poetic justice (choso's wife)

“T-Toji—ngh.” Babbling away stupidly, just as the tippy-top crown of his cock reaches for your throat. You swear you could taste the pre he was splashin’ on your cervix, feeling the wet ribbons trickle down after each of his thrusts.

And with only a harrowed grunt, Toji bends you even further into this mean mating press. Clenching your fists on the pillows underneath you and begging- “Please- fuck! What’s gotten into you all of a sudden, Toji?”

He’s just so lost on the soft clenching of your pussy walls, it takes him a few more strokes to even think of a coherent sentence. “Me?” Just one word. With a rude spank on top of your clit, he’s snarling out. “What- me? What makes you think something’s wrong with me, doll?”

“It’s- it’s just-” With a hiccuping whine, “-you’re being even rougher than usual.” Your head lolls somewhat backwards, at an angle that lets you glance at the ticking clock on your bedroom wall. “Not that I mind, but we’re almost going to miss the reservation-”

“So now you’re eager to see him, hm?”

You gape, “What- oh.”

So that was what it was about.

Yet another merciless spank! and he’s snickering at the filthy way your pussy starts quivering at the force of his fingertips. The sheer force. “Pah!” Toji scoffs, with a gusting breath. “Don’t tell me that’s why this hole of yours is so fuckin’ wet? Look at ‘er- she’s drooling. S’it because you’re- haaah, thinking of him while I fuck you, doll?”

“N-no…” Mewling, you’re trying to buck your hips lewdly into his.

And, noticing - because of course he notices - Toji’s ruthlessly slowing down his cadence. Giving you exactly what you didn’t want. He turns his pace from something fast into something else looooong and slow and sensual, just grazing his veiny shaft against your tiniest orifices. “No? Then why is she so- mmm, wet?”

You look down at where you two were connected with furrowed brows, “It’s not him that I’m wet for-”

Only for your boyfriend to interrupt you by fuckin’ spitting down at your cunt.

Until your puffy folds gleam with the added layer of sap, it smears all over and makes it even easier for Toji to slide his girthy cock into you. “Now ya are.” He’s slightly chuckling, before replacing his expression with a dramatically hurt one. “All for him now? Awww, and I thought you were mine, mama…”

“I am, I am.” You’re sobbing, throwing your arms over his muscular shoulders. You whimper out in a tiny voice, “Please just- ngh, fuck me harder.”

“And ah—” In almost punishment, Toji’s open palm comes slamming down on top of your clit again. All bruised and tender with his slaps. “Seems my girl only wants me because I fuck her- hah, right-” He snarls out, the edges of his canines catching on your ear lobe.

Every one of his words- no, more like every one of his syllables was being punctuated by one of his stabbing thrusts. Toji’s just so long that his cock reaches your every sweet spot, and you can feel him filling out even the entrance of your damn womb.

Just placing his red-hot tip there n’ swirling it around- your toes curl as you feel the pleasure zap through your body. Being molded to him. “Promise I don’t-”

“You don’t want me even for the gooood way I fuck this pussy, mama?” He’s asking with a faux gasp, swatting down at your slick-webbed cunt once more. “Ya hear that, kitty? Your momma’s such a- fuck- mean gal. You’re breaking my heart here…”

“Shut up.” Finally, you’re snapping at his theatrics. And you could’ve sworn that it just makes Toji’s painfully hard erection grow even harder—the circumference of his girth flaring even wider and sticking into your bundle of nerves, fucking you like he would reach past your cervix, if he physically could.

You’re clawing onto Toji’s broad shoulders, and he smiles at that sinful sting of marks you were leaving behind. Urging yourself up to him, “M’with you because you’re you.” 

“Yeah?” Panting, those pecs of his heave in a way that makes your mouth water. “Yer not thinking of that damn Shiu right now?”

“Never.” You shake your head fervently, and that definitely makes his cock swell up inside of you - you could feel the stretch. “K-kiss?”

And fuck- 

Toji’s shivering at your words, Toji’s letting his damn erection throb- every ounce of blood in his body sprinting down to where his crimson tip was poking against your cervix. “Kiss? But m’already kissing you, doll.”

“You…” Your eyes widen as you register just what he says - as you register the thump-thump-thump of him bruising the soft sponge of your cervix with his thrusts. Smooching. “Fuck- fuck, Toji.”

And then he’s speeding up, alternating between rude swipes at your g-spot to direct hits that open up your womb. Hit after hit after hit—he just couldn’t get enough of the way you’d throw your pretty head back and whimper at the feeling of him stirring your insides so well. “Well then—” He declares, “Since we’ve cleared that up-”

He doesn’t finish his sentence just yet, and you’re forced to blink away the tears clinging onto your lashes to try and see what he’s doing.

Because Toji just leans over to the bedside table right as he’s ramming his hips furiously into yours- not stopping, not even faltering a single split-second as he bashes in the cute nerves that makes you feel good. After a particularly hard stripe rubbed against your g-spot, you throw your head back in bliss.

Only for your entire body to startle at the feeling of something flat and frigid being pressed against the side of your face.

“T-Toji—!” You gasp, trying to turn and look at the glaring phone screen.

CALLER ID: Bastard (Shiu)

And Toji only leans in with a smirk- your legs thrown over his shoulder, your knees hitting your tits, his cock hitting your cervix like a drum. “Whaaaat?” Your boyfriend smugly drags out, “Why don’t you let our- hah! dear friend know that we’re going to be late, hm, doll?”

“You- hngh.” Cut off by the nth time he’s spanking your pulsating clit, and the sound of the line connecting. 

Toji rolls his hips so perfectly roughly into gooey pussy that you moan—

“Hello?”

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Just an hour or two or three (you’d sort of lost count…) later, you found yourself squeezed into the booth of some run-down ramen place near the center of town after missing your fancy reservation.

With Toji on your right.

And Shiu on your left.

“So…” The other man’s dark eyes move from the bite marks on your neck, to the way that every inch of Toji’s back and neck was clawed (as if your wobbly steps, the slight raspiness to your throat, wasn’t enough- oh, yes, and the phone call). It was obvious what had gone down. He takes a puff of his cigarette. 

But to Toji’s utter confusion, Shiu’s smirk only grows. “Have you ever heard of ah…two in one hole, sweetcheeks?”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - MANAGE(HER)

The entire office was gushing about the newest bouquet that your boyfriend had gotten you.

At least three dozen roses. Delivered straight to your desk. With a cute hand-written note that made you smile the instant you read it, keeping it away from prying eyes. 

“It’s just a note wishing me a good day and reminding me to take enough breaks.” You’re replying to anyone that asked and nudged you. And that only seemed to send them into more of a frenzy, just swooning secondhand.

“Oh, he sounds like such a Prince Charming. I don’t know why you keep him a secret- show us a picture, at least!”

“I bet he’s crazy handsome and she just doesn’t want us drooling over him. And this is like the third bouquet this month!”

“I wish I had someone hot and sweet enough to remind me to take care of myself.” 

One of the interns sighs, staring longingly at the bouquet. She’d been at the office for long enough now to know all about this mysterious, doting boyfriend of yours that half the office was in love with. “With the dating pool now? I’ll be single the rest of my life.”

“Oh, maybe it’s time- the pick here isn’t so bad.” Another employee besides you says, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Technically, company policy says we aren’t allowed to date co-workers- but just look at the hotties!”

Another snorts, “By hotties you mean Nanami Kento.”

At the mention of his name, Nanami looks up from his computer screen. All molten eyes that made you weak in the knees. A broad 6’2 frame. Such a gentle demeanour. Glasses.

The responsible manager. The quiet office crush.

Your boyfriend.

“Oh- maybe you’re right.” The intern’s voice snaps you out of your slight admiration, and you hoped no one noticed - lest you wanted to be reported to HR, let alone have someone think that you’re two-timing this boyfriend of yours (Nanami, but they didn’t know that). 

You’re looking up at her just as she nods with conviction to something the others say, “Right about what now?”

“I’m going to ask out Nanami Kento!”

Ah…you knew he was the office crush - quite understandable, honestly - but this was something else entirely. Though you can only smile.

“Mm, good luck.”

Because, really, the note had said: My office. 15 minutes.

And in less than that, you’re slamming Nanami Kento into his comfy office chair. His hand slipping past your satin skirt and onto the sides of your hips, his head throwing back every time you’re swirlin’ your wet cunt around his thick cock and clenching—

“Fuh-fuck!” Nanami’s panting out, looking at you through the blond strands that stick to his perspired scalp. And you can’t help but notice that there’s something in his tone that makes it sound like he’s breaking…“You feel so good- oh, you feel so fucking good.”

“Mhm—?” Just the way he liked it, your hips are coming down hard. Fast. Nanami loved when he could feel your wet cunt ride him like such a slut- right then n’ there on his chair.

Swallowing him maddeningly.

Jealously molding his exact thick size to your walls.

“Missed this fuckin’ pussy so much- you have n-no idea.” He’s warbling out, letting his dominant hand slip down to push aside your swollen folds. Taking a gooood long look down at you- “Was at a meeting today and all I could think about was your pretty cunt, my love. Fuuuuck, I had to run to the bathroom n’ relive myself because I kept imaginin’ how wet you’d feel- just like this.”

The flatness of his thumb grazes down your clit and you arch your back into it. He’s just sensually rolling it up and down, “O-oh, and what else, Kento?”

“Mmm, I was thinking that if I could-” And, oh, even remembering that filthy notion of his makes Nanami’s rock-hard erection grow even thicker inside of you. Filling out your walls. Rubbin’ his flared slit on your g-spot. “-then I’d have fucked you right there on the meeting table.” He growls.

“R-right there?” You gape.

“Right there.” Nanami’s straight nose bridge crinkles, snarling down at the specks of slick n’ precum that dribble out of you. Spraying due to the sheer force he was rutting up into you with- “Right in front of everyone.”

“F-fuuuuck—” Your head throws back, and he’s creaming out just a generous amount of pre against your sweetest spots. You grip onto his shoulders, “If the rest of the office could hear you right now then they wouldn’t believe it.”

“Oh, darlin’…” The edge of his stern lips quirk up into a sight smirk, “If they knew what I was doing to you in this office of mine, then they’d fucking faint.” Just then, his thick fingertips are pinching your clit.

And you swear you see white- he’s not giving you even a single second of mercy to get used to the zaps of pleasure before bangin’ at your g-spot all over again. He’s not giving you even a single second of mercy to get used to the stretch before the way you get even wetter makes him grow even harder. With you bouncing atop him, whining, “K-Ken, I think m’gonna-”

He’s not giving you even a single second of mercy before fucking you straight into your high. 

“C-cum.” Only too late do you manage to finish your sentence, and by then your head is already pounding with the rapid pulse of your orgasm. “Gonna- ngh, fuck!”

You cry out as you topple over the edge, spilling out a few tears that Nanami’s tongue laps up eagerly. His rough tastebuds take in every drop, “Eeeeasy there, my love.” Nanami gruffly grunts after each probe, sending flickers of pleasure throughout your entire body. “Easy- easy-”

One overlarge hand of his comes ‘round to hold your waist - your legs were aching with exertion, and he’s using that immense strength of his to manhandle you into riding him silly. Supporting you. Moving you with his bare strength. Just loooooong, aching massages of his vein-covered shaft on your walls. 

“M’here, m’here.” Nanami rasps with his smoky breath into your ear. His free hand slithers down to slide a thumb up n’ down your clit, like a button he was tracing. “Your Kento is- haah—” To pinch. “-here for you, darling. Cum for me.”

“Oh, just like that-” He was dragging out your wave of bliss so perfectly. Swabbin’ around his rotund tip against your g-spot until it felt all raw, until your entire body was buzzing with the electricity. 

Probing. And you can’t help but lean yourself down as you feel it tapering off- still jolting with the shockwaves, you’re grazing Nanami’s blushin’ red ears with your lips. And whispering, “Won’t you c-cum inside, Kento?”

His molten eyes widen, “Inside? Are you sure, my love?”  

“Positive.” As if to prove your point, you’re clenching your velvety walls so tight-tight-tiiiightly. “Want you in me me, now-”

So impatient.

But of course, he would never keep his pretty lady waiting.

With a few more thrusts, Nanami’s sloppily squelching out his cum. Jaw dropping. Brows furrowing. He can’t help but unplaster himself from the seat to push and push it all inside you.

It shoots all the way near your cervix, and clogs up your dewy insides- and you can just feel the hot syrup of it dripping down your walls, collecting at your entrance. “Mmm, just like that.” You’re gyrating your hips up and down, riding Nanami through his orgasm. Biting down on his neck, “Yes yes yes- just inside- ngh, like that.”

“You- haaaah, you say inside but-” He pants, and the finger tuggin’ between your pussylips starts pushing at the frothy of white cum that sprays out of you. Each wad he’s bullying back inside- “-you’re leaking, darling.”

“O-oops-” Your breath hitches. “I guess I’ll have to clean it up lat- Kento, what are you…”

Interrupted by the way he’s back to sliding your drenched panties into place, a slow smirk growing across Nanami’s handsome face. “Keep it inside.” You feel the splosh! of his seed ‘round your innards once he’s finally pulling out- finally finished. And smoothing down your panties with a tap, “Won’t you, my love?” Your boyfriend looks up at you through his pale lashes, “Let me know that this pretty pussy’s thinkin’ about me just as much as I am about her? Ngh, let others know?”

Oh, he knew about your slight jealousy. And you can only reply- “But of course, Kento.”

And after a few minutes of smoothing down your clothes and attempting to slick his hair back into the neat state it once was (a futile effort, honestly), you’re wobbling out of Nanami’s office. Tugging your skirt down, feeling his cum drench your thong-

“And remember to get the memo to me by Friday.” He calls out, smiling as he leans against the open door frame. You could feel Nanami’s stare on your ass—

“Will do, sir.” But two could play that game. And you make just about two steps out before you run into- oh, the intern. Staring at the interaction with wide eyes. Gawking at the bite mark on Nanami’s neck. Her mouth gapes-

“Mr. N-Nanami’s your…”

Very much so.

♡ GETO SUGURU - Mr. Cult Leader

You guess you couldn’t help it that Geto Suguru had many admirers.

Many, many admirers.

Part of it came with being the leader of his cult- ahem, his ‘Time Vessel Association’, and having so many people looking up to him. The other part of it came with having people join the association just because they loved the way he looked.

Not to be mistaken - you did, too. But having others throw out pick-up lines right in front of you, having others ogle Geto whenever he passed, did sometimes tick you off.

And what exactly did cult leader Mr. Geto Suguru do when you brought up the issue with him?

Well…

“Ngh, fuck—fuck.” Your voice brokenly echoes throughout every corner of the audience hall, where you were optimally positioned right in the middle of the raised platform where Geto usually conducted his speeches. 

In a fucking full nelson.

Hearing your whiny tone, you swear you feel him scorch out a heated snicker at the fact. Just as he feels you start to stutter n’ squirm around him, Geto’s spreading your legs even wider. “Atta girl, aaaaatta girl- let that pretty pussy of yours talk-”

“S’not my pussy talking.” Huffing out with a slight pout- that Geto’s easily fucking away with a few more vulgar strokes of his vein-decorated cock. 

And it just felt so good to have his zig-zagged pattern scouring your walls, lodging into every tender orifice that made you see stars. Thrust by thrust, your mouth starts to drop open with a waterfall of slick drool. “It’s- ngh, m-me—”

Something that he’s leaning in to lick off of your face. “How cuuuute. And you’re seriously gonna tell me that that’s you and not your- mmm, sweet pussy talking, gorgeous?” 

“I promise it’s- oh.” Geto’s bucking his hips in an almost animalistic way, makin’ the curve of his heavy balls strike the end of your cunt meanly. With a wet thwack! that makes you sing out in sinful sounds just in time with your squelching hole-

“See? See?” Geto huffs out in smug laughter, hearing your cunt get pummelled by him was like music to his ears. Inch after inch stretching out your insides, making such loud slurping noises. “She’s even louder than you- I always did make her so chatty. Might as well be talking out of that wet pussy, honey, huh?”

You’re struggling to answer with all the pressure being put on your lower body - and if there’s one thing you should know about Geto Suguru, it’s that he’s not a patient man.

Because after a few more thumps near the back of your pussy, his slender fingertips come down to pinch your clit. Not even hesitating. Not even softly. Until you’re sobbing out- “No- ngh, but it’s me talking…” Just so drunk on his sliding length that you were still stuck on that dirty little banter.

“S’that so—?” Geto hums, his tone darkening. And ultimately he’s letting out a slight sigh, “Well- since we can’t, mmm, agree- how about we ask the audience, gorgeous?”

Your jaw drops, “The…”

Right, you’d almost forgotten with how ruined you were on his throbbing, swollen cock.

And through the teary gaps of your eyes, you’re staring down at the rows upon rows of association members that sat with their heads bowed. Eyes on the floor. Startling when their leader pipes up from the stage, “Do you think she’s talking out of her pussy, my family?” He was claiming you right in front of them, and you knew that a few were squirming heatedly in their places. Peeking. 

A few mutters—mostly of ‘yes’ and it makes you arch your back with a whine, “Th-they’re wrong-”

“And now she’s saying you’re wrong, aw.” Geto pretends to pout, his pinkish lower lip jutting out in sympathy. “So bratty she’s being today- isn’t she, my family?”

And you don’t even get to see or hear what their response is this time, because Geto’s too busy tweaking your drivelling clit again and you see stars. With your body shivering, electricity running up your thighs, you’re splashin’ all down Geto’s pale wrist with your sweetened slick.

Which he has the audacity to remove with a wet plop! and bring up to his lips to lick clean- taking his long, long time.

“N-not-” Gasping, you’re squirming in his hold. And Geto’s beefy biceps only bulge even further as he keeps you pinned to him, with one hand underneath your thighs and creeping back towards your puffy clit, and the other gripping your throat. Tightening.

You thrash on top of him, “M’not m’not m’not- fuck!” Your head falls back across his sharp collarbone, and you can feel your head growing fuzzier. “I think I’m close, Suguru.”

“Oh, are you?”

And that was a tone that you knew didn’t bode well for your sweet cunt, the flared tip of his cock already throbbing in response. Geto doesn’t slow down his cadence for even one second as he calls out—“Do you think she deserves to cum, my family?”

Mostly ‘yes’ and some grunt of affirmation. 

It seems to be all that Geto needs to lurch his hips even harder against your own- so hard, in fact, that the skin ‘round his pelvic area had started to sting red. “You hear that?” He’s rasping in your ear, “All those members- alllll of the association you were hah- jealous of are tellin’ me that they want you to cum ‘round my cock, gorgeous.”

“Yes-” With a hand on his strong forearm, you claim red, red lines down his skin. “I want to, Suguru- m’gonna.”

“You’re gonna?” He repeats, just for you to hear. “In front of all these- ngh, people? You’re gonna claim my cock, let me fuck you through your orgasm- aren’t you?”

Bawling, rutting back into his length in tight bounces. “Yes- yes yes yes yes. Just a little longer-”

“Show them- show them all.” Gnawing down on your ear lobe, he leaves a mark to linger. “Show them how you make- ngh, use of me. Show them how you fuck- use me for your pleasure like a fucktoy. Show them how you’re gonna r-ruin me…”

With a pounding clench, you’re falling into your orgasm - hard and fast and hot. 

It’s as if your entire body was burning, every vessel in your body sizzling. Your toes curl. Your mouth drops open with a few sploshes of drool. You swear you see white- and your pussy makes the sloppiest noises as he’s fucking you through your wave of bliss. 

Waves upon waves.

Thrust upon thrust.

You’re barely even out of the woods for your current orgasm before Geto coos at the audience once more, “So…who thinks she deserves my cum now, my family?”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - Hey, emo boy

“He might not look like he gets bitches-” The whispers follow Choso as he walks through the crowded canteen, taking his usual seat at the only table without other occupants. “-but rumor is that dick is eleven inches.”

You scoff, overhearing the conversation taking place just behind you - honestly, didn’t anyone have decorum nowadays? Didn’t anyone have an understanding of time and place? Didn’t anyone have proof? Preferably in picture form?

“That can’t be true, can it?”

“Has anyone actually seen it-”

“No, rumor is he’s a virgin. I don’t think he’s even had his first kiss yet.” One of your department’s students sighs from behind you, “But oh, you should see what they say in the locker room…”

“I wonder what it would feel to-”

That was enough.

With your half-eaten mush of what could barely be considered a burger still on your tray, you’re stepping out of your seat and walking between the rows of benches to place it back for cleaning. Still mulling over the conversation that you were privy to, you don’t hear the other set of whispers that crop up in their place.

This time- ones about you.

“What a dream-”

“Man, that ass of hers looks amazing today-”

“She’s not taken, is she? I wanna try out my luck-”

And that’s all it was - harmless whispers, futile gossip to pass the time, perhaps spark a few rumors. But there was one man that was thoroughly invested in them—

Choso Kamo.

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Less than an hour later, you’re in the campus library, all ready for your first tutoring lesson with the infamous Choso Kamo.

Less than two hours later, you’re finding yourself stuffed behind one of the hidden bookshelves there. No one around these parts. Just the two of you. And more importantly—

You’re finding your dripping wet pussy stuffed with Choso’s cock. Hot and drivelling. Long and hard. He was just as lengthy as the rumors went, and each rude plunge left your cervix flooding with the lines or pre that he was emptying out. Splashin’ out maddeningly-

“Fuh-fuck…ngh.” Choso’s letting his pink lips wobble with the prettiest whimpers, rutting up against you from behind like a damn animal in heat. “Fuck fuck fuck-”

And then there was the fact that he had a cold, circular Prince Albert’s piercing. 

Right at the very edge of his bawling divot, he’s swiping his globular red tip against your g-spot after each word. Almost like punctuation, he’s snapping his hips furiously into yours- all the way until his skin flushes with the slamming impact. “You’re just so wet, baby.” Choso’s slender fingers dip down to slide between your glistening pussylips, he drives his thumb edge between your folds and feels for the wetness there. “S-soooo fuckin’ wet- tell me, s’this all for me?”

“Mhm—” Dragging out, just the mere sound of your voice is enough to get Choso’s fattened tip to twitch all the way near the back of your pussy. Sticking his piercing even deeper- “I think s’also from you, Cho.”

He’s grunting at that cute nickname you’re giving him, “What you do- hck! mean?”

“I mean…” It’s much easier to show him - much filthier, too. And without further ado, you’re slithering a hand down to spread apart your pussylips- just letting the warm trickle of slick and pre and ivory sap leak out of you.

A sight that Choso’s gasping at- and instantly darting one of his own hands down to plug back in. He’s not letting a single drop of seed go to waste, “I’ve cum?” He couldn’t quite believe it himself. “Did I cum just p-putting it in, baby?”

“You’re asking me?” You giggle out, “Mmm, of course you did, Choso.”

“Sh-shit.” He’s whispering to himself. Like he wanted to prove himself to you, Choso bucks into you with a hard push- probin’ that crowned tip of his all the way back the back of your womb. And then back out to do it again. And again. And again. “I can’t believe I’ve…”

You look over your shoulder at his slightly scrunched bows, “I think it’s cute, baby.” 

“But-”

“But—?”

He’s swirlin’ his fat tip around the end of your cervix, drawing a few patterns with his shaft that leaves you speechless. And you can follow each and every movement with the frigid sensation of his pierced shaft opening you up. Watching as you have to hold onto the wooden shelf to hold yourself up, he gropes the right side of your ass with a heavy gulp. “But I d-didn’t want to disappoint you…you didn’t know I was a virgin, did you?”

“Well…” You didn’t know how to tell him that you already had an idea from the rumors. “People talk.”

“I don’t want them talking anymore.” With a slight primal growl, you’re struck to your core when he’s gripping either side of your hips so hard now that you could feel the crescents of his nails digging into your skin. 

So strong.

Manhandling you to fuck back into his large cock. Choso was fucking you in the most filthy doggy position, with push after push of his blushin’ hot tip. He’s pressing that metallic orb from your g-spot and all the way down to your cervix, so rough that you swear you can feel him in your very throat. “Don’t want them saying- fuck-” The hefty size of his balls smack-smack-smack your cunt with each hammer, “-anything about you, baby.”

“Me—?” You’re batting your teary lashes over your shoulder at him. 

“Yes, you.” And Choso - poor, sweet, quiet Choso - had never sounded like this before. Had never pistoned his hips into yours like he was attacking your every geysering orifice. Had never claimed the inches inside your wet pussy, filling it up with the webs of his cum. “Not when I’m the one fucking this tight hole, when I’m the one with my cock filling you up.”

“Are you- oh.” Gasping at the sharp contact of his palm swatting the side of your ass - all this time, you’d assumed that Choso was the shy type. But now you’re realizing that he’d just smacked your ass.

“Don’t want them talkin’ about this pretty ass-” He rasps against the side of your face, leaning down so that you could feel his glissading abs. “-not when she’s mine.”

Oh. 

You weren’t sure which one of you two had grown more jealous from the rumors - you or him.

And at that moment you almost think that you have your answer, because with a slight whine- Choso’s feeling his slick tip slip against your womb. Just enough pressure to make you clench ferally around him- “And when we get out of- haaah, out of here.” He speaks, in-between thrusts.

“Y-yeah? Haaaah—” You’re moaning out, “What you’re you gonna do.”

“M’gonna make sure that everyone knows I’ve had my first kiss, mmm, here-” Slowly kissing your lips, he nibbles on them to claim them as truly his. “Aaaand—”

Before yet another spurt of his cum trickles out - again. 

It stains the back of your pussy, and Choso’s eyes roll to the back of his skull at the feeling of cumming all over again. Just from the feeling of your sweet, sweet pussy clenching. The globular tip of his piercing swirls around the sloppy goodness- and he doesn’t let a single droplet seep out, diverting them back in with his roverin’ fingertips.

“-h-here.” Choso grits out, pumping his cock in rabidly. One of his hands coming up to thumb down where his twitching shaft was bottoming out, “My first kiss here.”

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The next time you’re both entering the canteen, it’s with your hands intertwined.

“Did you hear? They say she took Choso’s first kiss in the library- and his first kiss, too.”

“I hear that apparently it really is as big as they say-”

“And I hear that he’s reeeeally possessive.”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - TWIN B!TCHES

“I just don’t like how she’s so obsessed with you, Kuna.” You’re huffing, your arms crossed in front of you. Narrowed eyes staring down…at where Sukuna had his head pushed between your legs. 

Despite that, it’s been about the fifth time in the last thirty minutes that you’ve been bringing up that member of the Fujiwara clan, that maddened sorcerer. And yet you still can’t stop- “If that Yorozu is well aware that you’re happily taken, then I don’t see why she thinks she had the right to just pursue you like that-”

“She’s a madwoman, ma- and don’t you go worrying that pretty head of yours over her.” He’s spitting- literally. A fat wad of saliva that strikes accurately on top of your clit and trickles down your folds, two out of his four hands hold apart your thighs so that he could see the vision better. “You should be thinking about more important things, instead.”

You’re raising a brow, trying to keep the sultry whines out of your voice- “Like what?”

“Like…” And the sleazy smirk that slashes across both of Sukuna’s mouths tell you that his next words were going to be anything but a rational suggestion. Anything. “Like whether I should fuck you pregnant before or after we get married.”

“O-oh.” Your mouth drops - you already knew that marriage was on the horizon for you and the King of Curses, but to hear him say it like this made your heart just race.

“Think about it.” Sukuna’s straightening his bulky body- pulling off of your swollen pussylips with a wet plop! 

Soon enough, you’re finding his dual hard tips spanking down on the front of your cunt. Red and hot. So hard that you swear you could count how many times he was throbbing- and as you’re squirming, Sukuna pins you to the ancient, king-sized bed with a hand clawed on your hip. “Ah ah- easy there. I told you to think, not jump around, woman.”

“Just want you so badly.” You’re grumbling, letting a slight squeal leave you when Sukuna guides both of his thick cocks down to your single hole.

With a gnarled hand cupping his hilts, Sukuna’s just lightly pushing between your pussylips. “Mmm, badly, huh?” And then reeling his hips back. “I can tell.” And then forth to tease your tight orifice again, juuuust stretching you out on his girths. “Can tell she wants me to-” And back out again. “-claim her already, little human.”

“Please-” Gasping, you’re throwing your hands over Sukuna’s tannish shoulders - where his attractive tattoos were just rippling with movement. “Inside, Kuna, inside—”

He listens to your wishes - somewhat. It was so much more fun to do whatever filthy act you wanted just enough that you start losing your mind begging him for more, more, more.

And so Sukuna’s double tips swab just inside- so fucking thick with his arousal that he can’t fit both inside your cunt at once. And so down between the globes of your ass his second stacked shaft is going, puckering up to your cute hole there. “But you see-” He starts out, so composed even though he was damn near shattering at the velvety clench of your cunt. “-s’why I told you to think, mama.” 

Sukuna mockingly taps at your head- and you’re just about to open your mouth with a rebuttal when he probes his fat thumb between your lips. 

“Suck.” He snickers, lavishly swirling his digits inside the cavern of your mouth. “Now…I have my hah- tips inside of you-” They throb, like they were trying to prove his point. “-n’ if I go any deeper you know m’gonna get you pregnant.”

Your jaw dangles open, “P-pregnant.”

“And the question isn’t ‘if’-” He cracks a smile, “-it’s ‘when’.” 

Your walls were closing in ‘round his sensitive slit, and the King of Curses has to fucking gnaw down on his plush lower lip to stop himself from whining at the feeling. His second cursed mouth starts to drool, with the slippery tip of his tongue escaping to slurp on your clit-

“After- hah, after our marriage would be proper customs.” Leaning down so that his stomach mouth lathers all down your core, toying on your sensitive nub. You feel his abs. His hungry body. “But before let’s me show ya off to everyone sooner- especially those silly humans that you get jealous over. Heh, before could be…”

“Y-yes?” Your cheeks stream with tears, a wet polish as he squeezes into you.

One of his long lengths pryin’ aside your glossy folds to fill up your cunt, and the other doubly penetrating you at your other hole. It was a stretch like you’ve never experienced before- “Could be now.” He’s somehow managing to bottom out - somehow - and you’re squealing out at the molding of your gummy walls. There’s an almost crazed glint in Sukuna’s eyes right about now- “I could get you pregnant now, mama.”

“Now- fuck-” You’re repeating, in awe at the way his prolonged intrusions tunnelled their way inside- and Sukuna was thrusting. Fast. Feverish. Half-thrusts that doesn’t wait for you to get used to the stretch before he’s fucking you silly. “Wan’ it now, Kuna-”

“Mm, and that’s what my beautiful wife is going to get.” He’s tittering- oh, it was just so cute the way you gawked at the words. 

“Sukuna, that’s so-”

“Sh-shut it, brat.”

To which he’s only responding with the sloppiest strokes. Bash after bash. His twin cocks stretching out each hole, your sweetest spots. Probin’ into your slick cervix, he’s filling it up with the dollops of his pre as if preparing you for something else later. 

“Tch- don’t think that just because of that  m’gonna go easy on this pussy.” Sukuna scoffs, and you swear you catch the tips of his ears burning bright crimson. “In fact- I’ve only gotta fuck you harder, can’t let this cute hole forget me- oh, I need to have your pussy feelin’ it still whenever you think some harlot is flirting with me again.” Snarl turning into a smirk, “If the baby that’s gonna be growin’ in you doesn’t give them the message, that is, h-heh…”

“Yes-” Not just because of his furious rubbin’ on your sweetest spots- you swear you could’ve cum right then and there at the feeling of his long, long cursed tongue snaking up to draw an ‘X’ exactly where he was bottoming out.

Like he was marking the end of a treasure map, Sukuna then presses one of his palms down where his double cylindrical outlines made an appearance. So big that he was fucking a cute lil’ tummy bulge into you, “Yes yes yes- right there, hck!”

“I know s’right there, woman.” Those crimson eyes of his roll, “I’ve got it marked out at my final target already- hah! Just gotta-” Spurting out hot loads of precum, “-gotta fuck a baby into ya now, brat. Gonna make you an actual mama. And then alllll those other lil’ humans of yours are gonna see, gonna know.”

The tip of his cock jolts at the notion- “Sh-shit-”

“Ohhh, yeah they’re gonna know.” He grins at the thought of anyone looking at you and knowing just what he did to you. “They’re gonna know how well I fucked this tight hole- how well I filled her up- ngh, they’re gonna know. And you just have to take- no…you just have to think, mama.” 

“Think of what?” You blubber.

“Baby names.”

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It’s a few months later that your marriage to the infamous King of Curses is announced. And as the declaration was read out in the village center, you could spot a few teary eyes in the crowd (Yorozu in particular had to be held back by a few of her attendants).

But you didn’t care- you didn’t look at her. Your eyes were only for Sukuna, who laid a hand to rest on the curve of your full, glowing stomach. Twins, the doctor said.

♡ INO TAKUMA - Gymbro?!

There was just a slight problem with the fact that you and Ino went to the gym.

No, it wasn’t anything to do with the machines, or the monthly fees, or even the grumpy manager that manned the reception desk. No, it had everything to do with the stares.

From the moment you’d entered through those doors, dressed in that cute lil’ get-up that was fresh off the rack for your new membership- Ino right behind you. He was always lingering a step or two behind, no matter how much you tried to match his slow pace.

He was just…taking in the view from behind.

And the problem arose when everyone else seemed to, too.

“Damn…she’s smoking.”

“Who’s that behind her- you think it’s a brother or someone?”

“I bet. Who cares either way, go n’ talk to her, bro.”

All those whispers. Coming out like a hurricane, and Ino could only grit his teeth and pretend he couldn’t hear- he had to keep his pace. At least, for now. You’d just been so excited on getting a couples’ deal for this gym, and he couldn’t ruin it in the very first week, could he?

So he bore with it. He did.

And you did, too.

It had started off slow, and you hadn’t noticed it the first time you’d worked out at the gym. But that sparse whisper on the first day had doubled on the second day. Then the third. The fourth. The—

You got the point. You really did - Ino Takuma was hot.

And after less than two weeks at the gym, you could tell that half of the gym-goers at your usual time found their eyes straying to the man.

“Oh! There he is again, he’s so cute-”

“He seems like that skater boy type, you know what I mean? My favorite.”

“I’m thinking of asking for his number after this rep today-”

And unlike Ino, you weren’t quite patient. 

“Fuck, sweetness…ngh.” He’s clapping a trembling palm over his maw, trying his very best to hold in the whimpers n’ whines that threatened to pour out of him. “Are you s-sure that we should be doing this here?”

“Why? Something the matter—” You’re looking up at him through your lashes, pinning him against the locker room stall- only a slight semblance of privacy. Ino’s strong arms were holding your hips up - one lifting your thigh up to straddle his thrusting hips, the other held onto your waist. Turning particularly breathy when his flared tip rubs up cutely against your sweet spot, “-Taku?”

And something in his expression just seems to break. With his pink lips falling agape, head lolling like he wanted to throw it back like in bed. “Ohhh, th-that’s unfair, pretty, you know what that does to me.”

“Oh, do I?” Innocently asking, “I don’t think I know what you mean, Taku.”

“You know what I mean-” Letting go of your waist for a brief moment to grab ahold of your throat, he’s spitting straight into the middle of your tastebuds. “Look at the way you’re n-ngh, fucking me. Look at the way you’re using that nickname. Look at the way you’re, oh, dressin’ up like that.” He mutters, “Got half the gym droolin’ over you.”

You’re gaping, “Me? And what about you?”

He’s looking slightly confused, “What about me?”

“Why else do you think I dragged you here before we even got started on our- mmm, second set.” 

Roughly, you pull on the tawny curls at the base of Ino’s nape- and it’s enough to make his bulbous red tip throb, growing even bigger inside of you.

His flared slit was just so sensitive that a slight tear leaves Ino’s eyes when you clench ‘round him there. Just your deepest depths being pummeled by his hips, you whine. “Do you even know how pretty you are, Taku?”

You’re tugging even harder on his hair and he…whimpers. “N-no?”

“Just the prettiest ever.” Truly. His doe eyes were glittering with pussydrunk tears already. Long lashes. Flushed cheeks. Washboard abs. Perspired bangs. His spit-slicked lips were panting out your name like a mantra, every time the crown of his shaft emptied out in lengthy lines of precum inside of you. 

You’re pushing back on his chocolate strands of hair, and the graze of your nails on his scalp makes him shiver just a bit. “You’re so pretty, Taku. Makes me- hmpf, jealous that everyone looks at you.”

“And it makes me jealous when those stupid fuckin’ gymbros look at you.” Ino hums, instantly claiming your mouth to kiss it. Such a sloppy, sloppy kiss. “Should know that you’re mine.”

“Mmm, I am.”

“I want them to know-” He’s tunneling his crowned head inside, using that overspilling divot like a searchlight to swab into your every hidden spot. Again. And again and again. And again. “Gonna fuck you till they know-”

“Fuh-fuck.” Your hand slams against the tiled wall, a ringing slap that you hope no one was outside to hear. “Harder, baby, harder.”

“Anything you want, sweetness.” 

And the next thing you know- Ino’s gripping your throat instead of your waist, using the leverage to manhandle your restless body down into his. And the tufts of brown hair at the edge of his base scritch-scratch your throbbing clit to soothe a carnal itch, “Anything- anything.” He repeats, his other hand hikes your thigh further up those slender hips of his. 

And you can feel the glide of his abs against your front, “M’not letting you walk out here until you can’t. Until I’ve given you enough of a workout that you don’t need to be ogled by those gymbros outside.”

“And you don’t need to have your number asked by the other half of the- mm, gym.” You’re babbling away, holding on tight to him. Tight enough that you’re leaving a few marks down his arms, his shoulders- a pretty hickey on his neck.

“Would never even dream of it.” He breathes, slightly shattered by your possessive display. Oh—that made him so hard that he was practically squirting out liquid sap at the back of your throat. “M’only yours.”

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The next time you’re coming to the gym, most of those ‘gymbros’ that Ino had told you about pointedly avoid your eyes. And you’re noticing with a slight startle that those who’d previously talked about asking your boyfriend out remained quiet now.

Perhaps it was the bite marks still on his neck (and yours), perhaps it was the little…escapade that you two had last time. But you don’t mind it - not one bit.

“C’mon, sweetness.” Ino tugs on your intertwined hands, “I wanna show off how much I can bench.”

♡ GOJO SATORU - Rich man!

“Sa-Satoru-” Breath hitching with whines, saliva bubbling up in your throat after each n’ every time that his swollen cock pummels inside your cunt. “Fuck, Satoru, what- who are you even jealous of again?”

“Why- myself, sweetheart.” The Strongest scoffs, as if the answer should be utterly obvious to you. Before his handsome face then splits into such a simpering smile, and he’s cooing. “Awww, are you too drunk on m’cock to remember?”

Grasping the headboard, you bawl out in sensitivity. “I remember—” You were just making sure.

“Shhh, no need to be shy—” He’s reassuring you- and you swear that his bulbous red tip only grows fatter at this. Feeling the carnal stretch opening you up, you can’t stop yourself from holding onto the wooden headboard and trying to scramble away from his sheer girth-

Only for Gojo to glue both his hands upon either side of your hips and drag-drag-draaaag your limp body down onto his driving hips. Already so tired. Already overworked - only he could ever have this much stamina. “M’just reclaiming this pretty hole of yours- ngh, lettin’ her remember just who her number one is, aren’t I?” His flickering thumb snakes down to toy with your clit, and it’s enough to make you jolt. “Me- it’s me.”

“Yes-” You’re pushing back against his cadence with sloppy ruts of your own- which only makes the sorcerer above you go even harder. Spanking his toned v-line against the globes of your ass. “Yes yes yes yes-”

“Mmm—” Gojo’s mouth waters at the sluuuurp of cum that drips out of your raw hole, drenching his fingertips and- fuck, he’s bringing it up to his mouth to suck. “And it’s gonna always be me, hm?”

The very same mantra that he’s been repeating for hours.

Hours and hours ago, actually.

When Gojo had just casually asked you during bed when your favorite ahem- time was. And he was already growing nervous by the way you were taking some time to think, ultimately claiming that- “Hmm, probably our wedding night, Satoru. Because of the reception and the feel-”

You hadn’t even been able to finish your sentence before he was on you n’ tugging down those flimsy cotton sleep shorts of yours. 

Because what did you mean that every time wasn’t your favorite time—the betrayal!

It’s what he would have answered, alright? So Gojo knew that tonight he had to beat the ravenous man he was on his wedding night - even more greedy to feel your soft, wet pussy wrapped around his cock. Even more ravenous.

He’s bottoming-out his pulsing girth at the back of your pussy with a filthy thud! for the nth time tonight. And it makes Gojo fucking chuckle to feel the wads of cum that he was stirrin’ up inside- “Ah ah- come off of it, my wife.”

You’re shivering as he lightly zaps your treacly cunt with his cursed energy, snapping you out of your reverie. “Oh- shit.” Looking over your shoulder with teary eyes, “Being so mean, Satoru.”

His blessed eyes flash, “Well, what did you expect when you said the name of another man-”

“It was you—fuck.”

“And that just means I hafta fuck you even harder, sweetheart. Even better.” His thick cock was just rovering so perfectly- you didn’t know whether Gojo was using his Six Eyes on purpose, or whether it was just out of control now, but he was using it lecherously to stab against your sultry bundle of nerves. 

Scraping every carnal inch inside of you, “Stuff you with so much of my cum that you won’t be able to remember- ngh, anything but tonight.” He spurts out a raw gush of something white n’ wet that isn’t exactly cum - not yet…but he was close. “That you’ll be able to feel me in yer fucking throat and that cute mouth of yours won’t be able to talk about a-anything but me tonight.” Taking on a slightly higher pitch, almost gone. Almost grazed. “Me me me- me-”

“And if I can’t fit anymore, Satoru?” You’re asking- though you already know that he’ll find a way regardless. 

But just to feel him as the cursed energy coating his fingertips flare- “Then—” Just sending shockwaves throughout your entire body- you think you’re crashing into your nth high of the night before you even realize that it’s close. Body shaking. Toes curling. 

With his eyes narrowed into something primal, he’s huffing out a dark chuckle at just how cute you look like this. Holding you through your orgasm, his probin’ tip pushes in incessantly- “You will.” Just confidently announcing, he watches as you thrash against the sensitivity of your high. Despite your mewling whines, he’s swabbin’ that split-ended tip of his down your nerves. “Because you took me on our wedding night, sweetheart–”

“A-and?” Sobs hatching at your throat after every peak that he can see with those glowing blue eyes of his. 

“And that means, I might be bigger-” As if on cue, his flared mushroomy tip widens just a bit more inside of you. “I might be- hngh, better.” Stopping at your g-spot precisely, “But m’still me- and you’re gonna take- me- too- aren’t you?”

“Yes-” Your hands claw down the stained bedsheets- which Gojo promptly removes to place them on his own body. His beefy arms. His neck. To let you claw him up wildly— “So just shut up and cum, Toru…”

“Anything for you, my wife.”

With the loudest, most lecherous sluuuurp he’s bottoming-out and pushing in deep against your cervix as he feels his high overcome him. In waves of shocking euphoria, in a heat that takes over his entire body. 

Gojo smears aside the gumdrops of cum from earlier aside and—

And he’s cumming dry.

“Fuck!” With such rude spanks, Gojo’s fucking you even harder - rut after rut, it likely almost sounded like a crime scene with the bed shattering, and his hips rolling. “Fuck- fuck- fuck- fuck—”

“Satoru—”

But when that doesn’t wring out any more oozing ribbons of cum from him, he seethes. “Fuck, m’cumming dry-” Instantly snapping his head to you, “I didn’t do that on our wedding night, did I, sweetheart?”

You were too drunk on the feeling of his throbbing - aching - stuffed fully inside of you to even answer properly, taking a few seconds to catch your breath. “I don’t…think so?”

“Fuck!” And you didn’t know whether that was a good sign or not, but Gojo’s pale brows scrunch in concentration. “So that means…”

And before you can ask him what exactly that means, Gojo’s pulling his length out with a dampened squeeelch- barely even taking the time to admire the sheen of ivory sap that glues your thighs together as he usually would. He’s flipping you with no stain onto your back and instantly throwing your legs over his shoulders, heels on his back, pinned with one arm held behind his neck and holding your ankles together.

Gojo’s folding you in half like some sort of fucking lawn chair, until his forehead plasters against your own. And his hot breath gusts out, “So you know what reverse cursed energy is, right, my girl?”

♡ HIGURUMA HIROMI - Marriage(d) Attorney.

“Your client said what-”

“Asked me out for dinner.” Higuruma sighs- though, you know it’s not at you (never at you) but rather at the somewhat…interesting experience that he’d had with a client just today. “And it was right after I signed their divorce papers, too- in front of the ex-husband!”

You’re raising your brows, “And what did you say?”

“Well of course I rejected her.” That part should be obvious - after all, Higuruma only had eyes for you. He holds you tighter against his toned front, and you could feel each ridge of his chiselled muscles. “Showed off my framed picture of you on my desk, too- you look beautiful in that, by the way, angel.”

“Why thank you, baby.”

He’s grinning now- perhaps at the memory, perhaps at the fact that you were now slipping up your gauzy nightgown and trying to move back against his pulsating length. Your back against his front. Him inside. “Easy there, sugar, m’not done with my story yet- anyways, her ex-husband damn near fainted.”

With a slight huff, you’re stopping your ministrations- legs all shaky after you’d been cockwarming your husband for hours now. “Out of secondhand embarrassment?”

“Perhaps.” And honestly- Higuruma was practically on the verge of his own sanity, too. Because with the one-word response, he’s slightly rutting his cock. Juuust slightly nudging that crowned tip in a vertical line down your cervix, “Or perhaps you were just too beautiful to handle, angel.”

“Oh stop- fuck.”

You’re being cut off by the sensation of his girthy circumference pushin’ in even deeper- like he would fuck you further than that if he had the chance. So prolonged that you think he just might, “And I can’t lie, sugar. That made me just a little…jealous.”

“Sh-shit-” Trying to push against his strong forearms, clawing down his pale expanse. Your hips were squirming but it was futile, he was pining you down and siiiiiinking his mean cock in and out. “Hiromi, oh my god-”

But Higuruma was giving you exactly what that honeyed cunt of yours was craving. Shovelling his flared ridge inside, inch by solid inch, you were being split apart by his incredible length-

“Because who was he to look at my- hah, beautiful wife that way?” Higuruma babbles, and you notice that his deep bass was taking on more of a huskier tone. Like something was snapping, something was clawing at the seams- “Who was he to dare think he’d amount to anything even worthy of being- mm, beside you-” Fuck, a rude pull on your hips leaves you reeling. “Even I shall never be.”

“What- what do you mean- oh, you’re in so deep.” You can’t get your mind off of the sheer stretch, Higuruma was now rawly probin’ his way in and out. “You’re perfect, Hiromi-”

“But to you—” He’s insisting, despite the hazy way his mind was refusing to work right now. The only thing that sensible, smart Higuruma could think of was anglin’ his hips so that the crowned top of his shaft would reach inside with a thud-thud-thud. “You only deserve the best, my wife.”

“Ngh- that’s why I married a divorce attorney.” You’re joking, only for your head to fall back against the pillows as he smacks the roof of your cunt.

You could feel the rotund bulge of his cock, roverin’ down your channel for just a bit before Higuruma was using it to pinpoint your exact g-spot. So precise. So lecherous. “Mmm, n’ that’s why I don’t plan on ever letting you go, sugar~”

Somehow, your cunt liked the thought of that.

And you’re arching your back into the sensual pace that he was granting on your pussy, turning your head over your shoulder to look at him. “Then why don’t you fuh-fuck me harder, Hiromi.”

He arches a brow, “You sure, angel- it’s late and I don’t wish to overexert y-”

“Shut up and fuck me.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

In practically no time, Higuruma’s jostling your sweaty bodies slightly - so that you’re on your stomach, and your husband’s pounding his slick-glazed cock into you from behind. Pound after pound after pound. 

All in the meanest prone bone position.

He lets his ribbony pre slip into you from behind, all puddlin’ up at the bottom of your pussy. And you’re whining when this sudden position means you can feel Higuruma hit every inch inside of your slick channel, “Shit- just like that, Hiromi. Ngh- it feels so good.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Higuruma repeats, almost like a mantra. With every thorough push against your velvety cervix, you’re noticing that he breaks out in a slight..whimper. “Yes- yes yes- yes. Don’t know how lucky I am to ngh, have you.”

Sensually, Higuruma’s soft lips cascade in pecks from your shoulder, to your back, down the line of your spine. Then to your own spittle-flooded maw, “To have your sweet, sweet mouth.”

You’re shivering as you feel the tender sensation- so at odds with the way that his cock was so thoroughly opening up every ridge and surface of your insides. Activating even the tiniest bundle of nerves until you’re seeing stars behind your eyes, “To have this pretty pussy of yours.” He continues, and you don’t know if you’re even of the right mind to be able to piece together his words.

“To have those- fuck, filthy noises.” He’s huffin’ out in response to the constant moans that escape whenever Higuruma planted a particularly hard thrust against your insides. “To have your…”

And as he trails off, you’re looking over your shoulder. “My what, baby?”

He takes his time answering. He takes his time rovering a hand underneath your stomach, cupping your front just where the blushin’ hot tip of his cock was hammering into you - into your womb. “To have this—” You’re almost wondering exactly what he meant by that- when Higuruma answers himself. “Angel, did you know that prone bone is one of the most…efficient positions for- hngh, conception?”

Oh.

The next time you decide to pay Higuruma a visit at his office, it’s just a few months later - to which, lo and behold, you’re running into the very same client that he’d told you about that night (at least…you’re assuming it is so, given the way they were at the reception, demanding to know why Higuruma wasn’t answering their calls outside of anything work-related). He’d mentioned that this particular client had been coming ‘round the office lately attempting to woo him into dinner - and you knew just how to take care of it.

“I was demanded full client satisfaction!” Banging a hand down on the poor receptionist’s desk, “And I haven’t gotten that just yet- though, he could make it up to me with dinn-”

“Excuse me, apologies for interrupting.” You didn’t feel one shred of apology for interrupting, and you calmly cut into the altercation. With a sigh of relief, you notice that the receptionist reaches for the phone for security for good now. “But would you like to pass on a message to my husband?”

Their eyes bulge, “You’re the…”

“Ah- of course.” With a slight chuckle, you place your hand on top of your stomach- the bump was slightly showing by now. “Has he introduced me as his wife or the future mother of his child?”

A/N. Also how are we feeling ab the slightly longer plot?!

You didn’t like the way the trees looked at you.

That was the first warning. Not the fog, or the stories Robin told over dinner about cursed sailors. Not even Nami's gut feeling, which she never ignored but did this time.

No. It was the trees. They didn’t move with the wind. They seemed as if they watched.

"Don’t go off alone," you told him.

Zoro just smirked. "I’m not that stupid."

But he was. Or stubborn, which in his case was the same thing.

You noticed he was gone by the time the sun dipped under the clouds, and Luffy’s voice echoed through the forest calling his name. Everyone fanned out in different directions. You stayed behind, stomach heavy with dread, hoping, praying, he’d stumble back out, cursing and cutting through branches like always.

But he didn’t.

Not until the next morning.

You were on the shore when you heard slow footsteps dragging across the sand. You turned, heart leaping grateful that he was back but then you froze.

He looked like Zoro but he didn’t move like him.

His skin was pale. His shirt soaked. His sword scraped behind him, almost like he didn’t notice. His eyes they seemed… not right.

You took a step forward. "Zoro?"

He didn’t answer at first.

Then, with a smile so slight it could’ve been mistaken for a twitch, he said, "I was just... lost."

His voice made something in you curl. It sounded like him but at the same time it didn't. It sounded stupid you knew thta but that was not tge Zoro you knew. Something just didn't seem right.

You should’ve told someone then. Demanded Chopper examine him. Told Luffy he wasn’t okay.

But you didn’t.

Because you wanted it to be him.

Because three weeks ago, you had told him you liked him, really liked him and he had choked on his sake, red to the ears, mumbling some nonsense before pretending to fall asleep.

But right now Zoro was not the man you had fallen for, roght now you weren't even sure if he was himself.

And then things got even weirder. It started small at first.

He stopped drinking. That alone should have raised alarms but you brushed it off, Zoro had his moods. But it was the way he ignored the sake. Like he didn’t remember what it was. He stared at the bottle in Sanji’s hand as if trying to place it. Like something distant. Foreign.

Then there was dinner.

He didn’t sit next to you like usual. He sat across, where he could watch. And he did. He didn’t eat, didn’t talk. Just stared, one hand resting limp on the table, the other twitching slightly, fingers curling and uncurling around nothing.

You felt unease but tried to laugh it off. "You’ve been quiet," you said softly.

He blinked at you. Slowly. Then, too slowly, he smiled. "I’m listening."

You raised an eyebrow. "To what?" You asked.

Zoro tilted his head, almost birdlike. "Your voice. The way it moves when you lie."

"…What the hell does that mean?"

He didn’t answer. Didn’t blink.

You shifted in your seat, heart tightening. Something in his gaze made your skin crawl.

"Zoro—"

"Don’t call me that," he said flatly.

The words hit like ice water as you stared confused at him. "What? But that's your name, idiot."

He leaned forward. "But you say it like you know me."He stood up and walked away, dragging his fingers along the table right in front of your plate.

You didn’t eat the rest of your food only watched him leave heart sinking as you realized that this was definitely not the Zoro you knew.

That night it got worse, as you heard someone whisper your name.

Not once.

Twice.

You sat up in bed, cold sweat slicking your back. The ship creaked, but that was normal. What wasn’t normal was the faint shadow just outside your door. You watched it shift beneath the crack like it was pacing.

You waited, holding your breath, watching.

Then, slowly, you stood and crept forward, bare feet on wood that shouldn't have felt that cold. You didn’t dare open the door. You just pressed your ear to it.

Breathing. Right outside. Your blood turned to ice but then came the voice.

"I can hear you thinking."

You yelped and backed away, almost tripping over your own feet.

The door creaked open an inch. Just an inch and you saw Zoro’s silhouette.

"What are you doing here" you asked startled.

No answer only the door that creaked open wider. He stood there, tall and quiet, bare feet darkened by shadow. His head was tilted, not like someone confused. More like someone curious. Predatory.

"I heard you"

"What I didn’t say a word" you said heart racing and for the first time scared of him.

"No but I can hear your heart, how it slams inside of you when you're afraid" he sneered taking a step closer.

Instinctively you took a step back and tripped landing on your butt backing away from him.

"You told him you liked him." He said voice calm but dangerous.

Your stomach dropped. You crawled backward until your spine hit the wall. "What are you talking about?"

"You said it." His voice rasped like wind through a grave. "You looked him in the eye. You meant it."

"…I did." You mumbled as you tried to stand but your legs wouldn't move.

"He is gone." he said, staring down at you. "Can you feel it? That emptiness? The silence where he used to be?"

You shook your head. "No—he’s still in there. I know he is."

His expression twisted.

Something else smiled through Zoro’s face. "You’re so sweet, thinking he could fight me, thinking you matter that much that he would try to take over again."

He crouched in front of you. The air grew colder. Your breath came out in shallow puffs.

"But don’t worry," he whispered, leaning close enough for you to smell sea brine and rot. "You don’t have to love him. I can be better. I can be everything, everything you ever wanted."

You finally moved, grabbing a book from the nightstand and hurling it at him.

He caught it midair. Didn’t even flinch. Just smirked at you.

"Fiery," he said. "He liked that about you and I can see why."

You opened your mouth in a silent scream and he was gone. Just like that.

After that night of being stalked by a voice that wasn’t his and nightmares about it, you wasted no time dragging Zoro to the infirmary the next morning.

"He's scaring me Chopper. He's not himself something's wrong with him please just check him for I don't know any diseases or whatever" you whispered still rattled.

Chopper nodded and ran his tests. You hovered behind him, praying for something, anything, to prove you weren’t going insane. More importantly hoping Chopper would tell you Zoro had a heat stroke and just needed rest. Though you already knew this wasn't the case.

Chopper scanned him thoroughly, but you couldn’t stop staring at Zoro’s reflection in the polished tray behind the exam table.

Because it wasn’t mirroring him.

Chopper pressed his stethoscope to Zoro’s chest.

"Vitals are normal," he murmured. "But…"

You turned to him sharply. "But what?"

Chopper hesitated. His fur twitched. "When I checked his pulse just now… his shadow moved. Like it twitched before he did."

Your heart dropped and Zoro grinned.

"Smart little thing," he muttered, voice deeper. Almost two voices beneath one. "I felt that."

Chopper stepped back. Slowly and cautiously.

Zoro sat up on the exam table, smooth, controlled, precise. "Why so jumpy, Doctor?"

You reached for Chopper’s arm. "We should go. Now."

But before either of you could move, Zoro dropped off the table and blocked the door in a single step.

His head tilted lazily, eyes low, fixed only on you.

"Where are you going, sweetheart?" he asked, and his tongue dragged across his lips like he was tasting the air.

You froze. Your whole body screamed to move, but your legs were cement. Chopper looked at you in panic.

You gave a quick shake of your head, motioning behind your back, wordlessly telling him to go, to tell Luffy. Now.

Chopper nodded subtly and you took a breath.

"Zoro," you said softly, trying not to shake. "Move."

He smiled, slow and sick, amused by your attempt to sound confident, to sound like this didn't rattle you at all.

"Why? We were having a moment. Weren’t we?" His eyes roamed over you, the hunger in them no longer veiled. "It’s just us now. I’ve missed this."

Your blood went cold. Chopper inched along the wall. Zoro didn’t even look at him. Didn’t care. His focus never left you. You were prey, his prey.

You took a shaky step backward, buying time, making sure Zoro followed.

"I wonder," he whispered. "What would you taste like scared?"

Then Chopper slipped out the door and Zoro’s hand twitched like he had noticed, but couldn't bring himself to care.

"I don’t need him," he said. "You’re the one I want."

Your back hit the infirmary cabinet and you cursed inwardly. Fuck, that was not good.

Zoro smirked at you and leaned in. Close. Way too close.

"Zoro… you're scaring me."

His grin widened.l at your words, like he was thriving on them. "Good."

His eyes were fixed on you like a hunter savoring the moment before the pounce.

"You told him you liked him," he rasped breath hot against your face. "But he can't give you what I can. I can beso much more than him. You're mine not his."

You trembled. "No, I'm not yours, never will be. I belong to him and you....you're not him."

Zoro’s face twitched, like it cracked for a second. Something inside smiled with too many teeth.

"No, I'm not him" he hissed. "I’m the part of him he never lets out. I'm the better part of him"

You reached blindly behind you, grabbing the nearest thing, scissors, a vial, anything ready to fight. Your fingers tracing over a book tightening around it all while keeping eye contact with Zoro.

Your fingers shook as they tightened around the book and then you lunged it at Zoro who effortlessly caught your wrist.

"Adorable. Did you think that would work" he sneered slamming your hand back into the cabinet making you cry out and drop the book.

His other hand braced beside your head. Then he leaned in even closer. The heat of him shouldn’t have felt cold, but it did. Before you knew it he eas close enough that you felt his breath against your skin and suddenly his tongue darted out licking a long, horrible strip over your neck. "Delicious. Fear mixed with desperation. You taste better than I had hoped"

Meanwhile Chopper was frantically looking for Luffy. The Captain though was hiding from Nami along with Usopp. They were darting through the Sunny’s lower halls, whisper-laughing and ducking behind walls.

"Shhh! She’s gonna kill us!" Usopp hissed.

As they rounded the corner, Usopp tripped over something soft.....Zoro’s coat.

"Ugh, Zoro just leaves his junk everywhere, ow!" he cursed, his foot jamming into something hard inside the coat and then the sound of something cracking inside could be heard.

Luffy blinked. "What was that?"

They looked down and Usopp reached inside the coat and pulled out an amulet, glowing faintly, seemingly pulsing. It was splintered, crushed by Usopp's heel.

"Oh no we broke it what if it was improtant and he will get really mad now" Usopp said panicking.

But the amulet, let out a shrill, inhuman wail as it split down the middle, cracking completely like something broke it's power, like it was losing it's influence.

Back in the infirmary....

Zoro screamed and his body seized.

His hands clenched around air as he fell back from you, convulsing, choking, black sludge pouring from his mouth.

His eyes rolled white. The thing inside him howled.

"SHE’S MINE!" He shouted and then.....nothing,

He collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut. You panicked immediately kneeling down beside him, panting, hands trembling as you reached for his pulse the other hand holding his. Tears stinging your eyes but feeling relief that he was still alive.

You felt the warmth from his body again not that unsettling cold, the smell of sweat and something unique on his skin not rot. Even the way you heard him breathing sounded differently now than before.

"Zoro…?" you whispered, voice shaking.

His chest heaved. His eyes fluttered open, dazed, confused and he inhaled deeply.

"…Where…?" he rasped.

You snuggled into him. Touched his face as if reassuring yourself that it was him.

He blinked at you confused before his hand tightened around yours.

"…You’re crying, did the shitty cook" he asked weakly.

"No, you just......you scared the hell out of me," you choked. "You weren’t you. You said… awful things. I thought I had lost you"

Zoro swallowed hard. "I… remember pieces," he murmured guilty. "You. Your voice. Hunger. Fear. I couldn’t stop it."

"You’re back. That’s all that matters." you said leaning your forehead against his.

He hesitated, then flushed faintly.

"…So I didn’t dream it when you said you belong to me."

You gave a breathless laugh, ears turning pink. "Of course of all the things you remember that. But yes I said that and i meant it if that's what you want to know"

He cleared his throat nervously, slightly flustered, clearly himself again.

You let the silence hold for a moment before whispering, "Next time I tell you bot to wander off on a cursed island you better listen to me."

He huffed as if he wanted to protest, as if he wanted to tell you that he could look out for himself but he didn't. Instead he just looked at you, deeply.

"You know that's the part where you're supposed to kiss me" you teased grinning.

it instantly dawns on you how naked you are, standing in this man’s bedroom fully bare, and so you scan the room for any sign of your undergarments and clothing. it doesn’t take you a while to spot your panties, and then your bra a few seconds later—both of which are notably plain and not at all sexy. you try to fight the cringe as you shimmy into them—obviously, you didn’t anticipate getting any action yesterday—eyes darting across the area in search of your shirt. they finally land on the black article that’s unceremoniously sprawled across near the foot of the bed, and you waste no time putting it on.

and as you find your trousers and squeeze yourself into them, you let your brain wander to what got you here in the first place.

you remember being strung along by your girlfriends into that exclusive bar that’s said to be frequented by many pro-heroes. you don’t know how your designated planner friend managed to get you guys entry, but you didn’t question it, choosing to just enjoy the atmosphere and drink good booze with good company.

in fact, you may have drunk too much good booze because your memory drifts in and out a few hours into settling into a booth in the bar. you recall one friend pointing to a group of three men who looked suspiciously like pro-heroes cellophane, red riot, and dynamight, as well as you laughing at how it couldn’t be.

you wince at the memory of said friend, who knows about the big, fat, embarrassing crush you have on the ash-blonde hero, dragging you to where they sat and introducing yourselves to the men.

at that point, you were tipsy and bordering on drunk, and dead convinced that they were just wannabes who wanted to look like their hero idols. but the guy with the crimson eyes that were notably boring into you looked too much like bakugou that you threw your signature caution to the wind and just went along with it, too curious about the person in front of you.

but now, as you stand smack dab in the middle of this pristine bedroom that can only belong to a very highly-paid, famously all-might-loving hero, you’re flooded by a wave of dizzying nausea.

dizzying nausea that doubles up when your eyes catch the ridiculously sculpted arms of the man who’s still lying on his stomach, seemingly fast asleep.

you can relive and fact-check your fantasies later, when you’re alone and in the safety of your much more modest apartment unit, but not now.

and so with a slightly heavy heart, you turn around and silently twist the knob, ready to tiptoe the hell out of his room with your purse in tow.

but all hopes of making a quiet exit get thrown out of his bougie-ass windows when the door fucking creaks so loud, that you don’t have to look behind you to know that the man just shot awake.

you stand there, frozen with your back turned against him, for what feels like forever, before ultimately deciding that you can’t just walk out the door now like nothing happened lest you come off as a fucking lunatic.

and so with a deep inhale, you steel yourself for the incoming shitshow, and turn.

you try not to stare at his crazy, stupid, built torso or his beautiful face that’s looking all too stunned as you awkwardly gesture to the door.

“you ought to lubricate this door of yours,” you quip, capping it with a laugh, although it comes out stilted.

and when he doesn’t say anything, “…sorry i woke you up.”

that must’ve been enough to sober him up, because he finally speaks up. “shit—no, i—”

he cuts himself off as he scrambles to get up, and you turn around just in time to not see his dick dangle as he searched for his boxers. you hear rustling and things being turned upside down as you wait for him to get dressed.

“just a sec,” he calls out, before: “have you seen my—is that my shirt?”

before you can think better against it, you whip around to look at where he’s gesturing, only to be met with him, now in his boxer shorts, staring straight at you.

“wha—?”

you look down to where his gaze is fixed, and sure enough, the shirt you’re wearing is decisively not yours.

“fuck—” you start, flaming in embarrassment, “i’m sorry, i thought it was mine. i—let me just—” you trail off just as your eyes land on another black shirt near your feet, and you’re about to scoop it up and turn and hurriedly strip off his shirt when he speaks up.

“no, it’s okay.” you freeze, bent over and hand just barely having grasped the shirt off the floor. and when he doesn’t say anything, you slowly straighten up, fighting to maintain eye contact.

he’s scowling now.

“you don’t have to scurry like a fucking rat, dumbass,” he spits, although there’s not much bite to it. he’s looking a tad bit embarrassed, too. hesitating for a second, he diverts his gaze, before: “can’t i at least cook you breakfast?”

you pick up your jaw that just dropped to the floor as fast as you can. “you—you mean you don’t want me to leave just yet?”

at that, he scoffs. “what do you take me for, a fuckboy?”

he says it so incredulously you almost snort. instead, you cock your head a bit to the right, not entirely able to deny your impressions of him.

“seriously?” he splutters for a beat, before sighing in resignation. shaking his head, he finally shifts to meet your eyes and regard you, the switch in the air to that of palpable seriousness so potent.

“i don’t normally do this,” he suddenly declares, gaze remaining fixed on yours, as if he’s trying to communicate the rest with just his eyes.

you don’t have to ask him what ‘this’ means.

and so you reply just as honestly. “me, neither.”

neither of you says anything for a brief moment, the revelations from both of you taking up the small space between.

“so,” bakugou breaks the silence eventually, “breakfast?”

a/n. cracking tf up because this drabble brought me back. i remember having so much fun writing this PLEASE. i'd be mortified but also, like, stupidly giddy if i somehow woke up in bakugou's bedroom lol. (1.4k)

you folded your arms together and pouted. giyuu eyes glanced at how your arms were making your boobs sit up in your robe. the robe was hanging on by a inch on your body, barely covering up any skin.

you were doing this on purpose, he thought to himself.. his cock getting hard at the sight of you like this and he blames you for it all.

“if you love me, you’ll do it.” you said, still pouting.

giyuu sighed, “i do love you.” he says, “in fact, i love you very much.”

“then why won’t you do it?” you asked, grabbing his face and squishing his cheeks together, “come on! call me degrading names and fuck me like there’s no tomorrow. it’s really okay if you do those things.. i wouldn’t mind it at all.”

giyuu eyes widen and his heart begins facing. is it really okay to let loose — to let loose without feeling like a horrible person.

“is it really okay? i mean, what if i hurt—” before giyuu could complete his sentence, you kissed him and he swears it was the sweetest kiss you’ve ever given him.

“i’m not worried about that because i know you wouldn’t, so stop worrying so much, yeah?” you kissed his forehead then pulled him into a hug where his face was smashed against your tits.

“use me. ruin me, okay?” you said softly and that was enough for giyuu to finally snap. he suddenly pinned you against the mattress with his hand around your neck, gently squeezing it. you smiled and giggled when you realized that giyuu finally had snapped…

he thinks you’re crazy for wanting him to be rough, “you’re insane for wanting this, you know that?” giyuu questions, his grip tightened around your neck — it was making you more turned on and wet as you rubbed your thighs together underneath him.

“i know,” you said meekly, “but you’ll thank me later.”

giyuu grinned and his deep blue eyes were full of lust. before you knew it, your robe was long discarded somewhere in the room and his pelvis was meeting your ass with every thrust, causing you to drool all over the pillow case as he fucked you from behind.

“can’t believe you came this many times already,” giyuu muttered, slapping your ass with his callous hand. “such a slut.. but you’re my slut, aren’t you?”

you nodded your head and giyuu stopped his movements, grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling you up against him. “answer me properly or you won’t get to cum anymore.” he threatens, “now, aren’t you my pretty little slut?”

you nodded your head once again, but this time words came out of your mouth. “yes! hngh— yes, ‘m your slut! please lemme cum, i w’na cum so badly!” you sobbed out.

“how badly do you want it?”

“giyuuuuu— please, i want ittt!”

giyuu then shoved your face into the pillow and continued his thrusts, causing your cries to be muffled as he pushed your head into the wet pillow.