Ichiko’s Cafè

he was in a bit of a pissy mood, his arms crossed and face pouted where he sat on his couch. you lay next to him, scrolling through through your phone until gojo decides no more.

“hey, we should play a game.”

“what game?”

“hmmm, truth or dare?”

you sit up and glare at him, eyes rolling at the wide grin on his face.

“no, choose a different one.”

“hm, okay,” he places his hand to his chin, as if pondering his next words. “how about ‘would you rather’?”

“okay.”

“alright, you go first.”

you settle back into the couch, cozy in gojo’s hoodie that is oversized on you. he watches you, eyes eager for you to speak.

“would you rather, lose your sight, or your hearing?”

“hah, easy. my hearing. if i lost my sight, i couldn’t look at you all day.” he flirts, eyes fluttering dramatically. you roll your own, letting a small smile slip.

“your turn.”

“okay, let’s see. would you rather…..”

the game continues like normal for a while, both you and gojo asking stupid and deep questions, until you’re leaning against him, cuddled into his side.

“alright, i got another one, but you have to think real hard about it, okay baby?”

you giggle, nodding.

“alright. would you rather be my slave, or be my pet?”

“huh, w-what, toru-“

“answer the question.”

you try to get up, annoyed by his words, but his arms crossed holds you firmly to his side.

“answer it.”

“i, well, i guess y-your pet.”

gojo lets out a hum before finally taking his arm off you. you think you’re free, that this was just him being weird for a moment, but you’re gravely mistaken.

“okay, pet. kneel.”

“wha, toru, this isn’t-“

“shush, pets don’t talk.” he leans to you, hand subtly grabbing your neck. “be a good girl and kneel when i tell you to.”

you swallow nervously, hands slightly trembling as you kneel on the couch in front of him. he snickers down at you, a smug smile on his face.

“now, unbuckle my belt.”

“toru, can’t we just do this like normal people-“

a sudden slap sends you nearly falling to the side. you hold your face, eyes now big and wide as they threaten to fill with tears. gojo huffs, softly grabbing your chin to bring your attention back to him.

“i said, take off my belt.”

you look at him for a moment before finally reaching your hands out, undoing and sliding off the garment and placing it next to you.

“now, take daddy’s cock out.”

you nearly protest again, nearly furrow your brows, but you quickly mask your anger and fear, taking out gojo’s hard cock from his pants. he groans at the release, his hips automatically shifting forward.

“c’mon, lick your treat.”

you give him a subtle glare as you begin to suck and kiss his cock, face warming at the way he looks down at you, a mere dog beneath his feet. his hand reaches into your hair and grips lightly, a mere hand of suggestion.

after a while, gojo lifts your head off and leans in, voice completely mocking now.

“stick your tongue out little puppy.”

you feel his grip in your hair tighten with every moment you don’t respond, and so you quickly stick your tongue out for him. he chuckles, rubbing your hair like you’re a child.

“bark for me.”

you give him a defiant gaze, but you can tell from the way he looks down at you that he is completely in power, and you defiance means only a measly chore for him.

and so you listen.

“arf! arf!”

“awww, good girl.” he pets your head again. “such a good little pet for me.”

your eyes glance towards the couch, wondering if this little charade is over yet. gojo directs your chin back to him, his own face warm.

“come on, up you get.” he slaps his thigh, signalling you up. you stand, hips directed to the couch before gojo quickly guides you to his cock. you whine and squirm slightly until he softly shushes you and whispers in your ear.

“calm, little puppy. daddy’s still gotta cum, alright?”

part 2 of this

squirting on your pervy neighbor!toji's cock all night

He’s fucking you stupid, legs hiked in the air, cocking stretching you open nearly splitting you in half. His big strong arms hold your legs behind your head, locking them in place as he drills his cock into you over and over again.

You’ve just been so horny lately and nothing has been able to satisfy you. Not your fingers, not your vibrator, not your dildo. Nothing. You needed the real thing. It was driving you crazy how much your poor pussy was throbbing, soaking wet at the thought of a thick cock breeding you, filling you up, making you cum until you were a stupid mess. The only person you knew who was willing to do just that…was of course your neighbor. The one who spies on you every night, watching you from his bedroom window while you squirt all over your dildo.

You’re not innocent either. A part of you puts on a show for him, getting off on him watching you, cumming to you, being obsessed with you. What could go wrong? He’s older and not to mention so damn attractive. His big muscles, and tall stature with a sculpted face and green eyes. God, you should’ve fucked him sooner if you knew it was going to be this good. The other guys you’ve been with don’t even compare to him by a long shot.

“Aweee, look at you squirting again,” he laughs breathlessly, still pumping his cock into your sopping wet hole.

You watch, fixated on the way his veiny cock fucks you…in and out…in and out…in and out. It’s addicting. At this point you’re convinced he can go all night, folding and twisting you into positions you never even thought possible. You can’t even speak, that’s how good it feels, that’s how much he’s clouded your brain. You’ve even gone far enough to let him record this whole thing and honestly, you can’t wait to watch it back and fuck yourself to it. He’s dumbed you down to nothing but a cock hungry slut.

No matter what, your pussy sucks him right back in, squeezing and clenching around him like you don’t want him to go. And you don’t. How could you let go of cock this good? You’d be insane to. He pulls out with a loud squelch, a loud whine leaving your lips with how empty you feel inside, pussy clenching around nothing. He laughs at you, tossing you onto your plush bed where he grabs your quivering legs and spreads them for the camera to see.

One, two, three slaps to your swollen clit, each slap making you jolt, whimpering, begging for more. “Such a dumb little thing, aren’t you baby?” He slaps your cunt again. “You just want nothing but cock, huh?” He coos, gripping your chin and placing a wet and sloppy kiss on your lips. His much larger frame mounts yours, tossing your legs over his shoulders, his cock slipping right inside, every inch going deeper and deeper until his balls are touching your ass.

His hips slam into yours, pinning you in place as he fucks you hard and deep. Incoherent mumbles are all that you can muster, your entire body overcome with so much pleasure and ecstasy that it goes limp. You were craving cock so much and you finally got it, but it seems like your body is never satisfied. Round after round, orgasm after orgasm…you need more. Before you know it, you’re squirting again, soaking your bedsheets below you.

He grunts loudly in your ear, each slam of his hips takes your breath away, leaving you gasping for air. It’s messy, sticky, all in between, but nothing you don’t love, nothing doesn’t make your cunt throb even harder for him. A lazy smile appears on your face, staring at the man above as he molded your pussy to the shape of his cock, burying himself so deep inside you it felt like you could feel him in your stomach.

“Look at the fucking smile. You’re loving this,” he rasps out. All you can do is nod, biting down on your lower lip as you imagined just how long he’s waited for this moment. You’ve always teased him, purposely asking for help, wearing your tightest and shortest clothes around him. All of that pent up energy was getting put to good use now. “Shitttt, this pussy is about to make me cum—oh fuck,” he moans, thrusting harder, sloppier. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…keep squeezing me, baby—yesss!”

He throbs inside of you, a loud and guttural moan echoing through the house as he bottoms out inside of you, hot spurts of cum coating your gummy walls, spilling from within you. “Nnngh! Nnngh!” He grunts, still cumming.

“More! More!” You beg, heart pounding against your chest. Lucky for you, he didn’t plan on stopping after just one orgasm. He began slamming into you again, both of moaning like a couple of pornstars—and at this rate you might as well be. Your cunt squelches loudly with each movement of his hips, more cum dripping down and creating a mess. His swollen tip nudges against your g-spot over and over, driving you to another orgasm quicker than you thought.

Your pussy gushes once again, screaming and shaking with pleasure. Toji pulls away, wanting to take in the sight of your juices mixing with his cum. He watches the way it drips down to your ass and then to the bed, a malevolent smirk on his face when you can’t stop quivering. “O-oh…fuckkkkk!” You clench the sheets with your fists, toes curled as your eyes roll to the back of your head.

He leans in, gripping your chin, his tongue slipping past your lips as he sloppily kissed you, biting at your bottom lip. You kiss him back, desperate and hungry, moaning into the kiss as he pulls you up towards him. His free hand roams your body, groping your marked tits and down to your ass, gripping the plump flesh and playfully spanking it. Both of you sit there just making out, chests pressed against each other.

He slowly pulls away, looking at you. You flutter your lashes at him, your lips wet and swollen from the kiss. “Bend over for me, baby,” he instructs, his hands guiding you in the position he wants. Your back is arched, ass high in the air, face in the mattress, giving him full view. “Look at your pussy covered in my cum…looks so damn good. Lemme show the camera, baby.” He reaches over, grabbing your phone. His fingers run along your sticky slit, filming the mess between your legs. “‘Mmmm, goddamn,” he whispers under his breath. “Should I make it more messy?” He pans the camera towards you where you’re looking back over your shoulder. You nod. “Yeah? Good girl.”

He spits right onto your asshole, letting the glob drip down to your cunt, using his thumb to rub it in. He does it once more, earning a small moan from you when he massages it in again. “You’re fucking perfect, you know that?” He watches the way your cunt clenches as he toys with your ass, knowing that he’s teasing you, wanting you to beg. “You like when I do that, hm?” He aims the phone towards you again.

Your eyes shut as you lick your lips, nodding at his question. “Feels good,” you mumble, pushing your ass back against him for more. “Feels really good.”

He aims it back down towards your ass, grabbing ahold of his cock as he rubs his dripping tip over your hole. “What about that, baby?” He hears you moan loudly into the sheets, earning a chuckle from him. “Such a nasty fucking girl for me, I love it. Keep pushing that ass against me.” He teases your hole more, rubbing his tip up and down, in circles, nudging against it as if it was going to push in.

“Mmmm, stop teasing please!” You’ve never done anal before but god was the thought of it making your pussy drip. “Please, please, I want it.” Like your hips have a mind of their own, you keep pushing against him, hoping to feel more, hoping to feel him inside. “Pleaseee—ahhh! Ah! Shit!” Your eyes widen, feeling the slow stretch as he pushes his tip inside. He waits until you’re slightly adjusted to push in more, allowing you to catch your breath.

He’s capturing this whole thing up close, watch the way you tightly wrap around his cock, and seeing you stretch open for him. He pushes in more, slowly, your body already so overwhelmed with pleasure that you didn’t expect to be squirting again. “Oh shit!” He laughs. “Damn, baby I didn’t even start and you’re squirting already.”

You cry out into the mattress, quivering below him as he slowly pushes in more, nearly bottoming out. “We’re almost there,” he lowly grunts, feeling you squeeze around him even more as you come down from your high. “Relax,” he softly says. Finally, every inch of him is in, and you know you’re in for a wild ride. If you already came just from him putting it in, how many times will you cum when he starts actually fucking you? He’s going to keep turning you into a dumb mess every hour. “Good girl. Keep still until you’re ready.”

It’s going to be a long night…

read part 1 here

apologies for how vile this is I was having a moment

Your knees ached as they dug into the floor below you, hands braced on Toji’s bare thighs to balance yourself as you lapped at his tip. He leaned back on his hands, the mattress dipping with his weight. “Good girl, keep going for me.”

He looked so hot like this. Inky hair fell in front of his eyes as he stared down at you, scarred lip curled into a smirk as he watched your lips part and stretch around the head of his cock. You stared back up at him, eyes wide and teary.

Moving your mouth down his length you began to take a couple more inches into your mouth which elicited a groan from Toji. He tipped his head back, resting a large hand on the back of your head to slowly push your mouth further down his cock.

Tears began to slip from your eyes as he delved deeper into your maw. “Aw, sweet girl. No need to cry,” he spoke softly as he brushed a thumb against your cheek, wiping away the tears.

He was so incredibly thick that it made your jaw ache. You had barely taken half of him, yet, it felt as if your mouth was already too full.

Your tongue traced over the vein that ran along the underside of his cock and Toji practically shuddered. “Hah — so good at this, aren’t you?” His hand pressed harder into the back of your head, forcing you to take him deeper. Drool slipped from your mouth, dribbling down your chin as you bobbed your head along his length.

Groans rumbled in Toji’s chest, his pale cheeks now tinted pink as his heavy chest rose and fell with each flick of your tongue against his dick. You relaxed your throat — or at least attempted to — while breathing through your nose as his fat tip nudged the back of it.

Toji moaned brokenly as you hollowed your cheeks, one hand coming to massage whatever you can’t fit inside your mouth.

“Hng — taking me so well, gorgeous. Gonna cum all over that pretty face,” he groaned, lidded eyes watching you try to nod with his thick cock sheathed down your throat.

His dick muffles your soft moans, face hot and wet from the mix of tears and drool. You look utterly wrecked from simply sucking him off — the sight makes Toji go insane.

His hips begin to move lazily into your mouth, that arrogant smirk still plastered on his handsome face. You watched as his abs tightened and felt him twitch inside your mouth. Toji pulled you off of his dick for a moment, allowing you to catch your breath while you fisted his cock. “Come on, baby,” he cooed teasingly, “You can take a little more.”

Toji’s high was quickly approaching, his hips began to buck into your face as you began to take him back into your mouth. His cock was flushed pink, hot, and heavy from how hard he was. Your tongue massaged the underside of his dick before lapping up the salty pre that dribbled from the tip.

Broken cries fell from your lips as he began to thrust into the heat of your mouth, desperately chasing his release.

Abruptly, he pulled you off once more, fisting himself in front of your face while muttering curses under his breath. “Oh fuck, let me paint your face, gorgeous. God — you’ll look so pretty.” Just as he finished his sentence Toji came, hot spurts sticking to your cheek, lips and nose as he continued to move his hand along his length.

By the time his orgasm finished, he was panting, watching how your face was now splattered with his cum.

Toji chuckled lowly to himself, “I have a new nickname for you.”

You stared up at him, unamused. “Don’t say it.”

“Whatever you say… babyface.”

May or may not go on a mini break to get away from writer's block but I listened to NC-17 today and my writing spark came back for a moment

keigo’s folding you as if he believes your body is malleable.

cock head hammering in and out of your greedy cunt, contorting the gushy walls inside that pretty lil’ womb he calls home, shaft snuggly squeezing throughout each little crevice it can find, stretching you wide open.

every last inch of skin is practically covered in him. dry trails of spit lingering on your clammy flesh, deep plum bruises blooming in the imprints of his teeth, the countless hours of devotion on your body claiming you for the world to see slowly yet surely leaving you deliriously slurring for more, drooling mouth pleading for his cock.

guard!toji and princess!reader

secret relationship…

it was nothing new to neither you or him. From the moment your father took him in, declared him leader protector of the place—of you, there was no denying the chemistry between you two. The stolen glances while you sat at the dinner table, Toji standing guard at the door, more fixated on you than anything. The soft touches of your hand as he helped you down from your horse, guiding you back to your room. The shared smiles as you both walked past each other in the halls. It was no secret for you and him what was there, yet everyone was blissfully unaware.

“You and I could get in so much trouble, Princess,” he chuckled, looking up at you as you rode his cock, bouncing your hips up and down.

“Mmmm, were you thinking about that before or after you made me cum?” You ran your hand down his chiseled torso, sweat coating the valley of his abs.

His rough hands traveled up your waist, ghosting over your skin until he reached your breasts, gently cupping them in his hands. A small whimper escaped from your throat, your cunt tightening around his cock as he began to grope them, his thumbs circling your nipples.

“Nnngh! Not fair—ah!”

Toji bucked his hips, planting his feet on your bed as he began to fuck into you. “Poor princess can’t get her way? Hm?” He mockingly said, watching the way your eyes began to roll back, your body relinquishing control to him. You fell forward on his chest, your sweaty bodies against each other as you gripped onto his shoulder, moans pouring from your mouth.

“Oh my god,” you breathlessly say, feeling his cock stretching you open, balls slapping against your ass. He knows just how you like to be fucked, disgustingly using it to his advantage to make you cum over and over again. “Please…keep going,” you gasp.”

“What’s your next—fuck—husband going to think when he finds out his princess isn’t an innocent virgin? And instead of him, it was me…me who took it—the princess’s guard,” he whispered into your ear, his hips slamming up into yours.

Your nails dug into his shoulder, screams of pleasure fill your bedroom. His arms wrap around your waist, hugging you closer to him. The sheer thought of being with another man like this was something you couldn’t bear. Toji was all of your firsts and you know how much it was forbidden, how much trouble you could get him into, but that didn’t matter when you were both with each other.

“You’re mine, Princess, even if you do get married off. I’ll be there in every corner of your mind, every wet dream, every kiss you share, and every orgasm you have.” He could feel you shake above him, your moans nearly turning into a cry, cumming around him for the third time tonight. Your toes curled, curses spilling from your lips and all he did was hold you, comfort you as you came down from your high.

His cock slipped out of you, both of you breathing heavy, the air thick with sweat and sex. Slowly, you sat up. He gazed at you from below, eyes heavy and strands of black hair stuck to his forehead. “I won’t marry,” you say.”

“Huh?” His brows furrow.

“I’ll deny every husband my father brings here if it means I can have you.” Your words are stern and Toji sits up on his elbows.

A sigh leaves his lips, his hand reaching for your face, caressing his thumb over your cheek. “You know you can’t do that—we can’t do that.”

“Toji, it’s been a year. I cannot ignore what we have any longer. No other man interests me. They’re all the same. I know my father won’t allow it, but—”

“But nothing.” He cuts you off. “We can only enjoy each other while we have the time, Princess.” He pulls you in for a deep kiss, his lips locking with yours. You savor every second, finding comfort in his warmth and scent.

It doesn’t make him feel any better that he cannot have you in the way he wants. The thought of someone else taking your hand in marriage, taking you away from him, it makes him angry, jealous, breaks his heart into a million pieces. He knows you like no one else does, and that’s worth more than some rich prince buying you the newest jewels or whatever royals buy.

Both of you will find a way. After all, he is yours and you are his.

you'd think a billionaire with infinite resources would just buy a damn candy factory when his sugar cravings hit. it should be that simple.

except, satoru is currently throwing a tantrum in his living room, aggressively tearing through his empty drawers like a deprived child.

"satoru, just use your black card," you sigh, barely glancing up from your phone. "order something. you look ridiculous."

"but that takes effort..." he lets out the biggest, most theatrical sigh ever in recorded history, rolling his shoulders with an annoyed click of his tongue whilst searching for whatever scraps are left.

and then, the furious rummaging suddenly comes to a halt. you can physically feel the moment his aquatic eyes pivot toward you upon realising: satoru is the strongest of his era (and apparently, the most charming as well). he doesn't need to order out when the sweetest dessert is sitting right on his couch.

before you can even brace yourself for impact, his muscly body traps you in, dropping his full mass onto you to pin your hips flush against the cushions. "get off me, you cocky idiot," you grumble, shoving uselessly at his shoulders. "i won't entertain whatever weird idea you have."

but he merely flashes that insufferable, shit-eating smirk, his fingers already sliding under your hem slyly. "c'monnn, don't be stingy. you wouldn't let your poor, hardworking satoru starve to death, would you?"

you roll your eyes and snap at him to cut it out, squirming and writhing beneath his deadweight to pry yourself free—but if there's one thing your friendship has taught you, it's that once satoru sets his mind to something, talking him out of it isn't an option.

fast forward twenty minutes, and any illusion of resistance has been thoroughly pulverized out of you.

now, you're sprawled bonelessly across his bed, your legs pinned wide over his broad shoulders while he buries his face disgustingly between your thighs. your cunt is a swollen mess, throbbing and pulsing around nothing as warm, sticky streams dribble down your thighs.

he’s already dragged two mind-melting orgasms out of you, leaving your stomach cramped and tight from the overload, but satoru hasn't given you a single second to catch your fucking breath. every time your body gives out to the ecstasy, his wet tongue just laps more sloppily at your sensitive clit, greedily drinking down the sweet nectar pulsing out of your core.

Hm.. Let’s see, shall we? Based on this request.

Tags: [SMUT/18+ and FLUFF] mdni, partner around 4’11 (~150 cm.)/ 5’2 (~157 cm.). Headcannons including in order: Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Nanami Kento, Toji Fushiguro and Ryomen Sukuna. Different AU’s. Started losing the plot halfway.

Gojo Satoru

Dating Gojo would be hard in a way… standing at 6 foot 3 and being the tallest out of the jjk cast, you would be breaking your neck to look up at him and well…he would be breaking his to look down at you.

But during the late hours of the day, Satoru would love to curl around you. Mindlessly hook an arm around your waist, bend his legs behind yours and make you curl into a ball pressed against his chest as his figure swallows you. Feeling his faint heartbeat against your back, smelling him over your shoulder. It would be cuddle heaven.

Your feet would hit his knees or the top of his calves at best, too lanky and too tall for you to be proportionate with him—but it fits. And it fits so well because he teases you about not reaching the highest points in the penthouse, but always helps when he’s around—happy with making himself useful for you.

In characteristic Gojo style, would definitely hide his candies in the highest points in the house so you won’t eat them. Would also lean on you—a hand over your head, his face pressed against your hair when he’s tired.

The man is clingy.

Satoru would be shameless in the way he would throw you around during sex, stretching you into different positions because of the easiness to manoeuvre you with your short limbs—making it perfect for him to fold you however he wants so he can reach those deep parts in you that has your brain turning mush.

A puddle of nothing, words melting together, thoughts meshing messily as he has one hand on the glass behind your head in the shower, and both your legs around his waist as he humps up into your gooey warmth mixing with the lukewarm water spraying you both.

Geto Suguru

Suguru would be indifferent about it in an endearing way. When he’d catch you staring too strongly at some models plastered around fashion magazines with legs stretching into miles—toned, slim and alluring—he’d just quietly shut the catalogue closed. Deep onyx eyes melting into your once you look up to find just pure love swimming behind his irises.

And he reminds you that you don’t need to look a certain way, be a certain way for anyone. Especially not for him when you downplay yourself and say that some tall girl would be a better match for him.

He’s never been much in it for looks, but with you he has everything. So he wouldn’t allow you to bash yourself.

He loves the way he can loom over you, assert a level of dominance in the bedroom you can only succumb to—as you can’t intimidate him that much when there’s such a height gap between the two of you.

Loves how you swim in his shirts, turning them into dresses almost, when you wear them after he spent the night marking every inch of your skin in dark purple marks that will follow you all day as you work.

Goes crazy in that silent, unnoticeable way of his when you get down on your knees without needing to sit on your ass to reach his hard-on. You’d be fooled by the stone-hard expression on his face and think he isn’t affected by you, but you know better.

Nanami Kento

Nanami becomes extra careful with a shorter partner. Mindful about cabinets, opening them for you and checking if you risk hitting your head on their bottom if they’re too up high for you—cupping the edge to protect your scalp.

Finds shops with clothes tailored to your size, takes your outfits to the seamstress quietly if needed—not having to even ask for your exact measurements because he knows them. Finds it funny how small your shoes are compared to his but keeps quiet incase you’re uncomfortable with it.

Refuses to let you shop at kids sections at stores, always prepared with a list of stores in his pocket he knows carries your size because he loves a well-dressed woman and his wife should be no less pampered.

Wonders how he succumbs so easily to someone half his size, his coworkers ask how it even works between the two of you and if you’re okay when—

Because Nanami is a packer. Beneath all of those stoic looks, crisp suits and rehearsed answers is a man who gets hearts in his eyes when he sees the sheer size of him poking through your uterus.

He’s a man who is filled with determination and control that somehow escapes out the door when he comes home from work, bends down to pick you up and ignores the stretch on his lower back, to take you to the bedroom immediately after a long day.

There is your husband who can use your flimsy underwear as handcuffs for when he rams you into the mattress with drool running down the sides of your face and a beefy cock splitting you apart.

Fushiguro Toji

Toji is unapologetically muscular. Born that way? Maybe. Yet, he’s somehow always on a bulk. Somehow always getting buffer, beefier, swallowing your figure tenfold every time he walks through that front door—covered in sweat, muscles glistening with hard work etched into them from the way they are pumping and begging you to jump on him. Sneak a bite, drag him into bed.

Toji likes keeping you full. Literally. Full of him. Likes seeing you waddle when you’re pregnant with his offspring.

Finds it amusing when Megumi surpasses you as a mere teenager, his genetics pushing through out of the bleu and overruling all of yours that were initially present when your son was a baby.

Messes your perfectly done hair when he pulls you to his side under his arm and feigns ignorance when you scold him about it.

Pulls the same hair when he’s giving you mean back shots, no remorse in his thrusts. Dipping his cock in your vicious pussy that keeps begging and begging for him.

Takes the advantage of the fact that you don’t have any possibility to wiggle out of his hold extremely.

Ryomen Sukuna

Grumbles like he’s being sent to hell when you force him to wash your hair in the bathroom, insinuating he use his fingernails to simulate a massage, but still does it anyway with that disgusted frown on his face.

Gets new silks to bathe you in every week because it’s easy to make clothes for you out of the scraps of his robes… they’re luxurious either way.

Loses you in his garden when you disappear behind a plant or tree that’s taller than you and complains about you always running when he can’t find you.

Hides you under his arm when he wants to sneak you somewhere within the temple without the maids knowing, when really, he could do anything and everything to you because the servants are so scared of him they’d rather be quiet than die.

Which is why he doesn’t bother to slap a hand over your pretty lips when you’re writhing under him, letting the foulest and loudest moans out into the air—not a single speck of your attention on how everyone else in the temple can hear the lord destroying his favourite concubine.

Makes you retreat to your chambers wearing his attire, his silk, his smell on you just so the other women crumble to ash at the sight. And you’re just as bad as him because you don’t think twice before padding across the temple barefoot and bare beneath his thin clothes.

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Hope it’s not too shabby for my first request… It was pretty difficult to have the headcannons height-focused because when people think of a certain height, they think of a certain body size too? And that’s not what I wanted to do.

Also was pretty hard because I wanted to mention things that kinda only happen to short people but it’s complicated when these men are so tall and strong, like they wouldn’t struggle picking up anything.

mdni.

“poor thing…had she forgotten me already?” toji’s fingers sink into the plush of your thighs, wrenching them even further apart as he lets his tongue roll out, a fat wad of spit splashing! against your puffy cunt.

you whine loudly, big eyes glancing down to where your bodies connect, or rather, attempting to, toji’s fat tip has barely made it past your impossibly tight first ring of muscle. it happens every time he leaves on a mission for too long— without his dick stretching your pretty hole daily, making it fit after a while is always a hardship.

“tojiiii—” your lips curl into the cutest pout, before they part again in a moan when he rolls his hips, a couple more inches managing to get swallowed by your pretty cunt. “thaaaat’s it,” he hums gruffly. “nice and slow, eh? aren’t you glad i’m going easy on you?”

you nod, fingers finding toji’s face, sliding up his cheek before getting tangled in his raven locks. he doesn’t even need you to tell him, folding over and effectively dwarfing you underneath him, lips finding yours in a filthy kiss. he uses the distraction to his advantage to thrust in further, greedily swallowing your cry as he licks inside your mouth.

you’re so wet there’s barely any friction against your walls, but his girth is so impressive you need a while to adjust. “please tell me you’re all the way in,” you gasp, open mouth moving against his. toji laughs, laughs at your wishful thinking.

“all the way in? ‘m barely over halfway in, gotta be a big, brave girl for me and take it all, hm? gonna do that for me?”

your other hand finds his shoulder, nails digging into the bloated muscle to leave red crescents. “j-just be quick, i want you to fuck me.”

his lips twist in a dangerous grin. “that, i can do.”

because when he finally does manage to bottom out, his merciful facade flies right out of the window. the moment his heavy balls meet the fat of your ass, he’s manhandling your legs up, up, up until your knees are brushing the sides of your face.

“toji, oh god— ah!” your head falls back against the pillows, neck forced at an awkward angle as he positively rearranges your guts. the sounds he coaxes out of your squelching pussy are sinful, sprays of slick coating his pelvis more with every angry thrust.

“theeeere she is,” he groans, full mouth of pearly whites on show as he grins, a crazed glint in his emerald eyes as he watches his cock disappearing and getting hugged by your snug walls over and over again. “see? just needed her toji to be gentle to take me like the naughty little thing she is.”

and it doesn’t take long for you to not be able to form an articulate sentence, let alone a thought, slurring and babbling toji’s name over and over in-between your screams of pleasure. his fat thumb draws tight, mean circles over your swollen clit, pad sliding smoothly after being stuffed in your mouth to get it all nice and wet.

“—mmh cum, m’ gonna cum!” you choke out right before your orgasm overtakes you, crashing into you so violently. you squeeze him so hard toji worries for a split second you might actually cut his dick off, but the thought is soon washed away by his own release, balls and abs tightening as he spills inside you.

he stays still for a few minutes after, hovering over you and panting until his arms feel too heavy, but he still makes sure to gently lower your legs before collapsing on the mattress next to you. you immediately curl into his side, a satisfied sigh leaving your lips as you feel his cum oozing out of your spent hole.

“y’know,” toji speaks up after a while, folding an arm under his head. “i feel like she needs a bit more stretching, i was away for a long time, wasn’t i? gotta get her back in shape.”

with that, you realized your night was far from done.

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this was not how you normally held tutoring sessions: legs tangled in the sheets, sweat slick between your bodies, and not a single piece of clothing on. yeah, this had to be a first.

sukuna’s face was covered in your slick, and by the looks of it, he wanted even more. he buried his face between your thighs for the nth time, and you tugged at his hair in protest.

“no! you need to answer another question first!” you said sternly. or at least, you tried to. you felt the gentle kitten licks he was leaving on your cunt and you folded at his touch. within seconds, you forgot what you were scolding him about, and he forced your thighs apart once more. he mumbled something against your skin, before kissing your thigh.

“hit me.” he said with a smirk. he was doing this on purpose. ignoring your urges to get back on track, only entertaining them when he had you like this—melting like putty in his hands, completely out of it and with only him on your mind.

“t-the probably of the…” your mind went blank on the problem as he pressed a kiss to your pussy before diving in again. you cried his name out as he lapped at your wet folds, thighs trembling as another orgasm threatened to crash over you. he bullied your poor cunt with his tongue, grunting and groaning as if he was in your place. just as you were about to reach the edge, he pulled away and laid on his stomach before you.

“sorry you know me, i tend to get distracted easily… you were saying?” sukuna took in your current state: pupils blown wide, chest heaving, and a look of hurt and confusion crossing your cute face. he immediately felt guilty and apologized.

“i’m sorry, that was fucked up of me. do you want me to keep going?” his eyes searched yours frantically, like he was panicking.

you averted your eyes. you were torn. you needed to actually make use of this session so it wouldn’t be all for nothing…but the way he went down on you felt heavenly. he was scarily good at it, making you feel so good, reaching places you didn’t even know existed, all with just his tongue.

“no pressure, we can go back to studying too. i’m fine with whatever.” he reassured you.

maybe it was the denial of orgasm. maybe you just weren’t in the best position to be responsible right now. whatever it was, you leaned forward and pulled him closer with smile.

“one more. just one ‘kuna.” you cupped his cheek, narrowing your eyes at him. he grinned and raised an eyebrow at you.

“you wanna ask me a question first, don’t you…” he asked reluctantly, leaning into your touch. you giggled and nodded.

“mhm!” he was catching on quite fast. at this rate, he could be the tutor next…

he groaned, but the smile never left face. “alright, ask me it.”

“is weight qualitative or quantitative data?”

“obviously it’s quantitative,” it was his turn to narrow his eyes at you, “did you seriously ask me an easy one on purpose?”

“err… maybe?” you replied all innocently, already spreading your legs wider for him.

“that’s cheating.” he scoffed, but inched forward anyway.

“nuh uh! it’s not cheating if i make the rules!”

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that thing has to be at least 11 inches. is that even healthy?

you never expected to be sprawled across your biology lab partners bed, pussy bare and aching, while he kneeled on the edge of the bed in front of you.

your eyes were wide as he finally tugged his boxers down. it had taken some convincing, because he had been mumbling something about “i don’t wanna hurt you” and relentlessly asking if you were sure. you had just assumed he was nervous.

which he absolutely was, you were his first everything after all, but really, he might’ve been even more nervous for you.

his dick was long, pink, and leaking. it had a slight curve and a large vein going up the underside.

much bigger than any you’d ever seen before, and probably any you would ever see again.

“uh.. is it- are you okay? i- i know it’s big…” he muttered, noticing your wide eyed expression. he reached out, placing a hand on your calf and stroking gently.

“mm- no, it’s good, cho. i just.. didn’t expect it.” you mutter lowly, attempting to keep your voice calm while staring at what was about to impale you in a matter of minutes.

choso nodded, crawling up the bed between your legs. he settled above you, hands on your hips firmly as he aligned himself with your entrance.

you felt his blunt tip poking against your lips, making you exhale sharply.

“j-just.. go slow, okay?” you mumble, not wanting to sound nervous. you had experience, you were supposed to be the one guiding him, right? how did the roles reverse so quick?

he nodded. “tell me to stop, okay..?” were the last words leaving his mouth before he slowly began pushing in, inch by inch, knocking the wind out of you with each one.

you whimpered at the fullness, and he was barely half way in. each of your sounds, whether from pain or pleasure, made choso’s hips pause to check if you were okay.

after a minute of going slowly and letting you adjust, he was finally in all the way. he stared into your eyes so deeply, his face flushed, breaths heavy.

“does it feel okay?” he asked quietly, brows pulled together nervously, like all he was concerned about was your pleasure.

you nod, breathing shakily and wrapping your legs around his waist. “s’good, cho. keep going.”

feeling your heels dig into his back and the way you looked up at him with your big eyes made it impossible to hold back any longer.

choso lost his virginity that night, and you lost your ability to walk for the next week.

❝ 𝓘 𝓚NOW, 𝓑ABY ❞

⌗ 𝓼atoru gojo coos you over the edge ! (˶˃𐃷˂˶) based off this (not a p!link), unprotected p in v, whipped!gojo, praise, pet names (baby/babygirl, sweetheart, angel)

the sounds in the once quiet room are obscene— breathy moans, loud squelching with each precise thrust of gojo's hips, and the bed frame thunking against the wall.

he's so deep inside you, you feel him in your throat. all you can do is claw at his broad back desperately, leaving angry red marks in your wake. "toru– ohfuck--!" you're struggling to catch your breath, "s'too much!" his pace is unrelenting, so the least he can do is talk you through it.

"m'sorry, babygirl, i know" his breath fans over your skin as he coos at you so sweetly, a direct opposite to the way he's fucking into you. "s'big, huh?" he's practically cradling you, holding you so close to his chest that you feel his heart beating a frantic rhythm against yours.

he pulls your face from hiding in the crook of his neck all to press gentle, reverent kisses over your flushed skin. "my precious girl," he praises, "doin' so good for me, my perfect baby" he moans softly when he feels your pussy flutter around him at his sweet words.

"there you go, you like that?" his voice isn't teasing in the slightest, all genuine loving words, all reserved for you.

that familiar heat is growing low in your belly, his cock hitting your g-spot only intensifying the pressure. "m'close– g'na make me cum--" you manage to breathe out some resemblance of a sentence, through his overwhelming affection and each word coming out as a moan, talking proves to be a bit difficult.

"yeah?" his voice is low and smooth, "y'can't help it, i know sweetheart," he rubs your arm tenderly, "gonna help you, okay? can i do that baby?" you can tell just how enamored he is by you, speaking to you and loving on you like you're the only person in the world, gazing at you like you hung the stars just for him.

you nod dumbly, not caring to ask what he means with how fucked-out you are, brain a pile of mush. before you can compute, he snakes his hand down between the two of you and finds your puffy folds, spreading them. you gasp, hands squeezing at his biceps. "s'okay" he reassures you, thumb finding your sensitive clit and rubbing tight circles on the bud.

it's enough to make you cry out in pleasure, enough to make you gush around his cock. gojo groans at the feeling, watching your expression in pure awe. "i know, baby" his pace never falters, so close to the edge himself. "there you go, let it all out–" his balls tighten up as he hits his peak, still holding you close, wanting there to be no space between the two of you. he fucks into you a few last times while spilling his warm release deep inside of you, a heady feeling.

he nearly pants, not bothering to pull out when he flops down beside you and pulls you to lay on his chest. you're worn out, and thoroughly satisfied. "did so good, sweet girl" he's smiling, cooing at you and scratching your back soothingly. you simply hum in response, words failing you.

he lets out a chuckle, "my sleepy angel..." his cheesy words could make you laugh if you weren't so spent, so you settle on curling into the comfort of him further, letting him pamper you with his voice.

as you both doze off, you swear you can hear him whisper a little "love you", and you know he means it. because you're all his, and he's all yours.

the happiest you've ever seen satoru gojo is when you told him he could fuck you without a condom for the first time.

it's not like he minded using them, in fact he still thinks it's responsible to use protection, even if you are on the pill. he just thinks he's lucky he gets to touch you at all.

but he has always wondered what your raw pussy would feel like, how your velvet heat would contract around his cock, no barrier separating the two of you.

you dragged him to your dorm after class and got right to the point, shoving your tongue down his throat and straddling him. not before long, his jeans were shoved down to his ankles and he was hovering over you, obviously very nervous.

"toru– just put it in" you groaned in annoyance, trying not to just fuck into him yourself.

"m'sorry..." he whined, pushing his glasses up with one finger and glancing down at where his dick sat against your glistening folds, throbbing and twitching with anticipation. just the sight pulled a little whimper from him. he's always cum a bit quicker than some of the other guy's you've dated, but he just can't help it! you're the first girl he's ever been with, probably the prettiest he's ever talked to.

"okay..." he took a breath, trying to calm himself down before reaching down and taking his cock in his hand, lining the leaking tip up with your entrance.

when he finally does push in, he's panting, grip on your hips so tight you know you'll have little finger tip shaped bruises there afterwards. "oh– fuuuuck–" he moans whorishly once he buries himself to the hilt, clenching his eyes shut and breathing so heavily you think he might pass out. your pussy is just so much more warm like this, he can feel every ridge of your gummy walls fluttering around him, begging him to move.

"m-move some" you breathe out, not used to how different his cock feels like this. your hands are braced on his broad shoulders, fingernails digging into his skin when he doesn't move a muscle.

his eyes are still closed, his glasses nearly falling off of his face. you can hear him whining faintly, body so stiff it's making you uncomfortable for him.

you decide to take matters into your own hands, bucking your hips up so his dick slides further into you. apparently, that was a bad idea when his reaction was an immediate iron grip on your hips, and loud, pathetic moan. "fuck!" he buries his flushed face in your neck, jaw slack and breath fanning against your skin.

he came. he came having not been inside you for even a minute. you can't help but huff a suprised sound, that soon turns into a full body laugh.

he lifts his head from the crook of your neck at that, eyes wide and glassy like he was going to cry. "don't laugh! s'not funny..." he's mortified, he came like a virgin just because of the lack of a little piece of plastic. "m'sorry baby..." he seems genuinely apologetic, he hates that he couldn't make you feel good.

you shush him, reaching up to card your fingers through his silky white hair, scratching his scalp lightly and watching as he leans into the contact. he's convinced you're mad at him, that you think he's pathetic. "i don't mind, toru" you coo, which earns a relived sigh from him in return. your voice is soothing when you speak, "let's go again, yeah?"

᧔ 両面宿儺 ❤︎ sukuna’s shy girl is a secret freak ᧓

𐚁 ₊˚ʚ c.w | smut :: swearing :: spanking :: degrading :: p in v :: hair pulling :: choking :: dom!sukuna :: begging :: condescending praise :: clit stimulation .

SUKUNA HAD you currently on your hands and knees, his hands holding firmly onto your waist, red marks forming under his fingertips. His hips smacked against your ass with each of his deep thrusts. Your whole body jerking forward each time.

Tears rolls down your face, not because it hurt but because it felt so good. You had always been a little shy in bed with Sukuna but tonight was different, you had been so desperate for him all day you couldn’t hide how much you needed him.

“Harder..” you whined, he slaps your ass hard, leaving a red mark blooming on your skin. “Yeah? You want to be fucked like a slut?” You could only moan in response.

He grabs a handful of your hair, tugging your head back, you back arching further. “What’s the magic word?” He taunted with a smug smirk on his face, but he had never expected his innocent girl to be begging to be fucked harder.

“P-please.” You choked out and he harshly lets go of your hair only to push your face into the pillows to hit at a deeper angle. He pulled his cock out almost all the way, till only the tip was in before slamming back into you. A broken moan escaping your lips, your fingers gripping the sheets beneath you, your tears staining the pillows.

“You like that, hm?” His cock hitting your cervix over and over again, hitting the perfect spots deep inside you. “Fuck, yes..” you moan out. A grin spreading across his face, he loved seeing this side of you that he had never experienced before.

He grabs your throat, pulling your head back up, squeezing it tight enough for you to feel it. Your breaths coming out uneven. “Such a fucking whore.”

His words make your walls flutter around his cock, feeling yourself get closer, and he felt it too. “You close?” He slows down his thrust purposely, pausing your upcoming orgasm. You whimper from the sudden slow movements, desperate to finish.

You try move back on him but his hand moves off your throat and to your ass, spanking it again as a warning, the slap echoing through the room. “Beg for it, doll.”

“Please,” you say desperately, tears falling down your face, his thrust slowly picking up the pace. “Please what?” He slaps your ass once again, harder than last time.

“Please.. please fuck me.” You sob out, a satisfied smirk tugging on his lips. His hand runs over your ass where he slapped it, soothing it over. “Good girl, that wasn’t so hard, hm?”

He returns back to pounding deep into you but not slowing down this time as your orgasm builds back up. Your breaths ragged as your body trembled, your walls clamping down around his cock making him curse under his breath.

His hand moves to find your clit, rubbing it quickly, dragging out your orgasm. Pleasure rushing through your body, a moan teared from your throat as the feeling of his cock pounding deep inside you and with his fingers on your clit at the same time your body was overwhelmed with pleasure.

The thrust soon become erratic as his own orgasm creeps up on him, his grip on your hips painful as he buried himself deep inside you, filling you up with his release, a deep groan slips past his lips.

He keeps his cock inside you as it starts to soften before eventually pulling out, your body collapsing against the bed. He chuckles lowly, patting your ass. “Didn’t think you could be such a slut.”

and they like kill everyone they don't like or who rejects them or talk shit about them, but then they start to kill anyone who pisses you off or tries to get with you.

and they are so sweet to you that you could never tell. they walk you to class and brush your hair out of your face and they haven't made any sexual moves but the intimacy is enough for you to there might be more.

but one night, halloween of course, you're at a party and these two huge guys in these black outfits with scream masks on suddenly start to attack people. screams shout out as people try to run, but it's too late; the doors are locked and the house just so happens to be in some secluded area surrounded by trees with bad wifi.

and so you try and run, try to hide, opting for a closet in one of the bedrooms. you smother your mouth with your hand and cry as silently as you can, body trembling in fear because you know you can't fight them off, but running would also be useless when you're half drunk and it's freezing outside.

you hide in there until it's quiet, and all you can here is them coming up the stairs and opening the door. they make subtle noises before one of them finally opens the closet door and squats, chuckling as his blue eyes look down on you.

"looky here. i knew you'd be hiding away somewhere. smart girl."

you can't help but let out a cry as the other stands next to him, his eyes almost blank as he looks down at you. you start to plead with them, voice all high and shaky when the closer one grabs you firmly by your ankles and starting dragging you out. you yelp when he throws you on the bed, quickly scrambling away until your back hits the headboard.

the two of them just tower over the bed, looking down at you with predatory gazes. whilst you cry and beg them, the more involved one leans down, speaking to you with a mockingly soft voice.

"don't worry, baby. we aint gonna hurt ya, just be good for us."

"take off your clothes." the serious one demands. the words aren't said maliciously, but instead that whatever he said was not an option.

"hey, slow down a little. she's gonna be a little scared, alright? we gotta get our little pet used to us first." the blue-eyed one says, before reaching out a bloodied hand to your knee.

“f–fuck… there ya go, sweetheart, take it all…”

zodyl’s got your ankles perched up on his shoulders as he heaved, pushing himself deep, deep inside you as he came.

“that’s… fuck, that’s your third one already, zodyl…” you panted, whimpering helplessly underneath him.

“shh, it’s okay. it’s okay,” he repeated, eyes blinking slowly before separating your legs to position them on either side of him, his thick cock still inside you, unmoving. “i– urghh…” he grunted, gulping as he came down and rested his head against your neck. “i have… so much more to give you, love.”

zodyl started thrusting again, slower this time, gentler.

he wasn’t all that talkative in bed, but his performance does more than make up for it with the way he fills you up, his cock taking up every inch inside you as your warm walls hug him.

the squelching only increases as he speeds up, and truthfully, you have no idea how he’s still going—he’s already came inside you three times prior with no breaks in between.

“g… gotta fill you up, baby… you have to— fu–fuck, yeah… you have to take it all, okay? keep it all in for me…”