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synopsis: oh no! what is a cursed spirit supposed to do when he gains interest in a mortal girl? probably not make sex dolls of her, kidnap her, then fuck her until she breaks. but no one told him that!
đŠčââ mahito x fem! reader
đŠčââ wc: 4.5k
đŠčââ warnings: noncon, dubcon, kidnapping, sex doll, cruel and unusual punishment, mindbreak, fear play, blood, biting, marking, minimal prep, cervix bruising, dehumanization (?), creampie, mahito is gross, referring to the sex doll as if it was a real person
đŠčââ notes: the fic ive been writing on and off for a month⊠she is my baby⊠i have birthed her. please please please read the warnings and enjoy <33 kms if this doesnât show up in tags
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Creak.
Footsteps. Footsteps right in front of you. Right in front of your safe haven.
Please donât stop. Please donât stop. Please keep walking. Please. If thereâs any god out there please make him keep walking.
Bang.
His fist hits the desk right above your head. Fuck. Fuck. Shit. Why the fuck did you even hide? It was dumb. So dumb. You canât get away. Maybe if you ran, kept running forever you could get away. But you can't. Not anymore. Itâs too late for any of that.
âThere you are, pretty doll.â His sick smile is all you see as he leans down, coming into view. Heâs crazy. Heâs fucking crazy. You know that. You do.
You knew from the moment he knocked on your door in the middle of the night. Practically buzzing as he rocked on his heels. His speech was slurred, manic. Heâs never spoken like that before. So. . . so crazy.
You tried to be polite, you really did. You tried to make small talk, to politely excuse yourself even though your hands were shaking.
You tried to close the door on him but it just wouldnât shut as he kept rambling. His foot shoved in the way, preventing your escape. His dirty fucking sneakersâ god even now you remember them so clearly. You remember so many things you wish you didnât.
How he fucking smiled when you looked back up at him.
It makes your stomach churn to think about it now.
You remember clearly how he grabbed you. He forced his way inside, slowly backing you against the wall. You remember how he grabbed your wrists, talked about how tiny they were in his hands. Showed you only a moment of warmth before harshly biting into the skin, red rising to the surface, coating his tongue. A sound of pain was retched from your throat, trying to pull away while his grip only got tighter. His hips forced you into the wall, trapping you. Keeping you as prey.
He said you taste delicious.
It fucking echos in your head. Makes you go insane with how it repeats over and over again. Exactly how he said the words. The lilt in his tone, the smile that made him look like he just saw the face of god. How excited he sounded at the first taste of blood.
The way you could tell that he craved more.
Craved everything you had to give.
You didnât think demons were real before that night. Ghosts, angelsâ anything that goes bump in the night was just a figment of one's imagination. Maybe hallucinations. But this, this was real. How you wish this was all just some stupid hallucination.
Nothing is paranormal before you face the devil himself.
Nothing is more terrifying than when the devil wants you.
You learned that that night.
He dragged you next door, throwing you to the ground. He looked like a shadow, only a silhouette as he stood in the doorway. The moon casting a glow from behind him. You couldn't see his face, none of it was legible as you scrambled backwards. Trying, trying so desperately to put some space between yourself and the beast.
His shoulders heaved as he panted. Like a fucking monser that just got his kill.
He had.
He closed the doors. Locked them with what felt like a million keys. He started fucking giggling. Giggling like a goddamn lunatic as his demeanor changed completely. He was smiling like an innocent little kid. He was happy. The happiest you had ever seen a person before.
âAhhh~â He sighed, glee laced in his all too cheery tone. It was like nails on a chalkboard. Speaking, churning in your ears so it's all you can hear. It mocks you. Mocks your very being. Mocks you for trying to live a normal life away from him.
You remember how he clung to you that night as you sobbed. Whining about how you shouldnt be sad, that you were home now. Heâd coo, playing with your hair as he tried to âsootheâ your trembling body. His arms wrapped around you in a vice. It felt like he was choking the air out of your lungs.
Maybe he was trying, maybe he wanted you dead. You really had no clue. You just wanted to get awayâ be as far away from him as you could. Youâd do anything, you told him as much. Change your name, leave the country. You promised you wouldnât tell anybody! You would tell him anything if it meant you could leave.
But he kept you in place. Tucked in his arms. His entire body wrapped around yours, keeping you close. Keeping his face nuzzled into your neck. Smelling you. Smelling your fear.
He loves that smell.
If you let him he would breathe it in all the time, treating it as the very thing that keeps him alive. Well, until you die anyway. But he knows that won't be anytime soon! Youâre strong. You're tenacious. He knows you are. Youâve dealt with so much in your life, you can deal with him too. He just knows it.
He wonders what all of your other emotions smell like.
Hmm.. What about love? That would be an interesting smell. Maybe it would be sweet like honey? Maybe bitter like chocolate⊠Humans are so interesting. They're so fun.
You are especially. And he knows youâll like him too. Heâs sure of it as you finally tire yourself out, falling asleep on his beat up mattress. Mmhmm crying for hours must really hurt your soul. Poor thing. He would fix it. Fix you up all nice and pretty. Yeah, he knows just how to. His pretty experiment.
Well, he thinks thatâs all you are. A nice human experiment for him to play with. To learn everything about. Learn what makes them tick, what makes them laugh, what makes them cry. Kenjaku told him as much. He could keep a little human as a pet, dispose of them when necessary. But⊠he doesnât want to let you go! Just the thought makes him want to cry!
You are already better than he ever imagined!
Bang.
The chair blocking your body is thrown back, assaulting the wall with a deafening crash. Your hands come up, covering your ears. Shit Shit Shit! Fuck, what are you going to do, what are you going to do?! Your body forces itself as far as it can into the corner of the desk. All you can hear, all you can think about is the sound of your heartbeat ringing in your ears.
Why are you so dumb?! You knew you couldnât win! You never win any of his games!
He squats in front of you, blocking your only means of escape. You hear him, watch him inhale deep before letting out a sick laugh. One that makes you want to cry. One that makes you feel like trying to runâ trying to hide is useless. Maybe it is. You donât see how you could possibly get away.
The pictures covering his walls tell you everything you need to know.
âFound you.â He smiles, crawling towards your body, crawling towards your last bit of safety. He looks like a monsterâ he is a monster. He canât be human. He canât. You refuse to believe it. Your legs kick, they try to get away. They try to be your last line of defense but his face only shows that of an owner looking at a puppy having a fit. He looks so fond of you.
You want to scream.
He grabs your ankle. It hurts. Everything hurts. You shouldâve become numb at this point, you wish you had. You feel your body slip out from under the desk, dragged against the hard floor. Pick you up with ease, lay you down in his bed. His gross disgusting bed.
He pouts. He fucking pouts at you. Sits in front of you.
âDon't tell me youâre jealous.â His frowns, tilting his head at you. âI didn't mean to make you! I swear! I just wanted to show you. How much I love youâŠhow good I could make my pretty doll feel.â You could never be jealous. Not of anything involving him.
Especially not involving the putrid fucking sex doll that lays next to you in bed.
How he fucked it last night, making you watch. Made you hold his hand while he thrust into the thing. Made you cup his face as he came inside.
âHow Iâve been practicing just for you.â He coos, a smile gracing his lips as he moves to his knees, crawling towards you in the bed. âHumans are hard to understandâŠAnd I really just canât wait for you any longer.â
You donât hear his words. Your eyes fixated on the doll that looks just like you. Every freckle the same, every mole. Every fucking tiny detail mirrored yours in a lifeless, hollow core made of silicon. Filled up with his cum. You donât want to think about how many times heâs fucked it. How many times heâs pretended having sex with you while holding it close. How much he had to have spent to get such a thing.
How deep whatever he feels for you runs.
You swear it probably coats his veins. Running under every inch of this skin. Giving it color. Giving it life. It's all youâre able to think about when he leaves you alone in the apartments. Itâs hard for you to swallow. To believe for yourself. You wish it is a lie.
You let him get close. You let him into your bubble for only a second. You allow his face into your neck. Biting your skin, drawing blood once again. He loves the taste. You think he's probably obsessed with it. You wanted to recoil away, disgusted with how he hums, lapping at the skin. But you donât. You need to let him have this. Even if it's just for a second.
You close your eyes tight. You feel him relax. He thinks youâre giving in. You know he does. You can do this. You can do this. You may have only made this decision a moment ago as you stared at the doll, but you had to do this. You had to do it for yourself. It may be the last chance you get. You canât stop fighting.
You can do this. You can do this.
The mantra chants over and over again in your head like a prayer. You feel his hand reach up, covering your clothed breast with his palm. Massaging it carelessly, without any thought or respect for you. In his head youâre probably the same as that fucking sex doll.
Your knee shoots up. Right into his crotch. Right where it hurts the most. Your hands shove him with all the strength in your body, getting him off of you. Getting him away for only a moment while he recovers. Maybe. Maybe you can make it out of the door. Or maybe you can make it to the bathroom and lock yourself inside. Maybe you have a chance. Just maybe.
Your body scrambles off of the bed, moving faster than you ever thought was possible. You race towards the door, arm reaching out for the handle. Youâre so close. Youâre almost there. Youâre almost able to get away.
Freedom is within your grasp, it's so close you can taste it. He forgot to lock the door, you know he did. You didn't hear any of them click back in place when he came inside. He was too caught up in the moment with trying to find you. If you make it there then maybe, just maybe you can get outside. Run as fast and as far away as you can. Call the police and escape from him. Spread the wings heâs tried to clip.
You land flat on your face.
Not even your arms are able to cushion your fall.
A stitched hand wraps around your ankle, pulling you, dragging you again. Backwards. Back into the cage. Back to him. His chest heaves. His shoulders hunch. He looks disheveled. Crazed.
He has that fucking smile plastered on his face.
âI love it when you run. It's so pretty.â He giggles, âYou know me so well.â
You kick at him, thrash your body as he pulls you closer and closer. âGet the fuck away from me!â You yell, though it falls on deaf ears. All the strength in your body is being used to get away. To try and escape from him. He canât be human. Heâs too strong. Even with your struggle he still lifts you easily, like youâre just some fucking little kid having a temper tantrem.
âIâve been so patientâŠâ He sighs, placingâ rather, forcing you onto the edge of the bed. Your knees on the floor as your torso is pressed against the mattress. Your arms pinned behind your back with one of his hands. Your hips pinned in place with his own. You can feel his cock against you. Heâs hard. âI really am patient, you know?â
He hums, gently rocking his hips against you. His entire length pressed against your cunt. Taunting you. Words are not needed for you to know whatâs to come. âItâs really too bad you know? Iâve run out.â
The simple statement makes your blood run cold.
âIâve been so gentleâŠso caringâŠâ He purrs, forcing his sweatpants down his legs. Just enough for his cock to spring free. Just enough for him to be able to stroke himself. For him to press the fat head where he wantsâ no, no. Needs to be. âIâve really been trying my best to be good for you.â
You wish you could see. You wish you could see everythingâ exactly what he is doing. What he is planning to do to your wrecked frame. If, if everything wasnât such a surprise then maybe⊠maybe you could make it a little better. But like this⊠youâre helpless. Youâre trapped. You hate it. You canât stand it. You wish you still had more tears left to cry. But you know itâs over. You canât do anything now.
Exactly how he wants itâ wants you.
You feel him stop moving, an excited gasp resonating from his throat. His entire presence changes in a flash, giddiness taking him over as the cogs in his brain turn. Making his own story, his own reality changing all over again. âUnless, you don't want me to be good for you? You want me to take what I want? Thatâs why youâve been trying to run and hide?â
His frame towers over yours, his full weight pressing against your back forcing you deeper into the bed as he mumbles into your ear. âAll you had to do was say so~ âĄâ
All you can do is whimper in response. Whimper like a wounded animal that's been forced to accept their fate. Your head is blank, devoid of all thoughts and feelings. There is nothing. Nothing you can do.
Maybe heâs right.
Maybe a small part of you does like it. Who knows. You certainly donât.
He blows gently on your ear, teasing you before he leans back. Your bottoms are forced down, exposing your cunt to the entire room. You can feel him practically buzzing with excitement. With some sick pleasure found deep within his gut.
âSo pretty!â He whines, spreading your cheeks to get a full view of your pretty little cunt. You hate that youâre already wet. You hate that the feeling of his cock did it to you just moments before. You hate that he can see it. You hate the way pride bubbles up in his gut. The way you can hear him lick his lips like a starved man.
Hate what the other little voice is saying inside of your head. Hate that even maybe a little bit of your soul wants to feel him. The quiet fucked up voice that you always try to scilence.
âMm⊠I wanna taste you so bad but⊠I really canât wait anymore⊠what am I supposed to do!!â You can practically hear the pout plastered on his lips. âAh~â
The fat head of his cock finds its way back to your cunt, dragging itself up and down your lips. Milking every last bit of wetness out of your hole. Your nails dig into your own handsâ maybe his. Itâs hard to tell where you stop and he begins. When heâs this close itâs hard to tell much of anything.
âWe have forever together donât we?â He chuckles, his head stopping at your unprepped little hole. Attempting to push into it with just enough pressure to have you squirm. Have you bite down on the sheet to silence any sounds that might try to come through. âWe can try out all sorts of fun things together~â
His thumb aids as he tries to push the head of his cock inside. Prodding, trying to force his way inside without a care in the world for how it might hurt. How it might feel for you. Heâs too bigâ youâre, youâre too tight. You canât take it! It wonât fit you just, just!
âMmmm!!â A muffled cry breaks free from your throat as the head of his cock buries itself in your cunt. Your ears ring, pain taking over your senses as he lets out a mouth watering, near pornographic moan from above you.
His grip on your wrists tighten, eyes staring at where heâs fucked himself into you. Wow~ itâs so pretty. He never expected a human to feel this good! Itâs incredible! Magnificent! And this is just the first inch of him? Oh my⊠he can only imagine what bottoming out with feel likeâ how it will feel when his cock is pressed against your cerviâ
Wait wait!! Heâs getting ahead of himself again. A gasp leaves his throat as he pulls out, a muffled whine leaving your own. Your hole clenches around nothing. What a cute little thing! Itâs calling him back in!! He knew you wanted this, he knows all about you huh?
He drags his cock back and forth through your lips again, red mixing in with the pretty white. He dips his cock head over and over again into your entrance, thrusting himself deeper and deeper every time. Stretching you just perfectly around his length.
Hmm, humans like prep right? He figures that this is close enough. His doll doesnât need it. She just takes him right awayâ someday youâll be the same! He just needs to break you in! But until then, he needs to savor this⊠who knows when you might come around again?
Mmm⊠youâre too mean to him. Yeah, thatâs all it is.
Ah, itâs too bad heâs too lost to notice youâre already falling apart. Your back is arching on its own. Working without permission to give him a better angle. Your hips bucking, leaning back ever so slightly as he presses into your cunt. Urging him just a little deeper. Your pussy is too wet to think about anything, your head in a daze as he teases you, taunts you relentlessly.
You donât want thisâ at least you think you donât. But, itâs so hard to know what you really want when youâre head gets like this. When itâs actually feeling good. When the pleasure mixes with pain to concoct something dangerous. Something that makes you unsure of anything really. Maybe youâre dumb, maybe youâre stupid. Yeah. You probably are. But thatâs okay. He likes that.
He likes you.
He slides his cock inside of your hole, his hand moving to your ass as thrusts his hips. Forcing his cock deeper and deeper with each stroke. Your walls clenching around every inch that pushes its way inside. God, youâve never felt so full. Youâve never felt anything like this. Anything like his cock, anything like him.
Whimpers, whines, all sorts of sounds escape your throat as you let him do what he pleases. Give into whatever twisted pleasure is being given to you. Itâs hard to stop them when heâs even louderâ panting like a fucking dog as he feels you. Feels every inch of you. Makes you two become one.
He fucks into you so hard it hurts. So hard that your entire body is being pushed into the bed, spine curving up to meet him with every demonic thrust of his hips. Every time the skin of his thighs meets your ass, every time the head of his cock meets with your cervix, pain racks through your body. You canât take it. You feel like youâre going crazy. You feel like youâre the insane one.
The sound of skin against skin penetrating the sound of your ears like some sort of sick, twisted song. A song he plays so well. One you donât want him to stop. No matter how much it hurts, how it stings you, you just canât find it in yourself to push him away. His moans feel like a sirenâs voice, luring you closer and closer, pushing you so close to the edge.
âWhyâs she so mean!â He whines, his thrusts frantic and hurried. Only caring for his own pleasure, only caring about him. âWonât let me in any deeper doll! Can you believe that?â He groans, pressing his cock so hard against your cervix you nearly scream in pain. Your body thrashes, trying to get away from the sensation.
He shushes you quietly, leaning his torso against your back as he coos. âShh⊠shh⊠itâs okay⊠we wonât try that today okay? Must be too much for you⊠poor thing.â His hips relent, slowly rocking into your battered cunt to give you a little bit of a break. To rest before the main event.
You want to cringe at how wet you sound, how messy youâve become due to his cock and his cock alone. How greedily your pussy takes him, urging him back with every thrust. Wanting it. Wanting him.
You see his arm reach past your head, grabbing onto your mimics hair. Pulling the doll closer. Holding its head so itâs staring right into your eyes. Itâs so lifeless. So hollow.
âItâs okay.â You can hear the smile in his voice. âSomeday youâll take me just like she can, yeah? Youâll be sooo~ good for me.â His hips start to pick up their pace again, thighs slapping against your ass so hard you might see stars. So hard you actually want to listen to him.
âI had to break her in too, real good.â He pants out, loosing himself in the feeling of your tight, warm walls.
You flinch away. You canât look at it anymore. Canât look at a face that is exactly your own yet so cold and distant. So lost. Used for months on end. Maybe a little sense comes back to you, a small part of reality seeping back into your skull.
He tsks. Fucking tsks and shakes his head in disappointment. âThat wonât do⊠I need my girls to like each otherâŠâ He grabs your jaw, forcing you to look up at the thing. The creature with your hair and eyes.
âKiss it.â His voice changes in a second, morphing into something commanding. Something scary. Fuck reality. Living in whatever dream youâve created for yourself is better. Better than facing this. You donât want to disobey. You want to listen, want him to let you cum. Maybe want his praise, even if itâs just a little.
Your lips meet with the cold, lifeless silicon. Tasting whatever disgusting leftover cum can be found on its lips. He pushes the head against your lips, forcing you to lick your tongue inside. âAdorable!!â
He likes it. He likes it too much. You can tell.
Tell by the way his hips pick up speed, forcing your used hole to take him over and over again. Forcing you to accept him into your body. Forcing you to fall for his cock. Make sure no one else will ever be able to use it. Use you like the way he wants to.
Can tell by the way his cock twitches, his thrusts becoming sloppy. His pace completely out the window as he searches for nothing but his own release.
Maybe you like it too. Like the way his cum tastes. Like the way he took this, took all of you for himself. All of you flesh as his. The coil tightens in your stomach, white specks start to form behind your eyelids. Youâre close, too fucking close you just canât take it anymore.
A loud moan leaves your lips, muffled by the silicon held against your mouth. Waves of pleasure crashing through your frame like a tidal wave of ecstasy as white paints the inside of your walls. Ears ringing, vision gone white as endorphins fill your brain making you forgetâ forget everything about this moment. How fucked up it is. How you want more.
Your walls clamp around his cock as it jerks in your cunt, milking every last drop of cum from him. Filling you up until youâre full. Until you canât think anymore. Until youâre so tired you just want to collapse.
He drops the doll letting you pull your head back to finally be able to breathe again fully. Your frame slumps against the bed. Tired. Drained of everything it has to give.
He slowly pulls out of your abused little hole, watching the way it flutters around nothing. Watching the white mixed with red slowly drip out of it onto the rug. âHumans are such incredible little thingsâŠâ
He smiles, shallowly dipping a finger inside your hole before popping it in his mouth. Just a little taste. âYou did so good dollâŠâ He pets your hair, gives you some sort of comfort after everything heâs done. Itâs the least you deserve.
He moves your body into the bed with ease, pulling a blanket over your shaking form. A nap would be good right now. Itâs always good to give humans at least one nap a day! Mhmm⊠and you seem like you could use one.
He moves behind you, wrapping an arm around your body from behind. Pulling you close to his chest. Making no mind to fix your clothes. This is good. This is right. Itâs how itâs always supposed to have been!! Ah, and now he has all the time to make you understand that too. Heâs so lucky. So lucky to have found such a good human.
âNight night dollyâŠâ He whispers in your ear, brushing your hair gently. Coaxing you to sleep. âLetâs have a great day tomorrow too, yeah?â
Right. Cause this is forever. âĄ
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synopsis: choso never expected spring break to be so difficult, honestly. just a few weeks to relax with his brother and his brothers girlfriend⊠it sounds like the dream doesnât it? seeing his brother happy, so in love with you. but heaven for one is hell for another-- and it seems to be your very life goal to make him live with both.
â§*ÌŁÌ©â: choso x fem! reader (some itadori x fem! reader)
â§*ÌŁÌ©â: wc: 7.0k
â§*ÌŁÌ©â: content: dubious consent at times, cnc + full consent at others, switch! reader,switch!choso, dom!reader, sub!choso, nipple play, voyeurism (choso listens to itadori and reader have sex), m!masturbation, pervert choso, massages, blowjob, p in v, overstimulation, multiple creampies, choso is kinda gross, cheating!reader (as far as choso knows), choso is refered to as puppy/cocktoy, degredation (choso receiving), choso degrading himself too, please lmk if I missed any!
â§*ÌŁÌ©â: notes: itâs lily! back again with another perverted jjk man! this turned out way longer than i originally thought it was going to be. originally it was just going to end with the masturbation scene buuutttt i got a little carried away :DD i love how this fic came out and i hope you guys do too <33
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God, he wants to die. He deserves to. Choso has no right to live after the way heâs been looking at his brotherâspretty little girlfriend. He deserves to be jailed for life, eyes gouged out for even considering sending a glance to your ass; bent over grabbing something from a cabinet in the kitchen. Leggings that are too tight, practically transparent. He swears he can see the tinge of your pink panties through them.
He should die. He places his face in his hands, arms propped up as his legs. One of them bouncing in, fuck, he doesnât know what. Really doesn't know what. He doesnât think he wants to, honestly. God how did it end up like this? How did he end up hereâ Itadori perched up on the counter, while you start to work on breakfast. How is he going to make it out alive? How is he going to survive spring break?
It wasnât supposed to end up like this. When Itadori, his dear, beloved brother called, asking if it was fine to bring his girlfriend home for break, Choso thought nothing of it. Even if he hadnât met you, Itadori told him plenty. Every conversation he had with his sibling always found itself filled with fond stories of you. The nice date you went on, the delicious food you cooked for him. How horribly you destroyed the poor guy in mario kart. He thought he already knew youâ it felt like he did at least.
He could tell the moment you walked into their family home that he didnât. He had no clue the woman you were. A problem he would never be able to rectify. How terrifying that was for poor Choso. Can you imagine? Your little sweater crop top, unzipped low to put your perfect, pretty breasts on display. Your jeans, fitting just so right around your hips, practically putting your ass centre stage for the world to witness.
He hits his forehead with his hands a few times, trying to get rid of the image of your lips. They were in a pout, gloss on them as your jut out your bottom lip. You kissed his cheeks. Held both of your tiny hands around one of his large ones.Â
âThank you for letting me stay Choso, youâre the best big brother to Itadori ever!â Your voice rang so pretty, shiny, new in his ear drums. A sound he had never heard before invading his senses for the first time. He simply nodded his head, hugging his brother after you took a step back. Introductions were fast, Itadori dragging you off to give you a tour of their family home. It was probably to his benefit, to get you away like that. He didnât know how long he could hold back the colour rising to his cheeks.
You were beautiful, gorgeous, even. Any adjective in the world to describe your beauty, he would use it. But that would never be enough to make a man like him crack. One with morals, one with some shred of pride. While the interaction left him slightly flustered, he quickly brushed it off of his shoulder. It shouldnât matter anyway.Â
Only it does when youâve positioned yourself between his legs, tongue between your lip as you put your all into the game of mario kart against the two men.Â
âI canât see the tv from up here!â Your peach voice whined after your second loss in a row. âIâm more comfortable on the floor anyway.â You tell them, a slight pout on your lips.Â
âYouâre such a sore loser!â Itadori laughs, teasing as you slide yourself onto the floor. Right in front of Chosoâs place on the couch. He looks down, eyes increasing in size only a fraction as your frame is incased by either side of his legs. His eyebrows raise, legs shifting farther apart as to not touch you. He wants to be respectful, afterall.Â
âUhg! As if!â You shoot back, a small glare landing on Itadori. Though Choso can tell none of it is serious. Suddenly, before he can think about the action any further, you turn to him. Delicate hand placed on his knee, nails digging into the flesh ever so slightly. Anyone else wouldnât notice it. But of course Choso does. Of course he had to. Because he's a disgusting pervert who blushes from the touch of a woman. Well, not any woman. Just you.
âYou donât mind, right Choso?â Your voice is practically a purr, eyes filled with nothing but the glow of innocence, âHereâs the only spot thatâs comfortable.â God, he swears he sees your tongue flick over your bottom lip, wetting the surface. But he forces himself to shred that to pieces. A trick of the eye.Â
He nods his head, âGuests comfort.â He swears, your smile might blind a man. You threw your arm up, a small victory, your body turning back around.Â
ââSides, Yuujiâs gonna start kicking me when I win anyway. Heâs such a baby!â You stick out your tongue in mock disgust, Chosoâs face moving into a light smile.Â
âAm not!â Itadori argues back, throwing a pilling in your direction. Chosoâs smile only grows, catching the pillow right before it lands on your face. Your voice squeals in delight, making a quick, mocking joke back in the direction of Yuuji.Â
âHe is. A baby in every way. You know when we were younger he used to sing this songââ This time, instead of a pillow, Yuuji throws his body, pinning Choso to the couch. A hand clamped over Chosoâs mouth. You break out into something that sounds like musicâ oh. Itâs just your laugh. Choso canât help himself laughing either.Â
Itadori starts laughing as you begin to beg, to do the same song that he had done when he was younger. Eventually he gives in, turning the night into somewhat of a good memory. Even if you remained planted, not daring to move from him even after a movie was put on. Falling asleep, head propped against his leg.
Yuuji carried you to bed that night, Choso retiring not long after.
If Choso was any slower, he would have completely missed the way you looked at his arm. The way your eyes trained to the muscle of it. The way your eyes would sharpen ever so slightly, your teeth almost biting your lip whenever you even gleaned at his calves or thighs.Â
If it was just that, he could handle it. Even if he is a man, heâs not primal. He has self control. Even if he found you attractive, that means nothing. Probably. Youâre his brothersâ. It would be pathetic for him to fall over something so simple.Â
Only it wasnât so simple. It never could be.Â
He quickly learned how dangerous you could be when it was just him home. How little you cared for the intricacies of being coy when no one was watching.Â
âGod your tits are so big~â Your voice feels like a moan in his ear. Your hands wrapped around him from behind, squeezing his pecks. Nails digging into him, so much so that it almost hurt. âItâs no fairâŠâÂ
His face is flush, his posture stiff. Stunned into an unmoving demeanour from just how⊠direct youâre being. That is the best word he can think of for it. At least it is right now when his head is all scrambled at the feeling of your perfect chest pressing into the firm muscles of his back. Your breath right in his ear with every short exhale.Â
When he came home from work, tired and useless, the proposition was innocent enough: âAh Choso~ You look so tense from work! Thatâs no good, you know? Oh! Lemme just give you a little massage yeah? Help you relax right up!â That look on your face, so docile and cute, didnât help any retorts he had under his belt. Not to mention, any persistence he thought Yuuji had was far surpassed by you. Begging to give poor, old Choso a massage. Fix his creaky joins and stiff bones.
Maybe it was the wear he had received from an all-too-hard day at the office, or maybe it had been a lapse in judgement from the cloud that seemed to cover him. However the decision came to be, he thought it might be good. A nice chance to finally relax a little.
He had been needing a massage lately, anyway, the certificate Yuuji had bought him rotting away in his closet from his last birthday. Yet, he just didnât have it in him to actually book the appointment, no matter how desperately he wanted to feel the muscles in his body unwind. Honestly a little nervous to have a stranger's hands on him.
But you arenât a stranger. Youâve become friends.Â
So, when you urge his shirt off, saying that you donât want it to get all sticky with lotion, he doesnât fight back. Letting you slight the slightly scratchy material of his dress shirt over his head. He lets your pretty hands work out the hair ties in his locks, allowing the neglected black hair fall over his shoulders. He needs a haircut, he knows it in the way his hair falls a little lower than it ever had before. Plans, yeah. He has lots of things he needs to do. Dinner, cleaning, making sure the report comes in on time. God he doesn't need another lecture fromâ
âFuck-â His is sudden, low as you press into one of the knots permeating his back. He hadnât even expected it to come out. He doesnât think you did either, based on the little squeal that leaves your throat.
âDid that feel good?â You ask simply, continuing to rub circles deep into his shoulder blades. Your tone light, happy. Probably from helping someone relax, yeah, that's probably it. âIâve taken a few classes, I was thinking about becoming a masseuse awhile ago.â He knows your glossy lips are smiling.
A breathy exhale leaves his lips, your thumbs digging into another sensitive tangle. âOh really?â Heâs not focusing much anymore. There must be some kind of drug laced in your touch.Â
âIâll take that as a yes.â You giggle, hands cresting over the tops of his shoulder, gently rubbing his neck. âMhmm, Iâm real good I think.âÂ
If he responds, he has no clue what he says. Good is an understatement. Your hands must be god's gift to man. That can be the only explanation. No other human could be capable of this, he doesnât think. Allowing oneâs mind to turn into mush with just simple touches of fingers along their back. It shouldnât be allowed, legal.
He doesnât know how much time passes as he sits there, letting you work through his back until it's tender. Needing love and affection when it was just broken and reformed by your hands alone. Your nails gently scratch the skin. Heâs forgotten who you are, what you are. You are euphoria across his skin. A feeling swelling in his abdomen as he sinks into total relaxation.Â
Well, that is at least until suddenly your hands are on his pecks, your voice cooing in his ear as you fondle him like a porno. The innocent delight in granting someone relief has vanished from you, someone else taking your place. His eyes wide open, heart rate as high as the ceiling in a matter of seconds.Â
âSee and if you just sit like thisââ Your left hand moves to his lower back, forcing it to curve just so, âThey look even bigger. Have you ever thought about getting them pierced? Then we could be matching~â His brain canât wrap around your words, nevertheless what they imply. His head has gone a bit fuzzy, finding trouble keeping up in the shift from cloud nine to being in one of the circles of hell.Â
Your voice sounds so sweet, yet your body behaves as a different animal.
Your fingertips flick over the nipple, âIt doesnât hurt too bad I swear⊠and youâd look real pretty with them too.â Your other hand leaves his back, slowly sliding around his hip. Your fingers dance along the contours of his body, finally resting just along his v-line. Thumb gently running itself across the ridge. Not daring to go any lower. Not yet, anyway.Â
If he had anything to say, the words are lost in his throat. How could a delicate touch be so sinful? He has no idea. He canât find himself moving his head, moving away at all really. Stuck in a state of indecision. Hoping the little balls he feels pressing into his back may or may not be the piercings you speak of so fondly covered by one of your too thin tank tops. He isnât sure which. His brain is blurry, but his body is responding. His pants are beginning to feel stiff.Â
âI can show you if you want~â You purr, your voice somehow closer, etching even deeper into his ear. Lodging itself in his brain in a way that he can't ignore. His body grows tense pulling away ever so slightly when your hands suddenly retract entirely. Finding purchase back on his back as if they were never there to begin with.
âKidding!!â You giggle, patting his back as your too-sweet nature returns like nothing. Once again leaving him a little more confused than he would like to be. âDonât be silly Choso, I was only playing. Donât get your panties all up in a twist!âÂ
And that was the end of it, at least until Yuuji got home. Until he could retire to the privacy of a shower to manage a little issue. One that didnât seem to want to resolve itself. One that meant his panties stayed in a twist.
Dinner was had like nothing happened. And it didnât. Because it was all a joke right? So he shouldnât dwell. Not when Yuuji smiles at you like that. Not when you two seem perfect for each other.Â
His feelings on the issue shouldnt matter. And therefore, they donât. As long as Itadori is happy, as long as he can keep that smile on his little brother's face, nothing else in the world is of importance to him.Â
No matter how much he has to endure. However many times he has to apply sunscreen on your bare back, bikini top untied so as to not miss a spot. However many times he feels your ass pressed against him as you slide in front of him in the kitchen. However many times you fall asleep, clinging to his arm on the couch. Breasts pressed against him just so. However many times he has to ignore your subtle, almost streamlined touches. However many times he has to âtake care of businessâ in the privacy of his own room, triggered from nothing more than watching the way you speak. Watching the way your lips move in their pristine little pout. However many times he has to ignore that feeling bubble up in the pits of his gut.Â
Choso is a man with patience. The ability to hold himself back.. He is able to be a pillar of fortitude where most would crumble under the pressure. Women arenât an issue when it comes to him. He can be sweet, the type of man to look at the ceiling when walking up stairs, the type to walk closest to the road. The one that stays sober at company parties to make sure he can keep his co-workers drinks safe. But this is too muchâ you are too much. Last night was too much. The very cause for his mental breakdown today.Â
Heâs a disgusting man. One that has crumbled into a pile of rubble for the woman brought onto his doorstep. One that has dragged him deep down to a place he may never find himself recovering from. Heâs a freak, awful, pervert. The worst man alive, if he had to guess.
But your moans are a sirenâs call. One he was unable to lure himself away from. One he could no longer battle against.Â
When he heard the first pitch from his desk, he ignored it. His imagination had to be the culprit. The second, third, however, no. Those had to be real. Right? His doubts were still clear. Yet, as if his body was acting on its own, he found himself befalling in a way that had long been forgotten in his past. A pervy college freshman, planting his knees on his bed, ear pressed deep into the wall.Â
He knew that the moment he did it. He couldn't pull himself away. Even though a voice was screaming at him to stop. To go back to his desk and place his headphones firmly in his ears. To stop listening to your beautiful sounds, those that were filled with pleasure. To move away from the wall as the bed on the other side rocked against it. To stop imagining the skin slapping against your own was his.Â
He was too far gone. Too far deluded as his hand found his cock, not bothering to pull down his sweatpants. He still had some class, some grace, he liked to think. He wasnât completely abhorrent. Even as he ran his thumb over the head, feeling the pre-cum. Sliding it around messily as he tried to find some purchase on sanity.Â
His hands were too shaky, from nerves or excitement he could not tell. Maybe he didnât want to. That would be for the best wouldnât it? His thumb, shakily, almost impatiently teasing him under the guise of starlight. What would you think if you saw him now? Palming his cock while his thumb ran over the almost red head. Trying desperately to conceal any shred of dignity the poor man had left. To try and go back to before his shaky fingers reached below the hem of his sweats.Â
As the thrusts from the other room quickened, your pants and moans quickly quelled any lucid thoughts he may have had left. His hand reacting to the sounds, palm finding the base easily. The groan he let out was a mistake, but fear no longer exists. Not in this world. Not with the direction of his hand, the speed of it as it moves from base to tip. Quickly. Tightly. Almost painfully. He was too worked up, too frustrated from everything you had given him before. Almost, yet never enough. This was the last straw. The last piece of clarity he had before he completely fell to ruin. Imagining himself in his brother's place. Imagining how you must feel.Â
Heâs a complete sicko. But in the moment, he doesn't care. His arm comes up, resting against the wall. His forehead does the same. His nose scrunches, eyes shut tightly as he tries to picture it. Picture you in his bed, your legs wrapped around his hips. Right above his ass. Ankles trying to cross behind him. Yeah, you would be really pretty there, wouldnât you?Â
If your hands were godâs gift, your pussy had to be heaven. He knows it, right? Cause you're his in this little world. His fingers would slide up your lips, spreading you just enough so he could admire you. See how pretty you would look all puffy from his tongue alone. Fuckâ his hips jerk in his hand. He wonât last.Â
How could he when youâre under him? Right, cause youâre under him. Letting him fuck you. Every gorgeous moan of his brother's name is his own. Just like you said in his ear that night.Â
âChoso, Choso, Choso~â
Does Yuuji eat you out? Fuck your cunt with his fingers first to make sure youâre ready to take him? No, No! Donât think about him. Bad Choso, donât be mean to your brother. Donât think. This isnât about him. This is about the new reality, the pretty one where youâre a mess, all sweaty and tangled in his sheets.Â
Holy fuck. Your voice is suddenly wild, an orchestra he wishes to listen to every night, and his illusions return to him. His hand moving faster, somehow gripping his cock even tighter. This time, however, youâre in control. Pinning him to the bed, his cock buried deep in your pretty, wet hole. Youâre not moving, you refuse to. Grinding your hips in slow, deliberate circles to bring him to the precipice, yet not allowing him to fall over the edge. To see the light of day yet never experience it, locked in a battle of wills. Who will fall first, who will beg. Who will be so desperate for release that they canât do anything else but turn into a messy puddle.
It will be him, you both know it. At least in his head, you do. Â
Your voice cracks, and so does his. A groan he barely muffles with his hand is all he allows himself to manage as he hears you fall over the edge into climax. He does the same, imagining heâs buried deep inside, filling you with his cum. You didnât let him wear a condom, you never would.Â
Thick ropes of white cover his hand as he calms down, rejoining the rest of the world. Panting, teeth marks imprinted into his hand from the force of his jaw.Â
Heâs been spiralling since then. Afraid heâs gone insane, truly. Maybe he should check himself into a psych ward, yes. That would be for the best. Someone like him shouldnât be allowed on the streets. A pervert like him that gets off on the idea of fucking his little brothers girlfriend shouldnât be allowed at all. Heâs a sick fucking freak.Â
You have to know it, don't know? Thatâs why youâve been looking at him differently today? Like thereâs a little spark that just has to mean that you know, right? Or is he really going crazy? Imagining that too? He doesnât know anymore. He doesnât know much at all. The only reality he knows is the chair heâs sitting in, planting his seat in it since the morning. He hasnât moved since thenâ his chin resting in his hands, his knees against his elbows as he stares at nothing in a random corner. Thinking about everything, nothing.Â
How could he possibly face you?Â
The answer to that question has drawn nothing but blanks in his head. Yet it is answered for him that very afternoon. How lucky he is, huh? His brother waving âbyeâ to hang out with some of his highschool friends. You felt âsickâ, claiming an upset tummy so you didn't want to go. Despite his subtle protests that you should tag along with them anyway, he finds himself alone in a house with the object of both his desires and his downfall into depravity.
Luckiest man alive. Yeah. They should say that at his funeral. But he isnât going to die, not anytime soon at least.Â
He knows that well, not moving from his eyes from their spot in the corner. He canât now, even if he wanted to. Not with you right in front of himâ two, maybe three feet at most from his legs. Pearly yoga mat neatly laid across the floor; water bottle, phone, and towel placed neatly beside on standby. Leggings, too tight leggings stretched across your perfect skin. Tits held in place with a matching sports bra. Following along to the workout video. Pretty, alone in your head.Â
In downward dog, ass facing him. Mocking him, scandalising the mere thought of looking away from the corner. If he could see all of that from his peripherals alone, there's no telling what he could seeâ what he wants to see, from straight on. So there he sits, in his corner. Wishing he could be alone in his own. Wishing you didnât occupy every crevice of his brain matter. Wishing he was a better man.Â
His focus has to be made of stone, face scrunched in that annoyed little manner. Lip up in a little tick. If he was staring any harder, a hole would have bored itself into the drywall. If his attention was any less he wouldâve noticed you moving closer, sliding backwards on your hands and knees. Pressing your ass against the erection he had been dead set on ignoring.Â
A groan resonates through his throat at the contact. Sudden, unavoidable. Here, now. The supple flesh of your ass against him, teasing him. Taunting him in some way he canât ignore. His eyes shifting quickly to his lap, looking at you in all of your glory. His hands gripping the arms of the chairs, nails embedding themselves in the cushioned material. The place they will find refuge, home for the next few hours.Â
His face finally meets yours, eyes connecting as you look at him from over your shoulder. His brows crease, an ounce of confusion overtaking him. You look annoyed⊠frustrated. Your eyebrows pinched together, venom in your gaze. Fuck. He mustâve messed up. Did he move closer? Did he accidentally pull you towards him when he wasnât paying attention? Oh fuck, fucking shit.Â
Just as the apology starts to leave his lips you huff. Spinning on your knees, moving right between his legs. Looking up at him from his lap.Â
âI donât fucking get you, Choso.â You say, the hiss of a snake practically wrapped around your vocal cords. What are you talking about? What could you possibly mean? Heâs the pervert. Heâs the one that needs to be jailed for his crimesâ not you. Youâre the angel. The one whoâs brought so much joy to his little brother.Â
Before he can respond, before the words even think about leaving the tip of his tongue your hands are on his thighs. Moving upwards, finding purchase on the hem of his sweatpants. Directing him upwards. Pulling his sweatsâ the same pair as last night, down over his knees.Â
âLike, seriously!â Your voice trills in a whine, annoyed. Once again, he canât move. Canât find himself wanting to. He wants to experience this, to experience you firsthand. A better man would move, a better man wouldnât let their most base desires control him. But he is no better than an ant now, following in your lead.Â
âUhg, I do so much workââ Your hand has found its way inside of his boxers now. He wishes he changed them after last night, but itâs too late for wishing now, isnât it? âAnd you donât even make a move?! Like youâre kidding me, right?âÂ
He doesnât know. He doesnât know a word thatâs leaving your lips. If he thought he did, its vanished by the feeling of your smooth, gentle hands wrapped around his cock. Flicking over it almost painfully, like you want to hurt him. Just a little. Just to get back at him for all the turmoil heâs apparently put you through.Â
Heâs panting now, breath coming out in short bursts through his nose as he watches your hand. Feels it actually touch his skin. Anything he could have imagined was negligible compared to this. Something that couldnât be reached by anyone else. No one other than you.Â
âI play with you so nice too! I treat you like a good toy!â You whine, seeming to get more and more irritated by the second. More and more irritated that he isnât responding to your words. His cock jumps, more and more precum collecting at the tip. That seems to make you happy, a cute little hum leaving your lips.
 âYou want me. Donât you Choso?â Your eyes are round, looking up at him almost like a puppy dog. No one could turn you away. No one would ever want to when you look at them like that. A curt nod is all he can manage. All he can force out of his body to do with your hand rubbing his cock in a way that should be illegal. Anything more and he would look like a babbling idiot, heâs sure of it.Â
You must have some sympathy, some compassion for the man as you let him go. Pull your hands from his boxers. So down on his luck, the most beautiful girl in the world between his legs. A small smile aids itself to your lips as you speak.Â
âLet's get these off of you, yeah?â You hum, fingers gently playing with the ridge of his boxers. He doesnât fight you, doesnât retreat as you pull them down. âAww poor thing, you liked the show a little too much last night, huh? Just a mess, huh? You giggle, mocking the state of his undergarments. The places he just couldnât get clean enough with a towel. God, he really is gross.Â
Heâs once again wrapped up in himself. In his own thoughts, thinking of trying to get out of your mocking tone. How to save face in front of what he deems perfection. So much so that he entirely misses the way your eyes widen at his size. Whatever you dreamed of, it could not have been this. Itâs too big, too big for most anyone to handle. Longer than your hand, thicker than your fingers could wrap around. Pretty veins running along the left side.Â
It could destroy you. But it wonât.
âItâs not like thatââ His voice is cut off once again with your tongue. A thick strip painting from base to tip. Tasting his salty skin.
Fuck, he falls back into the chair. Trying to find some facet to cling to so he doesnât black out into utter hysteria. His fantasies never even touched your mouth. Thought of how it might move across his skin. No, he wouldnât dare. Yet now that he is living it, experiencing it he knows that it wasnât meant for him to. The mere knowledge that your lips might wrap around the head of his cock sends him teetering over an edge that shouldnât exist.Â
His hips buck upwards, trying to get a small piece of anything youâre willing to spare. âAh ah, we canât get ahead of ourselves, yeah? I deserve this, you know? All for me~â He doesnât know how a voice as pure as yours can touch him like this. Gripping his cock at its base, squeezing it just enough that it hurts, yet not too much so that itâs uncomfortable. One stroke, two is all you give him. Your wrist flicking over the pretty head, spreading his precum all along his length as lubricant.Â
He does all he can to stifle his groans; pretend he isnât completely falling apart. But your lips lick the head, smiling at the taste. Moving to just take the head inside of your mouth. Slowly moving your head up and down. Watching him, perceiving him. Observing the twitches of his mouth, the brace of his hands, the plant of his feet on the floor. The way his hips beg to move, to piston upwards to fuck your throat dry. Awww~ but it doesnât look like he can even do that.
His eyes are glossy. Face red up to his ears.You gag, taking in just a little bit more than you were meant too. A smile twitching to your mouth as you finally hear it, the thing you thought you heard last night. Ah, his voice! Who would have thought, truly, that a man could turn into this?Â
You did, of course. And ever since first laying eyes on his pale face, his tired eyes, you knew you wanted to do it to him over, and over, and over again. Good thing Yuuji said you could, huh? Even if it took a little begging.Â
A choked cry leaves his throat as you pull away. His hips arching, bucking up to try and find relief once again inside of your mouth. Heâs desperate, brought back down to his base instincts as a man. A short whisper of a word leaves his throat as you stand, thinking youâre leaving him. Leaving him with nothing but a sore cock once again.
âYouâre gonna fill me up good, right puppy?â But youâre not leaving him. Youâre pulling off your leggings, panties following suit. Youâre crawling onto his lap. Knees balanced against the arm rests as you position your tight, practically dripping hole above his cock. God, you look so needy. Probably are so needy, just wanting him. Only wanting the satisfaction he can provide.Â
God, your fingers. Theyâre spreading your lips so he can see. See just what heâs done from sitting there and taking it like a good boy. He was right. Your body was constructed by the heavens above. Perfect in all its glory. A finger running between your folds, collecting yourself on your fingers.Â
âWill it fit?â He asks, though it almost comes out as a plea. Desperate to feel you, to have you wrapped around him. âLet me~â You shush him, fingers sliding into his mouth. Letting him taste you. Taste what he is missing out on.
âMmm mmm.â You mutter simply, though heâs too distracted. Too distracted until you lower yourself onto him; just enough so the head inside. Just enough so that you can at least try to adjust to the intrusion that he brings. His head is a messy fog. Hips gently rocking, trying to gain some relief while not pushing your poor, under prepared hole.
Your hands on his abdomen as you slowly begin to slide up and down, taking in a little more and more with each motion. Filling you up completely, painfully. Heavenly. His hands find your hips. Soothing the burn, rubbing gentle circles into whatever flesh he can find. Thanking you for not pushing him away.Â
âShitââ The cuss strings past your lips as your hips meet his, a loud groan leaving his own. The light of the living room proving evidence of your sin.Â
His eyes look down, finding where your bodies meet, âFuck meâŠâ He groans, his always tired eyes looking more alert, more at attention than they ever have before. Watching as you rock your hips slowly, deliberately. You only watch him. A sheen of sweat already covering both of your bodies.Â
His thumb slides down, finding purchase on your clit. He groans at the sight, rubbing circles into the soft bundle of nerves. Heâs not going to last. He knows it. Heâs going to completely blow his load before your first bounce on his cock. Fuck, he canât take it. He knows he wonât be able to with the way you squeeze around him. The way your walls flutter so tight over his length.
God he should have taken his time, urged you to let him eat you out or something so he could have had the chance to calm down. To relax for a moment before his cock was nestled deep inside. Fuck.Â
And now youâre moving. The pain subsided, turning into nothing but pleasure. And god he must be leaving holes in the fucking chair, his hands returning to their places on the arm rest. He makes the mistake of looking, watching his cock glide inside your pussy effortlessly. Watching as you make a mess all over his lap. Watching as he makes a mess all over you.Â
God and itâs over for him, his head thrown back against the chair. His hips jerking wildly into your wet heat as he fucks his cum deep into your walls. Watch as the room goes white, euphoria filling his senses.Â
Shame is all he feels as he drops back against the chair. Heâs disappointed you, he knows he has. There is no other explanation. You didnât get off at all and he's received, well, everything. Apologies tumble from his mouth, over and over again they are spoken. Yet, when he finds your eyes already staring back down at him, there's something off. A fire inside of them, one that refuses to be quelled.Â
Your hips donât stop moving, don't stop the ease of grinding against him. Sliding almost all the way out, just until he can see the start of the head before landing all the way back down. Youâre not stopping, and his cock isnât getting soft.
âAwwww!â You giggle, hands pressing against his pecks, leaning close to his face so he can hear you nice and clear. Hear the smile, the mockery in your tone. âYou just couldnât hold it in huh? What a cute, pathetic little thing!âÂ
His cock is growing sore, itâs hurting. Itâs too sensitive. He canât take it. He doesnât want to.
âDonât worry, yeah? Iâm still gonna cum so donât feel bad, hmm? Just be a good little cock toy.âÂ
Or does it hurt? Does it feel good? His head arches back, conflicting feelings of both pain and pleasure overtaking his senses. He tries to focus on one or the other, anything really, but he canât. He canât do anything but sit there and be good just for you. He knows he wants to do that. Itâs the least he can do, right? For being just a wretched, pathetic man.Â
Too bad it's so hard to pull away. But youâre addicting, and he canât help but try to find his fix. No matter how much it hurts, he canât help but find sparks in the way you move. Your hips moving rapidly, fucking yourself onto his cock without a care for how he might be feeling. How good he must be feeling dancing along the fine line between pain and pleasure, not daring to stick a toe into either side of the tides for fear of not returning.Â
Not a care for how you grab his hand, press his thumb against your clit and rub circles until he gets the hint, gaining enough clarity to do it on his own. Your voice is all he can hear through his rough pants, air catching in his throat forming a groan every time you move. Every time you test him, urge him to stop if he canât take it.
But he will take it. Heâll feed himself to you on a silver platter, apple tied in his mouth if you wanted him to. He takes all of it. Basks in the glow of your pussy finding pleasure in his cock. And once again he can feel the bubble in the pit of his stomach growing, telling him once again that heâs close. So terribly close he doesnât know how much more he can take.Â
So he focuses on your voiceâ tries to at least. As much as he can while his head is spinning. Filled with clouds and spinning like a cyclone. The beautiful melodic voice he heard when you first arrived. The pristine laugh you let out on the first night. The whines youâd release when heâd rub sunblock into his back, and now the same voice he heard the night before. Chanting his name, whispering it close in his ear. Only this time itâs real. Your arms wrapped around his neck, your moans filling his ear drums.Â
His name falling from your lips as you moan about how close you are. About how good he feels.Â
Your hips moving faster, harsher against his own than ever before. His thumb pressing against your clit, urging you to your release as he hangs on the precipice of his own. Cock twitching with every menstruation, walls fluttering against him until finally, your hips fall against his own. Your voice letting out a moan, his own doing the same as he releases thick streams of white into your walls for the second time that night.Â
You tighten around him, almost unbearably so with how sensitive, how much of a mess the poor manâs cock is. Your hips grinding gently, coaxing the both of you through your orgasms until bodies fall against one another. The waves of pleasure soothing into a gentle tide, neither of you moving to remove yourselves from the other.Â
Your head rests against his shoulder, his hand coming up to hold the back of your neck gently. To keep you there, to bask in the moment before the timer comes to an end and he realises what he has done. What the both of you have done. He should panic. He should. But all of the energy is sucked dry from his body. He canât move, he doesnât want to. Not when his cock is still tucked deep inside of you. When he can still feel you.Â
After the glow has faded and only sweaty bodies are left in the room you get up, though he isnât entirely sure when. His eyelids heavy, falling down no matter how hard he tries to keep them awake.Â
When he wakes up, nothing is amiss. His pants are up, his hair is combed. You and Yuuji are sitting happily on the couch watching a movie. Was it all a dream? No, no it couldnât have been. That doesnât make sense. He knows it was real. He knows it.Â
âMorning.â Itadori smiles, noticing his big brother awake. Looking around the room in utter shock and confusion. His eyes slowly drift to the both of you, Yuujiâs arm tucked around your shoulders like nothing.Â
The knowing smile you give him is all the evidence he needs that it was real.Â
âWe didnât wake you up, right?â You ask innocently, head tilting to the side. He shakes his head, still in a bit of shock. âGood, goodâŠâ you sing song, turning your attention back to the tv with ease.Â
âDid you wanna tell him the good news or should I?â Yuuji asks, looking over to you with that confident smile he always has on his face. The smile Choso loves. The one he wants to protect and keep safe as his big brother.Â
âMe! Me!â You say excitedly, almost bouncing in your seat. âYuuji invited me to stay over the summer too! Isnât that amazing?!â
Choso is going to die. For real this time.
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pairing: t. fushiguro x fem! reader
wc: 600
warnings: smut, corruption, loss of virginity, implied neglect at the end
18+ â minors / blank blogs dni
Toji Fushiguro never claimed to be a good man.Â
He never claimed to be anything really. It was foolish to think otherwise. He only did what was necessary. And anything born out of necessity can't be good or evil. A neutral party meant to act as a hero to some, but the devil to the rest of creation. He doesnât mind being either, that was his place.
That is his philosophy, at least. One of the two things that help him keep going in his fucked up world.Â
The other?
It was you of course.Â
You were too goodâ too pure for this world. Too kind, too gentle. A beautiful dove stuck in a murder of crows. In the world of the damned, you were the only thing yet to be corrupted. The only thing that hadnât been stripped of all humanity.Â
His own personal heaven. His get-away. His safety.
He really didnât deserve you huh?Â
Especially not when he has you like this. Pinned against your bed, underwear stuffed in your mouth to keep you quiet. Heavy cock head pressed just against your tight little hole. If he moved at all, heâd be inside. Stretching you, filling you to the brim with nothing but him. His very essence. His entire being.Â
All of him was just for you, you know? At least it was in these moments.Â
Heâs all yours as he forces his way into your tight cunt. Heâs too big. Heâs always too big for you. But you mewl and whine for him all the same, begging for just a piece of him. Any part of him that you can have, even if itâs just for a little bit.
You force your hips back, trying to coax more, more of him inside. For him to go deeper, harder. For him to consume you whole, leaving nothing left for anyone else. You want this, you want him.Â
He knows. Trust that he knows. He knew from the very beginning that he would own you. From the very first time he forced his cock inside your cunt, robbing you of a piece of your soul. He knew it when you begged him not to tell anyone, to keep this your little secret. Promising him the world for another taste of him.
He knows it now as you beg, babbling incoherently as his thumb circles your clit. Youâre real close aren't you? You just wanna let it slip away and let him take care of everything. Yeah, he knows you well enough to recognise that.
He knows it as you cum around him. In the way your back arches, your nails digging into the sheets. The way your walls clench around him so desperately, trying to coax him deeper. Trying to get him to cum inside. Where you want him most. It was too bad that isnât allowed.
He knows you're all his as he cleans off your tummy, looking up at him with stars in your eyes. Heâs the only thing that matters in your universe. He likes to be sure of it.Â
And he is. Heâs sure as he tucks you into bed with his rough hands, moving your body easily into the sheets. Heâs sure as he watches your face morph into that of utter loneliness and longing as he leaves the room. Realising he won't be staying. Realising heâs leaving again and you don't know when heâll be back.
Yeah. Toji never claims to be a good person.Â
But you are his. His to corrupt. His to play with. His to do anything he wants to.
His.Â
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đ ⧠â Ë Jujutsu Kaisen
â° Ę Ëâ: latest upload: c.kamo -> heaven
001 ; â° choso
â° Ę Ëâ: one-shots
â heaven âč 7k
đïž choso never expected spring break to be so difficult, honestly. just a few weeks to relax with his brother and his brothers girlfriend⊠it sounds like the dream doesnât it? seeing his brother happy, so in love with you. but heaven for one is hell for another-- and it seems to be your very life goal to make him live with both. nsfw, brothers girlfriend, cnc
002 ; â° gojo satoru
â° Ę Ëâ: series
â bye bye boy âč on hiatus
đïž satoruâs gone, but itâs not for the reasons you want him to be. gone girl au, violence, future nsfw
003 ; â° mahito
â° Ę Ëâ: one-shots
â hello neighbour âč 4.5k
đïž oh no! what is a cursed spirit supposed to do when he gains interest in a mortal girl? probably not make sex dolls of her, kidnap her, then fuck her until she breaks. but no one told him that! nsfw, noncon, kidnapping
004 ; â° toji fushiguro
â° Ę Ëâ: drabbles
â âč 600 â nsfw, defloration, corruption, implied neglect
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