Latest Posts by paintingchoso - Page 3
updated my masterlist finally :3
paintingchoso ⛧ masterlist
jujutsu kaisen
↳ ❝ choso ❞
ᯓ good boy (18+)
ᯓ family man (18+)
ᯓ blurb (18+)
↳ ❝ suguru ❞
ᯓ locker room talk (18+)
ᯓ stay in your place (18+)
↳ ❝ satoru ❞
ᯓ locker room talk (18+)
ᯓ good morning (18+)
↳ ❝ megumi ❞
ᯓ wip!
my hero academia
↳ ❝ dabi/touya todoroki ❞
ᯓ (soon…)
↳ ❝ tomura shigaraki ❞
ᯓ (soon…)
... & even more soon.
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part one here
fans of pornstar!gojo are starting to notice he’s not cycling through co-stars on his cam shows like he used to… not since his neighbor started showing up more regularly.
he’s put you in every position he can think of, pulled every type of orgasm out of you, called you every name (sweet and mean)—all for a live audience. you’ve come to know a few regular donors, you recognize names in his audience as people who have come back again and again to watch satoru show you off.
a few months ago, you hardly spoke to the pornstar in the apartment next to yours, and now you’re leaving things in his apartment to avoid having to run back to your own after he’s ruined your clothes, or given you a reason to brush your teeth…
now, you’re sitting between satorus spread legs, with your own legs spread to match his as you face the little camera he has set up. he’s reaching around your body to dip his hand between your thighs, rubbing at your sensitive clit as his free hand holds your chin and makes you keep your eyes on the camera.
“tell everyone who’s making you feel this good,” he says lowly. “it’s not any of the hundreds of people watching you at home, now is it?”
you shake your head and bite back a moan as satoru dips two of his fingers into you. “…no.”
he nips your ear, catching the love between his teeth and pulling back a little before pressing a kiss to the skin beneath it. “then who?”
“you.”
“good,” satoru practically sings. “maybe next show we’ll give these poor guys a chance to make you feel good, huh? we could get you a toy… let them control it while i fuck your pretty mouth, how’s that sound?”
“please,” you nod your head. satoru has unwound an exhibitionist streak in you, and it fires red at his words. he starts to fuck his fingers into you even faster, curling them up to trigger full body jolts that run through you. “god, don’t stop.”
“don’t stop?” he mocks you, voice low and teasing and so soft it’s sexual. “you wanna cum for everyone?”
a glance to his laptop screen shows you lines and lines of praises from people watching you at your most vulnerable. satoru is showing you off like a trophy and you don’t have the capacity to care when just his fingers feel this good pumping in and out of you.
you can’t keep up with the string of comments with how fast they’re moving, and how blurred your vision gets with unshed tears of pleasure. gojo releases your chin to grope at your tits, and then move that hand down your stomach to rub furious circles against your clit.
he knows exactly what he’s doing, and before you can even register it, your cumming loudly around his fingers. you’d feel bad for his neighbor if it wasn’t you—his name spills from your lips like you’re reciting gospel.
and when you ride it out and finally come down from your orgasm, you’re a panting mess of sweat and tears, but gojo is pressing a kiss to the back of your neck and then gently pushing you down and forward into doggy.
he must see how your eyes widen in the feed of his cam show, because he smiles and rubs the tip of his cock through your folds a few times before pushing into you with a deep stroke and a low groan.
“what?” he squeezes your ass. “they wanna know how fast i can get a second one out of you.”
family man (choso x reader 18+)
summary: choso needing to stuff you full of his cum <3
warnings: afab!reader, gender neutral terms, degradation, creampies, breeding, cunnalingus
w/c: 540
a/n: I DONT REMEMBER WRITING THIS BUT I FOUND IT IN MY NOTES TODAY APPARENTLY I WROTE THIS IN AUGUST 2024 AT 6 AM ENJOY THIS RAUNCHY SHIT
family man choso who has nothing else in his mind other than to stuff your cunt full of his seed.
he thinks it constantly, when you’re cooking dinner, folding the laundry, scrolling on your phone, etc. literally any time you’re in his vision he thinks of his cum dripping from your hole as you’re recovering from his relentless load after load.
just like today when he came home from his brother’s school after training yuuji. you were in the kitchen finishing up the dishes in your lounge wear. which usually consists of one of choso’s t-shirts and a pair of undies but that was more than enough to get him worked up and thinking about your blissed out expression when he first pushes his cock past your tight entrance.
which explains how you got to this point:
“one more load baby please,” choso grunts under his voice into your ear.
his hands grip your thighs tightly while pushing them further and further into yourself as he fucks his cum back into your cunt.
the mess of two loads already pumped in your willing pussy with the mixture of your own releases now making a mess on the kitchen counter below you.
“pussy so wet for me, made to take my cum — fuuh-ck!”
he reaches between you two to rub at your clit again, wanting to feel you clench and spasm all over him. choso loves when you cum around his cock, the way you squeeze him like you depend on it.
“cho, it’s— ah mm— it’s too much,” you gasp over your words at the intense overstimulation.
“hmm, i don’t think so,” he thrusts into you hard, making sure you can feel the tip of his dick pressing against your sweet spot, “you can still talk so my job isn’t done yet.”
“nng, c—cho!” you tell out, not sure when your orgasms start or end at this point but all you can feel is the overwhelming pleasure the half curse is giving you.
you wonder if his insistent need to stuff you so full of his cum has something to do with him being a death painting but you couldn’t care less. this man knows what he’s doing either way so it doesn’t matter. he has your feet on top of his shoulders now and his free hand now around your throat.
“t—take it, i know you can. take it for me, slut,” he groans out in between pants of him catching his breath, “f—fuuuuck need you to cum around me again! feels so gooood.”
his hand speeds up against your clit in just the right way for the otherworldly almost stinging pleasure to rush from the tips of your fingers to the bottom of your toes. your eyes roll so far back that you lose your vision, clenching around him while he fucks his seed back into you.
your pure unadulterated indulgence was cut short when choso pulls out of you suddenly. before you could even finish letting out a whine you couldn’t even control, his tongue was cleaning the immense amount of cum he unleashed in your cunt.
“gotta clean up my mess to fill you more,” he mumbles in between licks, “need to make sure it takes.”
personally i think choso would be the definition of a switch, one day he’s being the cutest begging for you. and the next he’s an absolute menace to your cunt, destroying your pussy from the inside out <3
twt p link
argggghh the way he holds her hand to keep the toy still is sooo… mean and grudgy :( can just imagine this with toji after he caught you playing around with a stupid little dildo, and since you’re so insistent on pissing him off needing to get off while he’s not around he’ll let you have it ! but… you still have to apologize.. so you can do that with that pretty lil ass of yours ;3
his butler, taking off.
gojo + somnophilia - mdni
long fingers ghost over your hips, the dip of your waist. gojo can tell you tried to stay up for him by the abandoned mug of tea on the nightstand, and the grin that breaks out on his tired face shines through the darkness of your shared bedroom.
you’re so pretty like this, face softened in sleep, lips jutting out in a cute little pout. you always sleep on top of the covers, your limbs inevitably shirking the blankets down to your ankles. right now, you’re dressed in one of his shirts and a pair of panties. his mouth fucking waters.
he’s hard before he has time to process it.
waking you up with his mouth is one of his more frequent fantasies when he’s away from you like this, but he’s never had a chance to try it.
he noses at your pussy through your underwear and the scent of you blooms on his tongue before he’s even had a taste. he groans against you. your hips shift and he smirks; you’re always so responsive, even like this.
he spreads your thighs apart, calloused fingertips soothing over your hips.
“waited all week for this, angel.” through the fabric, he laves his tongue over your folds before sucking your clit into his mouth. he does this slowly until he hears your breath hitch. you’re starting to rouse, your eyelids flickering in sleep.
he pulls your panties to the side, soaking in the sight of you. “fuckin’ gorgeous,” he says, before delving his tongue into your pussy. you always taste so good here, so salty and sweet that he can’t help burying his face in.
“toru?” your voice is hazy with sleep even as your hips rock against his face. “oh. oh fuck, toruuuu…”
“hi baby.” he pulls away from your pussy to grin at you, chin shiny with your arousal. “she missed me, didn’t she? easy for me to tell, since she’s already cryin’ on my tongue.”
Executioner Style - R.S.
Synopsis. How long does it take for the demon king, Ryomen Sukuna, to figure out why you summoned him? Three hours. How long until you wonder whether you’ll make it out of the bed aIive? Well…
Pairing. Ryomen Sukuna x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, demon king! true form! Sukuna, dp, Sukuna’s second mouth, big tongues, oraI (fem rec.), he’s BIG, making it fit, cervíx kíssing, tummy buIges, MARATHONS, creampíes, ínnapropríate use of POWERS, unprotected, DOUBLE the cúm, cúmplay, slight bréedíng, d slipping, HEADLOCKS, manhandIing, he calls you “master”, p talking, p sIapping, squírting, he goes FÉRAL, ríding his second tongue, spítting, overstím, making Sukuna whíne, breaking the bed, pet names, swéaring.
Word count. 9.2k
A/N. RlP that puthy ayyyy!!
Lo and behold, late tonight found you boredly thumbing through pages upon yellow, moth-eaten pages of a dusty demonology textbook you’d acquired from the very back of your campus library.
And maybe it was sheer tedium, maybe it was your recent lack of…satisfying exploits - but the man in the illustration you were currently ogling at was smokin’ hot.
“Ryomen Sukuna: King of Demons.”
Your eyes greedily skim from his tall, towering figure, to those naturally chiseled abs. And was that a second mouth on his sculpted front?
Television whirring softly in the background, you thumb over the short, scrawled-out incantation right underneath his picture. According to what the book claimed, it was for those who wanted to summon the king. Oh…couldn’t hurt. Right?
Biting your lip, you let out a huff of disbelieving laughter before starting to incant it.
Stuttering, unsure.
And once you’re done, well, nothing happens.
You set aside the book with a sigh, turning to the tv that was now only playing repeated, flickering static. What else did you think would happen? Pressing frustratedly on the remote, as if-
“Summoned me, mama?”
Fuck.
The book you were just reading described Sukuna as big - but he was big.
And standing right in front of you.
Well over seven feet, muscular frame taking up every inch of your cozy living room. You can’t help but gape at everything from the cherry blossom-pink strands of slicked-back hair, to the thick rings tattooed ‘round his feet.
And he had two of everything - two sets of big, beefy arms just covered in veins that popped when he crossed his arms, two sets of dangerously crimson irises that roamed over your cutely trembling figure sprawled across the couch.
You had. Summoned. A demon.
And he really did have a second mouth gashed across his stomach.
“Or should I say…” Sukuna’s husky baritone sends stark shivers skittering across your skin, something he’s sure to not miss. He lets out a low whistle, “-master?”
“Wh-who are you?” You’re sputtering out stupidly, even though you already knew the answer to that question. It was right there, boldly titling a section in a textbook that you were two seconds away from throwing at the demon’s head right now.
“Heh- as if those puny human arms could do much damage to me.” He’s gruffing out, “I might even like it.”
It hits you in an instant then. Sukuna’s plump lips curl ever-so-smugly when your mouth drops at the realization that he’d just read your mind.
What the…fuck.
Your heart pulsates so loudly that you almost miss his next few words-
“Language, mama.” Sukuna’s feet thud! thud! thud! closer to you, every step reverberating an echoing shake of your apartment infrastructure. He kneels until he’s almost eye-level with you, and you can’t help but shiver at the heat radiating off in scorching waves from his hulking body. “Ryomen Sukuna, King of Demons.”
“W-well I’m-”
“I-I-I already know who ya are, silly brat.” He mocks, with a roll of his eyes. Rude, you huff. “The first dumb lil’ human to summon me in eons. And the first one so pretty, too- keh, don’t let that get into your head, just tell me what you summoned me here for.”
You’re shaking your head frantically, every ounce of will in your body trying not to think about just how you’d summoned the fucking demon king because you were…horny. “Can’t you just- I don’t know- leave? Go back?”
“Doesn’t work that way.” He seems to be enjoying your pain more n’ more by the second, both devilish mouths curving up into a smile that showed off his gleaming canines. Sharp.
“What if I take it back?” You try to reason, hands throwing exasperatedly in the air. “Un-summon you so you can go back to your…wherever you came from, and I don’t have to tell my landlord about changing the rent.”
You probably looked a mess right about now. But, at least in your defense, how were you supposed to know that spontaneously-borrowed demonology books might actually work?
And Ryomen Sukuna looks at you with all the patience of someone - a demon - that well and fully expects you to have known. “Stupid human. First you summon the king and then you want to send him back? I should curse you and fifty of your generations for this.”
Heaving out a sigh, he seats himself on that cottony carpet of yours. So monstrous, so strong that every piece of loose furniture is thrown two inches in the air once he does.
You yelp as you cling onto the tufted cushion of your dear sofa.
“I, Ryomen Sukuna, am contracted to stay in the human world until I accomplish the task my new…master has summoned me for.” He drawls out, pinkish brows quirking. “So spit it outta that pretty lil’ head now before I should hope you know how to take care of the demon king.”
You breathe, voice as fragile as if it was about to shatter into a zillion pieces against the slightest gust of air. “Take care…of a demon…king.”
“The demon king.”
Great, your brand-spankin’ new roommate was the king of demons.
“F-first things first.” You move to get up from your helpless position, trying not to let your knobbly knees trembly unsteadily as Sukuna watches you with interest.
Shit, even seated he was such a staggering size.
All rippling muscles and big, big…
Shaking your head to rid it of thoughts you knew he’d enjoy, you disappear into your laundry room to find the biggest oversized t-shirt you had stored away.
Striding back into your living room, you find him still sitting obediently for you. Unimpressed at your findings, yet still obedient. You’re presenting the piece of cloth back to him like a shield, “Wear a damn shirt.”
For your sake more than anything. Because it didn’t matter what baggy white pants Sukuna had on, having his upper half so shirtless and…attractive really wasn’t helping.
Fuck, if you thought the illustration was hot then it didn’t do enough justice for the real thing.
“Haaah? Stupid human customs. This get ya silly brain distracted or what?” Sukuna grumbles, though one of his four arms reaches out for the t-shirt. Close. And before you can snatch your fingers away, just one of his long blackened nails skims your sensory pads.
Too close.
Just one split-second touch and the king’s sultry eyes widen, nostrils flaring a fraction once he takes in a deeeep breath. You can’t force your eyes away from the tight, toned heavals of his cushy pecs fast enough, snapping your eager gaze back to his as if nothing ever happened.
Only to be met with a leer. Sleazy. “Though, maybe I don’t mind, mama.”
You find the rational part of your brain pricking with slight concern at the whiplash-like change in Sukuna’s tone. Though, most of it is overcome with utter relief as he wears the top.
Even though it doesn’t change much.
Despite being a t-shirt so big on you that it travelled all the way down to your knees, it barely even covers half of his cursed second mouth. Pulled so taut that you could map the exact circumference of his puffy, maroon nipples. And the slightest movement makes your tense living room ring out with a threatening riiiip–!
And on either side of Sukuna’s ridged obliques, he’d punctured gigantic holes for his two extra hands to flex through. Large and intimidating.
Raising a teasing brow, “This better, master?”
No, your mouth waters. And yet, somehow manages to shape out, “Y-yes.” Desperately whirling your pupils anywhere but at him, they finally find themselves landing upon the tick-tick-ticking clock on the far end of your wall. 12:01AM it showed. “And it’s late, I have early lectures tomorrow so…”
You didn’t. And you hastily pick up the demonology book from your coffee table to make sure that Sukuna couldn’t sense lies. Given the little you know about him already, you wouldn’t be surprised.
“So you can make yourself at home on the…” You’re wincing, realizing that your shabby couch was much too small for an above-average height human let alone a fucking demon.
“Hmmm?” Before you can do something stupid, like offer Sukuna your own bed - or better yet, you right along with the bed - he clicks! his thick fingers. And in a sudden puff of smoke, your humble sofa had transfigured - exactly the same, but bigger.
Big enough to fit him.
Shit. Your tummy lurches, he really was the real deal.
And even though you felt slightly disgruntled about the way this all-new furniture was jostling your poor television stand, you’re giving him a jerky nod in reply. Alarmed, you dart towards your own bedroom with a soft gasp of something like ‘goodnight!’
Hopefully when you woke up this would all be some strange fever dream.
.
.
.
You couldn’t sleep.
Though, that’s not for a lack of trying - no, according to your glaring phonescreen, the time was 2:53AM and you’d spent almost three hours tossing n’ turning fussily in your bed.
And it was all Ryomen Sukuna’s fault - well, indirectly.
Because you might not have heard even the faintest peep from him since you’d slammed your bedroom door shut, but you mind still raced a mile a minute over the fact that he was inevitably there.
And the fact that…you gulp, your thighs squeezing together through flimsy cotton shorts. You were still as horny as when you first summoned him.
…Fuck it.
Your patterned sleep shorts end up on a sad heap on the floor, padded digits gliding over just the swollen hood of your clit. “Sh-shiiit.”
By now your legs are splayed nice and close, heart curdling in your lower belly once you reach for that familiar second drawer on your bedside table. The one that’s hidden away. The one that opens up to show off a hot pink rose toy you kept for nights just like this.
Though, usually you didn’t have a demon sleeping over.
But you digress! Sukuna would be none-the-wiser; the demonology book had mentioned his superhuman olfaction, but it said nothing about super-hearing abilities.
They also did mention - several cautionary times - about the risks of summoning a demon, and how a summoner and demon shall live together as long as the task dictates. Sometimes even forever, with the contract sharing immortality.
So…
With this in mind, you’re biting down on the gummy insides of your cheek to push back the heavy pants that battle to depart. Eardrums perked in the direction of your door, your fingers scratch impatiently against the power button near the base and let the sinful bzzzzz knock on each of your four walls.
Not a sound from Sukuna. Good.
The sparkly tip of your cute lil’ toy kisses your clit and you moan, smearing it in a wet little glissade around n’ around.
It was sooo wet - your needy pussy. Even more so than usual, at this point your jittery thighs were just coated in a fresh lacquered layer of syrupy slick. Drenching down to your silky bedsheets and ringing out the most pornographic squelch after squelch.
“Fuh-fuuuck–” You’re whining, watery peripherals locked on the frigid vibrator tip teasing perfect eights near your sloppy hole.
The plump crowned tip of your toy was such a pretty shade of ruddy pink - one that reminded you so much of Sukuna. Shit…maybe this was a bad idea. Because all you could think about right now was whether he would-
No, no you can’t go there.
Spanking your throbbing clit with the firm base of it, silvery strands of slick dangle and squirt out from you repeatedly. Wanting and wanting, and no matter how much - you wanted more.
Probably.
“S-su…Kuna-” You spit a hot mass of webbed saliva that dollops down the tip of your rose toy, promptly aligning it in front of your dripping cunt. In front of where you wanted him- it the most before-
“Battery low…powering off.”
Heart plummeting to right between your legs, you take one look at the flashing battery indicator on your rose toy and sigh. “Fucking hell.”
“S’where I’m from.”
“Fuck!” You drop both your vibrator and your jaw to jerk your head towards the origin of that low, rasping, unfortunately familiar bass.
And there, hunched right in front of your now-open bedroom door, was Ryomen Sukuna. Two of his bulging arms homed right above the banister to your entrance, helping him lean down. Other two crossed over his bulky chest, grinning. “That’s the objective, brat.”
Perhaps you’re simply frozen, perhaps you like the way that Sukuna’s half-lidded eyes were rovering allll over your body without a shred of embarrassment.
“H-haven’t you heard of knocking?” You’re whimpering, sticky thighs closing in together with a stinging plap!
And Sukuna has the audacity to look almost disappointed when he can’t see that heavenly sight between your legs anymore. Stepping one foot - two - into the clouded headiness of your bedroom. The pressure in the air was so thick that the maneuver makes your skin prickle with frosty goosebumps.
He’s ignoring your previous question. Snickering, “I know you were thinkin’ about me, mama.” Closer. “I know you were moanin’ my name while you toyed with that pretty lil’ pussy. I could smell that you were in sweet ovulation ever since ya gave me this damn t-shirt.” Too close. His capped knees strike the edge of your mattress, making it groan underneath the weight - and you felt like doing much the same right about now. “I know why you summoned me here.”
There’s a beat of silence.
Two.
Three.
Before you open your cottony mouth- “W-want you, Sukuna- please.”
And one minute Sukuna’s hovering over the end of your bed, colossal figure casting a shadow over your body - the next, he has two meaty palms slapping down on your ankles. Kissing your lips, kissing your thighs.
He’s draaaagging you from your position near the very tippity-top of your pillows to him.
Down, down, down.
All the way until half of your ass dangles off the bedframe until he cups a ravenous handful of it. Tittering, Sukuna’s kneeling - the king is kneeling - on your bedroom floor with a dull thud! that makes your cunt flutter.
“Ohhh look at ‘er throbbing already.” He’s tittering, hazy gaze clinging to your adorably squirming body as if a moth to flame. The honed edges of his nails trace all along your thighs, raw carnal need. “That greedy f’me, human?”
“P-pleeeease—” You’re gasping, your own nails clawing red, red train tracks along his thoroughly veined forearms.
One spank of his doughy soft-tipped fingers exactly where your slobbery hole was leaking the most, and the sweltering hot wetness of it is almost dizzying. You watch with your mouth agape as Sukuna brings his treacly covered digits down to his stomach mouth, letting it sluuuurp all the dewy goodness of your sugarcoated slick. “That all you can say?”
Another clingy slap brings you out of your sweet reverie- you’re hiccuping out a scratchy, “N-nooo. I wan’ your mouth, Sukuna- ngh, I want-” You can’t stop your eyes from drifting away to his toned front, that mouth.
And Sukuna notices, of course, he does.
“Ohhh, ya really are a greedy lil’ thing, huh?” For a second, you swear his bloody lids widen in sharp surprise. Before Sukuna throws his head back with a cackle- “Of course, master, anythin’ ya want.”
Oh, that little nickname makes you arch.
Roughened, calloused hands crack your legs apart until the rounded curves of your knees hit your tits. Sloshing out a watery clump of spittle that puddles all over your overspilling slit, “But first, we gotta stretch this lady out reeeeal wide.”
You can’t even say a word, you can’t even register what he’s saying before Sukuna hunches over your damn bed and gives your pulsing pussy a good French kiss.
And just as monstrously big he was - his tongue was just the same.
Putting your rose toy to shame, he’s prying open your gluey pussylips with a single swipe of his filthy muscle. Simmering tastebuds splashing soggy smears all along every nook n’ cranny of your cunt, the underside of his tongue comes thudding down your heated clit with a harsh thwack!
“Nghhhh– fuck, Sukuna”
“Can’t hear ya, pretty mama.” He’s groaning into your slick-glossed folds, the carnal vibrations making your heaving chest rip with such raw squeals. “Louder. Make those hah- pretty noises louder f’me.”
The fat of his tongue was licking you up deliciously. Urging out bucketloads of honeyed slick, bucketloads of moans upon moans upon moans- “M-more- mmpf!”
“Not you, brat.” Sukuna bites out, though his strained throat trembles with amusement at the way your cute voice pitches. Thrashing as one upper hand treks up to muffle your unhinged mouth, he makes such a big show of letting your pouring sap sliiiiide down his open tongue. “Shut up n’ let me talk to her.”
Slurring slurps upon slurps that thunder in his ears like his favorite song, each n’ every one that he nods along to. Such a lecherous conversation.
“Mhm. Mhmmm, you’re heh- right.” His scorching hot breath tickles your pussy, and you can feel the way his handsome smirk curves into your aching flesh. “Yeah, she is fuckin’ filthy, huh? What a needy girl…”
Every gyrating motion of his head grinding the tip of his nose into your achy clit, pressing down like his favorite toy button. N’ dragging your tender nub up and down up and down up and down.
Clammy hips lurching the perfect curvature off of your springy mattress, your cute whines slip through his thickened fingers. “I-inside, want you- haaah-”
To which the only answer you get is Sukuna pressing down to shove your head into the softened pillows, snarling. Gritting his lustrous canines in a smile as his skin tingles with power-
Your perspiration-stuck forehead crinkles at the feeling of atoms and axioms stressing to a stop in the air all around you. Crackling with such power.
“What are you- oh.” And then you’re kissing - not just anyone, but the king of demons’ second mouth. Transferred all the way from where it was slashed across his stomach right up to the pulpy mountain of his palm. Gooey tongue plunging past your lips and into your own maw- “Ngh- fuck! Su-Kuna- Kunaaa–”
“Hear that? Callin’ the king ‘Kuna’.” Sukuna tuts, nibbling along the outer lips of your cunt and leaving bitemarks for days. “N’ for that, suck my tongue a lil’ bit.” Pressing even deeper, “C’moooon, can feel the way you’re drooling underneath me. Open that mouth, mama.”
And how could you not let your gasping lips droop even further pathetically open?
Because the taste of his slithering tongue was so addictive, like mulled wine and the sweetest of something that made an urge inside your fuzzy mind yearn. Your lips swirl around his probing muscle and suck-
“There we go. Theeeere we go. Shit, the dirtiest lil’ human I’ve e-encountered my whole life- heh, where the fuck have ya been my whole life?”
Punishing you, punishing your pussy with a barreling crowned tip of his digits smooching your flooded entrance.
Drawing delicate lil’ hearts all over your rubbery hole before he flicks at your gummy orifice and sinks in. All the way till his attractive, stocky knuckle was just winking up at him from underneath your saturated lips as if to say hello.
All glossy and soaked-through. Beast-like nails thankfully retracted, Sukuna’s fingers were just so thick that you could almost taste the fat circumference of him in your throat.
Just feel him swab every inch of your mushy insides without even trying, curling into every sweet ridge and geyser that makes your wailed whines sing. Louder and louder. The knotted mess in your belly tighter and tighter.
Oh-so-loud even through his unrelenting hold on you, you’re feeling your dizzy pupils circle and circle the whites of your eyes before sliding all the way back.
“Should banish ya for that.” He’s tugging you to and fro with both his broiling hot maw and his fingers toying with your pussy. Eyeing the way you spurt out something so thickly viscous that it streaks down his wrist; he lets the stray excess slather all over your sensitive clit and suckles. “But I liiiike you- like this pretty pussy. What a cutie she is.”
Pussydrunk. You had the big, bad king of curses pussydrunk.
You don’t know whether he’s talking about you or your cunt and right now you don’t even have enough brain power to wonder.
Not when Sukuna’s second tongue rolls straight inside your unhinged maw, the scratchy graze of his buds driving you wild. The slap of his tongue against the roof of your mouth fills your dazed eyes with such copious volumes of tears.
Ones that make him gluttonous. He is a demon, after all.
You almost feel as if you’re about to break into hysterics once his parched, cursed mouth rovers all over the caramel-salted beads of your tears. Lapping n’ lapping it up off of your teary face.
There’s a sudden plop! from below you, and you’re ogling once you feel your elastic walls stretch out even more under a second- third one of Sukuna’s fat fingers. Prying your syrupy pussyfolds aside with his teeth, he’s staring up into your heart eyes dead-on.
Scissoring them inside you, the knobbled fringes of his fingerpads whack back and forth into the targeted crevices of your sweetest spots. Probin’ into spots you didn’t know existed.
Holy shit, if his fingers were this big then how huge would his cocks be?
“Chehhh- don’ know where you’re droolin’ more from, here or there. Filthy human.”
Massive palm lumbering over your mouth to knock the gusts of wind off your lungs and make you bask in the wiped puddles of spit you’d made on his hand.
You’re bubbling out in even more tears and mewls. “I-I’m so close.” Stuttered cadence reaching such a feverish high point, the insides of your thighs burn as you meet his thoroughly plapping mouth. “Gonna- gonna…”
“Yeah? Better cum soon before I make ya pay for makin’ this mess on me, brat.” He’s gruffing ‘round your pulsating clit, rumbles making you see white. One spank to your dripping pussymound, the other to right on your g-spot. “Hop to it, human- cum f’me. Cum.”
You didn’t need to hear the pressurized pop! of your eardrums to know you were cumming, because Sukuna’s mouth smiles against your lips. Both of them.
Slow, sensual while he dragged you heedlessly through your high. No matter how much your stimulated body wriggled and wrenched though the white-hot bliss, you were no match for his complete strength.
Desperate.
He’s lapping up every. single. ounce of your gushing ribbons of slick like he was a man starved, and it was hitting the back of his throat in decorative gulps.
Sukuna’s snarling canines entrap your pulsing clit, tugging— “What a goood fuckin’ girl. Ya like that? Like cumming all over the king’s face?” It makes the tips of his ears burn flaming red to watch the way your toes curl, panting. “Sweet. Sooo fucking sweet.”
So much leaking out of you and yet, it still wasn’t enough.
Still pumping your goopy cunt with solid thrusts, he’s striking your weepy hole with a slab of saliva that only leaves you wetter. The razor-sharp hit of it making the darkness behind your closed lids burst with stars.
“P-please.” Your spit-slicked lips trembly non-stop, bleary eyes fighting to focus down at Sukuna. Where he was still addicted.
“Hmmm?”
The mounds of your heels rest on his bulky shoulders and start to weakly push, “Please- pleeeease, m’s-so sensitive, Kuna- hck!”
“Oh?” His deep tone comes out almost…delighted. Thick locks of blushed pink plastered all over Sukuna’s sweaty forehead, and he has to spy up at your adorably awe-struck expressions through his long lashes. “S’that sooooo?”
Mean. He was so mean - and the only thing meaner than Ryomen Sukuna himself was both of his tongues.
The one making out with your pussy steals another drawling drag over your quivering pussy, and the other shoves his lengthy muscle so far deep in your throat that he can almost taste your shocked whimpers.
“Fuh-fuuuuck–!”
“Told ya already- that’s the heh objective, silly brat.” Sukuna’s hissing out as he finally, finally pulls away from your pussy with a resounding, claggy mwah! A similar plop! sounding from your mouth when he sets you free from that, too.
The gulp of scorching air you’re drinking in almost chokes in your throat once you get a good look at Sukuna.
The entirety of his pointed chin, up to the curves of his high cheekbones was just covered in a thick topping of your slick. Glistening rivulets of it hitting your open thighs with pap! pap! pap! You could barely see his eyes through those mussed-up bangs of his - but you could tell they were wine-red and just as drunk, glassy, gone. Overworked tongue gliding slowly all across his glossy lower lip.
And was he- was Sukuna blushing?
“Oi, don’t think stupid shit.” His grumbling cuts through your whirlwind of thoughts, rouge-dusted skin flushing even darker.
Without another word, Sukuna darts his peripheries over at the splashed pools of your dumbstruck spit on his palm - his now-normal palm - and smirks. “Keh- so messy.” And before you can rebuke, before you can bluff, he spanks his drooly hand over your cunt and smears it down everywhere.
“Sh-shit, stop teasin’.” You huff and puff, unable to look away from the huge bulge that was tenting Sukuna’s billowy pants. He looked big…more than big, actually. And your thighs clench as you wonder whether twice of everything applied down there, too. “Wan’ you s-so badly, Kuna.”
“Huuuh? Don’t tell me that human brain o’ yours is cockdrunk already.” He scoffs, catching your gawking. “Impatient impatient. I haven’t even accomplished your first request, spoiled brat.”
“What first…”
Oh.
Oh.
The leaden ball in your throat grows about tenfold as Sukuna straightens up from his sexy slouch, showing off the way the lower half of his too-tight t-shirt was so drenched that it was see-through now.
Sopping even wetter by the second when his other maw slobbers with torrents of greedy drivel at the just the sight of you. Drooling through the fabric. “Guess we got a lil’...impatient.” He thumbs over the mess he’s created.
Just at sight of you.
Pulling- ripping that useless shirt off of him, Sukuna lets his fat, massive stomach tongue flop! out between your boneless legs. Fuck.
Striking you with the flat underside of his oversized tastebuds, proudly licking up the fresh batch of slippery slick that’d just begun pouring out from between your folds. Anticipating. Tense.
Filthy.
“Would ya look at that?” Sukuna croons with that mean tonality from above, two arms wrangling your legs pinned open. Wiiiide so that his cursed maw can fit between. Another hand roaming down to his bulge and massaging, “Was just complainin’ about being ‘s-s-sensitive’ but look at ya now.”
Before you can even blink, his colossal tongue constricts out until it’s about two, no- maybe even three feet long. And just as thick, too, he has to swirl n’ swirl all over your drenched inner thighs, the crevice of your pussy, your tight hole before being able to fit just the tip inside.
“Oh my- o-oh- ohhh fuck!” You’re shrilling with cracked vocals, feeling the slushy inches of his tongue crawl past your walls.
Shit. He felt even bigger than he looked - and that was saying something.
Sukuna’s stomach mouth was just so biiiiig that he wasn’t easing even halfway inside your awaiting cunt before the ridged texture of his tongue scratches your g-spot. He doesn’t even have to try until he’s stretching out your pulsing pussy in ways you’d never even imagined before.
Suddenly thankful for the way the king had trained your gummy walls to open up just earlier, you’re clawing at your best, soaked-through bedsheets. Fisting them. Tearing through.
“What happened to ya?” Sukuna croaks out in a thickened voice, leaning over to change up the angle so that his second tongue was pinpointing your tenderest orifices. Purposefully flicking over to peck your cervix before he slobbered allll over your magical spot. “Not so t-talkative now, huh?”
And it was true - just about the only thing you’re managing through the masses of drool overflowing your mouth were broken syllables of “Yes!”
Only to get strangled inside of your throat all over again when he stretches out his tongue and lets it slather your heated flesh with a clingy coating of salivated spit. Probing and probing oooout until he somehow skims over your throbbing clit.
You’re letting out the cutest moans of his name, so loud that you faintly think your neighbors will have a thing or two to say. “K-Kunaaa—” If you make it that far, that is. “P-please, can’t any nghhh- longer.”
“Again, mama?”
“Yes, yeeees- fuck!” You don’t know where you’re fountaining more from, thick drool seeping from both sets of your lips. Every slap! of Sukuna’s tongue makes you buck even more animalistically, “Please. Please, m’not gonna…”
You feel a clawed hand hang off of the curve of your lips, tugging on your glissading body so that you crawl backwards and hit Sukuna’s pink happy trail with a spank!
“So fuck back in hngh- t’me, human.” He groans, holding you stockstill until you can do nothing but drag and trawl the stinging mounds of your ass over his sculpted front. Guiding you to pound back, to rut– “Ride me. Ride me.”
Your mouth floods with fresh flints of heat and drivel, “Wh-what?”
“Fuckin’ ride my tongue like a good girl.”
Shivering, it’s all you can do to plunge your hips in such a messy back and forth. Core tensing, pussy sloshing slick, head bobbling like one of those stupid dolls. Long tongue reaching eeeeeverywhere, every time you guide him to your most favorite spots - his, too - he gives you a congratulatory swat of his perky tip.
Grunting, “Faster now. Faster.”
On shaky legs, your tempo is so fuckin’ messy that you feel your skin flare up until it’s as if you were melting. Repeatedly.
Melting all over Sukuna’s girthy tongue, where he was furiously pumping in and out of you. Your knees creak, letting him drill the curve of his plump budded muscle into your g-spot. In a deep kiss over n’ over n’ over–
And with a final sluuuurp, you’re falling apart on the king’s tongue all over again. Your high sprinting all down your bent spine as if it was the first time, no less intense.
No less sudden. No less leaving you yelping.
“Oh- oh my god-”
“Jus’ your cute ‘Kuna’ s’fine, brat.” Sukuna has the audacity to giggle - giggle - at the way your dazed eyes criss-cross apple sauce. And it was so cute how your pussy couldn’t stop throbbing and creaming around his mouth. “What a slutty pussy ya have.”
You tremble with the bolting aftershocks of your orgasm, the high making your brain a stupid fuzz of nothingness. “S-so sensitive-”
“Yeah yeah, she’s sensitive.” Forcing your mouth to fall into a perfect oh! when he promptly slaps your quivering pussymound, rudely. Bucking his hips in a little one-two to fuck you through your soaring high, the friction makes you keen-
“Kunaaa–”
“Chatty chatty.” He’s leaning over to crash his lips filthily against yours, suckling on the sugary beads of spittle that leaves you like his favorite dessert. Sharp fangs sinking into your wobbly lower lip, “Why don’tcha beg for a change, lil’ human?”
You’re sputtering, “Wh-what do you mean-”
“Beg.” He pummels two fat fingers between your mouth, slithering the bulbous crowns of his finger against the back of your thrashing tongue and pressing. Hard. “Beg for your king.”
So smug.
Even smugger when he leverages the hold inside your mouth to open you up widely agape and spit- One generous helping inside your maw, another generous helping from his stomach mouth inside your cunt.
“P-please.”
“What was that?”
“Please!” Tears streak hotly down your cheeks, and your pretty sounds make his cocks twitch. “Please…fuck me, Sukuna.”
He pulls his long fingers back with a smile, satisfied. Lips curling even wider at the saturated globules of spittle that dribble from the ends of your mouth n’ to the tips of his buried digits. “As you wish, master.”
Your heart raced so hard it almost hurt as he’s tracing a teasing few fingers over the thick hem of his pants. The usually-loose fabric was now so packed with all the endless inches of him that it took a few tight tugs for Sukuna’s leaking, globular tip to peek through.
Immediately a juicy trail of pre butters from his divot in a creamy topping. You spy just the spatter of his scratchy pubes tufting together - drenched, the same rose pink that his cockhead was blushing.
“S’pink.” You babble off mindlessly, a drunken smile gracing your face. “S’cute.”
“Cute.” Sukuna breathes out, crimson eyes wide. Crazed. And both sets of his mouths leer as if he couldn’t believe what the fuck just fell from your mouth. He’s seething, “Cute?”
With only one hand stuck to the edge of your waist like adhesive, he flips your entire body ‘round so it sprawls into the plush mattress and pins you down. Kneeing your spine so you squirm helplessly, pushing and pushing until you whine.
You hear a long teeeeear–! echo in your ears, and as you get your thoughts together you’re realizing that he’d torn his royal trousers off. Adding it in a pile of tatters beside your bed, right with your newly-ripped sleep shirt.
Sukuna’s rugged hips hump against the mounds of your ass like an animal, and oh…he really did have two sets of everything.
Exclaiming breathlessly, “S-Sukuna you can’t be hngh- serious.” Fuck, he was serious. Dead serious. And a singular look over your shoulder told you that so were his cocks.
Aching, swollen. You count about thirteen inches - each.
So thick that they were proudly fatter than even the girth of the tongue across his washboard abs. Stacked one on top of the other, his upper shaft was slightly longer, dripping wet with sappy globules of precum that formulated a little puddle underneath him.
At this point you’re openly gawking.
Because not only were they massive - they were textured. In the most prominent of puffy veins zig-zagging all down Sukuna’s pinkish-beige length. Darker at his heavy hilts, rubier right on his mushroom tips.
Your mouth waters hotly just aching to feel all of him - both of him - inside you…
Spank! The demon soothes over those five exact prints of his fingers on your ass, then moving over to your damp pussy to gift yet another swat. “Intimidated? Ya wanted ta fuck a demon, so you’re gonna fuck a demon. Tch- spoiled brat.”
Letting off a pitchy mewl, you sliiiide the crevices of your cunt all over his drenched cocks. “Give it t’me- fuck, I n-need it so baaad.”
“What was it ya said, lil’ human?” Sukuna grouses from above, you yelp when you’re feeling his second mouth lather down your thighs allll over. He rests two hands on your hips and ruts– “Oh yeah- cute.”
And before you know it, you feel like you’re being split apart.
You feel like you’re seeing heaven behind your shuttered lids and smooching Sukuna’s monstrous, rotund head with your lungs. So impossibly thick that he was swabbin’ around your insides just by settling himself inside your welcoming channel, greeting your sponged cervix with a nice snog.
“Oh yeah…cute.”
Strong, heavy hands are the only thing holding you up as your knees weaken, and a hand wraps gently around your throat from behind. Lurching you up, up, up to meet Sukuna’s mouth in a kiss.
Holding you up, with just one hand.
“S’this ‘cute’?” He seethes against your dangling-open mouth, ridged buds hot. His own words hot. “Yer real fuckin’ lucky m’going easy on my lady, mama.”
Going easy on you?
If this was going easy on you— then you didn’t know what to think about him going hard.
But it’s like the very idea was simmering right underneath Sukuna’s sweltering hot skin, just brimming right underneath every motion of his body. About to break through. About to make him snap when he plants a thorough pound. Then doubling to two. Four. Eight.
“Oh f-fuuuuck–” You’re sobbing out, useless head haphazardly tumbling until you’re peering face-to-face with the way he was battering rams inside of you. “So deep- s-so deeep-”
A hand of his flies up to muffle your ever-breaking moans, the sloshes of your drool sticking against his doughy flesh in strands.
“Kehhh- ya ever stop makin’ a hah- mess?” Sukuna tightens his vice-like grip on your throat, and as you raise your head he makes sure to dig his fangs into your pulse. Planting another thwack of his bruising palm, “Just sh-shut up n’ take it like a good girl, yeah?”
“Y-yes.”
“Say it. Say it f’me.”
You’re sobbing at this point, and a third of his hands spank your waterfall of a slit until you manage to look up at him. Spank after spank. “G-gonna take it all.” You’re sniffling, “Like a- like a good girl.”
It was impossible to utter anything more.
His sleek, bloated tip was an expert - rovering over each of your hidden nooks and crannies. Dappling out thick wads of pre that you felt swash around you with every slap of his hips. Rough.
And it was a damn good thing that the king had stretched you out so much, because he was long. Driving a spherical welt right where his cock whacked your sheened cervix, and he was still pushing. Still rutting until his slightly unruly hair tickled your tender lips. Deeper-
“Ohhh can ya f-feel that?” Sukuna stutters out in scratchy heavals of air. Slowing down his harsh cadence until it reaches a looow n’ slooow pace that leaves your voice pitching into equally lazy whines
There wasn’t anything that you couldn’t feel.
You could count every curvy bump of his veins massaging your deepest innards, the wet texture of his slick-glazed shaft tunnelling into you like a madman. Like he was addicted. And Sukuna’s chubby breeder balls sizzle against the backs of your thighs as he feels a hand up your stomach.
Feeling for that one spot near your cervix - your womb. That one spot he was fucking a rounded tummy bulge into you.
“Feel me heh- making you bulge with all of me, pretty mama?” He leans a few degrees backwards to thumb at the way your pussy was quivering, your stretchy hole flexing n’ molding all around him. “So big that this pretty pussy doesn’t know what ta do w’me.”
You’re trembling at the feeling of his secondary tongue sleazing over your dripping entrance, everywhere and anywhere.
Like he doesn’t know what to do. Where to ruin you.
He’s drawing a long line of translucent spit up until he reaches that gorgeous mound on your stomach. Circling. Worshipping right where he was fucking you stupid.
His tastebuds loop once around your leg and start jostling the angle so that your clit grazes with something thick. And hot. And…rock hard. “N’ I’ve only put one in.”
“O-only- fuck-” You’re voice wavers and cracks unstably when you cum once more. You can’t even control it - can’t do anything but cry out with every jolt of your body. Every spark. Every flash of heat when you’re lolling helplessly backwards.
Sucking his teeth in from the way your warm insides squeeze him on instinct, “Oh- you’re sensitive, mama.” You’re barely half-opening your eyes before he’s rummaging your insides everywhere.
Ballooned-up cock crownhead poking the bullseye of your g-spot, he licks up such greedy flicks in and out. The only blissful sensation you’re given other than the trawling grinds of his other vein-covered shaft smacking against your nub.
“Kuna- Kuuuuna—” You’re mumbling, feeling the slope of his cylindrical outline slide in feverishly. “Give me ‘nother- other–”
“Don’t you talk t’me outta ya pussy, brat.”
“M’serious.” Your voice shakes ridiculously much, thickened with lust and pure need for more, more, more. His ripped abs press deeper to listen to your adorable whimpers, “I want it. Want it s-so bad.”
“How cuuuute.” With a swift, thundering slap! you’re feeling the mushroomy tip-top of his matchingly achy cock pry between your gluey pussylips. “Better not blame me when ya end up ngh- pregnant, master.”
You think you might be crashing headfirst into your fourth orgasm - perhaps even your fifth when Sukuna lets his swollen, blushing tip nudge against your tight lil’ entrance. Fluttering, stretching when he pokes away your dewy folds and grinds in–
You’re flinching at the wet plap! plap! plap! of something wet hitting your back - only to realize with a turn that Sukuna was drooling. With saccharine lines of saliva overcoming each side of his maw.
Dilated pupils so dark that you can barely find a trace of red, Sukuna bores into your eyes. Hypnotized. “Take it.” He pants against your lips in great gales of summer heat. “Take it.”
If you thought that one of Sukuna’s massive lengths was enough to make you dizzy, then you weren’t ready for what two could do to you.
He’s barely flopping in his rigid, tight crownhead past your snug hole before your mouth bursts at the seams with ripples of sleek saliva.
“Fuck- fuuuuuck!” Your fleshy cervix almost stings with the way he was mazing all through inside. Pushing n’ pushing until the strawberry-pink divot right in the middle of his throbbing cock also kisses the goopy bottom of your pussy.
He was spreading you wiiiidely open.
So massive that you’re left squealing after each spanking jackhammer. Your gripping pussy nothing against the way his slicked mess was coating your mushy insides, swirlin’ around and around until his globed tip locates sweet spots you’d hidden away.
Jostling and sliiiding against each other, the viscous jetstreams of his pre glissade down each of his lengths. Throbbing inside you at the very same pattern of your heart going ba-dump–! Prodding away until you’re weak, the curled hairs decorating his bases rub your skin raw.
One of his fattened-up shafts shovels into your bruised n’ battered g-spot, while the other digs away at your fleshy cervix. Both at once. He’s poking and prodding and stretching.
Two in one.
In the blink of an eye, Sukuna grabs your neck with the curve of his big, bulging biceps. Dragging your poor head into a fucking headlock of all things.
One hand smearing open your cunt to slobber down each inch by fucking inch, the other crowning your sweat-dampened head to push you down. And two more were guiding your delicious hips. He was treating you so rough. Manhandling you.
He was so sculpted, all curves and firm muscles that massaged your backs soothingly. Sukuna’s sweat-laminated abs smush and scratch some primal itch inside of you.
“Mmmm, made ta take my cocks.” Sukuna rasps in your ear, all primal need. “This turns ya on? Doesn’t it? This-” The final of his rugged palms press into the base of your spine, arching you right. “-makes ya wanna fuh-fuck?”
You’re nodding and nodding, head lolling back into the cushion of his pecs. So lush.
And it’s all you can do that Sukuna finds not a single shred of shame in surging up his cursed tongue once more to thwack! your bulging pussy.
Tightening the headlock until his veins pop out and rub the tender skin of your neck. Until you’re wheezing for desperate air- “Hehhhh, even f-fuckin’ deeper now.” He palms over the bulge at your tummy that had now grown in size. Raising a dark pink brow, “Even bigger. Feel me all up inside?”
Flawlessly, Sukuna raises the tendril of his tongue to wrap around your adorably throbbing clit. Outlining slobbering little hearts that having you screaming-
“Yeah? Tell me. Tell me.” Stretching and stretching and stretching until a claw-ridden thump presses into the lecherous protruding bump. It’s so firm and heavy underneath his sultry touch. Dewdrops of his cream splattered everywhere, “Tell me all-” Pressing down hard. Harder still. Snarling, “-tha’s on your ngh- mind, silly brat.”
“K-Kuna–”
“Yeeeees?”
“M’gonna cum!”
Within just two blinks of your tear-heavy eyelashes, Sukuna’s got you flipped onto your back. Chin hitting your chest at the slight bouncy recoil, a shrilling whine of disappointment makes its way to your throat-
Right before Sukuna fucks it back in again with a fast burial of his weighty cocks, and then your upcoming orgasm.
You can’t even string together slews of proper syllables anymore, your tongue smacking uselessly inside your unfastened mouth. You cum looking allll up into Sukuna’s loving eyes.
“Tch, wan’ned to see your- ngh- your cute face when you cum.” He grabs your teary pussymound with one bulky palm and gyrates on your overstimulated clit. “Cum. Cum.”
And not only do you cum – you’re squirting.
Barely even realizing it before it registers in your mind that the sploshes of watery liquid coating your body wasn’t just tears n’ sweat, it was your sappy slick spraying out in bucketloads. Utter bucketloads.
The streaming spurts of it struggle to burst past your lips with the way that he’s ramming furiously into you. Aggressively, even. You’re whimpering with each fat webbed mess that manages to trickle down to the sheets below your ass.
“I-inside.” You’re muttering, inaudible. And yet, Sukuna hears - of course, he hears. The perches of his barrelling cockheads giving a dangerous sort of twitch!
And that’s all said before the king of demons glues together your sticky inner thighs with piling heaps of his cum. Gasping. He’s finishing in such a vulgar way that marks you as his from the inside and out.
First his upper length, and then his lower. Twin rivulets of stringy seed that hit the back of your pussy with a squelch–! so loud that it rings in your buzzing eardrums. The mass weight of it so much, so striking that you almost find yourself wincing.
Flooding every ounce of space inside you — and not only did his monstrous cocks bawl out way more than your average human, he had two of them. And oh, it was so hot…
“Fuck- fuck fuck fuck fuck!” Sukuna growls, hips papping yours mindlessly. You swear you’re seeing the skin around his pelvis redden angrily at the impact. “Fuh-fuck I— fuuuck.”
He’s hunching over you, skin against boiling hot skin. Speckles of beaded sweat seem to trail down from Sukuna’s temples and fizzle in the mere air between your bodies.
Rough, rugged fingertips cling onto your hips, and two more of his hands throw your twitching legs pliably over Sukuna’s bulky shoulders. Locking them behind him, bending and bending and bending into a mean mating press.
He was just pumping you full, and that inflationary bump in your tummy swashes over with ribbons of cum after every thrust. Making both you and your overworked bedsprings whiiine.
“O-oh my god.” You gasp, tiny clumps of air your current salvation. Sukuna flicks his eyes drunkenly over to you and meets your mouth with his palm - manifesting his second mouth there in a sloppy, sloppy kiss. “Mmmm—”
“Wh-what did I ngh- s-say, pretty mama?” Sukuna’s smug tone was gone now. Hoarse. Cracking into so many octaves higher, even.
You’re only watching through partly-spellbound eyes as he languidly slithers a hand down to cup both rummaging shafts still plugged away inside you. Firm. His sweat-slicked brows furrow, boring down at you through strands of cerise. “Y-you can jus’ call me–” And then you feel it happen. You feel him harden. “-Kuna.”
Scrambling up onto your elbows, “Kunaaa—”
“Atta girl.”
He was getting impossibly harder.
Bigger.
And you swear the fat girth of his matching cocks were even thicker than usual. Plumping right inside of your slick-glued walls, your pussy sticks against him like gum when he throb-throb-throbs rock. fucking. hard.
Feral-like shafts twitch and flinch with even the tiniest of your primal clenches, prodding your cunt like magic, and you were quite sure that it was magic-
“Blood manipulation.” Sukuna grins, still catching his breath. And yet he was already moving, already rocking back n’ forth. “Ohhh- you didn’t th-think we were done, right?”
You whirl your eyes downwards to watch in some animalistic awe at the bump formulated on your tummy, oh-so-obvious now. And Sukuna’s ramming juts leave the bloated mound jiggling.
“Fuck- fuuuuck–” Mewling, as if a broken record. But it doesn’t matter how many times you’d repeated it, just your pretty voice makes it Sukuna’s favorite song. “M’s-so…”
Sensitive.
Your thighs writhe every time he dabs his full, rounded crownheads against your g-spot. Beating. Shuddering. With a sob, you’re fisting the splintered mahogany of your headboard and pulling yourself–
“Oi oi. Where’d ya think you’re ngh- runnin’ off to?” His lengthy stomach tongue creeps between the wetness of your thighs to circle one of your limbs and drag you dooooown into him. Grating your tender clit into his soaked hairs.
“D-dunno if it’ll all-” You nod haplessly towards the ever-gushing sploshes of seed and slick swamping out of you. “-fit.”
“Oh, I’ll make it f-fit, lil’ human- don’t you hah! worry.” Sukuna snickers, scraping your scalp with one hand to stop your cute wrangling. Pushing you down, spearing you. “You just sit baaack n’ take it.”
The room wrings with a sudden slap! Once. And then twice. And then so many repeated times that you couldn’t count how many harsh rolls of his hips it took for you to cream ‘round Sukuna’s cocks once more.
You can’t even feel it at this point, can’t even breathe.
But that familiar knot at the base of your stomach twists and suddenly your vision blanks with white-hot euphoria.
Mere trembles but intense. It’s so good that your toes curl, clawed nails dragging down his broad back.
“Cumming again?” He’s musing, curved veins stretching your fluttery core. It was so cute the way even biting down on your trembly lips can’t stop your moans.
And then you throw your head back with a sob of ‘K-Kuna’ and Sukuna thinks he’s going fucking insane. Veering right down the one-way street to madness as he swivels his hips hypnotically to draw a pretty milky heart at the base of your cervix.
Before topping his masterpiece with such aroused oodles of cum, and ohhhh- the demon’s finding himself tilting his head back attractively. Just addicted to watching the way your tight pussy overfills past the brim with all his sugarcoating seed.
More.
More more more.
Allll night long, and even when rays of dawn break through your fluttering curtains. Birds chirping outside, cards revving, and yet the only constant was that repeated spank! of skin on clammy skin.
He’s filling you up with second helpings, thirds, fourths- you’ve lost count at this point.
In every position possible, on every surface until the both of you felt more like animals than people. Though, well, maybe Sukuna’s demon-like nature was rubbing off on you. More n’ more every time he filled you.
So much so that the torrential currents of it - thick and taking up every inch of space inside your snug channel - are pushing Sukuna’s fat, veiny cocks out of your pussy. Out past your flashing folds.
He had you back on the bed now, the plush mattress so soaked-through that every ram makes it ring out a soggy schwf! Your legs dangle down somewhere near Sukuna’s slobbery mouth, where it was supposed to be some hazy mess of a mating press - his favorite.
And it’s slippery.
His pulsating lengths are having trouble pushing and sliiiiding off of your sheeny folds, lathering itself in more and more of an utter mess that the both of you were making.
But what Sukuna didn’t expect was for your throat to burn with a carnally furious whine. Ripping up and out of you once you’re reaching a shaky hand below - not even managing to close your hands around both his hilts - and squeezing them back inside with a waterlogged plop!
He’s fucking you like it was second nature, something dark and primal that made his entire body wrack with shivers. That made this famed king look at you with tender wonderment- before slamming a free hand down on your wooden bedframe.
So powerful that the poor furniture cracks! right down the middle where his hand lay - and that was not the only thing that broke.
No, Ryomen Sukuna was close in second place as he flaps his peripherals scrunched shut with a grunt. Those slapping rams increasing in pace and sound until he empties his breeder balls once more.
And it felt like the nth time he was gasping into your parted mouth while he cums.
Both dicks all soooo sensitive n’ red while they swirled around thin wires of squishy cum, opening up your tummy bulge so full that Sukuna can’t help but thumb over it fiercely.
“Please- please–” You’re begging now, and you think that the trembles of electricity bolting from between your legs meant that you, too, were orgasming. Not even properly. For the…what time was it now? “Inside. Inside, Kuna.”
“Inside.” He echoes, as if it was the only thing he could. “Inside. Gonna k-keep it ngh! all inside, pretty mama. Yeah, fuckfuckfuuuuck- gonna be mine.”
Oh, he was babbling now. He was actually whining.
Gingerly licking his kiss-bitten lips at the frothed ring of cum that painted his happy trail white. The schwf-schwf-schwaf of his tickling hairs polishing your skin with swift smears left you drooling.
And Sukuna was, too.
From both mouths that bubbled with glinting tracks of sweltering hot saliva. His wheezing gasps strained, “H-heir.” He’s cupping your treasured tummy - your womb. Overfilled.
Sukuna watches with bated breath as your filthy, cockdrunk brain told you to open your mouth wide and slurp up a few of his leaking wads.
“O-oh.” More cum sticks against your thighs like icy white frosting, spraying inside and outside and everywhere. “Fuuuuck- yer real interestin’, human.” His perspiration-sheened forehead drifts down to yours, curtained with unruly pink hair. “R-reeeal interesting…master.”
Ah, that makes you throb.
And it makes Sukuna’s shaft veins pulse rapidly as he cums - though, only in a few lecherous pearls of ivory sap. All adding onto the sploshing waves of seed inside you- before the rest of it is nothingness. Even though he feels it, even though he knows it.
You just made the king of demons cum dry. Even with his superhuman powers, ohhh your stamina was fit for a…queen. His queen.
Sukuna lumbers down a beefy arm, loving the way your eyes ogle his every muscular flex. His own glazed over with a teary film.
His thick n’ ready fingers wrap around his sloppy bases - not even minding the mess, he loved it. Both holding his sagging weights up and slipping himself through the filthy, saccharine puddles inside. Your heart races with anticipation once you feel the bzzzz of powerful energy in the murked atmosphere between your legs; his blood manipulation at work again.
Ohhhh fuck, you already knew his night was going to be a long one. Never-ending perhaps.
Your suspicions are confirmed when Sukuna’s dual tips twitch–
“S’never gonna b-be ngh- enough.” You’re batting your lashes sensually, words still hitching with the constant shocks of your orgasms upon orgasms. “M-maybe you should just ah! stay here w’me, Kunaa—”
And oh, he simply grins a wicked grin like you’ve never seen before. “A-anything. Anythinganything for my fuuuuck- master.”
“B-but you’re gonna hafta help pay rent.”
“What’s a…rent?”
A/N. Hope you have a lovely week <3
Plagiarism not authorized.
angry sex >:)
࿐ Thighs shaking, your mind fuzzy as you try to keep a grip onto sanity. Every plap and fwop forcing a grunt and whine out of you.
“Sh- ghh..shut the fuck..” It was obvious he was drowning in pleasure but he tried his best not to show it. Biting his lip like drool wasn’t spilling from the corner of his mouth.
Megumi’s tried his best to make his small ‘shut up’s’ and degrading remarks come off as rude but in truth it was because every squeak, shaky breath, and whine you let out made his legs wobbly and his toes curl.
His permanent frown faltering every time he hits your g-spot.
Minutes before this you two were bickering. Just like yesterday, and the day before, and so on.
How did we get here?
You try to recall but you can hardly even think, feeling pain in between your shoulder and neck. Megumi biting down as he picked up the pace.
He really wasn’t showing mercy. Did you piss him off that much? From the looks of it he was clearly as dazed as you were. Subconsciously kissing and making out with the bite marks he branded you with, his dark hair messier than usual.
After all the glares his green eyes gave you, you never once thought you’d see them in such a submissive state.
Oh- right. You hate this guy. You clench down on him, forcing a lewd gasp out of him, his voice cracking.
You hear him whisper something along the lines of I hate you so much.
For some reason it sounded so much better than all the pervious times.
Note to self; never let THIS happen again.
MAKE SURE YOU TOP HIM NEXT TIME!!
i apologize in advance but i will be slightly updating my mobile theme :’)
personally i think choso would be the definition of a switch, one day he’s being the cutest begging for you. and the next he’s an absolute menace to your cunt, destroying your pussy from the inside out <3
family man (choso x reader 18+)
summary: choso needing to stuff you full of his cum <3
warnings: afab!reader, gender neutral terms, degradation, creampies, breeding, cunnalingus
w/c: 540
a/n: I DONT REMEMBER WRITING THIS BUT I FOUND IT IN MY NOTES TODAY APPARENTLY I WROTE THIS IN AUGUST 2024 AT 6 AM ENJOY THIS RAUNCHY SHIT
family man choso who has nothing else in his mind other than to stuff your cunt full of his seed.
he thinks it constantly, when you’re cooking dinner, folding the laundry, scrolling on your phone, etc. literally any time you’re in his vision he thinks of his cum dripping from your hole as you’re recovering from his relentless load after load.
just like today when he came home from his brother’s school after training yuuji. you were in the kitchen finishing up the dishes in your lounge wear. which usually consists of one of choso’s t-shirts and a pair of undies but that was more than enough to get him worked up and thinking about your blissed out expression when he first pushes his cock past your tight entrance.
which explains how you got to this point:
“one more load baby please,” choso grunts under his voice into your ear.
his hands grip your thighs tightly while pushing them further and further into yourself as he fucks his cum back into your cunt.
the mess of two loads already pumped in your willing pussy with the mixture of your own releases now making a mess on the kitchen counter below you.
“pussy so wet for me, made to take my cum — fuuh-ck!”
he reaches between you two to rub at your clit again, wanting to feel you clench and spasm all over him. choso loves when you cum around his cock, the way you squeeze him like you depend on it.
“cho, it’s— ah mm— it’s too much,” you gasp over your words at the intense overstimulation.
“hmm, i don’t think so,” he thrusts into you hard, making sure you can feel the tip of his dick pressing against your sweet spot, “you can still talk so my job isn’t done yet.”
“nng, c—cho!” you tell out, not sure when your orgasms start or end at this point but all you can feel is the overwhelming pleasure the half curse is giving you.
you wonder if his insistent need to stuff you so full of his cum has something to do with him being a death painting but you couldn’t care less. this man knows what he’s doing either way so it doesn’t matter. he has your feet on top of his shoulders now and his free hand now around your throat.
“t—take it, i know you can. take it for me, slut,” he groans out in between pants of him catching his breath, “f—fuuuuck need you to cum around me again! feels so gooood.”
his hand speeds up against your clit in just the right way for the otherworldly almost stinging pleasure to rush from the tips of your fingers to the bottom of your toes. your eyes roll so far back that you lose your vision, clenching around him while he fucks his seed back into you.
your pure unadulterated indulgence was cut short when choso pulls out of you suddenly. before you could even finish letting out a whine you couldn’t even control, his tongue was cleaning the immense amount of cum he unleashed in your cunt.
“gotta clean up my mess to fill you more,” he mumbles in between licks, “need to make sure it takes.”
Motive (Horror Nerd Director!Choso x Reader)
Synopsis: You're helping out your best friend, Choso, by starring in his low-budget, indie-horror project! You volunteer to play a starring role, and a suggestive scene becomes more intense as Choso films.
MDNI. 18+. Smut. (fem afab reader pov)
Content Warnings: knife play, camera recording, over-clothing digital sex (f! recieving), praise
Cool air hit your chest, causing you to gasp at the sensation. Choso reached his hand over, coated with sticky, red-dyed corn syrup, pinching your sensitive nipple between his thumb and middle finger.
"uh, a-arch your back u-up a 'lil m-more - um, please," he stuttered out his request. He moved his hand to your other breast, brushing his thumb against the neglected nipple. His other hand held up the camera, zooming in on your writhing body.
You complied, pushing forward closer to Choso now, as he began kneading and squeezing both breasts gently. "Um, l-like this?" You wondered if he could feel how hard your heart was beating, or closely you were squeezing your thighs together.
"Perfect..." he exhaled. Your chest was coated in the fake blood now, staining the white tank top he cut open in the take prior. You kept chin tilted up, afraid to make eye contact with him. Your best friend was currently feeling you up, all because you wanted to support his nerdy dream of filming his own low-budget, indie horror movie.
Working with him on the script made sense - he needed your help focusing in on the themes and attending to small details that he might've missed otherwise. Plus, while your best friend was exceedingly well-researched when it came to horror history and production, he was not the most socially well-adjusted guy. You provided edits that gave the film a better sense of authentic intimacy.
So of course, he asked you to bring that into the actual filming part as well.
"C'mon, pleeease? You're like, actually the final girl in this. I don't need to put out any ads - I really don't wanna have anyone play her but you!" You remember him begging. You weren't one for acting, but you did know this character in and out - you created her just as much as Choso did.
"Y'know, you owe me for this. Don't go forgetting me when you get to Hollywood." You sighed, but you knew he could see the smirk that played on your lips.
He grinned widely then, pulling you into a tight hug. "Hell yeah! I'm so excited - we're doing this! You won't regret it, I promise!" He let you go, but not without ruffling your hair first. "You're really the best friend I could ask for. Thank you, like honestly."
Now, you're laid underneath him as he drags a prop knife across your chest, along the swells of your breasts, up toward your neck.
You pretend not to notice the bulge growing in his sweatpants.
He turns the camera off for a moment.
He coughs. "Uh - so now, we'll, uh, do the p-part where she, um...succumbs to him." He mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck - seemingly oblivious to how he's smearing the fake blood all over himself now. "T-that is, if you, um, still feel c-comfortable. We can always stop if you're not feeling it anymore, you know that, right?".
You sit up, still topless, trying to meet Choso's eyes now - though you notice the way he has to quickly dart them back up to meet yours.
"Cho', I'm still okay," you give a gentle smile. "I'm in this for the whole thing - our thing. This is our baby we're talking about." You smile wider now, and he offers one back.
"Right. So, let's do it - final girl and the dark pleasures - take one." he casually calls, feeling awkward about being any more formal with only the two of you in the room.
He stands at the end of the bed as you lay on your back toward the bottom, your bare legs dangling off the edge. Your bottom half is covered only by a pair of panties. Choso offered to get you a cod piece for this scene, but you rejected it. "Authenticity. I'm not that great of an actress as it is, Cho - I need the actual vulnerability." You explained.
You slip your hand into your thin, white cotton panties, thinking about how he bought them for you. He covered all the wardrobe expenses - it was nothing extravagant, but he chose these purposefully. He wanted to truly convey a sense of purity - something that would give a heavy contrast to the red splatters.
However, being so thin with nothing underneath, you were acutely aware of the small wet spot that formed when Choso was fondling you just minutes ago. Well, wouldn't that just be in character?
You rehearsed this scene multiple times before - admittedly, half the time, you ended up genuinely masturbating to the thought of your best friend watching you touch yourself. Still, you theoretically know how to make this look real while regulating your breathing. So, why was it so hard to keep it pretend right now?
Choso's hard on only grew bigger. Was he crouching down closer to your thighs for the shot, or to obscure your view of his obvious erection?
It can't hurt to make it a little more authentic. For the art.
You used your two middle fingers to rub your labia, just a little bit. You wiggled your hips back and forth, moaning lightly.
Choso moved closer and adjusted his pants.
"H-Hey," he coughed. "Um, can w-we uh, m-move your l-legs up? Like, um so y-your feet are flat on the edge of the bed, knees propped up? I think I can um, get a better angle l-like that." He looked at you with his glazed-over amber eyes and a bottom lip swollen from biting it so hard.
"Um, sure, I think - how do you, uh, want me to position them again?"
He opened his lips to speak, but words didn't come out. Instead, he shut his mouth and adjusted your legs himself. Once your knees were folded in the air, he forcefully pulled you closer to the edge of the bed and spread your legs further apart - incidentally causing you to graze his hardened cock through his pants. His eyes widened and he coughed again, backing away and picking the camera up once more.
"Uh, take two!"
You closed your eyes, unable to forget how large that just felt.
In your haze, you began touching yourself for the camera again. This time, you allowed your self to rub small circles on your clit. The next moan that came out of your mouth was real, and you knew that your wetness was beginning to pool.
That's when Choso got on his knees to film you.
You worked faster. You weren't using two fingers anymore - you sloppily rubbed widely back and forth. Your panting was shallow and growing louder.
Choso realized how seriously you were taking this and god did he want to be professional, but he dreamed about this so many times before. Except it was never this beautiful. Here you were, touching yourself for him, wearing panties he bought you, allowing him to record you. Sure, it was for a project you both agreed to - but he was his own editor after all, and sometimes that meant spending hours reviewing footage.
"C-cut," he nearly whispered.
You opened your eyes. You haven't cum, and you knew you really shouldn't - this wasn't the time or place, and seriously, how could you do that with him right there? He's your friend! You knew you needed to collect yourself.
"O-okay, so, n-now, the k-killer," he sets the camera down to retrieve the prop knife. "Uh, y'know." He drops to his knees again, looking up at you.
"Tell me if you wanna stop, final girl." He reminds you gently, picking the camera back up with his other hand.
He presses the flat side of the knife, dripping in cold, sticky red liquid, against your clothed pussy. Your eyes flutter closed once again, and you exhale. You begin grinding against it and groaning.
"Y-yes, please," you manage to get out. The knife presses down hard.
"That's it...you're doing so good..." you hear him mutter to himself more than you.
Your panties are all but pointless now. They cling to you tightly, leaving little for Choso to imagine. You're grinding shamelessly now, still unable to find the relief you need.
Choso drops the knife and replaces it with his own hand. You look down to see his chipped black painted fingernails mimicking the circles you drew against your clit earlier.
"Just tell me to stop..." He struggles to focus between your face and your needy pussy.
But you don't tell him to. This isn't in the script - the killer might not be so kind as to actually help you get off.
Choso pointed the camera directly at your cunt and the flimsy pair of panties you desperately wanted to take off. He was trying his best to keep himself from pathetically humping against the bed but failing nevertheless.
"you made such a mess of these..." He teased your entrance with his thumb and your back instinctively arched up, the way he requested before.
You felt the intensity building up in your core and begged, "d-don't stop, 'm c-close".
Choso nodded diligently and kept up his pace of playing with your pussy. This was incredible - he always imagined what it'd be like for you to need him, to use him. He couldn't believe how wet you were - was it actually for him? Were you just really in the moment? What would this mean after you finish?
That didn't matter right now. You needed your best friend to make you cum.
"I've got you - please cum for me, please..." he pleaded, swallowing audibly.
That did it for you. You were cumming in your panties for him, against his fingers, whining loudly. He continued rubbing, now more gently, coaxing you through your orgasm.
You breathed heavily, looking back down at him as you came down from the feeling.
He moves his hand away and turns off the camera.
"I...I think we got the footage we needed." He smirked.
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❛ ㅤ𖥔 ─── EXTRA-L (五条悟, 𝓖𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔)
𝓐𝖡𝖲𝖳𝖱𝖠𝖢𝖳 ─ when gojo tries to talk you through it, but it makes him cum first instead 🤷
( 1.4k )ㅤ｡⠀呪術廻戦 ㅤ& MDNI. ✶ afab!reader, established relationship, práise kínk, crèampíe, máting prèss, inappropriate use of jujutsu
"heh, are you close?" gojo teeters, his large hand cupped underneath the soft, flushed arch of your neck. he's reached that stage of the night where he's getting far too cocky, his powerful, broad thighs not even breaking an ounce sweat, not even as skin slaps against skin.
bright, searing blue cuts through the darkness of the bedroom, and you have no doubt he's using a copious amount of reversed cursed energy to keep him going. gojo's doing a pretty decent job of holding out for the big finish.
the big finish in you that is. for the very thought of filling you up with thick, spurting loads makes gojo shake, quiver even, a whine slipping from his glossy, pink-stung mouth.
you can feel the ache in your stretched limbs, for the sensation is pulsing and throbbing from the mean mating press that gojo's got you in. his washboard, sculpted abdomen is pressed right up against you where you're certain that the print of his muscles will leave a mark. and the curled thatch of silvery-white hairs is tacking right up against your mound, drenched in the sticky slick that you've released, four times no less.
"dunno' if i can do it a-another time, 'toru," you're whining, gasping as gojo shifts the bulk of his body weight deeper against your bare torso. he's making sure to hit that sweet, sweet spot at this filthy angle, thick tip rummaging and swabbing through your gummy walls. but surely, gojo must be close now, for you feel the thin, weeping cries of precum slip out of you and onto the damp sheets. pooled onto the inner, plush flesh of your thighs.
"sweetheart, c'mon," gojo nudges your thighs further apart, slotting his broad form so perfectly in that gap that he adores the most, "i know you can, 'm gonna' make it real good this time." leaving adoring, laving kisses over your collarbone, complete with small, pink petals that bloom after his lips pop! away.
"jus' so big, i can feel you allll in me," you moan, lips parting as small ah! ah! ah! begins punctuating the cool night air. it's sort of the magic formula, you see. praising gojo, and lavishing him with many a sincere compliment.
you learned long ago that gojo loves to hear how much you love him, especially during lovemaking. particularly when he's doing his level best to plough himself right through you, determined to have every thick-veined inch of his cock kiss you.
you hear a little, pussydrunk giggle from the man above you. ridiculously long lashes fluttering against creamy, flushed skin as gojo sighs, content as he's determined to delve further into your heat, to have you as close to him as possible, "y-yeah? that big?"
slap! slap! slap!
once, you may have burned, or been embarrassed at the soaked, sloppy sounds of your cunt leaking like a faucet around gojo's thick shaft. to be mildly conscious of how your translucent shine had been coating every inch of his cock ever since he bottomed out in you with a groaned pop!
but frankly, you had been with him for so long — by now, the man had manoeuvred you into every position possible, and you knew nothing made him pick up the pace or turned him on more than the sticky encouragement of his second favourite girl in the entire world.
"hahh, 'toru, why?" your walls suddenly clench, desparate hips bucking up to kiss his. whining at the disappointment of the quick empty sensation that takes over when gojo's gripping the base of his cock, gently sliding his shaft out that glistens with all that tender love and care.
gojo just chuckles, pressing a delicate and feather-light kiss upon your waiting lips, quelling your soft gripes. "be patient now, pretty. just gonna, yeah –" he's jostling your thighs now, quietly stretching out the stiff limbs so he can press another kiss to the inner corner of your ankle, setting both legs over his wide shoulders, "jus' gonna change the angle. gonna' get you through this next one, that alright?"
frankly, the angle is a welcome change for your smarting hamstrings so you nod, hoping that he gets a move on and presses right up against, and into you asap.
gojo seems to be just as impatient as you are, but he's holding up beautifully despite not having released himself once tonight. he often gets like this, so determined to have you fall apart for him as many times as possible before he flushes, and groans, and spills into you.
"heh, 'm pretty girl, isn't that right?" gojo's admiring you blatantly, electric-blue eyes roving over your form, six eyes vying to find that sweet spot once more, "now 'm just gonna put it innnnn, jus' like. that."
and the stretch is delicious, and oh! the way that the weeping, hot tip swipes against your clit, sloppily dragging through your folds before he's pushing past the first ring of quivering muscle.
"you can take it right? can take alll of me, can'tcha?" gojo's cooing, slapping his hips (and well, his heavy balls) against the fat of your ass, and he hardly seems bothered by the messy strands of arousal that string back, fragile and yet so loud. this angle is truly mind-numbing, for his cock is rubbing right against every sweet spot possible, and your legs are already begin to quake once more, knowing exactly what's around the corner.
"oouh, yer' doing great, just breathe for me, sweetheart," gojo murmurs, his muscled torso flexin' so deliciously in the pale, filtered light of the moon refracting through the half-open windows, "now 'm just gonna' angle ya' like this."
gojo's got a thick hand on the underside of your thigh, pushing it to the edge of his shoulder so the angle is wide open and he can watch every delicious movement of his cock into your weeping cunt, to admire how your folds throb and tense, with slick drenching down the sheets. "y'look c-close, pretty, i mean — look at how she's ready to give me another show." tapping his chin in faux thought, licking a strand of your glossy arousal off his slender fingers, "wonder if you're gon' squirt this time."
it seems that gojo satoru simply cannot shut up, but you've always known how much he loves to run his mouth.
especially when he's balls-deep in you, circling his hips to make sure that he's hitting every sensitive spot possible to make the both of you see stars, "see, look at that, 'm thinkin' that this —" gojo wetly slaps the pads of his fingers against your aching, sensitive clit, watching the drowned slosh smear over your thighs, "this is gonna make you cu — ohh, fuck, fuck!"
you suppose that it will be lost to the ages as to what exactly gojo satoru was going to say, and many will wonder how he was going to finish that sentence (although, those of us with two brain cells to rub together can hazard a guess).
but he never quite gets those words out, suddenly squeezing his eyes tight shut, so soft lashes imprint on his under-eyes. a red-hot flush suddenly climbing up his alabaster neck, as his hips buck and quiver, stuttering as hot, thick and opaque seed splurges right up in you, enough that you tense your thighs as creamy drops spill right out, "fuck, 'm feeling dizzy — s'so good, hah." gojo's whining and panting, still keeping a bruising grip on your thighs, but he's determined that not even a single drop goes to waste.
when he pulls himself together once more, what a sight, for gojo's jaw is still slack, crystalline tears pooling at the corners of his lashes as he shudders, the most powerful man currently walking the earth has come undone. but he's never one to leave your momentum interrupted, grinning with that fang-ridden, shark-like grin as he pulls your body down the bed, even close to him so your arousal and his cum pool together and stick between the two of you, "how 'bout best of, uhh. . .nine?"
Inappropriate use of curse technique
TOO MUCH?! 夏油傑 ⋆˙⟡ — GETO SUGURU
header from @/stepghost on tumblr. dividers by @/cafekitsune
cws: mdni (18+), sadistic!suguru x fem!reader, cunnilingus, overstimulation, fingering, dacryphilia, dirty talk, teasing, light bondage.
author’s note: self indulgent and not proofread 😓
suguru pushes your legs apart again. he grabs them tightly, spreading them so wide that there’s a slight ache in your muscles. “tch. how many times do i have to tell you, sweetheart?” he tuts. he narrows his eyes at you from between your legs before moving towards your flushed face. “keep. them. open.” his hand moving up to squish your cheeks as he puts his forehead against yours, still maintaining eye contact.
“don’t even think about looking away sweetheart. you’ll take everything i give you,” he mutters softly before pecking your lips briefly. you whine at the contact, hands straining against the fluffy cuffs that suguru had oh so meanly restrained you to, stopping you from running your fingers through his silky hair.
“s-sugu,” you choke out, a babbling sob tumbling out of you. poor you, you just can’t help it :(
you feel his other hand creeping up your thigh, slithering between your thighs almost to where you needed it most. he rubs your soaked slit up and down, the loud squelching echoing throughout the room.
he huffs out a laugh, “mm. this wet for me, huh, sweetheart? need my tongue in you?” a smile pulling at the corners of his pretty lips. “once i start sweetheart, i won’t stop until you’re sobbing under me. you just have to be a pretty baby for me and take it, ‘kay?” if it wasn’t for the predicament you would have already bit back with an insult of your own but the only response you could muster up to his dirty words was a meek, “please,” swallowing down a moan in an attempt to make yourself a little less pathetic.
he raises an eyebrow with a wide grin before placing his hand exactly where you needed it to me. your clit. you let out a moan in surprise at the sudden stimulation your sensitive clit but before you can brace yourself, he leans down to plant a wet kiss on your neck.
he leaves impatient, feverish kisses all over you as he continues to prod and rub against your clit. “that feelin’ good baby?” he teases, sadism practically dripping in his voice. you barely hold back the whimper at his taunting. “aww, is my baby feeling shy? is that why you don’t wanna respond? it’s okay, sugu’ will make you,” he whispers meanly against your jaw.
swiftly, suguru makes his way down to where it’s aching, the wetness pouring out of your warm pussy that’s begging for attention.
your breath hitches in your throat the moment you feel suguru’s wet, glossy lips press against your slick entrance. you let out an incoherent sob. your body jerks at the sensation, toes curling.
he moans shamelessly against your pussy, shaking his head side to side as his tongue circles your clit. “hck! s-s-sugu! too soon!” you splutter out, a helpless moan cutting you off.
he kisses your pussy with hungry sloppy kisses, the sound of his slurping echoing in your bedroom that turn you on further. your legs quiver and tremble in his firm grip under your knees which keep your legs spread far apart.
your face is flushed pink, words stuck at the back of your throat as the only noises that come out are strained moans and broken sobs of ‘more, more! sugu puhlease!’
he hums against you, the vibration worsening the tightening coil of pleasure building up rapidly in the pit of your tummy.
you begin bucking your hips upward, hips stuttering, unsure if you wanted to run away from the intense pleasure or to take more. luckily for you, suguru makes that decision for you! he presses a large warm hand down onto your tummy, hard. he holds your squirming hips down against the bed. “nuhuh sweetheart, you’re gonna take what i give you,” his words muffle against your pussy.
he continues to draw out high pitched whines that make it hardly possible for you to recognise your own voice! his tongue teasingly runs up and down in between your folds before suddenly shoving itself into your tight clenching hole!
your eyes nearly fully roll back at the sensation, a strained “fuuhck-ngh!” tearing out from the back of your throat as you feel his sharp nose nudge roughly against your button clit.
his long tongue maps your insides out, wriggling its way through your gummy walls curling upwards aiming for all the sensitive spots it can possible reach.
“no! nonono- sugu’ is too much,” you sob. your head thrashes from side to side and the mind numbing pleasure he forces you to take. your fingernails digging into the plush skin of your palms as they hang helplessly in the cuffs bounding you to the bed.
he heeds no mind to your wailing protests as he doesn’t hear you cry out the safeword.
he looks back up at you, making eye contact as he absolutely ravanges your pussy with his mouth alone. his piercing eyes staring right back at you, looking at your flustered expression as you let put the sweetest pornographic moans he’s ever heard. he nearly cums there and then.
suddenly, your walls began clenching against his tongue - harder and faster. your breath hitches and every time you exhale, a whimper is drawn out of your babbling mouth. your orgasm washes you and you throw your head back, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your vision whitens. however, despite coming down from your high, you see the sadistic glint in suguru’s eyes and before you know it, his mouth is plastered back onto your clit.
you let out a silent scream at his ministrations, your thighs clenching around his head in urgency. “t-take it! mmh such a good baby,” he moans against you.
he stuffs two fingers up your pussy and swirls them around torturously wriggling them vigorously to make your pussy squelch more obscenely.
tears are streaming down your face as you thrash and thrash. your feet dig into his back, kicking at him in a pathetic attempt to get away but he just shoves his face deeper into you as his free arm splays itself over your tummy. his fingers constantly pushes against your sweet spot causing more wetness to gush out of you uncontrollably.
“cum again, sweetheart. for sugu” it was his turn to whine desperately against your stuttering hips. your mouth hangs open from the relentless pleasure that you’re forced to take, eyes fluttering shut while more pretty noises pour out of your mouth.
just when you’re about to cum again, suguru pushes his fingers in a little deeper, eliciting a wail from you, your tongue lolling out. again, your orgasm crashes over you.
your body trembles, shocks of pleasure running up and down your legs from the intensity. you look up at suguru with wide eyes who’s looking right back at you with a mischievious smirk on his face as he sucks on his soaked fingers from your dripping arousal mixed with cum.
“mmh,” he moans at your taste on his fingers. “so sweet, baby. do you think you can cum one more time on my tongue f’me?” he says in a honeyed sweet tone with a gentle smile. it only shakes you to your core. you can only whimper helplessly at his words.
Powerpuff sasusho
don't be mad
family man (choso x reader 18+)
summary: choso needing to stuff you full of his cum <3
warnings: afab!reader, gender neutral terms, degradation, creampies, breeding, cunnalingus
w/c: 540
a/n: I DONT REMEMBER WRITING THIS BUT I FOUND IT IN MY NOTES TODAY APPARENTLY I WROTE THIS IN AUGUST 2024 AT 6 AM ENJOY THIS RAUNCHY SHIT
family man choso who has nothing else in his mind other than to stuff your cunt full of his seed.
he thinks it constantly, when you’re cooking dinner, folding the laundry, scrolling on your phone, etc. literally any time you’re in his vision he thinks of his cum dripping from your hole as you’re recovering from his relentless load after load.
just like today when he came home from his brother’s school after training yuuji. you were in the kitchen finishing up the dishes in your lounge wear. which usually consists of one of choso’s t-shirts and a pair of undies but that was more than enough to get him worked up and thinking about your blissed out expression when he first pushes his cock past your tight entrance.
which explains how you got to this point:
“one more load baby please,” choso grunts under his voice into your ear.
his hands grip your thighs tightly while pushing them further and further into yourself as he fucks his cum back into your cunt.
the mess of two loads already pumped in your willing pussy with the mixture of your own releases now making a mess on the kitchen counter below you.
“pussy so wet for me, made to take my cum — fuuh-ck!”
he reaches between you two to rub at your clit again, wanting to feel you clench and spasm all over him. choso loves when you cum around his cock, the way you squeeze him like you depend on it.
“cho, it’s— ah mm— it’s too much,” you gasp over your words at the intense overstimulation.
“hmm, i don’t think so,” he thrusts into you hard, making sure you can feel the tip of his dick pressing against your sweet spot, “you can still talk so my job isn’t done yet.”
“nng, c—cho!” you tell out, not sure when your orgasms start or end at this point but all you can feel is the overwhelming pleasure the half curse is giving you.
you wonder if his insistent need to stuff you so full of his cum has something to do with him being a death painting but you couldn’t care less. this man knows what he’s doing either way so it doesn’t matter. he has your feet on top of his shoulders now and his free hand now around your throat.
“t—take it, i know you can. take it for me, slut,” he groans out in between pants of him catching his breath, “f—fuuuuck need you to cum around me again! feels so gooood.”
his hand speeds up against your clit in just the right way for the otherworldly almost stinging pleasure to rush from the tips of your fingers to the bottom of your toes. your eyes roll so far back that you lose your vision, clenching around him while he fucks his seed back into you.
your pure unadulterated indulgence was cut short when choso pulls out of you suddenly. before you could even finish letting out a whine you couldn’t even control, his tongue was cleaning the immense amount of cum he unleashed in your cunt.
“gotta clean up my mess to fill you more,” he mumbles in between licks, “need to make sure it takes.”
whenever I think of Satoru’s 6 inch long fingers, my brain chemistry gets altered
family man (choso x reader 18+)
summary: choso needing to stuff you full of his cum <3
warnings: afab!reader, gender neutral terms, degradation, creampies, breeding, cunnalingus
w/c: 540
a/n: I DONT REMEMBER WRITING THIS BUT I FOUND IT IN MY NOTES TODAY APPARENTLY I WROTE THIS IN AUGUST 2024 AT 6 AM ENJOY THIS RAUNCHY SHIT
family man choso who has nothing else in his mind other than to stuff your cunt full of his seed.
he thinks it constantly, when you’re cooking dinner, folding the laundry, scrolling on your phone, etc. literally any time you’re in his vision he thinks of his cum dripping from your hole as you’re recovering from his relentless load after load.
just like today when he came home from his brother’s school after training yuuji. you were in the kitchen finishing up the dishes in your lounge wear. which usually consists of one of choso’s t-shirts and a pair of undies but that was more than enough to get him worked up and thinking about your blissed out expression when he first pushes his cock past your tight entrance.
which explains how you got to this point:
“one more load baby please,” choso grunts under his voice into your ear.
his hands grip your thighs tightly while pushing them further and further into yourself as he fucks his cum back into your cunt.
the mess of two loads already pumped in your willing pussy with the mixture of your own releases now making a mess on the kitchen counter below you.
“pussy so wet for me, made to take my cum — fuuh-ck!”
he reaches between you two to rub at your clit again, wanting to feel you clench and spasm all over him. choso loves when you cum around his cock, the way you squeeze him like you depend on it.
“cho, it’s— ah mm— it’s too much,” you gasp over your words at the intense overstimulation.
“hmm, i don’t think so,” he thrusts into you hard, making sure you can feel the tip of his dick pressing against your sweet spot, “you can still talk so my job isn’t done yet.”
“nng, c—cho!” you tell out, not sure when your orgasms start or end at this point but all you can feel is the overwhelming pleasure the half curse is giving you.
you wonder if his insistent need to stuff you so full of his cum has something to do with him being a death painting but you couldn’t care less. this man knows what he’s doing either way so it doesn’t matter. he has your feet on top of his shoulders now and his free hand now around your throat.
“t—take it, i know you can. take it for me, slut,” he groans out in between pants of him catching his breath, “f—fuuuuck need you to cum around me again! feels so gooood.”
his hand speeds up against your clit in just the right way for the otherworldly almost stinging pleasure to rush from the tips of your fingers to the bottom of your toes. your eyes roll so far back that you lose your vision, clenching around him while he fucks his seed back into you.
your pure unadulterated indulgence was cut short when choso pulls out of you suddenly. before you could even finish letting out a whine you couldn’t even control, his tongue was cleaning the immense amount of cum he unleashed in your cunt.
“gotta clean up my mess to fill you more,” he mumbles in between licks, “need to make sure it takes.”
1-800-HOT-N-FUN
───✦ DILF! GOJO X READER
♡ summary: it took a month and 3 days before your self-control snapped. who doesn't love hot dilfs!
♡ wc: 7.3k
♡ content warnings: fem! babysitter! reader, dilf! older! gojo, age gap, groping, pining, p in v, best friends brother (bfb), divorced, babysitting, mention of kids, breéding kink, big díck gojo, mating press, reader is down bad, fíngering, unprotected.
♡ a/n: freak week (ovulation) has had me in a chokehold…
Beautiful blue eyes, pure white hair, taller than you by a few feet, excellent bone structure, and drop-dead gorgeous. In your 14-year-old brain, he was the most gorgeous person you had ever seen with your own two eyes. He strutted across the spacious living room. In all the years you had been over your best friend's house, you had never seen whoever this man was in her house. You were almost angry she didn't introduce you sooner.
“Who’s that?” you whispered, keeping your eyes on the unknown man sitting on the couch on the phone. He sat on the sofa with familiarity, lying on his side on the sectional.
“My brother,” Utahime said with disdain, scoffing while flipping through the magazine. You looked between them, trying to find some similarity in their features. Maybe they looked somewhat related if you looked long enough, but that was stretching it. “Step-brother,” she answered.
Nodding, you peeked back at her brother. He was better looking than all the male models in your magazine, which was now getting incredibly boring. “How- uh old is he?” you asked, trying to come off the least bit suspicious. She giggled like she was expecting you to ask.
“20. Why? You got a crush on Satoru?” she whispered, snickering at you. Your hands quickly found her mouth, covering it just in case her brother heard. Something wet swiped across your palm, moving your hand back, you looked back in disgust, wiping the spit residue on your jeans. Sartoru’s previous conversation on the phone ended as he set his phone on the coffee table. “Well, that sucks.” She sighed, looking off, avoiding your eyes.
“What, why?”
“Oh, I don't know…”
“C’mon please!” you begged, coming up with the worst possible scenarios in your head. Is he gay? You could probably live with that. Is he a secret weirdo? That's okay, everyone is weird in their way. The worst possible thing could be that he's married. Looking off at his hand now wrapped around the remote, empty; good. He's not wearing a ring plus he's so young.
“Well okay,” she grinned. “He's engaged, it's supposed to be secret, ‘kay?” In the 5 minutes and 37 seconds you have known of Satoru, your heart shattered. Your fantasy of a white picket fence, together married crumpled into a ball, and thrown into a fire. Staring at her in disbelief, ready for her to say “sike” but she never did, instead gossiping to you about Satoru’s secret relationship. Even though you were heartbroken from your extremely brief “crush” you couldn't help but listen.
“Our parents really hate her, like seriously. Like three years ago, she came over and she and Satoru were alone in his room.” She looked around the room before standing up and gathering the magazines. “Let's go upstairs.” Nodding, taking your bag off the floor, anxious for the rest of the story. Both of you dashed up the stairs, Satoru looking skeptical of the two of you, your feet pattering up the steps.
You sat on her bed in her room as she closed her bedroom door. “What happened?” you pleaded. What could his fiancée have possibly done to make their parents not like her so much? From what you've seen of them, her parents were so nice. They weren't even mad when Utahime failed gym, arguably the easiest class ever. She laughed, crawling on the bed towards you, lying on her stomach.
“Alright, so my dad walked in on them and she had Satoru literally hanging out of his window.” You gaped, hanging off her every word. “They were arguing with Satoru for hours, even kicking Victoria out.”
“Is that his girlfriend, I mean fiancée?” you asked, happy at the sudden name drop. You were going to ask for her name anyway, but at least Utahime told you before you had to. She nodded, continuing on how he wouldn't tell them for weeks until he finally caved once they threatened to ban her from the house.
“They were trying to sneak out to go to his friend's party. You know how my parents are, no way was he getting out, and he snuck her over. He ended up getting grounded for a month,” she shrugged. You almost forgot he was old enough to even go to parties, even worse, they had been together for three years.
“Wait so why don't they like her?” You questioned if she was already not allowed before the window incident, what happened to make them not like her in the first place? She whistled looking around her room. She leaned in closer, lowering her volume. “I don't know much since they didn't tell me but from what I know they think she cheated on him a few times.” Your mouth dropped, how could you cheat on Satoru, your dislike for her grew, that was previously only based on “Victoria” being Satoru’s fiancée, was now fueled by the new information. “I know right! I still don't know if it's true or not, but they are engaged so they worked it out somehow...” She shrugged, rolling her eyes.
“Woah, what are we gossiping about?” The bedroom door was open, with a very hot Satoru standing against the frame. It didn't seem like he was standing there long; at least not long enough to hear Utahime gossiping about his love life. He looked between the two of you before plopping on the bed.
“Oh my god, you still don't know how to knock?” She face palmed moving away from him. He laughed, it was music to your ears, shrugging as he looked back at you.
“Don't even miss your sweet big brother, you're harsh.” he sulked, wiping a fake tear from his dry eyes.
“I've missed you oh so very much,” she said with faux enthusiasm, “Are you done now?” she sighed moving up towards the headboard and you. Even from across the bed, he smelled like vanilla, somewhat of cookies too.
“Gosh, she's so mean, stay safe,” he warned looking at you. Your face heated up at him addressing you, he was so dreamy it was driving you crazy. “What's your name? Utahime is so embarrassed of her brother she didn't even introduce me. I'm Satoru,” he said, rolling off the bed, waiting for you to answer, but you were utterly speechless. Picking up on your situation, Utahime answered for you.
Pushing Satoru towards the door, “Okay, get out!” she pushed trying to close the door on him, ignoring his constant pleas.
“Wait- remember our deal right? I'll tell them later tonight, okay?” he said, holding the door open with his hands as her back was against it.
“Yeah yeah I remember to go now.” finally pushing the door closed, barely missing his fingers. Turning the lock, waiting to hear his footsteps go back down the stairs. “God, he is so annoying.” she groaned, swiping off her leggings.
“And hot.” you blurted out. She looked at you in pure disgust, putting her finger toward her mouth in a puking motion. She sat back on the bed, fixing the bedding that Satoru had messed up.
“You're so gross, he's going to be back for a while because of spring break.” You nodded, making a mental note in your head to keep your hangouts at her house. For the rest of the afternoon, the two of you talked about mundane things before it was time for you to go home. Out the door, you took one last look at Satoru before leaving and getting in your parents' car.
Every time you went over to Utahime’s house during breaks, the anticipation that Satoru would be there filled your stomach with butterflies. She often joked that you were only her friend for her brother; which was entirely false and she knew that. By the time you were 16 with a boyfriend of your own, Satoru turned into a distant crush and something to laugh about with Utahime. Once you moved to college, you assumed you would probably never see him again unless it was with Utahime back home, but he rarely came over after he got married.
“I need a job,” you complained, sipping on your iced coffee that was becoming watery. Your last job fired you after ownership switched over and you were struggling to find a new one. The cafe was relatively empty, and was close to campus. You even tried applying here, but they denied your application.
Utahime across from you perked up, “You remember Satoru right?” she asked, continuing to type on her computer. You nodded, he had become Utahime’s trump card whenever she wanted you to do something for a year and a half. “He moved around here recently but he needs a babysitter. He asked me but I'm too busy. Want me to ask? Pay is pretty good too,” She explained, telling you the days which were mostly weekends, Mondays, and Wednesdays.
Your eyes lit up, the days fit right in your schedule and it wasn't for too long either. “How much and how many kids?” You asked, scrolling through your relatively empty calendar.
“50 an hour and it's just one.”
“Send me his number,” you replied quickly. You've had previous sitting experience so this should be a piece of cake. If anything, you didnt even know he had a kid, but it was kind of to be expected since he and his wife had been together for so long. Grabbing her phone, a message popped up on your laptop showing the number she sent. Immediately you added his number, preparing what to send.
Your finger rapidly typed against the keyboard, rereading the message, making sure it was professional enough and no grammatical errors. The message was sent, and the delivered icon showed at the bottom of the text. “Wow you're quick, you'll get it don't worry. My nephew is good too,” she assured you, giving a thumbs up from behind her computer.
Hopefully…there was no way you could go another week without some kind of income.
Sighing, you got back to studying, keeping an eye on your notifications for a message from Satoru. The rest of the session went on with the hope of a response in the back of your mind, pushing you to study more to get it off your mind. The orange glow of the sunset radiated through the café's wide windows. “I'm tired, let's get back.” You yawned, stretching your body on the chair. Taking off your glasses to let your eyes rest from looking at the screen of your laptop for hours on end. You wore them for blue light protection, especially for studying on days like this. Utahime agreed, jumping up in her seat to start packing up.
Gathering your things, and placing them neatly back into your study bag, your phone vibrated on the table. ‘Yep, it's still open! Would you be okay coming over sometime this week for an interview?’ Doing a silent celebration in your head, you responded yes, telling him you were free anytime this week. ‘Awesome, let's do tomorrow at 3!’ he responded immediately. Your fingers typed back, ‘Thank you, and see you soon!’.
“Who are you texting?” Utahime smirked, peeking over at your phone.
“Your brother. I have an interview with him tomorrow.”
“Congrats, make sure to not flirt with my brother.” she quipped, pulling her bag over her shoulder. You were laughing behind her. That crush was so long ago, that you were not going to flirt with your potential boss, especially not when he's married with a kid.
Pulling into the driveway of the large house in front of you. There was even a fountain in the front! It was the address Satoru sent to you, there was only one car in the driveway, other than yours. Ringing the doorbell next to the large double doors with frosted glass. You could hear a bit of clattering and feet pattering before the door opened. Staring at the older man in front of you, you're glad you didn't make any promises with Utahime. He looked as gorgeous as ever, probably even more since the last time you saw him was a few years ago at Utahimes 18th birthday.
“You're here!” he said, opening the door wide, and leading you in. “You can leave your shoes here,” You took off your shoes, placing them neatly on the shoe mat. “Thank you. You can have a seat on the coach over there,” he pointed towards the living room on your right. He sounded somewhat the same as you remember, still a little boyish but more mature; sexier. The house was beautiful, almost more than it was outside. Walking towards the living room, I had a large sofa with a coffee table across from it and a massive television attached to the wall.
Movie nights must be great. You wondered sitting on the edge of the plush couch cushion. It took a few moments before Satoru came back. “Sorry, my son just left, I was cleaning up a bit but I lost track of time.” He wiped off the back of his joggers, trying to look more presentable. “Alright, let's get started!” he sat down in a chair in front of you. He started asking you about your last jobs and handed him your printed resume showing all the job experience you've had. You were trying to pay attention to his questions, but your mind would annoyingly wander about how sexy he was. Every few minutes you would look around the room for family pictures. There was a painting on the wall but that was it.
“My baby is my pride and joy. If anything were to happen to him, I don't know what I would do.” his carefree tone throughout the interview turned serious. You nodded profusely, your hands getting sweaty on your lap, your back straightening. “It's okay, no need to be so nervous. I've been trying to find a sitter for weeks, my work has been getting a little demanding.” he chuckled, giving you a thumbs up. “50 an hour Monday and Wednesday 6 to 10 and weekends 5 to 11. You're good, your resume looks fantastic. Do you have any questions for me?”
“How old is your son?”
“He's 10 months old.” he responded with a smile, “He is so adorable, I can show you a few pictures on my phone. Sae looks just like me,” he said pridefully pulling his phone out of his pocket, his lock screen being a baby with white hair in a blanket asleep. He opened an album that seemed to be solely dedicated to his son. He showed you pictures and he wasn't wrong, the kid looked identical to him.
“He's so cute, your twin.” You said staring at the picture of him playing with a toy set. He agreed, looking fondly at the screen. He handed you a paper schedule explaining that he would let you know if there were any date changes and that there was a feeding schedule on the fridge and where his food was.
“In the packet, it has everything from his favorite shows to his nap times,” he explained, showing you around the large home. It was ardently clear his son was the light of his life, he had a 10-page packet front to back dedicated to his son. If anything it was a bit obsessive, but you could understand. Leaving your child with someone gets scary, and being there is important even if it's the exact spot of the bed the baby sleeps best at.
Very thorough.
“That should be everything, are you good this weekend?” he asked, with a pleading look in his eye. You were going to go clubbing but you can always do that some other time. Once the words yes fell out of your mouth, he gave you spilling out multiple thank yous. “You're a saint,” he said your name, the way it rolled off his tongue tickled your brain in a way it shouldn't. He was a very married man with a kid. Maybe your hormones were weird, he was completely off limits, and even worse, he was Utahimes brother. He let you out of his tight embrace, his demeanor uplifted.
“I'll see you this weekend!” he said, seeing you off to your car. You unlocked the car door as he opened it for you. You must be ovulating the way you tried to tear your eyes away from his arms traveling downward…”Drive safely.” He grinned watching you get inside the driver's seat.
“Thank you so much for today! I'll see you Saturday.” Putting your car in reverse, you waved back at him as he walked back to the house. This job would take a lot of self-control, but you hoped once the kid was with you, then the professional switch in your brain would finally click.
The next few days were a blur, Saturday morning, Satoru sent you a confirmation text, making sure you were still coming. It almost makes you wonder why he struggled so much to find a sitter. The pay was good and the hours weren't bad, even better, it's a. Utahime said he lived close, but it was almost a 30-minute drive to his house, so you had to get ready early wearing some yoga pants and a zip-up hoodie.
You sang along to the songs playing in your car as you drove damn near a half hour to Satoru’s house but it's okay at least his face made up for it. When you pulled into the driveway, there was another car, other than Satoru’s. Must be his wife. You sighed, you knew at some point you would need to meet her. Even after all these years, you'd never seen her face, not even a picture. Getting out of the car, getting your bag, the thick packet tucked safely in a folder.
“Bye, sweetie mommy loves you.” A woman with long hair bent down kissing the Sae on the forehead before walking past you completely. Satoru waved goodbye to her as she entered her vehicle.
Satoru called your name as you looked at the woman in the car. Your imagination had come up with many possibilities of what she could have looked like, especially since Sae took after Satoru. His genes were strong as hell. She was beautiful and looked sophisticated, they were a cute couple. You were almost jealous but you had other things to worry about like your job. “Sorry, here I come.”
He was already dressed in a business suit, “I have to go, but thank you and I'll see you at 11.” he rambled, giving the one last kiss, “I'll miss you so much, be good okay.” He gave you a final goodbye before rushing to his car.
“It's just me and you.” You spoke to the baby who looked at you confused. “Oh right.” You introduced yourself to Sae who played on the strings of your jacket as you held him. You brought him inside, checking the clock, he still had an hour until snack time.
You played with him on his building blocks until nap time. You were pretty surprised as he didn’t cry, he was a smiley baby if anything. He was literally his father's clone. Same eyes, hair, and even his chubby baby hands. No DNA test was needed for the father at least…mother was a different story. They had little to no resemblance; you almost questioned if she was the mother in the first place. Perhaps it's because you were used to Satoru’s face, it was the only one you could see. The baby started drooling at the commercials on the screen of his room's television; looking at the time, it was already snack time.
Crouching down to pick him up, you noticed a picture on the diaper cabinet with a Polaroid picture of Sae, Satoru, and his wife. They looked like a happy family grinning ear to ear in the picture. You smiled to yourself, someday you did want a family of your own, but first, you needed to finish your last year in college and handle your job once you graduate. For now, all you could do was fantasize. Carefully going down the grand staircase with the child on your hip.
You opened the fridge, it was packed full of healthy food, a few packed lunches sitting on the top shelf and baby food right next to it. Grabbing the unsweetened yogurt and a baby spoon out of one of the drawers. As Sae ate, you watched the sunset from the windows. After this, it would be nap time according to the packet, and a note stated that he liked to sleep next to someone. You giggled imagining Satoru lying next to Sae, both napping together, you'd bet Satoru had a picture of that too.
Once he was done, you washed the spoon in the sink, rinsing the bubbles from the sponge and dish soap. Getting the baby from the booster, you took him back up to his room, sitting on the grey recliner next to the crib. Sae started yawning, lying on your chest, as a child show on Netflix played on the television on the wall. After the first episode, he went to sleep spittle pooling on your jacket. He was so cute it hurt. Seeing how he was today, it would be an easy job, the hardest part being his father.
Grabbing the remote, you decided to put on one of the shows you were watching recently, you clicked on the guest account, typing the show into the search bar. Clicking play on the last episode you watched, skipping the recap and intro. The volume was turned down low enough that it would wake the little gojo lying on you, a blanket draped over him.
Occasionally he would shift in his sleep, turning over onto your arm, giving you a little more room to move. Your phone rang on the table next to you, quickly grabbing it so it wouldn't wake the baby. “Hello?” you whispered into the phone, you hadn't even checked who the caller was.
“Aw, you guys look so cute,” a familiar voice said over the phone, you could see he had a pout through the phone almost. You stifled a giggle looking toward the camera in the corner of the room, pointing at both of you. You waved with your hand. “Hello to you too, just checking in. It's nap time, so I assumed he was asleep,” he stated. You looked at the camera knowing he was watching through the cameras.
“Yeah he's been great,” you muttered, keeping the small blanket on Sae. You were becoming a little cold, your legs crossed to keep in what little heat you had.
“That's good, I was a little worried he would be shy around you but you're getting along great. I knew you would be perfect.” Your face began to heat up from the compliment, but you tried not to take it any other way than professionally. “What are you watching?” he asked, through the phone, it sounded like he was in a quiet area.
“It's grown-ish, don't worry I'm on the guest account,” you answered, Satoru chuckling through the phone. “What?” you questioned wondering what he could be laughing about.
“Are you even old enough to watch that?” he joked, watching your reaction through the camera.
“I'm 23, not 12.” You scoffed, your arms were becoming stiff under the baby’s weight. Gently you moved him to the side of your phone to switch places.
“God you make me sound old,”
“You're 29, that's not too bad.” You yawned. It was almost 9 and you were also a little sleepy, even though all you'd done all day was sit if you could even call it that, when it was so easy.
“I'm surprised you remember how old I am.” You had a feeling he was about to bring up some embarrassing memories. “Oh yeah, sorry about today, I meant to stay a bit to make sure he did well but I got caught up with Victoria.”
“No, it's okay I understand.” Your eyes watered from how tired you were.
“Hey he's not waking up as long as you're under him, he puts me to sleep every time.” He said he heard the tiredness in your voice.
“I couldn't do that, definitely not on the first day.” You pushed yourself awake. No way were you going to fall asleep on the job, that would be too embarrassing.
“Whatever you say captain.” he laughed. “Oh, I have to go now, I'll see you late tonight if you're not asleep.” You were going to reply but hung up. Looking at your phone, you might as well check and see if anyone texted you. Utahime did, but you might as well call her, she is such a slow texter it'll take her 3 years to text you back. The phone rang 4 times before she picked up.
“How is it going over there?” She asked breathing into the phone. It sounded like she was at the gym. You could hear Sae’s soft snoring, which you're sure was getting picked up through the phone. “Didn't admit your undying love for Satoru yet, did you?” she sneered. You rolled your eyes, if only he wasn't married.
“It's going good and no, I did not. I just got off the phone with him before I called you,” you whispered, keeping the phone propped up on your neck. She whistled through the phone background machinery and chatter in her background.
“At my party you couldn't even look him in the face, now you're holding this kid. Couple goals!” Utahime quipped before cursing into the phone. You tried holding in your laughter, kids without a nap weren't fun, and you did not want to see what Sae was like without one.
“That's what you get.”
“Shut up, this fucking stairmaster is hell.” She grunted, perceiving through whatever “hell” she was going through. You continued to talk to her about your day, keeping an eye on the time, and the sleeping child on your arm. Your bodies lay comfortably on the recliner waiting for time to pass and for you to get in your own bed. By the time you got off the phone with her, it was already 10:30.
It was late so Sae was officially asleep for the night. Carefully getting up, you placed the baby inside the crib, laying on the soft mattress.
“I'm home!” Satoru cheered, giggling at the keys from downstairs and opening the oak doors. Your stuff was already packed ready to go home and sleep. “I brought food.” he smiled, holding up a brown bag. You were going to eat a cup of ramen noodles at home but it wouldn't hurt eating here. It's free food!
Settling at the island in the kitchen you climbed to the top of one of the stools. He pulled out two plastic containers of Chinese food, the aroma filling your nose. “Got it on my way back.” you waited for him to start eating first as he mixed the ingredients together. The food was surprisingly good and still warm, looking between your containers you noticed he got you the same thing as him.
“You have good taste.” it wasn't just a compliment on his taste in food but rather everything from his home to his wife. Hell, he even had the good Q-tips. He perked up his brows furrowing as he swallowed the rest of his food.
“Where do you think Utahine gets it from,” he smirked. “If I didn't take over the business I would totally do that new age influencer thing,” he said, taking a large bite out of the rest of his food. You weren't even half finished. You knew his family was rich but nothing about a business. Maybe someday down the line, you'll ask for a raise.
“What would your employees do without you?” you joked stretching your legs yawning into your hands. Finishing your food Satoru watched talking endlessly about his employees. One thing you did remember about Satoru was that he talked a lot.
“Poor Ijichi needs a vacay.” he sulked, throwing the plastic containers into the waste bin. The conversation felt so natural and so comforting. It had been a while since you talked to anyone other than close friends.
“You could send him on vacation.” he stared at you, considering your suggestion as though he hadn't thought about that.
“You're right. I could.” taking off his suit jacket only wearing the white button-up. “Wanna help me come up with some places? I was thinking somewhere warm.” Alone with him any longer? Too dangerous.
“Maybe next time,” you looked between him and the clock. The drive would be long enough to clear your mind of these indecent thoughts.
“Oh right, campus is quite the drive.” he offered to drive you home but you denied getting into your car. The drive alone was something you needed. Wishing him a goodnight he watched you drive off your headlight illuminating the dark empty street.
The next few shifts with Sae and Satoru became your routine. After a month you didn't even need to refer to the packet when it was time for the baby's bath time and which particular order to use his soaps. That small part of you sensed that innocent crush slowly resurfaced the more contact with Satoru. When his gaze lingered for a little too long you figured you were imagining it but some part of you wished you were right. He'd bring the both of you food at the end of your shift even sharing the rest of your food only after he finished begging for a bite even though it's the exact same thing as what he had.
11:15 pm
The jingling of keys opened the door carefully. “I'm home…” there was no response or patterning of feet coming down the staircase. Empty and quiet. Unusual.
Going upstairs, Sae's room was empty and the light shut off. Worry started to fill Satoru’s mind. The house was way too quiet and you and Sae were nowhere to be seen. Calling your name frantically checking every room upstairs before going to the 1st floor. Turning the corner he was met with your sleeping bodies slump on the couch. Sae lay on your chest, he let out a long sigh, closing the call app on his phone.
The image was too cute to handle, too domestic to think too much about. From an outside perspective, you looked like a mother napping with his baby. Quickly grabbing his phone without a second thought he took a picture of the two of you lying there resisting the urge to utter an audible “aww”.
As cute as you both looked it couldn't have been comfortable. Silently he picked Sae up, taking him upstairs to his crib. When he returned downstairs you were still asleep changing positions curled up on the sofa.
Picking your pliant body up holding you in his arms as he traveled upstairs. He debated between his room and the guest room. Currently, the guest room has been turned into temporary storage. His room it is. He tried desperately to ignore your hand that was grasping his chest. Carefully setting your body on his mattress draping the lush duvet over your body. Drool had slipped through your plush lips taking his thumb he wiped the residue going just a little too slow taking in how soft your cheek was. His thumb grazed your bottom lip, the corners of your mouth twitched making him retreat, yanking his hand away.
Too close…
Looking down the imprint of his cock strained against his slacks. He was sleeping on the couch. There was no way he could lay in the same bed as you. He could barely keep his hands to himself when you sat across from him telling him about your day. Ever since the moment you stepped inside his home, he knew he had to practice self-control sitting in the car watching you through the security cameras as you walked through the house as you lived there memorizing the rooms no longer needing to wander aimlessly trying to find the bathroom.
Stepping into the shower connected to his room letting the frigid stream travel down his body trying to tame his hard-on. His mind started to race with the image of you with his child ring on your finger tied to him forever. The thought alone had him wrapping his hand around his cock in slow strokes. Depictions of you filling his mind the way your ass looked in those gray flare pants or how prettily your tits looked in a square cut top. It wasn't even that low cut, however, just the tiniest bit of cleavage peeking through. Suddenly his imagination conjured an image of you pregnant with his kid's stomach round and large. Spurts of cum splattered on the shower tiles.
Fuck.
When you awoke there was no longer a child lying on your stomach and you were way too comfortable. The room looks unfamiliar and the bed is too large to be your own. Turning your attention to the sound of a shower running and turning off. The room lights were dimmed making it easier for your eyes to focus. The door in the corner of the room opened and your eyes widened. Satoru stood there with only a pair of pajama pants on and a towel drying his hair.
“Oh, I’m sorry-”
“No, it's okay I thought you were…asleep,” he said, opening a few drawers and grabbing some clothes. You watched him attentively droplets of water from his hair dripping onto the floor. The muscles of his back moved as he dug through the drawer grabbing a fluffy blanket On the nightstand, there was a framed picture of Sae dressed as an elf. So it was Satoru’s room.
“Where are you going?” you asked as Satorg opened the door to the hallway. He looked surprised holding his blanket exiting the room.
“Downstairs..”
“Why?” pulling the cover off you got up your top it was hiked up showing a sliver of your midsection. “You could sleep in here,”
“But you're in here?” You looked at him confused. You were both adults. There was nothing wrong with being in a room together, alone.
“I have to go home anyway.” getting up, fixed the cover, pulling it back over the mattress.
“It's already late you might as well stay here.” he protested he wasn't wrong it was already 12 and to be honest you really didn't feel like driving especially not when Satoru was shirtless in front of you a small blush tinting his complexion. “So it's settled, you stay up here I go downstairs.”
“It's your room, I can't kick you out. Just stay here”
“You're a guest, it's too uncomfortable for you to sleep there.” one thing the couch wasn't uncomfortable but sure it he insisted.
“We can just sleep together then.” You didn't mean for it to come out the way it did, prepared to say never mind and beat him downstairs to reflect on what you said.
“Okay.” you didn't expect him to say yes, thankfully (unfortunately?) he didn't take what you said the wrong way and climbed into the bed. He peeled the cover back, opening a spot for you to lay down. Lying down putting the cover over yourself staring at Satoru’s back in front of you. The only thing separating you is the console. The air was thick with heat, whether, from the heavy blanket or the tension between you, you weren’t sure.
Your senses were hyper-aware of every crinkle in the bed trying to force yourself asleep. Closing your eyes but only images of Satoru’s bare chest moist and glistening from his shower. Your body was stiff against the bed hoping I'd you didn't make any movements the man next to you wouldn't notice how hot your body was growing or worse the heat developing in your panties.
Swiftly Satoru turned over facing you, his cerulean eyes examining your expression. You prayed that in the dark room, he couldn't see the way your eyes traveled to his lips, they looked so soft, delicate. His body seemed a lot closer than when you first laid down if you focused you could feel the faint air from his breathing. You could move over and prevent whatever impulsivity that you would possibly regret.
Your body inched just a little closer enough that you could see his individual lashes. They were long and full, guys always had nice lashes but his were as beautiful as the rest of his face, they complimented his eyes. So pretty. At least you ten years had taste.
“You think I'm pretty?” he said staring back at you, you would've been embarrassed but you were too distracted by the way his Adam's apple bobbed as he spoke. “You're pretty too…” he moved some of your hair out of your face. You would really regret this later.
Before you even realized what you were doing, you reached for him, your lips brushing his. It was tentative at first, just a small touch. But then Satoru’s hand found your head, and the kiss deepened, slow but undeniable. Your fingertips grazed his chest feeling the soft skin. His hands traveled down your bag, his touch electric against your skin sending shivers up your spine. Crawling onto his lap, your hands feeling to his skin every dip and curve. His hands wandered down your top slipping under to touch your skin. Your lips were intoxicating as he drank in the kiss pulling back only to breathe.
His pupils were staring at your figure above him, he resisted the urge to rut his hips against yours for friction. Your hands were exploring his body groping wherever you could. The kiss was fervent basking in the way you tasted; you were so perfect. Suddenly you pulled back your face full of horror.
“This is so wrong-”
“I'm not that bad of a kisser-” he grazed his lips confused. That wasn't the problem, he was good too good. If you didn't pull back now you're afraid you wouldn't have.
“You're married!” you cried whispering so that Sae 3 doors down wouldn't hear. Satoru's face dropped into a look of humor holding a hand over his mouth. “This is not funny, I can't be a homewrecker!” you began to crawl off of him, tears welling in your eyes in the shame of the situation. His hand found you pulling you back on his lap. He held you tight in his arms, shushing your constant pleas.
“I got divorced months ago,” he stated plainly, your body was still in his arms as he rocked you. This entire time it was one of the many reasons preventing you from pouncing on him. He cupped your face close to his pecking your lips, wiping the salty tears from your face. “Thought you picked up on that already, guess not.” pinching your cheeks you wrapped your legs around him.
Now the only renewed fever pressing his lips onto yours. Your breaths came out sharp and unrestrained, your chests rising. Your bodies pressed flush, every point of contact burning, like you could consume each other if you would. His name escaped your lips in ragged whispers. Dragging your shirt off revealing the Victoria's Secret bra underneath. His hands wrapped around your waist keeping you balanced as he leaned back letting your hips rock against his. The fabric separating the two of you was becoming unbearable. Your clothes were too hot.
Your fingertips traced fervid lines down his abs and abdomen. His hands swiftly unclipped the hooks of your bra letting it fall off your shoulders and throwing it somewhere on the floor. Flipping you over your body jolting against the mattress, hastily pulling off your leggings and drenched panties in one go. He pushed your knees back watching how slick spilled out your pussy. Taking a finger collecting some that was dripping down sucking in his finger. You were going to drive him crazy.
Plunging his fingers inside your walls contracting at the intrusion sucking him in. The loud squelching of your pussy echoed through the room. You tried stifling your moans holding a hand over your mouth, your hips rocked back on his fingers as they roughly plunged in and out of you. You felt that tight core build up in your stomach until you came on his fingers, your toes curling in the air.
He had you folded your knee and touch the bed beneath you, pinned to the bed as he cock aligned with your hole easing in slowly. You gasped, eyes rolling in the back of your head. The stretch was so immense it almost hurt but the pleasure was too good. Once he bottomed out he waited for your walls to adjust to him. He cursed, rubbing languid around your clit. It was so hard keeping your voice in his agonizingly slow thrusts almost like he was testing how much you could take. Biting your lip keeping what sounds that wanted to escape your mouth in.
“That's good, you're so good,” he whispered, watching how his girth stretched your cunt swallowing every inch.
“F-faster- I can take it.” you moaned clenching around him desperate with more; as he pulled out glancing between your face and the soaking mess of your hole. Readily he pulled out before slamming into you knocking the air out your lungs. The pace was brutal. With every thrust his tip kissed your cervix, making him incredibly deep within you.
“Shit don't look at me like that might want to put a in you,” you were too out of it to tell if he was joking or not but you didn't care.
“Do it!” You cried out his name, the weight of hips thrusting into your heat had your core building up another orgasm. His velvet voice whispered in your ear. Your mind was too cloudy to make out what he said, it didn't matter. You moaned out a hushed yes.
The way your gummy walls wrapped around him he could stay like this forever, drilling into your heat. The way your tits bounced he could imagine them full of milk ready to be freed, the thought of a condom didn't even cross either of your minds. If he didn't slow down he'd paint your walls full of cum without a second thought. He muttered out praises drunk off your pussy.
“Fuck- hngh I’m soo close,” you whimpered your hands gripping the sheets as his pace continued. Your walls constricted around him gushing on cock. Your body spasmed a silent scream leaving your lips as you came. He groaned at how tight you were making small thrusts letting you ride out your orgasm. Thank god he and his ex divorced. You don't know if you'll ever give up the high you're on.
“Baby don't cry, remember you have to be quiet,” he wiped the wet tears from your eyes as he chased his own orgasm. His fingers left bruises on the back of your thighs keeping your body pinned to the mattress. His cock twitched inside of you, his cock pulverizing your insides. Little droplets of water dripped onto the mattress and your stomach, his hair still a little wet. Your face was so fucked out he couldn't help but stare drinking in your expression. “You can do it- hah I'm close.” he moaned, pressing your body further into the mattress impossibly digging deeper inside of you.
“Don't pull out, ngh- cum in me please!” you pleaded your hands grasping his biceps, your doe-eyed begging him to cum your sweet pussy holding him hostage above you. How could he say no? Almost instantly with one last thrust, his cock punctured into your hole stuffing your insides. Your eyes rolled back the warm liquid filling your womb. It was so satisfying the little moans Satoru let out keeping your body in place as he came.
“Don't move, I want to see how much you can fit. It'd suck for it to fall out.”
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when fratboy!satoru takes your virginity you kind of expect him to be an ass about it. he's cocky as it is, and has a habit of gassing himself up too much when it comes to his... skills in the bedroom. if you're not listening to him talk about how he's the strongest, you're listening to him talk about how he's the biggest.
being the only virgin of your friend group was starting to grate on you and... a small part of you might've wanted to find out if there's any bite to satoru's bark. it's not like the two of you were dating or anything, but you felt comfortable enough to walk up to him one day during lunch and ask, in front of his best friend:
"will you take my virginity?"
maybe you expected him to blush. or freeze up. or at least trip over his words. but instead, the stupid white-haired prick looked up at you with the most relaxed expression possible and shrugged.
"okay."
and that's how you ended up here, sitting criss-cross applesauce on his messy dorm-room bed with his tongue halfway down your throat. a few empty cans of beer and abandoned cheat sheets lay strewn over his floor, and you hate yourself for letting this be the backdrop of your entry into the sex-having life.
but you can’t hate yourself for long because as he runs a hand up your thigh and under your skirt, you start to feel more excited than you thought you’d feel. he pushes you back, slots his knee between your thighs and bites at your bottom lip before trailing down to your throat.
still, it’s satoru, so when he pushes your panties to the side and feels just how wet you are for him, he laughs. “you get this wet when you touch yourself or is all of this just for me?”
“shut up,” you groan as he nips at the skin of your throat and gently runs his finger through your folds and up to your clit. you’re surprised he knows where your clit is, even.
and he’s not wrong—you’ve never been wet like this before. you can feel just how damp the fabric of your panties are you as satoru pulls them down your thighs and hikes your skirt up to get a clearer look at your soaked cunt.
“pretty,” he licks his lips. “wannna taste her, that okay baby?”
his eyes search yours for consent and you’re stunned for a moment as he waits for ‘enthusiastic consent’. you didn’t expect this sort of check-in from a frat boy. your nod seems enthusiastic enough to him, but just for clarity—“use your words.”
“yes. please, gojo.”
“satoru,” he corrects you. “want to hear that name when you cum on my tongue. cant believe no ones tasted her before.”
the use of referring to your pussy as ‘her’ is odd but quickly overlooked when he delves into your pussy like he’s dehydrated. tongue flat against your heat just to flex and circle around your clit. he sucks and bites a little and pulls you to your first orgasm in nasty speeds.
you cum on his tongue whilst his eyes bore into yours from between your thighs. white hair pulled out of his face by your hand as you tug the strands in hopes that he’ll stop licking at your overstimulated clit. it takes until you’re shaking for him to finally pull back and free his angry cock from his pants.
you think you gasp when you see it. he said he was big but you didn’t think he was a truthful man in the slightest. his cock is so heavy it doesn’t even stand at full mast—it fights gravity. satoru sees the look on your face and instead of sporting a shit-eating grin like you expect, he climbs over you and presses a soft kiss to your forehead.
“let’s stop here?” he asks. “we could watch a movie. oooh what about die hard?”
you giggle, your nerves melting a little at his words. “i’m okay, i want this. i am not graduating as a virgin.”
satoru snorts and, after rolling a condom on, gently pries your legs apart enough for him to slot his wait in between them. he guides your ankles to link behind his back and slowly runs the tip of his cock through your slick folds. “tell me if you need me to stop,” he says. “just relax. i’ve got you, baby.”
you actually manage to relax a little, focus on the feeling of being stretched as satoru slowly pushes into you until his tip is completely hidden in your cunt. it’s uncomfortable, but not unbearable. “keep going.”
one of his long fingers dips down to rub soft circles over your clit to relax you a little more as he pushes deeper. you’ve never felt so full, so sore yet desperate for more… you wonder if it’s always going to feel like this, or if it’s just because satoru is the one breaking you open to find pleasure in your insides.
he lets out a pretty moan as he bottoms out inside of you, the weight of his heavy balls resting against your ass as he stills and catches your lips in a wet kiss. his tongue slips into your mouth, runs over your teeth and pushes against your tongue as he slowly draws out of you and then, with a grunt that you taste, snaps his hips forwards into you.
that hurts, but there’s an odd stitch of pleasure in the way he’s broken you open. “sorry,” he speaks against your lips. “it’s better that i just got it out of the way, it can start feeling real good soon. gonna make you cum on my cock, baby. you want that?”
you nod, eyes staring into his as your foreheads meet. satoru nods back, licking his lips and smiling. “yeah? you wanna be stuffed full, huh? always knew you were filthy. but i’m the only one that gets to see it.”
his arrogance pulls at your lips. “until i fuck the next guy.”
snap. his cock splits you open at that, and though you wince and screw your face us, you’re letting out moans made for porn too. his finger on your clit starts working a little faster as he draws back again just to drive into you even harder.
“no,” he dips his head down to bite at your neck. “not until you fuck the next guy. i mean you can try, baby, but it’s not happening.”
“ngh, what do you mean?”
another thrust into you sends you further up the bed. you’re sure you look a mess but satoru looks down at you with such wide blown eyes that you could be convinced you’re from the heavens. “not giving you up that easy,” he groans. “you know, i fucked someone last week just because they had your name. got to moan it without being slapped. again.”
your hand flies up to his chest, almost in an attempt to slow his now mean pace. “wait you—ngh god—you like me?”
“i’m far fucking past like,” he moans, hips starting to stutter. any discomfort has faded into glorious pleasure. your stomach starts to tighten again and you know you’re close enough that he’s going to try and time your orgasms. “you’re so perfect. so much better than i imagined.”
your eyes roll back a little at the thought of satoru fucking his fist late at night to the thought of you. how nonchalant he was when you asked him to take your virginity, you wonder if he went home last night and stroked himself to the sheer anticipation of being inside of you.
“satoru i’m gonna—”
he cuts you off with a deep kiss. it’s sex and want and lust, but it’s also soft in a way you can’t describe—maybe even a little anxious after his confession. it might just be his pending orgasm, but you swear his lips tremble between yours.
his cock throbs as he drills it into you, hits your most sensitive spot with every single thrust. it’s like he already has you mapped out, because you’re both cumming in tandem with each other before long.
a part of you aches to feel his cum spill into you instead of the condom he wears, to be claimed and filled by his seed over and over. would he fuck it back into you? clean you off with his talented tongue? would he plug you with his cock until he’s ready to overfill you with a second load?
he moans into your mouth and pulls back a little to revel in your fucked out expression. your legs still wrap around his waist, boxing him in and keeping him close. you worry that in typical frat boy fashion he’ll make an excuse and run off to recount the fuck with his friends. but satoru pecks at your lips, then your chin, then down your neck again.
“what are you doing?” you ask, vision slightly blurred from the intensity of your orgasm.
“gonna make you cum again,” he smiles against your skin. “didn’t you hear?”
“hear what?”
he pulls back to look at you, a soft smile pulling at his pretty lips. “that if you cum at least five times when you lose your virginity, you’ll fall in loooove.”
Out of all the other boys, Gojo’s Six Eyes make him the most…sensitive. Makes his thighs twitch with every cute kiss against your cervix, makes his power flare every time you clench around him.
It’s not as if he does it on purpose, either. You just feel too good, and he just gets so sensitive.
And he can tell - oh, he can tell that turns you on even more just how gone he is for you. Hell, he could see the exact moment during ovulation you’re in. Could even tell you whether you’ll be having a son or a daughter.
𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: oral, vibrating dildo, some dumbification, manhandling, squirting for the first time, praise, overstimulation
𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 @gonjie: i saw a post saying requests are open? need some Gojo content to cope rn plz maybe it's the first time with Gojo and he makes you squirt, which you've never done before. i feel like going from ordinary/mediocre men to Gojo would be such an overwhelming experience
Oreo: they are open and sorry this took forever for me to get to. 🥲 Satoru would be a huge jump from the guys you normally hook up with 😩
You’re craving more of the immense mind breaking pleasure of Satoru’s relentless tongue. “Fuck right there! Please toru don’t stop! Fuck I’ve been wanting to cum on your pretty face since I saw you.”
Straddling his face, tightly holding onto Satoru’s fluffy, soft hair. He’s so strong, easily holding you on his shoulders, straddling his face. His hand on your hip keeping you steady.
You’re losing your ability to think, loudly moaning, your thighs trembles, clenching his beautiful face. “Cummed! I-I-nnn cummed! Nn!” Satoru’s relentless, captivated by eating and stuffing your sloppy cunt.
You can feel the dildo’s vibrations in your oversensitive, puffy clit. Pumping it faster, keeping it perfectly angled, never missing your g-spot. “Nnnnn!” The toy pulses faster, and he keeps it still, pressing it to your g-spot.
Your eyes widen, stinging with tears that trickle down your face. Clenching the toy, rocking your hips, grinding your puffy clit on his soft tongue. Chasing another high, you can’t help but want more.
After months of pinning after your co-worker, spending nights masturbating thinking about him. “Don’t stop! Your tongue feels so good on my cunt.” Mindlessly seeking pleasure, grinding your sloppy cunt on his beautiful face.
Satoru tightens his grasp, not wavering, loudly groaning licking your clit faster. Stepping towards the bed, kneeling at its edge, sliding his hand up towards the middle of your back. Laying you down on the edge of the bed without taking his mouth off your clit.
Shallowly pumping the toy, stroking your sweet spot. He groans, making out with your clit. Sliding his hand out from under you, grabbing your hip. You hook the other one over his shoulder, pulling Satoru in closer.
Squirting warm cum onto Satoru’s beautiful face. Quivering, feebly jerking away from his soft tongue. He groans following your hips, steadily stroking your clit, pumping the toy fucking you through your high.
Your cunt spams around the toy. Tugging his soft hair, desperate for a reprieve from the intensity. “Good girl, knew your beautiful sloppy cunt could squirt for me, she likes me too much.” Kissing your clit, dragging the dildo till its tip is tugging on your tight cunt.
His groans are beautiful, breathy and more erotic than they should be. “Fuck you’re so beautiful.” He slips his finger underneath the dark band of his blindfold, gliding it off. “Messin’ up my bed with your pretty soaking wet pussy, wanna soak my cock next?” Setting the toy aside.
rockstar! choso is immediately charmed by the pretty fan sitting up close to the stage in the first row. a laminated vip pass glints against your chest, drawing his attention right to the lacy bra beneath your thin, see-through tee.
he’s so distracted that he stumbles over a few chords, earning himself a few looks of confusion from other band members. you cheer him on, shouting along the lyrics to his favorite song, the one that he always performs his signature move during.
pink and pierced, choso’s tongue strokes up the side of his guitar, and he keeps his eyes on you until his riff is over. of course, the crowd screams, chanting his name and waving their signs around. all of the shouting fades into staticky background noise when he sees you cheering, looking a little bashful from such a great show.
later, to make the most of your vip status, you slip behind the scenes to visit with a band member or two, only to meet choso, who shows you around before inviting you into his trailer for an autograph.
“shit,” you gasp, voice tight as your body rolls against his, “do you do this with every fan in the front row?”
“no, i don’t,” choso murmurs between open-mouthed kisses to your neck, feeling drunk with every inhale of your scent, “but you’re not just a front row fan.”
his silver rings feel cool against your hips as he holds you close, deliberately taking his time to appreciate you. it feels like one of the songs he wrote, with hot flashes shooting through you and each kiss making your head spin faster.
you bite your lip, picking up on the earnest tone of his raspy voice. still, it’s so hard to maintain a steady train of thought with him pushing you closer to a breaking point. “yeah? what am i then?”
choso swallows, experimentally dipping a finger just below the waistband of your shorts, far enough to graze against the lace of your underwear. fuck, you’re wearing a matching set, aren’t you? his mind races, desperately searching to connect the dots.
the pet name rolls off his tongue easily. “oh, sweetheart. i’ve seen you in the front row every time the band goes on tour.”
you arch into his touch, pushing impossibly closer. this is highly unprofessional, but you’re the high he’s been chasing for the past few years—always seeing you in this city, pretty as the last time you ‘met’. now, he’s too determined to let you slip through his fingers again, and he unintentionally shows just how much he needs you with each greedy squeeze of your skin.
“give me a kiss,” you slip a finger beneath his chin, lifting his head up from your collarbone. a stifling heat coils in your gut when his eyes meet yours, shining with the insatiable desperation of a man who’s been starving.
“yes ma’am.”
choso’s lips just barely brush against yours before the slam of the opening door startles the two of you out of your skins. in walks the band’s vocalist, blond and radiant as can be—a smile plays on yuki’s lips as she regards her bandmate.
she probably thinks you’re some groupie with the way she arches a brow at you, her face radiant yet unreadable.
“you’re both so serious!” yuki finally laughs, glossed lips parting as she speaks. “relax, i don’t bite.”
this is when she directs her attention to you and winks: “not unless you want me to, cutie.”
choso groans, rolling his eyes as if he’s used to these antics. “okay, yuki. seriously?”
instead, she prattles on, only stepping closer. the gap between the two of you grows smaller and smaller until she’s right beside choso, effectively having cornered you against the wall.
“you treatin’ our girl the way she deserves, choso?”
“what kind of question is—”
“hey, babe,” yuki’s up in your face and you swallow nervously, feeling your body tingle just from her voice and the proximity. “looks like you enjoyed the show out there, hm?”
“o-of course, i thought you guys were amazing! your vocals are heavenly, and i was hoping i’d maybe get an autograph.” in her presence, it’s impossible to not be at least a little starstruck.
golden blond bangs bounce as she leans in, close enough to kiss or tell a secret. “any objections to a private show, just the three of us? choso’s real good with his fingers.”
“y-yuki!” he sputters, flushing scarlet down to his neck as he tries to rectify her flirtatiousness, “she’s just, uh, saying that because of the guitar.”
before you can speak, yuki chuckles, seemingly proud of herself. she’s effortlessly flawless and totally comfortable around you, carrying herself confidently in a way that is most magnetic. oh, and she definitely knows the effect it has on you—her eyes crinkle in the corners as she looks over your face.
all too soon, you find yourself leaning in, gravitating toward the two of them without a second thought or single doubt.
“there she is,” yuki coos, messing with the laminated pass hanging around your neck. “oh, and you’ll get your autographs. just gotta put on a show for us too, babe.”
“i’d give it to you without the show,” he breathes, cheeks flushed the prettiest shade of pink. “wherever you want it.”
inspired by this tiktok !
pornstar!satoru and pornstar!suguru managing to talk you into letting them both fuck you at the same time on film—a double penetration scene.
apparently, after a few... lewd images of the three of you together were leaked by a blue-eyed attention whore who swears he didn't mean to edit, upload and caption them before posting them on his main twitter, your combined audiences have started begging for video content of the three of you. and what better than a filthy threesome to spark the flame of your three-way-affairs?
it's how you end up riding suguru, feeling his cock so deep inside of you that you swear he's in your stomach. your hands find purchase on his muscled pecs as you ride him to the brink of orgasm; sweat coats your skin, his too, and as it is with suguru, your moans aren't played up for the sake of porn: they're raw and real and so loud as he encourages your sounds with a finger circling over your clit.
those at home watching the pair of you, only one hand free as they stroke or finger or rub themselves in time with each thrust of Suguru's hips up into you, are all met with the sight of satoru walking into frame. cock hard and big and at attention as he climbs onto the bed behind you and takes a few moments to kiss at your neck, reach around and play with your bouncing tits.
how he teases you with his words, whispers them into you ear with full knowledge that the cameras microphone wont pick up on his words. there's no production crew this time around, no directors forcing a position or calling for breaks and ruining the building tension in your already coiled stomach.
"gonna fuck this pretty ass so deep, see if i can feel sugu through you hm? you want that?"
and his word already have you on edge, all you think you can manage is a moan of approval and the slightest nod of your head, but satoru grabs your chin and guides your gaze to the camera. "say you want it, say you want me."
"i—fuck—i want you, toru. want you to fuck my ass while i ride suguru."
the domesticity, the sweet nicknames you wouldn't have said on film if you were half as aware of the world around you—it's a lot for poor satoru to handle, what with how hard his cock is, how it's already leaking so much precum onto the sheets beneath you. he can barely still your hips for long enough to work himself into your ass, and the stretch of him is enough to push you forward and on top of suguru.
you're given a moment to adjust, a full minute of stillness to catch your breath and acclimate to the overwhelming fullness you feel—the weird way you feel whole, and the inevitable loss you'll feel once this is over. the moment is also given to stop the poor boys from cumming all too quickly. suguru can feel satoru pulsing inside of you, and satoru swears he can feel suguru's cock twitch. you squeeze around the both of them, test their resolve with a simple roll of the hips, and then choke on your spit when they both start thrusting in tandem with each other. hard and fast and mean and all at once.
it's blinding, the pleasure you feel all of a sudden.
suguru is strong and domineering with his hands on your hips and his cock nestled deep in your pussy—he thrusts his hips up, matches satoru's unkind pace in such a way you're sure you'll be unable to walk the next way. gorgeous praise slips from his lips as you hold eye contact with him—you're surely a mess, fucked stupid by two men at once.
satoru is eager and manic in the way he takes your ass. his hands perched on suguru's thighs as he ruts into you over and over in chase of a climax he knows is going to be unearthly. he'd praise you if he could, but all that spills from his mouth are incoherent babbles of pleasure that would make anyone listening think that he's the one being impaled on his almost too-large cock.
they work so well together—your pleasure seems to be the one thing they consistently agree on. you don't even have the mind to worry about the video length with how fast you're reaching orgasm, dragging the boys with you as you shake between them, wracked with pleasure so overwhelming you're nearly in tears.
it's a clip that gets shared on every porn site and blog known to man. of you, a fucked out mess between two lust-struck men each cumming inside of you at the exact same time your own orgasm crests.
the clenching of suguru's stomach as he bucks up into you, natural instincts rolling his cock as deep as possible as he empties his balls inside of you.
the way satoru tilits his head back, jaw tight and hair a mess as he forgets how to breathe when he paints the inside of your ass with his cum.
and you, impaled on both cocks at the same time, overstimulated and shaking with the remnants of the strongest orgasm you've had in a long time, and still rolling your hips in hopes of more. another round or three, as long as you stay this full.
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