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Sweet Creature - G.S.
Synopsis. To Geto Suguru itâs the Creature, The Strongest being in existence, his masterpiece of science. To you heâs Gojo Satoru, the poor experiment you found chained up in the scientistâs dungeon, the creation that taught himself how to love. To him he doesnât know who he is, but he knows where he belongs - with you.
Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!reader, Creature!Gojo, Frankenstein!Geto, based on Guillermo del Toroâs Frankenstein, PLOT, 1800âs, worldbuilding, love triangles (Gojo x reader x Geto), angst, vioIence, bIood, backstories, accidentally falling in Iove, oraI (fem rec.), PĂSSYDRĂNK Gojo, spĂtting, face-rĂding, fĂngering, teaching him, first times (Gojo), heâs BIG, tummy buIges, cervĂx kĂssinâ, making it fit, BRĂEDING, matĂng presses, raw, FĂRAL GOJO, manhandIing, dĂşmbifĂcation, rough s, creampĂes, cĂşmpIay, overstĂm, implied marathon, time skips, Nanami cameo, HAPPY ENDING, pet name, swĂŠaring.
Word count. 16.8k
A/N. Iâve been wanting to do this AU for SOOOO LONG-
1857.
Reds of the Royal Danish Navy shed against bone-white ice; the Horisont has found itself trapped in ice amidst the expedition to the North Pole.
It was a coldness beyond cold, a glaucoma of the world. Only in such a place does the belligerence of humanity dim before a ceaseless peripheral of something much greater. Something much older. Something soul-cold.
Here, one cannot see.
One cannot swallow. One cannot hear.
And it is why Captain Nanami Kento pauses between scratching at his parchment. He works stiffly and slowly beneath the damp glow of the lantern, with an ear craned in the direction of the deck outside: the heaving of ropes being put to work, the chants between cold coughs, the sudden slamming of produce.
âCaptain!â One of the newer crew members, still sun-tanned and youth-freckled, barges in through the door. From the doorway he pants out urgently, âCaptain, an explosion- oh, you simply must see this.â
Nanami rises cautiously, âSee what, boy?â
âA- a monster.â
A coldness creeps into his heart. âGet the men.â
In almost no time, thereâs a group of about ten crew members racing down the frost-bitten landscape. They held their lit torches high, trembling flames that were snapped and slobbered in all directions by the wind, as if lambs being hauled to slaughter.
A few of the lookouts had already set a bonfire in the distance to mark their finding, and as Nanami leads the group closer, he can feel his pulse jump to his throat. He can taste the blood. He can smell it.
He brings a gloved hand up to cover his nostrils as he looks on at the reddened snow, âThisâŚthis blood- where does it hail from? Has one of ours been injured?â
âNot ours, Captain!â One of the seamen hasten to explain, he jogs past the bonfire. âA wounded man, he has suffered a great loss of blood!â And where the man motions them, Nanami could see two writhing lumps in the darkness - about as large as a young Grey Seal, though perhaps not made of as much pure muscle.Â
They follow the manâa corpse.
At least, well on his way to become one.
Dressed much like them in protective coats, there was no telling just how long the man had been laying there in the snow. In a slowly-growing pool of his wine-blood. His fingers were blue, mouth trembling, eyes frosted shut. Though, perhaps out of some sick sense of mercy. Because even from here Nanami could see the garish slashes on the manâs neck and shoulders.
His pale face grimaces at the torrent of light that signals the crewâs entrance, muttering something that they could not discern.
Nanamiâs the first to crouch beside him and take the man into his arms, âBear attack?â
âI do not believe so, Captain.â The same young crew member from before urgently speaks, âOur early lookouts- they claim they saw something in the shadowsâŚsomething otherworldly!â Nanami looks into the boyâs ghost-white face, âSomething demonic!â
The blond man nods, âItadori, help me with his boot.â
Together, they manage to knife between the coagulation of frost and blood that composed of the manâs boot. Like much of his body. It was a tough leather fighting against a dull blade, enough to make one sweat even in the bitter landscape. And Nanami almost thinks better of his decision before-
âA prosthetic leg.â Itadori breathes. He holds up the metal limb for the rest of the crew to peer at, fashioned from some sort of metal, it was attached to the man with a series of buckles and belts. So intricate, in fact, that had it not been for the discoloration then one might have thought that it was his natural outgrowing limb.
Nanamiâs brows furrow at the device, âThis must beâŚand what about the other one?âÂ
âThe what?â Itadori asks.
âThe other one.â Nanamiâs the one to make his way onto the other âlumpâ heâd made out, much more frozen stiff than the other one. He kneels down to gently wipe off the clumps of snow on the grooves of your face, your beautiful, beautiful face. You didnât seem to be at all hurt, unlike the man. âA womanâŚâ
âFound with the older man, Captain.â One of the crew answers, âBoth frozen, almost to death.â
âAlmost to deathâŚâ
And thatâs when they hear it.
It.
That ghastly, guttural roar that came from no place but hell.
If the darkness could speak, this could be its voice. Hear its nightmare, its pain, its humanity. It makes the crew members break out in a cold sweat.
In the three seconds that it rips through the wind, Nanamiâs running his mind through every page of every zoological textbook heâs ever read - and coming up blank after each one. Blank. Blank. Blank. Blank. Blankâno living creature should ever be able to make a sound like this.
Just what in hell was that?
âC-Captain!â
Itâs Itadoriâs trembling tone that snaps Nanami out of his frozen state. He looks to the boyâfuck, he looks down and realizes that his hands were shaking.
âPut- put himâŚâ Lips parched, he clears his throat and doesnât care if itâs unsteady. âPut him onboard! Now!â Nanami yells at the crew, who instantly move to action as he keeps an eye in the dark direction of where the noise had originated from.
Beyond their circle of torches, something shifts in the shadows.
Something tall.
Tall.
Tall.
Another roarââHurry!â The Captain cries, helping his crew lift the injured man. âTo the ship! Nowââ
Perhaps because of the blood loss, their straggler is nothing more than a slight burden in their trembling arms, though with that- that thing in the darkness beyond them, he just might as well have weighed a hundred tonnes.
Itâs with such dreadful relief that they manage to reach the Horisont and lever the body up the port side of the ship. As itâs carted off like a still-trembling corpse, Nanami calls out to the seamen that work the base. âItadori, that thing is coming.â
âC-Captain?â The boy asks, nervously.
And the older man only silently hands him a gun, âWe have to be ready.â Holding one himself, he raises the nozzle of the pistol in the air and fires, man-made thunder in response to the voice of something beyond. âReady the rifles!â
Rows upon rows, guns upon guns, human beside human.
Lining the berth of the ship with their weapons raised, they clutched those polished wooden handles. Death at their fingertips. A third roar punctuates the night, and had it not been for their Captainâs presence right beside them, those men might just have been running for their life.Â
âOn my commandâŚâ Nanami calls out.Â
Something bludgeons through the wintry landscape. As tall as even the tallest hanging icicles, with a coat that flaps around it like bat wings.Â
âAimâŚâ
Inhuman.
âFire!â
Gunshots ring out like applause, ah, the only invention of humanity that may cut through the cold. That may slice it. Two of the bullets hit the creature in what looked to be its shoulders, and it collapses to the ground with a pained cry. Pained? Could it really feel such a thing?
Most monsters didnât. And this one raises its hooded head and roars.
OhâNanamiâs stepping backwards before he can stop himself.Â
âNext group, next group!â Itadoriâs juvenile voice takes command in place of his Captain, though he was shaking even more so. Crew members with their guns cocked kneel down in the exact positions of the previous line.
Their nozzles smoke, hungry for blood.
With an arm stretched outwards, Nanamiâs directing them. âOn my commandâŚaimâŚfire-â
Gunshot after gunshot after gunshot.
A second round of applause. A standing ovation. Almost with more fervour than before, those bullets reach towards the limelight where their lanterns were fixated on this hulking, inhuman figure. A hard target to miss.
Hit after hit after hit.
And yetâŚit does not stop. It does not slow down. It does not even shed blood - this thing takes their most fierce protection, lets it sink into its body as if not the worst thing itâs ever experienced. The bullets embed deep into its clamoring limbs, only increasing the fury in its pace.
Step after step after step.
Until finally- theyâre catching a glimpse of blood-shot eyes.
âRe-retreat! To the ship.â Nanami yells, grabbing some of his crew members and pulling them to stand. Heâs shoving them in the direction of the ramp that led up the side of the ship, not looking backwards until Itadori was already aboard. âTo the ship! Retreat to the ship! Ret- no.â
Heâs whipping his head behind as one of the foolhardy men rush in the direction of the monster with his gun. Raised as if to bash it with itâ
âRetreat!â
In just one sweeping motion the creature throws the crew member aside. Hard enough that he bangs against the side of the ship, hard enough to break bone.Â
Nanami pales as he hears the crunching of ligaments and skeleton, screaming out at his crew to board the ship once more. âRetreat- retreat, I say! This is an order from your Captain!â Heâs stomping through the bustling deck, weaving through the men that feared for their life as much as they feared the life now rattling the ladder of the ship. âWhere is that man we brought aboard? Where?â
âSt-starboard, Captain.â Itadori replies.
And Nanami wastes no time before going up to the man - laid out amongst some blankets on the side of the ship - and grabbing him by the lapels of his frost-crusted coat, âWhat does that thing want?â He barks out at the groaning man, he assumes that youâd been taken inside. âTell me! What does it want-â
Another young member, Ino, quivers out. âCaptain, heâs almostââ
Roaring.
Gone and guttural.
It had reached the deck by now, standing tall amidst the crew that raced like ants. That looked just as helpless. In one hand it crushes a human skull as if nothing, and with the other he points straight at the shivering corpse.
âBring- her- to me-â
A voice that sends their hearts beating out of their chests, so that they felt less-than human. Just as it sounded.
Her�
From behind, one of the crew members stabs at the creature with the edge of his gun. Nanami doesnât wait to watch him get flung off the edge of the ship- âThe Blunderbuss.â Heâs turning to the crew with widened eyes, breathless. âIno, get the Blunderbuss!â
âY-yes, Captain!â
In no time, a heavy metal firearm is being pressed into Nanamiâs hands. He doesnât wait to take aim andâshoot!
It strikes the monster right in the middle of his chest, and it stumbles. Hands but a blur on the greed-cold nozzle, sweat sticking his skin to metal, one eye closing in concentration- the Captain shoots again.
And again.
And again.
Each one finds its target with deathly precision. But a monster never truly dies, does it? Not until they can spike fear into the hearts of those mortal? It turns out, they merely fell.
As if a great oak befalling, it almost hurt to watch it descend. They all rush over to the other side of the deck as the monster plummets; the ice below craters once it rests, erupting a halo of dark blue lightning bolts brought out of the frozen water. Nanami wastes no time lugging the prolonged length of the Blunderbuss over the deck and shooting it a few more times - this time, however, not quite at their untimely visitor.
He aims for the thinning ice that cracks off with the blows, segregating the creature from the rest of them. And not one member of the crew releases a relieved breath until after the chunk of ice breaks off. Floats off.
It opens its eyes.
Snaking his body upright, âGive herâŚâ Charging back towards the ship. A voice that thunders up to where they are, and makes everyone take a step back. âGive her to me-â All but Nanami, of course, who aims a single shot at the monsterâand lets his hand fly off the trigger.
BANGâ!
CRASH.
Thrown off his feet, it seems that the taller they are the harder they fall indeed. ThatâŚthing ends up with its back against the slab of ice once more, which gives way beneath its weight as if made out of nothing but paper. Opening up a gaping mouth. Ice-water sloshing at its feet. Crumbling into the tiniest pieces, the monster sinksâŚ
The Captain doesnât lower his gun or his caution until he canât see its flailing arms any longer. Until the sea swallows up their woes with a gurgle, and with it, a creature more monster than man. Nanami peers down as its blood-black cloak dissipates into nothingness.
Then - and only then - does he turn to face the rest of the stunned crew.
âTake me to her.â
Less than an hour later, the man was up and talkingâyou, however, werenât quite as lucky. According to the shipâs doctor you were alive, it seems, but just barely.
Itadori frowns at your shiver and rubs on your hands even harder. Entire body tinged ever-so-slightly with a pallor of blue - it didnât matter what your original shade was, you looked plain sickly. And so tiny in Nanamiâs bed, his heart aches as he lifts his bedcovers up to your chin, wishing that he had more than some olâ Captainâs drudgery. You looked like a lady.
âWhere am IâŚ?â The black-haired manâs voice creaks out, his long locks sweeping the shipâs floor. He seemed to be the Captainâs own age. Despite being in the warmth now, he still quivered - whether out of the frigid outside, or the memory, Nanami wasnât quite sure. âWho-â
âYouâre aboard the Royal Danish ship, Horisont.â Nanami answers, watching as the doctor hands him a vial of something that the man downs with a wince. âIâm Captain Nanami, this is Dr. Shoko.â
âHow many of your men did it kill?â
The blond man shivers, momentarily speechless.Â
He looks at the man intensely, his teeth were drenched in red. ââŚSix.â
âIt will come back and kill many more.â He begs, tone trembling until it was almost indiscernible. He sweeps a hand around the room, flickering in and out of existence in the dim lantern. âAll of you, if necessary, unless you deliver me to it.â
Nanami bends down until heâs eye-level with the other man, almost condescending. âItâs gone. It sank in the freezing waters, itâs dead-â
âNo, it is not!â
Thereâs a bang and a clutter- suddenly the long-haired man is upon him, grabbing Nanami by the coat and shaking him. His eyes held a madness to them that shook the taller man to his very core, and he found his own scared face staring back at him through those irises. âIt cannot be killed! It- itâŚâ As if the weight of his own words were hitting him, heâs sinking back onto the couch that made his impromptu clinical bed. âIt c-cannot dieâŚIâve tried.â
âYouâve tried?â Itadori pipes up.
Nanami looks at the madman wearily, âAnd you have most certainly beenâŚunsuccessful.â
âWhether you believe me or notâŚâ Sinking his head into his hands, throat shattering in tears. â-it will come backâŚfor me.â He breathes heavily, âAnd when it does, you must promise that you will put me out on the ice and let it take me.â Looking up into Nanamiâs molten eyes, âPlease.â
âWhat sort of creature is that?â Shoko asks, taking off her medical gloves. âIâve never seen anything like it.â
âOr more pertinent a questionââ Nanami looks behind at your shivering figure, still, and then at the man before him. âWhat manner of devil made him?â
The man gulps, âI did.â As if the weight of a thousand years was rushing out of him at once, âI, Geto Suguru, made him.â
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PART I: Getoâs Story.
His name was Geto. Geto Suguru.
It was his father that gave him that name, Suguru (ćă) meaning excellent, superior, surpass. One could claim that it all started with him, his father. And his mother.
For there are some parents that bear no merit to become parents in anything other than name.
The world changes once you bear life, you know, in the way that they look at you, in the way that they speak to you, in the way that they know you. They donât know you as anything otherwise. And unless you can change with the world, then the world will change you. For love is a melding of souls that leaves oneâs tempered.Â
And one has to be strong to accept change, to be changed. Both physically and mentally. Fear it, of course - the presence of strength does not equate to an absence of fear - but be strong. Change.
The strength of oneâs love is equivalent to the strength of oneâs self. Why shouldnât you change?
And soâto recap, the world shall change, you shall change - so who does that leave amongst the conflict?
Why, the child, of course.
To his mother, he was strong: her first-born. And this woman amongst women, this flurry of passion and decadence, the only person to ever beat him in cards, the sole empress of their mansion to brave his father for all those years; to him, she was far stronger than he.
Far stronger.
And yet, his mother died at the hands of the nationâs best doctor.
His father.
Geto Suguruâs mother died giving birth to his younger brother. Though she didnât die with regrets- at least, their father didnât believe so.
The youngest child was the apple of their fatherâs eye, the one that couldnât grow up, the one that was worth a life. He was the breeze, Geto was the storm cloud.
Where he was locked in the library and taught the ways of the human tissue, it was his brother that was boasted at every social function. What had taken him years of reciting the complexities of anatomy to learn from his father, his brother could earn a smile with but a single look. When he had never heard a syllable of love from his father, he could hear through his bedroomâa wall shared with his younger brotherâs, sweet goodnights.
There was something more- or rather, there was something missing.
âFather?â He remembers asking one morning after their early anatomy lesson. Geto must have been barely fourteen by this point, though his father acted around him like nothing more than if he were dealing with a poisonous viper.Â
The elderly man pauses, and turns stiffly towards his first-born. âYes?â
âYou let her die, did you not?â
âI did everything in my power to save her. You must know that.â His father answered, grimly. He clutched his textbooks tighter as his son got up and rounded the table slowly.
Geto looks at him, âSo you failed.â
The patriarch looks at him dismissively, âNo one can conquer death.â And it has the tone of the final say, to which the man turns his back and leaves.
âI will.â Geto calls out after him. And there was no way that the baron didnât hear him, no way that he didnât know the boy had just picked up his own cane. A thin bristling woodwork singed with years of hitting onto the very flesh that held it now.Â
Geto whips it through the air, âI will conquer it.â He wasnât speaking at a particularly high volume, and yet it cracks through the halls of the library- making his father stop in his tracks and turn. âEverything you know, I will know too.â
The man looks at him with intense eyes, so similar to his younger brotherâs. âI think weâve done quite enough for today.â
Ultimately, he was not strong enough.
The Geto fortuneâs downfall was swift; two revolts and a fire across their fields left them bereft. They kept the estate, but lost everything else.
Including his father.
Geto was accepted into the Royal College of Surgeons of Edinburgh, where he attempted toâŚwiden the narrow vision of academia. It is here that he held his own at a tribunal hearing, before an audience of a hundred he demonstrated his earliest experiment mending the arm of a dead man, and the head of another. By running an electric current through this specimen, he made it moveâlife!
âThis is a hearing, Doctor, not a carnival act!â Another powder-wigged, bespectacled, puff-pastried member of the board cried out from his raised podium.Â
It was exactly because of bigwigs like him that Geto had to attend such a hearing in the first place. Some of the higher-ups had caught a whiff of his experiments on corpses, and thus theyâd demanded a proper investigation before the entire association, to determine whether such acts were in line with the âmorals and scientific integrity ofâ the Royal College of Surgeons of Edinburgh.
The other surgeons around him leaned in on the edge of their seats as the elderly board member stabbed a finger in the direction of the moving corpse. He seethes, as if he found the mere display of it offensive to his eyes. âYouâre not helping your cause, this galvanic trickery will simply not do!â
âTrickery.â Geto repeats, reaching deep into his pockets. âTrickery?â
Before everyone, he pulls out a red apple, ripe to the touch. Throwing it in the air a few timesâbefore throwing it to the corpse.
Who reaches out and catches it.
âThat is not trickery- that is a decision!â He cries out at the display. The single arm twists and turns, letting the deceased head inspect the apple. And above the applause, Geto yells in elation. âMotor coordination between the eye of one dead man, and the arm of another! Infused with new will and the rudiments of understanding-âÂ
A board member cuts him off, âUnderstanding in a brain that has already died-â
âThis is the future! It is strength-â
âIt is an abomination!â
It is only after Geto was formally expelled for his âblasphemousâ research by the Royal College of Surgeons of Edinburgh did he meet Kenjaku. It was with a tip of his hat and a bow so low that the tips of his nose nearly touched the blood-stained pavement, and then Kenjaku was led inside his laboratory.
He had strange stitches on his forehead, and Geto thought of him as almost a kindred spirit. A face to which he couldnât put an age. He claimed to be an acquaintance of his brotherâs and inquired into the other manâs work.
It was also the first time that Geto Suguru heard your name, his brotherâs fiancĂŠe.Â
It was also the first time that his heart had undergone the strangest palpitations that were not in line with any medical textbook heâd devoured before.
âSo you claim you can do it-â Kenjaku had peered down at the man, dark eyes twinkling in interest. â-bring a man to life from the dead? Create a man that is so strong that he may not die?â
âI know I can.â
And it seemed to have been exactly the answer that heâd been looking for.Â
Kenjaku reached into his long coat, and pulled out a flat white card with swooping cursive. âI have a proposal for you, Doctor.â At the surgeonâs raising eyebrows, his feline grin only grows. âI will endow your pursuit with unlimited resources. In exchange, I may in time ask you for a favor in return- but mostly, it would be my utmost honor to record your process for posterity.â
Geto looks at his outstretched hand. He hesitates. âI willâŚconsider-â
âDonât pretend to be reasonable now, Doctor.â Forcefully, the card with details is being pushed into his hand. âIt would be such a shame.â
Geto never did find out his first name.
In the coming weeks Geto also grew to meet you, and he grew to be hated by you.
Or so you claimed. It was the interference of the natural cycle between life and death that made you instantly dislike him, youâd heard enough about his work from Kenjaku, a close family acquaintance. So to see this pompous, stubborn, (beautiful) scientist in the flesh was not too different from meeting the devil himself.
And the devil always was quite tempting.
âYou laugh at my ideas?â Heâd asked on your first meeting with him. It had been a lunch with none other than Kenjaku, his younger brother, and you.
And while the former two had disappeared for âbrandy and cigarsâ at a momentâs notice of one of your brewing debates, Geto had been the only one to stay. To sit opposite you on the long table. To look you straight in the eyes as you scoffed at his claims to bring a dead man back to life. âIdea are not worthwhile by themselves now, are they?âÂ
He crosses his arms, âExplain.â
âThink of the war, for example.â Your steely gaze watches as Getoâs dark brows raise, âHonor. Country. Valor. These surely are worthwhile elevated ideas by themselves, wouldnât you agree?â
âMhm.â
âAnd nevertheless, men are dying for them, in a decidedly less elevated way.â You continue, âFace down in the mud, choking on blood, screaming in pain. Fathers, brothers, sons. Men that were nursed into this world by their mothers, only to fall on a battlefield far from those that provoke these tragedies.â Youâre looking straight at him, âThose men remain at home, untouched by blood or bayonet.â
Geto tugs on his coats, skin hot for the first time inâŚever. âI-I see-â
âThat is what happens when ideas are pursued by fools.â
His head snaps up, âAnd you think me a fool? Hm?â
To which you lean close enough that your breath wafts his face, warm and only warmer. Just the slightest smile on your face, âRun to your brandy and cigars~â
Heâd never been harder.
A few weeks after that meeting, Geto rode down in a carriage with Kenjaku to a lake near Vaduz across the channel. A tower built as a water filtration plant and abandoned at the start of the war; the moment he laid eyes on it, the tower, he could feel destiny calling.
He could feel it.
The months slurred into one, and so did his experiments.
He stitched together the corpses of prisoners and men recently hanged, until heâd grown quite expert in making seamless threads on skin, until even various shades of skins could be melded into one. Trial after trial after trial.
The floor of his once-new laboratory ran red.Â
And with every step closer he got to creating life, it felt like Geto lost a bit of his own.Â
The first time that Geto bedded you, that was the night that he finalized the creation that would come to be his greatest downfall. Heâd finally found the pressure points he needed to intrude in order to keep the lymphatic system intact.Â
And he worked like a dog.
Night after night after nightmarish night. Those bad dreams melded into reality, and Geto could differentiate which was which.
Until one night, a strom was a-brewing above his spiral tower, and Geto stepped back to admire his creation. Upon a cross-like platform hoisted a pale body much larger than the largest man, much less human. Heâd chosen each body part himself, of course: that toned torso, that handsome face, that small waist, those sea-blue eyes, hair of holy white.Â
The perfect creation.Â
As flares of lightning outreached across the sky, Geto connected the body to various cables and bolts aiming to extract the energy of the storm. Climbing to the top of the tallest tower, heâd enabled a massive ray that acted as a lightning catcher aimed straight at the lifeless body upon the cross. Like the hand of the heavens above, it was to give life.
âBy God, itâs perfect.â Kenjaku whispers, coming up to the surgeonâs side in the laboratory. Kenjaku had taken residence in this very tower until Geto was to complete his experiment, and he frantically stopped Geto in his ministrations- âQuick! Quick, you have to do it now-â
âPardon-â Getoâs brows furrowed, âDo what?â
âMy brain.â
He pales, âP-pard-â
âMy brain- inside that body.â He shakes the younger man, âDid I not say that the time would come when I ask you for a favor, boy? Well this is that time- quick, before the storm reaches its peak! Extract my brain and place it into the perfect body of our new Adam-â
Geto smacks his hand away, voice heightening. âThatâs madness! I work with corpses, I will not kill just to put your-â
âIs it the money?â
He rounds the scientist now, hands throwing up in the air. And Geto can only step backwardsâ
âBecause I can give you all the money you want- ohoho! You only need to say yes-âÂ
âBut-â
He swipes a hand out once more to grab the other man, though Geto dodges it this time. â-no more, and no less!â Closing in on the man, âJust think about it, my boy, for me- youth! And for you, eternal wealth! No money in the world would be enough for this, and I can give it all to you if you just say the-â
âNo.â
Kenjaku charges.
And at that exact moment, lightning clashes.
CLAPâ!
It erupts from the needle-like end of the ray, making every piece of metal in the laboratory glow molten red with heatwaves. The diagonal and vertical lines of lightning crackling through the air, powerful enough that one could almost feel the atoms around it sizzling. Making the energy spark against metal as it conducts, making a stray beam hit Kenjaku and make him drop to the floor with a cold shiver. Dead.Â
Geto himself can just barely manage to throw himself underneath one of his desks and take cover. His head in his hands, his heart in his throat.
And in the distance, something seems to ba-dumpâ!
When Geto Suguru opens his eyes again, he isnât the only thing alive in that laboratory.
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âAnd it was a monster.â In the present day, a Geto Suguru that was not much older - though he felt as such, he sighed as such - finishes off his story by spitting. It was as if speaking the very tale into memory left a bitter aftertaste in his mouth, âWith the average body and mind of a twenty-eight-year-old, and yet I discovered soon that it had super strength, healing like never seen in a natural organism before- and as his strength increased, mine waned. I did not sleep, I did not eat, I did not live- and more than that, I could not make it speak. I created The Strongest, and in doing so I created a monster.â
Nanami Kento runs a hand down his face silently, âYou played God and nowâŚâ
âAnd now you reap the consequences.â Itadori is the one to finish off.
And the tired surgeon can only nod, placing his aching head in his hands once more. âI am its creator, and I have created a monster. It is something that should never have been done- never! I should have listened to her-â
âI did tell you so.â
A soft voice speaks up, and the fatigued crew almost believes it to be nothing but a hallucination- till theyâre hearing the rustle of coarse bedsheets, and they instantly snap their heads towards the Captainâs bed.Â
It was you.
At some point during Getoâs story, youâd managed to seat yourself up on the bed without any of them knowing. Keeping a keen ear on what was being said. Like Geto, you had that same air of faint fatigue about you- but you still held your head high, your poise that of high aristocracy.
Tired, but still as beautiful as ever. And Nanami swears he catches the surgeonâs gaze glimmer ever-so-slightly as they drift over to you.
By the determined glint in your pupils, he guessed you were none other than Getoâs brotherâs (former, likely) fiancĂŠe.
Itadori jumps away from his seat on the bed with a squawk, blushing to the roots of his rosy hair. With a slightly stifled giggle, youâre patting the mattress beside you and getting him to sit once more. Once that was over, you cross your palms atop one another and introduce yourself.
âCaptain Nanami Kento.â Nanamiâs respectfully removing the cap of his uniform and bowing, hoping that you didnât catch the exact shade of rouge that his ears were.
âDr. Ieri Shoko.â
âItadori Yuji.â
Youâre nodding as they introduce each other, the rest of the crew, one after the other. Before ultimately settling on Geto, âAnd I know you too well.â
âToo well.â He chuckles.
âYou have all heard my acquaintanceâs story here.â You do not wait for the next invitation, gesturing at the man that was still sitting upon the couch. The rest of the room leans in with a nod, âSo I believe it should only be fair that I share mine, too.â
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PART II: Your Story.
You knew that Geto Suguru was trouble - you knew it.
In addition to unapologetically luring you away from your fiancĂŠ (his very brother, at that! That most certainly shouldâve been enough to tell you all needed to know about the man), he was steeped in work of such nature that it should never even be spoken into existence. Such blasphemous ideologies, you had never heard of in your entire life.Â
And you didnât want to.
At least, thatâs what you had assumed. But Geto just had a way about him that was soâŚirresistable.Â
And even these past few weeks where heâd been holed up within his laboratory had a part of you missing him. Not necessarily out of any romantic obligation- though, youâd be lying if you said you didnât miss him in your bed. But mostly, you simply wanted to know whether heâd finally completed his life-death mission and left the rest of humanity to bear its consequences.
Unholy, unholy consequences.
âOh, SuguruâŚâ Your voice comes out breathless, murky in the stagnated air of the dungeon. It had been weeks since either Geto nor Kenjaku had responded to a letter from you, and without further ado - what next was there to do but barge into the very laboratory?
It wasnât a difficult task you had to admit. The massive mill had been deemed empty after a few of your knocks went unanswered, and the door was unlocked - what have you told Geto about prioritizing his safety!
Nonetheless, it had worked in your favor this time. And while your fiancĂŠ had gone in search of his brother, youâd wandered throughout the entire barren, dilapidated mansion until youâd heard a few rustles fromâŚthe floor below the ground.
The dungeons.
Wondering that perhaps something unseemly had happened to one of the residents here, youâd quickly made your way down. And the sight that met youâoh, it had your vision blurring with- tears? You werenât quite sure what was even real by this point.
It was a massive underground cavern, tiled clinically with white stone on every wall. Great pillars. Glistening streams of water. It wafted out slightly damp particles into the air, and made your breath take formulation in front of you. Tall concave arches curved their backs like portals into other worlds, and beyond the largest one- you could see a figure.
So pale that it almost melded into the walls it was chained to, almost wanted to.
But nothing could hinder the sight of the long-limbed, otherwordlyâŚhuman before you. Less than human, more than not. He had the brightest blue eyes. Pale hair. Wearing nothing but a robe- more like a blanket, around his lower half. Stepping closer, you could see scar-like stitches around most of his joints: his neck, his legs, the most prominent one in the middle of his toned torso. You bring your hand up to your mouth and whisper, âOh, Suguru, what have you done?â
The figure stirs at your voice, and stands.
âIâŚâ You donât know what to say, instinctually taking a step back behind a pillar as he stands to his full, towering height. Nearly eight feet tall, perhaps more. The strands of his ivory hair brushed the very ceiling, and you had to crane your head up to take a look at his handsome face.
The way he moves- jerky, to try and crane his head to see you. As if eager.
You notice that he couldnât move much with the multiple chains around his wrists, and so you step into the light. Breathing out, âH-Hello.â
And then he smiles.
The most beautiful smile youâve ever seen.
As you get closer, he silently cocks his head to look down at you.
âHello.â You say, with more conviction this time. Youâre raising your head up fully into the white overhead light, looking right into those beautiful blue eyesâand you think you hear him take in a slight hitched breath. You introduce yourself. âHave you been here long?â
As expected, he doesnât answer once more. Simply blinking down dreamily at you, slow and steady like he was memorizing your face.
And yet you continue anyways- âIt must be cold in here- here.â Youâre shrugging off your coat immediately, and though it might be quite small for the giant, you stand on your tip-toes to help him wrap it over his naked shoulders. âIâm sorry, itâs not much- oh.â Mouth slightly dropping as he cups his hand over yours, just as you were straightening out the fabric over his pale skin. You feel the coldness of his body and gasp.
His large body somewhat startles at the noise, and youâre immediately feeling empathetic.
âOh! Oh, I do apologize for scaring you.â In a slightly more hushed tone, youâre smiling up at him - hoping that perhaps it would disarm him, make him take a step closer. âThat was not very lady-like of me, was it? Do forgive me.â
And you didnât quite give a damn about customs, if you do say so yourself. But before this man youâre placing your hands upon either side of your skirt and curtseying- distinctly sure that you were making a fool of yourself beforeâ
Rattleâ!
Youâre whipping your head up to realize that this giant was mimicking you - with his head bowed, and his lithe hands pinching the air of an invisible skirt.
You canât help but giggle, and that draws a soft grunt from the creation, as if imitating that, too.Â
Or at least wishing to.Â
After a few seconds of drinking him in, you notice that he was looking rather intently at your hands. The very same part of you that heâd touched earlier.
His touch had been gentle, parched.Â
And in almost slow-motion, youâre tugging off the silken gloves that encased your hands. The expensive fabric was stuck to your fingertips like a second skin, and the giantâs eyes widen as if he was looking at you peeling a layer of your own. Reaching your exposed palm outâhe grips your hand in his cold, cold ones and drags you closer.
He exhales as he brings it up to his face, as he feels you- as he presses your fingertips to his mouth and kisses. The man (or perhaps something else entirely?) lets out a soft chuckle as he feels you.
âMm-â He grunts out, pressing a tender kiss on your hand before letting it free. Those overlarge palms of his move onto your other, and youâre almost about to repeat the movements of removing your glove on that one - before he tugs on the material at your ring finger. Pinching it delicately between his own digits, and tugging it down off.
Undressing you.
He grunts once more, âMngh-â Something indiscernible, but to him it makes perfect sense.
In motions that feel like eons, he guides your hands - as light as feathers - to place them upon his own chest. Where you could feel a beating heart.
Ba-dumpâ!
Ba-dumpâ!
Ba-dumpâ!
Racing.Â
Heaving chest. Bleeding stitches.
And you didnât realize until then that youâd been shaking.
Eyes widened, you whisper. âWho hurt you?â
A few minutes later and you were barging into Geto Suguruâs decadent bedroom, where you found him deep in conversation with his brother - something or the other about the Royal Medical Society, not that you could give a damn right about now.
âThe man!â Youâre calling out, uncaring whether you interrupt. You feel so faint that you have to lean against the doorway to fully speak, âThe man-â
Getoâs mouth parts, âYou saw himâŚâ
And thatâs what keeps you walking forwards, until youâre almost nose-to-nose with Geto- and his brother is the one that has to tug you back by your elbows. âThe man- is he patient? A victim?â Tone reaching something shrill that neither man has ever heard from you before, âHis wounds- you wounded him like that-â
âNo, no, noââ Getoâs clapping both hands on your shoulders and attempting to get you to look at him straight. But you almost couldnât - his amethyst eyes werenât how you remembered them, and his hair was askew. If you didnât know any better, youâd have almost said that he looked crazed- âIt was the world that hurt him, my dear, not I- Iââ Pointing at himself now, â-merely gave him life.â
As you take a few steps backwards in shock, heâs looking at you fully.
âI gave him life.â
Later, Geto gave you a showcase of the âcreatureâ as heâd called it. Heâd explained to you his rapid healing, the immense strength that seemed to have been an aftereffect of the storm. And when youâd pointedly asked him why he was chained was here-
âIt doesnât know any better-â Geto had off-handedly replied.
âBut, SuguruâŚâ You bore no mind to the hardening expression on his face, crouching down to clasp the giantâs hand. Your heart flutters as he presses your silken gloves back into your hands from where heâd removed them earlier. Caressing you, â-you know better.â
âSuguru, is he intelligent?â His brother asks, warily watching the interaction between you andâŚthis beast. His brother had mentioned it had the mind of a twenty-eight-year-old, so did that mean he could also feelâŚ
To which the surgeon doesnât reply.
âSuguru, is he intelligent?â
That very night, you snuck out to meet him.
You found the giant glumly hunched over the streams that ran through the dungeon, his long fingers toying with the crisp autumn leaves that had fluttered from the surface above. You watch as he plucks them delicately by the step, chains rattling as he kisses them down onto the water below. Like a little boat that tips and rows right up to you.
Heâd flinched as he saw you, you remember now.
Before youâd cast him a gentle smile, and the creation had nervously returned it.
Once you got closer, heâd reached his hand up to - trembling. Shaking at the very thought of human contact, and yet, heâd handed youâ
âA leaf?â Youâre breathing out in excitement, and the man looks down when you take it. âFor me?â
Heâd grunted in affirmation.
âThank you.â
After a few seconds of admiring the leaf by your lantern, youâd taken it up and pressed it to your lips. Humming ever-so-slightly.
âAnd what can I give back to you, hm?â Youâd wondered out loud, âOh! I knowââ
That night, youâd introduced yourself.
Ultimately, Getoâs brother had decided to stay and monitor the situation - and with it, you did, too. Not quite to âmonitor the situationâ as he had put it, but rather to keep an eye onâŚhim.Â
You didnât know when âhimâ had turned from Geto to the monster within Getoâs basement.Â
And yet, here you were.
It was you who visited the creation every night, sneaking out when all the lanterns had been dimmed and sleep had befallen the mansion as your only cover. Youâd grip a torch of your own in one hand, and in the other would be a cup of ointment.Â
âWhy helloââ Youâd croon out, as soon as you caught sight of his hunched figure on the ground. Still chained - you were working on finding the key to it one of these days. And if worse comes to worse, youâd gnaw through those damned shackles if you had to.
You were on the verge to-
âAnd how have you been today?â Youâd beam up at the pale figure, and heâd beam right back - all thirty-two pearly white teeth on full display. With your hands gentle on his limbs, youâre soothing your fingers underneath the unyielding gaps in the circular restraints around his wrist. Dabbing a bit of ointment on so that it would get all the purpleish skin, âOh, that awful awful man!â
âAwful-â Heâd nod, voice scratchy as it pronounced this new word. âAwful awful.â
It would make you chuckle, âAnd Iâm just as awful, arenât I? Only teaching you awful words?â
The creationâs eyebrows were pale, but you could still make out the way they knit together underneath the medical light. Fervently shaking his head from side to side, âAwful-â He shakes his head even harder, âAwful- not.â
âYou say that Iâm not awful, hm?â You bring a hand up to your mouth and titter, âOh my, youâre quite the flatterer, arenât you?â
And youâre not quite sure whether the giant understood what exactly that word meant, but he blushes all the way down the back of his neck like he does. Such a pretty pink. Rose pink.
Seeing it, you raise an amused brow. âOh? Quite shy for a flatterer, hm?â Without thinking much of it - and oh, you really should think more when it comes to him - you reach out and glide the softness of your fingertips down his smooth neck. âNo, itâs more like youâre justâŚsweet?â
With a shiver, heâs leaning up to your touch. âSweet- sweet. My love- sweet.â
And there was that.
Youâre not quite sure where heâd learned that particular pet name - my love - or whether it was a creation of his own beautiful mind. But heâd started to refer to you by it a few days ago, and had preferred it to your name ever since.
Youâre reaching your hand back- only for him to clasp your fingers once more with his. Only to put them on his body once more.
With a kindly smile, you repeat your name.
âMy love.â His gruff voice answers.
And you repeat it.
âMy love.â
And you repeat it.
âMy love.â
With such a fond sigh, you try to take a different route. âGeto Suguru.â
âAwful, awful man.â
âHah! Well, at least you have the merit to get that one correct, hm?â Youâre humming at him, and removing your hands from his neck to play with his massive fingers instead. The both of you were sitting facing each other, upon the cold marble ledge that Geto had intended to serve as his creationâs bed, you suppose. A sudden idea pops into your mind, âAnd what about your name?â
He cocks his head, âMy love?â
âThatâs my name, isnât it?â You shake your head, tracing out the letters of both your actual name and his lilâ nickname on the surface of his palm. Once youâre done, you close his palm. âWhat about your name?â
âMyâŚâ He starts, and something seems to strangle at the back of his throat. It must be difficult, you guess, to speak out of a voicebox that was not your own. âSaâweet.â
âSweet?â You ask.
The giant lightly grunts, âSaâŚsweet- Satâweet.â He shakes his head, and you could practically feel the frustration that radiated off of him.Â
âHey heyââ You thumb down his palm once more, and heâs looking up at you with such depth. Such raw emotion in those summer-blue eyes; still unprotected from the roughness of a world that has been nothing but cruel to him. Cooing, âItâs alrightâyou can take your time.â
âSa-weet.â Heâs croaking out once more, one hand coming up to his throat- and the other hand pressing into your open palm. He draws out the letters that he was aiming to speak into existence. âSaâŚtoâru.â
Your eyes widen in shock at his decision, and he looks at you intently.
âSaâtoâru.â Patterning out two more syllables, âGoâjo.â
âGojo Satoru?â You ask the man who has picked his own name.
âGojo Satoru.â He repeats, still slightly rough around the edges. And the giant- Gojo, breaks out into a smile that feels like sunlight against your skin. And his hand- it ends up cupping your cheek, he presses his cold forehead to yours. Breathing you in. âGojo Satoru, my love.â
You swear youâve never felt your heart race faster.
After that particular night, youâd taken it upon yourself to teach Gojo as much of the language as you could.Â
Night after night, you lugged down - not just ointment and your lamp now - books as well. If there was one blessing in this entire laboratory, then it was the fact that its libraries were generous with their bounty for you to raid. And for Gojo, as well.
Gojoâyou supposed there were two blessings in this laboratory, after all.
It was tragedy after romance novel after historical novel that the two of you swept through.
Youâd read in your lilting voice, and Gojo would listen - sometimes with his eyes peacefully shut, and his breath evening out so that you werenât sure whether he was asleep or not. And whenever you stopped to check- he never was.Â
Heâd peer at you with wide blue eyes and query, âMy love?â And that was all it took to get you reading again, no matter how scratchy your voicebox felt.Â
Youâd found that Gojo was partial to romance novels the most (yes, even the somewhatâŚsteamier ones), and he vengefully loved a good tragedy, too (though youâd have to let him hold you afterwards, face pushed into the crook of your neck, and his large tears wetting your thin night gown). âYou would never-â Heâd gasp out through powerful sobs, always feeling pain so deep. âYou will always stay by my side, my love?â
âAlways.â
Heâd lace his dominant hand with yours, âAlways- always.â Pressing his forehead to yours once more, lips mere centimeters away. You could taste his icy breath, âI belong with you.â
Times like this you almost remembered why Geto kept calling Gojo âThe Strongestâ, because even his slightest hold would be enough to make your joints pop!
But then his teary eyes would take in the split-second wince on your face, and heâd immediately be loosening his grip once more.
He was never just The Strongest to you.
He picked up on language quickly, given that he had the mind of a twenty-eight-year-old. It was as if heâd just been borne into existence as such, merely manifested.Â
A man in every way except how his creator treated him.
You admit that you didnât get much sleep during those golden weeks- hell, your fiancĂŠ had started questioning whether you were ill after overseeing your bouts of sleepiness during the morning. And you had an inkling that Geto had already guessed, by the way that heâd been staring at you from afarâŚbut he hadnât caused trouble for you.
Just yet.
You remember that night as if it was just yesterday - it was your last night with Gojo Satoru, of course.
Youâd spent particularly long in the dungeon with him that night, even after reading your book youâd stayed behind to simply converse with the gentle giant, all the while tugging and fidgeting with his shackles in an attempt to somehow break them free.
Break him free.
âMy love?â Gojoâs asking in his husky voice, ragged. He peers down through his long lashes at what exactly you were doing with his hands - and he lets you do whatever you want. It was you, you could do anything to him. Anything.
Youâre looking up at his coos, âOh- my apologies, Gojo-â
âSatoru.â
âSatoru.â You manage a smile at his tenacity, âWas I hurting you?â
âNo.âÂ
âAnd youâre not lying.â
âNo.â
âAnd you would tell me if I was the one hurting you?â
ââŚNo.â
He grins at your exasperation - itâs true, the way you rolled your eyes with a groan was highly unlady-like, but you didnât quite care when you were with him. When you were with him, you didnât quite care about anything else, to be honest. âOh, Satoruââ Youâre cupping his gorgeous face, finally letting go of those restraints that bothered you so much. âWhat am I going to do with you?â
âMn.â He grunts, leaning his head in real close so that he could sniff at the flowery scent of your hair. âMy loveââ Hushly whispering out, âMy love, my love, my love.â
âSatoru.â Youâre breathing out, equally as quiet.
And then heâs tugging on his restraints, letting some of the screws fall off - easily, considering your tampering all these past few weeks - only to loop his strong arms as much as he could around you. Youâre being pulled to his firm chest, feeling each rippling muscle through your thin nightgown. âMy loveâmy love.â Itâs like gospel to him.
Your mouth parts ever-so-slightly, something heating up within you. And looking deep into his dilated eyes, you attempt to say something. âSatoru, IâŚâ
He presses his lips to yours in an instant.
In that gaze of his, you saw a need that matched yours.
In that distance of his, you heard the tearing of restraints.
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âO-ohââ Youâre cupping a hand over your gaping mouth, voice heightening the very second that Gojoâs able to get his ravenous hands on you.
The very second that heâs shoving your nightgown further up your body, bearing your body exposed.
For himâŚheâs running his jittering palms down both of your breasts. For him forâwhere your stomach was, down both sides of your hips. For him for him for him. Down to your legs where heâd missed a key part of you.
But before you can huff out in need, Gojoâs scooping you up in his arms and gently splaying you out on his marble bed. The surface is quite frigid against your back, and it makes you inadvertently smear your legs all open.Â
Oh-so-lecherously open.
All Gojo needs it so take a mere whiff before heâs salivating down his chin at the smell of your sweet, sweet pussy. Youâre watching him wipe away the burnished lacquer of spittle with the back of his hand-
âI neverâŚâ Heâs gasping out, each word guttural and chopped as if being wrenched from the very back of his throat. Gojo hoists himself onto the bed, and towers above you casually. âIn all my time here, Iâve yet to feel real h-hunger, my love.â
You supposed that was because of his superhuman body, and youâre wondering why heâs telling you this right now. âIâmâŚglad, Satoru. Would you like me to perhaps bring you something different next ti-â
âBut now, Iâve never felt more starved in my life.â
Ohâ
And before you know it, heâs moving. Heâs moving his head down until it was nothing but a blur of white and pure carnal need.Â
Darting straight towards the target of your pretty pussy-
You were just drippinâ wet by this point, and Gojo doesnât even warn you before heâs surging his nose deep between your pussy and aiming to lick away every single sopping ounce.Â
âO-ohâfuck!â Youâre squealing out, the moment you feel his wet tastebuds sizzle against your core. Gojo was just swiping the pinkish tip of his crown between your pussylips and lavishing it all over in precisely the way heâd eat his favorite dessert. His favorite strawberry. His favorite cream pie. âI s-swear I got you enough of those sweets you love tonight-â
âBut not this one.â
And you donât know exactly what parts Geto had fitted onto his body- but Gojoâs savoring tongue just felt so looooong. Famished. Ramming it into every tiny nook nâ cranny of your outer pussy, forcing his face even deeper between your pretty legs. âOh, Iâve yet to taste something so sweet.â
Those wads of your slick clung onto the lower half of Gojoâs handsome face, making it look as though heâd just dunked his head into a pool. And the more youâre attempting to push away his sweaty bangs and take a good look at him, the further heâs rovering. âFuh-fuck, Satoru- oh my god, Satoru, slow down.â Youâre panting, âYou need to breathe-â
âIs it entirely necessary?â
And yet, it still wasnât enough for him.
You donât even know how but he was so dexterous opening you up.
Swirlinâ aside your puffy folds so that he could get to your hole - start filling up your hole.
Pushing and pushing and pushingâ
Gojo huffs through his nostrils - right up against your swollen clit - when your snug channel naturally resists the intrusion. He couldnât fit in more than an inch of his prolonged tongue, and the challenge makes him furrow his snowy brows. âWhy isnât itâŚâ Almost muttering to himself, before heâs spitting a slick wad of saliva straight down onto your core. Splat! âIs this itâ? Will this work-â
And then with both knobbly edges of his thumbs pryinâ aside your pussylips, heâs attempting to shovel even more of his tongue inside. âOh heavens- Satoru, what did I tell you about breathing-â
âBut sâjust not fitting, my love.â Ah- at this point, his words were just slurred. And you swear his kiss-bitten lip pops out in what looked like a pout. âI donât care if I donât breathe if it just- hah, doesnât go in-â
As if to prove his point, Gojoâs staring straight into your dazed eyes whilst he fucks your pussy with his tongue. Sharp jawline hanging wide open, slithering the pinkish edge of his tongue âround and ârooooound your hole a few times.
Before he hiccups, âS-see?â Just so sloppily, the giant is attempting to flop his thick muscle inside your leaky entrance. âSânot going in sânot going in- and fuck! how badly I want it to go inâŚâ
âOh, fuckâŚâ You breathe, âI really am a bad influence- now I have you cussing from that pretty mouth.â
He was also whining into your cunt from that pretty mouth, begging you to take him more seriously. With both of his overlarge palms flattened on your thighs, Gojoâs just slightly slipping on the sheen of slick plastered to your skin as he spreads you all the more open for him. Like a feast-
âWell, if you really want to- hngh!â Just as you begin to speak, heâs funneling his tongue an inch or two deeper. The most sleazy expression upon Gojoâs face as his wet muscle reels back- only to do it all over again. âHow cheeky, Satoru- if you really want to fit it a-all in, then you have to stretch me, yâknow?â
âStreeetch?â Gojo blubbers out between your pussylips, his maw practically glued to your core by now. It was just too cute the way youâd splash all over him whenever he sent those vibrations right up your cunt, and he looked down at your entrance in interest. âSo like- thiiiiiiis?â
âOh fuuuuuckââ With your voice crackling as you keen, youâre immediately letting your body arch into the most perfect curvature.
Because Gojo Satoru had his rough index and thumb pinched over your puffy clit and drag-drag-draaaaagging that nub. Zaps of pleasure make you see white as he rolls it between both digits, âLike this, my love?â Gojoâs whispering, âOrâmore-â
âYes- no- yes.â By now, you canât do anything but buck- oh, how did it get to this? Heâs been the one that was easily pussydrunk with only a few laps, but now you were the one reaping its consequences.
Purely speechless on the way he was teasinâ your pretty clit, youâre reaching your dominant hand down and gripping onto Gojoâs white locks. Roughly - but if the way he purely moaned when he felt the sensation was anything to go by, then he loved it. âYes, like that- ngh. But thatâs not exactly what I meant, Satoru.â
âWhat did you mean then, my love?â Heâs asking, eagerly.
And a faint satisfaction washes over you at the fact that youâre going to be the one to teach Gojo Satoru how to play with your pussy.
You flutter your lashes down at him, âFirst lesson is- you have to get me wet enough.â Not that he quite needed that lesson, for you were wet enough that your sap was oozing out of you and sticking onto his face in oodles by now.
But it just feels so good having him purse his rosy lips and splattering a straight ribbon down onto your cunt, smearing it with none other than his lips. âAnd then?â
âS-second lesson-â Shivering, youâre tugging his face closer - and The Strongest lets you. âTake it sloooow and easy with that tongue, Satoru. Just like- mmm, fuck!â But just a singular lap at your treacly pussy, and Gojo was all but plastered to it.
Lavishing your front with licks. Swiping and snapping his tongue allllll over every crevice.
He was letting his tastebuds enter wherever youâd let him, blue peripherals rolling right to the back of his skull at the candied taste that was filling his throat. And Gojo has the audacity to fight against it and whine when youâre briefly attempting to tug him off, âJust one more-â He pants out, with a wettened plop! when he attaches his maw to your cunt once more. âOne more lick-â And once more. âJust one more taste-â And once more. âOne more sweet kiss-â
And once more.
Eventually you canât do anything but throw your head back and shrillââNot adequately following the lessons will result in- in barring you from my pussy-â
And then heâs removing himself with a gasp! âNo- no no no no-â Grabbing onto either side of your waist - and youâre unsure whether thatâs to keep himself at bay, or to keep you from running away. âPlease donât- I beg of you, please donât. I need this pretty pussy, my loveâŚâ
âThen youâll listen, hm?â You ask, to which the powerful being doggedly nods. âAlright then, commencing- he second lesson is to take it slow with your tongue. Just stretch out my entranceâoh.â
And this time his tastebuds were sizzling against yours in slow, sensual motions. In circles and cute hearts- you swear your pupils were dazedly following along with the movements within the whites of your eyes.Â
âLike- like this, my love?â He eagerly pants out, scorching breath hitting you from all angles. Luxuriously salivating into every tiny crevice within your channel- not just impatiently trying to fit in. Slick and satisfying with his plump tip squeezinâ inside. âIs this, mmmm, adequate enough for you?â
âYes- yes yes yes.â Youâre moaning with your head thrown back, âAnd now ngh, if you could just put your fingers on my clit nowâŚâ
âIs that a lesson?â Genuinely asking - heâs raising a pale brow, wafting his hand closer and closer to where you wanted him the most. Genuinely letting his mouth water at the notion - âOh, please let that be a lesson- please. I love this cute lilâ clit.â
Youâre nodding your head along with just as much desperation, âYes- fuck yes, itâs a lesson.â
And the words have barely even left your mouth, youâve barely even thought to close your gaping mouth - before Gojoâs cupping your cunt with highly-trained reflexes and teasinâ your clit. His lengthy fingers roll over that knobbly nub, in circular motions that make you buck atop him-
âOh- oh lookââ Heâs marveling out at something, awe-struck. It takes you every shred of will in your body to actually tilt your head downwards and see what he was talking about. And Gojo? Gojo was just fixated on the sultry way that his tongue was shovelling even deeper between your pussylips, the friction letting his tastebuds massage your velvety walls. âLook it actually works- ngh, your lessons are benefiting me- ngh, quite greatly, my love.â
âHappy to helpâŚâ Blearily, youâre rutting your hips up in a sloppy staccato to chase that white-hot pleasure thrumming in your veins.
Something that Gojo happily welcomes, if the way he was roverinâ his sweaty head even closer told you anything. âAnd then?â He pants out, his nose rubbinâ all over the leaky slit of your cunt. âAnd then what- what next, my love, what next? Anything to do with this sweet pussy drives me wild.â
You take one look into his darkened eyes - blue irises damn near black by now - and shiver. âAnd lesson numberâŚâ
âFour.â
âFour is that you can t-try to use your fingers to help fit inside.â One more look- though, this time itâs at Gojoâs incredibly-sized fingertips. Far larger than any other human man, and the way they just curved dexterously inwards made you want to gulp. âSlowly, however.â
He purrs, âSlowly it is, my love.â
And you might have made Gojo Satoru agree to slowlyâbut you didnât speak a word of him being nice, did you?
Within mere sultry seconds, he has the tip of his middle hooked âround the rim of your entrance. Using slight strength, Gojoâs stretching you wiiiide open- âOh.â Gasping straight into the quivering orifice of your hole. âOh, my love, youâre right.â
Heâs then jutting his pointed chin straight between your puffy pussylips, letting his long tongue splosh! inside. âYouâre right- it really does go even deeper. Oh, I wonder what it should be like if I put two fingers in-â
âT-two of your fingers?â Youâre snapping your head up to gawp.
âOh, but donât worry.â Gojo shoots you a dazzling smile - literally, he was drenched in so many candied layers of your slick. Intently, âIâll be reeeeeal slow.â
âO-oh, fuck.â
Heâs swabbinâ away two of his doughy fingertips- right along with his tongue now. Again. And again. And again and again. Pressing into every speck and spot inside of you, Gojoâs digits manage to scissor your channel wide open, whilst the texture of his tastebuds were creating a feral sort of texture that drove you wild.
Spittle dangles down the side of your maw, âOh- oh my god.â Babbling away almost nonsensically, just the most sinful noises leave you any time that Gojo was thrusting his thick digits in and out. In and out. In and out. âOh heavens, Iâve never felt something so gooood, Toru.â
âMmm, and that sounds good.â The tips of his ears blush a cute crimson shyly at the nickname - all the while he had his face nose-deep into your cunt and lapping you like a madman.
Sticking his fat tongue in every time he fingered open your cunt, hooking his muscle up to your gooey roof. Shoving. Shoving. So hard that glittery speckles of your slick escape and strike the tops of his cheekbones. And he just couldnât get enough- with a growl heâs dragging you back mercilessly in for even more.
Adding in a third fingerâ
âSh-shiiiit, Satoru-â Youâre all but bawling, âI donât think mâgonna last too long-â
âAnd the fifth lesson?â Heâs hissing out in response, just as urgent as you. With his honed senses, he could practically smell the pure carnal need in your pheromones, âWhat should be the fifth lesson, my love? Please, I must hear it with my own two ears- I must-â
âThe f-fifth lessonâŚâ Head dizzy. Pupils whirling. âThe fifth lesson sâto make me cum, Satoru.â
And he doesnât think heâs heard sweeter words.
With a particularly haaaaard push of his fingers, all the way down to his bases, Gojoâs sticking his rounded fingertips straight against your throbbing g-spot. Where youâd been waiting for him for so long. Where he barely even has to graze that awaiting spot before youâre bursting into your sudden high.
âC-cummingââ Your shrill voice echoes out in the dungeon - not that you cared at this point. And your body unlatches from the now-warm bed to riiiide all of Gojoâs pretty face through your high, âMâcumming mâcumming mâcumming, Toru.â
âAnd sâall because of me-â
Proudly, Gojoâs letting himself be used to cover your sweet, sweet sensations of bliss. Any time he could feel your geysering orifice clench âround him- heâs only thrusting his fingers in harder.
Only licking over your bundle of nerves even more.
Slurp-slurp-slurpâyouâre barely even midway through your wave of euphoria before Gojo finds himself already finished licking up your beaded ounces of slick. And without a second thought, heâs shoving himself back in between your legs with his tongue mazinâ inside. âShould be able to fit myself in- hah- now, huh?â He murmurs to himself, through just the slightest muffled gaps between his maw and his cunt. âGo inside- go inside go inside go inside-â
Youâre strangling out a squeal as he ends up bottoming out his lengthy tongue, âSo much of youâŚngh, Toru, you fill me up like nothing else-â Thrust after thrust after thrust.
âAnd itâs the only thing I want to do.â Hammering away where you were the most sensitive. âTo bring your pretty pussy so much loving.â
Before Gojo finds himself stuffing your cunt to the brim with his fingers and his tongue- and youâre barely through with your first high before already bursting into your second.
This one was unexpected, and it explodes through your body from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. Your entire body heating up about several more degrees, just like putty âround his constantly hitting digits - with such precision whenever heâs striking your g-spot.
It passes through in synchronization with your initial orgasm, a brief flash behind your eyelids- before itâs petering out to nothing but a few overstimulated zings!
âP-please-â You sob out, clawing at his perspired scalp. âI donât think I can cum again, Satoru- fuck, I donât possess the stamina for that-â
âYou do not?â Genuinely in disbelief.
âYouâre just much more- ngh, enduring than me.â Blurting out, and it takes you both of your hands to even nudge Gojo away from where he was wetting your orifice with his tongue. All over again, as though he was still set on the idea of tugging out a third orgasm from you. âBut if we do it now, then Iâll let you put something else in my-â
He unglues from your pussy with a loud, lecherous mwah!
âAs you wish, my love.â
Ohâand then youâre being manhandled. You thought that Gojo Satoru was being feral with you before?
Not at all, youâre actually realizing that heâd been going easy on you. Heâd been holding himself back. So fast that you barely even register whatâs happening, Gojoâs rip-rip-riiiiipping your poor nightgown straight down the middle, throwing it somewhere behind him.
Raising himself up on his haunches. And then a hand falls to the robe around his pelvis-
âOh myâŚâ Youâre squeaking out in surprise, eyes widening as the white fabric unravels for Gojo to reveal himself completely. Even when he had that on, youâd assumed that he was quiteâŚsizeable - it was only pertinent, after all, the rest of him was quite exceptional in size as well - height, weight, power.Â
But this?
This just made your jaw drop, and your mind immediately goes to curse at the man that had created him. Eyes greedily following the stitches that held together his muscular torso and v-line, you canât help but let them dip lowerâŚand lowerâŚand lower.
The prominent stitches between his lower and upper halves.
Those ladder-like abs that decorated his core.
The trail of his white happy trail.
The base where they ended in a thick cock.
Long.
With a handful of veins starting out from his pelvis, and snaking all the way down his nine - perhaps even ten - inches. They loop all over his shaft, so hard that you could visibly count every throb. As if all the blood had left his man-made body and ended up in his cock.
Ended up in his blushinâ red tip that glazed with a fresh lacquer of precum. Twitching at the intensity of your stare-
âI-is something the matter, my love?â Gojo interrupts your ogling, âIs something not to your liking- oh, is it because eating you out made me cum just a lilâ bit?â
Your mouth opens, but you donât know what to say.
And Gojoâs swipinâ his thumb down his mushroomy tip, smearing away a few remnant beads of white. âBecause I apologize that Iâm so weak for-â
âNo!â Youâre interrupting his apology instantly - he had absolutely nothing to apologize for. In factâŚyou rather found it pleasurable that making out with your pussy made him cream right in his pants. Clearing your throat, âNo- you donât have to apologize for anything, Satoru. Itâs justâŚâ
âYes?â
âYouâre so big.â
âOh.â He looks down at himself as if he never realized- and when he looks up, youâre jolted to your very core to realize that Gojo Satoru was smiling. âAs long as we have the five rules, right?â
âR-right- oh.â
The confirmation is barely letting off from your lips before Gojoâs hulking figure grabs at your squirmy body and slap-slap-slaps! his creamy tip between your folds. Just nudginâ away the curvature of his tip between them, he gets a taste of your heated cunt and all but breaks.
Shivers. Shatters.
He unfastens his mouth as if he was about to say something- before immediately gnawing down on his lower lip and rutting. Like an animal.
Like he was in fucking heatâGojoâs attempting to swirl his strawberry divot inside. âOhâohâŚâ He grunts out something primal from the back of his throat, every slight buck between your legs making Gojo let off a pained noise - he needed to be inside you right now. âOh- so this is what a pretty pussy feels like. This is what your pretty pussy feels like-â
âAaaand?â Youâre cooing out, wrangling onto his sculptured deltoids. âHow does it f-â
âLike heaven.â
Heâs managing to bully in a single inch inside your tight cunt- completely forgetting whatever sinful âlessonsâ youâd just taught him moments prior. Just that pussydrunk.Â
And just the first measurement of his swollen, fattened cock inside your pussy - just the first sensation of your walls all wrapped around his cockâŚ
And you think you might just have broken The Strongest.
Because Gojoâs then throwing his head back and cumming- dolloping out a thick layer of his sap deeeep inside where you could feel it move about. His honed tip enters your hole perfectly, layering out his slick.
âC-cumângh.â Just the cutest noises leave him, and you swear youâre catching his face stain with a single tear or two just at the sensation of putting it inside. âMâcumming.â
âI- hah- know, Toru.â FuckâŚyou shouldnât have said that. Because that only makes his twitchy tip flinch just a bit more inside your walls before beading out his hot pearly cum, the slickness of it already overspilling from your entrance.
That cascade of liquid echoes out just the slightest sultry noise - the slightest.
And yet Gojoâs snapping a single look down your glistening cunt and gigglingââS-so thatâs what it is.â Heâs rasping out- goosebumps skitter all across your body as you register the way his tone soundedâŚoctaves higher. Sounded as if he was almost crazed.Â
Without any warning, heâs then lightly easing his shivering hips back and shoving- âSo thaâs what it is. So thaâs what it is. Why h-has it never occurred to me prior?â Fucking his gooey wads back in. You werenât sure whether he was talking to you or himself, before heâs plunging out a few more vulgar strikes with just his dribblinâ rose-colored tip. âThatâs what it is, my love.â
âWhat is- hngh, what-â That final sentence of his was punctuated by the sloppiest stripes of pre, taken inside your channel with slurping noises.
Heâs boring straight into your eyes with his dilated pupils. Almost glowing. Almost animalistic. Before youâre able to repeat your question once more- Gojoâs clogging up your throat with his hammerinâ away. Nothing more than three inches inside of you (for now) and still rendering you stupid. âItâs that⌠One of his hands claws down your front, feeling for himself as he sinks in. âI donât know if I believe in any h-higher power, but if I didâthen itâd be you, my love.â
âOh my- fuck!â Both that hand on your stomach and his free one then grope onto your hips and slam you down to meet his greedy hips.
âIt would be you-â Heâs panting out, his own personal chant. Through half-lidded eyes, Gojo watches the way his thickened cock slips nâ slides into your tight orifice. Cum and slick pouring out like madness, âIt would be this pretty pussy- oh, the way sheâs taking me- I could worship your cunt every single day of my life and die with no regrets.â
Panting out, âD-donât say that-â
You could feel him enveloping every single hidden sweet spot inside of your walls, Gojo didnât even have to try to get his flared ridge to open you up juuust right. âI will.â He seethes, something absolutely ruined in his tone- you might just be right in thinking that youâve broken him. âI will- unless you command it, my goddess.â
âO-oh myâfuck.â With your back arching into Gojoâs sculpted front - all toned abs and rippling obliques - you felt as though you were at his complete mercy. âDo you- do you even remember the lessons, Satoru-â
âOf course, I remember the lessons.â
His tone was one that was offended you should even ask.
And with his nose crinkled handsomely in slight concentration, Gojoâs then rattling off those very lessons - while doing his very best to disregard them. âFirst- hah, first lesson is to get your pussy wet enough.â
âAnd?â Youâre raising a brow, just to see what he would do.
âAndâŚâ Gojo lays his eyes down on the vision of your glistening cunt and almost snickers - you were just so aroused that your pussylips were shimmering with your sweet, sweet sap. He then proceeds to crane his neck down and still spit a great glob of saliva down onto your cunt. â-completed.â
âOhââ He was checking those lessons off like boxes. You just wondered what would be there for you by the very end.
âSecond lesson-â Gojo continues, â-take it sloooooow and easy.â
You nod, âS-slow and easy.â
âOh, but how mâI expected to when your pussy fuh-feels like ngh- this, my love?â Heâs genuinely pondering, with his brows knitted and his tongue darting out in thought. âIt just feels so good that- hck! slowing down should be punishable by the law. I would rather be chained and whipped than slow do-â
âSatoru!â
And you can only watch as Gojoâs eyes brighten up, âOh! I know-â
Thatâs when heâs easing the sinking of his cockâeeeeeasing, ever-so-slightly. Just for a laaaaanguid stroke, two, three, four-
Before youâre once more being pounded silly by his massive intrusion, âThere- there.â Gojo babbles out with a pussydrunken smile, all dopey and blushing. âI took it slow and easy- fuck, it even had me fitting in an inch more, my love, did your pussy notice?â
âFuck yes, I did.â Youâre whining, arching your hips up into his. âAnd now youâre going- fuck, youâre going so f-fast again-â
âWell, you never proclaimed that I must go slowly the entire time.â Basking in his own personal victory, the loophole heâd discovered, he accelerates his hips even more. The rotund crown of his tip poking into you viciously, âRather an oversight on your hngh- part, donât you think, my love?â
âRather, yes.â
âBut itâs alright-â He nuzzles you with his attractive nose, â-I should do well to excel in the third lesson. The ah-â
âF-fingers on my clit.â
But of course, Gojo Satoru didnât forget. Of course he merely wanted to hear you say it in that pretty, whiny voice of yours whilst you were being fucked by him- âWhat was that?â Gojo cranes his head down, the tips of his bangs tickling your face. âIâm afraid I cannot hear you clearly over your cunt-â
âFingers on my, mmm, clit!â Youâre yelping out, âI want your fingers on my-â
âOh, you never need to beg with me, my love.â
Such a tease- when did your sweet Gojo become such a tease? Become so damn mean? Snickering at the look on your face, he reaches down and gently pinches your clit.
Moaning at the lewd way you buck, âAh- is that not adequate enough? Do you wish for mooooore?â
âYes, more-â Youâre gasping, âMore more more more-â
âOh.â And it makes a part of his over-hard cock jolt right against your walls, burying himself just a few more inches down your walls. âAs you wish, my love.â
The flatness of Gojoâs thumb was now glued to your nub, and youâre seeing white at the sheer amount of pressure being put on your lower half. He runs a hand across your drivelling wet cunt, right atop your folds, in-between your slit, snagginâ apart your cute clit and pressing down-down-down.
âReminds me of your other lesson.â He coos out, shivering at the lecherous way your expression twists every time his bulbous tip entered you. âReminds me to- hah, to use myâfingers.â
âToru, for this I donât believe you need toâmmmpf, fuck.â
Youâre biting back your words- in fact, your words are being fucked right back into you. âThe fourth- hah, fourth lesson.â Gojoâs whispering as his thumb darts down in rubbing motions from your clit and to your hole. âThe fourth lesson the- ngh, the fourth.â Almost reminding himself, almost holding himself back whenever his fingertip was getting a taste of your sweetened cunt-Â
And heâs reeling that hand upwards to lick off the polished wet excess.Â
With those tips of his now coated in a gleaming layer of saliva, Gojo manages to curl his thumb inside and pry apart your entrance a lilâ further. Just a lilâ more.
Just enough for him to give you another hard push and finally bottom-out.
His tufts of pearly white curls scritch-scratch against your cunt, and youâre driven absolutely crazy by the carnal feeling of having all of Gojo Satoru deep and throbbing inside of you. Heâs managing to fill out every single crevice like never before, a loooooong length that ends with his reddish tip kissinâ at your spongy cervix.
âO-oh my fuck-â Even as you breathe, you can feel him stuffed inside of you. You try to run your palm down your front, and you swear you can almost feel him from the outside.
The giant sploshes out a hefty wad of pre that adds to the mess already leaking out of you - and you might have thought that Gojo would feel awe-struck at the filthy sight below you, you might have thought that Gojo would babble away at it.
But instead heâs just soâŚquiet.
Gojo Satoru has his head hunched, his ivory bangs covering his eyes, his biceps quivering as if they were on the verge of collapsingâ
You take in the sheer amount of his ragged breaths, as if heâd just run across town five hundred times. âSatoru-â You tug on his shoulders- and when that doesnât rouse him, youâre moving onto shifting apart his bangs to take a good look at his flushed face. âSatoru, are you okay- oh, shit.â
One look into his eyes.
One look into his drunken, predatory eyes-
And thatâs all it takes for Gojo Satoruâs entire body to jolt- for Gojo Satoruâs entire body to be electrified as if heâd just been brought to life a thousand times over. Startled into motion. Breaths catching.Â
Heâs moving mechanically, robotically, to throw both your legs over his broad shoulders and suddenly bend, bend, bend, bendâ
âI donât even know what Iâm doing.â He utters out into the saturated air, words nothing but a whisper. Eyes wide. Mouth gaped. A slow dribble of saliva down the side of his mouth gives you the urge to lick it off- but before you can do anything about that temptation, Gojoâs ruttingâusing that kinetic force to push you even deeper in half. âI donât even know what Iâm doing-â
Till your knees hit your tits, and your chin hits your collarbones.
And you can only cry out as Gojo fucks you at a constant rhythm, feral. âYou- you donât realize that youâve just folded me into the hck! meanest mating press, Toru?â
âNo.â
Heâs bullying his hot girth into you- thump-thump-thumping away directly near the back of your womb. And if that wasnât enough, his split-ended tip found itself grazing your favorite g-spot as well, again. And again. And again and again and again.
âI donât even know why- ngh.â Heâs choking up at the feeling of your walls closing in on him, your sopping pussy holding him completely hostage by this point. One hand of his was rolling his fingers over your clit, and the other glides down your core. âI donât know why itâs justâŚâ
Youâre gulping once his hand comes to a stop right above where his bulbous tip was ending out at your cervix. Thudding away-
â-mâgetting this sudden urge to breed you, my love.â
Oh.
And perhaps it was the feeling of his perfectly vein-decorated cock getting to you, perhaps it was the way his probinâ eyes felt almost hypnotic. And yet you canât help but open your mouth with a whiny- âYes.â Locking your ankles firmly âround his neck, heâs ramming and ramming his hips into yours with a groan. âBreed me then, Satoru. Give me your- hck! child.â
âOh, my loveâŚâ Gojoâs spit-slicked maw drops. âOh, my heaven- oh, my lifeââ His forehead plasters against yours, scalding breath fanning your face. âYouâd be lucky if I gave you just one.â
âI p-presume I wonât be making it out of this alive-â
Gojo doesnât confirm nor deny, only drilling into you like such a madman.Â
It was in his natural instinct to breed you until his silvery tip felt all red and raw. The only thing he had to do was bottom-out at the spongy layer of your womb to activate that carnal part of him that wanted to see you all round nâ glowing with his child.Â
With his strings of precum splashing out at the bottom of your cunt as if a premonition of something much stronger. And Gojo can only plant smack after smack of his rounded, ruby-red tip at the base of your pussy. Those goopy layers suckinâ him in- âHaaaah, mânot even completely certain that it can be done.â He admits, thoroughly pressuring his hips against yours. âAnd yet- I hope you know that I wonât be letting you go until we make it happenâŚ?â
âMake it happen?â You gulp.
âMhmmmâIâll stay here and pound you against this marble as long as I need to. Wonât stop even when your gorgeous shapeâs dug into the stone, if by then youâre still not p-pregnant.â Such filthy words, and after each syllable he places a solid sultry flick upon your clit.Â
It makes you dribble out your sap like a faucet, âIf I canât sense your pretty cunt taking my seed. If I can feel the space inside of you. If you arenât all full and choking on my cum-â Free hand coming up to draw a line across your airway, â-right up to here. If you donât have trouble speakingâthen weâre repeating it all over again.â
You shiver at his words, âOh fuh-fuck, Toru, I donât think mâgonna last very long.â
âOh yeah?â Heâs tittering, âThaâs not gonna make me stop, my love- I apologize- it just feels too good. Just gets me too addicted that Iângh.â His brows furrow, head throwing back- âDonât even think about trying to get me to pull out before Iâve done all Iâve promised-â
âSa-toru!â Youâre dragging out your words, feeling lightheaded with the constant thumping of pleasure taking over your fuzzy brain.
âOh but- but donât think that doesnât mean mâthat gone on this cuntâŚwell, I do confess that I am.â Heâs gently tugging on your clit, and breaking out into an accomplished smile. âBut worry not, I still r-remember your lessonsââ
Youâre cracking your eyes open, almost delirious. âYouâŚdo?â
âMhmââ He leans down, and plants a gentle peck on your lips. âFifth lesson.â
And itâs exactly then that Gojo Satoru fucks you straight into your high- stark against your tizzy pleasure, scorching hot. The electricity of your orgasm rips right through your body, frying your veins with the sheer bliss-
âFifth lesson, always make you cum.â Heâs repeating as if a mantra, and youâre clutching his scarred back for dear life as Gojoâs lengthy shaft digs against your every tiny orifice inside. Somehow, heâs mapped out your g-spot perfectly - swabbinâ that exact spot in the same sloppy tandem as his fingers on your clit. Ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump! âAlways make you cum- hah, always- always-â
âW-want you to cum, too, Satoru.â You blink up tearily at him, wriggling your hips. You moan at the feeling of his flared ridge stirrinâ your tender insides, âInside- please?â
He breathes out, âHasâŚhas anyone ever cum in-â
âNo.â Youâre tugging him into a kiss, and it somehow seems to heat your body up even further. âJust you.â
And itâs all that needs to be said for Gojo to finally finish out.
Pouring out long clingy streaks of his cum, that ivory sap sticks against your walls and sensually slides down to your womb- hot and sticky. Balls clenching. Heavy. So much of it- the sheer volume is a sensation that only adds onto the shakes of your own orgasm.Â
Your toes curl, and you swear you could almost taste the sticky sweetness of the puddle he was swirlinâ out at your very base. With all his throbbing inches shoved in tightâand your teeth set on edge after each ba-thump! of hot sap.
Heâs riding both yours and his on your pretty lilâ cunt, âJust me-â Parched lips whispering. With brazen eyes, Gojo looks down at your core and pat-pat-pats above where he was spurting out his sap. âJust me, just me- just meââ
As Gojoâs voice breaks out, youâre peering up at him. âSatoru-â
âAnd is itâŚâ Heâs finishing off his train of thought from earlier, still muddled by the feeling of your sopping wet cunt- the crackles of his high. They make every hair on his body stand on end, spine arching into your body. â-is it just me that belongs to you, my love?â
You whine when his slightly-changing position makes his globular tip swab even further inwards to mess up your insides. âOh, Toru, you donât belong to me.â You tell him, and the corners of his lips almost downturn in sadness. âYouâre mine, if you hah- want to be-â
âI do.â Gojo answers, immediately.âOh, how I do, my life.â
Beaming.
You just didnât know that, outside, Geto had been there to hear it all.
.
.
.
In the end, it was only with the promise of bringing him more romance novels, and perhaps a few sweet treats from the kitchen, that youâd managed to detangle yourself from Gojo Satoruâs long limbs. You crept upstairs with the morning light.
Clutching onto the staircase banister with all your might, absolutely ruined.
And you were well and fully intentioned to return with the spoils of your brief respite - to be quite honest with yourself, it ached somewhere deep inside when you werenât near him. And youâd just been running your mind through a few potential titles that he might like when you heard his voice.
Not Gojoâs, no.Â
Getoâs.
âYou should not go near it.â
You whirl around to find him standing at the foot of the stairway, hidden in the shadows, so that you had not even noticed him with your mind full of Gojo.
Geto takes a step closer towards you, and you could feel his eyes sweep down the tattered nightgown that you help to your body, to your glistening eyes, your kissed lips. His lip curls in distaste, âYou should not go near it.â
âIt?â You ask, not masking your dislike.
âIt, yes.â He spits, âIt is dangerous-â
âHe is a human being-â
âHe is a monster.â And Geto Suguru has never raised his voice with you - not with you. But he canât help but let that scratchy pitch out now, getting closer towards you with that utterly manic look in his eyes. âThe Strongest- yes. I have not completely failed, but something must have gone wrong somewhere. A suture? A valve? Because he is a monster-â
âYou do not know him!â Waving your lantern in his direction, he darts backwards with his eyes narrowed.Â
âGood God, my dearâŚâ He starts out, slow. âIf I could force myself to believe it, it would be in my inclination to see attraction in you for that thing-â
âAnd if so, then what?â Youâre raising your head high in challenge, meeting his steely gaze dead-on. âUnderstanding. Pain. Intelligence. In him, I see all of those things-â The flames lick away from him, â-and I am not quite sure I see them in you, anymore.â
Geto turns his head away from you, jaw clenched. âWhat about what you have denied me?â And youâre not quite sure what he means in that moment, not until he spits out the very two words that haunted you for nights. âYour heart.â
âMy heart.â You canât help but laugh to yourself, fists tightening on your lamp. âOf all human anatomy, that is the organ furthest from your understanding.â
And that is where your conversation had ended.
For the night, that is.
Turning your back to Geto, youâd made your way up that grandiose staircase- towards the library, as you were intended to. You took your time perusing the titles, both in wonderment as to what Gojo might like as a pastime to forget the conversation with Geto before you met your lover. And by the time that youâd picked up a tattered old copy of Beauty and the BeastâŚthe tower was on fire.
What happened next you remember in snapshots and screams.
Running into Geto and your fiancĂŠ in the corridor, being bodily dragged out of the burning mansion by them both, fighting your way in an attempt to get into the dungeons- and yet, you were no match for both.
Youâd flung and clawed at them both.
And yetâŚthey still let the dungeons burn.
You knew that Geto had something to do with the fire, he seemed none too miserable about losing his greatest creation. None too sorry about hearing it screamâyour name, from the depths of his wounded chest, it echoed above the flames,
That, howeverâthat made you run to the house despite the flames- itâs only with your fiancĂŠâs help that you narrowly missed a plume of flame and heat that had been headed straight at you. And when you opened your eyes, stuck together with tears, youâd foundâŚ
Geto attempting to go inside, as well.
Frantic.Â
Fervent.
Flapping his coat and attempting to wade through, a single tear racing down his cheek.
What has he done?
âItâs too late now, Suguru.â Youâre throwing off the other manâs arms, your cries aimed at Geto who looked on hopelessly at the maze of fire that he simply could not penetrate. âItâs too late now!â
Inevitably, youâd broken off your engagement and wished to flee the country, perhaps flee your life entirely - only, you didnât realize that a certain scientist had much the same idea. Geto had joined you on an expedition to the North Pole a few months later, one that youâd signed up for in the hopes that the cold would perhaps numb your mind.
But when your Navy Vessel had been attacked by a hooded, inhuman figure- it was the two of you that had been left out for dead, the harbingers of such disaster. And you could only realize that Gojo was far far from numb in your mind. He was closing in on it. Just as he was closing in on you.
He was alive.
He was alive.
And you wonât let Geto prevent you from seeing him now.
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.
.
âSo that is why the monsâŚGojo calls for âherâ.â Nanami breathes into the ringing silence after your side of the story. He looks over at Geto, who hangs his head low, and then straight into your eyes. âHe was asking for you- he was calling for you-â
âOh-â Your hands fly up to your chest, âSurely you didnât hurt him too badly?â
âWe did not, my lady.â Nanami lies - and even if it had been false, it was only true that this creation had rapid healing. The Strongest, huh? Imagine such a thing. He takes his hat off and slightly bows before you, âWe apologize that we were not there to speak with him before attacking, human to human.â
Youâre managing out a slight smile, before you turn your gaze towards the haggard Geto Suguru. Who mutters to himself, âHerâŚso- so he really doesnât wantâŚâ
âItâs not you he wants, Suguru. He doesnât want revenge, he doesnât want blood, he just wants-â
âLove.â He says the word like it pains him, looking up at you with those soft amethyst eyes for the first time in what feels likeâŚforever. âHe wants love.â
And you wanted your love, too.
The crew outside had been doing a valiant job at attempting to ignore the cracking of the frozen sea beneath them, the almost turgid shape of something attempting to claw at them from beneath the icy surface. Banging at the frost. Creating currents that sway and tip the Horisont from side to side. But once the group filters out of Nanamiâs bedroom, multiple officers run up to their Captain with their worries.
âCaptain, that- that thing seems to be coming back up again-â
âOur onlookers have spotted it swimming back near the ship-â
âItâs almost here!â
âCalm yourselves, calm yourselves.â The blond-haired man raises his palms to signal for silence, announcing to the entire crew. They look at you curiously, so out-of-place amongst their frantic faces, in fact- you seemed ready to leap off the side of the ship for a better look. âI am aware of the problem, and I am aware that he will be returning soon.â
âHe?â Repeats Ino.
âHe.â Nanami affirms, a twinkle in his eye. âAnd we have been quite the inhospitable hosts towards each of our guests here, and as your Captain I apologize for not correcting our behavior sooner.â And above the gasps, he continues. âGojo Satoru is not dead. Gojo Satoru will return. And when he does-â He gestures behind at you, â-we will be letting this lovely lady off the side of the ship.â
âA sacrifice, Captain?!â
âThatâs murder!â
âHow could we ever possibly-â
âHeâs coming.â His stern voice cuts through all, and it didnât matter what they all had to say at this very moment. It only mattered what you had to do. âHeâs coming- man the ladder.â
The crew works quickly and efficiently, and as they let that water-logged wooden ladder hit the ice below- Geto claps at your elbow with one of his shaking hands. âAre you perfectly sure-â
âSuguru.â Youâre interrupting him, and it makes the taller man flinch. You smile, âIâve never had a more foolhardy idea in my entire life.â
Somehow, somewhere, he manages to crack a smile, too.
The thunder of fists against frozen water grows louder, synchronizing with the stomp of your heartbeat as you make your way down that ladder. Biting your lips against the cold, your eyes trained on the dark mass of cloth that waded beneath the snow like a blood-thirsty shark. Ready to break free.Â
The moment your shoes hit the crunching snowâ
CRASH!
Gasping, the ship leans over on its side as they look over the edge.
The Strongest.
All eight, loving feet of him towering before you.
Shoulders stooped. Cloak drenched. Hood obscuring. His breaths come out in uncontrolled gusts after so long beneath the water, and the breeze tickles your face as he just canât help but bow himself closer to you.
âLet me see you.â Youâre humming, reaching over with absolutely no hesitation to pull the flap of his hood off. Ice-blue eyes meet yours. Rosy pink lips wobble with emotion. And suddenly youâre looking into the very face that has haunted your daydreams for so long now, your love. Your Gojo Satoru. âSatoru.â Taking one of his overlarge hands in yours, youâre placing them to your core - beyond those extra layers of coats, the swell of your belly. The life growing within. âWeâre sorry we took so long.â
His scarred body embraces you then and there, âMy loves.â
A/N. Think this might be the longest fic Iâve ever written? Mayhaps??
Plagiarism not authorized.
Love Island - T.F.
Synopsis. Islanders, youâve got a steamy date! An unfortunate recoupling leaves only you and one other participant unpaired - the mean, smug, hot Toji Fushiguro. Too bad you hate him, right? Right?Â
Pairing. Toji Fushiguro x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!reader, Love Island AU, enemies-to-Iovers, forced proximity, reality TV, recoupling, first dates, arguing during it, slight exhĂbitĂonism, oraI (fem rec.), he gets PĂSSYDRĂNK, running from it, manhandIing, use of âmaâamâ, chokĂng, spĂtting, p talking, competitiveness, making him fit, tummy buIges, p sIapping, he makes you count, DĂMBIFlCATION, slight marathon, squĂrting, the L word, Tojiâs down bad, getting together, pet names, swĂŠaring.
Word count. 10.1k
A/N. My guilty pleasure tbhâŚ
You could only stare in utter silence.
Because you knew- oh, you knew that if you dared open your mouth right now, it would let out a barrage of insults they couldnât air on even the trashiest of reality TV.Â
Right ahead of you, Naoya turns away with a scoff. Smirking down at the brand-new bombshell heâd just sauntered onto the island with. Hand-in-hand.Â
Yours left empty.
You jolt at the tense announcement of your name, the glitzy host probing at you with pitiful eyes- âTonightâs recoupling is now complete, you have not been chosen. As always, you must pack your bags and leave the villa-â
Fists clenched, you stand.
ââŚbut our voters seem to think otherwise.â
What? You could almost hear the beat drop theyâd edit in during production. And as every islander freezes in confusion, the camera greedily follows each expression. Each word.
âBecause who doesnât love a good enemies-to-lovers?â She waves her cue cards with flourish, honing in on one participantâ
Toji Fushiguro.
Next to you, Utahime holds onto Shokoâs hand. You could hear a few of the men mutter. Most of the cameramen themselves fighting back gasps. Hell, even Naoya seems to raise an icy brow.Â
And with his beefy arms crossed so tight that his button-up strains, dark brows furrowed - Toji seemed just as bewildered as you were. He lounges by the corner of the semicircle seat that surrounded the infamous Love Island bonfire. Jutting his chin in defiance, âNo way.â
You never thought youâd see the day where you agree with him of all people, âThis has to be a joke. I mean- him?â
âCharming as ever, doll.â
âSee what I mean?â
âOh, Iâm looking.â
The numerous producers behind-the-scenes were near-salivating as they lean in closer, and you could practically count the dollar signs in their eyes. Each shot of your little argument was liquid gold, and it seemed the host knew just as much. âIslanders, as you know, the public has been watching- and voting! And this week we had them vote for two Islanders they would like to see go on a date.â
Oh, fuck.
It wasnât just some brief coupling until you could snag someone else - this was a date. A date.Â
Youâre biting back a groan as she pauses for what stretches on like eons.
Letting the gossip and tension simmer like the crashing waves nearby; you swear the temperature heightens by at least ten humid degrees once the host finishes off - with your name-
â-and Tojiâ!â
It bursts - the whispers, the sounds of camera lenses peering ever-closer, the constant repetition of âbut they canât stand each other?â And you couldnât quite fault any of your fellow participants for pointing out something you knew yourself.Â
Something that the host blissfully ignores as she rattles off from her cards, âYou will be leaving the villa immediately to see if those sparks of difference can turn into sparks of something more.â Faintly, you register Shoko and Utahime pulling you into a hug, âWeâll be seeing if it really is true that you should keep your friends close, and your enemies even closer. Get ready. And good luck!â
Promptly, the two sides of the couch separate as per their groups.
And you couldnât even give a single fuck about the way that Naoya was hovering awkwardly with his new beau. Forgotten already.
The only thing registering in your mind behind Utahimeâs cooingââAre you alright, sweetheart?â Soft tone still being picked up by the microphones, âDo you need some water? A breather?â
âIâm alright-â Youâre waving off, âI donât even care about that damn Naoya anymore, itâs justâŚâ Throwing a look at Toji - who has the audacity to look over the manly hands thumping his shoulders. Twiddling his fingers in a mocking wave at you, âHim?â
âHeâs better than that pig, to be fair.â Shoko unsubtly nods at Naoya, loud enough that he turns to her with a bristle. âAt least he hasnât been ogling every girl at the villa like Mr. Two-Tone.â
Youâre wincing at the reminder of your first pick - Zenin Naoya.Â
The man whoâd paired up with you on the first week itself with his sweet, snaking words, and promised you the world. And even though you shouldâve known better than to expect as much on a dating show, it was still a complete slap in the face tonight to have him be so ready to kick you off the Island tonight. âHe hasnât been ogling any girl.â
Utahime hums, âImagine if youâre the first on the Island to turn his head.â Sputtering at your sharp stare- âI-I mean-â
And then there was him - Toji.
Youâd hated each other on sight.Â
Maybe it was that cunning glint in those jade eyes of his, the way he was too suave, too in control. Or maybe it was the way heâd spilled juice all down your best dress during your first meeting, and all but ran from you afterwards. No apologies. Nothing more but snark to match yours.Â
But it was a shock that Toji had made it this far in the competition anyways - being brought in to stir drama halfway through the season, heâd been cruising by purely as a fan-favorite.Â
And, sure, he was begrudgingly handsome; tall, chiselled, but he hadnât set a single hand or pair of eyes upon any of the other women here. Not even any of the bombshells - as someone else oh-so-clearly had.Â
There had to be something wrong with him.
âWhy, how nice to know thatâs what my hot date thinks of me~â
Fuck- youâd mused that out loud.Â
And right as Toji had sidled up behind you, predatorily quiet. You fight to keep your tone even as you look over your shoulder to meet his burning gaze, âHonesty is the best policy, no?â
He plants a firm palm on the seat cushion, craning his head down low enough until his breath mingles with yours. âAny more honest observations before we kill each other on the date tonight?â
âYouâll find out as I dance on your grave.â You roll your eyes.Â
âAww, think about the show ratingsââ
Nodding seriously, âWhich will certainly improve after I kill you off.â
âFeisty.â Tojiâs sharp canines glint in the light of the flickering bonfire as he grins. Itâs pindrop silence as he nudges his head even closer, even more intimately. âThen be honest with me, doll, and tell me your favorite color.â
âHuh?â
âColor. Favorite.â He makes a face of faux concern, âOr sâthat too tough for your pretty lilâ-â
âCanât blame me for being surprised you can understand the color spectrum.â Youâre biting out - the date hadnât started but it was already in ruins, you could already imagine how the rest of the evening would go. Ultimately spitting out your favorite shade-
âHm, interesting.â Toji inclines his head down at you for a thick second, two- before turning his sculpted back in the direction of the assigned dorms. âDress up fâme tonight, will youââ
You spit out a few more choice words, even as Utahime strokes your hair. âThere there, itâs just for tonight.â Youâre shivering as her lips brush your earlobe, whispering conspiratorially, âAnd if you ask me, I think the producers are actually onto something.â
âYouâre joking.â
She insists, âEnemies-to-lovers.â
âEnemies-to-youâre-delusional, Uta.â Shoko deadpans- before cracking a meager smile once sheâs catching her gaze. Hands intertwined with each other, whilst yours gripped emptily. âBut I love you, anyway.â
You groan at the paired couple, already dreading whatever the studio had conjured up for you on the date. âThey shouldâve sent you two instead.âÂ
Utahime cackles, âYouâre not getting out of your enemies-to-lovers that easily, girl.â
âAt the very least, youâre on camera.â Shoko looks accomplished at your dual inquiring gazes, âSo you wonât be able to actually kill each other.â
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.
.
You were actually going to kill each other.
It was only a few minutes into this âromanticâ dinner date and one of you had already thrown a fork at your date. The other had thrown an impressive helping of mashed potatoes.Â
Youâre grimacing as the cameraman nearby smears off a creamy smudge of potatoes from his expensive lens, turning back to your date. Heâd dressedâŚsurprisingly well - in a button-up of your favorite color, raven bangs styled stylishly messy, smirking at you from the end of a candlelit table. âA true gentleman.âÂ
âAnd yer a true warrior.â Toji cackles, bending over to pick up your fork from the carpet of the restaurant.Â
The producers had managed to rent out one of those painfully high-end ones in town. With deconstructed soups and a menu with dishes more expensive than your rent; all deep red decorations for couples, and soft waltzes playing out loud.Â
And you didnât know if you felt more out-of-place at this establishment or simply sitting opposite Toji.
âOi. Oiiiââ Heâs teasingly snapping you out of your spinning thoughts, arms crossing as he leans over the table. âFinally fallen for my charmsâ?â
âCharms?â You furrow your brows, pushing the tiny portion of dinner âround with a spoon. Itâd been long since the crew had given up trying to prompt you two into usual first date questions. Pretending to look around, âWhere?â
Smile venomous, Tojiâs closing the gap between you on the table- âAh, forgot you canât see them with your head stuck up your ass, doll.â
And youâre not far behind, but neither are the cameras. âBeen staring at my ass a lot, have you?â All clustering around the chaos of the table, the sniping words breaking through the gentle atmosphere.Â
âWhy, I have.â
You gape, âMust be why Iâve been feeling sickly lately.â
âNo, itâs just sickening to be such a grouch.â
âIâd rather be a grouch than a sleaze.â
And heâs leaning his head on one palm, long lashes narrowed- he has the audacity to flutter them at you. âWhy, I thought that was your type?â
You have to fervently battle the hand itching to grip your porcelain plate, that goop of your appetizers still-untouched. Cocking your head, âAnd what if it is? Whatâre you gonna do about it?âÂ
Youâre watching as something within Tojiâs half-lidded eyes seems to flicker- something seems to twinkle. And, knowing Toji as much as you have these past few weeks, it doesnât feel like anything that bodes well for you.
With a low, pointed sigh heâs slouching over the table - closer to you, close enough that the silky fabric of his dress pants bump against your knees and makes your skin sizzle with heat. And you have no doubt that the cameras manage to catch each second of this motion. âWell, unlucky for you, Iâm no sleaze, darlinâ.â
Tone deep. Almost husky.Â
Itâs enough to make your skin prickle with goosebumps, and something in your breath catches as you cross your arms. âProve it.â
And it was a simple retort. It was something to leave your word last, and your mind thinking you won the ceaseless argument.Â
Not something to make the cameramen gasp as Toji stands to his full, towering height. As he casually drifts a hand through his messy bangs, pushes his long sleeves upwards to bear veiny forearms, and reaches one out to you-
You stare at his open palm as if it was a snake waiting to strike, âWh-what?â
âYou said to prove it. Come on then, letâs get outta here.â Heâs smugly rolling his eyes, âUnless youâre just as uptight as that Nao-â
Youâre intertwining your fingers with his faster than you could blink.
And it registers that just as Toji was large - so were his hands. Thick, enveloping, heâs barely even trying to guide you breezily to your feet. A roughened thumb slowly dragging down the sides of your index, âSo- since the madam wasnât enjoying her time here, where might you suggest we g- oh.â
But youâre quicker.
And youâre dragging him through the line of fancy tables, well away from the cameras that hasten to keep up. âAway from that.â
ââŚyes, maâam.â
Oh, you quite liked that coming out of his mouth - though, youâd never admit.
It takes two minutes for you to duck out of the overly-polished enterprise of the restaurant, and only one more to speed walk towards the first stall of street food you could find.Â
Stuffing your faces into something fried and much more filling, you canât even bring yourself to feel even a shred of self-consciousness as you notice that the cameras have caught up by now.
But what you didnât notice was the look that Toji was shooting your way- half-pausing his own devouring, half-locked on the cute lilâ hums that you were letting off. Simply pondering.Â
âAh, I remember my husband looked at me on our first date.â A slightly-weathered, gigging voice speaks up- and both of you snap your heads towards the crouched old lady manning her stall. Nodding at the two of you, âKeep looking at her like that, young man. Even when youâre all old and wrinkly like me.â
You nearly choke on your food, âO-oh, actually, weâre-â
âOf course, I will, grandma.â Toji, ever-the-charmer (to everyone but you, it seems), throws his strong arms around your shoulder. Tugging you to his hardened front, âSheâd been begging for ages to take me out.â
And you can only watch in pure horror as sheâs lightly pinching the dimples by Tojiâs grin, âOdd amount of cameras there are. Is this for- what the kidâs call ah- YouTube?â
Toji starts, âItâs forâŚâ
âOur wedding footage, of course.â He shoots a look your way - oh? - which you only meet with one of your own. Two can play that game. Clutching onto the thin fabric of his button-up, you hold up your left hand with a mournful look. âHe didnât even get me a ring, though.â
Stammering for a lie, you swear you spot the tips of his ears burn rouge. âI-I said itâs in cleaning-â
âOh- he got me a secondhand one, you see-â You smile, dig your own grave Toji Fushiguro.Â
âIt was vintage-â
âAnd now heâs lying-â
âFucking hell-â
The stall owner bursts into peels of glee, clapping her wrinkly hands. âAh, you young âuns really do remind me of my husband and I.â Before sternly wagging her finger, âI expect you to come back here soon with a few little ones running around one dayâ!â
Youâre grinning, sickly sweet at Toji. âOf course, unless I snip it off.â
Him, right along with a few cameramen, can only shiver.
Though, perhaps that was because of something else entirely.Â
Because as soon as youâre finishing up with the lovely stall owner, tipping her generously, the coastal wind picks something frosty in it.
Forcing nearby windows to slam, the flickering streetlights to dim. And for your newly-made friend to look up at the darkening sky and furrow her feathery brows, âWell, looks like I best be heading back- weâre in for a storm.â She rapidly starts furling in her stall, âYou two better get going too- my homeâs nearby but for the entire groupâŚâ She looks over your expansive team of cameras, âThereâs an inn just down the street if youâd like?â
One of the producers, whoâd been silently observing until now, jumps at the chance. Hastily jotting down the location as he makes a few calls to the studio-
You didnât even want to know what that was about.
Good television, you presume.
âItâs just a little ways away.â Tojiâs holding a palm over his line of sight, in the direction of where the old lady had said. A light drizzle was just starting to kiss down on your figures, âWe should make it if we run.â
Youâre looking down at the slick cobblestone, then at your heels, having been forced into one of your best pairs by Utahime. âRightâŚrun.â
Toji looks at you for a second. Then at your heels. Back at the distance of the inn. A multitude of emotions before he closes his eyes and groans.Â
âGet on.â
âWha-â
Youâre speechless, only staring onwards as the big, bad Toji Fushiguro crouches in front of you with his shoulders bared. Beefy arms braced behind him, gruff voice calling out- âGet on then, or mâleaving you here to be drenched.â
He wasâŚoffering to piggyback you?
Him?Â
You huff, mouth opening to reject- when a particularly heavy splash of a raindrop makes you shudder. Fuck, the universe really wasnât on your side today.
Bracing two hands on top of his deltoids, you could already feel the firmness of his muscles underneath. Legs bracing on either side of his kneeled figure, âY-you just want me on you.â Itâs the only thing you can get out before heâs standing up- and fuck, was it high from where your feet dangled, held up by his steady forearms.
Held up easily.
Toji turns his sharp side profile to you and grins, âOh yeah? Howâd you know, doll?â And you jolt once one of his rovering hands push down where the fabric of your dress was riding up your thighs. âEasy, easy. Youâre not so bad when ya arenât hurling insults my way - almost.âÂ
âDonât act like you donât love it.â Itâs hard not to be distracted by the minty scent of his cologne, soft curls of Stygian hair tickling your nose. âYouâre not so bad when youâre not a sleaze. This is almostâŚsweet.â
âDid it hurt ya to say that compliment?â
âWorse than passing a kidney stone.â
âOh- oh, get a shot of this.â One of the numerous executives calls out once Tojiâs bracing you carefully in his arms. âTheyâre going to eat this upâ!â
A brilliant grin breaks across your dateâs face, and you already know what heâs thinking. âWould be a lot sweeter if we didnât have all these damn cameras, huh?â Soft breath striking your features, âReady- set-â
â-go!â
The last things youâre hearing are the shutters of cameras, and the laughter of the stall owner in your ears. Mingled right with Tojiâs rough chuckle- âSee-â Heâs panting out, legs moving faster, bumping you purposefully on his back so that youâre squealing. âAm your type now, doll?â
You wrap your arms tighter âround his flexing shoulders, and tell yourself that the way you burrow into the crook of his neck was because of the pouring rain. âNot at allâ!â
And somewhere down your sprint, Tojiâs heart stutters.
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.
âFuh-fuckââ Tojiâs murky breath escapes in a pant, and youâre shoving him by his expensive shirt through the double doors of your suite. âYouâre fucking feisty.â
âAnd youâre drenched.â You wrinkle your nose at the way the darkened fabric of his button-up glues to each ridge of his abs, his pecs. It was almost too much, you were almost too close. And you already knew that youâd be watching these episodes in particular once youâre out of this Island.
âAre you sure that youâre not the one-â
âYou wish.â
As stars of the show youâd, expectably, been given the best room in the entire inn. Anything for that sweet, sweet juicy content that would have audiences frothing at the mouth - just as the cameramen were right now.Â
Right behind you two.
Fighting over each other to get the best shot of Toji leaning over the mahogany woodwork of the entrance, disheveled. The first few buttons of his dress shirt unbuttoned. Slightly dazed. Slightly in disbelief.
âThaâs about as far as you damn perverts can go.â Heâs narrowing his eyes directly at the greedy lenses, palm steady on the doorknob. But those reality show cameras manage to catch the slight hint of a grin on his face. âGoodnight then.â
Taking one, long look at you.
âBecause I certainly will be having a good night.â
It happens so fast that you donât even have the chance to register it - Tojiâs rough hand gripping onto one of your wrists. Before he jerks a bicep of his and tugs you inside, letting the door shut behind you two with a resounding slam!
Alone.
Finally alone.
No producers milking your arguments, and no cameras rolling for every single interaction. Youâre stuck with only the two of you, and your labored breathing.Â
Though, youâre never given the time for it to sink in - not before Toji has your back against the roomâs wall, his arms caging your face, meaty thighs pinning down yours. Grin gleaming in the dim lighting, âEasy there, doll.â
âMmmââ Leaning in, the plush curves of his mouth just lightly graze your own. His sinful scar scraping the outer edges of your lips ever-so-barely-
âOh- oh, fuck.â
Tojiâs feeling your mouth crash into his- and in a singular, split-second heâs addicted. Biting down on the soft insides of his cheek and still managing to let out a throaty groan of displeasure when you instantly break it off.
âNo-â Heâs gasping, one hand holding onto your throat. Chasing your mouth with a few sloppy kisses that leave your maw stinging, âCome back. Come back come back-â
But you have something else in mind.Â
And - peering right up into Tojiâs widened eyes - youâre falling to the velvety carpet with a dull thud!
Knees stinging with the friction, your eager fingers fumble with the zipper to his pants, âDonât get- hah-â Steaming hot breath enough to make your dateâs half-hard dick twitch, â-cocky about it-âÂ
âPun intended?â
âWhat- no.â Youâre murmuring, hazy pupils locked on the fat bulging outline you could make out between Tojiâs legs. Each pulsing throb made the dark patch of precum on his dress pants grow, and youâre biting back a few wads of saliva from adding to it.Â
He tuts, lips curling at the ends. âCat got yer tongue?â
âTch, no. Youâre p-probably not even thatâŚâ
âWanna bet?â
Grouchily, with a thumb pushinâ down the hem of his trousers, Toji tugs down his unbuckled pants. And heâs rendering you speechless. Stunned.
Layers of fabric unveiled just enough for the long, gleaming edge of his shaft to spring up and smack against his stomach. Smearing a wet line of pre that splurges from the end of his cock and all the way down to his balls.Â
And he wasnât just big - he was big.
With a plump, tannish mushroom tip that was trickling out sappy pre, making such a mess between your legs as you imagined what heâd feel like inside of you. The circumference was enough to make you quiver-
âO-oh.â
âWhat was that?â Tojiâs cooing, knowing damn well just how big he really was. âWhat were ya saying? Something about me beingâŚsmall, doll?â
And as if to prove his point, heâs holding the thick girth of his cock side-by-side to your face. Memorizing the pretty lilâ way your mouth drops at how much bigger the prolonged length of his shaft was, how he was just so thick.
Before you know it, youâre reaching up to measure him in your own hands.Â
With a gulp, you find your palms cradling his bulky hilt nâ struggling to even close. âFuck.â Squeezing your thighs together, youâre giving his cock an experimental tug. âFuck, so this is why youâre such an asshole.â
Toji cracks one of his glassy eyelids open, âWhaâs- oh, just like that, doll- whatâs that supposed to mean?â
âBecause youâre soâŚbig.â It almost tore at your pride to admit he was right. But how could you not when you now had both hands wrapped âround Tojiâs swollen girth?
When he was polishing off your wrist with a gleaming sheen of his pre, the bulbous crown of his shaft twitching in the air. Youâre whispering, purposefully so the gusts of your breath make Toji sensitively bite back whimpers. âLets you get away with it- ngh-â Your lips pucker forward in a kittenish kiss, tongue gliding along the tender line of his slit. âLetâs youâŚfuck.âÂ
But whatever statement you wanted to make doesnât leave the jumbled mess of your mind.
Because soon enough youâre sheathing Tojiâs furious cocktip between your lips and sucking. Like a hot strawberry lollipop, his syrupy precum was coatinâ your mouth and just so thick.
Tojiâs hands plastered onto your scalp, heâs holding your gorgeous face upright and thrusting. âFuck- fuck fuck fuck.â Head throwing back until it hits the aged wallpaper of the room, âHeh- guess I found a new use for this mouth, darlinâ- fuck!â
Moaning, your textured taste buds glissade down his throbbing veins and make Toji shiver. And for all that he was babbling away, he was just gone.
âEasy, easy there, girl. Was just hah- just joking.â Padded fingertips jittery on your head, scarred lips trembling as youâre bobbing your head methodically up nâ down, up nâ down, up nâ down. Each piston leaves him stretching out the softened insides of your mouth like heâs branding his rotund tip, âYer gonna fucking milk me dry, yâknow?â
Youâre raising a brow as if to say that that was exactly what he wanted.Â
Nails clawing down the surface of his pale thighs, âMmmf- want-â Tongue slipping further down his plumpened shaft, your jaw grinds against the skin near his pelvis. âWant more- want to make you haaah- cum.â
âThat fuckinâ eager?â Toji pants, tilting his head from above. Just so hot nâ big itâs like he was melting with every greedy swipe. âYâknow Iâm gonna make you cum at least five times more than me, right?â
Rolling your eyes, youâre only tightening your grip on his muscular legs. Letting the bounces of his pistoning hips strike your mouth, thick cock swabbing the insides of your cheek.Â
Toji curses as he feels you relax your throat nâ stuff his girth even deeper, length bulging from the sides of your throat with a squelchâ! âWhat? Donât think I can do it?â Without any warning, without any hesitation, heâs gripping onto the sides of your neck with a free hand and squeezing to feel the veiny cylindrical outline spearing open your maw. Feeling himself through your throat. âDonât think I can make you cum?â
Slobber streams down the side of your lips and you whine at the zig-zagging pattern his veins were making at the back of your throat.Â
âWait-â His brow quirks up, eyeing your watery peripheries. âHas he ever made you cum, doll?â
You already knew what âheâ Toji was referring to.Â
Naoya was all for the cameras, and no steamy date night spent between you two had actually ended up as something you might have wanted to brag to your friends. And so you could only dart your eyes away- for but a mere nanosecond before Toji firmly pulls you by your jaw up to stare at him.
To meet his eyes, probinâ for an answer until you could only shake your head.
He barks out in shocked laughter, âNo? No?â Confirming, as youâre gesturing an affirmation once more before heâs planting a fat rut into the cushy back of your mouth. âFuuuuck, never made you cumâŚâ
With the loudest, filthiest noise Toji forces his ravaged, red cock out of your mouth no matter how much you huffed nâ puffed otherwise.Â
âNever made you- you-â Constantly repeating, heâs watching as a dollop of precum glitters down the side of your chin and groans. Almost turning his head away, almost wanting to look away because it was just too fucking much. But he couldnât - he was hypnotized as youâre drinking in the sap of pre heâd left inside your mouth. Breathless, sweating. âSeriously never fucking made a gal like you cum?â
Pouting, youâre shaking your head. âNo- I already told you, Toji. Why-â
He leans his head back to look at you through dark lashes, âIf it were up to me youâd be cumming until you couldnât anymore, doll.â
Eyes shuttering, you shiver at the feeling of two calloused palms sliding down your shoulders, sensually. Toji lifts you up like you weigh nothing- and before you know it, heâs carrying you in a few strides across the bedroom to sprawl you out across the satin bedsheets.
Hovering over you, âSo-â He breathes out, raspy.Â
The corners of Tojiâs scarred mouth twitch up into something primal once heâs taking in the sight of you with your back pressed against the bedsprings. Mouth-gaped, blinking. â-lemme show you how a real man fucks.â
âOh- oh fuck.â
Your dress is torn off with a ruthless rip-rip-riiiipâ and so are your flimsy undergarments. Tojiâs hooded eyes widen as heâs taking in the translucent sight of your panties, soaked through until heâs making out the shape of your pussy.
Thumbing down the edge of your drivelling slit, âOpen wider.â He taps your trembly thighs as you gasp nâ buck off of the creaky mattress. âWider.â
Hands clasping the backs of your knees to smear yourself open like such a slut, âL-like this?â
The bed sings in protest once Tojiâs shifting himself further down, scrutinizing the precarious position youâre in. âMmâ wiiiider.â Tittering at the way youâre straining to, âCâmon now, no need to be shy.â
Youâre mewling, body reacting to the utter shockwaves of Tojiâs palm coming down to spank the outer edge of your pussy through your panties. âSee?â Fuck- heâs just salivating at just how much wetter youâre growing, dripping straight through the cotton fabric. âShe certainly ainât shy.â
Wincing through a few tears, âJust- sh-shut up and ngh- make me cum then.â
âYes, maâam.â
And in a split-second, Tojiâs barely pulling aside your underwear with a sticky sluuuurpâ! Pursing his plump lips to spit vertically between your puffy pussylips, your match canât help but admire the cute, glisteninâ hole hidden between your folds.Â
Youâre hearing the last thing he murmursââBon appĂŠtit.â
And then heâs pushing and pushing his face right between your legs until Toji damn near suffocates himself. Just a singular swipe of his lengthy tongue, gluing all the way till the rim of your entrance and he groans-
âFuck.â Sounding out-of-breath, and it wasnât even from a lack of respiration. Heâs simply gaping open his ravenous maw and plastering himself to every inch of your cunt he could reach. âFuck- fuuuuck.â
Slightly concerned, youâre tugging on the edges of his black bangs. âT-Toji?â Harder, when it doesnât make him even budge. âAre you-â
âDonât-â Toji cuts you off, and his thick eyebrows knit like he couldnât spare the time to even respond. Only clinging onto the sides of your hips so that he can pull you halfway down the bed and stick his slimy mouth even deeper. âWhat the fuck- youâre so fucking-â Another wad of spit hits you like a bullet, â-sweet.â
And he was addicted.
Simply addicted, itâs almost animalistic the way that Tojiâs ridged taste buds were poking nâ prodding between your bloated pussylips.
Honed in on squeezing between your sloppy hole, heâs feeling you clench your cute insides âround him and twitches. âEasy- easy now.â Softly, he strokes the side of your waist, âLet your dear Toji get in there-â
âJust shut up and eat me out-â Quivering, youâre pushing down on his head with all your might - and that seems to be the exact force that Toji wants.
To have your knees closing in on his clammy head, hips rutting off of the bedcoils with every wad of spittle that leaks from his lips. âMmm- feisty.â And just as the curly edge of his tongue slithers between your cunt, Tojiâs right thumb drifts upwards to sliiide over your clit. To make you shriiiill out. âCâmon tell me that again. Again.â
âNgh, f-fuuuck-â Youâre throwing your head back, pupils whirling in stupid circles again and again with every swipe of his tongue. âJust sh-shut up and eat me- hck! out.â
With a groan that breaks at the very end of his baritone, heâs bullying his mouth deeper. And you swear that youâre seeing Tojiâs powerful hips come down to hump the plush end of the bed, âShiiiit, yeah. Love it when you boss me âround, doll. Now how about telling me how good it feels.â
Good.
So, so good.Â
Every stroke of his silvery mouth had you rendered near-speechless, and as a few more solid inches of his muscle eases past your folds you find yourself whining. âWell for that it has to- hah- feel good. Doesnât it- oh, fuck!â
Youâre regretting those words the instant they leave your mouth.Â
Because just then Tojiâs shattering your sentence with a thorough plunge of his thick tongue, again and again. Heâs fucking your poor, dewy insides like heâs rubbinâ them raw, âWhaâs that?â Snickering straight into your cunt at the way your mouth falls open with moans. âWhaâs thaaaat?â
âItâs- hck! itâs just-â
âI-i-it-â Toji guffaws, mockingly. That mean thumb of his pressing down on your clit like a button, just the pressure is enough to make you see stars. Lurching wildly with a yelp as heâs taking the opportunity to swat down where you were the most tender. âStop runninâ and put it on my face, dammit.â
âYou donât need to- fuuuck- breathe?â Youâre asking, almost incredulously.Â
âNot. At. All. Maâam.â
And he couldnât get enough - would never be able to get enough when you were so sensitive and reactive like this.Â
So itâs with such a sleazy chuckle that Tojiâs coiling his second hand around your leg, letting the knobbled tips of his index and middle poke against your wet slope. âBut I want you to breathe- to scream, to tell me how hah- fucking good it feels.â
His fingers are just so thick that they can easily pry apart your filthy folds nâ stuff your leaky orifice. The circumferences poking your insides sooo deliciously wide open, the utter stretch is enough to make your eyes roll to the back of your head.Â
Letting off a talkative squeeelch that heâs drunkenly nodding along to, âMhmâ yeah. Sâgood, huh?â Tojiâs doubly spreading you wiiiide open with both his tongue nâ his digits, âCâmon, girl, tell me with those other ngh- lips, too. Not just these pretty onesââ
Hiccuping, âYouâre so- youâre just so- fuck!â
âThatâs it.â Repeating like a mantra, every pump of his barreling fingertips leaves your mind spinning. Your mouth agape, your pussy beinâ spanked constantly.Â
Gasping, the crowned edges of Tojiâs fingertips curve up into the roof of your cunt. Feeling all over your slimy walls to scour for your g-spot, âThatâs it thatâs it thatâs it-â With a sudden, slamming thrust of his rugged fingers heâs burrowing deeply into your sweetest spot nâ holding it there. âAnd whoâs making you feel this good- who?â
âY-you- ngh-â Gnawing down on your lower lip like bubblegum, you have to fight to keep your wits about yourself. Riding his handsome face in sloppy drags, âCan you even- handle it, Toji?â
Because you could barely even hear him breathe, hear him pant. Only feeling the lavish velvety of his tongue salivate allll over your snug hole, jackhammering away in bursts in nâ out. âOh, I donât need to handle it.â
And in a sultry split-second, your weakened thighs are thrown over his shoulder and used as leverage to drag you down. Manhandling your cunt to smack against his mouth-
âYouâre the one fucking falling apart.â
âAnd y-youâre pussydrunkâ!â
âFuck yeah, I am.â Spitting. Glossing over your swollen pussylips with his drool, he sticks a third digit inside your rubbery entrance and watches as you squirm.Â
Toji was pussydrunk all the way to his brain, oversaturated with the sweet heat of your core. Big fingers swabbing along your tenderest spots, his third fingerpad easily latches onto your g-spot. âFuck yes- yeah, and I wanna hear juuuust how good I make mâgirl feel.â
His girl?
âYeah, my girl.â Shit- did you say that out loud? With heady eyes, he nods - and the vision is sensual enough that it almost has you cumming. âGot a problem with that?â
âN-no- fuck! It feels too goodâŚâ
With another three swats coming down on your pussyâsmack! smack! smack! Toji has his tongue glued to your clit now, swirlinâ over a tiny âTâ, then an âOâ, âJâ, and finally an âIâ. Making you sound out every syllable-
If your mouth couldnât formulate his name, at least your cunt was letting it out in the cutest gushes nâ wads of slick. Dripping down each side of his gluttonous mouth, âOut loud now, can barely even hear you over this pretty pussy.â
âToj-â
Squeeeelch- âTheeere she goes.â Toji smirks, âSee what I mean? You hafta be louder, doll. Say my name.â And he could feel every clench, every zap of tremors running down your spine. âSay my name nâ Iâll let you cum.â
Fuck- he knew you were oh-so-close to your orgasm before even you were.
âI-Iâm gonnaâŚâ Youâre gulping, feeling that familiar twist at the very bottom of your tummy. It was something hot and prickly which set your very teeth on edge, âI think mâclose, TojiâŚâ
âYa think?â His tongue continues all those lewd ministrations, and no matter how much you were rutting and curvinâ your spine - it wouldnât make him even budge. Not even an inch. âLet me hear it. Whoâs making you feel this good?âÂ
Again and again, heâs spelling out your name until youâre defeated. Until all you can do it speechlessly mouth those very syllables on your own tongue, dappled with a flood of saliva at his twirlinâ patterns. âT-Toji-â
âLouder.â
Faster. Harder.
âToji-â
Thump thump thump his digits scrape your g-spot, the end of your cervix. Heâs leaving a few battered bruises that have you quaking all the way down to your bones, tongue flickering just to tease you out of your mind.
Itâs almost like he wants to cut you off.Â
And thereâs another slap on your pussy, another snicker. âNow how about a-â Fuck- he barely even had the patience, the sanity to pull his glistening features back far enough to speak. â-a âToji, pleeeeaseâ?ââ
âF-fuck you.â
Smack!
Just as he punctuates with his relentless tongue, âT, O, J, I- whatâs that speeell?â
And suddenly youâre keening, hips lurching off the bed to let his tongue ruin you further than you thought possible. No one had ever bruised your most favorite spots to this extent, made you ever repeat something like a broken- âToji- ple- oh.â
âMmâ not good enough, how about âToji, pretty please?ââ
Soon enough, you swear youâre registering a fourth of his fat fingers reach for the bruised spot of your bundle of nerves. Thumping away like he didnât care no matter how much his wrist ached, how much his sharp jawline was grinding against your slope. Lips swollen by now- âCâmon now. Câmon- let the fuckinâ cameras hear for all I care.â
Youâre shattering, âToj- ngh- Toji, p-pretty pleaseâ!â
And itâs the only thing you can manage, like a constant broken mantra.
Like a prayer again and again in your wailing breathy tone whilst Toji fucked you through your explosive high. And he had his entire face plastered to your gushing cunt like it was stuck with adhesive, tongue swabbinâ all over.
The sizzling ridges of his taste buds were so scalding against the tip-top of your clit. Letting his extensive muscle repeat that T-O-J-I just so you mewl. âToji- cumâing- ngh, mâcumming mâcumming.â
âI know.â Rough fingertips strike the side of your pussyâs slope, mouth rovering leisurely between your legs to fuck you with everything he had. With everything he wishes was his long, aching cock. âMmm, use me. Ride my face with that fuck- pussy like you own it, why donâtcha?â
With a mewl, youâre trying to despite the limpness of your limbs. Hips raising off of the sticky sheets with no rhythm or rhyme, youâre getting yourself off to the nuzzle of Tojiâs straight nose bridge against your clit. âI-I am.â
He grumbles, âNot hard enough- whereâs my feisty girl?â
âWell- fuuuuck- how do you expect me to- oh.â And you canât even finish your train of thought before a particularly hard thrash of Tojiâs fingers leave you cross-eyed and babbling stupidly.Â
Again and again.Â
Cumming on his tongue - honestly, if he were any lesser man then heâd be creaming himself just from the sight of you all pretty and shaking like this.Â
A pathetic sob escapes your throat as your walls registering the pure stretch of his pummeling digits. Four long fingers tautly pulling your channel to the maximum, precisely ruininâ your g-spot - itâs like he was trying to make you cry. âIs it- nghh really necessary to have four?â
âHeh-â Purposefully, heâs scissoring two of his rude digits until your pitch reaches a fever point. The pangs of your high leaving you wrung and dry. âGonna hafta stretch you even wider if youâre gonna even think of taking all of me, darlinâ.â
Youâre marrying your brows with a stubborn pout, âBut I could take all of you.â
âOh?â Toji perks up in interest, and the grin that stretches his scarred lips is almost feral in nature. âWanna bet?â
The words sound familiar - but right now youâre way too far gone in your melty mind to even think about recalling from when and where. The only thing you can do is to nod-
âBet.â
And Toji - oh, mean, mean Toji Fushiguro - dares to swirl out a soppy final swipe of his name on your fluttering hole. Snagging just the end of your pretty entrance in a sweet goodbye, before he puts your soaked panties back in place with a sharp snap!
GrinningââAnything for you, maâam.â
Itâs just then that Toji takes off his snug shirt of your favorite color - pop! pop! pop!Â
And you could feel your mouth unfastening further nâ further with each button tugged free, because oh- youâd seen Toji lounging shirtless âround the villa. Fighting against yourself to not look too close lest he caught you staring.Â
But seeing him like this was what made your heart race.
Because he was oh-so-naturally chiselled, with such curvaceous pecs that heaved with each pant. Washboard abs glistening with a thin sheen of perspiration, a bead of sweat drips down his temple and down, down, down to his navel.Â
Disappearing into the curly black happy trail that decorated his hilt.Â
Toji wraps a rough hand around his base and gives a good pump, peeling off the rest of his trousers. Slapping down the tender, veiny underside, âThen I better hear you takinâ it ngh- all like a good fuckinâ girl, yeah?â
âTch-â Youâre leaning up on your elbows to take a better look, watching in awe at how big his girth looked pulsing between your pussylips. âSânot even th-that big- oh, fuck!â
âNot that bigâ your ass.
Toji fits in the large, pinkish circumference of his cock, and itâs just so easy to plug up your tight fuckinâ hole. Just a single taste of that sinful streeeetch and you were babbling with no soundâ
âOh- oh, my-â
âNgh- f-fuck.â
Your eyes snap wide open, âD-did you just stutter, Toji?â You find yourself exhilarated, and in response Tojiâs snapping his hips deeper with such a guttural groaaan. But itâs still not enough to make you forget- âNo- ngh, I swear you did.â
âSo what?âÂ
Youâd just made the infamous Toji Fushiguro stutter.Â
And you swear that Tojiâs husky bass had turned strained, had turned broken. âS-so fucking what?â The first few inches of his swollen cock pumps in a few inches and heâs finding himself thrusting- just bare, rapid half-thrusts like he was out of control. âLetâs see how- ngh- articulate you are then, huh?â
âWh-what do you-â
He slaps a hand down on your crowned scalp, âI said what I said.â Using the force to hold your restless body still and pushââCount.â
Thereâs another menacing probe of Tojiâs swole, reddened tip and you find yourself gasping for air. He was just so thick inside that every tiny buck made you go wild at the feeling of his veins.Â
Toes curled, you just looked so cute being fucked dumb underneath him like this. And he canât help but let out something that sounded like an airy bout of laughter as Toji plows on- âCount. Fucking count fâme, doll.â
You didnât need to ask what.
âOne-â Because he was already filling you up with the winding lines of his veiny cock, with every thorough inch that made you whimper. âTh-three?â
âAwww, sâit really feel that ngh- good?â Toji coos out at your poor answer, hiking up one of his meaty, pale thighs. The change in angle leaves his split-ended tip crashing against the roof of your walls, âMâflattered. Weâre only two inches in, darlinâ.â
âTwo?â You gape.
If this was two then you might as well never see the light of day before you take all of Tojiâs proud inches.
At least, thatâs what you thought.
Toji himself was rutting away- sloppily, sensually. Every split-second his cock wasnât fully stuffed inside your heated cunt made him ache, and heâs thumbinâ apart your tight folds to stretch out your hole. âCâmoooonâ keep counting. Dâyou need any help?â With false concern, he takes such laaaanguid glides of beating girth. âYou could like this oooooone, twooooo, threee, f-âÂ
âI-I know how to fucking count-â
The scarred edges of his lips curl upwards, âOh yeah? Then whereâs the feisty gal that said she could take it- a- fuuuuck.â
Ruthlessly, you claw your nails down Tojiâs broad back, feeling the shifting of his muscles underneath. âWhat was that?â
He narrows his verdant irises, âTake it all- fuck, stop squeezinâ like that-â It fucking felt like heaven to have his pre-glazed tip mazing in so deep, the very top of his blushing shaft acting like a spotlight that was spearing your walls open.Â
Again and again and again.Â
The slick-leaking orifice of Tojiâs cock stuck near your poor g-spot and left you mewling. Batting your teary lashes up at him in a way you knew would make him twitch deep inside, âBut you said you wanted me to take it- all.â
Your moans were pitched so prettily, like his favorite song. And every syllable spilling out of your mouth left Toji grabbing onto your throat and pulling you down like a glorified ragdoll.Â
Youâre grinning, âAnd I want it allll, Toji-â Babbling away stupidly- shit, you were so cockdrunk right now. Addicted to the sheer size of him molding your clingy walls, âCanât help but s-suck it all up.â
âGonna be the fuckinâ death of me.â Your date groans, utterly wrecked. With a thumb squeezing past your puffy core, he gnaws down on his lip and watches at the sultry way your saccharine cunt was milking his inches. Glistening. Winking as you squeezed for more, more, more.Â
And before you can revel in your victory of breaking him, Toji spanks his gleaming palm down on your drivelling slope. Thwack! âDonât think that e-excuses you from havinâ ta count, sneaky girl.â
Huffing out a whineââF-fine. Ngh- Five?â
âSix now.â
And he was still going.Â
Still mercilessly gliding a few thumping veins down your walls, âSeven-â Youâre failing to catch your breath, the stretch was just incredible. Almost as if you could feel the globular mushroom top of him poke into your very lungs. âEight- nine-â
âFuckingââ Thereâs a loud, sappy sluuuuurp on the very last mindless rut that Tojiâs gifting you with. All the way from the probinâ curve of his tip, to the unruly hair soaked on his base. â-ten.â
Bottoming out.
You weakly mutter, âI t-told you I could take it all.â
It was so much- so much that Toji could easily hover his free hand down on your stomach and feel the cute lilâ tummy bulge he was fucking into you.
The tummy bulge that he was clashing against your cervix with; wet, thudding kisses of his cock on your cervix. âSo you did.â He wafts a few digits down on that bump and salivates, âHeh, wanna bet that I can make you squirt, doll?â
âProve it.â
âSâthat a challenge?â
âA threat if you donât.â
âOhhh, Iâm so scared.â Rudely, Tojiâs right hand tightens on your throat to make the top of your head feel all heady. And his slithering left hand roams down to pinch your neglected clit, âAre you scared?â
âI-â The confused response is barely formulating in your throat, before your glazed eyes follow his line of sight nâ find Toji locked in contact with your over-stuffed pussy.Â
He was talking to her instead.
And immediately, all the breath vanishes from your lungs just as soon as heâs giving your cervix a good drilling. Pounding you into the bedsprings like he was furious, like he was trying to get your core to squelch out the loudest sexual noises. âYeah? Yeah, you are?â The fingertips tugginâ on your clit move down your slit, âSâthat why youâre shivering this much?â
You were just trembling- âJust sh-shut up and fuck m- oh.â
âWhatâs that?â Both you and the experienced bedsprings were shrilling out in unison, and every slip of Tojiâs vein-covered shaft made you lose your damn mind. âCare to repeat that for your Toji?â
You gasp, âFuh-fuck you.â
âIâm fucking you.â
And itâs just so hot, so hypnotic how your velvety walls kept clenching âround him. Tojiâs spine arches as heâs carving out heart-shaped lilâ bruises all the way at the bottom of your pussy, pump after pump.
He canât stop himself from sliding his tongue between his teeth nâ trying desperately to stop the thin trail of pussydrunken drool leaving him. âYou- you know- sâfunnyâŚâ From trying to stop those exact words from escaping him. âSâfunny I-â
You blink your teary lids and look up at him in a way that makes him shiver- âTojiâ?â
And when you say his name like that-
ââŚI wanted to do this-â Itâs all that Toji can get out before the rational part of his brain left forces his right hand to leave off your neck and clap his prattling mouth shut. To fight the way youâre trying to tug it off - unsuccessfully.Â
Oh-so-embarrassed right down to the blushing with the tips of his ears that youâre finding him weakened. That youâre finding yourself able to push his muscular body down with a firm shove, flipping you two over.
You arch your ready hips and start riding your date at a frantic pace, slapping the cheeks of your ass down on his pelvis until his skin scorches rouge. âWhatâs that, Tojiâ?â
âIâve always wanted to- fuck-â He swears, eyes drooping down nearly shut as you keep riding him angrily.Â
Before you can stop it, one of Tojiâs beefy hands shoots out to find purchase back on your neck. Squeezing. Manhandling you to grind down harder on his furiously aching cock, âIâve always wanted to fuck you. A-always. Ever since I hah- first saw you in the villa, in that pretty lilâ dress.â
Youâre reeling with his confession - and by the massage of his abs plastering against your front. Toji was built just perfectly for your body, and every figure-eight of your hips makes his happy trail scratch your clit. âSo- so then why did you just- spill a drink and run away-â
âDidnât know how ta talk to the woman of my dreams.â He admits, dopey smile smearing across his spit-glued lips. âMessed up- accidentally spilled a drink nâ ran out of ngh- mortification. How pathetic is that?â
And through it all, youâre seeing the way the flush at his ears extends to his high cheekbones.Â
HowâŚcute.Â
Pre slips down in creamy dollops between your thighs and sticks them with each other, Tojiâs left hand resting on your hips to guide you. Pussydrunken. Out of control.Â
âHow I wanted to t-talk to you- to haaaah- feel you-â And then he wasnât just taking your sloppy pace, he was adding to it. With loooong, slurping strikes of his throbbing cock that meet your cadence, âWanted to see how youâd moan. How youâd clench- fuck-â
He sounded absolutely crazed.
Mouth falling open with gasps, darkened eyes locked on the pattern of your hips. That very familiar pattern. âAre you-â Tone higher. Baritone shattered. âAre you writing your fucking name?â
âWell, we have been paired up nowââ Youâre admitting, coyly. âSâmine.â
And the only thing youâre getting is a firm planting of his hand on your ass, letting the slap ring across the room. âWrite mine.â If you didnât know any better, then youâd have said that Toji was pleading. Whimpering. âCâmon- câmon, my darlinâ- write mine?â
Pretending to think, âOnly if you ask nicely.â
And just then Toji cracks a smirk-
Barely letting your eyes adjust to the attractive expression on his face before heâs mazing his long cock between your walls. Hitting your g-spot dead-on- âSâthis nice enough?â Heâs slobbering, feral enough that his candied brain only wants to bash nâ bash his pulpy mushroom tip against your favorite spot. âFucking- fuck, câmon now.â
âTojiââ You can only whine his name, struggling to match his needy tempo.Â
âThat all ya got, girl?â
Thereâs a heat near your clit where Tojiâs scalding fingertips are starting to squeeze once more, urginâ you onwards. Grunting, âSeriously- câmon câmon câmon-â Faster. Sloppier, the palm stuck to restraining your throat is all he needs to move your body âround.Â
To have your jerky hips drawing a lecherous âTâ - just how he likes it.Â
âOh, fuck!â Youâre yelping, feeling those familiar sparks of electricity start to build up down your spine. âDonât think mâgonna last-âÂ
Tojiâs nodding in satisfaction, âThere we go there- now my favorite-â The âOâ has his vein-decorated shaft stirrinâ inside of you, every puffy ridge filling up your nooks and crannies. Then comes the âJâ-
âToji- Toji, mmm, please.â
Stretching you out so widely agape that your vision splotches with white as soon as heâs finishing off - a pointed, thorough âIâ that directly thrashes against the door to your womb. Knocking you around from the inside, carnally. Primally. âHeh- spelt my name, my doll.â
Youâre cumming - youâre cumming then, and it hits you so hard that youâre doubling over his swole front. Mouth gawking in awe- âCum-cumming- ngh- fuck-âÂ
Drowning in your wave of bliss, your cunt emanates the most sloppy squelches as you fuck back nâ forth. Dragging out each peak of your high down his throbbing length, Toji can only watch in pure hypnotization.Â
Mossy eyes shining, mouth parted.Â
Mind static, you barely even realize what youâre doing when one of your hands leap forward to clasp Tojiâs neck the same way he was holding onto yours. Nails digging into his clammy skin with each crash of his probing cockhead - you purse your pretty lips and spit between his pretty lips.
Toji gasps, maw hanging widely.
And itâs enough to make him cum.
Just from that.Â
âYou- you made me- fuck!â He slurs out, head dropping back into the pillows once heâs pumping you with stringy wads of cum.Â
Thump-thump-thumping all the way to drench the back of your womb, each slip nâ slide of his leaking shaft makes you keen. Heâs fucking you through your high just as much as he was pumping you till you were overspilling.
With a whine, youâre resting your head on top of his heaving pecs, letting spit puddle out of you like a hose.Â
And at this point, you didnât know who was more gone - you or Toji.Â
Who was splashing his dewy wet sap into you until your pussy formed a cute lilâ ring surrounding his base, feeling the treacly cum drip down his shaft like syrup. âSwear youâre gonna be the death of me-â Heâs chanting, beefy arms looping around your waist to crush you to his abs. âGonna be the- the- oh.â
And it takes Toji only one bat of your teary lashes â one split-second - to flip the two of your exhausted bodies over. Going for a second round. Heâs rutting the drenched tufts of his happy trail down on your clit, heâs throwing your legs over your shoulders to bend you down into the sloppiest mating press possible.Â
A mating press.
A mating press that has him honing his ivory knots of cum deeper inside you, pinpointing the door to your womb. Again and again until you can only throw your head back and take it-Â
âSh-shit-â You manage out through bawling whimpers, fists tightening on the silken sheets.
Something that Toji doesnât fail to notice - he quickly intertwines his much-bigger hands with yours. Pinning you down in a way that made your heart race- âMâpaired with you now.â He softly huffs, burrowed cock probing with each syllable. âYou. Me. So let me- haaaah- let me start over, my darlinâ?â
Scarred lips tickle the sides of your temples, and he makes you whine with a thumb poking between your puffy folds. Pushinâ back each stubborn, leaking ounce of cum-Â
âSo stop wastinâ yer time on bastards who donât deserve it. Let me choose you. Let me- ngh- romance you. Let me make you happy- oh, fuck, Iâd give you the whole entire universe, just say the word.â Toji babbles on, and he doesnât know whether itâs the heat of your cunt or simply you thatâs made him so honest tonight. âLet me be yours?â
âYes-â Your arms find their way around his neck, pulling him close for a lingering kiss. And the hulking man canât help but feel his heart skip a beat at the way you two fit - two puzzle pieces, thought long lost. âToji I- oh.â
Your mouthâs dropping into a perfect, sultry âoh!â exactly as heâs pulling your second high out of you.
Sploshing out in thick, palpable waves of your glistening sap- Toji feels the way your cunt floods his pelvis and grins. âTold you Iâd make you squirt.â
But youâre barely even registering that right now, barely even feeling anything but the rapid-fire zaps of pleasure invading your lower half. Peaking with pump after pump of Tojiâs swollen cock, pushing you through your euphoria.
Departing slick waves of wispy white cum, he was damn near cumming dry just from the sight of you squirting all over his girth.
Drifting a thumb over to collect the wadded-up froth of white, heâs sloooowly pushing the excess back in.
Your mouth drops open as Toji starts up a lazy, loving pace just to watch his buttery mess of cum seep in nâ out of you.  âI th-think I remember something about you saying Iâll cum five times as much as you.â Toji gapes, and you feel the fatness of his tip twitch. âWeâre still on number two, TojiâŚâ
Oh, fuck.
And that makes rough, tough Toji Fushiguro blush. âFuck.â
With such pliable ease, he leans over and bends you in half - all the way until your capped knees hit your tits, all the way until you burn with the delicious stretch. Full both inside and out, with his weight positioned over you.Â
Tojiâs mouth humming into your ownââIs it too soon to say the L word already, my doll?â
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âThey donât even like each other.â
âI hear productionâs been running wild since last night.â
âNo, but seriously- I wonder if they made it out alive.â
The restless gossip in the villa had been a constant since you and Toji had left for your impromptu date last night, setting everyone at least slightly on edge for what was to become with the explosive pair.
Even Utahimeâs looking at Shoko as the whirlwind of whispers rage on- to which she holds the otherâs hand. âItâs okay, no one killed each other. Or got injured. Or argued.â She pauses, âScratch that last one. And maybe that second last one, too.â
âNot helping, Sho.â
Hell, even snobby, recently-recoupled Naoya looked displeased. And so was the gorgeous new girl whoâd left his sulking self to explore her connections - something about âbeing hung upâ over you.
Whoâd have thought?
And it certainly was a morning of surprises, it seems - even for a show like this.
Because whilst your two friends ponder over how they should bug the camera crew for details, and Naoya knocks himself back to his senses, saunters in the center of drama themselves.
You and Toji. Hand-in-hand.
And from your breezy pace on the walkway to the villa, you can hear Utahime squealâ Shokoâs fond eyeroll following not long after.Â
âIs it that obvious?â Youâre worrying over at Toji, who only raises an amused brow.Â
Itâd been utter chaos this morning trying to gather your wits while your legs were still sore, and every producer had been gawking as the two of you not-so-guiltily waddled out of your suite.
âMy darling, yer covered in bruises, your walkâs more of a limp, your lips are still swollen- and fuckinâ pretty.â He raises your sweetly looped hands, pressing a soft kiss on the back of your palm - just for you, but caught by cameras in every direction thatâs meant to leave fans rabid. And a particular unpaired Naoya sour-faced, of course. âAnd then thereâs this.â
Begrudgingly, âYour fault, by the way.âÂ
âI take full responsibility.â Toji shrugs, faux-nonchalance with the blush dusting his ears. âSâlong as youâre mine, my doll.â
âCorny.â
âCold-hearted.â
âIdiot.â
âStill yours.â
You could take that - youâd both be taking this seasonâs winning prize, anyways.
A/N. Couldnât stop thinking of how Iâd only go on one of these shows if there was a man like Toji there and here we are-
Plagiarism not authorized.
BARK LIKE YOU WANT IT! - T.F.
Synopsis. Bark like he wants to knot you? The 5-DAY APEX ASSIMILATION PROGRAM specializes in training (and taming!) even the most volatile of hybrids against provocation, pheromones, and ruts. Make the world a better place for all hybrid types - even cute lilâ bunny hybrids like you should know better than to get close to the big, bad wolf in rut.
Pairing. Toji Fushiguro x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!bunny hybrid!reader, wolf hybrid!Toji, HYBRIDS AU, pheromones, RUTS, slight enemies-to-Iovers, muzzIes, slight humiIation, making him BEG, PĂSSYDRĂNK Toji, oraI (fem rec.), p talking, face-rĂding, fĂngering, spĂtting, chokĂng, manhandIing, mean Toji, desperate Toji, pulling you by the ears, first times (his), heâs slightly inexperienced, big Dâs, big stretches, dĂşmbifĂcatĂon, doggy, BRĂEDING, talks of kids, rough s, creampĂes, cĂşmpIay, KNOTS, implied marathon, reactions, pet names, swĂŠaring.
Word count. 13.7k
A/N. Tonycries is listeningâŚbased on this tiktok from the wonderful mind of @/v4mpyrf4e (such a sweetheart yâall omg-). And yâalls comments made me CACKLE-
âWelcome to Day 1 of the APEX ASSIMILATION PROGRAM, thank you all for joining us here today.â Youâre the one in charge of setting off the introductions, letting Utahime announce her name and status as a human, before youâre following suit. â-and as you can see, Iâm a rabbit hybrid. Oryctolagus cuniculus domesticus.â
Gesturing at the sleek, slender ears that stood proudly upon your headâthey were the exact shade as your hair, glistening under the natural sunlight of the training field. They twitched ever-so-slightly at the attention of your class, hybrids of all ages and sizes and types.
And you had to admit that you took quite good care of them!
Those appendages were the prized possession of any rabbit around, and they never failed to draw awed gasps and coos from your batches of students.
Smiling, you were about to cut through with an ice-breaker beforeâŚ
âŚsomeone whistles.
Sensitive ears whipping in the direction of the noise instantly, eyes snapping to his nametag.
Toji Fushiguro: Wolf.
Oh.
Oh?
A shiver runs down your spine.
Youâve never come into contact with a wolf hybrid in this program- at least, not in any of the classes that youâve led. Coyotes. Vultures. Grizzlies. Hell, even the odd big cat or two (though they were mostly from other classes youâd assisted, and you didnât end up having direct contact with them). They were all the same to you: students.
But a wolf?
You didnât know why you were reeling so much at the realization - wolves needed this program too. It was mostly predator-types that attended (absolutely nothing wrong with that), as their heightened senses and strength left them more susceptible to high-pressure moments such as letting ruts take over, or asserting dominance. Self-control is something everyone should have!
So a large wolf hybrid attending this program should be absolutely nothing out-of-the-ordinary, absolutely nothing that leaves you rattled, absolutely nothing that differentiates him from your other students.
AbsolutelyâŚ
You clench your fists, steeling yourself - all that training youâd undergone to come into this position as an instructor for the program wasnât for nothing!Â
âExcuse me-â Youâre narrowing your eyes down at the man, standing right at the front of your group. Sliding your peripherals up, up, up from his nametagâ
Half-lidded eyes. An easy smile.Â
A face might have been ripped right out of the big screens, so handsome that it makes that lilâ bunny tail behind you twitch.
And itâs only then that youâre realizing just howâŚlarge he is.
A broad frame. Muscular arms. Tall.
Fuck.
Even for a wolf hybrid. In fact, you could see the irritated expressions on the smaller hybrids scrambling to see from around him- what audacity, to be front and center like this. And judging by the smug expression twisting those scarred lips of his, Toji didnât give a shit whether they saw or not.
As long as he could.
As long as he could pin you down with his heavy gaze, staring from underneath his shaggy black bangs. Toji blinked slowly, as if he was savoring each glimpse- and each glimpse just seemed to raaaaake across your body.
The longer youâre staring at him, the more elated his pupils seem to twinkle. Something unreadable in them.
â-did you have something to say?â Youâre finally finishing off, after what felt like an age of the charged staredown had passed.Â
Toji only crosses his arms in front of him- and you swear your ears pick up on the minutest rip! of his biceps stretchinâ his thin t-shirt. The black fabric giving way to the flex of those incredible arms. âOh. The whistle?â The wolf hybridâs gruff voice answers, a deep baritone that you find strangelyâŚpleasant on your eardrums. âNah. Must be close to the full moon, heh- keep talking, lilâ bunny.â
âThatâs madam rabbit to you-â
âBunnygirl?â
Involuntarily, your nose twitches in annoyance - something that seems to make the man raise a brow at and smirk. Something chuckled underneath his breathââCute.â
You wouldâve almost thrown your clipboard at Toji Fushiguro had your colleague not cleared her throat.Â
âOh-â Mouth parting in surprise, youâre turning to Utahime whoâd been there to witness the entire exchange - right along with the rest of your class, for that matter. Throw in your supervisors, too, and you were decidedly not getting the holiday bonus this year.
Clearing your throat (and pointedly looking away from his eyes), youâre turning to face the program attendees as a whole now. âAnd if anyone else has any highly intelligent questions, please feel free to ask away.â Silence, except for Tojiâs agreeing hum. âNow that thatâs cleared up- I had initially wanted to start our first class off with some ice-breakers to get to know each other a bit more, but whatâs a better exercise in team spirit than being thrown into the thick of things?â
They look at you in slight surprise, Toji amongst them.
Without warning, you pick up the whistle thatâd been strung âround your neck and give it two sharp blows. âFive laps around the field- now! Go go go go!â
Bodies moving before minds, the entire group jolts into moving. Some taking a few unprepared steps before they even register whatâs happening, some speeding ahead already to get on your good side. Some flew. Some waddled. And some you could even see gape at the facilityâs training field, about as large as a football field, with a carpet of grass enveloping the entire expanse of it. They threw their heads back and groaned, before straightening - military-style - when your whistle rang out once more-
But it wasnât for them.
âYou there-â Sticking your hand outâsome, it seems, were none other than Toji Fushiguro. He was still rooted where he was when class started, challenging you down with his imposing frame. His amused expression- â-ten laps for not going with your group, Mr. Fushiguro.â
âThatâs an abuse of power, bunny.â Toji growls, lips lifting into something that almost looks like a smile. Maybe a snarl.
Youâre raising a brow, whistle still raised to your lips. âFifteen.â
âWhatâre you gonna give me if I do those, huh?â
âTwenty.â
He wets his lips, jet-black ears twitching. âYou wonât dare-â
âTwenty-five.â
âFuckinâ hell.â But to your confusion, Toji Fushiguro didnât look neither angry nor dismayed as he received his sentence. In fact, you couldâve sworn that the man looked utterly euphoric with every sniping word that fell from your lips. Upping the challenge. Talking back to him.Â
He takes a step closer and the air seems to grow thicker around you two - so thick that it seems to lodge at your throat. And Toji himself canât seem to rip his eyes away from those pretty lilâ lips that were just so mean to him- âI never knew bunnies could be so feisty.â
He still isnât moving towards the run, and your vision is blocked by his well-sculptured body. Tojiâs eyes were murky, posture strong- and without warning, his nostrils seemed to flare. Taking in a deep, deep gulp of something. And you wonderedâŚwhy did something smell so sweet? âThir-â
âAlright alriiiight.â After a roll of his eyes and a scoff, Toji takes off sprinting. The smell is gone before you can grasp it.
Dust clouds erupt from the grassy ground at the sheer force of his strides, and in no time Tojiâs catching up to the group in much less than the time it took them to get there. Long legs made for running. Body angular and poised.Â
Even from here, you had to admit that his form was immaculate - expected, you guessed, of a borne hunter. But even coming from a wolf hybrid, it took you somewhat aback.
Wasnât there a cheetah hybrid in the group, too? He was just behind her now, steadily catching up as her stamina started to falter.
Not only did he seem to be larger, but he was faster, too? Now you knew what made him so cocky, you suppose.
Youâre blowing your whistle once more, âMr. Fushiguro, thirty-two for cutting me off there.â
Toji looks over his shoulder with knitted brows, and a smile that you couldnât describe as anything other than purelyâŚferal. âJust for you- heh, Iâll make it fourty-two, bunny.â
âDonât make me make it fifty.â Grumbling, more to yourself than him by this point. From the corner of your eye, you could see Utahime with a hand raised to her lips- firmly shut as if she was trying to stop herself from laughing.
Youâre turning to her with a half-joking scowl, âWhat, Uta?â
âOh, nothing.â Sheâs waving you off, standing beside you to look over your sprinting students. And with a thoughtful hum, the human continues. âItâs just, you hybrids have such interesting mating rituals-â
You nearly choke on your whistleââWhat rituals?â
A few heads turn to look at you, and youâre gesturing at them to continue - this was your punishment, it seems. The punishment being, well, whatever unfortunate misunderstanding that your co-worker had developed because of her interpretation of hybrid behaviour.Â
She looks at you in concern, âAre you alright? Does one get loopy after such mating rituals-â
Youâre grabbing both of her shoulders, trying to shake some sense into her. âRepeat that. Tell me you didnât say what I just so clearly heard you say. Repeat th- actually, wait, donât repeat that-â
âMating rituals?â Itâs enough to make you grimace, ears flattening behind your head. Watching your reaction, Utahimeâs beautiful face grows pale- and sheâs clapping both hands over her mouth. âOh- wait, sorry! Is that a taboo thing to say before you two have officially mated? Like a will-they-wonât-they thing? Iâm so sorry, I didnât know-â
âItâsâŚnotâŚâ You wince, âNo- no itâs okay. Itâs not that itâs taboo or anything, itâs justâŚâ
âOh.â Utahime breathes out in relief, punching your shoulder. âDonât scare me like that then, girl. What then? Whatâs the issue?â
And you dreaded to know the answer to this particular question of yours, one that you so clearly knew if her misconception had been anything to go by. NonethelessâŚâYou thought that him- the wolf and I wereâŚflirting?â
âOh, that?â She hums in thought, âNo, not exactly.â
Oh?
Then maybe it wasnât so bad after all. Maybe youâd just been overthinking things, maybe sheâd just misconstrued some interaction you had with another one of your students earlier, maybe this entire thing wasnât even about Toji or how he seemed so close to-
âI thought the wolf and you were seconds away from mating.â
Goddammit!Â
âOr bonding-â Utahime airily waves a hand, as if the extra explanation helped - though, to be fair, you knew you were the one thatâd posed the question. âWhichever one that you hybrids like to choose, bonding is the one with the bites, right? And good luck because he looks like a biter, woofââ
Youâre putting your face in your hands and groaning.
At least this damn program was only five days long.
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Day 2 of the APEX ASSIMILATION PROGRAM.
Did you say this training program was five days long? Apologies, you actually meant to say that it was five centuries- because youâve just gotten through the first few units of your second day, and it already feels like youâve aged years.
And you canât pinpoint an exact reason as to why - well, other than Toji Fushiguroâs presence, of course.
Toji Fushiguro and the way youâd gotten to work earlier today in preparation for the lessons, only to open your office door and find the very man lounging back on your chair. Feet on the desk. Humming idly to himself. Silky black tail swishing happily. Rubbing his scent off on every nook and cranny-Â
âWhat the fuck are you doing here-â
âGood morning to you too, lilâ bunny.â
It was just then that Utahime had passed, saving Toji from your plans of throttling him right then and there. It turns out that the wolf hybrid had âgotten the time wrongâ and had âabsolutely nowhere to go- nevermind the cafĂŠ right down the streetâ and so heâd been let inside the building. Regardless of the fact that he had an entire office space to himself, heâd chosen to coop himself up in your office.
âAnd since you two are future mates, I thought it would be okay. Maybe you can show me some of those mating rituals!â Utahime had happily announced, smacking you on the back- just a tinge too loud for a certain wolfâs ears to not discern.
A smirk was on Tojiâs handsome face immediately, âSomething you need to tell me, bunnygal?â
âGet out of my office both of you-â
And today would have been somewhat bearable if it had ended at just that. But the universe is never quite so kind to you, is it?
Because Toji was in your class, eyeing you down in class, always hot with a quip directed towards you in class. It wasnât just the physical training part of things (a way to increase their endurance, which he certainly didnât seem to need any increasing), but even during the light reading sessionsâToji would have his book opened just a crack, attractive fingers flicking loooong luxurious glides on the pages.Â
And then heâd dart just the crowned tips of them up to lick- while he looked right into your eyes.
Because of course, he did.
And you hated to admit that those actions just made youâŚgulp. If he didnât end up bubbling over a reaction out of you (perhaps commands for extra laps, perhaps telling him off which he seemed to love), then he didnât stop until he did.
But that wasnât even the moment that stood out in your mind the most.
No, what you went back home to thinking about - what you slipped underneath your silken bed covers thinking about - was the incident that had happened during one of the trust exercises.
In it, the entire class had been blindfolded and told to use their senses to navigate and interact with one another - the two instructors, you and Utahime, included. It was a bonding activity as well as a way to allow one to channel their natural instincts into something that they wanted it to do. Nature and navigate, that sort of thing.Â
Nothing too outstanding, youâd done it many times with many different batches. Slightly awkwardly waddling through the classroom, hands out and alert for another person. Only, this timeâŚ
âOh? Someoneâs in front of me-â A gruff voice echoed out from right behind you - right behind you. And you could already feel the heat of Toji Fushiguroâs proximity, before you even registered it was him. There was the airy whoosh of the atmosphere bending to oneâs hand reaching outââAngel-â To oneâs hand just lightly tracing your upright ears, â-or a pretty bunny?â
Your ears.
Your ears.
Toji Fushiguroâs greedy fingers were latching onto the sensitive bits of your ears, and youâre forced to bite back a moan. âS-sensitiveâŚâ
And scent patches were protocol, really, just to make things easier on both parties.
But even through the bandage-like coverings on either side of your neck, a puff of your pheromones seeps through and into the air. The atmosphere. The senses of the wolf hybrid behind you that lets out an out-of-control growlâ
Primal.
You gasp, hurriedly taking off your blindfold.
SLAM!
Only to be met with the barren air, and the door slamming behind you. It seems that Toji had left the classroom - the only evidence that he was ever even here to begin with was the reverberating impact of the door.Â
And the sultry smell of something sweet lingering in the air.
Animalistically, youâre raising your nostrils to the air- but by then itâd already dissipated into nothingness. And a part of you craves for more more moreâ
Clutching the blindfold, in a classroom full of oblivious students, you clench your thighs together.
You were so fucking wet.
And outside, though you arenât aware at that point, a certain other hybrid was having a particularly tough time, too.
What else did you expect?
Toji Fushiguro was striding. Toji Fushiguro was escaping- he had to. He had to. He had to. He had to. If he didnât then he fucking knew that heâd tear you into pieces and shove his aching hot erection with no care for who else was watching in that damned classroom.
Down the narrow corridor, he was going as fast as his slightly-weakened knees would take him. Pace echoing out against the formal tiles, like the thunder of his heartbeat.
Toji felt like he was burning up. Faster. Toji felt like he was out-of-breath. Faster. Toji felt likeâ
The next thing heâs feeling is the ceaseless expanse of the wall, frigid against his body that just seemed to be set alight right now. Without properly consulting his own mind, heâs leaning against it. Head falling back. Body slouching onto the floor. A thick âfuckâ leaving him as he sits himself down right then and there-
âOh fuckââ Tojiâs pressing one hand to his face, the other against the solid pain thatâd taken up between his legs. He looks down, âOh fuck, mâin rut.â
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Day 3 of the APEX ASSIMILATION PROGRAM.
Toji Fushiguro was just on time to your program today, and though you couldnât say that you werenât relieved his incredible earliness lasted only a day- you couldnât quite say that you werenât disappointed, either. Rabbits, always hopping around.
âSoâŚâ Utahimeâs teasing voice calls out in the distance, and youâre shocked to find that sheâs actually right beside you. Had you been spacing out?
With a jolt, you realize youâd done it just as Toji was completing his nth lap of the morning. He flaunts past the finish line with each, shooting a sleazy wink your wayâyou hadnât been staring at him, dammit!
âSomething in your eye?â You call out.
âJust a pretty bunnygirl, heh.â
Shaking your head free of him (and doing your very best to not look as though you were shaking your head free of him), youâre turning back to your friend. âSoâŚwhat, Uta?â
She nudges your shoulder with hers, âSo what are the updates on your mating ritual-â
âEnough-â
Refusal ringing out across the field, your voice catches the attention of Shoko, whoâd been placing an ice pack over the ankle of a mouse hybrid. She looks over with a raised brow, before confirming with her patient and helping him walk back to his group.
Once she was done, she picks up two clean towels and makes a beeline towards where the two of you were standing.
âStill in denial.â Utahime says, as a way of greeting. She catches the towel that Shoko throws at her and sighs, âEnemies-to-lovers go from enemies to lovers faster in my booksâŚâ
And somehow, Shoko seems to know exactly what sheâs talking about.Â
The racoon hybrid brings a thoughtful hand up to her chin, appraising you with those sleep-darkened eyes if you were yet another one of her patients. âWell, I didnât see anything wrong in the mating and reproduction department last time we had a check-up. Would you like me to take a look again?â
Indignantly, âThereâs absolutely nothing wrong with me-â
âPerhaps her pheromones are being blocked?â Utahime nods at her friend, before snatching your towel out of your hand and rubbing it over your scent glands-
âWoah-â You gasp, the rough texture of the fabric making your ears twitch. Somehow, it almost reminds you of the day before whereâŚâWhat the- Uta I will kill you-â
âAdequate pheromone secretion, considering the scent patches.â Shoko leans in to look at it and hum. âI donât think thereâs a problem there- and the clients have to take a mandatory medical test, there was no anomaly in Tojiâs, either.â
âAnd the scent? What about the scent- I canât smell it as a human, but youâve got to have some sort of sense for it even as a friend, right?â Utahime insists.
You squeal, âDonât you dare, Shoko- this has got to be some sort of HIPAA violation I swear-â
âYouâre right.â The doctor says, sagely. And all your squirming, struggling, screaming seems to stop- for just the briefest secondâŚbefore Shoko looks you up and down and states once more. âRub a little harder, I would like to take a scent swatch for my own personal experimentation as well.â
âI will experiment on you-â
âU-um, madam bunny?â
You whirlââWhat?âÂ
And the poor, unsuspecting mouse hybrid staggers backwards at the force of your exclamation. Damn near falling to the ground- which is where that swollen ankle of his seemed to have originated from in the first place.
âOh.â The three of you staff look at each other, and youâre shoving your friends off in an instant to crouch down to his stooped figure. You feel simply awful as he quivers before you- you should look into getting the poor man a discount. âIâm so sorry, Ijichi, Iâve been out of my mind. Are you alright?â
âY-y-yes- but no.â Heâs stammering, not holding your eye still. âItâs just- my ankleâs acting up again and I was wondering whether I could be excuse to the medic room for today?â
âYes- yes of course!â Youâre looking to Shoko, and the two of you place Ijichiâs arms âround either of your shoulders to help him get up and walk to her clinic. Youâre patting at him soothingly, âItâll be alright, Ijichi, Shokoâs gonna fix you up properly in no time.â Ignorant to the low trundle of a growl thatâs thrown your way.
To the way that Tojiâs staring at your little group, unwavering, your arms around another man.
To the crackle of something bitter seeping into the air.
Though, Ijichi isnât quite so ignorant to the daggers glared his way (it burned, that glare, and he faints in your arms before you manage to reach the clinic).
By the time youâre dropping your poor student off on the comfy white beds, making your way back out onto the field, Utahime was leading the group through the final cooling down exercises. Letting her take the lead, you sit yourself down on one of the benches near her and sigh.
Goodness, it was a big facility and that trip had unexpectedly taken quite a bit out of you.Â
Your limbs were heavy, long rabbit ears damped with perspiration and pushed back. Without thinking much of it, your hands reach out to where you think you remember Utahime throwing down your towel earlier (at least, she had before youâd left)- only for your fist to close aroundâŚnothing.
âHuh?â Straightening up, you look around the vast wooden bench. It had your active bags, your change of clothes, your props for activities done during the physical sessions. Everything and anything but that damned towel- âI could have swornâŚâ
âHey, everything alright?â Utahime asks, it seems that sheâd just finished up her cool down. The class was dispersing as they wished, chattering, ribbing, taking their time to get ready for the next unit of the day.
Utahime squirts a stream of water into her mouth and walks up to you, to which youâre nodding your head. âNo, I mean- yes? Everythingâs alright, itâs just- have you seen my towel anywhere?â
She giggles, âThe one with your scent swatch on it?â
âThe one with my scent swatch on it.â You deadpan, âI just canât seem to find it anywhere.â
And itâs only then that the knits her brows, expression turning into one of slight concern. âHuh? I couldâve sworn that I put it there when you left with Shoko and Ijichi, maybe it blew away in the wind somehow?â
Youâre looking up at the windless morning, drier than the Sahara. âMaybeâŚâ
âOr maybe one of the students accidentally took it?â She suggests, yet it was futile to have the two of you looking around from here. Class was dismissed for the time being, and there was no way of tracking down every single person and their towels. With a slightly lighter tone, âOr maybe Shoko actually took it- yâknow, to experiment on.â She nods in the direction of the building, âCâmon, lets go bug her for more towels - the nice ones with the flowers on them.â
âIn a few days thereâll be some clones of me running around.â You get up.
You never did find out where that towel went, and you never did think about it much after that day, either.
Toji Fushiguro, however?
Oh, that damn towel was all that helped him make it through the night. Fuckâwith his nose pressed against the fabric that was soaked with all your sweetened, lavendar smell- and his hand pressed underneath his boxers and furiously pumping his cock.
Tojiâs elongated canines dig into the towel and he keens your name like a prayer.
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Day 4 of the APEX ASSIMILATION PROGRAM.
Toji Fushiguro was late.
When he hadnât showed up to the facility hours before class was supposed to start, you didnât worry too much. When he hadnât showed up precisely at 8:00AM on the dot, well, you were getting somewhat intrigued but you still didnât worry too much.
But when it was 1:47PM and Toji Fushiguro still wasnât here?
AlrightâŚnow you were getting a bit irritated. Because at the very least, students would call the reception to let them know that they werenât coming in for the day - but this bastard hadnât bothered to even do that! Not even the slightest heads-up!
Of course, it was the principal of the matter and not because you were disappointed or anything.
No, not at all. Not at all.
You just liked your classes to be at full attendance, thatâs what.Â
But having no Toji Fushiguro didnât break your classes. In fact, one could argue that theyâd gone even smoother today than usual.
Youâd gone through the morning drills without him, youâd showered up and made it through a few readings and testimonies without him, youâd just turned off the endings credits of a documentary and was about to start an entirely new lesson without him.
âAnd todayâs lesson will be on Muzzles 101, for this I have actually acquired a real-life muzzle.â Lifting the strappy, clinking metal thing from your desk for the entire class to seeâto be quite honest, this was one of your favorite parts of the syllabus. âAs you might be able to tell, this muzzle in particular is intended to fit the canine type of hybrid. But of course, there are many different types of-â
BANG!
âMissed me, bunny?â
But of course, only when Toji Fushiguro was missing did you realize how much it felt like something was missing without him.
And there he stood now, with his towering body filling out the doorframe- lungs heaving, vibrating with adrenaline, sweater haphazard as if heâd simply sprinted the entire way here.
Youâre looking up at him and you swear you can see slight dark circles underneath his eyes - he didnât seem to have had a restful sleep last night, hm? Wonder what kept him up like that?
âYouâre late.â Oh-so-welcomingly, you state.
He smirks, âFashionably so.â
Not responding to his hook, youâre turning back to the class that was watching the interaction with bated breath. âAnd as our latecomer, how about we have Mr. Fushiguro here give us a real-life demonstration as to wearing a muzzle?â
âIâd like to see you fucking try- fuck!â
The class erupts in agreement, and before Toji Fushiguro - whoâs never been talked down to, whoâs never been tugged down by the collar of his sweater and had a fucking muzzle clipped on him in all the thirty odd years of his life - even knows whatâs happening, heâs worshipping you at your feet.
Literally.
Hooking your fingertips into the mesh-like covering of his dog muzzle, youâre hauling Toji right down to his knees. Right down to the floor. Right down at your feet.
And he doesnât resist.
Why the fuck would he ever resist?
You place one of your palms on top of his silky black hair, scratching behind his wolfâs ears as if he was nothing but a docile dog. A pet. âAnd hereââ Announcing to the class, the leans in at the edges of their seats to take a better look. â-we have a wolf hybrid in a muzzle- hah! Put a muzzle on and some big, bad wolf he is.â
Through the bars of his muzzle, Toji darkly growlsâ
âDown, boy.â Through a grin, youâre narrowing your eyes down at Toji. âYouâre supposed to be good when the muzzleâs on, donât you know?â
âOh yeah? Let me out nâ Iâll show you whatâs good-â
Pulling lightly on his soft hair, âWhatâs that?â
He doesnât answer - but he doesnât snap back anything mouthy, either. If youâd known that Toji Fushiguro could be so good for you like this, then you mightâve put the muzzle on even sooner if you were being quite honest.
âAnd now-â Fuck, whatâs next? Toji can only look up as you continue to speak- continue to make a fool of him- continue to raise your dominant hand up past your collarbones. Right up to that sweet next of yours, covered in scent patches that you were starting to peel offââ-for the ultimate temptation. Remember what this program is really about.â
Oh.
Oh, fuck.
Fuck, it canât be.
Youâre taking off that protective layer on the side of your throat, and just thenâŚoh, just then Toji Fushiguro thinks he ascends to fucking heaven.
The most sultry, soft lavender scent bursts out into the room- even stronger than the pheromones thatâd been stuck to your towel. It seems to haze over the dull classroom with an almost sparkly mist, and it seems to haze over Tojiâs eyes with a film of lust.
Burning up.
Feverish.
Heâd never been so gone over anyone elseâs pheromones before. Never.Â
His nails dig into the tough tile and leave claw marks-
But youâre looking at the students, some of whom were safely blocking their nostrils. âPheromones are the ultimate temptation to any hybrid, it drives them wild, it makes them crave, it brings out carnal urges in us that are more animal than not.â
Finally, you look down at Toji.
Who sits with his head bowed, his chest panting.
Panting and panting.
Like a dog in heat- he was drooling from one side of his mouth and praying to anything holy that you couldnât fucking see-
âAs you can see, class, Mr. Fushiguro here is holding up rather exceptionally.â Youâre saying- exceptionally? He wanted to laugh. To laugh and laugh. But more than that he wanted to fuck you silly right here and now- but ah, in the end he actually gets neither. Toji Fushiguro doesnât laugh, and youâre plastering on your scent patches once more. âNow, in the real world we donât always have the luxury of scent patches. In times such as these we hybridsâŚâ
Toji seems to crouch even deeper on his knees, hunching in on himself almost. Heâs sure that those other bastards in the classroom are probably gawking at his submissiveness right now- let them think what he wants.
His tail swishes the floor, ears listening for the whispers. He doesnât give a fuck.
He wasnât caving in because he was fucking submissive or some other shit- no. Toji was down on his knees and practically humping your feet in front of an entire group, all because heâs never been harder in his entire life.
â-can try it out for yourselves should you so wish to later on.â And you were oblivious to the entire thingâoh, pretty bunny, how he wanted to rip you apart. Inch by inch.Â
Just from the briefest second of your scent.
Youâre getting into the proper lesson by now, throwing out the history of muzzles in relationship with hybrids whilst absent-mindedly patting Tojiâs head. He leans into your touch and you falter mid-speech, ears twitching in every direction, you swear you couldâve smelt a faint sweetness in the air.
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Day 5 of the APEX ASSIMILATION PROGRAM.
On the last day of the program, Toji Fushiguro didnât attend at all.Â
Perhaps the demonstration yesterday had taken it too far? But youâd asked him about it, and Toji had insisted that it was something he enjoyed doingâ
âNext time, though, thatâs gonna be you, bunny-â
âYou wish.â
After all, it had been part of the syllabus, too, and the rest of the class had been eager to jump onto wearing the muzzle and tempting each other with their pheromones. So you didnât think that it was exactly that.
Or perhaps he didnât find the program useful at all and didnât want to waste his time on it any longer?Â
This program in particular was showered with praise and rave reviews, but you understood that it might not resonate with everyone. In that case, there were refunds and extension packages for particularly difficult students - and Toji didnât exactly strike you as the type to leave something half-finished.
Or perhapsâŚperhaps you didnât know.
He didnât let the reception know he was about to be absent. He didnât give you any notice that heâd be quitting.
It might just have been something in his personal life that you werenât exactly privvy to - you were just his program teacher, after all. And after today (and the graduation ceremony, which was really more of a formality than anything) tomorrow, you werenât going to be even that.
Someone to lecture him on the etiquette of his displays of dominance, someone to tease and rile up.
Some bunny.
And yet, you couldnât help but wonder.
Which might just have been (though you didnât entirely admit it to yourself) why you found yourself working late into the night on the fifth day of the program - the first day of Tojiâs disappearance. Along in your office. In the dead of night.
If he wasnât going to attend anymore, then you might as well drown that pang of disappointment in work.Â
Youâre tap-tap-tapping away at your computer, eyes glazed over after so many hours staring into it. All the words were starting to slur together into an unreadable language now, and that was likely not a good sign.
You needed sleep.
Youâre leaning back on your chair with a sigh, massaging your eyes with the mountainous front of your palms. Whispering, âFuckâŚâ You look outside your window for the briefest second- and only then do you realize that the world outside was being kissed with a slight drizzle of rain. âGod, how long have I even been here?â
You look back down at your computer screen, as bright as day: 12:07AM.
Yaga was going to kill you - he always did preach on about âhealthy work-life balancesâ, and this was anything but balanced. You guessed youâd just mark your student register for the day and get the hell out of here- but ah, the rainâŚ
âItâs fine.â Clicking away at the ticks that denoted someone had been present - and they all had been today, except for one. âItâs not raining too bad so Iâll just run to my car orâŚâ
Toji Fushiguroâs name wasnât the first on the register, now even the last.
And yet, you had no explanation as to why you palm kept scrolling you back to his name each time. That stupid, stupid nameââFushiguro, Tojiââeven that seemed to be smirking at you.
Perhaps out of frustration, perhaps out of hidden desire, perhaps out of utterly nothing else to do- you click on it. That name. That medical page compiled by Shoko that you were taken to whenever you clicked on a studentâs name, with all the information that youâd ever need on them.
Youâd skimmed Tojiâs profile once before, right before the program had started as you were trying to familiarize yourself with the students.
But now, something about it feltâŚdifferent.
More personal.
More intimate.
Name: Fushiguro, Toji
Age: 30âs
Sex: Male
Height: 6â2+
Hybrid type: Canis lupus
Status: Unmated.
Other notes: It is important that the subject is of impressive size and weight, even for the Canis lupus (potential subspecies mix of Canis lupus occidentalis). And it is even more important to note that the subject is aware and, one might even argue, cocky about this fact.
You snort at that last line.
Black, silky coat that is well taken care of. Long legs. Considerable muscular mass. Irritable temperament puts him on the radar for potential disruption and displays of dominance. Keen senses. Exceptional speed. STRONG ruts.
And that line? Youâre reading over those last two words at least eight times to make sure you got it right - it wouldâve been one thing to know that Toji Fushiguro had strong ruts, itâs another thing to have Shoko capitalize, embolden, and underline those two words.
And this was a woman whoâd written the many, many profiles that youâd seen in your time working for the facility.
But youâd never seen her emphasize something quite like this?
You keep reading onwards-
Subject has a strong leakage of pheromones in the duration of his rut, which are stated to last for at least over a week, according to the subject. During this time he claims to be âcrazedâ and âlike a madmanâ, and due to the sheer severity of these ruts has never been known to take a mate.
Never?
Last known time of rut was five months ago.
Note to self: REMIND SUBJECT OF RUT!
A crash of wood somewhere in the distance.Â
VERY EASILY TRIGGERED!
Footsteps.
AND POTENTIALLY COMING INTO RUT VERY SOON!
Through the silver flicker of lightning from outside, you can make out the shape of someone towering at your office door. Opened wide. His hands rested against the frame as if he was about to collapse any moment now- he cast a shadow over where you were seated, gripping the wooden panel so tight that you could hear the low crack!
And you already know who it is.
âT-Toji?â Your rabbit ears raise into the air, trying to catch any answer from him. When thereâs none, youâre getting up from your chair and taking a cautious step forward. âToji, what happened- why are you here at this time?â
Toji twitches as if the very sound of your voice jolted him to his very core, âAll the better to meet you with, bunny.â
Rough.
Hoarse.
There was a primal rumble in his tone that made your legs press together - whether out of need or fearâŚIt honestly didnât even sound like your Toji- and youâre almost second-guessing your initial impression. Perhaps because of that, youâre taking yet another step forward. âWhy are you standing there like that?â
âAll the better to see you with, bunny.â
But did you honestly even need to ask?
Because one step - one step - is all it takes for Tojiâs thick pheromones to immediately hit you. For your mind to whirl with the heady combination of sandalwood and crisp ice and need. Pure need.
Itâs so strong that your body takes an immediate lurch backwards, shivering at the scent of a predator-type at his strongest - at his closest. âAnd why do you smell soâŚâ The backs of your knees hit the stippled cushion of your chair, and youâre just about to topple onto the seat-
When the rabid wolf hybrid crosses the room in less than two strides, pulling you into his arms instead.
Youâre hissing at the sheer heightened temperature of his body, as if he was overcome with a fever. Multiple fevers. All at once. His hands grip at your waist as though you were his sole lifeline, elongated claws tearing through your skirt with ease. His mawâ
Oh, and his greedy, slobbering maw was wide open and mouthing at the swollen scent gland on the right side of your neck.
Tojiâs needy canines finding your soft flesh and digging inââAll the better to eat you with, bunny.â
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âP-pussyâŚâ Tojiâs feral jaw hangs open, globule upon globule of saliva leaking from his lips and through the metal muzzle he was wearing. It drips down the front of his t-shirt until that useless fabric was drenched, and you could make out each curve of his prominent pecs.
Heaving as if heâd just ran a marathon as you lean back on your office desk and spread your legs all wide open, like a feast, wafting out the sweetest pheromones from between, like a dessert. His favorite.
Heâs watching as your puffy folds open up like the cutest lilâ blossom, two glistening petals that he wanted to lick clean of that syrupy slick.Â
Hell- the mere scent of it was enough that heâs panting like a dog in heat.
As if hypnotized, as if a zombie, Tojiâs dazedly leaning forwardsâbefore you rest the tip of your high heel against his forehead. Pushing him right back where he came from, âDown, boy. Didnât your momma ever teach you table manners?â
âPussy-â Heâs gripping onto either of your thighs with his roughened palms, âBut- pussy.â Trying his very best to tug you forwards. âNeed to taste that pretty pussy, bunnygirl- fuckinâ put her on my face, please.â
âNuh uh, Toji.â Crossing your arms with a huff, âHonestly I should give you nothing nâ kick you out right now for crashing into my office like this-â
âKick me out afterâoh.â Tojiâs damn lost for words as a glittery bead of slick gently drips out of you, it ends up on a pool in the desk- and heâs groaning at the fact that he canât just surge over and lick it up right now.
Raising a brow, âAnd why should I?â
âB-becauseâŚâ And Toji Fushiguro might be a wolf hybrid, but heâs peering up at you with such puppy eyes. Half-lidded eyes. Begging. Desperate. âAw- nâ here I thought bunnies were the nice ones- wonât you hngh, give a poor, thirsty dog something sweet? Just one lilâ taste?â
âI dunnoâŚâ Grinning, âHow thirsty?â
âSo thirsty- so thirsty-â And with you loosening your heel on his head, heâs able to gluttonously plunge his sweaty face between your legs- just plunging and plunging. Craving and yearning. Gnawing down on the metal of his muzzle, and pressing its frigid texture against the front of your cunt. âThis pussy- this pussy, oh, this pussy.â
The only thing on his fucking mind right now- heâs nudginâ the metal restraints on his mouth against your folds. âJust one taste of her- I beg of you.â A primal sound rips from the back of Tojiâs throat, and itâs enough to make every hair on your body stand on end. âJust one taste. Just- just one-â Just desperately lolling his lengthy tongue out and flicking it near the bars of his muzzle, where heâs but getting a single droplet of yours. âFuck this damn thing- Iâll break through it if I have to- Iâll- Iâllââ
âYesâ?â
Shaking his black bangs out of his eyes, âIâll kneel, Iâll beg-â He guessed heâd already accomplished the first two, Tojiâs muzzle shoves against your puffy pussylips once more. âIâll kill for it. Iâll die for it. Iâll eat this pussy out if itâs the only thing I can eat fer the rest of my life. Iâll keep this damn muzzle on and eat you out through this if I could-â
You throw head backwards with an arch, he was just achingâ
âThen do it.â
And itâs all that Toji needs.
He doesnât care if heâs wearing the canine muzzle anymore, heâs worked himself up into such a frenzy that all he needs is to throw your legs over his broad shoulders and kiss his puffy tongue against the bars.Â
Shoving his tastebuds through one of the gaps in the bars. Crushing his muzzle between your legs- âCâmon.â Tojiâs spitting into your open cunt, grunting as he just barely manages to flick your wet slit with his tastebuds. Bangs ruffling as he delves even deeperââCâmon- câmon- câmon-â
After each determined pant of his, the wolf hybrid was bullying his muzzled face even deeper between your legs. An entirely new sensation with the way the cold metal was massaging your cunt, âO-oh, you really meant it, huh?â
And he doesnât even answer.
You donât think he even hears.
Nothing in his gone, rut-filled mind right about now but the problem of how he was finally going to taste you- and thatâs when a sudden thought occurs to him.
Flattening his tastebuds against the muzzle, Tojiâs somehow able to lick down the slit of your pussy. Moving his head in a loooooong up nâ down drag, he lets your juices fall all over his tongue and moans- âPussy.â
Your skin erupts in goosebumps at the quivering tone of his voice, something oh-so-unsteady in it that makes your natural instincts scream at you.
Oh, but your body?Â
Your body was bouncing up into Tojiâs avid movements as if you were hypnotized by his tongueââO-oh my god? How are you even managing to- fuck, it feels so good.â Shrilling out, your hamstring start to ache with how badly you were trying to get his tongue to go even deeper. Harder.
And you donât even have to voice your concerns- because Tojiâs slightly unlatching his mouth from your pussy and sniffing at the air.Â
He could smell your need in your pheromones, he could smell it on your pussy. In no time, he was dragging you in by the waist until youâre being teetered on the very edge of the table. Slithering that long, slimy tongue alllll across your front- âPussy.â He pants his mantra out, the buttony knob of his thumb coming up to press down on your clit then. âMât-tasting yourâŚâÂ
âPussy- thatâs right.â Youâre babbling out, once more being jerked forwards by the needy man. âAnd that isnât enough to soothe your thirst, Toji?â Not that you ever wanted him to stop.
âFuck- you call that a taste?â He sounds almost offended, and you could tell- oh, you could tell that the real Toji Fushiguro wouldnât be doing those cute lilâ kittenish licks at your folds. He wouldnât just be teasing your sensitive core with these laps.
He was a wolf hybrid with a large bite. He wanted more.
Much, much more.
And by the way that those crescent fingernails of his were starting to dig at your sides, you could tell that Tojiâs restraint was starting to wane. Slowly straining. Ebbing away.
Eating you out through that doggy muzzle, the more heâs crashing its metal fringes against your cunt- the more desperate heâs becoming to actually taste you. To plaster those pretty lips of yours against his entire face like he wanted to, âYou call that ânough to satiate a thirst? You call- fuck, mâstil fucking dehydrated, bunny.â Pryinâ aside your folds to stare at your glistening hole, âAnd yer leaking all over.â
Your heeled feet twitch, âAre you saying you donât want to-â
âNo.â
Toji Fushiguro has never sounded more serious in his entire life.Â
Heâs urgently soothing his sizzlinâ tastebuds against the front of your core, âNo no no no no-â Furiously motioning his head as if to make up for even the mere notion that he wouldnât have this anymore. âI would never say that- never, fuck, a pussy like this and you think mâjust gonna give her up so easily?â
Then the bars of his muzzle rub against your sensitive clit and make you gasp, âThen what-â
âMâjust saying that mâthirsty, mama.â Toji growls, hooking his thick thumb on the inside of your entrance. Heâs using his mean tip to stretch-stretch-streeeetch you widely open - so close and yet so far. âPredator-type hybrids have a laaaaarge appetite, yâknow that, bunny?â Heâs probinâ his stare up at you, watching your every lewd expression. âHeh, I could eat a cute lilâ bunny like you right up- so look at her.â
Spitting. Youâre whining at the sudden impact, and Toji damn near does, too, as he looks down upon the mess he made nâ wonât be able to lick right up.
âAnd look at me.â The mesh of his muzzle scratches a carnal itch that you didnât even know you had, âFucking look at me.â Thereâs a certain way that he says it - as if his voice had suddenly veered octaves higher without control. As if he was shaking. As if heâd just gone crazed. âCanât you see that mâacting like a damn dog here?â
Making you dizzy with both his filthy words and his filthy movements, âOh, fuck- you really are-â
Dragging his handsome face on the sheeny insides of your thighs, he was just so close but so far. Begging. âMy bunnygirl- my pretty bunny- pretty girl-â Canines peeking out, âWhat do you want me to do? What can I do to get ya to hop on my face nâ let me taste it?â
Your heart races at the way you had the Toji Fushiguro babbling for your pussy like this - if anyone else could see him right about now then theyâd faint. âThenââ Heâs excitedly bucking against your leg, humping his throbbing erection on your calf. â-bark like you want it.â
Toji Fushiguroâs mouth drops.
Toji Fushiguroâs hulking body twitches. Processing what youâd just told him.
And then he opens his scarred mouth andâlets out a low, growling bark.
Oh, youâve never been wetter.
Still reeling with the sound in your ears - oh, you almost wish youâd recorded it - youâre mindlessly reaching a hand out and unhooking Tojiâs muzzle. The most juvenile of locks thatâd kept him barred. The easiest fix, now falling to the floor.
At least, you think it falls to the floor.
You honestly donât see anything past unhooking the muzzle lock- before Tojiâs on your cunt with his mouth, his lips, his fingers.
Two thrusts with his watering tastebuds, another thrust with his pointed index.
âHold still.â Itâs all you hear before your body arches at the sheer thickness of his tongue shoving past your swollen pussylips and fucking your hole raw. Ravenous. His slicked tip swabs against your insides, and you could feel each nubbed tastebud dragging against your every orifice.
And how could you not move? Youâre being thrust forwards with the pressure - just the slightest few inches - but even that seemed to be too much for the wolf hybrid. Heâs pinning his free hand down on your thighâŚâHold still.â
In and out. In and out
Toji isnât even warming up- hell, he isnât even taking the time to breathe before he shoves himself nose-deep between your jittery legs.Â
Like he wouldnât even mind suffocating, heâs eating you out like a man thatâd been starved for eons.Â
âP-pussyââ Toji echoes out his very same mantra, and you honestly donât know which one of you was more gone by this point.Â
Gulping in each sweet, sweet ounce of your slobber- âSo this is what you taste like.â His tone cracks on that little sentence, âThis is what wh-what your pussy feels like against my lips.â The breathy exhale that leaves him is almost reverent, it buzzes against your tender folds and youâre shrilling out at the shockwaves of pleasure. âWhat the fuck she tastes so- sweet.â
Your eyes snap open, and youâre staring down at the flushed man. âSweet?â
âI can see your cute bunny ears twitching- heh, you like that.â
Youâre whining as he drags you closer, until youâre almost resting fully on his face, only for him to take deeper whiffs of your cunt.
âAnd sânot just the rut, she just smells so damn good, too.â Toji blabbers out, not letting a single slick wad escape his ravenous mouth. With the crowned tops of his fingers, heâs smearing apart your hole. âAnd she sounds so- uh huh- whatever you say, kitty.â As if in the middle of a conversation, heâs nodding and spitting down another sticky web on your core.Â
With his upper lip glued to the top of your entrance, heâs alternating between letting his fingers and his tongue shovel insideâ
âKittyâs sayinâ sheâs never met another like me, either.â
âNow youâre just b-boasting.â Sobbing out. Nose pressing against your clit, heâs using this lecherous position to breathe in the cute bunny pheromones wafting from you.
âSo fuckinâ sweet.â More to himself than anything, âIt should be illegal to have such a pretty pussy- is this, fuck, some sorta test?â
âIf this was a test, then youâd have failed a long time ago.â Youâre letting your chin hit your chest, gazing down at Tojiâs ministrations. He was thrusting his tongue so rapidly into your entrance that it looked like nothing but a needy, pinkish blur between your legs. Almost experimenting, you ask him. âBark again, Toji?â And he does- oh, he does. Grinding against your legs as he shoved himself even deeper. âI th-thought you wanted only one taste?â
But the man beneath you only seems to smile, âOh, I did just have one taste.â And heâs waiting for you to get just a lilâ stupider on his velvety tongue, âThis is one taste.â He presses a wiiiidely opened kiss against your cunt, hot and wet. âAnd this is one more.â With the audacity to press another. âAnd one more-â And another. âOooone more-â Another.
âShouldâve kept that muzzle on youâŚâ Youâre wailing, not meaning it a single bit. You both know that that muzzle wouldnât have stopped him for a single second.
Thrash after vicious thrash, before youâre aching to have him reach your g-spot- and Toji, it seems, senses this.Â
Because just then, heâs pulling back his prolonged tongue with such a weeeeeeeeeet slurp.
âAnd youâre leaking all over- do bunnies like water?â
Just to make sure, Toji bubbles out yet another wad of saliva that gently splats down on your cunt. Rubbinâ along the wetness of it, heâs using it as lubrication to try and fit three entire fingers inside of you.
Inch by solid inch.
The rotund areas of his joints driving you positively wild, theyâre opening up every hidden orifice inside of you. Whether inside or outside, not matter how much you try to clench or buck or whineâyour cunt gobbles Tojiâs fingers up with a wet sluuuuuurp. âIf not, better plug her up then.â His wide tongue flops out to catch the speckles of slick that kept splashinâ out, âMore fâme- oh, this pussy.â
âShit- stretching me out so much.â Youâre seeing white as his ridged digits scour their way inside, stretching your elastic channel out wiiiiide. âYouâre seriously- three?â
âFour.â
Of course, a fourth finger was mazinâ its way inside now - tugging aside your bloated folds so that he could slickly slide along your walls with the rest of them. Everywhere that Toji had mapped out with his tongue earlier, he was now fully committing to memory with his fingers.
âHafta.â He gurgles out, dry humping your leg whilst he eats you out. âIf sheâs gonna take my knot then I need- hah, at least four.â
Your eyes damn near bulge out of your scalp, âYour knot isâŚseriously that big? How can one even th-think of fitting it-â
âWell, yer gonna be the first.â
âOhââ Head throwing back, youâre bawling out at the constant rhythmic thump-thump-thump of him reaching every hidden spot and cranny. And like a damn dog in heat, heâs lapping and lapping away his sticky tongue on top of your clit. âMânot gonna last-â
Those pinkish tastebuds covered with a glazy layer of saliva and slick, with ribbons that always connect you to him. âMmmmââ
Heâs flexing his tongue down to juuuust press on your knobbly clit, and the pleasure is so much that Toji has to hold you down with his second hand on your thighs. Slithering all the way to the back of your ass so that he can grope you, âSit down, bunny.â Such a mean command- whilst the inches of Tojiâs fingers were scouring inside your walls to findâŚyour g-spot. Easily.
He wastes no time directly pinpointing that particular spot and stroking it with his fingers.
Wellâbashing it, more likely.
Because Toji was meeeeeean with his movements, he was impatient. He could feel you growing wetter and wetter- and took it upon himself to hit your g-spot feverishly. Pushing, poking, probing. âHeh, what a magical spotâŚfuck.â Jaw unhinging even wider open, he just couldnât stop kissing your wet pussy. âMagical magical pussy- oh, I love you, kitty.â
âT-Tojiââ With a twitch, youâre clawing at his sweaty scalp. âDonât think mâgonna last very soon- actually, I think mâgonna-â
âAwww, how cute-â He eyes the way youâre shivering all over on his tongue, â-the bunny hops.â
âF-fuck offâfuck!â
Jaw dropping.
Head turning dizzy.
Your voice shatters into a million tones as youâre finally reaching your high, white-hot pleasure bursting behind your eyelids. Pulse thundering, it felt as though your entire body was burning up- almost as hot as Tojiâs was.
His sizzling tongue, his scorching fingers that pushed nâ pushed nâ pushed away at your g-spot to drag you through your incredible high.Â
âCâmon, kitty kitty~â The wolf hybrid whispers between your folds, plump lips wrapping around your clit and streeeeeetching out that sensitive nub. âBe nice to âer, mmm, give her a good one.â With each movement between your legs, Tojiâs only growing greedier to take over your orgasm - make sure that itâs giving you the utmost pleasure
âIt already feels so- oh.â And just when you thought it couldnât get any better, Tojiâs second hand is lifting off of your bottom to pinch your clit meanly.
Making you genuinely shake through your wave of bliss-
âCâmon câmon câmon-â His fingers plummet in thoroughly, hooking up to leave a few cute bruises on the roof of your cunt. â-gotta get âer loosened reeeeal nicely, have her stretched out to- to take my knot.â
Just the mere mention of that is making you sputter, and youâre finally managing to blink your teary eyes open as the strongest of your high peters out. The aftermath of it still shook you to your core, but at least you can manage to speak- âThe knot that isâŚf-four fingers big, Toji?â
âWellâŚâ As he was eating you out, Toji was still humping your calf. â-sâstill gonna be a bit of a biiiig stretch with four fingers. But you can take it, canât you, mama?â
OhâŚ
And when heâs sure that your orgasm has completely passed, when heâs sure he can no longer feel your cunt quivering with the peaks of your high, when heâs sure heâs overstimulated you by thrusting into you for just a bit longerâTojiâs pulling his fingers out of you and unlatching his mouth with a sopping mwah!
Youâre trembling at the sudden loss of him filling you up.
Toji takes one look at his thick, slick-glazed fingers- and heâs plunging them between his scarred lips and slurping off the excess remnants. âMmmm, canât let a single drop go to waste.â That said, Tojiâs finally - finally - rising from his kneeling position on the floor.
All tall and strong and needy.
A predator thatâd finally cornered his prey.
Heâs yanking his t-shirt off. Heâs whipping his belt off.Â
Heâs so damn tight in his boxers that he actually has to stick a thumb over the hemline of his baggy pants and put some force- pulling it down. Boxers and all.
And oh.
Oh.
You canât help but let your eyes widen, jaw dropping.
You werenât getting out of this alive, were you?
The very moment that heâs freed from his boxers, Tojiâs aching hot length springs out and hits his chiselled abs with a smack! Smearing a long, long line of pre that you almost wanted to reach out and smear- his red-hot tip was sensitive enough that just your stare makes him twitch.
He just kept on droolinâ away the milky lines of his sap.Â
All the way from his flared mushroom tip throbbing rapidly, down the zig-zagging veins that puffed out proudly, down to the tuft of curly hairs that ended at his base, his ballsack. And already, you could see an extra extra thickness formulating at Tojiâs hilt, where his knot was bound to grow.
And was thatâ
You gasp, âToji, your boxers are drenched in white-â
âI know.â He grunts out, as if it pained him. Though the slight smirk on his face told an entirely different story, his rugged thumb wafts over the few pearls of white dappling his length. âI know- that kitty made me cum just by eating her out. Howâs that for a needy dog?â
Oh, fuck.
All nine inches of him (hell, likely even ten if you measured properly) was achingly hot and pulsating to be inside of you. This very second.
Looking up at him - naked, needy - after staring down for so long made quite the difference. Youâre remembering just how intimidating this wolf hybrid is. And something revealed in the pheromones youâd given off makes him crack a sultry smirk. âCâmere bunny.â
Instinctually, your bodyâs lurching backwards for escape-
Only for Toji to grasp your rabbit ears using one of his hands, dragging you off the table with them.
âM-my ears!â Youâre yelping, though not quite in pain, ratherâŚsomething else entirely. Clawing up at Tojiâs strong forearms as heâs twisting you âround by the ears, making your front face the table, his erection pushed up against your ass.Â
Thick and throbbing.
You could feel the way he was throbbing furiously as your heated pussylips splashed slick all over him. âSuch finicky creatures, always wanna run. Donât you know that you wonât be able to outrun me?âÂ
âToji, mm, donât you know that my ears a s-sensitive?â Even now, the slightest rub against them made you lose your mind, and Toji - that bastard - was running his calloused thumb all down the soft insides of your ears. Driving you positively wildâ
âEars schmears.â Rolling his eyes with a gruff grunt, he guides a second hand to cup his thickened hilt. Smearing apart your swollen folds with it, heâs sandwiching himself in with your cunt. âDonât think I donât know how horny ya get when I pull on âem a little, bunny.â
âHorny?â You gape.
âMhmmâthink I canât smell it on ya?â As if to prove his point, his nostrils flare to heave in your saturated sunny lavender scent - and itâs like the more volume heâs intaking, the rougher he becomes, the more heâs rutting against that wet pussy of yours. âI canâfuck, I can. That day in class-â
Pushing his veiny shaft right up against your geysering orifice, just the slightest change in angle and heâd be stuffing you full with no mercy. âOh, fuck-â
âI could smell it on ya, so fucking strong- you got so damn soaked that you were practically announcing it to the class that cute Miss Bunny liked to be thrown around.â Dragging and draaaaagging his hot, sloppy cock against your front. âShe liked to be manhandled a little. Liked it rough- and that kitty of hers likes it even more.â
Bawling, âP-please, Toji.â
âAnd guess what?â
âWhat?â
âI wouldâve killed any other bastard that found out about it.â
Your ears twitch in his grasp, and heâs leaning down to press a slight kiss on top of them. Something that makes you utter out, âNo one knows- hck! no one but you.â
âGood.â You could practically hear the grin in his voice, the way his plump cockhead only seemed to throb even bigger. âBecause I have a secret of my own, bunnygirl.â
âWhatâs that?â
âThat day was exactly what threw me into rut.â
Oh.
And before you know it, youâre being spearheaded by Tojiâs massive cock- swirlinâ his tip around the outer rim of your hole a few times. Around and aroooooound until your pupils are whirling in much the same way in the whites of your eyes.
Sliding his sultry way between those puffy lips of yours and insideâ
âOh.â Tojiâs scarred mouth gapes open, Tojiâs muscular body wracks with such powerful shivers. In a split-second - so fast that you donât think heâs even thinking about it - he has one had white-knuckling those damn sensitive ears of yours. âO-ohhhhh, wait a minute. Hold on, bunnygirl.â
And then heâs snapping his toned hips to yours with such force that it sends you springing further up on your desk, sending important documents fluttering and falling all around you.
Scrambling to hold onto something for dear life, âOh my god-â
âI said fuckinâ hold on.â
âBut I didnât-â
But when Toji Fushiguro tells you to hold you, you better know that he means it - otherwise youâre finding yourself simply drooling on the size of his monstrous cock, being limply manhandled downwards with one hand of his on your waist, and the other on your ears.
Grabbing those silky appendages and using it to yank you down- âWhereâs the rush, little bunny?â And you couldâve sworn that Tojiâs words were slurring, they were stumbling over one another. Scalding hot breath wafting your neck, right where your tender scent glands throbbed. âGot somewhere to be? Donât run from the big, bad wolf, little bunny.â
âOh my- ngh.â With another inch shovelled deep into your orifice - Toji doesnât care whether youâre struggling to take him right about now, doesnât care whether your sultry cunt was bulging with the size of him already.
He had one hand on your ears tugginâ you back and forth like a ragdoll, meeting your hips with rudeâhard hammer. Push after push.
Barely even proper thrusts, to be honest, you had Tojiâs mind scrambled with just the slightest clench of your raw pussy. And he was fucking shaking as he held onto your body - for dear life, just as you were, not that heâd damn admit it - rutting against you like a damn dog. And he panting, too, as if heâs run a mile and suddenly his slick drool was pouring out in bucketloads against the side of your throat. âCome and play- hah, Iâve heard that bunnies like it quick and hard but come nâ play with the big, bad wolf a littleâŚâ
âAnd how mâI supposed to play when you do it like-â Youâre whining at the sudden tug at your ears once more, not fully under his lecherous use to keep you bouncing back on his cock. â-this, ngh?â
âWhyâŚdonât you know that wolves like it a little rough?â
And just as roughly as he swabbinâ away at your insides with his length, that velvety tip of his was just curved perfectly to push into even your tiniest orifice. To stretch you wide open. To bury himself even deeper even though you were sure his sheer size couldnât.
And the more inches that were finding its way stuffed deeeeeep inside your pussy, the more and more that Toji was losing his composure.Â
âLittle bunny- oh, my bunnyââ As if it was his own personal mantra, or he was a broken record player on repeat.Â
Toji was so damn pussydrunk with only a few vicious thrusts, that he didnât even like the way your body would bounce away with the recoils of his thrusts. And heâs pinning you down with everything he can- hell, heâs hiking up one of his meaty thighs to rest on the top platform of your desk and probing.
Muttering, almost to himself with how breathy and quiet it was. âCome back tâme- donât run away- oh, donât run away.â A few more inches find themselves mazing between your gummy walls, and your eyes roll back from the stretch. Still not properly bottomed-out yet. âThe resistance- fuck, Iâve gotta get rid of this resistance.â
Because your entrance juuuust big enough for him to do a valiant job in trying to fit inside. And he needed it to be bigger. Needed you to fit moreâŚ
âCâmon- this pussy.â Tojiâs struck with the idea to snake his left hand between your trembling legs, swiping away at your pulsating clit. âK-kiiiiitty, her cute clit didnât feel neglected by me, did she?â Scissoring you wider open, he giggles at the way they almost look like bunny ears. âOh, my apologies, mama, now mâhere and you just-â Each word punctuated with the more precise thwack! of his hips, â-have- to- take it, alright?â
âTake it take it take it-â Babbling away, youâre just fucked so utterly stupid on his cock by now.
âSo youâre gonna take it all?â And it was a serious question. It was a question that could honestly break Toji Fushiguro right now- fuck, when did he get so weak? âTake it so that you can t-take my knot, too?â
âOhââ So thatâs what heâd been carnally hankering for this entire time, âItâs j-just so muchââ Youâre blabbering out, throat feeling as if it was cracking underneath all the pressure. In your hazy vision, youâre seeing stars as the wolf hybrid starts plunging his reddened tip against that favorite spot. The rotund end of his shaft tapping at your insides, sliding his velvety inches all inside and inside and inside. âOh my god, thereâs so much- what if I canât fit your-â
âSo much?â Toji breathes out a chuckle, âSo much? Bunny, if this is so much- then I donât wanna know how full youâll feel when I finally fuck you pregnant.âÂ
You gawp, âYouâre gonna fuck me pregnant-â
âPatience, bunny, no need to beg. Of course, I am.â The audacity of him- to twist your words and then have a snicker about it. Before a staggering probe of his length leaves you utterly speechless, âBut before that weâve still got a loooong way to go, donât you know?â
Clawing at your desk, though the effort was futile. You could feel yourself slipping down his fat cock even deeper, with such lecherous squelches. âBut y-youâre a wolf, and Iâm a rabbit. I donât know how itâll even fit-â
âOh, itâll fit.â
He sounded oh-so-sure of himself, and you werenât sure how - especially for a wolf hybrid that was currently rabid on your cunt. Ravenous for it.Â
Blushing, perspiring, swearing any time you clenched too hard.Â
But soon enough youâre getting your answer either way, because Tojiâs giving a good swat at your clit- planting a final half-thrust between your legs before heâs finally bottoming out.
Finally.
âSeeâŚsee?â He hisses through his teeth, canines bared and drooling right above your scent glands. âWho did you fuckinâ think I am- see? Told you Iâll make it fit.â Toji didnât fucking care if you were still getting used to the feeling of him poking at your lungs, because he was already moving.
Already pounding you dizzy.
Already snapping his eyes down at your cunt and smiling at the way your folds were puckering whenever he pulled out and in. Taking him sloppily. Every inch of him. All the way from his slicked-up mushroom tip, and doooooown to his veiny hilt. His knot hadnât started to formulate just yet, but he guessed that it would be soon. âSaid you wonât be able to take me but you didâthaâs my girl.â
âYour girl- your girl, mmm.â All you can do at this point is surrender to the way that his pointed jackhammers felt, the force so hard that it was lifting your feet off the floor.Â
âSee how- fuck- well youâre taking me? See how yer made to be fucked full- by me? Stuffed with all my kids, fuck?â Toji grunts out, emptying his gluey wads of pre at your cervix. âDonât hop away from me, cute lilâ bunny- fuck back into your Tojiâyes.â Just so rough that your hips were quivering after each movement, even the slightest gyration back.
You could genuinely feel the vibrations of him bottoming-out with a hollow thud! at the very bottom of your pussy, âDo you feel me at your throat?â Burrowing his bruising tip in hardââAt your brain? Shuffling that pretty lilâ head of y-yours around, am I?â
âOh my- ngh.â Shaking, youâre feeling so limp by now.Â
âYeahhh, proved my point.â
He still had that one hand down on your clit, getting drenched in the arousal that kept on spraying out of you. âSâokay, mama, you donât have to think about anything but- ngh, baby names right now- ya hear me?â
Absent-mindedly babbling, âBabyâŚnamesâŚâ
And thatâs when heâs dragging you so far back by your bunny tears that your spine is arching into him- head against Tojiâs prominent collarbone, your spittle coming out like a waterfall, your cunt being impaled by his thick length and ending upâŚright at your g-spot.
âOh fuh-fuckâ!â Youâre keening, body flailing almost out of control had you not been pinned down by Tojiâs hefty weight.
âOh, fuh-fuck?â Heâs saying, and it takes you a few more vulgar thrusts to realize that heâd just repeated what you said. Tojiâs lower lip juts out in a mocking pout, âI donât think sâa a good name for a baby, bunnygirl- too inappropriate, ngh, no?â
Youâre gritting your teeth, cursing his mean words out in your mind - at least, whatever rational part of it was left. Using that, youâre still able to get your hips to fuck back into his- the flared line of his slit just perfectly rubbinâ against your sweetest spots. âOh- r-right there, Toji.â
Again and again.Â
Itâs a pleasure thatâs so overwhelming that you almost donât hear his distant scoff- âToji?â And youâre almost about to ask what was wrong before- âMmm, but thatâs my name, bunny, and you really wanna give it to our kid?â
âIâm going to fucking kill y-â
âOr maybe Toji Junior?â Toji crinkles his nose in thought, as if he wasnât properly ravaging and ravaging your goopy insides until they felt all red and raw. âHmmmâŚnot a fan- what else have ya got up in that- ngh, pretty mind of yours, mama?â With absolutely no warning, the hand thatâd been drawing circles at your clit suddenly piiiiinches that nub.
Drags it all out until youâre just shrilly whining, âFuck, I think itâs coming-â And then comes out a garbled mess of moans and tears as youâre flashing through to your second high of the night.
This one comes to you suddenly, without any of the blissful crackles that usually preceded your orgasms - but you had to admit that this one was the strongest. The hardest. The sloppiest one youâve ever encountered in your entire life.
You were so wet that even the slightest clench draws out a dampened sluuuurp from your pussy, piping out in dewdrops of cum that cling onto Tojiâs shaft. His blushinâ hot tip reaches into your every corner, somehow bashing your g-spot exactly in time with your peaks.
âMmm, bless you, bunny.â Heâs replying, somewhat belatedly to your mess of noises. And even over the smacking of skin, you hear the exact moment that Tojiâs coming to the realization. âBless- blessing, ohâI think I have the perfect baby name, mm, bunnygirl.â
Blinking your teary eyes behind you, âAnd- and that is?â
âMegumi.â
You canât deny that the thought of an actual baby name sends shivers down your spine, and you donât need to think much of it before youâre looking over your shoulder and begging- âI-inside, Toji.â Sliding one of your hands down your front in emphasis, âCum inside me if you want that- ngh, thenâŚâ
âFucking hell-â
Itâs just then with a few vicious plunges that Tojiâs cumming, too.Â
Stripe after stripe of his aching hot seed, it empties out in multiple layers against the back of your pussy. And youâre not sure whether youâre seeing white because of the sheer ecstacy or the sheer volume of him.
Itâs so hot.
So wet.
Such sappy ribbons that lacquer a second gluey skin âround your channel, you can feel it splosh around you even with the tiniest movements. Thump-thump-thumped into your orifices inside by his cock.
Heâs pumping out so many wads that they end up overspilling your cunt with almost no effort, a few dewy droplets that Toji has to scoop inside using his thickened thumb. âFucking hell, youâre just begging to be fucked pregnant, arenât you?â Snarling, he drives his hips even faster. âFrom the very beginning- begging to let me fill this kitty? Begging to be all r-roooooound and glowing with my child-â
You grab at the mahogany wood in front of you and heâs dragging you back-
âBegging to not leave this damn office until youâre carrying my child, hm?â
âYes-â You gasp, âYes yes yes yesââ
âThen get pregnant.â Toji grunts out, holding onto you- he moves on from your ears to grab at your fluffy tail and draaaaag you back, âGet pregnant get pregnant- get- fuck, youâre not thinking about tapping out yet, are you?â
Lolling your head against the table, in a puddle of your own drool. âN-no?â
âGood. Because I need you to say one thing, bun-âÂ
âAnd what is-â
âKnot.â
âKn-nghâŚâ You canât even finish that damned syllableânot when Tojiâs then squeezing in the plump growth at his base like that. That firmness youâd been feeling pressed up against your cunt this entire time? That was none other than his knot.
Pushing and pushing.
Probing.
âCâmon- say it.â Toji reaches up a hand from your clit, lugging open your mouth. âBreathe in. breathe out. And saaaaaay it- knot.â Smushing your cheeks open, âOpen yer mouth up real wide like this- yeah, now open those legs up real wide, too.â
âItâs actually fitting in-â
âEasy there- eeeeeasy there, donât run.â
Sobbing out at the carnal stretch, âKnot- fuckââ Your eyes roll to the back of your head- you thought that Toji was big earlier, but youâd never felt anything like this. His rotund swelling, throbbing as he squeezes it inside of you with a wet plop! âYou just made me take your-â
âBetâcha never had something like this, hm? Now we know sâtaking, bun.â He hums, tapping at the completely stuffed orifice of your cunt, filled to the brim, stuffed to every inch. âAll safe nâ sound- butâŚâ
âBut?â Still trying to catch your breath.
âBut if it doesnât take right nowâŚheh, well-âÂ
And before you know it, Tojiâs reached over to gnaw his long canines down your scent glands. Heâs pricking his sharp edges against the soft tissue, tearing into them, biting into them. Your scent is his and his scent is yours, completely infused: mates, as it went.
All before heâd even finished his program, Tojiâs saturated air puffs out of his own scent glands- body still frenzied, almost as if he was looking to go into overdriveââ-I read somewhere that you bunnies can go at it two-hundred times a day.â
You really werenât making it out of this alive.
.
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Graduation Day of the APEX ASSIMILATION PROGRAM.
âItâs odd that madam bunny is late-â
âAnd on arguably the most important day of the program, too-â
âI hope sheâs alright.â Ijichi looks nervously around the training field, as if willing you to manifest from behind a bush or so any second now. It was almost unnerving being here when you werenât, always the first in class, always there to greet them.
Utahime herself was wringing her hands as she let her class mill about for the first portion of the day, peering at the building and the entrance from time to time. âMaybeâŚmaybe we should just get on with it.â She says, much to the shock and disappointment of the class. A pondering silence falls over the beautiful day, âPerhaps sheâs running late and shall get here before the graduation ceremony is over-â
âMaybe we should have someone call her residence and find out whether somethingâs wrong?â Surprisingly, itâs Ijichi that pipes up.
âYeah, do that-â
âOh maybe we should at the reception-â
âOh, alright.â Utahime hums, âIâll go call her, Ijichi youâre in charge of the class until I-â
âIâm hereâ!â
Ah, there. Ijichi smiles to himself in satisfaction, so there was really no need to call you anymore.Â
Now you could carry on with the graduation as you were meant to, you could hand over the certificates, you could shake their hands with that pretty smile of yours, you could- you could speed-walk up to them with a certain wolf-hybrid on a leash.
Ijichiâs eyes damn near bulge out of his skinâa certain wolf hybrid on a leash?
Yes, the next time youâre walking back to your program, itâs with Toji Fushiguro on a leash.
The whispers burst out instantly-
âOh my god- is thatâŚsomeone certainly graduated alright.â
âSo they have that kind of relationship? Look at the bite marks on her neck-â
âWait, why is seeing the big, bad wolf all tame like this kindaâŚâ
âSorry Iâm late.â Youâre announcing, slightly out-of-breath with the added weight of your new companion. Youâre twisting your hands in the tough material of the leash, one end of it held by you, and the other attached to the brand-new red collar wrapped around Tojiâs neck.
His lightly grunting underneath his breath when you tug, snarling through his oh-so-favorite muzzle. And even the restraint wasnât enough to stop some of the attendees from taking a step or two back, âA little someone was a bitâŚdistracted and didnât want to come to graduation- I convinced him, though. But I had to bring him in like this, ah- yâknow.â They look at your slightly-trembling legs, they look at your glowing beauty, they look at the garish bonding mark on the side of your throatâŚand they can already guess what type of distraction that had been.
Oblivious to the roar of whispers (almost) youâre looking from your stunned class to your stunned colleague, her lips parted. âSo it was a mating ritualâoh my god Shoko owes me two thousand yen.â Utahime reaches for her phone to call up Shoko this time, babbling something about coming down to the field right now.
âThatâs not what you should be asking.â Toji pipes up for the first time, making nearly everyone freeze in place at his rough baritone.Â
 In amusement, his tail swishes- his hand reaches up to your marked throat, your swollen scent glands (no longer covered), âEasy boy.â
âMâjust saying.â Before finally coming at rest in front of you, in front of just where heâd filled that pretty womb of yours last night. âThere are better questions to be asking now, heh.â
âL-like what?â Ijichi, bravely, is the only one to ask.
Oh, poor IjichiâŚ
âLike âboy or girl?ââ
A/N. Two Toji fics in a (not quite) row?! GAAAAAASP- also I wrote this between an 18-hour powercut erm.
Plagiarism not authorized.

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oh no!!!
my ribcage split open, revealing a grotesque, vertical maw, slavering and bleeding, with uneven rows of jagged and splintered ribs for teeth!!!
and prom is TOMORROW!!!
well how can i refuse if it came straight from an orc
Anyway I think it should be a normal friend thing to recommend porn to each other like any other form of entertainment. Like hey I saw this and thought of you. In a platonic way. Thought you'd enjoy it. Well I think the fanfic girlies are doing this already but we need to learn from them as a society
As a Professional Medium youâve come across many different kinds of Ghosts in your day. Seeing them in all the shapes and forms they chose to inhabit. From the cutest to the scariest things you can imagine.
Yet none have been able to slip away out of your grasp. In the end you get them all, opening the portal to the other side and forcing them through it. One way or another.
At some point your job became a little boring. What used to excite you or even scare you became predicable. What would usually make people scream and run away in terror was commonplace for you. The ghosts didnât expect it either. Your total lack of reaction to them anymore.
It seemed as though they never knew how to react. And you didnât either, leaving the situation quite flat. Most of them would just leave prettily easily after that. Making it even less of a challenge for you. Others would still try, give it their best to keep messing with humans. But in the end it all came out the same way.
That is until one day when a woman comes into your store, already blushing as she tells you that she thinks thereâs a ghost in her house. When you ask for specifics she gets even more flustered. It takes some coaxing but eventually she shares that strange things have been happening.
After coming out of the shower her towel would always mysteriously slip off. When she tried holding it up it was like some force was trying to pull it back down. Panties she had laid on the bed when preparing her outfit kept disappearing. And when she did manage to find a pair sheâd always wake up to them being soaked. Apparently she wasnât the type for wet dreams either.
A pit of dread had formed at the bottom of your belly as she continued talking. You hated the pervy ghosts, they were always the most stubborn to stick around. Wanting to get their rocks off even though their time was up for those kind of activities.
With a heavy sigh you agree to go to her place and check things out. And when you get to the house the energy immediately shifts. Even the client feels it, shivering slightly and saying the air doesnât usually feel this thick when she comes alone.
Youâre pretty used to it though. Itâs like the ghosts automatically know who you are. Can sense it. They prepare themselves to fight against your powers. It was the same as usual.
Or so you thought.
It isnât until youâre separated from the owner of the house. Exploring around and trying to find where the energy is heaviest do you feel it. A pair of big sturdy hands ghosting up your back. Immediately you tense, preparing to turn around when the ghost slides his hands around your thick frame and grab onto your breasts.
Before you can react heâs pinning you to his body. Nothing really there yet you can feel the force of his presence against you. When you try and talk you immediately feel his fingers slide into your mouth, muffling your words.
âLook what we have here. A new toy,â the ghost purrs, his voice all raspy and warm in a way that turns your insides into goo.
Weakly you struggle against him, not quite sure whatâs happening. Your body continues to heat up, feeling all tingly and sensitive to every caress of his free hand as it moves closer and closer to the apex of your thighs. Again you try and talk around his fingers, the sensation of seeing nothing in your mouth yet having it be full a strange one. He merely laughs at your attempts.
âCâmon. Do you really want her to hear what I have planned for you, little medium?â He asks darkly as his fingers slip past the seams of your skirt and into your panties.
You gasp at the sudden pressure along your glistening slit and he chuckles lowly in your ear over how excited you are. Itâs not your fault, you canât help it. This is the biggest thrill on the job youâve had in a long time. And the curiosity that joins it only makes you wetter while heâs splitting apart your folds and collecting your slick like itâs something to treasure.
At his mercy you can only stand there, writhing against him as he circles your entrance, teasing you till your hips are bucking into his hand. Clearly showing your own hidden desperation for more and giving him exactly what he wants. You hate it but a part of you loves how much you hate it. The push and pull dizzying.
Youâve never had a ghost try anything with you. Not even the pervy ghosts youâve encountered. Theyâve always been too scared. Either running away or trying to scare you away. But no, not this one. You thought youâd seen it all but youâve never felt anything like this.
Especially as he finally plunges in two fingers into your dripping core without hesitation. Wantonly you moan around the presence of his fingers. Your tongue instinctively trying to find and wrap around the foreign objects in your mouth. The mischievous ghost grunts and you feel another growing presence press against your ass.
âWell arenât you naughty⌠much m-more mmph! exciting then the other human. Prettier too. So much mmmore to grab onto,â he moans in your ear.
Moving in sync he starts fucking his fingers up inside you at the same time he grinds his rock hard cock against your ass. Pathetically you whimper against his fingers, sensing the girth and length pressing into you. Your eyes roll back and you start rocking into both sensations.
Hissing through his teeth the mischievous ghost picks up pace, growing rougher at your enthusiasm. Curling his fingers with every pump of his fingers he somehow manages to find every sensitive nerve along your velvety walls. Almost as if youâre the ghost and he can see completely through you.
Desperate to ground yourself your hands fly out, pressing against the wall. Your body starts moving on its own with that little bit of support. Wanting to wreck him as much as heâs wrecking you, you start grinding back harder against his cock. Relishing in the long groan he spills into your ear.
âYou wanna play dirty, sweetheart? I havenât even really started but if thatâs where you wanna take thingsâŚâ
Immediately you still against him. Reality slaps you in the face as you realize what it is youâre doing and who youâre doing it with. This is a ghost. A ghost youâre supposed to get rid of. He just laughs at the realization on your face.
âItâs a bit too late to back out now, isnât it? Not like you can pretend you didnât let a ghost finger this perfectly tight cunt,â he says mockingly in your ear. Claiming you canât hide the way you obviously want him as bad as he wants you.
You clench your jaw as your pussy flutters hopelessly around his pummeling fingers that push in and out of you over and over again. Always teasing that deep soft spot inside you that makes you see stars.
âWatch me,â you slur out around his fingers, the saliva thatâs pooled in your mouth dribbling messily down the corner of your mouth.
The dirtiness of it has you clenching around his intrusive fingers. At the same time he pushes in a third finger and your eyes widen, crying out at the intrusion. Itâs all so messy, his thick digits filling you up so damn good. The round tips of them now brutally battering against that spongey spot, making your knees weak.
Before you can dare to fall the front of your body smacks against the wall, the mischievous ghost pinning you against the hard surface. His movements getting even more frenzied. Every rough pump of his fingers sends thick sloppy squelches throughout the room. Your essence gushing down his hand and creating the start of a puddle on the ground.
âIâd like to watch you try. Especially after this,â he growls into your skin, nosing up and down your neck.
Then his thumb merely rolls over your poor puffy clit and youâre coming all over his hand, spraying out your release in a steady stream that makes the puddle on the ground so much worse. You scream around the fingers in your mouth, vision flashing white as you tremble from the force of your release. Using both him and the wall to keep you upright. The orgasm almost zapping all the energy out of you.
Much to your surprise the ghost helps work you through your release. Though you figure thatâs more for his enjoyment than your own. You can practically feel his eyes on the pool of your cum on the floor. How you add more to it which each spasm of your cunt, your body jerking from the sensitivity.
Itâs not until you physically canât take anymore that his fingers slip out of your fingers and your mouth, leaving you gasping and quivering.
âIâll see you again soon, little medium,â he whispers and then his presence and the weight in the air is all but gone.
You barely have time to pull yourself together, stumbling away from the puddle of evidence you left behind as you hear the client rushing up the stairs.
âDo you feel that, do you feel that?! Heâs gone! I swear he usually never leaves!â The client shouts as she enters the room.
Sluggishly you nod, trying really hard to pull yourself together. To ignore the way youâre still clenching down around nothing like you already want him back inside you. Before you can respond you hear her panicked gasp.
âSeeâ here, look! This is the same kind of ectoplasm on my underwear in the mornings! Well⌠not exactly the same. But similar,â she muses as she rushes over to whatâs left of your release on the floor.
You turn around to see her crouched down next to it. Her hand hesitantly reaching out like sheâs about to touch it. Your heart nearly jumps up into your throat and you shakily take a few steps toward her.
âWa-ait! Uh-uh, you shouldnât touch it. In fact, um, we should wait till he comes back to do anything else. I-I canât get rid of him if heâs not here,â you force out, your mouth feeling heavy as if still full of his fingers.
Relief shoots through you as the clients hand stops, her head turning to you instead. Her eyes light up as she nods in agreement, standing up to her full height and walking over to you.
âIâll call you next time something happens then,â she says brightly. Your world feels so upside down you canât muster up any amount of professionalism so you just nod in response and start to head out.
âSounds great,â you call out sarcastically over your shoulder.
And you despise that thereâs some honest truth to your words. In fact, seeing him again would be so much better than just great. Which scares you more than any of the ghosts youâve ever come across.
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SCREEN QUEEN! - G.S.
Synopsis. To see a movie or to make one? Four times Geto Suguru absolutely ruined you for the cameras, and the one time outside of them.
Pairing. Geto Suguru x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! pĂłrnstar! reader, pĂłrnstar!Geto, he is so DOWN BAD, exhibĂtionism, breĂŠding, Getoâs tattoos, Getoâs PIERCINGS (d, tongue), THREĂSOMES, some Gojo x Reader x Geto, streamer!Gojo, vĂłyeurĂsm, Geto gets one taste is PĂSSYDRĂNK, mast. (Geto), oraI (fem + male rec.), spĂtting, p slapping, some Toji x Reader, PĂRE SMUT, hĂşmping, matĂng presses, semi-public, pet names, swĂŠaring.
Word count. 10.1k (woah)
A/N. Have a lovely week <3
âCh-chin up, honeyââ Getoâs drunkenly half-lidded stare sticks to you like a greedy second skin. And it makes him snicker, curling his thick fingers around your neck to force your glassy eyes upwards. âLet the camera see that hah- pretty face of yours.â
You mewl, batting your teary lashes up at his towering figure. Pretty glossed lips pressing the most sinful French kisses up his sensitive shaft, âLike this, Sugu?â
And god, that makes him throw his head back with a whimper. It makes him dredge up everything left of his sanity to remember those next few lines of his, praying that those babbling messes of his groans pick up on the microphones.Â
âY-yeah, got that right.â he jostles his muscular thighs even more heavily manspread, baring you with a sopping wet swipe of his angry tip against your pout. Poking the bulbous curve of his cool metal piercing just barely- âSo you can listen, brat.â
Damn. Getoâs already sure heâd stumbled over his script a few too many times. Already sure heâd forgotten what the next scene was with how he was too dangerously close-
CUT!
Shit.
He had a feeling this would happen.
Because Geto Suguru rarely ever had to take multiple takes whenever he was filming - he was no novice in this business. Far from it, in fact.Â
Bearing the title of one of the most-watched porn actors in history - and the five-time crowned winner of the most beautiful, as well - the audience loved him, and the directors loved him even more with just how many big, fat cheques heâd rake in easily.
And you?
That gorgeous newbie paired up with him today that was absolutely ruining him.Â
âSorry-â Your honeyed tone snaps him out of his syrupy reverie, and the little smile on your face is so innocent compared to just a few seconds ago. âMâstill new to this, so I think it was my fault.â
Yeah, ruining him.Â
âNot at all. Sâcute.â Getoâs plastering one of his suave grins all across his mean mouth, and without a second thought, heâs thumbing away that translucent little splatter of precum at the edge of your kiss-bitten lips. Wetting the curvaceous pad of his thumb, âBesides, donât worry yourself, pretty lady. I donât think a uh- what was it- clan leader would stutter as much as I did.â
And oh, he wished he could sneak in a few more glimpses of your laugh, music to his ears. Wondering what itâd feel like to have it vibrate around his still rock-hard cock. But alas, swiftly, the directorâs clapping a hand down on Getoâs broad shoulder.Â
âSuguru- my star! What happened back there?â the older man bares him with a toothy grin that said it wouldnât last there much longer if he made any more mistakes at todayâs shooting.
It was the first time in years that he had to have a word of reprimand. And he wasnât even fucking you today-
âNothing.â
âAre we sure-â
âNothing.â Firmer, this time, with a dangerous tinge that no other actor would dare have. His glassy eyes - still foggy from the slide of your tongue, still aching for more of it - fixate sideways on you getting your make-up retouched right beside him. Clearing his throat, âI wonât fumble next time. Promise.â
But shit, only a few seconds before the next take - the high-definition cameras rolling, the heady lighting fixated on the two of you - and he already feels like heâs about to lose it.
âSaid you were a rookie, right? You sure about that, screen queen?â heâs leering a slightly-smug grin down at you, the curved edges of his lips twitching at that little industry nickname of yours.
Heâd heard it here and there - mainly whenever Gojo was raving about you, but never did he think you would end up being soâŚso addictive.Â
Of course, heâs going to brag to his best friend as soon as this is over.
Youâre gifting him with a bratty huff, âIâve only been making videos for a few months, yâknow? So Iâve never had to have a blowjob scene with someone so-âÂ
And with a gulp, your syrupy eyes flicker downwards at his achingly hard cock - famed for just how massive Geto was. Already so creamy with a glistening coating of precum drizzling down his thumping veins, standing so thoroughly and thickly upright that it made your drenched thighs squeeze. Yearning to steal another taste of that furiously strawberry-blushed fat tip. â-so big.â
Shit, Geto could feel his fattened cock jolt already.Â
Hissing, âS-save it for the camera, honey.â
âOkay! Take 2, Act 1 of 1 from Cult Leader Geto.â A ringing voice cuts through your saturated air, and heâs settling back into his poised seated position on that decadently throne-like chair, you on your knees. âACTION!â
âMessing up such an important mission, hm?â Geto spits, stern voice targeting you at your very dripping core. Sear-like grip making your throat burn, fuming, âYâknow thereâs only one way to make up for it, right, honey?â
Your lips wobble oh-so-adorably when he hits them with a splattering smack! smack! smack! of his painfully hard length. Making you mumble, âWh-what do I hafta-â
And maybe because it was part of the script, maybe because Geto couldnât last hearing another melodic note of your sweetened voice - heâs shoveling all girthy inches of his swollen cock past your velvety lips.Â
Unapologetically.
Filthily.
GodâŚit was so easy to forget all the cameras with your tongue.
Pressing the reddened curve of his weepy cockhead to nestle hot and heavy on your tastebuds, your jaw aches with the sheer weight of his hefty shaft throbbing away comfortably on your tongue.Â
And you swear you can feel big, bulbous tears welling up behind your eyes with how every ounce of blood in Getoâs body comes rushing down into his steaming length. Expanding his rotund head to grow even thicker-
âShit.â he gasps. âShit shit shit shit-â Brows scrunching, drooling maw falling slack. Every muscle in his hulking body bows to hunch forwards in his chair, until your tight throat was choking around the thick curve of his swollen tip. One attractively tattooed hand splayed out firmly on the back of your head, âTake it- y-yeah, take it why dontcha? If ya wanna make it up to your leader.â
God, he didnât know if the cockdrunken way you were nodding was even real - but it made him groan just the same.Â
Sobbing out a swelteringly hot squelch! of syrupy precum that drips teasingly down the already-messy walls of your mouth. âHeh, maybe ya can even be my s-second-in-command with a mouth like this.â
And heâs giggling out in an almost hysterical way, head throwing backwards when his powerful hips rut up in slow grinds. Back and forth back and forth- that have your now-puffy lips stretching around so widely around his fat cock.Â
Struggling. Shit, heâs the biggest youâve ever had.
Geto already knew his agent was going to be on his ass for veering just the slightest degree off the script.
But he didnât care about that right now.
How could he? Not when the drag of your tongue was swirling around his steamingly hot girth in languid swivels, over and over fighting to trace every one of his prominent veins thumping angrily inside your mouth.Â
You whine at the saccharine sweet taste of his precum shooting down your throat in wet sputters, âS-Sugu-â
Fuck.Â
Geto hears himself whimper a pathetic noise as soon as youâre tugging yourself off of his leaky cock, pressing wet peck after peck up the underside of his messy shaft. Itâs glossing in glinting lip-prints that he half-wishes he could tattoo. Slipping and sliding to sloppily plant your mouth along the bawling divot at the very end of his rosy pink head.Â
âMhmââ heâs drawling, movements as slow as gliding through molasses when one of his strong legs comes to circle around your body. Muscles flexing so tight that if he angled just right he could squeeze that pretty throat of yours. He bites his lip, âSuck on my ah- tip- câmon, gorgeous. Heheh, yeah gimme a pretty peck, why dontcha?â
With a smug smirk, heâs guiding through trembly digits to thwack! thwack! thwack! his thick hilt in wet splatters across your lips. Only to figure out that he didnât even have to bother.
Because your sweet mouth was so ravenously reattaching back onto him, starkly raw lips glissading down the bulge of his Prince Albert. Your deft tongue swivels in such a filthy way down the underside of his slit, cheeks hollowing as you suck.Â
âSpit.â
âSâthis-â you hiccup, widened eyes pleading. Spitting out a silvery glob of saliva onto the very edge of his tip, âSâthis good, sir?â
Fuck, for a second there he almost forget that every one of your lines are scripted. And he deliriously wonders what if would be like if you called him that for realÂ
âHmmm, dunno.â His thumb smears across that pool of precum beside your lips - popping it into his mouth tastefully, âJusâ a bit deeper to make sure. You can do it- câmon.â
Swallowing up those solidly girthy inches of Getoâs so deliciously. Your nose presses against those drenched tufts of black at his toned pelvis, jittery fingers coming around to massage sultry little circles around his tight, cum-filled balls.Â
âHeh, think I prefer ya like this-â heâs restless now. Close. Knitting his brows rudely together, abs clenching mouth-wateringly at every wet gyration of his cock hitting the very back of your throat. And he couldnât stop. Didnât want to stop, not even if the director yells cut this time. â-all pliant, nâ shutting up that bratty mouth of yours.â Geto arches his spine so flexibly - a specialty of his - all the way enough to whisper in a hoarse pant of feverish condensation against your ear. âAll mine.â
Geto can barely even finish his line - or his train of thought, before with a wracing shudder, heâs cumming and cumming harder than he has in his entire life.Â
Oozing out the wettest wads of his thick cum, so much of his wispy white seed gushing across in dripping glides into the cavern of your mouth. Back and forth with every jackhammer. The money shot smearing all down your pretty chin.
And fuck, just the way he can feel it sloshing around in a tidal wave inside your mouth makes him groan out your name.
Barely even registering the way itâll have to be cut out in editing later, no- all he can think about is how heavenly you were milking him. Twisting your tongue to drag out his hazy orgasm, to swipe up even more of it from his piercing, you blink up in satisfaction.
Letting it overspill.Â
âHeh, fuck-â Getoâs tongue was dangerously loose now, mouth curling up into a simpering smile down at you when heâs bursting out in even more velvety ribbons of cum. It drips halfway down your jaw, washing a perfectly milky lipstain on you. Muttering, âWish I could fuck you- god, I would-â
Heâs cutting himself off with a dampened gasp, just as the chilling air on-set hits his hard erection.Â
In urgent moves, Getoâs pulling out of your silken soft mouth to drag you upwards with the hand tightened around your throat, crashing his lips into your own with sudden need.
Unsteady. Sodden. French kisses.Â
This wasnât in the script - and you whine at the cool metal against his cushy mouth. A tongue piercing. Shit, he had one to match his dick.
Swirling it across your own lips, Geto hears you moan in that sweet voice of yours just as you taste him - taste yourself on him - and heâs sucking on your tongue just as you did with his cock. Pooling all the dredges of salty seed on his own, before spitting it back out-
âTell yer agent-â he murmurs throatily, two fingers roughly wrangling your mouth shut. To make you swallow. His popping ears ignore the calls from the director for the scene to be cut. Finally completed. And Geto licks up the excess remnants of cum down your lips. â-to let me have ya again sometime, gorgeous.â
CULT MEMBER SLUT GETS TAUGHT A LESSON BY HER LEADER!
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Top comments:
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unicorny: I VOLUNTEER FOR THE NEXT MISSION CULT LEADER GETO
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Now, it wasnât normal for Geto to run home freshly after a shooting andâŚresearch his scene partner. To spend what seemed like hours upon hours pouring over every single video and picture youâd blessed his obscene mind with.
You.
An up-and-coming new actress, but already dubbed the nickname of screen queen. Loved by many for that sultry sweet smile of yours and just how gorgeous you were when you were all fucked stupid.Â
Everybody wanted you.
And Geto - oh, Geto was out of his mind.Â
Shit, heâs thinking through his saturedly needy thoughts, eyes locked on the two sweat-sheened bodies on-screen. It was an earlier one of you and legendary veteran porn actor, Toji Zenin, and the more he eyed the way your bugging pussy so readily swallowed each of his greedily girthy inches - the more he was fucking jealous his agent only booked a simple blowjob scene. Peering at the title-
DILF-NEXT-DOOR GIVES SCREEN QUEEN AN ATTITUDE ADJUSTMENT.
That should be him.
The wet schwf! of clothes upon skin emanate throughout his penthouse bedroom when Geto unthinkingly drags the soft mountains of his palm down his throbbingly hard erection. Eyeing at how Toji was smearing your sopping pussy lips open, giving Geto the perfect view-
Shit, that should be him.
Holding back a low moan, âFuck-â he scrambles to hit the camera icon on his trembling phone, all but ripping his pants down to set free his ravaging cock. âGod- mâso fuckinâ hard-â
He doesnât even know who heâs talking to right about now - the audience, or you.Â
But all he can think about right now are those sparking stars behind his lids as soon as he runs the solid curve of his thumb along the bump of his swollen head. Still not fully hard, Geto squeezes his fat hilt just the way he remembers you did earlier today.
âSâall because of y-you, yâknow?â heâs gritting through clenched teeth, batting those long dark lashes of his right up at the camera. âWhyâd you hafta look at nhgh- m-me that way.â
God, his digits were only half as soft as yours were. And he keens at the rough drag of his fingerprints down the sensitive spots at every ride and curve. Melty mind stumbling through every mindless half-thrust into his fist.
Over and over.
God, he felt like a hormonal teenager all over again.
Heâs panting - gasping. Every rutting fuck up into his hand leaving his heavy balls clenching painfully, teeth clamping.Â
Getoâs never been this needy - this desperate to try and graspingly remember what your moans had sounded like through his phone speaker not too long ago. Itâs all he can do to sink his sharp canines down onto his fist, desperately holding back whimpers upon whimpers that threaten to spill out into the open.
Yet, they do, anyway.
âM-make me so fuckinâ horny, honey-â heâs swiping at the lazy trickle of drool down the edges of his drunkenly upturned grin. Puffing away the long, inky hair curtaining his eyes to splay out across the bed. âSuch a perfect body ya have- such a perfect pussy. Wish I could fuck it.â
Because that delicious arch in your back was practically burned into Getoâs mind, how your slutty cunt was slobbering down gloss after gloss of your sweet, sweet juices down Tojiâs fat cock. Heâd been massive - rivaling Geto, honestly - and he couldnât help but muse whether youâd take him that well, too.Â
Would you cry out and beg for more?Â
Would you bat your lashes and tell him to slow down- only to huff and puff in that naughty way of yours when he does?
You wereâŚyou were so pretty. And all he ever wanted to do was wreck that equally pretty pussy of yours, and ruin your makeup, and you.Â
You you you you-
Getoâs wrist aches down his tall shaft, stuttering up and down, he flicks his thumb wetly underneath his sensitive slit. Neatly grazing his manicured fingernail underneath the glazed bump, âIâd ruin ya, yâknow?â Geto chokes out, and he doesnât even have to fake the purring moan in his tone. The way his voice lilts embarrassingly higher in volume and pitch, gliding all the way up to nudge in wet peppered kisses across his chilling piercing. âWould make ya shut up on mâcock- hngh- until ya can feel my piercing branding into ya. Ruin everyone else f-for ya.â
God, the camera was so shaky right about now - and he half-wonders whether he wants to post this. Nothing like the usual professional set-up youâd usually see on Getoâs promotional tweets.Â
And then shit, just the thought of you actually seeing this video has him almost dropping his phone onto the dampened silken sheets below. His overly saturated mind liked to think that youâd like it, that you might even slip your own soft hand down into your flimsy excuse of panties.
âFuck- fuck.â Geto bounces his head back onto the plush pillows, thighs shuddering even further open, catching every pearlescent bead of precum being smeared down his thickening length. Filthy. So fucking filthy. Making him arch- âLook what you do- look how youâve got me- fuck-â
He was practically humping up like an animal now. Out of control. Each moan breaking into a whine in a way that Geto canât stop even if he wanted to.Â
And the more he thought about you the more-
âOh h-honey-â One of Getoâs thumb trails their way down to press down at the very middle of the twitchy curve of his balls. Hard. Hiccuping back a mewl of your name, heâs nodding like he doesnât even realize. âMâgonna cum hah- mâgonna cum, okay? Youâll hafta take it all t-take it hngh-â
And itâs just a few more merely sloppy grinds before Getoâs spurting out in thick streams of cum. So much of it.
Heâs fucking his fist like he wishes it was you. Itâs making such a mess down his greedy fingers, coating down to his wrist in a gleaming sheen of creamy white. Easier to make him slip up, up, up, and down his swollen, red shaft trying to dredge up something delicious from the very ends of his weepy divot.Â
He lets his phone drop, thick thighs straddling upon each side of the screen to jerk his achy cock off like your pretty face was just underneath him. Furious. Fast. A low ah! ah! ah! rasping through each breath.
God, his fingers weaken around his cock. Moving as if on auto-pilot when he circles his trickling wet fingers around his own rosy pink nipples - all glistening down his tattoos as if theyâd been laminated, they made for the perfect wet dream - then all the way up to suck on them. Cleaning. Tasting himself.
Fuck, wishing it was your hand.
Wishing you were here.
All Geto could think about is if you were here right now, then heâd swipe his blushing tip down your lips, instead - reel you into a dripping wet kiss just like before. He grunted at just how badly he wanted to taste on your candied tongue again-
Still so sensitive from the shoot with you before, Getoâs breathing out in heaves, pants. Tears prickling at the very ends of his bleary eyes, he bites down furiously on his coral pink lips, trying for the fucking life of him to not cum in blanks right now.Â
He does, actually.
Again. And again and again- spazzing cockhead jerking out a few wispy wet ribbons of his seed, before giving way into nothing. And if you listened closely to the crackling audio, you could almost hear Geto whimper.
Yet, he doesnât even notice until his thumb swipes shakily onto that red end button on the video.
Doesnât even register until heâs pulling up his infamously lewd Twitter account, the voice of his agent ringing in his pounding ears from today on something about âpromo for your upcoming videoâ with every few hasty clicks on-screen.
Geto posts.
And he doesnât even glance a second time at the screen before darting back into his browser history, searching ravenously for any more morsel of you he could dig up.
Because Geto Suguru might just be addicted.
@GetoTheCursed: For @ScreenQueen
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âYâlook so pretty like this, sweetheart.â Gojoâs angling your head just enough for the blinking camera to drink in that milky trail of slick trickling down the corners of your puffed-up pussy lips. Musing at how it probably couldnât capture half as how pretty you are with his massive cock bullied snugly into your strugglingly bulging cunt. âIsnât that right, Suguru?â
âHeh-â The other man only shifts his legs to manspread more comfortably on Gojoâs plush mattress, leaning back on two elbows. âDonât I know.â
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444stayze: WE NEED MORE COLLABS LIKE THIS SATORU PLEASE
chocho: sheâs soâŚbeautifulÂ
*chocho donated 690 chestnuts*
If Geto Suguru was the king of videos, then Gojo Satoru was the king of streaming. Wracking thousands upon hundred thousands - perhaps close to millions - that watched him strip down and bare the winking camera with his cocky, girthing inches. And today, he just-so-happened to have a special guest.
Two, actually, after hearing about your latest film with each other.
His long-time best friend, and the rookie actress heâd been just as obsessed with lately. And the tons of viewers right now were loving this combination.
Your greedy hips squirm ravenously, jostling Gojoâs cock to swirl in syrupy, circular swivels inside your gooey walls. Yet, you couldnât do anything with the thick, black blindfold wrapped around your two wrists - a staple of his persona. âG-gojo-â
Smack!
All five of his splayed-out fingers come down harshly in a swat against the curve of your ass, and Geto canât help but gulp heavily at the sinful way it makes your flesh jiggle.Â
Gojoâs tangling a vice-like grip into your scalp - eyes wide, wild, where heâs leering down at you. âNow now, youâre sâpposed to look at hah- me.â he whines. Shit- when had you even turned to look at Geto. âAnd what was it I told ya to call me?â
âT-To-â
Smack!
âLouder.â
âToru!â you squeal, feeling his leaky tip brush up in a wet nudge against your bulbous g-spot. Expanding even girthier to hit at that little bullseye over and over-
âSuch a s-slutty voice ya got on ya.â His sharp hipbones mashing against tender skin, stifling balls stinging your ass, juddering knees bouncing even faster. It was so fucking addictive sheathing himself inside the tight channel of your cunt. So hot and cozy inside that Gojo has to force himself to rip his line of sight onto Geto just behind you, âDoes sh-she always sound so sweet, Suguru?â
And Gojoâs not surprised - not even the tiniest bit surprised - to find that his best friend already has his silken button-up ripped open, ringed fingers stuffed into his too-tight pants.Â
AddictiveâŚyou were so addictive.Â
And heâs almost jealous that heâd introduced you to him on this stream.
Tearing away his clinking belt to knead over his rock-hard erection, drawling the very rounded edges of his fingers down his cupped balls. Squeezing. Hard. Geto looks so utterly like he has to force himself to breathe out something even slightly coherent, âHmmm, hard to say with the way she was on her knees last time- heheh-â
âSuch a dog ya are-â Gojoâs rolling his watery eyes, before pecking a wet glissade of his lips down onto yours. The woosh of donations flood the chat as soon as Getoâs letting out a roughened growl, âDontcha ngh- a-agree, sweetheart? So mean, hm? The chat certainly seems ta think s-so.â
âMhmââ youâre crying out - difficult, with the way he was sunken in so solidly inside of you. At Gojoâs sheer mercy.Â
Mercy that was slowly dwindling away with each and every slobbering fuck up into your dripping cunt, and you canât help but let your jaw drop into a needy oh when his ragged thrusts get faster. More desperate.Â
Peppering damp pecks along Gojoâs innocently pink lips, âS-so mean, Sugu.â
âYa hear that?â Gojo swipes his thumbs across your sloppy folds to bear you even further into the camera, and with Getoâs lolling gaze he could just peek the way your sodden hole was gaping widely. How his peaking veins massage your entrance through and forth- âOur girl says youâre a meanie, Sugu~â
candybah: GETO LOOKS MADDDÂ
k-en.j: she looks so cockdrunk already honestly idk who i want to be here
pumk1nhe1d: Love how Satoru winds him up. Wonder if her poor cunt can take both??
And Geto knew that your voice was absolutely dripping with teasing want, he knew that it meant nothing more than a simple line to get him worked up. But the way Gojoâs jittery arms were engulfing you to stick to him so closely, his knowing smirk flashing Getoâs way had him huffing out a pointed few profanities.Â
âFuck that.â heâs spitting getting up onto two unsteady feet to shuffle even closer to where your bodies were rocking the decadent bed violently. Tying back his dark tresses urgently - and oh shit, thatâs when you know heâs serious. And one of Getoâs fingers smack! away Gojoâs, searing his own possessive grip onto the blindfold to haul you against his washboard abs. âOpen.â
Fuck, itâs just about all that you can do.
Slopping out your tongue to present your glistening tastebuds - right on par for Geto to be splattering a thick wad of saliva.Â
Letting the translucent slick sift across your mouth, and with years in the game, Geto Suguru already had perfect aim. He couldâve already made an easy, clean work of spitting in your mouth.
But, no, heâs speckling wet little messes around your lips on purpose. Swiping it away with the very back of his slender fingers, âNow, would you care to repeat- that?â
Every truncated drag of his moans is punctuated by a ragged rut of Getoâs hips against the globes of your ass. The remainder of his free hands being sure to press your arched body even further backwards into him.Â
You feel him throb against your heated skin, his fat girth jostling to make you hump down on everything from the very globular edges of his tip all the way down to where his fat balls were kissing up into you stickily. Gushing out steaming hot wave after wave of precum that formed delicate strings to snap!
Smack!
âCâmon now, sweetheart~â Gojoâs slow tut makes you squeal. âSânot nice to leave someone hah- hanging.â
Batting your teary lashes up at Geto, youâre struggling through your relentless restraints to try and crane up into a kiss. And Geto - ever the bully - makes you work for it, barely moving. âMâm-sorry-â
âThatâs not what I asked-â his hot breath puffs up dangerously to fan your ear. Cool rings on his digits burning a blazing pathway up to your neglectedly hardened nipples, making you keen out such whiny sounds when he pinches. âTell me what you said.â
âS-said-â youâre sobbing out. The double stimulation of Gojoâs ravaged cockheadbumping up into your spongy cervix, and the way that Getoâs thumbs were swirling over in pressurized circles over your tits too much. â-said you were m-mean hngh- didnât mean i-it ah fuck-â
âAre you sure?â
âYou really are s-such a hngh- bully, Suguru.â
âTch, shut up-â And Geto would never admit the way that he was humping you like such a dog. Panting - heaving, practically - with every sodden grind, his teeth tug harshly on your precious ear lobe. â-at least Iâm gonna be the one t-to make her cum.â
Gojoâs rolling his eyes, pecking a sudden crash into the very same spot of your g-spot. âNo I will.â
âAs if, ya had to borrow my camera t-today jusâ to capture how gorgeous she is.â
Both Gojo and Getoâs lips mesh into yours now, tongues bumping into each other, swirling across yours so lewdly. Sucking and nibbling along any inch of yourself that you would give them. Anything that they could take.Â
Heâs bucking his hips sloppily, drawing wet gashes between your pre-soaked lips, and nudging against where Gojo was buried so deep. Too much.
Murmuring into your lips, Geto giggles - giggles every-so-drunkenly in a way that made the stream chat flood. âHeh, if ya really mean it then cum fâme, honey.â
Fuck- then, you do.
Itâs hitting both you and Gojo like a sudden semi-truck.Â
Yelping out a saturated mixture of what sounded like both their names before your gushy walls squeeze tightly. So fucking cozy that Gojo has to stuff one of his long fingers into your quivering hole just to scissor your entrance open, to fuck you through your high.
His fat girth edging you through peak after peak of bliss, your toes curl, mouth still latched firmly with Getoâs. Spazzing cock bawling out a few silvery strings of white down your back - just barely. âMy good girl- good- hah- fuckinâ girl.â
âAwww. Look, Suguru-â The other man titters, bringing up his free hand to swipe across your now freshly wet cheeks. âYa really are a meanie, huh? You made her cry.â
Geto only rolls his dark eyes, that particular remark making him take it out on you - because oh, he might not be fucking you tonight, but it was so utterly fun to rip out those whiny syllables from your pretty mouth. Heâs tugging on your nipple with one hand, the other dipping slowly to swat! at your plump clit. âWell, I also made her cum.â
âHah? No way, that was me-â
âIâll beat you up right here, right now, Satoru.â
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God, times like this, you almost hated your profession.
Because yes, despite everything, the pay you received was staggering - but absolutely no amount of money was enough to compensate for the complete and utter asshole that was Naoya Zenin.Â
And especially not filming with him.
A nepo baby that had climbed his way through the ranks with the help of his family name; most of his audience came to watch him fail utterly pathetically at trying to boss his co-stars around and ultimately end up whining with just the slightest little squeeze of your cunt.Â
To watch him be broken and sobbing for mercy - exactly the way you preferred him.Â
Anything but this-
â-câmon- just one night, baby-â Naoyaâs purring voice sleazes across your ears, and you ignore him to clutch your thin robe even tighter around your body. Thankful that the filming and clean-up was finally over. âPromise Iâll have you seeing stars.â
When he didnât even have you seeing your climax? You want to ask, but unfortunately hold back - for your agentâs reputation, if anything else.Â
Plastering on an almost-painful faux smile, âI think we spent more than enough time together on-set.â
With that, you shift off the bed to weave determinedly through the bustling camera staff and the director calling out for the editing crew - you didnât even know where you were going, at this point.Â
But Naoya Zenin was persistent, if not anything else.Â
Catching up hurriedly, his fingers tap down the side of your shoulder, gliding over the peaking strap of that pretty pink bra youâd worn just for the shoot today - something special your very own viewers had picked out.Â
You stand stock-still in the middle of the room when he murmurs into your ear, âPlayinâ hard to get isnât cute, yâknow. Just give in-â
SWAT!
âExcuse me-â Youâre grinning through the slight sting at the back of your hand - because oh, it was impossible not to smile at the utter look of shock on Naoyaâs sharp features the very instant his hand had been smacked away mercilessly. Fuming. Undeterred, your eyes shift down warningly between his legs, â-before I make sure you can never work in this industry again.â
âW-wait-â
But who would bother to wait before making their escape? Not even looking - not even caring - about where you make your sudden strides to.Â
SLAM!
The door closes. Hard.Â
And you breathe out a shuddering sigh of relief when the cacophony of noise from outside bleeds away into nothingness, like a stifling little cocoon inside.
Fuck- where had your feet even taken you?
It takes a few blinking seconds at the rows upon rows of skimpy lingerie and outfits for you to realize that youâd shut yourself in the costume room just outside of your current set. And a few more seconds to realize that you werenât alone-
âOh!â you gasp. And you donât even know whether to look - where to not look at the absolute wet dream in front of you.Â
Geto Suguru was standing unabashedly in the middle of the room, long hair splayed out across his back - and you could count every swirling tattoo of his. Because he was painfully shirtless. Showing off the sculpted ridges and curves of his muscles that flexed a just a little tighter whenever your greedy gaze was dancing down his bulging biceps, his inked hips, his-
âCat got yer pretty tongue, honey?â
âWh-wha-â you sputter. Fingers scrambling upwards to cover your eyes - before realizing how futile that is with how youâve seen everything already. âCat got your ability to change in the changing stalls instead of where everyone can see, Geto?â
He cocks his smug head, grinning down at you. âWell, it doesnât look like youâre complaining, though?â
âYouâre too much.â
Throwing that thin cotton t-shirt grasped within his digits somewhere off to the side - perhaps to toy with your sanity even more. He crosses his thick forearms, showing off every bumpy vein of his. âBesides- I was here first- helping out olâ Nanami with a costume. The more important question should be why the Screen Queen of all people is barging in here?â Lips quirking attractively upwards, âWanted to see me shirtless again so badly, hm?â
You did.
âYou wish.âÂ
Youâre rolling your eyes, and you never knew how close someone could get to you just within that split-second. Because youâre already feeling the feverish rush of his ragged breath against your features, skin burning mere inches from yours.Â
Close.Â
With a gulp, youâre careening back against the velvety walls. âMore like wanted to run away from Naoya Zenin and his dates so badly.â
So close.Â
âAh.â Getoâs nodding with understanding. Running a hand through his hair, he easily slips that tiny black tie into his mouth. Moving to bunch up his strands into a ponytail, âNeed me to beat him-â
You cut him off, âNo no no-â Frantically waving your hands about - partially because you really didnât want him to leave right now. âI took care of it, anyway.â
âThatâs my girl.âÂ
And something about the honeyed way he hummed those words made your stomach lurch, it had you panting out a needy breath into the almost non-existent space between you two. One of his palms splay out on the wall beside your head, caging you in. Getoâs greedy gaze daring for a mere split-second to the CCTV camera by the far corner of the room - eh, Ichiji is probably on break, anyway. âThen I guess, my next question isâŚâ
God, heâs so mean.
So teasing.
Reaching up to trail down the very end of his pointer finger in-between the seam of your robes - doing practically nothing to hide the way that Geto licks his lips at every sliver of your skin revealed.Â
Down between the valley of your breasts, down to your navel.Â
Down, down, down.
â-did he take care of you?â
Youâre stammering your head into a half-delirious shake, âH-he didnât make me-â
Geto makes an almost primal snarl at the very back of his throat, darkened eyes widening. He sounds so out-of-breath already. âMake you what?â
â-didnât make me cum!â
And oh, those words changed everything.
âThen I guess I better make up for my colleagueâs incompetence, right?â
Because not only did they have Geto Suguruâs sanity snapping, it had your poor, drenched panties as well - stumbling around your ankles in a useless pile of fabric with only one thorough pull of his deftly curled digits.
âSo flimsy.â heâs raising one dark brow, sharp canines glinting against the dim lighting in amusement. âYet it still wasnât broken- Goes ta show what a hah- great time ya had with Naoya, huh?â
âPlease- D-donât tease-â
What did you even mean to say- donât tease you? he wonders. As if he ever could. Half-drunkenly, half-deliriously because Geto couldnât get fucking enough of anything but the way that your pretty pussy was winking up at him with a glistening sheen. So puckered and ready for him that he wanted to give her a little kiss.Â
A French kiss.
âShhh- better keep âer quiet fâme, gorgeous-â heâs chuckling, hurried now that his knees clatter to the floor with a loud bang! Maybe it hurt, maybe it didnât- Geto didnât fucking care. âBecause mânot going easy on you.â
And with a raw drag of his heaving inhales, heâs drinking in your mouthwatering essence. Greedy.
Glissading up the very slit between your puffy pussy lips, heâs curling his thumb meanly into your sloppy hole. Circling around in practiced, purposeful little swipes.Â
âG-Getoââ heâs quietly admiring the way it rolls off of your tongue, and fuck heâs never been one to be cocky over his own name but right now it was so fucking impossible not to be. Batting long, dark lashes from between your trembly thighs, âSo mean, yâknow that?â
Oh, you little minx. Getoâs brain flashes back to the stream with his best friend-
And he canât help the sultry rasp of your name at the very back of his throat, the way his ringed fingers come branding down in such a dangerous swat! right against the plump edge of your clit- barely grazing your sensitively beading peak.
A warning.Â
âWhat was that?â he spits. Followed by a literal wad of his syrupy saliva right onto the slope of your hole watching the splatters speckle across your drooling cunt. It felt so possessive. âIf Iâm so mean, then you should find it- heh, sooo fucking easy to stay quiet, hm?â Wild eyes locked with yours - youâve never seen this look anywhere in Getoâs films. Anywhere. âWouldnât wanna be caught with the big- bad- meanie-â
Shit, it was something to tease him - something to get on your longtime idolâs nerves. But youâd never have expected the effect that it would have.
Because Geto was ravenous when his lips are placing a messy kiss onto your own - your other ones. Meshing a sultry glide of his tongue between your swollen folds, his tongue piercing so cold against your tight ring of muscle.
He wasnât easing you in.
He wasnât showing you any mercy or regret when Geto stuffs his face as deeply into the heaven between your legs as he could go. And it almost hurts him when his nose smushes harshly into your sensitive nub, when his jaw aches with just how much farther he couldnât sink into your pretty pussy.Â
Groaning, one of Getoâs splayed-out palms wrangles your ever-weakening legs onto his broad shoulders, the other toying taunting circles sailing all over your clit. Because he wanted more more more-
âNgh- fuck!â Your unsteady fingers dangle their way through his silken strands - as soft to the touch as they looked. And you tug when you feel the silvery cold metal dart against your melty walls - not that it moved him even an inch. âFuck that feels so good-â
âI know-â heâs smirking up at you. âNâ it sounds like e-everyone out there sâgonna know, too- heh. I donât mind.â
God, thatâs when it hits you to lower the volume of your honeyed moans. Biting down on the knuckles of your free hand, you level him with a glare.Â
âL-look whoâs talking-â
Geto only chuckles through the sopping wet squelches heâs reeling out from your cunt. Fingers now dripping downwards with a final pinch to your clit and onto your hole. âSânot my fault your p-pretty pussyâs so talkative, honey.â
âG-Geto-â
âShhh, lemme hear her talk. Please?â
You gasp when you feel him plowing a trail of his thick digits into your already snugly-filled channel. Such a tight fit with both Getoâs rummaging fingers and his toasty tongue slurping up every bead of your juices.Â
Theyâre swirling around you with reckless abandon, no longer the expert methods and tricks you were used to. No, Geto was pumping his fingers into you solely because he was addicted to the feeling.Â
To the loud slurps and squelches resounding from down below with his miniscule movements.
âHeheh, yeahhh- so fucking mouthy she is. Might as well have s-someone overhear her.â He grunts, feeling your gummy walls clamp down on him so vice-like. And it takes him every shred of willpower to finally part his sinful way with your cunt, to drag his lips in a final kiss down your wet folds. âHold on- got an idea.â
Fuck.Â
An idea from Geto Suguru would never bode well for your sanity.
And you were completely right in assuming so, because in a split-second, heâs reaching down to his pants pocket - pulling out a glinting silver lip ring. One that finds itself placed so prettily near the very edge of Getoâs rawly rubbed pink lips.Â
One that finds itself wrapped oh-so-deliciously around your clit. Sucking.Â
More.Â
âHeh, youâre the first one to hah- see me with this new lip ring- congrats-â
âL-lucky me-â you manage to choke out. Hips rutting up and down up and down from the wall, dragging your slobbering cunt all down to make-out with his gorgeous features - and Geto doesnât look like heâs anywhere but heaven. âIt feels- so so- mmpf-â
Without warning, his thorough digits find themselves rudely shoved between your jaw-dropped mouth. Metal rings cold. Thick. Pressing down at the back of your tongue-
âHeheh- what did I say-â heâs dragging his mouth backwards to tug on your weepy clit. Other set of fingers picking apart your sweetest spots inside, ruthless cadence picking up. âQuiet, honey- be quiet fâme like my good girl why- ah- why dontcha?â
Truthfully, Geto himself is finding it so fucking difficult to concentrate.Â
Heâs so sloppy. So loud.Â
He feels like he could combust with every shuddering gush of your sweet, sweet juices down the lover half of his face. So much of it that itâs dripping down into a lewd puddle onto the floor.
And heâs forced to swivel his free hand punishingly into your mouth to stop himself from traveling it down to his pants and creaming all over it like some loser. God- no- he had to make you cum. And fast. Before he loses it.Â
âCâmon, my pretty lady-â Geto bursts out in feverish hot pants breathed into your cunt, mouth rearing everywhere. And the stark contrast between his cool lip ring and his mouth made you shiver down your spine in white-hot pleasure. Hot and cold hot and cold- âCan ya hear that?â
Ah, damn. Just your luck - both your ears perk up at the distance resounding of footsteps. Close.
You tug on his long strands. Through muffled syllables, âG-getoââ
Closer.
âSâalright sâalright-â heâs snickering, sounding for all the world as relaxed as ever like he wasnât two seconds away from being caught with a fellow actress in one of the most scandalous positions for even a porn company. â-jusâ cum fâme. Cum fâme, honey.â
Your cunt was so sensitive. Youâre whimpering through his fingers once Geto presses in deeply onto that magical spot. Stars bursting behind your eyes- âMâgonna cum, Geto- so close. Mâgonna- mâgonna-â
You didnât have to finish your sentence.
Because with only a few bustling thrusts of his digits into that very same bullseye, youâre cumming all over Getoâs pretty face. Splattering his chiseled chin in a sheeny gloss of you, so filthy.
And he lets you - oh, he lets you. Why wouldnât he?
Not when this is all that heâs been dreaming of ever since he had you that one time on set, not when you tasted so sweet spurting your juices down his tongue. Kittenish kisses lapping up every wet gash of slick, his fingers strain with how furiously heâs fucking you through your high.
âOh- oh, honeyâ â The only mantra that Geto can babble out pussydrunkenly, quirking up his hips to grind his rock-hard erection against your thigh. God, he felt like he could cum in his pants right now. âThaâs right- use me- use me.â
Forcing his jittery fingers down to your hips in a rough restraint, heâs dragging your drooling cunt up and down up and down up and-
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
âHey- ya in here?â
Click! In an instant, Getoâs long arm span is reached over to lock the door.Â
And god, Naoyaâs voice was grating enough that he almost lost his rock-hard erection - if it hadnât been for that sweetly startled mewl ripping from your throat, that is.Â
You scoff, fully ready to give him a piece of your - albeit syrupy, orgasmically hazed - mind to the man outside. But with a sneaky finger signaling you to be quiet, he stands back up to his hulking stature. Growling out a biting, âOnly one in hereâs me, fuck off.â
Only then comes the sputtering, âWh-why Iâd never-â
âUnless ya want your lilâ idol Toji to hear about how youâve been nothing but a prick to his favorite actress.â
Itâs barely even a second later when you hear those footsteps walking urgently away, and not even two when Getoâs hot breath puffs up against your ear. Words slurring and stumbling over one another, gliding his tongue across his lower lip to snatch up every ounce of you. âDonât you worry-â Before sucking on the very same fingers that were buried inside you, âMâgonna ruin him.â
And thatâs all it takes for him to remember something else youâd said about that very man just earlier. Something about a dateâŚas if.
âKiss me- kiss me kiss me please-â Getoâs mouth hovers over yours. Gingerly placing peck after peck- âFuck- s-suck-â Not even having to finish his sentence with how your heated lips wrapped around his icy lip ring, dripping with your slick. âNâ I was th-thinking- would ya- only if youâd like- wanna make a movie-â
âYes.â
Hah, Geto grins. Take that, Satoru.
LOCATION: CCTV room, Jujutsu X company building.
Employee count - 1Â
âFuck- fuck-â Ichijiâs struggling to push up his condensation-fogged glasses with one of his slippery hands. Fingers trembling on the keyboard when heâs rewinding the camera footage in the costume room by just a few more seconds. âOh god- mâgonna get f-fired-â
Again.
And again.
And again and-
âShit-â heâs shuddering out, head woozy at the sheer overstimulation. Belt clattering against the plastic of his chair for about the nth time this hour. â-she really is a screen queen.â
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Geto Suguru planned everything meticulously - till every detail was checked off on his seasoned mental list of making the perfect homemadeâŚmovie.Â
Not exactly something that heâd tried out personally before but- but who better to do it than with you? And he swears with every bit of insincere honesty inside of him that this was totally not because heâd been yearning to feel you cumming all over his cock for months now.Â
YeahâŚtotally not.
So he planned.
And he had everything - the heady candle-lit bedroom, the fresh silken sheets, the soft music playing from a speaker somewhere across the room. The only undecided thing being the name of your little tryst. Prowling over to you sat on the bed - all it takes is a simple shove to spread you out the way heâs been dreaming of. Humming, âYou ready?â
Well, everything except-
âG-Geto, how are we gonna make a movie with no camera-â
Shit, that was the last thing on Getoâs mind right now - just about the furthest thing, despite being the very epicenter of his entire career.
Everything he needed.
But no fucking camera.
Oh.Â
âShit.â heâs chuckling - somewhat gingerly, somewhat pussydrunkenly with just a glimpse of you splayed out like this on his plush bed. In another one of you gauzy lingerie sets, leaving barely anything for his overdriven imagination to obsess over. Heâs scratching behind his neck, âWe can st-â
âNo-â And Geto looks just as shocked as you feel right now, skin heating up with embarrassment at your hasty answer.Â
But oh, that only makes him take it in stride - makes him slide his hand underneath his velvety boxers to knead greedily at his thumping hot erection. Grinning, âThe Screen Queen doesnât want to be on screen? How shocking.â
But it wasnât.
God, because he could already see that darkening splotch at your silk drenched panties. The way your lower lip wobbled with so much want - heâd already watched enough of your videos to recognize it by now.Â
Heâs nosing down your neck, drinking in each of your little shivers. âHow do you want me?â
And all you can say is- âI just want you-â
Swat!
The rounded tips of Gojoâs fingers find themselves placing a pretty peck right on your pulsating clit, sending obscene shockwaves bowing your spine. Right into his arms, âYou a-always say the sweetest things, honey.â
You hiss at the cool clash of his proud Prince Albert - and the way that one of Getoâs dangling silver necklaces knock into your chin softly.Â
And heâs groaning, just throwing his head back at the flurry of stars bursting behind his eyes. Hands gripping onto the edges of his sheets, Geto slides his hips in a slow back and forth against your own. Sandwiching the circular girth of his cock between your sodden folds, they make such a pretty scene.Â
âTell me, pretty babyââ His fingers smear at the wet drizzles seeping from either side of your slit. â-do ya get this wet for the c-camera too or sâit jusâ for me?â But youâre only spewing out a few nods and syrupy yeses, gushing all around him that he canât help but wonder what it would like bursting with him inside-Â
He doesnât have to bother waiting long.
Now, usually Geto liked to take his time - would prefer to see you crying and breaking while you beg for his cock more than anything else.
But shit, right now he thinks that a second longer he isnât buried inside your cunt might make him die-
âCâmon câmon câmon-â heâs hissing at the elastic stretch of that first ring of muscle. Easing his way in to bulge your sloppy entrance all full with just the very ends of his bulbous tip. âTake it- please, please take it-â
Geto canât keep the slight tremble out of his tone even if he wanted to - not with the way your gooey cunt was molding around his shape to suck up every inch of him. And god, was there so much of him. Itâs like it was never-ending.Â
âShit-â your nails reel red, red marks down the milky plane of his deltoids. âI-I can feel you in my hngh- lungs, Geto-â
He chuckles - all the way into your lungs and heâs not even halfway in, yet? Hell, fuck halfway in, heâd just managed to smear past your swollen pussy lips to rut his fat head inside. Hissing at the clench of your walls around his sensitive slit.Â
âSuguru-â he gasps, eyes still wrenched down on the way your cunt was greedily gobbling him up. âP-please if you can call that hah- fuckass âSatoruâ, then call me Suguru, please-â
Itâs all that has to come out of your mouth - a sweet, syrupy âSugu-â
Oh.
Oh, shit.
You feel yourself gulping down every one of his solid inches, a sheer circumference that you never even thought possible- the friction between your gummy walls and his furiously jackhammering cock having you squeal-
Smack!Â
Finally fully inside you, your pussy lips kiss his thickened hilt like long lost lovers, and his heavy balls shift against your ass.
âDonât- donât run-â Getoâs sputtering out a slightly broken plea, pure desperation wafting off of him like a heady perfume. It was contagious. And his rough fingers grip tightly around your waist, jousting up the dampening blankets all around your body when he pulls and pulls and pulls- âFuck, whereâd you think youâre going, huh, honey?â
His tone was just dripping with something dark, something you can only sputter and drool to match when every nook and spongy cranny inside is being filled up with Getoâs fat cock.Â
And it twitches inside you happily - if heaven was real then it felt like this, Geto muses already thoroughly pussydrunk.Â
âMâm-not running away-â youâre pouting a slick-glossed pout up at him. One that he canât help but crane his neck down in an instant to kiss away. âYouâre just s-so big- bigger than on camera-â
Fuck.
You wouldâve shut your babbling mouth sooner if youâd known what would happen.
Because the rotund edges of Getoâs cockhead only swells up wider, squirting out even thicker wads of his steamingly hot precum with every mindless, saturated grind. Ones just to fit in- more and more, even after heâs finding himself kissing a wet glide down the ends of your cervix. Making sure to brand that edge of his piercing onto every gooey wall.Â
âGod- yâreally know how to drive me c-crazy-â Getoâs dark hair curtains either side of your head, and you almost donât notice the way he swipes up two hands underneath your thighs to press you into a mean mating press. Letting you latch on limply while he leaves to swat at one of your hands cupping your pussy, âNâ move that hand- fuck- mâgonna fuck that outta ya.â
And he does.Â
The mattress creaks in loud protests when heâs pummeling you with stupidly rude clashes of his weepy tip onto the edges of your g-spot - already expertly mapped out by him now - heâs feeling the sloshy mixture recoil with each thrust. So much of it. âSuch a pretty pussy- such p-pretty moans, makes me wanna keep it tâmyself-â
God, heâs wanted you for what seems like forever - and he was going to take it.
Panting hotly against your mouth, heavals. Drunk on your messy kisses and the way your pussy lips were bulging with the struggle to take him - but still milking him so needily. âTie up my h-hair, honey, wanna see that pretty face of yours proper.â
All you can do is blink back the wall of tears thatâd made its home in your eyes, trembly fingers taking ahold of Getoâs thin, black hair tie.Â
But you didnât expect it to be so difficult.Â
Because any moment you were even slightly close to bunching up enough of his locks, heâs planting a thorough trail of kisses down your cervix. Before ending with the very showstopper - at your g-spot.
And one look up into Getoâs half-lidded eyes told you one thingâŚhe was doing this on purpose.Â
Your legs knock-knee in an almost engulfing way around his heavily swallowing throat, muttering out in a tone that you probably thought was threatening - but that Geto found so cute. âIâm onto you, sir-â
Fuck.
Fuck, maybe you were threatening.
He didnât expect that evil little nickname to slip past your lips - and you didnât expect Geto to swipe up a devious thumb up your clit in retaliation. Pretty, puckering lips trailing up the valley of your breasts, âI have no idea what you oh- mean, Screen Queen.â
And despite how you were huffing and puffing, your pussy was so clingy all around him. Hips bumping up in slight bucks fully off of the bed in a pathetic attempt to match Getoâs sloppy cadence.Â
Completely starstruck at the sheer pressurized thrusts you were being ruthlessly dealt with - and you half-lucidly swear you could count stars over your head.
âDo it-â His lips kiss down your winking eyes, ringed fingers cold against your own now. â-do it, honey- you can do it. Might be the Screen Queen but youâre my slut, arentcha?â
God, itâs like his words were hypnotic - maybe they were.
And you dredge up every single bit of will in your trembly body to push past the way that he was absolutely ravaging you inside.Â
Pound after pound of his swollen cock, the chilling cold metal of his dick piercing helping you discover forbidden sweet spots inside you that you didnât even realize existed.Â
So merciless that heâs slipping out a few inches by accident- only to let out a shuddering gasp, eyes shooting almost-comically wide open before sheathing his way in again. Even deeper - youâre being crushed with the weight of one of his knees pressing down on your body.
Over and over-
âWanna- hah- wanna cum so badly-â your words prattle out delicately. Fingers searing across his scalp, and the way that you tug makes him hiss. It makes him rut, it makes him slam his hips down bruisingly. âPlease-â
He leaves a slurping wet kiss on your neck - and another with his fingers onto the hood of your clit. Rolling over with the angled curve of his thumb. Obviously, having you drop a few tresses of his hair- âHeh, maybe t-tie my hair properly nâ Iâll let ya cum- you know sâa staple of my hngh- videos.â
So infuriating, it makes you clench.
That sleazy grin plastered across Getoâs face was unfairly sexy, and so was the way his body was wracking with sudden shivers. Boasting down every curve and muscle, forcing him to fall onto his elbows-
âHngh- nâ you call me the rookie-â Your smug grin curves upwards at the way that Geto was so tangibly pussydrunk, the way his hips squelch sloppier into your own. The dripping wet noises so obscene that you could feel your cunt drenching even further with each emanating one.
âGod, youâre in for it-â heâs spitting out a few slews of swears against your dangling open mouth. Pinching meanly at your clit. âYouâre in- hah- youâre sooo in for it-â
But then Geto sees white - and so do you.
Whether from the crashing pleasure of your orgasm, or the way that he was suddenly pumping out thick ribbons of cum into your snugly filled cunt, you have no idea. And you donât even have the rational brain capacity to even wonder right now.Â
Because Geto was fucking you through your high like he hated you, rutting up like an animal. And you were sure that if his canines were just a tinge sharper, theyâd be drawing blood with how hard he was sinking them into the crook of your neck.Â
Only deeper, more feral, with every pump of his spazzing cock - gushing out in boatloads of syrupy cum. It thwacks! against the utterly bruised and battered wet surface of your cervix, before dripping down, down, down to your g-spot.
And thereâs so much.Â
Such velvety volumes that ooze down in creamy dredges from the very purse of your pussy lips to form a milky ring around his ruddied base. It inflates your constricting walls from the inside - and yet, still not enough.
He presses one hand down to feel for that bump where youâd been filled to the brim. Sure to add more - to paint your dripping insides white until he was shooting blanks the same way heâd done to simply the thought of you. The idea makes him moan-
No, it makes him whimper.
âStill havenât hngh f-finished tying my hair, honey.â Getoâs mouth leaves possessive marks down your neck. And his sensitive hips dart with a simple, sullying gyration, smiling, âEither you hngh finally do it properly like a good girl th-this time nâ we make a movie or- we go see one. This weekend. You and me. Your choice, Screen Queen.â
A/N. This got LONG but OHH PIERCED GETO MY BELOVED.
Plagiarism not authorized.
Eyes Closed - G.S.
Synopsis. Gojo Satoru - the infamous, dangerous leader of the Time Vessel Association, and currently the most wanted man in Japan. You - the sorcerer sent to take him downâŚand also his future wife.
Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!sorcerer!reader, cuIt leader!Gojo, heâs slightly insane, arranged marriages, *ss*ssination attempts, slight enemies-to-Iovers, cursed energy, aphrodĂsiacs, FĂRAL Gojo, oraI (fem rec.), fĂngering, spĂtting, manhandIing, Ănappropriate use of cursed energy, GOJOâS POWERS, matĂng presses, heâs BIG, cervĂx kĂssing, p talking, rough s, dĂşmbifĂcation, creampĂes, cĂşmpIay, implied marathon, getting together, pet names, swĂŠaring.
Word count. 9.6k
A/N. Wrote this with a fever fever fever fever (an actual one WHOOPS-)
âSoâŚa proposal from the Kamo clan, you say?â The stony-faced advisor squints down at the official document youâd slid over to him. Fluttering and appraising.
âYes, we ah- distant relatives.â You lie, hoping that your voice doesnât tremble. âToo long have the sorcerers and esteemed Time Vessel Association been at odds. Iâve come here as a truce - weâre on the same team, are we not?â
And though you answer the old manâs probing, your eyes lock immediately with his.
Gojo Satoru.
Once the strongest (still, the strongest, but jujutsu society feared to admit that now): he lounged on his throne-like seat on the floor. Tall. Strong. Beautiful. The most powerful weapon to break off from that rigid society. Heâs staring down at you through the wisps of his white bangs, infamous blue eyes cutting.Â
His plump, pink mouth twitched into a slight smile as he caught your staring. And he doesnât break eye contact until you look away yourself.
Your future husband.
And your target.
Youâre snapped out of your mental stint of the plan by the man to Gojoâs right piping up once more. SnobbishââWell, you should know that means absolutely nothing to our honored leader.â He gruffs out, looking at said leader with stars in his eyes. âWeâve gotten proposals from all around the nation- all around the world! Even from the Zenin clan, and it means nothing to have some Kamo brat try to-â
âSilence.â
The advisor shuts up immediately.
And for the first time since youâd gotten here (after hours of waiting in a winding line, all with dolled-up, jittery men and women hoping to make it out of here alive), Gojo Satoru straightens.
He sits back on his plush seat, cupping his face in one hand. âSo youâre from the Kamo clan, hm?â His deep baritone was almost a purr.
You shiver.
âYes-â
âAnd you do not wish to kill me?â
You snap your head up to him, âN-no! No, I would never even dream of it.â Thatâs because you had nightmares about it instead after the sorcerer for this mission was announced to be you. Once word of the cult leaderâs desire to find a wife had spread, the elders had jumped on the opportunity immediately. To get rid of Gojo Satoru once and for all. And you couldnât do anything but listen. And listen, and listen. âIâm here with an honest heart, I promise.â
And with that, you lean in even closer. Letting the expensive layers of your kimono (one of the best in the nation, especially tailored for this mission) sift aside to give him a modest glimpse of your cleavage. Theyâd taught you to create tension, too.
âHm.â His face was impassive, but those snowy brows of his raised ever-so-slightly. Gojo wets his lips, âYouâre playing a dangerous game, you know, sweetheart~â
âI-I donât know how the wish to find a suitable husband is dangerous, sir.â You place a stutter and a flutter of your lashes for good measure.
âIâm sure you donât.â Gojo tilts his head down, peering at you ever-closer. Almost as if he was looking right through you - and with the rumors swirling around his cursed eyes, you wouldnât be surprised.
Part whispers. Part legend. Part claims only told by a friend of a friend of those whoâd been slaughtered by him, with a single click of his fingers. Only a flash of his silver katana, and a glimpse of blue. There never was anyone to tell the tale.
Jujutsu had reason to believe that he was a monster- a monster planning a takeover of the land very, very soon.
But youâd been trained for this.
You lifted your chin up coyly, kimono fluttering- coincidentally, it matched the deep blue of his monksâ robes. âCare to show me how?â
Gojo huffed out in laughter through his nose.
And then he reached somewhere inside his Gojo-kesa- you stiffened, your own hand lurching towards where your dagger was hidden in your obi sash. But Gojo wasnât attempting to harm you. No, not even close.
With a casual flick of his wrist, heâs slicing a tanto knife straight through the advisorâs jugular.Â
A gasp. Blood. Body falling to the floor with a dull, agonizing thud.
And then youâre on top of him with your blade- suddenly- like two magnets meshing together. You have the very tip of your glinting dagger pressed underneath his Adamâs apple, your legs on either side of his toned hips, his hands on your waist. Stabilizing you.
Like he wanted this - like he was waiting for this - he peers up at you through his ivory lashes with a chuckle. Just one slash. Just one movement of your wrist. He leans ever-closer to help your dagger kiss his skin even deeper. Lovingly, almost.
âAw, and I was just starting to think Iâd found a cute lilâ wife all for myself.â Gojo croons out, his voice huskier than before. Goosebumps skitter down your skin at his breathy proximity, scorching hot. He leans in to whisper into your ear, âTurns out sheâs a killer catchââ
âYour terrorizing of jujutsu society wonât go on any longer, Gojo Satoru.â You spit, embedding the side of your blade even deeper. Until a thin string of red starts to formulate at his pale throat-
âOh, youâre so right, sweetheart.â And in a split-second - so fast that you wonder whether you might have teleported - heâs slipping the dagger out of your frozen hand. Manhandling your back to his front. Your head back against his collarbones.
It hits that plane with a slight thud, and Gojo takes the chance to waft his scalding pants down the side of your neck. Each and every word emphasizes with a soft blow that makes you squirm, âBecause, from now on, itâll be us terrorizing jujutsu society, wonât it?â
You gasp, âUs?â
âUsâŚâ Heâs humming against your heated flesh. And you feel it - you know it - he was grinning against your skin, such a devillish, no-good grin. âBecause you just found yourself the number one candidate for my wife, maâam.â
Youâre heaving as he lets you go, and you want to distance yourself away with a clatter - you want to.Â
But you donât move a single inch.
Left speechless on his own cotton-padded seat as Gojo flicks the spurted crimson away from his milky skin. He gently lifts you off of his lap and stands and stabs the knife through the stray robes of your kimono. Pinning you in place, he stands- taller than even the case files had made him out to be.
Well over six feet tall. He blocked your sight of the traditionally-decorated ceiling. Fingers snaking down to tilt your chin up, you hiss as one of his carefully-honed fingernails dig into your skin, âWeddingâs in a week, my wife.â
And with that he saunters off, ice-cold. Seemingly to find someone to clean up the mess heâd just made of his advisor.
And of you.
Your heart races.
.
.
.
âHeâs an enigma- during our meeting he didnât look at me once.â
âFrom everything Iâd heard of him, I thought for sure it would be the end for me.â
âHeâs soâŚbeautiful. No one mentioned how beautiful he was.â
You nodded, discreetly glancing down at the slip of paper in your lap, where youâd been jotting down notes all day. Line after line after conversation after conversation with the sparse other marriage candidates milling around the estate over the next few days.
Apparently theyâd been hand-picked by the rest of Gojoâs advisors (and it seems youâd been the last, given, wellâŚ).
And now - after the initial period of assessing the candidates - came the one-on-one stage where Gojo would sift through them all over the days. Ultimately, choosing only one to be his wife by the end of the week-long period. Though, what was considered in his criteria, you had no clue.
And you had to be ready for your âpersonal timeâ with him.Â
Which is why you did some digging over your very own.
Most of the other candidates had come here in the hopes of kindling some sort of treaty with the monster of jujutsu society, most had come here due to pressure from their clans. And you nodded along as they ranted about their elders, because, in a way, you were much the same.
At the very least, you noted, all of them were alive by the end of their one-on-one conversations with the leader. Which gave you a slight glint of hope. Almost, almost.Â
Looking up from your meager patch of information, you went back to sipping the sweet, floral tea laid out on the table. Closing your eyes in thought-
âYou really are trying, arenât you?â The voice opposite you speaks - a distant member of the Kamo clan, it seems (an actual member, youâd kept your cover story carefully under wraps as you spoke with her). And you looked at her in confusion.
She titters, almost conspiratorial, as she pours you more tea. âThe notes youâre writing down- youâre trying to find out how to woo him, arenât you?â
âAh-â your mouth parts. âYou canâŚyou can say that.â
âDonât worry, I wonât tease- oh, he is handsome, isnât he?â She sighs, before her face gets taken over by something more serious, stiffening. âItâs just such a shame heâs likeâŚthat. So cold, I never would have thought that this marriage proposal thing was even real if it werenât for you.â
You sip silently, âWhat do you mean?â
And she looks at you as if you werenât getting it - something obvious. âThe fact that he chose you, I mean.â At your still-perplexed expression, she throws her hands up. âThe fact that he chose you?â
âIâm not following.â
âYou do realize that every single other one of us was chosen by that advisor of his, right? Master Gojo didnât even look up at us during the meetings.â She says, and you did remember this certain sentiment popping up quite a few times during your prior interviews (interrogations, more like). âNot even on my one-on-one time - he merely drank his tea and left promptly - but he did choose you. And you know what that means, right?â She holds your hands over the table and leans over excitedly, âIt seems that that notorious cult leader has taken a liking to you.â
Something sharp and sudden spikes through your stomach, and you gulp.âSo youâre sayingâŚIâm really the only one?â
âMhm, the one and only.â
Possibly because of your attempt to assassinate him, right? But even then why hadnât he just finished you off?
You decide not to dwell on that question, merely thankful for the second chance given to carry out your mission. As you sigh out in focus, she only gets more eager - for a morsel of gossip about the big, bad Gojo Satoru perhaps being sweet on someone. âIf youâre in secret dalliance with him, donât worry I wonât tell-â
A call of your name.
Well, more like a sentencing of your name. You two peer over at the ajar sliding doors of the room to find yet another member of the Time Vessel association there. He grimly looks you up and down, before announcing- âOur honored leader wishes to meet you now.â
Oh.
Your time has come.
The other woman nods in reassurance as you get up onto unsteady legs, and follow the robed member down a few winding hallways. Where would he even take you?
Perhaps the gardens? Perhaps the library? Every candidate seemed to have a different meeting spot that was surprisingly personalized to their taste. And you canât imagine what sort of sinister place heâd cooked up for you, especially after your less-than-pleasant first impression.
But no matter where, you had to do it now.Â
Today, you will kill Gojo Satoru.
Safely clutching your note, you follow the man (the all-new advisor, youâre assuming, though you canât be sure) silently down the winding pathways of the estate, where he led you down to the very first floor. It was a sprawling estate, built and extended upon the temple that Gojo had first made base after his defection from jujutsu society.Â
Ultimately, you find yourself stepping outside- and walking the short distance upon stone flooring down to a massive traditional hall. Pointed roofs. Intricate detailing on the mahogany pillars. The hum of something powerful.
The dojo.
Your mouth is thoroughly dry by the time the man leaves you at the tall entrance with a bow - you almost wished he stayed.
âHello?â You call out once you finally gather enough courage to enter. It was a vast interior, and soft tatami greeted your feet as you went inside. âI uh- Iâm here for my meeting with Gojo-â
Bang!
You shift.
A concentrated globe of cursed energy zips past your ear, and hits the ancient wall behind with a sudden crash. An explosion. Strong enough that your back warms from the heat, and you realize- it might just have hit you if you hadnât moved.
You look behind you, crumbling wooden planks and singed tatami greet you. And as you turn right back, itâs Gojo Satoru that meets you from that side.
âOh, very good. I knew youâd duck.â Heâs clapping prettily, and you note with a jolt that heâs in his combat hakama. Deep summer blues, with a white sash around the middle that cinched his toned waist perfectly.
You have to rip your eyes away as Gojo steps closer. Ever-closer. His feet thudding against the smooth ground, he grins. âAnd donât call it a meeting, sweetheart. I consider this more of a date.â
Didnât the other candidates say that he didnât so much as look at them?Â
Your mouth gaped- and you almost think to take a step back, before youâre remembering every ounce of training. Wasnât this exactly what youâd been waiting for?
You swear you feel his eyes drop, Gojo snickers as his sensitive Six Eyes senses the cursed energy coating your palm. And you raise them up, a vicious grin on your face. âOh, itâll be a date alright.â Feet spreading to lunge-
âOh I love the way you think.â He purrs, and with that youâre running to each other.
A fight to the death.
.
.
.
Only hours later - hours - you and Gojo find yourselves sprawled in the middle of a wrecked dojo.
All those wooden beams and gilded decorations, older than mankind and crumbling around you too. Silent dwindling that you donât even have enough strength to raise your head and ogle at. Catching your breath. Sore.
He really was the strongest.
Gojo has no trouble lifting himself onto his elbows and taking a good, long look down at you. Grin stretched.Â
Daggers, cursed techniques- and you still hadnât managed to wipe that off of his handsome face.
He reaches one of his pale, splayed palms over your torso and you flinch - fully expecting him to finish you off now that youâd failed. But, instead of some burst of aggressive jujutsu, or even his nails digging into your flesh- youâre feeling a cool breeze wash your body from head to toe.Â
âR-reverse cursed-â Youâre cut off by one of your own pained coughs, aftermath of your furious fight.Â
âShhhââ Gojo soothes. And itâs to the melody of his quiet humming that youâre being healed, every cut and graze mending itself so that it was as if nothing ever happened. You feel traces of his soft fingerpads skim your body, just touching, just fleeting.Â
Only once heâs done, does he start speaking again. âThat was a good fight. And some great one-on-one time.â He shoots you a smile that makes you shiver. Mouth stretched. Eyes widened.
Something wild glinting in them.
As you sit up, he stands. Floating his way down to the destroyed entrance of the dojo as if nothing ever happened, âAnd this-â Fwip! Gojo pulls out a scrap of paper from underneath his oblong sleeves- one that youâre recognizing as your interview notes. You lunge after him but heâs casually holding it above your height, airily continuing. â-do know that I donât treat you as I treat anyone else. To think I do would be an insult, maâam.â
âGive it- back-â
âWhoops.â
His dagger slips out, slicing straight through a stray flap of your robes and pinning you back down to the dojo floor. Youâre coming to figure out that he has quite the taste for such.
Gojo takes the jotted writing with him, as if it was some love letter and not actually notes on how to take him down.
You watch as he reaches the entrance, silhouetted by dim sunset from outside. âAnd just so you know, do tell the other candidates not to worry about their meetings with me anymore. I believe I have made my choice.â He looks back, half a smirk on his face. âOnly a few more days~â
Oh.
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.
.
The classic way to kill a husband?
Poison.
At least, thatâs what all the books and late-night soap operas said. You just never thought youâd be taking a page out of those guilty pleasures to be used in real life- for your mission, that is.
It took about two more days of covert communication to arrange for another sorcerer to smuggle in poison into the temple. Through codes written in food wrappers, morse code in seemingly inconspicuous letters, and a few attempts with messenger pigeons to manage the entire operation.
Until, finally, your delivery of âperfumesâ had come with a slim vial of rich burgundy liquid. You popped the cap off out of curiosity and took a whiff of the saturated honey scent coming from insideâhm, strange odor for a poison. But you guessed beggars couldnât be choosers.
And you eventually find yourself face-to-face with Gojo Satoru once more. The both of you on opposite ends of a lavish dinner table; his most trusted advisors on either side, and with them, the other candidates.
Each and every one of you were waiting for that one moment: when heâd announce the pick for his future wife. When heâd choose.
Just sit and wait. Sit and wait.
And you could already feel the stares being thrown your way (being one of the heads of the table was a prestigious position after all, and little did you know that nobody - nobody - had sat directly opposite Gojo Satoru in all the years since heâd defected).Â
Except for you.
And you started him down as the dinner came to a close, taking a final gulp of your water for your nerves. Gojo does just the same- before he lifts his ceramic bowl of sake with a pitched-up volume. âAttention, my dear family.â
Every head snaps to him, as was wont to.Â
âI believe this is the moment that you all have been waiting for, I apologize for taking so long, I did wish to treat you all before I announced my pick for wife.â Through the dim yellow light overhead, you could make out the way his lashes fluttered in interest. âAnd unless anyone else has something theyâd like to say before I make my declaration, then-â
âJust a moment, please.â You raise your hand and trust to sound sheepish, one of the women chuckles like she knew exactly what you were going to do. And you were- just not in the way she thought.
From underneath the table, youâre procuring the flashy bag of some high-end liquor store (one that you knew from intel that Gojo Satoru had a particular affinity for). You raise it up, and with it, the bottle- âI hope this isnât too intrusive of me, but before that I think Iâd like to show Master Gojo here a token of our appreciation, from all of us.â
One of his brows raise.
Fervently, a few candidates and advisors nod.
And with their cheers, youâre standing up and walking down the side to Gojo. To where he downed his slight cup of sake and held it out, empty, to you. Something in his smile knowing. Eyes blazing.
You pop open the bottle and let it glug out with a chuckle, âTo the esteemed leader of the Time Vessel Association.â Filling it up all the way to the brim, tendrils of syrupy scent waft off of it maddeningly. And you look straight at Gojo as you say, âI wish you the most prosperous married life, Master Gojo.â
âLikewise, maâam.â
And with that, Gojoâs taking a sip.
With that- his sapphire eyes snap open, a thin line of the liquid drips down the side of his mouth, his prominent Adamâs apple bobs. You didnât realize heâd register the taste of something off so quickly, but even then, what was he to do?
He could spit it out, but the poison was already on his tastebuds. Sizzling. And there was nothing he could do to-
Gojo immediately downs the rest of his sake bowl and grips a firm hand around your throat. With his doughy fingerpads digginâ into the sides of your neck, Gojo then pulls you in and spits the rest of the sappy alcohol into your mouth.
Like nectar on your tongue.
Heâs letting the jetted stream slip between your lips, and presses his own greedy maw to yours. Licking. Tasting.
Around you, you could hear several other guests gasp - but the only thing ringing in your eardrums was the sound of your own heartbeat. Thud-thud. And the low, guttural siiiiigh heâs letting out as he slots his plush lips over yours.
Letting go of them only after every drop of the sweetened syrup has been consumed (either by you or him, to Gojo it made no difference). He bores his murky peripherals down at you, barely even thinking to tear them away once he uttersâ-âOut.â
You jolt, thinking he was speaking to you.
But in actuality it was all the open-mouthed, gawking audience that scrambled to a stand with scrapes and trips. They race out of the dining room faster than you can blink, leaving you with only some giggles, some rumors, and him.
Gojo, who presses his sloppy mouth to yours once more. âDo you know what that was, sweetheart?â
âWh-whatâ?â Youâre slightly dazed- fuck, was the poison starting to work already? But this was slightly less a dull ache in your veins, and more of aâŚfever. âWhat did you think it was, itâs poison-â
âAphrodisiac.â Gojo cuts you off calmly.
And your mouth parts.
To which he takes the sweet, sweet opportunity to unhinge your drivelling mouth and suck on your wettened tongue. All candied and ridged with texture. He moans as he does so- âAphrodisiac, oh- someoneâs getting fired tonight.â He croons out knowingly, and you were sure that someone all the way back at Jujutsu High was getting an earful for compromising the mission - poison. Youâd told them to get you poison.Â
âF-fuck!â Youâre mewling out as he lurches forwards in a sudden movement.Â
Suddenly, youâre finding your back against the polished mahogany table, his dishes crashing down in clutters and splinters. His dagger- oh, it stabs through your kimono yet again and pins you to the table. Something in your body was growingâŚhotter. âThatâs right, my wife.â Gojoâs sing-song voice declares over the chaos, a hand gliding down the front of your body, between those simple robes. It just feels like itâs burning. âYouâre absolutely right.â
You raise your head just as he does. And Gojo Satoru looks at youâoh.
Oh, he looked gone.
âSomeone is getting fucked tonight.â
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.
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âO-oh, shit-â Your maw lolls open stupidly, thighs twitching as Gojo kneels down to lick its sheeny slick with a thud.
He doesnât even register the sharp pain shooting up his limbs.
Doesnât even register your squirms. Your whines. Absolutely nothing but the way that he was in-between your legs now and so close to your puffy cunt that he could lean down and smell it. Long and hard, heâs salivating at the honeyed scent that reaches his nostrils. âMmmm, didnât have dessert, did I?â He groans, thickly, more to himself than you. âAnd this pretty pussy smells likeâŚcandy.â
âYouâre so filthy, fuck-â You drag your fingers through his clammy white locks. Pulling so hard that Gojoâs entire body jolts- and something sparks out of his powerful figure to make the yolky light above you flicker.
Youâre looking up with a gasp, âShit, what was that?â Before yet another wave of the aphrodisiacâs power makes you shiver, whimpering once he slide-slide-slides away the robes of your kimono. Spreading you out wiiiiiide open for him. âGojo, are you-â
And he doesnât even let you finish your sentence - your train of thought - before he instantly pushes into your cunt.Â
All the way nose-deep- Gojoâs pale, pointed nose swats your clit, his tongue sticking inside primally.
Your eyes roll to the back of your head at the way heâs diving in without any hesitation at all. His tastebuds sensually licking past your slicked-up folds and drilling inside your hole - needily. âOh my- oh my god- Gojo, donât you need to breathe?â
âFuck no.â As if that was even a question. His raw grunt sounds offended that you even asked, and soon enough- two of his clammy palms loop âround your jittery thighs to haul you even further onto his face.
Youâre landing on top of his prominently handsome features with a damp plap! of skin hitting skin. And Gojo rovering his thick, lengthy tongue even deeper inside your tender orifice. A layer of your pussy juices drippinâ down his chin as he does so, âFuck you think I want to- hah! What? Breathe?â
Seething, gasping for air any time heâs reeling his head back and pushing all the way again.
âWhen I have such a pretty, wet pussy like th-this-â And Gojoâs fucking his tongue in and out of you at a practically animal pace, gashing his textured muscle against the sides of your walls. Heâs crazily trying to swab into every cute orifice youâd kept hidden from him.
And before you can even gurgle out a reply at his nonsensical rant, heâs looking back and letting off some sort of higher-pitched giggle at the visionary sight of your pussy below.
Soaking wet. Swollen with lust.
Your folds are so rawly needy that heâs forced to hold one of âem to the side just to drill his tongue inside. âWhen I have a- hah-â Sloppily leaning in to sniff your cunt once more, and then you feel Gojo purse his lips right up against your hole. And spit. â-fuck! When Iâve got something so- ngh, pretty like- likeâŚâ
He couldnât even keep his sentences straight. And youâve never heard of the infamous cult leader acting like this - couldnât even imagine it.
Just as he primally glues his upper lips to your clit, and spreads his jaw even further open to eat you out, you grab onto Gojoâs bangs and pull. âI c-canât even tell if thatâs the aphrodisiac or- mmm, just you-â
âSâjust me, sweetheart.â He whispers out groggily, salivating spittle right down your slit. You feel his flickering tongue fuck in nâ out, before giving your perky clit a light swat. âAll me. And I amâŚâ
âYeah?â You look up in slight confusion when he trails off.
But Gojo only looks up at you with a priggish smirk. He rovers his right hand teasingly up your thigh, before noticing something- oh, and then he pauses. Only to dig into his sleeve pockets and dig up an intricate silver ring: one that was undoubtedly his part of the memento from tonightâs engagement announcement.
Easily, he slips it onto his right middle finger. And then pliably tugs aside the first ring of your entrance - as Gojo sinks his thick digit in, he lets out an echoing sluuuuuurp.
âAnd I am all the wayââ Gojo calls out over your trilling wails, easing deeper nâ deeper inside. Youâre so shattered on the Earth-splitting stretch of him that you donât even register the way his left hand creeps down from your hips to your tummy.
Pressing down on your tensed front as he knocks against your gooey walls with his finger. Pushing in two, pushing in harder. â-right-â His rovering index comes to a halt, pressing down right where the fingers inside were plunging in (and you could feel it, too perfectly, with the way his thick ring was frigidly marking its spot out). â-here.â
âShit- sh-shit, oh my god-â Youâre prattling out, drool flooding out of your mouth the moment you feel the carnal stretch of his fingers.
âMmm, I prefer âSatoruâ.â He coos out, and for a second you donât even realize what heâs saying. Not until a few sloppy pumps of his inches leave you gone on his fingertips, a second on thrusting in.Â
Scissorinâ all around, he lets the globular edges of his fingers slide against your sweetest spots. Absolutely no hesitation. No shame. No gentleness - just hard, rapid bucks of Gojoâs fingers that leave his own knuckles all red nâ raw. âT-try it-â He hisses out over the slamming impacts. And to encourage you, he slaps his swollen lips down on your clit and sucks. âSay my name- hngh, say my name while I make this pussy mine, my wife.â
God, that aphrodisiac was making him ravenous.
Was making him tug you back down with his superhuman strength and plaster your cunt down on his gaped maw. Was making him lick and lick and lick at the buzzing point of your clit, lapping up every drop of your secretions as it dripped out wetly.
Youâre whining, blinking through the tears of overstimulation brought upon by his wetly glissading fingertips. âGâGojo? Oh! Gojo-â
âNuh uhâŚâ Curvaceous, his probinâ tips manage to find your g-spot oh-so-easily. And with that cute area located, he has absolutely no qualms pressing down. Just like a lecherous button. The way you get even wetter at the zaps of pleasure makes Gojo fucking drool. âMy real name, please. Pretty please, maâam?â
âOh my- ngh!â Youâre arching perfectly off of your slick-dampened sheets, itâs like puddles have formed underneath you. And the in-betweens of your thighs were gushing out in rainfalls of cloying slick, sticking onto his face and everywhere. âSatoru-â Your breath hitches right when you feel Gojo start to press in a third finger. âSatoru Satoru Satoru-â
Bang!
Your teeth clench tightly, feeling the sinful vibrations take over every part of you once all three of his thorough, globed fingerpads scrape your g-spot. He smells up that sultry aroma of your sap once more- fuck, if he could heâd make it into his very favorite fragrance. âWell, I was thinking more âmy husbandâ, butâŚthat works, too~â
Heâd rather be called your husband than his own name?
Perhaps it was the aphrodisiac that was getting to him- because with a few more vulgar strokes gliding down the sides of your pussyâs channel, Gojoâs gnawinâ greedily down on your clit.Â
He takes the time to lean his head back and stretch-stretch-streeeetch where you were most sensitive. Making you shake with teary whimpers-
âShit, and wh-where are you now, Goj- fuck!â With a thick huff at the fact that you were calling him that name again, youâre being punished with his prolonged digits then slowing down. Sensually. Torturously.Â
All the way until you could feel the jutting sides of his joints stretch on your walls. He molds his sheer size inside your cunt, and lets the slight veins on his fingers zig-zag right along. You continue where you left off, though it takes you quite a bit of time to gather your muddled thoughts. âI mean- ngh, where are you now, Satoru?â
âMmm, I like that. Letâs see now, shall we?â With that suggestion hanging in the air, you swear youâre feeling a few skitters of cursed energy dart from between your legs nâ right up your spine. âHeeeere we are.â
Youâre mewling, his splayed-out palm skidding all over your front.Â
âI think mâhere.â Gojo clouds out his hot, murky breath against your puckered pussylips. And his free hand pinpoints down where his doughy fingertips reached for your deepest depths. âAaaaand I want to be here-â
You watch, your maw unfastening further and further by the second as that pointer finger of his moves all the way up. All the way near your ribcages-
âMmm, but I guess Iâll hafta put in something else for that, hm?â
âYes- ngh, y-yes, hck!â Again and againâGojo thrusts his fingers inside viciously. He activates his Six Ears even further to position his cold ring accurately up against your g-spot. âShit, it feels so good-â
âAnd sânot just that aphrodisiac talking, is it?â Babbling away, his slick-flooded lips latch âround your clit so that his tongue can slither all over. And you swear that the cult leaderâs sensual tastebuds start drawing damn hearts right on top of your swollen nub, âThis p-pretty pussy agrees, too?â
Squelch-squelch-squeeeelch!
Youâre crying out stupidly with both pairs of friction-bulged lips as he starts hitting your cunt harder. Spitting. Harder. Spitting just so his swabbinâ fingerpads can poke into every ridge and crevice, âYeahhh, I think sheâs slurping all that out in agreement- ngh.â
âYes-â You donât even know what youâre agreeing to, just knowing that it simply makes his slams accelerate. Makes your thighs shiver. Makes your body start to buck up with tiny zaps of electricity and oh-
âOh, youâre clooooose, my wife.â Heâs dragging out primally from the back of his throat, mouth starting to water. The blue irises of Gojoâs eyes seem to almost glow with power. âI can practically count when sheâs gonna, hgnh, cum all over my tongue.â
Hips rutting onto his face, youâre now grinding up in looooong, sloppy drags that bump your sensitive cunt all over his mouth nâ up to the ridge of his nose. Though, not as much as youâd still have liked to drag out because of the dagger pinning down your robes. âPlease, please, please- mâclose-â
âI know, my wife. In fact-â Your future husband (perhaps?) departs from your clit with a lecherously wet plop! âI can count it.â
Count?
You donât even know if you want to know what that meant.
With a few more gashes reaching for your sponged cervix, itâs as if Gojo permanently embeds the coldness of his metallic ring against your overstimulated walls. Itâs as if- âF-fuck!â Your eyes damn near bulge out of your scalp, upper half surging upwards and then falling back down to meet the plush pillows all over again.
Because, just then, his slender scouring fingers seem toâŚvibrate.
Almost as if the powerful cursed energy that coated his digits was jittering inside of you. And every nook he probed sent you jolting with the most filthy lilâ bursts of electricity. âAnd that is fiveâŚâ He pushes against your favorite spot another few more times, until your walls are all red nâ sensitive and he canât stop. âHm, four.â
âC-counting? Ngh-â You perch your hips further up his handsome face, gluing it against every suckling movement of his mouth.
Which - just then - heâs starting to stop sucking on just your needy clit. And moving his tongue from rolling over that nub to tryinâ and flopping insideâstretching out your slicked hole on his appendages even further. âTh-three.â
He gasps. He moans.
Powers going more and more out-of-control every time heâs tasting you. Pushing back in. So close now that the end of his nose was crushed against the top of your slit, and slipping nâ sliding to graze it.
Each time he fills up your every geysering divot, itâs like youâre seeing stars behind your lids. âTwo.â Rendering you stupid on his tongue. Flattened and lapping everywhere and anywhere, his honed tip slithers inside and streeeeetches. âAaaaaand- heh-â Precisely striking your most delicate spot, precisely making you moan pliably underneath him in only the way he ever could. â-one.â
Youâre cumming with a shrill whine of his nameââT-Toruâfuck!â
Breaking apart on him, just as he had predicted. Using his Six Eyes, he marks out each nâ every peak of your high, accurately pinpointing your g-spot after each one.
And that just makes you gasp, struggling to catch onto your labored breaths. Spittle drivels out in splashes from either side of your mouth, and your hips shake up nâ down his ajar maw. âIt just feels so good, ngh, it should be illegal to feel this good-â
âIt should be illegal to taste this good.â He bites back, thrusting between your sultry folds with the most sinful slurps. Itâs as if, with your orgasm, youâre getting even greedier to swallow up his knobbly lengths. âAnd just- just know that mâhitting here, my wife.â
Youâre cracking your eyelids open, your vision still bleary when you look down at where he was pointing. Where he was marking out an âXâ where his swabbing fingertips stuck against. Ended.Â
âBut soon enoughâŚâ Gojo drawls out, push after push. Peak after peak. Youâre being driven so crazy with your orgasm that youâre starting to blame the aphrodisiac for how youâre feeling. â-mâgonna be all the way here.â
Back to pointing where he could feel your ribcage start.
It was a challenge. And it was a promise.
Itâs only after the tingles of your high have bated - and you find your toes and fists unclenching - that he dares pull away. Ever-so-slightly.
Gojo takes the filthy time to press a few open-mouthed kisses on top of your cunt with the loudest mwah! âNow, I can finally fulfill that wedding vowâŚheh.â
Oh, so now it was a wedding vow?
âSure is.â He grunts. And you have no idea whether heâs reading your mind or youâd simply been so far gone on the aftermath of your high that youâd babbled all that out loud - whichever one it was, you wouldnât be surprised.
Standing up from where heâd been kneeling on the tatami mat, the first thing that Gojo does is unstick the dagger from the table.
And you think youâre finally free of his lecherous hold- that is, until heâs using the sharp end of his blade to teeeeear straight through your gauzy robes. It slices like butter, and soon enough heâd torn off your bar, pocketed your panties, and you found yourself completely naked underneath him.
âTh-thatâs not fair.â You huff out, nose crinkling. Your wobbly arms reach out and tug on the sides of his yukata. âTake this off, Satoru.â
âAnything my wife wantsâŚâ
In a few quick seconds, heâs untying the sashes of his yukata. Revealing a long, milky expanse of skin dotted with a few striped scars. They cover him all the way from his broad shoulders to down his ladder-like abs, down the meaty sliver of his thighs youâre able to see. Gojo bores straight down at you as he frees his ravaged cock.
And ohâyour mouth drops for what felt like the nth time tonight. He was rock fucking hard- even more so, so hard that the globe of his cockhead hits his abs with a wet smack.
Heâs hissing underneath his breath as the cool air kisses his feverish cock: red, swollen, needy. So needy, in fact, that Gojoâs puffy, patterned veins were throbbing so hard it was visible.
And your mouth dries, hand reaching outâsmack!
He claps onto the side of your curious wrist instantly, âNot- hah, not yet.â Rasping out through thick breaths, and with that hold he has on you, heâs pinning you down with his inhuman strength. Lacing your hand right above your head, Gojo throws your legs on his shoulders.Â
Bending you down maddeningly.
And then, heâs seething out through the cracks of his sharpened canines. âI donât think I can last- hck!â Youâre making note of the fact that his bulbous tip was streaming out in precum, twitching. Flinching as he starts sliding it up nâ down your sultry folds, âDonât think I can last a single second longer without claiming my pretty wifeâs cunt,â
âO-oh my godââ
Purring out, âAnd what have I told you about that name~?â
It was a rhetorical question. And he was fucking you just like it-Â
With both of his hands plastered on top of your clammy scalp, youâre being dragged back down for his split-ended tip to slip down and down and so much further down that it makes you keen. Seeing white behind your eyes at the pure sultry stretch-
âSh-shit, Toruââ Youâre moaning, saliva dribblinâ down the side of your mouth - which the cult leader leans into lick off. âItâs so big, itâs so big itâs so big-â
Gojo rolls his eyes, you were saying the cutest things in the world. âWell, I told you mâgonna be knockinâ all the way up against your, mmm, lungs, didnât I?â Push after push. He wasnât even all the way inside yet- Gojo was impatient. Gojo was ravenous. Pokinâ his plump tip deep into your gooey wet insides, he marks his wet slit out just right against your walls.
âAnd here I amââ You hear off, as if from a distance. One of his fingers slides down the middle of your stomach, pushing down where his globular cockhead was mazinâ its way inside. âRight h-here.âÂ
Just so big that you canât do anything but claw down his muscular back and take it- âSuch a big n-ngh- stretch.â
âYessssââ Heâs panting out, hot gusts against your features. And the tone that Gojo says it in makes the hair on your body slightly raise, it makes you look up into his widened eyes, his cracking tone. The way his plump, puckered lips seem to twitch into a smile that looks crazed. âSâa biiiiig stretch, isnât it, sweetheart?â
And then heâs plummeting his fat, reddened tip against the sides of your walls - bashing. Trying and trying and hitting his toned pelvis against yours to try and fit himself even deeper.
âA biiiig stretch- and youâre g-gonna take that biiig fuckinâ stretch, arenât you, maâam?â The audacity to address you so respectfully, but heâs pounding his cock into you like that? Like you were a ragdoll.
Every time youâre lurching further up the long dining table with a whine, heâs pressing down on your head to drag you sloppily deeper. Harder. Gojo scrape-scrape-scrapes his circular divot like a headlight along your cunt and follows it with his hand. âBecause mâstill right here.â He presses his palm down about midway along your tummy. âAnd now- hah, now mâhere.â
Even deeper, you feel your molars clench with the sheer stretch he was burrowing out. âAnd- and thereâs more.â
âYou want more?â
Fuck, you didnât consider that Gojo Satoru would just be so gone on your pussy - so ruined - that he canât even formulate a proper fucking thought.
âMore-â Heâs spitting out, and fuck- if only you knew that this damn aphrodisiac was leaving him even harder. Even more swollen inside of you. Bulging. Heâs gritting his teeth so hard that you swear you can hear them; pumping and pumping. âMore- more- more- more-â
Tears spurt behind your eyes at the way he was pounding you into the rickety table, and youâre sure that damn near the entire estate could hear you out. âYes-â Youâre spreadinâ your legs apart even wider, and Gojo takes the opportunity to spit. âOh my god, ngh, more!â
And then, with the rawest, loudest squelch heâs finally bottoming out.
Finally scrapinâ your perked clit with the pale white bush at his hilt, finally feeling his plump divot scrape your cervix.
âOh my god.â He utters. Dry. Parched. âO-oh my god.â
The faint light flooding in from the corridor shatters.
Bawling, âNgh, Satoruââ
And then Gojo only slides a hand under your spine and arches you into him. âMore it isâŚâ He wrenches out, and soon enough those Six Eyes of his are activating to watch where his lean shaft was fucking away at. âSârightââ Pushing down - where it felt like your ribcage, felt like he was probinâ into your very lungs. â-h-here.â
âTh-there?â You gasp, head raised (you didnât even register it raising, and by the sparks of cursed energy coating your skin, youâre wondering if he was the one to somehow do it).Â
âMmmmhm.â Your future husband spits out, âRight there.â And while heâs jackhammering you silly, the edge of his pointer moves up and down your front.
Exactly outlining the mazing pathway that his cock was taking through your cunt- âAaaaand now mâhere- and here, and now Iâm there- shit!â
He ravages your poor, flexible cervix nearly raw - fuck, he felt raw. And the strongest didnât know whether it was because of those damn aphrodisiacs or the way he had you adorably shakinâ and whining under him.
Hiccuping, âI kn-know, I can feel you right there.â
âOh, you know, huh?â Something sparks in his murky peripheries, and soon enough Gojo slithers a hand down to hold onto your cute clit. It wasnât just enough to have it drag all slimily down his abs nâ hilt - he had to give you the real deal.
His proud fingertips easily latch onto your nub, and with it- the sparks of cursed energy. Oh, he was going out of control. He couldnât even reel back in his powers because you and the aphrodisiac and you. âAnd dâyou know what this is? Hm, lilâ sorcerer? Cute lilâ first grade?â Cooing. âDo you know how h-hard it was to hone my powers? How fucking long it took?â
Slap after slap of his rovering tip.
If you were in any less of a cockdrunken state of mind then youâd have jolted at the fact that Gojo - your target - just called out your occupation and ranking like he knew all along.
Gojo pushes away the bangs from his face furiously, âAnd look at this.â Rolling his slick-glazed thumb over your clit, it gave the sensation that felt almost like a vibrator. âLook at this- I canât even fucking control- oh, fuck.â
Just then you squeeze.
Your soft, heart-shaped innards that clung onto his veiny cock. He doesnât think heâs ever been closer to fucking heaven. âFuck.â Through the sweaty strands of his hair, Gojo looks up and catches yet another one of the dinner room lights breaking into tiny pieces. And he canât help the laugh that leaves him- breathy, high. âOh. Oh look at- that-â
âWhat? Look at ngh, what?â Youâre babbling away stupidly as his pre trickles out of him in wads and ribbons, coating the back of your pussy all translucent.Â
Gojoâs sensitive ears catch all those noises, and he immediately canât decide which pretty pair of lips to stare at. âLook at- uhâŚâ Immediately drooling at the filthy way you were creaming your slick around him.Â
A gluey wad of it slips along his veiny shaft and ends up drenching his happy trail, his heavy ballsack. Hitting you with thwack after thwack.
âLook at what, Toru?â You mewl out, staring at his slightly agape lips.Â
Shit, he flinches at that nickname. It hits him harder than ever.
And Gojo wastes no time before keeping his hand at your clit, and letting the other clasp your throat. With his rude fingertips, heâs dragging you back down after the recoil of each thrust. âLook at the way youâve fucking ruined me.â
His voice breaks. You donât think youâve ever heard him sound so desperate - so roughened up.Â
And the most-wanted cult leader looked like it, too: blush burning, muscles bulged, pale lashes beaded with tears, his pinkish lower lip wobbling after each squeeze. And his immense power was just shooting out every time your warm cunt felt just a little too good- lights shattering, unbolted furniture quivering. You swear you kiss your lips to his and Gojo fucking whimpers into your mouth - just as you do, too.
Maybe it was the aphrodisiac, maybe it was just you - fuck, he was getting so pussydrunken that he was verging on the edge of insanity. Of sappiness.
âF-forget your mission- fuck those elders.â Gojo gnaws down on your whimpering bottom lip like gum. âYou donât need them. Oh, with me- you can be the strongest.â And as if to emphasize his point, heâs heading his mushroomy tip straight for your g-spot. Hard. âRule with me.â
It honestly takes you a few more unrelenting strokes for him to fuck the answer out of you. âY-youâre asking me to give up my mission?â Your eyes pop as you finally register his words properly. âYouâre asking me to be your wife?â
âMâasking you to be my wife.â Then he draws a damp heart on your clit, right alongside the pattern of his name: âGojoâ. Drawn right on top of your nub, âAnd mâasking hah! h-her to be my wife.âÂ
Gojo Satoru has never been the one to ask for a hand in marriage.
Gojo Satoru has never been on anything but the receiving end of confessions.
And here he was, completely ruined on your squelching pussy. Gobbling up his every inch past your folds, every thorough, honed inch. And with each thrust, he echoes out those very words like a broken record-player- âBe my wife, ngh. Be my wife, be my w-wife, be my wife, maâam?â
Practically begging in your ear, and into your mouth. You run your palms through his soft hair and pull him even closer, âOnly if you can make me- ngh, fuck! cum, Toru.â
Heâs never taken a task so seriously.
Ever.Â
His ruby-red tip twitches just a bit as he pokes it against the doorway to your womb, now at a constant rhythm. Again and again and again until you can feel that familiar twist at the bottom of your stomach, building up and up.Â
âSh-shit, Satoru, I think Iâm-â
âClose.â Gojo finishes off for you - because he knew beforehand. Of course, he knew beforehand. He could see it- the sides of his eyes were imbued with sharp volts of electricity. Crackling. Glowing.Â
You wondered whether he even realized.
Whether he knew that his achingly-hard cock was also quivering greedily at the very end, his pours of wadded precum getting more frequent. âYouâre close, sweetheart. I can feel it.â He groans, his nostrils flaring. âI can smell it. Youâre gonna cum soon.â
Nodding, âYes- yes, I can feel it coming.â
âMhm just ooooooneââ As he drags out his gruff voice, he does the same with his flinching cock. âAaaaand, two-â Breaths getting shorter. Your sanity was near-snappingââTh-three.â
And - exactly on his count - youâre cumming.
Hard and hot.Â
Sharp spikes of bliss make you throw your head back, back arched so that you could feel Gojoâs ridged abs whilst he drilled you maddeningly through your high. Each nâ every speck of zapping pleasure being hit by his tip, dead-on.Â
âC-cummingâŚâ You let off, weakly. Limp in his arms while he pushes you through the kaleidoscope of your high. âIâm- oh, fuck. You are, too.â
âHuh?â Dazed nâ pussdrunken, Gojo looks down with a slightly shocked expression. And the sight that greets him might as well have been the pearly gates of heaven spread wide open.
Because while you twitched and whimpered through your high - heâd done the very same.Â
Loooooong, stringy splashes of ivory syrup that fill you up all the way to the brim. Heâs cumming so hard that another splosh! of seed trickling into the back of your womb makes the lights above you burst.
Makes the power go out in the estate. In the entire city- fuck, perhaps even the entire country.
The strongest whines underneath his breath as he feels his stirrinâ cock move around the goopy wads inside you. Fucking each and every precious droplet in, pummeling it deep into the back of your cervix. Glissading.Â
âFuck- fuck fuck fuck, I have.â Still breathy as if he was in disbelief. Still. Somewhere in the distance, the two of you can faintly register that the table was slightly hovering. âI have.â That the plates were jittering. That his reverse cursed energy was seeping out in bucketloads just to make sure that he doesnât break any of your bones while he fucks you through his own high. âI have I have I have, my wife.â
And he runs a thumb over the slick spray of white that covers your pussylips, promptly putting it inside his mouth. Gojoâs eyes roll to the back of his skull, and he moans. âSâsweeter than dessert.â
âSh- oh!â
Before you can respond to that, heâs pressing down on your tummy and watching as his knots of cum squelch out. Formulating this pretty glistening ring âround his hilt- but as he looks down at it, you canât help but notice that Gojo looked more concentrated than admiring.
That he seemed to be looking, searching, forâŚsomething.
âTaken-â He growls, as if heâs just read your mind. âI-it hasnât- ngh-â Scouring your front, scouring your womb straight from the outside of it. â-hasnât taken yet, sweetheart.â
âO-oh.â
Itâs the only thing youâre managing to get out. In a split-second, Gojo has his raw, reddened cock pulled out and you flipped onto your stomach with only a few maneuvers.
From behind, the head of his cock pries apart your puffy pussylips with a gentle squelch. And slowly, inch by inch, he starts sinking all the way back iiiiiiiinââCan I do it until it, ngh, takes, sweetheart?â Gojo gusts out against the shell of your ear - heâs bent over now, practically in half just as you were. You could feel his abs melting against your arched spine, his prominent pecs grazing your shoulders. âHow about we do it until we have a daughter, maâam? Iâve always wanted to be a girl dad.â
Oh my god.
âSatoru, my wife. Call me Satoru.â
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The aphrodisiac didnât wear off after that first round, obviously. Nor did it lose any effect after the second, the third, the fourth.
Not even after the fifth, when youâd broken the poor dinner table properly in half by then. Your orgasms flowing shapelessly into each other that you didnât know when yours ended and his started- by then, Gojo was so overstimulated that he was bawling.
Whimpering.Â
Just a big mess that pinned you back into a full nelson. And by the sixth round- oh, by the sixth round was when he started cumming dry. Hitched sobs leaving his throat every time his bulbous, red tip twitched but let out nothing but a few tremors.Â
You had your head fallen back against Gojoâs collarbone, neck held in a headlock. You bit your teeth into his strong forearm just so you donât scream at the constant wave of bliss that left you trembling. Riding out the last few dredges of it on his vicious cock. âSaâToru. Ngh, Toru- Toru.â So stupid on his length that you were unable to say anything but his name, like a mantra.Â
âMâhere-â He breathes out, scalding hot against the side of your head. âMâhere mâhere mâhere- mmm, your h-husbandâs here, sweetheart.â
âDonât even know if I can- ngh, cum, anymore.â You babble out, your back too weak to even arch back against his abs. âThink Iâm- oh, the aphrodisiac hasâŚfuck.â
âHngh, guess what? I think sât-taken.â As you whimper away, Gojo blinks back the tears in his eyes to (somewhat) activate his Six Eyes. Just so far gone by now that they didnât even properly heed him anymore - oh, look what youâve done to him. âOhhh, and look! Itâs a girl!â He chuckles, âDoes that make you happy, maâam? To know that your husband has- oh, bred you. Knocked you up already- oh.â
His sloppy, torturous thrusts slow down as he finally looks down at you: your drowsy eyes, the way you were practically knocked out at this point.
That reverse cursed energy of his might have stopped him from breaking a bone or two in both your bodies, but the overstimulation was just as potent as ever. And without second thoughts, heâs pulling out with a wettened noise. And a trickle of ivory cum slips out of your tender hole like a fountain- Gojo licks his lips, no. He has time for that later.
He has all the time in the world to try cleaning off the cum from your cunt with his tongue. The rest of your lives together, in fact.
Gently, Gojo cradles you in his arms. In his hoarse voice, he orders a few members of the association to leave wet towels and fresh clothes outside. And using those - using the privacy of the dining room, where there was only him to see you like this - heâs cleaning you off.
Wiping off every dredge of cum- fuck, how had your tight cunt managed to even hold all of that.
And then, heâs dressing you in the clothes brought to him. Suspiciously, an expensive robe that was your exact size (hey, you canât blame a man for thinking ahead!) Spending a few more minutes seeping extra reverse cursed energy into your body, he hoped you felt comfortable in his arms.
Because it was in his arms that youâre carried out, almost like a princess.
All the way out to the auditorium.
He jostles your robes so that youâre not revealing anything to the tens of thousands of Time Vessel Association members gathered for assembly this morning. In the crowd, Gojo thinks he could spot those rejected candidates, as well.
Elbowing each other, giggling.Â
Every single person in the audience buzzes and hums and trips over each other to try and get a closer look at you - who was this strange person that their leader looked at so tenderly? Who was this strange person that brought a soft smile upon his face that theyâve never seen before. Who was this strange person that was covered in so many hickies and scratches that it looked as if youâd been thrown to the wolves - and Gojo wasnât any better.
Even the most grim of elders blushed at the implication.
âMy familyââ Gojoâs cold voice rings out into the mic, and across every corner of the auditorium. It was clear. It was final. âI present to you, your second leader.â He grins, holding you close. âMy wife.â
A/N. Mwahh have a lovely week mls <3
Plagiarism not authorized.
what they donât tell you about online relationships is how easy it is to ruin them by simply having nothing to say. i like you so much but i donât know how to hang out with you in silence. i donât know how to text like a person so now you think i hate you. aaaaaaaaa
Pretty Lil' Baby - R.S.
Synopsis. Five times the elders of the Sukuna household are sure their fearsome clan leader is impotent, and the one times he makes them realize - Ryomen Sukuna is feraI. For you.
Pairing. Ryomen Sukuna x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!reader, clan leader!Sukuna, 5 + 1 things, arranged marriages, Itadori family shenanigans, wingmanning, the elders, helping Sukuna get laid, Sukuna is down BAD, true form, second mouth, oraI (fem rec.), fĂngering, spĂtting, cervĂx kĂssing, pĂşssydrĂşnk Sukuna, dp, DĂMBlFlCATION, tummy buIges, heâs big, rough s, riding, manhandIing, p talking, brĂŠeding, creampĂes, cĂşmplay, getting together, pet names, swĂŠaring.
Word count. 11.8k
A/N. Missed their chaos omg-
âBuckle up, boys. This might be the most important event of our lives.â Itadori Jin has never taken his role as older brother so seriously.Â
Locked in a team huddle with his father, the elders, and a very reluctant, recently-married Ryomen Sukuna. âDad- youâre on the romantic music. Council- youâre on the rose petals. Iâll be outside on the phone with the fire department, the exorcist, the-â
âItâs my wedding night?â
âExactly.â
With a final clap of determination, the group shoves their clan leader towards the bed chambers. Ignoring his grumbles of- âBut the ladies love me.â
âRyo, youâve been single your entire life.â
ââŚâ Okay, perhaps Jin was right. Itâd been a traditional arranged wedding, yours being the only proposal that the infamously cold Sukuna had even looked at, let alone agreed to.Â
But he clasps the polished doorknob, âIâll give ya an heir.â Opening. âJust you watch, Iâll give ya four heirs, maybe five, maybe sixâoh.â
Until he saw his pretty wife.
Even more gorgeous than youâd been during those brief formal interviews, between clans and council members who nudged each other at the fact that he had finally chosen a bride.Â
Youâd swapped out your wedding robes for an actual robe that was muchâŚriskier. Stuck to your skin, glistening in the faint candlelight. You were semi-sprawled comfortably across the bed, having patiently waited for their âteam meetingâ to have finished.Â
And Sukuna wouldâve yelled at any of them for gaping stupidly from the doorway, he should have - if he wasnât gaping stupidly himself, that is. Lips parted, crimson eyes bulging.Â
This was the clan leader rumored by some to be a monster, and rumored by others to fight like a monster: now fully frozen at the sight of you.Â
It takes about seven different council members and Itadori Wasuke poking Sukunaâs muscular back with his wooden cane to make him move. âRyo-â Jin hisses in slight concern, fingers starting to itch towards his phone, namely in the sequence of the emergency number heâd memorized for tonight. âRyo move- you- oaf-âÂ
Respect for the head of the household be damned, they were deadset on bullying him inside the romantically-decorated room. Finally making him move one foot. Two.Â
As soon as he staggers through the entrance, the towering mahogany doors then slam shut behind him. Somewhat snapping Sukuna out of his little reverie - somewhat. He shakes his head free of that vision of you, gaze dropping to the floor- anywhere but where you were sitting, so beautiful and unbothered.Â
An heir.
Right, an heir. What was that nonsense about six heirs? Right now, he felt heâd be lucky to get to not faint.
âI uh-â You lean closer with a smile when he starts to sputter out, and the act itself nearly makes him take a step back. Heart rushing to the surface of his tattooed skin, âAh, I mean-â
He gulps. And almost as if they were sensing the tension inside the bedroom, the group outside abruptly starts up the distant saxophone of a George Michael. It filters through the slight gaps of the doorway and into the thick silence inside.Â
You were looking at him with a raised brow, clearly waiting for him to speak first with his interesting reaction.
Which is exactly what Ryomen Sukuna does - exactly why he clears his throat gravely. All seven feet of his figure straightening, toned chest puffing out. Jin had told him to smile before he smoldered, and right now Sukuna does neither. Only asking in grim seriousness-
âSo are you uhâŚopen-minded?â
âWhat?â
âWhat?â
BANG!
Heâd removed himself from the honeymoon suite before you could even blink.Â
And as you sat up on the bed in genuine confusion, the clan leader outside - your husband - was crouched against the now-closed bedroom doors. Knees to his pecs, all four palms coming up to cover his face- though, they do nothing to hide the scorching red flushed at the tips of his ears.Â
The elders can only gawk; theyâd known Sukuna since birth, and never had he acted in this manner. Never had he been so flustered, blushed so bright that it looked like he was steaming from his very skin. Flinching at the touch of his brother, he groans once the older one starts punting him with questions.
Jin squawks, âIs your wife okay- are you okay?â
âYes- no.â
âDo I need to call the fire department?â
âNo.â
âThe exorcist-â
âNo no no- fuck! She was just soâŚâ Sukuna finally manages to string together more than one coherent syllable, running his hefty fingers down his features, like he wanted to scrub the embarrassment off of him. And the tail end of his response rings out as nothing but a whisper. So small, so shy. ââŚbeautiful.â
He looks up at the circle surrounding him like he was pleading, âSo, so beautiful.â Baritone dropping into an even lower volume, he scratches the back of his head like a child recounting a crush. âAnd she- she smiled at me, heh. Whatâd I do to end up with a wife like her?â
The elders and family members look at each other.Â
Silence.
At least, as much silence as you could get in the Itadori Estate. Because, before long, Wasuke clutches his aged heart and gasps, âNo!â Only once every pair of eyes has turned to look at him- âMy son has no game.â
The emergency services were called that night.Â
Though, itâs more for a health check on his fatherâs heart than for anything gone wrong with your honeymoon. And Jin thinks thatâs pointedly to do with the fact that you donât have a wedding night - at least, not in the sense of the word.Â
After heâd offered Sukuna a general health check-up too (heâd vehemently denied) and a heart check-up in particular (heâd considered) youâd finally ended up walking out of the bedroom. Barely getting through one word of their overlapping explanations before youâd held up a hand.Â
âItâŚactually might be better if I donât know.â Youâd sagely remarked, and quite smartly. Before turning to your new husband, whoâd all but cowered at your gaze, âBut you need to get some sleep, mister. Donât think I donât know about how cranky you get otherwise.â
âHell yeah, maâam. So true, maâam.â
And Sukuna had sauntered back into the marital suite of his own accord, for a night of sleep. Nothing but sleep - though, Jin thinks he caught Sukuna fist pumping in celebration when you insisted he didnât have to sleep on the couch.
There seemed to be no hope for an heir that night. Or, ever, at this rate.
And the trusty council of elders that were present would later retell the story in the morning after, with varying degrees of humor - some cackling about the fearsome headâs one weakness, others grieving the lack of heirs that the Itadori clan shall now have.
But most had been left with quite a different impression. They eyed each other during breakfast, when youâd come down with no marks, no signs of lost sleep. Surely, there was no other explanation - Ryomen Sukuna was impotent.Â
He might not be the sweetest clan leader, or the most empathetic, or clearly the most savvy with the ladies, but he was their leader nonetheless.Â
And they had to do everything in their power to help.
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â-and then the olâ man starts playing fuckin- I mean, freaking âCareless Whisperâ and then I make a fool of myself-â
âMhm.â
â-but she was oh-so-sweet about it. Which makes no sense, how can one be beautiful and sweet? I mean, look at me- Iâm a right bastard-â
âMhm.â
â-not that Iâm complaining. And then when we shared the bed, heh, she told me âgoodnight.â Can you believe that? Goodnight? Obviously, sheâs into me.â
âMhm.â Five-year-old Itadori Yuji looks up from where heâd been playing with blocks on the archery dojo, âUncle Kuna, can we go play hide-and-seek now?â
But the older man lets go the taut, tough string of his bow- hitting the bullseye of his target dead-on. âYouâre right! Sheâs totally into me- heh, ten points for Sukuna.â It was already nearing sundown, and heâd been cooped up in the Estateâs dojo for hours after the fiasco that was his wedding night a few days ago.Â
Nothing else had occurred between the two of you since. For which he was equally as grateful as he was disappointed - obviously you didnât want to spook him. And obviously he wanted you.
But it wasnât his fault heâd been trained in the arts of commandeering rather than communication.Â
Which is how he found himself with that lilâ nephew of his as a therapist, shooting away arrows with the specialized bow designed for Sukunaâs four beefy arms, and fourfold strength. As if that would help ease the tension.
The clan leader opens his mouth again and itâs enough to make Itadori throw himself back onto the polished wooden floor. Starting off- âAnd did I tell you that when she told me âgoodnightâ it was in a tone of like-â
âAhem.â
If there was anything that could make big, bad Sukuna quieten down, then it certainly wasnât his advisors, or his older brother, or anything else but you.Â
And all you had to do was clear your throat once to signal your intrusion, having wandered your way through the massively sprawling Estate. Youâd somehow led yourself straight to him.
You bow politely, âI hope Iâm not disrupting.â
âC-course not.â To your surprise, your husband speaks first. âWe were just-â
âTalking about you-â You giggle as Itadori instantly runs to cling onto your arms. Excitedly squealing at a mile a minute, âUncle Kuna says that- that he has a huuuuge crush on you and-â
âNo!â Sukuna interjects in panic- that traitor.Â
âAnd- and he liked the way you say âgoodnightâ and-âÂ
âItadori Yuji, I will pay you to stop talking.âÂ
Youâre watching the situation like a tennis match, and Yuji does stop - for about three seconds, that is. Until his voice drops into a conspiratorially low whisper, hands cupping his mouth- âDid you know he also called an exorcist-â
âWhat the f- I did not?â Husky bass damn near cracking, he rips the little boy away from you. âScram, gremlin.â
Pushing at his back to make the toddler waddle away and give the two of you some space, Sukuna hastens to straighten up and puff his chest out. Making sure that the loose fabrics of his training yukata would slip aside to flash you with a sliver of his toned pecs, glistened with a thin layer of sweat.Â
And when - only when - he catches your eyes dipping downwards, he clears his throatâsmooth, Ryomen Sukuna. Youâve made people disappear, you can do smooth- âH-hi.â
His vocals crack.
Nearly passing out from the shame - but you donât seem to mind. âHi to you, too. I see youâre working hard?â
âYeah- I mean no.â As you raise a brow, âWho needs ta work hard when youâre just good?â
âIs that so?â Itâs a blatant brag, but one that didnât go unsubstantiated. Your eyes drift to the side to where targets had been lined along the distant wall, each of them punctured right through the middle with a sharp arrow. âOh, thatâs impressive. I donât think I could ever-â
âWould ya like to try?â
Youâre nearly as shocked as Sukuna at the words that escape his mouth, before he can mull and chew over them first. But that swiftly melts into a look of eagerness once you nod- being handed his hefty bow.
âItâs heavier than normal.â Before you know it, heâs sidled up behind you. Leaned down so close that his warm breath blankets your neck- pointed chin hitting somewhere by your temple, tense core pushed up against you.Â
So close. Easily, two of Sukunaâs hands help you hold the weight of his massive bow, and another two fall down to your waist to guide you. âEasy there, mama.â
âTh-thank you-â Youâre find yourself stammering from the pure intimacy. And it was just so unfair how pliable he found you - heart racing, mind spinning at the thought - angling you bodily to face the targets. âSo I just pull and release, then?â
âMhm. You pull reeeal hard.â Deep, throaty. Youâre noticing just how warm his hands were when theyâre on yours, helping you pull, pull, pull back on the feathery edge. âBreathe in reeeeal slow.â You do, and you feel him match yours. âPosition it.â
His honed strength helps you find the target, and his hands- oh, but his hands were nearly making you lose sight of the bullseye. âAaand-â Two of his rough palms draaaagging down your sides for stability for him to tower over you, and then two more gently rubbing over your hands for reassurance as you- â-shoot.â
Schwingâ!
It lands dead-center in the bullseye.
He grins, âHell yeah.âÂ
âYes!â Youâre hissing, bow still in your arms as you leap into Sukunaâs. It was a brief embrace, just the quickest few seconds - but your husband nearly melts.
With your face tucked into the crook of his neck- his eyes nearly bulge out of his sockets, four massive palms hovering in the air like he didnât know what to do with himself. In a flash, youâre reaching âround your body to let him rest them on your back, and he gasps, âO-oh-â
âOh?â With a slight chuckle, you pull back, and he nearly whines in agony. But this was the Ryomen Sukuna, of course he can hold it backâŚto merely a slight grunt of pain. âThank you for teaching me.â
âThank you for being my wife-â
âPardon?â
âNevermind- I uh-â All four palms come up to cover his face in utter horror- it had been going so well if it wasnât for the clan leaderâs big mouth. Everyday was seemingly an unfortunate reminder that he was related to the blabbermouths that were Jin, Yuji, andâŚ
Speaking of, where was Yuji?
Little did he know that a certain pink-haired toddler was holding a certain group of elders hostage behind the screens that led to the dojoâs entrance. Their bodies, formerly leaned over the doorway to spy on the couple, were now crouched on the floor.Â
Disappointed- how could their revered clan leader not take the bait? Impotency strikes again.
But, right now, the masterminds were slightly more occupied with something else. Fingers to mouths, voices in whispers- begging the little boy standing in front of them to remain quiet.
But Yuji only smiles, standing proudly in front of them. He whispers, âDo you wanna play hide and seek?â
The council of the greatest minds in the household look at each other, âUhâŚno?â Unsure of what else to say to the boy.
Before their ears are pierced by the most noisy child-like shriek of Sukunaâs nameââUncle Kunaaaaaâitâs the exorcists!â
An arrow shoots their way. And by the way it strikes precisely into the wooden panels between the eldersâ heads, precisely where it didnât harm anything but their motivations, their egos, and perhaps slightly their heart conditions - theyâre guessing it was their loving clan leader that shot it.
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Sukuna always did hate stuffy clan meetings.
The ones where documents were piled into columns taller than himself, council men and women spoke over each other to try and earn his attention, and he had to act for hours like he actually tolerated the guest invited that day. All in the name of ah- politics, or whatever.Â
And today was much the same - except for one shocking, sudden surprise. You.Â
You, seated directly opposite him on the large round table now that you were officially part of the clan. You, perfectly positioned for him to take in every pretty inch of you. You, who heâd give anything just to have beside him and chatting his ear off, or helping with his papers.
And, honestly, with a view like that he wouldnât even complain about being forced to discuss- what was it again-
âThe socioeconomic impacts of clan bonding activities and how they-â Choso - whoâd recently started attending for education on the clan - drones in such tired monotone, shrugging at their two-toned guest, Zenin Naoya, without looking up from where he was doodling on some contract. â-could really benefit from those.â
âTch- donât talk like I didnât know that, brat.â Sukuna narrows his eyes down at his eldest nephew.
Only to get a withering eyebrow raise in return, âWell, did you?â
âYesâŚâ No-
And almost as if he could read the pure lie on his uncleâs face, the middle-schooler has the audacity to put his pencil down and grin. More interested in the happenings of the meeting than he had been in four hours now. âOh really? Well then, dear uncle of mine, would you care to explain to your nephew who comes up with these bonding activities?â
âThe fuck do I look like? Stupid? ItâsâŚJin.â It was a guess, no one else would do something like that. He turns his face away from Choso and towards you. Politely laughing at something that the person next to you had said-
âAnd why is it important?â
He grumbles, this damn kid. Absent-mindedly- because oh, how was he expected to focus when your lips move to talk so prettily. As if in slow motion, like in those sappy movies Jin loved. âUh, socio-something or the other-â
âAnd what do we hope to get out of today?â
âErm-â Furrowing his brows, laser-focused on wracking his brain when- you turn his way. All you have to do is look at him for Sukuna to blurt- âSix kids, a summer house, and pets of her choice.âÂ
In stunned silence, Choso only gravely draws a tally count.Â
You: 3
Sukuna: -478
âOi- Iâm at least in the double digits-â
âI think you have bigger things to worry about.â He muters, jabbing a pencil in your direction. âYour wifeâs about to get stolen.â
And oh.
Ryomen Sukuna didnât take kindly to snapping his head over and recognizing that slight glint in Naoyaâs eyes; the way his mouth curled up meanly, body leaning just a tad closer to yours whenever you pulled back. Not kindly at all.Â
Worst of all, heâd just been hit with the realization that it was that rat bastard whoâd been making you laugh while heâd been stuck with duties.Â
Simply on opposite ends of the room, and yet, it feels like an eternity until the hulking clan leader rises from his seat. Feet pounding their way over to where you were, your eyes raise instantly-
âOh, there you are.â You start to smile - only for it to falter, coldly, at the shadowed expression on Sukunaâs face. He looked like heâd just seen a raging ghost, and his expression was downturned as such.Â
You couldnât pinpoint whether it had been the stress or the fact that the future heir to the Zenin clan couldnât take a hint. But youâre trying to soothe him, âYou looked quite busy-â
âI was, ah-â He was always weak to anything you said, â-bondingâŚactivitiesâŚsocioeconomics.â
Sarcastically, âHow riveting.â
âNo need to worry, I kept her company, though.â An annoying, grating voice bursts through your bubble. And before you can do anything to stop him, Naoya has his arm thrown âround the back of your seat. Around the room, one by one, the elders were starting to turn in their own chairs. Discussions dropping to whisper- âAnd my father always does commend my networking skills, clan leader Sukuna.â
And you think Sukuna might burst. You think he might just rip into him-
But, no. Instead, he breaks out into a smile, âAh, young master Zenin, huh? Didnât notice ya there.â A smile that was just slightly jarring, slightlyâŚdangerous. âI see you have met my wife. Quite charming, isnât she?â
âYes yes, quite beautiful.â Naoya waves off with a chuckle, elbowing the taller man where he could reach. Huffing, âThough, I must say, itâs quite smart to let the wife inside a clan meeting. Gives you something to look at, at least.â
You seethe, brows furrowing, âPardon-â But your husband already has a hand signalling you to seat yourself back down comfortably. A commotion was starting to stir by now, and if anyone was going to make a mess of clan politics and reap the consequences, it would be him.
He could and would take the fall for you.
âYoung master Naoya.â He declares in a booming voice, âThe Itadori clan has decided that we would so ah- love to indulge you in a practical example of our very own bonding activities.â
As you tilt your head in slight confusion - this certainly wasnât part of the meeting agenda, and the council seemed to notice it, too, Naoya hums. âOh?â
âRight now. Youâre welcome.â
âWhat? Now? But-âÂ
As the lanky man scrambles in his seat, Sukuna grasps the very back and topples Naoya right out of it. âNo no, let me.â And all it takes is one hand to lift their guest straight into midair and march him out of the room.Â
The door slams shut behind the duo.
And you didnât need to hear the yelps, or the punches, or the begs for mercy to know exactly what your husband had in mind as a âbonding activity.âÂ
It seemed the member of the Zenin clan would be leaving here bruised for his words, and it seemed that the elders were strangelyâŚexcited at the notion? Buzzing impatiently, tittering to each other.Â
It only increases twofold as Sukuna re-enters the meeting hall - knuckles suspiciously bruised, and notably without a pompous heir behind him - and you find yourself fighting back a smile. Muttering some half-hearted lecture about treating guests well, which he seems to lap every word of, you end it off by reaching upwards and kissing the side of Sukunaâs cheek.Â
Fleeting and innocent.
But the elders gasp-
âOh my god- oh my god, itâs happeningââ
âMy moneyâs on a girl child being the firstborn-â
â-maybe heâs only half-impotent-â
Keen eardrums catching the whispers and congratulations, you only have the time to catch the tips of his cheekbones smearing bright red - before the clan leader stumbles back out of the meeting room.
âOh, I think I jinxed it-â
Choso, meanwhile, crinkles his nose and reaches for his eraser and pencil once more.Â
Sukuna: -477
âGnarly.â
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âUncle Kunaâ-!â It was inevitable that every single person inside of Yujiâs cute lilâ kindergarten would end up knowing when his father wouldnât be able to pick him up, and his uncle would arrive instead.
For one, it was all he would talk about the day beforehand. And two, theyâd all hear his shrill squeal- except, most students and teachers used to this little ritual were probably shocked at the scream that followed after. âMamaâ!â
And you were just as caught off-guard.Â
Somewhere, in the distant bushes at the very end of the kindergarten playground, a few elders and Itadori Jin fistbump one another. All those lessons, not gone to waste!
âAh- Yuji?â Youâre fighting the way your voice wobbles in surprise, and it felt like a tiny cannonball had been shot at you with the way he runs straight to you. âWhat did you say, baby?â
Somewhat confused, two large eyes peak up at you. And his voice is tiny, âMama?â
Ruffling the curly pink locks of Yujiâs hair, you just-so-happen to glance at the boyâs uncle. Your husband. Who was currently steaming from his ears and flushed bright crimson, veins bulging at his forehead, mouth opening and closing stupidly. âI- you- who-â
He was speechless.
Barely even breathing- honestly, youâre hit with the slight urge to reach forwards and feel for Sukunaâs pulse before a calm voice breaks through. âAh! I see Yujiâs favorite uncle is here today.â A soft, bowl-cut man claps his hands as he walks up. Your eyes drop down to his nametag and read âHaibara.â âAnd you must be-â
âMy wife-â Sukuna spits out, before another word can leave Haibaraâs mouth. âMy wife, Jin could never pull anyone like-â
âExcuse my husband.â
âYes, maâam.â
With yourself properly introduced - this time with names - you find yourself laughing along to one of Haibaraâs anecdotes of Yuji, something to do with a dare and attempting to eat a terribly finger-shaped stick. He smiles breezily at you and hums, âHeâs a good kid, and seems to be very fond of you. You should come visit more often.â
âWell, I hope to.â Grinning right back, you squeeze Yujiâs squirming body as Sukuna takes off his tiny back-pack. And you canât help but think that it all felt soâŚdomestic.Â
Evidently, the cozy atmosphere had been obvious. Haibara ponders out loud, âForgive me for asking, but do the two of you plan on having children soon? You seem like youâd be wonderful parents.â
Oh, you look at Sukuna. And Sukuna doesnât meet your eyes, though, with his face turned straight ahead- what you could see was the way the tips of his ears were slowly starting to redden.
It seems like ages, it seems like he was waiting for your answer just as Haibara innocently was. And your mouth opens-
âMister Haibawa, Yujiâs uncle canât be a parent, heâs already an exorcist.â What the fâthe trio of adults snapped their heads down to see that a black-haired boy - another Zenin, confound it - had just tugged on his teacherâs sweater. Butting into the conversation- Sukuna thinks he could recall this boyâs name, something Gummy? Megumi?
âOh?â Then it wasnât an orange-haired girl on his other side, âMy mommy says heâs unemployed.â
âThat, too.â
Somewhere, in the distant bushes at the very end of the kindergarten playground, a few elders and Itadori Jin facepalm. All those lessons, gone to waste!
âWell I donât think he can be a parent because he looks stupid.â This time, one burly boy with a buzzcut enters the scene. And he was sparing no punches, both metaphorically and literally - he knocks out a good few backhands against Sukunaâs core.Â
âThat, too.â
âHe doesnât look stupid, Todo.â His nephew whines at him- thatâs his boy!Â
Sukuna could almost shed a tear, oh, how proud he was. So proud, in fact, that heâs hoisting the babbling boy over his shoulders without a second thought.Â
Maybe Jin hadnât completely failed as a father, after all. Maybe the boy wasnât a hopeless case and had actually come to appreciate the strong, kind parental figure that was his uncle- âHe just looks sorta stupid when he thinks heâll embarrass himself in front of his wife. Because he does that a lot. Thatâs all.â
âLike the time with the exorcist.â Megumi nods, sagely.
âLike the time with the exorcist.â Yuji agrees, smacking the top of Sukunaâs head.Â
âThere- there was no time with the exorcist.â The clan leader tries to clarify to an extremely confused Haibara.Â
And the girl - Nobara, according to the nametag on her glittery back-pack - points up at him, accusing. âI like his hair. He also canât be a parent because he wears wigs.â
Sukuna growls, âYouâre just jealous, bob-cut-â
You furrow your brows, âDo you wear wigs?â
âNo.â
Yuji giggles, âWill you wear wigs?â
âNo-â
âWhen will you wear wigs?âÂ
âNever!â Honestly, children these days. He damn near pounces on Haibara, whoâd asked that last question.
Megumi - honestly what was this kidâs problem - seems to pipe up for the sake of piping up, âAnd he steals candy from babies.â
âThat was one time-â
âHey hey-â Without warning, Todo was tugging on Sukunaâs trousers to gain his attention. Snickering as the older man looks down with the most weary face in existence, âYou wanna learn how to actually impress fine shyt?â
âWhat isâŚfine sh-â
âThatâs enough for today. I think.â Their teacher claps his hands, âAnd Todo Aoi what have I told you about using certain words? Donât think I wonât have a talk with your guardian again, young man.â Flustered, he throws an apologetic look your way before corralling his tiny students inside. âNow- inside!â
You can finally breathe a sigh of relief - finally, finally.Â
Though, you donât know what bewilders you more - the fact that they listen, or the fact that Todo was the only one that didnât. And it was all because of the fact that he had Ryomen Sukuna kneeled down to match his height, mouth snarling, but head nodding intently to whatever Todo was whispering in his ear. You look at Haibara, and he shrugs just as helplessly.
âUmmâŚmister Haibara?â Another one. The pink-haired manâs soul damn near leaves his body as another teeny, toddling monster starts pulling on the teacherâs sweater.Â
Likely expecting an encore of the chaos just prior, his smile stretches thin. âYes, Toge?â And you, too, start praying that it wasnât any more love advice, or choice words about Sukunaâs character.
Pale hair cut into severe bangs, the boy mumbles in a small voice, âThereâs some old men in the bushes.â
Ryomen Sukuna has never run up to a bush to kick it so fast.Â
And, later, with Jin left explaining to the teachers and the elders still walking off their bruises, he found himself walking down a softly sunlit road with you. Yuji now fast asleep on his shoulders, and you by his side.
It was a perfect day. Made only more perfect by the gentle tugging of your husbandâs fingers towards yours, in midair. In all his years, itâs perhaps the scariest thing heâs done. They hesitate, and then they reach - the slow curves of his digits gliding down your wrist, before interlocking with yours. Warm. Firm. And yet, softer than his palms have ever felt.Â
He thinks he catches you smiling, and Sukuna thinks Todoâs advice might not have been so bad after all.Â
And from a nearby bush, Itadori Jin pumps his fist in success. Impotency or not, not a complete waste, then.
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One night a week later, the elders decide, push should come to shove.
Literally; cold towels were thrust into your hands before youâd been shoved through the damp wooden gates of the Itadori householdâs bathroom. It was the largest one, special in the way a large portion of the room was occupied by a steaming hot spring.
And from your position at the very edge of the humid chamber, you could see the toned shoulders of Ryomen Sukuna. Back turned to the door, just the upper half of his body was peaking out of the water. Glistened with dampness, deltoids flexed as he leans his elbows back against the floor.
Youâre semi-glancing behind you at the members of the council that had all but thrown you inside- something about âmarital bonding.â Which was really just a way for them to take care of their headâs little ahâŚrumored problem.Â
To them, it was perfect - your gorgeous wife comes up to you in a hot spring andâŚhelps. What more could he want? After all, thereâs nothing wrong with impotency - there was just something wrong with their clan leader.
Youâre game either way.
And you gently knock against the wall to denote your entrance, before walking up to where Sukuna was gawking from now. âWh-what are you doing here?â
âHelping.â You reply simply, wringing the towels before folding them over his heated forehead. âDo you wish for me to leave-â
âN-no!â
It comes out faster than heâd have liked, more hitched than he would have liked. Honestly, the sentence barely even leaves your lips before Sukuna sits up straighter. Letting sploshes of scalding water drip down his abs, he leans further back against your touch. âI mean- stay.â
âMhm, I heard you had a long day.â
âThe worst, mama.â And part of his response is half-grunted with the way youâve now situated yourself properly behind him. With your lap now a bed for his damp head, fingers weaving through those coral pink locks. âHad to refurbish the dojo, then take care of the problem with that damn Zenin bratâŚthen donate to YujiâsâŚkindergarten, thenâŚpromote a few elders⌠and one I had toâŚâ Heavier and heavier, he was sinking into you with each nimble movement of your fingertips. â-fuck.â
âYou fucked an elder before you fucked me?â You raise a brow in humor.
âHuh- no!â Heâs growling, steam curling from the water. And as youâd briefly halted your ministrations to tease him, he guides your hands back to move. âI would neverâŚeugh. Shit, canât even imagine doing somethinâ like that with anyone but you.â
Suddenly, itâs silent. Except for the slow curdle of the water, and the soft grunts that Sukuna was oh-so-desperately trying to bite back.Â
Fuck, he was so handsome.
Such naturally chiselled muscles, and dark circular tattoos on just about every joint he had.Â
You massage his burning temples, slipping down into the longish length of his hair. âOh, is that so? And do you imagine it often with me, clan leader Sukuna?â
âStop being such a fuckinâ tease.â Hissing, Sukunaâs prominent Adamâs apple bobs as he practically begs. And he looked so pretty when he was begging; brows upturned, mouth unintentionally pouty. âHow can I help myself?â
âAnd am I doing anything to stop that?â
âYes-â Forgoing the massage, Sukuna now stops your right hand. Holding it tightly as he turns his head and presses a kiss to the tender inside of your wrist, hot with water and his blush. âJust existing is enough.â
âSukunaâŚâ
Your mouth parts, and itâs like a string being drawn- your lips are on his. Itâs messy, with the way heâd angled himself from upside down, tilted up just to sliiide the plushness of his mouth across yours. Itâs light, like he was holding himself back.
And you knew what he was capable of.
Which was likely what made you reach for the back of his head, pulling him in to deepen the kiss. Gasping, your mouth just barely parts for his hungry maw to clasp âround your sugary tongue. Suckingâbefore-
Before a button clicks, and suddenly the bathroom walls are trembling with lyrics singing âI just had sexââ
You couldâve caught whiplash with how fast youâre both staring at the entrance: meeting with the sight of the several elders, Wasuke, and a ridiculously large boombox. Piled onto an embarrassing heap on the floor, theyâd seemingly fallen over- likely from their spying over one corner of the door.Â
âAnd it felt so goodââ
âWrong one dammit- this is what Wasuke was on music.â Youâre catching one of them murmur. Just about the only thing they have time for before scurrying away - leaving the boombox very, very behind. And you donât have to look behind you to know that Ryomen Sukuna was likely seething enough to make the spring water itself bubble.Â
Sukuna growls, âFucking George Michael.â
âActually I think thatâs Akon.â
Sukuna slams his open palm against the edge of the pool, and you have to open up your palms to stop yourself from being splashed. He murmurs, more to himself, âAll because I didnât wanna fuckinâ scare you- not that theyâd-â
âWait, whyâd you think youâd scare me?â You ask in confusion.
To which he looks at you in genuine bewilderment, as if that wasnât even worthy to be a question. âYouâre beautiful.â He states, like there were no truer words.Â
Before gesturing at himself- those naturally rosy locks, the four arms, the faint slash across his abs where they said his second mouth was to be. Cursed with strength, cursed with power, cursed with looks that defined him as something more than human. âLook at me- just fuckinâ look at me. And thatâs not all- how shall I be expected to live a normal marriage when Iâve been cursed from birth? I only ask for forgiveness that Iâd been selfish with my choice of you, my wife-â
âWell, I donât forgive you.âÂ
Itâs silence, and he looks torn between hanging his head in understanding, and taking your words head on.
âBecause I think youâre beautiful, too.â You say it honestly. âMy beautiful husband.â
And, for not the last time that night, the big, bad cursed Sukuna blushes.
âFelt so good~â
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âSh-shitââ Your back arches lewdly, allll the way back until your naked, puffy core could reach as much of Sukunaâs mouth as possible. âThink I like it better when youâre like- ngh, this.â
Just a few minutes and one rapid trip to your bedroom later found you with your previous clothes in a heap across Sukunaâs bedroom floor. Your thighs shakinâ, hips bucking wildly as you straddled his mouthâno, not his first.Â
You were riding his second mouth.
The wildly monstrous one slashed across the middle of his stomach, large and hungry. Heâd gaped it open immediately once youâd clamored up his washboard abs, letting the curled tip of his second tongue slide deftly between your inner thighs.
Playfully flickering in patterns straight up to the target of your cunt-
âHaaah, so youâve decided you like- mmm, this mouth more than me?â One of his four hands teasingly dips downwards to grace your pussy with a solid spank.Â
So loud, so wet that it makes his cursed mouth lick its lips in greed. âReally not gonna talk tâme now then? Not even through these lips?â Another one. And itâs letting off the rawest slurp that muffles your own squeal- âThough, I think she disagrees, huh, baby?â
Through gritted teeth, you somehow manage to force out, âShut up-â
âAlright alriiiight.â Sukuna trails off, seemingly back to focusing on the ministrations of his tongue.Â
Your eyes are dangerously on the verge of criss-crossing as he glissades it up every bead of slick escaping you. Laid flat nâ draaaaagging across every inch of skin he could reach, the flexible tip of his tastebuds were just barely touching your treacly folds when-
Spank!
Even harder this time. And your mind whirls stupidly at the stinging sensation that just felt so good- âN-ngh, fuckââ
You were bending so cutely on top of him, and Sukuna canât help but lean his hulking figure further down the king-sized mattress. âAtta girl.â Bucking up so that youâre fully seated on top of his second mouth now, slick dribbling all down his obliques, his cursed tongue glued to your clit.Â
Sticking between your folds, his pinkish tastebuds rover âround and âround that fat nub where you were most sensitive. Just barely gurgling out, âAnd here I th-thought you were shy-âÂ
âAnd here I thought you were dumbified, hmpf.â With a roll of his eyes, your husband chuckles. âGuess not yet.â
It was as much a warning as he would give you - and it wasnât a warning at all.
Before the fat girth of his finger is rudely pryinâ apart your pussylips and shoving the first few inches inside. Until youâre being spearheaded by him, heâs trying to scope every inch of you. Heâs trying to snake his muscle in until heâs probed into every nook nâ cranny.
âF-fuuuuuckââ Sukuna groans out, watching through half-lidded peripherals at the way your tight hole was trying to suck him up. So thick, he can count every throb of your walls around him, one-two-three-four- âAre we sure yer not dumbified- hah, already? Look how fucking wet ya are, mama.â
âN-ngh, Kunaââ
Your whines are botched with pants, after each time his finger is swabbing its way inside. Fitting in two- moving in the slightest half-ruts just to fit inside- again. And again and again.
Each passing second had him probinâ into a new corner of your pussy - and yet, it still wasnât enough for the clan leader. Which is why Sukuna finds his tongue slithering back and forth your folds, pushing them apart until he was given a front row seat to your depravity. âSee? A damn- fuck- waterpark. Are ya always like this or mâI just special, huh?â
âYouâre not gonna be special if you- mmpf, talk so- ngh, much-â The stretch is so incredible that youâre forced to bite down on the gummy insides of your cheek. A necessity if you didnât want to wake the entire house up tonight.
But Sukuna had other plans.
Rose brows raising in slight surprise, âOhhhh? That good, huh?â The edges of his sleazy grin twitch once heâs tugginâ on your dripping wet entrance even further, pumping in the expanse of a third lengthy finger. âMâjust gonna take that as a sign mâspecial~â
âKuna-â
Oh, you were just so pretty huffinâ and puffinâ atop him like this. Itâs enough to make his second mouth slobber with greed, edging dangerously towards the circle of your stuffed hole. âAlright alriiight. Brace yourself, baby.â
âBrace m- wha- oh.â
Before you know it, his fat fingerpads are pushed oh-so-deeply inside. So deep that you think heâs filling out every drivelling orifice, pumping furiously.Â
Sukuna fucks you with his fingers like heâs trying to make you remember. Like heâs trying to hook into all of your sweetest spots, the ridges of his joints brush up slightly against your g-spot. You mewl, âItâs so- oh, Iâve never felt so full-â
âYeahhhh- those fingers of yours canât do this, huh? Poor thing.â Fauxly cooing, heâs rovering you so open. Your husbandâs fingers were so big that he didnât even have to try to leave you trembling- to leave you whimpering as he pulls out in a quick split-second.
Wordlessly despite your disappointed cries, you crack your teary eyelids open to find that Sukuna was slipping off the silver metal wedding ring off of one of his left hands. And pushing it down onto his slick-glazed right hand- before thoroughly thrusting. âSâgonna be a stretch- gonna be a biiig stretch. You can take it, mama.â
âC-can I?â Your thighs twitch stupidly at the frigid feeling of his ring scraping your soft insides.Â
This way, you could pinpoint the exact way he was moving inside of you: in and out in and out, curling to hit your g-spot.Â
And Sukuna can tell the exact moment his stirrinâ fingers target your most sensitive spot- because youâre panting, youâre bucking. Youâre throwing your head back once he plunges his slick-glazed fingers out to do it all over again and again, until his knuckles hit your pussylips raw. âHell yeah, ya can. Howâre you gonna, mmm, take all of me if you canât even- oh, take these, hm?â
Youâre pouting, âI-I canâŚâ
âWhatâs that?â
In an effort to prove it to him, you bounce your hips right back into his sloppy cadence. âI can-â And it only makes your cunt squelch even louder the closer you are to his slippery tongue.Â
âYou can?â
âY-â
His hips jerk upwards roughly, grazing that ridged texture of his tastebuds from the very bottom of your pussy, up, up, up to the tip of your slope. And itâs loud. âYou can?â Your heart races, itâs only then that you realize he wasnât talking to you - he was talking to your other pair of lips. âThen take it- take- ngh.â
Harder and harder. His probinâ mess was reaching a fever point and youâre rubbing yourself pathetically on the prolonged muscle of his tongue.Â
And the more ravenous his cursed mouth became - edging his globular tip nearer nâ nearer to your stretched-out hole - the more ruined he was becoming. Bucking himself up animalistically, two hands of his control the grindinâ of your hips- manhandling you down just enough so that the wetness of your cunt just barely touches his rock-hard cocks.Â
âF-fuck!â Youâre whining at the feeling of two thick mushroomy tips touching your skin.Â
And Sukuna doesnât touch himself- no matter how many hands he has. Having you on top of him like this would be a sure-fire way to cream himself in his pants before he even started. His pretty lips wobbling, eyes scrunching closer the harder his aching erections throbbed.Â
He was so sexy. And you canât stop yourself from staring- something he notices even when heâs in this state. âWh-what?â Flinching at the sheer intensity, âThe fuck are ya looking at, huh?â
âIâm just th-thinkingâŚâ And you have to stop yourself from moaning as he pulls out his plump fingers in punishment. They were glistening, dripping with so much of your juicy sap that Sukuna sucks clean in front of you.Â
Before slipping back inââThat Iâd- oh- love to make you, mmm, shut up.â
Rolling his crimson eyes, âOh, youâd love to make me shut up, huh?â And he was so smug. So sure of himselfâŚuntil the leader catches onto the way youâd been rutting against his second mouth. Riding. And, slowly, those hazy peripherals of his widen- âFuckâŚdonât tell me-â
You only nod.
â-you seriously wanna be fucked by my cursed mouth?â
Nodding drunkenly again-
âO-oh.â His head falls back into the satin pillows as youâre slipping it in, the slimy tendril of his tongue finally scouring into where heâd wanted to for so long now.Â
It feels incredible.Â
Finally hooking âround your tight entrance to push in, in, inâheâs just so big that once Sukunaâs unfurling his greedy tongue, it feels damn near never-ending. And you felt so tight pulsing around him, squeezing him inside once, twice, thrice. âYa- ya really are gonna be the death of me- fuck!â
You start to ride him and it makes the big, bad Ryomen Sukuna mooooan, twitching his way inside of you. Since you were already softened up by his fingers, it was easy work for him to pull out and immediately replace himself with those rude tastebuds of his.Â
Straightened out so he can probe around your walls, the length of his cursed tongue was pumping nâ pumping.
Youâd never felt anything like this before. And you swear you see the mouth on his belly chuckle darkly as he fucks you like he would with his cocks. Salivating. Sploshing your poor insides until you have him memorized.Â
Sukunaâs tongue swerves along your walls until he brushes the very back of your cervix, softly mushing it in. Again. And again. And againââFuh-fuuuuckââ Youâre gurgling out, wet wads of saliva dribbling down each side of your lips. âWhoâs the one dumbified now?â
âWh-what- ngh-â His eardrums were popped from the pure pressure, barely able to make out your words.
And through the constant rams of his tongue, you manage to string together- âI-I said, whoâs the- oh, dumbified one n- oh!â
âYou.â In that very moment, he has his bumpy tastebuds glued to your g-spot, his hips arching right off the tense bedsprings, core tensed. Sukuna slashes his cursed mouth into your favorite area and grooooans, âStill you.â
Mouth prattling nonsensically, âTh-thatâs cheating-â
âNuh uh.â
He squeezes your perked clit with the tips of his rude fingers, still with the ring on one of them. And the backs of your eyes explode with white-hot pleasure at the dual pleasure - his tongue fucking you ferally, his digits teasing your clit. âYes it is- hngh, because itâs gonna make meâŚâ
Cum.
You were so close, you could feel it in each swab of his tongue. Gaped open even wider for the most maximum movements, each thrash is angled just right against your g-spot.
Just right to stretch out your glistening walls until theyâre taking the shape of him. And he hums, âYeahhhhhâ all over.â Your clingy slick is drenching his abs by now, like a waterfall that heâs scooping up with a fourth hand.Â
One on your clit, two on your hips to move you pliably up nâ down his length, and his final one getting absolutely soaked. Sukuna brings them up to his primary mouth to suck off the layers of candied slick, smearing it all over his lips like some delicacy. âYeah, allll over now, mama. Make a hah- mess of me.â
Your jaw unfastens as you watch him clean himself off, every single drop. âOh myâŚhngh.â
âWhat? Mmm, jealous?â Ruder, harder. It was just so sloppy how his mouth rovered all over your cunt, slippinâ and slidinâ back and forth at a constant pace. âMaybe if you were, hah, patient, you couldâve gotten that.â
âAs if Iâd want thatâŚâ Youâre huffing, stubborn.
âMy wife, youâre just- about- to cum- on me.â The space between each word is slashed with a push of his rovering fat tip, and a thorough squeeze on your clit.
To which youâre shooting back- âAnd you were about to cum- ngh, untouched.â
And you think heâll tease you back. You think heâll bully you until youâre driven mad - but Ryomen Sukuna was moaning in agreement.
Speeding up the pace of his velvety tongue, heâs slithering it with a deep bash against your g-spot. Grunting, âCan you blame me?â Harder. Something at the back of his throat cracks. He begs, âSuch a pretty, oh, fuckinâ wife like you and- and Iâm expected to stay calm?â
Hiccuping, âI- I donât- Kuna, Iâm not gonna last-â
Faster. âMâexpected not to get pussydrunk? Expected to not fucking- lose it. F-fuck-â Sloppier.Â
And you donât get to hear what the tail end of his sentence might have been. Because with a few more vulgar strokes, youâre breaking apartâcumming.Â
Lids cracking with tears, lips wobbling out whines.
His name, over and over again. Your cute noises are so loud that he has half the mind to wonder whether those damn elders will hear, âCumâing-â You announce, belatedly. Body shaking with each peak of your high, âFeels so- so good, oh.â
âDoes it, now?â He babbles away, drunk on your honeyed pussy. The sheer primal clench of your walls almost made it hard for him to fuck you through your wave of bliss. âGood- good, atta girl, cream all down my t-tongue now.â
The curvaceous tip of his tongue was constantly pricking your g-spot, and it only drags out your orgasm even further. Until you were nothing but a sobbing mess, âAm- oh, I am.â
âMhmmmâ go ahead.â Your thighs twitch, head dropping backwards as the last few dredges of your high are pounded away. âGo ahead- take it. Take it all out on me.â With a few twinges of electricity that zap down your spine, you can finally manage to crack open your eyes.Â
But you notice that just as youâve reached your high, Sukuna did, too.Â
Or, at least, he was trying oh-so-desperately not to.
As your pace lazes, his two hands on your waist glide down to his plump, aching erections. Both sets of thumbs rover on top of his leaking orifices, squeezing just so he wonât leak out in cum. Stopping himself from cumming untouched.Â
And that makes you huff, âKunaâŚâ Your newfound nickname for him makes him flush, and you instantly swat away his hands. âWant it now.â
âCheh-â Those hazy, blood-red eyes of his narrow, and somewhere in the distance, you can hear the tight snap of his underwear being pulled. âWhat a spoiled lilâ wifeâŚâ
But that wouldnât stop him from indulging you, of course.
Sukuna breathes in heavy puffs, and you barely even have the time to catch yours before heâs immediately clawing onto the right side of your ass cheek with one hand.
Usinâ that sinful leverage to manhandle you straight down onto one of his plush tips, the thick circumference of his shaft throbs against your hole and you moan. Head snapping down- âFuck.â
Oh, fuck.
He was soâŚbig.
And that was being humble- youâd come to learn that not only was Sukuna gifted with extra height and limbs, he was gifted with extra size too.Â
Two fat, veiny lengths laid between two meaty thighs, they were colored the prettiest tan flush on their tips. Dribbling down heaps of precum that puddled between the two of you. By now, the curly pink hairs at the bottom of his bases were already drenched, and his ballsack was so tight with need.Â
 Sukuna was so hard that every throb was visible. So big that it made your thighs squeeze together.
Mentally, youâre calculating just how it might be possible for him to fit inside you. Before his rough tone cuts off your thoughts, âAh ah- we can count together, mama. Say it wâme now-âÂ
âWha- one!â Almost laughable, heâs then bullying in just the thickened front of one cock. They were stacked vertically, and as you get pierced by the lower one, his upper one was rubbinâ primally on your front.Â
Sukunaâs mean fingers draw an invisible line from up your treacly slit, measuring. âMmm- sâmore like two inches.â
âTwo-â You blabber, âThen how much more-â
âGuess weâll just have to find out, heh~â
And he meant it.
Before long, Sukuna was fucking up into you furiously. Ferally. Thrust after half-thrusts just to fit his incredible size inside, âThaâs about fourâŚmmm, more three.â Heâs drunk on your pussy, counting away how many solid, sopping inches managed to be squeezed in each time. In a split-second, your poor pussyâs being spanked. âYou too, baby.â
âItâs just so- nghââ Your head throws back for the nth time tonight, singing in synchronization with the creaks of the bed.Â
Itâs like he was jackhammerinâ you, mazing your slick-filled insides with the globe of his cockhead. Sukuna was so long that it was easy to massage your every sweet spot- again and again. âWhaaaat? Canât take it? Fuck, weeâre only about-â On your tummy, he measures out how far heâd slid inside by now. âS-six inches, still. About halfway?â
Your eyes bulgeâhalfway?
Itâs a shock so large that the rest of your body loosens up, weakened. Just perfect for him to grab onto your hips, your thighs, one hand on your neck to jostle your cute body up nâ down his cock.
âSâit too much for my, mmm, good wife?â Mercilessly, heâs spitting between your ajar mouth. âTook my tongue but you canât even take one of my cocks- aw, câmon now, mama.â
âI-I-â
âI-I-I- whaaaat?â Octaves higher. Your husband leans in until his heated breath burns the shell of your ear, whispering, âGonna hafta speak up, yâknow? Unless ya want me to- fuck- it out- of you-â
And you always did surprise him. Because where the head of the Itadori clan expected to be met with a few sobs, a few pleas, youâre only straddling his toned hips tighter.Â
Swervinâ your hips down in a dizzying figure-eight to help him stuff your cunt full of him. And even though it still wasnât enough to bottom out completely, you look up at him through teary lashes. âI want both, Kuna.â
Sukunaâs pink lashes flutter, his breath catches. âWh-what?â And he stutters. Oh, youâd made him stutter - just as nervous and awestruck as he was on your wedding night.
âBoth.â You can only repeat the word.
Because at that very secondâ before your response has even graced his very ears, heâs rutting up into you like an animal. Like a dog in heat, Sukunaâs crushing your front to his abs and his cocks to your cunt.
Pap!
âFuckâŚâ He hisses at the sting of flesh slamming on flesh, âEleven. What was that?â
And youâre being dumbified by the sheer stretch, not only had he started kissinâ your puckered pussylips with his second cock - he was starting to press inside. No hesitation, no waiting around for you to get used to the stretch. Sukuna was hungry.Â
You somehow choke through wads of your own spit, âMore- both- oh fuck!â
âWhat? S-say it again-â Heâs like a broken record at this point, and so were his plunging cocks. Deeper nâ deeper. Your drivelling entrance was now stretched out so widely over the circumferences of his bases, sobbing just as much as you were.Â
âBo-â
âTwelve- again.â
It was a damn wonder that he could still spit out coherent words. Stammering. Heaving.
The hand of Sukunaâs thatâd been caressing your front was now slithering down to cup both his shafts. Guiding them upwards to press inââGonna have ya take it a-all until here-â You snap your head down to see what he was talking about - only to catch a lilâ youâd missed in your observations of his size before.Â
Those two ring tattoos at the base ends of his cocks.
The sight itself is so lecherous that it has you moaning- âOh, yes- both.â
âYeah? So sit pretty and take it, baby.â They were glistening with your sultry sap, nearly kissing your folds by now. âAllll the way until mâtattoos- got it, girl? Alllll the way untilâŚâ Stupidly, youâre nodding. And he can only breathe through clenched teeth, âFuh-fuck! Thirteen.â
Thirteen.
Thirteen entire inches - each.
Youâd finally reached the tattoos. And they were stuffed pretty nâ puffily inside you. Throb-throb-throbbing away against your every tiny orifice, Sukuna didnât even have to try to mold your gooey cunt to him.Â
As you open your mouth to demand him to move, he plunges in two of his thick fingers. Messily dragging himself towards the back of your throat, âTch- such a dangerous fuckinâ mouth. Mâgonna hafta fuck that outta ya.â
Youâre whimpering, your jaw dangling agape perfectly for him to spit inside. And then his second mouthâtargetting your pussy with a thick glue of spittle.
At least he was nice enough to give you an actual semi-warning this time.
Because before long, two hands are clawing at your sides. Pinning you down so that his two shafts can prick your cervix neatly, bottomed out and yet still trying to go deeper.
When he finds that futile, Sukuna bodily bounces you up nâ down his upright erections. âOh my god- o-oh my god.â One of his angular shafts was bashing in your sponged cervix, and the other was just below nâ cutely rubbing on your g-spot. âFuck it just feels so- good!â
âAaaaatta girl, enjoy it.â With a hand on your throat, he bends you back into an arch.Â
The pressure is almost too much - so much. You find your body naturally torn between running away and yearning for more, more, more. Though, luckily, the clan leaderâs there to help you make that decision. âNuh uh, no runninâ, baby. Put your back into it- taaaake it, you see how much she likes it?â
âCan- can hear-â
âMhmââ
And truly, your overfilling pussy was so loud. Every splatter of precum inside you made the most primal squelches- and the volume?Â
The sheer sploshes of his gooey translucent sap was enough to bloat your pussy. But now with two plump, vein-covered cocks of his probinâ your innards, he was fucking a tummy bulge into you. You gasp at the feeling, âI d-didnât even know that was- hck! possible-â
âHeh, course it isâAnd yâknow how to make that cute lilâ tummy bulge of yours even bigger?â Sukuna beckons you closer, like heâs about to tell you a secret.
Even though, really, heâs manhandling you like a ragdoll. Reeling you in until his scorched hot lips were grazing your own, murmuring. âI justâŚhaftaâŚfuck a baby into you, my wife.â
Almost on cue - like a little preparation - both of his strawberry-red divots stream out a few beads of precum. Splattered against your walls, they drip nâ cream down the sides of your pussy and make you see stars. âI would like that- oh, I would- I would like that.â
âMmmâ and what about you?â
Evidently, your needy cuntâs in agreement, too. Because the wettest noises suddenly let off from between your legs- and only later do you realize that it wasnât just because of how damp your pussy was. No, it was because of his second mouth.
Tonguing down the shimmery sheen of slick upon each of your thighs, he licks up every drop of juice you were leaking. Flicking the curly end of his tongue at your clit-
âAh ah- focus on me.â Sukuna snaps you out of your high with a light spank on your slope, and a literal click of his fingers.Â
âB-but how can I when it feels so gooodââ
âSo goooood, huh?â He drags it out purposefully, pressing his thumping veins against the roof of your channel.Â
Sukuna knew the effect he had on you. He knew how to target your favorite spot in strikes so precise that it left your toes curling, vision flashing with white. âTell me-â Right now, he had one hand smearing apart your folds to better let his tongue slip between them. Another two hands clung onto your waist to help you move, and the fourth and final was grabbing your face. Pushing your cheeks together pathetically, âCanât focus? Awww, my poor wife. Are that- oh, useless at focusing on anything that isnât my two c-cocks right now?â
âN-ngh, Kunaââ Cute. How cute. Your dilated pupils were swirlinâ in circles inside the whites of your eyes, comically pounded stupid after each stroke upon stroke.
âSâthat the case, huh? Is that why my mouthy girl is so- oh, fuck- quiet now?â Heâs almost snickering- itâs so ruthless.Â
Heavy hips pressuring up into you. He was pounding you in rough thrusts, all the way from the mazing curve of his cockheads to those tickling tufts of pink at his very bottom. And Sukuna has the audacity to spitââFuck, mama. Do you even know your name right now?â
Your brain was too hazy, merely sparking with twitches of pleasure. Youâre left blubbering nonsensically for a few seconds, until his tongue slaps your buttony clit. Startling you into answering, âI-IâŚâ
âHeh, do you even know mine?â
âK-Kunaââ You might not remember your own name by now, but screaming Sukunaâs over nâ over had permanently branded his into your mind.Â
And so you look up at your husbandâs handsome, leering features for any recognition. Only to find him tutting, âNow now, how disa- oh, disappointing. I thought youâd most importantly know who I am, at least.â
âThenâŚclan leader?â
âNuh uh.â
Pouting, âB-but â
âB-b-b-but-â Heâs mocking, buttery tongue now rubbinâ your nub raw. You felt overstimulated enough to press your chin between his puffy pecs, like cushions. Sheening out drool all over his skin- âSay my title before you cum, baby.â You listen with bated breath, âMâyour husband. And mâalways gonna be your husband.â
âM-my husband?â Your mouth drops - and youâre unsure whether itâs because of his words, or the sudden increase of his tempo. Hot and hard.
His twin, rock-hard crowns plummet all the way until you swear you can feel him poke your lungs. Throbbing at a thunderous staccato, he breathesââGonna be your husband that fucks you like th-thiiiisââ Punctuated by a few sloppy drags of his vein-decorated lengths, âGonna be your husband that eats you out like mâstarved.â A few hearts that heâs drawinâ on your clit with his extra prolonged tongue.
âFuck- fuck Iâm gonnaââ
As your sobs break off, his roughened hand dips from your throat to the slick nâ precum dripping down your thighs. And you faintly notice the way heâs using the moisture to write out his own nameâ
Ryomen Sukuna.Â
Signed off with a little heart on your skin, âAnd mâgonna be your husband thatâŚâ And a second heart right above where your womb was, where he was jackhammering into your womb like no other. Flooding it with copious knots of cum like he was practising for something else soon.Â
Sukuna leans down sweetly so that his lips trace your earlobe, whispering. â-breeds this pretty pussy alllll full.â Tapping the front of your pussy, like he was just imagining it.
And that does it for you. That does it.
Before long your head falls into the crook of his neck with a dull thud, so utterly dumbified on your sudden orgasm that you can only blabber. âKuna- Kunaâ!âÂ
Your thighs were shaking, cunt fluttering with each spasm of pleasure.
And if Sukuna was going to fuck you through your high, he was going to fuck you through your high. Every probe of his rovering cocks increased your bliss tenfold, exact hits to your g-spot.Â
Sobbing, âPlease-â You can only hold onto his flexed, tattooed deltoids for dear life. Clawing down his skin due to the constant stimulation, you bow your spine backwards and meet his ferocious thrusts. Riding out the euphoria- spark after spark that made your toes curl.
Grunting, he just felt so used right now. And he loved it. âYes yes yes- let this entire house know. Let that whole council ngh- hear how good of a husband I am to you.â
It lasts until youâre gurgling on your own whines, zaps of electricity still shooting from your cunt. âLet them-â And Sukuna dares to smush your tear-wettened cheeks together to coo, âFuck, whatâs thatâ? Whatâs that pretty mouth hafta- hngh, say tâme?â
And you somehow manage out, âI-inside.â A shaky hand of yours snakes down to part your pussylips wider, helping his roverinâ tongue. âMy husbandâŚâ
Ryomen Sukunaâs eyes widen, his kiss-bitten lips part.
You could almost hear the deep, trembling gasp that heâs inhaling. Letting out only five wordsââI l-love you, my wife.â
You arenât granted the time to formulate a response- before his thick, battered cockheads start spilling out. Flooding your cunt in mere seconds, youâre just dripping down your thighs in thick clumps of his seed.
And his cursed mouth is more than happy to indulge in all the miry ribbons of sap, lickinâ all upwards until a thin, ivory gloss coats its lips. Sukuna looks down and groans, âOh fuck- oh fuck fuck fuck fuck-â
His flush was scorching, face scrunched in pleasure. Youâre purring, âYouâre so pretty, babyââ
âAh, mâso glad I married ya.â He canât stop the lilâ confession that leaves his mouth. Heart too full- your cunt too full. And if you saw one of the strongest, most vicious clan leaders in existence smile through a fiery blush nâ his pussydrunk tears, then you mercifully donât comment.
âMâglad I married you too, KunaââÂ
And youâd felt nothing like this before. Having his gluey cum splosh around inside of you, both of his lengths were shoved in so deeply that they were constantly coating your cervix in white. Your womb.
Your deepest orifices that leak out as Sukuna plants a hand on your tummy and presses, watching with bated breath as his seed gushes out of you like a waterfall. âFuck- didnât think it would be like th-this, ngh.â He was hypnotized, making an even bigger mess of you. âDidnât think that it would be s-soâŚâ Addictive.
He doesnât finish his sentence. For now.
Red eyes teary, Adamâs apple gulping. Youâd completely sucked him dry by the time that Sukuna was pulling out of you. The matching mushroom tips of his shafts twitching, reddened and sensitive.Â
He hisses as they bob in the air for a few seconds, before-
âKuna- oh, fuck.â
Before you were flipped over and pressed deep into the mattress. Your legs on his shoulders, your knees near your titsâand his mouth over your overstimulated cunt.Â
Letting you cream all down his chin, Sukuna has to swat away his cursed mouth just to get a taste of you himself. And the moment his plush lips touch your glazed folds- youâre trying to run away. Failing.Â
âNow now, my wife.â Being draaaaagged back down by all four of his big, beefy arms. Sukuna pecks exactly six open-mouthed kisses on your sloppy hole, his lengthy pinkish tongue coming out to sluuurpââI remember something aboutâŚsix heirs?â
Oh.Â
.
.
.
âYâknow, thereâs really nothing wrong with impotency.â
Wasuke grunts, a few elders nod. âAgreed.â
âBut maybe heâs taken a vow of celibacy-â
âMaybe his dicks fell off.â
âChoso Kamo!â It was never too early in the morning for Itadori Jin to squawk at his sons, especially when they were in the middle of what was undoubtedly an exceptionally important subject of conversation - the two of you.Â
He wags his butter knife like a weapon, âWe do not say those words in front of Yuji, and especially not in front of our toast.â Before reality sets in and he drags a hand down his face, âBut yesâŚthat is possibleâŚâ
Wasuke deems it to be the perfect time to chime in, âBah! I donât care if they fell off or if they multiplied- I just want grandkids.â
âFather, might I remind you that it was you who decided to interrupt their little moment last night?â A vein pops out beside Jinâs temple, and in his periphery can see the other guilty elders shift in their seats.Â
The old man does, too, but still in denial. âSlander! That is propaganda that I will not be falling for-â
âFather, we have multiple eye witnesses. I am an eye witness.â
âAnd what were you doing spying with us?â
ââŚâ
As Itadori Wasuke rests his case, the winding table falls into perhaps the first quiet of the morning. Somewhat tense. Somewhat anticipating. That is, until an oblivious Yuji nearly upturns his bowl of cereal to chime inââExorcist-â
âWhat? Choso, did you let him watch your-â Jin starts- and then stops. Because then heâs seeing exactly what his youngest son was looking at - you and Sukuna.
Well, more like you in Sukunaâs arms. It seemed that you were having some trouble waddling down the Estateâs multiple flights of stairs, painstakingly taking it one at a time to enter the dining room. And he has half the mind to nearly ask whatâs wrong, perhaps even get up and help you himself- until he sees it.
Oh, it was hard to miss.
He sees it, and so does everyone else within a five mile radius: the bite marks, the bruises, the slight weariness in both your eyes from lack of sleep. It almost looked as if you two had been thrown to the wolves.
And his younger brother often did forgo a shirt for breakfast, but now heâd haphazardly thrown on a yukata. One that showed off such feral scratches disappearing down his back, his neck, fuck- maybe even his thighs?
Jin drops his butter knife, Choso exits the table, and WasukeâŚwas he even breathing? Hell, Jin was sure that a few of the surrounding elders had honest-to-heavens fainted right then and there.
Nearly everyone knew what happened.
Except for a beaming Itadori who was the first to gain your dual attentions, squealing out a âGâmorningâ!â that you both reciprocate in hushed, hoarse voices. Fuck, he even swears he heard Sukunaâs gruff baritone crack.
No one comments, of course, for the dark glint in their clan leaderâs eyes promised sure death if they did. Though, Jin does roll his eyes at a few of the whispering council membersâ
âWhat a glorious, wonderful day it is. I truly do believe in miracles-â
âMy bets are on a girl- but a boy would also be-â
âAkon worked?â
He doesnât think he can judge, though. Not when heâs immediately pulling out his phone to text Yujiâs teacher, Haibara, about the salacious new updates. Ah, can you blame him? You two would make the prettiest lilâ babies.Â
Finally, you and Sukuna finally take your seats at the clan table. Grinning. And by the looks on your faces, Ryomen Sukuna wasnât impotent. Not at all.Â
Though, it wouldnât have mattered anyway.
The Itadori family sips their tea.
A/N. *Also sips tea* Hope you have a lovely week!
Plagiarism not authorized.
The 'No Touch' Contract
Warnings/Themes: Male Demon x AFAB!Reader, monster x reader, dominant reader, mutual masturbation, fingering (Reader receiving) weird dick description, dirty talk, mentions of dub-con, mentions of rough use, rough handling, small mentions of blood.
Notes: Some of you begged for it and now it is here! Thank you for spurring my motivation into getting this written. I had alot of fun with this pair. I'll definitely be working on other scenes focused on this story-line. And hopefully, eventually, get a proper story flushed out.
As always! Enjoy! And feedback or constructive criticism is welcome!
âOh, you poor thing.â You made your tone drip with honey. Trailing the tips of your fingers along the twisting horns- rewarding yourself with a guttural growl that made the very air around your core vibrate. âLook at you kneeling.â
Claws as black as polished obsidian ripped through the bed-sheets. The ear-splitting noise of silk and cotton tearing apart like butter added a rather thrilling edge to the scene between your legs.
Where your Demonâs head hung low between your thighs. His nose was so close to your slick folds you could feel the heat radiating off of him.
When he had pulled you to the edge of the bed, hand as hot as fire wrapping around your ankle, tugging you effortlessly towards him; you thought you had finally made him snap.
Agoris had watched you - for what felt like hours - as you played with yourself. Nestled in a nest of blankets and pillows; naked - save for the silk veil that you had draped over your breasts. A tease for the Demon who was demanding you to break your contract and let him fuck you.
But instead of giving into your need, you made him suffer. Smirking every time that long thick tail of his twitched behind him. Coiling tightly against his legs while he watched your fingers slide between your folds.
Every whine from you caused his chest to expand with a hiss. You were sure his hands were clenched into fists to keep them from touching you.
But now, you left your pussy alone. Anticipating Agoris to lunge forward and encase your centre with his mouth.
Instead, a long, thick tongue dragged over his lips. The slow, deep pull of his breath made you want to whimper. But you clasped your mouth shut. Refusing to give Agoris the reactions he so desperately craved. Even if he acted as if he could taste you through the air.
When he spoke, Agorisâ words were barely distinguishable. Spat through the constant rumble in his throat.
âWhen you finally give in, I'm going to enjoy taking back what you've kept from me.â
A shiver ghosted up your spine. Grinning, you hooked your hand under his chin and forced his gaze to meet yours. Eyes full of brimstone and hellfire. Spite and hunger broiling in a pit of pure want.
âYouâre so confident Iâll break first. But Iâm not the one on my knees.â
The smouldering coals of Hell erupted into a blaze. But Agoris made no move to retaliate. His smirk did enough damage to your heart as it was.
âYet.â That one word had your pulse galloping.
Pulling his chin from your hand, Agoris lowered his face back to his sanctuary between your legs, âYouâre not on your knees yet.â
Another shiver ran through you when the breath of his voice fanned over your aching pussy. Accompanied by a layer of goose-bumps that rippled down along your arms.
Agoris watched the raised skin with a filthy grin full of fangs and a tongue that licked along the largest canines.
âYour body wants me. Give in and Iâll satiate every need that keeps you up at night.â
âNot without taking everything you want first.â
The laugh from him was nothing but pure sin. âWhen you let me finally plunder your pussy Iâll take everything you have and more.â He ripped his claws out of the bed, spilling feathers and stuffing all over the floor.
His eyes flicked up to you when he reached down to wrap a trembling fist around his engorged length.
âWhen youâre limp around my cock, those pretty eyes full of tears, Iâll still take what Iâm owed.â
It was your turn to alleviate the dryness from your mouth. Your bravado became a puddle in your mind as Agoris stroked himself, slow and deliberate. No matter how many times you saw him- it was still a shock at how frightfully long he was. From the silky black fur that blanketed his thighs, a cock- mottled with black and red patches on smooth bare skin -emerged to hang heavily between his knees.
Bowed as he was, the round flat head rested against the stone floor. Bobbing in a pool of his own pre-cum that leaked from a long but thin slit.
And now, as Agoris shifted his hips and rubbed a tight fist along his own shaft, he could nearly lick his own bead of silvery excitement.
âEvery second, I waste not buried inside you - tearing your walls apart to make this fit -is a second of agony, I will burn into your flesh when youâre folded beneath me.â His fingers squeezed the marbled cock so hard you feared it would pop.
âYou think I'll throw you aside after a week of using you like a toy?â Agorisâ voice pitched on a gasp as he cupped his heavy balls with his free hand. Watching you with a gaze so hungry a fresh wave of warmth spilled from your core.
âTry mocking me after a lifetime of my cock molding your pussy to my needs. A thousand years of marking, branding- owning -your pleasure.
Your hands move on their own. Sliding down along your body to tangle with the mess between your legs.
Agorisâ eyes followed your fingers like a starved animal. Panting grunts rasped from his chest as the head of his cock bounced in rhythm to the iron-vice grip.
âIâll make you warm my cockâŚMake you beg for it.â A string of demonic curses tumble from his lips when you part your pussy-lips for him. Allowing him to see your leaking hole. âYour pussy will be bruised by my tongue. Stained by my seed. When I have you- only my name will fall from those pretty little lips.â
Your thighs trembled and Agoris rushed forward as your climax spilled from your body. You kept pleasuring yourself. Feverishly rolling your clit between your fingers until your back arched off the bed and your mouth parted with soundless moans.
You heard Agoris suckling on something. Sloppy wet sounds pulled your mind from the blissful fog to the crown of horns that were pressed hard against your legs. Keeping your thighs apart. But no wondrous tongue ploughed your core.
Instead, Agorisâ lips were wrapped around a section of the blanket that was now stained with your finish.
His growls turned to needy whimpers. A sound so beautifully pathetic your voice shook on a whine- watching the delicious slide of his fist over the long expanse of his cock.
The dappled skin was slick with his own pre that was now dribbling seamlessly from the gaping slit.
The flat head had swelled. The very sight of it made your thighs clench around Agorisâ head and the Demon snarled.
The hand fondling his balls flew up and shoved your legs apart. You yelped as his claws scraped down your soft flesh, leaving red welts.
âKeep them open.â Agoris hissed. His gaze glued to your pussy as you slipped two fingers inside yourself. The ease at which your walls welcomed your digits caused a violent twitch to jerk Agorisâ hips. As if he was imagining it was him sliding in and out of you.
You made a show of your own pleasure. Rocking your hips, gasping and mewling- making noises you usually didnât make while pistoning yourself with your fingers.
All the while watching Agoris fuck into his hand. Spilling pre all over the floor and fist until he struggled to keep a hold on himself.
âF-Fuck-â
Bracing himself against the bed, Agoris shifts so his hips snapped rapidly into his tight fist.
The bed creaked beneath you.
The entire frame shook and you laughed excitedly as Agoris rose so he towered over you on the edge of the mattress. Still kneeling between your legs but now angled so his abused cock hovered above your waist.
The tip slapped against your stomach with each pass of his fist. Leaving thick droplets of silver against your skin that felt as if they were burning into your flesh.
Then you noticed the changes.
He was transforming. The shell-like magic that compressed his large form was cracking. You spotted thick, spine-like ridges breaching through the smooth red skin of his jawline. Creating a mane of thorns that decorated the sharp lines of his face and down along his throat. His fist doubled in size, briefly swallowing his cock between his fingers until the shaft joined the shift and became thicker than your own leg.
The round flat head twitched, pre-cum oozing from the slit. And your eyes widened as the peak fluttered open. The flat crest spread apart from the glorious split to form a wide flower-like end. The petals of velvety skin bloomed with a bright red color, the centre now a sharp point that seemed to pulsate with need.
Nubs appeared along the mottled skin- rounded pebbles that you watched with fascination throb with every rapid pass of Agorisâ hand.
The Demonâs eyes were half closed. His mouth hanging open in a dazed expression that had your heart racing.
You didnât care for your own pleasure anymore. Watching this creature of sin become undone by you and his fist was as exhilarating as any climax.
âAgoris!â You shoved two more fingers into your aching pussy, arching your back as you screamed the Demonâs name. Acting out another finish.
A roar had your ears ringing- a burst of blistering energy shook the room as Agoris pounced on you. A slick skinned hand wrapped around your throat. Nearly encasing your entire chest beneath his palm as his claws squeezed your airways until you couldnât breathe.
âGive me consent!â His voice was a volcanic eruption. Fire and smoke choked his throat, billowing out the corners of his mouth as he snarled above you. You shook your head. Eyes bulging out of your head and your pulse bellowing in your ears.
But you didnât give in. You writhed beneath him until you felt the blazing heat of his cock against your throbbing core. Greedily bucking against your own fingers just enough to mix his slick with yours.
Agorisâ voice rattled your chest. The harsh Hellish voice burning your ears with words you didnât understand.
Beads of blood were dripping from his claws that punctured your neck. And you laughed almost manically- watching Agoris through your lashes; rolling your hips so his fist ghosted over your warm cunt as he still chased his finish.
âWhatâs wrong, Agoris?â You forced your voice through the constricted airways. Gasping for air whenever his fingers flexed. âCanât cum on your own?â
You saw the snap.
The sudden feral gleam that took Agoris away and replaced him with a beast.
And in that moment, you almost felt true fear.
With movement too quick for you to register, Agoris flipped you onto your stomach and shoved your thighs so far apart he pulled a cry of pain from you. The claws around your throat wrapped around the back of your head, and you had to struggle to turn your face to the side so you could breathe.
Tears blurred your vision as pain sparked along your scalp from where he had you pinned.
Then you felt him mount you. The bed groaned as he crawled on top of you. Thighs as thick as tree-trunks encasing your human body beneath him in a blazing cage of heat.
And with one last wet slide of his fist, Agoris let his cock slap against your back. And your eyes widened as the weight of it rested against your spine.
âGive me consent.â His voice wasnât one you recognized. It was heavy. Demanding. So full of hunger every inch of you became feverish.
âNo.â You managed to say. Spit flew from your lips as you tried to fight the hand that held you down. âIf you want me, youâre going to have to take me.â
It was getting hard to stay awake. You couldnât pull enough air into your chest in this position; not with the weight of him crushing you into the bed and the hand trapping half your face into the thick blanket.
The heat from his body- his cock -felt like you were being branded by his skin. And the smallest twitch of his hips had your breath hitching- Then he was gone.
Cold wind swallowed your back, and you gasped for air, scrambling further up the bed until your back rested against the plush pillows.
Just as Agoris ripped open the chamber door and went to leave.
âWhere are you going?â You demanded breathlessly.
âTo find a warm hole to fuck.â Was his growling reply before the door slammed shut. The sound of it echoing through the room like a clap of thunder.
He left you alone in a room, reeking of fire and smoke. With your core still aching, pulsating for something to penetrate it.
You grumbled and threw yourself back against the pillows and began playing with yourself again.
But frustratingly, without your audience, another climax was beyond you.
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Synopsis. Your all-new, high-powered rose toy can vibrate, suction, and evenâŚturn human? And why is he so hot?
Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!reader, Date Everything AU, rose toy!Gojo, objects turning human, slight crackfic, oraI (fem rec.), extra long tongue, fĂngering, spĂtting, manhandIing, PĂSSYDRĂNK GOJO, stopping you from escaping, heâs BIG, making it fit, âjust the tipâ (fails), tummy buIges, chokĂng, rough s, p sIapping, GOJOâS POWERS, vĂbrators, squĂrting, he lives to please you, creampĂes, cĂşmplay, breaking the bed, marathons, headIocks, overstĂm, making Gojo whĂmper, Sukuna cameo, pet names. swĂŠaring.
Word count. 8.2k
A/N. Not sponsored I swear-
It had arrived.
Finally, that cute lilâ toy youâd seen splashed across your social media. It was all the rave reviews, the discreet packaging, and the promises of utmost pleasure thatâd reeled you in. And after a long, hard day of much too many shifts, you just couldnât help but click that âAdd to cartâ button.
After all, whatâs the worst that could happen?
Well, it was too late to regret it now. Because only a day later and suddenly a large, glitzy, hot-pink box was plopped right in front of your doorstep.
You hadnât even heard the delivery drivers come up- if you had, then maybe youâd have been able to interrogate them on what that second package wasâŚA mysterious, taped, lilâ cardboard box - one you didnât even remember ordering.Â
It had no title, no images, not even an address. Just your name.
Sighing, you quickly carry both deliveries inside before any of your neighbors could snoop. Eyes catching on the toyâs nameââThe Strongestâ
At least it sounds promising, you muse. And that second delivery must be a freebie, perhaps something promotional. Itâs with that thought in mind that you find your feet heading straight for your bedroom, ready to give your newly-acquired product a little test run.
It was bigger than you thought once the packaging had come off.Â
Curved. Lengthy. As vibrantly pink as the box. With the cutest rose petal-shaped features, and an electric tongue that stuck out from between them. Right in the middle was a snug lilâ hole you guessed was for suction, and according to the website this toy also had the ability to vibrate.Â
Oh, you find your mouth drying at the thought. You better check whether this alleged âstrongestâ really lived up to its name or was going to be forgotten in a box under your bedâŚ
Limbs shaky, youâre mindlessly placing the other banged-up cardboard box on your bedside table and sprawling out on the mattress. Stripping down to nothing but your t-shirt nâ panties, thighs squeezing ever-so-slightly, hands holding the toy up to the light. You stick your anticipating thumb onto that power button and-
Nothing.Â
âAh, fuck-â Youâre checking the battery indicator - zero charge. Of course. In slight embarrassment youâre chucking the toy towards the foot of the bed and springing back into the pillows. âShouldâve known.â
The charger probably came with the box- and just as youâre scanning your room for any signs of it, your eyes lock onto another little package. The one youâd forgotten on top of your bedside drawer.
What else did you have to lose? And you were quite curious about what promotional products the company might have sent you, so you find yourself picking it up idly. Pushing apart the layers of duct tape and cardboard to findâŚa pair of rose-colored sunglasses?
Stylish, with the word âdateviatorâ branded on the frame.
Grumbling, âThis definitely wasnât on the site.â You put on the damned thing. Nothing special, all it did was tint your vision with a slightly romantic filter of pink.
With slight amusement, youâre checking out the difference in your room. The curtains, the desk, the bookshelves, the towering naked man with white hair-
Wait what?
Youâre gasping, eyes widening as you take in the sudden intruder. âWhat the-â In panic, some part of your brain canât help but think that this must be one of those illusions. One of thoseâŚhollographic glasses? Yeah, must be it. So youâre taking them off-
Heâs still there.
Putting them on.
Heâs still there.
Taking them off-
â-fuck!â
âThat is what Iâm here for.â The stranger flashes you the brightest grin youâve ever seen in your entire life. A tiny dimple at the end of it, sapphire eyes twinkling.Â
Your bedsprings dip as he plants a - still very, very naked - knee on the edge of your mattress and you have to force yourself to stop from lookingâŚdown.Â
âOh, you can look.â Heâs chuckling in a teasing voice, almost like he could read your mind. And you should scream- you should possibly even run, but itâs just so hard when he winks at you like that. âYou can even- heh, touch.âÂ
Before you know it, he takes your dominant hand and gliiiides it down the ridges of his washboard abs. Warm. Strong. Humming, âNo need to be shy. Itâs what you brought me here for, isnât it?â
Suddenly you throw the glasses at him - and they have the audacity to bounce off of one of his perfectly chiselled pecs. âWh-who are you- get out!â
The man pushes his angelic, ivory locks away from his face. âActually, Iâm trying to get in.â And you close your opened legs with a snap once his gaze dips between them- fuck, you were still in your panties. âOh, how rude of me. The nameâs Gojo Satoru- AKA Satorose, The Strongest. Pleasure to meet who Iâll be giving pleasure to~â
He sticks out a hand and doesnât wait for you to grip it before grabbing your own, pressing such a lingering kiss on the back of your palm.
And you canât pull away, you canât even breathe because it just registered - The Strongest.
You start, feeling slightly more unhinged with each passing second his lips peck up your arm. âYouâreâŚyouâre the rose toy?â To make sure you look over the edge of your bed where it couldâve fallen - nothing.Â
âMhm, and now Iâm your toy, sweetheart. You can thank the dateviators for thatââ
âI think Iâm going crazy-â
âOh, you will soon.â Gojoâs batting his long lashes with a promise. âSo why donât we skip the small talk and get to business? I know youâre all wet fâme-â Leaning in so close to whisper against your ear, goosebumps erupt at his tangy hot breath. â-I can practically taste it.â
That was enough to leave your panties dripping down your thighs.Â
âOh.â Your mouth parts. What the fuck was in those glasses? None of the reviews had ever mentioned this.Â
And yet, your mind still tries to regain all the sense that youâve lost in the past few minutes. âB-but what makes you think that I want your help?â
And, to that, Gojo only looks at you as if to smugly ask âreally?â
Then down at himself: pale hair unruly, azure eyes glinting with something dark. A flush creeps across his handsome features, between his pecs, and down each muscle nâ divot of his sculpted body like heâd been crafted by the heavens. Or maybe an expert at a sex toy company. Gojo took up nearly the entirety of your bed and suddenly youâre remembering that you ordered the biggest size online.
To be fair, he was making a very good case.
And then there was that.Â
You didnât want to stare directly at it - but a happy trail of white leads down his abs, between his thick, meaty thighs. It ends in slightly unruly tufts where he was standing proudly erect-
Fuck.Â
âFine!â
It happens before you know it. Before the word is fully out of your mouth, before you can even blink- Gojo has his hands clawed onto your thighs and his brute strength forcing you halfway down the bed.
Like a ragdoll, like heâs about to rip you apart.
Something in his touch quivers- like heâs still holding himself back, kneeling against the frame of the bed.Â
As you gape, his capped knees strike the floor with loud thuds - urgent, rapid. And Gojoâs barely even registering the pain before throwing your trembling thighs over his shoulders and pushing, pushing, pushing his face between your pussyânose-deep.
Greedy. Heâs pressing the point of his nose right against your puffy cunt and taking a deeeeeep inhale-
âOh- oh, fuck. Youâre filthy.â Pushing yourself onto your elbows, you can see every lecherous huff nâ puff of him drinking you in like the sweetest fragrance. You swear- once Gojo pries your sticky panties just to the side, his drunken eyes roll to the back of his head at the scent of your oversaturated folds.Â
Gojo was starving.Â
And heâs not even a shred regretful about it. Already starting to drool at the feast before him, Gojo purses his rosy lips and starts to blow his scorching air on your cunt. âMmm, you know why mâsuch a best-seller, sweetheart?âÂ
Voice octaves lower. Husky.
It makes a bead of sap slip out of you, making him tighten his hold on your thighs and moan. Irises locked on yours. Head leaning closer to where you needed him the most. âSuction.â
Itâs practically a frenzied, white blur- Gojoâs head shoves between your legs and heâs taking in every inch. Dragging his textured tastebuds up the sheeny slick that glues to your thighs, sticking the pinpoint of his tongue underneath your panties, first kissing your pussylips and groaningâ
âSweet.â Itâs all he can get out through his own gluttony. Open-mouthed peck after peck, the underside of his tongue slurps up the gloss of syrup on your folds. Drag after drag. âSo, so sweet.â
âNgh- oh my, mmââ You half-want to throw your head back at the sheer primal bliss, but Gojo was just so feral that you canât help but stare at whatever he did next.
Capturing his stare dead-on once he snags his pearly whites on your underwear. Apparently eating you out through your panties wasnât enough for him anymore - he needed more.Â
Heâs pulling them to one side with his mere mouth, maw suctioning around your clit like it was his precise target. Gojo wraps his lips over that cute, perky nub and sucks- âYâknow I come with hah- modes, sweetheart?âÂ
That fuckinâ tease. He speaks directly over your pussy, just so that the vibrations of Gojoâs throaty bass would make zaps of electricity run up your spine.Â
âI have a looooow mode.â And suddenly the tip of his tongue swirls over your swollen clit- heâs pushed in so deep that it was like he was trying to swallow you whole. Trying to make you dizzy with each sultry circle he was drawing, salivating.Â
âRound and âround.Â
Gojoâs nostrils flare right against the top of your pussy, and heâs unfastening his mouth even further. âAnd medium.â So tough to talk with a mouthful, but heâs immediately back to work.
Faster, the velvety muscle of his tongue comes spanking down on your clit. Enough to send shockwaves, heâs tugginâ on it just so primally that you canât even think- âAnd high.â
âFuh-fuck!â If you thought he was ruining you before, then you were practically shattered right now. Because Gojoâs suckling on your clit like his favorite candy lolly, so harshly that the insides of his cheeks hollow.Â
Teasingly, heâs squeezing down on your sensitive nub and trying to drag that part of you ever-so-slightly. Soft taste buds rolling over nâ over, tickling you sensually. âAnd-â
Your voice cracks pathetically, âThereâs more?â
âA special mode just for you, sweetheart.â And then heâs doing it- with a few loud slurps, some swooping patterns are drawn on your throbbing clit. Only seconds later are you realizing that heâs writing his very own nameâyour eyes widen, mouth dropping to moan-
Before Gojo winks his half-lidded eyes up at you and bites down gently on your clit.Â
Snickering as you trill out shrilly, as your hips buck. Your hand comes slamming down on the crown of his clammy scalp and you find yourself pushing. âJust sh-shut up, and- ngh!â
âMmm, being used.â Gojoâs crooning out, and if you didnât know any better than youâd have said he was grinning - you could feel it. From end to end of your treacly cunt, he was grinning, smushing his soft lips over your own.Â
The sensation only makes you bully his head downwards even more, making him salivate from the corners of his mouth. Rasping, âExactly how I like it, sweetheart.â
And his tongue laps at you primally- now zig-zagging all the way from your clit down, down, down to where your puckered hole was. Knocking like he was about to enter through a door. He can only manage to slither in the very first inch of his wet muscle, rutting back and forth three times to slick himself up with all your sap.
That just makes it so much easier for him to keep on swirlinâ your tight hole, âOh, mmmââ From this angle, you can see the way that Gojoâs prominent Adamâs apple bobs with each gulp of your sweetened syrup. âYou got the hah- the one with the tongue attachment, didnât you?â
Practically in tears at the constant way his tongue was trying to stretch your entrance out. âY-yes? Why- oh.â
âExactly.âÂ
Itâs all thatâs said- the last time that Gojo Satoru even breathes before heâs thrusting the muscle of his tongue right between your pretty pussylips.Â
You were stretching out so wiiiidely open around his prolonged taste buds, scouring every inch of you from the very moment that Gojo can feel your walls. âSweet here, too.â Heâs huffing, mouth overworking to plunge his spit-glazed tongue all back nâ forth at such a rapidfire pace. âWhat a lucky toy I amââ
Back nâ forth, back nâ forth.
Your toes simply curl at the feeling of him bashing his long, pointed muscle into your deepest spots. Extra, extra long just for you. âFuck- oh my god, n-never felt anything like ngh- this before, Gojo-â
âSatoru.âÂ
âSatoru, fuck!âÂ
âMm, weâre getting thereââ Gojoâs playful lips were practically glued to the front of your pussy, and each sloppy drag itches such carnal parts of you. His tongue was just as flexible as it was lengthy, jerkinâ up into the spots where you were most tender.Â
Barely even able to take the stretch, and yet youâre careening your hips up for more.Â
âCâmon now, sweetheart-â But that wasnât enough for him. And you think you see utter fucking stars once Gojo just grazes his textured tip almost near your g-spot. Grumbling, âYa can use your toy more. Use me more. Harder. Iâm ah- heavy-duty, I donât break.â
Youâre all shakinâ and crying out prettily for him, digging your nails into his swerving head. âLike- ngh, this?â
âMooooreââ Pouting, his tongue sloshes inside of you a few more times before reeling back out. âHow mâI supposed to do my job- mmm, otherwise.â Your clit gets gifted with a cute squelching kiss, almost like an apology - a warning.
But youâre not ready at all before Gojoâs long, slender middle finger probes your dewy entrance.
 Feeling that tight, tight first ring of muscle, âOh! But donât tell the- ngh, manufacturers that mâgiving you my fingers, too.â And itâs not just that - youâre suddenly being spearheaded by both his middle and his index finger with a deafening wet slurp. âI just like you a loooooot~â
Your geysering orifice is being filled up to the maximum, and you can barely even clench âround his dual digits. Rummaging around your slick insides, âOh my god- oh, ngh-â
Thrust after thrust. The globular ends of his fingers pry apart your sticky walls so well, snagging against your most sensitive areas. Easily pecking your g-spot with his fingerpads once more, you let off such a sinful cryâ
âOh- I like you, too.â Coyly, Gojo grins whilst looking at you. And at this point you didnât know whether he was talking to you or your poor pussy. âAnd I just know youâll love thisâŚâ
Love what?âYou want to ask. But you donât get the chance to.
Because, just then, heâs shutting up every thought in your hazy mind by making the crowned tips of his fingers vibrate. Just like the toy.Â
âYou- you can do that?â
Giggling, âAnything for your pleasure~â
Such sensual tremors that made pleasure creep across every inch of your body, and Gojo was more than happy to have it filling up your cute innards. Jostling his digits over and over- he shovels himself till heâs knuckle-deep against your folds and rubbing his skin damn raw with friction.
Itâs like having two elongated vibrators swabbing your insides, being bullied out and in again and again until your walls are oversensitive.Â
âJust like that- ngh!â Angling just so to dig in until youâre sure the area of your g-spot is left with a bruise of his circumferences. âIt feels s-soooo good, Satoru.â
âOh yeahâ? Ya like that, hm?â With a hoarse chuckle at the back of his throat, Gojoâs tongue starts to roll over your neglected clit in a repeated rhythm.
But if his tongue was methodical, then his mouth was just sloppy. Because the greedier he became, the messier he was with his sucklinâ kisses. Just wild, primal drags of his open mouth that leave you quivering- Gojo was slobbering over your clit like a man starved, and you were the only meal heâs come across in aaaages.
In loooong, dewy licks that glaze the corners of his sensual mouth with your sap. You could see it dribbling all down the front of his chin at this point, âYes- mmpf- like it sâmuch, oh.â
âYa like my fingers that much, huh?âÂ
Another bash of those vibrating, electric fingers on your g-spot. Slickly glissading down to tenderize any rare spot inside you that he hasnât stroked just yet, âSo much- so much.â
âThat soâ?â
âYes-â
âReally really so?â
âY-yes!â
His skin was all flushed, lips swollen, bangs sticking to his head with perspiration at just how harsh nâ thorough he was motioning his head. âHmpf- well now mâgetting jealous of myself.â Gojoâs snowy brows furrow, and youâre feeling his lips on your clit- downturning into a slight frown.
Before he unlatches his maw from your dripping wet pussy with a filthy plop!Â
Youâre lifting your head up in a daze, âSatoru, what are youâŚâ
Only for him to surge his head back mere sultry centimeters and push the fat girth of his tongue back inside your pussy with a sluuuuurp. Licking you all up from the inside out, letting the rovering tip of his muscle battle against his fingers.Â
Gojoâs ruining you from the inside, and heâs letting his greed do all the work for him.
âO-oh my god-â From the lewd crash of his jackhammering fingertips, to the way that his tastebuds were all there to soothe the sting. To lap up any ounce of sweet, sweet slick that his hands might have dared to leave behind.
Probing, he has his slicked tongue filling in your every crevice in a way that made your mind spin. Feeling the heat of your high nearing ever-so-closely-
Blearily, he whispers against your swollen folds. âMmm, this is more like it.â Before the honed edge of Gojoâs tongue scrapes your g-spot once more.Â
And his other hand? Oh, you didnât think that he would just let one hand go resting, did you?Â
As Gojoâs left hand starts to creep alongside the inner part of your thighs, youâre almost clawing his wrist to a halt. Scratching at his skin, keening in pure need once his left set of fingers come up to pinch your wettened clit.Â
âY-youâre almost-â You canât help but buck, so hard that the bed frame sings in synchronization with you. The triple stretch of your hole driving you mad with stinging pleasure- â-almost- hck! too muchâ!â
âIâm built for your pleasure, sweetheart.â
And he was eating you out exactly like it.Â
From three different angles, Gojoâs scouring every inch of you. Stuck to you like adhesive, the thrashing of his fingerpads make you feel a lump in your throat.Â
Youâre just bawling, âFuck-â Thighs shaking, you canât help but clench them around his ravenous face at the heat curdling at the pit of your stomach. Suffocating. Holding on for dear life. âFuck fuck fuck, I donât think mâgonna last-â
And itâs exactly what Gojo wants to hear - to feel.
You, with your cunt quivering and your hips wetly humping up to meet him - using him. You, with your pretty hole bawling as much as you were. You, crying out even more like his favorite song when his fingers somehow vibrate even harder.Â
He glides his tongue teasingly along your bundle of nerves just to hear you sob out even more, making sure that the next few crashes of his roughened fingerpads are particularly hard. âMmm, is that so? Must mean Iâm doing my ngh- job right, heh.â
The loudest fuckinâ squelches depart at the drag of his knobbled digits, and Gojoâs just salivating alllll over you. Letting a puddle of drool slip below your thighs, where you were gyrating up impatiently. Heâs groaning, âI better finish it off then and- oh, make you cum.â Teasing left hand scrawling out his very name on top of your slick-glossed clit. âBetter leave my- oh, my girl satisfied then, hmmâ?â
âSa-Satoru! Mâgonna-â Youâre unable to stop your noises from reaching a fever point- because with a few more thorough strokes of his fingers, he has you tipping over the edge vulgarly.Â
Youâre seeing white, body taken over with electricity.Â
Spurred on by the tickling patterns of his tongue, youâre finding yourself maddened by the way he had you like putty in his hands. To grope. To thrust. To ruin. To shovel all his lengthy inches of his digits inside until youâre thrashing sensitively underneath him.Â
Babbling, spittle coats either side of your mouth- âCumming- cum- ngh, cumming.â
Gojo coos kindly, âI already know, sweetheart.â And he doesnât falter, doesnât even slow down as he pummels your softened insides through each peak of your orgasm. âTold you Iâm The Strongest for a reason. Iâm reeeeeally good- hck!â
Blue eyes glazed, your sap taking over his mouth like a waterfall.
He drags out your high by carnally itchinâ at your g-spot, mumbling. âReally good.â Like a mantra, heâs burrowing his face oh-so-close to your body, letting the tips of his ivory bangs tickle your skin. âReally- hck! really good.â Letting his mouth prattle away little whispers each time heâs tugginâ on whichever inch of your glistening cunt he could reach. Slick pouring. âReally- ohâŚâ
âS-Satoru-â Somehow, by the time your orgasmâs turning into nothing but a few tingles from your puffy pussylips, you manage to crack your teary eyes open. And oh- oh, the sight below you is enough to nearly make you want to cum again. âSatoru, youâre p-pussydrunk!â
âHaaaahâ?â Heâs gurgling on a glittery wad of your slick, âHow can I be pussydrunk when the- ngh, only thing I can ever even think of is your pussy anyway?â
As if to prove his point, he breaks off from your sultry pussy like heâs about to give you a good word or two about how addictive your cunt is. But itâs exactly that- he canât part from your cunt.
Gojo Satoru was addicted.Â
And heâs plopping his mouth right back down onto your pussy with a treacly sound, muffling out his groans between your folds. Looking just so pretty like this; your syrupy liquids gleaming from the apples of his cheeks and down to his collarbones, glassy eyes looking through his bangs, mouth a puffy red and downturning. âOh fuck, I forgot to make you, mmm, squirt.â Shoving himself even deeper, âNeed to- mmm, squirt-â
Harder. And you canât help but let your throat rip free a yelp, feeling dizzy at the sudden overstimulation. âFuck- ngh! But I want something elseâŚâ
âWhat do you want?â Heâs begging, âWhat do you want, sweetheart? Anything- oh, Iâll get you anything-â
âWanâ your cock, Satoru.â Almost shy at the intensity of his stare, your eyes dip down to where he was leaning over the edge of the bed. Where just the tip-top of his achingly hard bulge was bobbing with each movement, puddling out thick precum onto the sheets like a fountain.
âOh.â He gasps, head snapping down to where you were looking. âOh. So you got the wand attachment-â
âJust shut up and come here.â
You donât have to ask him twice. And in only nanoseconds, Gojoâs gone from lounging at the base of your bed to nuzzling his slick-glazed face with your own, giving you the sloppiest kiss of your entire life. âHeh, come.â
Youâre just about to roll your eyes- when youâre hit with the sound of a sudden rip-rip-riiiiip from below. And then youâre hit with the sudden, startling realization that Gojo Satoru had just torn your panties clean off of you.Â
âThat was- l-limited edition-â
With a cocky smirk, âI am limited edition.â Youâre being flipped over so that Gojoâs broad back is pressed against the mattress. Your thighs straddling his toned hips, your pussy sitting on his cock.
And oh- were you looking now. You were ogling.Â
Slidinâ back and forth on top of his swollen length, mentally counting one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight-
âN-nine inches!â You gasp, hands scrambling to find purchase on top of his beefy deltoids. You needed it just to stabilize yourself on top of him, and with the way your folds were stretched around his girth- oh, he was just so thick.
Decorated with numerous puffy veins that throbbed and twitched with each of your movements. His sheer size left you so aroused that you were just soaking him in all your juices.Â
He grins, âWell, you did order the biggest size. Ya better just hope that it fits- heh.âÂ
âYouâre s-soooo cocky.â
âWell I am the strongest~â
And itâs just then that youâre realizing why exactly the toyâs box was just the most sinful shade of pink- his tip. Big nâ bloated, it was blushing the prettiest color of that exact ruby pink.Â
Youâre in awe of the correlation when Gojo taps the side of his v-line, dragging your attention to his bulky muscles on one side of his hip - and more importantly, the cursive pink tattoo. Of your name.
âLike what you see? Told ya I belong to you.â Gaping, you can only watch as he twirls the drenched fabric of your panties in his hands. Gliding it down the middle of his abs and using it to jerk his aching erection a few times underneath you. âWhat? Always clean your toys after use. AndâŚâ
You donât know where to look - that tattoo of your name, or his rock-hard cock. But Gojo makes the choice for you, pushinâ your cheeks together into a pathetic pout. Jostling your head down-
âSpit.â
And you do.Â
A big, glittering glob of saliva that hits the globe of his cockhead, trickling down the side of his veiny length. It pools into Gojoâs curly white hair at his base, and he shivers, âAlways lubricate your toys, too.â
âFuck-â
âAnd thenâŚâ
And then heâs fucking up into you. Heâs shoving apart your bloated lips to jut the uppermost inch of his cock inside-
âO-oh.â Gojoâs fighting to keep his head from throwing backwards. It was just so hot inside you, feeling like he was melting with each liquidy stream of slick slipping between down to his balls. âWider, sweetheart.â
Your hamstrings scream as you once youâre spreading them further, âLike this-â
âWider.â
He was just so big that it was maddening enough for him to try nâ fit inside. Slightly fucking up into you in feverish, needy ruts- half-movements even, just stretching out your entrance enough to take him.
Again and again. Every buck leaves him recoiling at the resistance, feeling like heâs about to fucking pass out at that elastic, clingy sensation of your cunt.
Tight.Â
âShit-â Your breath catches in your throat once you hear a sultry pop! Realizing just then that heâd managed to bully his mushroomy tip inside, it was oh-so-thick enough that the girth of him was swabbing your walls already. Up and up you were being driven. âAt this rate sâonly gonna be the- mmm, tip, Satoru.â
âYes- yes, just the tip.â And youâre shocked - Gojo Satoru relents?
Snapping your head down till it hits your chest, youâre realizing exactly why - he was completely and utterly pussydrunk. Agreeing to anything youâre saying, just another inch of his length solidly sinks inside and Gojoâs gasping for air. âUh uh, just the tip- fuck! Anything you want, just the tip-âÂ
Clawing your waist still, punching up his muscular hips.Â
Youâre seeing stars every time heâs squeezinâ his bulging erection inside, the sheer stretch so much that it makes you clench-
THUD!
It happens in split-seconds.Â
Your back is being pushed into the mattress, youâre being shoved deep enough to touch the bedsprings. All you had to do was clench your pretty, dewy wet walls and Gojo was folding you neat in half like a lawnchair.Â
Into a mating press. Your thighs on his muscular shoulders, his sweaty forehead meeting yours.Â
He doesnât even hesitate before gripping your neck with one hand and usinâ the force to push, push, push you down the prolonged length of his cock. âJust the middle now-â Spitting through clenched canines, youâre handled like a ragdoll. Taking his bulging cock with the most lecherous slurps- âJust a few more inches a few- hah, a few more-â
âOh, pleaseâ!â Youâre mewling, your hands clawing down his beefy biceps. You just couldnât stop staring at them, flexing each time heâs pushing down on your airway to make you take it.Â
âJust- fuck.â Before you know it, Gojoâs other hand swats down on the middle of your tummy and presses. Feeling his thick, probing cock inch its way inside your pussy- âYa reeeeeally had to- hck! order the biggest size, didnât you, nasty girl?â
The flats of his palm make it feel like his rovering was reaching your very lungs. Just the capped crown of his shaft slipping between your walls lewdly. âI-I- ngh-âÂ
âI-I-Iââ Heâs mocking, voice dramatically octaves higher in a way you definitely did not sound. Gojo tilts his head down at you, peering through thick lashes. âLook at you now, huh. Wanted the biggest size and now you canât even, mmm, take it.â
So long that it was like itâs never-ending. Ever-probing, the sultry tip of his cock swabs into your most tender areas and leaves you squealing.Â
And just when you think there canât be more, there is.
Gojoâs only getting thicker towards the bottom, the most sinful right-leaning curve just like that part of the toy had been. And itâs perfect for fitting inside with scraping strokes, for pushing you up the bed with pap! after animalistic pap! of his hips driving into yours.Â
âBut mâbuilt to p-please, sweetheart. To please you.â Still babbling away, youâre getting even tighter with each inch heâs stuffing inside. Bigger. Harder. âSo donât you dare hah- hold out on me. Just three inches more, th-three inches more.â
âThree inches more?â Something at the pit of your stomach twists at the way he was talking you through it - or maybe that was his hand pressing down even further.Â
Smirking, âMhmmmâ three inches more. Two-â Head throwing forwards, mouth starting to water. âTwo inches more.â
âInches- ngh-â The more you were being filled, the more your throat was clogging. With tears upon whines upon need.
His thighs slam yours particularly hard- âYeeeesâsay it fâme.â
âOne more-â Until youâre ultimately saying- âM-more!â
Gojo hisses under his breathâ before smashing forwards until his hilt pounds your pussylips.Â
Until he was bottomed out - and still rutting viciously back and forth, trying to plunge even deeper inside. Your hot innards were exactly like heaven to him, and the slightest saturated clenched leaves Gojo stuttering. âS-say it again?âÂ
âMore- oh.â Just to be rummaged with such a long, teasing thrust.
âMmmââ Gojo gnaws down on his bottom lip like strawberry bubblegum, looking at you with such a heady stare. âExactly what a toy like me needs to hear.â
And heâs pushinâ you straight down into the rickety bed frame with looooong, vulgar strokes. Aiming from the crown of his bulging tip to the fat, luscious base of his cock - Gojo was impatient. He was needy. He was pulling out his pulsing cock just to spear you even more rudely.Â
And any time youâre moaning in pleasure, that only makes him swell even harder inside of you.Â
âFuck- fuck! Please- more more more.â Like a broken mantra, you shrill. To make him lose his mind and to feel the scalding girth of his shaft get bigger. Snagginâ on your walls-
âYes- yeeeesâ say it like that.â Gojoâs azure eyes are widened, almost crazed. And his hand lifts off of your tummy to hold onto one of your free ones, guiding it to his chasing hips. Right where that lecherous tattoo was.Â
The skin around it had turned rawly red by now with the impact, sensitive to the touch. You look on in slight confusion at his sudden movements and he only snickers. âYou gotta, ngh, guide me, sweetheart. You gotta- ohhh yeah, use me just like thaaaat.â
Making you hold onto his hips, Gojo thinks he sees the pearly gates just as soon as youâre using what feeble strength you have left to move him âround.
To have him angling his flared cockhead, stubbornly mazing past your walls with the target of your g-spot. It only takes a few tries for him to suddenly budge your nerves with his length.
The round, strawberry-colored top of his tip striking your most favorite spot like a bullseye. Kissing. Snogging. âHeh, f-five stars if I do say so myself.â
âSatoru, are you fuck- pussydrunkâ?â You didnât even need to ask that - you knew he already was. And yet, you couldnât stop yourself from nodding along to his nonsensical talking, just as lust-addled as the sopping wet squelches from your pussy. âWhat do you mean âfive starsâ-â
âI meanâŚâ
And he trails off, leaving you wanting even more. Even though his bulging, pre-glazed cock certainly wasnât.
So swollen nâ red, he probes his silvery slit along your walls. Making you squirm with each scratch of his cockhead, itâs almost teasing the way that Gojo reaches exactly for your g-spot once more and bashes that tender spot in. âSee? One.â
Oh.Â
Youâre struck with both the realization and a second, primal hammering of his shaft. Into that very same bundle of nerves you love so much.Â
âT-two-âÂ
âOh my god-â
Heâs gruffly groaning, heavy balls tightening at the slamming impact. But that still doesnât make him stop, still doesnât even make him slow down. He only scours your treasure trove of walls inside and maps out your exact g-spot again- âThree-â Again and again. âFour- five. Hah! Five stars.â
And now Gojo was fucking you like he hated you. Like he was trying to prove himself to you.
The most reverent worshipper of your treacly pussy, he was making you cry out with each deep-seated kiss to your every weepy orifice. Every nook and cranny. Gojo had been starving since he was out of that box, and he was taking it out on your poor hole.
âThatâs m-more than fiveâ!â Youâre crying out after a while.Â
âOh? Mâmore than five stars, huh?â Purring- at least, you thought for a single delirious second that he was purring. Until youâre realizing that it was simply his vibrator-like fingers, once more attaching themselves onto your clit. âWhy thank you.â
Throwing your hands over the bulky height of his shoulders, you pull him in close. Trying not to whine simply at the sensation of his firm, beefy abs glissading down your front - he was ripped.Â
And he was pummelling into you like he was about to rip you to shreds, sensually dragging the drivelling orifice of his shaft straight down to your womb. You feel Gojo in your very throat, and heâs slowly but surely getting addicted to the spongy touch of your cervix. âOh- Iâm gonna bruise myself into this cunt, sweetheart.â
Bulging your insides like he was trying to prove it, a thick batter of precum slips nâ slides down your thighs as you squeeze them âround his waist. âP-please-â Bucking. Grinding. He only draws hearts on your clit harder, âPlease itâs so much-â
And that makes mean, merciless Gojo flick your oversensitive nub and write out his damn name straight across it. S-A-T-O-R-UââWhatâs that, spellâ?â
âSatoru-âÂ
A light thwack! of his fingertips on your pulsing clit. âNuh uh, your Satoru.â And you half-wondered whether his wrist might be aching with how fast they were toyinâ with your cute nub.
It almost hurt how good it felt. Forcing you to anchor your feet onto the bed and bow your body backwards in electric bliss-
âAh ah-â Youâre moving so much that Gojo has to dig his fingerpads into the skin of your neck and pin you, pushing you down with the front of his happy trail. No escape. âS-stop running-â
Somehow, he manages to choke out through the sheer pressure of his thrusts - taking such a sultry toll on him, as well. And all he can do is to wrangle you in his arms, folded until your ass cheeks were lifting clean off the satiny sheets. Until he was just drilling into you like he was frenzied, feverish. âStop running- fuck! You know we sell handcuffs, too?â
The buzzing tip of his finger gently spanks your cunt and you squeal, âB-but I canât help it-â Clawing red, red lines down his back. âFeels like mâgonna cum any- hngh, any second now.â
Just in that moment, heâs digging his plump, thickened circumference against your walls and you can see your vision shatter with tears. Oh-so-close now that it felt like he was just milking himself on your velvety pussy-Â
âYeah- Oh yeah? Yâknow I only live to p-please you, sweetheart.â A wobbly smile graces Gojoâs handsome face, a thin trickle of sweat sliding down his forehead. âSo why donâtcha be a goooood owner fâme and do what you have to do?â
Tearily, you blink up at his feral expression. âWh-whatâs that, Satoru?â
Instead of answering, he only increases the vibrato in his fingertips - each zap sending your body shaking, mind spinning. He only slams his hips so hard that your eardrums pop, sponged cervix giving way to his probinâ swabbing shaft.Â
He only whispers in your ear, âCum.â
And in that moment you canât control it- you do.Â
You think you almost might have even if it wasnât for Gojoâs guttural, greedy voice.Â
Itâs just about the hardest orgasm of your life, you can barely even think- even breathe. Your walls constrict like theyâre trying to hold back his vicious thrusts, g-spot now throbbing with slammed impact.
âSaâfuck! Toru- Iâm-â
âCum. Cum- cum.â Heâs uttering out like a mantra into the skin of your neck. And as if his rough cadence wasnât enough, youâre being dragged down by the hand at your throat to further ram against his v-line. Ruinous. Reddening his skin.
Youâre fisting desperately at the sheets, hips helplessly bucking with each white-hot shockwave of euphoria taking over your body.
Gojo feels you clampinâ away around him, trying to milk each peak of your high. The globular crown of his shaft glissades constantly down your walls and directly against your womb- making you see stars. âCum- fuck! If youâre g-gonna cum then-â
Youâre so sensitive at this point that just the burning intensity of Gojoâs stare makes you shiver, âThen whatâ?â
He grins sleazily, âThen you better make use of the fact that Iâm water-proof.â
Oh, he wanted you to squirt.Â
Barely even getting used to the constant adrenaline of your orgasm flooding your fuzzy brain, itâs then that Gojoâs vibrating fingertips slither their way down from the folds of your pussy. Down to hook inside your dewy holeâ
âSh-shit shit shit-â Your entire body shakes, every leftover ounce of rationality in you dissolving. Youâre drooling so much by now that itâs forming an ocean of wetness on your pillow, âWait- mâso- hah, sensitive.â
âI love it sensitive.â Heâs giggling, doughy fingerpads starting to pump at the same rude tempo as his cock was. Itâs just stretching you out so much, his vibrations making you so stupid.Â
Youâre just dragging your nails ferally down his back, feet pushing back against the mattress- almost like your body didnât know whether you wanted to run from the carnal sensations or grind back in for more, more, more.Â
To barely even have the chance to catch your breath from your last orgasm before Gojoâs plunging you into your next. Your third of the day - and, this time, you were squirting.Â
Just like heâd wanted.Â
Just like heâd dreamed of - in big, heaping splashes of your syrupy slick that drenched his tense core. It slipped down his massively rovering cock and almost made him jealous.Â
So awestruck with your explosive high, he fucks his furious cock faster. âI canât believe- hah! canât believe you made me-â And youâre the one noticing his orgasm first, the fact that he was creaming your bruised insides white. âToru- youâre cumâingââ
Gojo looks down with a gasp, âOh.â Noticing the ring of sleek white that was already starting to formulating âround his base.
Heâs cumming just from making you cum.
Piling on his seed against your cervix, you can feel him webbing up your innards with all his ivory sap and it drives you crazy. Each buttery heap of cum being shot out with a lecherous sluuurpââI did it- hah, I did my job well, didnât I?â Gojo spits out, draaaaaging your pathetically escaping body back once more to dig his vibrating fingers between your pussylips. He sloshes around his slick cum inside like a mixer, âDid I make you feel goooood, sweetheart?â
âY-ngh, yes- oh.â You can only gurgle out half-formed answers. Body uselessly tremblinâ all throughout your wave of high, it arcs like a crescent and makes you shake with bliss after each wire of cum streaking your walls. âPlease- ngh-â
So sensitive. So fucking full.Â
It feels like ages of skin-on-skin until youâre finally dropping from your orgasm, spent cunt letting off only a few more pearly beads of juices.Â
And youâre mindlessly making to get onto your elbows, ready to have mercy upon your poor body and pull away when-
âWh-where do you think youâre going?â
âWha- oh!â
Being dragged back, youâre in the manhandling arms of Gojo Satoru once more. And he was gone- dazed eyes barely open, teeth snarling, pants labored. âDidnât you read the- the package, sweetheart?â As if you could think of reading - or doing, really - anything right now. Gojo snickers like he already knew the answer to that question, âI can last for hoooooours~â
Oh, fuck.
And he kept his word.Â
The packaging boasted about two to three hours of usage- but youâre fairly sure that Gojo was rock-hard and swollen for much, much longer.Â
He was dragging you with inhuman stamina through a second and third round after that, until your poor g-spot was so sensitive that itâd brought you to needy tears. Then a fourth, where his sensual fingers were cramping up- but heâd still pumped them inside until you were falling apart on them. Then a fifth, where youâd completely been dumbified on his cock, your high nothing but some zaps of electricity that he was still proudly wrenching out of your overworked body. And finallyâŚ
âNgh- ngh.â Gojo tries to muffle his lilâ whimpers by sucking on your tongue- failing. And itâs creating the most sinful songs, his fingertips weakly vibrating down your teary slope. âS-sooo goodâŚâ
Just the fact that you made The Strongestâs voice crack makes you gulp. âToru- how are you still even going-â
And he doesnât answer your question- not yet.Â
Gojo had you bent on all sloppy fours; his ridged abs melting into your back, hips merely grinding- not even thrusting by now, his chin digging into the crook of your neck. And most sinful of all, he had you in a damn headlock.Â
Angling your slobbering mouth into his, heâs urging you to spit between those pretty lips of his. âBecause I can always- hah, recharge.â How absolutely filthy.
Gojo giggles - giggles. âWhy thank you.â And apparently youâd said that last sentence out loud without even registering it.
And it was driving you mad, making you gyrate your hips back into his. So gone by now that tears were flowing freely down your cheeks nâ adding to the mess of saliva down on your pillows.
Youâre fucking him in lecherous strokes, mere drags of your walls down his veiny length. Every zig-zagged line was simply coated in enough slick nâ cum to slosh around inside of you. You let out a mewl, âI donât- oh please- I donât think I even c-can cum, ngh.â
âYou can, sweetheart- you will. Mâmaking sure of it-â Snarling against the shell of your ear. Even on low battery, the tremors of Gojoâs fingers were fatal.Â
Dragging out your clit, syncing with the honed strikes of his bulbous tip against your cervix. Just graaaazing you until you felt all raw.Â
âI need to make you cum- need to-â Heâs rolling his eyes to the back of his head, âJust get on your knees and Iâll- ngh, fuck, make youâŚâ
âI-Iâm already on my knees, Toruââ Crying out at the tightening of his headlock, beefy forearm restraining your airway.Â
âOh.â And by now you had no idea whether it was you or him that was more gone. Because Gojoâs completely drunk on the suctioning, heated feeling of your cunt. Already letting his pitch lilt octaves higher, breathy. You can feel the positively predatory grin on your skin- âThen cum, sweetheart~â
Whimpering, you canât do anything but throw your head back and let your body listen to him.Â
Like he could predict exactly when you were going to fall over the edge, you find white flashing behind your eyelids. Arms shaking, you can barely even hold yourself up as your nth orgasm of the night takes over you- but, luckily enough, you didnât have to with Gojoâs headlock holding you up.
Keeping you in place for him to rover his hungry cock, thrust after thrust through your high. Just the way you looked so pretty cumming âround his length made him flinch, made him start to moan.
It only takes him one, two, three squeezes from your throbbing walls to let go, too.Â
Moaning out your name like a mantra, one hand gripping the headboard, hips slammingâ
Splat! Splat! Splat!
Something hot nâ wet hits your shoulder, and your breath catches. Looking behind you, you find your heart stuttering at the sight of Gojo Satoru, overstimulated, crossed eyes scrunching as he tears up. He whispers- âCum- cumming. Did I do good, sweetheart?â
Gojo was crying at the blank bursts from the end of his shaft, youâd just made him cum dry. And he could do nothing but let the sudden bliss take over him, so much so that it was almost painful.Â
CRACKâ! Only later - hours and hours later - would you recognize that crack to be your poor bedframe. Shattering under his constant, feral strength - heâd broken the bed.
Again and againâ by now heâd collapsed on top of you, pushing you so far deep into the bed.Â
He looked so cute like this - bottom lip jutting out, eyes shuttered, grunting whimpers leaving his throat after each thrust. Oh-so-sensitive that it was making his entire body shake just to fuck you through your dual highs. âCanât believe-â Gojo chokes, sounding agonized, âC-canât believe- I- dry, oh. The thing you do to me.â
By the time youâre clear-headed enough to register his hazy words, the buzzing of his fingertips had died down completely. And he was instead using them to shovel in all the clingy wads of cum spraying out of your hole, overspilling.
As Gojo snuggles up to you from behind, he makes sure that not a single creamy drop gets wasted- sometimes slicking it over his fingerpads like glaze and sucking.Â
âMmmââ Youâre hearing Gojo hum from behind you, âF-five stars, huh, sweetheart?â
Rolling your eyes in fondness, âOh, shush.âÂ
âCanât, Iâm one of the loud types.â
And once Gojo simply occupies himself with making an even bigger mess of your dripping wet cunt, you find your eyes catching on something you hadnât thought about in hours.
The glasses - the dateviators, to be exact.
Theyâd somehow found themselves on your bedside table during all your lecherous chaos. Without thinking much of it, youâre leaning over to grab them. Putting them on and-
âThe fuck?â
Both of you snap your heads towards the commotion- the husky, mean baritone commotion. And both your jaw and the glasses clatter to the floor at the sight of a man more towering than Gojo. And somehow even more cocky.
Perhaps seven feet, maybe even taller. He had beady crimson eyes, and tattoos across nearly every inch of his muscular body - and that included all four beefy arms. Crossed rudely, a pink brow arches at the sight below him, âThe King ends up in a fuckinâ box under this bed and some pathetic rose toy gets to play with ya, mama?â
Gojo snarls, âOi- who the fuck are you, anyway?â
âRyomen Sukuna, or Duomen Sukuna- tch.â Unimpressed, he stares down your other non-human companion, âThe Strongest in history.â
âFalse advertising-â
âIâm going to kill-â
Your eyes inadvertently drop between Sukunaâs tattooed thighs; monstrously big, both long nâ mind-shatteringly veiny with a happy trail of pink. And almost instantly you know just what had just come to life - that one massive, double dildo from Bad Dragon thatâd once been gifted to you by your friends as a joke.
A joke.
Though, you werenât in much of a joking mood when you say-
âHow about we settle this-â And they both look at you in curiosity as you grin, â-in bed?â
âWe love the way you thinkâŚâ
A/N. I find myself so amusing for that ending.
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