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"Come here," he says softly, patting his thighs, and his voice carries none of its usual teasing edge. He reaches for you as you approach, hands warm and steady as they guide you over his hips. When you settle against him, when your thighs spread to accommodate his narrow hips, he doesn't rush to fill you. He wants to feel you first, wants his fingers to find where you're already dripping wet and swollen, wants to watch your face as he strokes you open with patient, reverent touches.

"Fuck, look at you," he breathes, and there's wonder in it, genuine awe that makes your heart clench even as his thumb circles your clit with maddening precision. His cock stands thick and heavy between you, flushed dark and straining, but he ignores his own need in favor of sinking two fingers into your heat, curling them to find that spot that makes your hips buck forward. "So wet for me already. So fucking perfect."

When you finally sink onto him, when his length stretches you open and fills you completely, your combined moans fill the room like a symphony. His head falls back with a groan that sounds like gratitude, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows hard, but his eyes never leave yours. Those Six Eyes track every micro-expression, every flutter of your lashes, every time your cunt tightens around him in response to his depth.

"Move when you're ready," he whispers, hands settling on your hips with gentle pressure that contrasts with the hard length buried inside you. "Take what you need from me. Use my cock, sweetheart."

And you do, finding a rhythm that makes sparks dance behind your own eyelids, and Satoru watches like he's memorizing this moment, like he wants to burn the image of you above him into his perfect memory forever. Your hands find his chest, fingers spread over his pecs, feeling his heartbeat thunder against your palms as you ride him with increasing desperation.

"That's it," he murmurs, voice dropping an octave, and his hands slide up to cup your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples with devastating accuracy. "Just like that. You feel so fucking good around me, so tight, so hot—"

Soon his control frays at the edges, and he'll grip your hips with sudden urgency, pulling you down to meet his upward thrusts. The angle is devastating, his cock dragging against that spongy spot inside you that makes you cry out, and he'll do it again, and again, watching you unravel with something like devotion in his expression even as his own pleasure cracks through his composure.

Your hand drifts between your bodies, seeking your clit to push yourself over the edge, but he catches your wrist with a low sound of disapproval. "Let me," he'll growl, voice rough with affection, with need, and he guides your hand away to replace it with his own, fingers finding your clit and pressing, flicking with practiced precision. "I want to feel you come on my cock. Want to feel you squeeze me when I make you fall apart."

And when you do, when his fingers work you with devastating skill and your orgasm crashes through you in waves, your cunt spasming around him and your vision whiting out, he'll follow immediately, spilling inside you with a choked sound that might be your name. He'll keep thrusting through both your peaks, prolonging the pleasure until you're both trembling and overstimulated, until you collapse forward against his chest, his cock still twitching as he fills you with pulse after pulse of his release.

After, he'll wrap his arms around you and hold you close, still buried deep, his heartbeat thundering against your ear. He'll press kisses to your hair, your temple, the sweat-dampened curve of your neck, and when you finally meet his eyes, they're soft with an emotion he rarely shows the world.

"Stay with me," he'll murmur, hands tracing lazy patterns on your back, his hips giving a small, involuntary thrust that makes you both gasp. "Just like this. I want to feel you for a while longer. Want to stay inside you until I'm hard again and ready to take you properly."

And he will, keeping you close, keeping his cock nestled in your warmth, because for Satoru, the physical connection is just a manifestation of something deeper he can't quite name. He'll whisper filthy praise against your skin, tell you how good you feel, how perfect your cunt feels around him, how he never wants to let you go, and you'll feel worshipped in a way that has everything to do with his six eyes and even more to do with his heart.

Suguru's preference is taking you from behind. But he transforms it into something almost spiritual in its intimacy, a ritual of possession and devotion that leaves you trembling and claimed.

He guides you to the bed with hands that worship every inch of skin they touch, pressing gentle kisses to your shoulder as he positions you exactly where he wants you. On your hands and knees, thighs spread, back arched in a curve that makes his breath hitch. He doesn't rush to mount you. Suguru takes his time, kneeling behind you with reverent patience, his palms mapping the landscape of your body with deliberate, worshipful strokes.

"Look at you," he murmurs, voice thick with emotion, and there's something almost broken in the way he says it, like he can't believe you're real, can't believe you're his. His hands spread you open, thumbs tracing your folds where you're already slick and wanting, and he groans at the sight of you glistening for him, ready for him, open and vulnerable in a way that makes his chest ache with devotion. "So perfect for me. So fucking beautiful."

When he pushes inside, it's slow, torturous, and he leans forward to press his entire body along your back, mouth at your ear, breath hot and shaky against your skin. The position lets him surround you completely, chest to back, hips to ass, his cock buried deep while his hands find yours, fingers interlacing, pinning you in place even as he whispers filthy praise.

"Feel that?" he breathes, hips rolling in a rhythm that builds steadily, each thrust nudging that spot inside you that makes your vision spark. "Feel how well we fit together? How perfectly you take me?"

What makes Suguru devastating is the duality he maintains even as he loses himself. He can be gentle, almost tender, pressing soft kisses between your shoulder blades while his thrusts remain measured and deep, his free hand sliding around to find your clit with unerring accuracy. And then his teeth will graze your shoulder, his grip will tighten on your hands, and he'll drive into you with sudden, shocking force that makes you cry out his name.

He loves the contrast, loves feeling your cunt flutter around him when he surprises you with roughness after such careful tenderness. His fingers work your clit in tight, desperate circles, matching the rhythm of his hips, and he'll groan when he feels you clench in response, your body trying to draw him deeper, keep him closer.

"That's it," he'll growl, losing some of his composure, his voice cracking with the effort of holding back. "Let go for me, let me feel you come apart around me—"

And when you do, when your orgasm rips through you and your cunt milks his cock with desperate spasms, he doesn't follow immediately. He holds himself deep, feeling every pulse of your release, grinding hard against you until you're whimpering from the overstimulation, until your peak finally begins to ebb. Only then, only when you're softening around him, trembling and spent, does he let himself go, spilling inside you with a choked sound against your spine, his hips jerking in short, helpless thrusts as he fills you.

He'll stay there for long moments, still hard, still filling you, his mouth pressed open and panting against your skin. His hands will release yours to slide around your waist, gathering you close, pulling you upright so you're kneeling together, his cock still nestled deep while his arms band around your chest.

"Don't move," he'll whisper against your neck, almost pleading, his hips giving a small, involuntary thrust that makes you both gasp. "Want to stay inside you. Want to feel you around me while I catch my breath."

After, he'll gather you into his arms fully, arranging you on your side with him spooned behind you, and he'll stroke your hair with hands that still tremble slightly from the force of his release. He'll press kisses to your shoulder, your throat, anywhere he can reach, and when you finally turn to meet his eyes, they're dark with an emotion that borders on worship.

"One more?" he'll murmur eventually, already stirring against your ass, his hand sliding down to find where he's still wet from you both. "Let me take you slower this time. 'Want to feel every moment."

Kento's favorite is missionary, your legs wrapped tight around his waist, and he makes it devastatingly effective through sheer precision, barely restrained intensity, and a devotion that reveals itself in every calculated movement.

He approaches you with methodical patience, his tie already loosened, his shirt unbuttoned enough to reveal the hard planes of his chest. There's something about the contrast, the composed exterior giving way to raw need, that makes your breath hitch before he even touches you.

"Let me look at you," he murmurs, and his voice carries none of its usual clipped restraint. He settles between your thighs with deliberate care, his palms tracing up your sides with worshipful slowness, learning what makes you gasp, what makes you arch. His thumbs brush over your nipples, watching them tighten, watching your lips part with a small sound that makes his jaw tighten with restraint.

When he finally positions himself at your entrance, his cock thick and flushed dark and straining against your wetness, he doesn't rush. He holds himself there, letting you feel the heat of him, the weight of him, and watches your face with an intensity that should be illegal. Those usually guarded eyes track every flutter of your lashes, every hitch in your breath, every time your hips try to tilt upward to take him deeper.

"Look at me," he demands, voice rougher than his usual composure allows, and he pushes inside in one slow, deliberate thrust that fills you completely, stretches you perfectly, makes your vision spark at the edges. "Stay with me. I want to see everything,"

And you do, because Kento makes it impossible to look away. His forearms bracket your head, muscles flexing with every subtle movement, and he finds a rhythm that builds steadily rather than rushing toward the finish. Each thrust is measured, angled to drag against that spot inside you with devastating consistency. His hips roll in tight circles when he's buried deep, grinding against you, and then he'll pull back almost completely before sinking home again with a force that makes you cry out.

What makes Kento absolutely ruinous is his control. He'll shift his angle slightly, watch your reaction, adjust again, cataloging exactly how to make your eyes roll back, your mouth fall open, your cunt clench around him in helpless response. He'll grip your thigh, hiking your leg higher over his hip, changing the depth, the pressure, watching you unravel with focused attention.

"Touch yourself," he'll command, voice dropping lower, rough with his own restraint. "Want to watch you. Want to see how you look when you're getting close."

And he watch he will, his thrusts slowing to a deliberate, grinding pace that keeps you full, keeps you stretched, while his eyes track your hand moving between your bodies. He'll groan when your fingers find your clit, when your back arches and your breath hitches, his hips giving a sharper thrust that makes your rhythm falter.

"Keep going," he'll growl, and his hand will cover yours, not taking over but pressing, guiding, showing you the pressure he wants to see, the speed that matches his thrusts. "Just like that. Let me feel you,"

When your orgasm builds, when your cunt starts fluttering around him and your movements become desperate, he'll take over completely. His hand will trap yours against your clit, holding the pressure steady while his hips snap faster, harder, driving into you at the perfect angle to push you over. He'll watch your face as you come apart, watch your eyes lose focus, your mouth fall open in a silent cry — or atleast you think so — and only then will he let himself chase his own release, his thrusts turning erratic as he spills inside you with a groan that sounds wrenched from his chest.

He'll collapse against you after, but not fully, catching himself on his forearms to keep his weight from crushing you, his face buried in your neck. His breathing is shaky, his heartbeat thundering against your breast, and he'll stay there for long moments, still buried deep, his hips giving small, involuntary thrusts as aftershocks ripple through him.

"Stay with me," he'll murmur eventually, his voice rough and tender, rolling to his side and pulling you with him, arranging you against his chest without breaking the connection. His hand will stroke down your back, slow and soothing, and he'll press kisses to your hair, your temple, the curve of your jaw. "Don't pull away yet. Want to feel you around me while we rest."

And he will, keeping you close, keeping himself nestled in your warmth, his hands tracing lazy patterns on your skin until his breathing finally steadies, proving that for Kento, the aftercare is as deliberate and thorough as everything else he does.

Toji's preference is bent over what surface is closest, and he makes it brutal, primal, and devastatingly effective with a stamina that leaves you wrecked and trembling.

He doesn't bother with beds when the urge strikes him. He'll take you against the kitchen counter, your hips jerked back to meet his, your cheek pressed against cool tile while his cock drives into you from behind with force that makes your vision spark. Against the bathroom sink, mirror fogging with your breath, his hand gripping your jaw to force you to watch yourself fall apart, your own eyes glazed and desperate. Against the hood of a car in some dark parking lot, your legs barely holding you, his massive frame caging you completely while his hips snap against yours with wet, filthy sounds that carry in the night air.

What defines Toji is pure, animalistic intensity barely contained in human skin. He loves the position where he can grip the back of your neck with one scarred hand, not choking but controlling, holding you in place while he pounds into you with force that makes your toes curl. His other hand will grip your hip hard enough to bruise, pulling you back to meet every brutal thrust, his pelvis slapping against your ass with wet, filthy sounds that fill whatever space you're in. The Heavenly Restriction that made him a monster among sorcerers also gifted him with physical capabilities that extend to this, to the bedroom, to the way he can fuck you until you're incoherent and still be ready for more.

There's no patience in him, no teasing buildup. When Toji wants you, he takes you, and the position that lets him do that most effectively is anything that puts you at the perfect height for him to sink deep and stay there. He'll growl against your ear, filthy and direct, telling you exactly how your cunt feels around him, how good you take it, how you're going to come on his cock whether you're ready or not.

"Fuck, you're tight," he'll grunt, his rhythm punishing, relentless, each thrust nudging that spot inside you that makes sparks dance behind your eyelids. "Squeeze me like that again. Yeah, just like that—"

He loves the sounds you make when he hits deep, loves the way your back arches when he finds the angle that makes you cry out. His hand will slide around to find your clit, rubbing rough, desperate circles that match his pace, not gentle but demanding, pushing you toward the edge because he wants to feel you come apart around him, wants to feel your cunt flutter and clench until he can't hold back anymore. His fingers are calloused, scarred, and the texture adds something maddening to the pressure, makes you gasp and buck against his hand.

"Touch yourself," he'll command when you're close, when your walls are fluttering around him and your breath is coming in desperate gasps. "Want to watch. Want to see how you look when you're getting there."

And you'll obey, because Toji's voice carries that authority, because your body is his in this moment. Your fingers will find your clit, rubbing tight circles while he keeps driving into you, his thrusts becoming erratic as he watches you, as he feels you tighten around him. He groans when your orgasm crests, when your cunt spasms around him and your cry fills whatever space you're in, and he'll keep thrusting through it, prolonging your peak until you're whimpering, oversensitive, your hand falling away because you can't take anymore.

Only then will he let himself follow, spilling inside you with a snarl that sounds almost animal, teeth sinking into your shoulder as his hips jerk in short, helpless thrusts that empty him completely. He'll stay buried in you for long moments after, breathing hard, his hand still possessive on your hip, his cock still twitching as aftershocks ripple through him.

But Toji isn't done. He never is. When he finally pulls out, he'll turn you around, lift you onto whatever surface you're using with ease that shouldn't be possible, and settle between your thighs again, already hardening, already ready for more. His mouth will find yours in a kiss that tastes like sex and dominance, his hands rough as they guide your legs around his waist.

"Again," he'll demand, not ask, guiding himself back inside you while you're still trembling, still sensitive, your cunt fluttering around him as he fills you once more. "Not done with you yet. Going to fuck you until you can't remember your own name."

And he will, slower this time, grinding deep, making you feel every inch of him, every stretch, every pulse of his cock as he builds you up again with devastating patience that contrasts with his earlier brutality. He'll watch your face as you come apart a second time, a third, until you're limp and trembling and entirely his, until he finally spills inside you again with a groan that sounds like victory.

Sukuna's favorite position is you pinned beneath him, completely immobilized. His extra arms ensuring you cannot move, cannot escape, can only take what he gives, and what he gives is more than any single man could offer.

He'll arrange you on his shrine-like bed, his massive frame looming over you, those black markings seeming to shift and pulse in the dim light like living things. His main hands will grip your wrists, pinning them above your head, while his extra arms hold your thighs spread wide, hold your hips tilted at the perfect angle, hold you open and vulnerable and entirely at his mercy. But that's not all. The mouth on his stomach, the one that can speak and devour and desire, will press open and panting against your lower belly, teeth grazing your skin, tongue flicking out to taste the sweat gathering there.

"Look at you," he'll rumble, his voice like gravel and honey, and his eyes, those extra eyes, track every tremor of your body with predatory focus. "So small beneath me. So fragile. So fucking mine."

When he pushes inside, it's slow, deliberate, and he wants you to feel every inch of his girth, every stretch, every moment of your body yielding to him. But Sukuna doesn't have one cock. He has two, positioned one above the other, and when he enters you, he fills you completely, the upper one stretching your cunt while the lower one presses against your ass, nudging, threatening, making you feel the stretch of double penetration even as only one fully claims you. The sensation is overwhelming, the fullness maddening, and he'll watch your face contort, watch your eyes widen, your mouth fall open, and he'll groan at the sight, at the feeling of your walls fluttering around him in helpless response.

"Good," he'll praise, and the word sounds almost tender despite the threat in his tone. "Take me. Take all of me."

What makes Sukuna devastating is his stamina, his creativity, and the sheer wrongness of his body that somehow translates to perfect pleasure. Those extra limbs mean he can touch you everywhere at once. One hand will find your breast, thumb rolling your nipple with rough precision. Another will slide between your bodies to find your clit, pressing and circling with devastating skill. Another will grip your hip, holding you still while he begins to move, his thrusts starting slow and deep, grinding against that spot inside you that makes your vision spark.

But the mouth on his stomach, that hungry, devouring mouth, will press lower. It will find your clit from below, tongue flicking out to taste where you're stretched around him, teeth grazing the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. The sensation of being touched there, of being eaten while being fucked, while his cocks stretch you open and his hands hold you immobile, is too much, overwhelming, and he'll feel you clench around him, feel your body try to process the barrage of sensation.

"Be still." he'll command, his voice dropping lower, while his hips will snap forward with sudden force that makes you cry out.

And when he moves in earnest, when his thrusts become punishing and the mouth on his stomach works you with devastating skill, you'll have no choice. Your orgasm will crash through you in waves, your cunt spasming around his upper cock while the lower one presses insistently against your ass, the rhythm of his hips never faltering, the mouth never stopping. He'll groan like a victory, like a claim staked, and he won't follow immediately. He'll keep thrusting through your peak, prolonging it until you're blabbering, until your vision whites out, until you're soft and trembling and entirely his.

Only then will he let himself chase his own release, his thrusts turning erratic, his grip tightening on your wrists, his extra arms drawing you closer, holding you tighter, as he spills inside you with a sound like a roar trapped in his chest. He'll stay there after, still buried deep, still holding you pinned, the mouth on his stomach pressing gentle, almost tender kisses to your trembling belly.

"Mine," he'll whisper against your lips, his hips giving a small, involuntary thrust that makes you gasp, his cocks still twitching inside you. "Say it."

And when you do, when you whisper that you're his, he'll smile with all his teeth, with the mouth on his stomach smiling too, and he'll start moving again, already ready for more, already planning how he'll take you next, how he'll use every part of his monstrous body to make you scream.

A/N. i hope you lovelies enjoyed while reading !! <3

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You obeyed, heart racing as you stretched out completely naked on your tummy, cheek pressed to bed. Arms reaching forward toward the headboard. Everything exposed and vulnerable. The cool fabric brushed your skin while heat pooled between your thighs.

“That's it. Just like that doll.” You heard his voice rumble again, making goosebumps raise on along every inch of your body. The mattress dipped as he climbed over you and grabbed a pillow, sliding it right under your tummy. It lifted your hips just enough. Arched you and kept your ass raised perfectly for him. 

Your breath hitched then his hands moved with purpose. Rough yet deliberate as he spread your ass apart slowly. Thumbs pressing deep into soft flesh. His thick cock slotted between your cheeks. The hot length rubbing through your slick cunt. Back and forth. Teasing. Coating himself in how wet you already were.

The heavy weight of him made you whimper, a needy moan slipped from your lips and your hips twitched, chasing more pressure, friction making your toes curl.

“Please Sukuna…” you murmured softly. voice desperate, muffled into the mattress.

He shushed you at once. The sound was firm, leaving no room for argument. You wanted to turn your head and see his face. You wanted his mouth on yours and your arms around his neck. He denied every bit of it, his hand pressed between your shoulder blades firmly keeping you trapped.

Instead he kept teasing your dripping pussy from behind, dragging his cock through your wetness until you soaked him. His plump, swollen cockhead sticky with pre and your slick, kissing your clit again and again. Making your thighs tremble.

Your pussy was always wet for him. Always ready, regardless of how much he was denying you tonight.

He pressed the fat rounded tip against your hole and pushed in slow. So slow. Your hands fisted the sheets immediately, knuckles turning white. Normally you would be clawing at his back, nails leaving half moons, digging into his tattooed skin while he hovered over you clinging desperately to him. Tonight there was only fabric beneath your palms. 

Your tight cunt struggled around his girth, stretching open around the thick head, cunt fluttering, opening up little by little. It was always a fight. Delicious and overwhelming but he kept going. Inch by inch his cock sank deeper. Giving you no escape, the stretch burned in the best way. 

Slowly your pussy swallowed every thick inch, until his hips met your ass. When he bottomed out, you felt him press up against your cervix, your tummy bulging slightly into the pillow beneath you. Balls pressed tightly to your clit. The fullness made your eyes roll back. A broken gasp left your lips.

Sukuna groaned low, the sound vibrating deep in his chest. "Still so fucking tight.  Y'er greedy little pussy swallowing me. haah- Look at that. Still fighting to take me even when y'er dripping like a whore."

He stayed there for a moment, letting you feel it. Letting you adjust to him, hands roaming over your back. Down your sides. Gripping your hips firmly, then he started moving. Long, deep movements at first. Pulling almost all the way out before slidin’ back in. 

The angle perfect. Hitting everything proper, while the pillow kept your hips raised so he could grind deeper. Claiming every part of you, the fat head prodding right at the mouth of your cervix. Bulging your tummy forward into the pillow beneath you with every thrust. You felt that visible push. Your body yielding completely.

Moans spilled steadily from you. Wet sounds filled the room along with skin slapping skin. Your soaked cunt taking every inch over and over. He kept you pinned against the sheets as he fed aallll of his cock into your gummy walls.

Then he fucked you like he was annoyed.

His hips snapped forward relentlessly. He bullied your sweet little pussy with that fat cock, molding your walls to his shape. You became nothing but a tight sleeve for him. Each thrust made the pillow shift under your hips, moans slipping into the sheets while he used you.

Then he leaned down suddenly. His massive chest pressed fully to your back, blanketing you. It made your breath hitch. Made everything feel tighter. Hotter. One large hand found yours, interlacing your fingers with his on the bed, pinning them there. His weight settled over you, heavy and perfect. Holding you there as he fucked you harder. His hips snapping forward. Driving that deep bulge into the pillow again and again.

He kissed your neck. Soft at first. Warm lips trailing over sensitive skin, then he bit down. Sharp teeth sinking in just enough to mark you. The sting mixed perfectly with the pleasure wrecking your insides. The vibration of his growl shot straight to your cunt.

"That's right. Feel me." His breath was hot against your ear. "This pussy's mine to ruin."

He used the grip on your waist to pull you back onto his cock. Yanking your body to meet every brutal thrust. Harder, faster. The wet slap of skin filled the room. Your pussy clenched around him, creaming down his thick length as pleasure coiled sharp and fast, settling tight in your belly.

"Fuuck. Su-kunaaa." Your voice broke on his name.

"No talking back, doll." One hand fisted in your hair, not pulling hard. Just enough to keep you in place. "You take what I give. And you ngh- thank me for it."

"T-thank you." You gasped immediately. Body rocking forward with each powerful thrust.

"You're such a fuckin’ hah- brat today." He growled between thrusts. "Teasing me. Pushing me. Now you get fucked like the needy lil’ slut you are."

The words only turned you on more. Your walls fluttered wildly. Orgasm building fast and intense from the deep angle.

"Sukuna. Please… mm-close."

"Cum." He commanded. Voice rough and low. "Cum on my cock like the brat yr’are. Cum on my cock while I fill this pussy."

Your orgasm hits hard, pleasure exploding through you. Your cunt pulses wildly around his thick length. Milking him as waves crash over your body. You cried out into the sheets. Fingers digging in even harder. Toes curling tight and he kept thrusting through it. Drawing out every last bit. Groaning at how tightly your cunt squeezed him.

Sukuna chased his own release. Burying himself deep with each snap of his hips. A few more powerful drives and he stilled. Cock throbbing as he came hard inside you. Hot thick spurts filling your pulsing cunt. Flooding you until you feel utterly stuffed. Marking you from the inside until it felt like too much

He stayed buried deep for a long while, his breathing heavy against your shoulder. Not pulling out yet, just letting you feel owned and full. Then slowly he pulls out, you whine softly at the loss. Cum immediately starts leaking from your used hole, creamy and warm. Dripping down onto the sheets.

Sukuna pulls back from your fucked out body and sits on his heels, hands spreading your cheeks apart again, he inspects the white creamy mess spilling out. A low hum leaves his throat.

"Look at that. Such a pretty cum filled cunt, all fuckin’ mine."

He shifts lower, gets face level with where you're overflowing from your pussy, breath teasing your sensitive skin. Then he leans in without hesitation and shoves his tongue straight into your messy hole. 

Lapping at the mix of your juices and his cum. Fucking it back in with firm strokes of his tongue licking and tasting every drop. The filthy wet sounds mixes with your overstimulated whimpers. His tongue works deep. Pushing his seed back inside you. Tasting and devouring the evidence of how thoroughly he used you. One hand keeping your ass spread open wide. 

You moan loud, overstimulated and sensitive. Hips twitching back against his face, fresh heat building despite everything. He licks and sucks until you're shaking again, until every drop was either swallowed or fucked deeper inside you.

Only then did he pull back, lips shiny. Eyes dark with satisfaction. He rolls you gently onto your side first, then turns you over fully onto your back. You reached for him immediately. Arms wrapping around his neck in a tight hug. Clinging like you had been denied all night. 

His hands slid into your hair, fingers stroking through the strands soothingly, cradling your head. He presses a kiss to your forehead, soft and lingering there while your breathing slowly evens out. Pressing a kiss to your marked neck too.

"You took it so well." He murmurs. "Bratty little girl. But always so good for me in the end."

You gave a small hum. Contented and full, body buzzing. In that moment you felt safe again, tucked against your boyfriend who knew exactly how to unravel and put you back together. The way he had claimed every part of you tonight. 

Sleep tugged at you now and Sukuna held you there, his hands still in your hair. Forehead pressed to yours. The night settled around you both, warm and heavy with everything he had taken and everything he finally gave back after it all.

How can you? The strongest sorcerer of today has got you completely under his mercy, the weight of his big body pushing you down onto your shared bed.

You shiver and unconsciously rub your thighs together, hoping Gojo won’t notice that you’ve been bothering and annoying him all day in hopes of... this.

He studies you in amusement. “Baby, are you even tryin’?”

Without warning, you struggle against his hold, hoping to catch him off guard. At the end of the day, you’re still a powerful jujutsu sorcerer. Satoru might be The Strongest, but you’re definitely not going down without a fight—

Bad move.

Gojo merely laughs and tightens his grip, angling his body closer to place a knee right between your thighs. “That’s a real cute move, baby,” he whispers, his voice rough, “wanna try again?”

“Satoru..”

You don’t even realize that you’ve whimpered his name.

Gojo’s not dumb; he can tell that the mood has shifted... and he’s not surprised, not in the slightest. You’ve been staring at him all day with that expression on your face, eyelashes fluttering prettily and face dusted in a cute blush. Then, just as he’s about to kiss you until you beg him to stop—

You challenge him to a fight.

He immediately knew that you didn’t have ‘sparring’ in mind. No, you weren’t looking to train with him. What you had in mind was a different kind of ‘fight’...

And he’s more than happy to entertain you.

.

“I can’t, Toru, ah-” you jolt when he slams into you rougher, his long fingers holding your head up, “Ah, Toru-!”

“Still think you can take me in a fight, baby?” Gojo coos as he continues to drive into you, reveling in the sinful sounds of his skin slapping against yours, the filthy fluids that sticks to his thighs as it connects to your leaking cunt.

“N-no, mmm, slow down!”

And how can he, when you’re whimpering so pitifully yet arching your back to feel him more, moving backwards to meet his thrusts mid-way?

“Toru, can’t- can’t breathe!”

“Sorry, baby. Cursed energy’s a little out of control,” he chuckles before turning your head his way to place a big, fat kiss on your lips, “I’ll give you mouth-to-mouth instead, how ‘bout that?”

“Toru, oh, I’m gonna break!” you cry out, overstimulated, inching yourself away from him as you feel a familiar knot in your lower stomach.

Gojo just laughs at your attempt of getting away and places his hands on the sides of your hips, puuulllling you closer in one swift motion. When his eyes trail down lower, he’s instantly met with the sight of cum dripping down your thighs and onto the bed— his cum.

He feels his blood rush faster.

“Satoru-!?” you gasp when the lights above you flicker.

When you look up to see your boyfriend, he’s smiling... but it’s slightly off.

“S-Satoru..?”

His gaze travels down to you. Under the complete attention of his Six Eyes, you feel more exposed than ever before. You shift, just slightly, but it was enough for him to grip your wrists and pin them above your head.

“W-wait, let’s talk this out!” Knowing you’ve probably, unknowingly, woken up a side of Satoru you rarely see, you struggle against his hold, to no avail—

He just holds you down, as if your struggles means nothing to him. It was at this moment that you finally realize just how much he’d been going easy on you. All those playfights, those spars, he could’ve easily overpowered you, like this...

Eyes clouded in lust, you struggle again, harder this time.

He just sighs.

“Baby...”

The lamp flickers again. The excitement in his tone betrays the frown on his lips.

“You still wanna fight me?”

‎‎‎‎ㅤ

GETO SUGURU ✶ BRAT TAMER

“Hmm? Where did this come from?”

Of course, Geto would be the type to ask questions first and throw hands later.

You shrug. “Humor me, won’t you? Come on, Sugu!”

Geto just tilts his head and looks at you like you’ve grown a second head. “I.. I’ll accidentally hurt you.”

Accidentally hurt you? More like he accidentally struck a nerve.

“Hey! Is that your way of saying I’m a weakling?”

But Geto is surprisingly unshakable about this. No amount of pouting makes him change his mind, you’re starting to think that your boyfriend has been hiding his full powers from you.

“Alright, alright. Just say you’re scared, Sugu.” you finally huff, crossing your arms.

His gaze flits to you.

You pause.

“Ha! So you’re scared you’ll lose to me, Sugu?”

He’s still smiling, but it’s different now.

Hook...

“Afraid I’ll whoop your ass and clown you?”

He stands up, making his way towards you.

Line...

“Guess I’ll just go find Gojo.”

Geto seizes your wrist.

“Okay, let’s fight.”

... and sinker.

.

You’ve always thought that Geto was more like the brains of the team, but right now you can’t even touch the man.

“You’re just gonna dodge, Sugu?” you groan in frustration when he moves just an inch beyond your reach, making you grasp at straws for the umpteenth time that day.

“Come on,” you chase after him, grumbling when he effortlessly steps away from your attack, causing you to land head-first onto the ground, “bring out the big guns! The curses! The dragon!”

Before you can get up, though, you feel something hard press against your back.

You gasp in surprise, barely registering the fact that it was your boyfriend’s knee pushing you down before a rope slithers through your hands, binding them together in a tight knot.

“Whoa! What-”

With one fluid motion, Geto has put you on his lap, face down, with your butt facing up—

Smack!

You yelp, feeling a sharp sting on your butt.

“You can’t even land a hit on me, baby. Do you seriously think you stand a chance if I’m actually using my technique?”

His voice is calm, steady—and that’s why it sounds even more mean.

“Wh- why did you-”

Smack!

His hand connects with the same spot and you yelp again, louder this time.

“Talking to me like that, and threatening me?” Geto shakes his head, ignoring your glassy eyes and your shocked face. Instead, he roughly pulls your skirt up, revealing your round butt that are now slightly red from his slaps, and caresses them softly.

“Ouch, untie me, Sugu-”

“What, so you can run to Gojo and ask him to ‘fight’ you?” he cuts you off, before—

Smack!

You arch your back in surprise, trying to worm yourself away from him, but he immediately pulls you back to his lap.

“Was this what you had in mind?” he grips your chin, clicking his tongue when he sees the dazed expression on your face.

Oh, you love it when he’s mean.

“Suguuu... it hurts...” you try not to smile when he’s looking at you like he wants to completely ruin you.

Geto breathes out shakily. He wants to kiss you so desperately, but he holds that desire back. You’ve been such a brat lately, you don’t deserve the carrot just yet.

He palms your breasts, squeezing them through your clothes. You moan under his touch, unconsciously leaning towards him for more.

With one hand still groping you, his other hand travels from your thigh to your butt, making circular motions. You flinch in preparation, making him chuckle.

“Scared, baby?”

That demeaning tone of his just turns you on more. You shake your head no.

Smack! comes the next one, a bit harsher than the ones before, making your eyes water as you cry out—

“No?” he coos, “well, you should be.”

‎‎‎‎ㅤ

SUKUNA RYOMEN ✶ C’MON, TRY HARDER

“I’ll spare you the pain and just tell you the results outright: you stand no chance against me, brat.”

You gape, hand still in mid-air, jujutsu mid-conjured in an attempt of launching a sneak attack before your lover extinguished the little bit of pride you had left.

“I— I’ll have you know that I am a Special Grade Sorcerer, thank you very much!” you flick your wrist towards him, powers shooting off from your palms.

Sukuna barely moves, dodging the attack with the grace of a prima ballerina. “Quite a fancy move. Would’ve hurt a bit... if it actually lands, that is.”

The way Sukuna wasn’t trying to mock you is the worst part of it all.

“Well, let it land then!”

“But that would defeat the purpose, no?”

“Of what?!”

“Of you, trying to see how you measure up to me.”

His nonchalant sentence gives rise to an anger so great, you think your vision momentarily goes white.

“Okay, fine.”

Fueled by rage, you take measured steps to him, a fake smile plastered on your face. Sukuna tilts his head, not moving from where he stands. You loop your arms around the back of his neck, bringing it down closer to you.

“Since you refuse to humor me, I’ll just blueball you and go.”

Almost immediately, his hands flies to your waist. “Oh? I’d like to see you try.”

There it is. Whenever he uses that mocking tone with you, it always gets you hot and bothered.

You kiss him deeply before he can annoy you any further. His grip on you tightens while your hand travels lower to palm the erection through his pants.

He groans, no doubt enjoying this. Slipping your hand inside, you find your way around his shaft and start giving it lazy strokes. Sukuna groans mid-kiss. It’s funny how the strongest sorcerer quickly becomes putty in your hands, leaning down to rest his chin on your shoulder while you continue to pump his length.

The squelch! squelch! immediately resounds in the room, his thick cock leaking creamy pre-cum as his breathing grows ragged. You feel your body temperature start to rise, too, but you are a woman on a mission.

Sukuna is distracted by the pleasure, so distracted that he doesn’t realize that you have conjured your powers with your other hand—

and you strike him on the back with rightful fury.

“Ha!” You break free from his touch, satisfied at the shocked look on his face. “Got you!”

Knowing that you’ve incurred the great Sukuna’s wrath, you prepare to break off into a run. Just as you turn your back on him, though, you feel a yank on your hair.

Suddenly, your world is flipped upside down. You barely have the moment to register what’s happening because Sukuna is already climbing on top of you, eyes blazing in fury.

“T... Time out?”

.

You don’t know how long it’s been.

Another smack! as Sukuna continues to pound into you, gazing down at you hungrily despite the fact that he’s been ravishing you for... how many hours now? You think you can almost see the sun.

Beneath him, you’re sobbing from the pleasure, laying limply in his hold as you let him have your way with you. You’re crying, then moaning, then screaming the next. Both your hands are bound by crimson ropes he conjured using his jujutsu, so intricate and yet so strong, it was impossible for you to break free.

“Ngh, please—!”

“Aww, what’s wrong? Weren’t you trying to fight me?” Sukuna huffs, the grin on his face nothing short of sadistic. “Go ahead and hit me again with that dirty trick of yours.”

“I-I’m sorry— ah!”

He thrusts into you deeper, his pulsing length quite literally knocking the air out of you. Your desperate apologies seems to excite him more, his grip on your thighs almost bruising.

“Not so clever now, huh?” Despite his violent thrusts, Sukuna’s words are still sharp, mocking, in that degrading tone that makes you uncontrollably wet—

Yet, just as he makes you mad with both anger and desire, you know that you drive him absolutely insane. “H-hah, sore loser—”

Sukuna chuckles in a low baritone, leaning down to cage you between his big arms. He brings his face down to your neck, then bites.

“Sukuna!”

“You get it now? You stand no chance against me.” He drags out his cock slowly, then slams it back again, eliciting a scream from you.

“Oh-oh-”

Sukuna cackles when your walls squeeze around his length, your cute orgasm making him spill his seed deep inside you. He gives your lower abdomen a caress, smirking when he feels how it’s slightly bulging from taking his monstrous length.

“Tired already? C’mon,” Sukuna coos, “try harder, won’t you?”

not taking into account that it'd only been that easy those times because he’d eat you out 'til you were half-fucked out and near overstimulated. warm tongue sliding through your folds, collecting your sweet slick on the appendage. spreading over your twitching clit till you're bucking hard enough to warrant him pinning your legs to the sheets. your body seems conditioned to react to him—already dripping, fingers twitching and trembling. Itching to reach out and run your fingers over the warm, hardened surfaces.

“my lord…can we—” the sudden silence steals the breath from your lungs, 4 red points lock onto you, gaze weighted enough to make your pulse stutter harshly. you swallow hard before you continue, more cautious than you'd been the first time around, “can we skip…all of this? just this once?”

sukuna's head tips to one side, studying you. eyes narrowing before his lips split into a smile that makes your stomach clench painfully in your arousal.

“how impatient.”

impudent, even. a lesser concubine would have been discarded for a smaller fault. you're the only one he seems to seek out as is, and here you are, trying to deny him the pleasure of feasting on you.

“you dare rush me?”

panic flares hot in your chest, face draining of its colour. you shake your head hastily, rushing to correct yourself. “never, my lord. I assure you—”

sukuna tuts, and it’s enough to silence you again. he shifts onto his haunches, peering down at your soft naked frame where you lie. “you forget yourself. time and time again.”

your throat works around a thick swallow, apology forming hot on your tongue for your impertinence—but sukuna's already moving.

free hands work his robes aside, barely any layers keeping him from being as naked as you are. The sight of his freed cocks sparks need in you like a live wire. both heavy, veins like corded rope winding up the thick lengths. ruddy crown leaking as if to taunt you.

“think twice about this.”

you’re shamelessly eager, skin feeling feverish, brain turned to putty. a dreamy sound escapes you, eyes glossed over. “please, my lord.”

and what kind of king would he be to deny his favourite most tolerated concubine of what she’s begging for?

“if you insist.”

sukuna strokes his lower cock from base to tip in slow, even pulls, eyes never straying from your face. you don’t dare shift your gaze either, breath stuttering the moment he inches further into your space. his hands push your thighs higher before his weight alone keeps them pinned. it’s some sort of hybrid mating press if you've ever seen one—ankles on his shoulders, body weight pressing your body into the bed. the stretch is almost ache-inducing but your need to be stuffed full of his cock outweighs anything else. "a-ah—please."

the blunt head drags through the copious amount of slick pooled at your entrance, smearing it along the wide crown as if to remind you how unready you are, how careless your demand truly is. there’s no time to second-guess, for take-backs before he's notching himself against your eager hole, easing his blunt tip past your tight entrance.

oh. how wrong you were.

how did you even think for a second that you could take this? take him? what on earth was wrong with you?

it’s almost too much. your walls shift to accommodate him, slick enough to let the head slide in with a wet pop, a tremor running through you from the feeling that alone causes.

your nails dig into his biceps before you even realize you’re clutching him, a sharp cry strangling in your throat as he pushes deeper.

“shh, none of that. you asked me to…” his hips shift in measured, pointed thrusts with what’s already settled into you. “just give it to you.” his cock stretches you inch by inch, the burn bordering on unbearable. your walls flutter around him helplessly, spasming at the intrusion. so good. but god. “Is that not what I’m doing?”

by the time he’s seated to the hilt, every nerve in your body is screaming. your waterline is damp with unshed tears, breaths breaking around moans. your clit pulses eagerly, and he's quick to soothe it with slow sweeps of his thumb that have you squeezing around him, pulling a low, almost guttural sound from the man above you.

“how sweet. that’s it, open up for your king…”

there’s a glint of satisfaction in his gaze as his hips roll in easy thrusts, seating him to the hilt over and over again, heavy balls colliding wetly against your ass.

“l-lord sukuna…aah—” tears hit your cheeks, wet and sudden, toes curling near his ears. "s-so deep—"

“what?” he mocks, a low sound in his throat. “it’s too much, huh? I told you I’d take my time. work up this pretty little—” his pelvis shifts, the rough thatch of salmon hair at his base grating perfectly against your aching clit. punctuating his words with a targeted thrust into your sweet spot, “—cunt.”

he shifts his weight, sending himself deeper still. the coil settled low in your belly pulls taut.

“said I’d make you feel so good. but no—you said you could handle it. now look at you.”

the king of curses above you inches back ever so slightly before sinking deep again. the keen that slips past your lips reverberates across the chamber walls. you’re near-babbling at this point, upper hands cradling your face like armor, sharp nails grazing soft skin as he thumbs away your tears almost tenderly. It’s obscene just how careful he seems to be with his grip while he splits you apart where you're connect.

“do you understand why I take my time now?” his tone is patronizing, tinted with the faintest trace of fondness if you paid close enough attention. It makes the heat in your belly flare, cunt getting slicker around him, noises leaving you growing lewder. more shameless. you finally melt into the searing press of him, enough for him to drive in and out with increasing pace. despite his mockery, he’d at least been waiting for you to adjust.

“ah…haah, god—uh huh.”

he laughs, chest rumbling against yours with how close he’s pressed. “no gods here but me, girl.”

the thrust that follows clearly has you losing the already fragile hold you have on your senses, your nails biting into the skin at his nape to anchor yourself.

“s’too… too—mmh!”

“you said you wanted it. didn’t you?” his lower hands keep your thighs pinned close to your chest, moans hiccuping out of you with every swab of his fat tip against your sensitive spot. "you just begged to have it."

sukuna pulls almost all the way out until only the fat head stretches your quivering entrance. a momentary reprieve, 5 seconds for you to just catch your breath. then he drives back in, bottoming out with a wet squelch that sends your vision whiting out, arch of your spine near painful. “you wanted it…so now you’re going to cum on my cock.” another retreat that has his tip, flushed and angry, notched against your entrance.

"right? my eager little concubine's gonna cum on her king's cock. and then?" he bottoms out again in one solid, firm stroke and your body jerks harshly with the extent of your pleasure, slick cream spreading down his heavy shaft with the increasing speed of his thrusts.

“then I’ll have my fill of you like I should've in the first place.”

It was like the usual day in Hyrule castle. Servants going around, the sky was dark as always, and monsters surrounding the area doing whatever they're supposed to do

After Ganondorf finally conquered Hyrule for himself, he still didn't feel as if it was enough. That's where you came into the image

You were a conquest, a thriving land that he sought after ruling the remaining ones. Living as his bride—his prize—wasn't exactly like those novels you used to read when you were a child

No. Being with Ganondorf wasn't exactly like that

Yes, you were spoiled. But with limitations. Showered in gems from different lands but you knew he gained these treasures with the destruction that naturally come out of his hands

You could never truly be at ease whenever your... 'husband' is around. Having to carefully chose your words, having to maintain a composed facade, even talking with others is kept minimal

You were his and his only. He made sure of that the moment he locked you in his golden cage

And during his reign, you start to notice the changes in his own body...

Long gone was the noticeable green of his color, swallowed by charcoal darkness. The once golden yellow hue of his eyes now burned an ominous crimson. Even his hair which was already the color of red turned into a much brighter and intense shade

But appearance wasn't the only thing that changed. The way his body worked also went through a significant transformation

And by that, his heat cycle started

"G-Gan!" You blabbered, getting fucked against the mattress and not even getting the time to breathe as you got ravished with desperate intensity

The bulge of his muscle trapped you in place, legs helplessly jerking and twitching in the air with each violent thrust he gave while his large hands cupped the flesh of your ass, pulling you even closer to meet the smack! of his hips

He growled, the sound low and deep as he worked his way with the pliant softness of your body whilst you gave a nasty arch that had him sinking his canines on the flushed skin of your sweat drenched neck

"N-nghk!" You whined, feeling overwhelmed by the amount of stimulation that he was generously giving you. The girth of his cock stretching you wide, your cunt begging for mercy as it puffed and drooled out slick

All while it greedily sucked his invading member every time he pulled out then going back in with a mean slap! of his clammy flesh

"hah...Louder little vai..." He panted then then licked a long stripe of his tongue from shoulder to the curve of your jaw with a rapacity that could be mistaken for growing obsession

"P-please..!" you choked out, fingers uncontrollably digging to the strength of his back as it flexed with each gooey plow of that dangerously swollen dick

In and out. In and out

he kept the repetitive motion, his movement jerky with each slide of entrance that your poor hole allowed "Thaaat's it..." a small chuckle escaping him as he witnessed your own mind getting blown out by the sheer size of his everything

Drool leaked steadily from your slack mouth, eyes dazed, and your limbs barely coping as you cried out in a dizzying combination of pleasure and pain

"hhh- hhngh, oh god, oh god!"

With Ganondorf, tenderness was never gentle. It came wrapped in ironclad possession and smothering intensity, even the moments meant to soothe left you breathless beneath the weight of him

"There she is" He groaned against your ear, his hips stuttering as he grew more vocal "My little vure, screaming... fuck-.. screaming for her savior"

You sobbed out, your vision blurring with the tears that mingled with the salty taste of your sweat. His hips slapping against yours in an uncoordinated motion, as if he was desperate to do anything just to spill his load deep in that fertile insides

His pace was already fast earlier but with the lingering promise of his release, he became more rougher along with the added streeeetch of his base that had you gaping for air

His teeth clenched tightly as he buried his face against your neck, his hands moving to the back of your thighs to spread you wider and your body willingly agreed along with the satisfying scream that tore at your throat

"Just-..." He moaned, his brows furrowed in concentration "..A little more.."

The legs of the bed ruthlessly screech against the floors and the headboard thumping on the walls while you're heavily pinned to the mattress with his bulk, accepting whatever he wanted to give and grab

If you weren't already losing your mind, your soul would definitely leave your body the moment his thick thumb rubbed tight circles around your aching little pearl, singing in enjoyment that echoed up your spine

"Gan! S-so.. Aah!!" You prattled, unconsciously bucking your hips against his touch, not knowing if you wanted more or less. Your moist clit loving the attention that she was getting, continuing to have your back lifted, not even touching the mattress

"Good, doesn't it?" He grinned, his teeth glinting against the light of the candelabra that crackled on the night stand

You nodded desperately, coughing on your own tears and you sniffled and mewled, your body tensing the moment you felt that familiar heat pool at your lower stomach

"f-fuck...! Stop... oh fuck!" A loud crack was heard and the mattress lowered on the side

It didn't matter if one of the legs broke, he kept going, never stopping. To Ganondorf, everything was insignificant when faced with the clamping warmth of your walls on his cock

the base of his shaft further flared, his tip an angry flushed red as it plundered your cervix over and over again

"Keep squeezing me like that, v-vure" he growled, his eyes dilated as he fucked and fucked that that miserable sopping pussy that neared the end of oblivion "no one...hah... no one makes you feel like this other than me"

You couldn't even process what he said, too cock drunk to even comprehend what was happening, you didn't even notice the bed slowly breaking

The consistent swirls of his thumb against your bundle of nerves absolutely broke whatever conscious you had left

"Gan!!" you wailed, your eyes crossing as you came all over his swelling cock, stretching you further and further. Each spurt of wetness damped his already lubricated skin as you convulsed against his form

He grunted in effort as he buried himself to the hilt, making you let out a keening whine as your hole drank up the swole of his base, his pelvis now pressed up against yours and you felt every inch cater your insides

"fucking perfect" he snarled, locking you in place as he came deep in your womb. Each splatter of his seed sticked to your gummy walls and you took it

Taking it so so well for him

His cum came out in thick white ropes, its hefty weight making you feel full if not the monstrous cock lodged deep inside you

The slit of his tip kept spitting out broken lines of him, making sure that every drop was firm and stuck

You could only whimper brokenly as you laid in his arms, your stomach taking on a rounder shape as you got filled to the brim with his royal essence while his knot continued to throb, being locked in place so securely

You can still feel him tense against your already exhausted body, both of you panting and breathing, sharing the same air that's laced in sweat and sex

He groaned and hugged you tighter, his brows furrowed in a tight line when his swollen base squirted out another strong wave of cum that even he the demon king himself, was brought low by the intensity of his knot

Even after all those months of being transformed into his demon king state, he was still getting used to the alterations that his body is going through. Yet you held him, offering whatever comfort that you can offer

Being married to the demon king might have its own ups and downs but you were right where you wanted

Taking his cock Filled with his cum and bearing his heirs

Along with the reassurance that you were his and he was yours in his own twisted way possible

____

Overall, before I get into the details, I’d say this is a very chaotic task lol. You’re probably half dead after dealing w his ass for so long, but seeing this boy that you thought of as your own son grow up before your eyes is so rewarding. It’s great, so wholesome 100/10.

You and Iruka definitely co-parent

Naruto would be constantly protecting you from Jiraiya. Like he doesn’t want the man near you. Runs over to you whenever Jiraiya is nearby and starts screaming “Missus Y/N, run! Pervy Sage is here, I’m doing you a favour, believe it!” No but in all seriousness, take Narutos advice because I know Pervy Sage is tryna hit it.

You end up having to talk to Jiraiya eventually though because you need to know what’s going on with Naruto and the Akatsuki and what you can do to help. Naruto will watch over the interactions like a hawk. Will whip a chopstick at Jiraiya if he tries anything on you, “Back it up pervy Sage! I said three meters apart, there’s no excuse!” So you’d have to meet eachother in secret because you won’t be able to discuss much when the blondies around.

Also, the amount of times you’ve chased his ass around the village after he got into some major trouble is too many times to count. He’s running as fast as he can away from you because he knows you’re gonna whoop his ass lol. Probably even uses his shadow clones, but you know better than to fall for those stupid tricks. No but fr, it’s a really good workout tbh you probably ran a marathon.

You treat him to ramen whenever he comes back from a mission. Sometimes Iruka comes along as well and you both alternate who pays the bill. Naruto always challenges you to a ramen eating competition. Luckily Iruka is there to hold you two back because he knows neither of you are financially stable enough to endure that damage to your wallets.

Literally everyone; Konoha 11, kakashi, iruka, Jiraiya, Tsunade, etc... always threaten Naruto by saying that they’ll tell y/n he’s not cooperating. It works like a charm everytime. There’s no way he wants to hear you lecture him for a good 2 hours. He’d rather get rasenganed into the face than listen to your horrible attempts at being wise.

You always ruffle Narutos hair when you see him. It’s like your signature sign of affection. You also call him “kid” all the time or “youngster” even though you’re like the same age as Kakashi and therefore not old yourself.

He calls you miss. He sometimes calls you Aunty y/n. Refuses to just call you y/n because he wants to be respectful, he looks up to you as a figure of guidance no matter how much he’ll deny it. So no matter how many times you tell him not to call you miss, he will.

Lots of walks! Like you’ll wait for him with Iruka at the village gate when Narutos supposed to return from a mission. It’s like parents picking up their kid from a field trip aweeee. You’ll pack some snacks for the three of you and he fills you in on his missions. He’ll always be like, “Awe no way! Thanks Missus Y/N. You’re the best!” When you give him all the food you packed.

He always comes to you for advice or to rant to you about Sasuke, Sai, Sakura and literally all the other Konoha 11. Lol, but he will rant about you to Iruka and Jiraiya all the time, little does he know you do the same.

Would purposely set you into mama bear mode on Sai for his own amusement. Like he just gets a kick out of watching you confront Sai about calling Naruto some absurd obscenity and watch poor Sai just stand there like: (°_°) lol what do I do? Naruto is snickering behind a tree because he just made that all up. Yamato probably has to intervene when he sees it. Will have to woodstyle justu you when he realizes you’re in mama bear mode.

Hes such a troublesome rat. You love him though. He’s your troublesome rat-son.

Naruto is used to you being hot headed like Tsunade when he gets into trouble, but if you ever take the disappointed route instead, he will cry lol. Like he hates that you’re actually disappointed with him, he didn’t mean to trick you into yelling at Sai, please forgive him.

All celebrations are done with Kakashi, Iruka, Naruto and yourself. Since you all don’t really have any real family to celebrate with, you’ve made your own. It’s so chaotic tho lol.

These events are always ‘surprises for Naruto’ so the cooking is up to you and Kakashi, but Kakashi is so fast at cooking he doesn’t even let you do anything. You have to physically stop him so you could do some of the work. Meanwhile Iruka sets up decorations for the event and he’s probably singing festive songs LOOL. Plus he can’t sing so it’s an extra headache ontop of you yelling at Kakashi to let you do some work.

Then you all surprise Naruto with your half burnt food (while you were fighting the food most definitely lit on fire) and extremely cheesy decorations. Oddly Iruka even decorated the floor. Like wtf. Anyways, Naruto doesn’t really care about how bad it actually was, he was just happy to have people around him that cared enough to invite him to a celebration.

The food is inedible so you go to Ichirakus instead and somehow persuade Iruka into paying for all four of you <3 this happens every holiday so he ends up just saving his money in preparation for it.

Naruto tries to be a matchmaker for you LMFAO. He tries to get you and Iruka together which ends so awkwardly omg, then he’ll try and get you and kakashi together which was even more awkward and DONT get me started on Yamato omg.. He was so nervous he just stared at you the whole time like a googley eyed tree frog or something. Each time you catch onto Naruros little Cupid schemes you tell him to buzz off and that you’re not interested, but he doesn’t listen.

Your other holiday celebrations may be badly executed, but you actually host the best birthdays for him!! You pair up with Tsunade, Shizune, Kakashi, Iruka and Sakura to throw him really memorable birthdays. They may not make up for all the ones he missed celebrations for already, but you do your best to make these extra memorable.

At the end of the night after every birthday party, you walk him home and pat his shoulder sadly talking about how he’s growing up so fast. You probably end up crying because you're sad the little doofus is maturing somewhat. You tell him that and he laughs. Once you’re at his apartment door he’ll grin tiredly and give you a big hug. “Thanks again, aunty y/n.” You probably cry again on the way home bc he actually hugged you. That’s so sentimental omg. That is roughly about what happens every single birthday.

For your birthdays he treats you to ramen and gets you some weird kitchen gadget or something. Figures you’re an adult and they probably need these things. You don't, but you appreciate the gift anyway. 

He buys you flowers every Mother’s Day. It makes you so emotional. You definitely cry. “Awe missus y/n! Not again. You’re so emotional.” He probably starts crying too though lol.

It breaks his heart to see you cry omg. Poor baby is like a lost puppy when you cry. Like not you’re over exaggerated crying, but your said painful crying. Once, after hearing some distressing news about the Akatsuki, you just break down. Naruto has become a son to you after all and you want to protect him so badly, but how can you do that when you’re up against powerful rouge ninjas? You cried in front of him for the when you two were having your weekly dinners at your place, all the sudden you just burst out crying and it hurt him so much because he knew it was because you were so worried about him.

Honestly, he probably ruffles your hair —like you do to him — in attempt to cheer you up. “It’s okay, Aunty y/n. I’ll take care of it, everything will be okay, believe it!”

Oh yah also, speaking of weekly dinners! You guys definitely get together at least once a month or if it’s a good time, once a week to have dinner. We all know Naruto only survives on ramen, so you try and cook him healthy food, but my god he resists so hard. Then you give him that warning look and he chows down that salad so fast lol.

so when that person starts acting weird, naruto wants to know why.

he asks, but the answers are evasive. i don't know what you're talking about. everything is fine. it's just your imagination.

but he knows that isn't true.

because he knows you like the back of his hand.

you were the first person to help him off the ground when someone knocked him down.

the first person to invite him over for dinner.

the first person who invited him to a festival, not embarrassed to be seen with him in public.

and even if you never lived together, naruto knew he could turn to you for encouragement and support when he struggled.

quietly, always; you were never one for being the center of attention.

but sometime after the foruth shinobi war, something changes.

he can feel it in the way he sometimes catches you smiling for no reason, or playing the cuffs of your shirtsleeves while dinner almost burns.

he calls your name and you snap to attention quickly, but not fast enough for naruto not to know something is up.

and you're always going somewhere, though you never reveal your destination.

he starts sniffing around when he can (and he thinks he is infinitely more sneaky about it than he is).

eventually, though, you take pity on him and drop the ruse, lead him right to the source of your sudden change in mood--the man seated by the desk in the rokudaime's office.

the moment you enter with lunch in hand, kakashi looks up with a resigned look on his face, already able to feel naruto's looming presence as he advances down the hall.

"i see you brought a guest today," he says, standing to lean across the desk and give you a swift cloth-covered kiss.

"i hope you don't mind."

kakashi chuckles the moment before naruto bursts through the door, all bravado.

"kakashi-sensei! what do you think you're doing?!"

you laugh as he yells, dressing down his former teacher until kakashi looks about ready to shunshin to the valley of the end.

"naruto."

your voice is calm, caring, but firm, and the blonde menace snaps to attention immediately.

"what are you doing with kakashi-sensei, anyway? did he trick you into bringing him lunch?"

you shoot kakashi an affectionate smile. "kakashi did not trick me, i promise. i am here of my own free will."

you chuckle and kakashi heaves a long-suffering sigh.

"we're togther, naruto," you say, "dating."

naruto isn't exactly sure how to feel.

of course he's happy for you to have found someone, but did it have to be kakashi. he's so weird!

and yeah, maybe he's also a great shinobi and a pretty good hokage (naruto would be better one day, of course, believe it!), but why on earth would you want to... kiss him... or... whatever else people in relationships did with one another.

his blue eyes glance frantically between your serene smile and the tense lines between kakashi's eyebrows.

he sighs, leans heavily across the desk until he and the rokudaime are almost nose to nose.

"if you hurt her, kakashi-sensei, my first decree as hokage will be to burn every copy of icha icha in existence. do you understand?"

kakashi hums thoughtfully, leaning back in his chair and tugging a familiar orange book from his vest.

"i understand," he says, "but that does mean you'll have to find all the copies."

kakashi's eyes flick to yours and he gives you a quick wink before disappearing in a puff of smoke, leaving a rather stumpy log in his place.

"kakashi-sensei!" naruto fumes, spinning in a wild circle as he shouts, "you better take this seriously! i mean it! if you hurt her, i swear i'l--"

"naruto."

he turns to find you still smiling, holding out a bento box.

he takes it, confused, the tension leaving his body when you shrug.

"no sense in letting it go to waste. you still have time to share lunch with me, don't you?"

his whole countenance softens.

of course he does.

naruto enjoys the meal immensely, and you laugh as he describes all the ways he's going to change the hokage's office when it's his turn to wear the hat.

"i think i can even fit a little ramen stand right over there in the corner if we get rid of some of these books."

you listen contentedly, glad you no longer have to keep secrets from naruto.

kakashi, for his part, very much enjoys the bento you left for him on the counter in your kitchen with a note that says, "thanks for understanding."

of course he does. he always will. and he has no plans to test naruto's promise to wipe his favorite book series from the earth.

doesn't mean he isn't going to hide away a few extra copies.

“…yes,” you whimper.

“Then fucking arch it.”

You sniffle. “Okay.”

He breaks character and huffs out a laugh as he watches you continue to helplessly stretch and squelch around him, making a creamy mess all along his shaft. He straightens his back, big hands now firmly grabbing your hips as he picks up the pace.

“Yeahh—stay right there,” his chest rumbles as he lets out a low, drawn-out groan. The smack of his hips growing louder, driving himself right into that little spot that won’t stop screaming for his attention.

It has his attention now.

The new angle had you whining into the pillow, absolutely reeling from how good he was at this, despite his complaints. He knows how to be rough. Nearly lifting you off the bed once he starts pulling your hips back, heavy balls smacking against your sensitive clit as he makes you meet each and every rough thrust he delivers.

“F-fuckk!” you choke out, barely able to form a coherent sentence as you start babbling out a bunch of words.

“So fuckin’ spoiled.” He complains, but just barely. “C’mon brat—you’ve been working me like a fuckin’ dog, give it to me already.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” He doesn’t believe you. You sound like you’re in heaven right now. “Mmhh—I love you so much.” His scowl deepens. “So, so much—you’re so fucking big.“

“Tch.” He grabs a handful of your hair, then yanks you back until you’re up against his chest, lips grazing your ear while muttering in it. “I don’t want an apology. What I want is for you to cum on my fuckin’ cock already. Or should I just stop?”

“No, no don’t! Please! I’m trying, I swear,” you begin to plead with the man.

“Try harder.” Then he smiled, because he felt you squeeze around him. “Jesus Christ—you need to me talk you through it too? The chocolates supposed to make you horny, sweetheart. Not useless.”

“It’s not my fault,” you whimper, and squeeze around him again, pulling a condescending huff out of him.

“You poor thing,” he hums. “Probably spent the whole day waiting for me to come home so I could make you feel better, huh?”

His breath tickles your ear and you nearly moan. “Mhm—I thought about it all day.”

“Well aren’t you sweet,” he mutters, tone as condescending as ever. “You got what you wanted, too. I’ve been taking care of you for a while now. How many times have I cum in you now?”

“I… I don’t know—“

“Of course you fuckin’ don’t.” He cuts you off, unamused by your answer. “Want me to do it again? Fill you up, make you feel all nice and warm?”

“Please.”

“Give me what I want then. If these sheets aren’t soaked by the time I’m about to cum again, I’m pulling out and finishing on your face,” he lets go of your hair and begins to laugh. You don’t get much of a chance to react before you feel the pads of his fingers on your clit, pulling a gasp out of you once he starts rubbing little circles on top of already fucking you. “Heh—let’s see if playing with this cute little clit saves you.”

And he knows you don’t deserve it—any of it, honestly. Unfortunately, he can’t help himself, not with the reactions he gets out of you. He married you for many reasons—getting to spend the rest of his life with a squirter was one of them. The moment your breathing grows labored and you sound like you’re gonna start to cry, his lids grow heavy and he starts saying all the things he told himself he wouldn’t say today.

"Yeahhh, that’s it, baby—fuuuuck—takin’ it so good.” He is fucking gone. Voice thick, filled with nothing but lust and awe as he presses against your lower belly. “C’mon, you want it here, right? Yeah, you know what to do—don’t let some fuckin’ asshole finish on your sweet little face.”

Yes. Your husband just degraded himself. And you just egg him on without meaning to. You were already whining about how it was too much, the incoherent “want it inside,” just made it better worse.

“I will, I’ll give you so fuckin’ much if you just give me one—just one. Easy. Shit—I’ll fill you up as much as you want afterwards.” He doesn’t know what he’s saying, but that doesn’t matter when it’s what has you crying and trembling and finally gushing around his cock.“Yeah, that’s it. That’s it, that’s—fuuuuck yeah. Good job, sweetheart—good fuckin’ job. Fuck.”

Funny enough, he came right after you, which was a relief because that meant his job was done and he was finally able to give his dick a fucking break after hours of feeling like he was working for free, when he had already worked a regular eight hour shift prior. The biggest relief of all was seeing you lie limp in bed, after slightly worrying if you ever actually would.

He leans over you with a smug smile, already having forgotten how much you pissed him off earlier as he moved some hair away from your face. Checking to see if you’re actually asleep or not, then feeling a deep sense of peace when seeing that you are. He presses a kiss against your cheekbone, and in the most loving way hopes you stay that way because he cannot do that again. Then finally, he gets up to use the bathroom.

The peace is only lasts four steps until it’s completely shattered again when he hears your weak voice.

“Are you ready to go again?”