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“S-stop! Y-you fuc-ahhh-ing bastard!” He sobbed out, biting down on his bottom lip leaving it split and bleeding, when you roughly thrust into his ruined hole. The head of your cock ramming into his abused prostate. 

Low muttered volatile curses in foreign language left his lips. The sharp pain mixed with pleasure forced out watery cum that spat out of his cock, spattering on his stomach and face. His body rocking involuntarily with the movements of your thrusts. 

“Y-you took enough! S-stop!!” He choked out, fat tears unknowingly rolling down his cheek mixing with his cum. Its salty taste clung to his lips falling onto his tongue. 

“Have I?” You slow just enough to make it look like your actually considering it. Glazed over eyes meet yours, a broken sob leaving his swollen lips. 

“Y-yes! P-please stop…mercy!” He begged, despite the humiliation that burned in his veins. His hands fisted against the sheets, fingernails digging into the silk sheets.

“Well, that’s for me to decide.” You give a sharp grin and continue. Shoving your thick cock in again, hitching his hips higher to press in deeper. A sharp whine like noise leaving his lips. 

“No no no! Do-don’t or..or!” He sobbed louder, wailing his words broken with hitched breaths as he desperately tried to suck in air. One last sharp thrust that pressed in deeper, deeper that he could have thought was possible. 

“Or I’ll cum!” He let out a broken sob, face twisted in pleasure, arching into the touch, crying as he finished. Cum splattered in an arch against your both chest, untouched squirting like a bitch in heat. 

The great mafia leader reduced to a begging slut. 

Pain mixed with pleasure in a delicious combination that sent him spiraling when you didn’t stop. The long drag of your cock taking against his abused walls, pressing against his sweet spot with relentless pressure.

“Ah ah! St-stop! Pl’ease!!” The words barely registered to him. All he could feel was the intense pleasure that kept washing over him in waves consuming him, pulling him under a hazy of pleasure and overstimulation. 

Your hands on his body and lips agaisnt  his skin sent warm sparks of pleasure, drowned out by each thrust. 

He couldn’t keep going. He was too old for this. To be used recklessly, forced to come multiple times and toyed with. 

But he couldn’t help the pleasure that came with it. His cock laid soft agaisnt his stomach, even with his stamina depleted, the dizzying pleasure and pain, that forced his cock to harden to half mast. 

Your hot thick cock stretching out his hole like a fuck toy. Legs forced up held in a bruising grip. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh punctuated with the lewd slick of lube making the glide of your cock easier, driving him crazy. 

He doesn’t even remember when he passed out. All he remembers is being manhandled into a different position. Thighs raised up and hip canted out, and the sting of your teeth that forced a keening whine out his throat. 

And then your hand a tight firm grip wrapped around the base of his cock. The callous of your palm from years of handling weapons tugging against the over sensitive skin, the veins throbbing warm against your palm. 

His eyes squeezed shut like he could hide form the humiliation. Moans forced out his throat, from the dual sensation of being used and jerked off. 

“F-fuckkk! St’p!” He begged hands wrapped around your shoulder to hold on. Nails dug into your skin. It felt so good. Too good, your hand jerking his cock at a slow pace. brutal pace of your hips thrusting against his. 

There was no relief, not a thought in his head. Only you, your cock molding his hole to fit it, marks that burned on his skin with shame and the way you kept him in place. 

He couldn’t cum. He couldn’t keep up to you. You just took and took and all he could do was beg and give. 

“Who do you like better now, boss?” You purred low and gravely into his ear pounding into his ass.

He could barely think about your question, fucked to incoherency. He winched and let out a whine when your hand pressed tighter around his cock at his non-response. 

“Answer me, boss.” Your mouth teased his earlobe. Teeth scraping against it and the sensitive spot behind it. “Who do you like better? That bloodhound of yours? Or me?”

Ah. Is that why you were punishing him? 

In the back of his mind, where he still had a bit of his sanity, he knew who you were talking about.

A new recruit who’d risen up the ranks fast. Bloodthirsty, ruthless and loyal, the perfect person to hold close and use. 

Were you mad that people had been gossiping about him being better than you? That he had a new favorite?

He meant nothing to him. You were his everything. He was obsessed with you. Why else would he let you do this to him? Manhandle and use him like a cheap whore?

He reached up with a shaky hand to touch your cheek. You tilted your head and kissed his palm, obedient on the surface but your eyes on him were feral and dark. 

“Y-y’u,” he slurred. He could barely function. His tongue heavy and eyes half lidded but the insistent heat in his stomach and your dumb thick cock refused to let him drift off. “Mmn… no’n… but y’u..” 

Your lips curled into a smile that had more sharp teeth than anything. Your pace sped back up as heat builds up more nearing your climax. “That’s right. Only I can make you feel like this.”

As you thrusted in deeper and spilled into his ruined hole. He was beyond gone. 

He couldn’t think anymore. Cock weakly twitching when he ejaculated again, watery cum forced out the angry tip. Barely a few drops, his cock was flushed a heated red and soft against his navel. His vision flickering to black again. 

What more could he want with you here?

Life was simple. Fight, kill and every few years a hero would prance in, spouting nonsense about beating you, the demon king. And every time they’d get beat up. 

He was supposed to be the current hero. The one to beat you. So why was he on his knees in front of you? 

His hole drooling with lube gaping open clenching down on nothing as you teased his over sensitive cock with a hand. 

This is not what he meant when he said he could take you. He meant a fight, but this? He can’t take it anymore. So please please let him come! He’d be good! He promised not to be a brat! He’d never say it again! 

He definitely would. After a week come right back to you begging demanding that you fight him again. Only to moan like a slut when you pin him and spread his legs again. A sizable pink plug already in his shaved pussy. 

The needy little slut had gotten ready for you. Shaving and prepping himself, looking back at you from on his hands and knees, like a whore. Your whore. Pupils practically shaped like hearts in his eyes arching his back to show off his slutty waist. All that towering muscle now pliable and so tempting. 

“P-please” he whined, all hoarse filled with need and lust. “I need you.” he continued reaching back to spread his fat ass open. Thick fingers digging into the plush cheeks holding it open for your viewing. 

That pink pluckered hole flexing obscenely from being stretched, dripping thick drops of lube down his cheeks like slick. 

He turned back and gave you the most pathetic puppy eyes. The cocky hero, now begging for a cock. Your cock. Your hands on him. Your attention. He couldn’t live without it. 

So hey, breed him full of your thick demon seed again and wait for him to come back next week in a sluttier outfit. 

Someone like You <3

warning: cussing, violence, choking, bruises, hate sex, mild death, slut shaming, blood, kidnapping, sex

Summary: Sukuna has been unsealed, and he finds you reincarnated, but with no memory of him. He lost you once, and he will not make the same mistake again.

notes: This is the human!Reader version, I have an idea for a curse!reader version too.

Continuation of Words have Action pt 1 is here

pt 2 is here

You looked the same. Your outfit had changed but not you. The same curtain of  detachment in your cold eyes, the false warmth in your smile that led unsuspecting prey to their demise. 

It was the same one that brought him, the king, to his knees. The same one he thawed out, cutting through the ice forcibly and fitting him into your life like a perfect puzzle piece. 

Unhealthy and codependent, new words that matched your relationship perfectly. He was yours and you couldn't be anyone else’s. It was you and him. Never alone and never apart. 

It was how it was and should have been. 

Till the day those sorcerers ripped you out his cold hands. Your face etched into his memory as you slit your own neck, even in the last moment refusing defeat at someone’s else’s hands. It was the last thing he'd seen before he was sealed away. It didn't haunt him. He was glad. You weren't allowed to live without him. 

But he was once again, alone. He once had the world in his hands, and yet when he sealed away, all he could see were the strings you held over him. The strings he would have torn from his own tendons to remake. To have you back. 

Eras had passed but your hold, your power over him remained. Unbroken. The chains, that had held him, tightened around him when your eyes met his now. 

Cold, detached, and cruel. If he was the devil then you were the God who made him evil. 

He'd lost you once. The sweet smell of your blood flooding his senses. The distance from your fallen body and where he was trapped. You’d left him and he left you.

This time, he'd drag you to hell with him. Or you could both rule whatever was left of this rotten shithole.

You just can’t leave him.

…

Kidnapping shouldn’t be this peaceful, you vaguely thought. 

The cell you were locked in was a penthouse. You got gourmet meals three times a day, snacks when you were hungry and the minute you opened your mouth to complain about anything, it would be fixed within minutes. 

There were no chains, no bars. Even the white haired person treated you with respect. Far too used your presence. 

It would have been a relaxing vacation if you weren’t fucking kidnapped off the street. 

You were just minding your business when a stranger, Sukuna he called himself, walked up to you and just carried you away. Literally, picked you up in a princess carry carefully like you were fragile porcelain, and basically teleported to a penthouse overlooking the city. 

No warning or anything. Just you tossed onto the bed and hands running down your body like he was trying to map it. Tracing the contours like it was his birth right, earning a punch to his face.

The man didn’t even flinch. Not to brag but you weren’t a bad punch, you had even taken up martial arts for a few years but the guy didn’t even flinch. Even as his nose bleed, he gave a arrogant smirk and wiped the blood off his nose. 

“You haven’t changed a day.” The bastard muttered in a smug tone that made you want to smack him again. You didn’t think of yourself as a violent person. Being kidnapped by a hot guy might have even been fine if it wasn’t this particular guy. 

For some odd reason your blood boiled at the sight of him. And you were irritated just being near him. 

A vein in your temple throbbed and you scoff pissed off. “Changed? Don’t talk like you know me, bastard. I never met a crazy psycho like you.” 

You shoved him off you. He didn’t stumble, just leaned back as if abiding by your wishes and making space. Crimson eyes never left yours for a second, even as you got out of the bed. 

“Don’t touch me.” You snarled coldly and stalk to the door. He could try to stop you, even if he drugged you or something for fast transport to kidnap you. You sure as hell wouldn’t let him do it again. 

“Cleave.”

Right as your hand reached for the doorknob, the handle broke into four thin slices falling to the floor like salami. The atmosphere in the room felt heavy, like there was a blanket of malevolence in the air, thickening it. 

It filled your lung, dark and heavy but didn’t restrict you. It felt almost familar, the way it burrowed into your body like it belonged there. But you were to focused on the fact that a fucking metal doorknob cut itself into pieces. 

Monster. Was the first word that popped into your head. Whatever it was the man had done, it wasn’t humanly possible.

The second was: who the hell does this guy think he is? 

Maybe because you lacked a few crucial brain cells, or maybe you were over confident. Or something else entirey. 

You had the bright idea of yanking the collar of the psycho kidnapper, who possibly had telekinesis.

“What the hell was that? You think I’m scared of you?” You scoff with a nasty glare. “Do your worst, bastard.” 

His eyes widened minutely with surprise before he spoke. “Sukuna.” He said suddenly. He made no move to push you away. Crimson eyes flickered to your hand and then your face with a flicker of unidentifiable emotion. 

“What?”

“Call me Sukuna.” 

“No.” 

Sukuna scowled, “You still know how to piss off, don’t you? You’ll be calling out my name soon either way.”

A vein in your temple throbbed. This asshole really pissed you off. Something about his absurdly handsome face was punchable. But he didn’t let up and continued. 

“You’re mine now, brat. Don’t think about leaving again.”  …

So here you were. Locked away in a rich fucking penthouse, pampered and spoiled but didn’t give a fuck. You’d attempted to break out multiple times, even going as far as trying to escape through the window.

Which, in hindsight, was a terrible idea. Even worse, considering your captor’s reaction when he found you dangling perilously on a ledge.

A part of you hummed with pleasure since the normally confident man was worried. You’d been half tempted to jump, wondering if he’d jump after you.

That had been quickly thwarted when the androgynous white-haired person turned the edge into an icy platform.

You’d been half in disbelief and half fury seeing it. Dragged back into the penthouse by a scowling Sukuna. And then, all fury, when he proceeded to lecture you about the dangers of dying like you were a child and put a gold bracelet around your wrist.

The bracelet was, of course, a chain that you were unable to remove. Well, it was the idyllic, stylish version of one. The minute you even stepped a toe outside, Sukuna would appear and drag you back in, cursing and furious.

You had no idea what he even wanted from you, other than you being his. Whatever that meant. Other than being stuck in the penthouse, whatever you wanted delivered to your seat.

A handsome man who would literally massage your feet after you tried to escape again and kicked him, complaining that he was too hard to kick.

The only thing that truly pissed you off was that he refused to answer any questions. About what he wanted from you. About whatever magic he and the white-haired person were using.

Oh, and the nights pissed you off too.

Because Sukuna, as it turned out, wanted one thing other than you staying with him.

Sex. 

For all his composure, Sukuna was nothing but a needy slut for you. And boy, was he needy at night. 

…

Lewd noises filled the room. Each squelch followed by tight wet heat sinking around your cock. Delicious friction that dragged up your hardness. The heat and pleasure driving you crazy, your hips instinctively chasing the warmth as his hips lifted back up. 

A steady rhythm that your pleasure addled mind wanted to destroy. 

Your hands snaked up his torso, to his neck, wrapping your hands around them squeezing. The pads of your thumb against the hollow of his throat, each noise he let out resonating though you. His body trembled above you, tight walls spasmed around your cock, milking you. 

“Ahh~ f’uck!” Moans spilled from his swollen lips as you choked him. The lack of air didn’t prevent him from riding your cock vigorously. His hole was a tight velvety heat, filthy squelching filling the room as he moved up and down. 

You could see your dick from inside him, the way it bulged in his lower stomach. Disappearing and reappearing into the fat globes as he bounced on your cock. 

The muscles in his spread thick thighs flexing obscenely. Tattoos wrapped around both his thighs showing off even the tiniest twitch in his thighs, trembling tanned skin as he penetrated himself again and again with your cock. 

You hated it. Hated the way it felt so fucking right. Like his slutty hole was made for your cock. Hated how some part of you didn’t hate it. 

Your hands around his throat loosened and slipped down his chest. Grabbing a handful of his meaty tits you squeezed punishingly. The sudden jolt of pain made him shudder above you, a low moan slipping from him  when you pinched the dusky pink nipple. 

A whore. Your whore. 

He certainly looked like one now. 

Heat pooled in your stomach and you held his hips in a bruising grip, and you started to meet his movements. Hips moving up to meet him, sending your cock buried inside deeper.  He let out a low mewling whine, eyes rolling back letting you manhandle his body. 

You snapped your hips up hard and fast. A hand wrapped back around Sukuna’s neck, tight. You fucked into his hole like a starved beast, more animal than man relentless and rough. 

There was no need for you to control your strength with him. Sukuna was meant to take. And he would. He'd take and take and take from you, consume you whole. 

His greed was endless. Restraint was never a word used with him. 

You were all he needed. The feeling of your stupidly big cock, molding his insides into its shape. Fucking into him without abandon. Your hand around his neck like a priceless necklace. He craved this. He craved you. 

You hated the look on his face. The sheer bliss in his eyes, as you ruined his hole. His tits and ass jiggling as you bounced him on your cock. A ring of handprint bruises laid down matching his tattoos around his neck and hips. 

Flipping your positions around, you pressed him against the bed face down. The brief moment without your cock inside him, had him mewling in disagreement. You hated the way you felt the same.

You thrusted back into his hole, the rim of his hole twitching around your cock. A low moan of pleasure leaving his throat that you could relate to.

“I hate you,” you snarled, lowly into his ears. 

The bastard had the audacity to laugh. A low breathless sound, fading into a moan. 

“It's too late, brat.” he purred hoarsely, turning to look back at you. Both pairs of crimson eyes hazy and dilated with desire focused solely on you. “You're already mine.” 

In a swift move, without dislodging your cock inside of him, he flipped onto his back. Thick thighs wrapping around your waist, his heels digging into your spine. 

He guided your hand up to his lips, brushing them over your palm in twisted devotion before wrapping your fingers back around his neck. His lips curled into a soft smirk, reaching a hand up to caress your cheekbone with a rough thumb.

Drawing your head closer for a hungry kiss.

Your chest ached. You hated him. You loathed him. And yet you couldn’t escape his hold, nor did you want to. But a part of you gnawed inside you, screaming that he’d done something, broken a promise you couldn’t remember. Something important that you couldn’t forgive.

Tangled figments of visions or memories slipped from your fingers like fine white sand in a dream. Nothing you could fully recount. 

Always centered around one person. Sukuna, or a taller four-armed version of him. You hated how much you loved him. How affection felt like a vice around your lungs, dragging you into a treacherous sea.

You’d never make it out alive.

That’s why you needed to hate him.

But faced with his affection and devotion, your defenses fell day by day.

When you finally came inside him your grip on his neck loosened. Your head falling to the crook of his neck, as his hands carded through the strands with tenderness you didn’t know men like him even had. 

“I hate you.” You muttered, almost petulantly, against his tanned marked up skin.

You wanted to hate him. But he made it impossible. It was as if he fit perfectly into whatever jagged shape your heart was in. 

“Hate me all you want, brat. I’m not leaving.” His voice came low and gravely wrecked from being choked. Your hands tightened digging into his flesh. 

“Don’t leave.”

His face was older, more mature, but the same arrogant smirk remained. Wrapped in his arms, you hoped it would last. His mouth opened and he said something. Soundless.

Top! Male! Dom! Younger! Yandere! Manipulative! Clan leader! Reader x Sub! Bottom! Darling! Toji

Summary: When you first saw Toji, you were interested in his potential. As you both grew up, you started wanting more. Even if you had to lay a few schemes and plots, at least you two were happy now. 

warning: sex, fingering, cussing, manipulation, blood(mild), violence(mild), murder(Toji kills someone else)

“Is this okay?” He muttered, an embarrassed look on his face. A pink flush had crept onto his cheeks, spreading down to his neck and partially on his exposed chest. 

His pecs heaving with each unsteady breath he took. The dusty pink bud hard from the cold begging to be touched. Toji’s firm muscular body, usually hidden under the layers of his yukuta, now out on display for your eyes.

The best part was lower. His hard cock standing at attention, curved and flushed red. Beads of precum dripping down the veiny length. A sizable, thick cock perfect for a man like Toji. 

It was a shame what you had in mind only required something else. 

Two thick fingers were slick pressed into his tight virgin hole. The stretch was not easy even with the excessive lube that dripped onto the sheets below. With each slow thrust of his fingers into his hole, a wet squelching noise accompanied it. 

“It is. It’s normal to feel uncomfortable at first, baby.” You cooed placatingly, your hand reached forward and caressed the man’s cheek. Thumb brushing over his shaved chin, because he wanted to make an effort for you, and caressed his scarred lip. 

“Okay.” The towering strength that was Toji, nuzzled your hand like a content cat. The tip of his pink tongue flickered out to brush against the pad of your thumb almost instinctually, a reflexive movement of something he remembered you liked. 

Something he remembered because you conditioned him into it. 

You had to bite your tongue to restrain yourself. It wouldn’t make much sense to give in now. Not after years of waiting to make him yours. Of stolen moments, conditioning and manipulation. 

How else would you have him here? Spread open, exposed, on his knees fucking himself open with his fingers, eyes hazy with something dangerously close to devotion and love. Leaning into your touches like a touch starved pet. 

You remember the first time you saw him. Years ago in the courtyard where he was  insulted and yelled at. On his knees, tea dripping down his face and hair like a mangy dog. 

Being one of the more important people in the Zenin clan, you didn’t bother much with gossip. But you just from the lack of cursed energy, that the boy kneeling was The Black Sheep of the Zenin. 

You had watched for a second, the bullies hurling names at the unresponsive teen. You weren’t really interested in lower class people, but something about the boy caught your eyes. Maybe it was the tension in his shoulder like a predator getting ready to pounce or the way his fists clenched tightly around the fabric of his coarse yukata.

Either way, you were interested in this Black Sheep at first glance. 

So when the bullies moved closer, presumably to hurt him, you stepped in. Not out of the goodness of your heart. But just to see his reaction. 

As expected the boys seeing you in your silk yukata and cold glare scampered off knowing not to mess with you. 

Then you turned to look at the boy, defiant in posture but still kneeling. There were a myriad of statements you could have said, dismissals, cold comments, sneers or even mock concern. All of it died under sharp green eyes. 

How could someone so suppressed have such a strong gaze? For a second your heart skipped a beat. Maybe he did have cursed energy, or else how could he affect you? 

Instead of anything you had in mind before, you found yourself extending a hand. A shy smile on your face that covered up the thoughts that spiraled in your head. 

“Are you okay?”

The black sheep of Zenin? Not anymore. The only thing they’d associate him with, from now, would be you.

At first glare, you were utterly obsessed with him. 

So you planned and schemed. It was easy enough to make sure Toji was close to you, pulling some strings to make sure he got placed in a room close by. 

You’d play the savior, using people as cannon fodder. Pawns to be placed and make their move, remind him of your kindness and care so he’d learn to run back to you again and again. 

For the most part of your teen years you just wanted to possess him. Occupy his thoughts like he did yours. And then he hit 20 while you were 18. His muscle growth doubled, filling out in all the right places. 

Suddenly more people turned to look at him when he passed and you hated that. So you spun your schemes, kept him busy till you got a foothold in the clan. Pulling strings to keep him occupied with curses, trackers and summons watching him. 

You’d waited so many fucking years since you met him for this. For Toji as he is now, 27, a virgin and all yours for the taking. 

It started with light touches, then kissing as practice, coaxed from pliant lips with soft reassurances and puppy eyes. Then longer touches, lingering on his body. Kisses that stole his breath and heated touches. 

You taught him how to please you, gently guiding him through all his firsts. All your firsts too. Caressing his jaw during blowjobs, tugging and correcting him till pleasuring you was something he barely thought twice about. 

Now that your position was secured, there was nothing stopping you from claiming what was already yours. 

…

Your hand caressed down his spine to the curve of his ass, and then brushed over his sopping wet spread hole. The rim twitched but gave way when you pressed your finger alongside the other two fingers. 

Toji’s breath hitched, eyes winding slightly, kiss swollen lips parting but letting out nothing but sharp pants and gasps. 

“Ah~Ngh~[name] don’t touch me there.” His breath caught when your finger slid in alongside his other still fingers, slimmer than his but more long to brush further inside. 

“I told ya I got this.” He muttered unconvincingly, his cock twitching under your gaze, green eyes averted. 

“I’m sure you do, baby. But you said you got this for 20 minutes. If you don’t want to continue today, we can stop.” You said amused your fingers slowly sliding out. 

“No!” He blurted out, his free hand moving to clasp down on your wrist, to keep your finger in. “No. I got this” He cleared his throat, his grip loosened but he didn’t let go. 

How adorable, Toji was perfect. Your sanity was holding on by a single thread. It was a miracle and a nod to your restraint that you didn’t fuck him then minute he looked at you flushed, his body exposed and lewdly fingering himself while listening to you. 

Curiously your finger pressed in further, and Toji’s eyes widened a strangled noise leaving his throat when you curled your finger into the spot. 

“Found it.” You cooed and rub against it. “Isn’t it better now?”

“Oh f-fuck! I don’t think imma, ple’se. pl’ease it’s not enough!” His voice came out shaky, low hoarse and broken, utterly sexy. 

“Alright baby.” You cooed sweetly, but your eyes were dark with hunger. With an easy move you pressed the older man under you sprawled on bed. 

In the new position you got a better view of his swollen hole, tight but slightly open. Opening and closing like it was waiting to be filled. 

Your hands ran down his body, his skin sensitive to your touch from being teased and groped, jumping under it. Your fingers brushed over Toji’s lips and even without instructions, he reflexively opened his mouth to let your slip your fingers instead. 

His tongue swirling around your finger with soft breathily low moans. Eyes glazing over with a sheen of water and lust when you pressed them deeper into his throat.  

“Thanks baby.” You drop a kiss onto his lips when you pull your fingers out after they are wet enough and press them into his hole. 

The heat of his body and silky wet warmth draws you in like a moth to flame. Lining up against it, you take in the beautiful sight under you. Willing, pliant and needy Toji wrapped his arms around your neck and tugged you into a kiss. 

Kissing came with ease after years of practice. Your tongue dancing together in harmony, and his glossy eyes met yours and he nodded. 

“Do it or I’ll make ya.” He said gruffly, hands tightening around your shoulders minusculely. His hips rocked forward to brush his hole against the head of your aching cock, the feeling making your groan. 

What a brat. You were patient for so long. It’s high time you got your reward. 

Your hand brushed, a stray hair from his face, sharp green eyes mellowed out looked at you with trust and love. “Alright baby.” 

…

“[Name] is manipulating you!” The sorcerer panted out desperately. The man, his target, was a trembling mess, blood spilling from the gaps between his fingers as he tried to stem the bleeding. 

His breath came out in short panicked gasps, fearful eyes tracking Toji as he moved closer. Toji didn’t hesitate, or flatter in his approach. Flicking the blood of his cursed blade.

“Didn’t you hear me! [Name] is manipulating y—!” His voice cut off into a choked gurgle as his head fell to the floor in a dull thud, rolling a few inches before stopping. Laying sideways, his terrified expression stuck on his face, eyes stared unseeing at Toji, mouth agape in surprise.  His body crumbled like a puppet with its strings cut. 

Toji rubbed his jaw with the back of his knuckles scratching an itch. “I heard ya. I just didn’t want to hear something I already know.” 

It wasn’t like he was dumb. He’s been years in that shithole of a clan alone. It would be pathetic if he couldn’t realize when he’s being manipulated. 

He pressed his weapon back into the cursed spirit inventory you’d gotten him. Washing his hands and changing his blood changed shirt into another black shirt and headed back to the clan. 

The one you’d take over. Servants and even other members moved to the side when he passed. For a failure of the Zenin treated like shit, now they were scared of him. None of them dared to speak or act even if they hated it. Either in fear of you or him killing them and you brushing their death off with a smile. 

You’d brought change to the clan when you’d taken over, ruthless and cunning. Challenging you wasn’t just a physical challenge but a mental one. Your schemes and tricks ran so deep and though it was like you could anticipate the future and change it to your own benefit.

He paused in the garden. The same one he’d been humiliated in. Now blooming with a variety of flowers and trees. One for each season to keep the garden in constant bloom. 

When he heard footsteps behind him he didn’t move. Your fingers trailed over his waist and your chin rested on his shoulder. A pout on your pretty lips. 

“You’re late,” you complained softly, your voice thick with sleep and just a touch of coyness. The soft strands of your hair brushed against his cheek, and your half-lidded eyes, hazy with drowsiness, looked deceptively pretty.

A sly fox pretending to be a docile housecat to lure in prey. Showing your claws like they couldn’t tear out his heart. 

You were worse than everyone in the fucking clan. At least they showed their true colors to his face. 

His hand reached up and brushed a hair out your face, cradling your jaw with tenderness he didn’t think he was capable of. You leaned into the touch with a sigh, eyes fluttering shut. 

“What’s wrong?” You asked quietly, looking at him under your lashes. All soft features and doe eyes. Like you weren’t capable of anything wrong. As though the blood on your hands didn’t stain you anymore.

“I…” Toji always wondered why you chose him. Why you decided to wrap him up in chains and soft words and drown him in the sweet poison. 

His voice choked up on the words as his lips parted. Throat going dry, the words clogging in his throat like gravel. 

What would he do if the answer was something he didn’t want to hear? Could he leave? Could he survive without you?

“Toji? Baby?” You leaned in and brushed your lips against his. The contact sent sparks of need and comfort though him. “You can tell me anything.”

Do you really love him? Or do you not? Do you think he’s pathetic? Are you just using him for his skill and body?

Would you be bored of him?

The thought hurt worse than anything else. The idea that one day you’d get bored and find someone better. Someone more entertaining, more interesting to obsess over. 

That’s why he gladly sunk into the mold you carved for him. Let your honeyed words twist around him and lay trapped in your webs like willing prey. 

You already took his heart, and body. What more did he have left? 

There was no way he’d survive separation. 

“Nothing. Just…” he pressed his forehead to yours, even towering over you, he felt so small under your gaze. Like a small animal caught in a predator’s maw, resigned to the predator’s whim. “I love you.”

Your lips curled into a smile, small and real unlike the fake ones you showed to the world. “I love you more.” 

An unwilling chuckle left his lips. “It’s not a competition, brat.” Breathing in your scent fresh roses and honey, mixing into something like ambrosia. “…I love you even more.”

The laugh that left your lips, made your expression brighter like the sun rising. “You’re cheating!” You teased, eyes gleaming in his light with joy. “I love you more than that.”

You were his everything. From the moment you offered your hand to him. 

Whatever you did in this lifetime, as long it was spent with moments like this with him, he’d forgive. He’d stay with you forever. And if you tried to leave? He’d follow you to the ends of the Earth and even to death. 

“Bite me,” he grumbled, unable to hide the slight smile that tugged his lips. Before you could reply with another tease his lips met yours. 

Summary: Your stepbrother is picture perfect. The golden boy of the family. It’s too bad that his desire is you.

warning: pseudo incest(step siblings), sex, degradation, cussing, feminine wear, masochistic(a bit), manipulation

“First in your college again?” Your dad gave your stepbrother a pat on his back. A proud smile spread across his face as he carefully looked over the report card in his hands.

“That’s my boy.” Your father chuckled softly. “What do you want as a reward?”

Your stepbrother gave him that angelic smile of his. He was the picture perfect son. First rank in college, captain of the basketball team, and the campus heartthrob.

With his perfect features, toned body, charm and a balance of sports talent and academic brilliance, he was admired or envied by all. But it was undeniable how talented he was. 

“Spring break is coming soon,” he said, his voice humble and polite. “I was thinking a short vacation at the beach would be a relaxing break.”

“Of course!” Your dad chuckled, clearly pleased, his chest puffed with pride. “You can take the beach house. And the boats too. Go out and have some fun.”

Your stepbrother flashed that charming smile, dimples deep and teeth pearly white. “Thanks, Dad!”

Compared to the enthusiasm your dad showed him, the reaction he gave you was much milder. His smile faded as he picked up your report card. A faint look of disappointment crossed his face when he saw your average grades.

He gave a sigh. In his mind, compared to your extraordinary older brother, you were a lost cause. It was obvious to see who would succeed the businesses he owned. 

You honestly couldn’t care less what the old man thought. 

Your stepbrother put on that sweet smile again and slung his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer against his chest. The scent of his expensive cologne surrounded you, subtle and refined with a faint hint of sandalwood. He stood more than a head taller than you, his frame solid from hours at the gym and on the court.

His firm chest pressed against your cheek as he leaned down to ruffle your hair. “Don’t be so harsh on [Name], Dad. I know they tried their best.”

The words were wrapped in sympathy and sugar, but the sting underneath was obvious. A gentle reminder of where you stood.

“I would be more than happy to let my little sibling join me for a relaxing spring break,” your stepbrother said in a friendly, welcoming tone. His hand slid from your hair to rest lightly at your waist. His eyes gleamed, something sharp flickering behind the warmth.

At the brotherly affection, your father nodded pleased. All he saw was an older brother caring for his younger sibling. Naturally, he wanted his children to care for one another, to stand side by side and support each other in the future.

You nearly scoffed, biting on your tongue to hold back a retort. 

If only he knew what your dearest big brother truly wanted.

..

“God, you’re such a slut.” you drawled, your voice thick with boredom. You let out a slow sigh, keeping the disinterest clear in your expression even as warmth pooled in your stomach. “You really had to take up my entire spring break to be fucked? 

Above you, your step brother sank back down on your cock. Each movement riding your cock accompanied by a moan and the lewd noise of squelching, lube dripping out his stretched hole like a woman's pussy. 

“Ah! Ahh~ s’rry. M’ gonna m’k-! Ah fuckkkk that’s it!” He sobbed as he grinded down on your cock, giving up his sloppy riding to grind your thick cock into his prostrate. Mouth open obscenely spilling wanton moans and babbling.

His legs spread open, well muscular thighs used for running and sports now supporting him to keep him squatting on your cock. His heavy pecs were still covered in a lacy red bra pressing them together giving the illusion of cleavage. 

Around his hips were a matching pair of panties, pushed to the side to ride your cock but still kept his well hung dick trapped in lace. The head of his massive cock, an angry red brushing against his faint happy trail on his muscular torso. 

“Make it up to me?” You watched with disinterest, despite the way your cock twitched inside his silky warmth. “How?”

The question barely registered to him. Too far gone, his eyes hazy, a hand playing with his bra clad pec rubbing the inverted dusky nipples though the lace. 

You let out an annoyed sigh and raise your hand and slap him. The hit snapped his head to the side, pink blossoming on his cheeks. 

His eyes widened, momentarily stilling. A hand cradling his hit cheek. Before a moan slipped out his lips and he smiled at you. Eyes filled with lust and adoration. 

“How are you going to make it up to me?” you asked again, letting your voice drag lazily edged with faint impatience. 

“Anything you want!” He said earnestly grinding on your cock. His tight hole clenched tighter, slowly moving his hips up and down the shaft. A pleased smile tugged his lips, at the moan that unwillingly slipped from your lips.

“Fuck me, use me. I’ll give you anything you want! Anything!” His voice bordered on obsession. The pace he was moving at picked up again, his stamina excellent thanks to all the sports he did. His bra clad pecs bounce in rhythm. Your cock disappearing in and out inside his pink hole. 

It was a hilarious contrast. Your picture perfect stepbrother was a masochistic slut for you. Despite all his accomplishments and achievements, he’d turn to you and beg to be fucked like a whore. 

Your hands trailed up his thigh to his v line, the place he had your initials name craved now a healed silvery wound. His breath hitched at the touch, a whimper leaving his swollen lips, looking at you like a touch staved puppy. 

You tightened your grip around his waist. And your thrusted up sharply into the wet heat. 

“F-fuck! [Name]! Y-yesss-ahhh fuck me!” He moaned shamelessly. The pain of your hold and the feeling of your cock plowing into him mixing into heat. 

He let you manhandle him anyway you wanted. Reverse your positions and hook his leg over your shoulder. All his flexibility was just a way for you to use him as you wanted. 

Content to be used like whore. Your whore. He’d remind you over and over. Only yours. 

When he came, it was untouched all over his abs and the red lace bra. A creamy coat that dripped down his tanned skin. You groaned, biting his neck as you filled him with warmth. His legs wrapped around you as if to keep it in him. 

“Such a good brother,” your voice purred against his neck, hickey blossoming on his tanned skin alongside the bite mark, as you lazily fuck your come back into him. “I could fuck you everyday.”

He nodded rapidly like he was scared you wouldn’t see it. “Yes yes yes! Yours!” He tilted his jaw up, a watery sheen in his eyes as he begged with his eyes for a kiss. 

You sighed, this time for real, your hands trailed over his toned thighs and rubbing where your name stained his skin. 

You were well aware he was manipulating you. Under that picture-perfect charming prince he showed to everyone else was something darker. And he knew you saw it too.

That was probably what fueled his obsession at first. But it rapidly spiraled into something more. It started with small gifts, then more expensive things, weekend getaways, to long vacations wherever you wanted. 

You learned soon your brother was willing to do anything you wanted. Give you anything you wanted. With his scores, sports and personality he could have anything he wanted but all he wanted was you. 

You were the only person who saw him. Past all the perfection to the messy human parts and accepted them like it was nothing. 

His obsession with you ran far deeper than just sex, that had been proved a long time again when he craved your name into his body and presented it to you like a sick claim.

You should have been horrified. But a part of you, the sadistic side hidden away perked up at the devotion. The utter obsession in his eyes, and the way he looked only incited your desire to conquer even further. 

Your lips brush against his, nipping against the plump swell of them and biting down. Sucking the blood out from the wound as he squirmed under you needily with a low moan. Cock already perking up for another round. 

“Another round?” You offered lazily. Rocking your hips into his heat.

Truth in Power <3

warnings: anal sex, lactating, slapping, degradation, slut shaming, cussing, non-con ish but Sukuna is into it, mentions of violence, blood, and gore

Summary: Sukuna sought you out, a cursed spirit with powers rivaling his own. He just wasn’t prepared for how fast he would lose or what would come after.

“St-stop that! F-fuck you! Ahhgh! D-don’t touch me th’re!”

“Or what ‘kuna? You’ll moan like a slut?” You taunt, tracing a nail down his quivering cock. The King of Curses, usually so proud and mighty, now shoved up against a wall kimono torn open, trying to defend his modesty while your dick was shoved up his ass. 

“Y-you f’cking b’tard!” He snarled, spitting a wad of saliva at you with a vicious glare. You sighed, a barely annoyed flicker crossing your expression as you wiped it off your cheek.

Seriously? You were cock deep in him. A little spit wouldn’t scare you off now.

It wasn’t like you minded his attitude. But it was wholly Sukuna’s fault that he was in this position. 

The King of Curses had heard of another Cursed Spirit, one with powers rivaling his own. So he sought you out. By sought, you of course mean, destroying everything in the vicinity near where you were last spotted, till you were forced to come out to fight him. 

What was supposed to be a fight ended up being one sided fairly quickly. Your cursed technique was curse nullification. That meant you could nullify his curse energy while still using yours. Against you he was no more powerful than a well built mortal.

It’s not like you asked to be disturbed and deal with him. The least he could do was behave and let you fuck him. It’s not like he didn’t like it, his cock clearly on display for your eyes was erect. 

While you were distracted, Sukuna’s teeth snapped, snarling as he tore a strip of your neck. Red coated his lips as he spit out the flesh. The wound was already regenerating but the self satisfied look on his face pissed you off. 

“Did that feel good? Tearing out my throat like a feral animal?” You snarl, your hand around his neck roughly and squeezed, watching his face twist with a scowl. 

“It did—ahgh—!“

Your hand came down in a sharp slap. The sound of it mixed with the slap of flesh against flesh and squelch of your dick sliding into his hole. 

He let out a broken jerky gasp as his head jerked to the side from the force of the slap. Warm pink blossoming on his cheeks. His breath shuddered, four eyes widened narrowing into something dark. 

“Y-you little s-shit! I-I’ll kill you for thi—nghh—f’ck!” 

The glare he gave you lasted for an entire five seconds before you shifted him up and slammed your cock into his hole. The head of your cock breaching his tight walls till it shoved right up against the spot deep inside him. 

“Aghhh!” His moans spilled out his lips, raw and unfiltered noises of pleasure. His legs trembled around your waist, tattooed thighs clenching as if pulling you closer. His shaft was an angry red. The tip curved and shoved up against the planes of his stomach leaking cum from how you had him bent. 

You tsked and pinched one of the pebbling nipples, thrusting into his tight, wet hole. “Such a slut.”

“Ngghhhh! F’ck! I-I’m n’t a slut! I-I’ll tear your h’rt out-nghhh!” His voice cracked on another moan. His lower pair of arms clung to your shoulder, nails digging into the skin. While the upper pair dug into the wall, desperate to find something to hold onto. 

Despite his threat each thrust had him rocking his hips back meeting yours betraying his need. 

“Sure you’re not, ‘kuna.” You said slowly, mocking. “Then you won’t react when I do this.” Your voice was devoid of inflection as if barely affected by the pleasure of being simulated both sight and physically. The tone made him furious, and you knew it did. 

Your fingers run over his hips and up to his chest and your lips wrap around the swollen nipple again and you suck.

His body seized at the sensation. Your lips closing around his sensitive bud sent shivers alight his body, still wrecked with the sensation of fingers tracing his hips, and the deep thrust of your cock still buried inside him. A broken whimper escaped before he could stop it, his proud facade cracking. 

"Nngh—s-stop that!" He gasped, voice trembling despite the command. “I’m g’n kill ya br’t!” 

He hissed despite the way his back arched involuntarily into your touch, chest pushing further into your mouth as another reluctant moan tore free. His hands clawed at the wall again, the lower pair’s nails scraping against your back leaving a thin red line.  

The pain barely registered to you, already healing but you weren’t the type to lay back and take it. You press in deeper, teeth scraping against his nipple making his breath catch at the vulnerable position. You sucked on it harder and finally your prize came out. 

The taste of milk filled your mouth, dribbling down your lips as you swallowed. Sweet and tasty unlike the King of Curses. Sukuna trembled against the wall, shaking with need. Each pull of your lips against his nipple sending heat into lower stomach. 

“Hghhh! St-stop…nghhh! B’tard! When I break free, I’m g’ing t’r your—nnghhh…org’ns out! ” He cried out when your tongue swirled around the nipple. 

One of his hands fisted your hair, yanking it back, chest heaving. Milk dripped out his swollen perky nipple, leaving a thin line of white leaking. As it dripped down his plump tits it mixed with the precum on his stomach making a mess on himself. 

You smirked, licking the sweet milk off your lips with a languid motion. Your thrusts slowing into a grind directly into his prostate. Each one enough to make Sukuna shiver and struggle to not react despite his cock twitching with obvious desperation. 

“Still acting like you don’t want this, ‘kuna?” You taunt, each word punctuated with a punishing roll of your hips. “But your body acts like a little slut whenever I touch it.”

“Leaking milk, and…”Your fingers trail up and pinch his swollen bud, the one you were just drinking from. Droplets of milk clung to the perky pink tip begging to be cleaned up with your mouth. 

“Taking my cock like a good slut. So lewd and perfect.” You mock and squeeze his rear hitching him against the wall so you can firmly position yourself against him, the head of your cock catching on his rim refusing to let you pull out, twitching as tried to clench and suck you in deeper. 

“My perfect slut,” you smiled, a cruel sadistic thing. “You’d make a better cocksleeve than a king.” Before he could respond, your cock bullied its way back in. His inner walls shoved open gaping around your cock, hot and perfect. The best hole you've been in, you could safely say. 

Your hips moved fast and rough jackhammering him with rough precision lacing a bit of cursed energy with it to send shock of pain and pleasure, slamming against his overstimulated sweet spot repeatedly. 

His words mixed together in a haze, unintelligible noise leaving his bitten lips. Curses and threats falling apart into low broken moans, as you move into him using him like a fucktoy. 

He loved it. He hated it. Broken down into nothing but a toy for you to stick your cock in and use. He was addicted to it, to you.

Your cock slid in and out, pulling back till his puffy rim caught the head of your cock and then back in all the way. Each thrust sent shockwaves down his body. His toes curling, thighs trembling around you, gripping you and the wall with desperation. 

Your lips had found their way back to his chest amidst everything. Sukuna’s grip on your hair had loosened, tangled in the strands unable to do anything but moan and arch under your advances. 

Then your hand wrapped around his cock, a wicked grin on your lips when you spoke.

“Gonna cum for me ‘kuna? My little slut.” You teased him with that cruel unfairly sweet tone. 

He fell apart, voice hoarse as he cried out, cum spattered all the way up to his chest, thighs wrapped around your waist trembling, his nails tracked with your blood from clinging, barely conscious with you holding most of his weight up. 

You barely gave time for him to rest, your own cum spilling out from the sides of your cock where it was buried deep in his ass. You flipped him over manhandling him against the wall with ease, your cock languidly rocking into him fucking your cum back in. 

His breath hitched, moaning as he rocked his hips back against you. A dark grin spread in your lips as you pressed a hand onto his nape keeping his face shoved against the wall. 

“That’s my good slut. You can handle a few more rounds can’t you ‘kuna?” 

Fuck, you undid him. Something about your tone, or touch. Maybe it was everything about you. Your pleasurable cruelty, power, the ease in which you took what you deemed yours. He was addicted to it. Already nodding along with your request dazed, but willing to please you.

“Such a good slut.” Your tone darkened, husky but amused. “Don’t worry. By the time we’re done, ” you draw it out lingering in the moment. Your hands ran over his body, brushing against his hole where your cock was still in, pressing your thumb in alongside your cock. His hole twitched and gave away with ease, your cum helping it press in. The rim was puffy, pink and ready to be bullied again. 

Words have Action <3

warnings: oral sex, fingering, anal sex, self degradation, slut shaming, blowjobs, cussing, mentions of violence, blood, gore and cannibalism

Summary: Sukuna was sure there was nothing but lust between you two. But an incident makes him realize that it’s more than that.

Continuation of Patience is a Vice

Next part, Someone like Me

pt 1 is here

pt 3 is here

“I don’t understand why I have to do this.” Your voice edged with a hint of impatience and annoyance as another arrow tore through the clearing hitting nothing once again. 

The arrow accompanying the dozen other arrows that had ended up scattered on the ground near the target. None had managed to reach the desired target, only three had even landed on the board, on the outskirts of the painted target. 

“This is pointless.” You leaned back in the embrace of warm towering muscle with a frustrated sigh. Sukuna’s lower pair of arms wrapped around your hips, the touch searing but steady. The upper arms moved to steady the bow in your left hand. 

“It’s important, brat.” His voice low but languid carrying a hint of reproach. Your head tipped up to glance up at the other man. Squirting your eyes a bit at the sunlight shining down on you two, high in noon. 

As if sensing your eyes on him, he obediently shifted looking down at you covering the light from falling onto your eyes. 

Two pairs of crimson eyes, the murky color of blood framed with sharp imposing features bore down on you. 

“My arms ache from all this shooting.” You complain, half in actual pain and more to just complain. Your eyes drift down the King of Curses’s features down to his chest. Bare, since somewhere between your 12th and 15th failed shooting attempts, he’d taken the upper portion of his kimono off. 

The temperature had rapidly risen. A heat wave that had struck the district, all to blame for it. It had brought with it a dramatic change in temperature, cold in the morning and rapidly warming by noon. 

The courtyard was devoid of any servants, even Uraume had left. This also meant that the dying number of arrows in the quiver couldn’t be replenished. Neither you or Sukuna would wait the time or effort in gathering the used arrows. 

Only a few arrows remained now, but the idea of standing in the heat and bear the weight of the bow and train was unappealing to you. 

Your hand moved off the quivering bow string to brush over Sukaun’s collar bone and the inky black tattoo, down over the curve of his chest. 

“Can’t we do something more productive?” Your voice came out in a sultry purr mixed with a hint of haughtiness. No matter how many times you saw it, you were still drawn to his figure. The towering muscles and the way his anatomy worked. 

Your hand was stark against his tanned tattooed skin, unblemished and soft. The muscles in his chest jumping and tensing when your touch brushed over it. Moving it lower, the skin of his stomach twisted and deformed as if reacting to your presence.

A slit formed and slowly opened up into a wide grinning mouth across his abs. You didn’t react, used to the sight. It was an unconscious reaction Sukuna had to your touch. The sight you’d seen enough times and was oddly appealing to you.

When your finger brushed down over the mouth, it’s tongue reached out and lapped against the pads of your fingers lightly. 

It was like a dog asking its owner for affection. Giving a light enough lick that you only feel the slightest pressure and saliva. Obedient to your wishes of keeping yourself clean but needing to show you its affection. 

Your lips curled up in a slight pleased smile at the well mannered reaction. 

There was a huff of annoyance tinged with reluctant amusement came from above you, as Sukuna’s hand wrapped around yours firm but careful. His strength restrained as he guided your hand back to the bow string. 

“One shot in the target and we can leave,” Sukuna muttered low against your ear, his eyes narrowed with a softness meant only for you.

You were the only one who would treat him like this. Pressing up against him, and touching him without hesitation or care. Not a trace of disgust or discomfort in your eyes. Not even his hideous stomach mouth bothered you. 

Sukuna had never not been treated like a monster because of his appearance. The sight of him alone was enough to terrify, enough to justify being hunted even before he learned to use cursed energy. But you had never cared about any of that. 

Your fingers curl unwillingly around the bowstring. “It will never happen.” You said bitterly glaring at the target as Sukuna reached for another arrow slotting it in place. 

“It won’t if you give up.” Sukuna’s voice mocked you, laced with low amusement. His fingers hooked over yours drawing the string back slowly. Pulled taut, the bow trembled in your hands, Sukuna’s other upper hand tightened, stabilizing it. 

“Focus on the bullseye.” He muttered, his chest against your back was a burning heat multiplied by the relentless heat of the sun. 

“I am.” You shot back. 

“Then focus harder. Think of it as someone you want to kill.”

“You, then?” 

There was a pause and a low laugh echoed near your ear sending shivers down your spine. “Go ahead and try, brat.” 

You glared at him, a smirk on his smug face. And the arrow was released, slipping from both of your fingers, it cut through the air. Your breath caught in your chest. Anticipation hanging in the air as it carved its path across the clearing to the target.

It didn’t disappoint. 

Sinking right in the center of the wooden target. The first of any that you managed to land. The sight felt like a victory even if it was tainted with his influence. 

A light chuckle drifted to your ears. “See? I know you could do it.” 

…

The slick sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the air. Your hand was carded though pink hair, tightening in his hair with each movement that drew pleasure out of you. 

Archery practice ended a while ago and here you two were. Hidden in a secluded part of the courtyard, your back pressed against a pillar while the King of Curses was on his knees deep throating your cock. 

You bit back moans head tilting back against the piller. “Ah~fuck~ ‘kuna,” you moaned breath hitching when his tongue swirled around your cock, sweeping against the veins. 

Two pairs of eyes fully focused on you, looking at you under his lashes with hunger, his upper pair of arms wrapped around your thigh and hip, while the lower one was fisted in his loose pants. Refraining from touching himself because you told him not to. 

Behaving because he wanted to please you. Sucking your cock because you told him to. 

The sight never failed to make you feel high off arousal and attention. Something so captivating about having the King of Curses’s focus singularly on you. A threat to everyone else. 

You yank his hair roughly forcing your cock in deeper. His hands tightened briefly around his thigh and hip before smoothing out, widening his throat to accommodate your cock. He didn’t resist as you cum, the prominent Adam’s apple bobbing, as he swallowed. An obscene bulge in his throat from where your cock made an indent. 

When you drew his head away, both of you were panting. Your hand wrapped around the length of cock pink and slick with saliva and gave a few pumps. The erotic sight and the lingering sensation of heat and a silky texture of a mouth around your cock brought you to the edge letting you spatter cum over his parted lips and face. 

The man, curse, groaned voice hoarse from the rough treatment but you doubted it would last long with his reverse curse technique. His face was covered with white steaks cum, both pairs of eyes hazy, clouded over. Lips swollen from use, parted open revealing sharp teeth meant for tearing into flesh now used to please you. Tongue sweeping to out catch a thick dollop of your cum as it dripped down. 

His body trembled minutely, barely noticeable. You knew better. Your foot moved, nudging Sukuna’s thighs wider. Looking lower you could see the faint outline of the bulge in pants. 

If it wasn’t for the dark color of the pants, you probably would have seen the stains revealing his shame. You had no doubt that he’d cum, sometime when you had. 

To you, Sukuna was nothing but a whore. 

“You came again.” You said dissatisfied. Your foot pressing over the bulge in his pants. Sukuna let out a low groan bordering on a growl. 

“I know.” The upper pair of his eyes glared up at you as the lower ones flickered down to his hardening cock. His stamina letting him recover fast and under your gaze in the submissive posture, growing rapidly harder again. 

“I’m busy. Deal with it yourself.” You dismissed pulling your foot back. 

“Busy with what?” Your lips curl up in a sardonic smile. 

“Other people.” 

His eyes flickered with coldness, anger flaring up in the depths of crimson eyes. He hated you being with anyone else, but had a harem of his own. 

You found it ironic. The idea that he could sleep around but you couldn't. Slutting around with others like it was his right, and then throwing it in your face like it was some damn accomplishment. 

Sukuna was such a whore. 

Your lips curve into a sneer and you press your foot to his chest kicking him away. Weak, and as effectively as an ant against an elephant. But he leaned back anyway. 

You despised that he did. Going along with your whims and tantrums, and then when he had his fill of you stalk off to hound his next lay. 

“Get lost.”

He sneered right back at you. Frost hardened over his expression as he wiped away your cum off his face and stood up. Towering over you with at least half your height. 

You didn’t flinch, holding your ground glaring right back up at him.

“Fine.” He gritted out gruffly before trying on his heels and stalking away. 

Out of his eyesight you reached over for a pitcher. One of the drinks the attendants had made and left for you two to drink. Your fingers ran over the cool metal before you dumped it out unceremoniously into the flower bed.  It didn’t take much time to act. The poison sank in quickly, rotting away the budding flowers. 

The very drink a maid had refused to let you touch insisting on pouring herself, before leaving. 

It seemed you had some rats to weed out. 

…

Sukuna truly despised you sometimes. But a bat of your pretty lashes and the whiny coquettish tone of yours while you demanded something was what it took to convince him to travel more than 100 kilometers to retrieve snacks. The King of Curses lowered to the point of an attendant fetching snacks that you insisted must be from that certain region since the taste was different. 

It was truly pathetic how far he’d fallen. 

He’d even stooped low enough to consider moving his palace to that region or kidnapping the chefs if it pleased you so much. Just the thought of the sparkle in your eyes, and the curve of your pink lips the way you tried and failed to hide how pleased you were enough to make the trouble worth it.

And the sex? 

You were always more touchy when you were pleased. Fingers light, lingering, almost affectionate. 

Sukuna didn’t care for softness. He never had.

But if it was from you, then he desired everything and more that you gave him. 

The King of Curses was nothing if not sin given form. Greed, lust, and pride tangled endlessly where you were concerned. Gluttony was not confined to flesh; it lived in the way he lingered at your side, in how he stayed too long at your feet. Every touch, every word only sharpened the hunger. There was never enough.

He wanted to possess you, tear open his chest and let you curl up in his chest. Take whatever was left of his rotten heart, that he’d long since replaced with thoughts of you. 

Stepping into the palace gates, the metallic scent of sweet copper hit him first. Familiar enough to make mouth water with the remembrance of human flesh melting in his mouth.

His strides widened, something in his chest twisting with a ugly vengeance that he refused to give name to. 

It was a massacre.

Bodies torn and mangled lay scattered across the floor. Blood splattered against the walls. A few unlucky souls hung from the ceiling, blood dripping in small droplets, slower than before judging by the pool of red beneath them.

Some of them were servants or attendants; their identities revealed from their clothes. While the others were random people, sorcerers from the looks of it. 

But none of them mattered. His eyes flickered around with impatience, fist tight. The pastries you wanted now crushed under his monstrous strength.  

Where were you? 

What had happened to you?

His mind raced with implications, the thing in his chest twisting further with every step he took. 

Each room filled with bodies, random humans but none of them you. 

They couldn’t be you. He wouldn’t let you leave him. Not like this, not ever.

Further in the palace the rooms were being cleaned, maids and servants dutifully dragging away corpses with a dull look. At the end of the hall was Uraume. 

Their cold look, turning reverent as he approached them. Bowing at him from where they stood at the doorway of his room. 

“Where are they?” He snarled, his blood thumping in his ears drowning out all the noise. He didn’t care to ask about the bodies or massacre. For once, Sukuna was worried, furious that he left you. 

He’d known Uraume disliked you, keeping it hidden under a mask of respect. He had no intention to make them like you. But now he regretted it. He should have made clear how much he needed you. 

That at some point in time, you had become his priority and given them orders to protect you. 

They bowed deeper. “[Name]-sama is bathing.”

He paused, tension froze in his chest. He didn’t want to ask. He didn’t have to. 

Uraume continued dutifully. “As Sukuna-sama had asked, [name]-sama has gotten rid of the traitors. [Name]-sama’s cursed technique was effective in rooting out the traitors and disposing of them.”

There was a new gleam of appreciation and respect in their eyes. “They are waiting for Sukuna-sama in your quarters.” They bow shifting to the side slightly to allow him access into his room.

The influx of information had him baffled for a second but his mind caught onto one important point.

You were fine. Alive and had planned this.

His hand pressed against the heavy door and pushed it open entering the room. Steam rushed out to meet him, with the scent of sandalwood, your scent.

His eyes focused on the small clatter of motion and zoned in onto the distant figure. Even from a distance the silhouette of your back was recognizable to him. 

Crossing the distance in a few long strides his hands wrapped around your hips spinning you to look at him. 

You were unharmed, not a hair out of place. Wrapped in a silk half open yukuta and untouched by all the gore and blood outside the threshold of the room. The chaos that you had apparently caused in his absence.

“You have cursed technique?” Was the first thing he asked, in an accusatory tone. He couldn’t always be here to protect you. The thought had driven him crazy leading to many train sessions, making you learn with every weapon. 

“So? You never asked.” 

Sukuna gritted his teeth, his temple throbbing at your insolence. God, you were such a brat. Sometimes, most times, he wanted to throttle you. 

“You sent me away on purpose and led Uraume into believing I planned it.” It wasn’t a question, more of a statement. You didn’t bother denying it, giving a nonchalant shrug. 

Sukuna was definitely going to kill you. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I took care of it didn’t I?” Your hand held his jaw, the thumb rubbing his bottom lip. He leaned down into it, despite his anger. “Wouldn’t want your precious palace to burn.”

Mixed feelings swirled in his chest, but the most prominent one?

His hand reached out to press yours firmly to his cheek. Lips brushing over the soft skin of your lip with a tenderness he didn’t know he had. 

“Then let the palace burn, the only important thing inside it is you.” 

Your expression froze for a second. 

He knew why. He and you had been toeing the line. Lust and affection unspoken whether it was his pride or yours. Neither of you had stepped beyond it. 

For a second when he had walked in Sukuna for the first time in his life was scared. Scared to lose you. He’d thought he could live without you. What a fool he was. 

He brushed his kimono off, letting it slide off his body. 

“Fuck me.” He ordered his hands cupping your cheeks, rubbing soft circles into your skin. Your expression softened and you blinked up at him. Then your eyes darkened with hunger when the words registered.

“You’re so demanding. Making me work after I’ve been so exhausted.” You complained, even as your hands wrapped around his hips to press him down onto the bed. 

He went with the movement with ease laying back letting you manhandle him down. You tug the loop of the tie holding his pants on and strip him bare.

His chest rose and fell steady, but his eyes never left yours. Upper arms fisting the sheets, while the lower ones greedily caressed your waist and held into your back. Strong thick thighs parting, leaving his flushed half hard cock and hole on display. 

He barely flushed at exposure, but the way your eyes drank him in like he was a sight to behold, had his thighs trembling, large cock twitching with need. 

Your fingers traced up the curve of his rear to his hole, tracing the rim watching it clench. You traced it for a second, reaching for the lube and pour a generous amount onto your fingers and finally you slip your finger in. 

A low moan left Sukuna’s throat, feeling the familiar sensation of your finger inside him, curling and stretching him out. Another one joined it after a few seconds. 

Within minutes of just preparation, Sukuna had dissolved into a moaning mess under you. Cock flushed angry red against his stomach, his control had slipped letting the stomach mouth manifest. It too, had the same fucked out look Sukuna had. 

Each curl of your fingers, drag of it against his walls or press against that forbidden sweet spot making him tremble, moaning like a whore. You hadn’t even fucked him yet and his cock was already beading with precum. 

“Fu’k! Just f’ck me already brat!” He had to resist squirming in place. His fingers clench the sheets with vengeance threatening to tear it. 

You sighed and curled your fingers in deeper, sending a bolt of heat zipping through him pooling in his lower belly. A wrecked moan slipping back his lips unwillingly. 

“Already begging ‘kuna?” You taunt mocking with a silvery tone. 

His hands tangled in your hair as he drew you in for a kiss to cut off your words. You chuckled into it, adjusting his thighs more open, hips slightly raised high. 

He sucked in a breath as he finally felt your cock press in the rim of his hole. Unshed tears of pleasure clung to lashes, while you bottom out. 

The heat of Sukuna’s hole sucking you in as greedily as the rest of him. A hot wet nets of silk wrapping around your cock clinging and refusing to let you go. 

“You have to relax for me to move.” You point out conversationally, the way your hands gripped his thighs roughly betraying how affected you were. 

He groaned, eyes closed, the lower pair opened to glare at you. “Shut up I will.” 

Before you, Sukuna had never considered bottoming. His body never quite adapted to it, each time having sex felt like his first. 

You don’t wait knowing what he can handle pull out, leaving the fat tip in and shove back in roughly. 

His eyes shot open, nails tearing the sheets, a low hoarse moan forced out of him by the sudden pleasure mixed with delicious pain. 

You do it again, holding his thighs hooking his knee around your waist as you slam in again and again. Each thrust forcing lewd noises to spill out of the King of Curses’s lips. 

The pressure in his stomach grew, as his hole got used to the stretch. Pain faded into sharp heated pleasure when you adjusted and started slamming right against his prostate. 

“Ahh~ f-fuck! Sl’w down!” He moaned, head turned biting down on his lip to hold in noises. His body trembled beneath you, shaking with pleasure, despite his protests his hips rocking unconsciously to meet each thrust.

You don’t pause or slow. Your hand drifted over his chest, and to his plump chest, pinching the perky hardened nipple. Groping his body as you relentlessly move, plowing your cock in and out. Watching his meaty pecs bounce and body quiver from the endless pleasure.

It didn’t take long for him to cum, thick ropes of white cum splattering over his torso, as you kept going. 

“Br’t! Sl’w d-down!” He whined shakily, even as his cock hardened once again.

“Why should I?” You teased cruelly, flesh spilled between your fingers as you squeezed his pecs. Sukuna let out a lewd moan, aiming a glare at you that quickly dissolved into a heated lustful look when you leaned in and take his nipple into your mouth.

“Ahh~fuckkk~” He moaned lowly, hand tangled in your hair as you swirled it in your mouth teasing it with your teeth. You slow your thrusts, a hand under the curve of Sukuna’s ass, lifting it higher. 

You grind your cock into the deep sweet spot in time. Your free hand curled around the base of Sukuna’s thick angry cock, stroking the veins on the shaft while keeping a firm hold. 

The feeling of both your cock burrowing into him and hand around his cock drove him crazy. Each suck of his nipple and movement you made him see stars, his mouth open letting out noises and words he could barely hear. 

“Ahh! Ahh ah! Y-yes! H-harder! F’ck me!” He moaned loudly, the lewd sound of flesh hitting flesh filling the room drowned out by his noises. 

It didn’t take long for him to start begging to cum. More like demands but the whiny tone and way he just let you made it clear how much he wanted you.

When you finally let him come, he actually blacked out for a few seconds. 

When he came to, you were collapsed against his chest. Arms around him, in what could have been a grappling technique from how tight you were holding him.

He didn’t hesitate, both pairs of arms wrapped around you with a tenderness only you made come out.

“Sukuna?” You muttered against his skin, your face buried in his chest. The cooling cum between you two, and dripping out his ass barely of any concern to him when you were pressed against him. The stickiness more tangible proof that you are his.  

“Yeah, brat?”

“Don’t leave.”

Final Girl! Top! Male! Reader x Serial killer! Slasher! Bottom! Sub! Toji

synopsis: Invited to a small college party, the last thing you expect is a slasher to rampaging through and murdering all your friends. And now? You’re the final one left alive.

note: Toji’s turn, I want to see him slobbering all over my cock too (I don’t have one).

warning: oral sex, dub-con(he’s into it), face fucking, rough, gagging, spit, degradation, cutting, blood, referenced murder, knifes, gun

“And then there was one.” Toji drawled, bending down to yank the cloth off your hiding spot. 

No one there.

His brow lifted in mild surprise before a dark chuckle rolled out of him. “Come out wherever you are. You can’t hide forever,” he murmured, voice low and unhurried. The silver blade coated in red caught the dim light as he flipped it in the air, catching it by the handle with practiced ease.

This was not a situation you’d ever imagined yourself in—trapped in a stranger’s house after a party you hadn’t even wanted to attend, surrounded by people you didn’t like, who were now all dead. Their bodies lay strewn across the place in grotesque tableaux, like dolls ripped apart by a careless child only this time, the horror was real.

You should have just stayed home, but instead you were stuck hiding in a closet while a serial killer hunted you down. 

You clenched your fists, trying to slow your pounding heartbeat as Toji’s slow footsteps echoed closer, unhurried, like a predator toying with its prey. Blood was spattered over his shirt, and neck. 

The sound of the knife flicking open again made your stomach twist. He was enjoying this. 

You didn’t like the people here. With their superficial smiles, gossip and drama. They probably didn’t like you either, probably thinking you were a charity case with your sports scholarship, broke and cheap. But none of that meant they deserved to die. 

Toji kicked a cabinet across from you, plunging the knife into the wood with ease. 

Fuck, you had no chance against him. Even with your athletic figure, and well built muscles, you had no chance in a hand to hand against him. And with that knife? It was clear who’d win. 

Clicking his tongue with disappointment, Toji’s eyes honed in on the last place you could be hiding, a closet. 

Typical, for a slasher flick right?

He gave a sharp grin, and moved closer to it slowly, heavy footsteps echoing in the silent room. You could see him approach from the sliver of opening the closet provided, the sight sending panic flooding into your body. 

If he found you…it was game over for you.

You shuffled back desperately, the closely barely had enough room for you, with all the material stacked in it. Nothing but coats, paper and board games. None of which would be helpful.

Fuck, he was coming closer. There had to be something you could do. Someway to get away.

The back of your heel hit something, the sound catching Toji’s ear as you froze. Your heart pounding in your chest as a slow grin spreads on Toji’s scar lips. 

Caught you. 

Just as his hand curled around the handle, the light from outside caught on metal, that was revealed when you knocked something over. 

Toji yanked the closet door open, just as a metallic click sounded and the barrel of a gun was pointed at him. 

“That’s not fair, you know. You can’t bring a gun to a knife fight.” He said amused lazily flicking his knife, before holding it up in surrender when you moved closer.

“Yeah well, I couldn’t find a knife.” You snarked back. Toji smirked at your response. “Toss it away.” 

He thought about it for a second. He could lunge forward and try to take it out of your hands. But your hands were steady, eyes sharp like you’ve done this before. At most he’d be able to take you down with him, but even then he wasn’t sure that he’d be able to fatally wound you. 

“Drop it now.” You ordered firm and commanding. 

“Alright, alright. No need to get your panties in a bunch.” He crouched slightly and let the knife fall, the clatter of metal against wood sharp in the silence. With a casual nudge of his boot, he kicked it away. It skidded across the floor and slammed against a table leg a few feet away.

“On your knees.” You stepped out the closet, keeping your gun leveled at the killer. Tossing over a pair of fluffy handcuffs, clearly meant for a different purpose. “Put them on.”

Toji gave you an amused look, but compliantly dropped to his knees and caught the cuffs. “Kinky. I didn’t think you were into me like that.” He clicked the cuffs open with one hand and, with a slow, exaggerated motion, hooked them to his wrists. The cuffs clicked shut, comically bright pink on the blood splattered killer.

“Suppose you want the keys too?” He spun them lazily around his finger, then tossed them to you when you nodded.

The second your eyes flicked down to catch them, he lunged, hand darting to his waist, backup knife flashing free, aiming straight for your throat.

“I knew you’d do that.” The butt of your gun slammed into his wrist, disarming him. You take the knife and pocket it, just in case. Roughly, you yank his hair and drive a knee into his ribs.

He dropped to his knees, clutching his stomach. The force you’d used wasn’t light. As a soccer player, your legs were strong, and even a man like Toji, hardened and used to pain, had to pause for a second to catch his breath.

He laughed breathlessly, winching when you yanked his hair again, slamming the butt of it on his head. 

“Next time, I’ll shoot first.” 

Fuck, hearing your cold, pissed off voice should not be this arousing. “Got it.” The tight grip you had on his hair and the barrel of the gun that stared at him, making shift restlessly, heat pooling in his stomach, his cock taking interest at the sudden role reversal.

He licked his bruised lip and smirked at you. “So what now? Planning on playing babysitter till the cops come?”

You scoffed, tilting his jaw up with the gun. “Who said I was going to turn you in? You murdered my friends.”

He sputtered, bewildered. “Come on! You don’t even look like you wanted to be here! You can’t be mad at me! I saved you from a trashy party.”

“By traumatizing me?” You snapped, yanking his hair roughly. The sudden pressure, combined with the hot barrel of the gun pressed against his jaw, sent a shiver down his spine. A low groan slipped past his parted lips.

Your hands froze, the groan catching your attention. Did he just moan?

But you couldn’t help but feel the jolt of heat run down to your cock. Toji was your type, and handcuffed on his knees was a sight to behold. 

He had killed people, but did you really miss them? You never said you were a good guy. Hell, you were all for shooting him, in case he came after you for vengeance. 

But right now, the notorious killer was at your mercy. Maybe, you could have a little fun, to make up for the experience.

Yanking Toji’s hair you press your gun against his parted lips. His tongue darting out to instinctively lick it, eyes darkening with arousal when he tasted the gunpowder and metal. 

“Open,” He obediently parted his lips, a cut off moan spilling from his throat. The gun sliding into his mouth, the heavy weight, and helplessness, addictive. His cock throbbing as it hardened in his jeans. Pre-cum leaving a noticeably wet spot in his tented pants. 

“For a killer, you act more like a slut.” Feeling mean, you shove the entire length of the gun into his mouth. It hit the back of his throat, making him gag instinctively. His eyes roll back a strangled whine leaving his throat around the gun.

Seeing him gagging on the gun, your cock hardened in your pants. You rub the bulge and unzip it. Exposing your hard, girthy cock to the air and Toji’s heated gaze. 

You were bigger than he expected, a hung bastard. The tip of your cock, an angry red, with veins running down the length. The sheer girth of you, was bigger than the gun or anything he’d seen before. 

He wanted you bad.

You weren’t one to deny yourself pleasure, so you roughly yank out the barrel from Toji’s mouth and line the head of your cock to his lips. Rubbing the fat head against his pink lips and cheek, his breath coming in short heated spurts that made you even harder. 

Toji nuzzled your cock, tongue greedily darting out lap at it like a kitten. A serial killer reduced to a slut, now lapping at your cock like a whore. The sight of him, utterly pathetic and arousing. 

You press the blunt head past his lips, and shove it in without warning. He gagged on it, his mouth only able to take three fourths of you fully in, squirming trying to pull away. 

You didn’t relent, holding his head still using his hair and roughly moving in and out at your own pace. The head of your cock slamming against the back of your throat, repeatedly. 

Toji whined around your cock, drool dripping out his lips around your cock. Cuffed hands helplessly clutching your thighs, nails digging in, torn between trying to struggle away and wanting more. He chose to just cling, forced to take your cock. 

You brutally facefuck him, cock sliding in and out his mouth, but never relenting. His thighs coated with an uncomfortable stickiness he didn’t even realize, hardening again at the rough way you used him. You hand holding his hair and head, moving him as you wished. 

When you finally cum, you shove your cock fully in, forcing him to deep throat you. His throat muscles spamming around your cock, milking it making you groan in pleasure. Choking around your cock, he swallows the load of your cum, his nose shoved into your pubic area. 

His eyes rolled back. The feeling of it euphoric to him, gagging around your cock, forced to swallow your load and smell your musk so fucking good. Cock twitching as he came in his pants, his mind went black and body slackened, loose and pliable. 

Pulling out, you hold his jaw, his head swaying, eyes half shut, with hazy pleasure, lips swollen and a string of saliva connecting your dick to his mouth. 

“God, what a slut.” You spit in his open mouth. The slasher moaning under your hands, squirming and looking at your needily.

“Y’r slut.” He slurred unashamed. It was a stunning sight, seeing a man as big as Toji under you, wrecked. 

But you don’t feel like it was enough ruin. You pull out the knife from your pocket, and yank his hair forcing him to tilt his jaw up. The cold metal against his throat made him shiver and moan hoarsely. 

Tracing a line down to his collar you press the knife in deeper and carefully cut your initials into his skin. He twitched, his mind returning from the state of bliss it was in at the pain that turned into pleasure.

When you finished, he looked prefect, fucked out, cock drunk, panting with your initials bloody and craved into his skin like a claim. Swollen lips parting to chant pleas. “Pl’se, pl’ease. M’re.” 

Victim! Top! Dom! Male! Reader x Serial Killer! Bottom! Sub! Sukuna

synopsis: You and your friends were being targeted by a serial killer trapped in a cabin in the middle of nowhere. So how did the killer get trapped with you instead?

notes: this is fiction and consent is important is real life.

warning: choking, dub-con(he’s into it) almost passing out, bruises and hickeys, spanking, rough sex, degradation, dacryphilia, cuffed

“No-oh!” He whined, breath hitching, the sound caught in his threat turning into a breathless moan. “S-stop, bast’rd.” 

The sound of your hand meeting his reddened ass echoed in the room, quickly drowned out by the lewd sound your cock drilling into his ass as you kept pounding away at his hole. 

“Or what?” You taunt, puncturing your words with a hard thrust into his wet hole. Lubed from when you’d roughly stretched him out while spanking his ass raw. Sukuna gasped, a choked sob involuntarily pushed out his throat. 

His neglected cock, gave a weak twitch unable to cum anymore, but still half hard form your ministrations. “S-stop,” he whined weakly, tears rolling down his cheeks in a mix of too much and too fucking good. 

You didn’t relent, slowly drilling your fat, girthy cock head against his g-spot. The overstimulation made his toes curl and nails dig into his palm. His body, torn between trying to get away, and get more. 

“F-fuck y’u!” He sobbed finally breaking under your slow pleasurable torture as his cock spurted out pathetic watery cum. His cuffed wrists clenching on the sheets above his head, looking for anything to ground him. 

He could barely think, or feel. Nothing but the feeling of your cock filling his hole and abusing his poor g spot. Each thrust felt like it was hitting the back of his throat from how deep you were inside him. Grinding against him, and molding him into your personal cocksleeve. 

It had been hours since you’d caught him, and tied him up. 

Sukuna was a serial killer, well known as the King of Curses. And you and your little friends were supposed to be his next victims. 

Trapped in a cabin in the middle of nowhere, you were all easy pickings. He should have easily been able to kill you all off. 

But instead he’d gotten cocky following you as you broke off from the group and fallen into an amateur trap, and now he was tied up and being used like a personal sex toy. 

And god, he loved it. The way your cock fit into his hole, the sheer length and girth of it, filling him in ways he didn’t even realize he needed to be. He needed more, he didn’t even care he’d come again, just the feeling of your cock grinding inside his gummy walls was enough to make him harden again. 

Your hand came back down hard on the bruised plump curve of his ass, drawing out another yelp of pain that turned into a moan halfway. Plunging your cock in roughly, you pull it all the way out. Rubbing the angry head of your cock against his puffy rim.

Sukuna’s hole was fucked open, gaping empty from taking your thick cock unable to close. The man under you, let out a whine of protest, hole clenching needing around nothing, leaking lube like a wet pussy. 

“B-bastard, why’d ya stop?” He slurred, muscles heaving, skin slicked with sweat showing off gleaming hard planes of his body. Fingerprint bruises on his hips, thigh and waist. An array of hickeys and bites lined his tanned skin. 

Your hands caressed over his abs, his muscles jumping under your touch, before relaxing like a soothed cat only to tense when you pinch his pierced nipple and tug roughly. 

“Didn’t you ask me to stop?” You taunt rolling the nipple under your fingers, watching how your would-be-killer clenched his jaw, crimson eyes watering. Tattoos and muscles flexing as his desire warred with his pride.  

“F-f’ck you-“ He gasped as a hand clamped around his nape shoved his face into the sheets, moving back around to curl firmly around his throat and squeeze. 

“Nghhh~” Sukuna’s cock gave a painful throb, his breaths coming out raspy, his air restricted by your hand. “St-stop,” he whined, his brain going fuzzy already fucked dumb. 

Your hand around his neck choking him? He fucking loved it. The lack of power, and being held so dominantly? He’d never admit it but he never wanted something more. 

His hole clenched needily around nothing when you gave a warning squeeze. “Shut up, slut. You’ll take what I give you.” You snarled dark and commanding, the head of your fat cock pressing back into the killer’s puffy rim and without warning shoved in again. 

Sukuna gasped, floundering like a fish without air, mouth going slack as you continued to use him. Your hand, a steady pressure against his throat, sure to leave fingerprint bruises on his neck tomorrow.

The poor serial killer didn’t even realize when he came for the fourth, maybe fifth time. His vision blacking for a second from the lack of air and over sensitivity. Your cum filling his hole dripping out the puffy used rim.

There was a small moment of relief, Sukuna’s vision finally returned. The second was replaced by your cock fucking your cum back into him and hand tightening around his neck as you manhandled him around to lay on his back. 

He sobbed weakly, fat tears running down his cheeks, face glazed over with pleasure and mouth slack with drool. Cuffed and oversensitive, he was forced to take your cock like a cheap whore. His hole needily sucking you in, cock twitching pathetically against his belly, lines of cum painting his stomach. 

“Lower your voice, ‘kuna. You don’t want the others to know what a slut you are, do you?” For the first time in Sukuna’s life he felt fear, and undeniable arousal. 

Masked Killer! Male! Top! Reader x Sub! Bottom! Satoru Gojo

Synopsis: A killer is on the loose in town, and unlucky Satoru has unfortunately caught their attention, prompting a steamy house call.

note: it will be graphic and while it is roleplay the characters only break character later on. There are convenient coincidences(robes, no knife, ect) that show it’s just roleplay and is said to be consensual roleplay in the writing too. Consent is important

warning: crying, non-con(just roleplay), chasing, pinning (no actual harming since it’s roleplay), size kink, fingering, sexual content, rough sex, degradation, objectification, misogyny??, begging

Satoru heard the sharp click of the footsteps before he saw you. Fresh out of the shower, in just a blue silk robes, his breath hitched as his eyes landed on the intruder. 

You stood there, a neon mask glowing in the dim light—pink X’s for eyes and a permanent, creepy smile. One of the most recognizable figures in town, infamous as the killer known only as “Smiling Cross.”

His eyes widened as he stumbled backward, pressing against the wall in a desperate bid to keep distance.

What were you doing here? Were you going to kill him?

He barely had time to think before you started moving closer. Panic surged, and he did what felt logical—he bolted. Feet pounding against the hardwood, he darted out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, aiming for the phone he’d left on the counter.

He hadn’t made it a full foot before your hand shot out, gripping his waist and slamming him roughly to the ground.

“No! No!” he shrieked, thrashing, clawing at your grip, trying to break free. Something about his frantic struggle must have caught you off guard attention, because your hold loosened just enough for him to lunge toward the phone.

“No you don't," you grabbed him,your rough hands yanking him to you as he missed the phone by an inch. Your arms circling around him like bars, as he squirmed hitting you and sobbing. 

“Let go of me! Stop!” His eyes widened when your hands moved to his robes and you undo the tie exposing his body, and pussy. “No! Don’t you dare! You bastard!” 

You didn’t flinch, holding him still against your chest as your other hand rubbed the folds of his creamy pussy. Satoru whimpered at the touch, biting his lip to suppress sobs. 

“Bastard! Stop! Don’t please!” He begged. It was cute he thought he could convince you to stop. Your thumb rubbed against his clit as you wiggle a finger in. 

A desperate sob left his lips, when your finger breached the tight wet entrance. Tears formed in his eyes, as he squirmed begging for a scrap of humanity in you that would let him go.

“St-stop and I won’t tell anyone! Please!” He cried, tears rolling down his cheeks. You didn’t even care, a second finger working its way in his pussy. Only to be pulled out fully after a second. 

Satoru’s sobbing quieted for a second, hope flicking in his eyes that you’d release him. That this was just a horrible nightmare and it was over. Only to be crushed when your hand moved to unzip your pants and pull out your thick, fat cock. 

No, no, no! He didn’t want that! You’d break him with that!

His struggle tripled, elbowing your ribs and breaking free, to trip over a fallen object. Your hands immediately back into his limbs, yanking him back by his ankle, as he screamed. 

“P-please no! I don’t want it!” He cried out as your cock brushed his thighs. The length of your cock hardened and moved up to rub against the folds of his pussy, a cry tearing out his throat as he clawed at the ground trying to pull away from you. “No! S-stop!” 

“Fucking bitch!” You snarl, yanking him roughly back by his hips and pinning him under your weight. “Shut up and take it, slut!”

His desperate attempt at a struggle increased when he felt the blunt head of your cock brushing his wet entrance. He cried out under you, body shaking as the entirety of your fat girthy cock sank into his pussy. 

The sheer length and girth stretching him out like never before, his silky warm walls clamping on your cock.

He was ruined, now. Deflied in the worst and best way. Your cock breaking him and remaking him. 

Satoru sobbed under your hold squirming weakly, trying to ignore the warmth in his pussy.  Tears dripping down onto the ground as you grind your cock deep in his warm wet cunt. 

“L-let go! Please!” He choked out in pitiful sobs. The hard length of your cock dragged across his slick walls and he gasped in pleasure. His body reacting instinctively to the way your cock fit in him, the head of your cock rubbing against his sweet spot sending sparks of pleasure up his spine.

“N-noo…” he whined desperately as you started to move. Your fat cock thrusting in and out his wet pussy using him like a toy. Rough fingers pinching his clit, making him squeak in pain and pleasure.

His body trembling under yours, crying and shaking in unwanted bliss making your cock even harder. Fucking into his wet cunt with lewd squishes as his pussy juices coated you. 

“Quit your bitching, this is what you’re meant for. Being fucked and bred like stupid cunt you are.” Each rough thrust and word sent waves of heat crashing down on him, his struggling subduing under the weight of your firm hold and steady thrusts. 

Your calloused finger toyed with his slick folds reducing him into a mindless state, meant for nothing but taking your cock like a sex toy. 

His protests all weakening into breathy moans and whimpers. “Nghhh h-harder,” he whined, giving in to the waves of pleasure. His pussy clenched on your cock greedily swallowing it, hips rocking back to meet your thrusts.

You chuckled, your hand moving to turn him around onto his back. A hand moving up where it had been gripping Satoru’s hip to gently brush back his hair. “Already breaking character, baby?” You teased nibbling on your boyfriend’s ears. 

Satoru gave a moan in pleasure, blue eyes glazed over as he looked at you in fucked out bliss, needy and perfectly yours. 

Satoru had been curious about roleplay for a while, begging to try it with you. Pinning him down and forcing him? All his ideas. 

Even though you were a killer, you weren’t evil. You only killed criminals and the worst of the worst. 

While you weren’t sure how it was going to play out. You can’t say you didn’t enjoy it. But you did enjoy it more, when you saw him act all slutty like this. Cockdrunk and utterly pliable, content to be fucked like the pillow princess he was. That’s when your boyfriend looked the best. 

“Need you. Pl’se,” he slurred, spreading his thighs open wider and holding his knee to give you a better position to fuck his pretty pink pussy. The way it held on your cock wet and needy, utterly addictive. “F’ck my p’ssy. I’m yours.” 

You didn’t need a second plea to fill his cunt back up with your cock. Fucking his wet pussy hard and fast. 

“Yes y-yes…ughhh,” he moaned loudly, his hands holding onto your shoulder for dear life. “L’ve you! Yes! M’ke me feel good!” 

When he finally cum, he squirts on your cock, his pussy juice covering you both. The sight of him coming enough to make you come in a few thrusts, filling his pussy up with your seed. Satoru clings to you, like a needy cat grinding his hips down on your cock. 

Teacher’s pet <3

warnings: sex, feminization, degradation, cussing

There was a rumor going around in your school. That one of the college professors in your school were sleeping with a student. 

But the reason this was such a big deal?

It was simple. It was the people involved in the relationship. The teacher, Nanami Kento, was a cold and strict Finance professor. And you? You were the popular student, top of your grade here on a scholarship and the ‘nicest guy on earth’ by basically every person’s standards. 

So why the hell would you sleep with a cold professor like Mr. Kento? Even if he was handsome, the man was like a block of ice. You, on the other hand, held doors open for students, did community service and one person even swore you went out your way to help a grandma cross the street. 

That’s why the rumors of you and him spread so fast, just after a day of being caught kissing by a student, you two were the talk of the campus. 

Since you were 21, it wasn’t illegal. But it was apparent to everyone that Mr. Kento had no intention of staying with you longer than fling. And you? Poor golden boy with a heart of gold? We’re clearly in love with him. 

People would walk by you and tell you he’s not worth it. Others going as far as to make snide comments in earshot of the professor only to tuck tails and run away at a cold glare. 

You thought it was a great sentiment. 

Too bad they didn’t know you were the one fucking your poor pretty teacher.

Cornering the man in his office after class and turning the icy man into a quivering mess. 

While they thought you were some golden prince, and your professor as a heartless monster. The truth couldn’t be further from that.

You were the one that pressed into that first kiss, cutting off his protest of inappropriate behavior with your lips. Pressing him against the desk, hands firmly groping his muscles. Driving him crazy with teasing touches till he broke and gave in. 

Which led up to now. 

“I feel kinda hurt.” You said mockingly slowing your thrusting to slow grinds making him sob from the withholding of pleasure. 

The stoic Nanami Kento, spread out under you. Bent over his desk in the empty class room. Your cock buried in his slicked up hole, the fat head surrounded by heat as you pull out and slowly push back in. 

Your hand trailed up his sweat slick muscular back and trim waist, over the pristine white button up that usually clung to his toned chest, now rumpled pulled up to his pecs. His pants in a hemp tossed to the side form where you’d impatiently yanked it off. 

You rub a circle into his nape with your thumb before your hand tangles in his golden hair. The soft strands sliding through your hair as you tugged. 

“Ah!” He let out a noise that bordered a whine. Pale hickey covered neck stretched back as dilated hazel eyes meet yours. Glassy with unshed tears, kiss swollen pink lips parted letting out shaky breaths. Your normal cold and strict teacher, now broken to your personal slut.

“Not going to ask why? I’m confiding in you and you’re not even responding.” You tsk in mock disappointment, each word form your second sentence accompanied by a slow dragging thrust, grazing his sweet spot that drove the poor man beneath you into a trembling mess. 

Nananai took in a gasping deep breath, his fingers clenching and opening against the wooden desk. “W-why?” He managed to exhale shakily, just a word taking all his effort. 

A slow smirk spread on your face. Leaning down you press your front to his back. A strangled noise leaving his throat quickly suppressed by bitten lips. Your thick cock slid perfect into the silky heat of your teacher’s hole. The rim, puffy and pink but eagerly clenching down on your hot cock, betraying his need. 

“They said you were just using me for my body.” You tease into his ear, teeth grazing against the top of his flushed ears. You could feel the tremble that ran down his flushed body, your hand that was on his hip, slid up over overheated skin to his pecs. 

Cupping the firm muscle for a squeeze before taking the dusky nipple in between your thumb and index. “Are you using me for my body, Mr. Kento?” You purr slowly as you roll the bud between your fingers. 

The body against your arched forward, into the touch, a moan slipping past bitten lips. Holding back groan from falling from your lips as he instinctively clenched down on your cock. 

So sensitive, how cute. 

“Are you?” You tug the hardened bud again. His body trembles under your grasp, a lewd mewl leaving his lips.

“No!” He blurted out, hips rocking grinding down on your cock chasing pleasure. When your hands still them, you have you hold back a chuckle at the betrayal in those dazed needy hazel eyes. 

Your hands trailed over the hard planes of his body. His overheated skin twitching under your touch, the curve of waist, ass and chest soft and pliable. So beautiful spread out under you, sweat making his skin and muscles glisten like a work of art. 

“Please—,” The cut off soft plea lifted your attention from kneading his firm ass. 

“What do you want, angel?” Your lips trailed heat up his neck, leaving a hickey over his nape like a claim. 

Nanami could have sobbed, his hand covering his mouth to hide any noises. The lack of attention to his neglected cock and the way you filled him, just the right amount of pain and pleasure was driving him crazy. Your cock buried deep in him like it belonged there, your hands and mouth touching and kneading his skin like you owned him.

He loved it. He wanted more. He wanted less. He wanted to cum on your cock but you wouldn’t move! 

“Move…please.” The sentence came out whiny, gone was his usual composure. Your little slut was needy for your cock plowing and molding his insides and ruining him. 

Well, what can you do? After all you were such a nice guy. 

You flip him onto his back on the desk, even as he whined at the loss of your cock. He eagerly moved with your hands, spreading his legs up, as you wished. 

Like this he looked like your own personal porn star. His flushed face watching you with lustful hazy desperation. Blond stands sweaty, fallen from its gelled prison into his face. His shirt had fallen off revealing the expanse of his muscles, and firm pecs. Thick thighs spread open, holding his knees, his greedy hole twitching in anticipation. 

Seeing your darkened eyes, his thighs flexed. Lips parting to let out dirty words he’d never usual say but would for your cock. “Please…fuck my pussy. I need your cock to fill my womb…” A vibrant pink flush on his cheeks, even as he peered at you, sweat covered and beautiful. 

All ready for you to ruin. 

You don’t hesitate, lining up your cock, the blunt head bullying it way in. A lewd moan falling out his lips, muffled by a hand around his mouth. 

You couldn’t have that happening, you pressed in fully bottom out. A gasp falling from his lips as his back arched, your hand holding his wrist as you press a kiss his pulse point before pinning it next to his head. 

A whimper leaving his mouth at the action, your name falling out his name like it was holy. “[Name] p-please…” For you, he’d do anything. To be ruined and adored in the same breath. His mind and body already surrendering to your touch, craving you desperately. 

“My good little slut. You're going to take my cock like a good slut, aren’t you, angel?” He nodded eagerly, his heart fluttering like a tiny birds as you rub his wrist. 

Your lips curl into a practiced smile. Sweet and kind but Nanami knew better. He could see the cruel promise in your eyes. It only made him shiver and tremble more. His legs wrapped around your body keeping your cock inside him. 

“Y-yes.” He was yours. There was nowhere else he’d be. 

“That’s it, angel.” Then a sudden hard thrust, Nanami gasped whining natively trying to cover his mouth, but you kept his wrist firmly pinned, his other hand keeping his knee up. 

You didn’t hesitate anymore, each thrust hard and fast pounding against his prostrate. The new position only driving the blunt head of your cock deeper in making him pant and whimper trying to bite back noises that threatened to erupt. 

“My little slut,” your voice soft and loving compared to the way your flesh hit against his, in lewd smacks. And the rough heavy drag of your cock against his walls. 

“Y’urs, all y’urs.” He slurred his whimpers turning into whines and moans as you kept going. His voice trembled and husky as he spoke. “Y’ur s’lt.” 

“Gonna fill your pussy up, angel.” 

He nodded as much as he could on his back, his thighs tightening around you like he was worried you didn’t notice his approval. 

“No?” You said in mock disappointment. “Alright.”

“N-no! C’m in my p’ssy ple-please,” he whined trembling under grip, eyes teary like being denied your cum in his pussy was the end of the world. 

Such a perfect slut. And he was all yours. 

It doesn’t take long for you to cum. The burst of warmth filling his insides tipping him over making him cum, untouched on your cock, spurting cum over his abs. 

“Y’urs. L’ve you.” He slurred, eyes half lidded only to snap open when your fingers press inside his twitching hole. 

“Oh, angel. We’re not done yet.” You were, oh so cruel, but he couldn’t help but love it.

Suddenly they aren’t the strongest. The weight of the world lifted off their shoulders and all they are, is yours. Your needy boy. So used to holding up the pressure, that when you promise to take care of him, he falls apart. Coming home to you and falling to his knees. Clenching your pants, and looking at you with the cutest, watery puppy eyes, his bottom lip quivering like he’s seconds from bursting into tears. You’re only one that gets to see him like this. Falling apart at the seams, his eyes begging for approval. Card your hand though his hair and give him the praise and reassurance he needs. Call him a good boy, or tell him he’s done well, and watch him pant and beg you to take care of him, his cock straining his zipper. Or don’t and watch him sob and whimper desperately trying to please you. Maybe if you feeling mean, or bored you can make him hump your leg, the poor man is too needy for your affection and touch to care. Either way, he’s all yours <3

warning: sex, mild choking, gambling, rough sex, dumbification, cussing, praises, degradation

A special reward from your sugar baby <3

“I want more money.” You looked over at Toji, eyes lifting from your boring office work. There was something much more interesting than your work here now after all.

“Lose all the money already?” You smirked. He scowled, but didn’t rise to the bait, striding over. For once, he was dressed in a loose sweatshirt and pants. 

“So? I’ll win this time.” He insisted like always. You sighed, that was the problem with gamblers but it was cute to see his pouty face after he lost. And the way he’d sulk back to you. Besides it was just money. Shopping or gambling either way it was being spent. 

Toji stopped in front of you, confident to the point of cockiness. “Besides I have a reward for you.” 

You looked amused and put your computer away more interested. A reward? Your baby was adorable. Did he think he could give you any you didn’t have? Even Toji was yours. 

He pulled up his shirt, showing off his chest. Normally you’d be thrilled. Toji’s tits were hot. Plump and delicious, the perfect stress toys and pressed together gave a great titfuck. Your eyes drank in the sight of his tits, when a flash of silver caught the light. 

You stood up abruptly, your expression blank as you stalked over to him. Toji stood still, waiting for you to approach him smugly.

Were you excited? Aroused? 

He licked his lips,cock already hardening at being exposed. What would you do to him? Would you tug it like he had, the sharp blade of pain, mixing with pleasure when he rubbed it? Press your lips against it? Rub your cock against his piercing as you tittyfucked him?

All of his expectations were shattered in a second when you spoke. 

“What,” you approached him. “The fuck did you do?” You didn’t look pleased. Your eyes carrying a cold anger. 

Fuck. Your glare almost made him cum in his pants like a fucking teen. 

“What? Don’t like it?” He smirked, rubbing his nipple with a shiver when your glare intensified. The piercing still relatively new, even his own touch send arousal pooling.  

Why the fuck did your anger make him so fucking hard? He shifted his weight to the other foot, his pants rubbing against his hard cock. He was, of course commando, ready for you to fuck him whenever you wanted. 

He smirked, lust darkening his eyes. “I like it.” He said goading you on, as he tugged on the piercing with an obscene moan half to piss you off and half because it felt good. 

You looked so fucking pissed. Of course you were. You valued control. Control over work, money, yourself and him. 

You grabbed his wrist and held it in a tight grip. “Why the fuck do you have a piercing?”

Your grip was bruising. He loved it. 

You grabbed his jaw, your thumb and index digging into his cheeks. “Who the fuck let you get a piercing?” 

“I didn’t know I needed permission to pierce myself.” He hissed back equally venomously, ignoring the way his pre-cum coated his thighs in uncomfortable stickiness. 

He felt like the slut you’d always call him as. So fucking wet from just your voice. Would you fuck him hard? Or maybe edge him? 

He wanted your cock in him so bad. For you to take your anger on his body. Fuck him into the sheets until he was morning. Wreck him until he screams. Wring orgasm after orgasm out his exhausted body with your sweet touches and honeyed cruel words. 

“You’re mine.” You snarled lowly, a cold anger laced into your voice. God, your tone made him want to melt. 

He shuddered as word went straight to his cock. A soft moan accidentally spilled past his pink lips. You paused for a second. Then your eyes went down to his pants, to the obvious tent of his hard cock straining against his pants. A glint of amusement entered your eyes as you gave him a knowing look. 

“Did you come?” He turned away, a humiliated flush brushed across his cheeks and the tips of his ears. “You did. What a slut. Coming without permission.”

Your eyes held a cold malice as you smiled clearly plotting something, your thumb idly brushing over his bottom lip. He swallowed, wondering if it was too late to beg mercy, even as his cock took interest again.

It wasn’t his fault. You had no right sounding so domineering, angry. He wanted to please you, but also make you snap, see how far you’d do, how much you'd ruin him.

…

“Did you cum again baby?” You cooed in that sweet tone. Toji flushed with humiliation, his body trembling. He let out a weak sob, eyes squeezed shut so he didn't have to see the smirk that he knew was on your face. 

You grinned and flicked the head of his cock, making him hiss and lean forward. It gave you a great view of his pink hole stretched around your cock. Your eyes eagerly took in the way, your baby eagerly sucked you in, refusing to let go of your cock. 

“What a bad boy Toji.” You cooed lowly, grabbing his hips and pushing him back down on your cock. His ass settled on your thighs and he was fully seated on your cock. He whimpered softly, his head leaning forward to rest on your shoulder. 

You licked his neck, teasing and nipping it. “You’ve come twice baby I haven't even came once.” The sentence had him looking at you upset. His face twisted in worry and lust, as he unconsciously rocked his hips. 

He didn’t mean to. 

Your cock was just so big. And it filled him up so fucking good. It's all your fault. You kept teasing him, your degrading words filled with sweet praises. Your cock buried deep in his hole, filling him up making him feel so fucking full, like before you were inside of him he’d been so empty and never known it. 

But now that he’d known how perfect your cock filled the hole inside him, he couldn’t help but want it inside him forever. 

Toji shuddered when your hands squeezed his ass, kneading the flesh. “Ah~ s’rry,” he slurred out, still floating in the orgasmatic bliss.  

He could barely talk, voice hoarse from screaming and moaned as he fucked himself on your cock. Your hands holding his hips as you rhythmically helped him move up and down. 

Your cock head made a small bulge inside him that you couldn’t help but caress. The silver glint of the nipple piercings caught your eye again.

The smooth metal, pressed through his pink buds. Moving with his chest as you thrusted into him, rocking his whole body. 

Your hand caressed the warm metal, and tugged. Toji’s half closed eyes snapped open and he let out a loud moan like scream. 

“Did you think I’d forget about this?” You cooed sweetly. Fingers rubbed the nub, fiddling with the warm metal. The sliver shone beautifully agaisnt his pink dusty nipples. Toji let out a low sob as his hips jerked, cock hardening again. 

“Stop stooopp~,” he begged, whining weakly. Protesting despite the fact he felt pleasure from it. His body arching into the touch just as much as it scream to get away. 

But he couldn’t, now with his body filled with your thick cock, hitting all the right places, making him dizzy with need and satisfaction. Making him so fucking full, he really didn’t want you to stop now. 

“S-stop t’sing,” he slurred out, pants and low moans falling out his lips when you rolled your hips. His hand clinging to your shoulder as he let out a shaky sob. 

“Did you learn your lesson baby?” You cooed mock affectionately brushing away a strand of his hair that stuck to his sweaty forehead. 

“F’k y-” he half slurred, his words cutting off with an upward thrust of your hips that had his eyes rolling back, a wanton moan leaving his scarred lips. Muscular thighs flexed, his hot velvety hole clinging to your cock tighter. 

His body jolted up, desperately trying to escape. Weak and overstimulated, you run a hand slowly around his hair and yank, him back. The sudden movement, making the man under you cry out. Hips flexing, trying to get any friction to get off.

Rolling your hips, you keep going with your thrusts. Drilling into his abused prostate, his gummy walls weakly clenching onto your cock. Your hand caressed his hip as the other groped his ass. 

“What is it, slut?” You purr mockingly, thrusting up your hips, making the man gasp, large hand desperately gripping your shoulder for balance. His cock twitching but unable to get enough friction and pleasure to cum. 

“F’ck m’! Pl’se,” he begged. The humiliation of begging was thrown into the back of his mind in favor of wanting to be fucked properly. That was all you needed to hear. In a quick move, you had him pinned under you. His hazy mind barely registered it. Only when the rush of cool air caressed his overheated body, did he look up at you. 

His expression was dazed, with strands of hair clung to his forehead from sweat. Only a whimper left his scarred lips at the emptiness in his hole. The poor thing twitching and trying to squeeze down on a cock that wasn’t there anymore. 

Poor baby. Good thing you didn’t mind giving him what he desperately wanted. 

“Such a good slut for me, princess,” you cooed smirking, hooking a muscular leg on your shoulder, you pressed between his legs and thrust your cock back into the velverty tight hole. 

Large hands gripped the silk sheets with vengeance tearing into them as you started to move, little moans and gasps filling the room with the sound of skin against skin. 

Rolling your hips, you keep going with your thrusts. Drilling into his abused prostate, his gummy walls weakly clenching onto your cock.

“Fuck that’s it baby. Such a good girl princess.” There was nothing in those glassy black eyes. Lewd pants and gasps falling from his swollen red lips. Each thrust made his mind go blank, hazy in a way he couldn’t remember anything but you and your cock. 

Your hand moved and squeezed his neck, a thumb rubbing over his the hollow of his throat, keeping it pinned to the bed. His eyes fluttered, mouth open drooling making a mess of the sheets. A keening whine mixed with the edge of a sob spilled past his parted lips, when your hand tightened around his throat. 

And then there was his tits. 

You couldn’t lie, the nipple piercing were a cute touch. The metal in perfect contract to his pink dusty nipples. The little hoops were perfect to hold and tug. 

A whiny squeal of pain and pleasure left his mouth. The sharp tug sent waves of heat straight down to his cock, pathetically spurting watery cum. His body arched into the touch to relieve the pressure, fingers twisted in the sheets. 

He could barely feel anything, overwhelmed by the onslaught of pain and pleasure. The pleasure felt endless, his cock already hardening, body reacting unwillingly.

He couldn’t breath, or think. The only things in the world were your cock, plowing away inside him again. Deeper than before, molding his insides to your shape, and the cruel teasing of his nipple piercings.

Fingers pinching and tugging, racking up the sensitivity in his body. His body torn between all the sensations, only capable of taking it. 

Moaning and whimpering, your name and begging for more of anything you were willing to give. Clinging to the sheets and arching his back to give you more access to his tits, and letting you abuse his hole, like your personal toy. Reduced to nothing but a mindless hole for you to fuck and play with. 

He loved it. 

His muscular thighs flexing and relaxing as your cum filled stretched out his hole, dribbling out it, despite him clenching his wall. The size of your cock making sure his hole couldn’t even close. 

Toji reached out a hand, his eyelids heavy and exhausted. You caught it and kissed the inside of his palm.

“Relax baby. I got you.” You muttered, your voice still husky, the sound sending pleasant shivers up his spine. He gave a brief nod, his eyes fluttering shut. 

Maybe he should piss you off like this again later. 

Yandere Loner whose obsession started off as just a simple crush. It started with the first time you look at him. You actually complimented his drawing! His drawing! The smile you’d given him was nothing but polite but it was enough to send butterflies fluttering in his stomach.

Yandere loner who can’t help but want you. You were the popular guy and he was just the loser. He knew better than to assume you and him would ever be together. But it didn’t stop him from fantasizing about it. From drawing you in class, stealing your pens, to following you home.

Yandere loner who by the end of the month he had a routine, a type of ritual. Draw you, stalk you, and follow you home. It hadn’t escalated more than that…till today.

Yandere loner who breaks into your house when you’re not home. (He knows your schedule. He knows everything about you.)

Yandere loner who can’t contain himself when he steps into your bedroom. Your papers everywhere, bed messy and clothes half thrown in the closet. It’s heaven for him. Your presence everywhere around him.

Yandere loner who slips into your messy bed holding your shirt(the one you wore Tuesday, he remembered every detail about you). Rolling around in the bed you slept in, breathing in your scent from your shirt. He can’t help but moan, his cock growing hard.

He should leave, and he knows that. But he wanted this so bad, he wanted you so bad. His fingers unzipped his pants, curling around his cock. Maybe he should have taken your boxers too-

____________

“What are you doing in my room?” Your hand tangled in his hair as you yanked him upright to face you. You couldn’t see it before but now you could. The little freak was jerking himself off.

The poor loser freezes up, his flushed face tilted up. Hazy lustful eyes, filled with fear and want looked back at you.

“I- I didn’t- I wasn’t-“ he stammered pitifully, looking up at you with the most upset puppy eyes. Like you were disturbing him.

“You weren’t doing what? Did I ask about that?” He nearly whined in your grip, his cock twitching just at the sound of your voice.

“N-no…” he whined weakly, shifting slightly to cover himself. The movement had your eyes shifting down. Looking at his leaking cock. He wanted to cry, and also cum. You were looking at him. It felt soo good to have your attention fully on him. Was that a bit of interest in your eyes? You weren’t mad? Please don’t be mad. He just wanted you to love him!

Your hand fell from his hair to his hips. His body trembled under your touch. He didn’t dare move.

You had to think the guy was cute. All pink and flustered like a girl, when he was the pervert for being here jerking off in your bed. Even his cock was cute, the tip flushed pink, and slim like the rest of him. Such a cute thing. Since he was already in your bed, you might as well take advantage.

When your hand wrapped around the pretty thing’s twitching cock, a sob left his pink bitten lips. “Ple-please, I lo-love you…” he whimpered, it was pathetic honestly. His hands trembled as he reached over and clung to your shoulder looking at you like he was begging not to be rejected. Like the thought would break him.

“Please please please don’t hate me,” he sniffled weakly. “I’ll do anything!” He begged. What a sweet thing. He loved you? How could you not want to keep such a cute toy?

“Alright,” You grinned and tossed off your jacket before pinning the boy under your body, hovering over his small frame. “Let’s date then.”

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“No no no no,” he whined weakly. It had been hours since you found him. Hours of fucking him in different positions, making him yours. You smirked. “No, stop?” You taunted as you pulled your cock out him. He whined legs tightening around your waist as he clung to you.

“Don’t stop! Don’t!” He begged hastily. How could you do that? He didn’t want you to stop. He really wished that you’d stay inside forever.

“I’m not sure if I want to go another round,” you drawl in that lazy sexy tone teasing him. You were going to make the poor thing cry. Didn’t you want him? He wanted you so bad. Wanted to feel filled by your cock, stretched out on it while you made good use of him. He spread his legs wider and held his knee up with a hand. Wasn’t he so good? So flexible and ready to be fucked. “Please,” he keened, pupils blown with lust and need while he kept himself ready for you. “Please please fuck me. I need your cock in me~”

warning: sex, degradation, feminization, mild choking, insults, objectification and cussing

College professor who walked into the class and the room shut up. He didn’t even greet the class, curtly saying his name before heading straight into lecture. He didn’t even notice you till you muttered an insult under your breath. He didn’t even feel anything like fireworks, just annoyance.

College Professor who is a micromanaging asshole. Who’s never been anything but dominant in his life. From his work like to the bed, he’s never faced any rejection or setback. So when you sneered at his face, and opposed him, he was interested.

College Professor who noticed you more and more. From your toned body to the lack of texts coming to your phone. He paid special attention to the glares you gave him when there was more work than usual or a suprise quiz. The way you bite back insults when he approaches you.

College Professor who had come in his pants, after you insulted him. ‘Fucking asshole.’ You’d muttered, leaving his class. He’d convinced himself he only liked you because he thought he could break you. Not because he’s never felt this fucking alive. Panting as he wiped the stickiness off in the university bathroom, your glare and angry expression saved in his mind for later.

College Professor who gave you more work than the rest of the class on purpose. Relishing every sneer or glare you gave to him. Who used his hacking skills to find out your schedule and gathered information about you and your friends. College Professor who stalks you on every social media platform under a pseudonym. Who reads every post you post insult him and his class. Holding his phone in his left hand, rubbing his clothed dick. He’s not into you insulting him, he tried to convince himself. But the thought you spitting insults in person, make his back arch as he came in his pants with just a few touches.

College Professor who hates anyone else around you. Increasing your work load, making sure you didn’t have time to hang out with others. Purposefully making your tests and quizzes harder till your grades started to drop.

College Professor who called you to his office for a private talk about your grades. Dressed in his finest clothes, a sexy perfume on. Only for him to be shoved against the wall, your hand holding his shirt collar. He couldn’t hold in the moan that left his mouth.

College Professor who you have bent over the desk, his ass red from spanking. Who only protested for a second before happily letting you manhandle him. Whining when you finished spanking him, mouth open with drool dripping out, and tears running down his cheek.

College Professor who cried from sheer pleasure as your cock entered him taking his virginity. He would have cum if he didn’t already when you were spanking him. Moaning when you yank his hair and called him a slut. Your hand wrapped around his throat, choking him. He gagged and whined pathetically, his tight virgin hole fluttered around your cock in pleasure. His eyes rolling back in ecstasy when you started to move.

College Professor who lets you use him like a fleshlight, in his office. Manhandling him like a toy. His clothes scattered across the room, whines and unintelligible moans that sounded like your name and yes leaving his kiss swollen lips. He was older than you but he couldn’t help how good your cock made him feel.

College Professor who gives you an A without you asking. Who regrets every moment he spends without you. Who can’t stop texting you, even when you block him for spamming you, immediately spamming your social media, begging for attention. Who leaves in the middle of a lecture because you’re in another class and not responding, just to take sexy pictures to send you.

College Professor who loves the way your eyes darken when he wears lingerie, so he’d started to wear silk panties and lingerie under his clothes. Who wants you to use however you want, fuck him in his office, in the bathrooms, anywhere you want. Even in public. Your free use slut he moaned eagerly when you’d taken up his offer.

College Professor who is a cock addicted whore for you. Like a loyal puppy only for you, his owner. Looking at you with the most pathetic face, eyes watering from being degraded, yet flushed and panting like a slut. Who loves it when you insult him, calling him your whore or slut. But also when you call him your cute girlfriend.

College Professor who is nothing but a bratty slut for you. Who can’t focus on teaching when your gaze lingered on his ass. His body aching from being fucked this morning but still craving your cock deep in him, filling him in all the right places.

Fuck, read his eyes and follow him to the bathroom, please? He’ll make you feel really good~

Patience is a Vice <3

warnings: oral sex, self degradation, blowjobs, cussing, mentions of violence and cannibalism

Summary: Sukuna took you in as a concubine. You were caught with servant.

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Sukuna was going to run out of patience. 

He always did. 

Talkative men, desperate for his approval. Eager women, scantily dressed, vying for his attention. These were all common sights.

He accepted gifts from men with too much wealth and too little spine, indulged in the company of women all too willing to slip beneath his sheets in hopes of securing his favor.

But in the end, his patience snapped and he slaughtered them all. Leaving Uraume to clean up the mess. Lounging on his throne of massacred bodies. 

He was going to run out of patience with you too. 

“Sukuna! You’re not even listening!” A sharp tug on his hand brought him back to awareness. Your hand carded through his hair. Your pink lips pulled into an unhappy frown that bordered on a pout. 

“Pay attention to me! Can’t you tell I’m talking here?” You snapped at him annoyed. No one dared talk to him like that. Death would be a mercy for those pathetic fools, one they wouldn’t receive till it was too late. 

How dare a pathetic puny human like you, talk to him like that? 

Your hand yanked his hair harder. He winched slightly. “Got it?” He gave a brief nod. You sighed and loosened your grip on his hair. 

“Are you sure you can even do it?” You retorted, almost bored and questioning. Like he was incapable of it. He could snap you in half, gorge himself on your organs. Tear your spine out and rip your skeptical eyes out. 

Your foot brushed against his bulge. A low choked groan left his throat. 

“I can.” He replied gruffly, voice hoarse. You huffed, your lips pressed into a sulky pout,bored annoyance flickering in your eyes.

“You better. You killed my last one. Next time—”

“Shut up.”

His hands tightened around your thighs, a silent warning. Sukuna’s four eyes burned with fury, his brows knitting together in a storm of barely contained rage—fury that would have made any ordinary person wither.

But you? You barely reacted. Instead, you let out a grumpy huff, lips pressing into a pout.

Disobedient little mortal.

He could snap you in half, reduce you to nothing with a flick of his wrist. Compared to him, you were insignificant. And yet, you sat there, utterly unbothered.

“I’ll kill anyone else,” he shot back, voice edged with warning. “You don’t need them.”

“And why is that?” You challenged, yanking his hair without hesitation. A wince flickered across his face, quickly replaced by irritation. “And don’t cut me off!”

Sukuna should rip out your tongue for that. He should cleave your hand straight off, watch you choke on your own blood as he laughed.

Instead, he let out a low, disgruntled grumble.

“You have me.” 

Why was he letting you order him around? Why did he just let you do as you wished?   

You were his slave. The one he’d picked off the streets. Your fierce attitude and unbroken gaze despite your battered body inciting his desire to conquer. 

He’d taken you off the streets, saved you from being sold as a slave. And instead had made you his concubine. 

You were meant to serve him, kneeling at his feet, draped in silks that exposed your lithe body and adorned in chiming silver accessories. You should have been vying for his attention, desperate to please him, to remain in his favor.

It was you who should have been begging for his time, his touch, his attention. 

For all intents and purposes, you were. 

You were the one naked on the bed. Your unblemished soft skin on display. The soft slight curve of your stomach from a lavish lifestyle that he provided. Long slender limbs with the hints of muscle exposed, and bare for him.

So why was he on his knees for you? 

His towering frame, hunched down kneeling in front of you. His upper hands were resting on your soft thighs, the other pair, caressing your ankle and calf. 

“And how good are you? You haven’t made me cum once.” You retorted. Sukuna gritted his teeth. 

How dare you mock him? Did you think he did this often? He was the King of Curses. He didn’t make a habit of doing this with common, weak, pathetic humans.

You tugged your leg from his grasp. “If you can’t do it then send someone who can.” He was going to tear your heart out and eat it. 

His hand immediately held your fleeing leg. His warm, calloused hand wrapped around your ankle. His hand wrapped all the way around fingers touching. 

He could easily break your legs, sever your Achilles tendons. Make sure you never leave him, force you to crawl. 

You didn’t look phrased. Pretty lips curled down in annoyance, like he was dirt under your feet. 

His hand immediately loosened around your ankle. “I,” he forced the words to leave his mouth. “Can do it. Don’t leave.” It sounded like begging even to him. 

Your thighs flexed under his hold, and you tapped your chin, like you were thinking. Like the King of Curses, pleading for you. Begging to please you, make you cum, wasn’t enough to convince you. 

“Fine. Last chance.” You relented and shifted back into position. Your legs open, and spread, showing off your pretty cock. 

He was going to run out of patience one day and then he was going to kill you. 

He leaned closer. One hand reaching over to gently hold and rub your cock. The rest half holding, resting on your hip, and legs. He licked the tip all the way down, trying to mimic the way his other concubines pleased him. 

A soft moan left your mouth. The sound immediately perked him up. He could make you finish, and he would. 

He licked the head of your cock, and sunk down. He took you in fully, deep throating you, without gagging. The sounds that left your pretty lips, had him shifting, his own cock growing harder. Your hand instinctively yanked his hair, adding to his growing arousal. 

The King of Curses on his knees, sucking you off like a common whore. 

When you finally finished, he swallowed all your cum. The sticky sweet yet salty taste was so you,that he couldn’t help licking his lips clean. 

You were a sight to see in your ecstasy. Face flushed and loose limbed. You looked down at him, pupils blown and his hearts, the ones he swore were dead, thumped in his chest. The look in your eyes so close to desire, to something more, that he wanted. 

“Did you cum?” You were frowning at him now while examining him. The question had him pausing. Did he cum?

His bottom pair of eyes darted down, while he kept looking at you. His thighs in his loose trousers were slick with cum. Fuck. He did. He doesn’t even remember when. 

Your leg pulled from his grasp and foot pressed at his muscled chest. He should have you killed for this. Putting your foot on him, like he was less than you. 

“Nasty.” You tsked, at him, pushing him away from you with your foot. You were too weak to push him, but nevertheless he leaned back. 

Sukuna was going to kill you one day. Rip your spleen out and watch you beg for mercy. 

His hand curled around your ankle gently rubbing circles, as he leaned down and kissed your calf. 

“Don’t leave marks.” You ordered lazily, sitting above him without a care in the world. Lounging like you held the power.  Hands that had killed and destroyed, wrapped around your body. They didn’t hurt you, holding your body with a gentleness Sukuna didn’t know he could possess. 

He licked the patch of unmarked skin, tempted to skin his teeth into you. Leave his mark on your unblemished skin. Make you his. Not just in name, but in every way possible. 

He wanted you to want him, like he craved you. 

Like how he worshiped you. 

He’d burn the world for you and you knew that. You had everything at the tip of your fingers. No matter what you wanted, he’d bend over backwards to cater to you. 

Conquer you? You already had him twisted around your pretty fingers. 

“Sukuna,” your sweet, cruel voice called. “Get out of my room.” 

One day he was going to run out of patience and he was going to kill you. 

“Okay.” His voice was rough. He left a fleeting kiss on your soft thigh, hands brushing over your exposed skin, like they wanted to skin into your bones and stay. 

He pulled away, ignoring how his cock throbbed, already hardening again. Your eyes drifted down his muscular tattooed body. He wanted to preen, show him off to you. Incite your desire and make you come to him for your needs. 

Your burning gaze landed in his tented pants. You didn’t look bothered. Your beautiful eyes glimmered and your lips curled up in contempt. 

“And don’t call anyone over.” You were a cruel little thing. Denying him release using another, and not letting him indulge in you. His arousal grew, his stamina already recovering despite his latest orgasm. 

He shot you a glare, his jaw tightening before he gave a stiff nod. “Fine,” he muttered, reluctant but yielding.

You hummed, pleased. “Maybe I’ll call you back later,” you mused, tossing the words out like a bone to a begging dog.

He was a king, an emperor—worshipped, feared. People groveled for the chance to warm his bed.

And yet, here he was, hanging onto your lazy, teasing words, hunger coiling in his gut at the mere thought of you summoning him again. Like he was nothing but a cheap whore for you. A thing to warm your bed in the darkness of night. 

What could he do but nod, shifting slightly in a futile attempt to hide his growing interest? His body ached—for you, for your touch, for the sweet sounds of pleasure only you could give him.

For your cruel words and that maddeningly pretty face.

“Well? Get out.” 

sub! sugar baby! Toji x sadistic! rich! dom! younger! male! reader

warnings: cussing, mild daddy kink, oral sex, dirty talk, degradation, implied sex, mild manipulation, mention of murder

Another shitty gala. What was this one for? A charity? Who even cared? If half the money wasted on flaunting wealth actually went to the cause, he was pretty sure there wouldn’t even be a need for charity anymore.

Instead, it was just another popularity contest. And lucky him, you happened to be the star of the show—the hot, rich jock everyone loved to worship.

What did that make him? Your cheerleader? 

Toji scowled as he downed the wine in his glass. Expensive, yet it tasted like shit. He’d already had three in the last half hour, and the buzz was barely there—a waste of both time and money.

But that wasn’t what bothered him. It was all the eyes on you. The overly flattering tone, and greedy eyes people looked at you with. His fingers itched for his blade. To paint the shiny white floor red with their blood. 

You were his. So why the hell were people so fucking close to you?

Then your cold gaze met his, and for a moment, that disinterested look melted into faint amusement. Without hesitation, you made your way toward him, leaving behind a trail of disappointed murmurs and bitter faces, none daring to voice their complaints aloud. 

Toji stayed rooted in place, arms crossed, waiting for you to come to him. When you finally did, he didn’t bother hiding his irritation. “Why the hell did you drag me to this?” he grumbled, his tone bordering on petulant—not that he’d ever admit it outright.

You had the audacity to chuckle, a soft, amused sound that only annoyed him more. “I didn’t.” You replied smoothly. “I told you, you wouldn't like it, but you insisted on coming anyway.”

Did he say that? Yes. 

Did he care? No.

“What was I supposed to do? Sit around at home like some miserable housewife?” He snapped back. 

You didn’t respond immediately, but the gleam in your eyes said everything. It was that look—the one you got right before one of your ideas. The kind that left him sore in all the right places and utterly, blissfully wrecked. 

Was it the housewife comment? Fuck, would you care about fucking him here? 

“Yeah, baby? Need your husband to make you happy?” you practically purred, your voice low and husky, dripping with amusement.

The tone alone had him shifting in place, a rush of heat racing down his body. Damn tux was too tight, but he knew better than to blame it on the suit. Knowing you, the control freak you were, you’d probably had it tailored perfectly to his measurements ages ago. Made perfectly to hug every curve of his body, all on display for your eyes.

Getting a fucking boner right now would like public exposure. 

You must have been rubbing off on him, cause the thought only served to make him more aroused.

“Y/N! What a delight to see you here!”

Your eyes shifted lazily from Toji to the man approaching, your expression unreadable. He was in his late forties, with hair that was clearly dyed to hide the gray creeping in—an attempt to cling to his youth. Everything about him screamed smug, from his tailored suit to the self-assured smirk plastered across his face.

The man practically radiated envy as he took you in. Of course he did. You were everything he wasn’t—young, rich, and devastatingly handsome. Flawless in a way that made people resent you the moment you walked into a room. And you were all his. 

“I wasn’t planning on coming,” he said, voice dripping with fake humility, “but luckily, I managed to find a spot in my schedule. I’m sure you didn’t have that problem. After all, you always attend these things, don’t you?”

He spoke loud enough for others nearby to hear, as if trying to gain some kind of upper hand in the conversation. 

You didn’t look fazed by it. The coldness in your eyes was sharp, daunting even as your lips curled into a fake, practiced smile.

“Isn’t it customary for the host to attend their own gala?” Your words were curt and polite to the point of biting cold. Throwing his words right back at him with chilling precision. 

Toji could almost hear the man’s teeth grind together in outrage at being one upped in the rich people dick measuring contest. Not that you were playing along. You didn’t need to. He could attest to how big your dick was. 

He let out a huff of laughter. The man’s eyes landed on him. The annoyance in his eyes shifted to interest as he took in Toji’s body. The tux, obviously not doing anything to hide his body. 

If this had happened anywhere else, he would’ve beaten the shit out of him. But this was your fancy gala, surrounded by those rich assholes who eyed your wealth like pesky flies. He wasn’t stupid enough to mess up your business. You’d be pissed at him, and not in a good way.

“And who is this? Your date?” The man’s slimy gazed trailed down his body. Toji had to resist the urge to shove a wine glass into his throat. 

“Yes. This is Toji.” You replied seemingly unbothered but he could see the way annoyance crept into your eyes. The way you shifted slightly closer to him. You didn’t bother introducing the man to him like you couldn’t bother with it. 

Toji bit down on his tongue, fighting the smug smile that threatened to tug at his lips. The man wasn’t important? Good, he didn’t want to play nice anyway. Toji’s eyes didn’t leave you. 

Fuck. He didn’t think you could get hotter. But you were hell bent on proving him wrong weren’t you? 

The confident, uninterested attitude of your that pissed everyone off was such a fucking turn on. Why the hell were you so hot? 

Your eyes met Toji’s heated look. Your eyes rovered down his body, sending pleasant shivers down his spine. “My sugar baby.” You added on as an afterthought. 

He hated you. You knew exactly what you were doing to him. That confident smug gleam in your eyes. You sipped your wine with a smug smile. 

Damn you. You had fucked him before coming here. So why was he getting horny again? He got less boners as a teenager during puberty. 

“Then do you mind if I have a taste? What’s a bit of sharing between business partners?” The man’s slimy voice cut between the tension. 

Your smile disappeared in a flash. Before he could react, you had an arm around his waist. A possessive hand pulling him to you. Half his body pressed against your warmth.

“He’s not a toy.” You half snarled the polite facade in your face slipping. Your arm wrapped around Toji’s waist, a possessive gesture. 

Toji’s mind short circuited at the firm possessive touch. All he could hear was his heart thumping in his chest, and feel your firm muscles against his. Your fingers felt like a brand, marking him, claiming him as yours. 

He knew he was yours. But this just cemented it. It wasn’t something that had been there but never acknowledged anymore. It was real. He was yours. And you were his. 

He barely remembered anything past the man paleing at the thunderous look on your face. Stuttering half apologies even as his face burned with embarrassment and anger. Leaving as soon as possible. 

Toji didn’t give a fuck about him anymore. 

The innocent touch of your hand on his waist, made heat pool in his stomach. Your gesture was possessive, and demanding. He loved it. 

Despite the fact that he could have easily defended himself, or even killed that scumbag, this was better. You defending him with possessive anger burning in your eyes. A scowl on your lips as you protect him. This was so much better. 

He didn’t even notice when you led him out the hall. Only when your eyes met his, did he kiss you. Pushing you up against the wall, body grinding against yours. 

His lips pressed against yours, hungry for more. You easily took back control, after your initial surprise. Kissing back ruthlessly, plundering Toji’s mouth. Fucking his mouth with your tongue. 

He pulled away panting softly, and leaned his body against yours. The hard line of his erection pressing against your thighs. He resisted the urge to grind against you. 

You recovered quickly, a sadistic smile spreading on your lips. “Hard from a kiss, baby?” You cooed, your hand moving to cup his clothed cock. Your thumb flicked the head of his cock. The movement had him moaning, expensive fabric rubbing against his sensitive head in delicious ecstasy 

“It’s your fault.” He whined, shifting his body to hump your thigh, more dog in heat than an experienced killer. Need burned in his body like a drug. He wanted you. Wanted your cock in his hole, taking what was yours. Making him yours inside and out. 

“What a needy slut.” Your eyes were dark, all consuming. He wanted you so fucking bad. He humped against your thigh, pants falling for his kiss swollen lips. “Need to be fucked that bad?”

“Yes,” he practically whined. The thought of your cock had him salivating. His hips rolling against yours. You didn’t even look bothered, the dark look in your eyes only gave it away. 

“My needy cock whore,” you cooed lowly, your tone anything but sweet. “Don’t worry, daddy will fuck you good.” The nickname and the way your fingers squeezed his ass, had him melting into your arms like putty. 

“Mhmm yes please.”

…

“Who was that guy anyway?” He asked suddenly, a few days after the gala. You looked over at him, your fingers paused typing. All your attention on him, he almost wanted to change the topic, just so your focus stayed on him.  

A live horse race played on the tv. Like a typical day, you spent your time working near him, like the possessive asshole you were.

“What guy?” 

“That asshole who tried to hit on me.” He said vaguely unsure how to describe him. All he could remember was getting fucking into the sheets. Your voice muttering praises into his ear each time you started a new round. 

“Him? Don’t worry about it. I got rid of him.” You said turning back to typing on your computer. He blinked at you incedulously. That was it?

You got rid of him? 

“What,” his throat felt dry, he licked his lips. “Did you do?” He didn’t even know what he was expecting to hear. 

You didn’t even look away from your laptop to answer. “Exposed a few scandals and destroyed his company. His reputation and business are gone now.” You retorted coldly, working on your laptop.

He blinked at you, dazed, bewildered by your words. He knew you were cruel. The words tycoon most commonly used with you. You had to be cruel to make it to the top at such a young age. He knew that too. But it felt different experiencing it firsthand. You’d destroyed someone’s business and reputation for him.

He didn’t want to bring up that he could take care of himself. That he was the sorcerer killer. A weak human was nothing to him. He’d been taunted all his life for being the black sheep of the Zen’in family. For running away. For all the money he lost gambling. 

But you were different. You were a bastard. He knew that. You’d humiliate him. Push his body to the limit. But you’d also caress his cheeks and praise him. He was yours and you found nothing wrong with him. You were an oddity he didn’t mind.

He tugged your computer away from you. You let him, looking a bit bemused. He gently placed it on the table and straddled your thighs, his knees on either side of you.

His hard cock pressed against yours. You looked up at him with a raised brow. Your hands wrapped around his waist, rubbing circles. He grinded down on your cock, making your breath hitch, eyes darkening with lust. 

“Toji? What are you doing?” You asked huskily. Your hands encouraged his hips as he grinded down. Your cock rapidly growing harder. 

“Nothing,” he replied mischievously. His hands ran up his thigh, and disappeared under his shirt. Under your hungry gaze he played with his chest. Moaning when he pinched his dusty pink nipple, the pain mixed with pleasure.

“Yeah? How about I give you something to do then baby?” you muttered huskily. Your hands held his hips as you smirked. “Why don’t you suck my cock, baby?” 

His grinding nearly stopped if it wasn’t for your hands moving his hips, in slow circles. His cheeks flushed pink in embarrassment. 

Suck your dick? He’d never done that before. But he couldn't help but want it. The idea made him harder. 

You could see his reluctance and palmed his clothed cock. “Be a good boy, Toji and suck me off.” He flushed darker, at your blunt words. His cock strained against his flimy pants, pre-cum smeared onto it. 

He nodded weakly. There wasn’t any chance he’d refuse anyway. He was weak for you.

…

“I can’t,” he sobbed, around your cock. The sound sent bolts of pleasure. Red marks on your thighs, where your baby dug his fingers in too hard. The pain barely registered to you. Not when the pleasure was so strong. 

You held back a smirk and frowned. “Already baby? I haven’t even cum yet.” Toji let out another frustrated sob. The sound reverberated through you making you bite back a groan.

“Please please ple’se can’t,” he begged, rubbing his cheek against your cock like a puppy. Like it would make you give in. You wouldn’t say it’s Toji’s fault for not making you cum. That was all you. Making him take a dildo as he sucked you off. You conveniently forget to tell it was also a vibrator. He’d came immediately when the vibrations started. And again when you increased it. 

The view didn’t help you. Fat pecs bouncing with each movement, trembling thighs parted lewdly, showing off his useless cock. His own cum staining his thighs messily. You had half a mind to turn him around so you can see the way his hole took the toy. 

But then you’d miss the dumb slutty look on his face. The fucked dumb look on your baby’s face. Cheeks flushed red, tears clinging to his lashes too stubborn to fall, lips bitten red and swollen, expression scrunched in pleasure and overstimulation. 

His pretty lips stretched obscenely around your cock. Messily sucking your dick, licking it like a pathetic kitten. The sight of his face could make you cum but you were holding out. After all, you had a goal in mind. 

“Come on Toji. You’re really going to leave me hanging?” You usually never called him by his name during sex. Your baby caught on. His hands clenched tighter and he tried to please you. Messy and sloppy. You loved it. 

“Ple’se t’rn it off,” he pleaded looking at you with desperate tear filled eyes. It just made you want to shove your cock back into his mouth and fuck his throat till his voice was hoarse. 

“Make me cum first, baby.” You replied like that other times he asked. He let out a choked sob, body trembling when you turned up the vibrations. Desperate and wreaked was the best look on your baby. 

“That needy, baby?” You can see the conflict in his eyes, all his previous confidence thrown out. Only a hazy of need and wanting to please in his eyes. He nodded lips around the head of your cock. 

“I’m going to fuck your throat then baby. Can you take it for me like a good slut?” He shivered from your words and nodded quickly. Opening his mouth obediently. 

You smirked. “Use your words baby.” He flashed a pretty red. 

“Ple’se, fuck my throat,” he pleaded weakly voice a bit hoarse. 

“As you wish, baby.” You smirked, your hands holding his hair a bit roughly. He barely winched, his cock twitching with interest. 

You had to hold back a grin as you pressed your cock into your baby’s mouth. He didn’t even gag. The perfect cock slut. You let out a groan and started to face fuck him. 

Toji barely protested, his moans sending heat pooling. Within minutes you finished onto your baby’s tongue. Toji obediently swallowed it. Hazy adoring eyes meeting yours, begging for praise.