or0ch1maru

[or0ch1maru]

Hot To Go!

Synopsis. Getting hit by a séx technique? No problem! Of course, you’re there to help.

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, séx cursed technique (he’s affected), mating press, they’re REALLY needy, fúck or díe, oraI (fem receiving), jealousy (Nanami’s), bréeding, marathon séx, teary Gojo, creampíe, spítting, cúmplay, thígh ríding, fíngering, VERY pússydrunk boys, true form! Sukuna, dp, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 5.5k (woah)

A/N. I needed this outta my mind so bad y’all omg. Have a lovely day babygirls <3

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - Just sit on it, woman!

“Please…” Toji drawls, slow and syrupy around your puffy clit. “Who do you think you are, doll? Just sit.”

Now, the problem wasn’t that strange, low-level curse from Toji’s latest job. No, don’t make him laugh - he barely felt whatever that weak cursed technique was. The problem was the way he’d trudged back home, not even thinking of reaching for that door handle before it hits him. 

Suddenly too-sensitive nose getting a whiff of your shampoo - all the way from inside the bedroom. 

All the way to that dangerous, ugly little part of himself that says that if he doesn’t get a taste of you right now then neither of you are making out of this alive. 

And it’s all you can do to gasp, “T-Toji what happened?”

“You. You happened. N’ I don’t care if I hafta oh-” he cuts himself off, hot lips surging forwards - addicted - to place another slow, wet peck on the sweet sweet juices beading at your cunt. “-if I hafta fuckin’ suffocate, m’gonna die if you don’t just sit, goddammit.”

“Fuck!” you keen when two, calloused hands of Toji’s loop around your shaky thighs. Pulling, dragging you down to press your entire weight down onto his slutty mouth. “You’re being so…”

He barely even hears you - too caught up on the way your pretty cunt was drooling down his waiting tongue. 

Prominent Adam’s apple bobbing, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he tips his face up, up, up to let your heady juices slide down his throat. “What? Filthy? Needy? Like a bitch in heat?”

Each hissed out little word has you jolting on top of him - and Toji only tightening his bruising grip with a pained grunt to stop you from disconnecting with his ruthless lips.

“Ohhh fuck stay still, woman. S’the stuff of heaven. You’re so lucky you weren’t anywhere near me after that fight.” he spits at the feeling of you clenching around him, mouth moving a mile a minute even when he slips it past your swollen folds, dragging the muscles along all your hidden sweet spots. “So lucky. So sweet- so perfect thought I was gonna die without a lil’ taste-” 

A shiver runs down your spine - all the way down to where Toji was messily making out with your ravaged pussy. Stretching you out, milking himself on your sloppy entrance. Animalistically, even.

You squeal, “Think I’m gonna die.”

“Shit- and you think I care? Just want- ngh-” And that sinful little scar rubs up against your sensitive folds when Toji grins knowingly, so deep now that his nose was pressing against your pelvis, jaw grinding against you. Big arms orchestrating each mean, long drag of your sloppy pussy up and down his pretty face. Up and down up and down up and- “What did I say? This is all because of y-you, y’know?”

And Toji’s tone is so low, strangled - that the answer almost comes out as a whine. It makes you snap your glassy eyes down to look - to gape at how utterly wrecked he already was. 

Dark hair curtaining those pussydrunk, half-lidded eyes, your slick glossing prettily over his plump lips - all the way down to his cheeks, his sharp jawline. And only getting sloppier with each movement,

“Me?” you blink tearily - fuck, when did it get so good you started crying? And why was Toji much the same? Dark eyes wet and miles away. 

“Mhm.”

“S’your fault for being so- so-” As if the words were failing him, Toji’s only moves to suck harsher on your throbbing clit. Obscene little smacks of his lips following your barely-lucid ah! ah! ah! “-like this.”

Even through the haze of it all, you manage out a huff of laughter, “Like this?”

For this, you get a sharp smack! on the fat of your ass. Thick fingers soothing over the sting almost immediately so that you’re not bowing your body away from Toji’s persistent mouth, “S’it so bad if I wanna taste my sweet girl?.” He moans, sounding so genuinely pained, “But I need you- need to taste this fuuuck pretty cunt so bad. Gonna die if I don’t- if I-” 

“Hngh- yes- fuck fuck fuck, Toji-” your fingers threat their way into his soft hair. Tugging and pulling with each harsh lap at your cunt. Your body arching like a slut as if on command when he speeds up, “-feels too good. M’so close fuck-”

“Be messy, be loud- I don’t fucking care.” he hisses, brows furrowing in concentration. And whatever’s left of that practical little part of your hazy mind wonders whether it doesn’t hurt - whether his tongue wasn’t cramping up, mouth aching. “Jus- jus wan’ you to cum on m’tongue. You’ll let me taste you, right, doll? Want it want it want it so fuckin’ bad-”

You didn’t know who wanted you to cum more - you, or your dear boyfriend.

But when you do - you have you answer. 

“F-fuck, Toji.” your gummy walls clench around where he was bullying his tongue inside. “M’cumming- M’cumming m’cumming m’- ah!” 

“Give it t’me. Give it allll to me that’s it.” Because Toji’s lapping at each and every syrupy drop of your juices, moaning into your cunt as you ride him through your high. Addicted. The vibrations having your hips stuttering and unstable on top of him. 

He lets his thumb draw lazy, tight circles on your sensitive clit. Unstopping - even when you’re blinking back your spotty vision, tears crinkling at the corner of your eyes at the overstimulation. 

Even when you try to pull away from his ruthless mouth - little, messy strings of spit and slick snapping in the nonexistent distance. 

Even when he still darts his tongue out hastily to taste you sloppily, “One more - didn’t get enough of m’fill.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - Can’t- won’t wait!

Everyone knows that your husband Nanami was protective - rightfully so. Everyone knows that just a toe out of line could have the stoic man snapping - showing off exactly why he was the one that put that pretty lil’ ring on your finger. 

But never like this. 

Never so…crazed.

And it’d only taken one too many flirty comments from some new intern in the time it’d taken Nanami to rush over there from his latest jujutsu mission. Just for your husband to drag you away from the party, barely paying attention to anything else.

Though, when you caught a glimpse of his eyes you didn’t think he could - gaze strangely hazy, breath a bit shorter, skin flushed a delicate pink. 

“Can’t believe it.” he groans, pressing you up against the wall of the nearest empty room he could find. Fat cock just nudging past that feeble ring of resistance of yours. “Can’t fuckin’ believe it. Fuck-”

You’re jumping slightly with each little profanity spat into your open mouth, bleary eyes blinking up at your Nanami. Managing out, “Is everything hah- alright, Ken?”

“Can’t fucking believe it.”

There it was again. 

That low, accusing little mantra - this time panted out into the side of your racing pulse. Breaking ever-so-slightly at the end when Nanami’s bullying his swollen cock deeper past your plushy walls, the curve of his girth having you arch like such a slut against the wall. 

Nanami growls, “Can’t fucking believe-” he slides two hands under your weakening thighs easily, picking you up like some little ragdoll to be split apart on his cock. Murmuring against your mouth, “Can’t believe you won’t let me jus’ fuck you right then and there, my love.”

You don’t know what shocks you more - Nanami’s words or the way he’s immediately letting gravity do all the work, sliding your dripping cunt so easily down his cock. Inch by fucking inch. 

All up until your pelvis was flush against those neat tufts of blond at his base. God, you don’t think you’ve ever seen Nanami so impatient. 

“Thought I was gonna die without your sweet cunt.” He was barely even breathing. Eyes glassy - crazed. Voice so deep and ragged when he whispers into your ear. “Should’ve jus’ let me fuck you out there, right in the middle of the ball. Made a scene n’ showed them all please- we could go back-”

And it takes you a few seconds to realize that this is Nanami. Your Nanami.

Seriously, what the fuck happened on that mission?

“But- what?” you squeal, gummy walls swallowing him up so readily despite your confusion. “Who are you and what have you done with my husband?”

And this little comment makes Nanami physically stop, dark eyes glinting with something so dark - dangerous. Brows furrowing as he utters, “Nothing. Did you forget that I’m your husband, darling?” Having you scrambling to hang onto his broad shoulders as he walks over to splay you out so prettily on a nearby desk. “Or do I jus’ hafta remind you?”

It’s all it takes for Nanami to thrust up into your heavenly cunt. One hand holding you still on the cool desk, while the other just ravages your throbbing clit in time with his needy cock. 

“F-fuck, Ken— oh- yes yes yes-”

Fat tip pressing up against your g-spot like he had a point to prove, spearing you at each harsh, bullying thrust that has you pushed further and further up the desk. Over and over. 

The desk shifts ever-so-slightly with every smack of Nanami’s heavy balls against your ass. Creaking - but not loud enough over your obscene moans. 

“Stop-” he chokes out at the feeling of your pussy being inched away from him. You weren’t running from him that easily. Which is exactly the thought ringing through his mind when Nanami circles his large hands underneath your thighs, dragging you right across to meet his sculpted front. “Stop fuckin’ running away.” Nevermind the fact that you weren’t - voluntarily at least. “Please- need it so badly, s’like m’burning without ya. You’re gonna take my cock like a hah- g-good lil’ wife, okay?”

And Nanami knows maybe he should slow down - maybe ease you into it, first. But either it was that stupid fucking cursed technique talking or maybe the sight of some loser being all starry-eyed at you, he’s fucking you into the desk so mean. 

“Should’ve- would’ve.” he’s grunting, and you already know what he’s talking about. “Saw you in this pretty lil’ dress and fuck darling you don’t know how h-hard it was to ngh keep m’self in check.” Teeth nipping and leaving little bite marks down your neck, and shit if you were in any better state of mind you’d have had the rationality to be worried about them - about how people would talk if they saw those. “N’ I would’ve loved to. Don’ know how much I fuck- w-worship this pussy, my love. How much I was dreaming about it all day long.”

The creaking grows louder.

Your head is spinning right now, “All day long?”

“Mhm…” Nanami slurs, a loose little smile playing on his lips. “Always do. But today- fuck, today. Needed to feel you or I thought I was gonna ngh- die. Or worse.” 

“Or worse.”

Bang! 

In a split-second, you’re back bunched up in Nanami’s arms - his cock still buried deep within you. Moving. Merciless. Even though his eyes flicker downwards at the pile of wood that used to be a desk. “Lose you that promotion.”

♡ GETO SUGURU - Use?

“Use me.” 

“What?”

“Use me, goddammit.”

Geto sounded almost hysterical now - words ragged, a pitch higher than normal. Staring at you with that drunk, wide-eyed gaze while you perched right on his muscular thigh. Looking as bewildered as you felt at that moment when he lets out a humorless little laugh, “That curse- fuck I should’ve known before ingesting- shit.” 

Fingers frantic - almost tearing through the fabric of his boxers as he removes them feverishly. 

And his cock didn’t just look rock-hard no- it looked so so angry. So painful. Flushed a pretty red at his weepy tip, leaking down, down, down straight to where you’d unconsciously wrapped your hand around him.

“O-oh.” he gasps in relief when you’re dragging your fist up his cock. Head throwing back to show off that long, beautiful neck - dusted with a blush going all the way down. “Could cum from just this fuuuck.”

And this was nothing like the Geto Suguru you were used to - the sweet talker who’d have you falling apart with just a few words. The one that treated sex like a game - where you were always his pretty lil’ loser.

“Care to elaborate, Sugu?” you flash him a smug smirk - one that makes his swollen cock twitch traitorously in your hand. “Shit, you’re so needy right now you could cum untouched.”

“You little bitch.” he spits out, greedy gaze stuck on the way you were beginning to drag your sloppy cunt up and down his toned thigh. In a way that makes it impossible for Geto to tear his eyes away from the way you were intentionally catching your throbbing clit on each and every dip of muscle, spreading your puffy folds. “You know what I mean.”

You’re batting your lashes so deceivingly innocently, grinding your hips down harder. “I don’t.”

As if to prove your point, you squeeze around his aching dick even harder, pumping your fist all the way from his soaked base up to his sensitive slit. 

Immediately, he bucks his hips up wildly, precum smearing a glossy sheen all over your wrist. “F-fuck you.” he spits. “You little-” And oh you should’ve known that Geto was Geto despite whatever he’d been cursed with. That it’d only take him a split second to reach a hand over to smear the mess of sweet sweet juices you were trailing over his thigh. Bullying his dripping wet fingers between your lips, “You talk too fuckin’ much, gorgeous.”

Oh.

Oh, you were fucked.

“You really think I’d let you g-get away with hah that much?” Geto drawls against your ear, fingers dancing down to control your movements riding his thigh. “N’ after ngh- I was so nice.” He was pulling - dragging you at a mean little pace now. “Should’ve just shut up n’ taken it. Should’ve just used me when I asked.”

It’s like he’d forgotten all about his lust-drunk little state. 

You’re mewling, muffled around his thick fingers. Something that only makes his lips curl up into a syrupy, smug grin, “Who’s cumming untouched now? Got somethin’ to fuck- say?”

You do - and you’re thumbing teasingly under Geto’s neat slit, reveling in the way that makes his harsh little rant die in his throat. Moving your hand up and down to first his cock needily in hasty, long movements like you were trying to fuck something delicious out. 

“You little minx hah-” he’s pressing his fingers right at the back of your tongue, hot mouth kissing away the salty tears welling up behind your eyes. “S-so dirty.”

And it was dirty - your hands coated in Geto’s sheen of precum, his thigh glossy with your slick. But neither of you could bring yourselves to be disgusted - not one bit. 

Not when Geto was forcing down your hips harder, bouncing his knee to match your slutty little tempo. Faster. More desperate. Letting you concentrate on driving him fucking insane with your soft hands - palming and running only on the need to making him cum. To have him spill so hotly all over your hands. 

“Yeah, oh God that’s right- Use me use me use me-” Geto’s mouth slacks open, eyes heady and cracked only to eye the way you’re clenching and quivering around nothing. Your hips only stuttering - getting sloppier and sloppier with each weighty, hard slide down his thigh. He groans, “Fuck fuck fuck m’close-”

“M-me too-” you whine, voice breaking so pathetically at the end. “So much for coming untouched.”

Close - too close.

Close enough that you’re barely even noticing the way Geto’s stiffening up underneath you. Breath hitching in his throat before-

Slam!

“Wha-” Your back hits the plush mattress - so fast that you almost have half the mind to wonder whether this was some figment of your imagination. But, no, Geto’s hot tip nudging at your puffy folds was real. Dangerous. Waiting for just the right moment to rip you apart. His bated breath against your ear was real - very, very real. 

“You didn’t really think I’d let you off that easy, did you, gorgeous?”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - “S-sex?”

Oh, Choso sounded so fucked out just from uttering that.

And you feel the way your cunt clenches at that broken, almost-whiny little plea coming from your best friend’s mouth. Big, dark eyes blinking up at you dazedly in a way that makes you tighten your legs around his waist, pinned to the floor of- fuck, which curse site was this again?

“Mhm, Cho.” you hum, drinking in the shallow pants he lets out into your mouth when you slide his leaky, angry tip between your swollen folds. Barely teasing him between your slit, “S’the only way to get rid of this technique, right?”

Clothes are torn off, breaths coming out in pants. You don’t know if Choso registers your words - shit, you don’t know if he even hears you right now. 

Barely even breathing as he slides two shaky hands of his to rest up at your hips. Giving you a reassuring squeeze once. Twice. Before pulling you down in a split second. 

“Yes!” the word bursts out from his lips. Choso drags your body up, up, up his throbbing length like some ragdoll - until his pretty pink tip was just circling around your sloppy hole - only to bring you all the way back down again. Barely even halfway in yet, but the stretch - fuck, the stretch had you arching for more. “Yes yes yes yes yes fuck yes if you feel just like- like heaven-”

You never thought your sweet Choso would be so needy. Would buck his hips so ferally into your syrupy sweet cunt until you were second-guessing why it ever took so long to do something like this.

Until today’s fateful little mishap with another curse, that is - and oh, you’ve never been more grateful for that stray cursed technique. 

“Hngh-” you screw your eyes shut when the curve of his dick brushed against your sweet spots - unforgivingly. Spreading the fat of your ass in two big hands, trying to squeeze himself inside deeper. Again. And again and again and- “S-slow down, Cho–”

‘Slow down?” Choso breathes from below you - sounding so genuinely bewildered. Still thrusting up in stubborn, long grinds. “Y-you want me to slow down? After- after this?” He’s giving a mean thrust into your gummy pussy, eyes widening down at the heavenly view of your puffy lips sucking him up. Spread needily, bulging around his girth in a way he’d have felt sorry for if he was in any better state of mind. “Slow down- Yeah, gotta- gotta slow down.”

But he only fucks up into you harder. Stronger. Like it killed him to do anything but take you right now and right there on the floor. Messy - no rhythm or rhyme of his hips, just running on pure need and the feeling of you milking his poor cock.

And the idea of that - of your best friend being drunk on the feeling of you wrapped around his aching cock - has you a little more breathless than you’d like. Plushy walls clamping down tight. 

Almost immediately, Choso’s throwing his head back, gasping out a stuttering, “O-oh so ngh- that’s what it feels like. Always- always imagined if…” You don’t get to hear the rest of his sentence because two long fingers of his are latching on shyly to your sensitive clit, rolling softly. 

And if he were any less of a man, Choso would be cumming on the spot - fuck, he’d be passing out. 

“Fuuuuck tighter than I’d dreamt of.” he whimpers, cock twitching wildly inside your dripping cunt. Deft fingers find a lewd little rhythm to toy with your ravaged clit. “Have to slow down- have to- can’t.”

He was out of control now. Sloppy. Teary praises leaving those pretty pink lips with each bullying piston of his hips. 

“Ch-Choso!” you whine, dragging your hips down to meet his sloppy cadence.

Choso’s eyes flutter to the back of his head, grunting “Yes, yes that’s it, my baby. Say my name.” Using his inhuman strength to put pressure on your hips. “Take it- take it please. Wan’ see you full of m’cock.” All the way until the heady bedroom echoes with a loud smack! his fat head kissing your cervix, heavy balls imprinting against your ass. 

And then it’s like something snapped. 

Choso’s sanity - his restraint. Possibly you by the end of this. 

Because in all of two seconds, he’s flipping the two of you over. Your back pressed against the cool floor, legs thrown over his shoulders until your knees were folded all the way up into your tits, Choso groans into your ear at the all new angle. 

Not wasting a second longer before fucking you in this mean little mating press, abs rippling with each heavy, calculated movement. 

“Baby…” Choso drags his lips up your neck, sharp canines biting down on your earlobe. Gentle - the complete opposite of his rock-hard cock. “Think if I cum inside s’gonna solve the curse?”

Oh.

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - True kinda love

You thought you’d seen everything there is about the king of curses. Anything from those smug kisses he’d give you after taking care of “scum curses” for fun to the times he’d begrudgingly watch sappy movies with you - only to fuck away your tears at the end. 

You thought.

But oh you’d never seen him like this - yukata torn apart, no longer fitting how much bigger was, how much stronger his form was. His true form. 

Muscles just bulging on all four arms, eyes half-lidded, dark nails leaving neat little indents where he held your squirming hips sat prettily on two matching, painfully hard cocks. 

Well, “sat prettily” was an understatement - right now you felt so full you could’ve just died.

“Heh, better not die on me just yet because I feel like m’gonna kill fucking everyone..” Sukuna’s large pecs rumble with laughter- shit, had you said that out loud? “Everything.” Long tongue coming up to lick a hot trail up the big fat tears streaming down your cheeks. Whispering raggedly, “God- fuck! How’d you want it? Like I’m me or like hah- this?”

It’s all you can do to crane your head up deliriously, batting your teary lashes in a way that makes Sukuna twitch so wildly. 

His veins thump! thump! thumping into your gummy walls, fat heads nudging right at your bruised cervix - your lungs it felt like. Hips grinding up into yours when he’s shoving himself impossibly deeper, “Answer me.”

“Fuck!” you’re gasping, stupidly. Glassy gaze flitting down to the two angry cocks bullied inside your poor pussy. And still going. “N-no, your true ngh- form- fuck-” 

“Oh yeah?”

Your words are coming out a garbled mess, making such a sly, dangerous leer spread across Sukuna’s lips. Fucking up faster. Sloppier. 

Oh, the feeling had him lightheaded. Had him thankful he lost control of his powers to maintain that pathetic human image of his. Had him ramming past those rings of muscle again. And again. And again and again- oh he was fucked.

“Fuuuck, feel like m’burning. M’so lucky.” Sukuna slurs out, a free hand of his busying itself toying with your throbbing clit. Pulling, rolling in a way he knows will have you whining so prettily. “Sooo fuckin’ lucky I didn’t kill that fuckin’ trash curse.” Glossing his wrists with your sweet sweet juices, lips kissing at your heated ears. “Because now I get to see how much of a slut my girl is f’me, hm?”

The only answer he’s getting is a wet string of profanities that even Ryomen Sukuna himself is proud of. 

Because suddenly Sukuna’s crashing his achy tips against your g-spot, throwing his head back at how fucking sinful it felt to be rubbing up against himself. 

“Shit- yer only getting tighter.” he spits, strained. Sculpted thighs rippling underneath you where he was fucking up into you in jagged, methodical half-thrusts to mold your sweet cunt to him. “Ngh- fuuuck gonna be the death of me, pretty girl.”

“Please-” you’re clawing at the sheets, the headboard, Sukuna’s shoulders - anything and everything to keep your sanity. Begging for- what? Mercy? More? “Please please- m’so close. Kuna ngh-”

He cranes his head down to kiss at your slack lips, breaths feverish. “Damn. Open that m-mouth now, brat. Jus’ a bit- jus’ a bit more.” 

Your mouth is sagging open, tongue lolling out before you know it - positioned perfectly for the bigger man to purse his lips and spit. Once. Twice. 

And Sukuna knew he had perfect aim, he knew he could’ve made this easy for you - but, no, the steady stream of saliva is splattering against the side of your mouth. A large thumb of his coming up to swipe the mess across your wobbly lower lips. 

“My girl deserves to be treated like the slut she is, right?”

His true form has those inhumanly large fingers moving so unfairly fast on your clit, rolling and pinching in an obscene little blur. 

“Oh- oh my god-” you sob, ass stinging where his heavy balls were smacking you - sure to leave a few embarrassing marks. And fuck he’s not even all the way in yet. “Y-you’re so deep- so much. Close Hngh-”

Sukuna’s grinning, two hands helping just drag you down his sloppy length, until your sopping folds were kissing at his toned pelvis. Another dancing up to knead and grope your sloppy hole open wider, “Say it. Say who you’re acting like such a slut for.”

“It’s- fuck!”

“Say it properly, my cockdrunk girl. Say it if you wanna cum.”

“You!” your words fail you pathetically, and the only think you’re moaning next is Sukuna’s name - like a prayer. “S’you Kuna oh-”

And then you’re cumming - white-hot pleasure behind your eyes, and Sukuna’s name in your mouth. Arching into his body. His tongue slipping past your puffy lips to muffle his own moans because God this was the hardest he’d cum in his life and he wasn’t about to drown out any of your pretty moans with it. 

“Oh-” Sukuna shudders, fucking you over and over through your high. Two hands carrying your weight and- shit, when did he stand up? “Yeahh, milk me like that, just it mm knew you were so good f’me-”

You’re realizing with a jolt that he’d gotten up, using gravity to his advantage and sliding you up and down his swollen cocks like some glorified sextoy. So easily. So sinfully while he filled your poor overfilled over and over. 

Thick, hot globs of cum that drool down your messy cunt, so fucking much from both his throbbing cocks. Like he couldn’t - wouldn’t stop. 

Enough to form a pool at Sukuna’s feet. One he doesn’t even give a second glance before muttering, “Ya better hope you’re on the pill because the curse and I are far from over, brat.”

♡ GOJO SATORU - STRONGEST

You thought it would bate by his second orgasm. 

And when it didn’t, well, surely the third time was the charm…

Or, well on the slight chance that that didn’t work - the fourth would be the last, right? Right?

“Sweetheart…” Gojo mutters, teary, red-rimmed eyes peering so unfairly into your hazy ones. Folding your trembling, limp legs back into such a tight mating press. “Jus’ one more time. Please? I promise this fifth time’s gonna be the last.” 

Wrong. And here you were, folded up in half underneath the great Gojo Satoru - the strongest, the same sorcerer that can take down a special grade and let himself be hit by its cursed technique (“out of curiosity!”) in the same breath. 

“A-another?” you mutter, but it comes out much more breathless than you intended. Thighs tightening involuntarily where they were thrown over Gojo’s broad shoulders. “Toru, are you sure-”

Your dear boyfriend’s only giving you a slow, lazy nod. A dopey smile spreading over his face when he spots the trail of gooey white dribbling down your poor, overfilled pussy, gushing out of you with each languid thrust. Oh- shit, when had he started moving again? You bet even he didn’t know that answer.

And before you can react, Gojo’s taking the time to pool the sinful mess on two of his fingers - promptly bullying them back into your already stuffed cunt.

Fuck, you’re not making it out of this alive.

“Shit, taking me so e-easily, huh?” Gojo’s raw, pink lips fall open when your sloppy hole stretches just enough to accommodate his long fingers. “Y-yeah tha’s it. Take it like m’good girl.” Tears of sensitivity pricking behind his eyes when you clench around him so fucking tight, your plushy walls just milking his ravaged cock. “F-fuck s’too sensitive. Too much!”

And despite his own little whines at the back of his throat, Gojo makes no move to stop. 

Did he say he’d stop? Ah, his fried brain couldn’t remember anymore.

None at all, instead, he’s raising his glossy finger pads right up to his mouth. Blue eyes falling shut when he presses them inside momentarily, sucking, savoring the taste of you and him and you-

“You’re t-too much, Toru.” you squeal in embarrassment. 

And that’s all it takes the strongest to let out a barely-lucid hum of agreement - pulling out his fingers with a lewd pop! 

“I know, sweetheart, I know.” he leans down to hum, breath hot against your face. “But what can I- ngh- do-” Each word was punctuated by a harsh, sloppy smack of his hips against your own. Not even bothering pulling all the way out - Gojo doesn’t have to, because he’s nudging all your sweet spots so expertly anyway. Grunting out over those absolutely lewd squelches, “I just want- need you so bad. S’like m’burning from the inside hah- o-out if I don’t ngh fuck this pretty pussy.” He’s babbling deliriously, bent so far down now that your forehead is pressed up against his, thighs burning at the stretch. “-need it so bad. Need it - my one weakness, sweetheart. S’gonna kill me- gonna be the death of me oh-”

“Please!” you think you could almost feel Gojo’s cum sloshing around your walls right now. Fucking you into the mattress so hard - so deep - that you wonder by what miracle the neither of you haven’t broken anything yet. 

It wasn’t a miracle - it was his reverse cursed technique, which the both of you discover only much, much later. 

But for now you’re only clinging desperately to Gojo’s muscled shoulders, bones popping in protest. Fucked-out whimpers spiling from his pretty mouth each time he was slamming his poor, overused cock inside you. Teary eyes screwing shut because shit it hurt so good. Too good. 

“F-Fuck!” you’re gasping when he dances his fingers straight down to draw hasty, feverish little circles on your poor clit. Fingers clawing at his persistent wrist, “Oh my god-”

Gojo hums into your mouth, “J-just ‘Toru’ is fine.”

You let his cocky little comment slide - if only because your boyfriend was smashing into your g-spot repeatedly now. Over and over.

Voice about an octave higher when he’s groaning, “Y-yeah, that good? Ngh- ah!” His hips were stuttering forwards - messy, so so needy like he was drunk on those cute lil’ whines tearing from you with each drag of his cock. “Yeah fuck fuck f-fuck yer killin’ me - pussy too good, feels like m’gonna die.”

God, he really did feel like he could die. Fuck. 

“M-me too ngh, Toru.” you wrench your eyes open when something so wet splashes onto your cheeks. Boring into Gojo’s glassy, pussydrunk eyes. Crying now. “M’so close-”

“O-oh yeah?”

And then he’s speeding up - if that was even possible. Flushed skin smacking against yours harder. Just a bit more calculated. Like he couldn’t stop. Uncontrollable. 

Enough for Gojo to blink away the slight haze in his eyes and actually look at you. Look at the way your lips wobble with each glide of his fat tip against your sensitive spots, the way you milk him harder when he’s smearing his mess of cum all over your clit. At those delirious little heart-eyes you give him when he only lets his jaw sag open, such fucking embarrassing whimpers of your name being drawn all the way from his overworked cock. 

“Cum f’me, sweetheart.” he manages to grit out. “Cum f’me cum f’me, please. Please.”

And how could you not when the strongest asks you so prettily?

You don’t know who cums first - just that your own orgasm is a wave of tingles that shoot all the way from your toes right into your stupidly fucked-out brain. Again and again and Gojo-

Oh, Gojo can’t do anything but bury his head into the crook of your neck. Sharp teeth biting down hard at the point of your pulse as he cums over and over and over. Shooting thick, hot spurts of seed right into your silky cunt. A sinful little white that drools out of your sloppy slit - too much. 

“Sweetheart…” Oh, you knew that tone - too well. “Y’know how I h-have the ah- six eyes n’ this was only our fifth round and six is really a nice num-”

“M’gonna kill you, Toru.”

“S’that dirty talk for our sixth round?”

A/N. TEARY GOJO TEARY GOJO TEARY GOJO

Plagiarism not authorized.

[or0ch1maru]

Daily life stuff

Gai: Morning, my love [kks hums] Gai: GO TO BED!! Kks: Taste. Matcha Mousse Gai: Tenzou's coming over today!! Kks: Nice Both: OOOOOO!!!

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★ thinking about nanami who, contrary to popular belief, is completely oblivious to just how big his dick is.

because this is a man who rarely ever watches porn due to him finding the performances highly overdramatized, so he hasn’t really had the chance to compare his size to other men. and while he’s by no means a virgin, he’s always assumed that the women who have told him he’s ‘big’ were just aiming to flatter him — his mother raised him to be humble, after all.

but it’s not until he gets you (the sweet girl he’s been seeing for the past few months) into his bed that it dawns on him that he might be a little… larger than average, to say the least.

“k-kento— ‘s not gonna fit,” you whine pitifully beneath him, fat tears beading along your lower lashes as you squirm against the mattress. “‘m sorry but... i-i don’t think i can take it all.”

and nanami can do nothing but gape at how giant his cock suddenly seems in comparison to your little fluttering hole, his angry reddened tip trying (and failing) to slowly push past the first ring of resistance inside your spongy walls.

“o-oh, sweetheart,” he rasps out, adam’s apple bobbing harshly as he swallows down the thick lump that seems to have arisen in his throat. “i’m sure we can make it fit, no? just… just try ‘n relax a little more for me.”

“i’ve been trying to relax this whole time,” you hiccup, trembling hands pawing at his bulky arms positioned either side of your head as he peers down at you sympathetically. “you’re just too b-big, ken.”

he exhales deeply, leaning down to press a tender kiss to the corner of your mouth as a form of apology for what he’s about to do— before swiftly using all of the strength in his lower body to thrust every inch of him inside in one go.

and you’re squealing, nails no doubt leaving crescent-shaped indents in the skin of his muscular biceps as you thrash against the sheets, desperately trying to adjust to the feeling of being so completely and utterly full, your poor cunt practically being split in two to accommodate the sheer size of him.

“christ— ah, there we go,” he grunts, sweaty strands of blonde hair falling over his forehead as he forces himself to stay completely still above you, allowing you ample time to get as comfortable as possible. “see, darling? i told you we’d make it fit.”

but nanami can’t bear the idea of you struggling this much every time the two of you are intimate, so he comes to the conclusion that he’ll just have to make sure that by the end of the night, your insides are moulded to the exact shape of his cock.

that way it won’t be such a difficult fit next time, right?

[or0ch1maru]

gift for @spoop-geist as part of the @akatsuki-gift-exchange (hosted by @foriamproud )!

prompt: Sasori and Deidara ability swap.

[or0ch1maru]

“do you think we're soulmates in every universe?” 

you ask, snuggling up to sukuna, on your king sized bed — you had been served dinner and sukuna bas gone through his reports and duties as king, and now it was his sacred time with you.

“we aren't in this one.” he scoffs, wrapping his arm around you.

you pout at him, mildly offended but you expected nothing less from the ‘heartless’ king of curses, “what makes you say so?”

“i don't believes in such foolish nonesense.” he says simply, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

“it's not foolish nonesense.” you argue, tracing lines on his chest absentmindedly, admiring his sculpted form.

“and what makes you say that?” he asks, mocking your earlier question.

you smile at him, “i mean, do you not feel a connection between us? a binding of souls? i know you love me and i’m sure you know that we are meant to be in every universe.”

“don't put words in my mouth, woman.” he huffs, caressing your shoulder.

you laugh — you know that while he might have not said it before, he most definitely thinks and feels it.

and it's true, sukuna had first fallen for you for your otherworldly beauty, and had chosen you for marriage, and that was that for a while until he started falling for you.

you, your laugh, the way your eyes sparkle when you talk about something that you love, the way you always showered him with loving words and affection that was always so foreign to him.

but he slowly started getting used to it, even reciprocating it in his own way.

“whatever you say, ryo.” you finally say, smiling sheepishly at him before blowing out the candle and rolling on your side, “goodnight.”

“hm.” he huffs, wrapping all four arms around you before slowly drifting into sleep, his mind swarmed with thoughts about how your souls could possibly be tied.

foolish thoughts, for him maybe, but maybe it was also true

because, sometime, centuries later, in the middle of tokyo in a small business coffeeshop, sukuna meets you — the all time business ceo, falls for the loving and bubbly batista who always left him notes on his morning coffee.

and he falls for you all over again.

[or0ch1maru]

Boxer Sukuna who, despite his hard and heavy appearance, is an absolute lovesick bug once you start dating him.

Boxer Sukuna who makes you kiss his knuckles before a match. Makes sure the stain from your lipstick/balm and grease is there on his knuckles before he puts his gloves on. (Nobody knows why he kisses his gloved knuckles in the middle of a match)

Boxer Sukuna who appears to be a relentless bully to you in public, biting your shoulder, pinching your sides, flicking your forehead, sinking his fangs into your cheeks, but is gentle when his mouth is on yours, gentle with his arm around your waist, gentle with his hold on your shoulder as he helps you navigate through a crowd.

Boxer Sukuna who is pliant in your arms. Who comes home after a tiring day and sinks into you, eyes heavy and shoulders sagging, and lets you run your fingers through his hair, massage his shoulders, and mumbles a heavy, “talk.” into the skin of your neck as he quietly lays on you, occasionally he chimes in with a , “what a pathetic bastard,” or “remind me to break his fucking nose,” when he listens to you rant about one of your lab partners.

Boxer Sukuna who finds himself reaching out for your favourites at the grocery store, at the deli, anywhere really.

Boxer Sukuna who knows your schedule by heart so he promptly slips in a sandwich or a wrap in your bag on days where you’re too busy.

“Eat.” He texts you the second the clock strikes one.

“Forgot to pack lunch.” You answer and he can picture your sheepish grin.

“Third pocket in your bag. Eat.” He answers.

Boxer Sukuna who doesn’t admit it, but is so stupidly in love with you.

A/N: Not sure if i should add this to the series.

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Satoru who does not give a single FUCK that you haven’t shaved. You both were getting freaky, all over each other with heavy breaths, until you feel his hand go down to your pants.

“No,” you pant out breathlessly, “let me just do you.”

Satoru isn’t displeased to hear those words—he never is and never will be—but he still grunts in confusion. “What?” He asked blankly, as if you’d told him you killed his cat.

“I haven’t shaved,” you groan in explanation, getting restless now, “so let me just suck—“

You don’t even finish your sentence before he’s flipping you over like a toy beneath him, his eyes full of hunger. His hands go to the hem of your pants again, wasting no time to pull them off, along with your underwear.

Your throbbing heat lies beneath him as you try to cover your face, way too embarrassed and flushed with heat to look at him. But Satoru doesn’t care. He leans down and dives in with no hesitation.

“Do you think I care?” I mumbles against your sex, raising his hand to land a firm smack on your wiggling hips. “You think I fucking care if this beautiful cunt has a little hair?”

You can only mewl and squirm under his tight grip, his tongue darting out to tease you every other word. “S-Satoru!” You can’t help but squeal, the words you want to use stuck in your throat as jolts of pleasure rack your body.

“What love?” He grins, the vibration of his laugh against your skin. “M’ just trynna enjoy my meal…”

Idk how I feel abt this one, but I hope you guys enjoy. I woke up just a few minutes ago to post this, may or may not have had a dream abt this🥲

[or0ch1maru]

satoru loved birthday sex; you got so nasty for him, pulling out tricks he hadn't seen in months. you had his legs shaking and his stomach caving in from the pleasure; he wanted all of that, and he got it every time, counting down the minutes till his birthday. 

he was a shameless bastard, but he couldn't help but wait until you put it down on him the way he wanted, and this year you didn't disappoint. 

once the clock hit 12, you were on go. your hands around his neck as you bounced up and down on his dick, your pussy clinging around him and his hips pushing up so he could get more, his mind already drifting off in a daze. 

now, you didn't just do it once; it was whenever y'all had a bit of free time in between plans, and the sex only got more intense. 

coming home from taking satoru to the movies and pushing him on the couch and getting on your knees between his legs, your wet and ready mouth already around his dick and your tongue traveling all around his shaft. 

a satisfied grin on his face as your hand gripped the bottom and your tongue worked the top, your soft tongue running over his tip, shivers sliding down his spine, finishing in your mouth not even three minutes in. 

he made sure to prepare himself on his birthday, so you could milk him good just the way he wanted. preparing his body and keeping his balls full, and you milked every bit out of him to the point he was shooting blanks by the end of the night. 

he was so into it he didn't know how many times he came; all he knew was by the time you were done with him, his consciousness had already ascended into the abyss, yet he still found himself begging you for more.

"please, baby. i can keep going; come on, fuck me, baby." his eyes closed as his hand gripped your arm. rolling your eyes playfully as you put your hands on his chest and bounced, the sounds of wetness and his groans filling your ears.

satoru knew this was an odd thing he wanted for his birthday, but to him it was attentive; you did all the work for him, he was the pillow princess for the day, and he soaked all that shit in. 

he didn't want it to stop until he was sinking into the mattress, and you took it as a challenge, succeeding every year. satoru taught you well, and you knew every spot on his body that drove him crazy. 

every second his body was overwhelmed by the constant overstimulation, but he just couldn't help but take it when your tongue was in spots he didn't even know could be erotic.

this was another beautiful birthday for him thanks to you, putting him to sleep successfully.

[or0ch1maru]

he came knocking and said he still pays rent in my head!!

[or0ch1maru]

[or0ch1maru]

HIDAN DIRTY TALK DURING SEX ?? — 🍷

sigghhhhh, stupid sexy hidan. praying on his downfall. tw, spit kink, dog/owner kink (?) , bunch of other nasty shit :/

"Hahhhh, fuuuuckkk. Stupid slut's g'nna make me cum!"

"Silly bitch, huh? Such a silly little cunt!"

"Awwhhh, don't cry. G'nna make me cum inside, babyyy.."

"Hah--hhh. Holy shiiiitt.."

"Suck that fucking cock baby.."

"You're MY cockwhore right? My stupid little slut, yeah? Yeah."

"Say ahhhh ! Wanna cum on those pretty teeth."

"Sliiiiiiiideeee it innn,,, jus' like that... ooouuhh, fuck."

"S'fuckin' tight... cunt's suckin' me in like she love me!!"

"Open up so I can spit in your fucking mouth."

"Slap those pretty fuckin' tits f'me."

"Oh yeah, oh yeah.. squirt all over me, ya dirty slut."

"I see you creamin' all over my cock..Greedy cunt, aintcha?—"

"Bark for me, stupid bitch—"

"Such a fucking mutt!! Ohhh shit."

"Want me to breed ya?? Yeah?? Knew you were dumb."

"You're my fucking dog!— Bark!"

"I want you to drink my cum outta bowl... so hot.."

"G'nna fill up this greedy cunt with my cum!"

[or0ch1maru]

quick lil obirin snowmen doodle ☃️💞

[or0ch1maru]

“You shouldn’t even put your contacts in without washing your hands, much less gouge out your eyeball.”

Art by @sikuzxxx, translated by me and posted with permission

Naruto Week 2017 Day 6: Last Words (somewhat cheekily)

[or0ch1maru]

could i request crocodile rubbing pussies with an afab reader or him fucking with his tdick? i hardly see content like this as a t4t fem nonbinary so i feel isolated 😣

Man Enough

Sir Crocodile x Fem!Reader

Contents: vaginal sex, tribbing, spitting

You'd really done it now.

Being a brat either got you nowhere with Croc or it got you crying and screaming. You needed an attitude adjustment, and Croc was ready to hand it to you.

After what seemed like an eternity of edged and denied over and over again, he made you strip naked and lay on the bed. You excitedly do as he says, and he smirks like the devil at your naivety. He slowly removes his own clothes, enjoying how you drool over him as he does.

He roughly shoves your knees to your chest, positioning himself to squat over you.

Croc's cock is huge by transman standards, and your pussy throbs when he lowers himself down. His hot, hairy cunt pressed against yours.

He spits between the two of you, directly onto your drooling pussy, the sound making you ache.

You try and wriggle your hips for more friction, but he has you firmly in place.

Croc does eventually start humping against you, his cock twitches and your pussies make obscene wet sounds together. It bumps against your clit and your body stutters every time.

You're moaning and crying out, the stimulation on your clit is making you dizzy.

A shocked gasp leaves your throat when one of his fingers pushes inside you, then you realized that both his hands are hooked under your knees.

His cock is what's pulsing inside you, rubbing your gummy walls and making you cream around him.

You must have made a face, because Croc lightly chuckles

"Better than any man you've ever been with, huh baby girl?" he thrusts harder and sucks air in through his teeth as you clench around him.

Your body feels hot all over and you nod as he fucks you stupid. He's got the most perfect cock for teasing and he knows it.

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corrupted priest!crocodile who takes an interest in you the moment you walk through the cathedral doors, a saintly vision of purity that has his cock twitching in interest already.

the innocent, doe look in your eye was almost too good to be true. he’s never met someone so shy, so willing for guidance.

it was almost too easy to get you to kneel before him. after a few sessions in the confessional booth, he summons you to his office in hopes of helping you with addressing the urges you had been telling him about.

how you cling to sheets at night, writhing in pain as you yearn for pleasure — the pleasure of a man who isn’t your god. the one that would be close enough though, who will guide you in his name.

at least that’s how crocodile spins in, his deep, authoritative voice telling you that it’s okay to engage in these acts with him because he’s a disciple of god and of course that makes him trustworthy.

it’s how you find yourself on your knees, mouth full of his cock as he repeats bible verses to you, slowly pushing your head down further after he finishes each one.

even though your drooling all over him, gagging with each inch he shoves down your throat, it’s all in the name of god — you must repent for those vile thoughts you confessed to him only moments ago.

and when he cums, your mouth hanging open for him, tongue lolling out as your whispered prayers roll off of it, he baptizes you in a flood of his cum, washing over so you can begin again. as his.

amen.

[or0ch1maru]

Sir Crocodile - NSFW Alphabet

This motherfucker has just beenn lurking in the back of my brain with that knowing smirk and I wanna kiss punch him.

Anyway, I still head canon him as an asshole and not a good person, so problematic relationship dynamics ahead. It's nothing too dark or over-the-top (I think?) but you have been warned.

Minors DNI, 18+

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He knows he plays hard so he also does a lot of aftercare. This is probably when he's at his most affectionate, rubbing his hands all over your sore muscles, kissing your various bites and bruises, telling you how pretty and good you are. He'll have your favorite foods brought up, run you a bath, say the word and it's yours.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Technically not a body part, but he likes his voice because he knows the sound of it telling you dirty things makes you melt (and very compliant).

His favorite parts of you are your lips (they look so good wrapped around his cock) and the back of your neck and shoulders, perfect for biting.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He loves watching his cum dribble out of you. It's a like a sign of ownership to him.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He has a stash of lingerie catalogs in his desk with all the ones he wants to see you in circled.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

While Crocodile has slept with a lot of people, the number of people he's slept with on a regular basis is much lower. There haven't been many people whose bodies he's taken the time to get to know.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

On his lap, back to his chest and ideally in front of a mirror. He likes to watch your face as you watch yourself take his big cock.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

If he grins or chuckles during sex you are about to be in trouble in the best of ways.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He's got some thick hair down below, but he keeps it well maintained.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Crocodile enjoys a lot of eye contact, or at least being able to see your face. He likes watching you come undone under his touch, turning into a whining, begging mess that will do anything he asks so long as he doesn't stop.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He's oddly reserved when it comes to taking care of his own needs. 1. He doesn't like being told what to do, even by his own body. 2. Since youre usually the cause of it, shouldn't it be your job to take care of it?

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Crocodile has a long list of kinky things he will do with a partner, but they all come back to one thing -- control. Nothing turns him on more than being the source of your pleasure, deciding how you get it, when and where.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

His office desk, Buggy's desk, the card tables at the casino -- he's got a thing for surfaces he can bend you over or throw you on.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Do not wear heels around this man if you want to get anything done. Or maybe that's the reason you do wear them.

He's also the possessive type, so he enjoys taking you out and showing you off, watching the wandering eyes of other men slide over your form, only to take you home and fuck your brains out. Because you're his.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Not into messier kinks like food, wax, blood, piss, etc. Also won't do role play.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He's a sucker for a good blowjob (ba dum tss). Seeing you on your knees, drool and tears running down your face as you struggle to take his sizable cock is a huge turn on for him. He loves making you a mess.

He does not give as much as he receives. But when he does go down on you his work is thorough and intense, leaving you weak in the knees. He knows you love it though and saves it as a special treat.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He prefers a lot of slow build up, torturing and teasing you until you are begging him to fuck you and then he pounds you senseless.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He is a fan of the old office quickie, especially if he can send you out to do errands right after, with your face still flushed and hair askew. He will also take an under the desk blow job.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Croc enjoys the thrill that you might be caught doing something dirty. No one will question him, of course, but seeing the embarrassed flush of your face as you beg him to stop or try and stifle your moans only riles him up further.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can make a session last for hours, but it's more about pacing himself than stamina. He knows his limits and how to make the most of them. Partially because he's really greedy and wants as much of you as he can get.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He came across some of your toys one day but never mentioned it. Instead, he whipped them out the next time you had sex where he had conveniently convinced you it might be fun to tie you up a bit. He then proceeded to edge you for the next hour until you were screaming for him to fuck you. He'd meant it as a punishment, but then decided maybe toys weren't such a bad thing after all.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

This man is a villain who loves control and knows how to play the long game. He's a master at teasing. He'll whisper something filthy in your ear before he heads to work, knowing it will fester in your brain all day and that when he comes home you'll do anything to make those wicked words a reality.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

While Croc isn't loud, he does make a lot of noise. Singing filthy praise in your ear while you come undone at his hand (or hook) is one of his favorite past times. He does let out the occasional groan, especially if you're giving him head after a stressful day at work. When he does cum, he usually grunts or hisses. Part of him is embarrassed by how much you have an effect on him. It's much too close to a weakness for his liking.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Bath or shower sex is when he'll show you his softer side. He's technically vulnerable in this state, so it's large show of trust for someone like him.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

The man has girth. He's got decent length too, but the thickness is intimidating to say the least. But he always warms you up first, thankfully.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It goes up and down (Croc is in his 40s after all). He has times where he zeroes in on his work and puts in 12+ hour days and then other times he's so ravenous you're lucky if you set one foot out of your bedroom over the next few days.

However, he is responsive to your needs and is always happy to drop things in order to take care of you (though he may be a bit of a bully about it, but you like it.)

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He can fall asleep pretty quickly, but he's also a light sleeper. It's not uncommon for him to wake up if you shift or make noise in your sleep. He'll then watch you for a bit, contemplating how you are, paradoxically, the best and worst thing that has ever happened to him.

[or0ch1maru]

DP December 🐊🎪

Listen, let's see if I can crank out a few of these so I can justify calling this "Double Penetration December."

Ideally, I'll be able to post all 4 ideas I have. Well, 3 more after this one!

WC: ~1k

Warnings: NSFW, Sir Crocodile x afab!Reader x Buggy, tbh it's primarily Sir Crocodile x afab!Reader (you'll see), double penetration - vaginal and anal sex, Buggy objectification lol, "little one" as a nickname for Reader, misuse of devil fruit powers - ty chop chop fruit, creampie, vaginal fingering, profanity

Crocodile groaned, his hunger and need rumbling deep within his chest. Your body struggled to accommodate his girth. With half breaths collecting in your throat, you closed your eyes and urged your body to just relax. 

Normally, it wouldn’t be this much of a struggle. Your thighs were wet and there was no doubt that the paperwork you were sitting on was ruined. And yet, Sir Crocodile’s blunt tip was making slow progress stretching you out.

“Harder,” you croaked, “please, just push.”

Your plea was met with a chuckle. “I don’t want to break you.”

“Liar,” you hissed, frustration and desperation falling from your tongue.

Opening your eyes, you looked up at the large man between your legs. Despite the sweat starting to bead on his forehead and his shirt and vest fully unbuttoned, he looked much more composed than you. Then again, there you were on his desk and soaking his papers. WIth legs spread wide and panties dangling from your ankle like a flag of surrender, you were practically begging for him to sink to your level.

Another laugh. Rich and deep, like his favorite cigars. “You’re right.” Crocodile rocked his hips slowly, not going any further than he already reached. “Tell me, little one, how does it feel?”

“Full, but I need you. Please!”

“How does he feel?” he asked next. “I can already feel that thing twitching in you. Has it been like this the whole time?” Crocodile’s bared his teeth in a knowing grin.

You shook your head. “N-no, only when-”

“When I started fucking you?”

You nodded. 

“He’s pathetic,” Crocodile drawled, irritation momentarily overriding lust. With one large, rough hand under your knee, he pushed your leg back more and leaned into your body.

His cock head finally slipped into your cunt deeper, bursting its way forwards and claiming what little space your body had left to offer. The intrusion pushed against the object that was embedded in your ass and had blocked the other man from entering smoothly. One that was still twitching and leaking precum.

Elsewhere, Buggy the Clown was probably doubled over and groaning, his stomach full of knots and regret at getting himself in this position. How was he supposed to know that bananawanis shouldn’t be fed table scraps? And to lose dick privileges over that… 

Buggy was in agony. His favorite appendage had been assigned to suffer in your delicious heat with no friction to bring either of you pleasure. And now, it felt like he was being squeezed. Flattened. Choked. Crushed in a vice.

Crocodile was hung like those damn reptiles he obsesses over. Buggy groaned again, glad to be in his room. No amount of pillow-humping had helped yet, but maybe it would if he imagined what your sweet body was going through.

You were full.

So fucking full. With each thrust, Crocodile’s thick cock reclaimed it’s rightful space. A thin wall kept it from touching the clown’s dick, letting them feel each other while you were lost to the sensations. Everything blurred. Each touch, each movement, everything you felt - you couldn’t separate yourself from the bliss of having two holes filled.

Buggy’s attendance was just to be a stationary accessory, but you felt it throb and twitch. And so did Crocodile. Your eyes would flutter and Crocodile grunted with each thrashing movement from the organic toy.

“Fuck, he’s always doing too much,” Crocodile huffed under his breath. 

An immense pressure was building. You weren’t sure how much was from your body clenching down on the two men, or how much was from their own eagerness. A small part of you wondered if you’d be the one to break Crocodile instead. If your hungry cunt could overpower the former warlord.

The thought was pounded away. As tight as you felt, he continued to move in and out effortlessly. Crocodile pulled back until the flared tip threatened to pop out, and slid in until his pelvis met yours. His trimmed curls were wet, slicked down from your arousal.

Finally, it felt like Crocodile was a degenerate like you. Strands of hair fell forwards, dangling and dancing. A drop of sweat fell from a piece that was too waterlogged to hold anymore. He flicked his head, trying to swing the renegade strands back into place. It was a small, effortless action, and it was enough to do you in.

Well, it did Buggy in first. 

Whatever reaction your body had to that handsome view had triggered the clown’s cannon. The pressure you felt had exploded, and now it was undoubtedly pulsing cum deep inside you.

Sir Crocodile’s eyes flashed. “Did he- That fuck,” he rumbled before biting his lip and stopping any other words. 

The pace increased. His cock bullying itself against Buggy’s, punishing it into oversensitivity and bringing you to the edge. You held a silent scream in your mouth as you fell over the precipice. Your body wasn’t yours. Your mind wasn’t yours. Any thoughts were fleeting, except for appreciation of the bliss that you were graciously filled with until you overflowed.

Crocodile’s high came in the midst of yours. He strained to keep going, not yet ready to be done and regretting each shot he deposited in your cunt.

That is, until he pulled out. You shivered, first at the emptiness he left, then at the cum that dribbled out. Crocodile hummed, pleased with the sight.

A thick finger scooped up the escaping liquid and pushed it back in. You were so warm and wet, the plush walls hugging his finger, as though he didn’t just ravage and abuse them. Pumping his finger in and out, Crocodile pushed along the half-hard cock on the other side of the thin wall. That ridiculous fool was probably crying somewhere.

“Mmh…”

Your soft sound brought Crocodile’s attention back to this room. Back to you. He leaned forwards and pressed his lips against your forehead. The smell of smoke and musk enveloped you. 

“Good job, little one,” he said against your damp skin. 

Crocodile pressed his thumb against your clit. He buried his nose in your hair and breathed in deeply while drawing out another climax from your body. Your moans, the salt on your skin, the feel of his cum mixing with your own, the smell of your lust and exhaustion - all of it was for him and him alone.

You whimpered and Crocodile had second thoughts. He growled, feeling the hold your body had on his finger increase. Actually, the pressure was coming from something else.

“That fucking clown…”