𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘴 ও

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you spread your legs for him earlier, so how come it feels more embarrassing now?

"what's wrong? earlier, you were begging for more, now you can't even look at me while im taking care of you?"

nope. you couldn't even bear to look at him with raw vulnerability as he worked you out down there.

satoru was positioned between your thighs, opening your folds with two fingers as he applied the balm with his other hand. his touch was light, almost clinical as it ran over your inner labia. the skin he spent all night ravaging was now getting taken care of.

"it's just skin, baby. there's nothing you haven't already shown me a dozen times tonight."

a low hum escaped his lips as he dipped his thumb in the balm, bringing it back to your vulva as he rubbed it on your swollen clit. the clit he spanked over and over, completely fraying its nerves.

"no..its not—," you choked on your breath, shaking your head. "its not really..just skin.."

when he pulled back your clit hood and used his thumb to apply a gentle, cooling swipe on the direct bud, you realized your weak protests meant nothing. useless whimpers and whines fell on deaf ears.

he stilled his movements for a moment before stroking again.

"i know its not," he whispered, his voice dropping an octave. "that's why you're acting like this, isn't it?"

you didn't have an answer. not when you were completely exposed to him in the most intimate and vulnerable way ever.

both of his elbows kept your thighs open to make sure he could see every part of you, every part of the flesh he had been shown tonight. your clit was an angry red beneath this thumb, still throbbing and twitching from every light touch. your inner labia were completely chafed by the brutal friction of his cock, the skin raw and glistening in the substance of the balm.

a deep sigh escaped him, a small pout tugged on his lips when he realized how rough he may have been. it was a repeated motion—dip his thumb in the balm, apply it on your vulva.

when the pad of his thumb smoothed the crimson part of your inner fold, your thighs trembled and clamped from the touch despite how careful it was.

"nope. absolutely not."

his voice wasn't angry, but it had the same authority he used when around others. before you could full close up, he pushed his elbows deeper on your thighs, applying just enough pressure to keep them wide open.

"don't close up. if i don't fix this now, you're gonna complain tomorrow about how much it stings."

the sight of satoru casually applying vulva balm in the area between your thighs was infinitely more embarrassing than him pounding like a beast inside you.

this was softer, more careful compared to the aggressive sex you had earlier. this wasn't the side of satoru you were usually exposed to, therefore every touch felt like a blow to your ego. not because he was softening up, but because you felt like a baby getting a bandaid on a boo boo.

in this situation, there was no move or retort you could say that could switch the power dynamic.

"remind me why you're doing this again?" your tone was seasoned with a pinch of sassiness beneath the fluster.

satoru looked up at you. he watched the way you rolled your eyes and dreadfully dragging your hands down your face, admiring the sight of you so helpless beneath him.

he couldn't help but let out a genuine chuckle at your usual attitude. "because you're mine..thats why."

his touch became softer, slower, more deliberate as he massaged the balm in, ensuring the substance absorbed in your irritated skin.

"and who else is going to handle you when you get like this? you'd probably try to walk off the soreness and end up face planting in the middle of the hallway." he added, a small smirk tugging on his lips.

"but i'm independent, aren't i? i'm a grown woman and you're treating me like a baby."

the fire in his eyes started to return as you retorted. his thumb moved idly and slowly like all his attention came back to your words.

"sweetheart, you were begging for me to ruin you ten minutes ago. i don't think 'independent' was exactly the word coming out of your mouth when you were wrapped around me."

he opened your folds, checking that he treated all the spots he ruined. then he leaned forward to place a tender kiss on your temple.

"you're a grown woman, yeah," he continued. "but even grown women need someone to clean up the mess they make."

"you're the one who made me a mess. is that my responsibility?"

satoru froze. he watched the way your eyes narrowed when you looked at him, defensive and fierce.

a slow grin spread across across his face.

"fuck, you're good." he breathed out, his voice rough with amusement. "technically.. no. it's not your responsibility to clean up after me. but i'm not asking you to take responsibility, baby. i'm telling you i'm taking it."

the humiliating, ego-bruising balm session finally ended. he crawled forward, draping a heavy arm over your waist as he dropped on the bed next to you.

"that's the difference between us," he murmured. his gaze was noticeably softer, tracing the shape of your lips. "you think this is about who's in charge or who owes what. but when i fuck you, i ruin you. the mess, the soreness, the way you can't even stand tomorrow? thats all mine. and since it's mine, i'm going to be the one to fix it."

right.

the tight knot of embarrassment in your stomach was replaced by the soft flutter of butterflies. despite how obnoxious this man could be, he always had a way to remind you that he wasn't as irresponsible as he displayed.

with you, he had the chance to strip away all the armor he wore to protect the parts of him that stayed reserved strictly for you.

vulnerability was so often viewed as a weakness. but watching him rest his head against your shoulder, you wondered if it was actually the absolute purest way to love someone.

"then have me," you whispered, feeling the heaviness of sleep pull you under. "have all of me."

.

.

.

the dialogue def might be the strongest part of my piece. after multiple daydreaming sessions in my life and creating fake conversations, it led up to this.

𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄!

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: don't challenge your pro hero husband to a "play fight" unless you want that pussy beat up!

𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐲: nsfw. fem!reader.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: fake sparring. manhandling. he's beefy 'n has a soda can sized cock. dry humping. sexual use of binding cloth. rough sex. unprotected sex. neck kisses. light choking. creampie. dirty talk. he's so pussydrunk and whipped for his wife!

jokingly asking aizawa to spar with you after an exhausting patrol shift didn't just incapacitate you for one night. it was a turning point in your sex life - a foolish decision on your part that had you endure the hardest pussy pounding you never knew you needed.

"i'm wide open, sweetheart. i'll give you a free hit." the countless scars on his broad, toned chest scream experienced and lethal combat expert. "come at me." rarely had you witnessed aizawa in a real fight, as he made it very clear you were to stay away from the underground or any villain hotspots.

through the walls came the muffled sounds of conversation. you could hear toji grumbling under his breath about something, his low voice carrying through the halls before it abruptly gave way to a rough, booming laugh. whatever had annoyed him clearly hadn't lasted long. tsumiki's lighthearted voice followed almost immediately, and then came the soft, affectionate laughter of megumi's mom.

together, their voices blended into a comforting hum that made the whole place feel warm and full of life.

i mean, after being apart for so long, what parent wouldn't be happy to see their kids back home from college?

the only person missing? megumi fushiguro. and where was he? upstairs in his room.. with you. in his defense, though, he'd already spent the entire week catching up with his family. now, as far as he was concerned, it was time to spend some quality time with his girlfriend.

the air in his bedroom was thick with a tension that felt both fragile and heavy. downstairs, the muffled sounds of the fushiguro household, the clatter of plates and the low rumble of conversation continued, serving as a dangerous backdrop to the illicit act happening right now on his bed.

you were sprawled back against his cold pillows, your legs draped over his shoulders, exposing every inch of your cunt to him. because of megumi’s low sex drive, these moments were rare. he didn't crave sex with the urgency others did, and the gaps between your intimate encounters were often long enough that you almost forgot the sheer, devastating skill he possessed with his tongue.

though right now, you were remembering quite well.

"mmmh... what if tsumiki walks in?" you muttered, watching him through half lidded eyes before letting your head fall back against his pillows with a small sound escaping from your lips.

“she won’t.”

“your— hah! your dad?”

he opened his eyes just enough to meet your gaze, his slightly furrowed brows and narrowed eyes sending a silent warning your way; the silent equivalent of telling you to drop it. you got the message immediately and decided not to push your luck.

megumi was focused, his dark hair falling forward as he pressed his face against your folds for the third time that evening. he started slow, his tongue tracing a wet, deliberate line from the very bottom of your entrance, dragging upward through your slickness until he reached your clit. he didn't slurp or make loud, messy noises, instead, he used a firm, rhythmic pressure, sucking your swollen nub into his mouth with a precision that made your hips jerk involuntarily.

as he worked, his hands subconsciously began rubbing your thighs, his palms sliding up and down the soft skin of the back of your thighs in a slow, grounding motion.

a sharp gasp escaped your lips, echoing too loudly in the quiet room.

megumi paused, glancing up at you with those piercing eyes, his voice a low, warning velvet. "quiet down," he breathed, his breath hot against your skin, and pressed a small kiss to your folds. "they’ll hear you."

"i can't help it.." you whimpered, your fingers digging into the sheets. "megs, please— you know exactly what you're doing!"

"do i?" he murmured, pressing his mouth deeper into your pussy, letting out a low, vibrating hum that echoed through your entire pelvic floor. though, the sound was muffled by your flesh.

"forget how good you taste.. you're so sweet."

the admission only made your heart race more. you reached down, your fingers brushing through his dark spikes. "remember now?"

"hard to forget in the first place," he whispered, his voice vibrating against your clit. "you’re so wet for me, pretty..”

he leaned back in, but this time he was more methodical. he used his tongue to lap at your entrance, swirling in slow, heavy circles that made you feel like you were melting into the mattress. every time you tried to moan, megumi would increase the suction on your clit, effectively stealing the sound from your throat.

"oooh, fffuck— just like that! yeah—" you gasped.

his hands gripped your thighs tighter, pulling you closer to his face. "yeah? tell me how it feels."

"it feels.. too much," you squeaked out, your voice a strained whisper. "it feels incredible though— don't stop, please don't stop!"

megumi pulled back slowly, and as he retreated, a thick string of saliva remained connected, stretching from his lower lip to your dripping cunt for a heartbeat before it finally snapped. the sight was visceral and raw, sending a jolt of pure heat straight to your core.

before you could recover, he gathered a pool of spit in his mouth and spat directly onto your pussy, the wet glob glistening against your pink flesh. he followed it immediately with one long, slow lick that swept from your hole all the way to the top, coating you in his warmth.

you let out a choked moan, your mind racing. god, that was so erotic, you thought, your heart hammering against your ribs.

he wasted no time in burying his face back into you, but this time it was more aggressive, almost as if he were making out with your cunt. using his lips to seal around you, his tongue swirled and flicked with a relentless pace that pushed you toward the edge. he knew exactly where to press, exactly how much suction to apply to make your vision blur and toes curl.

"you’re so tight," he mumbled against your skin, his voice thick. "maybe i needa fuck you more, mmm?"

"it’s ’cause you're— you're too good at it," you managed to choke out, your hips beginning to buck.

“am i, now?”

“mmmh!”

as the pressure built, the world outside the room ceased to exist. you were spiraling, the warmth of his tongue against your clit becoming an unbearable pleasure.

your hand quickly darted out, fingers tangling firmly in his dark hair, and you pushed him deeper into your cunt, forcing his face flush against you. subconsciously, you parted your thighs wider, opening yourself completely to him. and your toes curled tight, your back arching off the pillows as the orgasm finally crashed over you in violent, pulsing waves.

through the haze of your climax, you felt megumi stop moving his tongue, but he didn't pull away. he stayed right there, his face pressed into your soaking wetness, staring up at you. he watched your expression, watching the way your eyes rolled back and your chest heaved, witnessing every second of your release without breaking eye contact. to him, you looked unbelievably beautiful like this.

as the tremors began to subside and you looked back down at him, he didn't move. he just let out a soft, huffed breath and smiled faintly against your pussy, a rare, intimate expression of affection, before closing his eyes and savoring the scent and taste of you.

"feels good?" he murmured, his voice vibrating against your clit.

you couldn't even form a coherent thought. your brain was mush, your body humming with afterglow. all you could manage was a broken, breathless murmur. "megsss.. please don’t stop—”

the moment was shattered by three heavy, rhythmic knocks against the bedroom door.

"oi, megumi," toji’s gruff voice boomed from the hallway, sounding impatient. "stop brooding in your room and get downstairs for dinner. now. you and your little girlfriend, both."

megumi groaned at the sound of his voice and stiffened, finally pulling away with a wet pop. he sat back on his heels, wiping a stray drop of your juices from his lip with the back of his hand, looking entirely unfazed while you lay there trembling and completely undone.

"coming," he called back, his voice returning to its usual raspiness, though the glint in his eyes told you he knew exactly how much he'd just ruined you.

“can you sit on my dick after dinner? please?”

cockwarming drabble dropping soon fellas 🥳🥳🥳 jk……unless….. also im thinking abt writing for kashimo. does anyone fw that???? him have a tongue piercing??? i keep thinking abt that nerd armin fanart 🤤🤤🤤

♯ looks like everyone else is running a little late for dinner.. oh well! guess that leaves you alone with toge inumaki. surely nothing could go wrong, right? twt link

the living room was quiet, save for the occasional chime of notifications from their phones.

you were sprawled out comfortably, lying on your stomach with your hips resting right across inumaki’s lap. it was a familiar, cozy position, and you were completely absorbed in your screen, scrolling through a group chat with the others who were supposed to arrive for dinner any minute.

inumaki, however, wasn't nearly as focused on his phone. he held the device in one hand, but his gaze kept drifting downward. and to what you may ask?

well, from his vantage point, the hem of your skirt had ridden up, leaving the soft curve of your ass exposed and tantalizingly close. he swallowed hard, his throat tight behind the high collar of his uniform. he shifted slightly, the friction of your body against his thighs sending a jolt of heat straight to his dick.

just as you started to shift, preparing to roll over and ask him if he thought the others were running late, you felt it.

a warm, broad palm slid beneath the fabric of your skirt, pressing firmly against the center of your panties. you froze, your breath hitching in your throat.

"toge?" you gasped, your voice laced with surprise.

he didn't answer with words (duh, inumaki’s a cursed speech user dumbass). instead, he let out a low, affirmative hum, his fingers beginning to rub slow, deliberate circles over your clit through the thin lace. the sensation was electric, catching you completely off guard. you tried to push yourself up, but inumaki’s other hand came down firmly on the small of your back, pinning you down against his lap.

his eyes flicked toward the front door in a swift, practiced motion, checking that the lock was still in place and no one lingered in the hallway. once he was certain you both were alone, a newfound urgency crept into every movement. he wasted no time in reaching under the waistband of your panties, hooking his fingers into the fabric and sliding them down and away, leaving you completely exposed to the cool air of the room and the heat of his touch.

"oh god— really? right here?" you breathed, your face flushing a deep crimson. "toge, someone could walk in."

inumaki just responded with a soft, playful huff, his eyes shimmering with a mix of mischief and need.

"okaka,” he gave a small, indifferent shrug, lips barely twitching.

he used his hand to spread your thighs wider, opening you up completely, and you couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed by the vulnerable position you were right now. though, he didn't waste another second, splaying his entire hand and pressing his palm flat against your soaking wet cunt. he groaned a little by how wet you already were and began to rub you with all four fingers, sliding them in a broad, sweeping motion across your clit and your sensitive folds, circling it with a pressure that made your toes curl.

"mmmh.. right there.. good boy," you sighed, arching your back and pressing your heat deeper into his palm. "toge, that feels.. so good.."

he hummed again, a vibration you could feel against your hip, and then he pushed. one finger slid inside you, followed immediately by a second. he didn't stop at the entrance, no, he drove them deep, burying both fingers all the way to his knuckles in one fluid motion.

"oh my god! shit!" you cried out, a loud, unrestrained moan escaping your lips. the sudden fullness was overwhelming, hitting that soft spot inside of you with a precision that made your vision blur. "toge— mmmh! couldn’t you have warned me?!"

a barely perceptible stiffness settled into inumaki’s frame. you didn't notice, not with how fleeting it was, but the noise had shattered the lounge's silence, far louder than it had any right to be. his violet eyes flicked towards the door as he imagined their friends walking in on this scene. well, he couldn't tell you to be quiet in his normal voice without risking a catastrophic command, but he had no choice. he didn’t want to get taunted by his friends for this. not again.

he leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear, and whispered a single, focused command.

"be quiet."

the power of the cursed speech hit you like a physical weight. suddenly, your vocal cords felt locked, the loud moans dying in your throat. you tried to gasp, to tell him how good it felt, but all that came out were soft, pathetic whimpers and shallow breaths.

inumaki seemed satisfied with the silence and began to pump his fingers in and out of you, the rhythm fast and relentless. he hooked his fingers upward, scraping against the sensitive walls of your cunt, mimicking the motion of a dick. his dick. well, he wished it was.

"mmmph— ttt— haaa!—" you whimpered, squirming in his lap. your hands clenched the couch cushions so tightly your knuckles turned stark white, your nails threatening to pierce the fabric, as you chased the orgasm he was building inside you.

he let out a small sound, a soft 'salmon', as he felt your internal muscles clenching tightly around his fingers. knowing you were close, he increased the pace, his thumb grinding harshly against your clit while his fingers continued to hammer deep into your core.

you were shaking now, your entire body vibrating with the effort of trying to scream through the curse. you could only let out high-pitched, muffled whines, your hips bucking wildly against him as you finally peaked, your walls pulsing rhythmically around his hand in a crushing, wet release.

inumaki, however, didn't stop until you had completely gone limp, your breath coming in ragged gasps. he slowly withdrew his fingers with a wet pop and reached for the tissue box at the center of the coffee table, cleaning you up with a tenderness that contrasted the aggression of the last few minutes.

as the initial waves of your orgasm subsided, you remained draped across his lap, your body still humming with residual electricity. the silence of the room felt heavy, charged with the scent of your arousal and the lingering weight of his command.

“bonito flakes.”

"hmmm?" you hummed, your eyelids falling shut with a slow flutter, your mind still wrapped in a lingering haze, “wha?”

“suck my dick.”

this was lowk short asf plz don’t slime me out 😭😭😭😭 also why are there little to no fics of this freak!!! and i PROMISE ill get back to my bff megumi fics just let ya boy write a bit of angst first…..

1.2k words, quick read 𝑓𝑡. byf!toru ( +18 )

Satoru tossed and turned for the fifteenth time in ten minutes. The mattress groaned under him, and honestly, so did you.

"If you don't anchor your ass down in the next two seconds, I’m sleeping on the couch," you muttered into your pillow, your voice thick with sleep and irritated as hell. Your acrylics clicked against your phone screen as you checked the time. 3:42 AM. Fantastic.

Satoru flopped onto his back, sighing like he’d just run a marathon instead of just lying in a climate-controlled room. He rolled over, propping his chin on your shoulder, his hair poking you right in the cheek.

"I can't sleep, babe. It’s a medical emergency at this point," he whined, his voice doing that annoying, high-pitched drag he used whenever he wanted something. "My brain is literally frying. You gotta help me out."

"Go count sheep or something, Satoru. Or better yet, go do some push-ups in the living room till you pass out." You shoved his face away, but he just slid right back, wrapping a heavy arm around your waist and pulling you against him.

"Sheep are boring. Plus, I have a way better solution," he said, a slow, cocky grin spreading across his face even in the dark. He gave your hip a suggestive nudge, flipping effortlessly onto his back and dragging you right along with him until you were sprawled over his chest. "Come on. Just a quick cockwarm. Just climb up and park it so I can drift off. You don't even have to do any work. Just lay on me and look pretty."

You let out a long, exhausted groan, staring down at his stupidly handsome face. "Are you for real right now? It is almost four in the morning and you’re tryna use me like a heated blanket?"

"I mean, you are warm," he teased, his hands sliding down to grip your hips, guiding you up his torso. "And you love me. And I’ll literally buy you those shoes you were barking at on Instagram earlier. The ugly ones with the spikes."

"They are not ugly, they're archive fashion, you uncultured brain," you snapped, though your defense lacked any real venom because, honestly, the shoes were expensive. You sighed, rolling your eyes. "Fine. Whatever. But if you start doing too much and wake me up completely, I’m biting you."

"Deal. You’re the best, seriously, a literal angel," Satoru cheered, already shifting beneath you and tugging his sweatpants down with zero shame.

He didn't waste any time. His hands stayed firmly on your hips, helping you lift yourself just enough to line things up before his fingers hooked into the fabric of your panties, pushing the lace firmly to the side so he could slide smoothly inside you. The sudden fullness made you catch your breath for a second, your hands coming down to rest on his broad chest for balance. You slumped forward, letting your forehead rest right against his shoulder.

"Uuugh, fuck," Satoru muttered, his arms immediately wrapping around your back, locking you against him. He let out a long, shaky breath, all that restless energy he’d been carrying for the last hour suddenly evaporating the second you completely enclosed him. He didn't move, didn't try to lift his hips, he just stayed perfectly still, letting out a deep, contented sigh that vibrated right through your chest. "See? Perfect. I'm already curing my insomnia."

"Mmm.. wrap it up," you mumbled, adjusting your legs so you were comfortably straddling his thighs, completely deadweight on top of him. Your nails lightly scratched at the skin of his chest, mostly just out of habit to keep him settled. "If you start twitching or doing that weird leg-shake thing you do when you dream, I’m getting off."

"I don't twitch," he mumbled, his voice already dropping an octave, thick with growing drowsiness. He tightened his hold around your waist, burying his face in your hair, his breathing already starting to slow down. One of his hands moved in a lazy, comforting circle on your lower back. "You're soft."

"I know that," you replied, closing your eyes and finally feeling the pull of sleep yourself now that he was anchored and quiet. "Don't forget the shoes."

"Mmm. Spiky shoes. Got it," he slurred.

Within five minutes, his breathing completely evened out, turning into heavy, rhythmic thuds beneath you. He was completely dead to the world, holding you secure against him while he snored softly into your neck. You gave a small, half-annoyed huff, melting completely into his chest, and finally fell asleep with his cock buried inside you.

᭡ kali’s notes ⸻ I’ve been thinking about writing about cockwarming for a while now… I’m just experimenting tbh guys, but yeah hope y’all enjoyed it ?? mwahh !

you swear you’d never end up here.

you swear on your GPA, your future, and your last remaining brain cell that you would never hook up with a frat boy. never. especially not satoru gojo.

yet here you are, in his messy room that looks like the last time he did laundry was during the obama administration, staring at six-foot-four of naked, insanely sculpted frat boy while he stands there like a proud exhibit at the penis museum.

his body is ridiculous. broad shoulders tapering into a narrow waist, every muscle carved from years of whatever sports he plays when he isn’t throwing ragers. pale skin that somehow still looks sun-kissed across his chest and shoulders, faint tan lines from sleeveless practice jerseys. a happy trail of soft white hair leads down from his abs—abs you could spend hours running your tongue over—straight to the main event.

and god… the main event.

thick, heavy, and already flushed dark at the tip, it curves slightly upward with an intimidating girth that makes your stomach flip. it bobs as he shifts his weight, veins standing out along the shaft.

“that,” you say, “is never gonna fit.”

satoru’s snowy white hair falls messily over his forehead as he grins, those bright blue eyes sparkling. “nah, it’ll fit. i’ll make it fit.” he wraps a large hand around himself, giving one slow stroke that makes your mouth go dry. “trust me.”

“it’s not gonna fit. this thing is massive. like… i’m actually concerned for my internal organs.”

“uhm. thanks?” he looks stupidly pleased, a faint blush creeping up his neck. the cocky frat boy actually blushes at the compliment. it is almost endearing.

almost.

Loving Yūji comes with a package deal you don't necessarily know how to deal with. Granted, you've loved him first before this whole ordeal even happened — it still is a matter of when and never an if, per se, when it comes to his special situation. 

"So tight, baby," Yūji says between sucking his breath. He's not quite sure whether to ram and go at a harsher pace or let you adjust to his girth first. His control is being tested too much right now. "Even after all that." 

You moan his name in praise before you lock your legs around his waist and pull yourself closer to him, effectively shutting him up from keeping things slow. You've always wanted things rougher, something that Yūji loves about you (but even then, he still wishes to take his time). 

"Oh s-shit, baby!" Yūji would've let his eyes roll back if he wasn't focused on keeping his entire weight off of you. "F-Fuck!"

"H-Harder, Yūji," you beg him, "please."

Yūji doesn't need to be told twice. He grabs hold of your thighs roughly and pounds into you like an animal in heat. You arch your back further for more, and he gives in. 

"So good, baby," Yūji drools, "so, so good. Oh my — fuck!" 

Just as you are coming down with your first orgasm, another voice pierces through the solidity of the air and breaks it easily as if he had done this countless times before. 

"Enchain." 

Suddenly you are flipped on your hands and knees. Your hair has been forcibly fisted and yanked until your head is pulled back enough to see your lover covered in tattoos, and a vitriol laugh teases your ears. 

"Y-Yū —" 

"Brat's not here," Sukuna's voice deeply rumbles against your skin. 

This is the first time he's ever made his presence known to you. You've heard stories of how Sukuna would pop on Yūji's cheek or his hands whenever he's got something to say (especially towards your sensei and Megumi), but not once has he ever manifested and break through Yūji's control — and right in the middle of fucking, too. 

"Heh," he yanks you further until you can see his eyes gazing heatedly at yours, "pussy so good, my own vessel lost control. Let's see if you do live up to that expectation."

Then he slams your head against the pillow and fucks you senseless. It's wrong . . . to even feel how fucking good it is to be brutally pounded. 

Yet, here you are in the mercy of a sadistic curse, cackling like a bastard that he is. 

Sukuna had you spread out for him, as he continues to ram his cock up inside of you. One of his hands kneads your ass mockingly before he slaps each cheek hard. 

Your teeth bite into the soft fabric of the pillow, muffling your screams lest you want Megumi to hear you at the other side of the room. At this point, Sukuna slapping you might've really been a dead giveaway. 

"Y-Yūji —"

"My name, brat —"

"—Y-Yūji, Y-Yū—"

"— I said my name." He slaps your sloppily wet clit. 

You arch your back unknowingly to the sensation, and before you could have thought twice about it, your body yields and your mouth muddles the name, "S-Sukuna!"

"Good." He mutters darkly, "Good girl."

He fondles your breasts next. Then his tongue laps to the outline of your spine and back up to your neck, where he marks you. His canines have sunk into your skin so deeply, he can taste your blood, and that further fuels him into a mess of moans and praise as if he's drunk on an aphrodisiac. 

"Again." He orders you. "My name. Only." 

"Sukuna," you say. "Sukuna! Sukuna! Sukuna! F-Fuck, I —" 

"That's it."

The first of your orgasms comes to you like a torrent. It's harsh and unforgiving, much like how Sukuna doesn't even stop fucking you even as you try your best to squirm away. 

When you feel that he's finally slowed down, when his hands have released the hold against your body, and you allow yourself to breathe a little better, there's a sudden shift between you and the King of Curses. You realize that it's because you've been flipped back and your legs are locked around his waist again. 

"S-Sukuna?" 

"No," Yūji breathlessly says. He leans his face closer until his lips brush yours. "I-It's me, baby. It's me. I'm sorry. I-I lost control. Are you hurt?" 

You shake your head with a smile. "N-No, I'm fine. I'm more than fine." 

"Yeah?" Yūji perks up. You notice that his cock has hardened once more and he's repositioning himself to your abused cunt. 

"Yeah, baby." You laugh dumbly. "That was . . . quite exhilarating." 

Yūji bumps his nose against yours. The heat in his eyes is visible, but it is nowhere near as intense as the other pair you were forced to look at prior. 

"That was hot," Yūji admits. "Watching you . . . like that." 

"It was," you breathe out. 

When you peer below Yūji's eyes, you swear you've seen the glints of red and black squinting back at you as if to tell you that he's heard about your little honesty. 

Well, it really can't be helped sometimes. After all, loving Yūji does come with a deal. 

"Are you tired?" Yūji brushes your hair tenderly. 

You shake your head. "Not at all, baby." 

"Let me fuck you next, then." 

The very first time you slept with Satoru, you immediately knew he was a certified tit guy.

He’d spent what felt like forever massaging them, sucking on your nipples, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh—completely lost in it—while you were practically throbbing and dying for him to finally fuck you.

Two years later, nothing had changed. If anything, he’d only gotten worse.

He touched them every single chance he got: insisting on showering together just so he could lather your breasts with slippery soap and play with them under the hot water, absentmindedly teasing your nipples when he slung an arm around your shoulders on the couch, and even sucking melted ice cream straight off them like it was the most natural thing in the world.

But your ovulation week? That was his absolute favorite.

Your tits always swelled up—rounder, heavier, impossibly more sensitive. And today was one of those days.

It was stupidly hot, so you’d skipped the bra entirely and thrown on your usual lazy outfit at home: tiny sleep shorts and a thin, loose tank top with spaghetti straps.

You hadn’t thought twice about it… until you felt Satoru’s gaze burning into you.

“Fuck,” he breathed, mouth hanging open, eyes glued to your chest. “They’re practically spilling out over the edge of that little top, baby.”

Before you could even respond, he closed the distance in five long strides. One large hand settled possessively on your waist, pulling you flush against him, while the other boldly traced slow, reverent circles over the full, heavy curve of your breast.

“Goddamn,” he muttered, voice already husky. “Look at you. So fucking full today.”

His thumb brushed over your nipple through the thin fabric, and it stiffened instantly, sending a sharp jolt of heat straight between your legs. A low, satisfied sound rumbled in his chest.

He didn’t wait for permission. He never really did when it came to your tits. In one smooth motion, he tugged the strap of your tank top down your shoulder, freeing one breast completely. The cool air hit your heated skin, making your nipple tighten even more.

Satoru’s eyes darkened with hunger.

He leaned in and dragged the flat of his tongue over it slowly, savoring the way you shivered. Then he latched on, sucking greedily while his hand continued kneading the soft, overflowing flesh of your other breast.

You could feel how hard he already was against your stomach

He pulled back just enough to speak, lips glistening, voice wrecked. “C’mere. I need both of them in my mouth.”

Without warning, he scooped you up like you weighed nothing and carried you to the couch, dropping down with you straddling his lap. He yanked the other strap down, fully exposing your chest, and buried his face between your tits with a deep, contented groan.

His hands never stopped moving—squeezing, pushing them together, thumbs flicking over your sensitive peaks as he alternated between sucking and licking like a man starved.

You were getting so turned on watching him play with your tits that you didn’t think twice. You slid off his lap, dropped to your knees in front of him, and eagerly pulled his pants down just enough to free his cock. It sprang out, hard and flushed, already glistening at the tip. The sight made your mouth water.

You could feel yourself getting wetter by the second, your body burning with need, the heat intensified by your ovulation.

“Oh god, you’re gonna spoil me rotten baby” he said softly, almost in awe as you pressed your swollen tits around his length.

You pushed them together tightly, enveloping him in soft, warm flesh. Then, looking up at him, you parted your lips and let your tongue hang out obediently, waiting.

“Fuck— that’s it,” he moaned, eyes darkening. “Such a good girl.”

He started thrusting slowly between your breasts, savoring every slide. With each upward thrust, the flushed head of his cock brushed against your waiting tongue, leaving a trail of salty precum on it.

“You’re getting so turned on, aren’t you?” he murmured, voice sweet and filthy at the same time. “I can see it in your eyes…Bet you’re already soaking those little shorts for me.”

He kept a steady rhythm, fucking your tits while his hands gently squeezed and played with them, thumbs brushing over your sensitive nipples and your own hands.

“Feels so fucking good… warm and soft,” he groaned, hips stuttering a little when the tip of his cock dragged across your tongue again. “You drive me crazy.”

Your cheeks were flushed, thighs pressing together as the ache between your legs grew stronger. Every thrust made you wetter, your body throbbing with need while he used your heavy, sensitive breasts exactly how he wanted.

Satoru’s breathing grew heavier, his thrusts a little faster, but he held back, clearly trying not to cum yet. He wanted to save it for your pussy.

“C’mon, baby,” he rasped, voice rough with desire. “I’ll fuck you nice and deep just like you need.”

He suddenly stood up, lifting you effortlessly into his arms. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you toward the bedroom, kissing you hungrily on the way. His hard cock pressed against your soaked shorts with every step.

Once he laid you down on the bed, he pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes dark and full of lust.

“I’m gonna cum so much inside you…” he murmured against your lips, voice low and filthy, “I’ll fill you up until it takes.”

You whimpered at his words, a rush of heat flooding your body as you imagined it — your belly swelling, your tits growing even bigger and heavier, and Satoru being even more obsessed with them, sucking and fucking them while you were pregnant.

He smirked, noticing the way your thighs squeezed together.

“Yeah? You like that idea, don’t you?” he teased, sliding his hand between your legs. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll make sure to abuse these pretty tits even more when they’re full of milk.”

I needed to get this out of my system

you straddle sukuna’s broad torso, thighs already shaking as you hover over the jagged mouth splitting across his abdomen. his four eyes gleam with cruel hunger, watching every twitch of your body.

the stomach mouth opens slowly, hot breath fanning over your dripping folds before a thick, ridged tongue drags out, tasting you like he owns every inch.

“go on,” he growls, voice dripping with mockery. “ride it properly. show me how badly that greedy little cunt needs me.”

you sink down with a broken whimper as the tongue pushes inside you, thick and relentless, stretching you open while the mouth’s lips seal tight around your clit. the suction is immediate and vicious, pulling at the sensitive bundle of nerves as the tongue curls deep, fucking into you with wet, obscene sounds. your hands brace on his chest, hips rolling desperately as pleasure slams through you.

it does not take long before your walls clenching hard around the invading muscle.

sukuna laughs, low and dark, the vibration making the tongue thrash even harder inside you. when you try to lift up cause it’s becoming too much, oversensitive and twitching, his massive hand snaps around your wrist like a vice.

sukuna yanks you back down forcefully, slamming your hips flush against his stomach so the mouth devours you completely again.

“where the fuck do you think you’re going?” he snarls, eyes narrowing. “you started this. now you finish it. keep riding.”

the tongue does not give you any mercy.

it pounds into you faster, twisting and dragging against every spot that makes your vision blur. the lips suck harder on your clit, relentless and wet, forcing another orgasm out of you before the first one even fades.

your thighs burn, body jerking wildly as you sob through the overstimulation, but sukuna’s grip on your wrist is iron. every time you try to pull away or rise even an inch, he drags you right back down, grinding you against the mouth.

“look at you,” he taunts, voice rough with satisfaction. “crying and shaking like a pathetic little toy. my stomach is soaked and you still can’t stop grinding on it.”

this is when a brutal wave hits you, your whole body convulsing as you cum, tears streaming down your face.

the overstimulation turns sharp and electric, every lick and thrust bordering on pain but so good you cannot stop moaning. sukuna’s free hand comes up to grip your hip, helping you move, forcing the rhythm faster and deeper.

you lose count of how many times you tired to get yourself off of him. your voice grows hoarse, legs trembling uncontrollably, slick pulling and sliding down onto his stomach as the mouth laps it all up greedily.

“kuna…” when you go limp, too exhausted to keep moving, sukuna simply uses his strength to bounce you on the tongue himself, wrist still locked in his hold so you cannot escape.

“that’s right. keep cumming for me,” he commands, another dark laugh rumbling through him. “this mouth is not done with you yet. you’ve pissed me off today, no stopping until you’re a sobbing, broken mess who forgets every thought except how full you feel.”