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the molded dildo fit to replicate every detail of satoru’s cock that he got you as a ‘ gag ‘ gift, is the exact one he’s sloppily riding on his knees infront of you. an idea that initially started off as a joke, potentially a hidden desire of his. pretty pink dusted tip weeping out pearly globs of precum, grinding shakily against your leg. whilst he grips at your thighs. brain all foggy n’ turnt to mush fucking himself on his own cock, without shame. 

between him fucking himself on his own length, and you being the one to watch, he couldn’t tell which was making him harder.

god, if it wasent the best view you’ve ever seen, then you don’t know what else could compete. his overstimulated mewls drowned out by your cunt in his mouth. trying to taste all of you on his tongue, even if it meant suffocating. he’d love to go out with your pretty pussy on his face anyday. your hands roughly tugging at his hair, using him just how he liked. 

maybe you’d have to indulge in his silly little ideas more often.

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satoru gojo who loves to have you ontop of him. not so you can do all the work, no. quite the opposite. 

two thick and and warm hands occupying your body,  lenghty and skilled fingers curled around your throat whilst his other hand delicately traced n’ swirled his initials into your aching clit. you didn’t know what you wanted to do, grind your slicked cunt onto his fingers or slink down onto the 8 inches your greedy pussy was already creaming on whinily. eitherway, satoru had it so you couldn’t escape. suffocated, ‘ trapped ‘ in the overstimulation he provided to you. and that’s how he wanted it. 

he kept you trapped against his broad and fit body, your smaller frame daintily arched whilst he fucked his cock into you. fingers squeezing deliciously around your neck. you couldn’t think about anything other than how you could feel him in your stomach. and he could tell. hell, he’s almost as gone as you. watching his length hitting deep enough to create a plush bulge in your tummy was something he didn’t know he needed to see until now. airy, shakey moans hitting the back of your ear with an occasional teasing strip being licked that made you shiver. breathlessly giggling in your ear when he feels you almost impossibly tighten up and twitch around him. almost painfully so, though, it only adds to his stimulation. whiny masochistic giggles slipping out more n’ more.  

“aheh..f-fuck..” he groans, his hips stuttering for a second before his pace picks up. deeper this time. trying to sink all of him into you at once, and god was it a tight fit. his hand moving from your clit to your pelvis to fuck up deeper into you had you breathless. a mewl ripping from your throat, it was like you could feel him there, too.  “ss-satoruu ‘s too much, - too muchh..” you whine, and you barely get that out. through gasps or sniffles, you can’t tell. it’s too fucking good and he’s too fucking deep. blinded by your mostly shut eyes in overstimulation, the sliver of your sight brimming with tears and pleasure. “yea ? too much f’ya baby?” he encourages. coo’s, even. knowing he won’t slow down, too in love with overstimmulating your slutty cunt till you’re nothing but a twitchy mess. and you knew it too. “cmonngh, y’can take it for me-oh-.. fuck- r-right pretty baby?” he practically whined in your ear, lengthy need twitching inside, nudging and hitting what feels like your cervix. you weakly moaned a pretty “yeah, toru’-“

and you could feel him twitching inside you, defined hips sloppyily bucking up into you whilst he began messily pressing kisses to the back of your ear, moaning lewdly and unabashedly, knowing how much you loved it. fucked out smiled pressed to the back of your neck. whilst he gives your puffy cunt a little slap punishingly, grabbing your attention in your fucked out state, making you throb against his hand. your slick lingering on his fingers as he fucking whines hard into you ear. “so fuckin’ wet f’me , huh?” he speaks, voiced wracked with trembles. “y’know, starting to think y’like me stretching you out, baby…” he mocked, eyes trying to avoid rolling back into his head, he dosent want to miss any view you give him, but it was getting hard. “but wha did i tell’you? keep your attention on me, ‘pretty ..” he purred against you. 

he didn’t know how he was gonna continue his punishment without driving himself insane inside your tight cunt.

hc, + slight ooc

bpbpd!satoru gojo

thinking about post prisonrealm gojo who’s emotional regulation definitely, if not obviously has gotten worse. if killing his own best friend wasn’t enough trauma, seeing your dead best friend before you’re sealed allll alone, for three, long, agonizing years. cluttered in the bones of the hopeless, fearful souls that came before him most definitely was.

it’s not as if him being emotionally dysregulated wasn’t a shock to anyone close enough to him. from being born the strongest in his clan, and frankly one of the most powerful sorcerers currently, without a doubt it comes with its tax. whether it be emotional, physical, mental, and you can already tell what department gojo is paying in. 

familiarizing yourself with the how he’s been behaving since. sometimes he has that vacant look in those gorgeous blue eyes. the best way you could put it, was that he was mordant, a lack of what his overly silly personality fronted as. though with you, he’s different. harder to read. but you’re trying. still keeping his mostly quiet, erratic, held together demeanor. lurking, following you around, always keeping a strong forearm hooked around your hips, or your ribs. his cheek pressed to the side of your temple, eyes lingering with disinterest on whatever you’re doing, just wanting to be near you and zoning out the rest of what’s happening.

those are how most of his days are spent.

though, it dosent seem eventful, days with nothing going on could turn into everything with him. it merely depends on the day, maybe even the hour too.

there’s been countless days where you slipping a little too far from him, out of his reach and just barely past the tips of his fingers has turnt into desperate n ‘ needy  hands yanking you closer, suffocated between your counter and satoru. one arm leaning on the counter, and the other hand smothering the left side of your face. pink flushed cheek pressed to yours as he pants out little sniffled curses n’ gasps whilst his cock achingly fucks into your cunt, nudging the tip of your cervix. unabashed and showing his vulnerability, letting you help, the only person he’d dare let handle his heart. he didn’t even know why he was crying, maybe because of how good you feel, or maybe it’s all the things he’s feeling..most likely a combination. crying from how his body rushes with insecurity, confusion, irritation, everytime you’re even slightly apart from him. how you can make everything go from a hundred to zero whenever he needs it the most.

always at his side, you’re basically what’s keeping him functioning as best to his ability. keeping him sane even right now, taking all his frustration and fear away, making you take every inch to remind himself of what he still and will always have, what’s been there for him through all the losses, incidents, and more. 

you.

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eve , 04 aries, intp , she / any , poc , healthscience major

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SWEET AS EVER. . . ‧₊˚ ⋅

— look’s like you’re in luck! , your hot neighbor has a sweet tooth..

wc. 3.2k, mdni | fem!reader, breèding, squīrtinġ, clichè trope, age gap, reader early-mid 20s, nanami late-early 30s-40s, creampíe, coúntersex, ditzy!reader, neighbor!nanami, changing relationship, not proofread.

recently moving in to the new flat you got was possibly the best thing to happen to you. quiet, spacey, and most importantly having a hot neighbor like kento nanami, who you’ve made yourself quite familiar with over the month’s you’ve settled in, was perfect.

alway’s willing to lend a hand for his sweet neighbor, despite his busy schedule. opening the door every time. and for you, time and time again, appearing in front of his door in less than appropriate outfit’s, subtly leaning into him. a tilt of your head and a cute little pout. batting your eyelash’s at him, making your plea for help, whether it be with putting something together, or a jar too tight.

this time was no different, having bought a new piece of furniture in need of his “help”, why risk lifting your pretty little fingers when you had him? swiftly walking a few doors down, till you see the familiar small hanging plants outside of his door you’ve come to associate with him, giving your signature 4 knock’s.

and per usual, he answer’s. slowly opening up the door, a broad shoulder nudged into the corner of the frame, tensed by the sound yet slowly relaxing when his eyes land to none other than you, looking right down at you. and not just your face. clenching his jaw, the outfit you had thoughtlessly put together gave him a view that left little to the imagination. tiny shorts squeezing your hip’s and thigh’s. tank top with a dangerously low cut. sandal wedges flaunting your newly manicured toes. ochre eye’s narrowing into weary slit’s.

“is there something you need?”, he sighed. keeping that indifferent, stoic manner. never faltering it seems..until it came to you, atleast.

“mnn.. i was ‘jus wondering if you could give a little help putting together a nightstand f’me?” you pleaded, sweetly. a glint of eagerness in those big eye’s of your’s, ones on display for him. ”could bake ya some sweets. as a thank’s for the ‘hard work’, if you’d like mr. nanami.”, you offer, with a tiny grin. leaning in too close to him, your plump bust in his view. an eyeful if you will. the stoic demeanor you’ve come to love to crack wavering just a tad. eye’s narrowing at your proximity. “of course, i can help.” he spoke lowly, deep voice slightly on edge. “no need for sweet’s.” he declined, not wanting to inconvenience you. and you let out a pleasant giggle, always getting your way when it come’s down to him, and anybody else really, who wouldn’t be a sucker for you? “awwh, thank’s. you’re just the best, mr. nanami.” exclaiming, before subtly pouting at his additional rejection. “oh..- are you sure about the sweets? i’ll feel all guilty if i don’t repay you with something. anything ya want.”

he bit the inside of his cheek at your word’s, gnawing even. avoiding the internal debate if the implication behind your words were purposely terribly hidden, or if he was getting ahead of himself.

taking a deep breath, he sighed. “no.., really it's alright. i don't need anything, i appreciate your offer.”, and it’s enough for you to temporarily accept his word’s. with a swift nod and hum, you two were already headed in the direction of your flat, entering the passcode on your door. hearing the familiar beep granting you two entry, gently closing the door behind him. the sharp and weary gaze that was beginning to soften, lingering on the chub of your hip’s. damn those shorts. internally chiding himself and shaking his head. focusing instead on the already scattered piece’s of the nightstand on your table, in a poor attempt at organization, if you could even call it that. it didn’t look that complicated. but for a ‘ditz’ like you, it was way too much. “make yourself at home.”, you commented, familiar set of word’s falling from your lip’s, guiding him over to take a seat. like times before.

nanami sat at the table, eyes flickering between the nightstand pieces, and back to your sweet grin. it was challenging to focus on the task at hand when you’re right there. alway’s. a constant distraction for the older man. chin propped by your palm, wide eye’s watching him already. a sweet, soft hum, filling he silence. larger, rougher hand’s handling the piece’s of the stand, pay attention to everydetail. and occasionally the stand pieces that you could careless about when you had him in your dining room. haphazardly switching between the two. eyeing the few veins running from his hands down to his forearms. button up rolled to his elbow’s. thick finger’s navigating without instruction’s fluidly. it was attractive. looking at a man who knows what he’s doing would always be a sight that could put anyone in a trance, and you weren’t the exception. crossing your leg’s at the slight need forming at your core, nudging it away or possibly egging it on.

“you’re pretty skilled with your hands, mr. nanami..”, you commented, more for yourself, rather than stating a fact. a touch of admiration in your tone, something a bit more intense than mere “interest” hanging off your words. clenching his jaw tightly, with a quiet swallow. “years of experience,” he replied, a slight rasp in his voice. “you pick up a thing or two over time.” he added. his eye’s flickering to meet yours, and back down again. “oh?, i see.” you mumbled back softly, eye’s attentively watching his hand’s. traveling, roaming over to his forearm’s, all the way up to his bicep’s. thick and muscular, tightly fitting in his collared shirt. on perfect display. squeezing your thigh’s just a little tighter together. the only thing that seemed to break the more than ‘heavy’ silence between you two, was a lose screw rolling off the table with a little clink. your eyes shifting to it with disinterest, but a quick opportunity in your mind. “whoop’s. i’ll get that f’ya..” you blurt out, uncrossing your leg’s and bending over in your seat to reach. unintentionally displaying that cute, frilly, thong you just bought on a shopping spree. he had to stifle a groan. clenching the wood of the nightstand in his palm. with a sigh, murmuring a “thanks.” a man could only resist so much.

internally chiding himself for even looking, returning to the task at hand, trying to forget what he just saw. furrowed dirty blonde brows pinched together, the age gap between the two of you making him feel just.. particularly guilty. but not too guilty to stop him from letting something escalate. silently letting his thoughts wonder, while you mumble out a “mhm.” your eye’s back to being fixed on his every move. "almost done," he informed, tightening any loose screw’s on the mostly done stand. big eyes narrowing. “oh-, already?..” you slighty frown, a soft hum following. putting together the last piece’s of your stand, skillfully. letting out a sigh at the finished result, “there…, finished up. should be fine,” he announced. his body thrumming with a slight arousal, and tension. despite his indifference, it betrayed the whirling sensation’s internally. a hand of his rubbing down his face, pinching the bride of his nose. and you notice the slight difference in his demeanor. “something th’matter?, mr. nanami?” you ask, with a touch of concern. you two both knew what you were doing. you two were both adults, it’s not like either of you are clueless. and maybe that was the best part. the looks you’ve been giving him, the outfits, everything. an air of thick, deafening, silence between you both. his narrowed bronze eyes meeting your own, brows furrowed deeper than before. the look alone made you shiver.

you couldn’t tell how it happened, and you didn’t really care either. your attention was entirely elsewhere, and all you knew is that the tension added up, and here you were. shorts, and the same pretty thong you flashed him, dangling off your ankle. nanami had you on the counter of your kitchen, the hand’s that were putting together your nightstand, spreading your thigh’s apart as if he was handling a delicate flower, tender and gentle. careful not to break you just yet. lapping at your fold’s, with a tiny hand belonging to you tugging a fistful of dirty blonde strands that belonged to him. nose, lips, and chin sheen with your slick. clit rubbing just right against his pretty sculpted nose. tired eye’s focused on the treat infront of him. letting out a raspy groan into your cunt with every tug and squeeze of your thighs. deep voice creating a soft hum against your weak spot. tugging just a little harder at his hair, dragging his face all over your sopping cunt, as if you just couldn’t get enough of him. tiny whines, and greedy moans falling right past your lips. and he’d be lying if he said it didn’t make his cock ache in his pants. straining against the fabric of his briefs, subtly seeking friction through that strain. precum staining through the fabric. like a teenager, it’s been a long time since he’s felt this way, a man like him was never into one nightstands, or hookups. the type to want to settle and marry, not please his neighbor. but this time, he just had to taste.

continuing to practically ride his face, having him on his knee’s for you. you were just so close, yanking him up by his hair, pretty pouty expression on your face, mixed with need. a tiny whine escaping, his mouth skillfully moving back to your clit, pressing opened mouth, down right filthy kisses to it. sucking and nibbling, tired, yet slightly adoring eye’s holding eye contact with you. it made your tummy flutter. that tingly sensation that felt oh’ so good building up. rolling your hip’s needily, —impatiently, into his face. mewls gradually building up and escaping from your plumped lips you had bitten previously, he was sucking on just the right spot before you felt that coil snap inside you, clenching around his tongue perfectly, squeezing him between your legs, a firm hold on your thighs to support you, and help you ride through your orgasm. lapping at your release like he was starved. veins in his hands and forearms straining, letting the fat of your thighs fill the gaps of his fingers.

merely a few minutes of catching his, and your breath. his hands were not so respectfully groping at your breasts. raspy, hot pant’s into your mouth, heaving. allowing you to taste yourself on the tip of his tongue, swirling, sucking, teasing as if he die if he’d pull away. he was given his chance, access to you and how addictive you tasted, and he needed to know how you felt. and he’d be damned if he didn’t take the chance. the guilt he had experienced had flew out the window ages ago, already too far gone now once he got a taste of you. he’d been eyeing you, just as you were eyeing him the ever since the day you moved in. to say he was pent up, was an understatement. you didn’t even need to be guided, your hand already tugging at his belt, maybe it was the need making you so eager to get him out of his pants, but you damn sure did. quick too. leaning his hips into your touch, just rubbing, grinding into your hand. muscles in his forearm flexing as he ran his firm hand down your breast, and to your thighs. you could feel just how badly he needed you, how he’s always been needing you. he couldn’t keep being pent up forever. pointer finger tugging at the waistband of his boxer’s, unclothing him, letting his painfully hard cock slap against his clothed abs, tip weeping with precum. fit for a man of his age, and you surely weren’t complaining. gliding the soft skin of your fingers over the head of his tip, smearing the little bead’s. you could feel him throbbing, his larger hand moving to hold yours, pulling you to the edge of the counter with his other, fitted firmly against your lower back. helping you guide him into your entrance, chewing on his bottom lip, and a filthy groan escape’s once he feels just how soaked you were for him, how soaked he made you. the combination of his spit and your slick was perfect. head rubbing and collecting the mixture, glossing his pink tip. teasing almost, before he sank into you.

smaller arm’s quickly moving to cling to his neck, and stuffed full of all his inches, plowing into you. no need for soft, slow strokes when you both knew what you wanted. you two were past the point of taking things slow. returning the pants against your mouth with needy, delicious mewls into his own. he was so filthy— for a man who’s at your every call and request. always so respectful toward’s you, in your cunt like it’s the last, and best sensation he’ll ever feel. maybe it would be. maybe he’d just have to look in getting to know you more after this.., oh—, he for sure would.

and to him, it was. with how good you felt, his mind was completely off of the not so appropriate age gape. purely focused solely on how good your cunts suckin him in, relieving his stress. but hell, he could ignore anything if it meant to feel you again. a man like him abandoning his own standards and critic, was rare if not impossible. but you just managed to do that for him.

you felt like he was hitting, stretching— drilling into every inch of you, every spot that might’ve been unreached before, stretched by him. his hips firm, not too slow, not too fast. perfect, just right, and all for you. you were close to melting right there, manicured nails digging into his shirt, bound to leave marks even with the layer of cloth shielding the pressure. with an adorable tremble, you held on as best as you could. and it only added to his pleasure, a small masochistic turn on, yet a praise for how well he was doing. a rough padded thumb tracing circles into your flesh, a distraction. to keep himself from finishing so quickly inside his pretty lil’ neighbor. already having had the ‘privilege’ of being in your snug cunt raw, he didn’t wanna push his luck…he thinks. but at this rate, it seemed maybe, just maybe this one slip up wouldn’t be all too bad. maybe you’re just too good…no,— you are too good. hands moving to your thighs, to your hip. gripping on the fat of your hip, dragging your hips back n fourth on his cock like a toy, his touch so different from his action’s. slicking the marble counter below, impossibly drilling himself deeper into you. you could feel everything, and it hurt so good. neatly trimmed happy trail brushing against your sensitive nub tantalizingly, rocking your hip’s just a little closer to him subcontiously, clenching and stuttering around him, provoking a low moan from his handsome bruised lips.

he was so focused, so mesmerized watching his length get sucked up perfectly by your cunt, taking every single inch. like how he imagined you would. furrowed blonde brow’s, little strand’s of hair glued to his forehead. pressed firmingly against yours. hot white pleasure shooting up both your bodies. “rright t-there— oh,” you whined prettily, dragging it out in ectasy. short’s and thong long fallen off to the ground, ankle rubbing and wrapping around his hip’s, feeling right up against his defined vline. and he grunted. pace faltering just a little, stuttering patheticly, even a small tease from you was just enough to make him feel like he couldn’t last. he wouldn’t. no matter what distraction he was seeking out, feeling you on his length, under his palms, in his mouth. it was enough to drive any man feral. leaving little crescents into your hip just as you were into his back. marks he’d wish last forever in this moment.

feeling your cunt squeezing, fitting and clenching around him so snug, it made him weak. leaning a bit of his weight into you, and it felt suffocatingly good, his broad frame blocking you from see anything but him above and infront of you, smelling a mix of his cologne and sweat was intoxicating. leaning back to support your own weight with one of your hands, grasping at him like he’s the only thing keeping you grounded. in a way he was— his dick was making you dumb. the only thing on your mind was him, breath stuttering, feeling that familiar coil tightening up in you, tipping your head back to get a glimpse of his face. twisted in pleasure, sweat sticking to his aged, handsome face. it did no justice to slow down your rapidly approaching orgasm, you were already trembling, a mess of noises uncontrollably slipping out, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. it was only so long before you were hit with what felt like lightening, a bolt of hot, intense pleasure, shooting through what seemed like every inch of your body, and struggling to catch your breath, hastily and needing pulling him closer. legs contracting and shaking, and a drawn out whine escaping from your lips as you felt the nonfamiliar wetness soak not only your thighs and the counter below, but his abs and waist. creamy white wring forming and smearing over, and over again on his cock. eyes focused and filled with something deeper than merely wanting sexual gradification, seeing the pleasure he brought you was enough, and feeling how tight you were spasming around him was much, much more than enough. both of your lips forming a small o, and a deep groan following. he could’ve sworn he felt his knees buckling. and the next second thick, warmth, his—warmth, was spilling inside you and trickling out, you could feel just how much he was pumping into you, fucking into you. making sure you had every drop of him. and you couldn’t resist trying to inch yourself closer to him—deeper. despite feeling utterly weak and overwhelmed yourself. the fact he was merely your neighbor was long forgotten, with the way he fucks you you’d think you were newly weds. but you couldn’t bring yourself to care, not when he had you like this. the two of you pressed and bonded together, hunched over your counter panting, trying to regain something to ground yourselves. rough padded fingers desperately clinging to your skin. a moment that felt too intimate for just ‘neighbors’. a moment of heavy breathing and rest, palms slowly stroking over your skin when he had came down from his high, resting his chin on your shoulder.

it was safe to say, you had your fill, and you’d have much more often than expected from now on. a man like him would surely—never, miss out on a woman like you. and all of a sudden, his pretty ‘lil neighbor was much closer than he remembered. but you on the other hand, just couldn’t wait to talk about your new..fiancé.

my masterlist for more .ᐟ

i just know toji literally suffocates you to DEATH. when he fucks you he makes you take every inch. he will literally pin you down to any surface and overstimulate the fuck out of you and he will love it. and he wouldn’t even move a inch when you try to push him away with halfhearted, weak and meek attempts becaude he’s filling you up so good and he’s just sooo much bigger and stronger than you. he will literally laugh at you and fuck you harder while your attempts to push him away just end up with you feeling him up and how built his figure is and making a mess of yourself.

during said break i was in recovery for some mental & physical issue’s, and now that i’m back i feel much better thankfully.

unfortunately my plans for kinktober were put aside due to this, and october is basically over at this point ᵒ̴̶̷̥́ ·̫ ᵒ̴̶̷̣̥̀. but i have read through a lot of requests and i plan to get to them for you all!! instead of them being for kinktober, they’ll just be put out normally, though it might be a little slow cause college is whooping my ass too. 🙂‍↕️

MISSING YOU . . .₊˚⊹

— who knew your bossy house cat could be so . . . needy?

wc. 3.2k , mdni | fem!reader, unestablished relationship, jealous rough sèx, brèeding, degradation, crèampie, full form sukuna, mirror sèx, tigerhybrid!sukuna, possessiveness, intoxication, scenting, squırting, two còck’s, not proofread.

an;. i got so tired writing this… and i don’t even like it. was thinking & listening to this song while writing for him lolz

“quit your unnecessary movement, woman.”

he grumbled hoarsely, thick stripped tail swatting around and thumping the hardwood floors of your apartment. the two you sitting infront of your mirror.

even though ryomen sukuna's period of reining the world of curses and jujutsu sorcerers, as king of curses, was indeed over, reduced to a mere house pet. he was still, just as commanding and prissy as ever.

all four of his muscular, and tatted arms wrapped around your smaller frame. demanding and beckoning insistently, silently with a grumpy pout, that you had sat in his lap. not knowing you’d soon feel his large and prickly tongue licking, or “grooming” you so he say’s, once you got a bit too comfortable in the warmth of his frame, licking over.. , and over again, relentlessly seeming. paws digging into you possessively.

you had went to a ‘work’ gettogether your boss had setup, have some drink’s, celebrate, and decompress after the hard work that you, and your coworkers had been through during these few specifically taxing weeks. leaving your particularly cavalier house cat, all alone.

when you had drunkenly unlocked your door, stumbling through it, you were immediately met with and faced a heavily displeased, and exasperated cat. predaceous, sharp, deep crimson irisis looking down at you. fumbling around, your inebriated mind had finally registered him infront of you in the dim lights, you had got home late, a bit— completely, caught up being “excessively friendly” as he’d word it, greeting your coworkers and superiors goodbye.

his fluffy ears were pressed flatly against his wispy hair, not ashamed or hesitant to put his discontent on display for you, tail whipping around irritably, nose scrunching up.

you reeked of a scent that wasn’t his, and he just had to fix it. immediately. resisting the urge to pounce and gnaw your neck to bits, like a chew toy. just for your insolence of returning to him in this,…. “state”.

which is how you ended up now, in his hold, his slob sticking and drying to your skin. “ryo ..’ i think ‘m pretty clean now.” you quietly sigh, tempted to accept your fate. and he scowl’s silently. “you still carry that stench on you. perhap’s, you need proper cleaning further.” he utter’s, while you groan in defeat quitely. “don’t.” he hissed. quipping back quickly, “you subjected yourself to this, woman. ridding my scent off of you for whatever absurd and preposterous reason. are you trying to suggest you’re available?” he glower’s. “course ‘mnot trying to. swear i didnt mean to ‘kuna..” you say, a little drunken slur to your word’s.

he hate’s it, the scent of alchol. but he’d rather have it that, than anyone else’s scent on you again. ever.

he huff’s, a bit more lenient, since you’re intoxicated. vulnerable in his eye’s. a foolish human— his. continuing to lick and brush his bristled tongue over you, leaning a little lower and licking at your neck, feeling your pulse point. cleansing you, yet also marking his scent back over you dually. the sensation makes you shudder. he’s given you “tongue bath’s” before, although something about this particularly, feels a little,.. different.

maybe it was your drunken mind seeking out things that weren’t there.

tongue steadily flicking over your neck, causing just a slight blush of pink on the sensitive and thin skin of your neck, from irritation. inhaling into it, taking in the concoction of both your own and his scent mixed. that was significantly better. letting out a rough purr in contentment. “are y’done yet?” you ask, not from impatience , or being bored, merely curious at how far he’d take this with his previous comment. “if it were my choice, which it should be. you’d get a much more thorough cleaning. be fortunate m’letting you off like this, brat.” he huffed into your neck. “but you’ve already been lickin me f’twenty mins, kuna.” you sigh. “privileged it wasn’t’ an hour.” he roll’s his eyes.

tail flickering slightly, curled and thick, brushing against you. four arms wrapped around you begrudgingly loosening, free from his grasp. resting his chin on the crown of your head, ears twitching. you can hear the heavy purrs reverberating in his broad chest, two of the four hands resting on your thigh’s.

this is how it should’ve been, if he knew you’d come home like this, he would’ve kept you in his grasp to prevent it. a cheek rubbing into your head, coming down to softly bite your cheek. a silent demand for your attention.

already becoming needy for you, though he’d never admit it aloud. letting his actions speak subtly. you hum, “mhm?…” replying to his demand, small hand of yours going up to caress his hair, inching towards the two fluffy ears that reside on his head. scratching behind the fluff. a rough mix of purrs and growl’s erupting from his chest, “brat. quit it.” he scowl’s, although does nothing to stop it. he could easily remove himself if he pleased, purr’s betraying his gruff tone and word’s.

you weren’t aware, completely oblivious. naive to how needy he was.

missing your presence more than he’d like to admit when you were gone. all. damn. day, he felt like he was going to drive himself crazy when he found himself in your bedroom. sniffing and inhaling the scent of you. clothes, blankets, panties—anything he could find. rutting and grinding his clothed cock’s into your pillows, mounting and biting down on the soft fluff, imagining it were you instead. hands pulling you tighter, flush to him. and you didn’t protest against it.

your own hands rubbing and softly scratching his ears in just the way he likes, unknowing the affect’s it has on him. you thought he excused himself purely out of embarrassment when you got done scratching him, never thinking of the fact that he get’s unbelievably hard after it. purrs getting heavier, just by a little bit, pressing his cheek into your own. ears twitching. you made him melt. body almost going slack for a minute. letting out just the faintest pant. he felt himself getting worked up already. silence being interrupted by the soft tussling of you adjusting your position, the floor can only be comfortable for so long.

taking notice of your discomfort, two large hands promptly settling you on his lap further more. “better?” he mumbled, cheek still in contact with your own, and you nodded. “mhm, ts’better,” adjusting yourself more, slightly grinding down into his lap to get comfortable. “should prob get off the floor, since you’re finished.”, he kissed his teeth. “y’er own fault for not being able to withstand it. no need to move.” he grumble’s, though he merely didn’t want you to move from his lap, even for a split second. “too feeble.” he sighs, voice a little hoarse. getting a little mouthy. ears pressing to the back of his head. and you roll your eyes and pout. “apologies for not being soooo big, ‘tough n bad like you.”

and he growls.

quietly tsking at your words, lowering his head and delivering a faint bite to side of your neck. fangs scratching the skin. you couldn’t bring yourself to scold your kitty, especially after leaving him oh, so lonely today. your pout deepened, pinching his cheek in response. “hmph.. careful.” you warned softly. his grip tightened on you. his own inner turmoil deepened, the need for you. to suffocate you against the floor, act on his need to mark you, inside and out. it was tempting. licking and nibbling at your neck. “pitiful.” he scoff’s, a larger hand subtly rubbing down into your inner thigh. squeezing the plump flat. tail swishing more feistily.

sukuna wasn’t a gentle nor slow man, it was near impossible for him. but he could try, and he was now. patience slowly wearing thin.

he deepened his bite, provoking a little whine from you. he was fortunate you couldn’t see his expression, the way his eyes nearly rolled back at just that. feeling like he’s on the verge of driving himself into a rut. pressing you further down into his lap, semi hard cock’s already starting to make its appearance with a print. you could feel his damp and hot breath on the back of your neck, and you couldn’t deny the way it made you throb in your inebriated state. already feeling hot and flushed from the alcohol, his clingyness wasn’t lessening the sensation’s you felt. “you’re g’na leave a mark. .” you murmured out. sneering at your word’s. “maybe it’ll get it into y’er head to stop ‘flaunting’ around in other people’s scent. ‘pissin me off.” he jibed, licking a fat wet strip up your neck, to behind your ear. beginning to chew on your bottom lip, eyes narrowing.

you could feel that familiar heat pooling in your stomach already, damp cunt clenching around nothing, to your disappointment.

every single time, he could smell the arousal immediately. having such a sensitive and potent sense of smell.

he snickered. clothed arousal fully hard now, you could feel it. he didn’t even bother to hide it now, warmth pressing against your ass. you couldn’t help but feel your face turn a singular shade deeper. breath catching in your throat, silently gulping and tilting your head back to rest on his shoulder. it was his own sign of permission, a silent granting of consent. you knew you couldn’t hide it and he knew it aswell. if not better than you. panting and breathing heavily into your neck. it got you soaked.

hip’s seeking out friction, clothed cock’s grinding into your ass unabashedly, heaving into your ear with a handsome cackle that’s his laugh. “shiit, woman.” he cursed under his breath, and you let out a little whimper. tiny “o-oh” escaping your lip’s. your already simmering body reacting deliciously to his neediness. flushed cunt drenching your panties already. the two hand’s that were resting comfortably on your thighs traveling up to your hip’s, now at the seam’s of your pants, prying and tugging them down, down, down. balled up and wrinkled at your ankle’s, soon completely off. one hand of the four slipping into your panties, a rough padded finger collecting your slick and rubbing your slit. feeling — her, pulse around them. “s’fuckin needy. greedy girl.” he groaned into your ear. ear’s twitching sensitively.

you haven’t ever gotten this wet, and so quickly. beginning to grind back on his fingers, you could see it. the two of you in this position through the mirror infront of you both, it made your breath hitch. two thick lengthy finger’s suddenly sinking into your cunt, squelching and sucking them in. just two fingers of his make you feel so damn full already, thrusting gently while another finger rubs at your clit, low attentive eye’s watching you through the mirror, heavy purrs against your back. rough fingers massaging just the perfect spots inside your velvety walls. “kuna..’” you mewled softly, and he tightens his hold on your thigh’s, spreading them further apart, tugging your panties aside to watch in the mirror. watching your cunt messily clench around him, your slick running down his hand. dripping on his clothed hard on. fabric damp with precum and your arousal.

breath slightly trembling in your ear, hips still needily pressing his aching cock’s into your ass. tail flickering and slithering to wrap around you leg, keeping it in place. “fuuuck.” he groaned, bordering on a moan. “clenchin’ around my fingers like some slut.” biting a little rougher into your neck. you try to turn your cheek—only to be snatched right back in place, rough padded fingers digging isn’t your cheeks and jaw. forcing you to look at the mess he’s making of you. a laugh melting into a moan. “y’like this, brat? watching y’erself’ drench all over my fingers?” “keep your eye’s on us.” he heave’s. fingers curling impeccably, in justtt- the right spot. feeling that coil in your tummy tighten implausibly tighter. schlick noises of his finger’s and your arousal resonant in the room.

your hip’s lazily grinding further onto his girthy digit’s, stuttering languidly over them eyeing yourself. it was so humiliating. his fingers acutely rubbing your soft spot. coil inside your tummy snapping, stomach flexing with frantic ragged breath’s, and a whine. dually creaming and squirting incessantly on his finger’s, hip’s trying to pull away in overstimulation. paded finger mercilessly, relentlessly rubbing continuously, vigorously pulling out choked mewl’s and whimpers out you. “k-kunaaaaa’ , w-wait stopsst-opp,” sob’s prettily spilling from you, palms grasping, fingers digging into his wide forearm in attempt to steady yourself. provoking a hiss from him.

you want to escape from this overbearing feeling, but relish in it too. you both know you don’t mean to try and run. and he purr’s with a grumble.

a hand jerking his short’s down, two lengthy cock’s slapping your puffy folds, slicked with your wetness and release, pretty cherry pink tip’s leaking bead’s of precum, dribbling down his cut length. the fact he had matching tatt’s there made you gush. lengthier cock head prodding, nudging at your fold’s and entrance, your drunken mind whirling from the booze and previous overstimulating high from a few seconds ago, two hand’s back grappling at your thighs, hoisting them up infront of the mirror. finding yourself in a headlock. he has you in full nelson, slowly leaning back into the couch. brows furrowed and tail swatting.

you feel his leaking tip continuously pressing, before sinking into you, eliciting a quiet mewl, chin resting on his forearm, purposely keep your heavy head up to watch him. secondary cock still grinding against the fat of your ass. you felt so suffocatingly full, with a stretched that burn so painfully fucking good. pretty glimmering tears welling in your eyes, you don’t know if it’s from the pain or pleasure, a concoction of both. snickering with a small tsk. “should’ve known , y’er sucha’ crybaby.”, his mean teasing making you grip him impossibly tighter. you loved it. “should i go slow f’ya? think you deserve it after comin home to smelling like that’ , brat?” he groaned into your ear, a rhetorical question. he wasn’t going to be nice, and you were somewhat hoping for that. feeling a little defiant. “shut the f-fuck up.’ fuck me already.” you blurted out. and his eye’s narrowed, temporarily stunned by your word’s, it made his cock twitch— both of them.

with a scoff followed by a grunt, hand’s immediately slamming your hips down with a force that might’ve made you regret being hasty if you weren’t just as needy as him. a slurred, much louder whine escaping at the show of force, suddenly feeling his pace pick up after it, not as harsh as before. tip messily kissing the entrance of your cervix, leaving every spot untouched in your wall’s, you could see it. the way his cock bulge’s in your tummy, roughly dragging your hip’s up and down on his length, yet hips still slamming into you. absolutely using you. and you were fucking loving it, shamelessly moaning and babbling incomprehensibly. “f-fuckfuckfuuuuck..rightthereeuuh” watching yourself get pounded into relentlessly, second cock drooling with loads of precum, slick against your ass. drool dribbling out the corner of your mouth, but throat going dry at the same time. a loud groan forged with a purr escaping his throat. “stupid’ fuckin slut. need to learn some damn manner’s.” tail swishing wildly, his size with your grip was driving him feral, you were squeezing him.

if only you could see his pupils expanding. it were as if he’d been given catnip, even so, you & your cunt is the better drug. “suckin’ me up so damn good. like this pussy is mine, shit-“ he growled with a pant. “m-mhm ts’yours kuna- all y-yours, uooh-“, he wasn’t quick to finish no matter what, but he could’ve came right then and there when you said that, a shudder rushing over his body, a palm smushing your face, gripping harshly to turn it, shifting his head to press a sloppy kiss to you. a distraction. feeling his length somehow grow harder than it already was, he was so deep. it hurt just a tad, but in the best way. you weren’t even sure you could moan into his mouth anymore from how good he was digging into you, stretching you impeccably. rubbing in spot’s you had yet to reach on your own, nobody could reach but him. not like he’d let a man get even close to you ever again after this accident. a hand of his spreading your thigh’s further, a predatory glint in them as he looked from the second eye above his cheekbone, watching your cunt take every single inch. tongue licking all around inside your mouth, coating himself in your taste. toe’s clenching, curling , as hard as you could, the pleasure was just so. fucking. much. tiny hand’s retuning to grasp as his forearm, digging your nail’s into him. leaving little crescent’s. your own mark’s. his pace not even faltering once. pulling back with an airy gasp, groaning in your ear. “i own you. own this pretty ‘lil cunt. gonna fuck you full of my cum, brat. ts’ what you want huh? workin me up with that filthy mouth. should put it ta’ work next.”, and you nod absentmindedly, the tear’s that were brimming your eye’s already cascading down your cheek’s. “uuuhuh, wan’ your cubs s-so bad kuna,” you whined through mewl’s and sob’s, close to your second orgasm, so damn close.

he was close already too, just by how obediently you were nodding along to him, like a mindless doll. and he landed the prettiest one. the two of you were just barely hanging on by a thread, his thrusts becoming more sloppy. languid. deep and harsh, feeling his tip nuzzling just a bit dipper into you, hitting your cervix making you yelp in pleasure and pain, your orgasm hitting you like a fucking truck, clenching down on him as that familiar creamy white ring form’s around his cock again, all in his view. feeling you grip like a damn vice was his breaking point, hips stuttering for the last time before a full blown moan escape’s him, hissing as his eye’s so subtly roll back. bottoming out and cumming fucking bucket’s in you, second cock messily spilling on the floor, feeling the hot spurt’s from his tip inside you, lazily, slowly, fucking you through your own and his release, ear’s flickering up, heavy purrs and pant’s in your ear’s and it felt like you weren’t even present on earth. your mind sent whirling at the sensation of him pulsing inside you. slowly pulling out, not flaccid in the slightest yet. a worn whimper slipping from you in disappointment, cunt gaping and clenching around nothing. palms rubbing the inside of your thigh’s, in a trance at the mess he’s made of you. heaving. purr’s and heavy breath’s filling the silence. tossing his head back with a groan. a temporary peace, resting your eye’s for a few minute’s. you felt so exhausted already, ready to call it quit’s in your intoxicated mind. but sukuna had other plan’s, making it noticeable when he slid his second, wider, more girthier cock, into you. stretching you once again. grip seemingly tighter on you. “don’t think i’m done with you. still have hour’s to make up to me, fuckin brat.” he groan’s.

and you certainly did make up for those hour’s you left your poor kitty all alone, needy and without your perfect pussy.

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PRYING EYES.

— his devotee’s watching would never get in the way of his priorities, aka you.

wc. 2.1k , mdni | fem!reader, praising, exhibitionism?, cult setting, murdèr implication’s, threat’s, crèampie, establishment relationship, omegaverse, heat’s, bréeding, mıssionary, chòking, pùssy talk, not proofread.

an; for anon’s request, so sorry if it’s not what you fully wanted, <\3. always invisioned suguru as mean, so writing him like this was definitely new and a bit challenging, but enjoy!

“….i don’t recall granting permission to look at us.”

suguru spoke, a false grimace escaping his feigned look of disappointment. he didn’t expect monkey’s to follow simple instruction’s the first time. he’d be silly to even consider the thought. irritation evident in his deep and usually soothing voice.

patience thinning, thankfully he had you. perched prettily in his lap, right where he’d want you, especially when you’re vulnerable like this, heat approaching. just on the brink, he needed to be by your side, at all time’s.

“suguru..” you coo tenderly, you knew how quick he was to off his follower’s, whether they kiss his feet or not. patience wasn’t his strong suit. unless it was significant. the only member’s of his cult that he truly wished the best for, was his daughter’s, and you of course. you come first and foremost. dainty finger’s combing over the silky, onyx colored strand’s of his hair. nuzzling further into his silky navy garment’s, head resting right on his chest, hand’s stroking your back and thigh’s. pressing a kiss to your temple, taking a breath, inhaling your scent, growing sweeter by the moment. shaking his head at his devotee’s, focus back on you entirely. lowering himself closer to your ear dotingly. “forgive me, dearest. how are you feeling now? tell me,” heavy voice in your ear. coaxing you to respond, softly.

you just could melt on the spot, his voice was perfect. you felt it. heat just on its tipping point, about to boil over. the wait was torturous. feeling your simmering body heat up impossibly more, with a small whine, “m’fine right now sugu.. jus feel’s hot.” you sigh, nuzzling into his neck, his scent gland. you’d been eyeing the way his adam’s apple bob’s when he speak’s, swallow’s, or anything remotely similar. it had you captivated, just him in general.

arm’s previously thrown over this broad shoulder’s, softly lapping at his scent gland. you were just needy through n through, slender, yet bigger fingers rubbing tiny circles into your hip, you felt feverish. slipping his hands under your thigh’s, indifferently playing with the seam’s of your pantie’s. you had been given one of his robe’s to wear, for “easy access.” and comfort primarily, maybe it was was how enticing he appeared, nonchalantly feeling you up. finger’s subtly teasing and brushing over your clothed clit, a raspy chuckle evoking from him.

it was that, that singular motion, his chuckle hitting your ear’s finally pushing your heat to its boiling point, crashing over you in intense, magnified, wave’s. back arching at the sensation, pushing your hips to grind on his finger’s, that familiar sensation of salaciousness and need. pleasure dancing on the border of pain, mewling into his neck somewhat quietly. “suguuuu’ wan you r-right now, heat’s comin on..” , you murmur, nibbling him, and he doesn’t hesitate to give into your request’s. not in the slightest.

“yea’ pretty baby? , i’ve got you. jus let me handle you.”. he deeply, richly chuckle’s, warm palm stroking your hip adoringly. you nod, though you can’t help your eager hand’s from wandering, tugging at his kasaya. untying layer after layer, absentmindedly forgetting you’re infront of his follower’s, entrusting that whenever you’re with him there’s no reason to think, no need to do anything with him here. just sit pretty for him. and you did just that.

silky lapis colored robes falling off his shaped shoulder’s, looking down at you with that handsome grin. hand’s tugging at your own silken robe, letting it fall. exposed, denuded to his touch, and eye’s. hand’s tracing over your naked body like a piece of art, in his heart and soul you are. guiding your hip’s patiently, and steadily, pressing you just right to get the friction you desire, messy cunt dampening his knee, slicking it with each pull of your hip’s, and tug of his hand’s. “s’not enough, need you in me sugu.” you complain, with a pout. your body feels on fire, burning, aching for the desire of him. you’ve never needed it more, and he understand’s.

pressing forward, a firm hand slinking toward’s your back. steadily lowering the two of you to the cold floor of the platform the two of you shared, signifying your status above the rest of the people occupant in the room. hair draping off his shoulder’s, dangling into your face. and you could’ve sworn he’s never looked better. letting you down gently, even against the frigid floor, you’re burning. free hand traveling down your tummy, into your panties once more, tip of his finger’s collecting your slick with a hum of contentment. “ she’s s’needy already, pretty..” he comment’s. finger’s prodding into your entrance, pleading for any, sensation. a need to feel the nagging emptiness. clenching desperately. “don’t wan your finger’s, want you already.” you whine to him, and he chuckle’s. “i know, i know dearest. jus need to make sure you’re ready f’me, okay? patience.” he speak’s, cooing at you gently. a groan slipping from his crooked lip’s as he slip’s two lengthy, firm, finger’s in your sopping cunt. drenching him already.

he keep’s, a gentle fluent pace, working particularly softly, wary of your sensitivity. grinding your hip’s on his digit’s, seeking the sensation you need while he stretches you out, preparing you for him. you were just so damn eager. you felt like you’d fucking die without his cock in you, your hand held down with his other hand, finger’s intertwined with yours. brow’s pursing together, getting eager himself. tent formed underneath his garb’s, barely shielding the rest of his body from you or anyone’s view. “-put it in already, pretty please. c-can’t take it ‘anymore.” you pouted at him, needy tears welling in your eye’s already. and he caved.

you had this dangerous man wrapped around your finger. he’d never want to cause discomfort, or keep you waiting.

exhaling softly, his hand palming his length, untucking it from his garb’s, pretty pink peach colored tip twitching with need in his hand, he’d been holding back for your sake. but the bead’s of precum dribbling down betray that, thumb smearing it over his tip, coating it. alining himself with you, nudging into you, before pushing himself deeper, in one go. he warned you, he stretched you out, every. single. time. your dazed mind unable to differentiate pain from pleasure, dangerous lines to blur. but it excited you further. needy mewl escaping your lip’s at the feeling of his length sinking into you. sucking him in willingly. hand squeezing at his.

his devotee’s were certainly getting a show, although commanded to keep their head down. some— or most were tempted to look up. it only took a matter of time.

every inch was inside of you, all the way to the base. leg’s trembling,the feeling of fullness, warmth you’re body is seeking replenished by him, though it was the need for him solely, your mate, that seems to worsen. hastily grinding into him, as he breathily chuckle’s. “eager girl. told you to wait.” he murmur’s, pressing a lazy kiss to the side of your mouth. beginning to move, slow, raunchy stroke’s at first. sitting back up, abdomen, ab’s, flexing all in your view. fat weeping tip, kissing your cervix gently. intense, deep, rich goldenbrown eye’s focused on your face. “haah..- shiit.” he cursed under his breath. and you whined. “let it alll out f’me sweetheart. be good f’me, ‘yea?”, mindlessly nodding along to his word’s, letting him fulfill his promise’s to take care of you. “kay’ sugu. feels s’good.” previous tear’s softly spilling down your cheek’s, and it’s only the beginning. leg’s weakly wrapping around his waist. slowly, steadily increasing his pace. tip mushing against your sensitive spot’s, he was on the longer side, still girthy nonetheless. stretching you out so good. ragged, messy stroke’s, the sound of slick and skin a constant in the room.

a few worshipper’s boldly deciding to raise their head’s, examining the perverse scene in front of them.

no shame, seemingly in either of them. a hand sliding to her neck, tightening his grip. sloppy cunt never failing to clench down on him tightly. letting out a groan. just as lewd looking, as it sounds. catching glimpse’s out the corner of his eye, begrudgingly, turning his head.

“huuh. explain as to why your head is held so highly?” he speak’s, breathily. yet firmly. grip tightening slightly in irritation, hip’s deepening his pace roughly. a pretty mewl coming from you. an exasperated sigh following his word’s. “lower your head’s, or you will lose them. filthy monkey’s.” he groaned, threat immediately having an affect, worshiper’s immediately lowering their head’s to their respective place, trying to ignore the inappropriate sound’s flooding the room.

gaze turning, back to you. a gentle hand wiping away you’re tear’s. your eyes gluing shut, in pleasure. cursing under his breath. “na-uh, pretty. eye’s on me, m’kay? fuuck.— takin’ it so fuckin good f’me. look at me.” he groaned again, nodding and opening your eye’s and looking into his own. filed with adoration, need and love for you. it made you impossibly tighter. milking his cock for all it’s worth. “suguuu, i c-can’tt.” you mewled, his hand moving to your jaw, holding it firmly, leaning down. forehead pressed to your own, hot, humid, breath, fanning against your face. he was so deep now. “yea you can, sweetheart— f’me. need you to cum , alright? understand? say it.” he panted, eye’s staring into yours. the intensity, cock twitching, on the verge of spilling, his grip on your throat and jaw, it all made you feel like you’re going to finish any second now. you couldn’t hold back. not in your heat either, he wouldn’t allow it. “gonna c-cum f’you, sugu. i understand”, your word’s were tiny high pitched babble’s , at this point. hip’s snapping against your cunt tighter, rough. “gooood. good.” he moaned out, this time. “good fuckin girl, baby. d-don’t clench around me like tha-ht, pretty.” he choked out, gasping at his own word’s. accompanied by an airy laugh. pressing sloppy kisses to the corners of your mouth,and finally into you, hand clasping at your throat tighter, your pretty fucked out eye’s touching the back of your skull it seems. short circuiting, going slack for a moment. unable to find the strength to kiss back with his passion, he was fuckin you so good. mewling into it, you couldn’t warn him your approaching orgasm. tongue in your mouth, his own pretty brown eyes fluttering back, he’d been holding himself back to release with you, he could read your body better than you yourself could. feeling your stomach tightening, tummy flexing. leg’s that were weakly wrapped around his hip’s squeezing, loud whine’s falling right out your lip’s and into his own, eating up your pretty noise’s deliciously.

creaming around his cock, not yet getting the relief you seek until he reaches his own orgasm, he quit’ holding back. thrust’s much rougher, sloppier and hasty. it hurt’s, but your mind has yet to register the subtle pain. foamy ring of your cum forming at the base of his cock, nicely. a few more ragged thrust’s and he was spilling into you, pulling back from the kiss, with soft “i love you’s”, fucking his release into you. making sure to soothe you temporarily, your heat dying down. ball’s slapping against your ass heftily. subtly slowing down until he stop’s fully. pulling out with a quiet groan. thumb pushing back his cum into your cunt. kissing your temple, looking at your fucked out expression, with his own. “did so good f’me. proud of you baby, took it well. i love you s’much, y’know that?” he coo’s. “love you more, sugu..” you sigh back, hand’s slipping off your neck and to your back, gently lifting you up, holding you flush against his chest. “gonna get y’cleaned up. rest for me, pretty.”., larger arm’s getting you settled to cling onto him, indifferently leaving his worshipper’s behind. carrying you to his chamber’s. and you noded, hanging onto him. letting him settle you down, wash you thoroughly, change you. prioritizing his mate’s need’s, like usual.

“promise i’ll be back ina’few. i have something to take care of, dearest.” he whispered to you, settling you in his own bed of the finest blanket’s, pressing a soft kiss to your head. “mmh, m’kay. don’t keep me waiting, sugu. wanna sleep.”, taking a glance at you fondly, before nodding, exiting the room, back to wherever those filthy monkey’s were.

he’d have to put an end to those who can’t obey simple order’s, oh how he hates repeating himself...

a few curses will do for this group.

yesss you absolutely can, this sounds MWAH perfect anon

in schedule to post 7/13, 10am , i got yewww !! making it a separate post so it can go into masterlist .

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omg….. anonyyyy yes that’s literally EXACTLY him he’d literally follow you too.

i feel like due to his insane speed because of heavenly restriction he’d be out of your sight the second you feel a slight brush or presence behind you. and it ALWAYS without a doubt creeps you the fuck out.

if he’s feeling like a even bigger asshole on random day’s he’ll do it at night when you’re exhausted, giving you slight touches, or letting his breath brush against your skin before disappearing to wherever he’s hiding, watching from a distance with a choked and restrained snicker, and he’d literally drag it on foreveererrr until your speed walking not so subtly down the hall to your room, acting as if nothing happened, feigning curiosity and innocence as he question’s why you look so spooked.

it’s literally him i need to bite his butt.

this clip has literally been stuck in my head for month’s. he’s so fast like??