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🏐 "𝑺𝑨𝑻𝑶𝑹𝑼 𝑮𝑶𝑱𝑶," ◦ ₊ㅤ ﹙ nsfw "hatefucking with gojo!" ꗃ .. smut mdni ꒰ ୨୧ ꒱ mina says reupload from toruzip ⁀ ˳ ⟡
You shouldn't have joked about not wanting your children to have blue eyes.
Your limbs felt like jelly, ass red with marks that resembled a certain man with white hair’s hands, and thighs trembling with squirt and cum dribbling down them. Initially you had tried to complain, on your hands and knees while snarkily replying back to him. Now… now you just took his cock, arms limp under you, your face and tits squished against the sofa, lewd loud moans being muffled into the pillow beneath your face that Satoru had so graciously placed.
“... ‘t-toru..” you mewled with a soft whine.
Satoru’s cock was driving in and out fast of your sloppy pussy with a pace that had you feeling numb from waist down. The wet ‘plap! plap! plap!’ filling the room, as Satoru leaned down, his sweaty muscular chest pressed against your arched back. “Yeah? Not complaining now, are you?” He punctuated his words with a hard slap to your ass, making you whimper out into the pillow.
“M’ssoryyyyy.. I–it was j–just a joke..!” you drawled on your words, before letting out a louder moan into the pillow, when the thick tip of Satoru’s cock hit your cervix.
Satoru leaned back up, his hands braced on either side of your hips, pressed against the soft material of the couch. His gaze darkened a little while he smirked down at you, lips twitching before he patted your ass so sweetly, as if he wasn't currently rearranging your insides. He let out a husky chuckle, “yeah? You say you’re joking now?”. He bit his lip at the sight of you, limp and breathless under him, just taking his cock like it was the only thing you could do. He hesitated, before leaning down over you again.
"You’re so fucking pathetic…" he huffed against your ear, his hot breath fanning against your earlobe. You could feel his soft lips brushing against his hips continuing their relentless thrusts on your dripping cunt. Your pussy clenched and quivered around his thick cock.
“..I–.. I hate you…” you moaned shamelessly into the pillow, letting out a small cry of pleasure when he hit your cervix again.
“I know you don’t, baby,” he mumbled softly, pressing a surprisingly gentle kiss to your hair. You almost mumbled out an ‘I love you’ until satoru sped up his hips again, fucking into your pussy with increased speed and lust. His eyes darkening at the sight of your plump ass jiggling, and your moans spilling out, muffled against the pillow as if you couldn’t fight it.
“I’ll f-fuck a baby into you.. show you just how pretty our children would look with my eyes and your–fuck... hair..”
🏩 "𝑲𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑶 𝑵𝑨𝑵𝑨𝑴𝑰," ◦ ₊ㅤ ﹙ sfw nanami takes care of you while you're on your period ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა artist credits: official jjk art plz reblog / like 2 support ⠀ ⃘໋ׅ♡ 𝑤.𝑐: 0.4k ⁀ ˳ ⟡
#⃝ 𝓦ARNINGS ◦ ₊ㅤ ㅤ﹙ fluff reader is nanami's wife she/her pronouns used Nanami is the sweetest husband eva only tooth rotting fluff you and nanami were high school sweethearts reader & nanami are mid-early 20s modern au / no sorcery 2nd person perspective
໒ִ 𓈒ིྀ ˚ ℳINA'S 𝓝OTES ⫽ ୧ྀ ─ I actually don't like writing for nanami that much masterlist <3
KENTO NANAMI placed his hand over your abdomen, gently sneaking his hand up your shirt to cup at the pouch where your womb was.
His lips brushed over the back of your hair, while you were pouting, eyes closed in the constant ache. “I feel so gross…” you mumbled, groaning when you felt that one cramp shoot to your rear in eye-watering pain. The first two days of your period were always the worst, you didn’t even want to get out of bed, too tired and sore, not wanting to deal with any daily tasks.
Kento was gentle, the sweetest husband, even.
“I’ll make you warm tea, my love, you can eat it with the chocolate chip bread rolls I bought recently,” He hummed in his deep voice against the back of your neck. Soft lips pressed against where your scalp faded into your neck, warm breath ghosting over the back of your neck in a comforting brush. His thumb moved gently over your skin, pressing just firmly enough to give you some sort of relief.
Kento had always been the person to look after you on your period, even back when you two were in high school, between the lines of friends and dating. He had wrapped his sweater around your waist at one point when you had bled through your school pants. “My tummy hurtsss… and can people still see?” You pouted, turning around so that nanami could check you from the back. His eyes had bored down your figure before shaking his head silently, “you can’t see,” he had said monotonously.
You had sighed, smiling before reaching over and pecking his cheek. His face burned up almost immediately, “thank you, Kento!”
And now, almost a decade later, as your husband, he was bringing you warm tea. Watching over you, keeping you safe, and loving you. Kissing your forehead, still blushing every now and then whenever you kissed him, but he was mostly used to it now.
"Kento... you're really sexy when you take care of me," you whined playfully, rubbing your eyes to turn over in bed to see what he had brought you. Nanami was frozen, setting down the tray on the bedside table, face flushed a deep red.
🏩 "𝑽𝑨𝑹𝑲𝑨," ◦ ₊ㅤ ﹙ nsfw varka's cock is big, as we all assumed, and it just causes a little bulge on his wifey’s abdomen when he's balls deep inside her ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა artist credits: @/aveli.nnn on insta plz reblog / like 2 support ⠀ ⃘໋ׅ♡ 𝑤.𝑐: 0.6k ⁀ ˳ ⟡
#⃝ 𝓦ARNINGS ◦ ₊ㅤ ㅤ﹙ smut p i v sex varka’s huge mentions of breeding reader’s body allows tummy bulges unprotected sex varka’s mean & teases you this mf knows exactly what he’s doing 2 u finger sucking mentions of cunnilingus reader is his wife slight dumbification
໒ִ 𓈒ིྀ ˚ ℳINA'S 𝓝OTES ⫽ ୧ྀ ─ I’m writing this before I go to bed after studying and reciting for so long omfg ⁺ ノ masterlist ◦ ₊
VARKA’s cock pulsed deep inside your pussy, your half lidded, pleasure-drunk eyes meeting his teasing ones.
“You feel me deeeep inside you, yeah?” He spoke in a low deep hum, kneeling on the bed before you, his hips pressed against yours. The room felt hot, sweaty, walls too thin for what you two were doing. Mondstadt saw him as the grandmaster, smiling, perfect, and a little empty headed at times. You were the one who saw past the outer shell, who got to experience him at his most depraved state.
His favourite state; being balls deep in his wife.
You hummed softly in response, naked and sweaty beneath him. Your thighs were aching from the past 20 minutes of “foreplay” which he loves so much. Burying his face between your thighs while striking his cock but edging himself so that he could finish inside your warm, sweet hole.
“I’m not letting any of it go to waste, m’kay?” He had told you, before filling you up repeatedly with his sticky white seed.
His hand shifted from your thigh, warmth spreading to your tummy when his large hand pressed down gently. Eliciting a soft moan from you, your hands clawing into the silk sheets, curling your toes and squirming. As if you weren’t already on edge. “Mmm… s-stoppp.. don’t press there,” you whined, left eye closed from the twitching pleasure.
“No?” He raised an eyebrow, smirking, before lifting his hand obediently and staring at your abdomen. “S’hard not to… can see my cock bulging from inside your cute belly,” he hummed lowly, hips slowly pulling back.
It’s almost like you could feel what he was about to do, already watching your back and holding on a breath. His hips slamming forward, knocking the air out of you, a loud moan passing unfiltered through your soft lips. “Fuck… you sound good with me in you, you look incredibly good with me inside you, you smell so good when I’m in you… wanna marry me, doll?” He breathed out, his hand moving from above your abdomen to grab your chin.
“We’re already marriedddd.. stop talking and just fuck me..”
He chuckled, moving to push his index and middle finger into your mouth. “Don’t even need to ask twice…” he grinned, eyes half lidded with blissful pleasure. He blinked, watching you instinctively suck on his fingers with muffled soft moans, before he pulled his hand back, pushing your thighs down against your chest again. Lifting his hips, and slamming back into your again.
Plap. Plap. Plap.
Your breathing had quickened, your head lolling to the side, moaning out loud between every thrust. The room was loud and lewd. A fwop here and a shlorp there. “A-ah.. ah… mmh..!” You moaned out for him, mouth agape, eyes squeezed shut. While he was groaning shamelessly and moving his hips with a desperate pace.
“F-fuck yeah… you love this, don’t you?” He chuckled between his own gasps at your mindless nodding, “love being fucked dumb by me,” he punctuated dumb with a sharper thrust, pressing the gummy head of his cock against your cervix. Before focusing on the quicker, more shallow thrusts.
His pace quickened when he felt the tingle at the back of his spine, that euphoric sensation buzzing through him, before he stuttered and slammed against your hips for the last time.
Cum spurted from the tip of his cock, painting your walls in his warm white seed again. Filling you up for the nth time that night. His body blanketing yours in a warm hug, kissing the tension and stress away on your face. “Y-yeah.. just… a little more, angel..” he breathed out, muscles tightened and sweating all over. Nose nudging against your cheek.
“Just… a few more rounds, I need to see your tummy all big, whether that be from our babies… or just that cute bulge from my dick.”
🏩 "𝑹𝑨𝑭𝑨𝒀𝑬𝑳 𝑴𝑶," ◦ ₊ㅤ ﹙ nsfw rafayel draws hearts with his tongue on your clit #⃝ 𝓦ARNINGS ◦ ₊ㅤ ㅤ﹙ cunnilingus fluffy oral sex he's an artist okay ໒ִ 𓈒ིྀ ˚ ℳINA'S 𝓝OTES ⫽ ୧ྀ ─ why do i barely see rafayel smut artist credits plz reblog / like 2 support⠀ ⃘໋ׅ♡
♡⃘𓈒 The pink, wet muscle swept over your small entrance, eliciting a shiver from you.
ℛafayel mo groaned softly against your dripping slit, burying his face deeper into the wet entrance, nudging the tip of his nose against your clit. "Cutie..." he breathed wetly against your pussy, before pulling his head back and looking at you with half lidded eyes.
You had been squirming and moaning, hands tangled in his deep purple hair, before pouting when the sensations stopped. Only to see your boyfriend looking at you with a widening smile, and not giving you head like he had promised.
"Whatttt? Why'd you stop..?" you sighed, pouting and lolling your head to the side, a little annoyed.
"Cutie, you wouldn't understand but I've just had a rush of artistic inspiration," he smirked and nodded, hands still holding your aching thighs apart. His thumbs softly brushing over the inner corners, making your hole slowly tense up and relax from the feeling. The room smelling of sex, his bedsheets rumpled up in a corner so that he could give you his undivided attention.
You rolled your eyes and glared down at him, settling back on your forearms so that you could see him properly. "You're thinking of painting while between my legs?" You scoffed at him, upper lip curling in annoyance.
He tutted, shaking his head and lifting one hand to wriggle his index finger in a "no-no" motion.
"Nuh-uh, I've had a rush of inspiration about eating you out," he explained, while you were deadpanning, thinking about how he would be swimming with the fishes he loved soon if he didn't get on with making you cum. "Moving the tongue over the clit up and down, sideways, flicking it, so boring, so overdone, so untalented." he rolled his eyes, shaking his head, before looking at your with that smile again.
"A woman like you deserves to have her boyfriend express his love, even when he's face deep inside her... fishy place."
You threw a pillow at his head.
"Okay, okay! Fishsticks... heavens forbid I don't want to use such vulgar words to describe my safe place," he sighed and shook his head at you playfully, while you were looking at him with a death glare. The glare caused him to cough awkwardly and get on with his point, "I'm gonna draw hearts on your clit with my tongue, and it'll be the most beautiful orgasm you've ever had."
You huffed, lying back down again. "You could've skipped the monologue."
He hummed, spreading your legs apart again, nuzzling his nose against the wet folds, "where's the fun in that?" He took a deep breath before burying his face into your pussy again, making you whimper, curl your toes and squeeze your eyes shut. Your hands darted, reaching for the comfort of his hair again, letting out a soft moan when his tongue locked up from the tight opening.
Tracing up, he suckled his mouth around your soft clit, groaning wetly around it, as his fingers slid into your pussy with a wet squelch. He had closed his eyes long before, like he did whenever he was enjoying his high end food from restaurants. He did always say he had a taste for the finer things in life.
Snob.
"you taste s'good..." his voice was muffled against your pussy, sending vibrations through your body, causing your back to arch a little. One of your hands leaving his hair to push up his shirt you were wearing and palm your soft breasts.
"Yeah... play with yourself.." he whispered, before popping his mouth free from your clit, and beginning to trace small circles around it. His fingers curled inside you, as he noticed the tightening and quivering of your hole. He wanted you to cum on his face so badly.
His tongue slowly traced the first curve around your clit before making the second, drawing little hearts over your sensitive bud with his tongue.
The hearts he traced were slow and meaningful, making you shiver and whine, squirming under him as your climax approached. His fingers were relentless, moving fast and quick inside you, curling up to rub against the spongey sensitive spot on your walls, making wet squelching sounds with every thrust of his fingers.
"R-Rafayel..!" You called out, breath hitching before you opened your mouth in a silent moan, pussy tightening and squirting out in little increments on his face. He didn't like to waste anything, not his paint, his food, nor your essence. He opened his eyes, half lidded to make sure he was getting all of your creamy liquid, before pulling away with a face that was dripping from the nose down.
"Do you wanna return the favour now, cutie?" He said softly, breathless.
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⤷ game hint : minors do not proceed nsfw works ໒꒱ིྀ ─ ask box ⋮ the town of Ebisugaoka does not welcome ℛequests ୧ we open our arms to thirsts, questions, etc. ︵⠀⠀⊹⠀ છ hateful asks result in a straight block. / ꔫ
🛻 "you have been supplied with a 3-day VISA," ◦ ₊ ㅤ﹙ ℳina GOJO'S wife ꒰ ㆍ♩ extra desi ꗃ .. she ◞ him ꒰ ୨୧ ꒱ twentee ⌣ ✧ enfp ʬ click me dear player, your visa is valid for 72 hours. ﹅ ꒰ moots ꒱
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ㅤ `· . ꔫ WHO IS THE JOKER? ꒰ @ihatemina ꒱
⤷ welcome to the borderlands ◞ minors interact with caution, ⌣ all players must be ( 16+ ) ─ ask box ⋮ don't supply mina with ℛequests ୧ give thirsts, questions, etc. 𖥔 hateful asks result in a straight block. / ꔫ
🏩 "𝑺𝑨𝑻𝑶𝑹𝑼 𝑮𝑶𝑱𝑶," ◦ ₊ㅤ ﹙ sfw headcanons w/ husband 𝒢ojo 𝒮atoru in canon compliant universe #⃝ 𝓦ARNINGS ◦ ₊ㅤ ㅤ﹙ mentions of gojo possibly dying fluff megumi & tsumiki cameo tooth rotting fluff ໒ִ 𓈒ིྀ ˚ ℳINA'S 𝓝OTES ⫽ ୧ྀ ─ do we like this new type of set up, and should i do a nsfw ver. of this post? plz reblog / like 2 support⠀ ⃘໋ׅ♡
♡⃘𓈒 ℋusband!gojo who never took off his blindfold, and was struggling to find ways to cover his eyes properly. That was until his 27th birthday, 3 years into your marriage where you, his wife, made custom black blindfolds to block out most natural light and sight so that he could rely on his senses comfortably. No more accidental headaches or nosebleeds, thanks to you. "how do I look?" he had strutted around, posing for you with the newly made blindfolds, as you smiled sweetly and squealed, gushing over how handsome he looked.
♡⃘𓈒 ℋusband!gojo who never leaves home without kissing your cheek and hugging you while complimenting you. Even if it was 6 in the morning, his arms would wrap around you in bed, his breath brushing against the back of your neck, as he talked softly while spooning his sleepy wife. "you're so pretty... I'm g'nna be thinking of you all day... I'm gonna miss your soft lips so badlyyy.." he'd whine, before planting soft kisses to your forehead and cheeks, as you'd squirm and grumble, half asleep, but he'd leave to go teach.
♡⃘𓈒 ℋusband!gojo who loves showering you in gifts, he has the money, in fact he has a lot of it. What’s the point of it all if he doesn’t use it to shower you with gifts you like? You want that new dress? Gifted to you personally within a few hours. You want to try out that new restaurant downtown? He has a reservation there for the weekend. You need Sylus’s new myth cards? He’s already swiping his card and pulling on your account, just so you can wake up to a fully maxed out Sylus Vampire myth. He gets a little drunk on the kisses and praise you give him.
♡⃘𓈒 ℋusband!gojo who didn't often argue with you, but was always the first to reach out for you and want to fix the problem. You got angry at hime once for not paying any attention to you over the week, as he was busy with exorcising curses and teaching through most of the day, leaving him only a few hours to cuddle and sleep with you. The both of you had went back and forth for an entire hour, until you gave up and just walked upstairs, trying to cool down. He was the first to come to you, hold you, and talk softer. “I’ll make time for you. I haven’t forgotten you, but I need you to know it’s not always easy to balance all these things in my life. I love you, and I always will, but sometimes I just need you to be there for me when I’m struggling, okay?” He explained to you softly, before you had apologised and made up with him that night. Even if he wasn’t the one in the wrong, he’d be the first to reach out for you again.
♡⃘𓈒 ℋusband!gojo who tries his best to avoid upsetting his pretty wife. He’s seen all those videos that Megumi texts him, about the terrible husbands and the women in the comments venting about the things that their husbands do wrong. It’s almost like a symbiotic relationship they have. Megumi sends him all these videos to make sure that Gojo doesn’t mess up being a husband, and Gojo makes sure to give you an excuse whenever you wanted to spend time with your ‘children’ with Gojo.
♡⃘𓈒 ℋusband!gojo who treats Megumi and tsumiki like your biological children in your married house, making them visit over from their dorms to play house every week. He tries to avoid it best he can, knowing how Megumi could be, but there were times where he just wanted to make you feel apart of a normal family for once. He’d dress up all nicely, search up ‘dad jokes’ on his phone before Megumi arrived, and made sure to crack the cheesiest ones so that you could laugh and giggle at him. So that you could connect with Megumi and Tsumiki about how “cheesy” their dad was. He watched you three from the living room, as Megumi was washing the dishes, while Tsumiki was drying them next to him, and you were cleaning up the kitchen counters, chatting with them like they were you children, referring to gojo as their dad so naturally.
♡⃘𓈒 ℋusband!gojo who is scared of leaving you alone. He fears that one day, this all might end. That he might never get to be able to see you old, wrinkled with lines that told stories about how much he made you laugh. He fears for the unknown, the mysteries of the future where his wife may have to buy her own flowers to put them at his grave. He knows that those thoughts aren’t reality, or at least for now, but he does watch you sleep peacefully at night and hold you just a bit tighter so that you remember how he holds you in the future.
♡⃘𓈒 ℋusband!gojo who never leaves you with doubts of returning home when he leaves in the morning. He’s the one with the fears, as you already know of your husband’s capabilities and gloating, but he needs that reassurance. While he may appear cool, collected and smiley all throughout the day, even when dealing with dangerous curses, his mind is only focusing on one person and repeating the same phrase over and over again. As if to not forget who’s waiting for him at him.
“I miss my wife,” he pouted with a sigh, before exorcising a special grade curse with ease, and already taking out his phone to see what you were doing.
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◦ ₊ㅤ ﹙ 𝑺𝒀𝑵𝑶𝑷𝑺𝑰𝑺 ﹚The world of illegal street racing in the Tokyo underground crimminal network is run by these four men. Everyone knows them, everyone fears them. The 6 eyes, he's known by, is one of the most feared street racers, tied to multiple murders of people who tried hurting him or his loved ones, and his long list of wins. He only competes with the racer who's known as the king of curses. The one street racer with the biggest temper, the only one who has his wins actively competing with the six eyes. Neither of these racers are without their mechanic though, Suguru Geto. He's nice, with that fake smile, but only one woman knows the truth behind him rigging half the races, stealing money, and blacklisting any racers that got on his bad side. Then there's the one that holds the whole operation together, Nanami, the one recruiting all these racers and hooking them onto gambling on the winners. They're all evil evil men..
ꗃ .. CHARACTERS ꒰ gojo s. geto s. nanami k. sukuna r. ꒱
⊹ ︵ WARNINGS ◦ ₊ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ﹙ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ mdni smut cunnilingus oral sex (f receive) blowjobs mutual masturbation piv sex car sex slight exhibitionism fingering mentions of pregnancy breeding (nanami) mentions of gangs drugs guns murders illegal street racing gambling toxic men jjk men hating each other reader is just along for the ride fem!reader
౿ ˚ MINA'S NOTES ⫽ ✿ ─ I just rewrote some of this and reuploaded it from last year, my older works were... interesting.. mangacap
ɞ⠀.⠀gojo ノ⠀satoru ﹗ ໒꒱۪
The 6 eyes, recognised by his flashy blue modified car. By far, the most modified car, with the racer having learnt the engines, controls, etc by memory. With no help whatsoever from others just from how advanced the tech was. Sukuna always scoffed, arguing that Satoru needed his little gadgets to win against him, while he only needed his skills.
He wins almost every race.
There's no joke about his prodigy status, especially when he's been training some new kids on the block named Megumi and Yuta. Though, not many, in fact no one outside of you and Satoru knew about the two kids personally. Having to take care of them, since the fushiguro's father and mother weren't in the picture anymore.
"we're parents!" He had squealed to you when you were helping Megumi brush his teeth one morning, since the five year old was sleepy and down with a cold. It didn't matter if you were in a robe, looking tired and annoyed, you'd always look soooo fine to Gojo when you were with his (adopted) kids.
Despite the crowd of women flocking to his car after races or even before them at the showcases, his eyes remained on one woman. You.
And yet, he still entertained girls now and then with flirty comments and glances, just to see you jealous. "Pleaseeee?" The girl begged, as she was offering a marker to the white haired racer an hour before the race was set to begin. Her lips jutted out in a petulant pout to appear more cute, while her other hand was pointing at her dangerous amount of cleavage.
Satoru, knowing exactly what he was doing, bit his bottom lip and smirked, "hell yeah. Keep those tits steady, can't mess up my autograph," he raised an eye brow and tilted his head to the right, smiling at the blushing woman.
Taking the marker out of her hand, he popped off the cap with his teeth, one hand out to steady her while the other was rapidly signing his signature. Even taking the time to poorly draw a little chibi of himself and his car on her skin. A flick of his wrist and he's flipping a coin, watching it flip in the air as he muttered to himself with a smirk, "heads and I get a kiss..." before landing it smack on the back of his opposite hand and smirking down at it.
"Tails, she's pissed at me."
He staggered into the sleek car, opening the shiny car door softly and trying to gauge your reaction. Your head turned away from him, only able to see a small glimpse of your face in the reflection of the window. Not even a greeting, he could practically feel the anger seething off you.
"Satoru," you talked to him flatly as he felt a strange thrill tingle down him, not your usual calls of "..'toru!" In a whiny tone. He squealed out happily and reached out his arms quickly, trying to get a feel of his favourite girl.
You stopped him halfway, hand outreached and pressing your palm flat to his face, his dark tinted sunglasses smushed against his face. His eyes squeezed shut as he didn't bother to even remove your hand, just continuing to try and reach out to hold you.
"Babyyy, are you mad at me? C'mon, you know I didn't do anything bad!" He pouted playfully and tried to reach out further again to hold you.
You grumbled, lips downward in a small frown and your lower lip jutted out in a small pout. He was close enough to smell the strong musk of his cologne, you liked to joke about it being 'illegal cologne for criminals' when you were not annoyed with Satoru. Right now was not one of those times.
"Satoru. I know what I saw," you scoffed and let go of his face to jerk your thumb back over your shoulder, pointing at the girl still outside the car window nearby. "You think it's a joke? I'm being serious, you're gonna end up sleeping on the..." you trailed off confused before grumbling his name in a louder, high pitched tone when he pulled out a small coke bag from the pocket of his leather jacket.
"I swear to god if you snort cocaine before a race, when I'm mad at you—" you paused to snatch away the baggy and stuff it down the side of the car you were in. "—I'm never seeing you again and you can say goodbye to... sleeping with me, holding my hand..." you continued to rattle off on your fingers.
Satoru sighed but smirked, reaching out to hold your hands in his, pressing kisses onto your knuckles when you tried to punch him. "Are you jealous, pretty girl?"
His teasing question was mean with your deadpanned face, completely unamused and thinking long strings of swears towards him.
He chuckled before leaning over to kiss at your forehead, even while you grumbled and halfheartedly tried to push him off of you. "C'mon, as if you'd ever be able to to refuse sleeping with THE Satoru Gojo," he scoffed proudly and leaned back in his own chair, blue eyes staring into yours.
"Plus I looooove you, isn't that enough? I wouldn't ever cheat," he argued earnestly, enough to make you pout and falter in your annoyance a little. You knew Satoru. Knew that from being such a high status, as being the clan leader of the 'Gojo Clan', the only recent successor to have one of those special knacks for dealing with cars and having multiple eyes just to know what races he would win and what ones he wouldn't, he would've cast you aside already if he wasn't serious about being exclusive with you.
He's already got a lot on his plate, the recent drug busts at where he would usually have Nanami deal, and rivalling Sukuna, the leader of the Ryomen clan for so long, maybe he was just tired and it looked like—
"Besides, I barely stared at her tits for like, what? 4 seconds? I stare at your tits like all the time—" he was casually admitting with that signature smirk, before letting out some playful exaggerated grunts when you punched his chest and shoulder repeatedly. "—uff pretty girl did I say something wrong? C'mon, why are you punching the most handsome man in the universe? Is this to do with that ovulation cycle reminder notification on your phone? You can just ask nicely for me to fuck—"
He was in the middle of playfully teasing you, before hearing the annoying growl of an engine drive in front of him towards the race line. Sukuna leaning out of his car with a scowl, "Yah, are you still parked here? I mean, I know I'm a strong racer but giving up sooooo easily?" He smirked before sticking out his tongue and pulling down at his lower eye lid just to piss Satoru off. He was eventually pulled back into his car by his girlfriend, out of view for you and Satoru to see.
You sighed when Satoru didn't pause to start up the sleek, illegally modified car and quickly pulled up to the start line of the race. "Look, all I'm asking is that you stop... are you even listening to me right now?" You glared at Satoru.
Meanwhile, Satoru was truly listening to you, but just to piss you off even more, had his eyes playfully undressing the scantily dressed flag girl who was approaching and standing between the two revving cars. He only whined and gently grabbed your hand when you were pinching his ear in retaliation, "okay okay, I'm not gonna stare, let me focus on the race so that asshole can't win."
The red lights flashed down at the two revving cars, dust and flames flying as cheers were heard all around from people watching. All from novice racers to fan girls of Satoru and Sukuna. The loud mechanical beeps as the flag girl shifted the top piece of her race flag bikini, before swiftly raising the two flags in her hands. Satoru's grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly, shifting the grip as he leaned his head back and cockily glimpsed over at Sukuna's car.
Your hands gripped down on the leather seat with a fast and tight hold, a second before both the flags were lowered quickly. Cars zoomed past her in a flash, the red sleek car initially took the lead.
"Cocky bastard.." Satoru scoffed when seeing Sukuna sticking his tongue out at him for a brief moment when he was whizzing past.
It didn't take long for the whizzing blue car to ram upwards near the last minute of the race. You were busy squeezing your eyes shut and counting down from ten, hoping you didn't throw up. Satoru was getting off on the thrill, on the chase, on the racetrack.
Just as soon as it started, the car stopped to a slow halt. Satoru's hand pulled away from the fancy gadgets and modifications to grab at your thigh, rubbing gently. His breath uneven, despite the cocky smirk that made its way to his lips. His other hand making way through the locks of white hair, a self satisfied expression.
He won. Again.
"Get in the backseat," he breathed out, rubbing your thigh gently before letting go.
You wanted to be mad, to be annoyed at him and set your foot down. To show him just how much he had pushed you this time, to show him just how scary you could be when he tried to get on your bad side. You were bad at that. So bad at it.
The wet shlicks filled the car, rocking it gently on its tires. Parked in some dark corner under a bridge, far away from race or anyone really. Clothes thrown across the car, in random places, as both of your sweat slicked bodies combined. The windows were fogged up, a hand quickly reaching out to draw a shaky smiley face through the fog. You didn't even have the energy or brain to complain to Satoru about being distracted.
Hell, you were distracted. His muscular body completely covering yours in the now sweaty leather seats in the back, his face focused entirely on your expression. White locks sticking to his forehead before he brushed a hand through his hand and grabbed your legs, hitching your ankles over his shoulders.
You whined out his name at the different angle, reaching out your hands for him when he leaned down, essentially folding you in half. "... 'toruuuu.." you whined when he smirked between heavy breaths.
"First time you're calling me that— fuck, tonight, huh? god you're so tight..." He groaned out when tracing a shaky finger over your cheek.
"I'm.. mmh, still mad...!" You tried to whine out, before letting out a high pitched moan when he thrusted in erratically. A breathless chuckle escaped his lips when he stared down, taking in your blissed out expression. "Yeah, pretty girl? Keep going.. ngh— keep complaining while I make you— fuck, cum on my c-cock.."
Oh god. You were so screwed.
ɞ⠀.⠀geto ノ⠀suguru ﹗ ໒꒱۪
Geto Suguru, the mechanic.
While specifically working for Satoru as his best friend, everyone had small business dealings with the cunning man. He's the man that all novice racers think of as too good to be working at these street racing events, too pure-hearted and meant for big star companies. Suspected to have a secret child with you, from how gentle he is with the two girls he had fostered a year ago.
But they don't know how he gets when he's angry, how he gets when he knows he can get a jackpot out of manipulating one of the poor little gambling addicts that nanami had trapped in this sick world. They don't know how mean he is behind everyone's back, gossiping and laughing at all the misfortunes befalled on people that never suspected him to be behind it.
You do though.
His little assistant. Always babbling your pretty little head off while showing him all the cool new contraptions and modifications you had made to one of their test cars, showing him the freaky gadgets you had made in your spare time. Flicking his forehead whenever he jokingly insulted you, "mhmmmm, now how about you actually get back to your job that I pay you for doll?" His gossip sessions are met with the most unamused looks from you, "his dumbass went and got caught after I gave him all that counterfeit– hey! Come on, why are you looking at me like that? I told him to not show anyone," he would laugh out before shaking his head and getting back to the engine of the car.
And then it was the other part of your little relationship that neither of you addressed.
The stolen kisses, the make out sessions in the back of Satoru's car that neither of you told him about. He mayyyyy or may not have eaten you in the back of said car before too, and his mean tsking whenever you made a mess and squirted, but it's whatever, you know? But it's not just one sided either! You jerk him off whenever you two are bored in the workshop, or suck him off when he asks all nicely, just... needing a little something to take the edge off.
Free time in the workshop is either spent getting fucked out of your mind by Suguru, or getting high.
"I just wanna get high with my lover ♫" Kalil Uchis's voice sings sweetly in the background, loudly playing from your phone that was forgotten on the console of the car. Suguru scoffed and groaned, throwing his head back before sitting up in the car again and throwing the joint out the window, to be cleaned and dealt with later.
"You always put on this goddamn song... do you need to be so literal?" He questioned you incredulously, "every situation calls for a weirdly specific song."
You only looked at him annoyed in response, too busy grabbing your phone off the console, about to change the song. "You played that one 'mantra' song when getting ready to go out with Shoko and Utahime last weekend, and don't even get me started on our last little 'sleepover' where you started playing motive by Ariana Grande when I was trying to initiate a kiss!"
"I was kidding around!" You giggled at him and shared a small glance at him while he crawled over the dashboard from the driver seat into the back passenger seats where you were. "Also, are you admitting we're lovers?" You cooed at him with a playful pout.
"Ohhh, we're going back into this again?" He said absentmindedly, his eyes everywhere but on you. Throwing some bits and bobs from the seats out the window before settling back next to you.
"I'm gonna play... Love Hangover next if—" you were speaking before you stopped at the feeling of Suguru cupping the back of your neck, his hand warm and rough. Before you even knew it, his lips pressed onto yours, all warm and soft, moving with gentleness that made your thighs ache. You were left wanting more when he pulled away after a seconds, pouting while he looked at you with a deadpan.
"Don't play any other goddamn songs, okay?" He told you, and covered your mouth when you were about to speak. "Just nod or shake your pretty head, doll," he instructed as you nodded.
A beat of silence overtook you both, before he asked a question that made you feel a small throb. His smile was so sweet, you could've mistaken his question for something wholesome if you hadn't actually heard him.
"Do you wanna spread your legs for me, doll?"
You whined and began to subconsciously press your thighs together before nodding at him, while he smirked and began to ease you backwards, spreading your legs, cooing "yeah? Wanna spread your legs for Suguru, doll?"
You hesitated before letting out a soft whine when feeling his hand already trailing up your waist and hooking onto the waistband of the cargo pants you had on, small stains and spills of oil and other car fluids. Your head moved subconsciously, nodding to his request as he smirked at your state and pressed a kiss to your forehead.
God you should really rethink the type of underwear you wear when knowing Suguru's going to do this.
He slid off your jeans with ease, pushing you back to lay down on the seats and spread your legs to accommodate his large shoulders. "Can't I pick a song at least?" You whined with a small pout, while Suguru was busy pushing your underwear aside, into the junction of your thigh and letting out a warm breath at the sight of your glistening folds.
"Yeah yeah, just— don't put on some specific song.." he muttered before leaning in the flat on his thumb to rub over your puffy folds.
Your hands trembled when holding your phone, before giving up when you felt him waste no time in leaning his tongue in and tasting you. Your lips spread by his hands, while he leaned his tongue in to drive kitten licks all over your sensitive spots.
Your hands were still trembling, as you clawed them down to dig into Suguru's scalp, causing him to groan into your sensitive skin. A shiver running down your neck, when he pushed in a finger inside your tight hole, before adding a second and pumping them in unison. "fuuuuck yeah—" he groaned, focusing his tongue to suckle on your puffy clit.
He was a messy eater too, loudly slurping and suckling while you whined and moaned, half embarrassed and half turned on. Your hands tugging on his hair, confused whether you wanted him closer or whether you wanted him to shut up.
"Y-you're so loud..." you stuttered a little, before letting a small whimper of his name slip. He scoffed a little, continuing to suckle and slurp loudly. His voice was muffled against your dripping entrance, too focused on getting you off.
His tongue traced around your clit, flicking his tongue over it before he suckled it up into his mouth. Sucking on it gently as his thumb was beginning to press and shallowly thrust into your tight hole. He groaned softly before licking down and beginning to focus on your hole again, his thumb, still wet and slick from being inside you, was slowly rubbing over your clit.
The car was stuffy, and your clothes felt oh so hot. You just need to get a grounding on your senses, take off all your clothes and just let him take care of you.
"You know I'm not g'nna stop.." was what you could make out of his voice between the lewd noises.
It wasn't long before your thighs began to tremble, your voice rising a pitch higher and your nails digging in gently to his scalp. He could tell the signs, all too familiar with them when he redoubled in his efforts to make you come. With a whine of his name, you came, cumming on his face and leaving his chin, cheeks and lips dripping with your essence.
He pulled away slowly and licked his lips, before using the back of his hand to wipe at just how messy your (neo)essence was on his cheeks and chin.
"Now you wanna bend over for me or what?"
ɞ⠀.⠀nanami ノ⠀kento ﹗ ໒꒱۪
He does the dirty work that no one else at the car meet ups do. He's the one pulling up his sleeves, all to keep his wife quiet and safe.
Your husband, as sweet and transparent as he makes himself, he lies. He lies to you so innocently, you have no choice but to believe him! He's doing business, he's keeping you all safe at your shared home, living like a princess. All you have to do is love him, and don't question what he does.
Sure he comes back home with blood on his sleeves a few times, the smell of weed and his palm often seems unnaturally red, but he can't be lying to you! He's Kento Nanami, your husband, the one who doesn't lie.
All you know of his co-workers is that they're lazy and clueless to how his 'industry' really works. What is Kento's industry? ... business. What type of business? And by that question he would've already distracted you and made you forget all about your silly concerns. Sukuna's there for the thrill of beating Satoru Gojo, and Satoru's there for the thrill of the race itself. Neither of them want to 'bore' themselves with recruits for the races.
So while you're sitting all pretty and cozy at home, Kento's rolling back his sleeves and adjusting his tie in the grimy bathroom. Looking dead straight ahead, and hiding his wedding ring into his wallet, before picking up his briefcase and exiting with a sigh.
It's only a few steps on the sticky floors of Shibuya subway before he tilts his head to the side, analysing the man in the hoodie in front of him.
Easy enough.
The young man, with a small stubble and greying eyes looks up from his phone when seeing a smiling Nanami Kento, looking down at him. Nanami doesn't think twice before flicking the cigarette out of the young man's hand and stepping it into the floor with the most charming smile.
"Hey, what the hell man?" The man questioned him, getting riled up and confused. Pushing his hoodie back to reveal the messy black locks of hair on his face, his jumper wasn't zipped up properly either. Revealing a green fast food employee uniform, with the name tag still on, 'Atushi'. He ran a hand through his hair, scoffing at Nanami as the blond man reached out his hand with a business card.
"Please, no need to yell sir. I can tell you're a good man, smart enough to make money..." Kento trailed off, glancing down at the name tag away before chuckling in that unnerving smile again when Atushi snatched the business card out of his hand.
"What's it to you? I'm not here to join your weird multi level marketing scheme—" he was speaking annoyed, eyes reading over the card before raising one of his eyebrows confused. It was all about car racing, and how much money people made within the first week. Too good to be true.
"Are you one of those YouTubers that play pranks on random people? What the hell is this?" He argued back and shook the card in his hands.
"No no, please, good sir, I would never!" Nanami shook his head innocently and smiled at Atushi. Adjusting his tie discreetly, and running a hand through his well groomed blond locks. His lips, although smiling and soft, his eyes only crinkled slightly. Making a small chill run down Atushi's neck, maybe he shouldn't yell so much in a random subway.
"...I do need money, but I'm not doing whatever—" he shook the card in his hand again, "—this is!" He huffed.
Nanami only smiled in response before offering the man two things from his large hands. His name tag, and a small stack of fresh 100,000 yen notes. Atushi looked at Nanami quizzically before glancing down at his chest again, noticing his name tag gone. When the hell did Nanami grab it?
"What— is this some kind of magic trick? I'm telling you man, I'm not interested, I've already got my sister to take care of," Atushi shook his head and scoffed incredulously, hesitating to take his name tag back.
"Your sister, huh?" Nanami tilted his head to the side slightly before continuing. "I'm sure that a responsible man like you would know just how valuable even 100, 000 yen would be. It doesn't take much to earn either, can you drive?"
Atushi hesitated, quacking glancing at Nanami's face and then down at his hands again before looking up into those dark eyes. "I can. Why?"
"Novice races. They're easy, really! You can even bet some money on the pro leagues, and earn huuuge stacks of cash," Nanami persuaded him with that sweet smile. Offering out his hand again. "I'll let you borrow this money from me with no charge, just promise me you'll show up on Friday Night at the place on my card." Kento grinned.
It felt like time had slowed for Atushi, as he hesitated between his two options. His grubby fast food job again, the manager he didn't like, and barely able to pay for Keiko's medical bills. The other option was more tempting, a whole golden goose if he played his cards right.
He took the money.
Kento grinned even wider and threw away the name tag. "You're a smart man. I'm sure you'll spend that money wisely." Little did Atushi know about the word the smooth talking blond man had dragged him into.
Nanami would always return home, making sure to rub off any other smells and return the smell of that rich cologne you had picked out for him on your last anniversary. He felt a bit guilty every now and then when having to talk about how annoying his nonexistent office coworkers were, and convince you that it would be a terrible idea for you to ever visit him at the office.
"I'm making an honest living for us, aren't I? Isn't that enough, darling?" Kento asked in a soft voice when cupping your face and kissing your forehead.
"But... I've only met your office coworkers at our wedding!" You pouted at Kento and huffed softly. You had only met the charming Gojo and Geto at your wedding reception, both of them with their own plus ones and teasing Nanami about how Nanami always kept you away from their 'workplace'.
"Ah, ah, ah" he shushed you quickly with a swift and soft kiss to your lips. Leaving you a little confused and dazed, pouting up at him.
You were about to protest before Nanami cut you off again, pressing his finger to your lips, "I'll invite over Suguru and Satoru for dinner next week, how about that? You can even meet the new intern, Ino." Quietness followed as you thought about it, while he held back that cunning smirk of his when his pretty wife finally shut her mouth.
"No point in dwelling on it now, I've already invited them," he lied to you smoothly and adjusted his tie, loosening it while crawling onto the sofa with you. His hips settling between your thighs, his large warm hands gently pushing your nightgown out of the way. "Hm? And you wore... that piece?"
He raised an eyebrow, amused when glimpsing down at the cute pink number you had on with the little bow at the front, the one Kento loved.
His lips gently pressed onto your plump ones, silencing you while your thighs trembled and ached. Soft whimpers and whines escaping your lips, pressing Kento on to hook his fingers around the waistband of your underwear and sliiiiid them off smoothly. He pulled away from the kiss and held up your underwear, dangling it in front of you.
Your blush and embarrassed whine onto seemed to turn him on more, "Kento!" You squealed and tried to grab at the pink number, before he pulled it out of your reach and tutted at you. "Ah, ah, ah, greedy girl. What have I been teaching you?"
You pouted at his words, watching him stuff the lacy number into the pocket of his pants. "Patience..." you muttered, a little annoyed. He only seemed to smile at your words and kissed your forehead again, more mockingly this time. "Mhm, good job.." he cooed before continuing, "gonna keep this cute little number for later, okay? Save for when I'm all alone and missing.. this.."
He breathed out heavily, parting your legs again gently and sliding a single hand between, rubbing at the slit. "So messy..." he muttered mockingly.
His small teasing touches shifted bolder when he began to kiss you, muffling your small moans and whimpers. Two fingers gently but steadily pumping in and out of your puffy hole, the heel of his palm rubbing against your sensitive clit. You moaned his name out into the kiss, not even having to say a word as he fastened his movements.
"Such a pretty wife f'me.." he whispered into the kiss before pulling away, fingers not stopping in their pumping. He admired your flushed out look for a second before glancing down at where his fingers were so lewdly pumping in and out, small wet squelches could be heard. He smirked before looking back up at your face, cocking his head to the side.
"Stick your tongue out for me darling," he muttered, his free hand trailing up to gently tilt your chin up.
You obliged obediently, making him groan softly, "such an obedient wife for me, aren't you?" He cooed and began to slowly try and sneak a third finger in. When you began to whine and whimper at the intrusion, he leaned in and suckled on the tip of your tongue.
It wasn't long before you came on his hand, warmly coating the tips of his fingers. His hand slowly sliding out after your orgasm, lifting it up to his lips before sucking them clean. Eyes locked onto your dazed and flustered ones, knowing he had successfully distracted you once again. Just like every other time when you tried to question him about anything tied to his job.
"Have you ever thought about having a baby, darling?" He asked, innocently enough for you to believe he was asking from the genuine curiosity and love he had for you. You nodded in response to his question, slurring on your words a little, breathless, "yeah.. sometimes..."
He nodded, before kissing your forehead again. "Wanna spread those pretty legs for me then, darling? Maybe we should do a test round... or two."
ɞ⠀.⠀sukuna ノ⠀ryomen ﹗ ໒꒱۪
Sukuna's known for his attitude. Everyone knows not to piss him off.
Everyone knows especially not to mess with his girlfriend, you. Someone flirts with you? Unconscious with a black eye an hour later. Someone compliments you? The most venomous glares ever, as if silently threatening the person to not overstep. Someone bumps into you? You have to physically pull Sukuna back from causing a scene.
He gets especially pissed off whenever he even catches a small glimpse of Gojo's white hair. Someone with blue eyes look at him? He's complaining to you about Gojo again. A white cat crosses the street? He's complaining about Gojo.
You like to tease him though from time to time, "ooooh, I think sukuna's just a little shy and wants to make friends with Satoru!" You'd coo at him.
He'd only glare and deadpan in response, swatting away your hand that was trying to pinch at his chubby cheek.
The worst days for everyone at the car race are when you're mad at him. You don't show up to ride in his car, preferring to stay all cozy in your shared penthouse, giving him the silent treatment when he was glaring at you, holding the keys and tapping his foot impatiently at the front door.
Now that he's being ignored, suddenly it's everyone's problem.
Nanami won't approach him on that day, not even if it's to share good news about the increase in earnings. Suguru makes sure to stay holed up in his workshop, busying himself with anything he possibly can and praying sukuna's car doesn't break down. The novice racers avoid him more than usual, even girls who watch his races know not to bother him when he's in one of his tantrums when you're in an argument with him.
The only person who provokes him and gets away with it is Satoru fucking Gojo.
Teasing him,dreamily and loudly talking about how he got to freely kiss his girlfriend, how wonderful it was to cuddle with her, even flexing about how his arguments were always resolved. It was a true miracle that Satoru wasn't dead by like... his first meeting with sukuna a year ago.
Yet, when Sukuna makes up with you, earning his cuddle and kissing privileges back, he's... nice.
You're holding his hands and kissing his cheeks after he wins a race, and he's trying his best not to make his blush obvious. Looking at you with the most fond eyes ever, as if you had personally hung the stars and created the earth he stood on. He'd break the law for you, buy a billion roses and still buy you even more, he'd burn the world for you if you wanted.
"Mwah! Mwah! Who's my good boy?" you're cooing at him with a smile as sweet as honey, his lips fighting their hardest not to smile back. His cheeks are covered in pink sticky lip gloss, in the shape of your sweet kisses.
"Woman, are you trying to drown me in this–... this?" He tries his best to sound intimidating under the harsh lights of the streetrace venue, hundreds of eyes on him and his opponent. His hands gesturing to his face, a mocking scoff escaping his lips as he looks down at you incredulous.
You return his look back with a playful tilt of your head, playing innocent. "What? My love? My kisses? If you don't want me to–"
Your playful words are cut off when he grabs at your wrists, keeping them near his face as he snarls down at you. His words come on in an embarrassing whisper as he keeps up the annoyed and dominant facade. "What? No–.. now I never said that... you know damn well what I meant, woman. Just–" he trails off, letting go of your wrists to look away with a sigh.
"– Just... continue what we're doing later. When we're back in the car."
Ah yes, his car. His car that's littered in traces of you. The sticky girly lipglosses, little keychains and pins, perfumes that were wayyyyy too expensive but sukuna still bought for you, and of course, all the small polaroids you took of your relationship. The sneakily photographed moments of Sukuna cuddling with you, sleeping and drooling on your chest, mixed in with more purposeful photos that sukuna took of you, or photos that you had asked others to take of you and sukuna.
Because no matter what others say about his attitude, you know Sukuna.
The sweet sukuna that holds your hand the gentlest he can, the sweet sukuna that holds all your bags for you and carries you up the stairs if you're too tired.
The sweet Sukuna that promises to marry you and make you carry his children when he's hitting your cervix in your quiet penthouse, huffing and puffing while the bed creaks loudly. His breath tickling the back of your neck, while he uses one hand to push your face down in the pillow, the other large hand being so mean when he holds at your waist, preventing you from escaping. The sweet Sukuna that fills you up to the brim every other night, and holds you close, muttering all sorts of filthy things in your ear while subtly rocking his hips to harden his softening cock inside you, trying to get just one more round in before you passed out.
No matter what, Sukuna loves you and treats you like a princess.
OMOMOFMMG IS THE NEW THEME SILENT HILL F BC OF THE REBLOGS
I JUSTTTT PLAYED THE GAME THATS INSANE
(story mad me cry btw)
YESS I already changed my masterlist to the theme and everything else will soon follow but I'm planning to play the game fully after my final exams first before the full change
I thought the story was just scary but ive heard a lot of people talking about child neglect and bad families so... I will report back if it makes me sad
ALICE IN BORDERLANDS MENTIONED????? HELLOOOO???? SO COOLLL???
random question: have you also read the manga? i'm a fan mainly of the manga, I started the series but I haven't finished it yet :)
hiii anon!
ALSO YES ALICE IN BORDERLAND THEME PLZ ENJOY IT WHILE IT LASTS GUYS
I have bought all the mangas for a while, but im currently slowly reading through them, because ive been soooo busy BUTTT I have to say that they really did do a lot of changes from the manga. Idk if I like chishiya as much in the manga, I really like how some of the actors portrayed the characters in aib, especially niragi's!!
I wanna write an angsty suguru x reader oneshot where he’s an alcoholic and they have a failing marriage and he’s a terrible husband but amazing in bed
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🏐 "𝑪𝑨𝑳𝑬𝑩 𝑿𝑰𝑨," ◦ ₊ㅤ ﹙ nsfw slapping caleb during sex ꗃ .. smut mdni ꒰ ୨୧ ꒱ mina says this is so self idulgent idc sfsjdh ⁀ ˳ ⟡
"Please," he was begging, hips shallowly thrusting against your plump ass, his large hands gently pinning your legs down against your chest to fold you in half. He was desperate, so down bad, and so fucking hard. Eyebrows furrowed, eyes half lidded, and mouth agape to gasp for little breaths of air, looking on the verge of busting inside of you but edging himself to prolong the pleasure.
“Y-you’re gross..” you gasped out softly, resting back on your forearms, closing one eye and moaning when he thrusted just deep enough to hit that spongey spot. Eyes glazing over his needy face, as you tried to look as annoyed.
His thrusts only got quicker and more shallow, shameless whimpers spilling free from his lips as he nodded. “more… c’mon, insult me, slap me, hit me…” he whined, groaning out when he felt your tight pussy squeeze around him. Walls clamped down around his dick, “f-fuck… fuckfuckfuck…” he moaned quietly, as he bit down on his bottom lip and moved his hips much slower, knowing he was about to cum any second now.
“You’re dumb, a-annoying, arrogant, and you think you own me,” you whined and rattled off, stuttering from his thrusting cock, looking at him with tense eyes. That was before you pouted, and leaned up just a little, moving one of your arms quickly.
SLAP!
His breathing hitched, a red mark blooming on his stinging cheek. The room going quiet after your slap, but you didn’t seem sorry or bothered. Laying back down when you felt his dick twitch inside of you, whining softly. His eyes traced back into your naked body beneath him, gaze darkening and tongue pressing against the inside of the cheek you had slapped. He let out a shameless moan before grabbing your thighs tighter and pushing them apart roughly.
“Fuck. You’re so hot.”
Unable to hold back anymore, he sped up his thrusts, lifting his hips back and slamming against your plump ass fast and hard. Squeezing his eyes shut and furrowing his eyebrows, mouth agape in a silent moan. His hips thrusted erratically, your bedroom filled with the creaking of the bed, your moans, and the sound of his hips going “plap! plap! plap!”
He threw his head back, “a-agh..!” moaning out as his hips stuttered, when he finally came deep inside your pussy. Hot, sticky cum flooding your hole as you whimpered and squirmed, body aching and tired.
His hips began to gently roll when his orgasm subsided, looking down at you lustfully. His left hand moving to your inner thigh and thumb gently rubbing and swirling over your clit.
◦ ₊ㅤ ﹙ 𝑺𝒀𝑵𝑶𝑷𝑺𝑰𝑺﹚skater!sukuna falls for violinist!reader
⊹ ︵ WARNINGS ◦ ₊ ㅤ﹙ㅤ ㅤsfw arranged marriages angst future smut assault street fights misogynistic men controlling/emotionally abusive parents
౿ ˚ MINA'S NOTES ⫽ ✿ ─ honestly I didn't expect so many people to like that Drabble but ill continue the series if people want it!! artist for sukuna art in header: @/to00fu, @/cafekitsune for animated divider.
◦ ₊ㅤ ﹙ STATUS ﹚ ongoing / small hiatus
୧ ‧ ₊˚ 𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻: @getosshampoo @rchltruly @yuucide @bunbun444 @sugurusbeloved @clp-84 @qrtgojo @emochosoluvr @seellove @sukubusss @strawberryshortcakkitty @howmanytimesamigoingtotrythis @magicalrainbowfish @strawnanamilk
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ꗃ.. TAG: #skater!sukuna <- everything for skater sukuna.
first meetings ] - skater!sukuna and his first two times meeting you, and he's already made you cry. All you wanted was a friend, and all he wanted was control on his own life.
phone calls ] - skater!sukuna tries his best to apologise, only to be met with scared rejection and anxious responses. He’s annoyed at you— until he overhears a certain phone call, his thoughts a complete mess
reconnections ] - skater!sukuna reconnects with you, although that phone call he heard hasn't left his mind... should he confront you… or comfort you?
learning to befriend one another ] - skater!sukuna confronts you about the phone call, a scared face and a few tears later, he knows he doesn’t want to give up on you… or your friendship.
contracts ] - skater!sukuna meets with you again. The tension in your friendship seems confusing, so you draft up a contract to keep you both happy and stress free from your parents. Only problem? Sukuna wants a little more.