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Warnings: just straight up smut, BDSM dynamics, control & overstimulation, a touch of dacryphilia?
The air was cool, refreshing, even if a little moist. Damp metal railings cooled my elbows, and warm air crackled past my lips. I tapped the joint once to watch ash fall through to the dark void below. I relished in the cool air on my legs and stomach and arms while the smoke warmed my face. I could still hear the faint echoes of the music at the late-open club far away.
Looking left, then right, each side looked the same. A wirey metal bridge leading across to a tunnel dug into the middle of a wet, cave-like chasm. On one end, silence. A huge, arching hallway leading to acres and acres of underground gymnasiums and practice halls. On the other, the bridge led to a splitting hallway leading to homes, recreational areas, shopping, offices, and most significantly- the far-off lights flashing green and red and purple and blue to the beat of an old pre-war pop song. My head was bobbing involuntarily to its own beat as I watched the tip of my joint light a bright orange in the near-black chasm.
“What did I tell you tonight?” A deep voice boomed. He wasn’t so much loud as his voice was heavy and projected intensely, making a smile creep up my lips.
“I was hoping I’d run into you here.” I couldn’t help but look from boot-to-toe through my lashes at the very distinct silhouette approaching. Through the few lights hung far on the cavern walls, I could barely make out the reflection of Eric’s piercings and his entertaining scowl. I took one more hit straight to my throat, my eyes glazed over the dark jeans hanging over barely-visible dark boots, and swiped my tongue across my teeth as the man stomped his pointed eyebrows right in front of my face. I could smell his cologne, the whiskey on his breath, and the perfume I had rubbed off earlier. He nearly had me pinned to the railing.
“Answer the question.” His voice was calm, strict.
“You told me a lot of things tonight,” I held the tip to the corner of my lipstick, careful not to smudge the dark red pigment with the burning cone. I frowned a little. “But none of them were that you liked my outfit.”
It was true, the dysfunctionally short leather shorts that barely covered my ass and the cropped tank tied up behind my neck wasn’t usual for the leader to see me in, but I knew what he referred to.
“I told you, if you were to embarrass me out in public tonight-” I could hear his hands grip the rail and creaking it- pulling himself closer to me, “-you’d suffer a suitable punishment.”
My hands rested carefully behind me, just between his on the cool metal. I was nearly nose-to-nose with the square-jawed, tattooed, gelled-hair man towering over me now. “I didn’t embarrass you, you’re the one who said we’re public now.”
Eric’s rough hand gripped the corners of my jaw with gentle fingers, ones that warned me what was coming. “You’re not going to have that cheeky smile for much longer. You like making a show for everyone rubbing all over me at a party?”
“I didn’t see you stopping me.” I shrugged. He still held my chin in his hands. “Weren’t those your hands all over my ass?”
“Of course they had to see what’s mine.” I felt a hand on my hip, my back shook the cold railing, and Eric’s hand tilted my head up farther. I could see his face just barely in the dark, enough to make out him staring me down with an equally dark smile. “But I am a man of my word.”
“Ooh, a Candor,” I raised my eyebrows up and down. I could feel his body heat sending hot waves against my torso and legs, and the railing behind still contrasted with cold metal. “So, what’s this punishment I’m supposed to be scared of?”
Fingertips pressed tighter against my jaw as I felt Eric’s breath up near my ear. I could help but hold onto one of his belt loops and pull him in tighter. “Now you’re going to give me my own show. You’re going to sit on my face until you cry.”
I felt him smile against my cheek just barely, and I laughed softly. “Yeah, right. Good luck.”
“Oh.” It was filled with mocking sympathy, and he looked me in the eyes from several inches above again. “You have no idea what you’re in for, do you? Be at my apartment at one. Do. Not. Be. Late.”
I smiled again, then nodded. Eric wordlessly turned and walked off. His boots echoed with each footstep back to the rock-solid ground. I waited for him to disappear, dragged another long puff of thick air from my dying joint, and flicked the finished tip down the void.
I checked the watch on my wrist. Bead bracelets flew across the face. 12:32. Plenty of time.
The next phase of getting back to the bar, washing the smell off my hands, closing my tab, and meeting back with my friends was a blur of scenes. First I was in the bright-lit tile bathroom, where the LED bulbs reflected obnoxiously off black and grey tiles where drunk party-goers spilled water and drinks. The hallway was filled with dark patches of making out couples, people talking, people crying, and an entrance back to the club areas. Through a set of glass doors, I grabbed the silver handle for balance as I stared out for my group. People I didn’t know, people I didn’t know, people I kinda knew, people I didn’t know. I made my way up to the raised bar area, terribly designed to be up four or five giant black steps on raised platforms. Or seven, I lost count. I closed out my tab, received my points card back, and made one more look for the group I came with. Nothing. I’d see them at work eventually.
The walk back through the hallways was the perfect time to catch my deep, cool breath and find my footing again. I still staggered slightly through the echoing hall, past the occasional talking couples or chatting smokers. My heeled boots padded gently past everyone, around corners, and past the general residencies.
I followed my muscle memory back up to Eric’s apartment. Do. Not. Be. Late. was running through my head. My heart was skipping, and my foot almost joined as I smiled a little to myself. Flashbacks and fantasies were running through my head at warp speed while I tried to walk at a normal pace up more stairs and through renovated hallways.
I stopped at a navy blue door. It was nearly black. I checked my watch again. 12:58. I pulled my boots back, and tried not to swing around too much. I calmed my lungs to silence my breath.
I checked the watch again. 1:01. I held my fist up near my head, paused for a few more moments near the door, then finally knocked three times.
“Open it.”
What greeted me was another dark room. Not nearly as dark as the chasm, but a warmly-lit minimalist apartment with barely any decoration to reflect the soft yellow lamps. There were, however, a couple candles burning on the end tables that had just been lit in the past several minutes.
“That’s already how you’d like to start this?” Eric sat on a leather black couch across the room from me, stoic and colossal as usual. His spread knees bent at a perfect ninety-degree angle with his arms stretched across the back of the couch. He still stared at me with fire, and I once again looked up and down what appeared to be perfectly-tailored black jeans and a tight black tee that pulled on his bicep muscles and showed off the dark linework on his arms.
“Like what?” I frowned and shut the door behind me. “You told me to be here, I’m here.”
“Two minutes.”
“One minute.” I crossed my arms.
“If you knew that, then you knew you’re late.” His piercings arched up with his eyebrow. “When I give you a command, that’s what it means.”
“Well,” I said thoughtfully, kneeling down towards the edge of the couch. “You weren’t great at getting me to do what I was told during initiation,” I inched closer to his boots on the floor, “You aren’t good at getting me to listen at work, unless I feel bad about saving your face,” I sat directly in between his knees now, “I’m not sure why you think it would work well now.”
Eric grabbed my chin again, barely leaning forward to address me from above. “Because next time you wear those little shorts, you won’t need to shake your ass on me to have proof you’re mine. The pretty red marks will do the job just fine.”
I smiled up at him, leaning my face into his hand as my own hands stroked up the tops of his thighs. Eric leaned down slowly again, until my eyes were half-open and I could just barely feel his lips nearly about to touch mine. My hands reached where the denim waistband dug into his skin, pressing my fingers into him. I felt Eric’s mouth move, and opened to see that plotting smile. I frowned.
“You’re not getting anything until you pay that late penalty.”
I looked up through my lashes and tried to look innocent, brushing my hands over his jeans more thoroughly. “What will you do to me?”
“Come lay down.” He snapped, pointed up, then at his lap.
I pushed myself up by my arms. “Really?” It was laced with curiosity.
“Now.” He was nice enough to place one of the black throw cushions where my head belonged, how gracious. He sat back with his open hands. I lied across his lap, arching my back and pressing my stomach against his thighs. I could already feel a hard tent digging against my hip, and bore down as if I was just getting comfortable. Eric gave a swift smack to my ass.
I laughed softly. “That was kind of embarrassing.”
Smack! My breath caught in my throat. Pain stung my left ass cheek, and a kind of whiny moan escaped.
“Better?”
“Mm,” I tried not to sound defeated.
“Take these off.” Eric snapped the leather booty shorts against my skin. He guided my hips up with my hands as I arched up, nearly putting my ass in his face to pull the shorts down and off. Eric did the rest of the work pulling them off my legs. He hummed. He snapped my black thong against my ass. I grumbled.
“Keep count,” he ordered.
Crack!
My butt stung again. Barely above a whisper, “One.”
“I can’t hear you.”
Smack! The right side. I could kind of whimper a “Two.”
“Get to five.”
Snap!
I couldn’t help the soft moan. The hot sting was just barely painful enough to wake up my body, and I could feel even more heat between my legs. “Three.”
Smack! I tried not to wiggle my ass around and beg him to touch me. “F-Four.”
“You shouldn’t be enjoying this.”
Smack! He grabbed my butt hard after the last.
“Five,” I was still airy and whiny. I pressed harder against his hand on my skin.
“Aw, you took it so well,” Eric still spoke with almost a condescending tone. “If only this was your only punishment tonight.”
I hummed, starting to grind tiny circles in his lap with my hips. “What do you want me to do next?”
Eric held a handful of my hair and pulled me back. I stared out into the space above his couch and focused on his breath in my ear. “First off,”
Smack!
I yelped. I wiggled my hips around in painful shock of the unexpected spank. I whined at Eric.
“That was for being late on purpose. Now, I want you naked on your knees on the bed. Go.”
Next thing, I was pushing off my knees to stand up. Now in just my tight top, a thong, and the heeled boots; I paused before deciding to make a show out of untying the bow on the back of my neck as I walked away, pulling the straps of my shirt all the way down before disappearing behind the bedroom door. I was quick to pull off the tiny piece of lace around my hips, untie the boots, and hop up onto the wide grey-sheeted bed to wait. I was brushing my hair out with my fingers and fixing my calf-high socks for minutes before Eric finally swung the door back open. I leaned forward in my W-sit, staring at him up and down as he entered shirtless.
My tongue swiped over my teeth with every inch I took in of him. Eric’s well-carved muscles were decorated with the most intricate geometric mazes and shapes and designs across his arms and torso, reaching up his neck. I felt a wet spot growing on his sheets as I watched how each part of his body tensed and rippled with each step, down to his unbuckled leather belt. The black denim rested low on his hips and he swung them towards me wordlessly, that intense stare back on me. I chewed on my bottom lip and leaned forward, fighting the urge to grab his waistband and pull him towards me.
Eric leaned in, so close I could almost reach out to kiss him, and paused with an arched brow. “I thought I said naked?” He flicked my sock against my skin. It made my leg pull out and press me harder into the wet spot. I frowned. “They’re cute, so I’ll let it slide this time.”
“You haven’t told me what you’re gonna do to me.” My voice was barely above a whisper.
“If you’d been listening instead of being a brat, you’d know I did.” Eric gripped my face in one hand again, tilting it to the side. “You’re going to sit on my face until you cry for me.”
I laughed like I had for the first time. “Is that a challenge? I’ll bet you tap out before I do.”
Eric had an evil smile on his face. “You’re not going to enjoy this like you think you will.”
He walked around and flopped on his back next to me, making the bed squeak. Before I could process it, he grabbed my knees and pulled my legs closer. I whimpered as I fell back and tried to keep my balance. Eric pulled my legs over his chest as easily as I was a toy. My brows raised in surprise, not sure how to react. I tried to adjust myself safely on either side of the man’s square shoulders, but his arms wrapped around each leg and pulled me in close to his jaw.
“Now you sit there and look pretty for me.”
His soft tongue slid up, finally giving me some of that friction I was begging for. I whined when he rode directly over my clit, and then slowly back down over it. I whined again and wiggled around. Eric’s hands gripped harder into my thighs and pulled me down tighter. I tried to calm my breath as I felt his hot tongue drawing firm lines up, down, up, down, up, down. My clit begged for more and cried that it was too intense at the same time. When I bore my hips down, pure pleasure shot up my core. I moaned out openly, and Eric pulled me in further, encouraging me with his hands to ride against his face. His mouth enveloped my pussy, breathing hot air and grinding his tongue hard directly against my clit. My entire abdomen tingled, and I couldn’t help but melt into his arms rocking my hips on beat with his tongue.
“God, Eric,” I managed before I could get a deep breath. I tried to relax all my muscles and just enjoy the feeling; I knew if I came too soon, the overstimulation would make me lose this challenge. A few soft moans still blew past my lips.
The rough man below my legs decided now was the time to start playing tricks with his tongue, drawing perfect little circles over my clit and sucking on it and teasing my lips. I whimpered and threw my head back and fell harder against Eric as I was trying to both contain the amazing rippling feeling across the entire central part of my body and savor it at the same time. “Holy fuck, Eric, please, please don’t stop.”
I could only see the upper half of Eric’s square, fierce and pierced face below me, but he looked incredibly focused on the task directly in front of him. One hand trailed down to his perfectly-gelled hair, traced his eyebrow piercings, and rested on his temple as I hummed through the burning pleasure he caused between my legs.
I was trying so hard not to cum. It wasn’t that I ever had to ask, but if he was serious about going until I cry, that wouldn’t happen until after the overstimulation. I wanted to hold him there forever, grasping hard to my hips to pull me down against his face, playing with my clit with his tongue, moaning and grinding and tingling and melting into his touch before the orgasm exploded.
“Oh, fuck, please,” I whined like a horny cuckoo clock. My breath was getting faster. I was having difficulty calming it with all the flicking and swiping and licking Eric was doing. He just pressed against my clit so perfectly that I couldn’t hold it in.
My legs shook and trembled hard. All that pleasure in my stomach exploded and sent fire across my whole body. My head threw back and my eyes got stuck at the grey ceiling. I didn’t even have control of the loud, untethered moans ripping from my lungs. All I felt was hot, wet, blinding pleasure pouring from my folds and spiraling out across my body. One hand was resting back on Eric’s abdomen, the other gripping his hand on my thigh. I briefly wondered if he could even breathe. I was brought back on track by his tongue still dancing across my clit while my legs shook and spasmed against him.
It was so much. It was so good. I didn’t want him to stop, but every touch of his tongue left me frantic. I whined, wiggled, bucked, twitched, whimpered, and jerked with every bit of friction against his mouth.
“Please,” I squeaked. The overstimulation was beginning to take over, but I didn’t want to lose the battle. A hitched breath later, I was moaning and whining with my clit throbbing against him.
He wasn’t slowing down. I felt Eric’s hot mouth still rubbing hard against me, sucking, licking, drawing, grinding against my almost painful pussy. I cried out harder and instinctively bore my hips down more. This only made Eric swipe harder against my clit, completely soaked.
I leaned back farther, almost completely on his tough stomach now. I rocked back and forth. “Fuck, Eric!” I tried to last longer but my hand instinctively shot against the bed and onto his stomach, ripping myself from his mouth. I laid awkwardly and shakily against his abs, breathing in shallow sobs. I stared up at the ceiling with blurry, white vision, still trembling through every part of my body. I felt one hot tear roll out of the corner of my eye.
Eric pulled me down closer to his lap and sat up ever so slightly. I still lied back between his legs, barely processing his head leaning down closer to me. His hand turned my face to one side, then the next.
“What did I tell you?” He said with a cocky smile that just barely traced the corners of his lips. “I guess you’ll learn to listen next time.”
I whined in response, still riding the serotonin high. I closed my eyes and felt Eric shift, then grab my face again. I opened my eyes to see him directly over me now. His voice was soft as he eyed me, less intensely than before, but with the same hunger. “Now, what do you say?”
“Thank you,” I squeaked softly.
“You took me so well, sweetheart.” Eric’s hand still gripped my lolled-back jaw, but his voice wasn’t filled with that sense of mocking. “Tell me what you want.”
I gathered the ability to open my eyes and look far up at him, resting my hand over his. I could still see that love of control in his eyes. I reached my face up, close to his. He finally leaned down and let his lips touch mine. It was soft, gentle, a massive contrast to his character. Then, I breathed out, “I want you to bend me over and make me beg for you.”
That plotting smile was back again. “I don’t have to make you do anything, you’ve done that all on your own.”
I didn’t have another chance to respond before Eric turned me over like a toy again. His huge hands grasped my hips and flipped them over, then pulled them towards him. Now in a prone position, I leaned back and let my hips grind my ass against his unbuttoned jeans. He was pressing his clothed boner against my drenched vulva, but then disappeared. Just as I could look back for him, I felt hands grab my thighs and yank me backwards. A quiet yelp displayed my shock as Eric pulled me to the edge of the bed. His repositioning came with an evil chuckle.
Suddenly, my toes were barely touching the ground. One of Eric’s hands was on my neck, just below my hairline, gently pushing my face to the bed. The other grasped my hip and pulled my ass to him. “Good girl.”
I whined and pressed harder against the jeans I could feel him shuffling off. “Already came, and still so desperate,” Eric hummed. “That’s my good little slut.”
I whined and backed against him harder. His dick now slid against my sore clit, and I twitched. Eric rubbed slow, but hard against my folds. I whined again, grinding to get him to go where I wanted.
“What is it, sweetheart?” That condescending tone was back. “What’s wrong?”
I groaned and wiggled against him more. “Please.”
“So whiny tonight,” he remarked, still teasing me. “Use your words.”
“Please, Eric,” I added as if that would get what I wanted.
“Please what?” Eric mocked from behind me. His fingers were gently teasing my entrance, making me somehow even wetter.
I groaned. “Just fuck me, Eric, for Christ’s sake.”
“All you had to do was ask nicely,” he taunted.
My breath hitched. The orgasm and soaking preparation I’d had still wasn’t enough to prepare me for the absolute raw force that immediately broke through my body. Eric was big- like extremely big- but I still hadn’t been prepared. I bit my lip and hummed lightly.
“Do you want me to stop?”
I shook my head quickly. “Please don’t stop, please don’t.”
I could visualize that evil smile on Eric’s face behind me as he pounded in again. I couldn’t stop the tiniest cry that escaped my lips. He pulled my ass up higher with each stroke, leaving my toes stretching to barely reach the floor. My hands gripped the sheets tighter with each hard hit, feeling his dick stretch my muscles out until they had to relax. Moans and hums brushed past my lips loudly again, and my head bobbed on beat with the creaking of the bed. Each hit to the inside of my walls made me feel like I was just gushing out my juices on him. My vision was tinging white again as he grabbed the hair at the top of my head and pulled back.
One hand still gripped the sheets. The other grasped his fingers over my ass, bouncing with each slam into me. My legs were shaking again, my hips, my stomach tightening. I became like dead weight, unable to hold my head up without him pulling my hair and unable to press my ass farther against him without his hand to pull me up. The noises coming out of my mouth were ungodly, and I was only encouraged when I heard deep, guttural groans tearing from Eric’s lips.
“Please, please, don’t stop,” I cried out. My jaw became slack and I lost control of my pleasure-burning body that erupted with waves of warm tingles and violent relief.
I was broken quickly from my trance when the dick inside me was ripped out, leaving me empty. I heard another hot, dark groan before sputters of wet, warm liquid shot across my back.
Eric’s hands disappeared for a moment, then was replaced by the feeling of fabric. A towel swiped across my back, and then his hands rested on my hips again.
“See, you don’t need to be a brat, sometimes you just need a good correction. Let’s get you some water.”
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Synopsis. Loserboys, creeps, and straight-up pervs: the weirder they are, the better the D?!
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Higuruma x Reader, Gojo x Reader, Ino x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reade
Content. MDNI, fem!reader, Iosers and pervs, pánty-steaIing, exhíbitíonism, jorkin it, bear hybrid!Nanami, bréeding, slightly lNSANE Geto, marathons, overstím, p talking, GOONERS, cameras, pIot, true form!Sukuna, DP, Sukuna’s second mouth, nerd!Gojo, vírgins, first times (theirs), spítting, manhandIing, HEADLOCKS, NEEDY JJK men, prem. ejac, creampíes, cúmpIay, REACTIONS, pet names, swéaring.
A/N. Choso’s inspired by this AMAAAAZING art by the talented @jabesa0 <33
♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - PERV-next-door!
“Hey, girlie.” Toji leans against the entrance to your apartment, his off-white tank top showing off those beefy muscles. One hand grabs onto the top of your door- just because he could. And it made your eyes bulge as you tried (and failed) not to gawk at those biceps of his, then all the better…
And then there was his other hand: wrapped around something so red and lacy.
You lunge—“Oh my-” Swiping at the flimsy undergarment. Yours. “Where did you even this, you per-”
“If I was a pervert, I would’ve kept it.”
“I know what you’re like.” The wind these days was awful - and even worse was that smug look on your neighbor’s face as he brought over your blown-away laundry.
He’s holding it well above your height, snickering at the way you jump for it. “Easy there, mama. With the way these things fly over to my place, m’starting to think that you want me to have them.”
Your jaw drops—and you’re snatching the gauzy fabric from his hands. “You wish-”
“Oh, I do.” And he’s just so shameless, just so sleazy as he flashes you a smile - the very same one that you’d been gifted when you first moved here. Because Toji Fushiguro was your neighbor, and you suppose that the proximity of your apartments side-by-side made it so that the man himself didn’t have a concept of personal space.
At least with you- he’s leaning in ever-closer.
His scorched breath tingling your features—the devilishly handsome older man next-door. “And the next time those pretty lil’ panties fly over, you’re not getting them back, girlie.”
You struggle to not back away- or worse, not step forwards. To lean against him. “Y-you wish.”
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.
.
And so the first evening afterwards had passed with…only a sock disappearing.
And you could stand to lose a sock! Toji didn’t come banging at your door with a sock thrown over his broad shoulders that day, and you didn’t expect him to.
The second evening had passed with your panties disappearing.
The third evening had passed by with even more panties and a pretty lil’ top worn only on nights out disappearing.
The fourth evening had, by far, been the worst.
You’d been running low on underwear these days - being too stubborn to ask your neighbors, and being too close to rent to replace clothes you could easily request back. So imagine your utmost horror when you’d found nearly all your panties and a few of your bras had disappeared.
By the fifth evening you were running on only a singular pair of grandma panties.
By the sixth evening that had disappeared, too.
And by the sixth night you were knocking at Toji Fushiguro’s door-
Only for him to open it up with a smug smile, “Took you long enough to notice.”
Notice…notice?
It’s then that his door unhinges just a little wider- and you’re eyeing the sliver it shows of Toji’s bedroom. The pile of pretty panties piled on top of it.
Oh—it’s only then that you’re hit with the retaliation—he’d taken them.
It’s less than a few minutes later that you find yourself shoved face-first into the frilly pieces of themselves. Your hands plucking at the soft blankets, your thighs shaking at the sheer slapping force of his hips.
Pap-pap-pap- Toji’s pounding into you from behind.
His thiiiiick globular cockhead probin’ between your pussylips and finding the deepest, sweetest spots inside of you. It’s as though Toji was bruising the smooth inner lining of your walls—finding himself damn addicted to the feeling of how you’d clench ‘round him.
“Damn…” How you’d dribble out in the silkiest hot slick from both pairs of your lips. Creating a puddle that you find yourself slipping n’ sliding upon. “Easy there, girlie- arch up a bit more f’me…”
“I should report you, is what.” You’re grumbling behind you.
“Should what now?”
Right as you’re opening your mouth to snark back, his swollen shaft reaches for the back of your pussy and pummels out a good strike. How cute. “O-oh—fuck, Toji.”
“You are fuckin’ me.” He’s snickering out, grabbing both sides of your waists to help you squirm against him- yes. Toji wasn’t stopping you from rutting your hips back as needily as you wanted, instead, he was letting your cunt salivate all she wanted down his length. He helps you jerk back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. “Yer welcome for that.”
“I didn’t say thank you.” Swallowing back your dollops of spittle- only for it to be pushed out of you all over again with a sudden thwack! at your g-spot.
“Yeah, ungrateful girl.” And it’s with his drawling tone that he slithers a hand between your legs—the fatness of his thumb slippin’ apart your pussylips. He rolls over your clit fast enough that it’s nothing but a blur, “Should be thankful.”
You’re pressing your face against the flimsy panties- “F-for what—”
“For takin’ such goood care of these slutty panties, of course.” Toji gruffs out, leaning over you to grab one of them. He’s letting his muscular weight rest on top of you, holding up his treasure- and your heart races as you realize that he’d picked out the strappiest, sexiest pair of panties from the bunch. “Look at that.”
But soon enough, you couldn’t look at whatever he was referring to- because Toji had your panties looped between his fingers. His fingers slipping down to his cock—
Almost like a decoration, Toji wraps the red, red fabric around his thickened hilt.
Fucking you while he has it on-
“You can also thank me fer making such good use of these panties.” His words stick against the back of your spine like perspiration. “For fucking my cock to th-these-” The daintily textured fabric grazes against your clit and your outer pussy in such a carnal way. “-eeeeevery single night I had them.”
You breathe out, “Shit, you didn’t.”
But he merely grunts out in such mean laughter, “You can thank me for cleaning up the mess- oh, and what messes I made with these. Heh.” His words are filthy enough to make your ears ring, and you’re gulping at the image of his…messes. “You can thank me for thinking of you each- and- every- time.”
Such ruthless smooches at your g-spot, all your nerves fried at the sheer pace of him. “You’re just…fuck.”
“Dick got yer tongue?”
“Filthy.”
“Nah, girlie.” His teeth sink into the lobes of your ears- you can physically feel the presence of his smirk. And that was saying the least, you could already feel the presence of his rude cockhead bashin’ in at your throat-
Toji hooks his free hand around your throat, pulling you up into a damn headlock. You’re crushed between his biceps. “I’m a pervert.”
“M-mercy…”
Your mouth gets stuffed with those lacy red panties immediately.
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.
.
The next knock on Toji Fushiguro’s apartment door comes hours after yours- and unlike your urgent one, this time it was steady. Stern.
Certainly not that of someone who’d lost their panties.
But then again, Toji certainly didn’t expect the person on the other side of the door to be-
“You.”
“You?”
Shiu Kong wanted to be the last person knocking on Toji Fushiguro’s door right now.
“I just moved in.” He explains, sounding as though his soul was being sapped away with every single syllable. The man peeks through the crack in the door—to where you were poking your head out of the bedroom. Right along with a…mountain of panties? “Next door…” Breathless.
“And?” Toji gruffs out, “I’ve got shit to do, man- or more like someone to do.”
Shiu deadpans, “I’ve come to formally file a noise complaint.”
♡ NANAMI KENTO - Hiber-MUNCH.
You had a problem.
See, the problem wasn’t that you were dating a bear hybrid: Ursus arctos horribilis, over seven feet tall and the most gentle man you’ve ever known. The problem wasn’t that it’d been a bit of a learning curve to get used to your separate species lifestyles - yours as a human, and Nanami’s with his den, his appetite, and his hibernation.
The problem wasn’t even the forty plus bed frames that Nanami had broken over the course of your relationship until now!
See, the problem was that…your panties had been disappearing.
You had more than enough pairs stuffed in your bottom drawer - frilly ones, spotted ones, sexy ones, even the odd grandma ones that hung loosely. And sure- occasionally you’d notice them more rumpled than you remember, or find one you particularly liked nowhere to be found.
But this morning, you’d lugged open your drawer and found—nothing. Absolutely nothing.
None of your panties.
Your drawer was wiped as clean as the day you bought it.
And who better to ask about what happened than your boyfriend? Though the process was a rather lengthy one- these days he’d been cooped up in a room he’d deemed his den. The season was nearing for Nanami to hibernate, to do nothing but stack his den full to the brim, to sleepily float through his days and leave you envious at the fact.
You’re knocking on the door to his den- and when no sound answers you, you’re throwing the room open to find it empty—hm…he must’ve gone out to buy more food.
Still, you hadn’t been inside here too often. Simply leaving your bear-hybrid boyfriend to his own habits until he was done with it.
And perhaps that was why - perhaps - you slipped through the door and looked around the space. It was plastered in cosy paintings, blankets, and carpets, radiating a warmth that always seemed to cling onto Nanami Kento like a second skin. Because of his sleep schedule during hibernation, Nanami already had a separate bed prepared in his den.
And you can’t help but inch over to the inviting thing—it was just so big.
With the silkiest covers and a wide space and- oh. And a strange lump under one of the numerous pillows.
Brows furrowing, you slip your hand inside and…pull out a heap of your panties. Scrunched-up. Rumpled. Used—they were just soaked in all of Nanami’s heady whiskey-infused pheromones, just so addictive that it sends you swaying on your feet.
It was him.
He was stealing your panties-
The front door clicks open.
“My love, I’m home—”
Steady footsteps.
And before you can find an inkling of rationality within you to perhaps stow away your panties- perhaps think up what your excuse for coming in here might be- Nanami Kento is already at the bedroom door.
Lips parting as he stares at you.
At the panties in your hands.
At you.
The groceries drop from Nanami’s jittering, feverish hands- and he’s in front of you before you can even blink. So fast that you think he might have just used magic. So hard that he’s wondering why he hadn’t led you inside here sooner.
The vision of you holding his dirty secret in your hands makes him…oh. Something inside him twitches.
So needy that you’re practically thrown by the whiskey essence leaving him in waves-
“My mate.” Panting out a scalding breath. Ears twitching. Even his voice trembled with something desperate- “So you’ve found my stash.”
You don’t flinch for a single second when Nanami raises an overlarge hand up—cupping your cheek gently. “My mate-” Octaves higher, unsteadier than you remember him ever being. That very same hand gently on your face slips down to choke your throat- “-m’gonna be thinking of your pussy all hibernation.”
You’re not getting out of here alive.
In no time, Nanami has his rugged hands scooped underneath your legs and his buff arms carrying you- dusted with light hairs. Strong. Sensual. As if you were nothing but a ragdoll. He’s throwing you over his shoulder and taking the few steps it takes to splay you out on the king-sized bed.
“My mate.” The blond man husks against your ear, something in his tone sounding as if he was agonized once he slips a hand underneath your skirt. Pantyless—you’d run out of them, of course.
He’s pressing his weight down on top of your squirming body, pinning you down against the blanket-covered mattress. Each ripple and ridge of his thick core-
And then you feel it.
The incredible length of his erection.
As a bear-hybrid, Nanami was just naturally large. So thick.
Your eyes dip downwards and you’re catching just the pinkish globe of his shaft peeking out, a shade that matches the pretty blush on his face. The fabric you were wearing starts to wetten with all the gooey drops of slick that he was leeeeaking out-
“O-oh my—” Your jaw drops at the feeling of something hard and sultry swipin’ down between your pussylips. Just pushing your skirt up your hips, his erection bulges your folds outwards. “Kento, you’re already- mmpf-”
And then you’re having one of your own soaked panties stuffed between your lips. “Shhhh, quiet for hibernation.”
“But-”
You’re hissing at the primal stretch opening up your thighs, blinking back your tears and-
Fuck.
He’s locking your ankles around his hefty waist, he’s letting his hips jerk forwards. “Mmmpf, Kento-” Swabbing his blushin’ globular tip inwards-
“My- ngh, mate.” And just the mere sound of your voice is enough to make him flinch- blond strands of hair falling over his gaze. He’s humping you like an animal in heat—maybe he was in heat already. “My mate-” And you can feel the lengthy girth of his cock slip iiiiiiin and ooooout past your folds, “My—fuck…”
“Kent- mmm.” It was just so difficult to speak past the gauzy underwear gagging your throat. “Baby, haven’t you even realized that you’ve cum?”
Already.
“Hmmm?” His molten gaze tries to focus on you, but Nanami was just so bleary with need that you wonder whether he could properly even see you. You’re jutting your chin out and gesturing at the mess he’s made below- the one that was drippin’ a hot white sheen down your core.
And it’s only then that the hybrid’s darkened eyes widen in realization, puffy lips parting—did he seriously just register the fact?
Lewd leering locked on the place between your legs, Nanami can’t help himself from pressing his leaking cock right between your pussylips. Using his right hand, he claws on top of your stomach and watches as a gooey white sap seeeeps straight out of your hole. Making it look as though you were so overstuffed that you were spilling out.
His balls clench at the heavenly vision, pumpin’ out more and more.
Pumping your hole more full than you could ever possibly handle at the moment, he grits down on his teeth and pushes. Eyes shut. Forehead perspired. “My…my mate.”
His voice fucking breaking as he echoes out that familiar mantra, Nanami sounded damn near tears. “I’m sorry I stole your panties.” Probin’ the entire shaft - entire fattened furious shaft - of his cock between your pussylips and straight up to your womb. “I’m sorry I c-couldn’t help myself- I’m sorry I fucked my cock with those panties—and plan to do it all ngh- over again.” Before you can even answer, he’s pummeling out the deepest, hardest hit to your cervix. “My mate.”
“Shit-”
Globular cockhead swipin’ inside your channel. It makes you see white. “My mate- my mate my mate my mate—”
He was trying to fuck each web of cum inside you like an animal-
Your entire body zaps with an electric orgasm as he leans down- scorched pants breezing down your features when Nanami bites down on the panties protruding from your lips. That strappy fabric now transferred to his own mouth, he’s leaning back and taking it in one hand.
Guiding that very hand down to wrap around his thick cock. As Nanami fucks you, he’s pumping his excess length with those sodden panties.
“B-by the end of this hibernation-” He growls, wobbly. “-yer gonna give me a cub, aren’t you, my love?”
♡ GETO SUGURU - Jealous, jealous, jealous
“Negi.” Geto Suguru’s soft, simpering voice echoes through the hallways of the temple. Though the sweetness was not one to underestimate - and Negi knew better than to not straighten up immediately.
“Y-yes, dear leader?” The young man yelps out.
But Geto wasn’t looking at him. All that could be seen of him was his waterfall of jet-black hair—almost like a Stygian river of sorts. Geto Suguru had his eyes turned towards you - as they often did - except this time they were narrowed down at the animated conversation you were having with some newer member of the association. And Geto knew that look in his eyes - just a tad too shiny, his smile just a degree too happy. “By dayfall I should know every bit of information there is to know about that man.”
Negi shivers- he just thanks the heavens that that wasn’t him.
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.
.
“Ngh—oh.” Mere minutes later and you’ve found yourself in Geto Suguru’s vast chamber. It was one in a traditional Japanese style- and while you’d usually find yourself fucked on his soft futon.
Usually.
But now you’ve deviated until half your ass was dangling off of the mattress, your cunt spilling out in a puddle of your sweet, sweet slick. Geto had his hands gripped underneath your knees and tugging you upwards- a full nelson.
He had you in a fucking full nelson.
And it didn’t seem like he was going to let go of you any time soon. “F—fuck.” Geto’s spitting out through clenched teeth, just the tiniest primal tear from the back of his throat. “One more, right, gorgeous?”
“Suguru, you’ve said that-” Your pupils roll stupidly inside the whites of your eyes, “-all night long.”
Just swervin’ in the same circular pattern with his bludgeoning cockhead. He managed to pinpoint every tender spot inside you and thud away- banging hard and deep. At a pace that your body definitely couldn’t keep up with—“What was that?” He’s panting out. “Doesn’t sound like an answer to my question, honey…”
“I mean-”
“Oops, too late.” He’s smiling- you could hear it. And just as meanly, Geto pours out a trickle of precum that sploshes around inside of you n’ ends up leaking between your folds. It’s just letting out the most lecherous slurp- “One more, right, gorgeous?”
And your jaw parts as if to answer-
Before you’re quickly realizing that the question wasn’t directed at you.
It was directed at your swollen, slippery pussy all guuuulping down every inch that Geto gave. His rough cockhead prods around your inside- easing completely out with a plop!
Before gliding right back in.
Right until the hilt.
And to that pretty noise that escapes you, Geto cranes his ears. “‘Mmm, that sounded like a ‘give me one more’ to me.” He’s tittering out from behind you- and by now he’d already mapped out every inch and spot inside of you. By now he could already tell the faintest signals of your body—
And Geto knew when you were about to squirm restlessly—or even better, when you were about to run.
So he’s hiking his forearms up the undersides of your thighs, arms spreading your legs wiiiide open. Hips rutting up into yours. Geto tightens the way he has your body folded - almost like a ragdoll - and pricks away delicately at the sweetest spots inside you. Thud-thud-thud—
“Where’d you think you’re running, gorgeous?” Geto’s pouting from behind you, mockingly. “Your pussy’s the one that said she wanted- hah, one more. One more round. One more helping of Geto Suguru’s cum- that greedy girl.”
Sloppy strokes that end up bangin’ in your g-spot dead-on. “And you’re the pussy whisperer now?” He wasn’t showing you any mercy- so you couldn’t help but bite back.
“Oho?” One dark brow raises, “I always was good with kitties~”
Two sharp canines find themselves gnawing on the shell of your ear. Unable to move, unable to think—the only thing you can do is keeeeen out as he stretches an arm between your legs and pinches rudely at your clit.
Just so damn needy. Geto counts about one-two-three throbs at that sensitive nub before you’re shattering.
Straight into your nth high of the night that he knew would be taking over you very soon- he’s shivering at the sudden pulses of your walls. So soft n’ wet that it felt like heaven he was funneling his cock into. “Mmm—oh. And there goes your hah, ‘one more’, gorgeous.” He - too - ends up pumping out a few sticky wads of cum.
A slick seed that layers your dewy insides all white. “Sh-shit, how are you still cumming so much-”
“Well, that wasn’t for you.” Such a mean tone that he had - even when he sounded so kindly. Geto urged out something cornered and carnal inside of you that only made you even wetter- “That was for this pretty pussy o’ mine- duh.”
You whine. Bucking.
And he’s chasing those hips of yours riiiight up the softened surface, not letting his plump cockhead break contact with your cervix for a single second. Up-up-uuuuuup. “And she’s telling me that-”
“Oh no.”
“That you can handle three more.”
And you’re not sure whether it’s the sheer shock of his words, you’re not sure whether it’s the fact that his cock was still achingly hard and throbbing between your folds, you’re not sure whether it was simply the aftermath of your high- but your body grows restless.
Squirming. Stuttering.
You’re attempting to plant your feet on the edge of the futon and try to balance your hips- but all that does is make Geto hold onto you even harder.
His voice taking on such a breathy, broken tone. “Running again…” Tutting. “We still have ah- how many was it? Five more rounds to go, gorgeous.” It was three- but right now you’re too fucked stupid to answer anyway.
“I-it was…”
“And besides-” He hums, “Where’d you think you’re going anyway? Actually?”
“Nowhere-”
“It couldn’t be- to him, could it?”
Your tear-flooded lids snap open- when did they even close? And you’re desperately looking over your shoulder, about to ask just who he meant when—oh.
When you see that expression on Geto Suguru’s face.
It wasn’t that faux smile he often paraded to visitors of the temple, it wasn’t even that serene look he got when he was planning some attack or scheme. It was an expression that reminded you that there was a reason why even the most powerful amongst Jujutsu Society didn’t dare say a word against him.
And you’re quickly finding out just why - Geto Suguru was ruthless.
Geto Suguru would do anything to get what he wanted.
He dips his head down and whispers in your ear—low and ice-cold. “I’d say that I prefer if you do not see him again, honey.” A deliberate pause. “But I know that you won’t see him again.”
And then he’s hammering you straight into your fourth, fifth and sixth orgasms yet.
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.
“As you may have noticed, my family, one amongst us is missing.” Geto’s voice was clear and strong - unwavering in both himself and his echo as it reaches every corner of the expansive hallway. The hundreds upon thousands of associations were lined up in neat rows, crouched into bows so deep that they looked like ants from here.
He sits upon the stage like a throne, you on his lap.
Smile quirking at the edge of his pretty lips, he continues- “Now you know that I am a generous man.” They almost seem to flinch at his words. “You know that I share with you my home, my food, my protection, and my blessing.”
A pause.
“But there is one thing I do not share.”
He looks at you, amethyst eyes burning.
“And shall never share.”
♡ CHOSO KAMO - PANTY PRINCE
Your phone buzzes with a notification.
Cho (loml): hey baby, i’m deep-cleaning the apartment today including our room. lmk if there’s anything you don’t want me to touch.
Cho (loml): i love you.
You have to suppress your smile in case your professor was feeling especially tetchy today, and you discreetly swipe to your messages.
You: Babyyyy you’re the best <3
You: Nuh-uh, go for it ml. I’ll get you those donuts you like from the shop downtown to make up for it <33
You: I love you.
Your phone buzzes again.
Cho (loml): <333!!!<333!111!!!1!!<333
Cho (loml): sorry tppo.
Cho (loml): *typo.
Cho (loml): meant to say i love you more.
Giggling, you’re content to let your phone sit on your table as you jot down your notes. Getting deep into the slideshow your professor drones on about when-
Another buzz.
Cho (loml): baby i’m cleaning out your panty drawer >.<
Cho (loml): woah baby…when did you get this lacy black set??
Cho (loml): fuck i can see my fingers through it.
Cho (loml): it barely even covers my palm.
You: Hehehe recently. Was meant to be a surprise but oh well.
Cho (loml): fuck.
You: Have fun <3
It’s only silence for a few minutes thereafter.
In fact, you’re just about to resign to the fact that you might not hear from him until you’re getting home- Choso always did tend to get wrapped up in whatever he was doing at the time. And you reach until the end of the class without-
Yet another buzz.
Cho (loml): i’m outside.
Outside? Your head reels—outside outside?
What the hell was your boyfriend doing outside? And you can’t pluck yourself out of your chair and speed down the lecture hall faster, reaching the edge of the entrance before-
A pale hand shoots out and clasps your wrist.
You’re being dragged into the nearest bathroom before you even realize that it’s your boyfriend leading you. His hands jittery. His coat flapping behind him.
His legs stepping frantically before you- thrumming with nervous energy even as he guides you inside the clan bathroom stall. Shutting the door behind him, he stares down at you and gnaws on his puffy pink lips. Choso looked as though he was on the verge of a secret. A confession.
“Baby?” You start, still startled by the whiplash journey here. “Are you alright? What happened? I thought you were at the apartment, why are you h-”
And he doesn’t answer- no.
That’s not why you’re cutting yourself off.
Instead, you’re enraptured by the way that Choso reaches for the hemline of his thin black t-shirt and—tugs upwards. Displaying the shape of his v-line, the beginning of his abs, the scruff of black happy trail that was still visible through your sheer panties.
You freeze.
Your sheer panties.
You could recognize those straps anywhere- they were barely-there and the type of gauzy lace that had patterns on it. Now wrapped around Choso’s toned hips—his cock strained against your underwear. Long and painfully hard.
He reaches up and exposes more of himself to you.
Your matching bra set stretched around his pectorals.
So it was practically a no-brainer once you’d grabbed Choso by the shoulders- shoving him against the thin stall divider. Tugging his pants down just enough for you to take in all of him in those sinful panties, you’re gliding your fingertips down his erection.
Over the thin layers of fabric, that pretty pink tip that peaked just out. Uncontained.
He hisses at your touch, head throwing back behind him and hitting the plastic wall. Not even looking down at you, his hips seem to move before his mind and rub-rub-rub his protruding cockhead between your pussylips. “Sh-shit.” And you swear that what he’s letting out were the prettiest whimpers you’ve heard in your entire life. “Shit, baby—oh, baby, I don’t think m’gonna last much longer.”
“I just put my hands on you, Cho.” You tease.
“B-but I was just so fucking hard all the way here.” Choso blubbers out, sobs crackling at the back of his throat. One hand grabs at the side of your right ass cheek, bringing your pussy down to kiss his cock. The other reaches down—“Because I kept thinking about- ngh, you picking these just f’me. You trying them on—” Down to pump his cock. “Oh, your pussy probably felt so fucking good in these.”
You could feel your cunt throb at the words.
And before long you’re bouncin’ your hips down onto his. You’ve cornered him - easily, because Choso did love to be at your mercy, after all.
The hand furiously fisting his cock reaches upwards to chase your pussy with a whine- rutting his cockhead in a frenzy. Lids falling shut in a second, “And I k-kept thinking about just how maaaaad you’d be at me.”
“Well, I am mad, Choso.” You hum.
Lower lip wobbling cutely, Choso pleads up at you with watery eyes- ones that are nearly bulging out of his head. Because in a single motion you veer your hips down and sliiiiide all his thickened inches inside of you.
You swear he’s the hardest you’ve ever felt him to be- pulsing out the most lecherous ba-dump! inside of you. You tug on the little curls at the nape of his neck, “I’m mad you didn’t tell me about this little liking of yours sooner…”
“W-well, I didn’t know.” He hiccups, puckered tip swipin’ at your cervix. “I thought you’d tell me off- ngh, tell me how naughty I am for wearing your panties.”
“Not just my panties.” Sliding a hand underneath his t-shirt. You’re reaching where his pecs stretched out your poor bra, his chest puffed up and panting. Those perky pink nipples of his were straining against the transparent fabric, and you’re grazing your thumb uuuup and down- “You’re not just naughty- you’re filthy, Choso.”
“Ngh—” He’s whimpering out, hips jerking upwards. That strawberry pink divot at the end of his shaft leaks out in glittering wads of precum that coat your hole. “Baby, and I also fucked m-myself using this panties- ngh, felt so good to rub it down my cock…”
He was egging you on. “Mmm, I take it back then.” Choso flinches at your tone. “Just sinful, baby.”
“Fuh-fuuuuck-” Choso was on the verge of creamin’ himself just from the mean words you were telling him. His rovering shaft was probing into your every sweet spot, the smallest geyser being filled up by his relentless divot. “And I’d do it again- fuck, I’d do it again, baby.”
You’re pulling on his sweat-drenched hair - and it’s enough to make him spray out in his scalding hot syrup. “How did I ever manage to get a boyfriend this depraved, hm?”
“Baby, m’gonna cum.” He whines out.
“Hmm…” You’re reaching behind you and unclipping that bra he was wearing- and Choso lets you shrug it off easily. Wrapping it around your hand and slitherin’ upwards to stuff his pretty lips. “Then stay quiet, hm? Also if you make a mess then you’re buying me new ones, Cho.”
He hisses through his nostrils, “That can be arranged…”
And it’s the last thing rasping out of the poor man before he’s then splatterin’ out hot and deep inside you with all his cum. It’s reaching into every depth, splashing against your walls and cascading along your walls.
It ends up gushing right up to the front of your hole. Leaving a streak of white glued to Choso’s cock and your panties barely containing his cock-
“Oh…” His mouth drops, parched. Tight balls slappin’ your cunt away—“Now it looks even prettier, baby.”
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.
The next time you’re visiting the sweet lingerie store you snapped that black set in, it’s with Choso as well.
He’s trailing in behind you—as though your figure could cover his own, body hunched, hands permanently on you, eyes darting around the store. Even though he was about a head taller than you and two times as more intimidating- “B-baby, maybe this isn’t a good idea-”
“Welcome, madam~” A lovely girl bounds up to you- and you’ve no doubt that the two of you make quite the strange pair. Her eyes flick between you and your boyfriend, “I take it that you enjoyed our piece from last week?”
You share a look with Choso- who only blushes deeper. “Oh, you could say that.”
She giggles knowingly, “And how can I help you today?”
“One just the same.” You hum, “Perhaps in different colors, perhaps some a little more…risqué.”
“Oh, we have just the thing-” Urging the two of you to follow her, “There’ve been some new shipments and I came across one that would look perfect on you, madam-”
“Actually…” You interject, “We’re looking for one for him.”
♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - Your Majesty…
It was widely known throughout the land that Ryomen Sukuna was not a shy man.
That was saying the least of it: he was an actual tyrant.
This could be widely agreed-upon by most inhabiting Japan, most of all by the attendants who had the privilege to serve the King of Curses. They would see first-hand the way a mere flick of the man’s hand would be more powerful than the cursed energy of the nation combined, the way the massive estate itself seemed to tremble before him, the way he’d make you tremble…
Though in a different way entirely.
And so it’d come as quite the shock to both well-wishers and traitors when they were brought to mercy before the man’s courts- and would find themselves face-to-face with the King upon his throne. You seated upon his lap.
Your cunt being split by both sets of his shafts, split up n’ down—just baaaaarely hidden by the expensive robes that he’d dress you up in.
The King’s infamous Queen.
Oh, this was his favorite part - this was the only way he’d be able to handle growing through hundreds perhaps thousands of those who come begging for his favor and his forgiveness.
And they’d have a choice- run away or stay bowed.
With their heads lowered to the floors, they’d remain. Trying not to make a single noise or movement that would indicate the heat burning between their own two legs-
Though, Ryomen Sukuna would know either way.
Casting a dismissive glance at the subjects kneeled before him, before he scoffs- “This pussy of yours has some admirers again, brat.” When it doesn’t look as though you were about to respond any time soon, the King scoffs and jerks his hips up to bruise your womb twice. “Ya hear me? Too fucked dumb? Oi—we have guests ya know.”
“Sh-shush, Kuna.” And telling the King of Curses to silence himself?
Those subjects kneeled at your feet aren’t sure whether they’re shivering due to your blatant treason or due to the rough, echoing laugh that Sukuna lets out.
Bouncing his thick thighs up just a little to make you buck n’ whine- “Easy there, woman.” He’s snarling out a smile with both sets of teeth, showcasing those pearly white canines. “ Gonna ruin my reputation, callin’ me that.” And then he’s addressing the rest of the room, “Chatty, huh? She always gets like this when she’s needy- heh.”
“Kuna…” Embarrassed at the blatant stares at your back- but too far gone on his sinful cocks to do anything about it.
One of his plump cockheads swipe against your g-spot and make you arch lecherously. Your hands coming to claw at his toned shoulders with a repeated whine- “Sorry ‘bout her.” Flickering his eyes over to the bowed men, it’s intense enough to make them flinch where they bent. “C’mon, brat- why don’t we put ya in quiet time.”
“Mmmpf-” You’re blubbering out at the scorching breath of his second mouth opening wide.
With a belched chuckle his slick cursed tongue glides down to your pussy- “Heh, we almost don’t even need to- yer fucked dumb as is.” Sukuna’s grumbling from above you—and of course, one of his four hands comes to clasp the back of your head. “But this part’s always so fun—”
“Kuna- mmpf.”
The sets of eyes from the kneeled spectators snap up at the sound of the filthiest squelch they’ve heard in their entire life. Looking up right in time to see the sorcerer’s cursed mouth opening up and slippin’ his hooked tongue between your own lips.
Makin’ out with you.
And Sukuna narrows his eyes down at their abashed faces—shocked. “Look look-” He’s thrusting his hefty hips up to get your attention. “They’re shocked at what a naughty girl ya are, brat.”
Tears stream down your cheeks, “Mmmpf-”
“The only thing you can say, huh?” He snickers, before turning his crimson eyes to the men before him. Their cocks likely throbbing only half as much as his own two were- slippin’ and sliding along your wet walls to hit each spot inside you perfectly. “Proceed.”
His subjects gape.
Sukuna furrows his pale pink brows- though there was a quality about it that made it seem so mocking. “Didn’t hear me above her pussy?” And to their sensual excitement, the King was grabbing ahold of your hips- pausing the squelching tone for a mere few seconds. “Proceed.”
But in the next sultry moments, they could barely even hear their own breaths at just how loud the wettened slap-slap-slapping noise was becoming. Sukuna’s hot, throbbing lengths were almost nothing but blurs disappearing in and out of your tight hole.
“I-I…” The man at the forefront of the bowed subjects starts to speak, eyes ogling the display. “I bring myself before you to ask for forgiveness for the treason-”
“Ah ah-” Sukuna sharply interrupts, “Won’t you first greet your royals?”
“My apologies-” He rushes, “All the prosperity to you, My King. And-”
“And your Queen?”
“And ever-more to My Queen.” All but crying out.
“Well, she’s my Queen.” Sukuna’s grumbling underneath his breath- now with his eyes locked on you and reluctant to move away. You were just the prettiest with both sets of your puffy lips gaped wiiiide open for him, glossed in so many layers of slick. “But proceed.”
“W-well, as I was saying, I bring myself before you to ask for forgiveness for the treason of conspiring with another-”
And this time he’s cut off by you—
“Sh-shit, Kuuuna-” Your shrill voice echoing into each four corners of the throne room, “M’cumming, m’cumming-”
Spit dribbles down the corner of your mouth and makes the King swipe away at the mess with one of his hands. The edge of his own lips lifting up at the thwack! of his ruddied tips against your spongy cervix. Again and again.
Fucking you through your orgasm.
“Heh…” Sukuna’s four crimson eyes crinkle at the edges in amusement, “And whaddaya think? Do they deserve forgiveness, brat?” When you aren’t able to answer- he’s pummelin’ away even harder along your webbed walls. “How abooooout- if you cum again, they deserve forgiveness. And if you don’t cum again, they don’t deserve forgiveness. And if you squirt, m’gonna execute them for treason.”
He chuckles meanly.
Each of the human subjects quiver before this monster.
Because the one thing that no one mentions about the King of Curses?
He was downright filthy for you.
♡ INO TAKUMA - 143
“I love you…” Ino pants out, breath fogging the glass.
He reaches out to wipe away the mist from his computer screen- but actually ends up keeping his palm splayed out upon it. Almost as if he was inches away from heaven and yearning to reach right through it—“I love you.”
And he doesn’t even have the mind to wince as his voice cracks- perfectly in time with the way his hand grows furious on his cock. Pumping long and hard.
Up and down. Up and down. Up and down—
He’s flicking his slender thumb underneath the rim of his slit, watching as his precum spurts out in overtime because of it. But he can’t cum now- he flattens his thumb on top of his shaft. He can’t cum until you do.
“I love you I love you I—” Absolutely botching his tone at the back of his voice, Ino trembles as you start to twitch on screen in that way you did whenever you got close. “I love you- hck.”
And then he’s throwing his head back and cumming right on time as you - in lewd synchronization.
He fucks his fist right through that looooong and aching high, pumping out so many wads of cum that his lap faintly resembles a waterpark by now. It’s dripping down his tannish thighs and creating a lacquer of white that gleams under the glare of the computer- the only source of light in the room.
As Ino comes down from his high, he hears - almost as if from a distance - the sweet tone that was your voice. He could pick out your voice anywhere. “—and I’ll be having a raffle where one lucky subscriber of mine will get the chance to spend a whooooole night-” You lean in closer to the lens, letting it capture every pretty inch of you. Right down to where you’d gnawed down on your lower lip from cumming too hard- “-with me.”
He doesn’t care about the tens of hundreds of thousands likely doing the same right now - and commenting that they were, too.
He’s never entered anything so fast in his entire life.
He’s never wanted so badly to win.
.
.
.
Ino supposes that it wasn’t a miracle that he won (though…it sort of was) considering he’d entered the raffle multiple times. Even going so far as to create fake accounts and type his name into that form.
Again. And again.
And again and again and again- okay, maybe Ino Takuma was just a little obsessive. But what’s a little yearning when it comes to true love?
Either way, he considers all those long and sleepless nights spent entering a damn raffle to be worth it. Aaaaaall so worth it when it comes to this very moment: with you laid out on top of him. Just like in his dreams.
With your hands pinning his toned body down to your bed (one he’s seen so many times in your videos before!), with your hips bouncin’ up and down his cock craaaaaazily. Whatever you’ve done previously with all those curled dildos and hot-pink vibrators were nothing against what you were doing to his cock- slicked with spittle n’ all smooooth inside your cunt, sensitive wherever your walls rubbed.
He was pussydrunk practically from the first thrust inside your gooey depths- babbling away underneath you as you swerved n’ tugged. Wrestling his cock inside of you as you tried to find your most favorite spots-
“Oh.” Suddenly, you’re arching your back with an elongated moan. The prettiest noise that he wishes he could record right now. Your lashes flutter in that irresistible way that always sends your subscribers into a frenzy. “Mmm, I think you found the spot, baby.”
Technically, you were the one that did all the work- but Ino’s happy to nod his head stupidly. “I-I did, baby. Does it feel good?”
“Mhmmm—so good.” And without warning, you’re dragging his palm over to stick against your front. Right above where his blushin’ red tip kept on poking at your cervix- “X marks the spot, mhm?”
“M-mhm.” He frantically agrees.
And shit- he looks so cute with his lips all wobbly and tears streaming down his pretty face. Ino Takuma didn’t even seem to realize just how attractive he looked when he was falling apart on your pussy. Face blushing. Tone ruined.
His thighs giving off the greatest shivers once you cleeeench your sopping wet walls around him.
“I love you.”
Ino’s spit-slicked lips part open with a whisper-
And for a good few seconds you don’t even think you heard him correctly.
In an attempt to hear him better, you falter your rough plapping down onto his hips. You crane in with a gentle smile, “What was that, Taku?”
But the man beneath you merely shakes his head.
Merely scrunches his eyes and lets his throat wrack with a tiny sob- he’s shaking and shaking his head at the first signs of you stopping. Before grabbing either side of your waist and push-push-pushing his pretty cockhead upwards. “I love you.” Almost as if he couldn’t stop the sentence from escaping. He’s not letting you slow down for a single second whilst he scours your deepest innards with his dripping cock. “I love you I love you I—hck! love you.”
And every time Ino shoves the length of his puckered shaft inside you, you can feel it hitting at your throat. “You love me, Taku?”
He doesn’t seem to pick up on the tease, and can only needily nod. “I do. I love you, pretty—ngh.”
“Awww—do you mean to say you love this pussy?” You’re whispering filthily into his ear, watching as the skin of his ear grows red. “Or do you love these hips-” On cue, you’re slamming them down onto his - meeting his sloppy cadence dead-on. “Or do you love these tits—”
“I love you.” He’s echoing out once more.
And it doesn’t matter how red and sensitive the skin ‘round his pelvis is growing, it doesn’t matter how sensitively his ruddied tip feels. It doesn’t even matter how pussydrunk he finds himself on your cunt, because Ino’s always chasing your gooey pussy up for more, more, more-
“I love all of you-” After a few more vicious strokes, he manages out. Gliding a hand between the valley of your chest. “I love your tits.” Down to your waist. “Love your hips.” Down to flick at your clit. “Loooooove your pussy.”
“And?” You ask, breathless.
And he’s blinking his teary lashes up at you, “But most of all I love you.”
There were practically hearts in his eyes- in fact, his pupils were starting to look like hearts. Or maybe you were slowly growing cockdrunk, as well…
You feel yourself clamping down on him- and you can feel Ino twitchin’ even harder. Close.
“Well, whaddaya say to that-” And this time you’re talking - but not to Ino at all. Instead, you’re swivelling your head to the glaring light at your side. Right where your professional camera was propped up, alongside some bright ring lights n’ a wide screen with the two of you.
And the numerous comments.
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“Well, you heard what they say.” You’re beaming down at him with a too-sultry smile.
And he’s almost seeing heaven as you speed your hips up lewdly, just chaaaasing that sweet, sweet release. Though, Ino’s sure that he could cum right then and there at the way you’re leaning down to whisper in a voice just for him. “After this is all over, how about a date?”
“I really do love you.”
♡ GOJO SATORU - “Erm- actually!”
“Shhhh—” At this point you can’t stop yourself from reaching a hand out and physically pressing it against your tutor’s mouth.
It was a pretty one, alright, but you anyone within a five -mile radius would forget anything about Gojo Satoru’s prettiness just as soon as he opened that damn mouth- “Enough.” Your weary voice sounds even louder in your empty dorm room. Late into the night. Textbooks spread out all around you. “You will not be debating me on the g-spot of all things-”
“Erm-”
“Try again.”
“Look, I’m just saying alright—!” Gojo pushes his thick glasses further up his nosebridge. He shakes his bangs out of his eyes, and fixes you with a piercing sapphire gaze. “The existence of the Gräfenberg spot has not been scientifically proven to be an anatomical structure universally present in-”
“But it’s true that there is an erogenous area on the inner vaginal wall, isn’t it?”
“Reportedly, yes.” He’s fixing his glasses once more, one index raising into the air the way it did whenever he was rambling about something or the other. “Though we aren’t sure whether this is an extension of the clitoral structure or a separate network altogether- and that is if the Gräfenberg spot, like I said, is a pre-existing requisite for the-”
“Requisite or not, at least I know I have it.” You’re rolling your eyes.
“And how would you confirm that? Scientifically?”
You…what?
You’re giving the bespectacled man in front of you the most deadpan look in your life- and no matter how many emotions flit across your face in that very moment, it all ends in one single word: virgin.
But Gojo Satoru was a smart man - and so he’s quickly picking up on what he’d just said.
With a pointed cough, he’s adjusting his glasses when he so-clearly didn’t need to. Looking away from you, you could see the way the tips of his ears were burning bright red. “W-well, of course you could study…that scientifically.” Gojo stutters as he attempts to salvage whatever’s left of his dignity, “In fact, you probably have more experience regarding your Gräfenberg spot than- than anyone. Though m-most scientific studies are vetted- but this degree of ah- anatomy is—”
“Satoru.” You’re cutting right through yet another one of his rambles- and he almost looked relieved to be stopped himself. “Do you want to fuck me?”
Gojo squeaks out in surprise—“What- I mean yes—but in a perfectly scientific…though perhaps we should reconsider the implications- however, if you would like to-”
This time when he’s interrupted, it still is by you.
Though not by your voice, your words, your groans of displease.
But rather- by the way you’re starting to tug off your shirt and unclip your bra. And Gojo Satoru is only growing more and more flushed until his glasses looked as though they were completely fogged—“Just shut and fuck me, nerd.”
“I could f-find the Gräfenberg spot in real life…” He’s breathlessly whispering.
“Satoru.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
And in practically no time, you’ve tugged down his stupid Digimon sweatpants and urged him to loom on top of you. Gojo’s hands planted on either side of your head, his legs spreading apart your thighs.
Those slender hips of his tremble juuuuust the slightest bit as he leans in- ruby-red erection almost painfully hard. His cockhead bobs as it slides between your pussylips—Gojo’s brows furrowing in concentration. “Sh-shit, remember what they taught you-” He’s whispering to himself. Tongue sticking between his pretty pink lips, “Remember what all that hentai taught you-”
Your head snaps to him, “What?”
“What?”
And it’s the last thing you’re hearing before a sudden jerk of his honed, hungry hips lean in. Before he’s squeezing his thickened cockhead- “Sh-shiiiiiiit—” Octaves higher. Voice breaking. His cock slips right between your pussylips and gives such a tight thrust- “Oh my- shiiiit. Fuck. Oh my-”
“Are you alright, Satoru?” You almost have to hold back a giggle.
He sounds as though he was shaking- in fact, he was shaking. Blushing from the roots of his white hair and all the way down to his protruding cockhead, “This is—oh.” Gojo throws his head back with a moan loud enough that you’re sure you’d receive a noise complaint tonight, closing his blue eyes in pure delight. “This is so much better than the hentai made it seem, sweetheart.”
“You learned everything from hentai?” You gasp.
“Most of it.” He admits, “But why does it feel like I’m the one…”
“The one?”
“I’m the one getting all…pussydrunk.”
And he just can’t help how good you feel.
He just can’t help himself from pumpin’ and pumpin’ his cocktip against you like a madman- pistoning his veiny inches inside you wildly. Gojo places a hand on top of your stomach to keep you grounded to the bed, at least…that’s what you think he’s doing.
But after a few vulgar strokes hittin’ at your spongy cervix, it becomes obvious that what he’s using his leverage for instead is to reach for your softest spot. That favorite spot of yours.
The Gräfenberg spot, as he had put it.
“Anterior vaginal walls…” He’s mumbling to himself, staring so deeply and desperately at the place where his roverin’ cockhead kept on hitting. Hitting and hitting. “About 2.0 inches to 3.1 inches inside based on most studies—”
His heavy balls were smack-smack-smacking away at the very forefront of your cunt, leaving you feeling all raw from the inside and out.
The only one feeling more raw than you being Gojo himself - his glasses kept slipping down his face because of all the tears, snifflin’ out the biggest sobs down his pretty cheeks. It just felt so gooooood that he can’t help but shiver- “Though disagreement persists, s-sexologists believe it is towards the urinary system-” Not realizing. Not even registering in that muddled haze of a brain, nothing but a space for him to memorize just how you slurp n’ suck on his cock. “And along the outer mucosa that should be riiiiiight around here-”
“Shit, you’re close.” You feel his ridged tip drag along your velvety insides. And it’s as if the more determined he was to find that particular spot - the one he was so sure wasn’t proven earlier - the messier he got. “Satoru, how did you manage to get even sloppier?”
Not even fully pulling out by this point—his crowned, ruddied tip was kissin’ away at your womb and push, push, puuuushing even deeper.
He’d go even past your womb had it been scientifically possible.
The sheer carnal pressure makes you clench, and Gojo’s echoing out such a tooootured groan. Blissfully tortured.
“Oh—oh.” Hissing. Hatching out tiny whimpers at the back of his throat, “Even considering the diverse physiological differences, and the fact that it might not even—fuck, keep squeezin’ me like that, my girl.” And it’s almost as if the more he was fucking you, the more pussydrunk he was becoming, the more and more he was babbling away. “A network of erogenous zones that-”
“Satoru-”
“-theoretically ends up with your g-spot being-”
“Shit, it feels too good-”
“-right here.”
Gojo’s hand presses down on your core. Gojo’s cock presses down on your g-spot- just like the cutest button that works to make your body twitch.
The first early signs of your orgasm overtaking you—before Gojo’s mentally reeling through the signals and registering that you were cumming. Just from that. He’s fucking into you as if he hated you, as if he couldn’t get enough of that pretty g-spot he’d just proven the existence of-
“You didn’t prove shit.” You’re spitting through clenched teeth- shit, had he said that out loud? Your eyes widen, “You did…”
And had he said that out loud?
With a crazed chuckle, the white-haired man slithers his hand down n’ starts toying with your clit. “Erm- actually, you’re the one cumming because of this- hah, loser virgin nerd.” He presents you with such a content smile, “So checkmate, sweetheart.”
“Satoru, you’re utterly p-pussydrunk.” Struggling to speak over the constant overflow of moans. It just fried your brain until you almost felt numb- the way he kept on bashin’ your g-spot.
It’s such a long wave of euphoria that Gojo was dragging you through, his slicked cock peeeerfectly shaped to rover all over your walls. Your deepest innards. Your womb.
You just couldn’t get enough of him ending off each rude hammer with a strike there. “But it’s okay…” And he’s lethargically letting you pull him down n’ kiss him on the lips - you could do whatever you wanted with Gojo Satoru by this point, and he’d let you. “-because I’m cockdrunk, too.”
And Gojo had never read, scientifically, about orgasms that just take you by surprise.
But it happens the moment you utter those sweet words- electricity zapping through him as though he’d just been shocked. He’s twitching at the sudden pour of ivory sap from his cockhead.
Pouring and pouring.
Puddling up somewhere deep inside you that he-
“Fertilization can occur between a t-time period of five minutes to several days.” Gojo mutters out half-ruined. He’s scraping his hand across your front and feeling as his erection just plaps! out webbed volumes of seed. More than he knew he’d ever be able to produce in his entire life.
You groan as he fucks each honeyed ounce inside of you- “Yes?”
“Then it doesn’t hurt to have a second trail, right?” He’s pleading with you, “Out of twenty-five?”
Like a damn science experiment.
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A call of your name.
You’re turning around swiftly- right before you’re reaching the edge of the lecture hall.
Professor Yaga meets you in the middle of the open space, and once he does he gives you a short but sweet nod of affirmation. “I have noticed significant progress in your knowledge of anatomy and signaling pathways this past assignment.” And though he always sounded like a sort of army sergeant, you knew that Yaga always meant well. “It’s impressive, I advise you to keep it.”
“Thank you, professor.” You’re smiling gratefully, eyes flickering over to a flash of white somewhere behind him. “I’ve just got a hell of a tutor lately.”
And he’s following your line of sight—“Ah- Mister Gojo? He’s the brightest of the department for a reason.” But then a slightly concerned expression crosses his face - as though Yaga himself was having flashbacks to all the ‘erm- actually’ he’s had to endure. “Though perhaps a little…lacking in the social department. I take it that tutoring hasn’t been without its hiccups?”
“Oh, you could say that…” You trail off- and Gojo had reached where you were by this point.
He hovers as though he was trying to disappear into the wall but not make it seem as though he wanted to disappear into the wall-
“But he’s a really hands-on teacher.” You finish off, looking straaaight at the nerdy boy. “I like that.”
Gojo squeals loud enough that Yaga snaps his head over.
♡ HIGURUMA HIROMI - 30-year-old Virgin
“Do you need any help with that, sir?”
He shuffles a document, “No, no.” Flashing you a brief but unfairly attractive smile, “Continue.”
“Alright alright…” You let your voice trail off, peeking over the glaring computer screen. Higuruma Hiromi, or should you say…your boss, raises a dark brow in challenge. “Truth or dare, sir?”
“I told you not to call me that.” He sighs, slightly shuddering- was it drafty inside the office?
The midnight air was the coldest this time of year; alert and cutting, like the long hours you’d spent cooped up inside the company building. Combing through every receipt and contract and photograph of what should be a slam dunk fraud case for your client—false, of course. Or so that’s what you were supposed to prove.
“Truth.” That deep voice cuts you out of your work-induced stupor.
“Truth, hm…” You’re tapping on your chin thoughtfully, wondering what other sweet secret to wrench out of your ever-stoic boss. You were lucky that it was just the two of you working overtime - all those morsels of Higuruma being single and being a cat person and once being bullied before he threatened to sue them were all yours. So you can’t help it-
“When did you lose your virginity?”
And at that, you watch the dark-haired man’s eyes widen. “P-pardon?”
“Cat got your tongue?” You tease, “When did you lose your virginity?”
Higuruma Hiromi - the most eloquent man you’ve met in your entire life, the most dependable lawyer on court, a terror with his words - gulps. He looks away. Speechless.
And you’re just about wondering whether you’ve overstepped your boundaries (when did he lose his virginity, seriously—) when he whispers.
Just a whisper.
“I’m a virgin, miss.”
“Oh.”
Oh.
Not that there was anything wrong with that—but with a face like that, and a body like that? You’d always assumed that the ladies and gentlemen and everyone in-between would be lining up for a piece of him. And so you can’t help but wonder…
“Do you need any help with that, sir?”
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.
.
Two minutes later- perhaps even less, you’re bent over Higuruma’s desk.
A wet sheen down your inner thighs. Achingly needy.
With your tight skirt lifted to expose your lower half, and your pussy drippin’ through your sodden panties. Just dripping.
So damn soaked that he could see it from where he was standing behind you. Higuruma has both hands glued to the sides of your hips, his rough palms drawing lovin’ circles over and over as if he couldn’t trust his very eyes.
As if he couldn’t register it. As if he knew that he was seeing his pretty junior attorney and her just-as-gorgeous pussy. “So fuckin’ wet…” But he couldn’t bring himself to believe it was all real. “S’this all for me, angel?”
“Yes—” You moan, pushing your cunt back against him. Your slit drags down the tight front of his pants n’ snags on his thickened erection. “Give it t’me, sir.”
“Fuck.” His body ruts- shoving you against the wooden lining of the desk. Uncontrollable.
You yelp at the way you’re pushed further up the furniture, important documents fluttering at the movement. “O-oh—”
“Careful, angel. Caaaaareful.” His husky baritone sends shivers up your spine- heightened even more at the ringing sound of his zipper. Being pushed aaaaaall the way down as he pulls his throbbing cock out- you attempt to swivel your head behind to take a good look at him.
Only for Higuruma to bang a hand down atop your head and smush your cheek to the frigid surface. All of a sudden, a lecherous slurp! emanating from between your legs - something thick and rock-hard kissin’ your entrance. “I might be a virgin, but that doesn’t mean m’not your boss still, hm?” He gives the lightest rut—the lightest, and sends your hole achin’ at the raw stretch of his cockhead. “Isn’t that right?”
You’re gasping out desperately, “You’re right- you’re right-”
“I’m right…who?” He’s humming - enjoying this far too much. Sounding so mean.
“What?” Struggling against his hold to stare into those deep, dark eyes. “I thought you said not to-”
“That was then.” There was such a tone of finality in Higuruma’s voice, and his jaw unfastens a little when he feels just how wet you’re gushing out against him. Sliiiiiiding your glaze down his plumpened tip and all the way along his shaft- “But when we fuck…call me ‘sir’.”
And that’s exactly what you’re keening out - loud enough that you’re sure the entire building might have heard had it not been empty at this sinful hour. Because just then, Higuruma swabs his slurpin’ cockhead against your hole and funnels you with his length.
So long. So thick.
Such an incredible primal length that it-
“Fuh-fuck.” Did Higuruma Hiromi just stutter?
And not only was the lawyer stuttering - letting his voice shatter into a zillion pieces at the back of his throat - but he was nearly collapsing his body onto yours. His entire hefty weight resting on your cunt, his fingers trembling wherever they held onto you, his cockhead probin’ between your pussylips and hitting your cervix with a great bang!
Eeeeeeeeasing in. Long and slick.
“Fuck.” He’s repeating like a mantra, like a broken record-player. You hear Higuruma audibly swallow a few times and try to regain his balance-
“Are you alright, si—oh.” Before all his adjusting makes him graze the curvaceous cocktip against your nerves. One of those delicate spots that make you throw your head back and clench-
“Don’t you fucking move.” Higuruma barks out like an order. Suddenly reeling his hips closer and jerking his plump tip against that spot once more- harsh. Sloppy. It’s as if he didn’t even realize he was doing so until he already was. “Actually- don’t do anything.”
“How can I possibly even…”
Pupils blown, eyes rolling to the back of your head at the rapid thud-thud-thudding with his rounded cockhead. “Don’t even say anything.” Almost on cue, his heavy balls were clenching at the pretty sound of your voice. “Don’t even fuh-fuck back.” And you never realized just how strong your boss was until he’s pressing up against you from behind. His ruthless pelvis pinning your restless hips down as he drills into you like a madman.
An utter madman-
“Don’t even fuck- take your panties off.” It was just dizzying the pace he was pounding out already. No hesitation in his thrusts. “Don’t even think—”
A bead of sweat drips down Higuruma’s forehead and ends up splashing onto your back. With his teeth clenched, he’s slithering a hand between your legs and giving your throbbing clit a good pinch-
“Don’t you fucking—oh.”
To make you squeeze his inexperienced cock harder than ever.
And he sounds almost agonized.
Ruby-red tip glazed with all his creamy pre- he flinches away inside you with no warning. Draggin’ inside your walls with the delicious line of his slit, he’s managing to press into every tiny spot and crevice…before simply halting. Not moving his hips.
Not even one bit.
Like there was something clawing at the most carnal parts of him- and just as you’re about to ask Higuruma what was wrong…you feel something hot and treacly fill you up inside.
Your voice catches in your throat, “Sh-shit, did you just-”
“Yes.”
“Just from that?”
“Just from that…”
Though you really didn’t need an answer to your query - because at your innards you could feel Higuruma’s seed splosh! away. Taking over every inch of space inside your cunt and glazing each nook with his ivory sap.
His hand migrates from the back of your head to your neck, pinning your body down further against the mahogany. “Does- fuck, there’s no way pussy feels this good.”
“I mean- ngh.” You babble, mind muddled at the sensation of him stuffing you. Making you overspill. You attempt uselessly to move your hips behind in desire of some friction, “Are you pussydrunk already, sir?”
But he holds steadfast. “No- no, it must just be this pussy. It must just be yours—that’s so fuckin’ unfair.” His voice breaks. His hand slaps down on your skin- and you didn’t think you’d ever get away with going against his orders, did you? Higuruma Hiromi always had been the stern type of boss, always expecting the best from his employees. And that even seeps into his desire right now when he’s shovelling his hips against yours to stop you from moving. Hitting that soft, sweetened target of your womb—hard. “This pussy should be illegal.”
“Oh—” Clawing at the polished wood before you. Allowing the soles of your feet to be fucked inches off of the floor. “Oh my- fuck, sir, I think you’re gonna break the table-”
“So let me break it.” He grumbles, “It’s my table.” Constantly webbing up the back of your pussy with his ribbons of cum- “And you’re my employee.”
“I am-”
“I am…who?”
“I am, sir.” He’s fucking you like he hated you.
“After all-” And you swear you can hear him break out into a chuckle from behind you. “-don’t you worry, angel.”
And you almost dread to hear what nasty words your boss was going to be whispering in your ear. Teething his pearly whites against your sensitive ear.
˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖For The Good of Humanity, You'll Take Monster D*ck To Save The World˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖
Pairing: Monster Boy/Demon!Sukuna x Bimbo/Magical Girl!Reader x Alien!Geto
Synopsis: As a magical girl, you are tasked with protecting the human race and all of the universe from the forces of evil. You know that fucking your arch nemeses isn't exactly part of the rules, but they're just too sexy to resist! And if making your enemies so obsessed with you, enough to stop attacking the city and threatening humanity because you're bouncing and sucking on their gorgeous monster cocks, then doesn't that count for something?
Warnings: 18+ (MDNI); No Curse/Magical Girl Anime AU; Enemies to Lovers; Grump x Sunshine Trope (Sukuna x Reader); Sexual Tension; Monsterfucker!Reader lol; Some Action; Threesome; Tentacle Play; Trueform!Sukuna; Forked Tongue; Dual Pussy-Eating; Monster Cocks; Deepthroat/Facefuck; Sukuna Has Two Dicks; Riding; Reverse Cowgirl; Spanking; Daddy Kink; Dom!Kuna x Slutty sub!Reader x Dom!Geto; Cum Swallowing; Spit Play; Legs Up Missionary; Two Creampies; Breeding; Reader Cums 2x; Aftercare
Word Count: 9.1k
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!
Writer's Note: This one shot was inspired by that one scene in the Ted show where the mom is chatting with a demon about his feelings & she's like "hi i'm Susan Bennett from Framingham, Massachusetts!" & befriends him. Lmaooo I just thought it was so fucking funny & so cute!!
Sooo why not have a cute little bimbo magical girl!reader do that with some big bad sexy villains & bounce on their monster dicks to save the world?? I also think there ain't enough magical girl!reader fics on Tumblr so we as a society need to change that. Enjoy!! -love, Jazz
Credits: Divider above by @dividers-are-us & divider below by @anitalenia!
As a magical girl, you are used to all kinds of serious threats and obstacles—usually, the nefarious, villainous types of evil that try to destroy your world every three business days.
Even the hideous, most terrifying monster or being doesn't frighten you anymore. But the dark? You're terrified of it.
Even now as you use your glowing sector with the crystalized heart at the tip to light your way in the dark hallway, you feel your skin crawl and your heart pound. There could be anything lurking down every corner of the quiet, cavern-like insides of this dark hellscape of a castle.
The castle had appeared yards away from your city, beyond the skyscrapers and mountains dusted in snow, touching the clouds and nearly grazing the sky with how monstrously tall it was.
You, your fellow magical girl crew, and Nanami, your boss and the CEO of the agency you work at that hired you for your magical powers, had noticed it weeks ago when Nanami was scanning the city for "mysterious occurrences" and "negative threats" to planet Earth.
At first, though the castle was mildly disturbing—and a big eyesore—, no threats to your city had been made at the time...until they started happening. Strange monsters started materializing from thin air out of portals, constantly destroying and terrorizing the city.
Every day, you had a new creature to fight, resulting in chipping your pretty pink nails and ruining your adorable outfits. It comes with the job, you suppose. Being a magical girl sworn to keep the human race and the planet safe isn't all sunshine, rainbows, and cute uniforms.
But damn, are you tired of fucking up your new nail sets and being in terrible pain the morning after! And all because of one man...or monster, really.
Ino, your tech wiz, caught him on camera one day when the city was under attack by plant monsters—trees, flowers, and shrubs that suddenly sprouted sharp teeth and attacking people. You all sat around a screen as Ino zoomed in. "There he is," he said, increasing the high resolution on the blurry blob that turned into a man standing on the mountain side below his castle. But there was something different about this man...many things, actually.
He was all muscle and beef, standing tall with four sets of muscular arms roped in black markings protruding from his sides, four crimson-red eyes, and a whole other mouth protruding from his midriff that smiled at the chaos below. While his two left eyes were seemingly normal, the ones on the right were angled at a slant, attached to the bone structure protruding from the right side of his face.
"Is that him?!" Yuki gasped from behind Yuji's chair, pointing at the screen. Yuji nodded, looking just as disturbed. "Scary motherfucker, ain't he?"
"Definitely a demon," Maki stated. "Those markings say everything." Shoko nodded, puffing on her cigarette.
"Oh, wow," Mai commented, furrowing her brows at the screen. "He's kinda—"
"Hot," you blurted. Instantly, all of them turned to look at you, shocked. Quickly, you backpedaled, scolding yourself for exposing yourself as a filthy, monster-loving slut. “Just kidding!” you giggled. "He's actually hella terrifying."
That was a fat ass lie. The truth was that you were hella attracted to the new villain on your radar. All those muscles, arms, and that fat tongue on his stomach would make for a fun fuck indeed! But alas, he is a villain and the reason your city is in such disarray, so how could you possibly toss away your morals just to hop on some monster dick?
Now, because your fellow magical girls were out of commission due to sheer exhaustion caused by constant battles with these monsters and half of your city destroyed, you knew that you had to be the one to stop your newest nemesis.
"All by yourself?" Nanami asked, furrowing his brows at you when you pleaded with him to consider your plan. "Y/N, it's too dangerous. If half the team can't take his army, how do you expect to do it on your own?"
"We have to try!" you argued, eyes blurry with tears as you begged your boss to let you do it. You couldn't let your team or your community down. "Just let me do this, Nanami. It's the only chance we've got now."
And though Nanami was still skeptical about you going into the jaws of Hell alone, he reluctantly agreed. He gave you an earpiece to monitor you and ask for help if you needed it. "Be careful," he gruffly said. "And you'd better make it back."
And now here you are, mentally preparing yourself to face your latest villain face to face, eye to eye. You are prepared to fight if need be, your pink heeled boots laced and body pumping with electric energy.
But the truth is you don't want to fight. You're so tired of fighting. Plus, the idea of battling the hot demon guy doesn't appeal to you as much as appeasing him does. However, you don't charge into battle with any threat unless they give you a reason to. And unfortunately, the big, sexy, walking wet dream of a creature from below has given you MANY reasons to kick his ass.
You swallow hard, peering into the darkness, the soft pink glow of your sector illuminating against a strange throne room with a humongous throne chair made of slick black rock. "Uh...hello? Mr. Demon, sir?" you tentatively call out.
"Who goes there?" a deep, rasped voice booms.
The voice shakes the room, causing you to nearly take a tumble in your adorably poofy, pink mini dress. It barely grazes your thighs and you have to be careful bending forward unless you want to moon someone. The corset attached to it hikes your breasts up in an enticing way that you never notice distracts the your opponents, along with the sweet, juicy scent gracing your skin.
Combine all of that with your white thigh high stockings, lush lips glossed with glittery pink gloss, and bouncy curls, and you've got a look that would make anyone fall head over heels for you!
Not to mention your sweet, bubbly personality. Some call you an "airhead" or a "bimbo" because of your tight, sexy clothes and talkativeness, but try not to care too much. You're too busy saving the world.
"Uh...hi!" you chirp after clearing your throat. "My name is Y/N, your friendly magical girl! What's your name?" There is a pause, the demon obviously taken aback by your friendliness and trying to decode it. "I am Sukuna," he finally replies. "Ryomen. King of the Demons and Prince of Hell."
You pout, scowling up at the walls and ceiling, trying to see if this Sukuna fellow will appear. "You're the one who's been terrorizing my city, aren't you? That's not right, Mr. Sukuna, sir. Maybe if you come out, you can—"
BOOM! You squeak at the sudden sound and the floor suddenly vibrating. Afraid that it will crack, you quickly use your sector to conjure a bubble to surround yourself with, hovering above the floor in case it cracks...but it never does.
Sukuna begins laughing, the sound echoing throughout the room. You scowl, irritated with his games. "C'mon, don't you know not to scare a girl like that?" you huff. "Come on out! Don't make me use my powers on you!"
You grip your glowing sector like a loaded gun as Sukuna laughs again, the sound making the room shake like an earthquake. “Oh? I’d like to see you try.”
You turn to face the throne chair just in time to see the demon appear, and just like the first time you saw him, you are gobsmacked over his appearance. So big. He stands like a mountain before you, towering over you in his black cape that ripples like waves at his feet.
Sukuna smirks wickedly at you, sitting with his long, muscular legs crossed as he regards you, one clawed hand holding his cheek. “Ah, so I sensed correctly. You have entered my domain in an attempt to vanquish me in the name of goodness, is that correct?”
You aren't able to speak, too overwhelmed to do so. Your eyes drink in his big, pointed horns sticking out of his short-cropped, pink hair; his four muscular arms; the strange black markings rippling across his chiseled chest, arms, and the right side of his face.
And then there's the mouth on his stomach that you can see peeking out from behind his black tunic, a few buttons undone to expose a flash of white teeth and slick, fat tongue.
The mammoth of a man peers down at you before him, still smirking. “What? Scared, little girl? You should be, for I am not of the likes of the other villains you’re used to fighting.” You bite your lip at the raspy croon of his voice. “I…I’m not scared.”
He raises a brow at you, the act making your stomach flutter. “Oh, no? Then why do you tremble so? It isn’t that cold in here.” Dammit. Your body is betraying you. You force yourself to stay still as Sukuna rises from his seat, his footsteps thundering as he walks down to meet you.
His gaze is like hot lava, sizzling with vengeance, as he sizes you up, tearing down your defenses with one stare. “You’re a fool for coming here. This is the end of the line for you. I will have my victory of taking over this wretched universe and then I…uh...are you okay?”
He pauses in his speech, scowling in confusion. Probably because you're just standing there giving him that lovestruck stare and practically drooling over how big he is. Big enough to pick you up and crush you if he wanted to.
“Huh?" you dumbly ask, blinking away your lewd fantasy. "I-I'm fine! You were saying?” But the demon scoffs, offended. “So you dare enter my domain and have the nerve to not even listen to my evil speech, woman?"
You roll your eyes to feign defiance and boredom as if you weren't just thinking about getting scooped up and bounced on this creature's demon dick. That's sooo not what magical girls do! They don't daydream about fucking their arch nemesis! “I’ve heard it all before!" you groan at the offended demon. "You know, no offense, but you're coming off like a miserable prick who hates his life and wants to make it everyone else’s problem. Now are we gonna fight or not?"
You raise your sector, the crystal heart glowing red now as it prepares for battle. Sukuna's crimson eyes widen a bit, taken aback by your sudden interest in fighting. "A tiny thing like you up against the likes of me?" He smirks, chuckling. "I like your spunk, munchkin. Have your try then."
He takes his stance with his big, clawed feet and you take yours, smiling brightly at him. "If you insist," you giggle. Then you lift your sector and yell out, "Wondrous Sun: Fire Blast!"
Sukuna heaves a tired sigh and rolls his eyes, expaserated. "Not these stupid ass power calls," he groans. "Is this gonna take long because—" He doesn't get to finish because a humongous fire ball is shooting dead at him from your hands and tossing him right into his throne chair.
He is thrown back into the chair and nearly topples over in it, growling angrily at your blow. Your smile grows cocky and you blow the smoke off of your sector. "That's for callin' my powers 'stupid'."
"Damn, you were always a fiery little thing," a sudden smooth voice croons from thin air. You startle, wildly turning to find the stranger, sector in hand.
“Who said that?” Sukuna barks, immediately standing and vibrating with power, a purple hue outlining his body. “Show yourself! How dare you interrupt us in my home?!"
There is no answer and you think that maybe you both imagined it...until suddenly, you're levitating against your will. You squeak as you float through the air, Sukuna watching you in awe as your boots dangle and your poofy skirts nearly fly up.
"Don't look at my panties!" you shout, shoving your skirts down to avoid flashing the demon. But he doesn't even get a chance to tell you whether he was or not because of the harsh pull of gravity that yanks you down into the big, muscular arms of yet another villain.
He softly chuckles, engulfing you in his arms, pressing you against his broad chest. "Gotcha," he whispers. "Just like old times, right, cutie?"
You immediately recognize the voice and turn to stare up into the otherworldly purple eyes and green-hued skin of your longtime arch nemesis. He has the same broad shoulders, tall, muscular build, and long antennas sticking out of his head of long raven locks. Still sexy. "Suguru?" you gasp. "But I thought you left for space months ago!"
The alien–Geto Suguru aka "the hot space man" as dubbed by you and Yuki–have engaged in a back and forth rivalry for months before he took for space after one particularly heated fight where you nearly beat him to a pulp and he escaped by tiny space pod. He, too, has beef with the human race and came light years away from home just to wreak havoc on your city.
You thought he had left and lowkey missed him–the flirty banter; the hand to hand combat; his sexy, deep voice uttering teases and quips at you in between battles. But now here he is again, just as hot as he used to be.
"I came back. Started to miss you, little one. Plus, I had to give you and your little gang of magical girls the runaround in the fields." His smirk widens when that lightbulb flickers in your head. "The crop circles!" you gasp. "That was you?"
Of course, it would be! 'Duh, aliens!' you think to yourself. In addition to Sukuna's monstrosities, strange messages have been mysteriously appearing in cornfields. People are appearing and reappearing out of their homes, unaware of where they've been. Stories of animals are levitating late at night have arose.
All at the hands of one alien in particular. I had to get your attention somehow," Geto chuckles. "And like this creep show here,"—he pauses, jutting his chin at a seething Sukuna–"I also despise humans, but I also wish to study them." You scoff, tossing his arms off of you. "How? By taking over the world and all its inhabitants?!"
The sexy, green, intergalactic man smiles, his eyes full of mirth and sickness. "Precisely. What a smart girl you are." And despite the situation, you flush at the praise. Goddamn you for being a praise slut!
"Hey, you don't get to steal my nemesis away from me, dickhead," Sukuna growls, stomping over to the alien. "Get out. I didn't invite you in here." He gets right in Geto's face, but the alien isn't alarmed. "Technically, she was MY nemesis first. We go way back, don't we, little Y/N?"
He turns to you with those haunting violet eyes that have filled your nights with endless dreams of his fat tongue licking your body, his nimble fingers caressing you, and those long, sticky tentacles doing some very naughty things to you.
Geto sighs, looking back at Sukuna while you stand there in your horny haze watching the two large males argue. “What a shame. And I thought we could work together to take over this puny world, but then again..." The alien pauses, his eyes shining sharply. "I don’t share.”
“Neither do I." Sukuna's voice is a rough growl; a warning. "Especially my enemies or my fights. You’ll have to find another ship to fuck around and—"
"Now, now, boys, we don't have to fight!" you protest, putting your sector between them to stop them from tearing each other's faces off. "There has to be another way we can solve this!"
The two villains stare at you like you just grew five heads, equally as perturbed and indifferent. "And how do you suppose that, Little Miss Sunshine?" Sukuna scoffs. "You just came in here and threw me across the room!"
"Sorry," you pointedly apologize. "But you deserved it for scaring me AND for that mess down there with those monsters!"
"Exaaaaactly," Geto agrees, crossing his arms over his broad, green chest. "You know how long it'll take me to study these humans now? All my time and effort wasted because of your stupid little spells."
That enrages Sukuna and soon, the two are yelling, going back and forth. Pent up. Full of aggression that needs to go somewhere else. But before someone can throw a punch or some kind of defense with their powers, you suddenly feel a very stupid idea spurring in your mind full of sparkles and pink prettiness. But you can't stop it from hurtling at you, bubbling at your throat until—
"I think we should fuck!" you blurt.
Instantly, the villains’ arguing ceases and they stare at you, wide-eyed, shook by your sudden off-the-wall suggestion. "You serious?" Geto asks, a slight laugh leaving his lips. Sukuna just stands there, silently sizing you up to see if you’re deadass or not.
You stand there flushing hot with embarrassment but also with determination. This could work if you play your cards right…or go horribly wrong. But you have to try SOMETHING. "Just let me explain: you both seem extremely touch-starved and deprived of affection. It's hard to find that kind of attention as monsters, isn't it?"
You stare at each of them through your thick lashes, hoping your emotional intelligence will appeal to them. Sukuna tsks, baring his fangs at you. "That's none of your—"
"It can be," Geto solemnly sighs. “The green skin turns a lot of people off, plus living in space can be quite isolating.” Sukuna stares at him, disgusted. “What? She asked, I answered. I suppose it's easy for you to get your dick wet as a demon?" The alien quirks a brow at Sukuna, waiting for him to lie.
The demon opens his mouth to snap, but nothing comes out. He is completely silent, a hot blush coating his cheeks. You’ve never seen a demon blush before. "It's okay!" you assure him. "I don't get much affection either. Guys like my body, but think I'm too extra and stupid to date me."
You’re aware that things are getting a little too heated and personal, but maybe this is what you all need: a space to listen. You realize most villains you’ve fought are just emotionally stunted, unable to expose their true desires or emotions so they take it out on everyone else.
But as your admonishment escapes you, it isn’t a ploy to get the villains to let down their guards. It is the truth, less sparkly or cute than you are. Outside of your poofy dresses and fancy powers, men regard as no more than a bimbo with big tits, thick thighs, and an ass to toy and squeeze on for a couple hours.
You yearn to be cradled. Cherished. Pleased yet teased. Used in the best possible way. But you’ve never found a man who would do so or worthy enough for you to be the slutty, submissive girl that begs for something at night.
Geto’s expression grows dark at your words and your saddened expression as you stare at your shoes. His long finger crooks under your chin and tilts it back up for your eyes to meet his. "You're not stupid," he growls. "Or extra. You’re just very talkative and bubbly. It's cute."
Sukuna’s eyes flash hot red, equally as angered by your confession but he never voices it. But it doesn’t matter; his look makes you quiver and Geto’s touch gives your skin a delicious tingle.
Their reactions have freed you and finally, you can stop playing like you don’t want these two to mount you right here, right now. ”I think you're cute too," you purr, staring into Geto’s illustrious eyes. "Both of you. Sexy, even.”
The villains’ eyes grow hooded and lustful at your flirtatious compliment, their eyes raking over your soft, creamy skin adorned with pink ruffles; the tops of your luscious tits nearly spilling out of your corset; your glossy lips and glitter eyeshadow on your hooded eyes.
Sukuna snaps out of his hypnotic state that your luscious, soft lips have caused. "This is insane," he scoffs. "You really think fuckin' us will stop us from takin' over the world?"
You shrug, giving him a sheepish smile. It's worth a shot. And Geto is all for it. "Shit, I'm down," the alien chuckles. "The demon can watch if he wants. I've been wantin' a taste of you since we met."
He practically shoves the demon out of the way to yank you to him, but the demon pushes him aside with one of his many arms. "Fuck that," Sukuna growls. "You're in my domain, so I get to kiss her first." Suddenly, you are wrapped in his four muscular arms and you indulge in his body, running your fingers over his chiseled chest.
He shudders as if he hasn't been touched in eons and can't resist bending down to finally kiss you. Despite his rough, hard exterior, Sukuna kisses very gently and carefully at first, drawing soft, needy moans out of you. But in a split second, his kiss grows as rough and possessive as he is, his hand gripping your chin and his forked tongue swirling along your bottom lip. You grant him entrance, leading to a very sloppy, wanton makeout session that makes your pussy gush and your body tingle.
"Mmmm," he hums against your lips. "You smell so fuckin' good. What are you doin' to me, huh?" He pauses to nuzzle his nose into your neck, making you gasp. You push your soft, tiny body against his, loving how he drawfs you with his big build.
Then it's the alien's turn. He stands behind you, pushing his front against your backside. "My turn," Geto grunts. He forces you to turn to face him and locks his lips with yours. His kiss is less rough than Sukuna's but still possessive and greedy, his tongue spiked with the tangy, citrusy taste of oranges.
You moan into his mouth, earning a sexy groan in reply as Geto takes what he's wanted from you for months. When he pulls away, his eyes are hooded, lips parted as he pants. "Just as I thought: sweet, like you. I've wanted you for so long."
You shudder under his touch as he caresses your cheek while Sukuna continues to kiss your neck. "M-Me too," you admit. The alien quirks an interest brow at you. "Yeah? How come you never said nothin'? The magical girl rules?"
He teasingly smirks as he continues to kiss you, sucking on your tongue while his big hands tease your skirts. "Such a little tease in these short dresses. All I ever did when you'd defeat me is stroke my dick to the thought of you." He glides his hands underneath to cup your ass, making you gasp. "I'm not the only one, am I?" he chuckles.
Sukuna groans into your ear as he brushes his cock against your backside, making you feel it protrude from his slacks. You gasp, your honey gushing more into your lace panties. "I've been watchin' you since I came to Earth," the demon admits in your ear. "I'd watch you. Crave you. Fuck my fist to you. You're just too damn cute."
Standing between the two massive villains, their big, hard cocks chubbing against their pants, doesn't make you feel any kind of fear. If anything, you feel like you're about to melt from how aroused you are. You whimper and whine against their lips and wet tongues, teeming with need. "Fuck, please!" you whimper.
Geto brushes his lips against your tits, licking a long stripe up to your throat. "Please what, cutie? Ya wantin' somethin'?" His eyes are filled with mirth as he regards you, his thumb brushing your bottom lip.
Then you surprise both of the monsters by sliding your hands over their bulges, lightly squeezing them. They both let out guttural groans at the feeling, thrusting into your palms. "Let me see them," you purr. "I wanna to suck on them. Both of them."
The two villains look shocked at your slutty little confession, but you can no longer act like you don't need these two sexy motherfuckers to absolutely ruin you. Sukuna gives you a dark, lustful look, gripping your chin so hard that he squishes your cheeks together. "Such a dirty mouth for a magical girl."
SPANK!
His palm smacks hard against your ass as he yanks your dress up, making you gasp at the sting. But it travels straight to your pussy, making it throb excitedly. "On your knees, little one," he huskily orders. "You want my cock, you'll get it, but you'd better do a good job."
Geto stands on your other side so you're between them, their crotches in your face as you kneel. "You're already bein' such a good girl for me, sugar," he coos, his fingers in your soft curls. "For us."
The praise ignites you, making you drool in anticipation for them. But when you finally get a look at their cocks, you damn near cream on the spot. They're both fat, thick, and veiny. Monstrous. While Geto's cock has a green hue to it, he only has one dick. Sukuna has been blessed with two monsters dangling between his thick thighs.
They chuckle at your expression, eyes wide and lips parted. "Nice, right?" Geto hums. "Could've had this a long time ago, but you just kept playin' with me."
You stare up at him, those big eyes from down below on your knees making him twitch. "Well, I can make it up to you now," you purr. You pause, giving his tip a kiss, and giggling when he whines at the sensations.
Sukuna watches with a blush as you wrap a hand around one of his thick cocks, making the other twitch in jealousy. "So you really think that mouth is gonna magically cure me?" he jokes.
You give him a sexy, adorably cheeky smile, looking so cute kneeling at his dicks in your poofy dress. "Of course, I do!" you giggle. "Don't you worry, Mr. Sukuna. I've got just the magic touch for you~"
You then begin stroking both of their cocks, alternating between Sukuna's two monsters. They're so thick that you can barely fit your fingers around them, but you do your best, even spitting on their shafts to make them nice and slick. "Shit," Sukuna groans at your soft, satiny touch, staring down at you as you pump his cocks.
Geto leans his head back, exposing his thick neck as you stroke him. "Fuck, baby," he moans. "You may be right about that magic touch. I'm definitely feelin' somethin'..."
You stare up at him, giggling. "Glad ya think so," you purr. "Any thoughts about not destroying the world yet?" The villains share a look, silent deliberating.
Geto thoughtfully hums, stroking your soft hair. "Mm...maybe if you show me what you can do with that pretty mouth." Your stomach flip flops with anticipation at the idea of finally sucking some monster dick. "And me," Sukuna grunts. "Don't forget; you're in MY house, cretin."
"Now, now, boys, don't fight," you gently scold them, pausing to give their cocks some sloppy kisses. "That's what I'm here for: to make everything aaaall better!"
"Oh?" Geto teases, raising a brow at you. "Prove it then.” You're more than happy to and begin sucking the souls right out of their cocks with that pretty, soft, wet, luscious mouth of yours.
The villains are shocked at how good and slutty you are with your dick-sucking, the suction and your wicked tongue licking along their shafts driving them to the brink of insanity. Their pornographic moans and swears fill the air, mingling with the lewd, salacious sounds of your wet sucking and slurping as you gobble their dicks like it's your last meals.
"Oh, my God," Sukuna groans, lacing his hands on your soft curls. “Fuck, doll! You like havin’ big dicks in your mouth, don’t ya?” You mumble in agreement, alternating between spitting and drooling on his two monster cocks, pumping each one as best as you can with your mouth.
Geto watches in awe, his cock twitching in your hand.
“Makin’ a demon call for God? What a mouth indeed.” Then you move back to him, sliding his cock deep down your throat. You gag as he fills up the tiny, tight tunnel, but you persist, making your throat flex around him as you force yourself to take him deep. “S-Shit, ha,” he pants. “Mmm, you could work wonders with those lips, s-sugar, f-u-u-uck!”
The alien's toes curl and his muscles tense at the wondrous feeling of you fucking him with your throat, a purple blush adorning his cheeks at the lewd sensations. Sukuna cackles, watching the alien lose control. "Can't even take some good head? What a shame."
Geto glares at the demon, instinctively gripping your hair. “Shut up and share her if you’re sharin’. Otherwise I’ll take her all for myself.” Things get serious for Sukuna then and soon, the two are forcing you back and forth between them to gag, suck, and slurp on their cocks.
You are resorted to a hole, only used to please the two monster dicks smacking you in your face and on your tongue, making your tastebuds pop with the taste of their pre-cum. Your jaw aches and your knees scream for relief (Sukuna puts a pillow under them though; such a gentleman!), but you still give all the head you can. It's for the fate of humanity, after all.
And because their molten-hot teasing and praise are so addictive. Geto bites his bottom lip as he slides his cock in your throat, filling it up. “Such a big girl takin’ two big dicks at once. What a talented lil’ cutie we’ve got on our hands.”
You pull off of his cock with a squelch, a string of spit following your plump, sticky lips. "I can handle both," you whisper. "I promise, Daddies. You can use my throat."
The villains quirk their brows at you, shocked and aroused by your dirty suggestion. "Let's see you back up that talk then, tough girl," Sukuna softly growls. And you do so, unable to resist the temptation of having two monster cocks down your throat.
Sukuna goes first, holding both sides of your face, gutturally groaning as he begins to fuck your throat, using it like a fleshlight. Geto watches on, pumping his green dick as he watches the demon plug your throat with his cock. "Just a talented girl," he praises you. "Suckin' on both cocks like a little champ. How magical you are, sweetness."
Sukuna's face is flushed pink from the force of his thrusts and how slutty you look right now—titties bouncing in your corset, glossy lips stretched around his fat dick. "So eager. So sloppy. So damn slutty." He pauses, sliding his cock out to give you a chance to breathe. "C'mere," he murmurs.
You lean up on your knees, allowing him to spit a wallop of his saliva onto your tongue. "Where you wanna put it, doll?" he rasps, staring at you through hooded eyes. You understand the assignment and spit his saliva back on his cock before he takes your mouth deep and rough again.
Then it's Geto's turn. He is a lot slower than Sukuna, who likes quick, snapping thrusts. The alien takes his time, deep dicking your throat, his balls flush against your chin. "That's it, mama, choke on it," he grunts. "God, how's your—h-ha, shit—mouth this fuckin' good?"
He takes a moment to slide out and slap his cock against your wet tongue before sliding back in, filling your mouth until he lightly hits the back of your throat. "All my life I've been wantin' to feel this kind of pleasure," he groans. "I wanted this...wanted you f'so, so long. All to myself."
Your throat flexes around him for a moment and you gag, not used to having such a large appendage in your mouth. And soooo deep! All you can taste and smell is him. The sounds of his enjoyment only make you hornier and you find yourself swallowing his dick whole, ignoring the way your eyes sting with tears.
"Too bad you ain't gettin' her all to yourself," Sukuna growls, yanking you off of Geto's dick. "Step aside, bitch. This is how you fuck a mouth like hers."
As soon as he’s back inside of your mouth, he is thrusting one of his entire cocks into your throat, stroking its walls and filling your mouth up with nothing but him. You let out a squeal of protest as he goes too deep, making your gag reflex kick in, but as your throat flexes around him, he shudders with delight and pleasure.
He takes one out and gives you the other, shoving it deep. "Mmm, that's it!" he loudly grunts. "Choke on those fuckin' dicks! Give me that throat, my precious little....ohhh, fuck!" His groans are loud and unabashed, his pleasure making you drip.
Geto chuckles as he watches, smacking his dick up against your cheek. "Bet they don't have mouths like this in the demon realm. Definitely not up in space."
As Sukuna continues to fuck your mouth off its hinges, he notices something and yanks on your hair. “A brat too. Touchin’ that pussy without permission. I didn’t order you to do that, did I?”
His crimson eyes flash with dominance and you whimper, mostly with need. Dammit. He caught you playing with yourself while sucking them off, unable to resist rubbing your soaked pussy as they moaned at the feeling of your mouth wrapped around them.“N-No, sir. I’m sorry," you pant.
But Sukuna isn't swayed by your big, doe-like eyes or soft voice. "You know what means, don't you?" He pauses, smiling wickedly at you. "Punishment."
And suddenly, you're being bent across Sukuna on his throne with your ruffled, poofy skirts hiked up to expose your pink lace panties already soddened by your slick. His hand comes down across your asscheeks, making them recoil against his calloused, clawed palm over and over again.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"Ow!" you cry out, wriggling at the fire licking across your ass...but also leaking more than you ever had in your life. Who knew you had a thing for pain too? Sukuna chuckles as if knowing this before you ever did. "What a little masochist. Look how wet you got just from me spankin' that ass of yours."
You suddenly feel a big dick smack across your ass and jump, realizing that Geto is standing right behind you. "You really like this, huh? You love your own arch nemeses toyin' with your body like a little slut?" His cock glides across your puffy pussy lips, throbbing with arousal.
You weakly moan, leaking all over his tip. You're so wet that he could thrust right in if he wanted to. "Y-Yeah," you murmur.
SPANK! You cry out at the sudden smack, your ass burning fire from Sukuna's rough spanks. "What was that, little one?" Sukuna teases. "Couldn't hear you."
"Yes!" you whine. "I-I like it!" You rub yourself onto Sukuna's cock pushing against your clit, making him force you to keep still. "Oh, we know. Just look at that pretty little cunt spillin' all over my lap."
You whimper as Geto teases your leaking puss with his thick fingers, his digits coming back sticky in your honey. "What a mess," he tuts. "But I guess needy girls like you can't help it. But don't worry, baby; I got just the remedy for you too."
Then you feel something loooong and wet slithering along your pussy, the tip of it teasing your clit. A tentacle. Another one wraps around your thighs, holding them taught, as the one on your pussy slithers between your closed thighs and begins stroking your slit. "Mmm, fuck!" you moan into Sukuna's lap. "S-Sugu, what are you—"
"Just playin' with you, love. Your poor little pussy just looked so desperate to be touched." The alien salivates at the way your cunt gushes and leaks onto his tentacle The way your ass looks so puckered and swollen from Sukuna's spankings. The way your pussy looks peeking out from between your cushiony thighs, good enough to fuck.
You can hardly believe this is happening. The same tentacles that you used to despise in battle, that used to be the bane of your existence, are now giving you immense pleasure. "A-ah, shit!" you gasp. "O-Oooh! Wait, Sugu, i-it feels too good!"
You squirm in Sukuna's lap, much to the demon's enjoyment, his hand stroking your ass in time with Geto's strokes with his tentacle on your clit. "Yeah? Then maybe this will feel even better." And then you feel his tentacle begin to insert itself into your pussy, making you feel full and stretched.
You gasp as it slides in so easily, just as wet as you are, making your pussy leak and drool slick down your thighs. "That's a good girl," Geto croons. "Just take the tip."
You have no clue if he means the tip of his tentacle in your pussy or the tip of his tongue flicking your clit, but either way, you feel like you're about to burst like a bubble as he flicks his tentacle up to graze your G-spot. Sparks of pleasure crackle like firecrackers throughout your body, making you moan and writhe in Sukuna's lap.
Suddenly, you feel two thick fingers toying with your bottom lip, forcing their way into your mouth. "Suck 'em," Sukuna demands. "Suck my fingers while you get fucked by that fuckin' tentacle. I'll fuck you even better soon."
You take his digits into your mouth and begin to suck, coating them in your spit as Geto continues to stimulate your pussy, moaning at your sweet taste as you tighten around his tentacle. Finally, your head grows dizzy and you can feel that knot tightening, signaling an intense orgasm. "Oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum!" you gasp. "I-I'm so close!"
Geto pauses to smack a hand on your ass, making your pussy throb from the sharp sting. "Cum for me then, sweetheart. Cum for your villain." His voice is husky and rasped with lust as he watches your pussy gush around his tentacle, making it slicker and wetter.
Finally, with Sukuna's arm locked around your waist to hold you down, you let out a sob as you cream aaaaall over Geto's tentacle. He groans as your walls grip him tight, the way you'd do his cock as you came for him, drenching him in your sweet cream. You moan and whine as you come undone, body trembling and bucking in Sukuna's lap, until you slump with exhaustion, a dazed smile on your face.
Slowly, Geto slides his tentacle out of you and licks your cum off of it. "You did well for us, baby. Very good job." He coats your ass in wet kisses, making you mewl like a cat. "T-Thank you," you stammer, winded and dizzy from the orgasm.
"Now how can we reward you?" Geto wonders aloud, thoughtfully stroking your ass down to your puffy slit. "A pussy this good only comes around once in a lifetime."
Sultan grunts in agreement, teasing your hair with his clawed fingers. "A girl this pretty too. Gotta make it count." He helps you sit up on your knees, still wobbly and unsteady for your intense orgasm. "So who you wanna fuck first, pretty one? Me or the alien?"
You look between the two hot, villainous studs and their monster dicks. “You’re letting me choose?” you squeal. “What a gentleman! But I’m a little indecisive.” You can't even choose what to eat for dinner or what dress to wear!
Lucky for you, Geto has an idea. “Rock, paper, scissors?” he suggests. Sukuna rolls his crimson eyes, scoffing at such a juvenile suggestion. “How childish. You’re on, you green bastard.”
You watch, giggling as they vigorously play, wanting so desperately to win your pussy for themselves. After three rounds, Sukuna wins and lets out a booming laugh of victory. “Ha! I win!” he booms.
A pouting Geto is forced to watch as the demon grips you up and forces you onto his lap, straddling him. “Come." He pauses, patting his muscular, deliciously thick lap. "Sit upon your throne like a little princess should.”
You shudder at his surprising sweetness, loving this side of him as much as you love the rough, grumpy demon he portrays himself as. You grip his shoulders, steadying yourself as you rise to hover over his cock.
Rrrrrip! "My bad," Sukuna chuckles as he tears your dress off of your body, leaving you naked. "But you didn't need that shit anymore." He groans as his dickhead slides along your slit, coating it in your juices. "Prepare yourself for the fuck of your little life, princess," he pants.
But even as you mentally prepare yourself for his cock to finally be inside of your body, it doesn't compare to the real thing. Sukuna grabs your hips as you slowly come down, only taking his tip. "G-God, woman," he groans, trembling beneath you. "You're so fuckin' tight..."
You gasp and your eyes widen at the sensation, a choked moan leaving your lips. You feel stretched out, even with just his tip kissing your entrance. “Oh, shit! I-It’s too—ngh! Too much, ah!” you whimper, digging your sparkly, pink nails into Sukuna's shoulders.
“Looks like you need some help,” Geto croons. “Don’t worry, baby; I’ll help you open up. Just turn around and split those legs for me.” Slowly, you pull yourself up and reverse yourself so you're straddling Sukuna in reverse cowgirl.
Suddenly, Geto’s tongue is on your pussy while Sukuna’s cock is still nestled inside of you at the tip. Geto's tentacles slither out from his sides to lock around your ankles, keeping your thighs split open for him. As if all that isn't enough, you also feel the long, fat tongue from Sukuna’s stomach slither underneath your ass to toy with your clit too, your pussy quickly becoming slick from both his and Geto’s combined spit.
"Fuck!" the demon grunts, his nails digging into your hips as his big cock sinks deeper and deeper inside of you, thrusting out before thrusting back in with another fat, thick inch of him.
You're so grateful for the villains' work on you because it helps you take Sukuna deeper in your sobbing, wet hole. You didn't think it was possible, but when you look down, you see it: his fat dick inserted in you. “I-I’m doing it! I’m taking you, K-Kuna!”
You press yourself flush against Sukuna's sweaty chest, skin against skin. Sukuna should be called "The King of Deep Dicking" too because you can feel all of him inside of you.
You find a rhythm, bracing your hands back on his chest as he holds you firm, allowing you to bounce on his cock. The friction is sweeter than sweet, making you grind your hips and forth as you alternate between bouncing and riding him. His callused hands massage and grip your tits, making him moan and pant in your ear. “It’s good, Daddy?” you giggle, batting your lashes at him. “Am I making you feel good?”
Sukuna doesn't answer, too gone in your wet pussy to function. Geto answers for him, kneeling to watch the demon's cock fill your hole up. “Oh, you are, cutie. I can see that dick throbbin’ in you from here," he purrs.
His hooded purple eyes flicker up to Sukuna, his cock throbbing between his thighs. “Why don’t you fuck her harder so I can have her, hm?”
“Don’t tell me what to fuckin’ do,” he demon grunts. But he still begins to bounce you on his cock, thrusting back. He grips your throat, slightly choking you as he fucks the daylights out of you. “And you, pretty one...you just make sure you cum for your demon, understand?”
You nod and he proceeds to drill you with everything he has, turning you into a bouncing bunny. You can tell with every thrust that he is getting closer by how fast his hips go, snapping against your ass and making your tits jiggle in Geto's face. The alien takes advantage, massaging and teasing your hard nipples with his tentacles.
Finally, you can't take it anymore. You can feel another intense orgasm racing towards you, churned by Sukuna's cock in your tummy. Sukuna turns your head to face him and shoves his forked tongue in your mouth as the tongue on his stomach continues to tease your clit. “You want my cum, little one? You want me to paint that pussy with this demon dick? You want me to breed you?"
“Mmm-hmm!” you moan around his tongue, slightly dazed and not fully understanding that this demon wants to get you pregnant. He fucks you faster, inhumanly so, like he’s trying to shove his entire cock into your stomach, pushing until you can hardly take anymore.
You can feel your second orgasm approaching and you moan into his mouth as you cum all around his dick. “I’m gonna cum!” Sukuna growls. “Take it all, you little slut! Deep in that pretty cunt!"
When Sukuna bursts inside of you with a loud, primal growl and a string of curse words that would make a nun blush, your mouth forms an O as you feel a warm, wet gush of cum shoot inside you before dripping out of your pussy and down your thighs. Your head flies back as you gush all over his dick, coating him in your sweet, addictive cum.
After a few more sloppy thrusts, Sukuna pulls out, sending his cum gushing out of you. Geto groans as he slurps it out of your pretty, puffy pussy, making you weakly moan and whimper from the sensitivity. When he pulls away, he is damn near feening for a hit of you too. “Now it’s my turn. Legs up, baby girl.”
His eyes shine with lust as he tosses your weak legs up, his tentacles holding them up in the air. Sukuna wraps you up in his arms, locking you in his lap as Geto takes you for himself. He slides his fat, green cock inside of you, making your eyes roll back and a whine escape you.
Geto's thrusts are slow yet deep, touching the deepest parts of your soul. He fucks deep into your pussy, filling your walls with nothing but him, another wet tentacles flicking your clit. “Such a perfect girl, makin’ me feel so good…”
Another greedy tentacle slides up to play with your lips, sliding into your mouth to serve as a pacifier for you. “Mmm,” you moan as you suck on the tip of his tentacle, making him groan at your sluttiness.
You shudder as more of his tentacles wrap tight around your body, holding your thighs, your arms, your throat. "Yeah?" he pants. "You like those tentacles grippin' you up? Holdin' you tight?"
You are fucking gone, unable to conjure a real sentence as he pulls his tentacle out of your mouth.
"I-I–f-fuck...I-I lo-love...ngh, fuck!" Sukuna cackles at your dickmatized state, lightly smacking your cheek. "Little thing can't even speak! She's fucked so dumb on those dicks!"
As in Geto filling your pussy and Sukuna's cocks toying with your ass, never entering but just teasing the rims with his tips. He squishes your cheeks together with his big hand, making your lips squish together like a fish's. "That's how I like my girls: dumb an' slutty. God, this ass could bring world peace."
"These tits too," Geto groans, oggling at the way they bounce in his tentacles. "And this pussy. You're fuckin' magical, baby!"
SMACK!
He gives your pussy a wet smack with his palm, making you yelp in pleasure and damn near squirt. He blushes purple as he thrusts harder, quicker, snapping his hips forward over and over again. “I wanted this for so long,” he groans. “Wanted to fuck you like this for months.”
His dick dives inside the deepest part of you, brushing your G-spot, making you see the entire galaxy. “Oh, Sugu!” you whine. “Harder! Fuck me ha-a-a—“
Your eyes roll back into your head and your body goes slack like you're possessed, resorted to nothing more than a fuck doll for the two villains. "You gonna cum?" Geto hums, grinning when you slowly nod. “Do it then, pretty. Cum all over that dick. Lemme watch you do it.”
He licks his digits and replaces his tentacle with his thick fingers, rubbing at your clit so you're forced to cum. "Let me fill you up," he groans. "Let me give you my babies."
His groans grow louder, bouncing off of the castle walls, until he, too, explodes inside of you, filling your pussy with hot spunk. His feral grunts and whines trigger your own orgasm and he shudder around his cock as you—
"Oh, shit, she's squirting!" Sukuna laughs, watching as your body writhes and your thighs shake. Your cum shoots onto Geto's abs, coating him in it, your pussy squeezing him so much that his body begins to tremble from the sensations. You are floating through the clouds, higher than the sky, your orgasm taking you on a journey.
But then it fades, leaving you exhausted yet satiated. Geto's thrusts stop as his post nut clarity kicks in, his long hair cascading down his handsome face and broad chest. “What a good girl,” he sighs, feebly massaging your tits.
You smile, happy from the praise despite feeling like jelly. You've been fucked so brainless that you can do nothing but let the villains lay you on the cool floor. They sandwich you between them, all muscle and braun. Geto plays with your hair, cradling you to his chest. "Easy now, little cutie. It's okay. You did so, so well for me."
Sukuna covers you with his cape, spooning you from the back. "You were...exceptional," he coughs, going right back to his cool, aloof persona. "Settle now. You may be a bit wobbly."
You are–you doubt you can even lift your arms! Each muscle feels soft and mushy, your muscles turned to putty. But you grin at the demon, making him blush from your brightness. "Nothing can keep this magical girl down," you giggle. "Even a rough fuck...which was wonderful, by the way."
You snuggle into Sukuna's chest and he freezes, unsure of how to handle this affection despite just fucking your brains out.
"The feeling's definitely mutual," Geto softly chuckles, nuzzling into your hair. "Thank you, love. You don't even know what that meant to me." Sukuna grunts, so you take that as a sign of agreement.
Then you remember. The mission! Your city! The whole fucking world being at stake!
"Soooo does that mean you changed your mind about the whole 'destroy the world' thing?" you hopefully ask, staring into the villians' eyes.
Geto and Sukuna share a look between you, still gently stroking your sides, ass, and thighs. "I suppose humans aren't all that bad," the alien replies. "And if this is your planet, how could I possibly take something away that you love?"
Hope blooms inside of you as he gives you a crooked smile.
"Sukuna?" you coo.
The demon gives you a tight-lipped expression and your stomach dips, anticipating the worse. But finally, he sighs. "I guess Earth can be spared...just this once," he grumbles. "Not because you convinced me or anything. You just caught me on a good day."
Even as he laces his fingers with yours and presses a soft kiss to your knuckles. What a grump!
You squeal, happiness filling you, and you toss yourself at the demon. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" you joyously giggle, squeezing him close.
You then share a kiss between the two villains, your soft moans filling the air as their kisses grow possessive and eager, making their hands roam and your pussy throb until–
Beep, beep! Beep, beep!
"Oh, that's my boss!" you announce, totally forgetting about your earpiece. You click a button on the tiny, pink bud obscured by your hair. "Nanami, come in!"
"Y/N? Everything okay?" Nanami's voice comes in your ear.
"Nanami, great news! My nemeses agreed to—"
"Yeah, I heard," your boss interrupts. "Uh...we heard a lot, actually." He pauses, clearing his throat, and instantly, your stomach pits.
Of course, you forgot about your earpiece before fucking. So your boss and the entire agency probably heard everything.
"So you convinced them to not end the world with that pussy?" Yuki giggles. "I know that's right, girl!" She laughs alongside Mai and Shoko, getting shushed and chastised by Maki.
You flush with embarrassment, hiding your face in Sukuna's chest. "Uh...well, let's beam you back to headquarters and alert the public," Nanami says after an awkward cough.
But the villains are down with that idea...and neither are you. To leave the warmth of their embrace and a bit more time with their gorgeous monster dicks would be torture.
"Actually, Mr. Human Man, we need more time with precious little thing," Geto says into your ear. "We'll have her back safe and sound later. This calls for a celebration after all." He gives you a wink as you feel his tentacle cup your ass, making you bite your lip.
"Later? When the hell is 'later'?" Nanami growls, irritated.
Then it's Sukuna's turn...and he's a lot less polite. "Whenever we see fit," he growls. "Now unless you wanna hear your magical girl get her pussy stuffed again, I suggest you hop off the fucking line."
"Uh...bye, Nanami!" you pant as the two villains begin to eagerly kiss your neck and grope your body between them. "I-I'll see ya later!"
Then it's right back to some very magical sex with your two monster boys, their cocks filling you and making you cream over and over again until you pass out, rewarded for your job well done!
“Hop on,” Sukuna says, smirking under his helmet, patting the seat of his motorcycle directly behind him.
You look at him for a second, wondering if you should be anxious about this, but the alcohol running through your system gives you enough liquid courage to say fuck it. You slide the spare helmet over your head, adjusting it because even inebriated you knows how important biker safety is, and you slide right behind him.
“Hold on tight, babygirl.”
He laughs softly when your arms wrap around his waist, hugging him as tight as possible while your fingers grip onto his black cotton t-shirt. You smoosh your cheek against his back, the fabric soft against your skin, the warmth of his body seeping into your own.
The second he takes off you understand the thrill.
The wind brushes past your skin, hitting his body the hardest before landing softly against yours. The hair left out of your helmet blows behind you, free in the cold breeze of the night. You close your eyes, heightening your other senses. His body pressed against yours, the way your heartbeat whooshes in your ears, louder than the wind could ever be, the way the air feels so fresh in your lungs every time you take a deep breath, it is more intoxicating than the 5 vodka red bulls you downed at the bar.
‘Hop on’ is also what he said when the two of you got back to his apartment and mauled each other’s faces until you both wound up naked in his bed.
Your knees dig into the mattress on either side of his hips, your pussy hovering just above his cock, both hands planted on his chest to steady yourself. He reaches down, guiding his length to your entrance, and you sink down in one swift movement.
“Shit- you’re so goddamn tight,” he groans, his head falling back against the pillow, his hands coming up to grip the fat of your hips as you begin to bounce up and down on him.
His cock is impossibly large, stretching your walls to fit him, knocking against your cervix with each slide inside of you. He fills you to the brim, leaving no space inside of you empty for long, making sure to move your hips to the perfect angle to brush past your sweet spot.
“Feels so g-good,” you moan, bouncing faster, harder, your hips grinding against his pelvis every time he is buried to the hilt.
Your nails dig into the skin of his chest, leaving him hissing in pain before it turns into a groan of pleasure. The veins and ridges of his cock slide through your walls, your pussy slick enough to the point where there is little resistance. Every time his cock twitches, your walls clench around his length in agreement.
“F-fuck, ride my dick... there you go baby,” he grunts out, one hand sliding to your ass to grip the fat to jiggle it with each bounce, the other making its way to the front of your body.
His thumb finds your clit, rubbing fast, tight circles onto your sensitive bundle of nerves at the same pace you’re taking his cock. The rest of his hand is splayed out against your lower belly, pushing in to feel the bulge of himself digging all around inside of you which only adds to your pleasure.
“Sukuna,” you whimper, your body growing limp from the amount of stimulation you are receiving, your chest pressing against his as you fall at his mercy.
He plants both feet flat on the mattress, moving his other hand to your ass now, and begins to drill into you from below. Grunts and groans rumbling out from his chest right into your ear, the vibrations running through your body and landing in the pool of heat gathering in your lower belly, all of it pushes you closer to your climax.
Your nipples drag against the rough skin of his chest where ink curls around his muscles, your clit brushes on his pelvis with every frantic movement he makes. When he hits your sweet spot in this position, you moan out, arching into him and burying your face in his neck. You kiss his sensitive skin sloppily, wet open-mouthed kisses while you whimper from his cock.
“Yeah? Right there, huh? That’s how you like it, right?”
“Mhm,” you manage to murmur, your mouth moving to his shoulder, your teeth sinking into him as the pleasure grows overwhelming.
His view is nothing short of erotic. Your ass bouncing against his thighs, your pussy sucking in his cock every time he pulls out, that mixed with the pleasurable pain from your mouth and your body pressed so close to him has him holding back his orgasm.
“Who’s making you feel this good? Talk to me baby,” he growls, the tone entering begging territory.
“Y-you, all you!”
He thrust deeper into you, harder, faster, his balls slapping against your ass as he pounds so deep into your pussy it has you seeing stars. His cock twitches inside of you, evidence of his inevitable release and it has you grinding your hips against him once more.
“Cum on my dick then. Will you do that for me, pretty girl?”
His voice is low and rough, taken over by lust and desire, and it rumbles through your body and pushes you over the edge.
“Oh, f-fuck... I’m c-cumming!”
Cum gushes from your entrance, soaking his length, making a mess on his sheets but he couldn’t care less. An obscene moan rips from your throat, your walls pulsing and fluttering around his cock the more he fucks into you, your body growing tired the longer he draws it out.
“That’s it. Gonna fill you up until you can’t take anymore. How’s that sound,” he says, more of a warning than anything else, and when you nod your head, he wastes no time in spilling his seed.
With a guttural groan ripping from his chest, he drops his forehead to your shoulder, his pace faltering while his hips jerk in needy movements. Long, thick ropes of warm cum flood your pussy, coating your walls in his pleasure, leaking out to mix with your own cum on the sheets when nothing else will fit inside of you.
He draws out the high between the two of you as long as he can before dropping back onto the pillows, taking you with him. Wrapping his beefy arms around your back, he pulls you up his chest, enough for you to be face to face with him.
Your eyes are half-lidded with tears staining your cheeks, mouth hanging open still as whimpers leak out from the overly sensitive parts of your body still being stimulated, drool dripping from your chin and onto the skin of his chest, but you do your best to give him a sleepy smile.
“Feeling good,” he asks, using one finger to tilt your chin up until you can properly see him.
“So good,” you hum, letting your cheek smoosh against his chest and your body relax from the warmth of his.
synopsis 𐙚 a whole week of tutoring ryomen sukuna not only feels like teaching a rock, but also makes you do things you never thought you'd do— all for a fratboy who just needs a little unconventional push.
pairing 𐙚 frat!kuna x nerd!tutor!fem!reader
content 𐙚 mostly smut (p in v) and kinda fluff. p with plot. sukuna is a cocky manwhore lowkey, a bit mean and in denial for half of the fic. he gets soft towards the end. reader's more of a sarcastic, kinda strict nerd, not fully shy, but inexperienced. i tried my best not to make reader very specific (failed) first kiss, virginity loss (reader's). cursing ofc. masturbating and handjob mentioned. desc of kuna sleeping with someone else. he's kind of a dumbass (academically). a lot of petnames used. kuna calls reader ''miss tutor" for fun (where the fuck did i get that from?) dirty talk. reader is very awkward at one point, a typical correct answer -> taking clothing off game. fingering, pussy eating, multiple orgasms for reader, protected sex, aftercare + happy ending because i became a fucking romantic half way thru this. wc: 7.1k (im so sorry?) ignore typos this is genuinely some bullshit fr. i added texts for fun bye
ryomen sukuna is a man of many interests. music, gym, delicious food, good alcohol, athletics... and pussy.
but studying? that shit is out of his fucking dictionary.
when 'shithead elliot' as he liked to disrespectfully call the head of the life sciences department told him about the tutoring that was absolutely necessary for him to at least get more than the failing mark, he knew he couldn't avoid you.
sukuna's not stupid. if you've been recommended to him as a tutor by that jackass, it means you're smart— smart enough to get him to pass that stupid cross-faculty course that isn't even fun to him.
so, on monday, he shows up.
juuuust after five PM.
you've been waiting for an hour. one whole hour of sitting on your couch, shifting to your kitchen for a quick snack, going through the course objectives and material that you saved on your laptop, so you can start as soon as he comes. but this guy is a whole hour late, and he thinks that stupid smirk of his will make everything better?
you huff, standing there in a warm sweater and jeans, because you'd also just returned from college (early because of him), but that wasn't of any use now, was it. "ryomen sukuna?"
crimson eyes land on you with default disinterest, and sukuna pauses. based on your boring ass text replies, he'd expected you to be.. different. like some sort of campus background character he wouldn't even spare a glance at.
anything but a sweet looking pair of glasses, arched brows and those lips tugged into a gorgeous frown. your eyes are narrowed, delicate eyelashes framing them behind thick lenses. his thoughts are interrupted when you speak again, tilting your head slightly as you lean against your door.
"you are sukuna, are you not?"
"in the flesh." he recovers from his little moment, and you swear that you almost see his irises flare up with something. pride at being acknowledged? excitement for studying the course he has fucked up this semester? you don't know.
and frankly, you don't care, because his texts were enough for you to ask around about him and realise that this man is one mean guy. this is probably the one time you let yourself judge a book by its cover, because people have told you.. things.
he steps inside after you gesture for him to come in. all tall and muscular, holding a book and pen, taking up space and seeing your apartment from a height that you've never had a chance to observe from. his bold, dark ring-tattoos around his arms are visible as he stretches nonchalantly, humming in a way that vibrates through his chest. he follows you with the grace of a big panther, footsteps heavy even without his boots.
"already takin' me to your room after denying my idea to come to your house? bold choice, doll."
and of course he had a mouth on him.
"my name is y/n," you correct him quietly as you move to, and god, you've told him your name four fucking times. how much more agonizing can this get? "sit here, sukuna. i'll go get my laptop."
"i'm on your bed, y/n. think you can call me 'ryo' now," he smirks, purposely emphasizing your name and knowing you won't do what he mentioned. not when you don't know each other at all. his eyes follow your frame as you walk out of the bedroom to fetch your device. damn, you've got pretty lookin' legs.
he knows he can't think like that, but he can't help it! it's just that his brain instantly links the feeling of soft sheets and a warm, clean detergent scent— right to his dick.
it's just how things are after being invited over to so many dorms and off campus apartments, and most of them end up looking almost the same with fake vines on walls, aesthetic mirrors, cute figurines on shelves sometimes, smelling like victoria's secret or dior perfume.
your room is oddly different from any of the ones he's seen so far. your walls are a nice color. he sees a whiteboard on the wall to his left, a busy-looking desk with scattered papers, a bookmarked sci-fi book, and those whiteboard markers kept in a cylindrical pencil holder that looks like it was made by a 10 year old.
on his right, there's a few comic books. some manga? were those physical kpop albums? crochet supplies? the fuck was he doing? he couldn't care less, he was here for some shitty ass tutoring for a shitty ass course.
but then you walk back in, laptop in one hand and a cool water bottle in the other.
your face says it all— you mean business.
the first two days were hell.
after he showed up with literally just one notebook and a half used pen, probably borrowed from some guy next to his seat, you knew— this guy wasn't even putting in effort for this, there's no way he actually put in effort to understand the course in the first place.
you had to start from the very basics.
diagrams, flowcharts, classifications, multiple choice questions, teaching him the rules about how to underline organism names or italicize them in print. he was actually surprised that you had so much faith in him, that you actually believed he could learn all of that if you explained it slower with that quiet, calm voice of yours.
still, all you got from him was—
"the fuck is this?"
"why is it spelled like that?"
"oi, why're you still calling me sukuna? didn't i fuckin' say you could call me by my first name?"
"pfft, that's an easy diagram."
and he'd proceeded to make an impossibly bad drawing of cells clumped together. just.. circles. he'd looked at you like you were the one for not seeing the vision— he didn't even know what differently shaped cells were!
however, there was one more thing you observed.
those crimson eyes always wandered.
you almost thought you were being self centred at one point, for thinking that one of the most well known frat guys was checking you out.
so, in today's session, you decided to test that theory.
subtly, of course.
the sun sets outside your bedroom window, faint orange light falling over half of your room while the other is dim. you're seated on your bedroom floor, because apparently sukuna says he can't sit on any of your 'cutesy chairs' without breaking them. it's sort of true— those were old plastic chairs from your early high school days that had become quite weak through out the years. he's simply too big for them.
you religiously try not to dwell on that.
sukuna's got his— no, your pencil between his teeth like it's a cigarette, dangerous looking white canines flashing unnecessarily while he twists the pencil left and right with the support of his tongue. he silently reads through some stapled pdf printouts in his lap, dark eyes travelling over the typed out words in quick side-to-side movements. it's disgusting. you don't want to stare at his mouth or the movements of his tongue any longer.
you still do, for the next few seconds.
however, you don't let it distract you from your main objective today.
he did notice your clothes when he walked in an hour ago, just like you expected him to, but it seems that even sukuna was in denial of his sudden, unconventional weakness.
you're pretty. however, he never goes for the strict ones, or the quiet ones, or the ones who look so boring on the surface. just not his thing, y'know? and you're kind of all three of those categories to him, even if he doesn't know you well enough personally.
maybe you think the same way about him and his personality.
that's probably good, right?
you're leaning over to mark a paragraph on the sheet that's laid over one muscle thigh of his, lightly running your red pen at the start and end of the words with parentheses, all while wearing a tight little silk blouse. the two buttons at the top are undone and your cleavage spills against the soft fabric, not vulgar but not modest either, and that is not boring.
no pair of tits could ever bore sukuna, but you have some extraordinarily nice ones—
"ryomen." you huff, glaring at him through your glasses as you catch him exactly where you wanted to, keeping your expression stoic even when the thought of his gaze on your body makes you feel warmer than usual. "the sheet is down here. you're looking elsewhere."
the gentle taps of your pen against the paper save him from going further down the gutter. he grunts, mad at himself for even thinking about you like that. this wasn't how he was supposed to feel, damn it. you were the last person he wanted to fuck. you were boring! all you did was study and do your little hobbies and look so sweet, like you'd frown at him in that adorable way even if he was bending you over and—
"damn, chill out, miss tutor." he grunts out, feeling oddly flustered. the fuck was his problem? he never got flustered. it was always the other way around. "i was listening. continue."
sukuna manages to survive this session without you noticing his awkward shifting on the carpet.
he's gonna have to rub one out when he gets home later.
and he still mentally swears that it's not because of you.
after sukuna leaves, you're left with a sense of perverse satisfaction and mild embarrassment.
never in your life have you tried to seduce a guy. seeing it happen in real life, even for a minor moment, still has you a little shaken up. maybe it also makes you a little more confident in yourself.
it's questionable, you know that. it shouldn't matter whether a stupidly sexy frat boy looks at you or not. your worth is never dependent on how many pairs of eyes are staring— and yet, sukuna's eyes make you feel all too tingly, because it's like he's trying to resist you but it's futile.
does that make you powerful or does that make him weak?
whatever it is, you've confirmed it; ryomen sukuna's performance is not promising even after three days of tutoring sessions, and if you have to get him to actually improve his grade, you're going to have to resort to more creative measures.
on the 4th day, sukuna wakes up in his bed with a fucked up muscle in his neck and the light weight of a girl he doesn't know, snuggled into his side. the first three seconds feel perfectly familiar, in the sense that he's back to being the asshole who doesn't ask names and just fucks women until they forget about his lack of manners. he feels relieved.
then he remembers exactly how he ended up here.
after returning home from your third session, he'd lost his goddamn mind.
he had been so used to his usual rotation of people.
this pretty faced tutor just had to come and wreck it all into a mess, and he hated it.
he didn't know who it was that he was trying to prove wrong— just himself, because no one else knew that his mind was being fucked with by some student he'd never even heard of until three weeks ago. full of spite and disbelief, he convinced himself to call one of his usual girls.
his jaw clenches when he remembers how she whispered in his ear a few hours ago, giggling when he ended up coming all over his abs just three minutes after her touch.
it wasn't her.
he was that pent up from the mere sight of your cleavage. fucking pathetic.
he shifts out of his bed in an instant— bare ass naked, already half hard from the thought of you. the sight pisses him off further. he grunts, tapping the sleeping brunette's bare thigh a few times, urgent and firm. "oi. rise and shine, woman. don't you know the drill? get your pretty ass out 'fore i come back from my shower."
she whines sleepily in protest, piercing sukuna's ears with the shrill sound, but her own muscle memory makes her reach out for her bra on the floor anyway, and she's in the process of putting it on when he disappears into his bathroom.
a few hours pass by after that, and now he's here.
he stands outside your apartment with an actual backpack slung over a strong shoulder this time. his crimson irises meet yours with his usual cocky glint in them as he walks in without needing an invitation, clicking his tongue. "i smell pasta."
"i only made a portion for myself," you speak with a blank expression, lying through your teeth. you made a lot, knowing that a guy as buff as him definitely eats like crazy. sukuna just smirks, one hand in his pocket and the other holding the strap of that backpack. it was probably empty as fuck, aside from the condoms he usually kept stacked in there. not that he plans to use them with you. never.
your words bring rare amusement, and he responds with a faint pout on that sinful mouth. "you're a mean, mean girl, miss tutor."
...and i want to do things to you.
that goes unsaid. brushed under a rug somewhere in his mind.
you sigh, rolling your pretty eyes and walking ahead of him in the hallway of your bedroom. he takes in your outfit. pretty simple. leggings and a hoodie. why were you wearing socks? were you cold? sick, perhaps?
why the fuck was he worried? pathetic.
"sukuna—"
"ryomen."
"...right. ryomen, i'll be honest with you, even though our sessions have been short so far, i'm assuming you must have learned enough to go through a tiny little test."
your room invites him again as he enters, tossing his bag on the floor and sighing as he flops down to his usual spot, resting that muscular back against the side of your bed. "a test? hah. i'm gonna fail it."
there he goes again, with that shitty mindset. what a dumbass. you kiss your teeth in mild frustration (or maybe just nerves, for what you're about to suggest). "will you fail it if i tell you what you get for every correct answer?"
there's a long pause. just silence, as his eyes narrow and he stares up at you through dark eyelashes, resting his head back against the edge of your bed and stretching out one strong leg with a quiet grunt from the relief in his muscle. "like what? a boring lil' toffee?"
he's not prepared for your next words. you swallow hard, and your heart is pounding against your ribs as you finally take a seat in front of him, hugging your legs to your chest as you rest your chin on your knees. you maintain the eye contact. you look stunning, he thinks.
he watches the way your lips part, his adam's apple bobbing once, waiting patiently— very uncharacteristic of him.
"i'll ask you a total of 10 questions. you have to answer me. for every correct answer," you pause again, struggling to say what you've never really said to anyone before.
sukuna catches up fast. his eyes widen slightly as he tilts his head slowly to one side, like he knows what's coming— and can't (won't) do anything to stop it.
"for every correct answer, i'll take off one article of clothing."
you must be insane. maybe you are.
but he's worse. he's not sure he even deserves this, but he'll take it. he'll take anything you give him, damn it. pathetic, pathetic, pathetic.
"...fuck yeah." his voice is low, almost angry at himself for being so eager. for already getting hard at the possibility of being smart enough to get this bullshit right and have you all to himself—
no, you never said you'd let him have you. he can't assume that you're his to have. you don't need to be treated like that. oh, if only he knew how you spent hours shopping for the thong you're wearing under those leggings.
with a deep breath, you slide your laptop in his direction.
"you have 15 minutes to go through the material once— upto page 47. i think that's where we stopped yesterday."
"got it."
the way he physically locks in after speaking almost makes you smile. his strong hands grip your laptop, balancing it on one thigh and bending the screen back a little so he can read through. his eyes move rapidly. hungrily. like he's digesting all that information to spew it out in the next hour.
he'll get this bullshit right. if he doesn't, he'll never look at you again. this is his one chance to get more than a glimpse and less than a touch—
"i didn't think you'd agree," you whisper quietly against your will. it just slipped out, and there's no going back now. his eyes slowly drift up to your face, staring through your glasses for a short moment.
"why?"
"dunno. just thought— maybe you'd think i'm being silly, trying to make things interesting. i know i bore you."
sukuna is suddenly hit with a pang of guilt. 'silly' for wanting to motivate him and use his shameless weakness for a better purpose. that's what you thought?
sukuna can't believe his ears or his eyes. you look awkward, like the whole idea of this is bizarre and new to you, and you don't know what you just started.
"y'know i'll try hard to pass even if you don't set stupid ass conditions like this."
you look up, blinking slowly in quiet awe as he continues speaking.
"i don't wanna see you losin' clothes unless you want to show me. not for me to try and focus for once. is that what this is?"
"no," you answer truthfully, biting the inside inside of your cheek to control your mouth from speaking more of your real thoughts further. "i'm ok with it— with you seeing me."
"good." he replies instantly, even if his jaw is working twice as hard as he looks back at the laptop screen. his breathing is heavier now. "'cause i'm gonna fuckin' ace this shit, then ace the actual exam, and take you out. you good with that, miss tutor?"
your stomach feels funny with butterflies erupting from his words because you didn't expect that. you expected a cocky remark, some kind of dirty joke about being able to seeing you naked if he succeeds— but it seems like ryomen sukuna is just as full of surprises as you are. nodding slowly with a slow blink of your eyes, you bite your bottom lip.
the rest of the ten minutes go by in pure silence. your room feels smaller with him in it. the carpet feels irritating on your skin already, and you shift in an effort to be still and comfortable. sukuna huffs, but he's really focused on revising.
eventually, it's time for the test.
you quietly begin with the first question— reading from your phone's notes app, because you prepared them already. you play with the fabric of your leggings nervously with your other hand.
he takes a minute to think.
and then he's answering with confidence, even if he can't pronounce certain organism names correctly. "i don't know how to fuckin' say it— i know how to spell it, though. don't worry, won't forget to underline it when i write it in the exam."
for the first time, your gaze softens in amusement and nervousness both— and with a gentle nod of your head, you murmur quietly. "you made mostly correct points. i'm not worried about the nomenclature. i trust you."
his mouth quirks up in a small smirk. his shoulders relax and he leans back again, expectant and waiting, and you almost hear him curse under his breath when you slowly peel off and toss away your socks.
the second question is where he gets frustrated. "fuck. i just read that shit— can't remember a thing."
"s'okay," you speak quietly, staring deep into his eyes with an obvious hint of attraction that wasn't shown until today. "take your time. think, ryo."
how the fuck is he going to be able to form a proper thought when you're calling him that?
he grunts, running both of his rough palms down his face as he closes his eyes. "nah. next question, angel. i'll get it for sure."
sukuna misses the next, too. and the one after that.
3 wrong, 1 correct. 6 remaining.
that meant if he wanted you out of your stupid leggings, your hoodie, whatever t shirt you were wearing underneath, and your underwear? he has to get five more answers correct. even better if he gets all of them.
shit, he feels pathetically horny and pressured at the same time.
when he gets the fifth one right, even if it took him a long moment of tugging at his soft looking hair and glaring at the floor like it had all the answers— he almost groans with relief and need.
he's hard for the nth time around you. still not used to it, though. not when you notice it easily, from the way he shifts on the floor. the way your skin looks slightly sweaty tells him everything— you're flustered.
"well?" his deep voice comes out in a soft breath, an eyebrow raised in a silent question as his tongue runs over his bottom lip slowly.
you're beyond nervousness now. all that's left is an ache between your legs and sparks under your skin as you slowly pull your dark hoodie over your head and tug it off slowly— the action making your hair messy and leaving you in a white cami top.
"fuck," he curses, greedy eyes taking you in. "next question. hurry, woman. i'm not gonna last here."
your voice wavers when you ask the next question.
he answers again. the sentences flow out of him as he moves now to be closer to you— crawling over to your form with a gaze that makes your body feel hot all over, settling in front of you but not touching you yet. "c'mon. i know it's correct."
you nod stiffly, swallowing with a bone-dry throat. sukuna watches the cami top fall aside from your hands. your tits sit prettily in a comfortable bra. they heave with each little hitch in your breath from his close proximity.
he's going to lose himself in you one way or another.
might as well surrender now.
you're already turning to find your phone again so you can get to the next question, but a strong hand captures your chin between the thumb and index, and before you know it, ryomen sukuna is kissing you like he's going to devour you.
a tattooed hand wraps around your jaw, holding you in place as his tongue messily intrudes your mouth. you moan instantly, trying your best to keep up with the sloppy exchange of spit, even if the sound is quiet and barely there, and he growls against your lips with barely held restraint, tugging at your plush bottom lip to satisfy himself temporarily. "fuck, y'taste so sweet. never been kissed before, huh? yeah, fuckin' knew i was the first. good shit. next question."
his lips follow an invisible path down your neck. open mouthed kisses, wet and sloppy against your skin as he crawls over your body— trapping you against the floor as he lays you down on the carpet. your body is arching already, hands hovering over his shoulders like you don't know where to put them. "'kuna.. hah.."
his hips slot in right between your legs, and god, he's never felt anything this close to heaven until now. you're so fucking warm between those soft thighs, that he's already close to spilling into his jeans.
"i said, next question. let's get these fuckin' pants off, miss tutor."
"e-explain the— ah.. the—"
"the what?" he grunts, shifting further between your legs to grind his clothed cock against your thigh. oh, he's so heavy and hot against you.
you repeat— no, you whine out the question, and he's never heard a sound so sweet.
he pauses his kisses down your neck for a second, trying to focus through the scent of your skin as you shudder— his nose runs along the line of your neck as he lets out hot puffs of air against you. waiting to charge. waiting to devour. waiting. wanting.
he answers.
simultaneously, his big hands tug your leggings down your legs in two long pulls— the material catches slightly at the curve of your ass. his touch is greedy, but not rough yet. calloused fingers run along your hip bone in a hungry dance of their own.
the pad of his thumb runs over the edge of your thong— and the sound of his heavy breaths against your collarbone make you whimper out in pure need. his eyes flutter shut at the sound. no amount of self loathing or silent scolding will help him retreat from this. "wore this for me, hm? should've known miss tutor had tricks up her sleeve..."
"mmh," your voice comes out breathless, already overwhelmed by the sheer strength of his muscular frame pressing you into the carpet— and he looks straight out of a dream, hovering above you with a thin little chain dangling right over your face. "you look so good, 'kuna."
your words are like fire to his already flaring confidence, and soon enough, sukuna tugs his own dark tshirt off, and your jaw practically drops open in amazement.
he's bigger like this.
it's not a new fact, but seeing the proof is still different. his chest is puffed out, even more so when he breathes like he's trying to get a hold on himself. the bold onyx rings around his bulging biceps and veiny wrists make saliva pool under your tongue.
"just good? tch," he rolls his shoulders back like he's preparing for a damn fight, pressing one palm beside your hand as he glides above you again, keeping himself just a few inches away. the space between you two practically buzzes with warmth and need.
against all logic, you reach out hesitantly, only to rest your warm palm over his abdomen. you watch him inhale sharply. his nostrils flare as his head tips back just so— baring that strong neck and throat to you with a deep grunt. you can't help it, a quiet, needy sound leaves from your glossy lips right after him.
his hand wraps around yours, pulling your touch away from his abs, and his grip is so, so gentle it surprises you. "c'mon," he urges, "i'm still playin' fair, miss tutor. next question."
you almost want to say, fuck the test. fuck me instead.
but you grab your phone with trembling fingers and breath out the question with a shaky voice, setting the device aside.
sukuna can't think anymore. he blinks slowly, once, twice— it's useless. he's picking up your scent through your leggings. you're wet. he wishes he could just feel how wet— wishes he could touch your pussy and find out how pretty it is. wishes he could make you cum around his fingers and see that usually stoic face go all shy with pleasure. he bets you've never even touched yourself, being so damn busy with your fuckin' academics— just how neglected is that pussy? how greedy would she be if he just brushed a hand over her?
"can't," he grumbles against your skin, holding the back of your knees and pushing your legs back, earning a squeak of surprise from you.
the way your thong slips between your puffy lips in the most teasing manner makes him malfunction. "can't think. fuck, fuck— never seen a pussy this enticing—"
"ryo, please," you whine now, brave from your own arousal. you run your hands up his front, over those big pectorals and up to cradle his face between both palms, redirecting his almost-drunken gaze to your eyes. "forget about it. i want you, please."
"want me where?" he's quick to ask, already leaning back down to kiss over your collarbone and finally down to your chest.
your skin is coated with his saliva because of his messy kisses, his warm tongue glides over the top of your breasts until he noses over the curve of your bra and groans into the softness of your tits. "real fuckin' soft. i'm gonna take my sweet damn time with these."
meanwhile, sukuna's hands wrap around your waist in a tight grip, holding you down because he knows you'll squirm when he bites at the underside of your chest. he plays with your nipple tthrough the fabric, spit soaking the material and adding more to the friction as his tongue flicks back and forth over the bud, and giving the same treatment to the other. "sensitive lil' thing. you like this shit, huh? tell me where you want me. say it, miss tutor, or i'll fuckin' stop."
"want.. want you— hnngh, down there," you manage to speak between soft gasps from his bites, running your fingers through his pink hair and holding his head closer to your chest.
he lifts his head from your chest, eyes half lidded but alert as ever, and for the first time, you see sukuna staring at you with undisguised want. "heh, think that pussy can take me?"
you nod eagerly, biting your bottom lip, only for his thumb to tug it free from your teeth as he presses the pad of it against your tongue. a dark laugh escapes through his glistening mouth when he watches your innocent lips close around his thumb, your glasses fogging up from his hot breath as he rests his forehead against yours. his tone is almost a little amused. "goooood girl. such a needy tutor i've got. want my cock right away, hah? well, it's not that fuckin' easy, baby."
he nudges your legs apart with one knee, easily maneuvering you to stay flat against the carpet as his mouth travels down your bare stomach, leaving a hickey at the nearest rib and finally (impatiently) reaching down to the source of your sweet, heady scent.
"before you can even think of takin' me," he shakes his head, retracting his thumb from your mouth and pressing it directly over your clothed clit— the outline of it under the damp fabric is so cute he almost wants to take a photo and keep it to himself. "you gotta come around my fingers first. then my mouth. that's law."
you stay still, even when your eyes close and roll back into your head from the constant pressure of his thumb, your second heartbeat throbbing against the calloused fingertip until he starts to slowly rub in tight circles.
"cute," he laughs lowly as he watches your hips twitch in response, as if he finally found the right word to describe you. "you're so cute, princess. you ready?"
he doesn't wait for your answer. he knows you now.
one hand tugs the thong off you in two seconds— the fabric tears easily from his grip, while two thick fingers slide up your entrance, collecting the slick there and coating your clit with it, like he's preparing his favourite fucking meal.
sukuna dives in. no doubt, messily. your pussy is so soft, so sweet, he can barely hold back when he kisses it, moaning into your hot core with rough fingers spreading you open, watching your sweet cunt flutter under his gaze as he blows a teasing puff of air right over you. "cute. so cute. gotta make you moan louder, miss tutor. don't be shy."
"ryomen!" you moan right after that command, not because he told you, but because it feels so good. your brain is already foggy as it is— but when he fucks those fingers into your warm, tight pussy, you jolt with each curl of his digits.
"hah, ryo, ahhhnn.."
he grins, wide and dangerous, licking a long stripe from where his fingers plunge in and out of you with each little squelch, flicking the tip of his tongue just riiiiight over your clit until you're squirming again.
he clamps a beefy arm over your tummy, holding you down— no, pressing you down, because he just realised that he fucking loves your soft stomach. "so fuckin' tight. poor lil' cunt, probably wondering how this happened? her owner's a naughty tutor, that's what happened."
the amusement in his voice is downright cocky now, familiar to the sukuna you've heard things about— except... you understand exactly why he's got such a 'bad' rep. he's so fucking good at sex, no wonder people whisper things just to bring his name into the mud. one more thrust of his fingers makes your opinion flip like a switch. he's perfect, and people just talk shit because they haven't experienced him.
and now? you were the one experiencing the best of the best, that was ryomen sukuna.
squealing loudly, you arch your back off the floor— a mix of your arousal and his spit sliding down between your ass and down to the carpet. no, that carpet was new! as if sensing your thoughts from your flushed face, sukuna's smirk widens and he only goes faster, making your insides clench around his fingers with already trembling thighs. "ah— hah, 'k-kuna! can't— m'feelin' like.."
"mmh?" he nips at your shaking inner thigh, sucking a dark hickey into it because he's a possessive bastard who wants to see the mark bloom when he takes you out tomorrow. "gonna cum on my hand? gonna let me taste ya?"
nodding frantically, your hand tugs at his pink hair with a loud moan, a sound so filthy you can't believe it's coming from you. "yes! i- yes, please! please, ryo? please, i'm gonna—"
he's heard the sound of pathetic, slutty begging multiple times in his life.
but from your lips?
devastating.
"i fuckin' got you, sweet thing," he growls against your sopping wet cunt, and you swear his fingers only grow faster, pressing against your gummy walls until you're screaming and muffling your sound with a hand on your mouth, tears pricking at the corners of your sweet eyes. "oh my— oh, ryomen!"
your first ever orgasm hits you harder than he expected— you're crying already, pretty feet kicking back and forth in the bliss of it all, tits rising and falling in your half-worn bra, and you haven't even seen him fully naked. he's definitely leaking into his boxers at this point, but nothing can distract him from the beautiful sight of your pretty face being all messy with salty tears and that cute, scrunched up expression. "god, y're just so pretty. already cryin' over me, heh— that won't do, doll. you still have ta take my cock."
"hey, you with me, miss tutor?" sukuna lifts his head from the middle of your thighs, slowly coming back up. your tears are wiped away gently, and then his warm tongue tastes the salt on your skin, lips leaving surprisingly gentle kisses all over your warm cheeks, his nose accidentally brushes against the lens of your glasses, blurring one half of it. you finally give him a lazy smile, still recovering from the pulsing between your legs that remains even after your high. "mhm... yeah. want your cock, now. please?"
"don't need to tell me twice," he huffs in that same annoyingly confident manner, one hand gently patting the side of your thigh as he squeezes the flesh, tugging your legs apart once more.
"aight. open up, nice and wide— yeah, that's my girl."
are you his girl? are you really?
fuck yeah, you are, he decides right away.
something in your stomach lurches at the statement. at the possessiveness in it. the version of you that existed before sukuna walked in your apartment a few days ago, would have denied. the safety of your comfort zone would have devoured you whole, keeping you from anything like this.
"yes, i'm your girl, ryomen." you whisper suddenly while he's unzipping his jeans, and for a second, sukuna feels that odd, heavy pang of what he recognizes as affection now, that he's never felt for any other women before. your words are so genuine, he can't just brush them off. he's not that mean, even if his flushed cock is aching for your pussy and all he wants to do is sink into you.
sukuna leans over your face, breathing heavily into your space and brushing his lips against yours once again. just gentle nips at your mouth, your tongue. the soft sounds of the kiss filling your room, and you bring a hand up to caress his cheek.
he pulls away, still holding himself in one hand as he pumps his fist once, twice, thrice— grunting out with great difficulty because speech is intensely complicated when he's already on the brink of bliss. after showing you, he rolls the condom on (that backpack was finally useful). "look at what you do to me. not just today. you've been doing it since i first came over."
"so," he continues and his mouth twitches in pride, letting the head of his cock dip between the slick, puffy lips of your cunt as he sighs shakily in unison with your soft whine. "no goin' back, miss tutor. this pussy's mine, you got it?"
"yes," you respond breathlessly.
sukuna pushes in slow— a strangled, almost pained grunt vibrating through his chest as he feels the tight walls of your cunt stretch around himself.
"fuck. breathe, pretty," he encourages you while you wince at the stretch, and he loves the way you flutter around him when he calls you that sweet name. what a cute little observation.
and as the minutes pass? he uses that to his advantage every single chance he gets.
right there on the soft carpet of your bedroom, sukuna ryomen fucks into you like he's made for it, like this was the purpose of his goddamn life— big hands holding your thighs open, folding you in half as he ruts into your dripping cunt until you're screaming in pleasure once more.
even you cry out, "mmngh, hah, s-s'kuna! t-too much!" he doesn't stop. he can't stop. not when your pussy takes him so fucking well that he physically can't do anything but keep pounding into you, hips flush to yours and strong arms holding you down, thumbs pressing into your hard nipples as he flicks the peaks to make you squirm further. "nah— nah, don't fuckin' complain now. y're my girl. my sweet girl, so you'll— fuck, take it. hah.. i know you can."
your body is at it's limit, all from one orgasm from his fingers and now his fat cock is splitting you in half— there's not much you can do to stop yourself from gushing all around him without warning. "oh, fuck, p-please, 'kuna! i-i can't—"
"yes, you can," he grins widely. feral. "i feel ya, miss tutor— this greedy cunt's practically eatin' me up— heh, fuckin' made for my cock."
wild, crimson eyes look down at you with so much admiration that it makes your breath catch mid orgasm— struggling to maintain the eye contact when he squeezes one breast and presses his forehead to yours. "don't look away. fuck, f-fuck, y're milking me, shhhiiiitt."
the dazed, fucked out look in your teary eyes, combined with your silly little glasses going askew from his sloppy, hard thrusts makes him reach his own high— and he spills into the condom with a loud, feral growl that not only makes you clamp down on his length, but also contributes to your third, oversensitive orgasm instantly.
"oh, fuckin' hell, you comin' again, miss tutor?!"
he barks out a choked laugh right after, and he keeps going, riding out your intense aftershocks with slower, more directed thrusts as he kisses that spot deep, deeep inside you— making you heave for air and grab at his strong biceps. your nails scratch down on tattooed skin due to the pure bliss. "'kunaaaaa! i— hnnngh, ah! ah— hah... ha.."
you're so tired, you can barely even keep your eyes open by the time he pulls out of you and holds himself above you with a strong palm as support— his voice coming out soothingly deep before your vision blurs. "relax, pretty. came so hard, all for me— you're so mine already."
"mine, mine, mine," he chuckles against your skin, leaving a soft kiss over your cheek and slowly wraps an arm around you to support your back. "oi, don't pass out on me, i haven't shown you my special tricks yet!"
you sigh shakily, eyes fluttering open again, cock-drunk and flushed. it seems the warmth between your legs still hasn't fully died yet. or maybe you're just shocked. "t-tricks...?"
sukuna barks out another laugh— loud and hearty this time, carrying you up with ease as he slowly stands while finding the strength in his long legs after being on the floor for so long. "fuck, i was kidding. well, not really, but— rest for now, cutie. i'll clean ya up."
"mmh..." you chuckle quietly in response to his laugh. it sounds so genuine all of a sudden. feels too real. his words curl into your fuzzy mind like a lullaby, and you nuzzle his shoulder. "m'kay."
fuck, he might just be in love.
sukuna spends the next twenty minutes cleaning between your thighs— after finding a clean cloth in your bathroom and being so gentle, he even shocks himself. since when was he fond of aftercare going further than a 'goodnight'?
"pretty girl," he whispers against your skin, bringing the soft covers over your body, pressing a quiet peck to your forehead and gently taking your glasses away from your face. he folds them with the utmost care, setting them aside on the table before shifting into bed with you. "the prettiest i've ever seen. and all mine now. that shithead elliot did me good."
a/n: genuinely if u stayed till the end i'm gonna assume you have a fantastic attention span because this was some long ass boring ass bullshit that i gave up on halfway >_<
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frat!sukuna x shy reader ⸝⸝ first time ⋮ pantyfucking ⋮ waiting at the library ⋮ hello kitty facemask ⋮ phone sex ⋮ banned from charity events ⋮ finding out who's been bothering his shy girl at work ⋮ attempting to ride for the first time ⋮ how they met ⋮ shygirl's redemption arc at riding
your man, more like your husband, is big. there's no doubt about it — no other synonym you can place upon him except huge or maybe brooding. he hides well over 200 pounds of pure muscle and bulk under his wool and linen clothes, sewn for his skin by nobody but you.
the one thing is — he doesn't notice. it almost feels like he doesn't care, because once the kid is asleep and you're wearing that goddamn see-through nightgown, there's only one thing on his mind.
and right now, he's living it — thick, heated body completely covering yours, pushing you down into the rickety hay mattress. your cries are lost to the world, buried in the cushion as he flattens you out in a plank. every inch of your skin is touching his, filtered ten degrees hotter with the body heat you're both exuding.
"jus' gave it to you last night," he grunts, shifting onto his left forearm so he can reach for the base of his cock, sticky with your need and sensitive to the touch. "so tight, i keep slippin' out."
he's complaining right in your ear, grunts hot and concentrated around the shell. you whine, trying to turn your head to the side to get a breath of air — maybe to tell him to shut up, but the grip he has on the back of your head is impossible. you gasp in the stench of your lye soap, squirming as his insane girth splits you open like it's the first time all over again.
your eyes fly open, shivering and rolling back into your skull as your body expands around his force, desperate fingers caught in the sheets like you're holding on for dear life. your body is shrieking his name, but you don't have any breath to give it, so you shiver, lips parted as his hips stutter and struggle.
"mm, this goddamn body. had my baby, but can hardly take me." ryomen whispers, tucking some loose hair behind your ear so he can get close. that huge, veiny hand keeping your head pressed to the sheets lets up just enough for you to fly up for a lungful of air, and the first words that leave your throat are:
"g-getting big—bigger?! mmf—"
"shh," he bites, stuffing your face back into the mattress when he finally bottoms out, tip squishing against that deep, sensitive part of your soul he's obsessed with. your cries turn to pleas — lost against the softness. "you're gonna wake the kid and feel real sorry for yourself."
ryomen's not letting up. his fingers are twisting in your hair, lending your skull a third of his insane weight as he fucks into you deliberately. your hands are shaking, reaching around desperately for something to ease this stretch — something to bring you down to earth to relieve this world-shattering feeling.
your flimsy grip lands on your headboard, clawing your nails into the fifty-year-old barn-wood you fashioned into a bedframe. hoping it'd releive the pressure a bit, that claw turns into a fist, and ryomen can't swallow that down. "wanna breathe, lady?" he quirks, hiding a breathy chuckle behind his arousal.
"—ah, don't you goddamn run from it." he pulls you up by the hair, the opposite hand taking your fist and pinning it at your side. nightgown hanging on by a thread, the first time you open your eyes since he's been inside of you, is when he wraps you in a headlock — huge bicep flexing around your delicate neck.
you're screaming, now — laughing and whining as you claw at his tattooed bicep. your sensitivity hits like a smile, all teeth and disarming as you let him have you in every way. his cock pummels you with a force lost on you — slapping and bruising your skin, adding to the mess of stimulation that you can't escape even if you wanted to.
'ug— i'm gonna, ah!" you speak, hissing and shaking your head as his fucks speed up, scraping the bed against the wood floors. your body feels like it's due to break against his strength, and ryomen doesn't hold back with you. not like this, not when he's seen you take so much more.
he gets lost in his head when he should be getting lost in you, reaching up to slap at your flushed cheek, head fitted right there in the crook of your neck. his grunts are animalistic and nasty, calling you everything but your name. "give it to me," he growls, hand spreading your hair everywhere, mixing with your spit and sweat as he slaps your swollen lips.
his hips grind up into yours, massaging the flesh of your ass, intimate and deliberate, before that bite catches him again and he's pushing you back into the bed. this way, he can drill you down into nothingness, letting you cry and sniffle into the bedsheets as he makes an empty, dripping cavern out of you.
both hands pressed to your cheeks, pulling them open as he sits up, lets him see the way his thickness slams into your needy, aching hole. orangey candlelight flickers against your skin, and ryomen can't deny the scene. he didn't catch when you came for him, but that initial resistance that barred him from fucking you right has turned into swimming pools of arousal.
he wants to ingest your spirit over chipped, melted glass — letting the slipperiness melt on his tongue just like it's melting all over his pulsing cock. you're milking him dry, body sucking him in every time he pulls out, like you just don't want him to leave.
this gets him every time — your drooling, greedy cunt and your womb, so wide and familiar that he wants to nap in there. your soul is cracking open around him again, shivering and pitiful, but so full of love that he knows he can treat you like this.
five years in the grave is nothing; it's like he never left.
i'm burying a little home in ur skin @heaveninruins
Sukuna was mean in bed, he enjoyed degrading you, teasing and taunting you while forcing you to take all of him.
Even his thrusts were mean, every push of his hips punched the air from your lungs and had you scrambling against him.
Sukuna’s body swallowed yours whole, thick muscles pressing you deep into the mattress, firm chest sticky against your sweaty back. “Filthy girl, pussy’s sucking me in,” he purred into your ear. You whimpered into the pillow, soft whimpers escaping your kiss-bitten lips.
“So fucking desperate, aren’t you?” He punctuated the word with a particularly hard thrust, the movement causing a lewd smack to bounce off the walls. A wail tore through you, eyes rolling back from the force. He was so deep, you could feel his dick sliding along your walls, leaky tip prodding at your sweet spot.
He bit down on your shoulder, sharp canines digging into your flesh causing you to choke out a sob from the stinging pain. Sukuna chuckled against your skin, tongue lapping over the dent.
Tears began to well in your eyes, every thrust jolting your limp body, each dirty word whispered in your ear sending shockwaves to your core. “Ngh — R-Ryo too m — uch!” You broke off into a moan, head falling limp into the pillows once more as Sukuna began to speed his hips up.
“Yeah? You can take it, always ready to take cock. Aren’t you?” You could practically hear the feral grin plastered on his face. He got a garbled response from you, incoherent and pathetic. His hand dug into your scalp, yanking your head up and back to meet his eyes, “Answer me when I speak to you, brat.”
You watched his eyes dilate as he took in your fucked-out face, drool pooled at the corner of your mouth as tears started to drip from your lashes. Sukuna tutted, releasing your head and pushing you further into the sheets, “Pathetic.”
His balls smacked wetly against your clit as his dick drove deeper into you, each vein dragged along your walls in ways that had your legs kicking and shaking beneath him. A sob wracked through you from the overwhelming pleasure, face still smooshed into the pillows. Sukuna chuckled darkly, slowly pulling out until only his tip remained caught in your entrance before slamming all the way back in.
“Crying already? Poor thing, is my pretty girl too full of dick?” He mocked, hand coming up to grasp your neck from the front, hauling your head back to look up at him once more.
He watched as your eyes crossed and fat tears rolled down your cheeks. You looked so beautiful like this, all dishevelled and ruined just for him.
You choked out a moan, head lolling against his hand as he continued to impale you on his dick over and over. “Ryo, cum… gonna c-cum,” your words came out in soft pants, hands clawing at his wrist while you tried to stay present. Sukuna growled into your ear, “Come on then, cum all over my dick like the filthy girl you are.”
Your body shook, legs kicking his own muscular ones as you came. Your vision went white, pleasure overriding your body as Sukuna continued his onslaught on your sopping cunt. He felt you clamp down on him, velvet walls hugging him closer as you milked him dry.
Sukuna leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead as he spilt inside of you with a groan, allowing you to go limp against his arm.
“Look at you, so pretty when you’re stuffed full.”
“I want to feel your hot little pussy squirt all over me while im fucking you”
Frat!Kuna x shy girlfriend reader
CW: squirting, overstimulation, p in v, dirty talk, running from it, bladder play? (Requested), clit play, corruption kink (if you squint), MDNI, not proof read
Another late post, don’t hate me. See you friday! Toji?
“Kuna..” you whispered. Laying with your head on his chest after school, waking up from taking a nap. “Hmm?” He mumbled sleepily, pulling you closer to his warm body. His tattoos glowed softly in the darkness.
“You okay baby?” He asked softly, his voice gentle unlike his usual intimidating tone. He was surprisingly sweet when it was just the two of you. You nodded your head. Trying to build up the courage to ask him what you and shoko were talking about in class.
“Bitch you never fucking been on top? Why? Im sure he would let you if you just asked” Shoko’s words played in the back of your head. “C-can i umm, like ride you?” You barely even got out as a whisper.
Sukuna’s eyes snapped open at your words, a smirk spreading across his face. “You wanna ride my dick baby?” He asks, his tone making you regret even asking… almost. He pulls you gentle to sit on-top of him, his hands running over your waist gently.
“You want to?” He asks again. More sincere this time. You had nodded your head.
It didn’t last long. You bare chest was pressed against his, the left side of your face touching to right side of his as you were halfway down his dick and already giving up. He was too big like this, you could feel every ridge, every vein, the slight curve up his dick.
“Kuna i cant” you whispered almost defeated like. His grip on your hips tightened as you tried to back out. Holding you in place, his other hand moving to tangle in your hair.
“Yes you can baby, relax.. it’s just me” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your temple. Gently guiding your hips down an inch. His eyebrows furrowed like he was concentrating on something.
Your head dropped to his should with a weak whimper, feeling him stretch you out from below. He turned your head and captured your soft sounds with his mouth, swallowing them whole as he slowly kept working you down on him inch by inch.
He knew you were struggling, he could feel your tiny body trembling against his own. He broke the kiss to trail open-mouthed kisses down your neck. “Too big for my baby?” He said mockingly but with a sweet undertone.
“Too big to take all at once, huh?” Sukuna whispered against your neck, his hands squeezing your hips possessively. “Too much for your little pussy?” He laughed. He knew you hated dirty talk, knew how it had you embarrassed but he could feel you clench down on him anytime he talked like the mouthy motherfucker he is.
“Kuna” you whined. Hand moving to cover his mouth but he removed it easily. “Baby you’re so fucking tiny,” sukuna groaned, rolling his hips up gently, trying to push more of his dick inside of you.
He gripped your hips suddenly, dragging them all the way down his length. You let out a choked cry as he force you down. His massive length stretching you open to the hilt. He held you there, letting you adjust to feeling him so deep inside of you, you could feel his tip kissing your cervix.
“Look at you. My girl taking it all in her tiny pussy. Thought you said you ‘i cant’” he mocks you in a high pitched voice. His thumbs gently rubbing circles on your hips despite his words.
You couldn’t even care about his teasing because you couldn’t even breathe with him inside you like this, silently cursing shoko.
“S’too big” you whined, nails digging into his shoulders. He nodded, voice strained, “i know it is, love” he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest.
“But you’re doing so good, taking it like a good girl,” he praised softly, beginning to slowly thrust up into you before stopping his movements entirely. “Ride me then,” he ordered. Voice rough with need. “Show me how you wanted to use me baby” he spread his legs wider, giving you room to move on top of him.
“Fuck yourself on my cock, c’mon.” He murmurs. You shake your head no, “cant” you whine out.
“Yes you can.” He said almost immediately. “Just move your hips, I’ll help you.” He placed his hands on your hips, guiding you up slightly before letting you back down. “Thats it baby, you’re riding it see. Told you.”
Broken moans leave your mouth, his cock knocking the air out of you each time he dropped your back down. “Listen to you. So tight, baby. Stretching you out so good.” His eyes watch where you guys are connected, his length disappearing inside of you
He pulled you to his chest, hands holding your hips up and still as he plants his feet on the bed. Thrusting up into you. “Take my dick now.” He mumbles with a groan. Hearing the wet squelching of your pussy.
Your broken gasps echo through the room. Hands gripping the hair at the nape of his neck. “Thats it. Tale it,” Sukuna groaned against your neck, hips lifting steadily to hit your deepest spots. He knew you weren’t going to ride him, or at least not very good. He knew as soon as you asked him that you would end up giving up.
“You’re not riding me right now baby,” he teased. Your hand smacked his shoulder gently. “S-shut up kuna”.
He chuckles like he’s not literally rearranging your insides. “Asking to fucking ride me but you can barely even take it in general.” He says. Hips never stopping their steady rhythm. He loved how your small body looked impaled on him. Looking every bit of overwhelmed, exactly how he liked you while he was fucking you.
“I can take it” you pout, voice shaking.
He hums nodding his head. “Mmm, you’re taking it but you’re definitely not riding,” Sukuna laughs softly, hands squeezing your ass.
“My shy little girl thinking she can fuck herself on my dick.” He punctuated his words with a deeps thrust upwards. Hearing you let out a cry into his shoulder.
“Shh, it’s okay,” Sukuna soothed, arms wrapping tighter around you. He knew he was being rough, but your cries only turned him on more. He loved how small and fragile you felt in his arms compared to his massive size.
“Kuna m’gonna cum” you gasp out, hiding your face in his shoulder.
“Cum then baby.” He encouraged, voice low and husky. Hearing could feel your walls tightening and fluttering around him, signaling that you were close. He thrust up into you faster and harder wanting you to cum all over him.
With a broken wail you did. Trembling in his arms. He groaned loudly, head throwing back as he felt your tiny pussy clamp down around him, pulsing like a vice. Hearing loved how easily he made you fall apart, how he’s the only one you’ve ever had, only ever knowing his touch pushing you over the edge like this.
He flipped you guys over, watching how you covered your face with your hands like always. Feeling so exposed under him. He spread your legs wide open, pushing between them perfectly. He grabbed your wrists and pulled your hands away from your face, making you exposed yourself to him completely. Body, mind, and soul.
“Kuna” you whisper, face a deep shade of red. “Damn” he groaned when he looked at your innocent and shy face like he didn’t just make you cum all over his dick. He loved how you blushed easily whenever he would wrap his hands around your waist, or pulling your straps of your top back up whenever he noticed Gojo staring for too long.
But most of all how you always tried to hide your face when he was fucking you. It made him feel like he was corrupting a pure little angel. “So fucking pretty” he praises, sliding back in deep inside of you.
Watching your face scrunch up adorably as he slid back inside your tight pussy. He loved how expressive you were, even if you were trying to hide or squirm away. “So fucking cute when you’re getting dicked down” he mumbles.
“D-Dont say it like that” you whine. “Like what?” He teased, snapping his hips forward and hitting your sweet spot. “Like im fucking my baby?” He watched your face turn even redder and your legs instinctively try to close around him. “Or like im fucking pounding her tiny pussy?”
You let out a mewl. Hands squeezing free from his grip and going to his lower stomach, trying to keep him from fucking you like he is right now, hitting your spot repeatedly. He laughs at your futile attempts to spot him. Loved seeing how weak you were compared to him. He pushed his hand against you, trapping them against his stomach as he kept pounding into you relentlessly. “Keep pushing against me, baby”.
One of your hands slipped free moving to stop the obnoxious bouncing of your breasts every time he thrusted into you. “Don’t.” He says sharply. Grabbing your wrist pulling it away. He loved watching them bounce and jiggle with each thrust. Loved seeing you so open and exposed while he fucked you.
“Kuna s’embarrasing” you whine. He shakes his head no. “Your fucking beautiful baby” he counters, releasing your wrist but keeping his eyes fixed on your bouncing breasts. He increased his pace, making them bounce even more wildly with each deep thrust. “Theres nothing embarrassing about how fucking sexy you are with my dick inside of you.”
You look to the side trying to hide, mouth letting out quiet gasps. His gaze followed your eyes, taking in the shy way you looked to the side with your lips parted. It was adorable and so fucking cute. He grabbed your chin gently and turned your face back towards him, forcing you to look at him as he fucked you senseless.
Your eyes were glossy, eyes fluttering. “Yeah keep looking at me like that.” He commanded, voice hoarse with desire. He loved how your eyes fluttered when he was fucking you so deep you couldn’t do anything you but take it. He loved being that center of attention for you. Your nails gripping his arms, his other hand pushing down on your lower stomach gently.
He could hear the wet squelching noise every time he pushed in or pulled out. His other hand remained on your lower stomach, holding it down gently as he fucked you. His suddenly moved his hand lower, pressing on your bladder gently.
You felt the sudden urge to pee building up inside you. The pressure of his hand and his deep thrusts created an overwhelming sensation. Your eyes widened in shock and embarrassment as you tried to push his hand away weakly. “K-kuna..” you gasped out desperately. Legs enclosing around his waist.
“Don’t close your legs baby” he whispered against your ear, voice dark with desire. He pressed his hand harder against your bladder, making the urge to pee more intense. Your legs tightened around his waist instinctively as you tried to hold back the sensation. “Let me feel it.”
His other hand left your chin moving down to rub your clit almost aggressively. Applying the perfect amount of pressure. The combination of it all was overwhelming.
“Kuna m’gonna pee” you squealed panicked. It felt different than that though, like you were gonna pee and come at the same time. “Come on my hand baby” he groaned, pressing harder on your bladder as he rubbed your clit faster. Moving his hips in a different angle to hit your sweet spot.
“I want to feel your hot little pussy squirt all over me while im fucking you” he says. “Squirt?” You ask, gasping heavily for air, trying to hold back whatever was building deep in your core.
Hands moving down to his wrists trying to stop him. “Yes, baby” he confirmed, pressing even harder on your bladder. “You’re gonna squirt all over my hands like a little faucet. It’s gonna feel so fucking good, i promise. It’s okay just let it go” he said strained, watching your body try to squirm and run away from it.
You shake your head no, feeling a large amount of pressure build inside of you, clit aching against his constant rubbing. With one powerful thrust, he hit your spot dead-on, sending a jolt of pleasure through your entire body. Your eyes rolled back, an extremely weak pathetic moan leaving your lips.
“Thats it baby” Sukuna praised, feeling your pussy contract tightly around his dick. Hitting your spot again and again with precise thrusts while his hand pressed relentlessly on your bladder. Your weak moan turned into a whine as the intense sensation built up inside you.
“No no no, kuna i cant, no!” You yelped out. Legs kicking out and trembling. There was so was pressure it felt like you were going to burst. Your whines turned into broken sobs as it came too intense to handle. Feeling the dam inside of your break, back arching off the bed body trembling so hard underneath him.
“Fuck yes” he hissed, feeling your tiny pussy squirt all over his hands and dick. The warm liquid filled his palm as your innocent little body arched beautifully, back bowing perfectly. He loved the way you looked completely losing control.
“Keep squirting for me baby. Let it all out, i gotchu” he said. Your arm draped over your face, other hand weakly pushing at his chest. He was fucking you so deeply still, laughing as you tried to push him away, clear liquid escaping your pussy and splashing on his lower stomach and hand. Squirting so helplessly below him.
You felt drained, gasping out for air feeling him still inside you with a deep thrust. His head falling on your chest. His dick pulsing and throbbing inside you. Filling your tiny pussy with his hot cum. He loved the feeling of your drained pussy clenching around him desperately as he kept coming inside you.
Your arm stayed over your face, embarrassed. He slowly pulled out of your well-fucked and cum-filled pussy, his dick slick and half hard. He gently pulled your arm away from your face. “Look at me baby” he whispered.
His expression softening as he saw your embarrassed, near-tearful state. He leaned down and pressed a gently, soothing kiss to your flushed cheek. “Shh, no crying” he whispered.
You were click everywhere down there, so sensitive your clit was throbbing, his cum sliding out of you. He pulled back a little bit his eyes dropping to the mess he made out of his shy little girl. “Did it feel good?” He asked softly. Wanting to make sure it felt good and not painful.
When he saw you nod he wrapped his arms around you, letting you hide your face in his neck. “Im sorry if it was too much” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your hair. “You did so well for me” he felt your body tremble against him.
“You took my whole dick so nicely. Letting go and squirting so much like that…” he trailed off, whispering sweet praises into your ear while gently stroking your back and hair. His other hand slowly crept down to gently play with your sensitive clit.
He heard you let out a soft whimper and it makes his cock twitch and leak more pre-cum out on your thigh. He loved your noises. He continued to praise you while his fingers played with your swollen clit. “So cute and noisy as i fuck my little girl huh?” He hummed.
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The bass from the party downstairs thrummed through the floorboards, a primitive beat that matched the frantic rhythm of your heart. You were barely inside Sukuna's room before he had you pressed against the door, his large body caging you in. The click of the lock was loud in the sudden quiet, cutting off the muffled cheers and laughter from the frat party raging below.
"Having fun out there?" His voice was a low growl against your ear, his breath hot and smelling faintly of beer. His hands were on you immediately, one gripping your hip with bruising force, the other tangling in your hair to tilt your head back.
You tried for nonchalance, for the cool, detached persona you usually wore around him. "It's a party, Sukuna. That's the general idea."
He made a sound, a dark chuckle that was more of a rumble in his chest. "Don't play dumb with me. I saw you with Gojo." His lips brushed the sensitive skin of your neck, not kissing, just hovering, a threat and a promise. "Laughing at his stupid jokes. Touching his arm. You looked real cozy."
A shiver, part fear, part anticipation, ran down your spine. This was the unspoken rule of your arrangement. You were friends with benefits, a convenient outlet for each other's needs. But there was a territorial line, and you had just danced all over it with Gojo Satoru, his frat's resident golden boy and Sukuna's not-so-friendly rival.
"He was just being friendly," you managed to say, your voice smaller than you intended.
Sukuna's grip on your hip tightened, his fingers digging into the flesh through your thin dress. "Friendly? Is that what you call it?" He finally closed the distance, sinking his teeth into the curve where your neck met your shoulder. It wasn't a gentle nip. It was a possessive bite, sharp enough to make you gasp and arch against him, a clear mark of ownership. "He looks at you like he wants to eat you alive. And you let him. You fucking encouraged it."
He pulled back just enough to look at you, his dark eyes burning with an intensity that made your stomach clench. The smirk was gone, replaced by a raw, unfiltered jealousy that was both terrifying and intoxicating. "You have a smart mouth on you when you're talking to him. Let's see how smart it is when I'm fucking it."
There was no more preamble. He hauled you away from the door, his movements rough and impatient as he practically dragged you across the room to his bed. His space was typically messy, clothes on the floor, textbooks pushed haphazardly on his desk, but right now, all you could focus on was the king-sized bed with its black comforter.
He shoved you down onto the mattress, and you bounced once, your dress riding up your thighs. He was on you in an instant, kneeling over you, his powerful thighs bracketing your hips. He grabbed the hem of your dress and yanked it up over your head, the action so forceful it made your teeth click together. The cool air hit your skin, and you were left in just your flimsy lace bra and panties.
"Look at you," he murmured, his gaze raking over your body. "All dressed up for someone else. Did you wear this for him?"
"No," you breathed, shaking your head.
"Liar." He leaned down, his hands planted on either side of your head, caging you in completely. "You love the attention, don't you? Love knowing all those guys downstairs want to fuck you. But you're mine tonight." He lowered his head, his mouth crashing down on yours.
This wasn't the usual kiss you shared. It wasn't lazy or exploratory. It was a punishment. His lips were bruising, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth, claiming every inch of you. He tasted like beer and something uniquely him, a dangerous spice that made your head spin. You kissed him back, your hands coming up to tangle in his pink hair, pulling him closer, needing more of the rough treatment he was doling out.
He broke the kiss, panting, his chest heaving. "That's it. Fight back. Show me that attitude." He reached between you, his fingers hooking into the cups of your bra and pulling them down, exposing your breasts to his hungry gaze. He didn't bother with the clasp, just ripped the delicate fabric, the sound of tearing lace filling the room. "Much better."
His mouth was on your breast then, hot and wet. He sucked your nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the peak before he bit down, hard enough to make you cry out. The pain was sharp, electric, shooting straight to your core. He soothed the sting with his tongue, only to move to the other breast and give it the same treatment. He was marking you, leaving his claim on your skin in the most primal way possible.
"You like that, don't you?" he grunted against your skin. "Like when I'm rough with you. Like when I remind you who you belong to."
You couldn't form words, only a strangled moan as he moved lower, his mouth tracing a path down your stomach. He hooked his fingers into your panties and ripped them away too, the flimsy lace no match for his impatience. He spread your legs with his knees, his gaze falling on the slick evidence of your arousal.
"Fuck. You're soaked. All this from a little bite?" He smirked, the first hint of his usual arrogance returning. "Or were you thinking about Gojo while I was watching you? Thinking about him touching you like this?"
"Never," you gasped out, the thought genuinely repulsive.
"Good answer." He lowered his head, not giving you any warning before his mouth was on you. He ate you out with the same ferocity as his kiss, his tongue lapping at your clit, his fingers plunging into you without preamble. He curled them inside you, hitting that spot that made your vision white out, his mouth never ceasing its assault. It was too much, too fast, and you were already hurtling towards the edge.
"Sukuna," you moaned, your hips bucking against his face. "Please..."
He pulled away just as you were about to cum, leaving you panting and desperate on the bed. "Not yet," he said, his voice rough. "You don't get to come until I say so." He stood up, stripping off his own clothes with quick, efficient movements. His body was a work of art, all hard muscle and sharp lines, tattoos covering his arms and chest. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, already leaking precum. He gave it a few lazy strokes, his eyes never leaving yours.
"Turn over," he commanded.
You hesitated for a fraction of a second, and his eyes narrowed. "Don't make me ask twice."
You scrambled to obey, flipping onto your stomach and rising up on your hands and knees. The position was vulnerable, exposed, and it sent a fresh wave of arousal through you. You felt the bed dip as he got behind you, his hands gripping your ass cheeks, spreading you open.
"Look at this pretty little pussy," he murmured, his thumb brushing over your slick folds. "All ready for me. Ready to be reminded who fucks it right."
He lined himself up with your entrance, and for a moment, you thought he might just slam into you. But he didn't. He pushed in slowly, inch by torturous inch, letting you feel every thick ridge of his cock as he stretched you open. It was a different kind of torture, a slow, deliberate claiming that was just as possessive as his earlier roughness.
"Fuck, you're tight," he groaned once he was fully seated inside you, his hips pressed against your ass. "Always so fucking tight for me."
He started to move then, his thrusts deep and punishing. He set a brutal pace, his hips snapping against yours, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. Each thrust drove the air from your lungs, pushing you closer and closer to the edge again. His hands were on your hips, holding you in place as he used your body for his own pleasure.
"Is this what you wanted?" he growled, his voice strained with exertion. "To be fucked like this? To be put in your place?"
"Yes," you cried out, your fingers clutching at the sheets. "God, yes."
"Say my name," he demanded, his rhythm never faltering. "Let me know who's fucking you."
"Sukuna," you moaned, his name a prayer on your lips. "Sukuna, please..."
"Please what?" he grunted, leaning over you, his chest pressing against your back. His teeth found the back of your neck, biting down hard enough to leave another mark. "Please let you come? Is that what you want?"
You could only nod, your ability to speak completely gone.
"Beg for it," he commanded, his thrusts becoming even harder, more erratic. "Beg me to fill you up."
The words, raw and filthy, spilled from your lips without thought. "Please, Sukuna. Please fill me up. I want it. I want you to come inside me."
That was all it took. With a guttural groan, he slammed into you one last time, his cock twitching as he spilled himself deep inside you. The feeling of his hot release flooding you was enough to send you over the edge, your own orgasm crashing over you in a blinding wave of pleasure.
Your muscles clenched around him, milking him for every last drop as he continued to rock into you, drawing out both of your releases. For a moment, the only sound in the room was your combined, ragged breathing. The party downstairs seemed a world away, its muffled beat a distant, irrelevant echo.
He collapsed against you, his weight heavy and grounding, his forehead resting between your shoulder blades. You could feel his heart hammering against your back, a frantic rhythm that was slowly starting to calm. He stayed inside you, a possessive, intimate connection that spoke volumes more than words ever could. You could feel the warmth of his release spreading, a liquid claim that made a fresh, softer wave of pleasure roll through you.
"Mine," he muttered against your skin, the word a low, possessive rumble. It wasn't a question. It was a statement of fact, as undeniable as the marks he'd left on your neck and breasts.
He finally pulled out, and the loss was immediate and sharp. You felt the trickle of his cum escape, sliding down your thigh. Before you could even process it, he was flipping you over again, his hands surprisingly gentle as he maneuvered you onto your back. He loomed over you, his dark eyes still burning with that intense, jealous fire, but now it was mingled with something else, something softer, more sated.
He looked down at you, at your flushed skin and the bite marks blooming on your flesh. A flicker of satisfaction crossed his face. He leaned down, not to kiss you, but to trace the teeth marks on your breast with his tongue. The gesture was strangely tender, a stark contrast to the roughness of moments before.
"You look good like this," he said, his voice a low murmur. "Marked up. Fucked out. All mine."
You didn't have the energy to argue, even if you wanted to. Your limbs felt like lead, your body thrumming with a pleasant, bone-deep ache. You just watched him, your breath still coming in shallow pants. He shifted, moving to lie beside you, propping his head up on his hand to look at you properly. He reached out, his fingers tracing the line of your jaw, then down your throat to the dark hickey on your neck.
"He'll see this," Sukuna said, his thumb stroking the mark. "Gojo. He'll see it tomorrow and know exactly what it means."
A part of you, the part that had been enjoying the attention downstairs, should have been annoyed. But lying here, in the aftermath of his possessive fury, you couldn't find it in you to care. There was something thrilling about being the object of his jealousy, about being wanted so fiercely.
"Maybe I'll just wear my hair up tomorrow," you found yourself saying, a small, challenging smile playing on your lips.
His eyes narrowed, the softness in them hardening instantly. "Don't fucking push me," he warned, but there was no real heat in his voice. It was more like a weary acceptance of your nature. He knew you. He knew you liked to play with fire, and he was always more than happy to burn you with it.
He leaned down and finally kissed you, a proper kiss this time. It was slow and deep, a thorough exploration that tasted of him and you and sex. It was a claiming, but a different kind. It wasn't about punishment anymore; it was about reaffirmation.
"You drive me insane," he murmured against your lips. "You know that, right?"
"The feeling's mutual," you replied, your voice still breathy.
He kissed you again, his hand sliding down your body, over your stomach and between your legs. His fingers slid through the mess there, the combined slickness of your arousal and his release. He watched your face as he did it, his gaze intense.
"So messy," he said, but he sounded pleased about it. "I like it. I like knowing I'm dripping out of you." He pushed two fingers back inside you, and you gasped at the sudden, intimate intrusion. He curled them, pressing against that sensitive spot, and your back arched off the bed. "Think you can take more?"
You could only nod, your body already responding, waking up again under his skilled touch. He worked you slowly, methodically, building the pleasure back up from a simmer to a boil. It was a different kind of torture this time, a patient, deliberate one. He was in no rush. He had all night to remind you exactly who you belonged to.
He shifted, moving down the bed until he was settled between your thighs again. He looked up at you from his position, a wicked glint in his eyes. "Let's clean you up," he said, before lowering his head and licking a broad stripe up your slit.
The sensation was electric. You cried out, your hands flying to his hair, your fingers tangling in the pink strands. He ate you out with a renewed hunger, his tongue delving into you, tasting you both. It was filthy and intimate and so incredibly hot. He lapped at your clit, sucking it into his mouth, his fingers still working inside you, stretching you, preparing you.
He was building you towards another peak, and this time, he didn't stop. He didn't tease. He pushed you relentlessly, his mouth and fingers working in perfect, sinful harmony until you were shaking, your thighs clamping around his head as you came with a sharp, broken cry. Your vision went white, your body convulsing with the force of it.
He didn't let up, drawing out your orgasm until you were a whimpering, oversensitive mess. Only then did he pull back, his face glistening. He crawled back up your body, his expression smug and triumphant.
"Taste that?" he asked, leaning down to kiss you again, letting you taste yourself and him on his tongue. "That's us. That's what you are when you're with me."
You were boneless, pliant, completely at his mercy. He could have done anything to you in that moment, and you would have let him. He seemed to know it, too. He settled between your legs again, his already hard cock nudging at your entrance.
"One more time," he said, his voice a low promise. "I'm going to fuck you full of me again. And when I'm done, you're not going to be able to think about anyone else for a week."
He pushed into you, and this time, the slide was easy, your body welcoming him in. He filled you completely, a perfect, aching stretch. He started to move, his thrusts slow and deep, grinding against you. It wasn't the frantic, punishing pace from before. This was something more deliberate, more thorough. He was taking his time, savoring the feel of you, imprinting himself on your very soul.
He hooked your legs over his arms, folding you nearly in half, changing the angle so he was impossibly deep. Each thrust hit your cervix, a dull, pleasurable ache that was quickly building into something more.
"You feel that?" he grunted, his rhythm steady and unrelenting. "That's me. All the way inside you. Where no one else gets to go."
You could only moan in response, your hands clutching at his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin. He was right. In this moment, there was no one else. No Gojo, no party, no world outside of this room. There was only him, and the way he was making you feel.
He reached down, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing slow, firm circles. The added stimulation was enough to send you hurtling towards the edge again. Your body tensed, your muscles tightening as the pleasure coiled in your belly, hot and tight.
"That's it," he encouraged, his voice strained. "Come for me again. Let me feel it."
His words were your undoing. You shattered, your orgasm tearing through you with an intensity that left you breathless. Your inner walls clenched around him, and he groaned, his own control finally snapping. He slammed into you, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own release.
"Fuck," he gritted out, his head thrown back. "Take it. All of it."
He came with a deep, guttural groan, his cock pulsing as he spilled himself inside you for the second time. He collapsed on top of you, his body shaking with the force of his release, and you held him, your limbs wrapped around him, both of you completely spent.
You lay there for a long time, a tangled, sweaty mess, the only sound your slowly steadying breaths. The bass from the party downstairs had finally stopped, the house falling silent. He was still inside you, a warm, heavy weight that you were reluctant to lose.
He eventually stirred, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder before carefully pulling out. He rolled onto his side, gathering you into his arms and pulling you against his chest. You rested your head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.
"You're an idiot, you know that?" he said, his voice a low rumble against your ear. There was no malice in it, just a familiar, exasperated affection.
"Look who's talking," you mumbled back, your eyes already drifting closed.
He chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest. He pulled the blanket over both of you, tucking you in. "Stay tonight," he said, not a question, but a quiet command.
You were too tired to argue, too comfortable in his arms. You just nodded, letting yourself drift off into a sated sleep, knowing that tomorrow
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Purposely making your boyfriend jealous has its perks and its downsides. First perk—well he fucks you like he hates you. Pins you down beneath him, pushes your knees up towards your head. Doesn’t take a breath when folding you into the meanest mating press, all the while his cock plummets your sweet insides.
Downside? Once he starts fucking you, he doesn’t let up until you’re begging for it. After thirty minutes of him pinning you down, and you being pinned against the mattress, you’d both long since drowned out the sound of the headboard hitting the wall. Which was constant thump’ thump’ alongside every thrust. His low grunts were accompanied by the desperation that tainted each plea, and every moan that left your lips.
“Oh my god—mmh! I-it’s too much—“
Your hands pushed out against his chest, trying to shove him away. As expected he didn’t let that slide. “What did I tell you about pushing me away?” He growls, body sticky with sweat. He reels his hips back, and takes ahold of your wrists, pinning them above your head before slamming his hips forward.
With every thrust you could hear the way his hips smacked against yours. You were a mess above and below with the way his cock disappeared in and out of your messy cunt. Soaked cunt leaving a milky white ring around the base of his cock, with thrusts that left your brain feeling fuzzy each time he kissed your cervix.
Leaving the nastiest lil’ smooches. You felt dizzy and weak beneath him, but you should’ve known that an escape from his brutal thrusts would not be likely. Especially with the way he had your belly bulging from how deep he was.
Every inch of his cock that he bullied into you had you stammering out plea after pathetic plea, “Please—mm’ sorry—can’t t-take it anymore!” Eyes rolling into the depts of your skull when he grinds his hips deep against your sweet spot, punishing you for even having the audacity.
“Don’t say that baby, yes you can. If you can flaunt your ass, you can take a couple inches of dick, right?”
A pitful cry spilled past your lips in response to his words, because it wasn’t like he was packing three inches—this man was packing a whole whopping eight and a half inches. He was thick, from tip to base, pink mushroom tip stretching you apart in all the right ways. You wanted to curse him, but all you could manage to do was shake your head no—then shake your head yes, because you had no idea what to think.
Then again he had an idea that his cock was doing something right.
A smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth, hearing the shlick’ shlick’ of your cunt as you swallowed up his cock like it was nothing. He slowed his thrusts to let you feel every single ridge, every vein and every kiss he gave your sweet spot. He felt your body tense up, the way your walls tightened around him. Creamy pre connecting him to your sweetest places.
“You’re such a fucking slut,” he hissed, releasing your wrists to thumb at your clit. He began rubbing in quick tight circles, once he moved his hips faster again. “Whining about it being too much and still sucking me in like you can’t get enough.”
“I’m sorry—“
He snickers roughly, muscles flexing as he leans a little further over your body. Taking in the way your jaw goes slack with a silent scream. “You’re such a sweet little brat when you want to be.”
“What are you sorry for, princess?”
He purposefully changes the angle of his thrusts when you try to speak. Angling deeper, thrusts becoming meaner with every helpless moan that escapes your lips. He plays you like a fiddle, teases your clit, pinches it gently when your walls start fluttering. He rocks his hips forward when you cry out—again, and then again because he likes the fucked out expression you make.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought. Maybe you aren’t sorry, if you were sorry you’d try a little harder to get the words out, wouldn’t you?”
When he unexpectedly pulls out, he doesn’t even give you the chance to express disappointment before he’s flipping you over onto your stomach. Your hand catches the front of the wooden headboard before your head can slam into it just as he’s sheathing himself back inside you with a particularly jaw dropping thrust.
He pulls your thighs apart, pushes down on your head until the arch of your spine is so deep it almost aches. At the same time he drives his hips forward with a grunt. You clench around him with a soft whimper, hips jerking against.
“That’s it baby, bring your hips back. Justtt like that—ffuckk,” he moans with a shaky breath, as you rock your hips back against him he holds you steady with one hand on the side of your hip. Helping you move in unison with the pace he’s already set. “You’re takin’ it so well angel, such a good girl.”
The current position he has you in has him hitting all the spots that make you weak, deep, mean thrusts that has his cock all in your stomach. Every thrust pulls a broken mewl from your throat, jaw going slack. Drool escaping from the corner of your mouth to soak into the sheets.
An orgasm builds quick, unreasonable quick, and the knot in your lower belly tightens and twists until you’re writhing beneath him. Your cries become louder with every thrust. He notices immediately, and with a smirk he leans over your back.
Thick cock covered in a sticky mess of translucent as he moves in and out of your fluttering cunt. You’re a mess, dripping around him, his balls and onto the sheets below.
“I bet you regret taunting me now, don’t you?” His lips brush against your ear, and a moan tumbles past your lips when he nips the lobe.
“Yes! mmh—wan—d-do it again! I’m sorrry—“
“Awn,” he coos mockingly, leaning back, pulling you up by your hair until you’re pressed flushed to his chest. Giving him damning access to pound away at your sweet spot. “Does the pretty slut want to cum all over my cock?” He smiles, amused when you start shaking and sobbing from the overstimulation.
“I d-do! I need to cum—“
“Oh?”
His hand finds your belly, and he slips it down towards your lower belly to press against the bulge of his dick inside you.
“That’s too fucking bad,” his free hand grabs your throat, roughly pulling your head back against his shoulder while still fucking into you.
“Should’ve thought about that before making me jealous.”
“But—mmh! Ah—sworry!”
“Sworry?” He grins, eyes gleaming when he mocks you in your own extremely high pitched voice.
“You need to be thought some manners. Do you seriously think you deserve to cum after what you did? I’m going to fuck you until you pass out, and even then I won’t stop.”
The words sound daunting, but with the way he’s smushed against your cervix you can’t think past the pleasure. If you’d could think you’d probably find someway to regret your pior actions, but with the way he’s fucking you there’s just no way you’ll be able to ignore how good his cock feels.
Your vision whites out, a soundless scream escapes your throat as you cum around him. He feels it, the way your body locks with tension, the flutter of your pussy around his cock when he comes to an abrupt stop.
“What the fuck?”
God. You’re in for it now.
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