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â ..SO, SO MUCH.â
I need you bad I can't take this pain | Boy I'm 'bout to go insane âș đ đ ⥠NEED U BAD.
àœàœČàœàŸ âč đ SUMMARY.
you thought you were fine breaking up with your highschool sweetheart & avoiding him for a year. when, in actuality, you were not.
àœàœČàœàŸ âč đ CONTENT WARNING.
angst (tiny amount), jaded reader (at first) exes to lovers, yâall were highschool sweethearts fr, tattoo artist! choso & college student reader (both 21+), âi missed youâ type sex, choso being a sweetheart & very understanding, reconciling, multiple orgasms, oral sex (fem receiving ofc heâs a munch), soft dom choso, pet names & praise, excuse the amount of plot i got carried away, etc.
àœàœČàœàŸ âč đ NOTE.
jasmine sullivan & yoci carrying most of my plot ideas. this took way too long omg. also, excuse any typos or grammar mistakes as this wasnât proofread. also this is 4k+ words so yeah.
How did relationships work? How did love work? Relinquishing a part of yourself to someone, expecting them to cherish and take care of it; doing the same for them. It was something you found silly, maybe even a little arrogant. Youâve seen too many woman in your life give a partâ even their entire selves to their partners, only for the relationship to fall apart. Cheating, lies, simply drifting away from one another; so many excuses, so many reasons on why you avoided relationships like the plague.
Until you met him, Kamo Choso.
You remember clearly as if it was yesterday. Freshman year, he was seated in the back of your shared English class. Boredly looking ahead as if he didnât want to be there. He looked rugged, maybe even a little depressed; overall, you didnât see yourself becoming friends.. let alone lovers.
Oh, how wrong you were.
Choso had somehow slipped into your life through your beloved shared friend Yuki Tsukumo. From then on things fell into place. You donât know when or why you started falling for him.
Was it because he was so caring to his younger brother Yuji? Or maybe how sweet he was to you? Always asking if you were okay, always by your side when things got tough, always encouraging you..
You fell, and you fell hard. But Choso fell much harder.
To him, you were perfection. Carefully crafted with zero flaws. He wanted to get on his knees and thank your mother personally for creating you. Thatâs how much you meant to him.
The moment these thoughts entered his mind he acted fast, declaring his feelings for you sophomore year of highschool. Not even letting himself linger for a month. He wanted, no, needed you as his. And to his happiness, you returned the feelings. From that day, highschool was nothing more then a bliss-filled blur.
You two became known for your loving relationship, many believing you two would marry after highschool. It was silly, you two were teenagersâ yet the thought did make you smile. Everything was just.. perfect. There was nothing more you could ask for.
Until, talk of the future entered the bond you two had.
You wanted to become a nurse, planning to attend a college that had an excellent reputation for its program. While Choso wished to become a tattoo artist in your city. One wanted to stay, and one wanted to go. Choso declared he could handle a long-distance relationship, but you couldnât. As selfish as it was, you simply couldnât bare the thought of being away from him for so long. What if he strayed? What if you did? You couldnât bare it at allâ something you tearfully confessed to him the week before you moved onto campus.
You vividly remember the scene, it burned into your mind with no chance of escaping. How Choso stood silently, patiently; listening to your concerns and worriesâ expressionless when you apologized and ended the relationship. And what did he do? He approached you, carefully wiping away your tears as heâs done for you before.
âTake care of yourself.. okay?â He spoke, taking your cheek in a gentle grasp and leaning down; kissing your foreheadâ sealing the deal.
That chapter in your life was over. You werenât with Choso anymore, mind focused on your studies and nothing more. A relationship would drag you down anyway.. you didnât need him.. you didnât miss him.
âShit..â You hissed softly, quickly pulling the wand away from your eye, blinking rapidly. It was your own fault; rushing to put mascara on. You should have better time management skills given you were in college and allâ but no. Here you were, fighting against time while attempting to finish getting yourself ready for a block party. You hadnât a clue who was throwing it, only told â or more like forced â to attend by Yuki.
You jolted in your seat when a loud honk come from outside your house, moving around your vanity to peer outside; spotting Yukiâs familiar car. You breathed softly, standing from your chair and fixing your attire. You wore a cute white ring halter top, along with blue jean shorts and black wedge sandals. Gathering your phone, keys, and purse; the gold chain around your ankle jingled as you exited your bedroom and soon house, locking the door behind you.
Yuki rolled down her window, grinning at you as you walked down your driveway. âUber for (Y/N)?â
You playfully rolled your eyes at her shenanigans, opening the passenger side door and entering, shutting it behind you. You buckled up after placing your things down, sinking into the chair. âThanks for picking me up.â
âNo problem, I just wanted to see your face firsthand when I tell you Choso would be there.â The words came out of her so nonchalantly, messing with her radio for a moment all while you stared at her blankly.
You reached for your door, but the woman was much faster; locking and starting up the car. You whipped around to glare at her, âTsukumo! You told me he would be working.â
âGuess the client cancelled..â She mused, taking the car out of park and beginning to drive away from your house. Yuki side glanced, catching your annoyed expression which caused her to sigh, rolling her eyes. âLook, thereâs gonna be quite a few people thereâ maybe you two wonât speak.â She shrugged, raising her eyebrows in hopes you would relax. You only sucked your teeth, leaning into the car door.
An entire year, youâve two been away from each other. Contact dwindling into nothing after the second month of college. You two were simply busy leading different lives, you told yourself.
But again, it didnât matter itâs not like you, missed him anyways.
The rest of the car ride was filled with random radio music and brief chatter, Yuki catching you up on things. You had avoided coming back for any holidays, knowing it would be too much for you. Luckily, she was more than happy to tell you about all the dirt she had on your shared friends.
She soon slowed infront of an unfamiliar house, putting the car into park and soon shutting it off. You glanced around, feeling your anxiety lift when you realized you didnât see Chosoâs car. Good, you could somehow melt into the crowd without him noticing you.
Silently you grabbed your phone deciding to leave your purse and charger in the glove compartment, you exited the car and shut the door behind you. Following Yuki up the driveway, porch, and into the house; music quickly overtook you, with the sweet smell of the grill and alcohol. Some people were resting in the living room or crowding the dining room table, but most were in the backyard playing football, or simply shooting the shit.
You glanced around, eyes twinkling at the familiar faces and waltzing up to them. Laughter and hugs ensued, catching up on things given you havenât seen each other in about a year.
Your arm was locked around Shokoâs waist, talking about nonsense whilst watching Gojo and Geto play beer pong. Or more like Gojo mocking his best friend for missing such an easy shot.
It was nice seeing everyone like this, the stress of seeing your highschool sweetheart leaving rather quickly. For now you were swept away in nostalgia, enjoying being around the people you cared for.
A cup in hand, you recalled the time you walked in on your dorm mate having sex, cheeks burning from the permanent smile etched onto your features. One that faltered the moment excited voices called out to the pink-haired male entering the backyard.
âYouâre finally here, Yuji!â Nobara grinned at her close friend, walking over to him; Megumi close behind. The young man apologized, talking about traffic or what not. You werenât too concerned about that, given your eyes settled on the person walking in behind him.
Anxiety spilled into you, heart thumping against your chest as you took him in, your exâ Kamo Choso. Nothing much had changed about him, still as rugged and handsome as ever; dressed in a simple black compression shirt and baggy pants. It seemed he decided to forgo his usual hairstyle, the black tresses resting on his shoulders in a messy fashion. One that suited him perfectly.
Your breath hitched, watching his eyes zone in on your instantly. You didnât wait for a reaction, quickly turning away and busying yourself with your phone. Your eyes did lift a little however when the man passed you, the familiar cologne burning your nostrils and causing your stomach to stir. Before you could even think you were lifting yourself from the chair and waltzing back into the house.
Luckily no one noticed or either failed to comment on your disappearance.
You found yourself heading over to the kitchen, grasping ahold of the silver fridge door and opening it; eyes scanning for some water. You murmured to yourself while continuing to look, attempting to ignore the harsh beating of your heart. You sighed the moment you finally found one, grasping it from its place on the shelf and standing up, closing the door.
Taking the cap off you lifted the bottle to your lipgloss stained lips, taking a few sips whilst leaning against the counterâ relishing in the cold beverage. Your eyes closed in thought, attempting to map out a perfect plan on how to avoid Choso.
The backyard was a medium size, yet he was bound to be around Yuji. So, as long as you avoided him, Nobara, and Megumiâ you could avoid Choso too! It was foolproof and perfect, nearly bringing a smile to your face.
Leaning up you pulled the bottle from your lips, twisting the cap back on and lifting yourself from the counter, turning and freezing. Breaching the threshold of the kitchen was Choso in all his glory, face turning from talking to someone to stare in front of him, eyes landing on you.
A brief silence entered the kitchen, simply taking the other in. Finally, Choso was the first to speak; âHey, (Y/N).â
âHey..â You spoke, annoyed by how small you sounded. You watched as he opened the fridge, grabbing a water bottle and shutting it closed. The man leaned against the wall beside the kitchenâs opening, opening the bottle.
You glanced around, noticing there were no many exits. You were trapped.
âHowâs college?â
âHuhââ Your head snapped back to the man, spotting his raised eyebrows, awaiting your answer. You nervously licked your lips, leaning back against the counter. âItâs uh.. been good. Classes are a little hard but, ya know.â You shrugged, feeling a heat crawl from your cheeks to the back of your ears. You dragged your gaze from the ground to him, âHowâs tattooing? I heard you got your own booth, congrats.â
Choso nodded slowly, a lazy smile pulling his lips. âYeah, thanks.â He mused softly, placing the cap back onto his water bottle. âClientele has been good. Been going to tattoo parties and special events.. and things.â
âThatâs good.â You forced a little smile, gaze faltering the moment his eyes landed on you. You felt the way they carried down your form, a familar gaze, one that always made you feel far too warm.
Another silence entered the room, both of you refusing to speak.. or leave. You told yourself time and time again you hadnât missed Choso, that you were done; stuck on the path youâve chosen. Yet here you were, anxiously waiting for something, anything to happen. You just.. couldnât let go.
You gripped the bottle you held, eyes drifting back to him, zoning in on the bracelet he wore. It had red and black beads, ones all to familar to you. Starboy, was the words etched onto seven of them. You knew this, given you had your own pink and white charm bracelet labeled Stargirl.
âYou still wear that?â The words left you before you could think, Choso blinking from his thoughts and glancing at his wrist. The man breathed softly, nodding soon after. âYeah. I do.â
âWhy?â
Choso went silent, leaning his head back against the wall as his eyes turned up to the ceiling. Finally he shrugged, âI donât know.â He spoke lowly, causing you to bite your lip. Feelings you had pushed to the back of your mind began to flood within you, flashes of memories you had kept locked away following after.
You turned, rapidly blinking to eliminate the tears threatening to tread down your face. You were kidding yourself for months, thinking you hadnât missed him. Thinking you were better then the woman in your life, able to cut a man off without a second thought. Yet your heart betrayed you in the most painful way, wanting nothing more to leap into his arms and cry.
His cologne became stronger, a gentle, familiar hand hesitantly being placed onto the one that held your bottle. Your eyes drifted to his face, spotting the concerned look he wore. That was enough for you, tears spilling and traveling down your dark brown cheeks, mouth opening but unable to speak.
But Choso knew what you wanted to say, knew how you felt. The man gently grabbed the bottle from your hand, placing it off to the side whilst his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his chest. He ignored the wet feeling that tainted his shirt, resting his chin onto your head all while continuing to hold you. Choso breathed as your shaky hands reached around, grasping his shirt as your buried your face deeper into his chest.
âIâm so sorry Choso..â You managed to whimper out, sniffling shortly after. The words escaped you again, delving into a soft mantra that caused the man to pull you even closer, softly shushing and soothing you. You stood there in his arms, feeling every bit of resolve melt away.
You missed Choso so much, it hurt. The pain rendering your whole body limp, using him for stability.
It took a moment to calm yourself down, soon pulling away, warming as the man reached over to wipe your tears. Just like he did a year ago and so many years prior.
âWhy are you apologizing?.. You donât have toââ
âI didnât compromise. I was so stuck on myself, running at the first sign of conflict.â You spoke softly, leaning into his palm the moment held your cheek. âI want to try again.. I want to be with you again, Choso. You donât know how much I missed you.â
The words had barely left you before his lips were covering your own, taking your breath away easily. The familiar, wonderful feeling took over your mind, hands sliding up to wrap around his neck; fingers curling into his messy hair. The moment his tongue swiped across your bottom lip you were parting them, pressing your body into him as a needy sigh escaped you. His hands traveled to the underside of your thighs, lifting you up and placing you on the counterâ all while continuing the kiss.
Your legs opened wide, locking around him the moment he stepped between them. The kiss deepened, his hands resting on your ass as soft moans and hisses entering the atmosphere. Sooner then you hoped the kiss ended, pulling away as soft pants fanned on each otherâs skin.
âI missed you too.. so, so much.â Choso murmured softly, gripping your plush form as if you would disappear in thin air. No other words followed, the man capturing your lips with such intensity you were tugging at his tresses. Languidly moving his lips, leaving you breathless, threatening to devour you. Your legs tightened around his form, feeling hot beneath your clothes.
His name fell from your lips in a soft whimper, pulling back and resting your head against the cabinetâ gasping the moment his lips attached to your neck. Your eyebrows knitted close together, biting your lip as his teeth gently grazed your skin. âChoso, Choso.. not hereâ we canât..â
While his lips didnât stop he listened to your warning, sliding his hands underneath you and lifting you off the counter. You tightened your arms around his neck, face hot with embarrassment as he walked you from the kitchen and towards the back of the houseâ everyone luckily none the wiser given they were all in the backyard now.
Moving towards a random bedroom he opened the door, shutting and locking it behind him. Waltzing over to the bed he sat down, placing in you in his lap all while his lips continued to press gentle kisses against your neck, collarbone, and throat. Your hands traveled, finding the edge of his shirt and tugging on it, feeling his hands fall from your body to his shirtâ peeling it off for you. Tracing his skin, feeling his sculpted sink in the moment your feathery touches reached lowâ gasped as Choso gently bit your neck, pushing to lay you down on the soft blankets.
âMissed this.. missed your touch, smell, how you taste..â His words drifted, catching onto the the edge of your shirt and slowly pulling off your body. Choso breathed, taking in your naked chest, leaning down. The cool, silver chain he wore tickled your skin as his lips ghosted your chest, a warm hand grabbing your breast to gently squeeze.
You gasped as his tongue glided across your areola and slowly hardening nipple, feeling his free hand flicking the button on your shorts, entering them shortly after. Choso began to suck on your hardened bud, all while his fingers breached your panties, two fingers slowly circling your clit. Your legs rose, hips rising into his touch as your head leaned back against the mattress. Soft breaths of pleasure escaped you, gripping his hair as your eyes were pinched closed.
âYou missed this, pretty girl? Missed how easily I could drive you crazy from just my fingers?..â He questioned softly, fingers lowering to push into you, hissing at the way your walls clung to his digits all while his thumb busied itself, rubbing tight circles onto your hard button.
You nodded, clinging onto him as his fingers thrusted and scissored inside of you. âYes.. fuckâ yes.. Missed this so much, Choso.â You gasped, whimpers escaping you as another finger came to stretch you. Wet muffled squelches carried with each thrust and curl into your pussy, bruised lips parted as melodic moans escaped you.
The man hummed softly in enjoyment, leaning down to capture your lips in a sweet kiss. Sweeter, softer then the way he was ruining you with his fingers, pushing against your gummy walls affectively leading you closer and closer to your orgasm. You whimpered in his mouth, nails dragging from his hair to his arm, feeling the muscles tense with each movement of his hand.
You legs tightened around him, pulling back to gasp, throwing a hand over your mouth the moment you cameâ muffling the moan that escaped you. Your mess soiled his fingers and your panties, legs shaking as you felt him slowly withdraw his fingers. You breathed into your palm, barely registering his hands latching onto your shorts and peeling them off your body, panties following.
There, his hands slid to the inside of your thighs, pushing them open to reveal the price between them. Choso moaned softly from the sight, hands rising to place his thumbs onto your soaked folds, spreading them. âSo messy, princess.â The man teased softly, reaching to press his thumb against your sensitive clit, grinning at the way you whined.
âChoso, please..â You breathed, watching as his body lowered, breath hitching the moment his cool breath fanned across your wet cunt. You whimpered as his thick tongue dragged a stripe up to your clit, the tip circling the button. Your legs threatened to close, causing the man to pull you closer, legs stretched out and resting on his shoulders. Your fingers curled into his hair, crying out the moment his lips wrapped around your clit, sucking and running the flat of his tongue against it.
The man pulled back for a moment, hands sliding under your ass and gripping the warm globes, lifting you a little just to smother himself in your pussy. His tongue moved wickedly, gliding up and down your slit before dipping into your warm entrance, thrusting and curling against your walls.
Your fingers clung to his hair, free hand placed against your mouth as you bit your palm, covering the desperate moans that escaped you. Your hips moved, grinding into his face as little tears built within your eyes. Slurping and lapping, enjoying every single drop that dripped from your pussy, moans escaping him. His hips ground into the blankets, chasing your orgasm with such intensity.
Your stomach clenched, arching up off the bed as a muffled swear escaped you, creaming all over his face, feeling his hands tightened as he licked you clean. Your limp body fell back against the blankets, breathing heavily as your legs shook. Soon enough he released you, rising from his spot between your legs and dragging his hands from your ass to your thighs, soothing the warm flesh.
Pushing forward he leaned over your body, hand carrying to your throat and gently grabbing it, pressing his wet lips against your own; you softly moaning at your taste. Slowly, the two of you continued to kiss, his other hand drifting to his sweats to push down his body, boxers following.
Choso pulled away, placing his forehead against your own, sliding his cock between your slitâ rubbing against you slowly. Your fingers locked around his wrist, desperate pleas escaping you as your hips rose, searching for more. The man gave a breathy chuckle, smoothing his thumb against your throat. âNeedy arenât we?â The man mused, leaning to kiss between your eyes, hearing you whine.
âNeed you, Choso..â
âYou need me so bad, put it in yourself.â The man spoke, watching you bashfully blink at him, grinning as you attempted to shy away from his gaze. His hand rose, grabbing your wrist and carrying it between the two of you. Your much smaller hand wrapped around his cock, a hiss escaping his lips from the touch. âGo on, princess..â Choso breathed, gripping the sheets beside him as your hips rose, adjusting to line him up with your entrance before slowly sinking inside.
You never got accustomed to how Choso stretched youâ not the first time and definitely not now. Your lips parted, soft moans escaping you as your hips continued to slowly rise. A choked cry escaped you however the moment he flicked his hips forward, burying himself deep inside. âChâchoso! You..â You whimpered, walls pulsing around his heavy length, feeling him kiss your cheeks.
âGuess Iâm just as needy as you baby.â Choso spoke, lip twitching into a subtle smirk. He rose, releasing your throat and resting on his hutches. Hands found the back of your knees, a steady grip as he slowly pushed them down to your chest, watching you breath sharply. Pulling his hips back until the tip was inside, Choso thrusted forward, taking in the way your body jumped and the prettiest moan escaped you.
His rhythm stared quickly, hips snapping back and forth, reaching deep inside; pushing against a spot that caused you to see stars. Your fingers balled up the sheets underneath you, moans escaping you. You had long forgotten the party going on outside, long forgotten the fact you two were separated for an entire yearâ your mind only focused on how his cock so easily ruined you, toes curling and anklet jingling with each thrust.
The man leaned down, folding you even more as he pressed a hand against the bed, the other curling in your hair, lifting you into a messy kiss. Tongues curling, teeth bumping into each other, eating up the otherâs moans as pleasure consumed you. His chain tickled your heated skin, dragging across each time he rutted into you.
âFuck..â Choso gasped, pulling back to breath, hand moving to gently grabbing your cheeks. âKeep your eyes right here, princess.. thatâs it.. look so pretty like this.â He spoke, feeling you clench with each praise that left his mouth.
You felt so damn good, hugging him close; sucking him in each time he pulled back. Your arousal dripped down his length, a sticky ring forming at the base of his cock. Just when your hand rose to cover your mouth again, Choso was snatching your wrist, pressing it against the bed.
âNo, noâ waited far too fucking long to have you covering your mouth.â He hissed harshly, intertwining your fingers as he buried himself deeper, hitting your cervix.
The pain was quickly washed away with pleasure, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you came around his cockâ a high pitched cry escaping your throat. Tears trickled down your cheeks, other hand falling to his waist to push, and whine; the overstimulation becoming too much.
All for Choso to simply shake his head, pace quickening as he drilled you into the bed. âKnow you got another in you.. come on (Y/N).â
You whimpered, head pressed into the blankets as sobs escaped you. âChoâChoso! Hah.. Can..canât think, fuck!â
âThen donât.â The man chuckled in a breathy tone, leaning close as his lips ghosted your lips. âLet me fuck everything out of your mind except for how good Iâm making you feel..â A groan escaped him shortly after, eyes glossing over as he felt himself getting close.
Thrusts became desperate, the two of you dissolving into pathetic fits of moans and whines, hands moving across the otherâs skin to grip and mark up. Just when you felt your mind going blank you shook, convulsing as you came all over his cock again.
Choso was close behind, burying himself deep and coming; eyes pinched close as he gripped you tightly. His hips stilled, heavy pants escaping the two of you.
The man pulled out shortly after, rolling off your body and falling to your side. Choso didnât leave you alone long, reaching for your waist and pulling you into his side, turning to place a feverish kiss to his forehead.
A blissful silence covered the silence, simply enjoying the otherâs company and warm bodies. Soon though, you rose up slowly, ignoring the aching of your body as your hand found his cheek. âI love you, Choso.â
He smiled at you, thumb caressing your skin as he kissed you gentlyâ mumbling the same on your lips. Moments passed before you two pulled away, you snuggling in his neck arm strewn across his body.
Until.. you blinked, glancing around the room. âWait.. whose room is this?â
âItâs a guest room.â He murmured back, chuckling softly after. âGojo might be a little pissed if he finds out about this.â
You shook your head a little, sighing softly. âChoso..â
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part one here.
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thinking about mutual masturbation on facetime with ex!satoru which starts off with you just staring at him in some sort of daze, wondering what on earth possessed you to pick up the call in the first place. this is a mistake, you know that... so why aren't you hanging up already?
but before you can dwell too long on the answer to that question, your train of thought is rudely interrupted by a particularly loud moan echoing through the speaker.
âmmh⊠you actually didnât decline for once," the white-haired menace gasps out, the slick sounds of his hand gliding up and down his cock only picking up in volume as he lays eyes on you. âshitâ you don't know how much i've missed seeinâ that pretty face of yours, baby.â
âyouâre so shameless, satoru.â you mutter, lacing your tone with as much disdain as you can muster; but the way your own hand somehow snakes its way beneath the waistband of your sweatpants and into your panties tells an entirely different tale of how this whole situation is really making you feel.
âyeah,â he muses in an unapologetic hum, making a show of tilting the camera down to give you a better view of where he's currently thumbing his leaky, blushing tip. âbut⊠ahâ so are you, otherwise you wouldâve blocked my new number the second i sent you that dick pic.â
âw-well how do you know i wasn't about to press the block button right when you called me and i accidentally clicked accept instead?â you shoot back through teeth which are clenched partly in annoyance and partly in an effort to hold back letting your own pleasure show on your face.
ânah, donât give me that bullshit,â satoru snorts amusedly, leaning in closer to the screen and tilting his head to the side, snowy lashes fluttering seductively as his bright eyes stare knowingly into yours. âif youâre not enjoying this, then i want you to show me that your hands arenât in your pants right now rubbing that pretty little pussy.â
shit. of course he'd be able to see through you that easily â he is your ex, after all. but no... you canât let him win just yet. so, as subtly as possible, you pull your hand from your panties and hold it up to the phone screen, hoping against hope that the darkness of your room hides the wetness of your palm.
âhah. nice try, baby,â he drawls smugly, smiling so wide now that both of his annoyingly cute dimples are on full display; and itâs deliberate, too. he knows full well they were always your weakness. â...but i can see your sweet juices coating those cute fingers from here.â
and he knows he has you right where he wants you when you still don't hang up the call like you both know you should, instead just shoving your hand right back into your panties and rubbing messy circles over your clit while keeping direct eye-contact with him â trying to beat him at his own game, are you? oh, how he's missed you.
so he picks up the pace of his jostling fist around his cock, candy-pink lower lip caught between his pearly teeth as he tries to catch even a small glimpse of your bare skin through the screen; and god, only you could make him act this pathetic, this desperate. "fuck... please, pretty, y'gotta give me something to work with here. h-how about you pull your top up just a little for toru, hm?"
and you've already let this escalate too far to back out now, so you decide to throw caution to the wind and tug at the edge of your oversized tee just enough so that your bare tits spring free, courtesy to your preference for not wearing a bra around your apartment.
"o-oh, just look at those. i missed my girls s'much. bet you wish they were in my mouth right now, huh?" satoru rasps out, balls tightening to an almost painful degree as he reaches down to pay the heavy, neglected sacs some attention by gently fondling them.
and you, having finally caved and slid a finger into your fluttering hole, can only respond with a soft whine as you reach up to knead a breast with your free hand, the image of his skilled mouth suckling on them like he always used to making your much-too-empty cunt clench around your digit with need.
and that singular sweet, sweet sound from your lips that he's been deprived of hearing for months is all it takes for him to finally bust a load all over his chest and hand, goopy white streaks tainting his previously unmarred pale skin as his entire body trembles with a pleasure only you can give him.
and when he eventually manages to compose himself enough to glance back down at the facetime and realize that you're still trying to reach your own climax, your meek little fingers clearly not enough to finish the job, satoru has the absolute audacity to lean right in close to the screen and mutter out a cheekyâŠ
âhey, if y'want me to come over and help you with that then all you gotta do is agree to get back together with me, baby.â
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"stop running and take it like i know you can."
you deserve this, really. the mind-melting way choso drives his cock into you over and over and over again. you were teasing him all day, playing coy just to turn around and deny him of his needs. subtle touches throughout the day; fingers grazing over his clothed bulge in public. the looks youâd give him.
and now heâs pent up and punishing you for ever thinking he wouldnât have his way in the end. and you have the nerve to run? to try and squirm up on the mattress to escape the way he bullies his dick into you, abusing your poor pussy like heâs anything but infatuated?
he has to pin your hips down against the sheets just to fuck you even more senseless. still, you writhe under his touch. heâs so big, so hard, and so fucking mean. âtold you to fucking stay still, baby.â
âcantâ youâre practically mewling for more despite yourself. choso can feel the way you clench around him, how you push your hips up to impale yourself further on his length without even knowing it. âyouâre too much.â
âyou could take even more,â choso hums, his hair hanging over his face in sweaty strands as his eyes meet yours. his lips are kiss-swollen and his cheeks are blushing red with the exertion of fucking you so mean, but his thrusts only quicken as he reaches down to rub at your clit with two of his fingers. "don't run from me."
you could cry. you think you do, but with the way choso slips every last inch of himself into you, you can't tell up from down. and his moans are perfection, sweet against the shell of your ear but ragged with exertion and need and an orgasm that's coming all too quickly for him to handle.
and when he cums, he holds you down on his cock like he doesn't trust you not to waste a drop of him. his stomach tenses, face contorts into something ecstatic and beautiful, and he comes with a choked moan that spurs on your own orgasm: your fourth of the night.
"you can handle it baby," he fucks you through your orgasm, pushes his cum impossibly deeper inside of you in doing so. "so fucking good. told you that you could, didn't i?"
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intertwined, sewn together.
</3 satoru gojo x reader angst
you never believed in soulmates. at least until you met this white haired, blue eyed man stuck in a little kids mind. the bond between you guys was inseparable, soul ties. so what changed? was it far too late to fix your relationship? maybe its your fault. who wouldnât have noticed the way hed been acting reccently. more down then usual, hiding behind a smile. his job as a jujustu sorcerer was never easy. more or less was it easy to have any sort of friendship. yet, hed found himself in a relationship with you. dare he say it was the best years of his life? those words sound familiar to him. he had said the same about suguru. it ended with sugurus blood on his hands. since that day he had swore to himself he would never let anyone get so close to him again. at least till he met you. his world stopped spinning at your sight. you were perfect. that was the problem. you were so fucking perfect. the more years he spent with you, the more happier he was. you both knew happiness is only temporary. still, you both took that risk of getting hurt. you didnt think that satoru would hurt you, you didnt think he had it in him. he was such a sweet boy, behind all of it, the whole act, he just wanted to be held. to be told hes worth more then just a sorcerer. he showed you what he truly was underneath it all. he had hopes and dreams too. just like everyone else. deep down he was always worried one night would be his last with you. he was worried he wouldnt have a chance at a proper goodbye. he never wanted to loose you, satoru felt safe with you. thats why he had to leave. at one point he couldnt take it anymore. it was too good to be true. in the end he knew he would hurt you one way or another, so he decided to do it sooner rather then later. a few words, one last goodbye. then he left without a trace. never heard of again. until december 24th.
he died alone, you had failed him. he was born a weapon and died a weapon. no one would see your sweet boy the way you did. you shouldâve been there. now youâre forced to say one final goodbye.
âi love you, im sorry baby.â
#angst#sad ending#gojo x y/n#jjk satoru#jjk x y/n#jjk gojo#jjk#gojo satoru#jujustsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen#tumblr fyp#fyp#ily
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Your back was arched like a cat, your chest pressed against the door, your pretty and expensive dress was pulled up and your panties discarded.
His big hand was covering your mouth, preventing you from moaning while he pounds his cock inside of your pussy, his other hand grabbing your waist with such force that it made you let out a pained whine against his hand.
Your cunt was drooling and a puddle slowly grew on the floor.
Both of you were in the bathroom because he couldn't wait till get home after your pathetic teasing in front of his friends at the restaurant. It wasn't even necessary to prepare you for his massive cock, you were already soaking the chair while just staring at him, your hand rubbing the growing bulge in his pants, teasing him. You put some excuses before standing up, walking towards the restroom, his heavy footsteps following behind.
Until here you are, being fucked by your "best friend", trying not to moan loud while he pushes his throbbing cock deep inside of you, kissing your cervix multiple times until you're a trembling mess in his arms.
You came messily around his girth, trying to push him away when he keeps fucking you and you start feeling overstimulated. He comes inside of you, bumping his hot and thick sperm in your pussy, filling your guts up.
He slowly slides out, stuffing his hand in his pocket and pulling out a pretty and shiny plug. Then, he slowly pushes it into your swollen and fucked cunny, not wasting a single drop of his semen inside of you.
Minutes later, you're both back with your friends, your legs were trembling and you tried to fix your messy makeup and hair.
You both kept chatting like nothing happened, with your pussy stuffed with his cum.
I'll just let you know that you'll have the best punishment when you both get home.
And, of course, the next day you couldn't even stand up.
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first time? no way
virgin!Gojo, exuding confidence, perfectly gets you off with his fingers, tongue, and cock, hitting every spot with the right pressure and lasting longer than you. Both of you lie side by side, catching your breath, when Gojo decides to drop the bombshell.
"I am not going to fucking believe that, you're joking," you said in bewilderment and shock, though you tried your best to keep a nonchalant tone.
He just grins, the usual smugness never leaving his face. "Dead serious."
"whatever whore" eyes going wide
"as if I'm not the busiest man on earth, slutting myself out every night"
"there's no way you found my clit the second my panties came off when you haven't even fucking seen a live pussy before"
"the six eyes isn't a myth princess" he leans in, his voice low and husky, "also Iâve got a pretty good imagination. Plus, I mightâve done some research" he added with his playful tone, and he couldnât help but wink.
"I guess all that research paid off" you scoff in disbelief.
"imagine how good i would get with practice" and you could already feel the heat between your legs again.
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i know this isnt my usual posts. sorry.
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i need to get stuff off my mind. i genuinely dont know what to do anymore. my life is falling apart day by day. and im sitting back and watching it happen. im letting it happen. im not sure what to do about it. everyday im in a constant battle with my mind. everyday i struggle to get out of bed and go to school. even though im fighting my own shit, i go to school energetic and happy. because who wants to deal with someone gloomy. i try my best to put everyone elses mood up, to be that person who you can be happy with. i never will be that friend who brings your mood down just because im feeling down. thats the type of person i am. but at the end of the day, its never enough is it? im never going to be enough for anyone or anything. that feeling of giving up is consuming me. i cant keep doing this anymore. my life is a constant cycle. i dont feel real. i havent been feeling real recently. theres times i just stop and feel faint, and everything goes back to normal. i dont know what it is. im not appreciated enough. no one checks up on me. in order to keep my friendships i have to contact first. ive gave up on that too, and of course, that friendship ends up being extremely distant. im tired of putting in so much effort for people who wont put the same energy back. yet its the complete opposite when it comes down to my family. that i stopped putting in effort a long time ago. i stopped caring how im treated or about repairing relationships. its funny how someone you live with could be so distant from you. i feel unheard. i feel like no one truly knows me. not even myself. i dont understand myself either. maybe one day i will.
the truth is, even though i put up an act, i cant do it all alone. genuinely i wish someone would reach out and check up on me. but deep down i know that will never happen. so i will continue to answer with âim okayâ whenever someone does ask me if anythings wrong. because i know ill get through it. because im the type of person to keep everything to myself until it all bottles up and comes out one random night or day. i find comfort in my sadness. will i be sad for the rest of my life? will i ever find and experience true happiness without the heavy feeling in my heart. without worrying that i will find myself back in this same position? ill be okay. i know i will. being alone and picking myself up whenever i fall apart makes me stronger in a way. but in many ways im also very weak. i dont know how to handle my own problems. and i carry other peoples problems as well a my own. if i dont do it, who will? i genuinely wonder if there would be a difference if i just left. if im gone, it wouldnt really affect anyone. sure i know people would be confused because why would a energetic and happy person like me end their own life? maybe then everyone would notice what i truly was feeling. maybe all the problems and burdens ive caused would leave this world with me.
#mentally unstable#mental health#personal#idek anymore#i wanna kms#im going insane#going through it#deppresion
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you ever hate when theres something that still haunts you? something you seriously cant seem to move on from? yeah, feels like im in a never ending cycle.
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Holy shit. no words.
âyou wanted this, right?...â ââ ft. ghostface! gojo & geto
âș đ đ SUMMARY. ââ after disclosing a fantasy you had, your beloved boyfriends decided to make it happen. them in masks, you the victim, and you all inside a big mansion they rented out. an unfair game of cats and mouse seemed delightful, no?
âș đ đ CONTENT WARNING. ââ everything is consensual & discussed beforehand | fear play | predator & prey play(? maybe), | ghostface mask | voice manipulation (they sound like ghostface | manhandling | rough sex | praise & degradation | oral sex (f & m receiving) | ooc characters (iâm not gege donât clock me) | pet names (princess, sweetheart, pretty girl, minx, slut, etc) | spanking | minor choking (not really just holding your throat) | double p in v sex | fingering | multiple orgasms | orgasm denial | minor knife play | etc. if i forgot something let me know.
âș đ đ NOTE. ââ this took much longer then i wanted & went on much longer then i wanted đđđŸ. as always please excuse typos & grammar mistakes.
the anticipation swelling inside you was almost nauseating. your pretty manicured fingers digging into the little pleated skirt you wore. everything you wore was little; little white top, little denim skirt, and little pink thong. why? easy access.
you waited so impatiently for the car to stop, eyes peering between the seat and your phone, feeling your panties wetten as your thoughts swarmed with the events bound to transpire soon. to think your beloved boyfriends would actually make a disgusting fantasy of yours come true.
not without a little teasing of course.
âus, in ghostface masks?â gojo asked with a little grin, coming close to you. âyou want us to chase and fuck you, huh?â
âand youâre letting us use knives, right?â geto asked next, a simper pulling his features. his eyes ran down your form, feeling excitement brew inside him.
it didnât take much coaxing, given they were as freaky as you were. you three decided on a nice gothic mansion, four-story, furnished with several rooms. several hiding places.
whether for you or them.
next were the rules, establishing a perfect plan so everyone was comfortable. the knives used were only sharp enough for thin fabric, you had a word to say incase you got too scared, and also; you had an objective.
you would start at the top floor, your goal to get outside the house through the front. along the way however, your lovely boyfriends will be obstacles. but.. if you could guess correctly who was under the mask whilst they played with you, you were allowed to run and they had to stay put.
easy right? you think so. despite the fact one missup, and you lost. you had to be careful, calculated. sure of your decision before it exited your lips.
âmiss, is this your stop?â
you quickly blinked out of your inappropriate thoughts, turning back and forth. you were sure this was the right place, an exact replica to what you saw online. with a sweet smile you thanked the uber driver, exiting the car and collecting your things; your phone and a flashlight. you didnât need anything else.
shutting the door behind you, you headed up the grand walkway of the mansion; glancing at the pretty windows and rose shrubs standing tall outside. it was beautiful really, you wondered what it was used for before your perverted adventures.
grasping the door, which was unlocked, you entered the mansion and stepped into the dark foyer. you licked your lips nervously, shutting the door behind you. you quickly texted your lovers you were inside the house, knowing they were on the way.
satoru <3
weâre three mins away, sweetheart.
suguru <3
hurry up & find a hiding place, you donât get a grace period.
you didnât need to be told twice, flicking your flashlight on and rushing towards the stairs. you bounced with each step, ignoring the slight pain as you continued up them. you made it to the second floor when you heard the front door slam open and close, fear running through your body as you dashed across the hall to the next set of stairs, making it to the fourth floor.
your whipped around back and forth, searching for a perfect spot to wait out the next five mins. those were the intervals you were allowed to wait in one room, before you were expected to move. your eyes quickly settled on one second to the one at the end of the hall, rushing over and opening and closing the door.
you gripped your arms close, regaining your breath and sinking against the wall. you tried to calm down, tried to hear what was going on outside. had they made it to the fourth floor yet? maybe. but even so, you couldnât hear a damned thing.
the ringing of your phone caused you to gasp, quickly pulling it from your chest to glance down at the bright unknown number, glaring at you. you hissed, accepting the call and placing it against your ear, whilst standing from your spot against the wall.
it was about three mins. you needed to find somewhere else to hide.
âwhatâs your favorite scary movie?â
you rolled your eyes, a little grin covering your face. âyouâre so corny, baby.â you murmured, slowly opening the door and peeking out with your flashlight. luckily you didnât see their large forms, allowing you to step out into the hall.
âyou want the ghostface masks, you get the ghostface treatment, princess.â
âmhm. youâre only trying to get me to talk so you can find me.â you hummed, continuing down the hall to the next room, opening and shutting the door behind you.
the man released a soft cackle, his breath fanning against the receiver of the phone. âoh no, iâm not doing that. i already know where you are.â
you blinked a bit, whipping around in time to spot a large form burst out of the closet and head towards you. a delighted, yet fearful shriek escaped you as strong arms locked around your body. his gloved hand pressed against your mouth, bringing you against his form.
âtoo bad, we just started and i already caught you.â ghostface snickered against your ear, plastic mask rubbing against your hot skin. his hand dragged down, the warm fabric tracing your skin. âwhat should i do first? should i cut these useless clothes off? maybe iâll wait for the other ghostface to get here.. end this game quicklyââ
âsatoru!â you shouted out, hearing the man click his tongue a bit. the strong arms released you, a triumphant giggle escaping you as you rushed out of the room without even looking back. you ran down the hall, ignoring the other rooms and heading down the stairs.
you didnât know where geto was, and you didnât care; you were making far too much noise for the man to ignore. you quickly entered a room, pulling the door open and shutting it behind you. your eyes peered around, regret entering you quickly.
it was a simple room, no closet, no bathroomâ nothing. your only hiding spot.. was under the bed. so fucking cliche.
with some effort you got to your knees, sliding your self under the bed with even more effort. you pushed up, assuring your legs werenât stick out like all those stupid movies and waited. you had five mins, only five and then youâd have to figure out where to go next.
getting yourself from under this bed was bound to take some time, so you planned to exit a little early.
that was until, you heard them. heavy footsteps, pressing against the floor from outside the room. you quickly slammed a hand against your mouth to cover the small whimper, shaking as you watched the door push open. the person entered, black boots coming into view as he shut the door behind him.
they stood motionless for a moment, your eyes closing as you tried to relax your racing heart. hopefully, hopefully they thought you were too smart to slide under the bed. that they would exit the room and maybe go to the next one.
your heart rung in your ears, palm squished against your mouth to cover your small pants. that was until, a strong hand curled around your bare ankle. you screeched as you were dragged out from under the bed, being flipped onto your back, right on the cold wood floor.
you whined a bit as you felt the cold steel glide across your thighs, rising to pull at your thin thong string. âunder the bed? really?..â the man purred above you, raspy voice slightly muffled from the mask he wore. you whimpered as your panties were cut off, revealing your soft, wet cunt.
you attempted to shut your legs, only for ghostface to be much faster; blade rising to press against your neck. you knew it wasnât sharp enough to cut, yet, the thought alone had you keeningâ arousal dripping down to your ass.
the man hummed a little, fingers tapping on the handle of the knife whilst his other hand traced your thigh, slapping the inside of it. a high pitched moan escaped you, eyes pinched closed as his gloved hand soothed the skin.
âsuch a minx, begging for us to fuck you in masks. bet all that running around and hiding got you so wet, huhâ?â his own question was answered the moment his fingers glided across your slit, slick collected on his gloved hands. ghostface swore softly, two fingers pushing into your entrance with no restraint. he wasted no time in curling them, pushing against your velvety walls all while the knife remained against your throat.
your eyes found the back of your skull, nearly forgetting your goal. you were supposed to be guessing who this was, currently ruining you so easily with his fingers. thumb pressing against your hardened clit, circling it slowly. your sweet moans covered the room, thighs squeezing his strong forearm as little tears threatened to spill.
ghostface leaned closer, his pace quickening. âoh, gonna come already baby? you know what that means.. means weâll win.â soft squelches covered the room, hissing at the way your gummy walls clenched around his digits. âcome on, come onâ guess pretty girl, guessââ
your mind raced as he coaxed you, struggling to keep your orgasm at bay. you knew if you got it wrong, you lost. if you came, you lost. you wanted, needed the game to go on just a while longer. a harsh whine escaped you, âsuguru!â you finally huffed out, feeling his fingers instantly stop inside you.
âgood girl.. though, i doubt you have much left in you to run.â he spoke, a clear smirk on his features despite you couldnât see.
the man even helped you up, you rushing out the room the moment you were on your feet. suguru was slightly right, given how much you wobbled about; legs shaking as you carried yourself down the end of the hallway.
you didnât want to get to the next floor yet, fearful gojo was waiting on you. it was so frustrating how well they worked together sometimes.
you opened the door, closing it behind you with a soft sigh. your head rested against the cool mahogany wood, heart racing as a little giggle escaped you. to think you were having so much fun being used as prey for your boyfriends. you were a sick freak, really.
you clicked your phone, glancing down at the time. four more minutes, and youâd have to move. though as excited as you were, you did find this little rest enjoyable. they werenât going easy on you, keeping you on your toes at all times.
a soft breath escaped you as you rose from leaning against the door. clasping the knob, you turned it, opening slowlyâ revealing the man standing right behind it.
you screamed as he lunged forward, snatching you out of the room and closing the door. once done you were pressed right back against the wood, squeezed between it and his large form.
âyouâre so easy to track, princessâ gotta be a bit quieter..â ghostface teased, snaking a hand under your thin shirt to grasp your breasts. he tweaked your hard nipple between his thumb and middle finger, enjoying the pretty moans that escaped your throat. âlook at that.. leaking all over this pretty mansion. such a mess.â
you cried out as his palm smacked against your bare ass, keening once his fingers plunged inside you. your legs shook, arched perfectly against the door as his hand move; flexing and scissoring his thick, long digits in and out of your messy cunt. a string of moans escaped your throat, his hand releasing your chest to glide up to your neck, holding it gently.
âfuck.. sucking my damn fingers, so much.â he mused, masked face focused on your pretty pussy. your walls clamped down, desperately trying to keep them inside with each thrust he delivered. ghostface could feel himself growing harder and harder under his slacks, having half a mind to end the game right then and there.
âmessy fucking pussy.. go ahead and come, pretty girl. you want to donât you?â so greedy for our dicks, bet you canât wait for the game to end.â
you furiously shook your head, eyes pinched as you clenched and clenched; struggling to hold back your orgasm. with the way he was fingerfucking you, you were sure the restraint would dissipate quickly, racking your mind. satoru or suguru? satoru or suguru? satoru or suguru?
âfuâfuck, satoru!â you cried out just when your peak nearly hit, hearing the man swear but release you. you breathed heavily, feeling him step away to give you space.
âtired, baby?â satoru said in a mocking coo, watching in delight as you lifted your body off the door.
without think you flashed your boyfriend the finger, collecting the scraps of your dignity and rushing down the hall and down the steps. you didnât know if you could last much longerâ no there was no way you could.
you felt way too damn good to even distinguish between the two anymore, mind melting away as they fucked you to ecstasy with just their fingers. you hated them so much, for how easily they played with your body.
you made it to the second to last floor, tempted to just take the final stretch, but deciding not to. you turned towards a door, rushing to open it and close it behind you. a bathroom. perfect.
no where to hide but the damn tub.
with a little grimace you pulled the shower curtains back, happy to not see one of your cloaked and masked boyfriends waiting patiently for you. you stepped inside, pulling the curtains closed once you were done. you leaned back against the white tiles, sighing softly as you closed your eyes.
these little moments of peace was so bittersweet, knowing they were short lived. your lovers were much faster then you, you were sure they were on this floor already.. waiting and searching.
you glanced down at your phone, a little surprised either of them hadnât tried to call you again. it nearly made you giggle if it wasnât for the heavy footsteps you heard passing by the bathroom. you hissed softly, quickly covering your mouth and pressing against the wall.
your heart beat harshly, hearing doors open, footsteps, doors slam shut, and more footsteps. you didnât know if it was only one of them on the floor or both, unfortunately.
as the footsteps closed in on outside your door, your heart rate increased; ringing in your ears and nearly whimpering the moment the door opened slowly.
whoever it was stepped into the small space, standing and looking around. the only thing between the two of you being the decorative shower curtains.
more agonizing moments passed before you heard a soft sigh, hearing a footstep towards the door and it opening and shutting shortly after. your hand slowly fell, feeling your lips curl into a little smile.
so silly, you thought to yourself, fingers curling around the curtain. they didnât even check the tuâ
âyour hiding places suck, pretty girl.â ghostface chuckled, snatching you out of the tub right as you gave a fearful yelp. the man easily turned your positions, pushing you to lean against the sink, pressed up behind you. a hand came to curl in your pretty dark braids, grabbing a handful and lifting your head.
the moment your eyes landed on your face in the mirror you glanced away, whining as you felt his other fingers gently pinch your clit. âno, no.. no looking away. watch yourself as i fuck you with my fingers, sweetheart.â three fingers easily slid inside your sweet cunt, instantly clamping around the digits.
you reached back, hand gripping his wrist as he fingerfucked you, the other hand steady in your scalp. you watched as your lips parted, moans escaping and eyebrows pushing together; all while your masked boyfriend stood behind you, arm moving with each thrust he gave you.
it was such a sight, making you even wetter by the second, arousal dripping down your thighs. you whimpered as his fingers curled, legs shaking as heavy pants escaped you.
âoh, is this the last round?â the man behind the mask mocked, feeling your pretty walls clench and clench. âyou had such big talk, claiming you would get out before we caught you.. was that all it wasâ talk?â he angled his fingers, pushing against the spot inside you that caused stars to collect in your vision.
âmmmâ fuck, fuck!â you cried out, nails digging into his wrist as your head leaned against the mirror. âitâ its ahâ suguru!â you felt triumphant the moment his fingers were removed, gently letting go of your hair.
before you could think you were rushing out of the bathroom, chubby thighs carrying you down the stairs to the final floor. you gasped out, looking back and forth, and feeling your blood run cold the moment you spotted a large form standing at the entrance of the mansion, waiting ever so patiently.
you moved to run, making it about two feet away before your were snatched from the ground, arms tight around your waist. you huffed softly, kicking for a moment as a sharp, âsatoru!â escaped you.
instead of being released, you heard soft chuckles. your eyebrows pinched close, attempting to move away. âdonât cheat, satoru!â
âoh, iâm not satoru, princess.â
your eyes went wide, whipping around to watch the man tug his mask off. and much to your dismay, suguru stood in all his glory, eyes gleaming with excitement as he took in your withering form. âlooks like you lost..â his tone was sing-songy, tossing the mask to the side.
âbut.. but i thought i wââ
âwon?â another voice cut in, watching as the other ghostface; satoru walked down the steps, approaching the two of you. he was close within minutes, sandwiching you between himself and suguru. âno.. you guessed wrong in the bathroom. i just felt so bad about you losing, i let you slip away.â his gloved fingers found your cheeks, a sick simper covering his features.
your breath hitched as you felt strong hands grip your thinly covered body, suguruâs face falling to your neck. âmeans we get our reward, right?â
you whined in defeat as they snatched you away from the foyer, carrying you towards a roomâ a bedroom. placing you on the bed, suguru moved first, pushing you to lay out across the blankets. revealing his knife, the man slid it up your simple white shirt, cutting it open and revealing your bare chest.
the cold air licked against your skin, feeling the bed sink in as satoru crawled on; face lowering to your chest. his lips clamped around your hard nipple, sucking and gently biting it. your fingers found his brightly colored hair, the pleasure covering your sensitive body.
you gasped as the cool metal carried down from the valley between your breasts, to your stomach, and finally your skirt. geto, effortlessly, slid the sharp point under the fabric, cutting it off.
âsuguru!â you huffed, watching him toss the ruined garment to the side, knife following. said man only grinned, hand finding the inside of your thigh.
âdonât worry.. iâll buy another one for next time.â
you werenât given much time to dwell on his words before his fingers glided across your slit, the man watching in enjoyment at you flincing from the simple touch. âpractically drooling, pretty girl.. fuck.â he drawled, fingers collected your slick, rubbing it further across your slit.
you clenched onto your boyfriends, head rested back against the blankets as whimpers escaped you. âplease, please..â
satoru popped off your nipple with a small chuckle, fingers replacing to tweak at the wet bud. âmhm.. you can wait, right baby? had us waiting for so long, playing your little game. itâs only fair.â
you whined once again, causing another chuckle to escape your lovers. whilst satoru grabbed your chin and captured your lips, suguruâs fingers pushed inside you, wasting no time in curling and fucking you. they no longer had to hold back to give you a chance to run, you were stranded, right where they wanted you.
your fingers clung to satoru, all while your hips moved, angling to glide your swollen clit against suguruâs palm. you cried at as he curled the digits up against your sweet spot, angling just perfect to continuously thrust there. given how much you were holding back this evening, it was no surprise your end was approaching quickly; eyes closed shut as gasps and moans entered satoruâs mouth.
he pulled away, fingers rising to your cheeks to grip, taking in your expression with a soft swear. âso fucking close arenât you baby? making such a mess on suguruâs fingersâ greedy slut.â
âhahâ did you seriously clench from that, (y/n)?â suguruâs words came next, your mind flooded with pleasure and far too fucked out to acknowledge their teasing. your thighs shook, trapping the dark-haired manâs forearm between them as you fisted satoruâs hair.
a drawn out moan escaped you, creaming all over his hand, arousal dribbling all the way down to your taint and the sheets.
the praises that fell from their lips caused your head to feel light, barely registering suguru removing his fingers. you regained your breath, sitting up when you realized the two had stepped off the bed.
you watched in excitement as they fiddled with their slacks, pushing them off with their boxers soon following. your thighs twitched, little hole clenching around nothing as anticipation collected in your tummy.
suguru moved close, gently grabbing your cheeks and leading you onto your knees on the bed. satoru moved behind you, pushing you into a little arch, hands massaging your ass.
you whined as his thumb pushed into your mouth, laying on the flat of your tongue. suguru watched as your lips wrapped around the digit, sucking it slowly. he didnât let it go on for long before he was pulling it out with a soft pop, smearing your saliva across your pretty lips. âthink you could put that pretty mouth to good use, princess?â he grinned, moving close and pressing the tip of his cock against your lips.
you attempted to wrap your lips around it, only for the man to pull back, hand falling to your chin. âso fucking greedy..â suguru hissed, instructing you to poke out your tongue. you obeyed easily, whining the moment you felt satoruâs hands large hands grip your ass, nearly turning to look back if it wasnât for suguruâs hold tightening.
ânuh uhâ eyes on me, beautiful. you donât get to see satoru right now.â he groaned, slapping his tip against your waiting muscle. the soft plaps echoed in the room, all while you felt satoruâs fluffy hair glide across the curve of your ass.
at the same time satoruâs lick tongue slid into your entrance and suguru thrusted into your mouth.
you moaned around his length, eyes rolling back as satoru wasted no time in feasting away. hands gripping you tightly, keeping you arched right there as his tongue dragging across your walls, lapping and enjoying each drop that came from you.
your attention kept being knocked back and forth; suguru dragging his hips back as his hand found your hair, slowly, carefully setting a pace inside your wet mouth. your cheeks hollowed, glossy eyes peering up at the man as he fucked your mouth. suguru groaned at the sight, swearing as his pace quickened, pulling you flush so your nose brushed his stomach.
within minutes his tip was hitting the back of your throat, heavy, full balls slapping against your chin. you could only shake and take it, gripping the sheets under you all while satoruâs tongue never stopped inside you.
licking you up, mixing your arousal and his saliva, only to pull back and spit it right back against your messy pussy in a soft ptuh. slurping it all up, dragging his tongue between your folds.
âwanted this so bad didnât you, (y/n)? you wanted us to win, to fuck you just like this.â suguru huffed, stuttering between each thrust inside your throat.
you squealed as a large hand slammed against your ass, fingers massaging the raw skin. âhe asked you a question, princessâ or is your mouth too full to respond?â satoru cackled right into your pussy, hand slithering to your entrance to push two fingers inside, all while he licked your clit raw.
you moaned around suguruâs cock, the manâs eyes rolling back from the vibrations, twitching as his peak got closer and closer. your jaw hurt, center was sore, and your palms ached from how much you were gripping the sheets. but you didnât careâ not one bit.
suguru delivered a few more thrusts into your mouth before his hips stuttered, coming deep in your throat. you moaned around him, your own orgasm peakingâ making a mess on satoruâs face.
the man infront of you panted softly, wrapping a hand around the base of his cock and slowly pulling out; pressing the tip against your lips. your licked off the rest of his come, swallowing to which a soft good girl, escaped him, leaning down to give you a gentle kiss.
your lips moved slowly, feeling satoru leave the bed and soon you; being lifted easily by the two of them. like before they sandwiched you between them, your legs wrapping around suguru whilst satoru held your thighs.
pulling back from the kiss you tried to regain your breath, the action short lived as satoru planted his lips onto your own; stealing it right back away. your gripped suguruâs shoulders tightly, whining as you felt satoru slowly pushing his heavy length inside.
the man pulled back to grunt, fingers sinking into your plush skin as he continued to thrust in. âlook at that, sucking me in so easily.â satoru teased, the pair chuckling at the whine that escaped you.
he was halfway before suguru came even closer, grasping the back of your knees and slowly, pushing inâ right in the same hole. your head knocked back against satoruâs shoulder, lips parted as a silent cry escaped you.
you felt like you were being split open, arousal gushing and coating their lengths as they pushed inside you. you whimpered, never growing used to this stretch no matter how wet you were. âfuck.. oh fuck, suguru, satoruâ!â
âi know, baby, i know..â
âsplitting so pretty for us, sweetheartâ taking us so well.â
their praises made your head feel light, finally breathing the moment their hips stilled. as desperate as they were to move they waited, knowing you were tired and possibly sore. suguru rubbed your legs carefully whilst satoru kissed the side of your face, whispering sweet words into your ear.
moments passed before your breathing settled, the men taking this as a signal to pull their hips back until only their tips were inside. with a harsh thrust, the three of you were moaningâ the two men wasting no time in setting out a pace.
one that worked in rhythm, cocks driving in you and out of you at perfect tandem without a care for your well-being. your high pitched moans covered the room, gripping to your boyfriends tight as your legs shook.
âfuck, fuck, fuck!â you cried out, tears trickling down your brown cheeks, feeling yourself gush all over their lengths. unfortunately they didnât let up, fucking you through your orgasmâ ignoring your desperate pleas to slow down.
suguru leaned close, lips attaching to your neck as his fingers dug into your skin. âyou really think weâre gonna slow down after waiting for so long, princess?â he questioned with a simper, teeth sinking into your skin just to hear you cry out.
satoru grinned, hand rising to gently wrap around your throat, the vibrations of your voice pressed against his fingers. his cheek brushed your own wet one, softly mocking your moans as his hips never stopped their harsh thrusts. âyou donât want us to slow down any, do you? such a fucking mess..â
you reached up, clinging to his wrist as each drive in and out of your messy cunt rendered your brain to mush; ruining you. your words became incoherent, fingers curling with your thighs wrapped tight around suguru. the pair enjoyed it all, each twitch, cry, moanâ the way those pretty fucking eyes rolled to the back of your skull; it was no surprise their own orgasms were creeping up on them, fast.
âfeel so fucking good, sweetheart.. so fucking good, keep making a mess of us.â
âgonna come again arenât you? yeah, we can tellâ clenching so damn tightâ fuck..â
throat raw, breath ragged, and your voice pitched; you shrieked as your orgasm hit you like a truck, spraying all over their cocks.
their eyes widened at this, gaze locking and making a mental note to somehow get you to squirt again. for now their thrusts stuttered, becoming sloppy and desperate as their cocks twitched inside.
suguru was first, shoving himself deep and pumping you full of his comeâ satoru following shortly after with a deep groan.
the three of you simply panted, standing in the middle of the room for a moment before leading you towards the bed; where you laid down in a messy heap.
you whimpered as they pulled out of you, feeling their combined releases trickling from your entrance and to the bed. you warmed however the moment their hands caressed your body, kissing where they previously gripped, spanked, or bit.
âi should have asked for this a long time ago.â you murmured sleepily, hearing your lovers chuckle softly.
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My Oh My - R.S.
Synopsis. Trick or treat! The mean Ănmate in Room 6/9 doesnât want halloween candy - he wants something else much, much sweeter.
Pairing. Ryomen Sukuna x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, Ănmate! Sukuna, slight foĂłdplay, creampĂes, brĂ t-taming, use of âgĂłod girlâ, MEAN softĂe Sukuna, PĂSSYDRUNK Sukuna, oraI (fem receiving), fĂngering, Sukunaâs piercings and tattoos, dry-hĂșmping, squĂrting, spĂtting, bĂłdy worshĂp, exhĂbitionism, slight Gojo x Reader, pet names, swĂ©aring.
Word count. 6.7k (sigh)
A/N. Yes, the seventh day of k!nktober had to be Sukuna even tho Iâm a Gojo-gaggerâŠ
âNanami chill.â
Itâs twelve in the dead of Halloween, and Nanami Kento does, in fact, not chill - not when heâs five hours deep into overtime at the most high security prison in all of Japan, running on only three cups of caffeine and the promise of a day off sometime in the next year.Â
âYou know I canât do that.â he rubs his throbbing temples, heaving out a sigh as he often does. Taking one long look around the glaringly empty surveillance office, âEspecially not today of all days.â
Youâre humming in flippant agreement, but that only makes the furrow in your partnerâs brows deepen even more. âI know I know. But donât you think the inmates deserve something a lilâ special today? I mean, he-â Pointing at the grainy CCTV footage on your computer screen - showing one, Ryomen Sukuna, in his padded cell. Watching. Waiting. â-didnât get a single visitor all year.â
And before Nanami can even think to open his mouth, youâre already dusting down your uniform. Grabbing the bowl of candy propped between you two that youâd swiped from the break room.Â
âWait-â
âAfter all, whatâs the worst that could happen?â
Now, youâve always been told that youâre a little softer than most when it comes to your inmates - which perhaps wasnât the best quality to have when your section was filled to the brim with the most infamous of yakuza and serial criminals. But they respected you. Hell, Nanami loved to roll his eyes at this one but - you think they almost liked you.
Especially Ryomen Sukuna.
You shiver at the long, long list of crimes of his that you had to memorize in your early days - distinctly remembering the way your laptop had crashed with just how far you had to scroll.Â
Honestly, you werenât surprised that the most wanted crime boss across the globe wouldnât get anything other than public threats and a few snarling officers that laugh smugly in his face. Though, you have had to sift out a few perfumed fan mail from time to time.Â
And even before youâd started this job, you knew of him - who didnât?Â
The King of Curses, they called him. And what a king he was.
Some say he was just a crook. Others say he was a beast that seemed like he had four arms and twice the power of any normal human being.Â
Right before his arrest, the Curses owned half of Japanâs revenue - he was untouchable. With his deceivingly innocent signature pink hair, those circling tattoos all across his body, and the dark, dark bloodthirst to get whatever he wanted. Whenever. And fast.Â
Itâd made international news when he was finally caught - only after a long, agonizing syndicate war between himself and the Six Eyes. It was your first day working here, and you were there to spy it firsthand when he was brought in. Shackles clanking along the metallic prison floor, towering well above the eight officers by his side, being hauled into that specialized cell like some animal.Â
And, yet, through it all Sukuna was smiling - smiling like he knew something that everyone in this building didnât.Â
It still burns into your memory the way heâd stopped right in his tracks for the first time on his way up here, stalling for just a second. Two. Before looking right into your widened eyes, devilish grin only growing at your trembling figure.
Ryomen Sukuna had his eyes on you from the moment those handcuffs locked him in here.Â
And he still did.
âHey there, Kuna-â youâre humming after the long, tedious task of unlocking all sixteen padlocks on his heavy metal door. It clamors to a shut behind you with a deafening clang! Locked from the inside. With him. Alone. âHow are we doing today?â
Sukuna was sat on the padded floor of his cell, knees brought up to his broad chest. If you didnât know any better, youâd have said he almost looked like a scolded child - had it not been for the custom-made metal cuffs that restrained him up to his very forearms. A matching leather muzzle drawn tight to cover half of his pretty face.Â
He was the very epitome of all you should stay away from in this prison.Â
And, yet, you find yourself walking towards him, carefully trying not to step on the hefty chains of his shackled ankles.Â
It surrounds you like an iron serpent, clinking lightly when heâs raising his half-lidded eyes to look up at you. âHeh- will it reduce my sentence if I say sâbetter now that youâre here, brat?âÂ
Sukunaâs deep baritone was husky with disuse, hitching sharply at the end of his sweet little nickname for you. From what little you could make out behind the muzzle, you catch the slow, sultry curl of his plump lips. âOr should I say-â His gaze trickles down to your glinting golden badge, narrowing. â-officer.â
Youâre rolling your eyes, âYou and I both know weâre past all that, Sukuna.â
âNot past that enough, dontcha think?â heâs cracking his neck with a slight tilt side by side, as if he hadnât even realized how long heâd been sitting here until youâd wandered your way inside. Cocking his head up slightly at the small glass bowl still clutched in your hands, âSomethinâ sweet from someone sweet fâme?â
âOh-â youâre sputtering out. He knew exactly what buttons to push to tease and toy with you without even lifting a finger. â-yes, trick or treat! Since itâs Halloween I thought I might as well share the spirit.â
Heâs bellowing out a husky laugh that rumbles from deep within his chest, and you have to tear your eyes away from the slight, sinful sliver of tan skin that peeks out at the jostle of his thin cotton t-shirt.Â
You hated to admit it - but you almost understood exactly why Sukuna got so many fan letters that you had to throw out. A secret youâd whispered to Nanami over break and then never again after he fully ignored you for a week afterwards.Â
Sukuna takes his languid time stretching out his limbs, and you get the distinctly hot feeling that heâs doing this on purpose. One eye cracked to watch your every jolt when the hem of his t-shirt raises just a bit too high, when his long, long legs nudging lightly against your feet.Â
You huff, âWell, would ya like some or not? Because I can just give all of it to Mahito in the next cell-â
âAh, youâre so damn hot when youâre mad.â he grins, and now you know heâs having fun with you. âFuckinâ demanding, too.âÂ
Heâs bringing up his two firmly restrained arms up to your line of vision. âAnd, I donât know if youâve noticed, silly girl, but mâa little ah- preoccupied, here.â
Oh, right.Â
Shit.Â
It wouldâve been so easy to just move your fingers over to the keys in your backpocket and unlock his handcuffs for the slightest second. So easy to shut his cocky mouth up by doing the very things he knows he wonât goad you into doing.Â
But you sneak a glimpse up at the camera positioned at the very corner of the room - trained on the hunched over-figures of the two of you - as if to say, âHey, see, Nanami?âÂ
âNice try.â And you swear you hear the great Ryomen Sukuna gasp - gasp - a sharp, tiny inhale when you reach out towards the very back of his muzzle. Your fingers scratching up lightly against his silken tresses as you feel for the clasp, letting it fall to the ground in a sad pile. Soft - itâs the first thing on your mind, and the next was how unfairly attractive Sukuna looked without his muzzle. âBut youâre not going anywhere.â
He just beams up at you, showing off his slightly sharpened canines. Facial tattoos almost as sinful as the darkened glint in his eyes, âHeh- as if Iâd wanna go absolutely anywhere else right now.â
Before you can snap back - or more likely, make a fool out of yourself to his amusement - he cranes his neck desperately upwards. âSo? Jusâ gonna stand there givinâ me a pretty view or what?â
Too soon, youâre realizing what he wants.
And too readily, youâre crouching down till youâre eye-level with his greedy gaze. Hastily unwrapping one of the candies, âOpen wide.â
Sukuna only grins. âGet closer would ya? Mânot a fuckinâ giraffe now, am I?â
Fuck.Â
Wordlessly, you inch closer.
âCloser. These chains arenât as long as they look yâknow.â
And closer.Â
âJust a bit more- I donât bite. Promise.â
And-Â
âGood girl.â
Before you know it - Sukuna has you exactly where he wants you. Losing your fragile balance to topple over into his awaiting lap, manspread, cushioning your fall. His biceps flex against his restraints, as if some second nature of his wanted to wrap those tattooed arms around your waist.
âI-â youâre gasping, palms gliding over his feeble uniform. Feeling every curve and divot along his hard front- fuck, he felt like a wall of bricks. So toned underneath that fabric, your chin rests softly on the valley between his plush pecs. âIâm so sorry- I didnât mean to-â
âSâperfect though, isnât it?â heâs cutting you off, leaning in so close now that you could feel your cheeks heat with each of his feverish puffs of air. The very tip of his nose kissing yours. âNow you can reach me- honestly, why complain when life gives ya lemons, woman.â
Your breath hitches, âIâŠâ
âSo? Gonna gimme some of that sweetness?â
Youâre still unsure of whatâs happening. And all you can do is to wordlessly bring the sweet treat up to his lips, almost flinching when the warm softness of his lips brush up against your fingertips.Â
And shit, you know what it must look like on the outside, you know that Nanamiâs probably halfway through jumping out of his seat at the surveillance office already.Â
But you really canât bring yourself to think about that right now - not when Sukunaâs wrapping his rosy lips around your fingers. Eyes drooping shut slowly. Lazily. Lingering longer than necessary when his tongue swipes at the candy.Â
It all but melts in your hand, and as soon as youâre about to pull back-
âHold right there fâme now.â
Youâre sure if Sukunaâs hands were freed then heâd have claimed a strong grip on your wrist already, because he was just nuzzling his face into your touch. Sighing out, âCanât have my officer all dirty now, can I?â
His long, pink tongue comes up to just drag along your digits, making you keen at the slight scratch of his soft taste buds. One by one. Each of your fingers. Sucking, groaning.Â
Smiling at you slyly, heâs dragging his tongue in between your index and your middle finger, slurping up all the sweetened candy from before. âWhat? Cat got yer tongue?â
âY-you-â
âY-y-y-you-â he mocks, baritone voice a few octaves dramatically higher than usual. Through his smirk, Sukuna bites down on the very tip of your index, making you wince at the sharp sting of his canines. âIf ya got somethinâ to say then spit it out like the big girl you are.â
Heâs so leeringly smug, watching back as you struggle to meet his intense gaze as if it was his favorite show. Oh, how he wants to tease you about that little good girl routine you put whenever you stop by his cell - always smiling, always in that snug uniform that made you look so irresistible, always talking to him so sweetly as if he wasnât the king of curses himself.
Never in his life would he admit it, but it was soâŠcute.
And Sukuna half-expects you to jump back this very second, to throw another one of your pouts his way and scamper off back to the safety of your office. He expects you to-
âKiss me.â
Oh.Â
Fuck.
That was not what Sukuna expected - never in the hundreds of years he was sentenced to rot in this prison.
But, well, looking down at the way you were splayed out so prettily on his lap - your chin jutting forwards, hands steadied on his pecs, glossed-up lips all pursed for him - how could he ever say no?
In a split-second, heâs kissing you.Â
And youâre kissing him back and fuck- is it intoxicating.
Sukuna meshes his lips against yours so slowly, savoring. Angling his head just enough to suckle on your honeyed lips, youâre feeling his hips gently buck upwards, drinking up your light groans.Â
You mewl when he slides his soft tongue between your lips. And thatâs when you learn that Sukuna has a tongue piercing, cold and metallic against your lips. He tastes so sweet - exactly like the artificial strawberry from the sweet earlier and-
âHah-â youâre gasping at the soft clink! of something sweet, something hard being placed all prettily right in the middle of your tongue - the candy. Brows raising, âIsnât that-â
âSo what if it is?â heâs grunting, not letting you part too far away before sitting up even straight to surge his lips against yours. Mellow. Addicted. Sukuna just loved how sweet you were on him - even more so than that godforsaken candy. Heâs craning upwards to nip lightly at your bottom lip, âGot a problem?â
You were so pliant on top of him, swiveling your hips down lazily at his question instead of answering. Over and over. And Sukuna almost finds it in himself to taunt you until you answer- before one manicured hand of yours grips his face, letting his sharp jaw slack open.Â
Only giving the candy a few drippingly wet swirls inside your mouth before spitting - a thick wad of candied spit right onto Ryomen Sukunaâs tongue. Glistening against his piercing.
And he takes it.Â
Surprisingly, hypnotically takes it.Â
He groans, eyes rolling to the back of his head when he mouths in that tiny piece of strawberry candy back. You hear the crunch! of it underneath his teeth, kissing you even deeper to show off how heâd swallowed every tiny shard. Â
Curling his legs around your form, itâs all it takes for his gaze to drop half-lidded, chest panting - heaving - he smiles a dangerous curve of his lips against yours.Â
Sharp teeth glinting against your own, he chuckles. âI think weâre gonna have a lot of fun, dontcha think, brat?â
You can only take it when he rolls his yearning hips up into yours. You feel so dizzy at the massive outline of his half-hardened cock underneath you - solid, thorough inches girthing upwards against your heated cunt.Â
âBut first-â His teeth bite down on your lower lip, and he pulls. â-think mâgonna hafta hah- teach ya to be a good girl fâme.â
Clang!
All of a sudden, the heavy ripping of metal rings across your dazed head - and Sukunaâs just tearing apart his durable metallic handcuffs as if they were made of nothing but paper.
âWhat-â you gasp rubs over where the tough restraints had rubbed his skin redly raw, oh he just basks in all your sputtering disbelief. âYou could remove it- but- but that was special grade?â
âYa really thought a pile of trash like that would keep me put? Of course, I could fuckinâ get out, donât be silly, woman.â He quirks a slitted brow with genuine confusion - almost as if he was offended at the very thought. And before you know it, Sukunaâs throwing away the useless pieces of junk towards a nestled corner of the cell - hitting exactly on the bullseye of that damn CCTV he hated so much. Both of you watch when it topples brokenly to the ground. He hums, low and sultry, âI just hadnât found a good ânough reason until now.â
Almost immediately, his hands are on you. Everywhere. Anywhere.
Coaxing such pretty whines out of you when Sukuna ravages along every inch of your body, large calloused palms kneading down your tits, your waist, grabbing a handful of your ass.Â
âOhh- this sâthe life.â he groans, all ten of his thick digits squeezing and teasing you. Heâs leaning down to nip lightly at your ear lobe, âAlmost makes me forget what a naughty girl ya actually are.â
âIâm not-â you answer immediately, but it comes out much more breathless than you intended and both of you know that.Â
âOh yeah?â Sukuna jostles the two of you so that youâre fully laid out across his hulking body now, and youâre squirming already - desperately trying to wiggle your hips down to where he was throbbing. To glide the sopping wet place between your thighs down his rock-hard erection. For this, youâre gifted with a branding slap! on the curve of your ass, Sukuna holding you firmly in place. âDoesnât explain why youâre already sâfuckinâ wet like a slut, my pretty baby.â
You lick up the tattoo on his chin, âBut- but Kuna-â
Another needy grind - another smack.
âNow what did I jusâ fuckinâ say?â he hisses, and the primal rasp in his tone just makes you drenched.Â
And Sukuna notices - of course, he notices. Drunken red eyes widening, oh, he could almost feel how fucking soaking you were through all those clothes. Too many clothes, in his opinion.
Which is why he has one hand fisting furiously at your smart uniform shirt, not a single word or apology uttered before he just shreds it right off your heaving chest.
âOh my god-â you squeal, your hands coming up to clutch at the tatters of fabric and your badge. And your lips pout out in such a way that makes his cock just twitch, mumbling out stubbornly, âThat was my new uniform-â
âSâwhat happens when ya get too greedy like this.â His knees raise up a bit more to rub your glissading cunt along the very curve of his fat tip. Just dragging your dripping cunt all along his bulging dick, reveling in the sticky schwf! schwf! schwf! of wet fabric. Sukuna gives an impatient tug on the fabric of your pants, âNow get rid of this before I tear that off, too.â
You couldnât shuffle out of your belt and trousers fast enough. And oh, even that wasnât enough for Sukuna - dazedly flinging off what remained of your shirt, your bra, before turning his eyes downwards and-
âOh, good girl.â he whispers at the sight of you in nothing but your flimsy excuse of panties. So soaked -Â translucent, even - your saturated juices making such a glossy mess at your inner thighs. He canât help but flick at the tiny bow on your underwear, leaning up to press a soft kiss to your forehead. âSuch a good girl, arenât ya?â
âK-Kuna-â youâre barely even thinking at this point, panting. âWanâ to feel youââ
Heâs tittering a breathy moan disguised as a laugh at this, bringing up a hand to cup your cheeks. âAwww, my pretty baby wants my cock?â he coos, squeezing in two of his thick fingers between your lips.
But if Sukuna was looking for an answer, then he doesnât wait for it.Â
A spit-glossed pout finds its way to his lips, mocking your own. And fuck, he was such a little tease. One hand giving your ass another slap! just to watch you whine and pretend that it didnât make your pussy even more embarrassingly wet - shit, he was having fun. The other pulling out from inside your mouth, delicate strings of spit snap when heâs gliding his coated digits down, down, down-
âOh-â you tuck your trembly head into the crook of his neck when Sukuna drags his thumb just across your puffed-up pussy lips. Slowly. Tantalizingly.Â
âOh?â he huffs out, licking his lips at just how steamingly wet you were inside. So ready for him. ââOhâ is all?âÂ
Sukuna plants another lingering smack on your ass, and by now youâre sure by now heâs left the bumpy imprint of all five fingers on your flesh. Tracing between your swollen folds gingerly with just the rounded tip of his finger up and down up and down. He gets greedy.Â
âDamn brat-â And itâs all the warning you get before he just forces two of his fat fingers into your messily throbbing pussy. Rubbing all around your tightly quivering entrance, âSâwhat I get for spoiling you too much.â
Thereâs no hiding from the way he stretches you open so obscenely, having your sloppy hole just gaping around his digits. All wet and cozy inside.
âOh- m-more-â you mewl.Â
But he only continues rubbing saturated little circles around your teasing entrance, humming hotly against your lips. âHmm, dunno. Think we hafta teach you some manners, silly girl.â And each of his fingers were so thick, stretching out the channel of your cunt until your mouth watered. Your body was limp, hips stuttering down softly into his hold - trying so uselessly to fuck yourself back down onto him, as if he wasnât easily holding you still with just one beefy arm around your waist. âHow about a âpleaseâ first?â
You scramble to dig your nails into his bulky deltoids, tracing around his circular tattoos peeking out. âP-please!â
âNuh uh-â he snickers. âNo stutterinââ
âPlease!â
Sukuna pretends to think for a few syrupy slow seconds. He nips down softly at the sensitive spots on your neck, having you trembling like a feather in his vice-like grasp. âHow about a âpretty pleaseâ?â
And oh, he grins at the way youâre almost on the verge of tears at this point, your pouty lower lip wobbly with effort. Trying so desperately to comply with the demands of your inmate, you buck your hips so that the soft mountains on his palm graze against your clit. Whimpering, âWh-what if I w-walked away right now, Kuna?â
âMy my, resorting to threats?â heâs whispering filthily in your ear. âNow I know youâre bluffinâ woman. Because I hngh- also know-â So smug when he tugs down the soft cotton of his pants just enough to let his achy cock spring free. âThat youâre gonna stay nâ beg fâme like the good girl you are.â
And you hated that he was right.
You hated that he was so big.Â
Hefty girth slapping up onto his abs with a wet smack! Sukunaâs red, rounded tip was so thick that you could feel your thighs clench, swiping up a glossy glide of precum onto his t-shirt. Drip! Drip! dripping along the crevices of his veins and down to his eager balls, those tufts of pink at his base. All his solid inches winked up at you glisteningly in the harsh cell light. Just waiting. Throbbing.Â
It made your mouth water.Â
So you finally answer, voice strained and breaking at the very end. âI- I wanâ you really badly, Kuna.â He sucks in a breath when you bat your teary lashes up at him, âPretty please?â
âMy good girl.â
At this very moment, the only other response you get is a sensual, slow drag of his fingers out of your cunt. The exact opposite of what you wanted - because, of course, this was Ryomen Sukuna. You whine, clawing desperately at his wrist to try and reel him back.
But he doesnât stop. Canât stop. Almost hypnotized in the way he brings his drenched fingers up into his mouth without a second thought. Sukuna moans at the taste. A glossy trail of your messy slick forms down the corner of his slurping mouth, and he throws his head back with a guttural, âOh fuck- sâsweeter than any of that hah- candy.â
Ah, that did it.Â
Only milliseconds later, youâre being spread all flat on the floor with one swift shove of Sukunaâs big arms, panties sliding easily down your shivering thighs. It really doesnât take much to have your dangling legs splayed out across his sculpted back, his own body shuffling down ravenously to come lips-to-lips with your puffy pussy.
And oh you can feel his smile against your dripping wet cunt, half-lidded eyes boring right up into yours. Long, pinkish tongue lolling out like he was utterly fucked - and if you angled your head just right you could see the way he was deftly spreading both of your swollen folds, the very tip of the hot muscle kissing wetly against your sloppy entrance.
âShiiiit-â your fingers tangle themselves in his rusty pink hair. Hips jittery and bucking up drunkenly against the cool surface to chase his hot mouth. âOh- ngh- Love havinâ your m-mouth on me- ngh-â
âGettinâ all mouthy wâme, huh? Arenât ya embarrassed to be absolutely ruined like this by a criminal like me?â he huffs out a bout of raspy laughter. âSâall because you decided to be a- fuck- a good- girl fâme, thatâs- what.â Struggling to even get out coherent sentences because he didnât want to part from your pretty pussy. Instead kissing all over again and again-
The bulbous metal stud of his tongue piercing thrashes up so filthily against your hot clit, coating the sensitive nub in all of his heady, swelteringly hot saliva.
And the only time youâre registering Sukuna break away just mere inches is to spit. Once. Twice.Â
Thumbing across the stream of see-through spit he just grins up at you in a way you knew to be a pussydrunken expression. Glassy eyes almost drooping shut, tiny dimples cratering at the very ends of his lips, the entire lower half of his face covered in a shiny sheen of slick. Drip! Drip! Drip! right onto the middle of your shamefully spread cunt.Â
âYa got me thinkinâ Iâd wanna live out my entire life sentences jusâ for a taste of this pretty pussy, woman.â
Roughly lapping with his tongue against your clit, each one pulling out crashing waves of white-hot pleasure that make you all but sob when Sukuna unabashedly adds in his fingers past your gummy hole.
âYou can take it-â he hushes out uncharacteristically soothingly into your inner thighs, peppering soft, open-mouthed kisses along them. âTake âem fâme.â
Sukuna isnât shy about immediately dragging his fingers along your sopping wet folds. Starting up a ruthless, simpering pace thrusting inside and out of your drooling entrance has you whining. Â
âOh.â your mouth slack-jaws open deliriously, and for the second time tonight you feel like youâre being absolutely split-apart on his thick fingers. Splaying out a hand to glide across your tummy, âYou- hngh- you already feel s-so deep, Kuna.â
Your words were cracking with a whimper each time heâs delving into your gushing depths. Building you up, wringing you taut with pleasure whenever he picked up the pace. Alternating between harsh sucks on your cunt and the absolute meanest of swipes against the spongy placeholders of your sweet spots.Â
âAlready?â he has the audacity to cackle - cackle right in front of your teary face. âMâbarely even f-fingering this pussy nâ you wanna talk about deep- lemme show ya-â He spares not even the tiniest ounce of mercy when hauling your boneless body even closer. Brows furrowing at the knocking of his chin at the very base of your cunt, the way his jaw grinded. Sukuna replaces the hand on your stomach with his own free one, guiding it up, up, up until your eyes widened and you could feel your breath tightening in your chest.Â
âHere.â Drawing a burning, imaginary line about halfway through - âHere is where my cock sâgonna be so ya better get- better get ready for that, pretty baby.â Looking right in your eyes, Sukunaâs tone is laced with a vicious sort of snarl when he plows on, âBecause my good girl sâgonna be able to take it.â
And youâd heard of the type or orgasms that leave you speechless, that leave you so blindsided that you donât even realize youâre having them.
Because it takes only a few more expert tweaks of Sukunaâs lengthy fingers up against every nook and crevice of your. Scissoring, swirling - round and round until he was dredging up your dizzying orgasm.Â
âOh my god- I think Iâm-â your words are garbling together pathetically, wet and as unsteady as each jolt of electricity running down your spine. âIâm-â
âCumming.â heâs cutting through, tugging you by the thighs even closer to make out impossibly deeper with your convulsing pussy. Rolling his eyes, âI know I know, just shut up nâ cum all over my mouth would ya?â
Itâs not like you could do anything else.Â
And - as a little punishment - your grip tightens searingly on his scalp, just dragging your drooling pussy all over his pretty features. Letting yourself gush all down his tongue in a steady trickle while you ride him to your heartâs content.Â
âHeh- getting so fuckinâ- hngh- fucking greedy, arenât ya?â he mutters out over wet slurps. Still hammering in the pads of his fingers to press up harshly into your bulging sensitive spots. âSâalright. Use me then, use me-âÂ
Your back arches almost painfully, vision tinging with slight black at the edges, and itâs as if you were out of control at this point.Â
âNow now, what do you think youâre doinâ huh?â he feeds into each of your stuttering, slick glides down into his palm while you come down from your high. Eyes narrowing down at you, âAnd here I thought you were turninâ into my- hah- g-good girl. Where are those hands going, huh?â
Shit, you didnât even realize it at first.
Your hands are wandering so sluttily down to where his thickened base was just twitching in his lap. Aching to wrap your trembly fingers wrapping around him - struggling to even close.Â
âOh- oh my god.â your eyes widen after a few sloppy drags of your soft palm down his length. Curving it slightly to the side at the sight of another one of his signature ringed tattoos - right around his fat base. âYou have another tattoo here?â
Sukuna clenches his jaw, hips rutting upwards at a sloppy staccato in synchronization with his hands and yours. âYeah- nâ I already know you love it-â he shudders out, chest panting. â-because I can already feel just how much wetter ya got- shit-â
With all of his almost-inhuman strength, itâs almost too easy for Sukuna to drag your body downwards to his like some silly little ragdoll.Â
âKunaââ youâre dragging out in a breathy tone. Your hands shakily tugging on his t-shirt - your mind finally clear enough to realize that he was still fully clothed while you bare and fucked-out already underneath him. âWanâ this off-â
Smack!
âForgettinâ your place, arenât ya, pretty baby?â he growls, but fuck did Sukuna think you looked so utterly gorgeous like this. All pouty and teary, letting out the cutest whines while you waited for him to do exactly what you said.Â
And, well, he might be the notorious king of curses, the most wanted criminal in all of Japan - but that didnât mean that Sukuna was any match for you.Â
âMâonly listeninâ because you were so f-fuckinâ good fâme hngh- earlier, brat.â he spits out. Hastily ridding himself of both that paper-thin t-shirt and pants - not tearing, you note with slight disgruntlement. Kissing your ass with another smack of his palm for good measure. You wince when he flicks your forehead, âSo ya better not let it get to that pretty lilâ head of yours.â
But fuck, was it so difficult not to.Â
Sukuna was so mouth-wateringly gorgeous, all sculpted muscle and what looked to be miles upon miles of tanned skin that you just wanted to bite into. And you realize - with a jolt - that when those other inmates rumored he had tattoos everywhere - they werenât lying. Thick, circular rings that highlight his bulging biceps, those toned thighs as far as your eye could see.Â
Now you really understood the fan mail.
Smack! Smack! Smack!Â
Those drippingly wet smacks this time didnât come from Sukunaâs hands on your ass - instead, it was from calculated, purposeful little slaps of his thick cock onto your clit.
âHeh, as much as I love to have my- ngh! my cute lilâ officer ogling me-â His hand coming up to curl around your throat, forcing you to peer downwards. â-Iâd rather you look where it r-really matters, silly girl.â
He sounded so proud - barely lucid already at the very sight of your tight, glistening hole kissing up against his fat tip.Â
Dragging a thumb down your wet slit to grin at the size difference even further, he purrs, âYeahâŠthis pussy has been givinâ me a real treat tonight. Might as well give her one back, hm?â
And heâs so big, so full that you canât even whine out anything coherent when Sukuna sinks into your sloppy cunt inch by fucking solid inch. Pushing past that ring of feeble resistance, your pussy was greedily swallowing up every bit of his massive girth. Letting out the cutest squelches that make him moan.Â
âOh- would ya look at that?â he bares his teeth in a devilish smile. Head thrown back at how youâre already clamping and trying to milk him with your velvety walls. âTakinâ me so well, ya really are such a good girl, huh?â
Each and every hoarse little praise is panted raggedly against your ear, and your pussy slides up and down his swollen shaft in a sultry back and forth. And Sukuna just canât tear his eyes away from the way your cunt swallows him up so greedily - so frantically like you were trying to milk something delicious out of him.
âKuna- hngh!â your thighs quiver up and down. Hips moving in slow gyrations against how he was rummaging all inside you. âY-youâre stretching me out so good ah-â
Heâs still trying to squeeze inside, still pushing and pushing. Pressing a hand down on your stomach, âTold you Iâd be right-â Bottoming out. Hard. â-here.â
Each and every juttering ram into your gooey depths have you keening, and his eyes growing even wilder. Grin curling upwards at how every kiss of the very tip of his rotund cock has your spongy cervix bouncing into him, your walls pulsing where he swipes inside. Looking for-
âFuck!â
That.Â
âHeheh- hope ya can take it, brat. Because once I start-â he presses hot peck after peck down your jaw. âI canât stop.â
You learn very quickly that that wasnât a threat - it was a promise.Â
Every plunge into your melty pussy has you almost bawling, because Sukuna wasnât gentle - no, he doesnât even ease you into it. The soft curve of his head presses in so harshly against your bulging g-spot, so thoroughly in rough, wet glides. Each single hammer upwards sinking against wherever drove out the prettiest moans from your pouty lips, having you such a shaky mess underneath of him.Â
Exactly how heâs been wanting you this past year in confinement.
âW-what-â you sputter out, dragging your nails across his neck to mash your lips onto his. Tasting the candy and you and the candy- âThis past year?â
Oh. Shit.Â
âHeheh- did I say that out loud?â Sukuna rumbles, struggling to catch his breath while he swallows back each keened-out whimper threatening to break out from his lips. He gives your tongue a slow, tasteful suck. âWhoops- hah fuuuuck- you see what this pussy does tâme?â
He brings one large hand down to your jittery hips, the other drawing a tender stripe across your still-sensitive clit. That heavenly feeling just makes you clench, and Sukuna to throw his head back with a withering groan. âSâfuckinâ dangerous- youâre more fuckinâ dangerous than me- hah-â
You giggle at the way he was running his mouth now, sentences slurring together like he couldnât even find the words.Â
âYou see this-â he pants, so sensitive that Sukuna canât help but tuck his face into the crook of your neck. And you feel the burning flush of his cheeks, the way he brings your hand up to pat his plush pec, thumping thunderously underneath his heated skin. â-got me fuckinâ crazy here- ngh! Mâon my knees for you nâ youâre all here actinâ like such a good girl.â
As he babbles, Sukuna actually falls back onto his knees.Â
Dragging you right along with him to spearhead his cock vertically into your snug channel, his powerful thighs are thrusting up, up, up-
âOh-â Youâre wrapping your arms tightly around his neck when faced with another stinging smack! And this time he takes the opportunity to roll his fat thumb even deeply against your clit. âSâso-â
Sukunaâs eyes were half-lidded now, grumbling out little profanities into your mouth. âWhat? Canât even speak now?â He chuckles - but it sounds higher-pitched, breathless like he was fucking losing it. âDoesnât- ngh- doesnât matter- this cunt is speakinâ ânough for the both of ya. Why dontcha act like my good girl nâ ask what sheâs sayinâ?â
God, your face burned with such mortification - and itâs all you can do to dart a bleary look towards that smashed CCTV camera once more. Gulping out a breathy, âWh-what is she ah- sayinâ, Kuna?â over those deafening squelch! squelch! squelches.Â
He positively beams, âSheâs sayingâŠâ Nipping down on your lower lip, tasting that familiar strawberry on your tongue. â-that right about now sheâs gonna cum.â
And sure enough, a particularly harsh clashing glide across your g-spot has you sobbing, has you twitching - it has you cumming. Over and over all over Sukunaâs relentless cock, and not just that-
âShit, woman.â Sukuna stares, jaw-dropped in awe at the absolute mess your overwhelmed cunt was gushing out. Coating his erratic thighs in a wet gleam of all your juices, it seeps into his skin, dripping down the curve of his legs and onto the padded floors. âFuckinâ squirted all over me, youâre fuckinâ ah- unreal- fuckââ
If he couldnât maintain that gruff tone of it thatâs because he was genuinely in heaven. Mouth watering, achy cock twitching up into the cushiony sides of your walls once.Â
Before heâs shooting such a sloppy load into your already-messed-up pussy, dumping out thick volumes of seed again and again. It sloshes in all over your insides with every quivering wave of your own orgasm, seeping out from the edges of your sopping slit. Slobbering. Overspilling.Â
Sukuna grunts, feeling you shift gingerly up and down to milk each of his stringy ribbons of cum, leaving sinful dredge after dredge that paints a creamy white ring around his base.Â
âFuckinâ wastinâ it-â heâs jeering, plugging in one of his indexes into your already fully-stuffed entrance. âBetter keep that shit all inside- mânot gonna let my good girl waste it, mâkay?â
âMhm.â you nod, your drowsy body leaning heavily into his. And Sukuna wraps both his strong arms around you to just pin you to his body. âMight jusâ be the best Halloween Iâve ever had-â
âIt fuckinâ better be or so help me-â
SLAM!
âYo, King of Curses~â both of you snap your heads over to the sudden intruder thatâd just crashed the bolted cell door open. He was tall, enveloped by the harsh light from behind - but you could make out those features anywhere. Any guard in this prison could. Throwing over a heavy leather jacket Sukunaâs way, âI tried to wait until your pillowtalk was over but Nanamin can only hold off the bastards on morning shift for so long. So ah chop chop, Suguruâs already waiting for us.â
Gojo Satoru.
Leader of Six Eyes, foe of Ryomen Sukuna.Â
Looking at you like he wanted to positively devour you, âOr, well, if your cute lilâ officerâs coming, too, then we could continue this when we get back to the hideout. Donât you think, sweetheart~â
And Sukuna, oh Sukuna was scowling ever so slightly at the otherâs words - but he only had eyes for you. âSo, whaddaya say, brat?â
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In the hazy haven of the surveillance room, Nanami lets out a deep shudder. Head thrown back against his leather chair, he takes a few bleary moments to collect his breath.Â
âFuckâŠâ he groans, placing that small handheld camera monitor on the table. A secret one. One that no one working in this prison building - and least of all you - knew about. All of that had been an accident, really - an unintentional part of the plan. But the way that Nanami has to drag his boxers upwards, zipping his uniform pants back up wasnât.Â
Taking a steadying gulp, he throws away that soiled tissue. Fingers punching in a few numbers on his phone, all according to his rehearsed script. âYes, hello?â watching the monitor unwavering. Unsurprised. âWe might have a situation.â
A/N. *BAM* hits you with random plottwist.
Plagiarism not authorized.
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Domain expansion, magical orgasm
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sukuna may be dead but my pussy still beats for him.
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skin (AU)
angst! satoru gojo x y/n
mentions of! self harm, break up, smut, mentally unstable reader, cheating (possibly more)
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satoru thrusted roughly inside of you, he had you pinned down hard onto the bed, not allowing you to move. causing you to scream and moan in discomfort. but something felt off. he wasnât spilling sweet nothings into your ear like usual. instead all that came out his mouth were a few grunts here and there. and he was being oddly rough, not in a kinky way, in a way he was hurting you. sex is supposed to be making love to your partner, but there was no love going on here. it seemed like you were being used as nothing but pure stress relief right now. âfuck.â he murmured once he came inside you. satoru wasted no time in pulling out and getting dressed. what was going on? he silently put on his clothes with a cold look on his face. the blue ocean eyes you once knew, quickly became lifeless grey ones. who was this man that stood before you? breaking the silence he finally spoke, ây/n.â the room was quiet and dark. you could only see satoru through the gleaming moonlight. slowly sitting up, covering your exposed body with the sheets, your voice choked, âbaby, whats wrong?â never in your entire relationship with satoru have you felt the need to cover your nude body around him. he made you feel so beautiful, so loved. but now only insecurity came over you. the look in his eyes now had no love, they almost looked shameful. like he felt ashamed for fucking you right now.
silence. satoru had now put on his shoes, clearly he was leaving. âlets end things y/n.â hearing those words come out of his mouth shattered your heart into a million pieces. why? how could he leave you like this? after everything you two have been through? after mentally and physically healing you? how selfish could he be? anger, confusion, and sadness came over your body. âdonât do this, please satoru.â you trembled, however managed to swallow the tears. you wouldnât cry infront of him, not now. he leaned closer to you and cupped your face with one hand, caressing your cheek with his thumb. âi have feelings for someone else. im sorry. i didnât want it to end this way.â with that being said he grabbed his things and left, leaving you with so many questions and thoughts. tears came rushing out of your eyes. tears turned into sobs, and sobs turned into wails. your mind suddenly went to a dark place it used to be in. you turned your attention to the cabinet drawer next to your bed. there it was. your body froze before picking it up. you winced and clenched your hand as the razor sliced your wrist. you watched as the blood dripped down onto the white bedsheets leaving a puddle of blood. oh how you missed this. the comfort it brought. the physical pain washed over you, pushing the mental pain away. the more the razor cut your skin, the more relief you felt. but you knew the feeling was only temporary. just like satoruâs love for you.
hours has passed and you stayed in bed. you were still naked, havent moved a inch. after crying so much, you felt somewhat numb, but tears kept streaming. the pain from your wrists still stung, the cuts were pretty deep. however you didnt even bother to clean up the mess so the bloody razor remained as well as the blood on your skin. satoru gojo offically had blood on his hands.
authors note! to the people who read this, should i keep going with the story? and i wanted to mention if there are any errors im sorry, english isnât my first language :) ! i apologize for the overuse of the pronouns such as he, him, you, etc. i really wanted to show the readers pov. i hope you guys like this as much as i enjoyed writing it, much love <3
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