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LOVESICK SATORU GOJO! who just couldn’t stop turning his eyes towards you during class. watching your furrowed bros in thought of something Yaga said. he couldn’t care less though. he thinks you look beautiful deep in thought.

LOVESICK SATORU GOJO! who constantly yaps about you to suguru and shoko who tell him to shut up whenever ( he never listens though ) but he continues to go on a rant about how your the most perfect person he’s ever seen, he’s ever known.

LOVESICK SATORU GOJO! who is somehow stuttering mess whenever you speak to him. finding himself tripping over his words like a lovesick Highschool girl. his mind races in thought of trying to impress you with witty jokes.

LOVESICK SATORU GOJO! who later regrets ever saying anything when he revisits your conversations. groaning into his pillow as a light blush dusts his cheeks at the image of you laughing at his joke.

LOVESICK SATORU GOJO! who personally helps you in mastering your CT. who can’t bare to watch suguru try help you. ever since he found you training with suguru, he finds himself annoyed at the very thought of someone else touching you. his fists clenching as he sees suguru swiftly save you from falling, a dashing smile on his face.

LOVESICK SATORU GOJO! who subtly tries to show you his feelings through heartfelt gifts. an expensive bouquet of pink roses ( your favourite, though you never told him, he found out through shoko but insisted he just guessed correctly to further impress you ) or even small treats after a mission.

LOVESICK SATORU GOJO! who loves seeing you happy after beating him in a game at the arcade you and your friends usually go to after school ( even though your horrible bad at the game, he doesn’t ever want to see you sad over losing )

LOVESICK SATORU GOJO! who only ever realises he likes you when Yaga brings it up. his teacher commenting that he bets you’ve taken up satoru’s mind from the amount of times he’s caught him staring at you.

LOVESICK SATORU GOJO! who rushes out the class at his newfound discovery, his heart beating aggressively against the cage of bones in his chest.

LOVESICK SATORU GOJO! who promises to tell you the next day. planning a great confession. he has what he says noted down on pen and paper, perfecting it so he won’t mess up ( but he has a slight inking he will. you’ve only ever been the one person to make satoru stumble over his words and forget them mid sentence )

LOVESICK SATORU GOJO! who stays up that night. unable to find respite in sleep, he stares at the ceiling mulling over thoughts of what may happen tomorrow after he does what he plans.

LOVESICK SATORU GOJO! who prays that you feel the same for him all throughout the night and through the morning classes. so much so that suguru is cackling in laughter after satoru tells him what he’s been doing for the last few hours.

LOVESICK SATORU GOJO! who waits for you after your mission at the steps to the school his feet aimlessly kicking at stray rocks on the ground, his white hair flying in the breeze.

LOVESICK SATORU GOJO! who finally lets out a sigh he didn’t know he was holding in when he sees you emerge from the many steps, your feet light on the ground so much so that if anyone were not blessed with the six eyes like him, they wouldn’t have even heard you.

LOVESICK SATORU GOJO! who is silent for s long time, studying the face he’s come to adore and love so much. you stare up at him, confused and waiting, a stray hair lies on your cheek and he thinks he’s never seen you more beautiful looking than now.

LOVESICK SATORU GOJO! who blurts out his feelings in one go, blushing red by the end of it, his eyes burning behind his black sunglasses.

LOVESICK SATORU GOJO! who waits for what you say, only to be taken aback when he finds you laughing at him. endless amount of giggles escaping your pretty lips, hes beyond confused ( he didn’t expect you to start laughing )

LOVESICK SATORU GOJO! who turns away, slightly saddened that you didn’t return his feelings before you pull him into you, leaning up to kiss him lightly on the lips. your soft lips slightly grazing his cheek as you pulls away, he sees the blush rising from your neck to your face.

LOVESICK SATORU GOJO! who is shocked when you admit to liking him back before you run away, further into the school and to the dorms he presumes.

LOVESICK SATORU GOJO! who’s feet are stuck to ground. he is in shock, he thinks. beyond bewildered and oh so so ecstatic.

LOVESICK SATORU GOJO! who’s fingers lightly graze his keeps, wishing he could stand in this moment forever. to forever ingrain the feeling of the almost bursting of his heart and the rush through his veins.

LOVESICK SATORU GOJO! who finally realises how lovesick he is for you.

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boynextdoor!gojo who swears that he's physically incapable of pulling out when he's fucking you

boynextdoor!gojo who absolutely talks you through it until you're a trembling mess

boynextdoor!gojo who always makes you taste yourself on his fingers

boynextdoor!gojo who makes it his life goal to keep you as addicted to him as he is to you

boynextdoor!gojo who isn't sure if you could call it a breeding kink- he just loves to cum deep inside your pussy

boynextdoor!gojo who will spend hours edging you just so he can feel you squeeze him like hell just before he loses all control

boynextdoor!gojo who doesn't even bother to buy condoms anymore

boynextdoor!gojo who seems carefree on the outside but is always thinking about the next time he gets to have you

boynextdoor!gojo who revels in the fact that he's pussy-whipped; he takes full advantage of how pliant you are; doesn't matter when or where

"say whatever u want about satoru but if a child handed him a fake phone he would answer it" ☎️🎶

no one is sexier than nanami kento taking his shirt off while ranting about his day at work. and yes, the pants are another story… anyways, so

it pisses you off how he isn’t even trying to be persuasive; he is literally unwinding after an awfully long day at work and you’re watching him while laying on your shared bed with a blanket thrown lazily over your figure.

nanami stands a few steps away, facing the open door of your shared closet whilst his fingers lazily drag over the holes with buttons in them, popping them out one by one. you bite your lip in excitement when he starts taking his shirt off, thick muscles of his back and shoulders flexing deliciously as he lets out a brief relieved sigh(as opposed to your very very bothered sigh).

you mindlessly hum to his rhetoric questions and agree with everything he says while your body chooses to invade nanami’s space, as if under magnetic pressure. kicking off the blanket, you take a few steps forward in time with him putting on his sleeping shirt and wrap your arms around his middle, face burying itself between his shoulder blades, breathing him in, deep.

kento’s movements come to a halt and he turns around in your hold, the corners of his lips curled up slightly as he gazes down at you fondly. so fondly that you even feel shamefully guilty for ogling him while he was ranting about an awful day, exhaustion seeping through his every word like the nasty thoughts about making him feel good through your brain ;))

actually @ every fanfiction writer whether you wrote something that got thousands of reblogs and comments and became a staple in your fandom, or you wrote one fic and deleted it, or you write mutilchaptered fics that never get a final update, or write short fics, or long fics, or used to write and now you don’t, or you deleted/orphaned your works, or you only share with friends:

thank you.

sharing your writing is hard. and sometimes it’s thankless. sometimes it’s such a negative experience that I wonder how anyone does it at all. but you are needed; you are wanted. whether or not we properly acknowledge it, you are a vital part of fandom culture. thanks for sharing.

suguru wasn't a fan of calling you a cow in a sexual sense, but the costume had him spinning, trying to find a word to fit what to say, but milking you like a cow and pumping you like one fit on theme with what you had on, and he didn't disappoint. 

"please, just a break." squeezing your eyes shut as his fingernails dug into your hips and his dick was deep inside of you, giving your insides no space to breathe as he dug inside of you.

your mouth hanging open, trying to catch your breath, along with begging him to slow down or stop for a little while so you could rebuild your stamina, but suguru was hearing none of it; he was locked in on fucking you right.

"suck." putting two of his fingers in your mouth while you struggled to suck them like he told you to, gagging around them, your mind on two different things. 

trying to control finishing on his dick again and sucking the hell out of his fingers like he wanted you too, you could feel his breath on your back and neck each time he pushed deeper inside of you, swallowing thickly as he felt your pussy cling onto him. 

"ah ah, suguru, slow down, please." the last word barely coming out as you clutched onto the bed sheets, his fingers now out of your mouth and your face on the mattress. suguru hands rubbing over your back to your head, pushing your face into the mattress. 

the bell around your neck giving off sharp ringing every time his hips clashed with your ass gave him more excitement along with encouragement to keep fucking you until he was tired, to fuck you until his soul disappeared.

your moans became more prominent as your lower half moved in harmony with his. as he fucked into you, you fucked right back, the struggle to breathe along with suguru's dick hitting your sweet spot just right. 

"there we go, just like that baby." his other hand slapping your ass repeatedly as his body tingled all over with pleasure, finishing inside of you, no plans on stopping. 

not caring about the consequences or how his body would be affected the next day, he was focused in on you in all your glory and fucking you like he hasn't seen you in days.

instead of him milking you like the cow you were dressed up as, you were milking him.

⌗ nanami kento & reader & higuruma hiromi + pussy eating + penetration + a bit of subby hiromi ⋆˙⟡

where the two find new ways to pleasure you ...

"spread your legs wider so omi can eat darling."

at kento's words, hiromi zoned in on your cunt, the sight he has been bequeathed with was like none other. the slight tremble of your legs as you readjusted your position followed by a whine, undoubtedly due to the fact that nanami's cock which filled your pussy well enough was now able to reach deeper.

"look at that baby... you've got a nice cock to cum on sweetheart." hiromi remarked, fingers passing over your clit once, twice, if only to see your little hole clench adorably on kento's cock.

a moan left your lips at hiromis actions. nanami grasping your legs to keep them open, the chilly air exposing your swollen clit and pussy full of nanami's cock. your cheeks warm, eyebrows furrowed, eyelids fluttering at the overwhelming pleasure.

"please..."

"your little pussy is making such a cute mess on my cock darling, it's creaming so pretty on my cock already sweetheart."

nanami notes as higuruma's tongue finally laved over your stuffed pussy, licking over the cream on the base of nanami's cock stuffing your cunt to the brim, all the way up to your clit, kissing it once before placing it in his mouth and sucking it. you could feel the tip of his nose touching the bulge nanamis cock left on your tummy. all the whilst high pitched moans, the filthy wet sounds of your pussy being devoured, the occasional grunt and the frequent praise from the way you clenched so tightly on nanamis cock was all that could be heard reverbrating throughout the room.

"oh that's it angel, such a greedy girl hm? you like my cock in your pussy while higu eats you out?"

"such a good boy hiromi, making her feel so good."

hiromi continues lapping at your folds, spread out to accommodate kento's girth. he places considerable emphasis on your jutting clit, flicking it with his tongue and sucking it in his mouth.

all the whilst kento unrelentingly thrusts his cock shallowly in and out, the pleasure all too overwhelming as whimpers and mewls left your lips. the telltale sign of your oncoming release you didn't doubt could be felt by nanami as your pussy gripped his cock ever so tighter.

"go ahead and cum sweetheart."

you rode out your strong waves of pleasure with their help, hiromi now rubbing your clit with his finger whilst lapping up your release dripping down nanami's cock and balls. which pushed nanami to his own release, flooding your pussy with his load.

"...thank you ken...thank you omi."

"go show omi how thankful you are baby."

nanami lifts you up by your hips, a little bit of his release smearing out of your little hole and places you on hiromis lap. you watch as he guides his cock into your hole, pushing in slowly as he feels on the brink of approaching his orgasm. lifting your hips, he thrusts up into you in pleasurable strokes and you wrap your arms around his neck, hiding your crimson face in his shoulder as he seeks his release, one that was quickly spurring you to your own. nanami had his cock in his hand, pumping it to hiromis thrusts, also rapidly approaching his release.

"feels so good baby, love your pussy."

"love you omi."

to which he cums, filling up your already stuffed pussy with his thick cum. you lay limp in hiromi's arms as he lifts your chin to press a sweet reassuring kiss on your lips. nanami now making his way over the bed to the both of you,

"did so good for us baby yeah? our good girl."

☆ sorry for the inconsistent usage of names was a little confused at times :( but yes i hope you like this kinda short drabble of sorts, reqs are open! reblogs are more than welcome <3

ᡣ𐭩 header by cafekitsune .

idk about u guys but jjk ended for me here <3

▸ ▸ the longer you keep it up, the harder you’re getting fucked :p - gojo satoru

synopsis: you make a bet, but your boyfriend is the one that needs to fulfill it. catch is, if he succeeds then you'll get half a grand, but if he can manage till his birthday, then you'll get even more. and before he settles on the bet, Satoru warns you with one promise he knows he will fulfill. because the longer the bet goes on, the harder you'll be getting fucked when he succeeds.

content: 11k words (what in the world). afab!/fem!reader, she/her pronouns. minors do not interact. half of gojo's pov mixed with yours, reader calls him baby girl, explicit smut — fingering, cunnilingus, creampie, squirting, unprotected sex but only because reader allows and satoru asks for permission, pet names (sweets, princess, babe), explicit language. Satoru gets morning wood and an erection during his meeting. Megumi and Tsumiki almost catch him in the kitchen, Satoru imagines reader in a dress, mentions of masturbation, satoru has a private album of photos/videos, soft!dom satoru, he cums multiple times — inside and on readers breasts.

happy birthday to my lover boy!!!! 🎉 (i posted this on his actual bday, but it got booted from the tags.... )

Satoru felt his vein pop. 

He should’ve known by the way you approached him, called out his name with an unusually cuter ring to his name — the one that left him usually helpless in your palm — to hear it, he’ll sacrifice the world. He should’ve known something was up your sleeves, when you pulled at the bottom of his shirt, playing with the hem as you looked up through your lashes.

Normally, he’ll never reject your advances nor your desires, especially when you were being this cute, but for this? 

Sometimes he needs to put his foot down — because you must be out of your mind.

How cruel of you to even ask him. Were the eight years of not being able to fuck each other not enough for you, that you just dared to ask him? 

“Absolutely not.” his voice was curt, short of the usual chime whenever he responded to you.

“Why? It’ll make it that much more exciting when December comes around, ‘Toru.” you hugged him tighter, looking up at him in hopes that it’ll get him to give in — it always worked. 

He had too, especially when almost half a grand was on the line. 

“It’ll perfectly align you know? since it’ll be your birthday then, as well…” you seduced while riding on your toes to have him look at you. 

“Do you want me to die?” Satoru cupped your face as he looked straight into your eyes, his large palms pushing your cheeks together, “and we’ve tried it, and guess what happened then?” 

“Well no…” your voice muffled through pouted lips, “b-but it’ll be different now! You’re older!” your grip loosened around his shirt, disappointed that he wouldn’t give in.

“If you know, then absolutely not,” he scoffed while letting go of your cheeks, his hands immediately finding your waists, pulling you closer to him, utterly offended you would even dare to pull back from him.

“and no it’s not. I failed then, I’ll fail again now. I’ll probably fail even worse than last time.”

“It’ll be so quick, the month will honestly fly by!” you quickly retorted, leaning your body onto his. 

“So you’re a liar now,” he crooked a brow, looking down at you with his jaws clenched from trying to stand his ground. Knowing he didn’t have the guts to really tell you no, especially when you looked so determined to succeed over something that had no means of any health benefits but potentially drive one insane — the experimental group? him — eight years prior when he tried the challenge.

conclusion: no nut november was unapplicable to one named Gojo Satoru.

Groaning into the crook of your neck, his breath gently ticking your skin, “I wanna be inside you all the time.” your boyfriend tended to always such perverse and ludicrous words with ease.

“D-don’t you think you’ll be so proud of yourself? We can do pilates or meditate together instead —” your voice stuttered from the sudden mesh of his lips on your skin and the gentle breeze of his breath coating your neck. 

Annoyed that you were continuing with this, Satoru lightly nibbled on your skin, smirking when he felt you jolt in his arms, “I’m perfectly content with who I am now, princess. How much more perfect can I get?” he peppered kisses up your jaws and softly kissed the edge of your lips. 

“... we can meditate together, become one soul and mind, through the art of sex. It’s good for you. You know like my cock inside you? How harmonic, how wonderful, how … much more rewarding can that get? Maybe we can finally try some new positions? Like those Kamasutra positions, Suguru sent me. He said that shit works. ”

“But ‘Toru —” you whined, the once animated chirp of your voice dissipated to nothing but disappointment and sadness at your boyfriend’s refusal to comply.

“Why are you pressing this so much?” Satoru furrowed his brows, absolutely confused as to why you would willingly be abstinent for not just one day, nor even a week, but for a goddamn month and a couple of days on top of it? 

“B-because…” you lightly bit onto your lips, hesitant to spill the truth. 

— flashback to a week prior.

“Say… have you and Satoru ever tried… you know… being abstinent for a bit?” she asked while twirling her straw around the rim of her glass cup. 

“Well,” sighing while resting your cheek on the palm of your hand, your body leaning onto the coffee table, “we did try once in college,” humming with a light gleam to your voice, “but he failed within that week.”

“I see…”

“What’s up?” You kindly smiled, questioning her motive of asking, “are you and Suguru okay?”

“Yea, we’re fine! A little too good, I would say,” she laughed, a light glimmer of her eyes sparkling just where the sun radiating above you both, shining down warmth to excite you for the words she was just about to say, “just wanted to fuck with him, a bit you know?”

“How so?” intrigued with her sudden confession, biting your lips in thoughts of maybe – just maybe – you felt the same. 

“November is falling soon, wanted to do the classic no nut challenge,” she shrugged before crossing her arms with her elbows resting on the table, “ wanted to see how far he could last…” rolling her eyes with a sigh, “he’s always so… so full of leisure. always teasing me when I know his nuts are about to bust.”

Giggling in response, “Well, if this makes you feel better, I have to get Satoru off me, or else he’ll cry.” Shaking your head, “you know, for being so similar to one another, they are weirdly so different.”

“Hey… do wanna make a bet?” her eyes gleamed, and her face contorted in excitement as she anticipatingly nibbled her lips.

“A bet?” 

——

“... I made a bet,” you mumbled while playing with your toes, you couldn’t help but wince at the scoff your boyfriend gave you.

“A bet? Like money? Didn’t know you had a gambling addiction.”

“Satoru, I’m being serious.”

“I am too,” clicking his tongue against his teeth while running his hand over this hair, “So you’re telling me you made a bet… and that has to do with Suguru and his girl because…?

“Well… it was to see who would last the longest,” nervously pursing your lips as you watched his vexed expression.

“...Are you serious?” your boyfriend deadpanned.

“Mhm…” you nodded, “very serious.”

“How much?”

“Five…”

“Five dollars, youre joking —” 

“Five hundred for the winner and an extra two hundred if you can last till your birthday…”

“And why is there an extra incentive for me?”

“Because… she didn’t think you’d be able to survive even a week, nor did Suguru when she texted him. Both thought it would be an easy win.”

"that dickhead," deeply sighing with his eyes firmly closed, “did you at least bet that I’ll win?” His fingers wrapped behind your back as he tiredly looked back at you.

“Of course!” you smiled, giggling while snaking your arms around his neck, “I know my boyfriend will win.” 

“you're lucky that you're cute,” Satoru crinkled his nose with a smile, “but, do you genuinely want to do this?”

“Mhm, Imma treat my baby girl out,” reciprocating the crinkle while lightly pinching his cheeks, giving him the softest smile as he slowly loses his resolve. 

“your baby girl, you say?” Satoru raised a brow while running his fingers against the plush of your lips.

“My own and only,” giggling while lightly prancing on your toes. 

Slowly releasing a deep breath before clicking his tongue against his teeth, Satoru accepted your proposal. “Don’t get mad at me when I push you off for being needy,” your boyfriend smirked while pinching your cheeks, “and no more special good morning wake-up calls, even if you beg, I won't give it to —"

Heat immediately radiating to your face, your heart thumping increasingly at the remembrance of Satoru’s cheeky morning relief — in between your thighs, lips kissing your inner skin as he trekked his way to your cunt that looked just so pretty for him.

“I’m the one that always pushes you off, stupid…” you softly murmured, “but yes! I just want us to succeed at least once, and plus… don’t you want to beat Suguru?”

“He’s the least of my worries, princess. Because I’m going to make you regret ever making this bet,” he softly threatened, his smile masked with a hint of depravity in his voice.

“Because the longer I hold on,” giving you a wink as he pushed you towards his room, “the harder you’re getting fucked when I win, angel.”

“W-why are we going to —” your lips were pressed upon his, your voice melting into the dichotomy of urgency but also ease as you drowned in his touch, “ ‘Toru!” moaning his name, chest huffing as you clung onto with your fingers raking his hair as your bodies dropped to the bed, “we s-still have to run errands.”

“Fuck those,” Satoru groaned into your neck, caving his face into the crevice as he pulled down his sweats, the bulge of his cock nodding in his briefs. Kneeling on the edge of his bed, his fingers fastidiously pulled your shorts off, throwing them onto the floor, urgently pulling your cute panties off to the side. Exposing your hardened bud as he placed a tender kiss on your clit, now wet with your juice,

“Your silly bet doesn’t start till tomorrow, so open up, gonna make full use of what’s mine.”

— Day one.

The morning felt oddly nice, a little too nice when the mornings were usually cold and dull. The winter breeze was just right as the leaves swayed by its lead, and Satoru was sleeping soundly following the rhythm of the wind gently blowing outside, with his limbs intertwined with his lover. Without a worry, as he slept with his breath steady, and chest rising and falling in a calm motion, from outside looking in, the view would've simply been a couple soundly sleeping during the early mornings. 

But underneath the sheets as both slept peacefully was his cock rudely poking at your inner thigh, his length pressing deeper in as he shifted in his slumber, lips murmuring what he was dreaming. 

Usually, it would be routine. Satoru would wake up first, reach over to bring you close as he wrapped his arms around your body, and then he’d take some time to admire you while you peacefully slept in his arms. Ten minutes thereafter, is when the suffocating discomfort of his dick became too unbearable, and the throbbing of his cock would prod him to anticipatingly lick his lips while making his way down the sheets. With his lips pecking small kisses down your body while his hands gently massage your curves, he’ll quickly station himself in between your legs, softly pushing your cotton panties to the side with his index finger. 

Hearing you shuffle and innocently moan out in your sleep, he’ll tenderly comfort you with a slight gruff to his morning voice, “shh baby, just sleep… it’ll feel good.” With his vacant finger spreading out your folds, the sticky sounds of your cunt slowly became more viscous the more he played with your pretty clit, the bud hardening with each stroke of his finger in and out of your pulsing hole.

His goal wasn’t to wake you, but for him to taste you just enough so that you’ll wake up in bliss, totally unaware of your boyfriend’s servicing actions. And just before he’ll dive more aggressively to taste your cunt, Satoru always placed a sweet kiss at the base of your pussy before caging your thighs around his arms, softly blowing on your exposed womanhood as he felt you stir in sleep. His voice was soothing as he eagerly licked his lips with a smirk, he cooed, “no need for preworkout if I can eat this every morning.”

But today, despite the morning feeling too nice, Satoru woke up frustrated to the core. He did his usual cuddling session with you in his arms — guess that made him feel better seeing you twitch your nose and softly snore. Cute he thought, would be nice if he could eat — 

Instead of anticipation, his cock painfully ached and his mood turned sour the moment he felt the usual nodding of his dick to have some action. 

Usually, he was excited to start the day. Not because he was enthusiastic to go to work, slave his life away to his family corporation, attend those god-awful meetings, and sign the mountains of files that his secretary ordered to finish. 

No, he woke up solely with the intent of eating you out — end of story, final discussion. If sleeping was the only avenue for him to enjoy having a taste of your morning cunt, he’ll go through mountains and sign those papers if he had to — hell, he’ll even stay overtime if he was guaranteed.

But, he couldn’t. At least for a month, he wouldn’t be able to. 

Sex the day before was good — too good. With a balance of carnal urgency as he bullied your abused cunt with his aching length, meshing with some time to wind down in pillow talk or while he sovereigns every ounce of your body with his lips, only to repeat the cycle of fucking like rabbits with the sheets damp and body sore from prolonged sexual intercourse. sex was still so fucking good. 

But today? Yea...

“Fuckkk,” Satoru groaned, throwing his head back onto the pillow with his arm thrown over his eyes, his hips mindlessly moving upward in a pensive desire to fuck you. 

“ ‘Toru?” your voice softly croaked, totally unaware of the frustration your little bet caused him, “you okay?”

“Mhm,” he immediately swallowed you with his arms, his lips pressing delicate kisses on your naked shoulders but keeping a mental note to not have his dick too close to your ass — that was dangerous territory.

“Are you leaving soon? Stay a little longer, I’m cold,” your voice was slurred, while your consciousness slowly slipped into another stage of sleep.

“I can’t sweets,” Satoru grumbled, his hands mounding your innocent breasts, “not when I’m like this,” his breath tickled the edge of your lobes, just fanning against your jaw while the control of his hips was no longer in his jurisdiction but of a mind of their own as he dry fucked your ass, “fuck baby… Are you sure you wanna do this? 

“You p-promised, ‘Toru…” you responded with your back snuggled close to his bare chest, the heat of his body making you feel safe despite the raging thoughts that were blaring in your boyfriend’s mind. 

Getting out of bed was hard, but getting himself to work out despite his cock stubbornly staying tortuously erect was even harder. The moment he pulled himself out of the sheets, he knew today’s workout wouldn’t be of his fancy as he drank his preworkout making his way down to his basement gym. 

And yes, sure as hell, today’s morning workout was a bust. 

— Day two. 

“They say starting is always the hardest, ‘Toru,” your voice, innocent yet ignorant of the turmoil he was going through, was soothing as you brushed your fingers through his hair, his face plastered on your breasts as he contemplated the existence of his life, “why don’t you join me for some pilates? A lot of couples come together!” 

No, it’s not. And whoever came up with such a quote was a complete fuck, because Satoru could rebuttal it to his grave.

First, starting wasn't always the hardest. Getting over your nerves, or mustering up the courage to start wasn't difficult. Maybe it’ll apply to life circumstances like applying for that dream job or starting out a new hobby. But for Satoru, once you’re hooked, absolutely addicted to something, that’s when it’s the hardest. 

Because like a dog conditioned to expect food after a stimulus, the same applies to sex. If he sees you blatantly walking around in those shorts that he just loved to watch you prance around the house in, he'll easily break. Where your cheeks just lightly land outside the rim of the fabric – it was adorable when you reached up the cupboard, exposing a hint of your belly and your ass jiggling when you jumped on your tippy toes. Like a starved animal, his cock would answer with its length pooled with blood, his stomach knotting in flames while his azul eyes dilated at the sight of you.

It was so easy — you made it so easy. Pushing you onto the countertop, getting you when least expected as he smashed his lips with yours while muffling your little yelp — your call of surprise but his invitation for more — was so, so easy. It was exciting, thrilling, utterly fulfilling his primal desires to just swallow you entirely as you clung onto him while crying out his name, your nails scratching against his back while his cock pistoled itself into you, nestling deep inside as he pumped out his seeds, shooting straight to your womb. 

It was glorious, so divine when he felt his cum leak outside you. The warm clumps of his ejaculation thudded against the kitchen floor while he huffed out deep breaths with his head resting on your shoulder. It sent shivers down his back when you embraced him in his arms. And when he was lucky, you’ll look at him with desperate eyes, pulling more out from him as you whisper in his ears, a voice that almost strips all air from his burning lungs as you palm his length and swirl your thumb over his leaking head,

“I think you’ve got a little more in you, right ‘Toru?” 

But instead, currently, with his head leaning against the shower wall, Satoru stood under the cold shower trying to cool off his cock. It’s almost laughable how his dick nods up and down as if it mocked his misery.

“You think it’s funny bastard,” Satoru groaned, voice spiteful that even his own body seemed to have betrayed him. 

— Day three.

Kissing shouldn’t hurt. Right?

He was at least allowed to do that, right?

Maybe not when the kids were around. But an innocent kiss to show just how much he loved you, should be good, right?

Or so, that’s what Satoru’s sex-deprived head concluded when he saw you cleaning the dishes, softly humming an unrecognizable tune.

“I was going to do this, baby…” he lowly groaned into your skin while his hands snaked up your shirt, fingers immediately going to unclasp your bra while his lips trailed up your neck, his hand placed around it for eventual better access to your lips. 

Oh how he wished to press you down onto the counter, push your cute little skirt up your waists while he measured the length of his cock to see how far he could fit himself inside you before ramming himself in — how admirable would it be to hear the synchronized moans coming out from you both simultaneously.  

But he couldn’t. Even if he didn’t agree to this stupid bet, he wouldn’t — no, you wouldn’t allow it, not even dare let him touch you when the kids were around.

Huh? But to his surprise, he could feel you reciprocating back by pushing your ass onto his cock. Soaking in every touch and affection he gave you; just maybe he wasn’t the only one craving, barely surviving through this absurd bet, despite only being the third day.

It was three days too long.

Treating him out? Fuck, that was his job, not yours — well, occasionally he did allow you to buy him some ice cream, but even in that, too, he would rather buy it for you. 

“You know we don’t have to continue —” he tempted, softly whispering into your ear, his bulge pressing against the valley of your ass — erection hard enough for you to feel over your clothes.

“But the bet,” you whimpered when his slender finger pinched your nipples, “it’s o-only been a full two days though,” your voice radiated barely of a whisper.

“Shhh, let's fuck the bet,” Satoru’s hand inched its way down your tummy, gliding to satisfy the aroused coil blooming in between your legs, “this is all so silly, princess. We can be fucking like normal? Enjoying each other, come on, let me make you feel good, yea?” your boyfriend’s voice was laced with an amorous note.

“M-maybe we could just call it qu —” 

“What are you doing?” Megumi blankly asked, holding his finished plate of food while standing in the middle of the kitchen, staring at you both with unimpressed eyes, “are you trying to eat her or suffocate her?"

“Ooo Gojo-kun’s in loveeeeee,” Tsumiki chirped, “that’s what Papa does when he’s with his girlfriend!”

“Fuck, we’re never having kids.”

— Day 12.

“So, you still on that bet?” swirling the fizzling drink, Satoru asked before taking a sip of his sugary mocktail — a drink he confidently orders despite the odd stares he gets from the bartender. 

“The bet about not fucking?” Suguru sounded nonchalant about it. It was exactly twelve days since starting and why the hell does he look so smug about it? Fucking bastard… always so full of leisure when he was crawling, begging for scraps to simply survive.

“Yea, I guess,” the raven hair smirked, his tone taunting as he questioned Satoru, “surprised you’re even taking it this far, thought you would fail after the first hour with your horny ass.”

“What’s up with you and your girl both thinking that fucking is all I think about,” Satoru rolled his eyes, pursing his lips offended.

Suguru simply just stared back, the look of his eyes alone sending Satoru a million words as to why he knows fucking is all he thinks about. 

“Rude, it’s not always…”

Shrugging, Suguru brushed it off, “Sure, whatever you say.” 

“Okay… maybe like 90 percent of the time, no — 80 percent.”

“what an addict, I feel sorry for your girl, gotta tell her to run away when she can,” Suguru teased, pulling out his phone to text you, “like, how do you even concentrate at work?”

“It’s called multi-tasking, a trait only the elite have. clearly, its something you wouldn't know about."

“You know what Satoru?”

“What?”

“it still shocks me how so many entrust their careers with you, slaving their lives away to corporate for an elitely dumbass of a boss,” looking at his bestfriend with the kindest smile while tapping his shoulder, “don’t you think?”

There was no fucking way, he was going to lose to this prick of a best friend. 

— Day 14.

Satoru wondered how he ever survived without you. Call it sentimental, call it deprivation, but one thing for sure was that he wanted you — and it very badly. 

Shaking his leg, annoyingly biting onto the edge of his pen, it frustrated him that there was nothing else that could fathom to take space in his brain besides you. He exercised a hell lot more than his usual regimen and cut off on caffeine so that he could try and knock out when he got off from work.

He even tried doing those meditative breathing techniques that he searched for on the web. Said it was to calm your mind and soul. But god fucking dammit, being in silence made him even more hyperaware of his circumstance.

He can tell you are struggling, as well. He’s felt your touch linger on his body longer, trailing down to areas that you shouldn’t be trying to touch as your voice entranced him out of his free will. 

As much as he wanted to throw in the white flag, and dump this shitty little bet over, he was two weeks in. Despite the last two weeks being an absolute shit show, it gave him an incentive to keep going. Why? Because one, you wanted it; second, because he could prove Suguru wrong that sex is, in fact, not the only thing he thinks about.

Gojo-san, hopefully everyth…

But my god, was waking up in the morning a struggle. It’s almost as if he’s forgotten the taste of your cum coating his lips, droplets dripping down his chin on days when he ate you out a little too hard. The pure ecstasy of being in your arms while your pussy fucked him dry.

The painful yet glorious tug of his hair when you screamed out, “‘Toru right there! D-don’t stop! Ngh fuck harder! Go harder!”

Reciprocating your needs, he’ll burrow his face into the crook of your neck, the weight of his body pressing your thighs down to your chest as he caved his member fully into you, the weight of his balls slamming against your puffy folds while your nails painted red along his back, “f-fucking shit… c-can I, princess? can I cum inside?”

Gojo-san? 

Despite the years, Satoru always asked for permission. He would rather live dickless than know he spilled his seeds without consent. 

Your hot breath stingy his ears covered in sweat, you mewled out, “Yes! Yes! ‘Toru hurry —” 

Gojo-san… are you okay? 

“What?” quickly waking from his daydream, his pen still in his mouth as a table of his subordinates worriedly looked at him with eyes all rounded from shock. 

The infamous Gojo Satoru, the heir to Japan’s richest conglomerate, who has a keen eye for detail and business strategies looked like a deer in headlights in front of his staff. 

“They’re waiting for your executive decision, sir,” Ijichi whispered, covering his mouth with a file, “you seem awfully pale, sir. Is everything alright?”

“I’m sorry,” Gojo cleared his throat, closing the folder as he prepared himself to make his way out, “ l-let me just read through the presentation once more, and I’ll relay my decision later. Good work everyone.” 

Satoru was never one to get annoyed easily. Frustrated? Yes. Even the clicking of his dress shoes tapping against the graphite floor, a sound that he’d never noticed during his career at this office, irked the hell out of him. Hell, even the obnoxious chime of the elevator ticked him off. 

“S-should I clear out your schedule, Gojo-san?” Ijichi broke the ice while he followed behind his boss.

“No need,” Satoru’s answer was curt.

“B-but sir, you don’t seem to look —”

Raising his voice, “Don’t make me repeat myself, Ijichi —” only to catch himself with a deep sigh as he brushed his styled hair back, large palms gripping the edge of his table as he leaned forward, “sorry… didn’t mean to sound harsh, guess i’m just a little tired, that’s all.”

“My apologies sir, I’ll organize your schedule accordingly.” Ijichi stated before taking a bow and making his leave. 

“That’ll be nice, thanks.”

Sitting down on his chair, throwing his head back while closing his eyes, Satoru frustratingly moaned out with his thighs spread out, “I must be going crazy, I’m not some horndog teenager…”

But inside his pants was a bulge, a boner that hadn’t gone down ever since the start of his meeting.  

— Day 17

“Fuck,” a lowly growl resonated throughout the room — desperate and sinful — the depth of his chest expanding with each staggered breath that he took. Clenching onto his bed sheets and shoving the wad of saliva down his throat, it burned from the tension of lubricating his dry throat. 

Licking his lips, and furrowing his brows, Satoru pulled down his sweats, freeing his restrained manhood. When the tip of his head smacked against his lower abdomen, the pain of the cold air encapsulated his poor cock that lay barren on its own, Satoru’s hiss littered his skin with goosebumps when his groans soon turned into desperate whimpers while he vulnerably lay in bed with an erection. 

Before all this, it was easy for him to release. Simply envisioning you while he fucked you senseless, or looked through his private album of photos and videos he’s taken of you. It wasn’t a common occurrence for him to fuck his fist, but hey, when push comes to shove, Satoru wasn’t one to deny masturbating — especially, if he could cum to you in mind. 

Normally, he’ll rest his back against the backboard, topless and with gray sweats — that you'll argue was your favorite because it accentuates his cock and makes him look sexy. If his girl likes it, why not flaunt what he has?

Getting himself in the mood didn’t require much. When he felt his cock pooling with blood, constrained in the restraints of his brief, Satoru would pull down his sweat with a grunt while his member sprung forth. 

Sweetly palming his length, and applying just the right pressure, he’ll start by going through past photos and eventually ending up with videos. Zooming into your sweet lips, hearing your whimpers while he fucked you from behind, watching you play with his fingers on a date, to seeing your breasts giggle with every force of his cock slamming inside you — he loved it all.

Stroking his cock, while bucking his hips forward, desperately moaning while he envisioned just how adorable you would look trying to palm his member. A grip so easy for him to hold with one hand, while you struggled even with two. How soft your tongue would feel around the edge of his leaking head, while your hands carefully fondled his balls, lightly pulling on the sac as you fisted his length, looking up at him through the whisps of your lashes. 

It drove him senseless when you would call his name with a little purr, pulling him closer to you as you spread out your legs to invite him in. It drove him mad when he’ll feverishly press his lips on yours, stifling your cries as he pounded into you. The only sounds resonating from the room were erotic slaps of sweaty skin and your muffled cries.

It didn’t take long for him to cum. give and take fifteen to twenty, but it was nonetheless a euphoric expression because every session made him pulse and huff, desperately desiring more. 

If you had asked to abstain from sex, maybe that would've been easier to manage. At least he could relieve himself solo. 

But, completely stripping himself of the option to simply cum was cruelty on its own.

And no different from a prepubescent boy, Satoru lay in his bed with his cock raging with his tip a fiery red. 

But unlike a teenager, that would get boners out of simply nothing, Satoru couldn’t relieve himself of it.

— Day 19.

Surprisingly, Satoru woke up feeling refreshed. He swore he slept agitated and exhausted especially since this past week you’ve told him, “no more sleeping in one bed together, Satoru.”

But this morning, he felt rejuvenated and light. Maybe not nutting did actually work —

… Did he? No, fucking way. 

Quickly shredding off the sheets, his eyes barely adjusting to the brightness of the room, Satoru checked his groin and examined his hands for any signs that he might've masturbated in his sleep. 

Nothing — spotless. Miraculously, he didn’t even wake up with morning wood. 

With another thought springing to his head, Satoru fastidiously reached for his phone — face id unable to recognize his morning face with the white bird’s nest of hair he had on his head.

Google search history: 

Can my dick break from not cumming?

What are the symptoms of a broken dick?

Reading that there was no correlation between not nutting and its health benefits, and receiving the assurance that one’s dick cannot simply “break” from not cumming, Satoru felt reassured that he, in fact, did not have a broken dick and that maybe he was finally getting the hang of it. 

Surely, there’s always a light at the end of every tunnel.

And maybe he’s finally found his. 

— Day 19 - 11:34 pm

Nope.

Wrong. So so wrong. Most utterly wrong.

Satoru was in fact very wrong of the presumption he had in the morning. Because he was not getting the hang of it. Especially not when his cock was bulging in his sweats, while he was frustratingly lying wide awake during the crack of dawn.

If he could just touch his dick, stroke its length with the perfect pressure, he knew he’ll fold. 

Only if he could. 

It was arguable that he could. 

But the look of disappointment you’ll give him, with the cute pout to your lips when he tells you he’s failed, he would rather die than come to you as a lousy prick that just wanted his dick sucked. 

So, sighing while trudging off his bed, guess it was time for another cold shower — fourth one of the week.

— Day 24.

“Sir, it seems to me that’s you’ve lost some weight.” 

“I’ve been hitting the gym more lately,” Satoru chuckled, the veins of his forearms angrily bulging, clearly visible on his pale skin. 

“There’s been talks…” Ijichi stumbled on his words, unsure how to bring it about to Satoru.

“Talks about?” Satoru questioned, barely taking the time to look at his secretary as he was focused on signing his documents.

“That maybe you’ve broken up with…" Ijichi couldn't even dare say your name in the same sentence, " or —” 

“Yea?” Satoru put his file down, a smirk growing on his face as he twirled his pen around his slender fingers — guess those flirty good mornings and looks from his staff made sense.

“I’m no expert…” clearing his throat, hoping he wouldn’t offend his boss, “but I’m here to listen if you have any trouble with your relationship.”

“I’m glad I’ve got such a trusted advisor,” the man pushed back on his seat, resting his arms on the sides of his chair, “but don’t mind me, just haven’t been able to let off some steam, that’s all.” 

“Okay…”

“And breaking up? Ijichi you’ve been there when she broke up with me.” The man hummed, reminiscent of the days when he was heartbroken and lifeless, “We’re fine… just trying out something new, I guess.”

— Day 29.

It’s been a little over two weeks of sleeping separately. Dates have been cut to sole dinners, and going over to each other’s places was prohibited — at least til the bet, as per his lovely girlfriend. 

And weekends were the hardest for Satoru. 

Typically before this all occurred, weekends were his golden days. He was able to do whatever he wanted when he wanted it with you. Whether it be going on a shopping spree, or taking you out of the country for a short getaway, you were always involved — his common denominator. 

Surely, he was able to still enjoy those with you, but it was rather difficult for him to keep his hands off you. 

He still doesn’t quite understand why committed to this stupid bet in the first place. It wasn’t something he placed for himself, but guess… guess he just wanted to prove to not only you but also himself that sex, carnal lust, wasn’t the only thing that kept him in this relationship. That even though he’s been waking up with blue balls, and his mind driving him insane, you were worth more than that — not that you would ever get disappointed with him for failing, in the first place, but still. 

If he’s made it till now, he can survive till the end. 

But times like these... damn it was fucking hard.

“You want to come in?” you softly asked, playing with his fingers that were rested on your thighs throughout the drive home. 

“You tempting me?” Satoru glanced over at you, cheekily smiling as he pulled towards you to place a tender kiss on your lips.

His lips felt mildly chapped, unusual when normally they were soft and slightly glossy. The warmth of his mouth and the gentle strokes of his thumb rubbing against your jaw eased you into the kiss as he pulled you over to the driver’s side to saddle his lap.

But that was the extent to where his hands would be: cupping your face.

With his car parked on the streets of your apartment complex, and his windows tinted, it wasn’t an unusual rendezvous for him to shamelessly fuck you in it. And that’s what you presumed this make-out session would slowly turn into. 

Because fuck it. You’ve missed him. 

Missed the way he touched you.

Missed the way he held you in his arms.

Missed the way he just knew the parts of your body that made you squirm, right before pinning you in place with his strength. 

Missed the teases and affirmations he gave when he prepped you.

And my fucking god did you miss the way he rammed his cock into you, pistoling his cock inside as he held you down with his weight. Having him cum inside you? That was a bonus. 

“Satoru… let’s go inside,” you moaned out in the split second your lips disconnected, only for him to crash his mouth onto yours once more with a deep groan. 

Before he wouldn’t hesitate to strip you off your clothes, many times even ripping out the buttons when he was in the rush. He’ll smirk while not meaning his apologizing, “sorry, but i’ll buy you it, focus on me right now.”

It felt unusual to only be making out. You’ve craved him, utterly wanted to devour him. Wanted something more than just his tongue inside your mouth and stagnant touches of his fingers on your face. it felt suffocating to be unable to touch his bare body that was rudely still covered with his clothes. 

So without much thought, the burning knot burrowing inside, flaring in the pits of your stomach, had a mind of its own. your hands slowly made their way down his torso, gliding past his stomach. you've noticed he was much more muscularly defined than the last time you touched him. 

“H-have you’ve been working out mor — ahhh,” his hands pushed your face slightly to the side so that his tongue could easily access your neck. The padding of his tongue sliding along the valley of your neckline, and his hot breath sticking to your skin.

“Mhm, can you tell?” he whispered in between kisses, mindlessly running his lips to wherever they landed.

“Yeah, I can feel it through your shirt,” your fingers wrap around his belt, slowly unbuckling the leather, “and your chest feels more squishy,” your slight giggle was no more than a moaning mess when he immediately bucked his hips to cause friction against your throbbing cunt. 

“Gotta look hot for my baby,” Satoru breathed, “especially when it’s been so long since we’ve fuck… shit, you don’t know how much I want you right now.”

You finally got your hands to free his belt, unbuttoning his pants while unzipping his fly down, “how bad?” you taunted, your lips sneaky up to his soft spot — just under his ear. 

Your needy breaths and the sensual overload always set him off. And you were determined to let him succumb to it.

“So so fucking bad,” gulping down his spit, the viscous wad burning his dry throat, “it’s all I think about, oh fuck —” throwing his head back onto the headrest, allowing you to suck at his skin as his hands now firmly held onto your waist.

And just when you were about to feel his pulsating cock, salivating at how warm and sensitive it would be when you could finally get your hands on his member. To swirl your tongue down just under his frenulum while you lathered his length with your spit. Maybe they’ll be time to suck at his ball while you pumped his meaty cock, and run your tongue along the lines of his pretty veins.  

“W-wait baby,” his hands placed on your wrists. With his chest heaving, and hair frazzled, he looked at you with worry.

“Yes?” irritated that he would stop you — never had he stopped you.

“I don’t want you to make any decision that’ll you’ll regret tomorrow,” he confessed, softly looking into your eyes, while a small smile formed at his pretty lips, “I-i can take care of this at home,” slightly looking down at your hands just about to touch his groin, “and we have so much time to do it later,” he reassured while pulling your hands out of his pants, bringing them to your lips to kiss.

“B-but Satoru, I want —”

“I know princess, I know,” his voice mildly trembled, “you don’t know how bad I want you, it’s honestly torturous,” Satoru let out a forced chuckle. 

“Let’s just break the bet then,” you pouted, sinking into his embrace with your arms wrapped around his neck, pressing yourself deeper into his body.

“Hey,” he gently tapped your bum, teasingly playing with your mounds when he heard you whine, “didn't I say…”

“What?” you annoyingly spat out.

“that when I win this bet,” his hands pulled you away, leaving you at eye level with him as he rubbed his thumb against the heat of your cheeks, “fucking is all we’ll do,” he reminded with a slight chuckle. It was undeniable that your boyfriend did not mean what he said as a simple joke. The tone of his voice could sound comical, but the underlying incentive of his statement was nothing but that. 

It was admirable to see your boyfriend set his boundaries, doing his absolute best to honor the bet despite his pupils being dilated and cheeks rosy. The gruff in his voice when he called out your name and while he took his time to dress you up, were telltale signs that he too was at his wits. His wonton look of desperation was plastered over his face, even the slight tremor of his hands as he cupped your cheeks, one last time, to place a kiss on your forehead before leading you up to your apartment door, was nothing short of love. 

— Day 35.

Satoru woke up, took a shower, and had a cup of his pre-workout before heading down to his gym. He felt light on his feet, absolutely flying through his sets. the pebbles of sweat on his forehead felt worthwhile, and the strain of his muscles made him feel alive. 

He's been feeling good. his body was shaped just right — not too big but finely cut and carved to perfection. He's been putting more effort into his grind, and been more involved and fastidious at work with precision and strategy. while still being your dutiful boyfriend who sent thirst photos, of himself post workout, with a good morning text. 

He goes to work sharply dressed, with his shoes freshly oiled. The slight spark of his watch, peeping out of his cuffs, was the definition of the wealth he assessed. With his thin waists but defined chest, it wasn’t hard for people to know just what he had packed under his clothes. 

Satoru signed off on all his charts, attending every repetitive meeting, and joined in on important business deals with partnering companies. He made Ijichi’s life easier by working more thoroughly and leaving promptly.

The last couple of days of this newfound routine will soon come to an end. And the old will come again. Hopefully, he’ll be the victor between Suguru and him. Finally, a time when he could rub it in his best friend’s ego, that he was, in fact, the better of the duo. 

Sitting alone in his office, signing off his last document before calling it a day, Satoru felt a sense of pride and satisfaction. In only two days, he’ll be able to touch you again, make love, and comfortably be himself with limbs wrapped together under the sheets.

Soon, he’ll be able to enjoy the goodness of love — sex, being the much-added benefit. 

As he closed his final folder, leaning back on his chair, reminiscing about the past couple of weeks, it was no lie, the struggle of trying to keep his dick in his pants was no easy feat. Every morning was a mental battlefield of its own. But he’s grown to succumb to his desires and utilize that frustration in other aspects of his life — career, working out, meditating, daydreaming of his future with you and what he hopes to accomplish.

Sure, not being able to nut was tortuous – painful as his cock throbbed in his briefs every morning and with every thought of you. Not being able to even properly kiss you without being tempted to just have you face down on his whatever surface was near and fuck you good was even worse. Nothing has changed in how his dick reacted on its own, his thoughts still lingered in memories of how you would react when he would touch you at your sweet spots, how your body trembled when he inserted himself in, the warmth of your tight walls enveloping his cock. How good you tasted when you came in his mouth, body tense as he massaged your limbs. 

But he’s been good, though he wanted to throw this useless bet out the gutter and selfishly act on his own will, you were proud of him — told him every day when he dropped you off. And that to him was enough. 

Closing out his office, and walking to his car. Talking the elevator down while the clacks of his shoes echoed in the empty parking stall, where only his and a couple of other cars were present, Satoru couldn’t wait to get home.

To take a warm bath, and decompress while joining you on a Facetime call. These days, those sweet moments are what he looked forward to.

He felt the light vibration of his phone and immediately smiled when he saw the sender.

From: pumpkin <3

Babe have you by chance seen my favorite panties?  I think I’ve lost them or left them at your place ):

To: pumpkin <3

I wish I had them But we haven’t fucked at my place in a while …  … you sneaking behind my back? 😭

From: pumpkin <3

Awww I see! Those were my favorites  You’re ridiculous -_- It’s probably under your carseat or something.

To: pumpkin <3

I’ll get you the same pair (: Let me know when you get home, i’ll be home soon

From: pumpkin <3

Okie dokie sexy

Chuckling as he rolled his eyes, he mindlessly placed his phone on the dashboard and started his car. The rumble of his engine loudly echoed in the dark basement, and the lights of his dash could almost blind a person. He shifted his car to drive, and while he stepped on the gas pedal, his phone slid off the dash and fell onto the carpeted floor. 

Grunting as he reached over to grab his phone, he felt a soft fabric brush against the tip of his finger. That was odd. Satoru liked to keep his car clean. So he grabbed the dainty item and hung it on his finger as he registered what it was. 

Truly, god liked to fuck with him. Because on his finger was your missing laced panty. A memory of your last car sex with him before you slammed him with the “let’s not fuck, and you can’t cum till blah blah blah.”

“Fuck…” Satoru hissed, letting out a gluttonous rasp as he spread out his thighs in his seat.

And beneath his slacks was his bulge painfully starting to outline, the size of his cock so obvious despite the dim lighting of his car.

Clenching onto your underwear, he knew he shouldn’t but couldn’t help but unzip his pants and firmly hold his hardened cock, as he unfolded the memory of when he fucked you in his car.

Ten minutes later.

To: pumpkin <3

Ah babe, I think I’m going to get home later than expected. Heavy traffic 

traffic was fine. Satoru just has yet to leave the parking lot.

— A couple hours before D-day.

Dinner reservations were set for 7:30 pm, which meant he needed to be at your place by the latest 6:45. There were countless times when you’ve both missed the reserved time because either one, you fucked one too many rounds at home before heading out, or two, you fucked in the car en route to the restaurant. 

Satoru hoped he would stay sane tonight. All he had to do was endure a couple more hours and when the clock hit midnight, it was game over. 

But when you open your apartment door, it wasn’t a surprise his body moved before his mind could register.

Because when you open the door, giggling while innocently tilting your head to the side as you put on your earrings, the ring on your promised finger sparkling from the backlight, something snapped within him. And despite your lips moving, he couldn’t hear a word you said but the annoying, monotonous ring in his ears as his eyes sharply fixated on you while you made your way to wrap your arms around him.

No, don’t do it. Don’t come.

And in that moment, everything within him exploded.

Before you both even know it, he’s rushing inside your apartment, prying off his shoes while he pushes you onto the wall with his lips desperately smashed on yours. With your wrists caged in one of his larger palms as the other quickly stripped you of your clothes, despite knowing you were on a time crunch, you didn’t necessarily feel compelled to be on time — better, maybe not even make it at all.

“Satoru —” you yelped, only for your voice to morph into wonton moans as his lips suffocated your lungs from the air.

The sound of teeth clashing, hands hunting for more bodily warmth combined with the lewd whines that dissipated from each lips heated your core — just enough to push you onto the edge with your juices pooling in your panties.

His hands expertly slide down your stomach and to the crevice in between your legs. His fingers shove the fabric to the side, exposing your wet cunt that’s just so ready to be played with and touched.

‘Tor —” you barely managed to call his name, his mouth overwhelming with strength as he forced his tongue into yours. With teeth clashing and his hands desperately stripping himself of both your clothes and his, he growled while tugging your lip with his teeth, “I can’t fucking do this anymore.”

“O-our reservation!” you cried out, desperately holding onto him with a leg hooked around his waist, relying on his strength to stand on one foot. With his shirt hanging off his torso, hair now messy and frazzled while he littered your skin with kisses that left you begging for more. 

“Fuck that,” he growled, his breath sounding rough as he threw his freshly pressed shirt on the floor — one probably worth more than your rent itself. 

“It’s nothing new that we’re always late, princess,” he taunted, with his palm placed at the base of your jaw, cupping your cheeks with his left hand while his right unzipped your dress, smirking when it landed on the floor with a thud.

“I told you, angel,” cocking his head to the side as he swiped his tongue upward on your lips, his eyes piercing straight into yours, “ the longer I kept this up the harder you were getting fucked.”

“It’s not over till tomo — ahhh, ” you moaned when his fingers finally played with your folds, and eventually your clit.

“Sorry, I tried, I really did, baby,” groaning as his lips dragged against your neck, his teeth hungrily nipping at your skin while he rubbed circles against your hardened bud. The erotic sound of your slick swirling against his fingers was a combination of embarrassment but also ease – you shouldn’t so readily give in, but oh you wanted to get fucked so badly.

With his vacant hand quickly unhooking your bra and groping your breasts, Satoru kissed his ways down to harshly suck at your nipples, “ but goddamn, i think you’ll actually kill me with this.”

“From not having sex?” you pulled at his hair, both legs automatically wrapping around his waists as he sloppily kissed your mounds, the slime of his saliva coating your areolas to replicate nature’s greatest gem.

“Yea, because my nut’s seriously about to explode,” unbuckling his pants while shimming them down to his ankles, pulling one of your hands down to stroke his heated member, while he pushed your panties to the side, swirling his finger around your clit.

“Gotta take good care of my future children, you know? This is very dangerous, so so dangerous.”

“You’re being r-ridiculous oh,” you moaned out when he pinched your clit, his darkened eyes watching your every expression as he opened his mouth in unison with wonton looks. 

“Shhh pumpkin, aren’t you so cute, ” nibbling on your ears as his sensual breathing made your mind fuzzy and legs wobbly, increasingly more from the soaking sounds of your cunt being played with was ludicrous and naughty, “it’s always over when I say it’s over.”

Humming as he brought his wet fingers up to examine, “god, you’re soaked,” chuckling as he murmurs, “isn’t that fuckin’ cute.” the glimmer of his middle and ring finger enticing him more. “See, you want it too, no? Isn’t my silly girl just ready to be fucked.”

“yes, I want it. want it so, so bad—need it,” you mewled, letting out a soft whimper when he suddenly kissed you, grunting into your mouth.

“but let me release one real quick, ” groaning in between the kiss, "it’s a bit painful," as he palmed at his cock, “where do you want it, sweets?”

“Me…” with cheeks heated, you admitted.

“I asked where,” his words more strained and impatient as the pacing of his palms around his member was getting increasingly faster with more vigor.

And instead of answering, you pointed at the valley of your breasts, pooling your mounds together to catch every drop of his seeds on your skin. 

“Fucking god, I love you,” Satoru cock twitches in his hand, “get on your knees for me, princess,” he ordered before slapping his hardened length on your cheek, “ what my girl wants, is what she gets,” hissing while stroking his shaft, looking down at your sweet position — just ready to take his load. It’s not a surprise that Satoru cums fast, and he comes hard.

When he catches you eyes anticipating for his seeds, to cover you with his release, the knot that’s been burning inside him finally starts to snap. The pleasurable, deep coil of his cum shooting through his slit meshed with your desperate desire to have yourself plastered with every essence of him was enough to drive him off the edge.

“Fuck ‘mma cum, gonna cum so hard baby,” Satoru made a sound between a choked whine and sharp gasp, “gonna cum baby… i —i shit shit…” 

And he does, straight on your chest, splattering bits to the floor and some to your chin, barely making its way into your mouth — a whole fucking mess. 

Panting while he pulled out every ounce of his seeds, thickly splurting out of his sensitive tip, Satoru murmured under his hitched breath, “sorry baby, i—i don’t know what just happened there, fuck.”

“you made a mess,” you chuckle, smiling with a crinkle on your nose.

“Shit… sorry, let me just,” Satoru grabbed his shirt to help clean you off, “but damn such a waste,” you pouted. Annoyed that he didn't get to cum inside you, but also grieving for the loss of his precious seeds going into the trash. 

“It’s your fault,” he murmured, concentrating on cleaning every ounce of his cum off you, “if it wasn’t for that stupid bet, we could’ve done this every day, as much as you wanted,” mimicking your voice with a shake to his head, “but nooo, you had to just bet on my demise.”

“then let me feel you,” you murmur, “let me have you,” cupping his cheeks and brushing a thumb over the skin, his soft lips that you’ve missed so much, “fuck me, ‘Toru, I want you just as bad — so so badly.”

—

“Fuck you feel so good,” he groaned when he felt the tightness of your hole firmly wrapping a ring around his member. Rhythmically pulsing his hips, slowly gulping down his spit while he closed his eyes, trying his hardest to concentrate so he didn’t pull another quickie and cum prematurely. 

It was a couple hours after he came on your breasts, and a few sessions of sex thereafter that. After multiple positions and fucking in different spaces of your apartment, finally, you’ve made it to the bedroom. 

Feeling your soft walls pulsing and warming his length, just so tightly embracing his cock, inviting him further inside as he settled into you — his home, a place of refuge as he’s held so carefully not only in your arms but also by your cunt. 

He’s eaten you out. Fuck, you tasted so good. His starved appetite satiated with every sucking of your folds, and slobbering of his tongue against your pussy.

He’s watched you squirm and sprinkle the couch, squirting warm liquid while he fingered your cunt. 

He’s seen just how far he can enter when he measured the length of his cock magically disappearing inside you, making you relish in his reign as you shuddered with every impact. 

And he’s felt the warm gush of your cum coating his cock, making a white ring around his length every time he pulled himself out, only to slam it back in. Bullying your wet folds while he painfully swirled his fingers around your clit, satisfied that your cum meshed in with his prior ejaculations were stuffed deeply — fully — inside you.

Your hips buck in tandem with his, matching his rhythm but barely following his pace as he slams into you. His heavy balls slap against your swollen cunt with every thrust of his hips, mildly splattering remnants of his cum off your pussy. And as he buries his cock into you, going as deep as he can, with every thrust you can feel his tip kissing against that sweet spot in the depths of your caverns. your abused cunt continuously sucking him in and hugging around him, tempting him for more, as he groans into your neck, his lips now swollen and red. 

You weren’t entirely sure if he noticed, but you sure did. The throbbing of his cock tightly wrapped by your velvet walls, with every move of his body, made your insides churn into a symphony of pleasure, making you desire more for his cock to bully your cunt — especially when his head brushed against your sweet spot.

The friction of your body meshing with his feels sickening. The thick air of the room makes him feel lightheaded as if he’s being baited in between the realms of reality and another infinite dimension, teasing between the boundaries of possibly falling into an unknown abyss or comfortably landing straight home into your arms. 

It’s always been like that for him. Through all the years he’s been with you, he’s been the one that loved more, loved harder, loved desperately. He doesn’t hold it against you nor does he find fault in what type of lover he was. He just — just, doesn’t hate the idea of letting himself fall into your palm, his soul flourishing in your sovereignty. 

Heart lasciviously yearning for more.

“Right there ‘Toru,” you sob, “right there, give me more more” — of course it’s right there. He’s studied you front and back, but it wasn’t just right there. Because as his thumb finds your clit again, pressing desperate little circles to get you over the edge, he knows it’s actually right there when you squeeze on his cock, your eyes falling to the back of your head while your breaths start to stagger.

That’s — that’s when you cum again—harder than the last time, spasming around his cock and pulling him in as you squeeze around him. “S-satoru,” you gasp, “fuck, k-keep going."

But that — that was a shocker. 

Normally he’ll ride out his orgasm after he’s seen you finish off. But, strange… when he sees the needy glint in your eyes, the tremble of your lips as you used every ounce of your strength to pull him in while you cupped his face, your legs mercilessly bouncing with every thrust of his hips while your thighs were firmly pressed into your chests. 

Murmuring under your breath while you encouraged him to keep going, the invitation has him quickly falling into his own — hot, thick ropes of cum spilling into you, shooting in waves with every twitch of his cock, with every groan pulled from his throat that soon formed into sweet whimpers that he harmonies into your neck, while fucking his load into you and as you held him in your arms, purposefully clenching to edge him off. 

But still, it’s almost embarrassing how fast he cums. Even more embarrassing is how he’s currently withering in your arms, trembling from the aftermath of pumping his hot seeds into you, desperately holding onto you with his face planted into the crook of your neck. 

The way his cum spills out of you and coats his cock, it’s perfect and feels just right. Despite your eyes about to fall shut, you can’t help but think how perfectly he fits intertwined with your body, his slowly softening cock nestled just perfectly inside you as he slumps on top of you, panting from the prior tumultuous rounds of fucking like rabbits as he cages you in his arms.

It’s warm — not only inside you, feeling the clumps spilling out, but love. 

Loving him was warm. Loving him was right. 

Groaning on top of your body, “Don’t ever ask me to do this again.” You can feel his cock slowly start to take its shape again inside you, it was quick but the viscous lumps of his fluid quickly slipped out to make more space for his cock to fill you again.

More — he wanted more. 

“B-but I could’ve treated you out —” your voice was almost gone. You’ll probably get a noise complaint from your neighbors the next morning. 

“babe, the best way you can treat out your baby girl,” Satoru rasped as he fully slipped himself inside you again, eyes rolling to the back of his head for a short moment before carnally staring into your eyes, “is letting him fuck you whenever he wants —”

“Wait wait!” you covered his lips with your hands, cheekily looking up as you then cupped his face, amused as you watched the discontent growl plastered on his expression morph into a pout.

Grumbling, Satoru huffed, “That’s all I've been doing this past month —” 

“I said wait!" stifling his whine, pulling him closer to your bosom to place a kiss on his forehead, delighted to hear the small ring of your phone jingle in tune.

“happy birthday loser,” you cooed.

“You’re the worst for making me go through this,” he chuckled while caging you in, his arms surrounding your head as he brushed his finger against your cheek, his thumb lingering against your swollen lips that were softly smudged with lipstick, “but thank you, 'm getting older, but i’ll fuck you even harder,” he proposed with a wink.

“Wow…” unbelievable that he still had energy, “even with a month of no sex, you’ll still so horny.”

“Yea, because we gotta make babies now,” Satoru chirped, his lips making its way to your swollen nipples, sucking on the tips.

“Thought you didn’t want kids?” 

“Eh, I figured… having a little gremlin like Megumi or Tsumiki-chan wouldn’t be so bad.”

“Just admit it,” running your hands through his sweaty hair, “you like them a lot more than you’ll admit.”

Suddenly propping his head up like a groundhog, with spit trailing down his chin, he corrected, “False, I like them only to an extent because I get tabs on their dad.”

“Tabs about who he’s dating? Why are you going to sell that to the tabloids?” 

“Exactly, Tsumiki-chan always spill the tea, and plus that fart needs some action.” 

“Even though you’re my boyfriend, you really are something.”

“Eh, i’ve gotten better compliments,” he shrugged, his attention going straight back to your nipples.

“ ‘Toru… d-do you think Suguru made it?” a moan slipped from your lips while you positioned yourself more comfortably under him, getting yourself ready.

Letting go of your nipples with a sharp pop, “That fucker wouldn’t lie to me — oh fuck” your boyfriend released a gluttonous moan as he furrowed his brows, hissing while clenching his stomach from absolutely losing it right then and there, “d-don’t clench so suddenly like that.”

“Gotta keep up with the pace, baby girl,” licking your lips while cocking a brow. “So… are you going to fuck me,” clenching while you tugged his hips down to your pelvis, hearing him hiss on the impact made your guts tighten while you watched him melt from the pressure surrounding his heated length pulsing inside you. 

Using all your strength to turn your bodies around, now saddling your legs against his hips as you watched his stunned expression from above, it felt nice being in control. and fully sinking onto his cock as you started rolling your hips in repeated motions, in between wanting breaths, you asked,

“or am I gonna have to fuck you, pretty?” 

— next morning.

Ding!

From: Asshole

so did you succeed? 

To: Asshole

nah, fucked last night. you?

From: Asshole

nice.  but happy birthday, bro.

To: Asshole

thx so, you pulled through?

From: Asshole (5 hours later)

nah, we fucked the day after making the bet.  fucked again just now, too :P

author's note: omg... first sooo sorry for the lack of editing on this. holy smokes, it was way too long and i didn't dare to read through all of this. but if you have, thank you! i greatly appreciate you

ᯓ★ CAM GIRL #2! — CHOSO KAMO

SYNOPSIS...a continuation of my loser!choso series

INFO...loser!choso x camgirl!reader, fucking yourself on camera, use of toys, masturbation, video call sex, squirting, praise, mutual masturbation, guided masturbation, voyeurism, fingering, overstim, multiple orgasms, not proofread

WC...3.4k

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

read part 1 here

Another long and grueling day at work has choso rushing home once again to his laptop in hopes to find you streaming. Just thinking about it already had his dick throbbing against his khakis. Choso couldn’t get it out of his head, the last time he watched you, you invited him to a private chat. It’d be any mans dream to talk to you, especially alone. But, his nerves got the better of him and he couldn’t do it. He wouldn’t know what to say, or do, how would the conversation even go?

Choso threw his bag down on the floor, sighing when he sat down on the couch, his laptop waiting for him on the coffee table. As he opened it, your streaming site was already up and lucky for him you were live. Excitement bubbled in his chest, one hand fumbling with his belt buckle while the other clicked on your stream. His dick was already leaking precum, swollen red tip pulsating as he slowly stroked himself.

He licked his lips, biting down on his bottom one, eyes scanning over the screen, volume all the way up. You were propped in your computer chair, legs spread open, slowly fucking yourself with a pink dildo. It seems like you just got started, even more perfect. He intently watched the way your pussy sucked the toy in, following your pace as he imagined, like all the times before, that it was him inside of you. “F-fuck,” he whispered. Just thinking about it made the blood rush straight to his dick.

His eyes perked up at the sound of your whimpers, a bright smile spreading across your face. Your free hand played with your tits, pulling at your perky nipples, twisting them between your fingers. “Mmph, feels so good,” you giggle, looking into the camera. “Shit,” you gasp, the head of the toy pressing up against your g-spot, dragging along your walls. Your eyes roll back in pleasure, your movements starting to pick up in pace, fucking yourself harder and faster.

Choso knew he needed to grab your attention again. He knew you never read the chat, but you always responded to donations. He would know. With his card already linked, he was quick to send you a $50 donation. He waited patiently until it came through, his name popping up on screen.

“Choso, t-thank you—ah, fuck—for the $50. Still owe me a chat, sweetheart.” You smile at the camera and his heart drops, his cheeks burn, and he feels like he could cum on the spot. He’s immediately sends another donation with a response.

chosoxxx sent $50: after your stream, promise

“Y-you better hold to your—nngh—promise!” Your brows furrow in pleasure, the lewd squelches of your pussy coming through his laptop speakers. Your free reaches down to your neglected clit, rubbing it in circles. “Fuckkkk!” You cry out, toes curling when you purposefully slam into your sweet spot over and over.

“You’re close aren’t you, baby?” Choso mumbles under his breath. He knows you like the back of his hand. He can’t tell with the way your toes point and your, the way your eyes roll back and you can’t stop saying every curse word known to man, that you’re gonna cum. He clenches his jaw, fisting his cock at your pace, squeezing harder each time he reaches the tip. “Come on, baby. I know you’re right there,” he’s pants heavily.

Your head feels like it’s spinning, your sloppy cunt dripping all over your new chair, and you feel that familiar pressure in your low abdomen. “Oh my god!” You toss your head back, putting more pressure on your throbbing clit. “Yes, yes, yes!” You mewl, bottom lip tucked between your teeth. “F-fuck, fuck!” Your legs began to quiver, low eyes watching how to the dildo disappears in and out of you with each thrust. Within seconds, clear liquid spurts from your pussy in waves, gushing all over your thighs, dripping onto the floor. “Nnngh! Yessss! Ah!” You scream, eyes screwed shut as your entire body shakes.

“Good girl, just what I needed—fuck!” He grunts, thick globs of cum flow from his swollen tip. Choso hears the chimes of donations pouring through, the chat going a million miles per hour as they beg you to squirt again, to keep fucking yourself.

A lazy spreads across your lips and you slide the dildo out of your cunt. “I’m sorry, but it’s gonna be a short stream today.” You pout. “But thank you for joining me and thank you for the donations. I hope you all had fun like I did!” You blow a kiss to the camera and smile before ending the stream. Choso sits there with his dick still in his hand and the thought falls upon him. He promised to message you. You want him to message you.

He can’t stop replaying it in his head. The way you said his name, the way you said he owed you a chat. Without thinking, he clicks on your profile, staring at the message button for a few seconds, his finger hovering over the mouse. He clicks on it. The blank messaging screen pops up and he can see you were last live two minutes ago. His eyes narrow, looking down at his keyboard before typing a simple hi and sending it.

Now, he waits. Seconds start to feel like minutes and minutes feel like hours. He just stares at the screen waiting for a speech bubble to pop up with a response to his message. And as if the gods have heard his prayers, you write him back. His smile spreads ear to ear.

lovelyyn: hi choso! You kept your promise

chosoxxx: told you I would

lovelyyn: good, I couldn’t wait to talk to you. Thank you for all the donations from my last stream and the ones from today. As a special offer…would you live to do a private video chat?

His eyes widen upon reading your question. Is he dreaming right now? Talking to you one on one? Just to see you and hear your voice—his cock is already hard again.

chosoxxx: I would love to

Your profile picture displayed on his screen, his breathing ragged as he answered the call. His mouth felt dry, throat closed, all while profusely sweating. “Hiii, Choso!” You cutely giggled, waving at the camera. You were no longer in your streaming room and you had already changed your clothes.

“H-hi,” he awkwardly chuckled, waving back. “It’s nice to finally talk with you.”

“Likewise.” You placed your head in your hand, leaning against it. “You’re a lot different from what I expected. In a good way.” Your eyes narrowed.

“Oh, uh, thank you,” he awkwardly laughed.

“I’m saying you’re cute,” you blurted out, chewing on your bottom lip. Choso couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He didn’t know if you were just trying to butter him up or actually telling the truth. Either way, he was living for it. It made his dick jump whenever you smiled or stared at him through the camera. “You have a really nice voice too,” you added.

“Yeah?” He questioned, adjusting in his seat.

“Mhm.” You nodded. You weren’t sure if he could tell, but in the back of your mind you were thinking about him, and you’ve been thinking about him since he donated tons of money. Of course you thought about all the nasty things, wanting him to fuck you, use you, maybe even stream it so people can really watch you lose your mind and see how much of a whore you really are.

Your hand creeped down to your silk panties, slipping your fingers under them, sneakily rubbing your clit while you listened to him talk, watching the way his mouth moved, wondering what it would feel like on your pussy. Poor Choso was obviously lost to the situation, stumbling over his words, nerves bundled within him. “Choso, do you watch my streams often?” You outright asked.

He looked like a deer in headlight, eyes wide, avoiding your gaze. “Um, I don’t…I mean I do, but not—” Your sweet giggles filled his ears and he looked at you, letting out an airy, awkward chuckle.

“You watch me all the time, don’t you?” Just the thought of it made your cunt grow wetter, your fingers rubbing slow circles on your clit. “It’s okay, you can say it. I like knowing you’re watching me,” you whimper. It was getting hard to hold back your moans.

“I do…I do,” he barely says above a whisper. You adjust your computer on the bed, pushing it farther back, showing Choso exactly what you were doing. It felt like the air was sucked out of his lungs, he couldn’t look away from you, or your pretty pussy that you were so greedily rubbing. Did he make you do that? His cock throbbed, twitching just from watching you touch yourself. “What…what are you doing?” He stupidly asked, mentally cursing at himself.

A blissful sigh escapes your lips, kicking your panties off to fully expose yourself to him. “Touch yourself with me,” you sinfully say, staring right at him. Choso gulps, his heart beating rapidly against his ribcage as he wraps his hand around the base of his cock, a low grunt leaving his throat. “I wanna see. Show me,” you say in a pleading tone. Choso moves his laptop onto the coffee table, getting the perfect view of him manspreading on the couch, his thick, veiny dick throbbing in his hand. His shirt is somewhere discarded on his living room floor, the sweat from his abs reflecting off of the light.

And you like what you see, smiling like a kid in a candy store because you can’t believe a guy like him watches you all the time, spends his money on you. How doesn’t he have a girlfriend? Or does he? “H-hey, Choso, you’re single, right?” You brows furrow, biting the inside of cheek while you still toy with your clit.

“Never—nngh—had a…girlfriend,” he breathed heavily, jaw going slack when he twists his wrist in circular motions. Upon hearing his words, you couldn’t be more delighted. He such a loser, but he’s a hot one with a big dick. Lucky you. “You have such a pretty pussy, baby,” he whimpers, low eyes locked onto your dripping cunt. “Put two fingers in for me.”

You prop yourself up on one elbow, spreading your legs further as you slowly dip two fingers into your aching cunt, imagining it was him filling you up and stretching you out. He watches your head fall back when you piston your finger in and out, hitting deep in the back of your pussy with each thrust. “Can you hear how needy I am, Cho?” You mewl, batting your pretty eyelashes at him.

The nickname you suddenly call him goes straight to his dick. He pumps his cock at your pace, and he can’t help but think of the many times he’s thought about this exact moment. One on one with you, no one else to interfere. “Yeah, give her what she wants, baby,” he says through gritted teeth.

“Mmph, fuck! I want you…want you inside me,” you moan, your face twisting in pleasure, going harder and faster. Your hand reaches up to your chest, squeezing your breast, twisting your hard nipple between your fingers. “Your cock looks so good.” A lazy smile spread across your lips, licking them when you think about him fucking your face, making a sloppy mess of you. “Oh my god!”

Choso selfishly wraps two hands around his cock, pumping fast, smearing his precum along his length, pretending it’s your juices that he’s fucking himself with. “You want me? Oh, I want you too, pretty girl. F-fuck—been wanting you for so…fucking…long,” his voice breaks with each word, cracking from pleasure. His hips buck up into his hands, eyes rolling back. “Come on, baby, I need to see you squirt. Please, please, please,” he begs.

You can feel the pressure build up in abdomen, your pussy tightening around your fingers as you grow closer and closer to squirting. Your toes point, legs shaking when you feel the overwhelming amount of pleasure consume your body. “You like watching me squirt, huh?” Your sultry tone and expression sends a chill down his spine.

“You make a mess just gets me so…fucking hard.” He sucks in a breath, his hips squirming. “I know you’re close, pretty girl, I know…ah, yes—fuck—I know,” he whimpers, trying his hardest not to cum just yet. And as if on cue, your pussy is gushing all over your fingers and your bed sheets. “Yes, yes, let it all out. Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You cry, your fist clenching into a ball, grabbing onto the sheets below you. “Oh my god!” You scream, your entire body quivers with what feels like every last bit of you. You lift your head just in time to watch Choso cum, thick white ropes shooting from his swollen tip. His abs tense up, hips jolting with every drag of his hands.

“Y-yes, yes,” his voice wavers, eyes closed shut as he basks in the bliss of his orgasm. “I can’t…I can’t stop,” he whimpers. “Shit, I just need to keep cumming for you, baby.” His breathing is ragged. And despite how sensitive he is, his dick is still pulsating, and his balls are still heavy with cum. “Need to fuck that pussy so badly,” he whines, staring at the camera with low eyes.

Quickly, you grab your dildo from your nightstand drawer, pushing the silicone head past your soaked folds. It slips in with ease and it makes you feel so much more fuller, the stretch making you wince, but you don’t mind. You’re too busy thinking about cumming, too busy wondering what he’d feel like inside of you, filling you to the brim with his cum. You’re fucking yourself deep, hitting that sweet spot that makes you drool and turns you stupid. “Ah, fuck!” You screw your shut. “Feels so fucking good!” You’ve never been so turned on before watching someone else cum, especially cumming to you.

The squelching of your pussy is like music to his ears and he’s so fixated on the way your pretty pussy takes the dildo. “You take it so good. Mhm, yeah,” he nods. “You like watching it slide in and out of that pussy, don’t you?” A smirk curves at the corner of his lips. “I do too,” he whispers. “Go faster for me, baby,” he orders.

You listen, both hands grabbing the base of your toy and pushing it into your poor pussy harder and faster. “Oh, I’m gonna cum again, gonna cum…fuck, Cho! Baby! Nnghh ahhh!” Your eyes widen when clear liquid spurts from your pussy, pushing the dildo out. You reach for your clit, rubbing it harshly as more of your juices cascade down your puffy lips. You slap your pussy a few times, giggling at the mess.

“Look at that,” he sobs, fisting his cock. “Keep going, keep going.” His jaw clenches. “Ride it, fucking ride it,” he huffs. Adjusting the camera angle once more, you turn over, your back facing him, your ass taking up most of the camera as glide the dildo up and down your pussy, nudging your clit. “God, you’re a fucking tease,” he groans.

Your pussy glistens with your juices, just what Choso liked to see. Lifting your hips, you sink down onto the toy slowly, your pussy wrapping around the dildo and Choso lets out a guttural groan at the sight before him. You steady yourself on the palm of your hands, your ass jiggling with each bounce. “Look at me while you ride it, wanna see your pretty face.” His words were so keen yet desperate, and when you looked over your shoulder with that smile, Choso almost came on the spot.

“It’s so deep,” you mewl. Your back arches when you feel the tip kiss your cervix, a pleasured cry comes from you, tears forming in your eyes.

“There you go, baby,” he grins. He squeezes the tip of his cock and runs his thumb over it, shuddering at the effect. “F-fuck…there you go.” He trembles. “Don’t stop…don’t stop. Keep going for me, baby. Be a good girl and keep going,” he whispers, his whiny voice cracking. “Shit, shit, shit.” He slowed his movements down, bringing him right to the edge of his orgasm. He gasped for air, feeling lightheaded.

You watch him barely hold back his urge, finding it so hot how horny and needy he was—just like you. “Gonna cum, Cho? Mmm, I want it inside of me so bad, want watch it drip out of my pussy.” Your sinful words make Choso squirm, and he can’t help but fuck his fist faster once again.

“No, no, baby, don’t say stuff like that to me—ah, fuck, fuck. You’re gonna make me cum,” he cries, tossing his head back in ecstasy, a low groan escaping his throat. The image is glued into his brain and now he can’t stop thinking about it. “Oohhh, goddamn!” He lifts his head, breathing heavily between his moans. His eyes narrow in on your pussy, watching it glide up and down your toy. “Smack that ass for me,” he orders. “Yeah, yeah, just like that.” You swat your ass hard, the sound echoing off your walls and through his laptop speakers. “God, I’m gonna cum so fucking hard.”

“Cum with me, Cho—I’m close. Oh my god!” You grip onto the sheets below you. “Baby,” you huff, “baby…fuck…yes, yes!” You squeal, lifting your hips as streams of clear liquid shoot from your pussy, soaking your bed. Your entire body shakes, falling forward onto your pillows with a soft thump. You stingily stick two of your fingers back in your cunt, drawing out your orgasm for as long as possible.

Choso’s breath quivers as he grows seconds from cumming, his fist pumping fast and hard and he’s making suck a sticky mess. “A-ahh, f-fuckkkk,” his hips are jumping and thick globs of cum spurt everywhere, landing on his chest, stomach, and hands. “Yes, oh my god, yes,” he breathes, still pumping his cock.

Both of you are breathing frantically, panting, trying to catch your breath. You manage to gather your strength and face the camera, a lazy smile on your face and a fucked out look in your eyes. Choso chuckles, tossing his head back, dick still twitching. “Well, that was fun,” you laugh. “And messy,” you added.

“Fuck me, that was too good. I’m still shaking.” He shakes his head in disbelief, wiping the sweat off of his head with the back of his hand.

“Me too! My legs are so weak,” you reply, taking a deep breath. “I enjoyed our private chat. I think it was worth it.” You bite your lip.

“I agree. Thank you for that. God, no one would believe me if I told them,” he laughs.

“No, thank you. I was more pent up than I thought…You said you don’t have a girlfriend, right?” You raised a brow, fiddling with your fingers.

“No, why?” Choso asks out of curiosity, smirking at you.

“Where do you live?” You kept bombarding him with questions like you were some type of investigator. Though, you were actually interested in him.

“Um, Sendai,” he answers.

“Perfect. Take me on a date. I’ll text my number to you,” you hurriedly say with a smile.

“Wait, what? Hold on—”

“If it isn’t obvious, I like you, Choso. Is there a problem with that?” You ask in a playful tone.

“No,” his voice trails off, “no, not at all.” He shakes his head. “I just never—”

“Had a girlfriend or been on a date? I don’t care. You’re cute and awkward—which is also cute—but I like you. You seem like a sweetheart and you can make me cum so that’s a plus.” The way you were speaking to him so casually had him shocked, but then he remembers just mere minutes ago both of you were having sex on video chat together. But horny Choso and normal Choso are two different sides of him. “So, like I said, I’ll text you my number and we can continue talk and go on a date. Got it?”

“Yeah,” he nods his head obediently, “I got it.” He’s at a loss for words.

“Good,” you say cheerfully. “Byeee, Choso! Text me!” You wave at the camera, laughing and giggling and his heart flutters when you blow him a kiss. The video chat ends and he sits there stunned. His dick is still out, his cum painted all over his torso and he can’t comprehend what just happened. He sees you text your number in chat and just stares and stares.

“Holy fucking shit.”

a/n: I fear this is long overdue and I am soooo sorry lmaooo but I hope it was worth the wait bc if not I’ll cry myself to sleep

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basketball star!gojo who likes to post you on his instagram story shooting hoops with him. if you're bad, it just makes for a cute story but if you're good, it leads to a one v one but satoru wins just barely. but just barely (he could have embarassed you but what's the fun in that?)

basketball star!gojo who shows off a lot during his games, making three after three, laughing as he does so to piss off his opponents. he always makes eye contact with you, who always sat at half court in the very front row. one time, he made a jump shot but didn't even look at the hoop, he knew it was drained. he winked at you as the ball sunk into the hoop, the crowd going wild and a bunch of cheers from the bench. but his eyes were on you.

basketball star!gojo who goes out to celebrate with his team after wins but he is texting you the entire time. you tell him to have fun and that you were going to be at the hotel all night. that was a big mistake because when you told him that, he told his team he needed to go because he wasn't feeling good. but he surely made you feel great that night.

basketball star!gojo who is surprised but blown out of his mind when he sees his number six painted cutely on the apple of your cheek. it was a small detail but he loved it so much. he kissed it multiple times after running to you once the game was done, leaving him with smeared blue face paint on his lips. you both laughed while you wiped it off, smudging it away on your jeans. you made sure to do it for playoff games since it was good luck.

basketball star!gojo who will sit in the living room to watch game film but if he spots you in the crowd, he'll pause it, grab you from whatever you're doing to show you with a bright smile. "baby look! i found you!" it was always that sentence with a low giggle, his cerulean eyes shimmering each time. it never failed to put a bright amile on your face because he was truly smitten with you.

basketball star!gojo who likes to pull you into his lap, post game adernaline making him twitchy and achy in his sweaty shorts. his teammates know not to go to the showers right after the game because they'll see you bent over the porcelain sink with satoru hitting it from behind, gripping your hair to make your back curve in a pornographic arch.

basketball star!gojo who makes you wear his jersey while he takes you from behind, watching gojo six jiggle each time his cock hits your g-spot, your walls sucking him in greedily. you can feel every vein, every goddamn ridge. drool dribbled from your lips and tears of pleasure bubbled in your eyes, your moans and mewls smushed by the pillow.

Hellooo, lowk imagine a jealous sukuna x reader fic where he bottles his true feelings for her. That leads to an argument which then leads to reader storming out and meeting w/ her friends to have them dress up as a guy and pretend their her new hook up or smth 😭😭

Debrief: Sukuna would rather die than talk about feelings but you do that thing (exist) that he likes and he cant help himself (crash out)

4868 words.

If someone asked Sukuna how he felt about you he’d say you were just best friends. He’d actually talk so much shit that it could be the fic itself.

But if you were to ask anyone else how they think he felt about you? The majority answer would be ‘down bad’ followed by ‘obsessed’ followed by ‘unhinged’.

Gojo mutters something about pussy whipped.

“And they were roommates” you finish off before placing the cherry red lollipop back in your mouth as you lift the opposite arm to touch the ceiling. Yes the ceiling someway somehow you had convinced the pink haired brute to carry you around on his shoulders something about wanting to know what it fealt like to be his height.

“You're such a nosy brat y’know?” He keeps walking around, switch in hand looking so tiny since his palms are so huge. He was playing the sims and just put one with pink hair and no tattoos in the pool and took the ladder out. You lean down with your pink dyed hair covering his view wobbling slightly but he's quick to steady you.

Before you can retaliate his brothers Choso and Yuji are walking into his apartment not phased at all by the scene except Yuki, chosos girlfriend who definitely is shocked.

You greet them all while Sukuna glares at them not wanting to hear anything not even see the knowing smirks on their face.

The second time they walk in on the two of you your head is in sukunas lap your body elongated on the couch as you scold him for being mean to some of his employees at the tattoo shop. Hes barely listening though your slender fingers tracing his tattoos especially the ones on his bare chest. 

These were the perks of best friend privileges, you could do absolutely anything you wanted to him and hed just let you. Hed glare at you with that look of annoyance and call you a brat but he did that when he was happy too so you brush it off as nothing more than his default. 

He would never admit it but he likes when you dote on hin like this, likes that youre bossy and commanding you never ask him to do anything you tell him. For someone half his size you surely do think you have alot of power of him(you do). He likes the way your body feels against him too because to you the Y in Your space was silent not that he minded your excuse being hes so huge and takes up so much space.

The curves on your body drove him wild especially when you placed himself in his lap, your plush ass sitting right on his dick and if he even looked down he’d have a perfect view of your breast that’s always on display in the low cut shirts you wore.

“Are you even listening?” Your voice pulls his attention as you give him a slight glare, hand wrapping around his bicep… well the part your hand could fit around.

“No” he smirks the clouded over look in his maroon eyes fading as he looks down at you watching you huff and slowly sit up. “Why should i” he challenges loving the way you never back down.

“Because im your bestie for the restie and im always right” you arrogantly scoff climbing into his lap smiling at the eye roll he gives you, the fourth one today by the way, as an arm wraps around your waist to steady you.

“Shut up ‘bestie for the restie’ yuck” he mocks in a high pitched voice always making fun of you for saying stuff like that. He hated it, it was so girly and childish and stupid and he absolutely did not want to be your bestie.

“You actually bullied me into the silly little friendship” he reminds you the day you pranced into his shop bragging about the great colorwork of tattoos you did on all skintones and he couldnt deny your talent. Nor your friendship apparently.

“A woman half your size bullied you? The great lord sukuna. The masochist. The most muscular man in all of japan got bullied by a girl who doesnt use the top shelf in her home because shes to short to reach it” you gasp rhetorically leaning closer and closer making him hang off every word as if you were talking about something else. Its so innocent yet seductive all at the same time.

“Maybe i let the little pup thinks she is for my own amusement” he teases back with a smirk knowing it would get under your skin. Provoking you to get you riled up was one of his favorite pastimes. 

“I will fuck you up” you snap with a vicious glare  angrily sinking your teeth into your bottom lip. His skin burns at the sight remembering the drunk night at the club a few weeks ago and the kiss you shared when you sunk your teeth into his lip. Oh you couldve asked him for his soul and he wouldve told you its already yours.  The next day though you just brushed it off before pestering him about it being so cold in the shop and demanding his hoodie.

“I would love to see you try” his smirk never leaving his face leaning closer to challenge you. Before your mouth can open in retaliation your phone chirps with 5 back to back text and your attention is gone from him.

“Oh its ‘toru” you smile… a bit to widely for his liking before getting lost in your phone.

“What the fuck is a Toru” he sneers unable to keep his jealousy at bay, because who in the actual fuck was toru and why were you smiling at your phone like that.

“Satoru Gojo” you shrug as if you hadnt just named a man that was so famous for gettin around he was known for sleeping with men and women and nobody batted an eye because they were just waiting on their chance.

“And you call him Toru?” He tries to stay calm digs his nails into his palms and digs his heels into the floor.

“Yes sukuna” you hiss not sure why he was asking such a redundant question. You hated being questioned this is actually where you and him were similar you were going to do what you wanted and when you didnt need anybody questioning you or being nosy. You had fucked up though nicknaming another man and reffering to him as just sukuna instead of kuna or even kirby that you called him from time to time.

“Get off me” he snaps and your head snaps up from the phone to his eyes that are actively avoiding you. Well who pissed in his onigiri? What was with the sudden change in attitude.

“Are you actually dumb enough to let that little fuckboy—“ he starts raging, not caring what words come out of his mouth until its to late and he sees the pure rage in your eyes.

“Dumb?!” You snap climbing off his lap and taking a step back from him. While you may seem soft and sweet like a cute little yapper there was a dark very vicious side to you that it seemed he could only trigger and once it was out it was like two fires colliding to see who could burn the most.

“When did you even have the time to meet this fucking idiot” he scowls hating Satoru and maybe he shouldve told you about their rivalry and that he actually knew the man but that would require good communication skills which is obviously something a man whos been crushing on you for nearly a year lacks.

“Maybe if you didnt spend so much time being a grumpy scowling asshole youd make friends too” you snap at him and he nearly has to bite his tongue he didnt give a fuck about friends when he had two annoying brothers, a pain in the ass Toji, Uraume and most importantly you.

“Who needs ‘em when i have you to pester me all fucking day” he snaps and he really didnt mean it so before he can say anything else he turns around to walk away only for you to keep going. You knew he never meant it when he said stuff like that it was part of your banter but this time you were furious and how dare he turn his back on you.

“And now you wont have to worry about me ever again” you snap shoving him on your way out making sure to slam the white door as hard as you could.

“Dont slam my fucking door” you hear his deep voice boom through the walls. So rightfully so you storm back to open it and slam it even harder. You hear “fucking brat” but refuse to not give him the satisfaction because realistically what the fuck was he going to do.

“Hey Y/n, what are you doing at the shop so late?” Yuji ask making Choso, Yuki and Toji look at you along with Maki who cuts the tattoo gun off pausing on her client.

“You being here this late only means one thing: you got a shipment of new tattoo ink or you and your little pink haired boyfriend are arguing…” she smirks, turning the gun back on. “And unless the mail started delivering on sundays id say the later”

“Its not my fault hes such an ass… and hes not my boyfriend” you cross your arms sitting at your station tinkering with all of the trinkets on your desk until you spot a 2x4 cutout of you and Sukuna from a photobooth you found at the movie theatres. Yanking it from its place on the mirror you lay it picture side down ignoring the little scribbles on the back.

So frustrated you tell them about the argument as theatrically as possible expecting for them to be on your side because he was wrong… as usual whenever you two argued which isnt often until recently but when you only receive snickers and hidden looks it only pushes you further into frustration.

“What is so funny, Maki?” You scowl at her crossing your arms over your chest before Choso burst out laughing.

“You two are so stupidly obsessed with another its comical, just last week you were calling him a slut for a woman texting him about a tattoo” she  cackles taking her glasses off because her eyes were watering from laughing so hard.

“She sent him a nude that he kept looking at, which was gross by the way” you stick your nose in the hair and brush your hair off your shoulder.

“She was sending him a picture of her leg” Yuji intercepts being an actual witness to the picture and argument. 

“Yeah and you could see her underwear, very unprofessional if you ask me. I just think if you are a shop owner you should have a bit more professionalism and not allow stuff like that” you shrug licking your gloss covered lips.

“Sukuna… professional? Youre on a roll tonight doll” Toji laughs at you this time spraying his station down with cleaning spray signifying he was done for the day and throwing everything into a big drawer as the rest of your coworkers laugh at the comment.

“You guys are actually the worst and to think i was telling him he should be nicer to you guys” you pout looking at the picture turned flat on your desk.

“I'm going to just say what nobody else is saying— that moron fucking likes you. Its kinda cute the way hes been pinning over you for the last few months” Yuki blurts twirling her blonde hair around her finger from Chosos lap who hisses her name.

“Dont get involved ive been in the middle of their fights, not worth it” he tells her and Yuji just agrees. Maki nor Toji cared enough to get involved preffering to just be bystanders, sometimes the cousins even made bets on who would win.

A solid two weeks goes by before Yuki intervenes. Two weeks of glares, blatantly ignoring another and even bumping shoulder because truth be told you two couldnt go to long without touching another.

Yuki listened as you called him everything but a child of God including a slut, whore, whoremonger and 7 other curse words she wasnt even sure people with a degrading kink would enjoy being called as the two of you watch him tattoo a woman who had obviously been flirting with him the whole time. 

Yuki nearly looses it when its thursday— your day of the week to control the aux so of course everyone is expecting to hear megan the stallion which you don’t disappoint especially playing her newest album. But its when BAS plays that you and sukuna may eye contact before you look away going back to unpacking your ink not missing a single word.

“Im acting like i dont know him in public you treat him like a prize i treat him like hes disgusting” you rap a bit to loudly and the tension gets high in the parlor everyones eyes floating over to him but hes already glaring at you, you feel his glare but choose to ignore him so he does the only thing he knows he can.

“Turn this shit off” he snaps getting up walking over to the power source but is stopped when you finally speak.

“If its not your day on the aux you cant touch it— your rules” you remind him not even flinching or missing a beat he stops looking over at you the first time youve said something to him in weeks your pink curls in a half up half down with two strands framing your face his favorite hair style on you and its like you were doing it on purpose.

 “We aint together but we together i hope nobody dont catch us” you keep going a second later this time your eyes meeting his through the mirror and he almost looses his cool when truth be told when it concerned you didnt take much. All eyes are back on him to see what his next plan of action is knowing hes not going to let you get away with it.

“New rule Megan is banned on thursdays” he smirks watching the way everyone turns back to you bracing for the argument to break out. But thats what he wanted… he was a menace and you knew better. You just unlock your phone with a grin turning on a worse song.

Aint shit by Doja cat and you watch the way his ears burn red with anger as you sing along. He wanted to burn everything down. You couldn't play anything if there wasn't somewhere to play it. But this wasnt a game he wanted to play with you… he didnt even wanna argue with you. He just didnt want you to talk to that white haired freak.

So with a few more hours of listening to your “indirect” shit talking songs somehow all of you survived the end of the night with nobody dying Sukuna ended up leaving early to go meet with Uraume.

 So it’s no shock when you run into Uraume at the entrance of your apartment who sends you a kind smile.

“Hello” they speak politely, bowing at you slightly and sending Yuki a look. Yuki wasn't their favorite person and vice versa but they managed… somehow.

“How are you, it's been too long” you smile, hugging them squeezing in a way that made them slightly uncomfortable as you usually did it being your running joke since Uraume acted so professional all the time. Unaware of the way Yuki snaps a picture and posts it on insta making sure to tag you in it with a small red heart and heart eyes opting out of tagging Uraume for obvious reasons with no idea of the storm that was beginning to brew.

You sigh tilting your head as your black gently used paintbrush glides across the canvas. You weren't supposed to be thinking of him. Weren't supposed to let him live rent free in your mind you were here taking this class with your friends trying to be more in touch with your softer feminine side with a half up half down hair style a black bow tying your now maroon dyed body wave bundles together with a pink crop top and white mini skirt.

Trying to get over your feelings, you were passed the anger now just kinda sad this was the longest you had gone without talking to the bane of your existance.

Ryomen sukuna.

So why were you painting a throne on a pile of skulls and bones while the paint instructor had a field of assorted flowers and a beautiful sky. Before you can dwell on it your phone rings and you roll your eyes at the contact.

“What Choso” you spit into the phone and not that you hated him it's just that every time he called it was for something stupid… every time and this time was no different.

“Fine, im sending you my location now. Besides i don't think this soft girl era class is working anyway” you admit after hearing his request noticing Maki was painting a sword with a gun at the hilt and Nobara was painting a self portrait with a flower in her hair.

“And you want me to believe I’m supposed to just go look him in his eyes and say “No Ryo you're not like this” and he's going to stop destroying everything in his path?” You ask boredly twisting a burgundy colored curl around your finger leaning back in the car seat watching the dark haired man next to you run a hand over his tired baggy eyes. He winces, sending you a quick glance leaning further into his leather car seats. He originally told you he needed to have a talk about Yuki but once you got in the car and saw Yuji you knew it was about Sukuna.

“We have to try something… Y/n… I know it's been 2 months but he's getting worse. Hes not just picking fights anymore he's beating the shit out of people, he's destroying bars and clubs getting us banned and i've bailed him out so many times i'm actually nervous he's going to start putting a dent in my bank account” Choso exclaims pulling up to the bar and you can hear the commotion from the car. 

There's a part of you that enjoys knowing hes spiraling without you. The fact that hes now a complete crash out and is so horrendously down bad for you it nearly makes your heart flutter. But you push that sick flattery down looking at yourself in the side mirror before applying more of your nyx butter gloss on your plump lips.

“If you don't do it for him can you do it for me…please.”Yuji, sukunas younger brother asks, leaning forward from the back seat tall body squishing inbetween the seats of you and Choso. His puppy dog eyes and innocent demeanor are overwhelming… how could you say no. Sighing you look over at Choso with your most vicious glare lash extensions giving you a softer look though and made you look more like a vixen than a murderer. 

“You're lucky he's too young to be a witness or accessory in your murder” you threaten before swinging your door open and climbing out. The bar doors feel heavy as you push it open and you feel disgusted even being here. It was where criminals hung out, where people sold drugs beyond just weed and a place nobody called the cops no matter what happened. You were a lady and had no reason being here. 

But when you’re eyes land on him it’s like everything comes rushing back. How you met, where you met your first kiss first gift first fight and the last. 

Was it shitty to stop coming to the shop whenever you knew he’d be there? Sure but you knew you weren't strong enough to do it with him around. All it would take is his eyes going soft on you and you'd fold.

It’s like he senses your energy, of course he could. He could spot you in a dark room he paused so much attention to you that he knew you anywhere. His eyes light up for just a second. There's a split moment of happiness before the rage returns 10 fold and he destroys everything in his path to you.

“I dont need you following me or doing anything out of pity” he gives you a bored expression before turning back to his messes he created with a proud look.

Scoffing, you look over towards Choso eyes catching a glimpse of the bar and actually looking at it this time. Bar stools were broken and destroyed, the pool table in half and bodies everywhere. The bartender wasnt even behind the bar. He nearly burned it down destroyed… everything. Its like he tore the bar down in search of something  and began throwing a tantrum beating everyone senseless when he couldnt find it.

Turning completely away from sukuna you send a “are you serious look” toward his brother before stepping over the large body of a man, the heel of your shoe getting stuck for a second in the sticky blood. This was beyond your scope, absolutely nothing you could do. He was too far gone.

“Where are you going?” His voice hitting such a soft timbre makes you freeze along with Yuji but Choso has a knowing look. Like he knew all it took was for you two to see another again he no longer feels bad about tricking you saying he wanted to hangout just to get you here.

Sukuna instantly realizes how he sounds and scrambles to let out his rough demeanor.

“How dare you turn your back on me, woman” he seethes and you hated when he called you that it sounded so derogatory. But it reveals something to the other two in the room: all the rough words and acts of aggression was just him being hurt… who would've thought the great sukuna would be hurting and acting out like this all because he missed you. 

He felt abandoned.

Turning back to him you look him directly in his eyes watching the internal battle, you can't even help your eyes trail over all the new muscles and ink on his body… he was the one shirtless in here.

“Dude you're standing in a pile of bodies people you picked fights with. I don't want to bail you out anymore” Choso says, frustrated with his brother who just glares at him unimpressed.

“So leave me i told you i don't need your money just leave me” he gritts out running a hand through his hair. 

“And yuji?” His brother ask

“Yuji will be fine— people leave” sukuna speaks making sure to put emphasis on people leave while looking at you. He didn't get to do that, he didn't get to put you in this situation.

“We’re leaving” you say looking at the door but nobody moves, especially Sukuna who turns his head away from you and it’s like you could feel the heat of the room increasing.

“I said WE’RE leaving” and you pick up his motorcycle helmet and jacket shoving it into his chest and turning to walk out not leaving room for him to disagree. You smile when his heavy footsteps can be heard behind you and he makes sure to push the door open for you so you don't have to touch it.

As much of an ass as he is, he still makes sure to help you on his bike even offering his jacket so you don't freeze or have to worry about your skirt raising up as well as his helmet that still had the stupid Kuromi sticker you put on it months ago.

When he climbs on turning on the bike the engine roaring to life you hesitate wrapping your arms around his midsection which he scoffs at though you miss it over the load roar that has you clinging tighter onto him.

He smirks looking back at you before the two of you are flying down The streets of shibuya his frustration mild as all he can think of is your with the skirt on. He was too good of a driver to let you fall but he still had concern and fuck the way you’re legs looked and when did you dye your hair and—

He slows down pulling in to the garage of your building pulling into his usual parking spot that was spray painted with fire and skulls before cutting the engine. The walk to your apartment is silent. He doesn't know what to say and the last time he said something to you it was the wrong thing. He was starting to fume hating that you had this power over him, hating that he couldn’t just open his fucking mouth and talk swearing that in a past life he must’ve had several that wouldn’t stop moving so now he’s cursed with one that can’t move.

“Thanks for walking me to my door” you awkwardly say twirling the helmet in your hands before giving it back to him, a Kuromi sticker a stark contrast to the deep blood red. He licks his lips, feeling the way you look at him and suddenly feeling so small under your gaze.

“You should probably stop picking fights with people” you finally offer breaking the silence and hes instantly folds.

“I didn’t want to argue with you! I just think you can do better than that fucking cocky ass loser. I can’t believe you still went out with him” he rolls his eyes.

“I meant at bars” you tell him watching the way he gives you a blank stare to arrogant himself to acknowledge his own wrongs.

“And i didn’t go out with him” you add watching him scoff pulling out his phone and holding it up to you. The picture of you hugging Uraume only you can’t tell it’s them just you hugging a man with bright white hair screenshotted from Yuki's instagram.

“D’you think im a fucking idiot?!” He snaps, nearly crushing the phone in his hand which only causes you to laugh as you walk into your apartment kicking off your heels at the door. He follows only because he wants a explanation you were blatantly laughing in his face after being caught in a lie why the fuck was it so funny.

“Is that why your hair is red now? And you started wearing more makeup? And dressing more girly? And stopped coming to the shop as much” alright this was word vomit because what was he saying and what the fuck was he doing? He doesn't waste time with feelings such as these? Doesn’t care about insolent feelings like l—

“You’re an idiot if you don’t realize that’s your own fucking lap dog— its Uraume. They were outside and we were catching up i guess Yuki snapped the picture cause she thought it was cute” you giggle with a hand over your mouth watching as realization sets in.

“And my hair is maroon not red like the color of your eyes but obviously you hate it and my outfit and obviously you hate me because you went two months without talking to me and—“ your dramatically faint in his arms watching the way he smirks down at you when you peak an eye open missing the way it felt being so close to him and how quick his arms wrap around your midsection to stop you from falling.  In a split second your cheek is being cupped in his large palm and his lips are on yours. 

You aren’t expecting it arent expecting the softness of the action or his lips making your whole body freeze and eyes shut. 

Oh.

OH.

FUCK!

He couldn’t help himself honestly his brain moved faster than his body he hasn’t even processed what he did and now he has to find a new tattoo artist, explain to everyone why you won’t be working there any more find a new tiny woman to annoy him and a cliff to throw himself off of—

“I knew this lip gloss made my lips kissable” and he’s back looking down at you with a bewildered expression watching  the way you smile up at him still in his arms a slight dazed look to your eye and he swears he can see the little hearts in your pupils.

“I do hate you” he hisses with a smile pulling your lips back to his and this time you kiss back your hand reaching up to tug him closer making sure he knew exactly how you felt, letting your teeth graze his bottom lip pulling a small growl from him.

“Yeah. I like you too”

your wedding night with nanami kento

pairing: nanami kento x afab reader contains: nanami fucking you in your wedding dress, suit kink, oral sex (reciprocal), cowgirl, mating press, breeding/trying for a baby, aftercare, romantic fluff at the end. mood:  romantic, passionate, tender author's note: as promised, i will open my fic requests soon, so please stay tuned. thank you for expressing your interest ! huge thanks to ayushnz for my banner !

The snow falls gently outside the window walls of your luxury chalet, but you’re surrounded by an encompassing warmth. Crackling flames dance in the grand fireplace, casting a warm and comforting glow across the room, permeating the air with the smoky-sweet scent of chestnuts and cedar wood.

You close your eyes and savor the gentle tinkling sound of ice swirling inside a crystal glass as your husband, Nanami Kento, fixes himself a drink from the kitchen behind you. He raises his head and leans to see what you’re up to, then he smiles fondly as he sees you on the couch—still dressed in your silk wedding gown, your body slumped against the backrest of the sofa as you bask in the warmth from the fireplace.

“Darling, don’t you want to change into something comfortable?” he asks.

“Nope,” you reply with a cheeky smile. “It’s not everyday you get to wear a wedding dress.”

“You can always wear it again," he says. "Or wear it everywhere if you love it that much."

“I just might,” you taunt. “Imagine wearing this to the grocery store.”

He chuckles and strides towards the back of the sofa and snakes a firm hand along your smooth neck, tilting your head upwards to look at him. Your lips curl into a smile as you gaze into his eyes, the warm light shining behind his blonde hair like a halo.

Then you notice the slight tension in his shirt buttons and the tautness of the fabric across his chest—his tuxedo straining to contain the contours of his muscular physique. A potent mix of sophistication and raw physicality.

You take his hand and stand from the sofa, planting your bare feet on the plush carpet.

“Dance with me,” you say. “I don’t want this night to end yet.”

Nanami chuckles, “I thought you said your legs were hurting.”

“In my heels! Come on. Please? Indulge your wife a little.”

Wife. Nanami couldn’t help but smile. To hear the word from your own lips, sweet and airy against his ears, sends a fresh wave of joy and fulfillment in his chest.

“Fine,” he says in mock surrender. “What kind of a husband would I be if I denied you your whims?”

You giggle and pull him by the fireplace, taking his drink and setting it down the coffee table. Nanami wraps his large hands around your waist, pulling you flush against his hard body. He begins to sway you in a slow circle. And you run your palms up his biceps, folding your arms around his shoulders.

The room is silent, save for the faint cackling of the fire, the shuffling of your dress against his suit, and your slow breathing that grows heavier and shallower the longer you gaze into each other’s eyes.

Nanami squeezes your hips as his eyes wander south, taking in the swell of your cheeks, your soft lips, and the graceful curve of your neck. Then down to your collarbone and your breasts, smooth and pretty as they sit on the neckline of your dress. The warmth of the fireplace can no longer compare to the searing heat that's rising from his body.

“So, what song is playing in your head right now?” you ask. “What are you dancing me to?”

Nanami shrugs, turning his attention back to your eyes.

“There is no song. Just you.”

You smile. And he leans down to press his lips against yours, gentle and warm, that deepens the moment you part your lips and caress his tongue with your own, tasting the bittersweet vanilla of whiskey in his mouth. He bends you backwards into his arm as his lips grow insistent and unyielding—kissing you with a passion that draws your breath from your lungs and moans it back to you.

His lips drag down your neck, his tongue soft and hot against your quickening pulse, his hands firm around your body and on your breast. You feel a sudden surge of helplessness and greed, a spike of pleasure in your core that fades into a dull and throbbing ache.

Suddenly, somehow, his lips weren’t enough for you.

You sink down the floor, knees weak, head spinning, the skirt of your gown blooming beneath you. You dig your fingers into his belt, into his button, into his waistband—your hands clumsy and hurried as you shuffle between groping and undressing. Nanami grunts and quickly undoes his pants, and his cock smacks you in the face as it springs from his briefs, thick and heavy against your cheek, dotting your skin with his precum.

“Rude,” you quip, laughing as you grab his cock. Whatever Nanami wanted to say dies into a moan the moment your tongue flutters against his tip.

His head alone, pink and fat and bulbous, was enough to make you unhinge your jaw. Your fingers could barely touch your thumb when you wrapped your hand around his hot and massive shaft. And it pulses and pounds against your palm, almost like a heartbeat. And his thick and firm veins curl underneath his skin like tree roots.

You find it amusing for a man as considerate and as gentle and as kind as Nanami Kento to have a cock that looks this furious.

And for all the nights you’ve spent together, not once have you succeeded in cramming all of his cock down your throat. But perhaps it’s because this night is special that you’re all the more determined to try.

Your lips sink past his colossal tip. Then you start swaying your head in short and shallow bows, adding a centimeter of length with each downstroke. Nanami drags his fingers along the back of your head, cupping your nape with a large, warm hand.

“Don’t push yourself too hard,” he mutters. “It feels good when you stroke it, too…”

You hum your disagreement and sink your head further, his tip now pushing against your soft palate. Nanami realizes you have taken on a challenge for yourself. And so he begins to encourage you; his thumb massages your jaw to relieve the stiffness, he nods approvingly as you take on more of his length, his salty-sweet precum drips onto your tongue and you take the viscous dew as liquid courage—emboldening you to pull him further and further inside your throat.

A drool escapes the corner of your lips, which Nanami promptly wipes with his thumb.

“You can do it, darling,” he whispers, his eyes lidded from the pleasure, his cheeks flushed deep red. “Almost there… yeah… you’re doing so well.”

But then you stop moving, with your stretched lips so, so close to the root of him, and withdraw until you’re back to sucking his crown.

Nanami sighs, thinking you have reached your limit. But before he says his reassurances, you drive your head down in a single stroke, shoving his cock down your throat from root to tip.

“Agh!” Nanami groans, grabbing your hair by surprise. “Fuck— Fuck… Baby… ”

You start sucking his cock with feral greed—with your lips tightening and your cheek hollowing each time you sway your head. Nanami grunts and groans as his head bobs up and down your tight throat, his abs quaking from the pleasure. You feel his cock twitch and rumble against your tongue as Nanami edges closer and closer to his climax.

“Alright… Stop—Stop… Honey, that’s enough,” he pants for mercy, his fingers curl around the back of your neck. “Please, please… I’m too close…”

You hold still. Then you press your lips hard around the root of his cock to mark it with your lipstick before sliding him out of you with a gasp, finally catching your breath.

“God…” he pants, his lips curling into an open smile, with wisps of laughter mingling with his breath. “That was… amazing…”

“You almost doubted me there,” you call out, laughing.

“I was just worried…” he replies as he caresses your hair.

You stick your tongue out to give his head one last lick, but Nanami shifts his hips and points his cock away.

“Seriously, darling,” Nanami says with a firm tone. “I don’t want to cum just yet.”

You pout at him in response, but that only makes Nanami smile. He loves the way you make him feel so desperately desired.

He kneels and lays you down on the soft carpet. Then his hands run up your legs, raising your skirt to your hips.

“I’m guessing the dress stays on?” he asks.

“Obviously,” you reply. You tug at his lapel. “And so does the suit.”

He smiles and your lips meet once again. Your fingers slip past the thin lace of your panties and draw circles against your core, eager to make yourself wet and ready as quickly as possible. But Nanami grabs your wrist and peels your hand away.

“Don’t touch yourself,” he mutters. “That's my job.”

You whine in protest, which he smothers with a kiss. You feel his rough palm slide upwards your inner thigh, higher and higher, until his fingers press against your downy outer lips.

Not this again… you think to yourself as your husband rubs his fingers up and down your mons—massaging you with just enough pressure to tease your poor, untouched clit. A simple ‘yes’ and ‘please’ would not suffice for a gentleman like Nanami. You would have to beg, breathlessly, as your thighs shake and as your pussy aches, to convince him you want more than what he’s giving you.

“Just relax and feel me,” he whispers into your ear, as his light and teasing touches grow firmer and surer. “I’ll make it worth your while. I promise.”

So you relax your back on the carpet, your head resting against his thick forearm, kissing him as his fingers glide around and around your slick clit. Each gentle stroke of his fingers pulls you further into ecstasy; a pleasure rivaled only by the way his firm tongue rolls against yours, with the taste of whiskey in his saliva pouring down your throat. He tastes like heaven, you think to yourself. You wouldn’t mind if this sensation kills you.

Nanami drags his tongue along the side of your neck, raising goosebumps from your flesh. He makes his way across your torso, kissing you through the soft silk of your dress, from chest to belly, until he makes his way between your legs.

“Please, baby,” you whisper, your breath stock-still in anticipation.

You spread your legs wider, showing him your sopping wet pussy, veiled ever so delicately by the floral embroidery of your wedding panties. Nanami hooks his fingers against the silk lace and peels it down, down, across your thighs and calves. The look in his eyes swing from soft and reverent to sharp and ravenous as he wrestles between the desire to worship you and the hunger to consume you.

“So beautiful,” he sighs to himself, as if in a trance. “God, you’re so beautiful. My woman…”

Nanami takes a deep breath, as if to compose himself, and sinks down to kiss a path along the inside of your legs. Every single kiss feels deep, famished, venerating, as if you had been so generous to let him taste you this way. And so he wouldn’t waste your grace by leaving a single inch of your skin untouched or unkissed. You slide your fingers through his locks and grab him, pulling him closer towards your core.

He licks a stripe upwards your pussy and your mind dissolves into mist.

“Fuck,” you gasp as he rolls a firm and succulent tongue around and around your softest parts, tickling and soothing and warming up your core. “O-oh god, yes.”

Nanami groans as he tastes you, aroused by your sounds and the smooth texture of your slit against his tongue. He takes a brief moment to squeeze his cock for some relief before he plants his rough hands on your thighs to spread you wider. His lips close around your clit, kissing it, tugging it, sucking on it, then dragging a wide tongue to reset his rhythm and tease you again.

“You taste so good,” he whispers. “And so goddamn soft.”

Your pleasure plateaus and your pussy drips down his chin, sweet like nectar, thick and slithery like cream. You start moving your hips, rubbing your cunt against the hot and fleshy cushion of his tongue. Nanami slides in a finger and you nearly burst from the way he hooks it firmly against your g-spot, fingerfucking you to the razor-edge of pleasure.

But then he stops and pulls away. And the absence of his mouth is chilling. You plant your forearm against your eyes, trying to drag your spinning soul back into your body, trying to drag some air into your lungs. Nanami watches you as he jacks his cock back into fullness.

“Darling…” he murmurs, trying to nudge your arm from your eyes. “Look at me while I’m putting it in… Please?”

You meet his gaze and he leans down, framing your head between his forearms, his torso pressed flush against yours. He traces your cheeks with the rough and calloused pads of his fingertips, his eyes softened by sincerity, awe, devotion. You look beautiful—sprawled out underneath him, lips parted, eyes lidded, nipples peeking from above your neckline. I belong to her. I’m hers, he thinks to himself. And so he looks you in the eyes as he offers himself to you.

He lines his cock towards your entrance and sinks. Then he pushes, withdraws, pushes, withdraws, fucking you with gentle, shallow strokes, teasing you with the fat crown of his cock, waiting until you are ready to take more of him.

“How deep do you want me to go, darling?” he asks.

“This deep,” you whisper, pointing at the lipstick mark you left around the root of his cock. You grab his backside to pull him deeper, guiding him to your rhythm, “I want all of you.”

He lets you move his hips, to tease and stretch yourself on his cock, pulling him closer and closer until you’re suctioned together hip-to-hip. You both grunt in pleasure and relief. He’s so deep that you can feel him press against your womb, so thick that you can feel his veins against your walls. Nanami shifts and folds his arms around your body, pressing his forehead against the curve of your neck. You reach upwards and embrace him, scratching lightly at the nape of his neck to soothe him. You both take a moment to relish the way you are connected, body and soul.

“I’m yours,” you whisper to him.

“I’m yours, too…” he whispers, almost breathlessly. “Yours, always yours… Oh honey, I love you so much.”

“I love you, too.”

He kisses your forehead and starts thrusting—long and languid and rhythmic, letting you feel every inch in every angle. Your bodies are pressed so closely together that you can feel the contours of his abs underneath his dress shirt. His breath is hot against your ear as he grunts and moans.

“God I love it when I fuck you slow,” he sighs, almost to himself. You can feel the bass of his voice vibrate in his chest. “I need you to feel me. Really feel me, darling.”

He angles his cock and drags his thick and heavy tip against every delicious spot until it’s pressed flush against your cervix. Again and again and again. And the pleasure is strong, rich, deep, sustained, like gliding a heavy bow against violin strings. It resonates throughout your body, tightening your stomach, hardening your nipples, curling your toes—stoking your desire to near desperate heights.

“I can’t… I can’t do this,” you whine.

You push him to the side and you roll your bodies over. Nanami holds you steady as you position yourself on top, careful not to slip his cock out from inside you. You brace the heel of your palms against his chest and start grinding.

“Sorry,” you pant as your pace gathers speed. “I was getting impatient.”

“No, sweetheart,” he laughs softly, looking up at you with glazed eyes, showing you the endless pool of desire beneath the catchlight. “You know you can do whatever you want to me.”

You take his hands and press them against your breasts, holding them steady as you fuck yourself senseless on his cock, grinding your clit against the soft hairs of his groin, rubbing his thick shaft against your walls. Nanami throws his head back, biting his lip. Grunting. Swearing. Trying his goddamn best not to explode from the way you’re working on him.

The sight of you on top of him is overwhelming. But then he looks away and sees your shadow on the wall. He sees the way your waist and hips gyrate in a desperate spiral. He sees the curves of your breasts, the arch of your back, the parting of your lips—his wife. His beautiful wife. Frantic, erotic, enraptured by desire.

Your rhythm falters from exhaustion and it snaps him from his trance.

“Oh, sweetheart…” he sighs, sitting up and holding you in his arms. “Let me… let me do all the work.”

Nanami rocks you from side to side as he folds his legs underneath him. Then he starts to move his hips, bouncing you on his lap as if you’re weightless. You cry out, wrapping your arms and legs around his body.

“What can I do to make you come, baby?” he pants. “Tell me…”

“I want… More… Just more,” you whimper. “Please, Kento, please…”

Nanami lays you back down the carpet. Then he hooks his hands under your knees and raises your legs towards your head, as high as your thighs would comfortably allow, curling your body skyward. The stretch of your muscles burn, but it’s a pain that dances along the edges of pleasure. With your ankles hooked over your husband’s shoulders, his thrusts have never felt so deep—with the force of gravity adding power to the downward swing of his hips. So much power that the slap of his skin against yours echo through the halls, leaving you more full than hollow from the speed of his thrusts.

“God, you feel too good. Oh, you’re too good for me, darling. So fucking good to me,” Nanami rambles. “Tell me you’re close… Tell me you’ll come for me… I need to feel you, please.”

You feel the rhythm of his hips. The heavy drag of his cock. The fierceness of his kiss. The warmth of his breath. The cold metal of his zipper. The silk of your dress. His hard forearms. His scent. His grunts. Your toes pointing and curling. Your nipples brushing against your neckline. Your clit rubbing against his groin. It’s excruciating. It’s divine. To cram all of this heavenly pain and pleasure on a single person.

You allow yourself to surrender to it all.

“Close… so close,” you whimper breathlessly, clawing at his sleeves. “Baby, I think… I think I’m gonna…”

One thrust, strong and sure, against your weakest, most pleasurable spot, was enough for your orgasm to seize your body like a lightning strike. Your stomach curls and you release a long, animalic grunt, your limbs convulsing from the throes of pleasure.

“There you go… attagirl,” he grunts, his hips picking up the pace, chasing his own pleasure. “Attagirl, keep going, keep going…”

He swoops down to capture your lips with his own, swirling his soft tongue against yours, drinking in your cries and your moans. Then he curses into your mouth and you feel a burst of warmth underneath your belly, flooding your chamber with his seed until it spills. Nanami grinds his hips against yours even tighter, plugging you with his length and girth, not willing to waste even a single drop. If the gods are kind, this lovemaking will bear you a child.

Your legs drop boneless down the carpet. While Nanami buries a damp forehead on the crook of your shoulder. And together, you fall into weighted silence, your minds adrift on the cloud-sea of euphoria. Your ears are still too full of each other’s heavy moans and desperate pleading. Your eyes are still too full of each other’s skin. Your minds, still too full of each other’s passion. You have nothing more to say to him at that moment, but Nanami has much more tenderness to express.

He grinds his hips against yours one last time and pulls himself out, slowly, gently, as if you would unravel if he moves without care. And in a way, you do feel less composed, less grounded, less corporeal, now that you are no longer tethered to his body.

He begins to undress you, to undress himself. Heat dances on your naked skin from the fireplace, painting shadows that sway along the contours of your body. Then he leans down to scoop you from the carpet and into his arms. You rest your head against his hard shoulder, breathing in the amber-honeyed spice of his scent, as he carries you into the indoor onsen.

He steps into the stone bath and your bodies sink into the searing waters, part by part, from feet to thighs to stomach, until you are fully submerged and cradled in his lap.

“Are you alright, honey?” he asks, wiping a lock of hair away from your brows. He kisses your temple as he waits for your answer.

“I’m great,” you groan, smiling. He feels your teeth against his neck. “Probably our best yet.”

Nanami smiles. He scoops up a handful of water and pours it down your shoulder, cleansing you, warming you. “You say that every time.”

“But it’s true!” you reply. “I think this is the one, I can definitely feel a baby forming in there.”

“Is that how it works? Can you really feel a baby get conceived?”

“Well, no, but like, sometimes, I think, if we’re gonna conceive a baby, it has to be from like, a sex full of love, you know? Like, good sex, but also love sex—lovemaking—wait it’s not like there’s no love whenever we fuck but like—this one is just—”

He squints at you, confused by your rambling. You pause and pout.

“Babe, you just dick-scrambled my brain, don't expect me to be coherent.”

He laughs and shakes his head. “No, I understand what you mean. You just want our baby to be made with love. Lots of it.”

“Exactly!”

He kisses your forehead, your cheeks, your neck, your shoulder. It tickles, so you laugh, your body twisting away from him and towards him.

“And that’s exactly what we’re gonna do,” he mutters. “I guess we’ll have our work cut out for us once we fly to Malaysia.”

You wrap your arms around him. “You never explained why you’re so obsessed with that place.”

Nanami’s head jerks in incredulity.

“I wouldn’t call it an obsession,” he says, as if he never spammed you with Facebook videos and fun facts about Kuantan. You shoot him a look and he sighs. “I saw an advertisement on the train one night and it has been on my mind ever since.”

“Wow… that’s it?”

“What do you mean?”

You shrug, “I don’t know, you talked about going there like it had so much meaning. Like maybe your parents took you there as a kid.”

Nanami shakes his head, “It’s just a photo I saw on a horrible day. Maybe it didn’t even have to be Kuantan. Or Malaysia. Maybe any place that’s warm and cheap and tropical would have been enough. I just wanted an escape.”

Nanami hears the conversation continue in his head. An escape from what? you might ask. Life, he might say. That relentless grind for money. Of meaningless, thankless labor. The soul-crumpling loneliness of a single bed. A single bowl. A single set of chopsticks. An empty chair across his dining table.

Life before he met you.

“I don’t feel that way anymore,” he adds, smiling down at you. “I just want to see the place for myself.”

You smile and rest your head back down on his shoulder. Nanami closes his eyes and plants his cheek on the top of your head, his arms firm around your body. With gentle fingers, he traces your hair, the skin of your spine, soft and fine like sand, warm like the sun. The salt of your scent is invigorating. And your breath is a gentle breeze against his skin.

I’ve already escaped, is what he meant to tell you. Back from when you opened your arms to him and showed a place where he can run. And since then, he has made a home for his soul in the oasis of your heart. Safe and free and living at last.

thank you for giving this fanfic a chance! one of my goals was to write a nanami one shot, and it took a long while because i wanted to be good enough to write him. i hope i gave him justice in this fic !

originally posted on ao3

college athlete!gojo who’s full of life. he lights up every room and has every head turning when he walks by. everyone absolutely loves him!!!…except you.

it’s so frustrating seeing that head of white hair waltz into whatever area you’re in, hearing how the whispers pick up and his name happens to flow into distance conversations with ease. it's not that you’re jealous, you’re fairly popular and you have a good reputation on your head. but when it comes to him? it ignites something in you that you just can’t explain.

college athlete!gojo who you hate even more after you touch yourself to the thought of him, bunching up your shirt between your lips to muffle the cries of his name leaking from your lips as you fuck yourself onto your fingers, desperately wishing they were his even with the burning hatred in your heart that you have for him.

college athlete!gojo who knows you don’t like him. you might think he pays you no mind like the rest of his on-campus fan club, but he sees everything. he sees the way you roll your eyes when he starts to speak and your eyebrows furrow when he smiles at something someone said. he just doesn’t understand it, did he do something? not that he’d want it to stop anyways, every reaction you give him makes his dick a little bit harder for you. college athlete!geto tells him to get a life, you can’t get everyone to like you. and while he is right, there can’t be no reason right?

college athlete!gojo who winds up staring at you during some frat party he was invited to. most of his teammates were playing beer pong somewhere off to the side, but instead, he's watching you down shots, dancing, and having a great time. the alcohol he’s had a bit ago is still clouding his judgment, and it makes him follow you off to the vacant balcony when he sees you walk over there, presumably to get some fresh air.

college athlete!gojo who stops you before you leave once you catch. he’s agitated now, voice so sexily clear even with whatever concoction the frat members had mixed up. even with your drunken state, you’re still pushing him away! what did he do? you guys have barely ever held a conversation, much less interacted enough for you to hate him as much as he's picked up on, why do you keep treating him like this?

and maybe it's a less than stellar idea to admit to someone you barely know, much less don't like that you've touched yourself to them on numerous occasions. maybe it's even worse to tell him how your cunt hurts whenever he walked into a room, wishing he'd ease the pain with his tongue. you could always blame the alcohol, yes? but you'd rather take full responsibility for this, the same way you'll take full responsibility for the way you're riding his face now, moaning and gushing all over the wet muscle as he hums into your heat.

college athlete!gojo who for the first time thanked the stars that he didn't live far from the collection of frat houses lining the streets. it's usually such a pain because of how loud they are always hosting one event or the other, consistently disturbing the peace he claims he needs. but if he had to drive any further, he might have just had to take you out in the open, regardless of who would've seen. not like he would've minded anyway. but instead, you're pressed up against the hallway to his room, writhing as his lips clamp down on your clit and his fingers bully their way into your cunt. your swollen lips are parted, moaning loudly as he pulls them in and out, trying to squirm out of his grip. he’s an athlete, remember? you’re practically no match for him as he draws you closer.

college athlete!gojo who finally gets you into the bed, crawling over you within an instant. his brows furrow when you try to stifle a laugh, pointing out that he has your lip gloss all over his lips, they’re practically shining as much as yours were when you put it on! forever one to tease, he gently asks if you want to put some more somewhere else.

college athlete!gojo who’s pretty cock ends up slapping the sides of your face despite the loud whine. he tells you to hush, think of it for compensation for all the emotional pain you put him through. you roll your eyes and he definitely doesn’t like it, because he’s shoving his length into your mouth immediately after. you'd half expect him to be somewhat mean to you, taking the opportunity to get back for all the mean things you've done and said that you didn't realize he'd known about. that's far from the case however, because he's cooing down at you, telling you how beautiful you look and how good you're making him feel, and your cunt is starting to feel empty again.

college athlete!gojo who dicks you down like he’s in love with you. his nimble fingers are all over your body, hands gripping your wrist while his cock reaches depths no other person has gotten to for you. your mind is blank, save for the image of the man above you. he’s so fucking pretty, eyes narrowed down at you with a small smirk painted over his lips. so much for this ‘hate’ you have, right?

college athlete!gojo who keeps his body pressed against yours as you cum hard, nails digging into the skin of his back as he helps you ride it out. he’s just so warm, it’s making everything feel ten times better!

college athlete!gojo who doesn’t wake you up after either. you’re out cold, and he’ll feel so bad if he bothers you. he really shouldn’t, but you’re the one that hates him, not the other way around. it’s why he just slides in behind you, firm arm holding your waist as your heartbeat guides him off to sleep.

college athlete!gojo who opens his eyes to an empty bed the next day. he’s honestly a little disappointed, but he kinda expected it. he’s groaning because he’s a little hungover and he has practice today, but his mood flips almost instantly when he sees the sticky note on his phone with numbers carefully written neatly across it.

college athlete!gojo who nudges you from behind as you're talking to your friends the next week. he whispers in your ear, telling you to hit the field at five o’clock, and flashes you a beautiful smile before stalking off. you're smiling quite a bit yourself until one of your friends snaps you out of it. what the fuck? didn't you hate this guy less than three hours ago? now you're sharing secrets, grinning at each other like idiots? you scratch your head as you see his tall, slender frame walk away. you kinda have some explaining to do now, don't you?

size training with sylus

<slyus x fem!reader>

where you’re size training on Sylus’s dick. ❤️

genre/warnings: smut, pwp, big dick!sylus, size training, size kink, dear god sylus and his fat cock, breeding kink, unprotected sex, pet names, dacryphilia, it’s just sylus brain rot ❤️

w/c: 2K

a/n: I’m on Love & Deepspace fic tumblr! 😮 hope I’ll be welcomed nicely here haha. As a peace offering, this is my present to everyone (and especially the Sylus girlies)!

You shift your body slightly, trying to make yourself comfortable, on top of taking slow breaths, your heart fluttering at Sylus's soft voice coaxing you. 

"That's it. Take it slowly, kitten", his voice slow and deep in your ears. But you don't see the way he's shutting his eyes and biting his inner cheek every time you squeeze around him. He's trying to pace his breathing as well, but it feels so fucking good.

You whine softly against his bare chest, his heat radiating off you, his slender fingers stroking your hair slowly, and his other hand drawing soothing circles on your thighs. 

You don’t remember how it started, but your thoughts start to drift, recalling the times your mind would float whenever Sylus had his lips on yours with you straddling on his thick thighs. He would devour you, painfully slowly because he knows that’s what riles you up, and he definitely enjoys listening to your whimpers, your non-verbal pleas for him to do more to you. He’d make sure your lips are wet and messy once he’s done with you, his touches teasing and light against your skin. Sylus secretly wants you to beg for it, because he knows that he’d give in to you in a heartbeat. His fingers would cup yours that were on his chest, and the look he would give you reset all the butterflies in your stomach. You would feel his thick erection, hidden under the thin silk black bathrobe he’d always wear against your clothed pussy, and dear god, he’s so fucking big. But before you could ask, Sylus would trail his fingers to tease your wet clit and pussy, soaking in your adorable reactions he swears is enough to get him off, erasing the question of wanting him to fuck you off your brain when the pleasure from his fingers tingles through your body. 

Sylus doesn’t pride himself as a generous being, but he thinks he’s always generous enough for you. He realises he enjoys having his face in between your legs, making you squirm, listening to you sob when he overstimulates you with his tongue, making sure his tongue presses and grazes fully on your clit while he listens to you fall apart, his crimson eyes locked onto you while he holds you down to take whatever he’s giving you. 

He’s good at distracting you like that whenever you want to bring up the question of fucking. 

This time though? Through your wet lashes from the overstimulation and hazy thoughts, all you were craving for was just to be fucked stupid by Sylus. Your hand reached out and pushed against his head. Sylus pulled back slightly, confused for a moment. 

“What is it, sweetie?” He paused, his hands trailing up and down your thighs. 

Your mind slowly clears, but your pussy is still pulsing from him tongue fucking you.

“Need you to fuck me, Sylus. Please. I don’t think I can take it any longer.”

Sylus is momentarily taken aback by your demand, but he realises he can’t keep holding it off, mostly because there’s only so much longer he’s able to hold back, especially when you’re begging for him like that. 

“I don’t think-“

“I can take it”, you muttered stubbornly, yanking your partner towards you. You shift yourself above him, straddling his thighs, just shy of his appendage. 

As much as your determination is endearing, Sylus knows your comfort should come first. And he knows very well that his cock isn’t gonna fit into you in one go, so he decides to let you gauge it for yourself—putting your hands into the string of his robe, gesturing you to loosen it. 

And you do, your gaze flickering from his cool expression to his silk robe sliding off his body when you untie the string. 

You swallow hard when his cock comes into view—thick, long and heavy, the tip red with a wet sheen of precum. Yeah, that’s definitely not gonna fit in you in one go. You and him solely being just wet enough wasn’t going to cut it. 

Nonetheless, you’re still determined. Your eyes meet his gaze and an idea pops into his head. 

He intertwines his fingers with yours.

“Tell you what, sweetie. I’ll fit into you slowly. Doesn’t matter how much you can take, I just want to make sure you’re comfortable when you’re doing so.”

“But-“

He presses his lips on the back of your hand. 

“I’ll be fine. You trust me, right?”

You nod, watching the way his eyes soften before you. 

So there you are, lying on your side, facing Sylus, your cunt trying to adjust to his cock as he stretches you open. It’s been a couple of days since you’ve been size training with your partner. It started off with getting his cockhead in, and that was already making you hitch your breath. Then inch by inch he sinks into you from then. He’d let you cock warm him like that and it never failed to leave you so full one session after the next. 

It’d been seven days, and you barely pushed through three-quarters of his girth. Initially, Sylus still could tease you while you tried to take his cock, but as he sunk deeper into you after each session, it started getting harder for him to maintain his composure—every twitch, every squeeze—had him digging his fingers into his palm, clenching against his silk pillow and breathing a little harder. 

He huffs once more when he feels you clench around his cock. 

“If you’re gonna keep clenching around me like that, Kitten, I don’t think I’ll be able to handle it.”

You glance up, watching the way Sylus’s platinum hair becoming a tousled mess against the pillow. His crimson eyes cast to meet yours, his lips pulled into a slight frown. 

“I can’t help it”, you reply, suddenly feeling self-conscious. 

You hear Sylus hiss slightly once more when he twitches inside you. 

“Do you think you could fit another inch in?” It almost comes off as a beg. 

You inhale shakily, shifting yourself further downwards, taking another inch of his cock. The both of you gasp at the sensation. 

You freeze at the thickness. How far down are you already?

“You’re almost all the way in, Kitten”, Sylus whispers, almost as if he heard your thoughts. His breathing is growing heavier by the second, and he’s forcing himself to hold back from just thrusting the remainder of his cock in. It’s dangling over him like his favourite prey. 

His thumb strokes against yours, trying to distract you from the pressure on top of pressing your forehead with kisses, singing you soft praises.

Your mind is gradually turning more hazy with Sylus’s cock taking up the majority of your thoughts, on top of his body soap that’s been creeping into your olfactory senses. The more Sylus inches his cock into you, the more he’s pressing onto your g-spot, and the more it’s starting to make you see stars whenever you blink. You’re growing so sensitive that you’re feeling every throb Sylus’s cock is giving you. 

Your hand is on his arm, trying to ground yourself from the slight soreness. Another strained whimper when Sylus pushes him deeper into your pussy. Slick leaks from your pussy and it doesn’t go unnoticed by Sylus. 

Another kiss to your temple, another circle drawing session on your thigh.

“Do you want me to go all the way in?” 

Your toes curl.

“I can take it.”

So Sylus inches his cock right to the hilt, knocking the wind out of you. 

Tears are prickling at the corner of your eyes, but oh god you do feel so good. 

“How are you feeling, sweetie?”

You hiccup softly. “So full.”

He chuckles. “Such a good girl.” The vibrations of his light laughter only press his tip further onto your g-spot, and it’s making your thighs shake from the impending orgasm. 

“D-don’t move so much, Sylus. You’re gonna make me—“ you try to bury your head into his chest but he stops you with his fingers in your chin. 

“Make you what?” 

He intentionally shifts, and his cockhead hits your sensitive spots again, sending fireworks into your eyelids, and a strained moan. Sylus seems to enjoy your reactions, because then he flips you to your back, his large frame looming over you, forcing you to look up at him with your legs folded, and still with his cock in you. 

Oh no. 

Sylus looks down at you with the faintest glint of softness in his eyes before it completely disappears, now just hunger seeping through the red. 

“Sylus!-“ you gasp, his fullness penetrating into you again, this time easily, considering the wet and sopping mess you’ve made around his cock. 

He only hums in reply, then pulling out slightly before he pushes into you again. He’s found your sweet spots, and he’s not letting it go that easily. 

The knot in your stomach pulls tight, and it’s making you tear up in sheer pleasure. You’re barely able to meet Sylus’s eyes, not when he’s fucking into you and has your head thrown back while you’re fighting to keep your eyelids open. 

It builds and builds. Sylus probably realises it from how much you’re just pulsing on his cock. His thumb rests at the corner of your lips and you let him slip in, your glazed out eyes meeting his. It makes his heart flutter when you’re completely undone like this for him, but he’ll never admit it, at least, not yet. 

“Gonna cum. Fuck, it’s so much, Sylus-“ you whimper before your mind completely melts away. 

“Release all you want on me, sweetie. That’s my good girl.”

That’s enough to send you over the edge—your orgasm hitting you like waves, tingling through your body like electricity, the pleasure eating you up over and over again. Sylus watches affectionately while you fall apart on his cock—the way you’re writhing and squirming, the way his name leaves your lips after every moan, the way your pussy creams so much on his cock. He thinks he’s doomed because he never gonna get enough. 

“Looks like a little kitten made a mess”, Sylus teases. He watches the way cream pools at the base of his cock when he pulls out slightly, only to thrust back into you again. His eyes flutter shut at the tight warmth eating him up, groans replacing his words. 

“Now, can I make a mess in you?” 

Your watery eyes meet his, and he’s equally about to lose all composure. You cup his cheeks, taking him by surprise, before giving him a quick peck on the corner of his lips, and then you nod. Said corner of his lips lift in satisfaction at your approval.

He’s just ready to ruin you. 

His strokes become more heavy, the overstimulation shutting your brain off. Nothing but pleasure is surging through your nerves now. You’re even holding up your legs so Sylus can fuck you deeper. 

“Now be a good girl and take all of it”, he mutters huskily, burying his face against the crook of your neck, his eyes snapped shut and his eyebrows furrowed. 

Despite the fact that you don’t get to see the way Sylus’s face contorts in pleasure when his orgasm hits him, his groans right in your ears serve you satisfied for now while thick white spurts into your abused pussy, filling you up all the way, some seeping past your plugged hole. 

You don’t realise how much you’ve clawed down Sylus’s back while he was emptying himself into you. 

Well, he doesn’t need to know anyway. 

Sylus stays above you for a moment, the both of you catching your breaths. He still has the energy to plant more bites on your neck while you stroke his hair. 

He pulls back to look at your face properly, and all you can think of is how fucking good he looks post-fuck—messy, sweaty, and so fucking delicious-looking. His fingers brush away your strands of hair, and his thumb caresses your bottom lip. 

“You’re truly gonna be the death of me, sweetie.”

⚝ DAY 1 — SIZE KINK

kinktober 2024. — masterlist | ao3

— including. — capitano, wriothesley, zhongli, childe

— warnings. — fem! reader, size kink/size difference, dom/sub dynamics, childe is a lil mean and written like a casual fwb relationship, experienced zhongli

⚝ — CAPITANO

capitano's teeth catch your lip as his hips inject a chilling coldness into every rut of his cock pressing into you— in other words, they were calculated and controlled rolls of his length basically breaking your body into two pieces.

rolling your eyes back, you catch a glimpse of the heavy armor that has long since been discarded, practically ripped off his body, revealing the full extent of his massive form and muscles shining of sweat.

yet for some reason, there was no warmth in his gaze, never, even now, you see, with your arms wrapped around his neck and his grip on your waist, his look was devoid of any softness.

"i told you to endure it, take it," he commands sternly, his voice a low growl as he pushes into you again, this time making sure he could get an extra inch buried in you.

you flinch and moan at the same time, you're so fucked out of your mind you just want to cum already, but the size of him alone made you gasp and clench— it burned, yes, it felt stimulating, it felt like you're about to encounter an orgasm that could simply make you unable to walk for days.

but the way he handles you— no hesitation, no gentleness, every thrust sharp and vigorous, bursting like the freezing winter cold, as if the first harbinger was testing your limits without truly caring about them.

although somehow, despite his ruthlessness, he knows when to stop.

capitano knows exactly how far to push your body, as if he's memorized every inch of you, every reaction.

"take a big breath for me, yeah? you can take some more," perhaps he could become relentless when pleasuring you, merciless, but never cruel.

he fills you over and over, watching keenly how your pussy drenches him, and fuck, you can feel his eyes watching you, making you nervous— whether it was your hole gripping him, red and puffy begging for your break or your eyes admiring his stomach, he sees it all.

⚝ — WRIOTHESLEY

without haste, wriothesley wraps his arms around you, indulging in a strong and unyielding love as he presses you against him. right there, you feel it, you notice his breath against your neck— one exhale, the second one coming in shortly— he's hot, shaking, lips curved up in a smile as the gentle praises already began to spill from his lips.

"you"re so amazing, sweetheart, you know that," he groans, his voice a little shaky as you squeeze him into you, deep and gripping him into your cunt, "look at you… taking all of me aah— so easily."

his size was clearly overwhelming you, crushing you in ways you hadn’t thought were even remotely possible— although personally his words make it bearable, pleasurable as he smothers his length against your walls, the swollen flesh squeezing him so tightly— and fuck, the more you took of him the better it felt, the more, the better.

shit, you actually believe you've never been this horny for the duke before.

"you're perfect, so perfect, fuck—" he continues walking you through his clouded praises before one of his hands began tracing the slopes of your trembling body, "so tight, yeah… but handling me like it’s nothing."

he pushes deeper, filling you completely, the creaking of the mattress beneath you both only fueling the desire erupting from your very core as his hands easily guide you, ensure you to take him slowly, little by little.

you can take him, right? that's out of the question, but you find yourself wanting more, wanting to prove yourself to him.

⚝ — ZHONGLI

zhongli moves with the grace of experience fitting his intimidating size as your walls instantly pulsate around him, the torture of it being so full and burning between your legs, yet at the same time utterly fulfilling and euphoric.

truly, his amber eyes flicker with a quiet intensity, his body towering over you like a domineering shadow that you couldn't possibly get away from— and at this time, your mind turns blurry, entirely clouded by him and his pretty face.

"it'll be fine, you don't have to worry," he murmurs, his voice soft, "i know what you can take, always." no rush, no urgency— just the both of you.

well, his experience surely was obvious in everything he did, every slow thrust and your hole gradually getting used to him again.

how come he's so big but his massive form just fits so perfectly in you, every square of his cock filling you? zhongli wonders if you're actually made for him, however in this moment, he was preparing you for just how roughly he was about to ruin every fucking space of your walls.

his hips shift, fast snaps of his hips bouncing off your flesh, then pushing a little deeper— and the man was groaning into your ear because you see, zhongli loves how you squeeze him, how your legs shake against him and how your pussy made the wet, little sounds with every rock of hips.

⚝ — CHILDE

"what’s wrong?" even now, as desperate and fucked out as childe made you sound like, he teases you, his voice low as he inches in deeper, making you swallow another ruthless shove of his cock, "hey now, can’t handle it? want me to play with you a lil' more?" his tone was surprisingly light despite him ignoring his own need to cum and cum all over you.

yet the challenge he saw right before him was unmistakably delicious.

the man knew exactly how big he was, how much it affected you, how you always needed him to properly nudge and rub your clit or lap at your tits, suck and pull at your nipples to make the growing stimulation explode— or well, multiply.

yes, it's evident, his teasing antics were making him all the more attractive and you hated it, despised how ajax knew you got off on him being this way.

he gives another fast snap, the sheer stretch of him feeling like it was about to shut down your body as his hands greedily explored your skin. the torture of being so close to your climax, yet not knowing if childe would take it was driving you into madness.

ultimately, his palm settles above your stomach as he digs into it to not only, keep you right where he needed you to be, but also to make it even more pleasurable, until you're practically begging him to fuck the broad daylight out of your skull.

your legs quake, eyes rolled back and your jaw hanging low, "you can take more,” he says, pushing deeper, "more, huh," he grinds faster, fucking you harder— you can, right? you've been suck a good fuck for him tonight, always actually, never failing to gasp into his chest so sweetly and stick to his core, your pussy red and swollen but so so full.

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Sukuna is the type of boyfriend who’d love to make a sex tape with you, but he's also way too possessive and jealous to let anyone else even think about seeing your body. So, there’s this constant dilemma in his mind. He’d absolutely record it if you're comfortable, but he’d make sure only he is visible—not an inch of you would be shown.

It’s that type of video where there’s almost no light, so you can’t see much, but you can hear everything—the sound of him just destroying you, your soft little breaths and quiet moans, and him panting, growling, practically losing his mind.

Now imagine if both of you were famous, and he gets into some petty beef with your ex online. Instead of a typical Twitter clapback, Sukuna posts a solid 30-minute video of him just railing you. But, true to his word, no one can see you—just hear your voice, while he’s still calling your ex weak and embarrassing him so badly the guy has no choice but to delete his Twitter.

Sukuna's basically saying, "Yeah, I’m winning here," while maintaining your privacy, but the message is very clear—he's possessive, protective, and the ex can't compete.

He broke the internet for at least two days with his shenanigans. Every celebrity, influencer, and their dog was talking about it. TikTok was flooded with audios of the video. Girls completely lost their minds when they caught a glimpse of his muscular, tattoo-covered back. His deep growls? Had everyone and their mama dripping.

And the guys? Oh, they were feeling some type of way too—just from hearing your voice. You didn’t even moan that much, just a few soft gasps and his name whispered here and there, but it was enough to have everyone hooked.

Now, if Sukuna saw any nasty comments about you? Oh, you know he’s not letting that slide. He's fighting anyone who dares to try him. Deleting hate comments? Nope. Not happening. He’s out there, clapping back and putting people in their place, making sure they know exactly who's in control.

@TattooLover98: "I can't believe I just sat through 30 minutes of pure Sukuna madness... and I don’t regret a single second." 😩🔥 #SukunaSupremacy

@JealousMuch: "You think this makes you look cool? Just shows how pathetic you are."

SukunaOfficial: "Pathetic? I’m out here breaking the internet while you’re breaking down. Stay pressed." 🤡

@MusclesGalore: "Forget the gym, I’m just watching this video on repeat. His back alone deserves its own fan club." 😍💦

@ThirstyInTokyo: "Did anyone else have to turn the volume down? His growls had me SWEATING in public." 😳😳

@Can’tHandleThis: "Who even enjoys this? It’s just growling and her moaning."

SukunaOfficial: "Her moans speak louder than your entire existence. Try again." 💤

@OMGyesplease: "That man’s voice?! His muscles?! I wasn’t ready. Nope. Nope. Nope." 💀💀💀 #WreckedMyLife

@ILoveMoaning: "Sis didn’t even have to moan much and I'm over here losing my mind. Just SAYING his name did it for me." 🥵🥵

@GuysWannaBeHim: "Bro, I’m straight but even I had to pause for a second... Sukuna’s something else." 😳💪

@RippedAndReady: "Is it bad that I'm more jealous of her VOICE? I was just... wow. Also, Sukuna’s fighting skills came out of nowhere in the comment section too." 😂💀

@SimpForTats: "Can we just appreciate how his tattoos look in the dark? Like seriously, who looks this good with barely any lighting??"

@QueenOfThirst: "Lemme just say... whoever Sukuna’s girl is, she’s blessed. Like, GIRL—BLESSED." 🙏🏾🙌🏾

If you're a creator and you needed to hear this today:

You have no idea how many people lurk on your work. No idea how many times people go back to revisit your work. How big they smile when they simply think about your work. How fast their heart beats, how excited they get when they see that you posted something.

People are shy with their feedback. Sometimes it’s because they’re simply shy. Other times it’s because they assume you already know how great and talented you are. Could be both.

My point is, even if you barely have any likes or reblogs, don’t get discouraged. You have a lot of silent fans, but they are still your fans. Keep on creating. Because there is always someone out there who will love what you have made.

You look up from your book to see your husband standing over the bassinet with his arms crossed, his brow raising as he looks down inside of it with a tiny scowl. He stays like that for about a minute. You sit up in your shared bed, then call out to him. “Ryo.” 

“Hm.” He doesn’t look up. 

“May I ask what you are doing?” 

“The little brat is staring,” Sukuna says matter-of-factly. “I am simply staring at her in return.” 

Inside of the bassinet, your baby daughter coos. Her scarlet eyes—exactly like her father’s—glitter with interest. You hear her giggle, and you scoff lightly and return your gaze to your book. “She thinks you’re playing a game.” 

“I am doing no such thing.” 

You flip a page. “Put a hand over your face for a few seconds.” He doesn’t respond, but you know he listens. “M’kay, now lift.” There’s silence for a few seconds, then your daughter bursts into a fit of giggles. 

Sukuna rolls his eyes. “I do not understand what is so entertaining about that.” When you look up again, you see that he’s covering his face again, then revealing himself to get the same reaction from the baby.

“It’s called peek-a-boo. It’s a game most babies love to play.” 

The little princess babbles as she lifts her arms up, and Sukuna tilts his head. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

You snicker. “One: You’ll figure out what she’s saying the more you talk with her. Two: She wants you to pick her up.” 

He sighs dramatically, then reaches into the bassinet to pick up the small girl. Though she has her father’s eyes, she has your hair, the shape of your nose, and your ears. She also has your fearlessness, because she smiles directly in the face of the king of curses. Now at his eye level, she reaches her arms towards him excitedly. “What is it now, you brat? I’m already carrying you.” 

He looks over at you in question, and your smile grows. “She wants to touch your face,” you say. 

“Why?” 

“Because she’s a baby, and she’s curious.” 

Sukuna pulls her closer, and once in range, his daughter lays her tiny hands against his marked face. She giggles more, and you can see his eyes soften. “Hmph. You have your mother’s smile.” 

— — — —

The next morning, you walk into the kitchen where you hear Sukuna speaking with someone. When he turns to the side, you see your daughter nestled in the crook of one of his muscular arms, staring up at him as he concluded whatever story he was telling her. 

“...At the end of the battle, only I remained. Victory was mine.” 

The baby babbles excitedly, and Sukuna scoffs. “Ha, you will do no such thing. How do you expect to join me in battle when you aren’t even a year old, brat?” 

Her face scrunches in what looks like annoyance, and she repeats to him what he taught her the night before. “Hmph.” 

You burst into laughter, and Sukuna raises a brow at the little girl in his arms. “Great. Your mother’s smile, and her attitude.”

nanami is a "help me understand you" guy. he doesn't want you to swallow those feelings, he wants them out and free. every bone and cell inside his body yearns to comprehend you.

when you come home from a stressful day and lash out on him, he knows this anger is misdirected. he knows it so well, though he wants to understand you, he would not be a rug for you to step over and wipe your feet.

"think about what you're saying, would you want me to treat you this way?"

and it all clicks in place. no, you would not. and there he stands with open arms, inviting you to just suffocate in his arms. he would ask all about your day, listening. his focus all on you, his eyes attentively following your every move.

taste me too being ur first post?? HELLOOOOOO I LOVE THE WAY U WRITE GIMME GIMME

yea HAHAHAHA the way that song has been in my mind playing on repeat made me think i had to twist it somehow and insert jjk men into it... and i think it's hot HAHAHAHA AND THANK YOU?!? THAT'S SO SWEET

(idk how long this has been in my inbox, i've been inactive for quite sometime lol)

i have something to say. it isn't good, but i have something to say!!!

curse user! suguru, rolling his eyes and saying into the phone, "no, satoru, i have no idea where she is. i'm a bit offended that you think i have anything to do with her going missing," before looking down at you—on your knees and looking up at him oh so prettily—and giving you a playful wink, his hand applying pressure on the back of your head so you can continue sucking his cock. "i already told you how i feel about you calling this number," suguru says, biting back a groan when his tip hits the back of your throat. "i left jujutsu high, so the sorcerers there aren't any of my concern anymore."

except for you, but satoru doesn't need to know about that.