RAW [M] Lee Seokmin

RAW [M] — Lee Seokmin

✧ If you're a freak and you know it, clap them cheeks ✧

In which Seokmin, your sweet doting boyfriend, fucks you raw for the first time, and ends up discovering his kinky side.

✧ Genre: domestic AU; SMUT [18+], established relationship ♥ Pairing: female!reader x boyfriend!Lee Seokmin ✧ Word count: 6.3k+ ✦ Warnings: nsfw warnings under the cut! ✎ Notes: hope y'all enjoy this little seok fic I wrote for you 🤭 was feeling a little feral, so this concept fit my mood perfectly hehe ♕ Shout out:  thanks to my amazing bestie @whipped-for-kpop-fics for making me this masterpiece of a banner AND helping me brainstorm for this one. This one really couldn't have happened without you and your shrexy brain! I love youuuuu 💖 and thank you thank you thank you @wonuvs for beta-reading this for me!! Very much appreciated :3

♡ REBLOGGING AND/OR FEEDBACK WOULD BE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED — DON'T BE A STRANGER PLS ♡

nsfw warnings: outdoor/public sex, fingering, cunnilingus, squirting, spanking, raw sex (the title is there for a reason hehe), heavy breeding kink, feral seok dirty talk, messy creampie (pls let me know if I missed any!)

You had every intention to hang the wet laundry out to dry on this beautiful sunny day. It was a simple task, really, one you could have completed in less than five minutes had you not let yourself get distracted. 

Said distraction came in the form of Lee Seokmin, your sweet doting boyfriend of four years, who had decided to take advantage of the nice weather and switch his usual gym session for a home workout in your garden.

It was quite the sight as he sat on the weight bench, his gorgeous sun-kissed arms and legs on full display, toned muscles pulling and coiling with every raise of his arms. His skin was coated in a thin layer of sweat, making his brown locks stick messily to his forehead. It was almost as if he was chiseled by the gods themselves with how absolutely breathtaking he looked in the bright and glowy sunlight.

You had to resist looking over every few seconds as you attempted to put the laundry pieces on the clothes line. But as the minutes passed, you quickly discovered that trying to suppress the urge to gawk at your hot boyfriend was a battle you weren’t going to win, especially when he was constantly releasing those sinful grunts that sent your mind into a frenzy. 

Before you knew it, the laundry was long forgotten. The only thing that was going through your mind in that moment was how much you wanted — no, needed — to feel Seokmin’s sweaty body against yours. Thanks to your busy and exhausting schedules, it had been a few days since you and your boyfriend last had sex, which, with a sex drive as high as yours, had driven your need for the man to an all time high. 

It was time to do something about that.

Your legs were already moving on their own accord as your hungry gaze settled on Seokmin’s thick thighs, a mischievous smile overtaking your features as you planned out your next move.

Your boyfriend was completely lost in his own world, totally oblivious to the thirsty thoughts floating around in your head as you crept up on him. The headphones he wore drowned out any distracting sounds as he focused on his reps, and with his eyes fully closed, he did not hear you approach him until it was already too late. 

“What the f— baby?!” Seokmin nearly dropped the two 8kg dumbbells he was holding when you jumped him out of nowhere, trapping him with your arms and legs like a clingy koala. 

“That’s me.” You giggled at the dazed look on your boyfriend’s face as you uncovered his ears.   

“What’s the meaning of this?” he breathed, carefully lowering his arms to place the dumbbells into the grass.

You licked your lips, shifting your hips slightly to get more comfortable. “What does it look like?”

“Like you’re trying to kill me,” he groaned before firmly planting his hands onto your sides to get you to stop rubbing against his crotch. 

A sly grin tugged at the corners of your mouth. “That’s what I was trying to go for.” 

“Oh, were you now?” He raised his eyebrows. “I was almost done with my workout, you know?”

“Hmm, that really sucks then.” You tangled your fingers in his messy hair. 

“Give me five more minutes,” he mumbled, briefly closing his eyes at the feeling of your nails scratching along his sensitive scalp. 

“No,” you whined, immediately stopping all movement, much to your boyfriend's disappointment. “I need attention now. It's been too fucking long already.”

You didn't care how whiney you sounded. You needed him right at this moment, and you sure as hell weren't going to wait another minute, especially not for him to finish his damn workout. 

“But I'm sweaty,” he argued with a scrunch of his nose. 

You smirked at that, tightening your grip on his hair as you moved in closer, your lips now less than an inch apart. 

“Even better,” you whispered before teasingly brushing your lips against his. “You're fucking hot when you're sweaty,” you continued, which was followed by you shifting your hips once again, this time with a little more force. 

Seokmin released a sharp hiss at the throbbing sensation your hips left in their wake. The muscles in his thighs automatically tightened, and so did the grip on your waist, all of which you were more than excited about. You got him right where you wanted, and it was only a matter of time before he would take the bait. 

“You're the devil.”

“Only when I have to be.” You grinned, your big twinkling eyes glued to his face as you slowly began to trail one of your hands down his chest. You only stopped when you reached the now very prominent bulge in his black shorts. 

“Fucking hell,” Seokmin cursed under his breath when you gave him a little experimental squeeze. It was just a simple touch, but he already felt the arousal gradually starting to overtake his mind and body. Just a minute ago, he’d been in full workout mode, but now he suddenly couldn’t stop imagining you stuffed full with his cock, begging him to make you cum again and again until you could no longer move. 

You took advantage of the moment and closed the little bit of distance between you to pull him into a deep kiss. Seokmin didn’t resist, already having decided that he’d much rather spend his time pleasuring his pretty and horny girlfriend instead of finishing the remainder of his stupid arm reps. Besides, you were right. It had been a while since he’d gotten his dick wet, so if you wanted to change that, who was he to object?

It only took a few seconds before Seokmin’s lips were just as hungry and forceful as yours, pulling at your mouth with an eagerness that made your gut clench with anticipation. 

His hands navigated down to the swell of your ass, fingers digging roughly into the soft fabric of the yellow sundress you were wearing to press you into his growing erection. You moaned into the kiss at the sudden shift, your own hands moving to grasp at whatever piece of bare skin you could find as you felt yourself grow hotter by the second. 

Your patience was slowly beginning to run thin the longer you sat in his lap with your panties soaked and your neglected cunt begging to be filled. You honestly hadn't felt this needy in a while, so you really didn't want to deprive yourself of Seokmin’s dick for much longer. And you prayed that he felt the same. 

You knew the man liked to drag the whole thing out with a shit ton of foreplay, which often included endless make out sessions and bringing you to multiple squirting climaxes before he even got to fuck you. It was the whole reason sex with Seokmin had become one of your favorite pastime activities in the first place. 

Your boyfriend was a natural at pleasuring you, and he had been since day one. You quickly learned that faking pleasure and Seokmin could never belong in the same sentence. In fact, more often than not, you’ve had to beg him to stop making you cum for fear of passing out from over stimulation. But even in those moments, he usually still managed to pull another few mind-shattering orgasms out of you like the magician he was, and you were certainly not complaining. 

It was just that right now, in this particular moment, you needed him to skip the long foreplay and fastforward to the part where he fucked you stupid. 

“Min, I need you inside me so bad,” you whimpered in between kisses, hoping your boyfriend would get the hint and give you just that. 

He did not get it. 

All you got out of it was an appreciative grunt and a harsh squeeze to your backside that did nothing to satiate the pulsing ache in your pussy. 

Accepting that you were just going to have to speed things up yourself, your hand sneakily found the waistband of his shorts, fingers already tugging the material out of the way to grab a hold of his hard dick. If everything worked out in your favor, you'd be sitting on it within the next twenty seconds. 

“Fuck, baby,” Seokmin groaned, one of his hands clasping around your wrist before you even had the chance to wiggle your hand inside his shorts. “Why don't we go inside before we start ripping off clothes, hmm?”

“No.” Confusion. That’s the emotion that flashed across your boyfriend’s face at the sound of your outright no. 

“No? But I thought you wanted to…?” He frowned, slightly loosening his hold on you when he thought you didn’t want to continue. 

You quickly wrapped his arms back around your waist before grasping his face in your hands. 

“Oh, I do.” A cheeky grin pulled at your mouth. “Right here. You're fucking me here.”

“Right here? O-outside?” Seokmin stuttered, his eyes nearly bulging out of his head as he seemed to process your words. 

Although your sex life was pretty active and more than satisfying, you couldn’t exactly call it adventurous. Despite many of your close friends believing that you and Seokmin were a couple of kinky fuckers, your sexual escapades were usually limited to your bedroom and definitely more on the vanilla side of the spectrum. 

Not that there was anything wrong with that, of course. On the contrary, even the most vanilla sex with him felt a hundred times better than the riskier and more experimental sex you’d engaged in with some of your exes, so you didn’t even really miss it. Still, sometimes — like right now — you wished he’d just throw you around and fuck you into the next day for everyone to see. 

You were, however, very much aware that asking him to fuck you in the garden was a complete one-eighty from your usual bedroom adventures, and it could potentially get you caught by your nosy old neighbors, which was definitely a con. But then again, you were feeling unusually risky today, so you honestly couldn't care less who got to see you getting railed. Your only concern right now was soothing the ache in your throbbing cunt. 

All you had to do was convince your lovely, handsome boyfriend to make that happen. 

“Yes, right here.” You nodded and reached up to undo the first two buttons of your dress, taking note of how your boyfriend's eyes automatically gravitated towards your fingers. “Got a problem with that?”

“Well, uh…” Seokmin swallowed thickly as you popped three more buttons, exposing the strapless, lacy, white see-through bra you were wearing underneath. Your hard peaks were poking right through the flimsy material, which made it nearly impossible for him to rip his eyes away from the arousing sight. Your boyfriend was a sucker for your boobs — or any part of your body for that matter — which is exactly why you hoped the next part of your plan would work.

“I think— uh…” He tried to form a coherent sentence, but failed terribly when you popped another three buttons, his eyes following diligently as your action revealed the smooth skin of your stomach. “What I’m trying to s— that…”

By the time you popped the remaining three buttons, Seokmin had completely forgotten what he was going to say. His eyes were practically glued to your body, in particular to the matching see-through panties that left little to the imagination. They gave him a perfect view of your puffy folds and the arousal seeping through the already drenched material. 

Seokmin was — understandably —  having a hard time keeping it all together.

“Well?” You suppressed a grin to hide the fact that you were thoroughly enjoying the effect you had on your handsome boyfriend. “You gonna help me undress or do I have to do everything myself?”

You got your answer when he planted his lips back on yours without another word, hardly giving you a second to breathe as he pushed his tongue past your lips. You instantly melted against him as your body flooded with heat once more, your hands fumbling to grasp onto his shirt in an attempt to ground yourself. 

Seokmin’s fingers made quick work of your bra, skillfully unclasping the constricting garment and throwing it carelessly in the grass. He took a moment to admire your newly exposed flesh, eyes darting from one nipple to the other before they drifted back down to the drenched panties hugging your cunt. 

He subconsciously licked his lips as he imagined his face buried between your legs, drowning himself in the taste of your sweet juices while you screamed out his name. 

“Stop staring like a creep and do something, please.” Your hand was back in his hair, fingers tightly gripping onto his locks as you pulled at his head, forcing him to rip his eyes away from your pussy and back up to your face. 

“You want me to do something?” An amused smile took over your boyfriend's features as he took in your desperate expression. 

“Yes!” you nearly cried, feeling seconds away completely losing your shit. “I swear to god, Seokmin. If your dick is not inside me within the next twenty seconds I’ll d— ah!”

You didn’t get to finish the rest of your sentence as you were cut off by your own shriek, eyes going wide with shock as you gaped at a smug-looking Seokmin. Just a second ago, you’d been sitting in his lap, but now you suddenly found yourself trapped beneath him, sprawled out on the metal workout bench and completely at his mercy.  

“You'll do what, baby?” Seokmin smirked triumphantly at your stunned face.

“Forget that,” you breathed, using the grip you had on his hair to pull him in for another kiss. “Fuck, that was hot. I want more where that came from.”

“Noted.” His eyes darkened as he pulled back slightly, and you released the grip you had on his head to allow him to lean back further. 

Your belly fluttered with anticipation when he moved the fabric of your dress aside to make contact with your bare skin. His hands teasingly began to trail down your sides, sending a series of tingles down your spine as you let your mind run wild with desire. 

A shaky breath left your mouth when your boyfriend hooked his fingers into your underwear, excitement filling your body instantly. You were already starting to lift your hips, eager to help him get rid of the one thing separating your cunt from his hungry gaze. 

What you didn’t expect was for him to pin you back down and tear your panties right off your body with a single move. You were left speechless once again, watching as your boyfriend proudly held up the torn lace before letting it fall to the ground. 

That was definitely going on your ‘Hottest Lee Seokmin Moments’ list.  

“You’re really trying to drive me insane over here,” you mumbled when you’d finally found your voice again. 

“You ask, I deliver.” Seokmin chuckled and continued to pull his shirt over his head in one smooth movement, revealing a set of mouthwatering glistening abs and a little dark happy trail that disappeared into his black shorts.

“Good.” Your eyes shifted back up to his with a new determination, your legs slightly opening to give him a nice view of your slick cunt. “Then I’m asking you to fuck me next.” 

With one hand, you reached for the waistband of his shorts, fully intent on tugging it down just enough so you could pull his dick out and guide it into your dripping hole. 

But Seokmin had other plans. 

“Now what?” you whined when his hands stopped you mid-move, wrapping themselves around your wrists just like he’d done before.

What would it take for a girl to get some dick from her boyfriend?

“Not so fast, baby. I'm gonna take care of you first.”

You shook your head in protest. “But I don’t want to wait any longer, Min. Please.”

“Do you want my dick or not, baby?” You’d never nodded faster. “Then be a good girl and spread those legs wider for me.”

That little command had you automatically spread your legs wider, a soft moan rolling off your lips as your walls clenched hard around nothing. Never in the time you’d been with Seokmin had he called you a good girl, but you found that you liked it… a lot. And you wouldn’t mind if he called you that more often from now on. 

“Oh? Does my baby like being called a good girl?” Seokmin smirked, his dark orbs burning into your own as he pushed your legs back as far as you could manage.

“Yes, fuck… so hot,” you whimpered, your legs twitching when you felt his hot breath ghost over your glossy cunt. 

“Keep being good and I’ll keep calling you that,” he murmured right before dipping his tongue between your slick folds.  

The debauched moan you released in response was enough to make Seokmin’s cock jerk uncontrollably inside his shorts. In return, he released a deep groan of appreciation, sending a wave of delicious vibrations to your core that automatically had you try to clamp your legs around your boyfriend's head. But Seokmin, who was way ahead of you, had such a tight hold on your thighs that it was nearly impossible to move. 

He used that grip to bury his entire face in your pussy, hardly giving himself room to breathe to completely drown himself in the taste of you, determined to get you to squirt your juices all over his face. 

With his skillful tongue alternating between flicking and sucking on your sensitive clit, applying just the right amount of pleasure in all the right spots to bring you to the edge, it took less than a minute before you were moaning his name like a mad woman.

Seokmin relished in the lewd sounds he pulled from you, and the way you desperately gripped at his hair to steady yourself as he devoured you, completely drunk on the taste of your pussy. His dick was painfully hard, straining against the inside of his shorts, practically begging him to relieve some of that agonizing tension. But in all honesty, chasing his own pleasure was the last thing on his mind right now. All that mattered was you, your climax, and nothing else.

It was even at the point that he'd momentarily forgotten you were doing all of this outside, in the garden, where any neighbor would be able to hear or see the obscene things he was doing to you. Not too long ago, Seokmin would have reeled at the thought of engaging in risky public sex, but now, here he was, eating you out in the garden and enjoying every bit of it, not a single fuck given. 

You found yourself in a similar position, eyes rolled to the back of your head and your body twitching and shuddering from the overwhelming sensations coursing through your nerves. It wasn’t exactly how you’d planned things to go — still no dick — but it certainly helped quench the worst of your sexual cravings. The way the coil in your stomach got tighter and tighter with every swipe of his tongue said enough. 

“F-fuck that’s gonna make me cum so fast, holy shit!” you whimpered when your boyfriend suddenly slid two of his long fingers inside you, immediately curling them up to press against that sensitive spot he knew would make you lose your mind. 

Seokmin only hummed against your pussy, his eyes catching yours as the corners of his mouth tugged up into a devilish smirk. Then, his hand was speeding up, fingers mercilessly batting against your sweet spot while his tongue lapped at your swollen clit. He watched you succumb to the pleasure with hungry eyes, your face contorted in pure ecstasy as your moans got louder and louder the closer you got. 

“You like that, baby?” your boyfriend rasped, his mouth briefly detaching from your clit. 

Your cunt clenched around his fingers in response, the only sound coming out of your mouth being a needy whine since you couldn’t find it in yourself to come up with a sane response with how scrambled your mind was.

That was met with a sharp nip at your swollen nub.

“Answer me,” Seokmin growled, apparently not satisfied with your lack of words.

You yelped loudly at the unexpected but very welcoming stinging sensation that had your nerves singing with pleasure. “Shit— yes! I fucking do!”

“That’s a good girl,” he praised with a harsh slap to your inner thigh before taking your clit back between his wet lips.

The sound of the pet name unraveled something inside you, drawing every muscle in your body taut as you were abruptly thrown over the edge. The full force of your toe-curling orgasm caused you to cry out your boyfriend’s name, your legs trapping his head between your thighs while drenching his pretty face with your arousal. 

Seokmin was perfectly content like that, groaning into your cunt like a starved man as he tried to catch every last drop of your slick with his mouth. Even when you began pushing at his head to get him away from your overstimulated pussy, it took him another twenty seconds before he finally detached himself, looking up at you with a dopey, satisfied grin and his chin dripping with your arousal. 

“You’re insatiable, Lee Seokmin,” you rasped, chest heaving as you tried to recover from the intense high you’d just experienced. 

Said man leaned forward, placing a gentle kiss right below your belly button.

“Yes,” He moved up slightly, this time placing a kiss right above it, “I am.” His lips trailed over your breast, goosebumps forming along the way, “But…” He nipped at your neck, “you…” he whispered, his lips hovering right above yours, “were so good for me,” he finished, capturing your lips into another heated kiss.

The taste of yourself on your boyfriend’s lips lit a new fire inside your belly, your skin flushing hot with a new surge of desire. It also didn’t help that his hands were back on your thighs, kneading and rubbing at them, making every one of your nerve endings come back to life under his scorching touch. 

“Min, get your dick out and fuck me,” you mumbled against his lips, determined to not take no for an answer this time. 

Seokmin was fully prepared to give into your demands this time, no longer wanting to tease you because he was feeling just as desperate and eager to be inside you. There was, however,  just one little thing he hadn’t thought of before. But now with you sprawled out before him in all your naked glory, begging for his cock, the little voice in the back of his mind decided to make an appearance. 

“Fuck.” He grimaced. “Just hold on, okay? I’ll be right back,” he said, leaning forward to kiss you softly before making a move to get up. 

You quickly grabbed onto his arm to stop him, confusion taking over your features at the sudden switch in mood.  

“Wait! Where are you going?”

“Condoms… don’t have any on me. I’ll quickly grab one from inside.”

“We don’t need them,” you blurted out, immediately biting your bottom lip when you realized what you'd said.

Seokmin’s eyes visibly widened at your bold suggestion. “But you're not on any birth control. I could actually get you pregnant.”

“Would it really be that bad?” At that, the man’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head. 

The topic of kids was nothing new between the two of you. It had come up on multiple occasions during the span of your relationship, and it was pretty clear that both you and Seokmin loved kids. The both of you always jumped at the chance of babysitting his two year-old nephew whenever Seokmin’s sister and her husband needed someone to watch him, happy to spoil him and play with him as if he was your own. 

It was no secret that you wanted a big family, and so did Seokmin, so that wasn’t the reason he was a little hesitant to fuck you without protection. He just really didn’t want you to regret anything if you did end up pregnant by the end of it, because a child was a big responsibility after all. 

But he also couldn’t deny that he wasn’t tempted by the idea of your warm walls hugging his dick without anything in the way, and being able to empty his load inside your greedy, slick-covered hole like he’d always wanted to do. 

It was hard not to give in to that, especially when you were looking at him with those big, seductive eyes of yours.

“Baby, I’m serious.”

“So am I,” you shot back, a mix of determination and lust adorning your face as you challenged your boyfriend. 

Seokmin frowned, running a hand through his damp hair. “We should think about this…”

“I already did, and I want this. I wanna feel you… all of you… inside me.” You looked up at him with the biggest puppy eyes you could muster. 

“Fuck, you’re not making it easy for me,” your boyfriend sighed, feeling completely torn between doing the responsible thing and giving in to his carnal desires. 

“Then stop thinking and just fill me with cum.”

Seokmin gulped, letting out a shaky breath as he felt himself slowly start to lose the battle.

“Shit. Are you absolutely sure about this? Is this really what you want, baby?” he asked, placing his hands on either side of the bench to cage you in.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, leaning up to touch your nose to his. “If you're asking me if I want you to fuck a baby in me then yes, I totally want that,” you breathed, a small smile gracing your face.

Seokmin’s dick twitched in his shorts at your declaration, unlocking a new level of desire that he didn’t know existed. His body was full-on buzzing, adrenaline pumping through his veins as he felt the gears in his mind switch to a whole different setting. 

You noticed the change in your boyfriend the moment the words had left your lips, the uncertain expression that had been on his face just now making way for a much more ominous expression, one you didn’t quite recognize. 

“Min?” 

“Bend over.” 

“O-okay.” The slight edge to his tone had you scrambling to turn around for him, nearly causing you to fall off the bench in the process as your legs got tangled up in your dress. You planned to rip the clothing piece off your body to make your life easier, but the sudden hand pinning your wrist to your back made that impossible.

“Dress stays on,” your boyfriend’s low voice sounded from behind you as you felt him flip up the material to reveal the supple skin of your ass.

You were about to protest, but the harsh slap to your behind that followed made you think twice about opening your mouth. The impact of his hand connecting with your tender skin pulled a soft whine from you, leaving you with a pleasant stinging sensation that sent a hot streak of arousal right down to your pussy. 

There was barely any time to recover from the first slap before he delivered a second one, this one even more intense and brutal than the last one, forcing you to fight down a scream as you jolted forward, barely able to keep your balance since you only had one hand available to steady yourself. 

Your boyfriend was no stranger to delivering the occasional slap to your ass, but it had always been in a loving kind of way and never like this… so rough and thrilling. So if this kind of spanking was your boyfriend’s reaction to seeing you bent over in your half-discarded dress, then you had no problem keeping it on.

“Such a good girl for me,” Seokmin groaned, his cock twitching once again as he watched your ass jiggle for a third time when his hand reconnected with your delicate flesh. You could only moan in response as you felt yourself get wetter with every slap, hand gripping onto the bench for dear life while you let your boyfriend have his way with you. 

Only after the tenth slap or so, when Seokmin noticed your legs were close to giving out on you, he released the wrist he was holding and allowed you to take a breather while he rushed to shove his shorts and underwear down his legs, finally freeing the raging boner he’d been neglecting for the past twenty minutes.

The man didn’t waste any time as he grabbed onto your waist with one hand, lining up his engorged tip with your dripping cunt with the other. 

A shudder ripped through him when he pushed forward, greedy eyes fixed on his cock disappearing between your ass cheeks, slowly getting enveloped by your tight walls as they made room for him. 

It was unlike any feeling Seokmin had ever experienced. Although he was barely halfway inside, he was sure he wasn’t going to last as long as he usually would have. Without the usual barrier in the way, he was able to feel it all, every little sensation — the warmth radiating off your walls as he slid in further, your creamy slick drenching his cock from head to base — it took everything in him to stop himself from bursting as he imagined how good you’d look with your ripe cunt stuffed full of his seed. 

Seokmin’s pupils were fully blown by the time your ass connected with his pelvis, his jaw clenched and the grip on your waist bordering on bruising as he momentarily stilled to let you both get used to the new feeling. 

You weren’t doing much better, trying to deal with the blissful ache whirling in your stomach as you tried to accommodate the familiar stretch. Only this time, you were able to actually feel the bulging veins forking along his length as they throbbed against your inner walls in the most intoxicating way. 

“Shit, Min,” you moaned, tightening your grip on the bench, “Just fuck me already. Feels so damn good like this.”

At your plea, Seokmin pulled his hips back slightly, slowly dragging his throbbing tip along your sensitive walls before abruptly burying his entire girth back inside your warm cunt with a loud groan.

“Yeah? Like that?”

“Yes… harder,” you whined, impatiently wiggling your ass in search of more of that delicious friction. 

“Fucking gladly,” he muttered, moving one of his hands to your shoulder before repeating the motion again, only this time with a lot more force and speed, which earned him a series of salacious moans that went straight down to his pulsing cock.  

It didn't take long for Seokmin to completely lose every bit of sanity he possessed as he vigorously drove his hips into your ass, your pussy squelching loudly every time his cock slammed back inside your slippery hole. 

He’d never felt like this before… fully overtaken by this primal need to breed you like the good girl you were, completely set on ruining you with his cock and stuffing load after load of cum inside your hot cunt until you couldn’t fit anymore. 

The regular Seokmin, aka the sweet man who made you breakfast every day and made sure you had absolutely everything you could wish for, would have been a messy blushing puddle with all these nasty thoughts running through his mind. But this Seokmin, the pussy drunk, sex-crazed man who was fucking you as if his life depended on it, only felt himself get more riled up with every new lewd thought that entered his mind, not feeling bashful in the slightest. 

You honestly didn’t know where the hell this Seokmin had come from, but you hoped that this wouldn’t be the last of him. His rough thrusts had you feeling like a complete wreck in the best sense of the word, causing you to release an obscene number of sounds you didn’t even know you could make. It was no doubt the best dicking your boyfriend had ever given you, but too much for your body to keep up — you discovered that when your legs suddenly decided to give out on you mid-thrust. 

Fortunately, your boyfriend was prepared and caught you just in time, firmly wrapping one of his beefy arms around your tits to press you against his bare chest, while his free hand clamped around your neck, forcing you to tilt your head up to the clear blue sky as he continued to pound into your sopping cunt. 

“Fuck, gonna fill this pussy,” Seokmin growled into your ear, his breath hot against the side of your face. “Gonna fill it with my cum, fucking show the world you’re mine… get your pretty belly round with my baby,” he continued, never slowing down his unrelenting pace.

“God, yes!” you moaned, eyes once again rolling to the back of your head as your walls fluttered in response to the filth rolling off your boyfriend’s tongue. 

“Dirty girl. You like the thought of me fucking a baby into you?”

”Y-yes, fuck… want it, want your baby!” 

You didn’t think it was possible but Seokmin’s hips sped up even more after you’d said that, making you cry out loud as you clung onto his forearm to center yourself.

“Gonna fill you up like you deserve, stuff you full till you can’t walk. This pussy is fucking mine… mine to claim.” Seokmin had fully lost himself at this point, spewing all the filth he could think of, completely and utterly enthralled by your sweet raw cunt sucking him in so deliciously.

“Oh god, Min, need you to cum in me,” you rasped, feeling the coil in your stomach start to wind and tighten as your boyfriend continuously battered against your sweet spot. 

“So fucking desperate. Such a good girl.” That was the moment Seokmin released your throat and lowered his hand to attach his fingers to your clit, rubbing sloppy figure eights into it while his dick continued to stretch you out.

“Faster… faster,” you urged, feeling your body tense at the sudden surge of pleasure shooting through you. 

Seokmin listened to your pleas and sped up his fingers.

“Oh, fuck, right there,” you whined, feeling like you couldn’t hold it anymore. “Gonna cum… gonna cum!”

White briefly flashed before your eyes as you came with a choked gargle of your boyfriend’s name, your cunt clenching around his cock as your body shook violently from the overwhelming sensations. 

Seokmin didn’t stop at that, feeling like he was seconds away from reaching his own high. With your fluttering cunt continuing to hold his dick in a chokehold, and you begging for his cum in his ear, it didn’t take him long to get there. 

With one last well-timed thrust, Seokmin buried himself all the way inside you, letting his own orgasm wash over him as he felt the first spurts of cum coat your inner walls. Both of you groaned in delight at the unfamiliar but arousing feeling of Seokmin’s cum filling you up for the first time. 

Heat bloomed inside you as your boyfriend continued to spill inside you, holding tightly onto you as he rode out the remainder of his climax. 

“Fuck, Min, so much cum,” you whimpered when you felt his seed begin to drip out of your swollen cunt and down your thighs. That’s how much there was. It felt like there was no end to it. 

“Pussy feels so fucking good, can’t stop cumming,” he panted against your neck, moving his hands to rest on the smooth skin of your stomach.

You smirked, tightening your walls momentarily to pull a little whine from your boyfriend.

“Well, let’s say that I’m not complaining.”

Only when Seokmin’s cock had fully softened and there really was no more cum to give, he reluctantly pulled out of you, not being able to stop himself from gawking at the big globs of cum dripping out of your pussy with his cock no longer holding it in. 

“Min?”

”Huh?” 

Despite your extremely wobbly legs, you managed to turn around and threw yourself at the man in front of you, wrapping your arms around his neck as you stared into his eyes with a cheeky smile on your face. 

“I love you, you know that? You’re a fucking freak!” 

Seokmin’s cheeks began to flush at your exclamation, his eyes quickly averting yours in an attempt to escape your intense gaze. 

“Oh…. uh, that? Well…” he stammered, one of hands coming up to rub at his neck.

“Are you seriously acting all shy on me now when you just fucked my brains out?” You giggled, shaking your head in disbelief. 

“Well, when you put it like that…” He chuckled, a dopey grin on his face.

“Promise me you’re gonna show this side of you more often.”

Seokmin raised his brows in surprise. “You sure? It wasn’t too much?”

“Fuck no.” You shook your head. “It was definitely some of the best dick you’ve given me.”

“I guess I have no choice then, do I?” He smiled widely.

“Nope. Besides,” You leaned in to kiss him softly before whispering seductively, “if you wanna give me a baby, we better do that many more times, just to be sure.”

“You’re absolutely right.” Then your boyfriend scooped you up without another word, your surprised shriek echoing through the garden as he hurried to rush you inside the house, eager to do it all over again.

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꒰ satoru is the most powerful god alive, crowned the zeus and destined king of the gods, but since you’ve known him, he’s always needed your help with something. ꒱

ᴍᴅɴɪ. 7.1k. f!reader. no curses, mythology au. fluff. angst. humor. smut. fwb. mirror sex, semi-guided. breeding kink is a lil obvious. light body worship. sukuna’s an evil perv ꒰ touches reader noncon but not detailed ꒱ zeus!satoru x metis!reader. reader is a nymph; satoru shapeshifts. nsfw. reposted.

one.

although too young to remember, you meet satoru, divinely named the zeus, the destined king of the gods, when you’re one year old.

you were a curious toddling thing back then, babbling endlessly and driven only by your given instincts and the culture of the oceanids. you understood shorelines as past times and jagged rocks in which the sea roared in all its brutality beneath them as sacred places to gather. you only remember the tender eyes of ieiri the amalthea upon waking. you only remember the scent of salt, speckles of pale blue, and the distinct songs of sirens that rang in the early air like glorious hymns. you remember how sister nymphs swayed like ocean’s surface to the tune of bloodlust-laden temptation and you recall the swell of your heart mimicking the impact of a crashing wave.

you don’t remember the day the rhea came with a song of her own, a melodic plea for assistance from your mother, the thetys, your father, the oceanus, and your caretaker, the amalthea. you were too busy basking in the novelty of the world around you to take notice of the goddess pushing the chubby body of a snowy-haired boy into your mother’s arms with a chorus of gratitude that followed. you don’t remember ‘hide him. please hide him. he’s the only hope we have of stopping the kronos. you can’t ever let him be seen.’ you don’t remember meeting him, but every memory you have subsequently is imbued with glimpses of his presence.

ten.

you’ve always been a child who warranted wonder from those around you. too mentally forward to maintain a similar pace as the nymphs you were supposed to learn alongside and too juvenile to ascend with the nymphs you were just as capable of in conceptual dexterity but not physical, there was always a disconnect between yourself and the others. the only counter they can find for the smartest is the strongest. and now, before you stands the boy that’s been quietly lingering behind closing doorways; that’s where you catch glimpses of him. the first thing you notice is blue, a powerful and electric shade of blue you’ve never seen. in his irises, storms swirl above an ever-azure sea; when you stare too long, you swear you hear the crackle of thunder in them. you swear you see a flash of lightning. a snowy mountain rests on top of his head, a disarray of feathery locks that refuse to adhere to reality. the longer you stare, the more you watch the hairs on his head rise to attention. “you want him to be taught by…this child?” you hear his mother ask and your gaze abandons him instantly. “they are the same in nearly every way aside power.” your mother, ever assured of you, rests her hand atop your head. “she is no child of ordinary bearing. bestowed on her is the burden of knowledge itself, an everlasting and eternal curiosity that seeds, sows, and bears the fruit of omniscience.” there’s pride laced in her voice as she speaks. “she is the divine metis and fruition of knowledge.” as your mother speaks, you see the rhea’s brows raise. “if the zeus is the strongest, then the metis must be the brightest.” “another precocious child,” the rhea’s voice is a dazzled murmur. “of course, if the gods themselves have chosen her mind then only she can be tasked with expanding the understanding of the destined king of gods.” you offer an affirmative hum, your small voice poised, “a natural conclusion.” “i suspect you won’t be needing guidance?” the thetys looks you over with a trusting smile. “you will help satoru?” you nod once, a declaration of your commitment. “i will help him, of course. i won’t allow him to become empty-headed and simple-minded like the kronos.” “i don’t need anyone’s help. i’m not just the strongest. i’m the smartest, too. i’ll win against the kronos and i’ll teach myself!” satoru’s arms fold over his chest as he finally speaks, feigning dauntlessness. you snort. “and yet you are here because you could not count your rations of bread.” “i can count!” the zeus protests, defiantly stomping his foot. “i’m the destined king of gods! you can’t talk to me like this.” “you are the metis; let your wisdom show in your benevolence.” your mother sings her constant reminder. “address the learning with grace.” you roll your eyes. “he insists he’s not of the learning. his ignorance must be the source of his bliss.” “anything that won’t involve you is bliss.” satoru grumbles. “satoru,” the rhea smiles softly down at the small boy. “be kind. a future king of gods must know when to request and accept assistance.” so there you both stand at an impasse with one another, the persistence pushed from the hands of your mothers onto your fates. you stare at him, and for a moment, you see a flicker of his future in his eyes, your future with him. this is a pristine kind of foresight you’re still cultivating, but you understand right then that your life will likely be spent by his side, for one reason or another.

twenty.

time passes and you teach satoru an abundance of things; at least, you try your damndest to. most of the time you spend with him is spent in gentle bickering back and forth about the uselessness of your knowledge or the dangers of his recklessness. a copious amount of time is spent trying to determine the best way to shift his boyish divinity into that of a god worthy of those in which he rules. in quiet, tender corners that you both carve out and burrow into to hide with one another, an alarming amount of time is spent exploring the depths of intimacy. your lips fumble over the other’s, shallow breathing entangled as you swallow down shared desperation; your hands assess the warmth of each other’s flesh between needy sighs and little murmurs. you teach satoru about the history of the gods, about the blessings bestowed on their breaths and fingertips. he, in turn, shows you what it means to be worshipped devoutly, to have your waist kissed and held, treated with the same sacred implications as an altar where he kneels and explodes with gratitude, where he seeks forgiveness and accepts the consequences of his fragilities. he only touches the surface of all that you know and share, but he knows your body with a sickening level of familiarity, knows exactly what angles to use to make you a flustered, whimpering mess. it’s not corruption, but he exhumes your weaknesses, lotus-eating your body and leaving it teeming with a foreign kind of decadence you spend ages chasing as greedily as he does. of all the languages, satoru is most fluent in pleasure and desire. “gods, look at you.” he breathes hotly. his greedy lips press a kiss against the shell of your ear as his arm’s grasp around your hips tightens. “what would everyone say if they saw you like this, huh?” your hazy eyes peer ahead into the watery reflection before you, taking in the sight of yourself and satoru standing behind you as you bend over the rough surface of a wet rock for support. your bare bodies glisten, illuminated with hues of blue from the iridescent glow bouncing off of the cove’s mystical waters. your eyes squeeze shut tight as you hear your own reflection release a wanton moan. he’s not corrupting you, but he’s skilled at convincing you to use sacred tools meant to teach him about his prophecy to instead gift you both with an unorthodox kind of pleasure. this time it’s the cove of the oceanids and the sacred waters that reflect to you the unfurling of your desires. he says he needs your help to grant him the most desirous result. satoru muses that prurient intent could be reflected and act as more so a guide. he reasons if you let him take you in front of this makeshift mirror, it’ll show him exactly what to do to reach the pinnacle of pleasure for you both. and you know that everything he does is merely a tactic, but despite your overwhelming clarity of his intent, you have your own, personal curiosities to satiate, which only he seems willing to do with little question and surprising execution. “open your eyes, pretty.” he murmurs. “look at what i’m about to do to you.” and you do, god you do. you watch his reflection holding his erect cock in one hand, a palm clutching the fat of your ass in the other. he looks down at his length and spits right onto the head, groaning as he strokes himself, spreading the slick of his salvia over the tip and lulling his head back momentarily. “there we go, pretty.” his reflection sighs. “spread your legs for me a little.” next, you observe your reflection obeying his gentle command, arousal filling your gut where you stand and leaving you clenching around nothing when satoru pumps himself slowly before lining up his thick girth with your entrance. you both watch his reflection slip inside yours with ease.

“fuck,” satoru sighs from behind you, only a moment passing before you feel a familiar clutch of your ass in his palm and hear the soft sound of him spitting down onto his cock. “you heard me, nymph. spread your legs.” you can hear it much more clearly now, the slick sound of his gluttonous hands gripping and sliding along his cock, wet from his spit and fucking into his own grasp with shaky breaths following. “s-satoru,” your reflection whimpers as satoru’s arm reaches and his hand wraps around the width of your neck. the veins on the back of his hand swell against his skin while his grip tightens and your mouth parts in response. it only takes a moment before you follow his instructions, your legs parting and allowing him access. it’s not until you both witness him abandon the grip on your neck in exchange for cupping your breast in his hand, fondling and squeezing while his other hand maintains a tight grip on your hip to keep him steady while he grinds his cock into you slowly. “look how pretty you are.” he murmurs, sinking into you with a whine. “you look so perfect taking me. so perfect.” your eyes flutter shut, his movement languid at first before he whimpers and his hips jerk, thrusting into you quickly, matching the speed he watches his own reflection fall into. his breathy moans fill your ears accompanied by your own gentle sounds when you finally feel the strength of his warm palm press against the shape of your neck, lithe fingers wrapping around and squeezing until you feel a slight restriction of air. pressure starts to fill your head and arousal pools inside your gut, forcing a high-pitched moan and plea to erupt from your lips. “yes, oooh gods.” your breathing is shallow, your hand rising to clasp his forearm. “s-satoru, fuck!” his groan is filled with an insatiable kind of need. “that’s right, pretty. you love getting fucked and filled don’t you? don’t you?” his hand leaves your neck, just as the reflection predicts and occupies itself with your chest. you wish that you felt more shame, but all you feel is the need to push him further pulsing through you. clinging to the aching sensation of his cock stretching out your leaking sex, you need him to give you more, to make you take more. how far is he willing to go to sate your curiosity? what is the capacity of pleasure you can withstand? nails digging into his skin, indentions of your own greed, you do your best to nod against his grasp and the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of you rhythmically. satoru buries himself deep inside you, teeth nibbling on the lobe of your ear messily becoming wet kisses against your neck. “my girl’s a little know-it-all, yeah? knows everything,” “mmm,” you hear your reflection whimper brokenly, unable to see why. his salacious hands roam and grip and grasp wherever they can find support, wherever he can find an anchor to keep you close to him, to keep all of you like putty in adventurous palms. “knows just how to take my cock, how to milk it dry, how to keep all my cum inside, yeah?” he pants in your ear, his thrusts messy and uncoordinated but relentless. “knows she can’t let any of it leak out. has to let me fuck it all in or i’ll go insane, won’t i? will have to put pretty on her back and stay deep inside forever till it takes. can’t let anyone else have my pretty girl, can i?” your mouth falls open and only more feathery pleas emerge. “please, satoru. please. won’t let it leak out. promise. i promise.” “i know it, pretty. know you won’t. you know i can’t handle even the thought.” he leans in closer to your ear, pressing your body over onto the surface of the rock formation. “pretty girl knows everything, knows she can’t belong to anyone else or i’ll destroy everything, won’t i?”

in the high of his need and the voraciousness of his desire, satoru shamelessly makes you aware of the level of his possessiveness, makes you aware of how he believes you’re by his side because you’re supposed to be, makes it known that nothing will be safe from his wrath if you dare try and make him share you or any of what you reserve just for him, what’s always been just for him. your attention. your praise. the fruits of your labor. your friendship. even the seeds of knowledge you sow. it’s all for him, an indulgence for only the destined king of gods to partake in. in his mind, the god chaos gave you to him. as much as you serve your purpose as his companion and his teacher, he wholeheartedly believes you belong to him and only to him. he gets to have you because you’re his and should he ever pick up on any indication that his possession of you is riddled with falsehoods or ultimately untrue, he might indulge in tastes similar to that of his father to soothe the ache of your betrayal. you try not to think about it too much, try to keep your foresight limited in those moments because deep down, a part of you doesn’t mind belonging to him, but only if you remain blissfully unaware of what he’s willing to do if you don’t. “mmm,” your whimper sounds identical to that of your reflection’s. “i know. i know.”

twenty eight.

“satoru, i advise th—” he cuts you off, spinning around on his heels as his finger juts in front of your face. “don’t! i don’t want to hear anymore advising. not a peep from you.” an exasperated sigh befalls you. “get your finger out of my face before i break it myself.” “why are you even here? how are you even here?” he asks in a grumble, nimble finger receding. “what do you want?”. the older you get, the wiser and more efficient you’re forced to become at the hands of satoru and his recklessness. he doesn’t care that sukuna, his father and the kronos, is actively hunting him down to swallow him whole just as he did the rest of his divine siblings. this is because satoru the zeus is ruled by the principalities of his pleasures. he’s pleased by his own strength, delighted by the endless growth and capacity of his power, thrilled to perpetuate the notion that one day all he seeks and all he stands on will belong to him. all of it is already his and the only barrier between him and the future that he rightfully owns, his birth-given right, is every breath sukuna takes. you understand the kind of equation that constructs him and you’ve always acknowledged it lacks all patience. still, the responsibility of his living falls in your hands. the gods relying on using him as a tool to escape the evil clutches of his father will rain down on you in all mercilessness should the zeus meet his demise before the kronos. “i want you to turn around and come back. not only is the amalthea worried sick about you but it’s too risky for you to be out like this. i know you want to believe otherwise, but you’re not strong enough to defeat your father. you cannot kill him alone and we’ve discussed this numerous times. you don’t listen, and you’re not ready to be the king of gods, satoru.” groaning, his lip curls. “and what do you know?” fear suddenly weaves and slinks down your spine. your eyes dart, taking in the sudden sensation of oncoming presence. satoru pushes past you, his shoulder shoving into yours as he does. you anticipate his brutishness, as per usual, so you don’t wince upon impact you hardly feel. no, you quietly thank your foresight for the padding it helped you determine to place there. “almost everything,” you respond easily, turning to continue following behind him, his inescapable shadow, the only one who knows enough to keep him safe. “even if i were a fool, it would be obvious you’re no king.” he stops then. you see his shoulders rising and falling, his breathing heavy and erratic. his anger oozes from his pores. inwardly, you’re thankful for the consistency of his temperament even after all this time. it occurs to you then that he’s still riddled with all his childishness, still reckless and arrogant, flaunting his unearned certainty like a badge of honor, but he’s changed. where he used to match you in height, he’s someone you raise your chin to address. your lips have become familiar with the flesh between his shoulder blades. his eyes are more piercing; his gaze is sharper and it’s always fixated on you. his personality is the same, but there’s a new kind of urgency he’s crafted out of hubris and pride. he claims king and it’s more of an entitlement than a responsibility; this is a declaration of his strength, not an obligation to those weaker than him. he doesn’t want to be king to save you all from his father; he just wants to show that he’s become the totality of might because he exists and strength is owed to him by proxy of such a phenomena. satoru doesn’t want to become a king; in his eyes, he’s born one and it’s enough. “i am king.” he seethes. “if you can’t see that, you know nothing.” you huff in amusement. “no, you’re a foolish, walking target. if you can’t see that, you’re already dead.” “what are you going o—” as he speaks, you abruptly drop down to the ground to your knees, positioned for prayer or plea but instead wrapping your hand around the fabric of his robes to yank him down with you.

“a snake would suit you best right now.” that’s all you offer and your eyes are proud as you watch his body contort instantly, trading in the appendages of man for the guise of a reptilian. as always, his eyes stay a daunting and glistening blue as the rest of him slowly starts to become long and laden with white scales. when satoru transforms, you extend the length of your arm and his slimy, thick body slithers up the limb with ease. you make a mental note to praise him for his efficiency, for his obedience, should you both walk away from the coming conflict absent of bloodshed. perhaps, he’s learned to read in your eyes when your gentle suggestions are screeching alarms of danger that lies ahead. you feel eyes boring into your back as you mutter, “it’s terribly impolite to stare.” terror fills you and teems in your body. floods your flesh from your head to your toes, the thick feeling of danger a struggle to swallow down before you turn to face the predator you feel dangerously close to becoming prey before. you feel your breathing hitch, doing your damndest to steady yourself and sport only neutrality, but there’s a sudden fogginess in your foresight that makes you unable to see the branches of possible outcomes with sharp clarity. you see him coming, sukuna the kronos, but you can’t see anything past the encounter as you turn to face the man who more closely resembles a monster, the god that meanders through the heavens as a divine beast. his four arms protruding menacingly from his body, the cruel smirk that shapes his blood-covered lips, the glint in all four of his mishapen eyes. “now, now, is that any way to address your king?” up until this moment, you’ve never heard the voice of sukuna, only heard tales about the humor in his tone as he stares ahead with sinister intent. you can’t mistake the playfulness in the murderous look he offers between narrowed eyelids but you don’t react to it either. it’s been said that he smells fear and it’s rancid to him; they say he can taste the putrid flavor of courage’s failure and it leaves him with unshakeable disgust. they say if he sneers your way, make peace with the inevitability of demise. you lift a curious brow. “is this any way to address the embodiment of knowledge when you seek an answer?” a casual counter where you feign such a specific level of pride and absence of concern, you even fool yourself into believing that perhaps escaping the clutches of his mindless displays of evil and assertions of power is possible. the weight of satoru’s scaly form rests across your shoulders and the nape of your neck. your eyes gaze up as satoru takes in the sight of the god before you both, his hissing incessant as sapphire orbs remain sharp and focused. you feel the tail end of his elongated frame wrapping and weaving down your left arm in a protective formation. “ah,” sukuna sighs. “you must be the metis. come. i seek the wisdom of your foresight, child.” as he speaks, two eyes observe you while the others carefully analyze the creature clinging to your flesh. you notice his eyes flicker downward, taking in the cream-colored fabric lying in a heap adjacent to where you now stand and your gaze follows. for a moment, your heart skips a beat. knowing that he will take note of any shift in your demeanor, you gasp. “mother’s robes, what luck.” you groan. “as you can see, i have business to attend to. make your request known and i will provide you with an answer.” sukuna takes one step forward; the ground beneath you shivers. “when the titans spoke to me of the metis, they did not mention the presence of a serpent. what curious eyes. like storms and sea’s rage all at once. a nymph of the oceanids keeping a scaled creature as a companion? heh, i’ve observed every oddity that must exist surely.” you shake your head, objective in all your notions. “you could never begin to fathom the curiosities that exist in both this world and the next, but i can.”

offering nothing more than a fragile sigh, you squat to bundle the fabric in your free hand that satoru is not braided tightly around and dramatically groan as you shake the robes and make quite a show of observing it for tatters or flaws. another step forward. the trees sway at the impact’s jostling; the soil moans in terror as his soles sink deeper. “lies smell quite similarly to fear.” he states, the smirk on his lips deepening has his tongue flicks out to lick the traces of blood from his lips. “the oceanids that protect the shores taste exactly like the lies they dared to utter so shamelessly: pathetic.”

the naiades of night. i felt the anguish of their deaths. it was the signal. it was the threat. it was the alarm of the hunt. graciously, i pray that my siblings find peace in the chaos’ divine oblivion.

you allow grief to flood your heart, a flavor he knows well and prefers. the taste of mourning will likely mask the trace of lies you plan to string along. slowly, you clutch the fabric close. “i thought i felt their danger although i did not hear their cries. i was occupied in search of my oracle.” for a moment, you watch as he watches you with an interesting expression and then he laughs, full and boisterous, clouding the night air with the melody of his moral depravity. “most interesting,” he notes in amusement. “you do not lie after all.”

empty-headed and simple-minded. your greed will be your downfall. unfortunately, he may follow a similar fate.

you glare. “what reason would i have to lie to you? i do not fear you and i knew of your arrival.” a softer step forward, the extent of two right arms towards you. one hand caresses your face in a maniacal effort to drag out the truth through your body’s involuntary response and one hand brushes across your chest, groping and gripping, to which satoru’s hissing increases. you feal the heat of his skin and briefly, you worry that his impulsiveness will push him to return to his flesh in an attempt to go against the man he knows is his murderous father he’s destined to kill.

please remember what i told you. you’re not ready. don’t be rash. trust in me. trust in my ability. trust in the capacity of my mind.

instead of fear, anger boils under your skin. you smack his invasive hand away and your nose points up in disgust. “even with knowing your coming tactics, it doesn’t alleviate the disgust you bring on. ask the questions you have and i will give you the answers you want and send you on your way, but you will not touch me in any way i do not desire or you will leave just as you came, lost and empty-headed.” sukuna takes no offense, only chuckles. “what a spirit the metis harbors.” “first question,” you ignore his quip, fed up with tolerating him. “you wish to know the truth of the serpent. you feel called to it, familiar. it is because it is my oracle. it was gifted to me by the same divinity that blessed me with the knowing. it sees past the confines of this realm. it gives me foresight that extends past my own limits. it is not a companion but a tool, and nothing more. your familiarity and curiosity of its eyes are because i used its sight to see you traversing into this realm and the under before returning.” your lies come as easily as breathing, the fluidity in which you speak over the layer of your disgust that leaves no spaces to perceive the blanket of deception covering every word. two arms lower at his side; two arms fold across his bare chest decorated in the darkened marks of his ill-omens and the odious divinity that crafts his wicked spirit. he asks, “and why were you observing my movements?” the next lie comes just as fluidly. of course it does, as you’ve had even a minuscule amount of time to consider the answers. again, you thank the language of foresight for gifting you with his questions before he ever thought to drag himself to the land of the oceanids to inquire. “it was not you specifically i observed but the realms themselves. i live in a deep, endless state of questioning and discovery. my observations are rooted in the obsession that i have with knowing and the obsession in which knowledge has to be known and understood by me. it seeks my understanding and i seek to understand it. alas, i am a reciprocal nymph.” he seems to find you quite comical as he laughs again. “tell me the rest of the questions on my mind. i must say i am intrigued and entertained by you, dear metis.” “hardly dear to you,” you retort with a twinge of revulsion. “third question, if counting your inquiries of reasoning for observing you, you have been deceived and you wish to know the location of the subject of the prophecy which promises your demise, the zeus. the truth is that i simply will not tell you.” the amusement in his eyes and around his mouth dies in an instant. the worst part of this encounter comes. to you, there’s nothing worse than knowing and anticipating your own harm. a cruel palm wraps around your throat and tightens just as quickly. “you insolent child, you would deny me what i demand?” your throat, tight and unable to receive air adequately, chokes on its alarm but still you spit, “yes,” “do you want to die?” sukuna threatens, all four of his eyes blazing in a wildfire of homicidal fury around his dilated pupils. “it is nothing to me to swallow the life of another one of you useless nymphs.” your eyes are sharp, a soundless glower as you choke in his hold but make no move to fight against his lethal grasp. you wait out the discomfort for the inevitable outcome: he releases you with an enraged grunt, unfazed by your subsequent string of coughs as you struggle to return your breathing. all the while, satoru’s grip is so tight around your arm, it’s beginning to lose all feeling.

still, despite his obvious seething, he listens. he’s patient. he waits. he sits on his hands and keeps all of that percipitateness at bay.

“where is he? i’ll kill everyone on this god-forsaken oceanside.” you stand with your spine straight, sneering as your soft palm rubs across the aching in your neck where his assault occurred, anger spilling out of you as you indulge in your own impulsivity. “and you will leave with nothing but blood on your hands. you will still walk into the future of your demise. i see it in every path my foresight offers me aside one, you emotionally unstable brute.” wrath-laden eyes mirroring back at one another. “stop your games, knowing nymph.” you scoff and your last lie rolls off your tongue with ease. “this is no game. your ultimate desire is to evade death at the hands of your son and the only foresight i gain in which that outcome occurs is the path that i do not speak what i have discovered about the zeus. even if you find him, you will walk into your death.” “so he does live?” sukuna asks after a long moment of irritated silence. “i was indeed deceived by the rhea.” you nod, sending silent apologies to the rhea, but you have always known that alongside the zeus would be you matching his every step and behind him would be a trail of sacrifices made to ensure the death of the kronos. sacrifices to secure the end of a brutal and bloodthirsty era.

i know that madness will replace madness, but i have time to shift the possibilities for satoru. the kronos is beyond saving. his death is necessary for the continuation of the gods and the divinity that constructs.

“fine,” sukuna grits. “no harm will befall you now, nymph. but should i find that you have deceived me, you will suffer a fate much worse than that of the rhea or even the zeus.” an eye roll. “leave this place. and do not make it a point to return.” a final chuckle. “your knowledge shields you now but one day, i’ll have no use for you or all that your mind contains, and when that day comes, i’ll tear you limb from limb with glee.” you say nothing, knowing that your reactive words will only out you for your lies as they stand and put both you and satoru in alignment with a quick and brutal death. when the kronos disappears, all he leaves behind are his monstrous footprints in the soil and the forestry that quivers in fear even in his absence. for a moment, you’re stuck where you stand, considering all that had just occurred and finally, the rapid pace of your heart catches up to your underlying emotions: nearly crippling fear and intense relief at the simple fact that you manage to survive. once again, you feel the warmth on the underside of satoru’s belly as he attempts to return to his flesh. for a moment, your hand reaches and rests on the surface of his sliminess. “don’t.” you tell him. “not until we’re back in the walls of aegean. it’s not safe. we’re vulnerable until we’re within the reach of my mother and father’s protective blessings.” his warmth goes cool again and you take it as a show of his cooperation, his submission to your initial efforts of forcing him back home. the night begins with you following him out in his aimless wandering and it ends with him clinging to the shape of your shoulders as you slowly begin your trek back to safety. when you’re back in your quarters away from all harm, immediately satoru’s tail unravels from your arm and he slinks down to the floor. you carefully hold out the robes he had abandoned for this form and you watch as his head slowly returns, then his neck and shoulders follow, and the long, thickness of his serpent’s form returns to a state of pale flesh and long limbs. before you know it, satoru stands in front of you, his body towering over you in height. when his eyes look down to observe you, you tilt your head up to match his curious gaze. he makes no move to grab his robes from you, only stares at you, steely blues teeming with nothing shy of concern. his brows bunch in worry, perhaps even remorse. “y/n,” the tenor of his voice a warm murmur. “are you okay?” a nod. “i’m alive.” “why didn’t you tell me he was coming?” the inquiry is wrapped in a tender sense of betrayal. “what if he would have killed you? what would i have done then?” you sigh. “you would have died tonight. that’s what you would have done. you behave as though my harshness is a product of my need to control you and exert power over you but it is nothing shy of my greatest efforts to ensure you see this through to the end. in the future, think before you follow your childish impulsions.” he stares for a moment, the remorse becoming lucid and perceivable in his expression. before either of you speaks, his arms wrap around your frame and pull you taut to his torso for a tight embrace. “don’t,” he pleads, burying his face in the juncture of your neck. the desperation doesn’t go unnoticed by you. “don’t scare me like that again.” the quiver in his speech tells you exactly this: satoru was, even briefly, convinced that he was likely to lose you at the hands of the man he was responsible for protecting you from. perhaps he didn’t take the prophecy as much more than a guarantee of his future power, position, and fate before, but now, you can feel in the way he engulfs you that he does acknowledge even a sliver of responsibility there. your arms encircle his waist as he mumbles into your neck. “i’m sorry. i’m so sorry. please don’t go.”

thirty two.

eventually, satoru resigns himself to believe that you may just know everything. time and time again, you demonstrate with ease that there aren’t many things that can outwit you. very seldom do you approach any scenario without a plan, without a reasonable counter, without an adequate solution. “gods, all of you are useless today. just bring me the metis and get out of my sight.” of course, you hear him before you see him because you always anticipate him before he sends for you. the zeus is a rather dishonorable man through and through, but he’s the pinnacle of predictable if nothing else. you watch as the fledgling oceanids scurry out in a hurry, relief befalling them all as they leave the zeus’ chambers to seek you out only to find you waiting outside, a calm and knowing expression on your face, as usual. one would think being the best friend and right hand of the most powerful god in all of the heavens would ensure your life’s simplicity, but alas, it is instead, the greatest point of your stress. it’s the center of all the chaos you know and touch. and lately, his erratic emotions and short temper have done nothing but send everyone into a panic. you’re aware it is because the time has come to eliminate his father and yet, many components that were detailed in the prophecy are still missing. “satoru,” you call gently. when he turns to look at you, you watch the irritation in his eyes simmer down and contort into soft relief. “just why are you making the young oceanids fear for their lives?” he huffs, eyes rolling as he approaches you. “they’re useless. they don’t know anything at all. it’s far too exhausting asking them questions.” when he closes the distance between you both, his hands rest on your shoulders and the look he gives you spells out all his fondness for you. still, even to this day, he looks at you and sees only what belongs to him, perhaps the only thing worthy of his protection. “pretty,” he murmurs, tugging on the two intricate braids that fall around your face. “where have you been? i haven’t seen you in days. i need your help.” you sigh. “of course you do, and i knew that you did, obviously.” “obviously,” he mutters. “and so again i ask, where have you been? this isn’t a good time for you to go missing on me, you know.” a huff of a laugh. “i was off doing your dirty work. you’re welcome.” “i’ll thank you when you have the answers i need to kill my father.” he grumbles, an arm sliding gently around your waist. “if i know my metis, you’ve come bearing good news.” you hum thoughtfully. “i’ve come bearing necessities and strong advising.” as you speak, from under your the cloak that covers your shoulders, you retrieve a small velveteen pouch, a deep periwinkle tied in shining, golden rope and you dangle it in front of his face, to which he uses his free hand to take hold of it. a slow smile spreads across his face. “this is the potion?” he confirms and you nod. “you went to retrieve it for me?” there’s a tone of delight as he speaks and draws you in closer. you knew he would be pleased and seeing your efforts grant you the result you desire, the oncoming avalanche of his praise falling over you, makes you shimmer with pride. you traversed between realms just to obtain this potion for him, a dangerous venture that was intended to force sukuna to throw up the bodies of his divine siblings to which zeus could then work with them to destroy him. “i assume this is the necessity.” he murmurs, leaning down to place a tender kiss on your lips. “now, on to your advising. try not to bore me to death.” your eyes narrow. “or perhaps i should take my potion back and let you walk into death. at least i would be rid of you.” “pretty girl knows nearly everything and yet still doesn’t know there’s no getting rid of me. pity,”

adoration glimmers brilliantly in your eyes. a small smile dancing on your lips as your palm rests flat against his chest. he looks over the potion carefully, a musing look on his face. you wonder if he’s worried, if he’s afraid, if he feels confident in what he’s going to do. “ah, my advising,” you recall softly. “be sure to retrieve your siblings first. you’ll need them by your side to destroy him. you cannot kill him alone. if you try, all our life’s endeavors will have been for nought. you will die. i will die. the oceanids will all die along with your recklessness.” and for once, zeus doesn’t offer you a snide remark or self-concerned quip to assure you of his own strength. instead, he takes a deep breath and says exactly what you hope. “i…don’t think that i can go through with this alone. after considering it, even having this, i don’t think i’d live long enough to convince him to take it. he won’t reason with me. the moment he sees me, he’ll try to kill me.” a knowing smile. “and just what do you suggest?” “i know all my life i’ve relied on you. i’m thankful, but i need you now more than ever. you’re the only one i can think of that would live long enough to get close to him and would be able to convince him to drink this.” the words are identical to that of your foresight and you sing a silent hymn of gratitude for all your steps that it’s guided thus far. you nod. “for once, you’re right. i’m proud you came to this conclusion without coercion. perhaps you are ready to be king now.” “i resent my awareness that you saw this long before it occurred, but alas, tell me what’s next, my wise and precious metis.” the words that leave your lips have been spoken before, but this time, there’s pride coupled with a somber understanding that after today, your efforts will shift straight from creating a suitable king into shaping him up into a suitable man. after today, your endeavors are no longer to save all of divinity and the cosmos alike but to simply save yourself. from him and what your devotion to him will lead you to. a glimpse of you suffering the same fate you’re off to rescue his siblings from flashes in your mind’s eye. your smile is sullen but a smile nonetheless. regardless of what you know, you must persist. regardless of the madman you know he’ll become in a state of paranoia, a gentle reflection of his late father no doubt, you must carry on. this is the burden of knowing. “a snake would suit you best right now.”

The Heir - G.S.

Synopsis. No, your clan leader husband won’t stop until he gives you an heir. No, you don’t think you’ll make it out alive.

Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, clan leader! Gojo, established relationship, he’s cray-cray (for you), bréeding - like a LOT, oral (fem receiving), unprotected, creampíe, marathon, séx, running from it, use of “my wife”, overstim, FÉRAL Satoru, absolutely heinous, mentions of kníves and bIood, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 5.3k

A/N. Guess what ya girlie is back with clan leader Gojo hehe.

An heir to the Gojo clan - no matter how small, how weak - could eradicate all three of the big clans before even being born. Much like their father. 

You knew that. Satoru knew that. And, unfortunately for him, so did the stuck-up old toad currently sputtering across from him. 

“I am not asking for permission.” Satoru smiles, deathly calm. “Simply that everyone vacates the Estate. After all, what the madam wants, the madam shall get.”

“But- but young master! It’s madness- An heir can tip the scales of power like never before!” The elder lunges frantically over the meeting room table. “I cannot allow- a-and considering the madam’s lowly lineage-”

Schwing!

They say that the infamous young head of the Gojo clan has a katana as hauntingly beautiful as he is - a blade of pure white, with a sapphire hilt. Though, there wasn’t anyone left to tell the tale - and Satoru wasn’t about to let that change anytime soon. 

The long, deceptively delicate sword glints sharply against Satoru’s humorless grin, and those cold, cold eyes. Unblinking - crazed, as he hums, “What did you say about my wife?”

The man in front of him can do nothing but yelp in fear, “I- it could- the scale of ah-”

“No.” The freezing cold blade presses deeper against skin. And Satoru’s tutting, “Try again.”

“Th-the madam!” Pathetic tears stain those expensive tatami mats below, every shred of previous ego wiped away as the elder’s forced to echo his words. “It is no lie that her b-background is…unsuitable-”

Oh this was why Satoru hated these meetings - and for once in his life he’d been the one to summon it instead of being forced to attend. What a joke. If only this elder had agreed to vacate everyone in the Estate like he’d wanted, then none of this would’ve happened. Seriously, how hard was it to get some alone time with you? 

Satoru sighs, blue yukata rustling as he grips the hilt tighter. “Do you know why you’re here, advisor? Why any of you little council of elders are still here?” And he doesn’t wait for an answer - couldn’t care less about it anyway. Plowing on in that same sweet, dangerous tone - as if scolding a stubborn child, “My lovely wife is kind, you see. Too kind. Doesn’t like for me to get my hands dirty.”

He lets his arm retract slightly, as if giving up on the conversation topic at hand. And oh for all his wisdom, the elder should’ve known better than to let the silence lull into one of safety. Should’ve known better than to let out a breath of relief. Relaxing - ever-so-slightly, to be stupid enough to mutter, “S-see young master. I told- you-”

Because this was Gojo Satoru, and he’s chuckling - and that was never a good sign for anyone but you. “She’d make such a perfect mother, don’t you think?”

---

SLAM!

You startle - there was only ever one person that dared to kick open the doors of the Gojo Estate that way, like he was out for blood.

Eyes tearing from your window towards the now-splintered doorway and-

Oh. Oh shit. 

Your voice dies in your throat as the metallic tang of blood hits your nose - followed very shortly by the realization that this was your husband. Towering figure leaning against the frame, gaze frantic - bouncing off everywhere but you, fingers twitching on the stained handle of his katana, looking for all the world like he’d seen a ghost. 

What the fuck happened?

“Satoru?” you breathe. And the sound of your voice his eyes finally snap to you - widening, like he’d finally noticed your figure standing there. Like he was seeing you after a thousand years. Stepping forward in concern, “Are you o-”

You’ve barely made it two steps before Satoru’s closing the distance in a split-second, dropping to his knees before you with a harsh thump!

You wince at the sound, but if it hurt then he doesn’t show it. Anything but - in fact, looking more blissed out than you’ve ever seen him as he lets his prized katana clatter to the floor, looping two powerful arms around your waist.

And it’s times like this - when he nuzzles his cheek against your stomach, sighing in contentment - that you forget about those blossoming stains of red on his yukata. None of his, you bet. 

Threading your fingers through his soft hair, you repeat, “Are you okay, Toru?”

And oh. 

Oh, it only takes those words - and your sweet sweet voice - before Satoru’s entire body jolts. Taking a sharp inhale, fingers trembling as they clutch onto the fabric of your yukata. “An heir.” Words strained, ragged. Some deep, visceral part of himself peaking up at you through those hazy, half-lidded eyes, “Would you give me an heir, my wife?”

You weren’t making it out alive. 

You’re gasping - partially because of his words, partially because that’s all it takes for him to yank you down. Sprawling you out like such a slut on the floor. “Wha- an heir?”

It’s not something you expected him to even consider - that sleepy, quiet little pillowtalk from earlier today where you’d mindlessly wondered out loud whether your husband was ready for kids. Hell, Satoru was never a morning person, so you didn’t expect him to even have heard the question let alone this. 

Nosing at your racing pulse, whispering, “An heir. You think I’d ever deny you, pretty?” Like he couldn’t believe it himself - sharp canines nipping at your neck, “My heir.”

It’s like it was the only thing he could say - could even think about right now as his lips burned a path down your jaw, into the valley of your breasts. Muffled, “N’ now we have the Estate all to ourselves, so I can ruin you as much as I hah- want.”

And for the second time today, you’re actually registering that this wasn’t the same yukata your husband had kissed senseless in before the meeting. Or, at least, those patches of red were new.

“Satoru…” You pull his face back.

“No- no no please- Come back-” you squeal when he just drags you across the floor by the hips, pressing you up against that massive bulge, back to sloppily kissing the underside of your jaw. “Was jus’ one I swear- m’sorry about gettin’ the fabric dirty.”

“Satoru.”

“Wasn’t gonna break you where everyone could hear right?” 

And fuck he doesn’t wait to hear a response, no - it’s been far too long, and every little scold from you has all the blood in Satoru’s body rushing to his aching cock. His lips are crashing onto yours, so desperate and needy. 

“Sa-toru!” you manage to squeal through the way he sips at your candied lips. Letting out pained, breathless little grunts like each swipe of his tongue against your mouth was driving him insane. 

“Shhh shhh, m’here m’here.” he pants into your open mouth, hands wandering everywhere. Cupping your ass, your breasts, nudging open your jaw to let him suck so filthily on your tongue. “Fuck- m’here.” He’s licking up the drool pooling at the corner of your mouth already, “N’ m’gonna ruin-” One hand makes its way to palm your clothed cunt, “-her.”

But, alas, no matter how many times Satoru’s done this before - it never gets any easier, or as less heavenly of a sight for him. 

With you all disheveled and splayed out for him, your tits almost spilling out of your yukata with the way his hands have been so greedy. So thoughtless. 

Satoru groans, dipping his head forward to peck messily at your lips. “Mmm- ” Pulling back just enough to mutter, “Gonna let me breed this pretty cunt, hm?” 

It’s all you can do to give him a half-delirious little nod of agreement, lower lip wobbling at just how hungrily he was looking at you. Eyes wide, lips curling into a crazed smile, fingers trembling with anticipation as he deftly works on untying your robe. 

“Is my wife gonna give me a pretty baby?” He gasps out, strangled. “An heir?” He presses a sloppy peck to your glossy lips, strings of spit snapping when he breaks apart to whisper. “One to take out all these dumb fucks?” Again, so dizzyingly. And again. “Oh how I’d love to see their fuckin’ faces.” And again and again and again. Kisses punctuated by that little mantra - “An heir. My heir. I need you to give me a baby, pretty.”

And then your yukata’s being pulled down your shoulders, the expensive fabric ripping down the side with the way he was so ravenous. Goosebumps prickling down your skin as fast as Satoru can get his hands on every inch of you.

“Oh, look at you.” his jaw falls slack, palms kneading at your soft breasts. “Fuck- the mother of my kids.” He rolls his thumb over your hardened nipples, rubbing lazy little circles, “I need to- fuck!” 

Before you know it he’s pinning your arching body down onto the floor. One hand easily pinning down both of yours, the other angling your lips back onto his, a knee wedged between your damp thighs. 

You whine at the feeling of Satoru’s thigh rubbing up against your drenched panties.

But he could barely hear - fuck, you didn’t even know if Satoru was breathing with the way he wraps his pretty pink lips around one of your pert nipples. Eyes rolling to the back of his head, cheeks hollowing as he sucks - harsh.

“Need to fill these up- s’gonna be so sweet. So full.” he’s blabbering into your tits, tongue rolling around your sensitive nipples. Incessant, like he was somehow trying to draw out milk. “I can only hope they hah- share, right?”

You buck your hips up, mewling as your throbbing clit catches on the dips and curves of the muscles on Satoru’s leg. “P-please, Toru. Don’t tease.”

And oh, when has he ever denied you? Hell, Satoru would burn down this entire world and himself if it meant giving his wife anything and everything. Especially the future mother of his kids. 

With a final, playful bite, you watch with glassy eyes at the way he dances his lips down. Slow. Teasing. Eyes locked with you all the while like some sort of predator cornering his prey. 

“And this-” Satoru stops halfway down, pressing a deep, sultry kiss onto your bare stomach, “Oh this. Gonna be so round n’ pretty. Absolutely glowing f’me, right? Fuck!” 

Snapping his head down at the feeling of your grinding your hips so sluttily onto his legs, slick seeping through your panties and onto his skin. 

“Oh.” he sighs, awe-struck. More to himself than you at this point, “You can kill me if you’re not with my heir by the time we’re done, pretty.”

A promise.

And with it went whatever was left of Satoru’s poor sanity - and whatever pathetic chance there was of you making it out of this alive. 

Immediately, Satoru fists your flimsy panties in his grasp. So see-through they were practically useless anyway. Reveling in your panicked little gaze as he pulls - rips them clean off your dripping cunt. 

“Oh god- There we go.” he moans, hooking two arms underneath your legs and pushing up, up, up - all the way until your knees were pressing up against your tits. Your lips wobble when Satoru takes the time to admire your pussy, breaths coming out in feverish little puffs to watch the way you glisten and clench at nothing. Licking his lips - salivating even - at the sight of your slick beading through your puffy folds. He runs a thumb along your sopping wet slit, “Better wish her good luck tonight.”

And, usually, your husband was refined - he teased and toyed with your poor cunt until you were begging to have an ounce of friction. But right now, it’s a wonder he doesn’t get whiplash with how fast he’s pushing his face into your pussy.

“Mm-” Satoru’s eyes roll to the back of his head as his tongue laps at your dripping wet cunt. Tipping his head back, back, back to let your sweet sweet juices slide down his throat. “Fuck that. Even luck won’t save you from me- hah-”

“Toru!” you arch off the cool floor as he cards the tip of his tongue between your puffy folds. From the base of your sloppy entrance, all the way up to your throbbing clit. “Hngh- s’too-”

He was going too fast too soon. 

You whine at the palm pushing your unstable hips flat onto the ground, holding you still while Satoru licks all over as he pleases. “Now now, how are ya gonna ngh- fuck so sweet- handle later if ya can’t even handle this, pretty?”

Sucking on your clit in such a messy, open-mouthed kiss. “Fuck. Shouldn’t have told me about an heir.” he’s murmuring into your cunt. Harsh - rolling his tongue against the sensitive nub in a way he knows will have you crying out so prettily. “Fuuuck you shouldn’t h- oh- Ohhh, look at you, my wife.”, breathing in deep, ragged gasps of air only to go deeper. “Fuck- just look at you. You’re so wet I could fuck you just like this.”

As if to prove his point, he’s urgently bullying the tip of his tongue between your plushy walls. And it was true - so pathetically true. You take him in so easily. 

Somehow, you manage to crack an eye open to spy downwards - only to be met with Satoru’s eyes already on yours. Hazy, curtained by his messy hair, swollen lips curving up to flash you such a devilish grin as he squeezes his tongue past that feeble, first ring of resistance. In and out in and out in and-

“Ohh. Squeezing me so fuckin’ tight.” His jaw grinds deeper, nose flush against your clit. “Ya like that idea? Like the thought of me p-painting ah- slutty pussy white already?”

Your embarrassed little whine isn’t enough of an answer for your husband. No, he’s pressing his fingers - all glossy and covered with a sheen of your slick - onto your pulsing clit. Just barely grazing in a way that has you crying out. 

Making out with your cunt so sloppily, “Tha’s more like it.” Heavy eyes boring into yours - goading, even, for you to give more of a reaction. “Fuck- use those words, pretty. Scream.” Satoru’s fucking into your sloppy hole the way he’s been dreaming to do with his rock-hard cock. “After all, we h-have the Estate all to ourselves, right?”

Faster. Sloppier. 

Pushing and pulling his tongue in a way that has you sobbing, “Yes! Please- wan’- ngh” Thighs squeezing around Satoru’s fervent head, “W-wan you to jus’ breed me, Toru-”

Oh.

Fuck, you might’ve just signed your will away at this point. 

Because in a split-second, you’re cumming. 

Shit, were you glad that there was no one in the house. Sobbing out a broken whine of his name, fingers white-knuckled on Satoru’s hair while you gush all over his pretty face. Just dragging your sloppy cunt all over his mouth - using him through your high. 

And he’s more than happy to be dragged and angled all you please. Greedily lapping up your syrupy sweet juices, just dipping his tongue into your hole to feel the way you clench around him. 

But it’s not long before Satoru’s pulling away. Swallowing a disappointed whine, you gape up at the absolutely feral man looming above you. 

Lips plump and glossy, your juices dripping all the way down his chin, his jaw. Teeth bared, a pretty pink blush dusting over those cheeks - and you have half the mind to wonder how high the kill count actually is. Whether you’d be on it, too. 

“Heh, kill count?” Satoru grins, teeth grazing so dangerously over your racing pulse. Shit, did you say that out loud? “Funny, real funny.” And with that, he’s thumbing apart your swollen folds, biting his lips at the sight of your quivering hole. “Wonder if our- hah- kid’s gonna have your-” Without warning, he spits. Once. Twice. Gliding the pads of his fingers along the thick globs of spit on your cunt, “-humor?”

And oh how ironic it was for Satoru to be groaning out sweet little spiels of what your kids might look like, when his fingers were anything but. 

Stretching out your gummy entrance, having the audacity to laugh - laugh - at how desperately your pussy was trying to milk his fingers. 

“Y-you’re so mean-”

“And yer killin’ me- ohhh you’re gonna be the death of me.” he mutters - strained. Depraved. Hastily pushing apart his yukata. He hisses, “Fuck-”

You can’t help but gasp at the sinful sight before you - Satoru’s blush reaches down his sculpted chest, down, down, down all the way to his painfully hard cock. Curved against his abs, already so angry and soaked with precum. Giving you a pretty little peak of those veins glistening against the dim lighting. 

Before you even know what’s happening, he’s circling his fat, weepy head around your sloppy hole. Slow, lazy patterns to tease your cunt. “Can only pray m’not dead before I see ngh- fuck- my heir.”

It’s like something breaks. And Satoru’s remembering that no, this isn’t just any child - it’s the next Gojo. That grip on the base of his swollen cock tightening when he slips past your pussy lips. 

“Oh! Toru- f-fuck wait s’too big-” you keen, nails digging into where his yukata was sliding off his milky, sculpted shoulders. Hard enough to break skin. “It’s ah-”

“No.” he spits into your sagging mouth. “No no no no- wait fuck- ngh squeezing so fucking- tight.” Hips pushing in quick, shallow little thrusts to squeeze more of his achy head inside. “Fuck- fuck fuck fuck hold on. Need this. Need this so bad- please!”

And you can’t do anything but arch into his touch, scrambling up onto your elbows to- shit, that was a bad idea. 

Because one look at the sight of your poor cunt, all bulging and stretched out on Satoru’s massive cock was enough to have you running away. 

You’d barely made a movement to escape, feet flattening on the floor to buck your hips because shit it was too much. And it was a useless effort, anyway, because Satoru’s dragging you back so easily, pulling your limp body deeper down his swollen cock. 

“Need this. Need this need this so bad, pretty.” he groans, barely even halfway in yet. Still pushing, still relentless. “Need to breed this cunt so bad.”

Some tiny, useless part of Satoru’s rationality knows that he should slow down - maybe give you a second to relax. To maybe even breathe. But he was out of control now, hips stuttering and wrenching forwards like he couldn’t stop. 

So he’s simply gripping onto your shaky thighs harder, sure to leave neat little indents of his nails to admire tomorrow - or, whenever he gets back his sanity, that is. 

Satoru hisses at the way you’re so pliant below him. Limp, letting him rest your legs on his muscled shoulders. “Think I needa manhandle ya more often, pretty.” Pressing down, down - all the way until you were folded in half beneath him in such a mean mating press. “Can’t- can’t stop-”

The change in angle makes you scream out Satoru’s name - and it makes him bottom out. Finally. 

Fuck, you weren’t making it out alive.

“Oh.” he grunts at the feeling of his heavy balls smacking against your ass, his fat, leaky tip kissing against your cervix. God, if Satoru was any less of a man he thinks he could’ve cum just from the feeling of you trying to suck him up already. 

“Oh- oh my god-” you gasp when he presses down about halfway down your stomach, Pressing down for that bulge, hard. “You’re in s-so deep ngh- S’like you’re pushing into my ngh- lungs.”

Fuck, if you talked any more with that pretty mouth then Satoru was bound to pass out. Blindly, he’s feeling for your pouty mouth, kissing and nibbling at your wobbling lips like a subconscious apology. For what was to come, that is.

Because Satoru Gojo spares no apologies when he starts moving - finally. Finally fucking you the way he’s been dreaming of all throughout that droning meeting. 

And he says so - a little over fifteen times, in fact, while he splits you apart on his cock. 

“-n’ when I was negotiating those ngh- c-clan deals. N’ when I was at that meeting-” he gasps, shoving your legs so far apart it burned. “S’all I could hah- think of. Everything - don’t give a fuck if I got a contract wrong.”

Each word was punctuated by a rough, harsh ram of his cock, stretching out your gummy walls so far apart like he wanted to make his mark there. Pushing - even when he could feel his aching tip nudging at your cervix.

So merciless - violent even - with the way he’s slamming back into you. Molding your plushy walls to every ridge and curve of his massive cock. It was impossible to even form coherent sentences with his harsh pace. 

A large hand flattens beside your head as Satoru’s thrusts get deeper. More purposeful. You almost sob at the sheer pressure when he dances his fingers down to rub quick, methodical little circles on your clit. “Toru-” you moan, like a prayer. “M-more.”

But it wasn’t enough.

“More.” Satoru breathes, more to himself than anything. And shit at that very moment you almost understood why even the most hardened of clan leaders feared to even look at Gojo Satoru wrong. Because he was giving you a sopping, fucked-out smile, eyes widened, voice trembling, “You want more?”

And of course this was the strongest. Of course, he was ruthless. 

Of course, it takes him exactly two seconds to pull out of your heavenly cunt and flip you onto your stomach. One hand coming under you to angle your hips up until you were on all fours - like some ragdoll. The other feverish, distracting on your clit while he bullies his achingly hard cock past your sopping entrance once more. 

“Fuck!” your voice is hoarse when you scream. Teeth gritting because fuck the stretch was too sinful and Satoru’s hips were too harsh. Too hellbent on fucking into you like he’d lost control. “O-oh please, Toru-”

He doesn’t waste time easing you into it this time, picking up where he left off with that maddening cadence. And you were glad he had an arm on your hips because your knees were weakening with each thrust, slowly sliding down the floor before-

“Aw, my poor girl.” you hear Satoru coo from above you. Muscled chest rubbing up against your back, “S’alright. M’gonna take care of it. You jus’ hafta take it- jus’ take it like the good lil’ wife you are.” his body bows into yours, strands of white sticking to his forehead. “N’ I’ll take fuck fuck fuck- care of everything.” So sloppy with his rhythm, pushing you further and further up the floor with each movement - only to reel you right back so easily. “I’ll wash ‘em and hah- clothe ‘em n’ t-teach ‘em to take over this godforsaken society. To protect their momma.”

“T-Toru-” you squeal as he only gets more erratic. “I’m…”

“Hm?”

He didn’t even have to ask - he could feel the way you were squeezing so hard around him, like you were trying to suck the fucking soul out of him. The way the only thing you could get out was his name. 

His perfect wife. 

Sobbing out, “Close! So close. Wan’ cum- Ah! Please-”

He was losing his fucking mind. 

Biting down so hard at the crook of your neck to keep himself from cumming before you, he moans deliciously, “Then cum. Fucking cum. Please- wan’ you to cum on my cock.” Wrists aching with how desperate he was moving, “Cum- yeah yeah yeah fucking- cum- Cum for your husband.”

Oh, if heaven was real then whatever was left of that part of Satoru that could still form coherent thoughts knew that this was it. 

Watching you fall apart like such a slut all over his cock. Not even realizing it at first - just that your eyes are rolling to the back of your head, swollen lips falling slack, letting out such a pretty cry of his name that he can’t help but cum, too. 

You don’t know who’s more far gone - you, with your head spinning, a lewd little ah! ah! ah! leaving your mouth each time Satoru fucks you through your high. 

Or him, gushing out in thick, hot ropes of cum that overspill from your snug cunt. 

“So muchhh.” you whine, heavy head being held up by your husband. “S’too much.”

And he knew what you were talking about - because Satoru was cumming and cumming and cumming so hard it was like he couldn’t stop. Didn’t want to stop. Because he was mesmerized by that creamy trail of white drooling down your folds, forming an obscene ring at those tufts of white at his base. 

“Too much?” Satoru hisses. “Too much?”

You can only give a barely-lucid nod, whimpering when he doesn’t ease up. Not one bit, in fact, Satoru was only abandoning the hand playing with your ravaged clit to press down on your abdomen. Hard. 

“There we hah- go. Better now?” The hand supporting your head forced you to look down below, at the sticky mess of white covering your cunt. Slobbering all over Satoru’s cock - even down to his thighs. “Now we got fuck- more space.”

You don’t even realize you’re scrambling away until Satoru gasps, panicked, “No no no- we’re not done, pretty. Fuckkk we’re far from done.” Fingers tightening around your neck to pull you deeper down his cock, holding you in place. Just dragging you along his length. “Gotta make sure it takes. Why else d’you think no one in the Estate will be back until tomorrow?”

He doesn’t wait for a response - not that you could give one, anyway, with how you were being fucked dumb on his cock again. 

A strong, powerful leg hooks around yours, pushing you down with his body weight. “So that we ngh- h-have enough time to prepare for my heir.” Weeping head grazing all those sensitive spots so expertly. “T-to plan and and- ruin you and- fuck you feel so good. They’ll be the most powerful- hah- jus’ watch. Those fuckers better w-wait and see.”

So debauched and fucked-out that you don’t even know what he’s running his mouth about now, just heavy, urgent words slurred into your neck while he fucks you just as sloppily. 

“Don’t know?”

Fuck. You said it out loud again. 

And the embarrassing realization has your eyes screwing open, gazing tearily back at an amused Satoru. Well, as amused as he could be when he was just as wrecked as you. 

Kissing your sweaty forehead, hips reeling back all the way until your cunt was missing the stretch - bucking traitorously against the fat mushroom tip grazing your entrance. Making a mess of precum down below.

“S’alright, pretty.” he groans, sandwiching his cock between your puffy folds. “Because you just have to sit there n’ ngh- take- it.”

If you thought that Satoru was broken before then he was absolutely ruined now. 

Because there was no reason or rhythm to his actions now - just mindless, feral movements to milk his cock as much as he physically could on your pussy. Running only on pure need and the thought of you round and so full with his kid. 

“Ah!” you’re startled out of your reverie by something wet. Whirling sluggishly to catch the tears of overstimulation brimming at Satoru’s heavy eyes - shit, you wondered if he even knew what he was doing at this point. “T-Toru…you- ngh- o-okay?”

The only response you get is an unsteady nod. 

“-the best.” he whispers, twitching balls squeezing so painfully with each slap against your ass. Faster. Absolutely soaked with the sinful concoction of your juices and his cum. “We’ll be the best parents- ngh-” And fuck it was so much - too much. Too good. Painful pleasure.

Enough that all it takes is another, sloppy thrust before he’s seeing stars behind his eyes again. Cock twitching wildly inside your cunt as Satoru shoots load after load of cum to paint your pussy white. 

So warm with his cum - him - that Satoru’s body moves before his mind. Pooling the mess down below to nudge back into your cunt. “C’mon, pretty, c-can’t get ngh pregnant if ya don’t oh- cum.”

And it’s so embarrassing how that’’s all it takes for you to reach your high with a strained, barely audible moan. Voice shot, your own orgasm nothing but a few tingles that have your thighs fucking back into Satoru’s. 

“Satoru- Satoru Satoru Satoru.” you mewl, big fat tears streaming down your cheeks. Birds of a feather, they say. 

Hypnotized. Drunk off the feeling.

And, evidently, Satoru was, too. 

“Pretty…” his voice rings in your ear. Tinged with a tone you know didn’t bode well for you - or your poor, overfilled cunt. Bloated and dribbling already. “Are- sure- ngh-” 

And with a jolt, you realize he’s still moving. Still pushing and pulling in languid, slow strokes. Thighs shaking as the fatigue wears on him. 

If anyone saw Satoru like this, they’d have a heart attack. Flushed your favorite shade of pink, the lower half of his body well covered with a sheen of your obscenities. Eyes teary with sensitivity, cock still twitching and so angry as he clears his throat and tries again, “Are we- hah- sure it took?”

“Wh-what-” you gasp, breathing in big, deep inhales. “Yes- yes yes- oh my god it’won’t-”

“It will.” Satoru’s interruption almost comes out as a whine. And he’s more sluggish, dazed when he flips you over onto your back again - not too difficult, with the way you were practically splayed out already. “Th-this pussy is made to take it, right? T-to be bred by me?”

It’s almost like Satoru was begging for confirmation, plugging back in the excess of what was leaking out of your abused pussy. It was spreading in a lewd little pool now, seeping into the non-existent space between you two.

But oh how Satoru loved it. Couldn’t tear his eyes off of it, in fact as he noses at your neck. Barely even thrusting anymore, just raw grinds, “Right? Gotta make sure- ngh- heir. Oh-”

He’s darting his tongue out to lick at the beads of tears streaming down your cheek. The salty taste on his tongue having Satoru’s hips stuttering forwards. Again. And again - alternating, not on purpose - between hitting your cervix and that bruised g-spot. “Gonna give me an heir? Ohhh fuck fuck fuck- lemme breed this cunt?”

You’re using up every bit of energy left in your body to give that slow, shallow nod. Which is all the time it takes for the pool to spread even wider. For Satoru’s fingers to stumble their way back to play with your clit. 

Rolling his thumb over in a harsh, uncalculated pattern - if you could even call it that, just jerky, obscene movements to get you off. 

And it works. Hell, the two of you are barely in the state of mind to even feel it. But he’s finally cumming again, and so are you. 

“Ngh- Fuck-”

With a loud, pained cry Satoru tightens his grip on your body like a vice. Raw, sensitive, overusing his cock until it felt so empty. Until you felt so bloated it was like you could explode - or maybe that was your own orgasm. “Toru- c-cumming.”

You’re not sure, anymore. And you don’t know if either of you could bring yourselves to care at this moment, not when your eyelids grow heavy. Vision tinging with black in the corners, and the only thing you could see was your husbands face - sweaty, eyes almost closed, kiss-bitten lips moving in a soundless whisper.  “-the best- momma.”

A/N. CLAN LEADER GOJO SAVE MEE. Oh yeah the “can’t get pregnant without the momma cumming” bit was based on this old tale I’d heard where people used to gen believe that. 

Plagiarism not authorized.

you can be both an ethereal faerie dream girl and a horrid little dirt gremlin creature. the duality of woman

i hate when something happens and people start with the "dont trust ur idols" and "all idols are terrible people and u shouldnt think otherwise" ...... i think it’s normal to think ur favourite idols are good people and we shouldn’t be blaming fans who are shocked and upset by the news. ofc they can get fucked if they’re defending him but tweets like "all idols are secretly awful" are not helping anyone. i think it’s good to believe people u meet / know / look up to are good people unless ur proven otherwise

FIRST TIME FOR EVERYTHING

pairing: bad boy!jeonghan x good girl!reader genre: mdni, smut warnings: mentions of weed, he’s not very vocal tbh, drug use, grinding, kissing, squirting, inexperienced reader, experienced jeonghan, one mention of subspace, reader mistakes having to pee, mentions of reader having a seventeen ring that they all have iykyk. word count: 1.7k side note: reader is close childhood friends with ALL of seventeen and i will be writing other members with this particular oc as well. so much lore pls feel free to ask questions !! planning on making this a series :)

In light of Jeonghan enlisting today, I hope you enjoy :)

Shallow breaths escape from the parting of your mouth as your eyes rolled far into the back of your head. The pleasure was beginning to feel a little too overwhelming and holding in your moans were getting more and more difficult by the moment.

You moved your hips in a gentle motion, allowing Jeonghan to place his hands on your waist to assist with guiding you. His lips remained glued to the side of your neck as he trailed soft wet kisses down to your shoulders. You could feel his smirk against your skin at each shudder that escaped your body from the feeling.

You were clad in nothing, but an oversized t-shirt (most likely from the depths of Mingyu’s closet) and a pink frilly pair of cotton panties. You had little to no time after you got out of the shower as you remembered the cookies you had placed in the oven before. Racing down the stairs so quickly you almost tripped, you couldn’t have cared less about putting on pants as the thought of your precious sugar cookies burning were seemingly more important to you.

That was it. That was your only motive. The cookies.

Running into Jeonghan wasn’t planned, sitting down next to him and begging him to try the fresh baked cookies (that thank fuck, weren’t burned) wasn’t planned, and finding yourself positioned on his lap while you desperately grinded down on him certainly wasn’t planned nor expected either.

A small whine left your mouth when Jeonghan bucked his hips, his covered cock coming straight into perfect contact with your panty covered cunt.

Never have you ever been so grateful to skip wearing an article of clothing, let alone an important one. Despite the fabric separating the two of you being thin, you wanted more and you would have surely lost control by now if you had an extra layer of clothing between y’all.

You were so greedy for a virgin and Jeonghan adored that. The precious innocent good girl around town seeing stars and he hasn’t even properly touched you yet. Life couldn’t get any better for him. 

Truth be told, you had no clue what you were doing. You had no clue why you were feeling the way you were and you had no clue what the feeling was that was beginning to form in the pit of your stomach. All you knew was that it felt so incredibly good — perhaps too good.

Jeonghan let one of his hands continue to guide your hips as his other snaked up up to grab your face and pull you in for a heated kiss. He groaned so softly into your mouth that you almost couldn’t hear it. For someone with little to no experience, you surely knew how to use your tongue and to say it caught the boy off guard would be an understatement. He was quick to contain his shock, taking control of the situation as he gained the upper hand as expected. 

He didn’t know what it was that was so addicting — the fact that he was currently one of the only people to have you completely at their disposal, or the fact that you worked your tongue so gentle and smoothly against his rough movements.

Whatever it was, it had him wanting more.

Now, Yoon Jeonghan was certainly no beggar. If anything, girls were always on their knees for him — always at his every beck and call, doing absolutely anything he asked for to be granted with him rearranging their guts in return. He was a god in bed and he used it to his full advantage. However, as much as he basked in the thought of the begging, and the desperation, and the tears — he could never do that to you. No, you were his angel, one that was far too sweet and naive for your own good. 

“F-feels good Hannie.” You whined, audibly voicing your pleasure to him. Your eyes were dazed, pupils blown out as you gleamed up at the boy innocently. 

Jeonghan’s gaze wandered your face, taking in your state before his eyes traveled further down to where your covered cunt met his hard cock. He had half the right mind to pull those cute panties of yours to the side and have you all bare and on display for him, but instead he allowed you to continue your slow movements as he took matters into his own hands and began to speed up his own actions.

Your mouth fell open, jaw going completely slack as your mind turned into a jumbled mess. Words tried to escape your mouth, however they just came out as gibberish as you struggled to form a proper thought. “Hannie, please.” You whined, not exactly knowing what you were begging for. You grinded down on him harder, your pussy getting wetter each time you could feel his tip against your clit.

You leant forward, your head beginning to feel heavy, however the older boy reached out his hand to support it. “Easy there Y/n.” He said, causing you to let out a whine as his silky smooth voice reached your ears for the first time since you found yourself in this predicament. Jeonghan wasn’t a man of many words, so as soon as he spoke the words, it seemed to travel straight to your core.

Your whines soon turned into moans, sounding like music to his ears as your grip around his bicep tightened. You felt a fire igniting inside of you, begging for more gasoline to make it bigger. 

You didn’t know what was happening, but my god did you want it to never stop. Surely, if you could feel one thing for the rest of your life, it would be this. 

You started to get restless, attempting to get out of his grip as it became all too much and you struggled to get ahold of yourself. You looked into his eyes when he refused to let you out of his grasp, whimpering as it became harder and harder to hold back with his every move against you. “Let go Hannie.” You said, swatting at his hands. He looked at you, raising an eyebrow as he halted his movement. “Have to…” You started, but soon trailed off as you shrunk into yourself in embarrassment at the words that were about to leave your mouth.

“I can’t read your mind baby.” He said, as he adjusted his hips, accidentally grinding against you. Throwing your head back, you let out a mewl finally finding the courage to say what you were trying to before. “Have to pee.” You whimpered quietly.

Jeonghan almost laughed in your face. You had to pee. Deciding it would waste time to try and explain the concept of squirting to you, he shook his head, a small smile on his face as he took your face in both hands. Peering deep into your eyes, he began to move once again, starting off slowly before picking up the pace. You opened your mouth to protest, but within seconds the feeling completely overwhelmed you, eyes rolling into the back of your head as your ears rang in pleasure. You felt a sudden warmth spreading throughout your body, starting from your head and moving all the way down to the tip of your toes. Not being able to hold it in anymore as your body buzzed from the new sensation, you lost all control of your muscles and a wetness could soon be felt as it could also be visible soaking Jeonghan’s grey sweatpants. 

“That’s it, just let it all out.” He encouraged and you couldn’t seem to grasp why, however you also didn’t seem to care as the feeling of squirting just made your experience ten times better than it was originally going to be.

“You’re fine pretty girl, it just feels too good doesn’t it?” He asked, to which you just couldn’t do anything but nod your head up and down.

Jeonghan has been in this particular position before about a million of times with plenty of different girls. None of them however, could ever come close to you. If it was anyone else, he would have humiliated them — calling them pathetic and spitting out every word of degradation that crosses his mind just because they came untouched. 

But you — you were different. If there was anything that the ring on your pinky finger indicated, it was that you were in it with their clique for life. 

The boy continued with his movement underneath your hips, determined to let you run through the entirety of your orgasm instead of caring about his own. Your head rested on his shoulder as you shuddered, tears threatening your vision as the feeling washed through your body and tired you out. It felt so good you didn’t want it to ever stop, but all good things must come to an end and this one in particular left you utterly exhausted. 

Jeonghan snaked a hand underneath your shirt, rubbing your back to bring you down and back to earth. Sighing, your head lolled from side to side as you were left teetering on the edge of subspace from experiencing something so intense for the first time in your life. 

Figuring that you needed the rest at the current moment, Jeonghan decided that he could get you all cleaned up and changed later, but for now he instead laid you down on the couch. Covering you up with a blanket, the boy let your legs rest on his lap as he sat down and lent back into the cushions. He knew that he himself should get changed as well, however he grabbed the blunt he had previously been rolling before and lit it up, taking a long drag from it. Looking at you, sleepy and beginning to doze off into a slumber, Jeonghan took another puff before letting out a chuckle.

“Baby’s first orgasm.” He said nonchalantly.

The words seemed to reach your ears, but you didn’t pay them any attention as you finally let your eyes close and the sleep overtake you.