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plug!sukuna who snuck into your room, watching you stream, only for you to notice him when your comments started blowing up, asking who the guy behind you was, if he was your boyfriend, and why you’d been hiding such a deliciously-looking man from your viewers!

plug!sukuna who chuckled when you greeted him, before saying he could sit on your bed and watch if he wanted, but he’d have to be quiet, and not distract you from your game. of course, he scoffed, brushing you off, before he jumped up on your pink frilly bed, sitting beneath your neon pink glow lights, watching your stream as you played your game and chatted with all of your fans.

plug!sukuna who watched you play stardew valley, and of course, had a comment to make every five to thirty seconds about the gameplay, how stupid it was, and how easy it looked… while also having five million questions to ask you about the game while you streamed. what’s pelican town? what’s a prismatic shard? why did shane sound like such a tool?

plug!sukuna who definitely did not (totally did) feel some type of way when you started batting your eyelashes and giggling as you interacted with your in-game spouse. what was so great about having a virtual lover anyway?

plug!sukuna who grunted, denying the first two times when you asked him if he wanted to try and defeat the skull cavern for himself, before he finally relented, grumbling about how he would give into playing the girly game and how it couldn’t be that hard.

plug!sukuna who had you sit on his lap, not wanting you to go far and miss seeing his prowess, before he died less than ten seconds in on the first level.

plug!sukuna who died less than a minute in on the first skull cavern episode for thirty minutes, until your livestream was almost over, before raging on the game and storming out of your room.

plug!sukuna who left your apartment a few hours after your live stream, since you both had class tomorrow, and totally didn’t (did) buy the game and google how to get to the skull cavern… and how to beat it (but still didn’t manage to). totally wasn’t (was) itching to impress you with his ability to play your game. 

plug!sukuna who was not expecting you to find him at his ‘spot’ a few days later, where he picked up and dealt to clients, and tell him that your fans kept asking about him, and suggested he should come over and be on your stream again for the heck of it.

plug!sukuna who ended up finally beating level one (and then immediately dying on level two) on your livestream that very night, while you cheered and danced for him from behind for all your fans to see.

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written by blitziwitchwrites. please do not copy, translate, or repost any of my works. thank you for all of the support! my main masterlist!

“fuck-” and then there was your husband’s best friend, criminal defense attorney hiromi higurama, his white dress shirt unbuttoned, hanging off his body, his belt long gone and his pants unbuttoned, his thick and heavy cock disappearing into the tight hole of your pussy, throbbing as it bullies its way inside, making you cry out, tears dripping out of the corner of your eyes.

“kennnnyyyyyy! hiiiiirrooo!” you whine out, your voice slurred, your lips swollen as you squirm on the bed a bit. your wrists, bound together and behind your back, pressed against the mattress and secured together with none other than hiromi’s own belt, twist as you squirm. your knees tremble, your thighs clenching as hiromi slides his hands down, spreading your legs wider, inching and pushing deeper into you as you whimper and whine, your thighs tensing harder beneath his hands as your breath hitches. “too much! too much!”

“jesus, ken-” hiromi pants, his voice strained, his body glistening with sweat. he’d been at this for over an hour now, with his best friend’s wife on her knees in front of him, sucking down hiromi’s cock and emptying his balls while flickering her gaze back and forth between your loving husband and the man who was fucking your throat raw before painting your face with his buckets and buckets of cum. “i swear, every time i fuck her, she only gets tighter.”

“that’s my girl,” kento hums softly, brushing some more of your hair out of your face. “you squeezing mr. higurama nice and tight, love?” he asks you, stroking your cheek with his thumb, chuckling as you weakly nod your head, your eyes rolling into the back of your head and your jaw falling open as hiromi bottoms out inside of you, his curved cock pressing against your g-spot, rubbing and nudging it just enough to cause a soft squeak to leave your lips, and your hips to buck up off the bed. “of course you are.” kento chuckles softly, running his thumb along your bottom lip, gently pulling it out as hiromi pulls his hips back, onto to snap them right back flush against the back of your thighs again as he fills you up once more while his seed and your drool sticks to kento’s fingers.

slowly, as kento raises his hand, slowly licking his thumb clean, he tilts your head up, passing the rope to the tie around your neck to hiromi, who takes the tie and tugs on it gently, causing the tie to wrap tighter around your throat and bring your head up, forcing you to look at him again as your breath wavers. “there she is.” hiromi chuckles, pressing a hand down against your tummy as he slowly thrusts in and out of you, every vein and throb of his cock filling you and flooding your senses as you look at the man, while your husband slides his hand up the back of your hair, gripping it, helping hold your head up so hiromi can loosen the tie just enough to keep pressure off of your windpipe. “fuck.” hiromi moans again, feeling the needy, filthy, wet throb of your cunt as your toes curl inwards, your chest huffing as cock presses against your g-spot once more.

this was how it’d happened before, and how it would happen again. some dinner, some wine, and then a trip back to your shared home with kento to indulge in a special kind of desert: your cunt being stuffed full with hiromi’s cock while your husband watches, biting his lip and assisting as his best friend defiles his pretty little wife, who gets treated like nothing but the pretty little slut she really is.

as hiromi grips his tie, wrapped around your neck, with one hand, his second hand slides up your body, gripping at your breast, pinching at your nipple and tweaking it, causing your body to jerk as you cry out. “fuck, you’re so pretty when you cry.” you can hear your husband coo behind you, before he leans forward, gently licking some of your little salty tears off your reddened cheeks as you squirm from the contact, while hiromi begins to speed his pace, pushing himself deeper and faster into you. your cunt squeezes, throbbing and aching as you cry while your husband licks your tears from your face and tugs your hair, hiromi tugging the other way and pinching and tweaking your nipples, fondling your breasts as he fucks his cock faster into you, the two men overloading your senses.

“too much! too much!” you cry, trembling, gasping and shaking. “please, please!” you beg, though you aren’t sure for what. certainly not for them to stop, however. the overstimulation feels too good, your clit throbbing as hiromi releases your breasts, only for kento to place his free hand on them, tweaking and groping your breasts, massaging the tissue as he kisses your neck, squeezing his fist in your hair to tug it harder.

“that’s it, good girl,” hiromi chuckles down to you, his hand sliding down to where your bodies meet. he twists his wrist, his hand laying flat on your tummy, where he can feel the slight bulge in your belly as his cock thrusts in and out of you, rearranging your guts. his thumb presses on your clit, before he starts rubbing it in fast, small circles, causing another needy and desperate wail to erupt from your throat, making your eyes water. “you gonna cum on your husband’s best friend’s cock, you filthy little slut? hm? i always wondered if you were just a dirty little pervert… i guess i got my answer, didn’t i, sweetpea?” hiromi mockingly chuckles down at you.

your head spins, the oxygen deprivation causing your brain to grow foggy, your head and body feeling lighter as the knot in your stomach winds and winds, tighter and tighter, your moans filling the room as your thighs and ass turn red from hiromi’s nasty thrusts, growing sloppier as he cock buries deeper and deeper inside of you, throbbing and pushing and pulsing. you teeter the edge, your eyes rolling back, your hips rising and bucking off the bed desperately. your toes curl in on themselves, pleasure blinding you so violently that your vision begins to double and your toes begin to curl in on themselves, until suddenly, your husband bites your neck, the sudden and sharp sting of pleasurable pain washing over you as you hit your orgasm, squirting and spraying across the bed, your cunt clenching and squeezing hiromi as he loudly groans, slamming deeper into you as you cum, allowing you to ride out your high, before he pulls out, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he cums, his seed flying in strings up your body, covering your chest, some strings of cum even landing on your neck and lower chin from how violently hiromi orgasms.

as hiromi loosens his grip on the tie, removing his thumb from your clit and slumping forward more, having to slam his hand into the bed to keep himself from crushing you, kento chuckles to himself, massaging your scalp and looking at the mess his closest friend left of your body, your face, and especially your mind.

let’s just say, kento really likes sharing his precious toy.

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you considered selling it at first. but the greedy hands of your family shunned you for not giving it away to another family member instead, rather deciding to sell your beloved grandmother’s property and belongings instead of passing it along. you’d been living with your family, over a year out of receiving your bachelor’s degree at the local university you attended, and the money was good. even corporations were asking for your grandmother’s property, and offering you good sums of money for it, which would help pay off your debt and leave you a nice sum of cash to sit on so you could move out and start your own life. that was what your grandmother would’ve wanted, wasn’t it? you two had always been close. she had never quite liked her children, as they were all spoiled and only came around or called when they needed money or a babysitter for their children. but you would visit her every weekend, or the two of you would meet in the town for coffee or lunch or, sometimes, even to go watch a film or go to a bar, once you were older. you never knew granny had moves until your twenty first birthday when the woman was busting it down on top of a table and all of your friends officially decided that you had the coolest grandmother of all time.

you almost sold it. the tension of your family was thick, everyone trying to ruin your deals or sweep the keys, some even attempting to contest the will, though it was late for them to be able to do so. but when your buyer fell through, your mother sabotaging a phone call and telling the buyer you were no longer interested, and finding another piece of land elsewhere, you decided that maybe a move away from your family was just what you needed. maybe your grandmother didn’t believe you’d find your happiness among your family that only looked out for themselves and never anyone else, living in the city and non-stop working a 9-5 corporate job until you made it to your grave. maybe she had other intentions for you to achieve true happiness. so, you gathered your things, your essentials and your important documents, packed your car, and you were gone, off to the cottage in the woods where it was a hike for anyone to visit you, and if you did not want to, you never had to answer the phone. no neighbors, no traffic, just you alone with a fireplace, a small television, your own bed, the trees, and the moon and stars hung in the sky. you applied for a remote job, making decent money to pay the bills and support yourself, and you made a weekly trip off to the town to visit friends and get done your errands so you could go home and just ease yourself into the quiet.

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for the first few weeks, you believed you lived alone in the forest. sure, sometimes there was the soft sound of chirping echoing from the trees, the consistent sound of frogs and crickets echoing through the warm spring and summer nights, or the occasional doe galloping past your driveway and off into the woods, but apart from that, not much else seemed in your vicinity. 

or, well, you thought that way, until you saw it for the first time. the big bad wolf.

your grandmother always warned you about him. she’d told stories of how he would eat human beings, like your great uncle yaga (though, you were pretty sure the man just took off and abandoned the family like you had and your grandmother was just protecting him), or how he would stalk her window at night and chase off mailmen, even the gentler paper boys like choso kamo and the quiet toge inumaki, and the woodland huntsman, toji fushiguro, though you could’ve sworn you’d seen toji in the woods only a few weeks after moving in. but you always thought those were just fairytales. silly little stories your grandmother warned you about so you would make the (reasonable) decision to stay away from the wolves in the forest.

but then you saw him. you’d been asleep, tossing and turning in your bed, when you’d peered out your open window, only to catch his eyes. dark, red, and violent, standing out amongst the forest in your view, the large black wolf sitting and staring at you. his face taut, as if he was scowling at you from the distance. you watched the wolf through your window, and the wolf watched you, until eventually, sleep overtook your fear and you fell into a deep slumber in your bed, only to awaken and the wolf be gone, not a trace of him left.

you’d thought it’d just been a dream. until you saw him again the next night, again, paralyzed into your bed until you could not possibly stay awake anymore. you had this same occurrence every night for a week- you, tucking yourself into your bed at dark, only to make eye contact with the wolf, the two of you staring into each other until you passed out, and for him to be gone in the morning.

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after a week, you questioned yourself on why he came back to your home every night? did he intend to eat you? was he salivating over his meal, waiting for the perfect moment to strike? did he just enjoy watching you sleep? or was he hungry, smelling the food wafting from your house every night when you cooked dinner just before bed? so, you decided to test your theory.

you waited until dark, until you saw the wolf’s eyes. after meeting his gaze, you slipped from your bed. you wrapped your soft, fluffy and red robe around yourself, keeping your body covered in your night gown, before you went into your kitchen, pulling out the plate from your microwave, before you crept to the back door, watching. slowly, you opened your back door, plate in hand as you stood before your bedroom window, looking into the night.

disappointed, your shoulders sagged, catching no sight of his eyes. at first, you believed that he feared you, until you heard a low growl erupt from the forest. and then, his eyes opened, and met yours. he stayed still. you did as well. until, finally, the wolf took a step forward. you took one as well, slow, holding the plate out for the wolf. the wolf growled as you set the plate on the ground, his large red eyes staring into yours, and you held still for a moment. then, you gently pushed the plate towards him, careful not to spill it. “for you.”

the wolf slowly moved forward. he sniffed the air, his eyes flickering back and forth from the plate, to you, back to the plate. slowly, you stood, closer to the wolf than you ever had been before, only a few feet apart, the plate sitting in between you. the wolf was much larger than you thought he would be. over 7 feet tall on all fours, much taller than you were, with bushy and unkept black fur, stuck with mud, twigs, and what you could only assume by the smell and sheen was blood. slowly, you looked up to the wolf again, looking into his eyes as he stared into yours, your breath hitching. “my, what beautiful eyes you have…”

slowly, you extended your hand up. you laid it flat, for the wolf to smell your hand. his eyes remained glued to yours, as he lowered his snout, taking in a whiff of your hand, before he raised his snout, no longer growling. you turned your hand, reaching to touch his snout, when the wolf growled at you, suddenly snapping his teeth at you, just barely catching your wrist. his teeth scratched at your wrist, drawing blood, making you draw your hand back. the wolf backed up suddenly, retreating into the woods. you frowned, before you backed up, heading back into your home to care for your wound, leaving the plate outside on the ground. 

when you curled back into bed that night, your eyes once again met with the wolf’s, the plate on the ground empty and licked clean. once again, you two exchanged stares, before you fell asleep, and the wolf was once again gone by sunrise.

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two weeks had passed. every night, you fed the wolf. sometimes, he would let you watch him eat for a few moments. other times, you would go back inside before he ate and you would watch him from your windows. but, regardless, this would happen every night.

until one night, the wolf did not come. and then he did not come the next night. nor did he come the third. and, unfortunately, you’d feared the worst. despite the fact you had a sinking feeling in your gut that your furry friend (if you could call him that), would never come back, you always left a plate back for him. even if, when you awoke in the morning, the food was still sitting on the dish, being picked apart by the blue jays.

on the fourth night, you contemplated on if you would set out a dish or not. yet, you did. a warm plate of roast beef and broth for the wolf laid on the ground, and this night, you watched it, waiting to see if the wolf would appear again. when you began dozing off, sitting by your windowsill, your dinner cold and untouched, you began to feel as though hope was lost. you stood, preparing to turn in for the night, when you heard the crunching of twigs and leaves outside your bedroom window. you turned, and in the dark, you saw the familiar pair of red eyes. the wolf limped out from the forest, standing in front of the plate you’d prepared him, staring into your eyes.

but he did not touch the food.

you stared at the wolf, watching for twenty minutes, waiting for him to eat. you even attempted to eat some of your own dinner, despite the fact it’d gone cold, to show him it was okay. when that didn’t work, you took your dinner to the kitchen, reheating it in the microwave, before you stepped outside once more. you approached the wolf, gently picking up his plate, swapping his cold meal with your warm meal. as you turned to go back inside, the wolf growled, causing you to pause. you turned, staring at the wolf, before you watched him shift, laying down on all fours. his ears, begrudging, folded down, the scowl still etched on his face. carefully, you approached the wolf. you set the plate down on the grass, before you stood, taking step by step towards the wolf, until you were standing directly beside him. 

tentatively, the wolf opened his mouth. his tongue rolled out, and he panted softly, before he tilted his head to the side. your eyes widened at the sight of his long, razor-sharp teeth, and you slowly backed up, causing the wolf to close its mouth and snarl at you. his paw moved, tugging you closer to him, nearly causing you to scream from the startle it gave you. when the wolf opened its mouth again, slowly, you leaned down, looking into his mouth. “my, what sharp teeth you have…”

and then you saw it. wedged, into the back of the wolf’s mouth, was a prickly sweetgum tree pod, directly by his gums and his back teeth. your face softened, and you looked to the wolf, whispering softly. “does it hurt?” 

the wolf didn’t reply, only opening his mouth wider. Slowly, you lifted your hand. you softly brushed you teeth against the wolf’s jaw, asking for permission. the wolf flinched, backing away for a moment, before it opened its mouth again. taking that as permission, you moved your hand deeper into the wolf’s open maw, until you snatched the pot, tugging on it, ripping its spikes from the wolf’s gums. you then yanked your hand from the wolf’s mouth, your eyes wide as the wolf suddenly snapped its jaw shut, licking at the wound in his mouth, before he loudly howled. you looked down at the ball, tossing it into the garbage can beside your house, before you looked to the wolf. “better now?”

the wolf quit his howling, looking to you. you froze, the wolf leaning closer, until you suddenly scrunched up as the wolf opened his mouth, extending his tongue, leaving a big, wet, slobbery, rough lick to the side of your face with its tongue. the wolf then pulled away, before he eagerly returned to his food, eating as if he’d been starved for months.

needless to say, you left both plates outside, before making him a third before following your usual routine, falling asleep staring into the wolf’s eyes.

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for the past week, you’d been feeding the wolf two meals at night now. you didn’t mind it. you had the money… but you hadn’t quite prepared to make enough food for the two of you. so, naturally, your shopping trip had to come a little earlier than you’d expected. the snow outside was heavy and thick, and after a day of shopping, you were finally arriving home in your old truck, driving through the dark and the snow, your groceries in tow.

things had been looking fine, until your car began to sputter. you looked down at the truck, before your eyes widened, your gas meter on ‘E’, your car coming to a slow stop. panic flooded over you, your throat becoming tight with fear and stress, which was natural considering you were stuck in the woods with a gasless car and no way home in the middle of a nightly blizzard. 

you couldn’t have been far from home, you assured yourself. nobody would be out in the woods for days to find you if you froze to death in your car. so, you grabbed your bright red coat from the passenger’s seat, took your keys and your wallet, and you left your car, foolishly believing you could make the trek home and come back in the morning for your truck and groceries when the blizzard cleared.

by the time fifteen minutes of walking had passed, your hands were blue beneath your gloves. your jacket was saturated in ice water from the snow melting against the coat and your confined body heat, onto the refreeze from the wind and the slow. you did not even know where your hood was anymore, as you’d kept bringing it up to your face to shield yourself from the snow. and, to top it all off, you were lost in the dead of the woods, having messed up and slipped off the snowy road during your walk. 

why didn’t i just stay in my car? you continued to ask yourself internally, your fists clenched tight with your boiling rage at yourself, mixed with determination to keep walking in the snow and not fall down. until a frozen branch broke beneath your feet, tripping you, causing you to fall into the snow, rolling downhill, repeatedly hit with rocks and branches and twigs, until you fell to the bottom of the hill, in the freezing ice water of the crick at the bottom of the hill. you were done for. your clothes tone, your head swollen, your ankles and sides in searing pain, your hands numb and your lip and cheek bleeding, you were done for and you knew it. you shivered in the freezing water, your body beginning to numb, your eyes growing heavier. was this what it felt like to die? maybe death was not so bad after all.

your body began to ease, still shivering in the cold, your teeth chattering, but less violently than before. everything began to blurr, until you felt a harsh hand grab you by the back of your jacket, yanking you from the water. you whimpered, shivering, your eyes barely able to open from their heaviness, yet you attempted to take a look at whoever had rescued you while they held you on your back, cradling you to their large, muscular chest, their body even warmer than your fireplace at home.

“tch. stupid girl.” the man grumbled, clutching you harder, your body pressed flush against his warm skin. “shouldn’t have left in this storm. nearly froze to death.”

your eyes opened a bit more, peaking up at the mysterious man, larger than any man you’d met before. his body was slathered in tattoos, black lines even prominent on his sharp and chiseled face. his hair was salmon pink, fluffy but damp from the snow. you only barely registered the man’s naked state, despite the pounding snow, when you pressed your face more against his skin, allowing him to heat you. the man looked down at you, and weakly, you looked up at him, your sluggish and tired eyes staring into the man’s eerily familiar red eyes, before your eyes immediately shut, your body giving in while in the man’s arms.

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a few hours later, you awoke. your jacket and wet clothes were draped over a log, off to the side, but no snow fell over you. drowsily, you took in your surroundings, noticing the dry dirt and the stone walls of the cave you had found yourself in. however, that wasn’t what immediately stole your attention. it wasn’t even the crackling fire in front of you, lighting up the cave and your face. 

no, it was the big bad wolf, curled up around you, your half-naked body curled up with his own fur, his ears perking up and his eyes flickering up to you when the wolf saw you awaken.

with a soft yawn, your heart pounded, your memories of the man who saved you all temporarily gone, now focused on the big bad wolf who was keeping you rested in front of a fireplace, warm and toasty, his soft and warm fur wrapped around you.

slowly, you laid back down, nuzzling your face into the wolf’s neck, too tired and delirious to feel anything but peace and sleepiness at the moment. lazily, you extended a hand up, gently petting behind the wolf’s ear. a soft giggle escaped your lips, before you smiled gently, nuzzling into the wolf’s fur again and shut your eyes. “my, what fluffy fur you have.” you mumbled, before you slipped back into your slumber, once again easing into the wolf’s body.

the wolf held still, and once he was sure you’d fallen back asleep, he let out a low huff, his eyes slowly closing and his body easing, his internal thoughts echoing in his mind before he fell back asleep with you, all the better to keep you warm with, my dear.

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it had been three days since you got lost in the woods and ran into that mysterious pink-haired man with the wolf’s red eyes. part of you wondered if the whole incident had been a dream, as when you woke up for the second time, you were tucked into the comfort of your bed, and your truck was sitting in your driveway, gas can sitting beside your filled-up tank, and your groceries were all neatly packed away in your refrigerator and your cupboards. 

maybe you were just going crazy.

but, just in case the wolf had actually found a way to help you, you still gave him double meals. warm and fresh, just before dark. however, now, the wolf would allow you to sit beside him and eat as well. he would allow you to lean your body against his fur, and sometimes, you would even doze off on his fur, until you’d awaken in the middle of the night, scratch behind his ears, and then head into your home to sleep. 

however, on the third night after the snow incident, the wolf did not arrive at your home when he usually did. you waited, sitting by the back of your house, beneath your window. you waited well after dark, his plate sitting in front of you, your half-eaten plate in your lap. when the moon reached at its peak in the sky, you rose from your spot on the ground, heading inside, only to be halfway through your door when the ringing sound of three consecutive gunshots suddenly erupted in your ear, following the sound of a loud howling.

no. had the huntsman found your wolf?

you didn’t take time to think. you set your plate on the counter, slipped on your black boots, barely tying them, and grabbed your red cloak, throwing your hood over your head. once you got a basket, filling it with meat and medical supplies, you bolted out the front door, running as fast as your feet could take you.

as you ran through the forest, boots united and basket scratching against your arm and your red cloak, the repetitive sound of gunshots echoed throughout the night, followed by howls. you only ran closer to the sound, a young and small girl with what most would consider a ‘death wish’, but what she considered to be a protective instinct. you cleared over tree trunks, bolting through the woods, determined to reach the sound as the full moon hung high in the sky, until you stumbled, bumping into none other than the huntsman, toji fushiguro himself.

quickly, you stumbled to the ground, falling at toji’s feet. He swiftly aimed his rifle at you, ready to shoot, when his eyes widened and he stopped, lowering his gun, grabbing your elbow and yanking you to your feet. “what are you doing out here this late at night, doll? there is a wolf in these woods and he’ll kill ya! go back home now and don’t come out again until sunrise.” he quickly said, huffing gruffly, before he pushed you off, ushering you to get back home. 

you were not going to give up that easy, however. as soon as toji let go of you, and turned to return to his hunt, you grabbed his elbow, digging your heels in the ground in an attempt to stop him or slow him down, “did you catch it yet?! the wolf?” 

“no. fucker keeps slipping away from me. that’s why you need to get out of here, little red.” toji hollered at you this time, swatting you off. “you’ll get killed by that thing if you don’t go home immediately!”

“please don’t kill it!” you cried. “it’s harmless!”

“the hell it is.” toji shoved you off again, but before completely letting you go, he grabbed your wrist, tugging it closer. “that thing killed megumi’s mother! chased yuki through the woods and into the bears’ cabin where she got eaten! followed utahime until she found shelter and ended up becoming a slave to those seven little miners, even ate one of them! and even tried to fucking eat megumi, yuji, and nobara and destroyed megumi and yuji’s homes! it’s a menace to our world and you think it’s harmless?!”

your breath hitched, the words spilling out, sputtered and stuttered, “no, toji, i feel terrible all of that happened, but he can be harmless! you have to believe me! he saved my life! i can take care of him, don’t kill him!” you cried out, before you reached forward, grabbing ahold of toji’s gun, trying to tug it away from him and pry it out of your arms.

“LET GO!” toji hollered, swinging the gun, trying to wrestle it from your grip, but you held on tight, even as toji raised the gun high enough to sweep your feet off the ground, your feet swinging and dangling as you gripped the gun, biting toji’s hand suddenly in an attempt to get him to release the gun. as your teeth sunk into his knuckles, toji shouted loud enough to startle away the birds within a ten mile radius, before he pried his hand off the gun and out of your mouth, backhanding you hard enough to knock you to the ground, your back hitting the dirt, releasing the gun from your grip.

you attempted to sit up, before you stilled, toji aiming his rifle down at your head, the cold, metal tip resting right between your eyes. you froze, your gaze tilting up at toji, the head of his rifle following your head as it moved.

“the fuck do you mean it saved you? you’ve had contact with that thing? allied with it? you are no better than that disgusting wolf is!” toji shouted, pushing the gun harder into your head. “i should execute you right here and now for associating with such filth.”

tears pricked your eyes as you looked up at toji. your throat clenched, your chest squeezing. your fists scrunched up in the dirt, your spine aching, tears beginning to trickle down your heated cheeks, stinging your skin, sliding over the dark bruise toji had left on your cheek.

that wolf had done more for you than any human being had ever done for you before. and maybe (definitely), it was foolish, but that meant more to you than anything else. you did not want to live without his companionship. it was the only genuine trust and care you’d ever known.

and so, weakly, you whispered, “then do it.”

everything after you uttered those words moved so quickly, you barely knew what had happened until it was over. the second before toji’s hand pulled the trigger, a flash of black took over your view of him, the gun going off and the bullet flying into the trees. you panted, your chest tight and heavy as you were still registering the fact that you weren’t dead. you barely had time to look at the wolf before he mauled toji, shredding him apart and eating him until the shouts and screams stopped.

when you finally looked at the wolf, your breath stilled. you stared at him, your heart freezing in your chest, your eyes wide, but not as wide as they grew when the wolf began to slow, transforming from the large, massive black beast you’d always seen, into the man… the pink-haired man you thought you’d dreamed about.

“you…you’re human.” you breathlessly whispered, looking up at the man.

the man chuckled, “close, little red.” he murmured, before he bent down, gently helping you off the ground, holding you in his arms. “i’m half human.”

you fell silent, your eyes studying the man’s face. he was gorgeous. his piercing red eyes bore into your soul, this thick lashes fluttering, his eyebrows eased as a gentle chuckle rumbled from his chest when he noticed your increasingly observant gaze. his teeth were pearly white, his canines sharp, his lips smooth with no chapping. his jaw was sharp enough to cut diamonds, black lines etched on his face like ancient markings. your thighs clenched in his arms at the sight of him as you shared up at him, wrapping your arms around his neck to secure yourself more to  him, feeling the definition of his chest and his collarbones against your arms and even the tips of your elbows.

you’d never seen a man so dangerously attractive in your entire life. and all you could do was stare as he carried you through the woods, walking you home, effortlessly pushing open your front door with his back, before he carried you through your living room, into the back bedroom where you slept, easily weaving through the furnitures and hallways as if he knew your home like the back of his hand. 

you only seemed to snap back to reality when the man laid you on your bed, before climbing on next to you, looking down at you and gently tucking some of your hair from your face. “sukuna.” he murmured after a moment, cupping your chin, making your gaze shift from his lips to his eyes. “my name is sukuna, little red. now you tell me your name.”

as you softly spoke your name to him, sukuna chuckled. he brushed a strand of hair from your face again, tucking it behind your ear, before he paused when you timidly reached up, grasping his wrist with gentle fingers, before you looked at his fingers, taking in the markings wrapped around his fingers, his knuckles bruised and bloody, his hand three times the size of yours and scarred in death and murder. yet, his hands could be saturated in blood, and you would still find them fascinating.

weakly, you whispered, “my… what big hands you have.”

“all the better to feel you with, little red.” sukuna spoke, his voice low and deep, before he placed his hand on your cheek, turning your head to face you. your lips slightly parted as his thumb tugged on your bottom lip with a gentle twitch, testing the waters of where he could place himself on your body.

“...are you really a murderer, sukuna?” you whispered.

sukuna tugged your lip down the slightest bit more, glancing at your mouth, before his gaze flickered back up into yours. “...yes.” he said after a moment. “that huntsman has only scratched the surface of the things i’ve done.” sukuna admitted, his eyebrows furrowed, his voice low but firm. “does that scare you, little red?”

meekly, almost hesitantly, you shook your head, just barely mustering the volume to bashfully speak out a soft little, “no.”

“good.” sukuna shifted on your bed, his body looming over yours as he looked down at you. he clasped your chin in his hold, tilting your neck upwards, before he leaned down, his large and warm body pressing against yours as you sunk into the soft comforter laying over your bed. “because i have no intention of hurting you.”

you took in a sharp breath as the wolf laid his lips on your neck, gently kissing your soft and sensitive skin, before his mouth opened, his fangs seeping slowly into your skin. you flinched, hissing and whimpering out timidly as sukuna broke skin, your blood slowly trickling down your neck and onto sukuna’s lips. however, as fast as you bled, sukuna tentatively stuck his tongue out, dragging it firm and teasingly over your wound, savoring your taste while soothing the ache.

and when his lips met yours, it was blinding. you could taste the iron on his lips from your blood, feel the sharpness of his fangs against your open tongue, before sukuna tugged your hair, forcing your head back and your neck to be exposed as he leaned forward over you, pushing his tongue into your mouth mid-gasp to swipe it across the roof of your mouth, your inner cheeks, your gums. the kiss was sloppy, hungry, demanding as the wolf devoured you, biting on your swollen lips as your thighs squeezed together, trying to hide the scent of your arousal from sukuna, only for him to shift, prying your legs apart, lifting the skirt of your red dress, pushing your white panties to the side and pushing one of his fingers inside of you, stretching open your untouched pussy as he chuckled, before his eyes widened as your virginal blood began to mix with your arousal, coating his fingers.

“you’re pure.” sukuna mumbled to himself, his eyes full of awe. bashfully, you turn your head, and you nod, only to suddenly gasp as the wolf pushes a second finger inside of you, white blinding your eyes from the big stretch as your back arches, a loud cry leaving your throat as you throw your head back, parting your legs wider. swiftly, sukuna leans down, latching his lips onto your puffy clit, sucking and licking the needy bundle of nerves as he pushes his fingers in harder, faster, curling his claws inside of you, retracting them just enough to not injure you but leaving them long enough for you to feel the sting of his claws rummaging inside of you, searching for that special spongey spot near the back of your heat, a low grumble escaping his lips when he finally finds it. your toes curl, legs trembling at the vibration of his grumble against your clit, your eyes widening as you reach down, tugging at the wolf’s hair, your body aching and throbbing as tears build up in your eyes, soft whispers of begging for “more, more, more” flying out of your lips as the pleasure increases, your clit throbbing, your walls clenching and squeezing around sukuna’s fingers.

your orgasm swoops in fast, your walls pulsing and squeezing as your thighs clench so hard they nearly cramp up, your toes curling so hard inwards that your foot is practically folding in on itself as you feel wave after wave of pleasure crash over you, your fluids gushing from your hole and coating sukuna’s fingers and lips.

and when you came down? he still wasn’t done, pushing a third finger in, sucking and lapping at your pussy as tears streamed down your face, your legs pushing, squeezing his head with your thighs and your heels digging into his back and shoulders as his free hand squeezed your waist, holding you down to the bed as you shook, wailing from the overstimulation while begging for more in the same breath.

you’d lost count of how many of your orgasms it took to finally satisfy the beast before he unlatched himself from your raw and red pussy, your legs twitching and your face stained with tears as he pushed himself up, slowly pulling his fingers out from inside you, a trail of your slick and arousal stringing his fingers to your bright red and strained hole before he broke the strands by bringing his hand to his lips, slowly sticking out his tongue and staring at you as he licked and sucked his sticky fingers clean one at a time.

panting, catching your breath, you tried to sit up, your legs trembling and shaking like jello, before sukuna swiftly grabbed you by your throat, pinning you to the bed, towering over you. “you’re not going anywhere, little red.” he murmured, leaning down to your ear, pressing a soft kiss to the shell of your ear. “you are doing such a good job for me, girl. you don’t want to mess that up now, do you?” he growled in your ear, your breath hitching as you eagerly shook your head no. “i like how you answered me quickly, dear. but maybe i need to do a better job at fucking you dumb. so why don’t you just roll onto your stomach for me and follow my directions, hm?” sukuna chuckled, his hand gently squeezing at your throat, your thighs clenching together with need before you slowly and timidly nodded your head. “good girl. now move.” sukuna urged you sternly, releasing your throat, giving you the freedom to roll over in your bed, laying on your stomach. 

drowsily, you reached forward, grabbing ahold of one of your pillows. you tugged it close, wrapping your arms around it, arching your back, gently burying your face into the fabric of the satin pillow. you eased into the comfort, only to let out a loud wail when the pillow was ripped from your arms, only to be replaced with sukuna’s large bicep, squeezing against your neck, pinning your head against his shoulder as he panted into your ear. a small, suffocated squeak squeezed from your lips as you tilted your head back, looking up at sukuna as the head of his cock rubbed back and forth over your entrance, down to your clit, only to come back and gently push at your entrance again. your eyes widened, your body jolted as his tip pressed against your swollen hole, a whimper escaping your lips as sukuna chuckled down to you, squeezing your head tighter. “cute little girl,” he chuckled, his mouth grazing against your ear, his fangs dragging against the outer shell. “i haven’t even put it in yet and you’re already squeezing so tight. you gotta loosen up a little bit, baby. you’re not the only one feeling this kind of pleasure for the first time.” 

your eyes grew wide at sukuna’s confession, your head tilting back as your eyes softened, only for sukuna to slowly lean down, lessening his chokehold on you, kissing between your eyes. “that’s right, little red. we’re exploring this uncharted territory together. now, take a nice, deep breath for me. you have a big stretch coming your way-” 

as sukuna pushed into you, you did as asked, taking in a deep breath, your nails digging into the flesh of his bicep. your eyes rolled into the back of his head, his thick cock pushing deep into you, snug against your walls before the head of his cock laid flush against your cervix, your hips bucking up as you whimpered. sukuna waited a moment, giving you a chance to adjust to his size, well over ten inches and heavy, hard and throbbing with the kind of girth that had you feeling like you were being split wide open on a pole. you could feel the thick pulsing veins of his cock thumping against your walls, matching in rhythm with the throbs and clenches of your pussy, before slowly, sukuna pulled his hips back, only to thrust forward again, his hips pressing flush against the flesh of your curved ass, your body pressing harder against your wet, mangled bed.

sukuna started slow, dragging himself out of you until only the tip remained throbbing in your entrance, before he would push himself in, angling his hips different each time as he kept your head locked in his hold. he laid soft kisses on the side of your face, nipping at your cheeks, your ears, your jaw, even your neck as he not only allowed you to grow accustomed to his massive size, but gave himself a moment to adjust to the tightness of your inexperienced body. slowly, sukuna’s free hand trailed between you and the bed, pressing down on your stomach gently as he felt the bulge of your belly shift and move with the size of his cock, before suddenly, he pressed down, causing you to gasp and your eyes to roll back and your vision to turn white when you orgasmed, your arousal coating his cock and spraying around him, leaking from inside you as you squirted from the pressure. your tongue lulled out of your mouth, panting and gasping for air, as sukuna laughed, beginning to snap his hips in and out of you quicker, re-discovering that special spot within your body as he pressed his hand down on your lower stomach, increasing the pressure of the pleasure he was giving you as he began to hump you, no better than a stud in his first rut. your nails gripped his bicep, your breasts squishing between you and the mattress, popping out from your red dress more with each thrust until your breasts were free and pushing against his bicep with each of his thrusts while he rutted deeper and harder into you.

your mind turned blank, your eyes wide and staring up at the wolf as he bit and licked your skin, scattering your upper neck and the side of your jaw in hickeys and bite marks that would last for days as he held you in place in a headlock, humping faster and deeper into you. sukuna couldn’t help but chuckle as your drool spilled down the corners of your mouth, your head pushing back, your pussy squeezing him harder after each orgasm, until you finally felt his cock swelling at the base, beginning to pump and grow inside of you, before his knot finally grew to completion, locking inside you as you hit another orgasm while sukuna spilled inside of you, pumping you full of his thick and white seed as he kissed your ear, whispering promises of puppies and a round swollen belly for you as he continued to breed you, before you finally gave into the exhaustion, passing out in his arms as he gently held and kissed you throughout the night.

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you didn’t rise until late the next morning. it was nearly noon when you woke in your bed, sore and cramped… alone. at first, you’d wondered if you had just slept funny, and imagined the entire encounter, until you arose from your bed, passing a mirror, getting a look at your bruised and bloody neck in the mirror. so you had been fucked by the wolf…

he, just as he always seemed to do, had just disappeared not long after.

or so, you thought. until you heard the rustling of pots and pans in your kitchen, and slowly, you left your bedroom, walking into the kitchen, where a sloppy plate of eggs and toast sat at your spot at the dining room table, the naked man standing behind your chair with a sly grin on his face, leaning on it, his chin rested in his elbow as he slowly looked you up and down, taking in his work from the night before. you looked down to the plate, and then up to sukuna, who stood a little straighter, his cocky grin only growing more.

“my, what a nice meal you made.” you smiled gently, walking to the plate, before sitting down in the chair sukuna pulled out for you, looking at the plate.

slowly, sukuna leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head before he pulled away, a sly, but slightly affectionate, snicker escaping his lips. “all the better to feed you this time with, my dear.”

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ex-boyfriend!suguru who lied to you. those weren’t his reasons for breaking up, but if you knew the truth, he knew you would try to reassure and convince him otherwise. but he was not good enough for you. you were going to an ivy league school, to focus on making the most of your future, and he was only going to the local university. ex-boyfriend!suguru who was terrified that you were going to meet someone more deserving of you than he was, and decided to leave you before you left him.

ex-boyfriend!suguru who sent you on such a downward spiral, having a nervous breakdown and crying your eyes out and refusing to leave your bed for two weeks straight. until your best friend, shoko zenin, decided she’d had enough of you moping around. suguru was a dick, you deserved better, and shoko would not let you sit and cry over a loser who never deserved you anyway.

ex-boyfriend!suguru who saw you on a beach in bora bora with shoko, sipping on margaritas and posting your bikini shots in the sand, and had to block you because he had to stop moping over the girl he’d been in love with you. he couldn’t watch you partying in city after city, sometimes with your friends and sometimes on your own, living up your life before school.

ex-boyfriend!suguru who was completely baffled when freshman orientation rolled around and you were at his school, having decided to switch schools last minute and ditch your previous commitment to your big school, wanting to be around friends and family and prioritizing them.

ex-boyfriend!suguru who was heartbroken when you didn’t even so much as look his way. you looked healthy, happy, tan, and bright-eyed. your makeup was done, your clothes and hair nicer than he’d ever seen, and you’d ditched your glasses for contacts and gained a new sense of confidence that he’d never seen on you before. you’d changed, and suguru felt his chest burning at the sight of it.

ex-boyfriend!suguru who saw you two days at his first frat party, hosted by his best friend, satoru gojo, and itched to pry the man you were making out off of you the moment he laid his eyes on the two of you. you hadn’t even seemed to notice him, never once gave him a glance, even though you shared five classes together. he hadn’t seen your eyes lingering once, and he was both terrified and confused- were you purposely not looking at him? or did you actually not notice his presence anymore?

ex-boyfriend!suguru who finally snapped, marching over to you and the guy you were making out with, none other than campus fuckboy hajime kashimo, when he began to grind on you and drag you to the bathroom. ex-boyfriend!suguru who pried hajime’s hand off of you, telling him to leave you alone, before pushing him away from the two of you.

ex-boyfriend!suguru who never thought he could feel more heartbroken, only to experience devastation when you told him that you could make out or fuck whoever you wanted, that you were no longer his, and it was his fault. it’d been his idea anyway- to try out new people. suguru didn’t think he’d have to see it with his own eyes anyway.

ex-boyfriend!suguru who watched you leave with hajime, and ended up leaving the party early as well. ex-boyfriend!suguru who couldn’t get the image of you and hajime tangled in your sheets, his heart heavy and hurting at the knowledge that what he was imagining was a reality.

ex-boyfriend!suguru who knew he would do anything to get you back. anything and everything.

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athlete!toji who was always injuring others, rather than being injured himself, as the greatest football quarterback in the college football league.

athlete!toji who got injured for the first time, receiving a hard hit to the head and a concussion, after he made a run with the ball and got knocked over by his own teammate and ended up getting dogpiled by the other team while he was down.

athlete!toji who grumbled, cursing and angry about not only his concussion, but his teammate messing up toji making the final play, demanding to see the tapes back so he could find the son of a bitch who gave the other team a win, as he was walked down by his coach to the nursing station.

athlete!toji who stopped cussing or saying anything at all when he walked into the nursing station and saw you, a young, bright, enthusiastic nursing student working to get her degree by volunteering her free time at the school. athlete!toji had never seen anybody ever so eager to be working at nearly midnight on a saturday.

athlete!toji who held still during his entire exam, even blushing when you lifted his eyelid a bit to get a good look at his eyes. your hands were so soft, especially in comparison to his calloused and worn hands, and they smelled faintly of vanilla and strawberries.

athlete!toji who had no problem agreeing to weekly visits and checks with you, even if it might clash with his time he got with his son. it would only be for a few weeks, and he was determined to make it work!

athlete!toji who’d never been flustered by a woman before, even the mother of his son who had just been a one night stand that died giving birth to megumi, until he watched you bending over the countertop of the nurse’s desk, writing down the nurse’s station number, his future check-ins, and a list of things to do to ease his concussion, giving him a straight few of your cleavage gently pouring out from your nurse’s uniform.

athlete!toji who asked for your phone number, only for you to giggle and tell him, “i did even better and gave you the nurse station’s number, so one of my co-workers can help you if i’m not at the station!”, making him facepalm as he left the nurse’s station, making his headache worsen. he hadn’t even corrected you, his hands trembling as he took the paper from you, never having been this off his game before.

athlete!toji who decided that… maybe he wouldn’t beat the hell out of his teammate that pushed him. he would let it slide this time. because their team may have faced a loss, but toji knew he received a personal win from it.

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so, it was evident what you all needed after such a long thing. it took maybe five minutes before sukuna’s desk was cleared, satoru laid back on it, stripped bare with nothing but his blindfold wrapped taught around his throat, gripped tightly in your hand. sukuna stood on one end of the desk, satoru’s ankles draped over sukuna’s shoulders, pushing himself into satoru after using nothing but his spit and fingers to prep the white-haired man, while you knelt next to satoru on the desk, leaning over him, your hand wrapped tight around satoru’s cock as you squeezed the blindfold around his neck, his blue eyes dripping onto his pale cheeks.

 one thing about sukuna? sukuna was big. inhumanely so, with over eleven inches of thick, heavy meat between his legs, throbbing and pulsing as he pushed into satoru’s tight hole. satoru’s toes curled, his eyes watering as he let out a scream from the sting of sukuna’s stretch- the two didn’t do this often, never outside of your request- but they’d done this enough that satoru’s face turned red with embarrassment at how he still hadn’t managed to get used to the feeling of sukuna pulsing inside of him. tears dripped down satoru’s cheeks, his cock twitching in your hand, growing harder and thicker and engorging in your grasp. his bright pink tip weeped pre-cum nearly as quickly as his eyes did tears. you squeezed your hand, some of his pre-cum flooding out as he hissed, gently dripping down his cock and onto your knuckles as he spasmed, letting out a loud gasp as sukuna began to withdraw from inside of him, only to push deeper into him again.

“shit! shit! shit!” satoru sobbed out, his eyes dripped with tears as his back arched, his sphincter squeezing hard around sukuna, trying to push him out as sukuna pushed into him. satoru shook, trembling, his lip quivering as his cock throbbed, his balls swaying above sukuna’s cock as sukuna bottomed out, a low chuckle erupting from his gut. you watched, unable to hide your fit of giggles, the sound making satoru’s gut do backflips as he whimpered, his toes curling beneath sukuna’s back. “too much! too much!”

“now, now, ‘toru,” you coo down to your husband, your grip on the blindfold tightening, squeezing your throat as you look down at your husband while he sobs pathetically, trying to accommodate the stretch of your other husband. “‘kuna says you’ve been being a brat all day today. you know what happens to brats. you made the rule up yourself!”

satoru whimpers, looking up at you, his tears dripping down his cheeks, before he lets out a yelp at the feeling of sukuna withdrawing again, the pink-haired man chuckling at your words. “what’s the matter, gojo? thought you wanted all of this attention?”

“too much! shit- agh! too much!” satoru whines, his back arching, before he cries out your name as you start to slowly drag your hand up and down his cock, leaning over it to loosely drip a trail of spit onto his throbbing erection. more pre-cum pulses out of his hands, his balls growing heavier with need as satoru pants, before he squeezes his eyes shut, letting out a weak sob. “i’m sorry! i’m sorry! please! please slow down!”

gently, you lean over. you softly kiss satoru’s cheek, moving your hand holding his blindfold, twisting it slightly and brushing some of his salty tears off his face. “do you remember your safe word, baby?”

meekly, satoru looks up at you, nodding his head. “mhm,” he hums quietly, his eyelashes fluttering a bit as his bright blue eyes stare up into your soul. you squeeze his cock again, staring down at him, causing satoru to hiss, his cock twitching in your hand. “r-r-ramen! safe word is ramen!”

“good boy,” you giggle softly, kissing his cheek again. “don’t forget your safeword now, m’kay?” you coo down to him, to which satoru weakly nods his head, before he lets out a loud cry when sukuna begins to speed up his pace. satoru lets out a low groan, his cock throbbing angrily in your hand as his ass tightens, squeezing around sukuna as sukuna grabs ahold of satoru’s hips, squeezing them hard enough to bruise his pretty pale skin. satoru arches his back, and you reach down, pressing against satoru’s stomach, pushing him down again as you start to stroke him faster, pumping satoru’s cock up and down as he sobs. 

satoru’s stomach flinches back beneath your hand, sucking in as his cock glistens, his pre-cum dripping over your hand as you stroke it, pumping up and down as you spit on his again, moving faster. satoru’s hands grip the edge of the desk for leverage, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he tries to arch his back, only to be held down by you, his adoring wife, as his husband begins to snap his hips forward faster, the sound of skin and low groans filling the room as satoru sobs, weeping and begging for more while begging for everything to halt all at once, biting his lip to try and muffle his sounds until you lean down, biting satoru’s lip for him, biting it until you broke skin and his lip bled as punishment for trying to muffle all of his pretty sounds.

satoru’s chest rises and falls quicker, his adams apple bobbing as he swallows, his body tensing and his thighs squeezing as his cock spasms, his balls twitching as he cums, his creamy white seed splashing hard all over your hand, and up into the air, splattering onto his chest, some small bits even flinging onto sukuna’s chest as satoru lets out a high-pitched scream of ecstasy, his ass squeezing so tight that sukuna nearly busts on the spot, his balls clenching as he holds squeezes satoru’s hips rough, having to slow down. 

and yet, you don’t, your hand refusing to slow down for even a moment after satoru comes, causing him to shriek and jerk, his hips raising off the table enough as he flings himself off the table, trying to escape your relentless hand, until sukuna pushes satoru down onto the desk again with a hard thud. he takes one hand off of satoru’s hips, grabbing satoru’s ankles with one head and pinning them together above the air as you relentlessly squeeze and jerk satoru’s cock, twisting your wrist and spitting on it as he sobs. “wait, wait, ah shit wait! too much! baby baby baby please slow down!”

you huff, gently wriggling satoru’s blindfold up from his neck. however, instead of taking it all the way off, you stop when the fabric is above his jaw, secured on his head by his lips, before you shove the fabric of the blindfold into his mouth for him to bite down on, gagging his screams and sobs before someone staying late came in and heard you all, witnessing you and sukuna absolutely slutting out your husband- not even managing to make it home before you did so. once satoru was gagged, you shifted, lifting your hips. you slip off your skirt and your panties, letting them drop to the ground with satoru’s clothes, before you shift. you take satoru’s ankles from sukuna, pinning satoru’s ankles above his head, his ass up in the air as sukuna snaps his hips rougher, harder, while you sit on satoru’s sensitive cock after he comes a second time, pushing his pulsing and bruised cock into your pussy, your walls enveloping satoru mercilessly as you move your hand to rest on his throat, your other hand tugging at his hair as you lean down, bouncing up and down on satoru’s cock.

you bite at satoru’s tear-stained cheeks while cries, gently kissing and nipping at his flesh, before you begin to kiss at his neck, biting and sucking and nibbling as you begin to scatter satoru’s pale white skin with dark purple bruises that’ll last for days, showing no mercy as his hard and sensitive cock weeps inside of you, pulsing and filling you past your brink, a bulge forming in your tummy from satoru’s size as you bounce up and down, the swaying of satoru’s body from being pummeled by sukuna behind you assisting you in your relentless riding as you swirl and swing your hips.

suddenly, you let out a scream as you feel satoru slam against your g-spot, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as your eyes roll back, satoru’s rolling back in unison. sukuna grunts from behind you, gently grabbing ahold of your hair from behind and yanking you upwards towards him, tilting your head back to look up at him as you rock your hips back and forth on satoru’s cock, a whimper escaping your lips as satoru bursts inside of you, screaming into the blindfold as he fills you up, your eyes locked on sukuna as he tsks down at you, shaking his head.

“such noisy whores,” sukuna grumbles. “all of tokyo’s going to hear you two if something isn’t done about this.” he says, snapping his hips harder into satoru, his cock throbbing inside of satoru’s clenching ass as he looks down at you. “take your revenge, satoru. shut her up, before i shut her up for you.” he insists, looking down at satoru with a grumble, causing satoru to lift one hand up from the desk. “open.” sukuna coos to you, which you reply, as satoru shoves his fingers inside your mouth. you eagerly close your mouth, sucking on satoru’s fingers as satoru’s second hand moves up, gripping the back of your head to hold you in place as sukuna lets you go.

sukuna moves his hands, looping them beneath your knees, bringing your knees up in his hands as he lets out a low growl, shaking his head. “promiscuous sluts.” he grumbles to himself. “you both are lucky i have the tolerance for such insatiable messes- making me do all the fucking work to appease your needs.” he grunts, before he lifts you up on satoru’s cock, only to bounce you down. his second set of arms grip satoru’s legs, holding them in place to keep them out of the way- it was a miracle satoru was as flexible as he was, his ankles up past his head and in the air from how he is folded. sukuna switches his rhythm, lifting you and raising you as he pushes his cock deep into satoru’s rectum, pumping and pushing as he manually bounces you up and down on satoru’s cock, satoru’s grip on your hair tightening and his fingers pushing down your throat as sukuna fucks into him, satoru’s eyes rolling back as the three of you sink into bliss, the sound of your muffled moans and sukuna’s grunts and groans, the desk creaking, and skin slapping all echoing throughout the classroom.

finally, sukuna quickens his pace, pummeling himself into satoru’s ass until satoru is screaming, bouncing you up and down on satoru without mercy, your legs becoming jello as you squirt on satoru’s cock when it spasms again, cumming inside of you, your fluids mixing as you both see stars. sukuna buries his face in your chest as he groans lowly, before he suddenly bites down on your shoulder, pushing himself to the hilt inside of satoru as he bursts inside of him, filling satoru up until he is dripping, satoru panting and half-conscious on the desk, before finally, satoru releases you, sukuna following soon after.

you collapse on satoru’s chest, your face burying into his neck as he gently wraps his arms around you, pulling his blindfold from his mouth as the two of you lay on sukuna’s desk, both completely fucked out and even more exhausted than before. slowly, you turn your cheek, glancing up at sukuna as he slowly pulls out of satoru, causing satoru to gasp and whine, his legs finally able to rest, dangling over sukuna’s desk until his feet touch the floor, his legs even more sore than yours, the two of you nothing but watery gelatin on sukuna’s desk.

and gently, carefully, sukuna leans over. he pinches your cheek, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, before he grunts, lifting his head in time for satoru to kiss the top of your head, holding you close and snuggling into you as sukuna stands, brushing himself off, already preparing himself for the weight of having to carry you both to the car once you’re dressed… or at least preventable to the public view.

at least he had four arms, he supposed.

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