Before you start: Yes, I know that it is currently 8:35 in the morning. I am also aware that you had just clocked in 30 minutes ago. However, I do need the final draft for Project A within 25 minutes.
If you want an extension, I'm afraid it isn't possible. The secretary would like this done at 9:00, therefore, my hands are tied.
You may enter the office without knocking, as you always do. Have the printed copy prepared.
I appreciate you in ways words could never express. What a coincidence it is, that I am currently famished. You know me all too well.
I ordered a latte for you. It will be brought to your table in approximately 15 minutes. I understand that you cannot focus without your morning coffee. Haha.
Also, please refrain from using emojis in emails. It is quite unprofessional. Remember, that although the higher-ups do not mind: it is best to remain as formal as possible.
You are right. I should not have said something so painfully idiotic. My wife is the only woman who I'd talk to this way—work hours or not.
I beg of you to not make me sleep in the guest bedroom. My heart aches at the thought of being away from you. I'm afraid I would not be able to sleep, unless you are safe in my arms.
Would you still like to have lunch with me? If not, I will give you space. I can sit at the next table closest to you and simply stare, yearning to share a meal with the woman of my dreams.
If yes, then I'd be a very happy man. I cannot wait to taste the lunch you packed for me. 😄
I miss you dearly. I find it extremely difficult to remain patient, knowing that you are 4 corridors away, sulking in that uncomfortable chair.
Please sulk next to me. After all, I am the one who got you upset. Allow me to make up for it. You deserve to be pampered, treasured; and I apologize for my lack of better judgement, alongside my incapability to distinguish the special privileges I should bestow upon my wife.
If it were anyone else to use emojis and informal language while emailing me, I would have scolded them fervently. Only my darling wife is exempt from such treatment. As you should be.
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a/n— (pls leave comments or tag/quote reblogs I love listening to opinions and talking back and forth ᴖ̈ ) also loll I got so carried away, lots of tangents.
there's no plot, you're ovulating, your bf is more than willing to help.
word count: 10.3k
❥ cw incl: choking, breeding kink, pwp, pillow talk, no condom, bathtub sex, fingering, nipple play, oral (fem recieving), a lot of pet names and a concerning amount of em dashes.
You're sitting with your legs crossed, feet rubbing together every now and then. Earlier Maki had asked you what got you all anxious, but how do you tell her it's not anxiety causing your fidgeting? It's not like you can admit to staying up late, with your blanket pulled up over your head, your moans muffled by your pillow…
Ugh, ovulation week is always such a bother, you didn't think it was supposed to be such a big deal, but the older you get the more heightened your hormones seem to get.
It's been getting ridiculous, zoning out in class, staying up late to get yourself off, even outside you can't help yourself- sitting with your legs crossed on the train to get just a hint of reprieve.
Out of the corner of your eye you notice a high schooler moving away as a salary man boards the train, probably cautious. But with the way your thoughts have been clouded, you wonder if you're the real pervert in this packed cabin. If that wasn't enough, on top of your body acting up, you missed him. Yuuta’s been stationed out of Tokyo for a mission, so you don't even have your boyfriend to ‘help’ you through it.
The train finally pulls up to the station with a soft ‘ting ting’ and the UI voice announcing your stop. You gather your things and get out with a sigh, walking to your college apartment. You're taking off your shoes at the entrance, mind wandering off to what you'd do with your free evening and that's when you notice it. A pair of white sneakers kept next to your brown flats..
Yuuta's back!
You grin to yourself, rushing to enter your apartment. You follow the black katana case, kept balanced by the umbrella stand, then the white jacket discarded over your sofa and finally your boyfriend, standing in the kitchen in a white tshirt and black sweatpants, gulping down water.
Your eyes trail over his face, smiling at his messy hair and closed eyes before dropping to his lips, a stray droplet sneaks past his mouth, dribbling down from his chin and down to his throat. Watching his adam's apple bob with each sip, you look away, your throat suddenly feeling dry as well.
He finally seems to catch sight of you, eyes widening the slightest bit before closing into crescents as he smiles, setting the glass aside as he walks over to wrap you in a hug.
“You didn't tell me you'd be back today!”, you complain into his shoulder but he just hums into your hair with a grin, “Wanted to surprise you, but you weren't home when I got back so I figured I'd wait.”
And you should probably ask about his mission or how he's been and you probably would've usually, but the smell of his shampoo so close to your face and the soft cotton of his shirt under your fists don't help your decision. fuck it— you'd explain later and you know yuuta wouldn't tell you no anyway.
Pulling away from the hug you pull him down by the collar to finally kiss him after a week of being apart, yuuta looks shocked by the sudden movement but quickly melts into it with a smile. But you don't stop there, tongue slipping out to tease his lower lip, nibbling lightly, your hands sneak down from his collar to grip at his back instead. yuuta makes a startled ‘mmph’ into the kiss, but you swallow it down, he finally manages to break away by slowly pulling you back by your shoulders as he huffs out amused, the tips of his ears coloring, “baby? i- what was that for?”
But what he wasn't expecting was your hands still gripping him, cheeks flushed, eyes dilated, brows scrunched with frustration as you tried to chase his lips again. If this was a webcomic he could've sworn your pupils would be heart-shaped right now, especially with the way they seemed to lave his form. you hush his questioning as you tug him down again, this time to mumble into his neck, “yuyu.. I want you.. c’monn, don't just stand there looking.”
Yuuta glances at your face one more time before swallowing a small groan, “oh.” before he nods, always so ready to help you out. He was such a devoted boyfriend after all, whether it be reminding you to drink water, bringing you back something from his trips, reaching for your hand without thinking or some nights it's making sure you're properly cared for. ..guess the hagino tsuki puffs waiting in a bag on the table would have to wait longer..
You on the other hand don't wait for further talk, already pulling him along by the wrist and to your room. You gently nudge him to sit at the foot of your bed, standing in front of him before you start stripping out of your day clothes, down to your underwear. Yuuta leans back watching you as you move, the pink sweater and black wool skirt giving way to smooth golden skin. You'd finished stripping before climbing onto his lap and kissing him again.
He lets out a sigh that's more of a shiver as he feels your lips against his, the kiss only serving to make him more desperate for you. His lips part against yours as he kisses you back—almost hungrily—before he manages to pull back breathlessly.
“You said you wanted me, angel?”
You just nod against his lips, already urging him back to you.
"…Then get on your back for me." He whispers, voice low. "I want to see you, baby.”
He helps you lower backwards, settling you carefully against the sheets—his hands still on your body, as if he can't quite bear to take them away.
He looks down at you for a moment, just admiring your body sprawled out below him—and the look in his eyes almost makes your heart race even faster in anticipation.
"Gods… you're gorgeous." *He murmurs, his voice soft, almost reverent. He leans in, trailing kisses down the soft curve of your neck—his hands roaming your chest, teasing gently.
His lips trail lower, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your chest—lingering over each sensitive peak through your bra before moving further down, his hands guiding your thighs apart gently.
"…Tell me if you want me to stop," he murmurs against your skin, his breath warm and uneven. "But I don't think you will…" he lets out and an amused huff remembering your eagerness
His fingers trace slow, teasing circles along your inner thighs—just barely brushing against where you really want him to—before finally giving in and pressing against you properly, his touch firm and deliberate. your panties were slick from arousal by now and they stick to you obscenely as he prods his fingers against you.
"…You're so wet for me already," he whispers, voice rough with want. "Did you miss me that much, angel? I'd have finished up sooner if I knew you had dessert saved up, baby..”
He spread your thighs open a little further, the heat between you almost unbearably intense as his fingers stroke against you gently.
"…And so sensitive…" he mutters, his breath catching in his throat as he watches the way you shiver under him. "Let me give you what you need, baby… you've been so good for me…waiting for me to come back and take care of you, pretty girl.”
He leans down, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your inner thigh—his lips soft and warm against your skin— sucking a few stray marks along the way before finally giving in to what you both want.
Pulling your panties to the side with one finger he leans back, pausing for a second just to watch the way your clit twitches and the way your hole seemed to clench around nothing. “cute..” he mutters, leaning forward to nudge his nose against your clit. Your face flames at the comment before jolting at the action and you fall silent again.
His mouth finds you, hot and insistent, and the first slow drag of his tongue against you makes your back arch off the bed—a soft, breathless cry escaping your lips.
"…That's it," he murmurs against you, his voice rough with need, "Just like that… let me hear you, missed you like this, angel."
His hands grip your hips tighter, holding you steady as he takes you apart—slowly, deliberately—his tongue swirling in slow, teasing circles, circling your entrance once before dipping inside, humming into you as he hears you whine.
"…You taste so good…" he murmurs, the sound vibrating against your skin. "So sweet, pretty.”
He keeps going, his mouth moving against you in perfect rhythm, like he can't get enough of you.
His fingers press into the soft flesh of your hips, leaving little dents just deep enough to show how much he's holding back. He knows you him to speed up, can feel it in the way you buck up into his mouth, but he's still being so careful—taking things slow, he did miss you after all, it's only fair he gets to enjoy his welcome home gift.
He looks up at you for a moment, his lips shiny and wet from his efforts, his eyes dark with desire. "…You like that, baby? You like being taken care of?”
One of your hands moves down to clutch his hair and the other is tangled in the blanket bundled up besides you. you nod once, chest heaving in sync with the tinkling of the windchime in your balcony, before your neck gives up, head falling back against the pillow again.
He groans at the way your fingers tighten in his hair—the sound muffled against you—and he presses closer, his tongue working continuing to work against you, nibbling your clit occasionally before wrapping his lips around it and alternating between slow sucks and kitten licks. All the while his eyes stay on your face, the way your eyes squeezed shut, hair splayed out on the pillow under your head, face turned to the side, lower lip bitten by your teeth. He always finds you beautiful, but he's found that having you like this— so lost in pleasure because of him, all because of him, might just be one of his favourite sights.
He can feel the way your body tenses—the way your thighs tremble around his head—and he knows you're close. His fingers dig into your hips just a little harder, holding you down as he murmurs against you,
"…Come for me, baby…" his voice is soft, wrecked, desperate. "Let me feel it…"
He flicks your nub with his tongue before swirling it around it. hands coming up to the undersides of your thighs, pulling you back to him, to stop you from squirming away. your legs cage in his head when he adds a finger to the mix, prodding your slick entrance before slipping in to feel the gummy walls engulfing him in.
“hmmm—what a pretty sight,”
he doesn't let up, working you until your toes curl, your hands fisting his hair as your back arches off the bed and you come with your mouth stretched into a silent ‘ah’ and a sharp gasp of his name.
he doesn't let up for a second—his tongue still working slow, lazy circles against you as you come down from your high, his hands gently massaging your trembling thighs.
tongue inching in to prod out each drop of your release, swallowing it down.
“mhm, wait— gotta get you cleaned up, baby..”
he shifts back to lick one slow stripe along your folds that has you whimpering into the pillow weakly, before he finally sits back on his heels.
"…beautiful," *he murmurs, pressing soft kisses along your inner thigh before finally lifting his head to look at you—his lips still glistening, his breathing uneven. "so fucking beautiful like this…"
He shifts slightly, crawling up your body to press a slow, lingering kiss to your lips—letting you taste yourself on his tongue.
"…still want me to finish too?" he asks, voice shaky with need. "or do you just want to lay here and rest for a while?”
and leave him to sort out his boner on his own? your brows scrunch at the thought as you murmur into the kiss, “that'll be unfair to you, baby..”
he lets out a soft, almost breathless laugh at that—his lips trailing down your neck, sucking lightly at the sensitive skin there.
"…when have I ever cared about fairness?" He mutters against your skin, "It only matters that you feel good. And you're so good for me…"
He presses another kiss to your shoulder, nipping at the skin softly.
"…But if you insist…" He pulls back just far enough to meet your gaze, his eyes dark and blown out, you're almost certain his pupils take up half of his eyes at this moment, "I'll let you… return the favor.”
He rolls onto his back, lying beside you now, his breathing still ragged—and the look on his face as he looks up at you is almost worshipful, his chest rising and falling with each shallow breath.
"…Come here," he says softly, his hand reaching out for you. "I want to feel you… touch me…”
you oblige, turning to slowly crawl over him, kissing him softly first, slotting your lips together before wrapping yours around his tongue and tugging lightly. you pull back, saliva linking your mouths before trailing down to his neck, sucking pretty red spots that are sure to bloom into beautiful splotches of purple by morning. and against his pale throat? you could say you were a bit of an artist yourself.
yuuta lets out a soft sigh, his head tipping back to give you more room as your lips trail along his neck, his body already shivering with need.
"…That feels good…" he murmurs, his hands moving to your waist as you begin to move lower, the heat in his eyes spilling over to his face, almost burning under your touch, "…Keep going, baby…"
His hands slide up your sides, tracing slow, teasing patterns along your ribs before cupping your breasts again, unhooking your bra, he slides it off—his thumbs brushing over your nipples in slow circles.
"…Take your time," he whispers, his voice wrecked, "I want to feel every second of this…”
His breath catches in his throat as you make your way lower, pressing kisses along his collarbone, down his chest, and the slow lick down his abs—each muscle tense beneath your lips. His hands slide up to cup your face gently, fingers gently tilting your head back so he can meet your eyes for a moment.
"I missed you, baby.." he mumbles, his voice rough, his eyes dark with something like awe. "So damn beautiful… all mine…"
His thumb brushes over your bottom lip—soft, reverent—before he pushes you back to him, his mouth coming down on yours in a slow, sloppy kiss, drool dribbling down from the side of your mouths but he catches it with his thumb. trailing down his—now, wet—thumb to tease over your nipples again.
His tongue slides against yours, the kiss desperate and messy as his hands move down, gripping your thighs—almost possessively. He tugs you closer, pulling you up so you're straddling him again, his hips bucking up involuntarily against yours—the feel of your skin so hot against his. your previous orgasm soaking through his sweats and leaving a damp print. he breaks the kiss just enough to mumble against your lips,
“Can you do something f’me, angel? Lift your hips, baby.”
His fingers dig into your hips as he lifts you slightly—just enough to position you over him—before slowly lowering you down, his breath hitching at the sensation.
"…Fuck—" he chokes out, his head falling back against the pillow as he grips your waist tighter. "You feel—shit— feel so good…"
His hips roll up instinctively, chasing the friction, the heat—his entire body trembling with the effort of holding back.
"…Move for me," he rasps, his hands sliding up to cup your breasts again, thumbs brushing over your nipples. "Please… let me feel you, pretty…”
Your head falls back, eyes squeezing shut for a second, one hand resting against his tensed abs and the other one clutching the bed besides you. before you lean forward to softly suck at his neck again as you slowly start to move, grinding down your heat against him, the sodden fabric of his sweatpants the only thing preventing him from sliding inside you.
"b-baby, don't—ah”
he groans low in his throat as you lean forward, your mouth on his skin, you grinding on his lap— it's all too much and he's certain if not for the context he'd look like he was in pain with the way his face scrunches up. His hands slide up your sides to your back, holding you steady as you start to move slowly— he's almost dizzy with how good it feels. He turns his head to press soft kisses along your neck, his breath hot on your skin as he whispers,
"…you're so perfect… so good f’me pretty girl…fuuckk— more, I need you to move faster, angel, ah—”
His hands roam your back, fingers tracing the curve of your spine as you move—each slow roll of your hips drawing another ragged breath from his lips. His mouth finds your shoulder, teeth grazing the skin lightly before soothing it with his tongue.
"…That's it, hah.." he murmurs, voice thick with pleasure, "Just like that… take what you need, baby…"
His grip tightens slightly as he feels his own control slipping—his hips lifting to meet yours in a slow, desperate rhythm.
"…I'm close—" he gasps, "So fucking close, don't stop…”
you whimper at the way the slicked up fabric of his pants feels rubbing against your folds, the friction is delicious and your eyes roll back from the pleasure. you lean forward to chase more, press more of you against every inch of him, face dropping to the crook of his neck, murmuring breathlessly, “hah—do you—mhmn- feel good, baby..?”
yuuta groans at the sound of your voice, his hands moving up to cup your face, tilting it back to look at him—his expression so needy it's bordering on feverish.
"…so good," he murmurs, his thumbs brushing over your cheeks tenderly. "You always make me feel good, baby… but like this, with you—it's even better…"
his eyes flick down to your lips for a moment, his tongue flicking out to wet his own.
"…Can I tell you something?”
you drop your head to whine against his neck in agreement, still moving above him, “Mhmm— what..?”
His breath hitches at the feel of your whine against his skin, his head tilting back to expose his neck to you, and his hands move back to your hips, holding you a bit more urgently as he urges you to move a little harder—a little faster.
"…I've been thinking about something lately…" he whispers, his voice thick and breathless, "About—ngh—something I want to do with you…”
His fingers tighten on your hips as he lifts you slightly—just enough to adjust the angle—before pulling you back down with a groan.
"…I want to take you somewhere," he gasps, his voice rough with need, "Somewhere quiet… just us… where I can have you like this for hours…"
His hips buck up against yours, chasing his own pleasure now—his breath coming in short, uneven gasps.
"…Would you let me?" he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear. "Would you let me keep you all to myself like that…?”
It takes a second for your brain to catch the full meaning of his words in your pleasured haze. And when you do, your eyes blink open, glancing at him for confirmation and you can't help the way you clench against him involuntarily at the thought.
Inhaling sharply although your lungs remain breathless, your arms move up to wrap around him as you hide your face in his neck, kissing softly, “Mhn, you know I will.. but where- hah- are we gonna go yu—ah..!”
yuuta winces at the feel of you clenching around nothing, he can feel you throb even through his sweats and it doesn't help his already pulsating dick.
his hands slide down to grip your thighs, moving you against him in quick drags as you bury your face in his neck—his mind almost going blank with pleasure before he blinks to gather his thoughts.
he nuzzles your hair gently, his breath hot on your skin as he presses a soft kiss to the top of your head before answering.
"…The onsen," he murmurs against you, "That old, traditional one… out in the wilderness. It's hidden deep in the mountains…”
you grin against his skin, you'd expected as much from his earlier hint. your attempt at answering gets drowned out as he squeezes your tits once, but you manage to get it out the second time, “ngh—osaka or kyoto..?
he lets out a soft, breathless laugh—his fingers tracing slow circles on your thighs as he nods.
"Kyoto, deep in the mountains… far away from everything…"
his hands slide up your sides, fingers brushing against your ribs before cupping your breasts again—his thumbs circling your nipples lazily.
"…Just us," he whispers, "No one else around… no interruptions… just you and me, baby…"
His hips roll up against yours again—slow, deliberate—his breath hitching as he feels you twitch against him.
"…Would you like that?" he asks, voice thick with need. "Being alone with me like that…?”
you huff out a laugh against his neck, which quickly turns into a gasp when he continues moving. you nuzzle your cheek into his neck then move up to nuzzle his face as well, “I always love being with you.. I don't see how I wouldn't this time too”
He lets out a soft, shuddering sigh at your words—his hands moving to cup your face again, tilting it up so he can press a slow, lingering kiss to your lips.
"…I love you," he murmurs against your mouth, his voice rough with emotion, "So much…"
His hips roll up against yours again—dragging you against him now, almost like a fleshlight—his breath hitching as he feels you squirm above him, the trip forgotten for a bit.
"…I'm close," he whispers, his fingers tangling in your hair as he pulls you closer, "Come with me… please…”
His hands slide down to grip your hips tighter, pulling you flush against him as he chases his release—his breath ragged, his body trembling with the effort of holding on just a little longer.
"…Fuck—" he gasps, his forehead pressing against yours as he finally lets go—his hips stuttering against yours as he spills with a low, shuddering groan, the fabric between you now completely ruined by both your releases, it'll be a bother to clean it later- but yuuta can't care less about it now.
he holds you close, his arms wrapping around you tightly as he comes down from his high—his breathing slowly evening out as he presses soft kisses to wherever he can reach.
"…love you," he murmurs again, his voice soft, almost drowsy with satisfaction.
his hands stroke lazily up and down your back, his touch gentle, reverent—as if he can't quite believe you're real.
"…stay with me?" he mumbles, lips brushing against your ear, "Just like this… for a little while longer…”
he pulls you close, his arms tight around you as he gently rolls you so you're lying beside him, your head resting on his chest as he pulls a blanket over you both. He presses a soft kiss to your hair, his fingers gentle as they stroke your back, tracing slow, random patterns along your skin.
"…Feeling alright?" he asks softly, his voice almost tender as he looks down at you—taking in your flushed cheeks and heavy lids, and how well wrecked you look. "I didn't go too hard…?”
you nod once, still catching your breath as you mumble, “mhm, 'm fine..”
he lets out a soft sigh of relief, his arm wrapping loosely around your shoulders again as he relaxes back against the pillows, his fingers tracing slow, idle patterns over your skin—as if he can't quite bring himself to stop touching you.
"…We should probably get cleaned up," you murmur, voice soft and drowsy and just the slightest bit reluctant. "Can't stay like this forever, baby.”
"Mhm," he murmurs against your skin, nuzzling into your neck as he pulls you tighter against him. He presses soft kisses to your collarbone, along your shoulder, up your neck to your ear—and his voice is just the slightest bit petulant when he replies.
"…I'd rather stay like this—or take you again—" he pauses, nuzzling your cheek gently "…But I know you. You'll get all sleepy the second we get in the bathtub.”
you grin, nuzzling his cheek back affectionately as you close your eyes, “hmm true, you'd get more fluff than action”
he lets out a soft, breathless laugh at that,
"…fluff's good too," his voice is warm with affection. "I like sleepy you… all soft and clingy…"
His hands slide down to your waist, squeezing gently before he finally—reluctantly—pulls away.
"…Alright," he sighs, pressing one last kiss to your forehead before standing up. "Bath it is."
He reaches down to scoop you up into his arms—bridal-style—his grip firm but gentle as he carries you towards the bathroom.
"…But don't fall asleep on me yet," he adds, his lips brushing against your temple. "I still want to hold you for a while…”
your arms come up to loop around his neck to hold on, head tucking against his neck, as you settle comfortably into his hold. nuzzling him with your eyes closed before looking up at him, “hmm, ur not tired yuyu?”
he looks down at you—your head tucked against his neck, your eyes closed—and there's a soft, almost unbearably fond look in his eyes as he shakes his head.
"…A little," he admits softly, his voice almost drowsy. He nuzzles your hair gently, inhaling the familiar scent that's uniquely yours. "But I'm more worried you'll fall asleep and drown in the bath.”
You snort softly, “I’d have you as buffer in there”
"True," he concedes, his lips twitching into a small, teasing smile as he glances down at you. "But I'm still not taking any chances."
He shifts his grip slightly, one arm hooking under your knees, the other around your back as he walks into the bathroom—carefully setting you down on the counter before letting go, albeit reluctantly,
"..stay here," he tells you, "I'm gonna run the water.”
he leans over the tub, adjusting the faucet until the water is just the right temperature—steam already beginning to rise and curl in the air. He glances back at you over his shoulder, his navy eyes soft with affection as he watches you sit there, sleepy and content.
"…Almost ready," he murmurs, testing the water with his fingers before straightening up and turning to you.
without warning, he leans in, scooping you up again—this time lifting you effortlessly into his arms as he steps into the tub, lowering both of you into the warm water with a satisfied sigh.
"…There," he whispers, pulling you back against his chest, his arms wrapping securely around you. "Now you can't drown."
His lips press gently to the top of your head, lingering there as the heat of the water soothes your tired muscles.
"…Comfortable?" he asks, his voice low and rough with exhaustion—but still so, so tender.
you sigh in relief at the hot water engulfing your tense muscles, settling back against him.
you tip your head back to rest on his shoulder, looking at him upside down before grinning,
“..Hi.”
A soft huff of laughter escapes him at that, his eyes glittering with fond amusement as he looks down at you—your face upside down and so close, he can see the mole on your left cheek and the scar on your eyebrow- from a previous mission (you'd found it cool, he'd been worried.)
"Hey, angel.." he hums, pressing a slow, gentle kiss to the tip of your nose. "You're adorable.."
His hands slide gently down your stomach and up your sides again, tracing idle patterns against your skin under the water.
"…Just like a cat.”
He chuckles softly, his fingers continuing their lazy caresses as he leans down to press another kiss—this time to your forehead.
"…You're purring, too," he murmurs teasingly, "Or at least, you're making those little sleepy noises that sound like it."
His arms tighten around you slightly, pulling you even closer against his chest—the warmth of the water and the steady rise and fall of his breathing beneath you almost lulling you into drowsiness.
"…Don't fall asleep yet," he whispers, though his own voice is thick with exhaustion "Not until we're out of the water…”
You hum back in response, your head still tipped back, resting on his shoulder. Your eyes stay closed, your back to his chest as the hot water sloshes around you both, “hm.. talk to me then. this feels too nice to not feel sleepy”
He sighs softly at that, his hands continuing to trace and occasionally squeeze your sides —his touch gentle, almost tender on your skin
"…What do you want me to talk about?"
One of his hands moves up to your hair, fingers gently carding through the damp strands as he looks down at you—your face still upside down, eyes closed, cheeks flushed with heat.
"Anything specific, or do you want to hear me recite the latest cursed energy textbook I was given?”
You snort lightly, “That's supposed to keep me awake? hm no.. say something interesting..”
"I guess not," grinning at your response before his fingers thread through your hair, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.
he's quiet for a long moment, seeming to be mulling over his response—and when he finally speaks, there's a hint of a smile in his weary voice, "…Did I tell you about the time Principal Yaga asked me to dog-sit for him?”
You peek an eye open, amused by this new information, “Yaga has a dog..?”
He chuckled softly, his hand moving to brush a stray lock of hair gently away from your face, fingers still trailing lazily through the rest.
"He does, yeah," he replies, his fingertips tracing slow patterns on your scalp. “A corgi.”
You hum back, “..short.”
He lets out a soft laugh—his fingers pausing in your hair for just a second—before continuing their slow, soothing motions.
"Very," he agrees, his voice warm with amusement. "And loud. It barked at me for, like, an hour straight when I first got there."
His thumb brushes gently against your temple, his touch feather-light.
"…I think it was judging me.”
You add, “Or, it just sensed rika and got anxious,”
He hums in acknowledgement, his fingers slipping from your hair to trail over your shoulder, slow circles against your skin under the water.*
"You're probably right," he concedes—though there's a hint of humor in his voice. "…She was a sweetheart after that, though. Let me give her belly rubs and everything.”
He presses a soft kiss to your shoulder, his grip on you tightening just slightly.
"…What about you?" he asks quietly, "Are you a cat person, or a dog person?”
“You already know that..”
He huffs, amused by your reply. He squeezes your waist gently, fingers tracing patterns against your hip under the water
"Of course I do," his voice taking on a slightly teasing tone. "But I like hearing you talk."
He takes a moment, just gazing down at you—your head still resting upside down on his shoulder—taking in the soft, sleepy look in your eyes, the steam from the hot bath coloring in your cheeks a pretty shade of red— cherry.
"…So come on. Indulge me.”
Your eyes watch him sleepily from this angle before closing again as you grin, “cats, obviously.”
He lets out a soft, breathless laugh at that—his fingers trailing up your side, brushing against your ribs lightly before settling back around your waist.
"Of course," he murmurs, his voice thick with amusement—and something else, soft and warm, blooming in his ribs, thrumming softly in his heart, "Should've known."
His thumb traces slow circles on your hip, his touch almost absentminded—as if he can't quite bring himself to stop touching you.
"…You'd be a cat, too," he muses quietly, "If you were an animal."
He leans down to press a kiss to your forehead—lingering there for a moment before pulling back with a sigh.
"…Alright," *he murmurs, "We should get out before you actually fall asleep.”
You protest the instant you feel him shift behind you, a loud 'mhmm' slipping past your lips
Your brows scrunch up— but your eyes remain closed, holding onto the edge of your blissed out state. Your lips on the other hand seem to resist more, pouting at the sudden interruption,
“Hmm, no,” you settle back against him, as if to keep him there, “we're talking, yuuta.”
He lets out a soft, breathless laugh at your protest—his fingers immediately moving to smooth over the scrunch between your brows, his touch gentle.
"…We were talking," he replies, his voice thick with amusement, "Until someone decided to turn into a sleepy little puddle in my arms."
His thumb brushes over your bottom lip—just barely—before he leans in to press a slow, lingering kiss there.
"…But fine," he sighs, his arms tightening around you slightly, "We can stay a little longer."
His fingers resume their idle tracing along your skin—slow, soothing circles on your hip, your waist, your stomach—as he settles back against the tub with a sigh.
"…What else do you want to talk about, baby?" he asks softly, "Before you actually doze off on me?”
“You'd be a border collie if you had an animagus.. or a wolf, depending on if it's dorm yuuta or mission yuuta..”
He barks out a short laugh at that, amused by the randomness of the statement,
"…A border collie, huh?"
The corners of his mouth quirk up in a small smile as he looks down at you—your hair wet and sticking to your face—eyes shut, still in the same position from earlier, with your head on his shoulder.
"And…mission Yuuta vs. dorm Yuuta?" he asks, an eyebrow raised.
He grins—wide and boyish—clearly enjoying this.
"Then what? Go on, expand," he presses, his fingers tracing slow circles on your stomach again, his touch teasing. "You can't just drop that and not explain."
He leans in, pressing a quick kiss to your shoulder before pulling back—his expression still playful.
"Come on," he murmurs, "Tell me.”
You tip your head back to settle comfortably against his shoulder, keeping your eyes open this time as you start, “I meant the loyalty part, plus they love their friends a lot, and they're protective, and affectionate, and smart— technically both species share those traits, so it's just intensity difference, softer version of those traits usually and a power scaled version during missions..”
yuuta chuckles softly, clearly enjoying the description.
"Power scaled, hm? You seem to have thought about this before..”
His hands slide up to your shoulders, squeezing gently, his thumbs rubbing slow, lazy circles into the taut muscles. He's quiet for a moment—just looking down at you as you rest against him—before asking,
"…Which one do you like better?", his voice low and almost quiet. “Border collie or wolf?”
His hands move down your hips again, pulling you closer—so you're pressed flush against his chest, your back to his front.
“Hm, I like them both, it's all just you after all.”
"You can't just say the same thing for both," he complains, his arms wrapping around you—one around your waist, the other against your stomach, "You gotta choose one."
He presses another kiss to the curve of your shoulder, slow and languid—his touch lazy.
"…So come on, baby. Choose.”
“..mhmm.. No, if you asked me to choose, I'd just be greedy and say both.”
He laughs at that, the sound low and deep and fond as he tightens his grip on you slightly.
"Of course you'd be greedy. You always are, aren't you, baby?"
His hands slide up your stomach, fingers moving lazily over your skin—tracing slow, languid circles—before he presses a kiss to your shoulder again, this time a little more lingering.
"Always, always, wanting more and more…" He murmurs against your damp skin, nipping lightly at the crook of your neck. He feels you shiver against him—and grins.
"…But that's okay," he continues, his breath hot on your neck. "I like that about you."
His hands slide up your sides again, his grip tightening around your waist as he pulls you closer—so that your back is flush against his chest— and he presses a slow, languid kiss to the side of your neck, just beneath your jawline, before his mouth moves up to your ear—the tip of his tongue tracing your earlobe lightly as he speaks.
"…And I don't mind giving you all you want,
I like spoiling you."
His hands continue tracing idle patterns on your skin under the water—just below your breasts, his touch teasing—and he lets out a soft chuckle against your ear.
"…My spoiled little thing.”
You squirm a little in his hold, your head is still resting back against his shoulder but it's clear the vibe has shifted now, the air is heavier, denser, curling between you, its tendrils reaching out from his mouth to yours and you shudder as you feel his breath hit the nape of your neck.
"…Already getting impatient, baby?" he murmurs, his hands pausing for a moment, just above where he knows you want them.
"Don't you want to be good? Good girls get to come. You know that, angel."
He nips softly at the spot just below your earlobe, his tongue tracing the sensitive skin there again—a light, languid touch that makes you shiver. "…But you need to be patient. That's how it works."
His hand slides up to wrap loosely around your throat—cold fingers stark against your want neck, and you almost hunch your shoulders. His thumb idly strokes over your pulse, he doesn't squeeze or tug, just lets it sit there—a choker of flesh, adorning your soft damp skin.
You tip back your head to meet his eyes again, for the seventh time during this bath but this time they're not lidded with sleep or affection, not bright with amusement— they've dimmed out into a daze, your pupils blowing wide until they consume the brown of your irises almost completely, “mhm.. stop getting us riled up, yu.. we're supposed to sleep after this, baby.”
He grins, the look in his own eyes dark and hungry as he holds your gaze—almost like a wolf that just spotted its prey.
"…But you're just so cute when you get like this, angel..," He tugs you back, pressing himself fully against you again—every inch of his body flush against yours. "And I'm just getting started, baby.”
His hands slide up your body again, his touch more insistent this time—moving from your hip up to your sides, tracing over the birthmark by your ribs, then stopping just below your breasts as his thumbs brush the underside.
You arch into his touch involuntarily, chest pushing up to push into his palms, the smooth fat spilling into his hands, inviting him to touch more of you.
He watches as you involuntarily press up, his grip on your throat reflexively tightening at the subtle movement. He holds you there for a moment, his breath hot against your neck as you squirm against him.
yuta presses warm, open-mouthed kisses down your throat, pausing to nip at the sensitive spot just beneath your collarbone.
"…You get desperate so fast, baby. You just can't help it, hmm? You need more, don't you?"
His hands continue their slow, teasing movements—palming your breasts, rolling your nipples between his fingers—as he presses another kiss to your shoulder.
"…You're so responsive," he breathes, his grip on your throat loosening just enough to let you gasp in air before tightening again—gentle, but firm. "Always so eager…"
His thumb flicks over your nipple again—harder this time—just to watch you squirm.
you can't help the way your thighs squeeze together involuntarily, your breathing getting heavier with each pinch and roll of his fingers. yuta did always have a preference for your chest, it's clear in the way your tits have gotten so sensitive with how often he's on them. your head tips back against his shoulder when he tugs one nipple between his index and middle finger, “yuu—hah..”
yuuta watches, his voice thick with arousal as he takes in your face—your lips parted, your breath coming in shallow gasps. "Already so worked up for me angel…"
you flush at the way his sounds behind you, so close to your ear, turning your head to bury in his neck, face burning from what you're about to mumble next
“yuyu… want you to- to..use me.”
"Oh?" he lets out a soft, breathless laugh at the words, you feel the way he stills for a second, and the blush that takes over his face but it's immediately replaced by a dazed eagerness. "Wanna be used, baby?" He murmurs against your neck, "…Wanna be my pretty little toy, and let me do whatever I want…?”
The description has you whining silently into his neck, one of your hands gripping his wrist as he continues teasing your nipples and the other gripping the bathtub to stabilize yourself. It always manages to catch you off guard, the way he can sound so soft while whispering the filthiest stuff to you but you manage to answer
“..yes..”
"Good girl…" He murmurs against your ear, the sound of your words making his stomach tighten with need, "…Do you want a little game, pretty baby?”
“A game..?” you mumble back, partially curious but suspicious of the gleam in his eye.
He grins—slow and wicked—his fingers still teasing your nipples as he leans in to press a slow, open-mouthed kiss to your neck.
"Mmhmm," he murmurs against your skin, "A game."
"…You get to come, but only if you can stay quiet while I touch you." His thumb flicks over your nipples, both at once—just to hear the soft, choked sound you make in response. "Think you can do that, baby?”
“...For how long?”
"…Until I say so," he murmurs, his voice thick with amusement—and something darker. "Until I decide you've been good enough."
“You just need to stay quiet for me, okay?…Think you can do that f' me? Be my pretty little toy?”
"Mhm. That's my good girl…" he murmurs against your neck, pleased by your agreement, "…So pretty and good for me. How about no squirming, too? Can you do that? Can you stay nice and still while I touch you like this?”
“Yuutaaa… that's too much—” you whine in protest as he ups the stakes.
"…Too much?" he laughs softly but you don't miss the mischief beneath it, "But you're doing so well, baby. You're being so good for me."
His thumb flicks over your nipple again—pinching softly—just to hear the soft, choked sound you make in response.
"…Just a little longer," he breathes against your skin, "You can do it, can't you?”
His grip on your throat tightens just slightly—not enough to hurt, just enough to make your pulse flutter beneath his fingertips—as he continues,
"…Almost there." he murmurs, "Just hold on a little longer…”
His fingers tighten just slightly around your throat—not enough to cut off your air, just enough to make your pulse jump under his fingertips—as his other hand finally, finally slides lower, fingertips tracing slow circles over your stomach before dipping between your thighs.
"…There we go," he murmurs, voice rough with satisfaction as he feels how wet you already are for him. "Look at you—so desperate for me already."
His fingers press against your clit—just once, teasingly—before pulling away again, leaving you aching.
"…Still gonna be good?" he breathes against your ear, "Still gonna stay quiet for me?”
He had intended to tease longer but finds himself groaning softly at the sight of you—your head tipped back against his shoulder, your breath coming in shallow gasps—his fingers finally, finally pressing against your clit again, this time rubbing slow, deliberate circles.
"…Fuck, baby," he breathes, his voice rough with want, "You're so perfect like this—so good for me."
His fingers continue their slow, teasing movements—circling your clit, pinching, rolling the sensitive ball of nerves between his fingers, pressing just enough to make your thighs tremble—before he leans in, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to your neck.
"…Come for me, baby," he breathes, "Let me feel you.”
His fingers immediately dipping lower with his words, pressing against your entrance teasingly before sliding inside, feeling along your gummy walls, biting back a whine as he watches as he feels your hole gape and suck him in readily.
"..fuck—," he murmurs, his voice thick with satisfaction as he feels how easily you take him, " ‘s that what you needed, baby?"
His fingers curl inside you—pressing against that sweet spot—as his thumb flicks over your clit again, torturing the puffy red spot.
"…Gonna come for me now?" he breathes against your ear, "Gonna let me feel you?”
“Yu- hah- faster, baby don't stop—” your head tips back unceremoniously against his shoulder, half lolling off to touch the ceramic tub behind you both, eyes squeezed shut as you near the edge.
"Faster?" he murmurs against your ear, his voice thick with amusement, "But I thought you wanted to stay quiet, pretty."
He presses a slow, open-mouthed kiss to your neck, his tongue dragging over your pulse point before he adds,
"…If I go faster, I'm gonna make you cry out, angel.”
you murmur impatiently into his neck, “Please baby- hah- you like listening to me anyways, don't you?”
He lets out an amused low laugh and his grip tightens just slightly around your neck
"…Maybe I do," he whispers against your skin, "Maybe I like listening to your pretty little moans, baby. But you're already so close, aren't you? You're making such pretty noises for me like this."
He kisses your neck again before murmuring,
"…Can you take it, hm? Can you take me a little harder, angel?”
“Mhmn, yeah- yu- faster, please…”
He groans softly at your words—his fingers immediately picking up their pace, thrusting into you faster now, curling just right—as his thumb presses harder against your clit, rubbing in tight, relentless circles.
"…Fuck," he breathes, his voice rough with want, "You feel so good, baby—so tight, so wet—"
His fingers curl inside you—relentless, perfect—as his thumb presses harder against your clit, rubbing in tight, unforgiving circles.
"That's it," he huffs against your neck—voice wrecked, breath hot on your skin— "Let go, angel. Come for me."
And you do—hard—back arching, thighs trembling as pleasure crashes over you in waves, his name a broken gasp against his shoulder.
He doesn't stop.
His fingers keep moving—slower now, gentler—drawing out every last shudder as he murmurs praises against your sweat-damp skin,
"…So good for me…so perfect, look at you…"
Only when you whimper—oversensitive—does he finally still, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder as he pulls his hand away.
"…Told you you could do it," he breathes, voice smug—and so, so fond.
Coming down from your high, you finally take in your surroundings, flushing at the sight of murky water, “yuyu the bath water..”
Yuuta blinks—glancing down at the water—before letting out a soft, breathless laugh.
"…Oh," he murmurs, his voice thick with amusement, "Yeah. That's…definitely not just water anymore."
"…Guess we really should get out now, huh?”
You turn around to face him— still breathless from your high, but then again you can't leave him hanging, can you?
“Do you wanna take me from the back, yuyu…?”
He lets out a low, rough groan at that— thoughts immediately side tracking to images of you on all fours, your hands gripping the porcelain tub for support, as he gets behind you, driving himself into you—and he's definitely tempted.
"…Yeah? You’d like that, angel?”
You whisper back, gauging his running thoughts that have you biting back a smile,
“Not in the tub, that's risky.. I meant back in the room..”
He hums—hands trailing lazily down your body, stopping at the outside of your thighs as he considers.
"…You want me to pick you up and carry you back to the room then, baby?” His voice is low, playful, and full of amusement as it murmurs against your skin, his fingers squeezing gently at your thighs. "Cuz I'm not sure if you can walk back by yourself…you're trembling pretty bad right now.”
You consider it before speaking up again,
“I should be ok.. just help me out of the tub. That part is slippery, I don't wanna fall and break my jaw..”
His hands immediately move to your waist, steadying you as he helps you stand—his grip firm and secure.
"…Careful," he murmurs, his voice still rough with want, "Wouldn't want you hurting yourself before I get to ruin you properly."
You make your way back to the bedroom, towel dried and wearing a bathrobe each (you had convinced him to get you both a set off of amazon, in thoughts of making your day off more relaxing.. though you didn't exactly have this method of relaxation in mind at the time)
Eventually you settle into bed, scooting to sit against the headboard.
Your hair is still damp from the shower, the strands sticking to the back of your neck but you ignore them in favor of eying your boyfriend across the room,
maybe you shouldn't have pressed the bathrobe idea after all… it covers up his abs, leaving you to imagine the moisture still clinging to the ridges, or a drop sliding down to his happy trail—
He catches your wandering eyes, flushing a bit at the look on your face before he's mirroring your dazed look. His patience thins and in quick long strides he's closing the distance between you, crawling onto the bed and towards you, his eyes dark and hungry as he positions himself over you.
He braces himself on his hands on either side of your hips, his eyes roaming over your body, taking in the way the robe clings to your curves, or the hint of cleavage peeking out— god
“Wait yuu..”
Gently you push him back with a finger to his lips, and he resists the urge to take it in his mouth. Instead, he obediently watches you move to grab one of the pillows, turning away from him to slip off the bath robe revealing your soft skin. He's about to move but you're not done yet, shifting to lie on your stomach, arms lifting to hug the pillow and your face smushed into it.
He blinks—momentarily stunned—before letting out a soft, breathless laugh,
"…Oh?" he murmurs, his voice thick with amusement— and the hint of desire clear under it.
"…You want it like this, baby?" he breathes, his fingers tracing slow circles on your skin as he leans down, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the small of your back.
"…Fuck, angel.. you...”
He exhales sharply—his hands gripping your hips tighter as he presses another kiss to the base of your spine, this one lingering just enough to make you shiver.
You doubt you've even reached that section of skin yourself, and feeling it suddenly exposed to touch is surprisingly intimate.
"…You're so pretty like this," he murmurs, voice barely above a whisper, "All spread out for me..."
His fingers trail up your thighs, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh of your ass as he spreads you slightly—just enough to see the slick glistening between your legs.
"…Look at you," he breathes, "Already so wet f’me."
He leans down, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the inside of your thigh—nipping lightly,
"…Gonna take my time with you, baby.”
He kisses across your skin—slow, deliberate—mouth moving up the back of your thigh, across your hip, up the side of your spine, his hands following close behind, fingers spreading across and squeezing the expanse of your heated skin.
He pauses, his mouth stopping just behind your ear—teeth grazing the sensitive, delicate skin—as his hands slide up to your wrists, gently pinning them against the pillow as he presses himself against you, body flush against yours, his arousal unmistakable and you can feel his hard on pressing against your thighs.
"…Shit," he breathes, his voice choked, "You feel so good—so warm—"
His lips find the back of your neck—kissing, nipping—as he rocks his hips against you once, twice—just enough to tease,
"…Gonna make you feel so good."
His hands slide up your thighs, spreading you slightly—just enough—before he presses himself against you, his cock finally sliding between your slick folds,
"…There," he breathes, "That what you wanted, baby?”
He hums against your skin—his lips brushing the curve of your shoulder as he stills inside you, his breath hot and uneven.
His fingers trace idle patterns on your hip—gentle, teasing—as he waits for you to continue, his cock twitching inside you at the sound of your breathless gasp as you struggle to adapt to his size.
He's barely keeping his head clear enough to check on you, you're as tight as ever, eagerly swallowing him in. And when you clench around him on purpose, whining for him to move, he has to bite your shoulder to hold himself from ramming into you.
"Ah.. already, baby? Are you sure, you don't need to hurry- we can take it slow.. shit—”
You cut him off with muffled whine, burying your face deeper into the pillow
“ovulation week.. can't help it, need you, need ya ’sho badd yuu, right now— don't wanna wait-”
He huffs a soft, breathless laugh at that and he presses a kiss to the back of your neck, his hands gripping your hips a little tighter, as he rocks into you with slow, deep thrusts.
(you don't see the way his face flushes and his knuckles whiten at your needy rambles- you sound prettiest when you're under him, he thinks, or over him, he doesn't really care when he gets to have you like this)
"…I see…"
He murmurs, voice rough—amused.
"Guess I should be glad I've got stamina then," he teases. "To keep up with you.”
And despite his own heady mind, he can't quite keep the smirk from his lips at thought,
"Is that why you were so eager earlier?"
He asks, tone still amused—but there's a hint of perverted curiosity in his words as he keeps up the lazy, languid pace he'd set. "Needed me, baby?”
“Mhmm— it's so annoying- want it allll the time during this week..”
He hums—his lips pressing another kiss to the back of your shoulder before he murmurs mock sweetly,
"Poor baby…Can't help it, hm? Your body just wants it, needs it all the time? Needs me all the time, hm?”
He laughs softly again—his breath hot against your skin as he runs his hands across your back, slow, idle touches—his lips brushing your spine, kissing, nibbling.
It's overstimulating, he's everywhere, one hand snaking around to lazily tweak your pebbled nipples, the other pressing down your hip to hold you to the mattress as he gives it to you just the way you want it— slow, deep thrusts, making sure you feel every inch of him glide through your silky walls, the vein running down the side and his mushroom tip pressing into your cervix.
He pulls out completely, only to bottom out up to the base, a shaky laugh escapes when you gasp, lifting your ass to grind into him.
"…guess all I can be is diligent, then, huh?"
He murmurs, voice low, "Gotta help you take care of your needs. Ovulation week turns you into a needy little bunny in heat, baby.”
You flush at the comparison, sinking deeper into the pillow, “shut up..”
"But I'm right, aren't I?" He whispers right against your ear, one hand squeezing your tits while the other roams down to hike your thighs higher so he can reach deeper into you.
"You just get so needy this time of the month, don't you? Mmh.. all hot and desperate…”
"…and so so sensitive," he murmurs, voice thick with amusement, "Can't even take a little teasing without getting all flustered."
"…But you like it, don't you?" he adds breathlessly.
You vaguely question since when he got so talkative— only for all thoughts to leave you as soon as his pace picks up,
"You like when I talk to you like this—when I call you my needy little bunny—" His fingers dip between your thighs—just barely brushing over your clit—before pulling away again, leaving you to clench around him gapingly.
"…Don't you?”
He exhales sharply—his fingers tightening slightly on your hips as he presses you down to rut into you properly,
"Hah…Gonna take care of you, baby," he babbles, "Gonna- gonna give you little bunnies."
His pace quickens—just slightly—each thrust punctuated by the sharp slap of skin against skin, his fingers digging into your hips as he chases his own release.
"…That's right," he whispers, rough, low, breathless,
"Gonna fill you up. Give you everything you need. Just take it all f’me, baby—"
His hand sneaks around your front, finding your lips, his thumb traces across your bottom lip, gathering up the drool that's leaked out—cute, he thinks, everything about you is just so cute— before he’s slipping it inside, slowly teasing your tongue.
He lifts his head from your shoulder, his other hand gently tangling in your hair, pulling back just enough so your face is in sight, and he groans at sight of you messily sucking on his thumb. his eyes drop to the small puddle that's gathered on your pillow and he wonders if there's a similar puddle forming on the sheets down where he's still burried in you.
"Guess I better make the most of it, then. Can't have my bunny going unsatisfied, can I?”
He hums, as if agreeing to his own words, “Mhmm.. that'd just be cruel."
His fingers find your chin, turning your face towards him, before he leans in and presses a soft, deep kiss to your lips. It's gentle at first—and then his tongue is licking into your mouth, wrapping clumsily around your own as he gives it a slow, filthy suck—his hands grasping your hips tighter, pulling you back against him.
"…Don't worry, baby. I'll take good care of you. Just relax for me, hm?"
His head falls forward to rest against your shoulder blades, one hand holding both your wrists captive at the small of your back, the other gripping your hip as he finally gives in and fucks you properly,
"…There" he groans, "That’s it—take it—fuck—"
You're almost afraid your head will bump into the headboard from the impact, but your head’s too foggy to think ‘bout anything other than the way he's stretching you, he's so big and you feel so full, and oh—
“You feel me right here yeah, pretty girl? Tell me –hah– how you feel f’me? C’mon pretty speak.”
His breath comes ragged against your skin, his hips snapping forward with each thrust—deep, relentless—his fingers digging into your flesh hard enough to leave marks.
"Talk to me," he pants, "Tell me how good it feels—tell me how full you are—"
His hand slides around your hip, fingers pressing against your clit in rough, circling strokes—just enough to push you closer to the edge.
"Now, baby—say it—"
And you do—whimpering, shaking—words spilling out between gasps as he fucks you through it, "Feels- hah—feels so good yuu- oh my god..yuu-ta—”
He groans—low and wrecked—at the sound of your voice breaking around his name, his fingers tightening on your clit just as his hips snap forward one last time, burying himself deep as he shudders gasping against your back.
"Love you," Yuta whines against her mouth, "I love you, I love you, I love you—my angel— everything—ah- I'm going to—"
His rhythm stutters—his release crashing over him as he spills inside you, shooting spurts of white hot liquid into you with a ragged groan, eyes rolling back from sensitivity when you clench down on him as you finally cum too.
For a moment, all that fills the room is the sound of heavy breathing—his forehead pressed between your shoulder blades, his hands still gripping your hips—before he finally pulls back slightly, pressing a slow, lazy kiss to the nape of your neck. He pulls back slowly, biting back a curse at the creamy ring circling the base of his cock, the same white liquid spilling out of you.
Yuuta watches transfixed before slowly lifting a hand to softly nudge it back into you, ignoring the way you mewl in protest,
"…god," he murmurs, voice wrecked, "You’re gonna ruin me."
mdni - your boyfriend Sugu sharing you with Toru <3
You were grinding on your boyfriend Suguru's cock on the couch, sleepy with little whines, having half fallen asleep in his lap during the movie you all had on.
"Mnh, Sugu..." you were gasping out. Too sleepy to realize your roomie and best friend Satoru was right there, blushing.
Oh, Suguru knows- he just didn't care, not when you feel that good. He already knows Satoru wants you, he'd walked by him as he jerked his cock mumbling your name.
You feel too good grinding on him not to grip your ass, moaning in your ear -
"Princess, Toru is right there," you had bit your lip, pretty, fucked out eyes looking right at Satoru Gojo, who was blushing in the dark, the TV light casting shadows on his face.
"Toru," you mumble, rolling your hips again, lashes fluttering shut. "I'm sorry, feels s'good and..."
"It's okay... " he mumbles, his cock leaking sticky precum against his boxers, as he hears the rustle of clothing, the sound of Suguru’s cock rutting your panty-clad pussy, the slight motion of his hips.
Satoru almost cums just from hearing your sleepy little whine, you can see his cock straining underneath his pajama pants, making his gut clench up.
Fuck he wants to feel you - any of you - the amount of times Satoru has listened to you both fuck is obscene.
"Oh," You blush, leaning to whisper in Suguru’s ear. "He is um...he's so..."
"Why wouldn't he be hard? Pretty little thing right here," Sugruru tugs your top down as his breath ghosts your skin, showing one of your cute nipples right for Satoru to see, who bites down on his plump lower lip. "Look at her, isn't she pretty?"
"Very pretty," Satoru's words are strained, adjusting his cock to see your lips part, your eyes darting to that bulge.
"Why wouldn't he be hard? Pretty tits right for him to see," Sugruru sighs, leaning back and tugging your panties aside, eyeing your slick, messy cunt. "Do you like him here, princess? Watching?"
You do - but you're sleepy, embarrassed, so wet and horny it's painful. "Toru do you... does it..."
"I uh.. " he sighs, running a hand over his cock and wincing at how bad it's straining. "I can go take care of this. Or..."
"Or I could?" You peek at Suguru, who had you lifted, his fat cock nudging your slick hole, that piercing catching your twitchy clit. "Mnh! Sugu..."
"You wanna make Toru feel better?"
You nod, blushing then.
"He did have a bad break up."
"Toru!" You pout. "You didn't tell me..."
"Yeah," as if Satoru wasn't picturing you arched in front of him when he hit it from the back. You look all sweet, all concerned, before Suguru glides right in your cunt, and your eyes roll back in your skull, stretching you out without any play you're so wet.
"S-Sugu! Ah!"
Satoru tugs out his cock, thick and veiny, watching that mess of slick drool down his best friend as h e leans back. Satoru can't help but whine out as he stares at you, riding his best friend's cock, his own hand tentatively brushing your cheek, leaning close as his friend pummels your cervix.
"So pretty," he whispers, feeling your blush heat your skin, you lean close, your eyes all sleepy as Satoru strokes his own cock.
"Can I taste you?" He almost cums from that damn question.
"Yes! I mean... yeah..." He eagerly swipes some of his precum, slipping it between your lips as Suguru bottoms out. You suck Satoru's milky cum off his thumb while you whine out, cheeks hollowed.
"Wanna suck his cock, Princess?" Suguru asks, it's hard to speak looking at you like this, when you turn back and he sees his friend's cum on your lips, he can't help but flick his tongue against them, tasting it and moaning, his cock pulsing inside.
"Yes... please..." You cry out when Suguru pulls out with a mess falling, laughing at just how wet you are.
"Then get on your knees for us."
You eagerly obey, knees sinking into the cushions of the couch, mouth open and eager to take Satoru's pink tip, you feel his hands grip your hair tight, hear his gasp. "Oh f-fuck... your mouth is s'good, sweetheart..."
"Isn't it?" Suguru asks, lining his tip back up and filling you, all while you look up at Toru whose glasses are fogging with his breaths, his hands trembling just a bit when they pull too hard, making you whine around his cock, pretty tip soft like velvet on your little tongue.
"M'sorry... too rough I..."
"She loves it," Suguru murmurs, gripping your waist to drag you down his cock, his balls smacking your neglected clit, shoving Satoru's cock so deep you choke around it. "Don't you, baby?"
"Mmm," you pull back with a messy pop, lips coated in spit. "I do."
Satoru thinks he's in love with his best friend's girl once she makes his goddamn cock dissappear - all eight inches, too, nose nestled against the little light smattering of white hair. You're drooling down his heavy balls, tight and ready to pump you full - as him and his best friend take turns fucking your holes, using your body between them faster and faster.
Satoru doesn't make it long, he pulls back and sucks in a breath, but the way your throat is reflexively pulsing while Suguru pounds your messy cunt is too fucking good.
"S-sweetheart... m'close...." He goes to pull back when you grip his thigh, nails pressing into the bare muscle where his pants are shoved down, looking all lovingly and pretty up at him.
"She loves swallowing," Suguru says, all proud of you clearly, his cock slamming inside so deep it kisses your cute lil cervix. His long hair falls against your skin as he hovers over you, fingertips trailing down your spine, while Satoru's whimpering. "Go ahead and show him how good you take it. You're such a good girl like this, isn't she?"
"She i-is," Satoru tries to pull back, worried about hurting your throat with the flood of cum about to pour from his pink tip, but you suck harder, lips wrapping so goddamn pretty, he moans your name, head falling forward, gripping your hair till he's pulling at the strands.
You do love to swallow, and Satoru is salty but somehow there's a little sweetness, it coats your mouth as you gulp, shattering around Suguru's length that's curving just write, piercing dragging on your sweet spot just so, till you're a gushing little mess between them.
Suguru's following Satoru, pumping your cunt so damn full it's already trying to spill out with it, white coating your spread wide lips. He leans back to watch, groaning as he slowly fucks it back into you, and Satoru eases out, cupping your face and damn near collapsing on the couch.
"Feel better about the breakup?" You whisper, he moans and gives you a little nod, leaning down as Suguru pulls you up to your knees, wrapping an arm around your waist, kissing up your neck.
"Much better," Satoru leans forward and kisses himself off you, blushing. "S'that okay?"
"I just swallowed your cum, you can kiss me," Suguru snorts, but you find it adorable when he kisses you again and again, moaning as Suguru's release pours down your inner thighs, and Satoru's fingers slide down, shoving it back on. He's filthy with it as he licks his own cum off your tongue, and Suguru's lips are just a breath away from Gojo's.
"Could we share her, Sugu? Pretty please?"
"We just did-"
"No like... be my girlfriend too?" He's all pouty and cute, but Suguru scowls, tugging you back, just for Satoru to finger more cum in your sore cunt, his cock already throbbing and hard again. "I said please!"
"No!?"
"You never shared when we were kids, you're selfish!"
They bicker as they fuck you again, until you're so full of both their cum in all three holes that you give up and go to sleep.
*****
we already know when I'm horny I write satosugu filth lol
You relished in the way yuta was so submissive for you. So when he tried topping you for the first time it came to you as a shock.
It started off as just kissing, one thing lead to another as he gently pushed you onto the bed.
You cocked a brow at his sudden boost in confidence. It made you smile seeing yuta take the initiative for once.
“Someone’s in a good mood” testing the waters with a little bit of tease. Imagine your surprise when he only kissed you harder forcing you to shut up.
“M’always in a good mood with you..” he said. His voice was soft and low, not pitched and whiney. Which it typically was when you’d tease him. Oh?
He made quick work of your shorts pulling them down swiftly, his big blue eyes lidded and not leaving yours for a second.
This was extremely odd. But you couldn’t help but squirm now. with your face heating up, you found it hard to maintain eye contact with yuta, only
Glancing to the side as he hooked his long fingers under your panties. He could see the result of what he was doing to you.
“Wow…this all for me?” He said as his fingers found your clit, rubbing small tight circles around the bundle of nerves with an agonizingly slow pace.
“Y-yeah..” your voice soft. Your eyes darting everywhere but Yuta’s own. He let out a soft breath as he leaned over you. His tongue lapping stripes of your neck.
Everything sent tingles down your spine. Was yuta always like this? A series of questions and other things began to flood into your head.
But yuta for some reason was overwhelming you.
Feeling his fingers slip into you made you gasp. The sudden intrusion making you hold his shoulders to ground yourself.
“Y-yuta…” His fingers twisted inside your tight heat. Scissoring you open. “Don..don’t stop….” You could feel him smile even more against your neck.
“T’s not like I can when you’re sucking me in like this..” he said plunging his fingers in a bit faster. “You’re so tight…” he panted. Both of you even more heated than usual.
He was panting against you now, trying his best not to be loud like he normally was because you’d pinch him.
So he opted to smushing his lips against yours again. With both your moans now muffled he peaked an eye open to look at you.
Maybe this is why you liked topping him so much. If his pants weren’t tight before they definitely were now.
He held in his urges anyway as he pushed one of your thighs up to hold with his hand to get an even deeper angle.
You could only mumbled against his lips. His dirty words ringing in your ears as your vision turned white.
“Go ahead,make a mess of yourself..” with the prompt. The coil in your tummy snapped as you gushed all over his fingers. And harder than usual to add.
Now you were left panting as if you’d forgotten how to breathe. Eyes hazy.
How ever yuta wasted no time before climbing over you. Settling between your thighs.
“You got room for more,yeah?” He said placing your hand on his obvious bulge. He was hard, the heat of his cock felt through his pants.
You couldn’t find the right words to tease him currently. With a nod of your head your fingers lifted.
You lazily undid his belt,the metal clanking as it undid. Pulling his boxers down you let his cock spring free, watching as it slapped against his stomach.
His tip was angry and red. Having been neglected longer than usual.
“You gonna fuck me?” Gaining your voice you teased, well a pathetic attempt to. But he only pushed his fat tip inside you without a second thought.
“Of course i am..” he said folding you in half. He groaned seeing where you both stickily connected.
More motivated he pushed in all the way with one smooth motion. An involuntary moan slipping from your lips. Hips bucking at the sudden fullness of him inside you.
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Must've been the wind...
Summary: The JJK boy confesses after someone takes their phone!
ꕥIncludes: S Gojo. S Geto. K Nanami. T Fushiguro. S Kong. A Todo. R Sukuna. Y Itadori. M Fushiguro. T Inumaki. C Kamo. N Zenin. I Takuma.
TW: Naoya Zenin and his brother who is arguably worse. (who I also had to look up because I didn't know naoya had siblings)
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I really want to add more of mimiko and nanako to suguru's texts I feel like they're such a crucial role in his life.
I have ideas to do another cod smau since I haven't done one in literal ages but I feel like they don't do as well as my jjk smau's... we shall see! Requests are still open! 🎀
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Synopsis. First time breaking the bed = his first time breaking you, too.
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Higuruma x Reader, Gojo x Reader, Ino x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!reader, breaking beds, some desks, FÉRAL JJJK men, ROUGH s, doggy, p sIapping, manhandIing, p talking, some plot, professor!Nanami, emo!Choso, D píercings, Itadori Jin cameo, true form Sukuna, DP, running from it, GOJO’S POWERS, overstím, marathons, dúmbifícation, slight exhíbitíonism, REACTIONS, pet names, swéaring.
A/N. I volunteer as tribute-
♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - Bed #6
You’re sure the employees at your local IKEA hated you.
Because the first time your bedframe suddenly collapsed in on itself, you’d blamed its lifespan - it was an old thing (probably), and not built to last anyways (maybe). It had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that your boyfriend had pounded you speechless on top of it last night, right?
Right…
And then collapsed the second bedframe—dammit! Those furniture aisles weren’t getting any cheaper, and here you must’ve gone and picked a poor design. But at least the third time’s the charm, right?
Alright, maybe the fourth.
The fifth.
Until it’s your sixth (and most expensive) bedframe yet- with your teary face smushed into the pillows, body tremblin’ on all fours. Toji’s rude, reddened length was just smashing into your core at a feverish pace, messing up your insides from behind.
Each loooong stroke was echoing out the loudest squelches, and above that rhythmic noise you could hear a sudden crack—
“Wh-what…” Raising your bleary head up from the bed, you’re pathetically trying to find the source of that noise. Back arching as you rise, your shaky body somehow scrambling on top of your elbows. But fuck-
It was just so hard when Toji was rolling his vicious hips into yours like that - with his aching hot tip swirlin’ right up against the roof of your cunt, drawing little patterns with his precum that make you whine. And he wasn’t just hitting your g-spot- no, Toji was targeting that cute lil’ bundle of nerves and just bashing it with his swollen shaft.
Again.
And again.
And again and again—“So…” Toji’s parched lips fall open with a snicker, hot breath cascading down your spine. Before you know it, he has one hand attached to the back of your clammy scalp- used to shove your face back into the pillows with his inhuman strength. He leans down to whisper, “-where are we going, doll?”
You shiver, “N-nowhere, Toji-”
“Now that’s obviously a lie.” He’s just pummeling his toned v-line onwards and onwards- every smack, smack, smack hitting the globes of your ass. And your boyfriend’s right hand meanly comes down to spank the glittery folds of your cunt- another cracking sound, and you buck.
You’re moving, you’re pinned down underneath Toji’s sultry weight, you’re hearing the grin in his deep baritone. “Aht aht- see? I don’t remember having a vacation planned.” Scoffing, he’s swatting your every deepest hidden spot, even harder. “So where the fuck do ya think you’re running to, mama?”
“I wasn’t—”
Yet another smack! of his roughened fingertips, and you can feel your ears ring. It’s almost enough to block out the sound of wood splintering that’d caught your attention-
“Now, y’know I don’t appreciate liars.” Toji’s smearing apart those very pussylips of yours, juuuust the slightest bit aside so he gets to tease your knobbly clit. He gets to flick his thumb sensually over it. “Speak.” He gets to pinch—“Before I talk to your madam here.”
You’re whimpering over the loudest slurp-slurp-sluuuurps as you’re taking him even harder, and the rickety bedsprings synchronize right along with you. “It’s just- hah, fuck, you’re so fucking big- it’s just I think that the bed’s about to-”
Spank!
His calloused fingertips just glued to where your sensitive nub was throbbing—“Yeeeees? Two seconds to finish your sentence before I consult her-”
“-break!” Sobbing out your lecherous confession - and the more aggressively Toji’s rutting his thick cock into you, the louder the cracking of the bed grows. Over and over. Following each thrust upon thrust. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck- you’re really going to break the bed, Toji-”
“Break the…?”
And then Toji casts his verdant eyes at the creaky frame, he lets his pussydrunken brain register it. He takes in a sharp intake of breath and oozes out creamy wads of pre into your deepest insides.
“Oh-” Just the sweet, sweet realization that he - he - might’ve been responsible for all five (and perhaps now six) beds you’ve had to replace makes something primal in him twitch. It almost makes him…snap. “Oh fuck.”
BANG—CRACK!
The loudest of them all, Toji claps his left hand down on the top of the headboard- and causes it to crack straight vertically down the middle as if made of cardboard.
Just as roughly as he was snapping his velvety length into you, the patterns of his veins molding themselves to your cervix. Toji’s grumbling, “Oh- fuck, mama, you mean to say that I’ve been fuckin’ her so hard that I…” And with a sound that almost sounds like a growl, he’s taking his left hand off of the useless bed frame now n’ using it to press your spine down. Bludgeoning his aching hips into yours- so hard that you cry out, so hard that the skin at his pelvis burns red, so hard that the bed starts to sag on one side. “And who’s fault is that?”
“Wh-what?” You’re gasping - you damn near can’t believe your ears.
“I said what I said. Didn’t I—” He wasn’t waiting for an answer from you, he was twistin’ his fingers on your clit and listening for the squelches. Smugly humming to himself as if he understood, “Mhmmmm, I did. And whose fault is it that I’ve been so- hah, fuck, insatiable? So greedy? So impatient to bend you over and fuck that pretty pussy until she can’t remember anything but my name?”
Another swat! and those dripping ribbons of sap leak out of you like a faucet.
“That’s right…it’s her fault.”
A few more spanks and you’re sobbing, each one wrenched out of you after the probin’ pushes of Toji’s cockhead. He pinpoints his slick translucent precum everywhere inside- “But- but I’m not the one that broke the bed-”
A sinful drag-drag-draaaaag of your clit, “And did I say it was your fault, mama?” The rugged tips of his fingers come down to tap away at your nub, until you can feel zaps of pleasure burst through your veins. “No, s’this naughty lil’ madam right- ngh, here.”
“Oh…” As if to punish your geysering hole for it, Toji’s perfectly pistoning his hips into yours. Drilling his plump shaft inside just like a madman- “But the- the bed is broken-”
Smack! “So?”
“And you’re still-” Harder and harder. “-going to-” Faster. You could barely even be heard over the cracks and creaks of your shattered bed. “-continue with this broken- fuck- bed?”
He’s raising one dark brow, scarred lips quirking up in amusement. “I broke the bed, not you, doll…” Right after he says this, his rude shaft pulls out of you to flip you over in one movement and lay you out on your back.
Your head rested against the pillows, legs thrown over your shoulders- barely even registering this mating press you’re suddenly put in before he’s shoving his blushin’ tip between your pussy folds once more and pushing. The blood vessels on Toji’s neck pop, swearing underneath his breath. You were still so tight that he has to fight against the resistance, bucking and bucking in rapid, animal half-thrusts. “-yet, that is.”
It feels like you’re being split apart, until you can taste the salted-caramel taste of his precum at your very throat—“Yet?”
“I haven’t broken you…” He finally empties out against your cervix, before grabbing ahold of your throat and draaaaagging you to fuck back. “-yet, mama.”
.
.
.
The employees at the bed section recognized you as you walked in. Again.
You could feel the way they slightly faltered as you waded through the rows of bed frames, you could feel their widened stares, the slight whispers they turned to one another to exchange. And so it took you a bit to steel yourself before you could walk up to one of them - the girl that had helped you last time, too.
“Excuse me-” You’re making yourself known, and her brows slightly raise in confusion at your reappearance here again. Inquiring, “Could you lead me to your strongest bed frames?” And before she can underestimate the requirement - “The strongest of the strong. If you have one made of hard diamond then all the better.”
“O-of course! I can lead you to our extra, extra durable beds if you could just…” And then her eyes flicker behind you - at the towering, trundling man that looked at the mattresses like they were new challengers. Beefy limbs. Pure strength. And then her gaze flicks to the bite marks at your neck, the way your walking kilter was just slightly off.
And at that very moment, you could read it in her eyes—oh, I understand.
“Actually, would you be interested in a custom bed frame, ma’am?”
♡ NANAMI KENTO - Exhi(desk)tion.
“It’s always the quiet ones.” The classmate seated beside you would tut, trying not to draw the attention of your history professor lecturing just a few rows ahead.
Professor Nanami was in the middle of a presentation on the Silk Road: and you knew you should be taking notes for the upcoming final right now, you knew you should be paying more attention to the map with trade routes rather than your blond-haired professor. You knew.
But his molten, hazel eyes briefly flicker your way- and the only thing you can think about at that very second is the zap of electricity that darts down your spine.
Clearing his throat, your stoic professor merely pushes his glasses upwards and turns to the rest of the class. As if nothing had ever even happened.
You were still reeling from your little moment, though you knew - oh, you knew - that the faint tint of red scorching on top of Nanami’s ears meant that he was, too. It’s only with a few deep breaths that you’re tuning back into your reality, with a hushed conversation that was still ongoing-
“Honestly, I think he’d be more of the dead fish type-”
“But he’s so handsome, there’s no way.” Aforementioned classmate insists, and you weren’t surprised that the entirety of your department was falling over handsome, gentle Nanami Kento. “With a face like that? And a body like that? He’s gotta be the type that breaks beds, c’mon-”
Their friend shakes their head, “Nah, it’s the handsome ones that never know what to do. So serious. You seriously think prof Nanami would break beds?”
“Hm…”
And you yourself have to hold back your giggles, because…
“Ngh- fuh-fuck—” A lacquer of saliva sploshes out from your mouth like a faucet, creating a wet sheen that Nanami eagerly bends his body down to lick up. Cleaning you of your sap, it drips down like a puddle on top of his wobbling desk. “M’cumming, professor, oh, m’cumming-”
“Cute…” With a slight snarl, he’s pushing his plump cocktip to swipe down your g-spot. Just so familiar with your sultry pussy that Nanam could map out the exact timing of your peaks, ending off his thrusts with dull thuds! right at each one. “But didn’t I tell you not to call me that when we fuck?”
“O-oh, you did…” You’re trailing off, cockdrunken enough that it was a damn miracle you could even speak coherently still. “Fuck, right there, sir, ngh-”
“Sir?”
And then your ass is feeling the tough slap of his fingerpads, you jolt as you didn’t know that it was coming. Just the sizzlin’ sensation of his punishment, then feeling his blond happy trail soothe over the sting with pap! after pap! after pap! of his drilling hips.
Nanami hums, “That’s a new one- but m’Kento to you, my love.” His glazed tip spurts out a few more beads of sap, a second skin on top of your slick pussy. “Only to you.”
“K-Kento-” You’re clawing from your place on top of his classroom desk, making it creak in your haste to fuck back into his hammers. “Kento Kento- oh, Kento—” Voice cracking.
“Easy there, girlie.” Hushed warning raising goosebumps all over your shaking limbs- and all of Nanami’s loooong nine inches swab around your wet cunt like a madman. Swirlin’ his mushroomy tip, filling you up with his incredible size.
Over and over.
The metal of your professor’s expensive wristwatch caresses down your spine as he pins you further into his work desk, bending you over the polished mahogany. One that rickets after each and every thrust- “Eeeeeasy easy-” After each probe into your spongiest depths, “-take it like my- hah, good girl, darlin’.”
“I- hngh, I already am.” Grumbling half-heartedly underneath your breath, you raise your hips as if to prove your point.
And you didn’t think that Nanam Kento, reputed gentleman, unofficial campus crush, would ever let you do all the work—did you?
No- not at all, in fact.
With a slight smack to your behind, Nanami’s strong hands loop underneath your thighs and lift you straight off the floor. As if you weighed absolutely nothing, he’s stopping your feet from touching the tile, stopping your soppin’ wet pussy from running away- “Mmm, yeah, you already are.” Tilting his head to watch the way your swollen folds take him in, Nanami’s only driving his veined shaft even deeper. And the creaks echoing from the desk are almost deafening- “Look at you- my reeeeeal good girl, huh?”
“I am—hck!” Nodding stupidly, you can’t do anything but whine n’ shake as he’s primally stretching out your channel. Finishing off at your cervix, you could feel a bruise start to formulate where his cock ended off. “I am I am I am-”
“Although…”
Oh?
Before you know it, with yet another rude spank! of his fingertips, you find Nanami now grabbing at the back of your throat to force you to bounce even harder against his cock. “Although, this slutty skirt of yours makes me think ya really aren’t a good girl, hm?”
“O-oh, this?” Oh-so-dazed, you can barely even look down at the skirt that Nanami had just flipped upwards whilst he pounded into you.
“And this blouse-” Tugging on the blouse that you’d worn just for him- your professor’s tugging on the buttons that further leave your heaving chest exposed. “And those- hah, noises.” Angling his plummy, split-ended tip to swipe down your g-spot n’ make you whine. “And not to mention those expressions…those pretty lips.”
The very hand on your neck suddenly twists your head backwards to properly face him, looking over your shoulder. It’s the perfect position for him to target your half-parted lips and spit straight onto the middle of your tongue, “My second favorite lips of yours, darling. So filthy.”
“Sh-shit- they were right.” As you mindlessly babble, your professor looks at you in interest for you to finish. “You are the type to- ngh, break the bed.”
“Gossiping about me?” Nanami coos, before planting yet another infamous spank of his, you were now so past your high that you were veering into overstimulation territory. “So that’s why those grades of yours aren’t improving, hm? You’ve been- ngh, imagining getting fucked by me instead of paying attention.”
“W-well…”
“Well, allow me to- mmm, let you in on a little secret, my love.” He’s breathily whispering against your ear, hulking body bowed so deep that the lines of his abs press through his thin work shirt. Close. So close—you think you were almost near your second orgasm of the day. “We’re already broken the desk-”
And then you can’t even double-check whether Nanami Kento was telling the truth, because at that very moment you’re seeing nothing but pure white.
Pure need.
Pure desire that bubbles in your veins and overflows from your gushing pussy.
You’re suddenly being thrust into your second orgasm - and you can’t do anything but arch your back into Nanami’s pinning, muscular weight and let him fuck you perfectly through the sensations. His drivelling hot tip poking into your g-spot, “F-fuck—” And it’s not you that’s gasping - it’s him. Just as you clench with your heated insides, both of Nanami’s hands come down to cage you on top of the desk and buck—making the desk creak louder than ever. “Fuck, my love- because how can a man not break when he’s inside of you?”
“Oh, Kento.” You’re babbling away, tears streaming down your cheeks. “It feels so g-good…” Blinking your dazed eyes open, and oh-
Oh.
The desk…you couldn’t even call it that.
One side of the piece of furniture was sagging, your nail prints had permanently embedded in the wood, and a great big crack had formed right in the middle where Nanami had been putting in the most force.
And you’re remembering with jolt that this was a mahogany desk.
Your mouth drops, “Oh…oh my god.”
But of course, that doesn’t mean that your professor was stopping- barely even slowing down. He drags his fat, vein-covered shaft along your walls at the convulsions of your high—“Mmm, I prefer ‘Kento’.”
So caught up in your little ministrations - in his furious pace - you don’t notice that the door to the history professor’s classroom was just slightly ajar…
.
.
.
You could feel the whispers even before you sat - it was assigned seating for most of the semester, and you’re throwing a polite smile in the direction of the very same classmates you’d sat next to a few days ago.
Only for them to blanch- and turn to their friend to whisper.
Hm, you wonder, how strange. But it was no major matter - Nanami had just walked into class, setting his briefcase down on his (new) desk, and he looked as handsome as ever.
“No- I’m serious! Just look at the new desk, that’s proof-”
Unwilling, you catch brief wafts of their conversation.
“He really does break beds…well- desks.”
♡ GETO SUGURU - ANIMAL
Geto’s breathy moans. His slight noises that he tried to gnaw on his bottom lip to hide away. The lecherous smacking of his pale hips slamming into yours. The lewd slurps whenever his pretty cock enters your womb. And then—
CRACK—!
Oh my god…did he just…
In the mating press you’d been oh-so-easily folded into, you’re raising your eyes in the direction of the noise- only for Geto Suguru to throb his flared tip against your tenderest spots and make you shut your eyes and gasp.
“F-fuck-” Body squirming restlessly, you try to grip onto Geto’s silken sheets and steel yourself- but he’s only holding onto either side of your arms and pinning you down whilst he tunnels his cock into you. “Fuck! Suguru, the- the bed-”
“The what?” Geto’s dazedly asking, a strange sort of slurring in his tone that you’d usually never hear from the cult- ah, association leader.
Honestly, you don’t think he even registers you properly - you don’t think he even hears it. “Stop thinkin’ silly things, gorgeous.” Nothing in his hotly whirling mind at that moment but the carnal temptation to enter past your sopping pussylips- and then glide his veiny shaft in until he pushes and pushes. “Focus on me.”
He doesn’t want anything else.
He doesn’t need anything else.
Nothing but the sweetness of your walls clenching ‘round him, trickling your wet sap until his pelvis glistens. He’s fucking you furiously- and massages the softest part of your insides until you’re seeing white. And it’s only with the last remaining bit of your rationality that you can manage to squeak out, “Suguru, the- the bed- fuck.”
Rolling those amethyst eyes, “Yeah, m’fucking you on the bed- and what?” He’s ruthlessly asking you, barely even hearing the loud cracks that echo from either side of the bedframe.
Before you know it, one of Geto’s palms comes down on the crowned top of your head. Latched on and pulling you into his rapid thrusts, he’s wetly scouring your every inch of space inside- letting himself go wild. “Don’t you- fuck.” Spitting out between a feral snarl as you begin to clench your bubblegum-like walls, “Don’t you fucking think of tapping out.”
You feel as if he’s punishing you with his painfully hard cock, unable to hide anything from him inside. “I’m- I’m not—” You sputter out with a sob.
“Then just- fucking- take it, gorgeous-” Each of those mean words were punctuated with the most vicious hammer of Geto’s hips, hard enough that you can glimspe the skin ‘round the area of his v-line start to redden and swell.
Just sloppier.
Harder.
Until the bed echoes out with such a deafening ricket that it causes the cult leader to look up, as well. And his urgent heaves finally calm down a little as the dark-haired man takes in the clear splinters in the headboard, the nails that were unscrewing loose by his movements.
Did he do that?
It was finally your chance, and you somehow manage to catch your breath- “Y-you see what I’m talking about? The bed, it’s hngh-” Waves of shivers unfold down your spine as Geto snaps his gluttonous gaze down to you, looking at you as if you were a dessert he just wasn’t ready to give up yet- “-you’ve broken the bed, Suguru.”
And there’s a pause, a beat. As he lets the words sink…“And?”
Your mouth unfastens in shock, “Wh-what-”
Before immediately clasping shut as Geto burrows out a honed thrust that you feel in your very throat. His plump cockhead back to spearing your cute insides, curving against the roof of your pussy so that you can follow his targeted strikes to your cervix.
Your boyfriend looks at you with a dark brow, raised with amusement. “And?” As if that was explanation enough for his response, he fucks each n’ every question straight back into you. Talking like he was crazed, “And what does this pretty pussy want me to do about, gorgeous, hm?”
“Please-” Clawing your nails down his flexing, rippling, shoulders. Unable to even answer his question—“Fuck, what do you mean you’re going even harder after you broke the- b-bed-”
“Does she want me to fuck her sooooft n’ sloooow to stop breaking the bed even more?” Geto asks, and to emphasize his point he’s sensually slowing down his hips. Passionately peppering your innards with smooches of his bawling divot- “Or would she like it hard- fuh-fast so we can break my bed even more, hm?”
“Didn’t even know you could- oh.” You’re throwing your head back as he then ruthlessly picks up the pace to bruise his deliciously curved cockhead against your insides.
Swirlin’ his lewd cock around.
Banging himself into your smallest orifices.
Upturning even the tiniest crevices with wads of his glittery pre - Geto wasn’t sparing you any mercy, any split-second without kissin’ away at your cervix, any second for either you nor the bedframe to stop shattering-
“Or- or…” But Geto himself wasn’t too far behind you, and he’s struggling to keep out the ruined quiver in his tone. Leaning down so that he can gnaw n’ tug on your lower lip as he spits into them, “Or do you want me to take her- that pretty pussy with both? Want me to- hah, be cockwarmed by her? Want me to order someone to fix the fucking bed while I take her-”
“Please-” Like a mantra, you run your hand through his Stygian black locks. You’re looking up into Geto Suguru’s predatory eyes, and something in them glimmers with something dark- “I just want you, Suguru- hck!”
It’s like the world folds in on itself.
One second you’re splayed out like such a slut on Geto’s large (now-broken) bed, and the next thing you know- he’s picking you up and manhandling your back against the damned tatami floor.
Not even pulling out. Not even giving you a second to register it before he swats his flushed tip against the back of your pussy. Not even sparing a slight glance at the shattered bed beside him before he’s fucking you into the floor like a damned animal—rutting, bucking, wildly pulling open your gooey walls with his sheer size.
“S’what you asked for.” Geto’s grinning, saliva-covered lips curling up into something sleazy. And as if it wasn’t enough to take you right then and there, he’s spitting into that maw of yours. “S’what- she asked for.”
“Oh my god—” Your moans drag on, pulled out of you by the veiny massage of his length. His prominent veins puff n’ scratch a carnal part of you that you can’t control, “Fuh-fuck!”
“Shhhhh-” Geto’s bubbling out his spittle against your tongue once more, shutting you up perfectly. “Shut up. Can’t you hear that?”
Hear…?
Despite the way you were huffing and puffing at his rudeness, you’re craning your ears to listen for any source of noise. Though, now that the rickety bed was retired, there was really nothing other than the- conversation?
The sounds of a formal discussion from the floor below, one that makes your heart stop. “Oh my god, Suguru, don’t tell me there’s a-”
“There is.” Geto’s nodding with a feline smile, “A meeting I’m supposed to be at.” And that mere notion doesn’t even stop his hips from drilling into you at a feral pace, “So if you don’t mind, I’d prefer that we don’t break the floor, too, gorgeous.”
Oh.
“Oh.” One of the eldest, most esteemed members of the Time Vessel Association looks up at the trundling ceiling. Quivering and creaking in sudden spurts, it had gotten to the point that they simply couldn’t hold an important meeting about their association agenda without paying mind to it- “Did we have construction planned for the master wing of the temple?”
“I don’t believe so.” Another one furrows his brows, “That’s the master’s bedroom isn’t it?”
A few murmurs of agreement, it was quite the packed chamber, though each member had fallen silent to listen to the thudding noise by now. One pipes up, “Do you think that master has fallen ill and needs help?”
“No, perhaps he’s exercising?”
Some agreement, some disagreement.
“Maybe there really are some renovations going on. Do you think the master would like some help?”
“No, no. It must be a new backtrack to meditation- don’t you know that our master is always ahead in these sorts of things.”
“That’s true, but maybe it’s actually-”
A moan.
A voice they knew very, very well - yours.
And the meeting falls silent.
Chips of the ceiling start to shower atop them.
“We might need some construction very soon- jot that down.”
♡ CHOSO KAMO - (Pussy)breaker!
Choso Kamo: the quietest kid on campus, the one with the piercings and the jet-black nail polish that often got him classified as ‘emo’ (he didn’t mind, of course, he agreed himself).
Choso Kamo: also your boyfriend, the very same one you were privy to knowing had a special side of him that was much…needier than anyone you’ve ever encountered before. Much greedier. Much more desperate to touch every inch of your body that he could.
Choso Kamo: currently handcuffed to the slim bedposts of your dorm room with fuzzy hot-pink cuffs. You on top of him and making him buck upwards to chase the hot, gooey feeling of your cunt-
“Please-” Craning his clammy head upwards, his mouth hangs largely agape and plasters your tits with lewd bites. “Please- please, I’ve been good. Just let me touch you, baby?”
And you’re slowing down mid-bounce, the glossy channel of your walls dragging just enough on his sensitive length. With your poor boyfriend shivering at the feeling of you using him this way, you’re tapping a finger at your chin and pretending to think, “Hmmm…no.’
And you barely even have the time to blink before Choso scrunches his eyes shut and lets out a single tear- lets out a needy buck of his slender hips—
“Ah ah- what did I say?” You’re huffing, arms crossing to make it as if you weren’t even going to ride him crazy anymore. At the sight of your actions, Choso lets out a hollow cry that makes you giggle- “I told you not to act out, Cho, didn’t I?” He’s fervently nodding, fervently agreeing. “And so by- ngh, doing that, you’re not really a good boy, are you?”
“N-no, I’m not.” Only after Choso shakes his head do you start to move again. Holding onto his tattooed biceps, just the sultriest moves that squeeze and squeeze his aching hot length deeper inside your cunt. You could feel his orb Prince Albet’s piercing drag across your cunt, that frigid lil’ piercing on the very top of his mushroomy tip.
And even when he was tied up, Choso’s cock was just so laaaarge and so hot and greedy stretching out your tiniest crevices, your nooks and tender crannies.
With a particularly hard gyration of your hips - one that leaves him utterly hypnotized by the way you move - Choso’s tilting his blushing head to the side and adoring you. Words blurting out of his mouth before he even knows it, “But what if m’your bad boy? And I can fuck you like- hah, like the slut you are?”
“Mmm, nice try.”
The mattress creaks as you’re speeding up your hips, snatching away every word in his throat. Choso’s prominent Adam’s apple can do nothing but gulp as he tugs on his restraints. So hard that your bed frame rickets. “Just so mean- oh.” You’re clenching your sopping wet walls, and the desperate man below you can’t help but jut his honed hips and tremor—babbling out with his head throwing back, “But I just l-like it so much when you’re mean to me, it makes my cock so fucking hard-”
And you excuse him - just barely - when he rolls his hips upwards n’ bashes his plump cockhead out of turn. “Oh, Choso.” If only because Choso’s flared tip was scrape-scrape-scraping against your nerves.
He plunges straight against the tenderest orifice at your g-spot, marking it with his rotund piercing. “Is this- ngh, good?” Bucking into it wildly, you could feel the fat circumference of his cockhead swirl all ‘round and leave his indentation there. “Am I being a good boy now, baby?”
“W-we’ll see…” You’re just barely managing to keep your tone even, bouncing back into his constant thrust.
Choso pouts with his pierced lower lip, snake bites glinting.
And he could feel the slick layers of your arousal increase - you were getting so much wetter at the feeling of him chasing your wet cunt. Barely even waiting for that recoil at your cervix before he’s letting his geysering tip jerk inside once more. Once more. Once more- once more.
Gurgling out at the back of your throat, “Ngh- hngh, fuck. It feels good- right, baby?” Such great glittery tears decorate his lashes, and he looks oh-so-pretty simply blushing when you look down at him. Hands aching to reach for you, your bedposts creak wildly as he does so. “If it feels good then maybe you could let me f…”
“What was that?” Fuck- it was almost too sinful how you had the audacity ask that while speeding up your hips. Letting the sultry suctions of your pussy increase and leave him whimpering - something that you make note of quite quickly.
He bucks in rapid half-thrusts, tattooed biceps straining against their restraints. “Fuck- oh. I just—-oh, fuck, how can your pussy feel s-so good, baby?”
Raising a brow, “And is that what you wanted to ask, hm?”
He’s shaking his head, he’s making the headboard move furiously with the tugs on his cuffs. “No- no I just-” Only for his thoughts to collapse at the sight n’ sensation of you above him, “-please, baby. C-can’t speak.”
“Oh? Whoops!” And then you smile such a devilish smile, something that he can’t do anything about but wrap his pink lips ‘round one of your nipples and bite. “Sorry about that, Cho, allow me to let you- ngh, catch your breath then.”
It’s almost agonizing how you’re slowing down after that, slurp after slurp of inches being fed between your legs. Heavy thrust after thrust. Smooch after smooch of his piercing.
“Th-thank you, baby.” Choso hisses out, now that he could string together coherent sentences again. He looks up at you through his long lashes, “Just wanted to ask- to beg whether you could now free m- oh, fuck.”
But you weren’t going to let your pretty boyfriend off that easy, were you?
Before he can properly finish his sentence, you’re suckin’ up Choso’s ruby-red tip once more. Such a mean smile on your face once you hum, “Hmmm, how about if you can break out of-”
CREAK-CREAK—!
It happens so fast that you don’t even see it immediately, that you just hear the noise of your poor bedframe being torn apart- before suddenly you’re on your back against the dampened sheets with a ravenous Choso on top of you and his probin’ cock jutting inside you.
The snug stretch of his piercing, the roughened feeling of his hands—all over you.
You were being stimulated from every angle and corner, your boyfriend’s fat cock shovelling inside. He stubs his tiny piercing against your g-spot over, and over, and over again. “Fuck- fuck, ngh- I t-told you m’not gonna be able to be a good boy.” He’s huffing into the crook of your neck, hiding that burning blush. “Fucking you like a slut is what I do best- ngh, fuck, and m’ready to give up anything to feel you. To touch you. Anything- anything.”
Choso raises his chocolate eyes to watch for your reaction- and that’s it. That’s when he sees it.
“Oh, fuck.”
He smacks! his hips to yours, so incredibly deep.
“Oh, fuck.”
And before you know it, Choso’s shovelled his pierced tip all the way to your cervix and was pouring out wads of creamy white cum. Ivory sweetness. Oozing wetly out of you and gluing your thighs together. Just the loudest, most sinful sluuuuurp as your pussy sucks up all the stringy ribbons that splatter against your womb.
You could feel it pooling right at your channel, and sploshing about every time that Choso was urgently fucking each ounce inside. “Wh-what?” You’re just so far gone - so properly fucked on his vein-covered shaft - that you have a hard time computing his words. “What’s the matter, Cho?”
“Oh, baby…” Choso reaches over, and there’s a loud bang! of something that sounds strangely like furniture falling over itself. And that…that makes you look up in confusion—“We broke the bed.”
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.
.
It was difficult to explain to your RA just why you needed a new bed for your form…(the current one was so far past fixable, that neither of you even wanted to try- and Choso had still taken you atop it until you’d reached two or three highs).
And it was even tougher to watch as Itadori Jin moved in the parts to a new one - your dear boyfriend had offered to pay for and move a new one in, seeing as he was partly responsible.
He stood by your side, furiously blushing, as if the two of you couldn’t look even more conspicuous underneath the kind man’s gaze.
“And remember-” Jin announces, once he was finally done fixing the bed up inside your room, he manages to catch the attention of both you two and the few stragglers of the dorm that’d stayed behind to see what the commotion was about. You could hear the whispers starting to spread about ‘that emo kid Choso’ and ‘he really did that?’ already. “-go easy on this one unless you want another bed broken, kids.” He looks between you two meaningfully, “And kids. Unless you want kids.”
You put your face in your hands, Choso nearly faints.
“Though I wouldn’t mind becoming a grandfather already-”
♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - Curse-BREAKER?!
“Sh-shit-” Your body moves before your mind, and you don’t even realize it before your hands surge out towards the bed’s ancient headboard.
Clasping onto it, you’re digging your nails into the aged mahogany and holding on for dear life. All the while the King of Curses was simply losing himself on the velvety feeling of your pussy, letting himself unravel more and more after each honed thrust—“Oh- oh my god, Kuna. M’begging you for- hngh, mercy-”
“Haaah?” Sukuna gruffly pants, casting a hot breeze down your back. It makes you arch lewdly into his touch- oh-so-perfect for the hulking king to cup either side of your hips and slam you back against his. One length stuffed at your cunt, the other inside your other hole- “Speak up, woman, can’t fuckin’ hear you over that pussy of yours.”
“I- hngh, I said.” Babbling away, you could honestly barely even hear yourself over the sultry squelches that emanate from between your thighs.
“Said what?”
“That I- fuck.”
And as you stutter n’ shiver, Sukuna simply rolls his eyes and bucks his hot cocks deeper. “Yeah yeah- we know yer getting- heh, fucked.” He lets the mouth on his stomach fall open, and you can feel his cursed tongue slither ‘round your thighs and head towards your pussy. Pryin’ those bloated folds open, “Now, speak properly before I hafta- ngh, ask from these lips.”
“Just so mean…” You’re sniffling, tears cascading down your cheeks at the rovering of his lengths- now combined with the way that his second tongue was just lightly pressing down on your throbbing clit.
Snickering, “So ya can say that, huh?” And then Sukuna accelerates his drilling hips so much that the bed frame echoes out creaks, thrown at the pressure of his movements.
“I just-” You sob, your body unsure whether to fuck back into him for more—to angle his bulbous tips juuuust right, or to fucking run away. “M’begging you for-” Stimulated so much on the massaging motions of his lengths, you’re feeling the line of one of his slits just perfectly enter into your womb. “-for- fuck!” Just perfectly tickle his tastebuds up n’ down your pussylips, “-mercy.”
Smack!
And it wasn’t Sukuna hammering down a rude spank, it wasn’t even him slapping his tastebuds down on your cunt. No- it was all him ramming both his matching lengths so hard that you’re seeing stars.
That the tuft of his messy pink happy trail scratches your skin until it stings, that even the mouth slashed across his stomach seems to gasp.
That one of Sukuna’s four arms lurches down to grab your neck from behind, draaaagging your helpless body back into his aggressive thrusts. He chuckles darkly, “So you’re saying- heh, you want…” He makes you anticipate the end of his sentence with a few more probes of his double tips. “-more.”
Your eyes snap open, and you can feel both excitement and fear overcome you. “M-more?”
Sukuna smirks, “See- that settles it.”
“Wait I said-” Suddenly fucking each n’ every syllable back inside your clogged-up throat. Each n’ every syllable.
“Oho?” He croons, scalding pants dusting your thighs as even his cursed mouth snickers. “Even more? Ya really are insatiable, woman.”
Both stacked lengths throb inside of you, and you swear they were swelling up even more.
“I wonder who’s insatiable.” Sniping out, you’re counting two bruises the exact size of his cockheads formulate right where both of them ended out. Your spongiest depths, every ridge inside being pinpointed with his milky pre.
Especially at your cervix, Sukuna was swirlin’ his ribbony strings of pre around. Only drilling his hips in faster. And faster. And faster.
“Fuck- fuck fuck fuck fuck. I can- hngh! feel you right at my very throat. Twice.” Your fingers were numb on the shuffling headboard, and he was assaulting your tender g-spot like nothing. “Any more and I think m’gonna…”
“Cum?” His luscious tastebuds slap-slap-slap your sensitive clit, “So cum, ma- no one’s stopping you here.”
“Yes but- no, but-” You’re struggling to even string your thoughts together, glittering tears welling up by the corners of your eyes. Bucking wildly, pleasure sparking behind your eyes. “-it just feels like m’gonna do more than cum, Kuna.”
Scoffing, “Heh…cum twice? I wouldn’t mind one for each- fuck- cock stuffed inside you, brat.”
There’s a distinct ringing in your eardrums, and although part of it might be because of the sheer force being put on your lower half- the other part of it was from…the bed screws? “It just feels like m’gonna squirt, Kuna.” And you could almost hear the mean response formulating on the tip of his tongue, “But the thing is, I don’t even know whether I can squirt-”
“Oh, shush.”
Before you know it, a second of Sukuna’s hands reach down to cover his face- to plaster his palm against your mouth- to let the cursed mouth on his palm open n’ slip his tongue between your whimpering lips. “You think you can’t cum when you’re with- mm, me?” There was an almost-insulted tone in Sukuna’s voice, “Don’t hafta worry when you have ‘Kuna’ with you, mama- just shut up and squirt.”
And then you are.
Well, not only are you squirting—but you’re holding on so hard to the creaking headboard that it starts to shatter.
Just like your vision was. Just like the stabs of pleasure all throughout your veins were- again and again, until you’re seeing white behind your eyes and your mouth starts to loll open stupidly.
And the splashes of syrupy sap that drivel from between your legs start to go into overdrive, until a sheen of it glues to Sukuna’s pink happy trail. “I-I’m—” Barely even able to squeak out your moans, he was emptying his lengths thud-thud into your insides. “It’s so much- mmpf!”
“You can still speak?” The fat girth of his third tongue slicks every inch of your own mouth, it’s slimy tip making out with you in such a filthy way. “Guess I haven’t done my job well enough, hm?”
He was making up to that, it seems. Because in practically no time, Sukuna’s increasing the pace of his vulgar strokes - slamming one of his viciously red tips against your g-spot, and the other to stretch out your other cute lil’ hole.
You could feel them press against your tender walls, almost sliding into one another- “Oh fuck-” And any time you’re shaking with the stimulation, trying to pull yourself free from Sukuna’s arms, he’s tugging you back with the palm glued to your maw. Kissing you deeper - dragging you back. “Oh fuck, it just, mm, feels so-”
“Where’d you think you’re going-”
“It’s so much, I might just cum again-”
A sensually aggressive pull—“We’re not done, woman.”
And then you don’t know whether it’s the way you’re gripping onto the headboard, you don’t know whether it’s just the way he’s manhandling you like it’s nothing to him - but Ryomen Sukuna has the globes of your ass pressed against his pelvis, and the headboard on his king-sized bed crashing down to the floor.
Just from him stopping you running.
Just from the force of your pleasure.
It falls with a clatter, and your eyes widen as you turn to stare at it- before they’re immediately falling shut again at the feeling of yet another high hitting you head-on.
“Ahhhh- fuck.” For the first time, his hips suddenly falter. “Ah fuck, you seriously…” A bark of laughter leaves him.
And you whine through your tears, still pummeled by his cock. “Shut up.” But in actuality, he’s shoving the tongue on his palm even deeper into the cavern of your mouth to shut you up.
“You broke my fuckin’ centuries-old bed, huh? That thing was an heirloom- probably.” Sukuna whispers to himself as he feels the tightest lil’ clench of your wet walls once more - as if you were trying to milk him even more. Before his face suddenly splits with a grin, “Heh- you’re next, brat.”
And if the King of Curses’ subjects looked at you slightly fearfully after that at the fact that you’d broken one of Sukuna’s prized possessions, well, he certainly didn’t mind…
Because he’d told his attendants to ready at least fifteen more beds after that.
♡ INO TAKUMA - Acci(dent)!
“Never have I ever done it raw.”
Giggles erupt at the question your friend had just posed, and Ino blushes to the roots of his chocolate brown bangs as several members of the tipsy circle turn to look at you two. The couple of the group, it wasn’t a secret that the two of you were serious and happily in love with each other.
But what did feel like a surprise (at least, to the rest of them) was the fact that neither of you put your fingers down to denote that you had done it raw.
They balk at the realization.
They whisper—
“Wait? You two- I would’ve at least thought by now-”
“I mean, it makes sense, better safety-”
“True, or maybe my man Ino’s pull-out game is just that week- hah!”
And you laugh along with the group, you smile, but from the corner of your eye…you’re catching Ino’s gaze. And you know that despite carrying a conversation from the friend sitting beside him, his attention’s on you, too.
His hand moves to cover your exposed knee, he squeezes.
.
.
.
“Ohhhh, fuck, pretty.” Ino’s sweaty strands of hair tickle the side of your neck, and you could feel the perspiration beading across his forehead at the heated proximity to you. The way he had his long, reddened cock swollen between your legs and rutting—
Like an animal.
Buck after buck.
No condom.
Ino’s thickened diameter spreads apart your pussylips, just lining your slit with his translucent precum. And he’s just shivering with desperation, but savoring even the faintest feeling of your glistening hole fluttering. “Just so real like this- ngh, I didn’t know you could feel so soft, sweetness.”
“Oh yeah?” With your arms thrown over his neck and pulling him in, “Then why don’t you feel it even more, Taku?”
“B-because- ngh.” One of Ino’s hands trembles as he cups his bulky base, teasin’ just the start of his puffy veins with his thumb. “Because she’s so soft and so pretty and so- so wet- I don’t know if I even deserve to put it in raw…”
You have to hold back a coo, “Awww, baby, it’s not about deserving- I want to feel you inside.” Fluttering your lashes - just the way you knew he was utterly weak for. “Want to have you raw and throbbing. Want to have your cum inside me, s’that alright?”
“Oh, fuck.” Ino moans at your words, “Oh, fuck.”
And almost as if he couldn’t entirely control himself - just in rough, jerky half-thrusts - he swerves his bulbous tip up to your hole and humps and humps. Letting out the filthiest wet squelches! as he does, feeling tight orifice try to clench around him- Ino slams his right hand down on top of the headboard and gasps.
Pretty pink lips wobbling as he does so, “D-don’t say things like that-” Other hand reaching up to gently spank your mouth, he grips the headboard so hard that it starts to dent. “-not out of that sweet mouth, pretty…s’gonna make me cum.”
You playfully smile, “If you’re gonna cum then make sure s’inside me, Taku.”
He lets out a pained groan and bucks- “You’re gonna be the fucking death of me.”
And it’s just then that he’s properly pryin’ aside those glistening folds of yours and letting his glistening, red tip kiss your hole. Just the lightest peck, and Ino Takuma finds himself letting out a sob at the heavenly texture, “B-because you don’t know how badly I’ve always wanted to- hck! to feel this pretty cunt wrapped around me like this.” Sinking in juuuuust an inch, he was so hard at the thought of entering you raw that you could count every pulsation. “She’d speak to me- y’know?”
“Wh-what?” You’re managing out through your own tears, his girth was so thickened that it left you keening.
“Every time I fucked her with a condom on- ngh, she- she’d tell me how much she wants to feel me raw.” Babbling away nonsense and- oh.
Oh, you’re getting it now.
Ino was pussydrunk, and prattling away with even the slightest slip n’ slide along your walls. “Always imagined filling her up to the very, mm, brim.” His left hand cascades down your front to press against your core while he’s easing in, “To fill you up so much that you end up overflowing from here- oh, maybe if you cover me like that it’d look like I’m wearing a condom, h-heh.” More nonsensical as he just goes deeper, deeper…
Until, ultimately, Ino’s fitting in juuuuuust the tip - and he’s just holding onto the wooden panel of the headboard, just splintering it, just shoving his shaft towards the end of your pussy and cumming.
Sultry hot stripes of white that empty out against your cervix, it creates a lil’ glaze that Ino finds himself slipping and sliding against. “Fuck-” He’s muttering underneath his breath, “Fuck fuck fuck- I can’t believe m’cumming after just putting it inside-”
“I can’t believe you’ve just broken the bed.” Your eyes damn near bulge out of your skull, head snapping upwards to look at the large crack that broke through your bed frame.
Just at the sensation of feeling you raw…?
And before you know it, Ino’s thrusting into you like an animal- just pumping his pearly beads of cum deeper inside you. Deeper and deeper. The bawling divot on the very tip-top of his shaft empties out a hot load against your womb, and you can feel it overspilling between your legs already.
Just smearin’ out like a white gloss that Ino swipes his rugged left thumb down and sticks between his own lips, “Mmm, and you- and you expected me not to?” He asks, voice breathy. Almost crazed.
It’s a tone that sends shivers down your spine as you let it sink in, “I-I mean-”
Before Ino’s fucking you in rough, rovering bucks to stick his globular tip against your cervix. Like he was trying to glue every inch of him inside you, “You let me have her raw- you let me stuff myself in with absolutely nothing- so deep that I can’t even hck! think of anything else.” He’s blinking his eyes dazedly, “Can’t even remember my fucking name—and it’s a wonder that I haven’t b-broken down before breaking the damn bed.”
Uselessly, the bedframe rickets and creaks after each of his movements- eventually ending up in shambles that have one side of the bed sagging.
Reaching the damned floor—
“Fuck- better take you on the floor instead, huh, pretty?”
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.
The next time you’re with your rambunctious friends, they rib each other with probing questions regarding that last drunken game night. Slightly more sober, just slightly less playfully intrusive.
“So…” One of them croons, “Never have I ever done it raw, huh?”
And Ino, silently, puts down one finger- poking at his pizza slice instead. Though, you do notice the furious blush that peaks out from underneath his brown hair.
Jaws drop.
They look to you.
And you can only shrug with a smile.
♡ GOJO SATORU - Dear door,
“You- you can’t just—fuuuuck!” Your mouth hands open, fingers dragging through Gojo Satoru’s ivory white bangs. You pull and you tug and you make the strongest sorcerer in existence whimper as you pull his handsome face towards you.
Whimpering into his hotly open mouth as you let his thick cock lavish your insides, just the pink rotund tip pressing against your deepest innards. You could tell by the flares of blue lightning by his eyes that Gojo was using his Six Eyes to pinpoint your exact g-spot, just pumping and pumping and pumping his length into that lil’ target of his. Just so unfair how he smiles brilliantly after cutting you off with a particularly hard thrust, “Toru, you can’t just fuck me in your o-office whenever you wanna skip out on a jujutsu meeting-”
“I don’t hear her complaining.” With that said, his slender thumb rolls a heart over your clit - but of course Gojo’s playful fingers couldn’t stay still. Of course he was letting his doughy fingertips pinch that cute lil’ nub. “And with my Six Eyes I can always tell, y’know?”
“F-fuck- no you can’t.” You’re arching on top of his work desk, littered with so many important documents that your husband had barely even touched (despite being due days ago).
And then he’s swirlin’ and swirlin’ the crown edge of his thumb until the sloppiest squelches let go from your cunt. Tilting his head to the side with a teasing smile, “You suuuure, sweetheart?”
Yes, even you start to second-guess yourself by the way he was fucking you utterly stupid. With his looong, vein-covered cock that kept on slapping! the end of your cervix at a constant pace, and somehow Gojo always managed to pinpoint where you felt best.
Always hitting it with deadly accuracy.
It almost felt as if this was the battlefield and you were on the receiving end of The Strongest’s complete and utter mercy. You were helpless to his ravenous hips. Helpless to do anything but let your hamstrings ache with the movement of trying to buck back into him, “W-well- yes? No?” Head thrown back when he spurts out a sticky wad of pre into your womb, “Maybe?”
“H-heh…” Drunkenly Gojo giggles at the fact that you couldn’t even pin down a proper answer, “Well then we have something in common, my wife.” You’re looking up at his breathy answer, and Gojo stares down at you with eyes that are utterly gone. Crazed. High on the feeling of your pussy- “I don’t know fucking anything other the feeling of my wife’s hot- tight- cunt, either.”
“Oh.” Drool slithers down one side of your maw, and Gojo’s eagerly leaning in to lick it away.
“All clean.” He’s darting his pinkish tongue out, “Heh, hope you know that made me even- ngh, harder, sweetheart.”
You could feel it, and he finds himself only rutting back into your bounces.
Outmatching you.
Thrashing against you.
The curvaceous end of his shaft was just so red-hot with need, even the slightest rubbin’ along your sweet walls leaves the man letting out tears. “Oh, this is so much fucking better than being at some meeting.” Rattling the desk with how fast he was slamming into you, papers fly off of it. “So much fucking- hah, better. Though, I would’ve been dreaming about this cute pussy through it anyways, y’know~?”
“M’n-not surprised-”
“Would’ve been thinking of how lonely she’d be without me.” He pouts with his rosy lips, and tugs on your pulsating clit even harder. The desk thuds- “How wet she is just waiting f’me- heh, the way she’d welcome me like thiiiiis—”
And he’s bucking into you so hard - like an animal - just throwing the desk off its legs. And it’s only with the help of Gojo’s cursed energy that he’s managing not to tip the entire thing over, “Toru, you should be thinking about- fuck, it feels so good—your meeting instead.” He huffs n’ bangs away into you so hard that a leg on the desks starts wobbling. “The one about your powers-”
“Oh, m’using my powers alright-”
And just like he said, his firm fingerpads coat with a buzzing layer of cursed energy. The very same that send sparks flashing behind your lids, and Gojo’s own body heightening in strength and speed.
In absolutely ruining you—
“Oh, Toru-” Breath catching, you can start the molten bliss start to take root at the pit of your stomach. “Toru, m’gonna-”
“Three.”
Blinking your bleary eyes open, “Why are you-”
“Two.”
“-counting down?”
“One.”
And your breath catches primally in your breath as you’re suddenly bursting into your high- it’s a startling orgasm, one that Gojo’s plunging his cock inside to fuck you right through. And his eyes glow just a tinge brighter to figure out the peaks of euphoria where you were most sensitive, swabbin’ away every ridge and crevice inside you.
“Oh, how I love you- how I prefer you over any fucking- ngh, meeting. Fuck those meetings.” Gojo’s growling, “Don’t even need them anyway. I’d fuck you right then n’ there on top of the table, you know that?” Buzzing fingertips rovering atop your clit, “Make a big show of it-” Harder. “Maybe then they’ll see the strongest’s true powers-”
“Want you to cum inside.” Because Gojo might just be the strongest sorcerer - but you still had power over him.
And you’re watching in real time as your husband’s powerful eyes bulge, as his drooling mouth parts, as he reels his aching cock back and then gets sloppy in the way he’s stuttering it towards. Red and throbbing angrily, “E-excuse me?” Octaves higher. Stuttering. Because you’d forgone the condom this time, and he…“Do you even know what you’re-”
You cut him off as your wave of bliss just slightly starts to bate, “I do. C-can you…” Fluttering your lashes, you glide your hands down your front. “-please, Toru?”
Gojo’s pulling his muscular hips back with a hiss—“Fuh-fuck.”
You just had to ask him to cum inside for him to listen to your whims. Body acting before his mind.
And it’s then that Gojo Satoru throws his head back with a groan of your name and cums. It’s then that he’s determined to shove every droplet of seed inside your womb, and does so by crushing his toned v-line to yours so harshly- that there’s a distant crack of wooden furniture.
It’s then that the explosion of his high overtakes him so much that the singular lightbulb inside Gojo’s office bursts- though, the shards shower down and magically don’t splinter neither you nor your husband. The pressure of atoms-
But you can’t pay any mind to it, not right now whilst The Strongest is just emptying out his heavy balls into your deepest depths. “Oh my god- fuck, there’s so much-” Your jaw drops open, feeling the trickle of ivory sap spill out of you and glue to your thighs.
Which Gojo eagerly wipes up to push back inside with his fingerpads, “Cumming inside-” He’s dazed eyes flit between your fucked-out expression and your overstuffed cunt. “Inside inside inside- oh.”
Those webbed volumes just seem to keep on pouring out, and he can’t stop the leakage from spilling down his wrist. Taking a slight lick at the sheen with his greedy tongue-
“Such a mess.” Gojo’s tutting, as if he didn’t enjoy every second of it. “Next time- heh, we can really test out m’powers by making a condom out of infinity- it’ll work trust me, sweetheart.”
“I-I think that next time we’ll have to test out something else first, Toru.” You’re saying as your orgasm peters out, and you’re finally coming around to the absolute chaos around you two.
For starters, the desk was shattered- and you’re held up solely by Gojo’s strong arms n’ powers. Papers were frozen in flight midair because of his powers, loose pieces of furniture were hovering an inch or two above the ground.
And the lightbulb- oh, it was crumpled, shards not reaching you solely because of the layer of infinity that Gojo had extended to you, too.
The layer of infinity that quickly parts for you when you decide to reach up and kiss him- you feel Gojo’s cock flinch inside your cunt for that. “Maybe it’ll do Yaga and the renovation team more good if you just go to the meeting instead, Satoru…”
At that, he snaps his head in the direction of the (slightly splintered) clock face on the wall, the meeting wasn’t over just yet. He could still make it if he really wanted to. “Hmmm…nope!”
And then Gojo clicks! his index and his thumb together, still all glazed with your seeping hot sap- before you’re blinking your eyes once more and finding your back teleported against…a door.
“The door, sweetheart.” He finishes off, and you’re not quite sure whether that’s because you’d stupidly babbled it out loud or whether he could just read your mind - by the wide, crazed look he was giving you, you could never quite be too sure. The first flat surface he’d managed to find.
Gojo had both his overlarge hands placed underneath the globes of your ass, the only thing that was easily holding you up- it was as if you were weightless. Just the prettiest ragdoll for him to ruin himself upon.
In mere split-seconds, his bulbous tips finds its pace probing in and out of your cunt- in and out, in and out. Again. He wasn’t done with you just yet, “And m’gonna fuck and fuck you against this very door until m’done with my meeting. Until m’cumming dry- and even then, m’gonna fuck you all over again-”
“Oh, fuuuck, Toru.” You’re crying out, drawing red, red lines with your nails on his shoulders. They were just so bulky, flexing each time you were pummeled against the door-
After one particularly hard piston of his, Gojo smiles as the door starts to rattle. “Heh, but before that we might just break this damn door, too, my wife.”
.
.
.
“I can’t believe it.” Yaga’s grumbling, so upset that he had his knitting materials out and was working on an entirely new cursed corpse as he walked - perhaps one to punch Gojo Satoru in the face, yes, that would be ideal…“No matter how many times I tell Satoru to get his act together and just- attend-”
“P-p-please calm down, Yaga-san. It’s not good for your blood pressure!” Ijichi cries, scrambling to keep up with the other man.
Behind them, a flurry of disgruntled elders followed, each under the pretense of wishing to continue this oh-so-important meeting to analyze The Strongest’s powers - but, really, everyone did want to see the infamous Gojo Satoru get put in his place. At least once in here, if never on the battlefield.
So they waited. They watched. They walked right up the slightly…rumbling door to Gojo Satoru’s office, where Yaga claimed the man often lounged away his important meeting hours.
And Yaga himself is the one to gruffly reach for the handle, a lecture already on the tip of his tongue—when every single person in the hallway freezes at the sound of what oddly sounds like…a moan.
Ijichi blanches, “Y-Yaga-san, maybe Gojo-senpai is hurt-” Before getting cut off by another moan.
One that was undeniably by anyone but Gojo, one that was undeniably yours - The Strongest’s wife.
They all startle back from the door as if it was poisonous, as if it would grow a mouth and start moaning at them all over again. Through the wooden screen, they hear a cackle that sounded to be from Gojo-
“Ijichi.”
“Yes- yes, Yaga-san!” The black-haired man jumps.
“Cancel all of Satoru’s meetings this month.”
♡ HIGURUMA HIROMI - Break it// Make it
“Fuh-fuuuck.” Your hands grasp at the soft silken sheets of the king-sized bed, your feet plant flatly to steady your body and somehow buck—“Oh- oh my fuck, Hiromi.”
You didn’t think that trying for a baby would get you this ruined by your husband.
It was just tonight that you’d mentioned it to him: the perfect anniversary get-up, a romantic dinner he’d taken you out to, a stroll along a scenic beach, and a conversation where you’d blurted out that you wouldn’t mind if there were…three of you.
And those were exactly the words that’d gotten you into this situation-
“Three of us-” Higuruma’s whispering underneath his breath, almost like a breathless mantra- honestly, he’s working his body so hard and not even caring to control his pants before he says it all over again. “Th-three of us.”
Wedding ring on, your husband’s palms smears down your front and presses in on top. As if he was already imagining a time where this very body of yours would be round n’ glowing with his child- “Oh f-fuck, Hiromi, y’know I think s’already taken-”
“But I can’t really be sure until there’s three of us, right, angel?” He’s asking, dark eyes serious.
Before you can formulate a response on your limp tongue, Higuruma’s swervin’ his ruddied cock up against your cervix - it was right where he’d started bruising your spongy pussy with his constant bashes. Again and again and again.
With his crowned cocktip messing up the wads of white already inside you, and one of his hands reaching up to pin both of yours above your head- Higuruma was breeding you. “Not until I can tell that my pretty lil’ daughter has taken inside you, yes?” Slightly slurring into your open mouth, you find that the stern man was drooling by this point. “Until you don’t know what it feels like to- hah, not have my seed deeeep inside of you, hm? Until you move and you can still taste me there. Until you can’t even speak with my cum plugging you up all the way-” Free hand gripping at your throat, slightly choking you. “-here.”
“You’re being so…” You’re shivering, you don’t even have words for how your usually-composed husband was acting in this very moment - maybe that was his overspiling sap working its magic already.
But Higuruma only coos at your cuteness, “S’alright, momma, no need for words- just taaake everything I give you, hm? Every single drop of mine- will you take it?”
“Yes- yes.” Mewling out, you just want it so bad despite the waves of cum that stick ‘round your insides already. As if a second skin. With absolutely no hesitation, you’re arching your spine and rutting back into Higuruma’s fervent pace. “Yes yes yes- I want it so bag, ngh, fuck me pregnant, please, Hiromi?”
“That’s the plan, sugar.” His nose crinkles with perspiration, and he’s mapping out every inch of the hidden spots inside you. Everywhere he could probe into next- “Until I’ve- oh, look. You’re just leaking out my cum.”
Your chin drops to your chest, “I am?”
And Higuruma Hiromi would never lie to his sweet wife - sure as day, sure as the way he was drilling into you like a madman, your cunt was stuffed with so many webs of cum that half of it was spilling out. A frothy few layers of it glue your pussylips to his base, smearing all over with every movement.
“Now now, how’d you expect me to stop when you’re wasting it like that, sugar?” Higuruma tuts, and you’re whining at his stern tone.
“S’not my fault…”
“But of course not, angel.” Lovingly, your husband cups your face- your husband just coos down at you. “It’s not, mmm, your fault- but someone has to stop from leaking, hm? How else m’I gonna fuck you all full, hm?”
And he was an attorney for a reason, you suppose, because in no time you’re nodding. Peering up at Higuruma with tear-glittered eyes, “I…I can stop the leaking.”
“Atta girl.” With a full-mouthed kiss pressed onto your lips, he’s urging his blushin’ cockhead to hit the roof of your cunt. It was jolting your body upwards, following the deafening creaks of the bed to help you fuck back into him- “C’mon now- buck- buck, angel. Fuck back into your husband, alright?”
“A-alright.” Gasping through the thorough probes of his rude cock, his shaft was throbbing with so much need that you could hear the thundering beat in your ears.
Higuruma’s smile grows, he could barely even hear the rickety bed by now - barely even cared for it. “Faster now. Faster- c’mon, angel, you were so eager to get pregnant- you know momma’s gotta be a hands-on parent, too.”
Mouth parting, your hamstrings scream at you to slow down - and so do the mattress springs. “I-I know, Hiromi- it’s just, fuck—”
“Something to say?” He reaches a stray hand down and squeezes your clit, “Speak up, sugar. Don’t make me teach you the fundamentals of parental communication, too.”
“You’re really studied up on this…” You’re grumbling.
And his hold grows tighter on your oversensitive clit, “What’s that—?”
“N-nothing-” You’re squeaking, just so overstimulated by this point that even that makes your entire body shiver n’ shake. Your head muddling up with the oncoming mess of your high, “It’s just- I think m’gonna-”
“Cum?”
“Cum.”
You’re both hurtling into your highs at the exact same time - and maybe Higuruma had planned them that way, maybe you were just lucky enough that your sensations synced up. But all you know is that it was one of the strongest orgasms of your life- with bursts of pleasure leaving your vision white, and your toes curling every time Higuruma was fucking his pouring high into you.
Creamy white sap.
He couldn’t get enough of his wife’s cunt, leaving streaks of cum glossing all atop your pussylips- “Guess- hah, guess what, angel?” Your husband’s saying after a few strokes of him pumping his white wads into the back entrance of your womb.
“What, Hiromi?”
“We broke the fucking bed-”
You’re still not even halfway through the waves of your high before you’re sweeping a look around with a gasp, and sure enough- the planks of the bedframe had clattered to the floor in some places, leaving you two precarious as you moved. As he still didn’t stop.
You supposed it made sense, considering all the looong hours spent fucking you into this very bed.
But then again, the frame was made out of pure mahogany-
“But…” Higuruma’s the one to snap you out of your slight reverie, and the best of your orgasm has just ended before he’s steeling himself back out of your pussy. With the sloppiest sluuuuurp—he’s scooping your boneless body up in his arms, and walking over to the nearest flat surface he can find. Perhaps even…a little fantasy of his.
His work desk.
Pushing aside so many work documents that fall to the floor, you’re bowed on top of the table on all fours when your husband’s reddened cocktip is mazing it’s way iiiiiiin—
“-that doesn’t mean m’done with your sweet pussy yet, sugar.”
.
.
.
Just a few months later and when the obstetrician asks you when approximately you might have conceived, well, you know exactly the date to tell her.
And Higuruma put his hand on top of your slowly-swelling belly - you were just as beautiful as he’d imagined, as his fantasies were.
Junpei... its been 3 years... come back to me please.. junpei... come back to me PLEASE I MISS YOU SO MUCH PLS COME BACK TO ME JUNPEI MY LOVE MY SWEETHEART MY DARLING MY BABY PLS COME HOME BABY I MISS YOU JUNPEI *sobs* I will rip out my heart PLEASE. JUNPEI I LOVE YOU SO MUCH IM GOING INSANE MY BABY
Omega!Yuta who's your beloved neighbor, showering you kindness the moment you moved into his neighbourhood. Waving every time you walk in and out of your house.
Omega!Yuta who's very helpful, he helped you carry all of your heavy old things to your new house, making side comments on your adorable antiques.
Omega!Yuta who's the sweetest of them all! He gives you fresh strawberries from his yard for free, even wrapping the container in a bow tie and attaching a small motivational quote on a sticky note. "Keep pushing! Don't give up! ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ"
Omega!Yuta who keeps you updated from everything that's happening in the neighborhood! Hey, have you heard about the new serial killer on the loose who targets lonely women like you? Now you do!
Omega!Yuta who gives you the sweetest kind smile he can, reassuring you that he won't let you get taken away by that shady killer!
Omega!Yuta who you felt super safe with, that he was the first person you called when some sus black hooded man was following you on your way home from your shift at the convenience store.
Omega!Yuta immediately answered and told you that you can stay at his apartment for the meantime! His keys are under the rug outside his door as he reminds you to lock it.
Omega!Yuta with a very organized apartment, it looks like those houses you only see in Pinterest as the scent of strawberries linger on the air.
Omega!Yuta who seems to be hiding something from you. The moment you walked inside his room, you were immediately hit by the musky scent of something bold, dominant and.. powerful. A scent of something an omega surely can't have.
Omega!Yuta who turns out to be an Alpha. You found out after skimming through his things inside his room.
Alpha!Yuta who seemed to be obsessed with you. His walls decorated with polaroid pictures of you. His desk was overflowing with every item you owned that you swear suddenly disappeared one day- wait is that your missing underwear?!
Alpha!Yuta who had already arrived at the apartment before you can even leave, staring at you with a concerned look as he noticed your betrayed expression.
Alpha!Yuta noticed that his room's door was wide open and immediately turned to you in panic, begging to give him a chance to explain but you don't and immediately reach over to grab your bag. You don't even make it halfway through the hallway yet when his hand reaches out to grab your wrist in a tight grip.
Alpha!Yuta who can't let you go, after everything he's done to put up a perfect facade? He can't risk losing all of this, losing you. So you find yourself getting dragged back into his room by him, covering your mouth shut because you just won't shut up.
Alpha!Yuta opens up, saying that he's never gotten so brave to get a mate his entire life, until you came in. He swore the moment he saw you, he knew you were meant to be his.
Alpha!Yuta who slightly got pissed that you landed a hit on him. Don't you understand he loves you? Why are you still resisting? Now you're chained to the bed. You did this to yourself.
Yandere Alpha!Yuta who keeps you in bed every, feeding you those sweet strawberries from his yard that used to be a symbol of kindness and innocence you thought he had.
Omega!Yuta who's your beloved neighbor, showering you kindness the moment you moved into his neighbourhood. Waving every time you walk in and out of your house.
Omega!Yuta who's very helpful, he helped you carry all of your heavy old things to your new house, making side comments on your adorable antiques.
Omega!Yuta who's the sweetest of them all! He gives you fresh strawberries from his yard for free, even wrapping the container in a bow tie and attaching a small motivational quote on a sticky note. "Keep pushing! Don't give up! ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ"
Omega!Yuta who keeps you updated from everything that's happening in the neighborhood! Hey, have you heard about the new serial killer on the loose who targets lonely women like you? Now you do!
Omega!Yuta who gives you the sweetest kind smile he can, reassuring you that he won't let you get taken away by that shady killer!
Omega!Yuta who you felt super safe with, that he was the first person you called when some sus black hooded man was following you on your way home from your shift at the convenience store.
Omega!Yuta immediately answered and told you that you can stay at his apartment for the meantime! His keys are under the rug outside his door as he reminds you to lock it.
Omega!Yuta with a very organized apartment, it looks like those houses you only see in Pinterest as the scent of strawberries linger on the air.
Omega!Yuta who seems to be hiding something from you. The moment you walked inside his room, you were immediately hit by the musky scent of something bold, dominant and.. powerful. A scent of something an omega surely can't have.
Omega!Yuta who turns out to be an Alpha. You found out after skimming through his things inside his room.
Alpha!Yuta who seemed to be obsessed with you. His walls decorated with polaroid pictures of you. His desk was overflowing with every item you owned that you swear suddenly disappeared one day- wait is that your missing underwear?!
Alpha!Yuta who had already arrived at the apartment before you can even leave, staring at you with a concerned look as he noticed your betrayed expression.
Alpha!Yuta noticed that his room's door was wide open and immediately turned to you in panic, begging to give him a chance to explain but you don't and immediately reach over to grab your bag. You don't even make it halfway through the hallway yet when his hand reaches out to grab your wrist in a tight grip.
Alpha!Yuta who can't let you go, after everything he's done to put up a perfect facade? He can't risk losing all of this, losing you. So you find yourself getting dragged back into his room by him, covering your mouth shut because you just won't shut up.
Alpha!Yuta opens up, saying that he's never gotten so brave to get a mate his entire life, until you came in. He swore the moment he saw you, he knew you were meant to be his.
Alpha!Yuta who slightly got pissed that you landed a hit on him. Don't you understand he loves you? Why are you still resisting? Now you're chained to the bed. You did this to yourself.
Yandere Alpha!Yuta who keeps you in bed every day, only letting you up when you need to use the bathroom (with him of course). He brings you daily meals and water but his favorite hobby gotta be feeding you those sweet strawberries from his yard that used to be a symbol of kindness and innocence you thought he had.
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God of the Dead was always alone. With the coldness weighing his heart and the stench of gastly doom clinging to his skin. But then, one day, the world under his feet shifted. Heart bloomed with bizarre fondness. And the Lord of the Underworld soon started to wish for nothing but to taste Spring Goddess's sweetness every single day. Even if he were to accomplish it by force.
requ ested (pray forgive me for waiting so long)
included in Tales, Myths, Romances
pairings: Hades!Trueform Sukuna x Persephone!Reader
content/warnings: greek mythology au, mythologically accurate, possessive behaviour, slightly dark romance, kidnapping, devotion, obsession, heavy smut, Sukuna is his own warning, proper use of belly mouth, double penetration, belly bulges, mating press, oral sex (both), facesitting, yearning, symbolism, Cerberus is just a baby, pussydrunk Sukuna, he's down bad, but he's also toxic
WC: 13.7k (the visions have plagued me)
a/n: I think we all know the story of Hades and Persephone, so this time there's no need for a history lesson! I just hope you'll like it because I had lots of fun writing it! And thank you, dearest anons, for the request <3
divider by @/diviniye
art by @/phantomosis on x
It was a universal truth that opposites attract.
Knowledge older than the Gods themselves.
Carved in marble and rivers, bending under the Greek sun in crystal serpentine. Crossing the lands, fields and meadows, with single droplets caressed by nymphs and fair birdies playing in the calm waters.
Everyone knew that opposites work together.
Everyone could look up and see the sun and the moon frolicking in the same sky. Brush their feet against the hard, stony paths covering the mountains, and yet see little snippets of flowers breaking through the surface. To experience sadness and joy, two contradictory feelings, yet impossible to exist without each other.
Everyone could enjoy the sharp breeze from the thunderstorms, preceded by the sizzling warmth coating their sweating skin.
Everyone knew the night had no meaning without a day. That spring couldn't exist without a death.
Everyone knew it.
Or did they?
Or was it maybe something that one, love-possessed God simply wished to believe in? That opposites could attract even in the most impossible-to-imagine scenarios.
It's not that the Gods of Olympus weren't paired in a rather bizarre manner. For there was a beauty of Aphrodite who cherished the brute God of War dearly. Zeus and Hera, so different and yet ruling over the divine world. And also Dionysus, who haunted by love towards a mortal, made her a goddess.
And yet, Lord Hades couldn't shake off the feeling that his love was plagued by a tragedy from the very beginning.
As how could it be that the Lord of the Underworld's heart, after thousands of years of being burdened by coldness, suddenly bloomed with restless warmth?
With a feeling so unknown and strange, his hand rested on his chest as if in desire to breeze the burning skin up. Long fingers tried to grab the muscle and tear the rosy flesh that separated him from it. But even the God of Death couldn't stop the lovely beating of his heart and mind tormented solely by a thought of… you.
It happened on a sunny day, when, usually hidden in the depths of hell, the Lord of the Underworld decided to take a stroll. Around the spring meadows, with the air carrying the flowery scent of blooming nature. So strange and bizarre, never floating around the endless plains of his domain.
He didn't show his face often up there, as God of the Dead was much, much busier than one could think! Humans were weak, reckless, dying like flies and flooding the Underworld with their restless souls.
Heron crossed the Styx like a madman, and Cerberus couldn't close his eyes even for a second, as the hell was a mad and troubled place.
But then, that one day when the sunlight finally blessed his crimson eyes, Hades, or Sukuna as he much rather preferred, could finally pleasure himself in breathing the air not stained by a musty smell of death.
Each of his steps left the lush grass withered, and the air bent under the heaviness of his aura. Birds would fall silent whenever the God of the Dead passed through the trees they sat in, as if in fear of being taken by the Grim Reaper too soon. Fruits hanging off the branches would suddenly fall rotten, not allowing God to taste the sweetness of their pristine juices.
As there was no sweetness or warmth in Sukuna's life and it had been a long time since he learned how to live with it. For why would anyone care about the wellness of the Lord of the Underworld himself?
And so the world withered and shattered around him, but God truly didn't mind.
Until he saw you, the Goddess of Spring.
Beautiful, alive, with sun smooching your laughing cheeks and eyes curving under the golden rays. Little flowers were tucked in your hair sweetly, and single strands framed your face heartily. Sukuna enjoyed looking at blooming plants, although they quickly withered under his bloody gaze.
But not you.
You quickly became his most dearest petal, with loose, light robes always in a riot of pastel hues and lovely laughter carried by spring winds through the vast meadows. Bare feet ran through the fields of flowers without any worries, and eyes always glanced somewhere over the horizon. Somewhere, towards the seas and trees and frolic nymphs playing near the rivers. Fingers weaved wreaths one by one, and a cooing voice helped the flowers grow and blossom beautifully.
Your robes were always slightly dirty from the earth, warm cheeks marked by pollen, eyes bustling with warmth and kindness, that touched every plant, every animal that cuddled into your open arms.
He usually lurked among the trees. Tall, broody, with a massive body covered by dark robes and a grim aura clinging to his skin. Four arms crossed on a wide chest and two pairs of eyes fixated on a young Goddess frolicking with her friends.
Soon, he started coming more often.
The usual workaholic, a gloomy God who liked nothing and no one, a brute, as some liked to call him, suddenly found something that started haunting his mind. His dreams and nightmares, as even there, you always seemed to smooch his cheeks like a soft petal.
There, you always seemed to be his.
His lovely, dear wife. A Queen of the Underworld.
For all those days he watched you carefully, you've never noticed him.
Not even once, as if completely blinded to everything else outside the walls of your little world.
Until one day, you were left alone.
No friends chirping to your ear, no animals warming your legs – just you.
And, well, him.
He didn't know when and how, but a warming tiredness fell on his eyes, and oh-so-mighty God of the Death slipped into a light slumber. With withered grass lulling his heavy body and birds ogling him from the thick branches. Wind whirred quietly, brushing his pink hair, slipping between the strands and massaging tired temples.
He could almost swear that he fell asleep on the grass. Hard ground moulding under his even harder body and green tuft giggling his cheeks. And yet, after turning and squirming like a restless child, he felt something softer under his head.
Something plush, squishy, beaming with the sweetest, flowery fragrance he's ever smelled. The wind's murmur turned into a lovely hum. A melody that coiled his senses and flooded down his spine, filling his body like the sweetest wine.
He didn't dare to open his eyes.
As he knew, the sight of the lovely Goddess brushing gently through his hair would lead to his death. For Sukuna was rather sure that the only thing in this world that could truly stop his heart was the graceful look of your eyes fixed on him.
Not on flowers, not nymphs, nor animals.
Him.
And thus he lay quietly, with your thighs dipping under his head and soft fingers playing with his hair.
"The Lord of the Underworld in my spring domain," you hummed, swirling a pink strand around your finger. "What a bizarre sight, I must admit."
A chuckle slipped from between your lips when his brows furrowed. Slightly yet rather openly stating that the God of the Dead, with his colossal body bending your earth, has not, in fact, been sleeping.
But there was no need to out his silly manner, and your fingers continued soft curls around his temples. As everyone, no matter their origin, was most welcome in your domain.
Something changed around him. The air, the melody, the structure of grass.
Your presence brought life back to the withered plants and silenced animals that feared him. The birds sitting high on the branches slowly flew down, huddling shyly on his chest. Decayed grass turned lush once again, smooching his skin with its plushness.
"There's no need for fear," you whispered warmly, seeing how wary the animals were of his presence. "He is a good creature too."
Forest animals started to come closer, and closer, and closer, with deer sniffing his body and frogs clumping on his shoulders. Their little, sticky toes left traces of gluey slime, but he didn't mind.
Because God of the Dead rarely felt a life embrace his body.
And thus he decided to cherish it and pray that this single, intimate moment would last forever. With your thighs beaming warmth under his head and animals cuddling to his limbs. Surrounding him in a tight circle with furs and feathers tickling his skin.
He couldn't open his eyes, to not destroy the moment, although, heavens, he truly wished!
To see your hearty face up close. To brush the lower lip coloured with fresh berries and tuck a single strand of hair behind your ear. To see the way pastel robes clung to your skin like a mist, and eyes peeked down at him. But instead, he could only lie quietly and listen to the melody slipping past your lips, curling around his mind like a viper.
A moment has passed, and the deep slumber began to coo his senses. He tried to fight it, longing to stay in your embrace a little longer. To remember the melody of your voice and the pattern of fingertips massaging his temples. The flowery, honeyed fragrance clinging to your skin and filling every corner of his body, taking away his privilege to smell anything else for the next few days.
Before the darkness blanketed his mind and breath became shallower, he could hear the last whispers of your voice:
"Go to sleep, my God. Allow me to accompany you for a while."
When he woke up, you were no longer there. Just a withered grass bending under his body and the warmth of the setting sun bathing his hair in red hues.
No sign of you or animals, and the God, once again, felt devastated. As if deprived of something he should hold onto with all his strength. He was a divine being, after all, and yet your misty figure slipped between his fingers like flowing water.
But his mind recalled those few words. Allow me to accompany you.
And thus, Sukuna decided to take this wish too faithfully.
⛥ ⛥ ⛥
"Stop going out there alone," your mother has sighed, looking at your figure swirling around the wooden hut. "It's dangerous, the Gods are unpredictable–"
Your head shook, lifting the little willow-wined basket used for gathering flowers. "I am a Goddess, mother," you chirped in with a giggle, before glancing at the woman's creased forehead. "And you are too. There's simply no need to fear anything. Besides, we're safe in the spring domain."
Liar.
You didn't tell her about the God of Death crossing the border between the Underworld and mortals much more often than he should. Than he used to. With his gloomy aura beaming off the woods, although he thought that you didn't notice it. Crimson eyes followed you every single day for the past few weeks, and whenever he appeared, one side of your domain suddenly went quiet. Withered, under his death-bringing feet and the silent atmosphere he spread around himself.
And as a Goddess of Spring, you knew of everything happening on your land.
At the beginning, you thought it was rather funny. To see the animals and flowers frightened by his sole presence. You didn't give it much thought, as various Gods had strolled through the plains of your earth and chit-chatted whenever they spotted your figure hunched over the flowers.
But Lord of the Underworld wasn't the talkative type, nor did he engage in any closer relations. In fact, you didn't know much about him aside from what you'd managed to notice over the past weeks.
And you've noticed a lot. His body was built like a mountain, with a heaviness that couldn't be put into words. Two pairs of crimson eyes, lidded like sweet almonds and framed by rather long lashes. Pinkish hair reminding you of blushed peonies, and you wondered whether it would feel equally soft under your touch. Four muscular arms carried the little birdies up their trees when he thought you didn't see, and black stripes curled around his body – like deathly mist, tattooed all over his chest, back, and cheeks, as the God of the Dead didn't mind relaxing his beastly, naked body in the nearby rivers.
The water spilt over the grassy edge, and four arms rested on drenched earth. Crystal water looped his body shyly, smooching the sun-kissed skin with cold kisses. He couldn't see your hazy figure lurking in the bushes.
Your eyes glimmering like two fresh peaches and lips curling in a sly smile, upon seeing muscles upon muscles bending on the God's back. Slick and bulging, stripped of the heavy, dark robes he usually wore and enjoying the kisses of the Mediterranean sun.
Sometimes a nymph would notice him bathing at the river and coo shyly at the handsome but rather intimidating God. You've always observed those interactions from the tree, lurking curiously, with birds perched on your shoulders. All the encounters always ended in a rather pathetic failure, with the Lord of the Underworld ignoring the sweet chirps of little nymphs and their promises to warm his cold body.
All of them flew quickly upon seeing a grave grimace twisting the God's face, and all four palms curling into fists.
"Always so, so angry," you murmured to the red bird sitting on your finger, as it nodded its little head.
And so you didn't tell your mother about these few encounters, for there was no need to worry her. She kept you away from the Olympian Gods as long as she could, yet couldn't stop you from becoming a Goddess too. Truly unfortunate, if she had to admit it, as she had tried for a whole life to keep you well hidden in the far, far corner of Mount Olympus, in your own little spring domain.
"Just be careful," your mother whispered, pushing back a few loose strands of your hair. A small basket hung on your back, and robes clung to your skin. "You know how Gods can be…"
You knew. For you heard of Apollo and Daphne. Of Medusa and a curse sent upon her for being a maiden far too beautiful. About Zeus and Callisto, and more, more Goddesses, who suffered a terrible fate from the hands of Gods themselves.
You understood your mother's worry. Why she tried to tie you up to this little hut hidden in the woods of Olympus. Why she was the Goddess of Agriculture and tried so, so hard to keep her dear spring flower hidden from the prying eyes.
And yet, the serpent flow of destiny was truly twisted and unpredictable. Bending under the Moirai's deathly whispers, with a thin thread slipping between their bony fingers like a river of silk.
As many Goddesses before you, you too were soon to learn that playing with Gods – particularly those who seemed to take a special fondness for you – was a treacherous path. That approaching them cheekily, taking pleasure in keeping them in your arms and cooing like a wounded animal, was simply foolish. Mad, in every deep sense of the word, as out of the many Gods in this world, you particularly should not play like a fox with the Lord of the Underworld himself.
So, on the same day, as golden rays dribbled down your figure hunched over flowers, hands picking the season's most beautiful blooms, the earth suddenly burst open. With a raw, brutal rumble, unleashing chaos across the peaceful meadow. Birds rose from the lush branches, and all the forest animals that were cuddling near your body ran off.
The heavy dust had covered your eyes, smooching flimsy dress and delicate petals that bent under the heavy, little droplets of curled earth.
The obsidian chariot harnessed with three black horses appeared right in front of your eyes. Tall and eerie, still carrying the coldness of the Underworld and a man whose crimson eyes stared down at your figure.
No words could slip past your lips as one muscular arm lifted you up and easily flipped you over the shoulder. Locking you in place with the sheer strength of one hand, until your head hung down the man's back.
"Wait!" Rolled in a scream as the world in front of your eyes started to spin.
A voice you hadn't heard yet punched you like a bucket of cold water. "Don't be afraid, my Goddess," Sukuna said, before whistling to his horses. "You'll soon be able to run through the meadows of the Underworld."
It tasted raw, heavy, so, so low, licking your ears with flamed tongues. A voice truly worthy of the God of the Dead himself.
Before you knew it, the earth had swallowed the chariot once again. The rumbling tore through your spring domain, causing vast fields of flowers to vanish as if slowly devoured by the sky. The horses sped downward, pulling the chariot deeper into the earth, until only a faint glimpse of the familiar sun remained – a warmth you wouldn't see again for the next few months.
The darkness engulfed you, wrapping your skin with icy, deadly touches. It felt as though the three sisters had already severed your thread of fate, sending you to the Underworld sooner than anticipated and plunging you into the claws of the beast you inadvertently unleashed.
"My God," you mumbled, trying to wriggle under his heavy arm. "Where are you taking me?"
Sukuna chuckled lowly, his whole body trembling with a laugh that made your spine tingle. "To home, my dearest Queen."
Deathly whispers curled around your body with curiosity, as if the air in the Underworld had tasted such a sweet life for the first time. Dark clouds filled the sky, and the chariot plunged even lower. Soon, a vast, grimy land spread beneath you, with a thick river curling around the dark soil.
You have never seen the Underworld and have never shown any interest in it. Yet, from that point, with the obsidian chariot soaring high in the sky, it looked mesmerising. Almost magical, with deep, dark forests and withered meadows stretching across the land, lit only by the pale blue light of the moon and little gleaming shadows wandering aimlessly across the plains.
It wasn't difficult to spot Hades's temple. Or maybe you should say a castle.
Sitting quietly on the cliff, with Styx's calm waters flowing beneath its heavy walls. It towered over the whole domain, glimmering in blue light under the moonlight's kisses, and something in your breath has hitched upon seeing an enormous garden filled with withered trees looming over the dead flowers.
The air was biting cold, and yet the closer you were to the temple, the warmer it seemed to smooch your skin. It didn't carry the familiar flowery fragrance, but rather a heavy, woody scent, as if something alive still lingered in the bleak land filled with agony and doom.
When the chariot came to a halt on the dark grass, Sukuna set you down gently. With one strong arm still stalling on your back, as if afraid the moment your feet touched the earth, you would try to escape.
But there was no chance for it, as the Underworld was a trickery and a dangerous place.
"From now on, this is your home. My Queen," his crimson eyes never left your face, even when the hand showed towards the temple looming deathly.
You moved a step away, trying to slip from between the heavy fingers brushing your waist. "It is not my home, and I will not be your Queen. Now take me back to my domain."
Looking up was a mistake, for the gravity of his gaze almost pulled you down to earth. Four eyes stared down at your fuming face before one hand lifted and fingers traced the softness of your warm cheeks. "I cannot do it, my Goddess. That's what I decided, and that's what the Gods accepted."
"The Gods?"
His big thumb brushed your lower lip, and you smacked his hand away. A low chuckle slipped through before he pushed you towards the temple. "Zeus agreed, and that's all that matters. Neither you nor even your mother has any say in it."
You tried to move away again, but his strong arm only pulled you closer to his massive body. Twice your height, with four arms ready to manhandle you like a beast – you knew standing up to him would be foolish. And yet, you tried.
But he didn't mind, as you weighed less than a feather and lifting you was not a sweat for a God of his calibre. Your body once again rolled like a sack over his shoulder, but this time you tried to fight. With nails dragging down his back and teeth digging into the muscles bulging under his robes.
For you, it was a matter of life and death.
For him? A flimsy, sweet teasing from his dearest Goddess, who was yet to accept her fate.
Oh, his heart swelled with the purest joy at the sight of your misty figure wrapped in his arms after weeks of yearning. It didn't matter whether you wanted to stay here or not – Sukuna aimed to use every possible means to soothe your mind and pamper you like his precious wife.
"You ignorant brute, a beast, freak!" Rolled furiously, as you once again left the bloody, tooth marks on his back. "You cannot do it!"
Another throaty chuckle escaped from his side, with his arm cuddling around your waist with fondness. "I can, my Goddess. That's how love works."
"And what can you possibly know about love, my God?"
Sukuna didn't know much, but his greedy desire to always keep you in his sight and worship you as if you were the only Goddess in the pantheon must have been close to what love felt like. To get drunk on your laugh and the plush skin of your body every single evening, as if his whole world twisted around nothing but you. To hear your chipper run with stale wind through his decaying land and once again feel your fingers brush through his hair.
The God of the Dead, the elder of the mightiest brothers, harbinger of death, wished for nothing but to taste the nectar of your love.
But with a frown you looked at him, your teeth digging deeper into his skin – for now, it seemed rather fruitless.
He entered the temple and moved towards the massive stairway curling to the heavens themselves. Your furious shouts could be heard throughout the whole land, but it seemed that neither he nor the servant who suddenly appeared seemed to mind.
"Uraume, prepare a bath for the Queen," Sukuna said, glimpsing quickly towards the woman. Her white, short hair curled around her slim face, and deep eyes blinked in amusement at your sorry state.
"My Lord, I don't think the Queen likes this position," she muttered, sending you a pleading look.
Sukuna scoffed, correcting your body on his shoulder. "The Queen acts like a brat, so she will be treated like one"
Uraume nodded before going down the stairs and disappearing somewhere in the deep chambers of the temple.
Thus, it was the two of you again, and Sukuna moved slowly through the dark corridors, with blue flames licking your writhing body. He didn't mind the shouts, the nails scarring his back through the dusky robes till crimson droplets formed under the material and bites that your teeth have left on his shoulders.
In fact, the God of the Dead took a bizarre pleasure in feeling your flaming touch on his skin. Something in his chest swelled whenever your lips travelled to his neck, and it didn't really matter that they left the bloody bites and not the nectar kisses he yearned for.
At some point, you've finally entered the big chamber. The weird warmness crept through the tall windows, bending in heavy, marble arches. Vast plains of the Underworld rolled like waves on the horizon, and you stopped scratching Sukuna's back when the full land came in view.
Beautiful, endless, mesmerising, so different from what you grew up with. With only a pale, blue moon constantly shining upon the lost souls and deep, agonising cries coming from the Tartarus.
Sukuna finally put you down. "That's our chamber," rolled almost proudly, and you looked around the bedroom.
Dark, draped in misty veils, with a huge bed covered with crimson sheets and a baldachin moving together with gentle swooshes of wind. Warm flames have lit the place, with torches and long waxed candles glimmering shyly around the whole chamber.
Just behind the crimson curtain, you've heard the dripping of water and Uraume's hushed voice. So that must've been the bath.
"I will not be sleeping with you in one bed, my God," you barked, but Sukuna seemed not to care at all.
He pushed you towards the balcony, with a heavy hand placed on your lower back. "That's the garden. I made it for you," your chest squeezed. For you. "You can do anything you want with it, of course."
"It's impossible to grow life within your domain," slipped harshly, before your eyes looked up. Crimson moons stared down at you. All the time. "So you kidnapped me to grow you a garden?"
His sharp jaw tightened. "I did it for your own good," he muttered, hand lifting to brush away your hair. "For our good. I want you to be the Queen of the Underworld. My wife," fat thumb kissed you fuming cheek. "My Goddess."
And as much as you wished to stay angry, it felt impossible to hide the special fondness rising in your chest. A mix of hate and curiosity, as it was difficult to imagine why the Lord of the Underworld himself was such a desperate beast to lock you in his clutches.
Your eyes went back to the garden, taking in the withered earth and flowers bending in death.
But then you've noticed something – a tree. Dark, yet looking rather alive, blooming with red, round fruits that looked as if ready to burst.
Pomegranate.
And you, as the Goddess of Spring, knew why it seemed to be the only fruit growing deep within this deathly domain.
Sukuna followed your lidded eyes before a low hum filled the air. "You'll eat it at some point," seeing a sudden shock bathing your face and a slow shake of your head, he added. "Even if I have to force you."
Soon, you would discover that there were many, many other things the God of Death would force upon you, just to keep you within his touch.
And as surprising as it seemed, eating the pomegranate seeds to bind you eternally to the Underworld would be the last.
You didn't say anything, looking at the pomegranate tree with a grim expression ripping your lips. A Spring Goddess you were, and yet the single look of this rich fruit made you want to burn it right here and there.
"My Lord, my Queen, the bath was prepared," Uraume slipped in politely, before once again disappearing into the darkness.
Sukuna came inside, and you followed, passing under his heavy arm as he lifted the curtains between the chamber and bath.
Multiple candles licked dark walls, and the steam curled in the air. The big, marble pool filled with hot water called your name like a madman, and you were ready to tear your dress in half just to dip inside. The air in the Underworld was much, much colder than up in your domain, and after the eventful day, you truly wished for nothing but a simple bath.
And yet, even this was to be wrecked by Sukuna's four hands slipping the misty robes of your shoulders. Your trembling finger caught the dress in front of your chest before it could fall.
"My God, may I know what you are doing?" There was no trace of madness in your tone, only simple weariness and irritation.
His lips curled in a smirk, and if not for both hands gripping your dress, you would surely smack his cheek. You would try at least, as bending your head back to meet his gaze was already difficult enough.
His dark robes hit the floor before you've noticed it, exposing you to the view that – rather unfortunately – made your thighs clench. Massive thighs bulged under muscles, and it seemed clear that he could snap your neck with a single clamp.
But it wasn't the thighs that hit your cheeks with a maddened fever. No, rather two, fat cocks, with shafts so heavy they barely stood straight. Droplets of sticky pearls curled around two pulsing heads, sticking like a net to his pubes. The smooth, reddened skin glimmered under the dimmed flames, and your breath hitched while taking in the inhumane size.
And then your eyes followed up to his belly, mouth grinning mischievously, torso wide as mountains and four arms, just waiting to grab your flimsy body.
Sukuna was… terrifying. Alluring, feral, obscene, but oh so beautiful. With a body worthy of a God and an almost tyrannical aura that clung to him like a second skin. The mortals have feared him, Gods always tried to keep the relations as polite as possible, and yet you somehow found a wisp of fondness coiling in his gaze.
"I'm planning to bathe with my Queen, of course," Sukuna murmured, tilting his head with a cheeky grin. Four crimson eyes burned your skin, and you've never, ever felt as small and helpless as now. "Let me help you with it." Fingers tugged on your dress, trying to slip it down.
You took a step back, gripping the robe even tighter. "My God, I'm fine. But please enlighten me why we should take a bath together?"
He, however, was relentless, and it took a single, harsher tug to let your robes fall down the marble floor. A gasp slipped past your lips as you tried to cover yourself with pathetic moves.
Sukuna lifted your body with a single arm, and soon both of you sat on the little bench carved in a pool.
He took a deep, deep sigh, leaning against the edge. Two muscular arms kept you in place, with your back plastered to his chest and ass brushing against the massive cocks, while the other two started to soap you up.
A shiver ran down your spine, feeling big, yet soft hands smooching your skin in gentle circles. Slowly, tenderly, massaging your shoulders and back, going down, and down, to the swell of your wet breasts.
A quiet, shy moan escaped your feverish cheeks when his thumbs brushed the perked nipples. You wriggled under his touch, as if fighting against itself to give into the warmness beaming from his body and heavy fingers washing your tired skin.
Your hips jerked again when he pinched your nipples, sending a sudden, electrifying wave down your spine.
"My Queen, try to keep yourself in place," he said with a low voice, and only then did you notice that your ass had been bumping against his cocks for this whole time.
You didn't look back, as if in fear that even a single glance could pique Sukuna's curiosity and test the dangerous waters of your patience. "Is it necessary, my God? I can wash myself."
Two hands gripped your hips, quickly turning you towards him.
Your hands rested on his shoulders as he sat you right on his muscular thighs. The water spilt over the pool's marble edge, and crimson eyes stayed fixed on your face. On your slightly parted lips and hair sticking to your cheeks.
His upper arms slipped up to your waist, while the lower ones started to massage your thighs. In slow, gentle circles, dangerously close to the naked pussy that bounced against the fatness of his shafts.
He played a dangerous, oh so dangerous game, but took a maddened satisfaction in observing the changing looks on your face. Anger mixed with delight, as if you wanted to hit him and nuzzle into his touch at the same time.
"What's wrong, my Queen?" he muttered, soaping up your waist. "Why would you wash yourself alone if your husband is here?"
At this point, both of you knew that the bath was a mere, foolish excuse for the Lord of the Underworld to finally enjoy the sight of your naked body. To take a pleasure in feeling your naked skin against his and test his own patience, feeling the warmth of your cunt brushing against his cocks.
His moves were deprived of any sexual manner, and yet your insides burned with the most wicked flame. Your drenched fold were bumping against his cocks, yes, and the fat shaft brushed against your clit, maybe, but even then, he didn't try to push you.
To force himself on you, as if waiting for your consent.
As if he wished you craved him as much as he did you.
But even then, every few seconds, he would move closer. His fingers would brush your trembling nipples, hips move beneath yours, and he would always take in your muffled moans with a sly smile.
"You're not m-my husband," rolled embarrassingly weak, and Sukuna hummed, brushing your lower lip with his thumb.
"Not yet. I'll give you time to make yourself at home," thick digit slipped inside your mouth, and you quickly bite it. Hard, feeling his bones crack under your teeth, although he only smiled. Like a man possessed. "As I was saying, I'll give you a month–"
"And what then?" you mumbled, with lips still curled around his thumb. "What if you won't tame me after a month?"
Pink strands of hair stuck to his wet forehead, and you needed to dig your nails into his chest, not to lift the fingers and brush them away. Four crimson eyes – two big, lidded in slyness and two smaller, curved like a moon – drank in the sight of a sweet little Goddess squirming on his massive body.
"Then I'll force you to love me," spilled calmly, without hesitation. And maddening yearning in his eyes told you that he was ready to do it. That his understanding of love was far from the sweetness and kindness you've known of.
His fingers travelled up, through the breasts, collarbones, and neck, till the second hand joined your face. He cupped your cheeks gently yet lined with restrained violence.
Possessiveness, madness, that filled his flamed eyes.
"Don't test my patience, my Goddess," he murmured softly, pulling your face closer. His lips nearly brushed against yours, and a wave of warmth washed over your body. "Let me love you in my own way, and I promise to make you happy. Within my domain, you can be as free as you desire."
It was difficult not to have your heart flutter upon hearing those words.
He knew how crazy your mother was about you. That you spent most of your life chained to her leg, never leaving the spring domain, never feeling the winds of freedom.
That's why his promise sounded so exhilarating. Wild, absolutely insane, and yet letting you let out a deep sigh. Because finally, after so many years, you were alone.
Without your mother, without the prying eyes of Gods, without the same meadows caging around you like a prison.
Only with a much, much bigger, heavier, and mind-spilling problem, of a God of the Dead who seemed to take a special, wicked interest in you.
Your hands, still trembling on his chest, pushed yourself away. Hips slipped from his cocks, but not before giving two, feverish heads one last brush. As if you wanted to push him over the edge.
He groaned and squinted his eyes. "Where are you going, my Goddess? We're not done yet."
Four hands shoot towards you, fingers trying to catch your slippery body. It curled at the end of his fingertips, teasing him mischievously with full breasts dripping with crystal droplets and soft skin glimmering under the gentle flame of candles.
His cocks moved, eyes tried to take the wholeness of your divine beauty, and yet, after weeks of watching you every single day, he still couldn't believe that a woman of your sort truly walked this earth.
"I am done with you…" your eyes curved cheekily as you slowly moved back. "My God. I agree to a monthly trial–"
"It's not a trial, you'll be staying here forever."
Your back hit the pool's edge, but Sukuna didn't move. Instead, he observed you. Like a predator, preparing for a deadly attack.
"As I said, I do agree. But if you won't manage to persuade me to stay," slipped in a whisper, and you smiled even wider, seeing a furrow creasing his forehead. "I will simply kill myself. Just like Daphne did."
His heart nearly stopped, crimson eyes bloodshot. Before you could escape the pool, two arms yanked you back, pressing your chest against his. He lifted you, wrapping your legs around his waist. Finger gently squeezed your face with a slight pinch, until salty fog blurred your sight.
"My God–" you barely muffled.
"Don't ever," he growled, gripping your cheeks harsher. "Ever say that in front of me again. I will break your legs if I have to. I will tie you up to bed if you force me to," something warm spilt from his belly, and just then, you remembered about his mouth. Heavy tongue took a long, fat drag of your wet cunt, and you cried within his brutal embrace. "You are mine. Every dream of yours, every part of your body, every single laugh, all of it belongs to me."
His grip on your cheeks was too strong to let you shake your head, but light enough to allow another moan to spill from your throat. In sweetness and pain, feeling the teeth of his belly mouth pinch your clit.
"My God–"
"Do you understand me?"
"I-I–ahh," a cry filled the foggy bath, feeling his tongue slurp on your wetness. It felt heavy, girthy, tasting you with a maddened pleasure as if feasting on the honeyed juices dripping down the water.
"Do you understand?" he gritted through his teeth, loosening up his grip on your cheeks. "I don't like to repeat myself."
With another sweet mewl, your head lulled to one side in a nod, and he finally released you from his clutches. You stood right in front of him – wet, trembling, with slippery thighs and cunt already missing the swirling of his tongue on your clit.
His thumb followed down to his belly, gathering traces of your cum. A second later, thick digit found its way to your lips, pushing the stickiness right onto your tongue.
It tasted sweet, almost milky-like, clinging to the muscle like a spider's web while his thumb smeared it all over your insides.
"Tastes delicious, hm? That's what you're keeping away from me," Sukuna groaned, drinking in the sight of your teary face. "I am not a patient man, my Goddess, but my heart belongs to you, and I wish to treat you the best I can," he lifted up your face, creaming your cheeks with the rest of the cum. "But I do warn you, dearest. When the month passes, I won't be holding myself anymore. So you'd better accept this fate and just let me love you."
You didn't nod, didn't even blink. Just observed his devilishly handsome face with teary, wrecked eyes beaming with fury.
You tried to snap back, but his thumb pushed harder on your tongue. "Uraume," he called, looking somewhere over your shoulder. "Take the Queen back to our chamber. I think she's a bit tired."
Light, white robes curled around your shoulder, before Uraume gently pulled you away from Sukuna's clutches. "My Queen, allow me to–"
You shook off her hand, wiping the rest of your cum from your cheek. "Thank you, I know how to tuck myself to sleep."
And so you left your future husband alone, with rage and ecstasy still mixing beneath your chest.
⛥ ⛥ ⛥
The next few weeks passed with silence and tension binding the Goddess of Spring and the God of the Dead like a thin thread of fate. Only the three sisters were able to cut it swiftly and release you from the torment, and yet no one ever came to save the poor petal.
The first few days you spent mostly in the garden, lying under the pomegranate tree and observing the darkness blanketing the sky. The withered plains of the Underworld have never been touched by sunlight, and the lack of it started to bother you too.
There was no way to tell day from night, as the air was always slightly cold and the sky never turned any colour other than dark blue. Sometimes a sudden fog has risen over the horizon, curling above the parched trees.
The agonising screams from Tartarus could be heard over from your balcony, although after complaining to Sukuna about your lack of sleep, they somehow quieted down. You didn't pry into his methods, nor did you need to exactly know how he accomplished it.
It was difficult to grow anything in the garden, and after days of trying, you finally gave up. Well, not entirely, for you spent more and more days trying to think of a plant that would not need sun nor much water to bloom and if Sukuna could let you out even for a few days, surely you could find something.
He, however, was fully relentless at your begging as there was nothing binding you to the Underworld. Yet.
Fresh pomegranates whispered sweet sins to your ears as you looked at the round fruits bursting with crimson seeds. You wondered what they tasted like. How pristine their juices were.
Sometimes your finger would trace their hard skin with delicacy and quickly pull away, feeling Sukuna's heavy gaze drilling the hole in the back of your skull.
He seemed to always have you in his sight. It didn't really matter whether you strolled around the garden or went deeper into his domain – he was always there. Somewhere, lurking at your misty figure, the only colourful thing in his vast world, even if you didn't see him.
For the first few days, you didn't talk at all. And he was oh so angry with your nasty mood swings, even though it seemed he truly tried to be on his best behaviour.
For a while, you even refused to sleep in the same bed. He would wake up in the middle of the night only to find you cuddled into Cerberus's massive, soft body, snoring like a little baby and nuzzled under his heavy neck.
The beastly dog quickly became your favourite creature in the whole domain, and Sukuna couldn't count the times when you strolled with it through the dark plains and meadows, giggling sweetly whenever it rolled in withered grass.
It seemed the beast was particularly fond of and protective of you, so that even the God of Death himself could not approach you without the beast's shiny, sharp teeth growling his way. Crimson eyes observed him carefully, as if ready to rip his heart out if his lone finger brushed your silky skin.
And whenever Sukuna reminded you that Cerberus also had his role in the Underworld, the loveliest pout would twist your lips, and a dog's low growl would slash through the air.
And because Sukuna was softhearted only for you, he didn't have another choice but to allow you to adopt Cerberus as your own, exclusive pet.
But he absolutely couldn't stand waking up to the coldness wrapping around his body, and thus, for the first few days, in the middle of the night, he would travel all the way to Cerberus's cave only to take his Goddess back.
"Where is she?" the God would growl, with all four arms folded on his chest and eyes lidded with sleep. "Give her back, she'll come back to you in the morning anyway."
And the dog would usually ignore him, with three massive heads pretending to be plagued by a heavy slumber. Sukuna would sigh and slip a soft plea, trying to resonate with a beast he raised himself.
Three pairs of bloodshot eyes would glare at him deathly, but after a few quite embarrassing and yet desperate pleadings, the dog would lift his head up, only to reveal your peacefully slipping body. Curled against his fluffy neck, with fingers gripping the soft fur and shallow, peaceful breaths coming from your parted drooling lips.
Sukuna would lift you up with utmost care and bring you back to your chamber, wrapping himself around your body with all six limbs.
When the "morning" came, he was always the first one to slip from the bed. But not before getting himself untangled from your body. Lying serenely on his broad chest, with a drool pooling right above his heart and soft strands of your hair tickling his chin.
It was his most favourite sight during that month, and the only chance to see your face without a pout or crease forming on your lovely forehead. No matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't get close to you as much as he wished to.
But at least, after the few weeks of constantly going back and forth between your chamber and Cerberus's cave, you finally stopped escaping from his clutches and slept in his embrace for a whole night.
Moreover, during those weeks spent in each other's presence, you seemed to enjoy nothing more than pissing the God of the Dead off.
During one eventful night that both he and Uraume would recall in the future with a painful headache, you sat quietly at the long table. The wooden furniture bent under the heavy supper, with meats, fruits and vegetables prepared in feast portions.
Sukuna loved to see your cheeks stuffed full, and sometimes you would even joke that he tried to fatten you up only to eat you for dessert. He chuckled lowly, every time answering that if only you spread those thighs nicely, my Goddess, I would gladly eat you for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
An embarrassed, nasty slip from your lips, as you tried to ignore the warmth blooming in your lower belly.
One evening, however, Uraume interrupted your supper with a heavy panting and trembling gaze.
"My Lord, my Queen," she said, taking a few deep breaths. "Forgive me for the intrusion, but something deeply concerning has occurred."
"What is it?" Sukuna mumbled, not even looking her way. Instead, he poured you another cup of wine, while you tried to hide your flushed cheeks behind a curtain of hair.
Oh, you were so, so fucked.
"All the souls lingering on the river's banks have entered the Underworld."
Sukuna suddenly stopped and put the jug of wine back on the table with a loud thud. "What?!"
Both you and Uraume shrugged.
"Charon took them all," she said, glimpsing your way.
You, however, looked down at your plate, as if trying to completely erase yourself from this conversation.
"All of them were buried with a coin? How is it possible?" Sukuna growled.
Uraume took a deep sigh, with deep, sorry eyes still lingering on your hunched figure. "He said that…" She hesitated, biting down on her lower lip. "The Queen ordered to let them in."
Fuck.
The air suddenly stilled, and a moment passed before Sukuna's crimson, angry eyes looked your way. But it's not like you could see the rage blazing in his gaze, as you still carefully observed the fresh fig lying on your plate.
The fact that he somehow got delivered all your favourite, fresh fruits down to the Underworld was truly–
"Do you want to tell me something, my Queen?" he asked with utmost politeness, although you sensed the displeasure bubbling in his throat.
"No, not really," you murmured, playing with a juicy fruit.
He took a deep sigh, curling all four of his hands into fists. A soft vein popped on his forehead as he truly, really tried to keep himself calm.
"I will ask you again," slipped softly, before his two hands pulled your chair closer to him. Your thighs brushed against each other, and his fingers lifted your chin up. Till you were forced to meet his heavy, bloody gaze. "Is there anything you wish to tell me?
Oh, lying to him like that was much, much harder.
"Listen," you started, and he already sighed. "I don't see any problem with it. Why would you keep them there if Charon can just take them all to the Underworld? Isn't that the whole point of your domain?"
His fingers tightened on your chin because, dear-fucking-heavens, he really struggled to hold it together. Four bloodshot eyes looked down at your pouty lips and doe eyes, as if your pure loveliness could melt his anger.
Well, it usually could.
"They cannot enter Hades if they do not get buried with a coin. That's the rule all of them must obey," rolled harshly, and your pout became even sweeter. Fuck. "How did you even force Charon to do it? This old man is stubborn as hell."
You nestled into his palm, attempting to ease his heart with a gentle, pleading look. "It turns out most of the creatures here are quite afraid of Cerberus," you giggled, even though Sukuna was clearly unhappy. "Um, and they’re also afraid of you. The threat of reporting to the Lord of the Underworld himself tends to work quite effectively."
Sukuna pulled away with a heavy groan and started massaging his temples. One side of him was rather happy that, after weeks of fighting, you decided to use both your title and him to get what you wanted. But the other wanted to curl his fingers around your neck and snap it clean, for the mess you have caused with your need to piss him off.
He closed his eyes, taking a few deep breaths. "Why did you do it?"
"They looked sad."
His crimson gaze once again snapped to your face. "Sad? The souls?"
You nodded. "Well, all of them wanted to enter Hades so–"
"My Goddess, you can't do such a thing!" Uraume cried, looking out the tall window as if all those souls were travelling up Hades' temple.
"Why? I thought I was the Queen of the Underworld." A cheeky smile curved your lips, and Sukuna almost lost it. "I can do whatever I want. Your own words, my God."
Well, he did tell you that from now on, this domain was under both his and your control, but his mind ran far too short to predict that you, in fact, wouldn't know the most basic rules of this land.
And thus, he could only swallow his rage and look back at Uraume. "Catch them all and bring them back to the shore. Also, tell Charon that from now on he's forbidden from listening to the Queen's orders."
You scoffed, crossing arms on your chest. "I'm just going to set Cerberus on him."
"Right," Sukuna growled, sending you a short, angry look. "And also chain the dog to his cave. This beast has forgotten who his real master is."
You could forgive him mistreating the poor souls and Charon, but a line had to be drawn regarding your beloved dog.
Your fingers grabbed his forearm, eyes bulging in worry. "Wait! Leave Cerberus out of this," Sukuna looked at your nails digging into his skin and a jittery gaze. "I'm sorry, okay? Just…" There was a thread linking you both – dangerously thin, leading to an emotion your relationship hasn't yet discovered. Forgiveness. "Please don't hurt him. It's my fault. Cerberus listens to everything I say, he's just a silly dog. So let him be. If there's someone who should be punished, it's me."
Sukuna didn't say anything for a while, staring at your pleading eyes with a furrowed brow. A storm of feelings coiled in his head, and you noticed his gaze soften slightly. He often acted like a brute, of course, but you believed that somewhere, deep, deep beneath his chest, there was still a man who placed the little birds that had fallen from the trees back in their nests.
"Fine," he finally muttered and oh, how shocked he was when you chuckled and wrapped yourself around his neck. For a moment, he sat frozen in place, but soon all four arms curled around you, as he inhaled the sweetness coating your skin.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
Uraume looked away to hide a little smile tugging on her lips, as it was a long, long time since she had seen the God of the Dead blushing like a virgin nymph.
Sukuna coughed, sending her a deadly gaze. "But I still believe that you and Cerberus could use some time away from each other. I'm tired of raising two brats at the same time," he mumbled, and you giggled into his neck.
"Well, my God, try to suggest it to him, and we'll see what happens," you pulled away, with hands still wrapped around his neck. "I'm afraid your beast found himself a new owner."
And so, since that evening, a little, hopeful grain started to bloom in Sukuna's heart.
As it seemed that his lovely Goddess had finally begun to warm to him. During the evening baths, you chirped into his ear like a fair birdie, sometimes even washing his muscular back and massaging his always-creased forehead.
At night, your body instinctively nuzzled into his. Legs wrapped around him tightly, hands curled around his arms, and a slightly wet cheek left a small puddle of saliva on his chest. He always beamed with warmth, and you, like a cat, used his body as a heater.
During the shared breakfast, you kept talking while he fed you the sweetest, juiciest fruits. What's more, your roles would shift, with your fingers occasionally placing a piece of orange onto his lips – sometimes upper, sometimes lower.
Whenever you stole a few apples for Cerberus, as he's tired of eating raw meat, he would only scoff and wave his hand. The beast has been living on meat and water for thousands of years, and yet, a few weeks after your appearance, he suddenly developed a lavish taste for fruits picked only by you.
On some afternoons, when Sukuna would nap under the pomegranate tree, you would creep to his side. Carefully place his head on your thighs and hum a lovely melody, just like you did back then in a forest. He would always try to stay as still as possible, just to prolong those precious moments – your fingers brushing through his hair and flowery fragrance coating his skin.
One special afternoon, your hum was interrupted by something else.
Something… alive.
The high trilling of crickets, soft chirping of birds and muffled croaks of the frogs, coming from the little pond Sukuna has built up for you.
Your fingers suddenly stopped in their tracks, and the God coughed quietly, wriggling under your touch. Like a dog, begging for more pats.
"How is it possible?" you asked, looking down at his "sleeping" face.
There was a minute of silence before he slowly, carefully opened his eyes and sighed heavily, meeting your solemn gaze. "The animals also need to enter Hades. Just on different rules," His eyes fell on something crawling up your hand. "Look there."
And to your surprise, you've noticed a grasshopper sitting serenely on your skin. It wasn't as lush and green as you remembered it to be, but misty, almost like a cloud, with only his foggy soul still crawling up your arm.
And then you've noticed birds sitting high up on the pomegranate tree, with their little wings looking like a shadow.
Something heavy formed in your throat and heart stirred with affection. "You brought them for me?"
Sukuna hummed, closing his eyes and gently placing your hand back on his head. "You can say that. Most of them were already here. I simply ordered to be bring them to our garden."
Your fingers started working through his hair again – scratching and massaging his head, till the beastly God stretched on your thighs like a cat and nuzzled into the softness of your belly.
You didn't push him away but rather giggled and whispered a sweet thank you. A little smile tugged on Sukuna's lips, and he purred softly my pleasure, Goddess.
And thus, for the first time in your life, you have felt free.
With Underworld's woeful air smooching your cheeks and shadowy animals following you around the withered plains.
You have never felt more alive than in the realm of the dead.
That's why when Sukuna called you into the main hall one day, your heart froze. With dread and fear, upon seeing your furious mother standing right next to him by the altar.
The altar, decorated with your small marble figures and fresh flowers, he ordered to be changed daily since no plant in the Underworld could survive longer than a day.
Your fingers curled in fists, lips fell in line, and somehow, even though you loved her dearly, you simply couldn't take a step closer.
Sukuna stood still, with four arms crossed on his chest and eyes looking carefully at your trembling body. As if he could read all the thoughts coiling beneath your furrowed brows.
"My darling, oh Gods," she sighed, crossing the distance between you two in a few steps. Before you knew it, she pulled you into a hug, although your arms hung loosely by your sides. "I thought I'd lost you forever. Can you believe that I needed to threaten Zeus himself to finally find you?"
She pulled away and grabbed your cheeks, only to meticulously ogle your face. "Oh my, you're so pale! This place did you no good, but at least you're fine. This brute…" she looked over her shoulder, glancing at Sukuna's stony face. "My heart almost stopped upon hearing that he was the one who kidnapped you. Did he touch you? Are you okay? Did he, you know, force you to–"
"Mom," you quickly interrupted her and wriggled yourself out of her embrace. "Why are you here?"
She looked dumbfounded – with warm eyes bulging in shock and lips slightly falling open. When you stepped back, her forehead creased.
"I came to take you back, of course."
A gentle sigh echoed through the vast temple hall as you glanced over her shoulder. Somewhere nearby, a man was attentively listening to you, with a heart pounding loudly in his throat. Filled with fear, anticipation, hope.
Sukuna rarely looked at you with that gaze – filled with love and dread, as if he understood that neither anyone else nor he himself was truly worthy of your heart. He scarcely ever seemed so weak and afraid, as if his mind, soul, heart were fully, completely wrapped around your finger.
And thus now, after so many of his threats, you could make a choice.
To stay here, with him, or go back to your mother.
"Let's go, darling, I'm getting nauseous just from being here," she tried to grab your hand, but, once again, you stepped away.
"I'm not going back," slipped in a whisper. "I can't go back."
She looked shocked, and her lips curved in a nervous smile. "What do you mean, you can't?"
"I'm bound to the Underworld."
Lie.
But oh, how good it felt in your heart, lifting the weight of all the mixed emotions you've buried over the past few days.
"Bound? What do you–" she started, and then, as if suddenly enlightened, gasped. A sharp cry escaped her throat, and her eyes looked back at Sukuna with a frightened, intense gaze. "You! You forced her to eat the seeds!"
Before she could step closer and smack his cheek with an open palm, you grabbed her. "No, mom. I did it myself."
She stopped, turning back your way. With disappointment filling her eyes and trembling lips. "You did what?"
"I love him."
And that, well, that was a confession no one expected. Not you, mother, and particularly not Sukuna. His breath hitched, eyes bulged, and he almost, almost took a step closer.
As his heart, mind, and soul were consumed by a desire to hold you and caress you yearningly until your lips swell from the sweetness of the kiss.
Your mother quickly interrupted, holding your cheeks. "You don't. Don't say it. You don't love him. He's a beast who manipulated your mind, love has no place here. Don't act foolishly, that's not how I raised you."
Your heart shuddered in wretchedness upon her words. As you knew how much she hated all the Gods. How hard she tried to keep this sweet, yet so foreign feeling away from you, as if the little seed growing in your heart was something shameful.
Crystal droplets trickled down your cheeks, wetting her pads. "But I do, mother. And I will stay here, with him. That's my home now."
There was no need to listen to her further. Sliding her trembling hands from your cheeks, you turned and quickly disappeared into the comforting darkness of a temple you used to hate that much.
Her low pleadings filled the main hall, but you could only ignore them. Seeing her again, after a whole month, brought dreadful memories of years spent in her golden cage.
You entered the chamber and sat down on a plush bed. Your hands still slightly wet from nervousness, eyes taking in the cosiness and warmth of the bedroom you shared with… him. Candles licked your skin sweetly, and moon lurked through misty curtains.
Even the usual shrieks coming from Tartarus were mild that evening, allowing you to enjoy the little crickets slipping from the garden.
Cerberus barked somewhere deep within your domain, and a smile tugged at the corners of your lips. You were on your way to give him his daily dose of apples when your mother suddenly appeared.
You sat on a bed, hunched and frozen, not noticing a massive shadow that swooshed closer. Dark robes appeared in front of your feet, and soon a heavy, musky fragrance followed.
"My Queen," Sukuna started, not quite sure what to say. A silence has fallen – pleasant, warm, homey. He sighed and crouched to meet your gaze. "Are you okay?"
Only then did he notice crystal droplets still dripping down your cheeks. "My Goddess, why are you crying?"
"Don't allow her to take me," slipped in a crying whisper, before a muffled choke followed. His big hands gripped yours, trying to stop the trembling. "Please, let me stay here."
His fingers lifted to gently cup your face. "What are you talking about? Of course, I won't let you go," crimson eyes softened as a large thumb brushed your lower lip. "Have you forgotten my words? You're never leaving my side."
"Never?"
He shook his head. "Never. I will stand against all of Olympus if that's the price of loving you."
Another sharp cry rolled from your lips as you nuzzled into his hand.
He changed your positions, sitting on the bed and letting you climb onto his thighs, only to push your crying face into his neck. Four hands embraced you before he began to cradle you like a baby.
With soft whispers and kisses placed on your forehead.
When the first shock rolled away and the tears finally stopped, you pulled back. With swollen lips and puffy cheeks, that made Sukuna's heart swell with fondness.
His tongue lapped up the last salty droplets before big palms cupped your hips. "You'll stay here, with me," plush lips peppered your cheeks, nose, and the slightly trembling chin. "And you'll let me love and worship you as you deserve," his hands rolled your hips against his, drawing a moan from your throat. "No one will take you away from me. Not now, not ever."
Your arms wrapped around his neck, back bent in a delicate arch. You looked at him with a plea, taking in the divine beauty of his beastly face. "What if Zeus himself comes for me?"
His lips were barely brushing against yours, and a woody, heavy smell of his body tickled your heart. "I'll kill him. My Goddess, you truly underestimate me. I will move heaven and earth to keep you by my side."
And then, with a last longing gaze connecting your starving souls, your lips have finally crashed.
In a slow, gentle, yet raw kiss, with his teeth biting down on your lower lip and throat swallowing all your sugary moans.
All four hands quickly found their way around your body – caressing, holding, gripping the swell of your ass and moving your hips in harsher rolls.
Misty robe hanging on your shoulders slipped down with a gentle tug, and soon his two upper hands lifted to cup your breasts.
The softness of your skin made Sukuna's mind spin, and a craving to sink himself into your warm cunt felt almost maddening. His cocks, still clothed by a dark tunic, brushed against your folds and the sweetest, purest moan rolled right into his lips.
"Feed me, my God," you murmured, pulling away slightly. "Feed me the pomegranate seeds and tie me to the Underworld. To you."
Of course, you lied to your mother.
And Sukuna knew it too. He observed you for a whole day and night, never leaving your giggles out of his sight, and thus he was aware of your little, desperate lie.
What he hoped for, however, was that your confession was sincere.
Tasting the sweetness of your lips, he realised how truly doomed he was – completely entangled with the scent of your skin and the beauty of your eyes. His heart skipped a beat when your fingers pulled his pink hair, causing his hips to buck instinctively, seeking the intense pleasure.
You pushed his chest, forcing his massive body to lie down on the mattress. "Feed me, and I shall let you have a taste too."
Your lips met his cheeks, jaw, and dropped down through the bulging throat and collarbones, while fingers slipped from the dark robes. He wore nothing beneath the long tunic, and soon your lips curled around his nipple, biting it softly with a hum.
Two upper arms swiftly pulled you up to his face, while the lower ones still held your bare hips. "What will you let me taste, my Goddess?"
A cheeky smirk tugged on your lips as you placed your leaking cunt right over his open belly mouth. "Your favourite fruit, my God."
With a loud moan, you lowered down onto its tongue, feeling the heavy muscles giving you a long, nasty lick. A shudder washed over your spine, and Sukuna drank the next cry that escaped your throat.
"You taste even better than I remembered, my Goddess," he groaned, feeling the saccharine droplets coat his lower tongue. Sticking to his teeth and inner cheeks like the sweetest honey. "But I have a much better idea."
And with that, you quickly found yourself facing his massive cocks and hovering over his face. Your puffy, drenched folds hang right above his lips, and he looked at your dripping cunt with a low groan.
"Fuck, my Goddess," two fingers parted your folds, only for a small, sticky droplet to drip down his chin. "You smell so fucking good, lower yourself a bit."
He didn't wait for your answer as two big hands pulled your hips down with a single, strong move. A groan slipped past his lips and went straight to your cunt, sending a wave of trembling pleasure straight to your clit.
"That's right, my sweet fucking Goddess," he mumbled, lips curving under the weight of your hips. "Don't be shy, get yourself comfortable."
"I-I'm not shy," and if not for a heat that slapped your cheeks, he maybe would believe you.
But your body was too honest, too inexperienced to hide the way your hips rolled against his tongue. Another pitched moan filled the foggy air when his tongue slipped inside your tight cunt.
His lower hands landed on your back and slowly, slowly bent you down. Till your wet lips met with two, pulsing heads and breasts hang right over the belly mouth.
Oh, he was right, this position was absolutely killing… both of you.
Because the moment big, beastly lips curled around your nipple, your hips buckled, and a sweet moan tickled both leaking heads.
"Nghhh," bounced sweetly off his veiny shafts. "That's–mhmm, my God, feels so good."
Sukuna chuckled, slurping on your swollen clit and pushing another cry from your chest. "Give them a little lick, my Queen. They've been waiting for you whole fucking month."
With a hazy gaze, you glanced at two fat cocks smooching your cheeks. Wet and massive, with droplets of musky precum oozing down the pulsing skin and a strong fragrance making you even wetter. He smelled so heavy, manly, and the moment you gave the first cock a kitty lick, Sukuna groaned straight into your clit.
Your hand grabbed the other one and started pumping it in slow, gentle moves, with your thumb brushing the reddened head. Belly mouth sucked on your breasts as if waiting for something more creamy to release itself onto his ravaging tongue, and you cried even louder whenever the wet tongue travelled between both of your nipples.
"How is it possible, fuck," Sukuna groaned, scooping a hefty gush of your cum and drinking it straight from your fluttering hole. "That you're so sweet everywhere. My beautiful, divine Goddess. Come on, try to suffocate me with your cunt. Put your whole weight into it."
With your cheek stuffed full of his cock, you pulled away with a nasty pop and looked over your shoulder. "My God, please take a deep breath," you reminded, because Sukuna seemed to be absolutely lost between your drenched thighs.
With a single finger thrusting into your tight hole and an open mouth catching all the dripping sap. His teeth grazed your clit, before a warm tongue kissed the pain away. He slurped like a madman, whispering little obscenities straight into your pussy and kissing her with nasty squelches. Gluey cum stuck to his nose, lips and chin, connecting him with your parted folds.
"I can't, I don't have to, she needs me," he groaned, giving you another heavy lick. With tongue covering the entirety of your cunt and finger pushing through your pulsing walls. "So sweet, my Goddess, you're so fucking delicious."
Oh, there was truly no remedy for him!
And thus you went back to his pulsing, almost bursting shafts. Your puffy lips kissed two heads before sucking on one gently. Fingers squeezed his constricting balls, juggling them softly and giving them a shy lick.
Sukuna trembled under your body, so you did it again, and again, and again, kissing, licking and sucking on his balls, while rolling your hips against his tongue.
"My God, are you okay?" you slipped shyly, although a cheekiness shimmered in your haze.
Sukuna pulled away from your cunt, and took a deep breath. "Don't ask me stupid questions, my Goddess. My patience is already hanging by a thread, so unless you want me to fold in half and fuck that cunt raw, you better shut that pretty mouth of yours."
You giggled, biting gently down on his balls. "I'll take that as a ye–ah!" you moaned, when the second finger slipped into your tight cunt. "My G-God, that's too–"
Too much wanted to roll, but Sukuna soon added the third . "You're so tight, my Goddess. I'm afraid both of them won't fit in," he slurped, feeling the desperate squeezes of your walls and juices trickling down his fingers.
Both?
An unsettling, truly frightening thought has crossed your mind. He could tear you apart with one, and using two seemed to be a completely foolish idea!
When his pads pushed something, slightly swollen and plush, your whole body shuddered. Pleasure washed over your spine, dripping down to curled feet, and a sugary moan wrapped around his leaking cock.
"There it is," Sukuna growled, looking at your raw, soaked pussy trying to mould itself around his fingers. "My Queen, you're doing so well. Squeezing my fingers so tight, I can't wait to feel you wrapped around my cocks."
The weird warmth has been coiling in your belly since his lips landed on your clit. But now, with fingers pushing your walls and pads brushing against the plump spot, something warmer, wetter started to plash inside your pouch. Something dangerously pleasurable and ready to burst beneath Sukuna's tongue and his big, stomach mouth sucking sweetly on your tits.
"My G-God, I–" you moaned, when all of his three fingers bent against the sweet spot and lips slurped on your clit. "I'm going to, mhmm, allow me to cum on your cocks, p-please."
And a single teary look over your shoulder, with hair sticking to your wet cheeks and lips fallen open, was enough to make him lose his mind.
"Whatever you wish, my Queen," he said, quickly pulling you away from his mouth.
Your body turned again, and this time you found yourself back on top, with two massive cocks squirming beneath your drooling folds and his lower hands gripping your thighs.
"You want me to…?"
He nodded, gently pulling your hips up, to help his leaking heads kiss your fluttering hole. "Ride me, my Queen. I want to watch you take it up…" his fingers traced the softness of your belly, before pushing on a spot somewhere just beneath your button. "here. Both of them."
Your pussy was ready to burst any second, and you could already feel something else, other than your normal wetness, drip down his cocks. The fog in your mind grew thicker, sweat coolly lined your neck, as you pressed both hands against his chest and leaned on trembling, feeble arms.
Rough thumb from the upper arm slipped between your folds, rolling gently the puffy clit. "Slowly, my Queen, take a deep breath." You did just that, with eyes looking straight into his. Both heads started forcing their way through your tight walls, gathering the slippery juices on the way. "That's it, that's my good girl, deep breaths."
He talked you through it, with thumb rubbing the sweet button and lower hands slowly, slowly, pulling you down his shafts.
A sharp cry rolled past your lips when both heads slipped inside. Pushing into your contracting walls and ripping you open, till the metallic taste of blood pooled somewhere at the back of your throat.
The water plopping inside your belly was filling you full, together with Sukuna's cocks constantly trying to thrust inside. You could feel every vein, every detailed curve of his shafts lick your gummy insides, as he pushed, and pushed, and took in the maddening beauty of your face, utterly lost in pleasure.
Your pussy squelched around his monstrous cocks. Cried sweetly, with a clit slowly getting much harsher rubs, till the swollen button started to tremble.
"My God, w-wait, something's wrong," you cried, trying to pull yourself off.
But Sukuna's lower hands kept you in place, and his hips bucked up, trying to meet yours. "Everything's good, my Queen. Deep breaths, you're doing so well."
"No, you don't get it, I–"
The heat hit your cheeks, walls clamped down half-thrust, and the alarmingly plopping water, finally, finally, spilt.
You came.
Or maybe, gushed.
With his cocks barely inside, a hefty wave rolled through your spine, spraying Sukuna's hands, belly, and chest with your cum. Your body trembled in pleasure, and he used this short moment of distraction to thrust his cocks fully, till your hips finally met his.
It was brutal, mean, absolutely filthy, with his lower mouth drinking your squirt and crimson eyes glimmering with maddening yearning.
Something in his mind snapped when he noticed a big bulge right under your belly button, and within a second, your position changed once again.
And this time, you knew that it was over.
He folded you in half, till your ass peeled off the drenched bed, and pussy glistened under his fiery gaze. All four arms kept you tightly in place, with lower limbs spreading your soaked thighs and upper ones taking something from the bedside table.
Only then have you noticed a crimson, bursting pomegranate, licked by the candle's warm tongues and dripping down Sukuna's forearm. He ripped it in half with a single, gentle move, before drinking the seeds with eyes never leaving yours.
"Deep breath, my Goddess," he said again, before both of his cocks rammed into your needy, stretched hole and lips crushed against yours. "Swallow it," he muttered into your reddened teeth, pushing all the pomegranate seeds straight into your mouth. "My little slutty Queen. Coming on my cocks when I barely thrusted in."
The fruit tasted sweeter than honey itself and mixed with Sukuna's sweet spin. His tongue trailed against yours, before lips moved towards your cheeks, chin, jaw, leaving all over your face a sweet, bloody trace of the fruit.
The power that tied your body, heart and soul to the God who wished for nothing but to love you like a madman and worship every piece of your skin.
His thrusts became more erratic, brutal, with squelches filling the wet, foggy air and his heavy, massive body leaning on your folded legs. His hips met yours with each roll, and whenever he pulled away, a long, sticky strand stretched between his soaked shafts and your sensitive cunt.
"Open up, my Queen," he growled, digging his fingers into your jaw. "Show me how well you swallowed it all."
Your lips fell open, and a string of drool trickled down his fingers. Big thumb pushed on your reddened tongue, and you sucked it sweetly, with eyes crossing in pleasure.
The long, fat tongue of his lower mouth slid out and gave your clit a long, filthy lick, before its lips sucked on it raw. Irritating the sensitive button and slurping on the last droplets of your squirt. Sukuna groaned, feeling your walls clamping around his cocks and pushed harsher, as if trying to fight the merciless squeeze.
"Fuck, my Goddess, let me–ahh–let get to your womb," he groaned, giving you a single, brutal thrust. You cried around his thumb, but he simply shushed you sweetly. "Don't cry, it's alright. Ngh, squeezing me so fucking hard," he leaned over, licking off the salty droplets.
His hips moved with unbelievably violent motion, rocking your bed against the wall and drawing a loud cry from your throat. Two pulsing heads kissed your womb with squelches till it swelled like a juicy peach and bent under his heartless thrusts.
A familiar warmth once again started to pool in your belly. Your arms curled behind Sukuna's neck, pulling him into another, filthy kiss. "My God, I'm g-gonna… soon… mhmm so good, s-so–ahh!"
He chuckled against your lips, but couldn't ignore the lovely tenderness filling your teary eyes. His heart jumped, and lower hands folded you into an even meaner mating press. Till you could barely breathe under his massive body, squeezing you down.
"Say it," he whispered, letting his cocks rip you raw. "Say it again."
Two fat shafts slipped in and out, smooching every little corner of your tired, swollen cunt. The pleasure filled you from head to toe, overflowing your body in electrifying strokes.
You knew what he wanted to hear. But his thrusts made a mushy mess out of your mind and eyes rolled back each time his hand pushed the bulge forming under your belly. Not even pregnancy could get you that bloated.
When your head lulled to the side, his fingers dug into your cheeks again, forcing you to look into his eyes. "Say it, my Goddess," he said, licking the last red traces of pomegranate juice from the corner of your lips. "I beg you."
"I love you," slipped like a dream. "I–I, mhmm, I love you. My God, I–"
His lips joined yours in a yearning, maddened kiss. "Fuck, my sweet Goddess. I love you so much, so fucking–fuck."
The warmth in your belly spilt again, and watery cum flooded his abdomen. The belly mouth sucked itself onto your clit, drinking each and every bead of your sweet nectar.
A second later, his hips finally stilled. Pulsing heads nuzzled into your womb, filling it with heavy, gluey cum. He pumped you full, with maddened pleasure creasing his forehead and knees digging into the mattress. Everything, just to get as close to you as possible.
His hefty cum filled your belly before bursting outside and buttering your folds.
"My God, at this point, mhmm, you'll knock me up," a sweet, tired giggle slipped past your lips, feeling his seed overflowing your poor womb. "Although I truly wouldn't mind."
He sighed, nuzzling warmly into the crook of your neck. The plushiness of your skin still made his mind spin, and the flowery fragrance haunted him like a spirit. "My Goddess, don't play with fire."
Your fingers brushed through his hair, pulling a low hum from his massive chest. "I'm not afraid to get burned," you said with full seriousness.
But God didn't answer. Just cuddled closer to your body – plush breasts, soft neck, and hair tickling his nose. He reminded you of Cerberus whenever the beast tried to cuddle into your side.
And with the same love and fondness, you kissed his temple, whispering simple yet oh so important, I'm yours, forever.
Forever it truly was for you, as no other couple on Olympus would ever conquer the utter devotion and love of the Goddess of Spring and the Lord of the Underworld.
Such contrary characters and yet relishing themselves in the most maddening obsession the Olympus has ever seen.
Oh god, I'm tired but so, so happy. I think it's pretty good, but please let me know your thoughts in the comments <3 Pray forgive me for any mistakes, the wizard was proofreading it at 11 p.m.
