FINALLY MORE SHIU All Jokes Aside, This Was Genuinely So Cute And Heartwarming To Read

FINALLY MORE SHIU😭 all jokes aside, this was genuinely so cute and heartwarming to read ♡♡

Princess Treatment - Shiu Kong

Your partner helps you relax after a long day of work. ♥ Ft. fem!Reader, switch!Shiu, massage, sex in a bubble bath, drinking, dirty talk. // wc: 5.2k // [ao3] [masterlist]

“I’m home, princess,” Shiu called. He shrugged off his jacket and loosened his tie as he let himself in, looking for you. “You still awake?” It was already dark out, work having kept him out late like it often did. He’d missed you, but wasn’t about to wake you up if you’d drifted off without him.

“I’m in here,” you called back distractedly. Papers littered your desk and spilled into your lap, most of them already covered in scrawls of red ink. Your editing work tended to ebb and flow, but you were very much caught up in a flow. Shiu followed the sound of your voice and leaned against the doorframe of your office, smirking a little at your frazzled state. 

“Babydoll, you ever heard of work-life balance?” He folded his arms with a pointed glance at his watch. 

“Look who’s talking,” you grumbled. “You were supposed to be home hours ago.” His face softened as he crossed the room to you and draped his arms over your shoulders. 

“I know, you’re right. Pot, kettle, huh?” He rested his chin on your head and slid his hands down your sides, squeezing softly. “I missed you too.” You rolled your eyes, but let the quip pass. 

“Mhm.” You caught his wandering hands in your own and placed a soft kiss on his knuckles. His scent wrapped around you, taking you out of your work-induced haze. Shiu smelled like cheap cologne, expensive cigarettes, the leather of his car. He smelled like home. “I haven’t had time to make anything for dinner,” you murmured, lips still ghosting over his fingers as you apologized. 

“Don’t be ridiculous, I know you were working too.” He extricated one hand to pull up a delivery app on his phone. “What can I getcha?” He named a few of your favorite restaurants as he scrolled down the list, nodding like he’d guessed it already when you settled on a curry rice place. “Okay. Your usual, coming up.” He didn’t even need to ask, had memorized your go-to orders a long time ago. 

When the order went through, he set his phone down with a dramatic gesture. “No more work, okay? For either of us.” He gently coaxed you out of your desk chair into his arms. “Now. How can I relax my princess?” One hand splayed across the small of your back while the other rubbed soothing circles against your hip. You sighed and slumped into his embrace, more than willing to let him pamper you.

He smirked, loving the effect that a simple touch had on you. “How about a massage?” He leaned in to whisper against your ear. “I know you love my hands on you…” 

“That would be amazing.” 

“Say no more.” He scooped you easily into his arms and cradled you against his chest as he headed for your shared bedroom. You just had time to question the smirk on his face before he dropped you on to the bed, knocking the air from your lungs. He climbed up after you and settled his elbows on either side of your head, smiling down sweetly enough that you couldn’t stay mad. He nudged you to roll over, then straddled your hips and got to work kneading the knots in your neck. 

You hummed appreciatively, already melting as his strength was put to perfect use. He used just enough pressure as his skilled fingers massaged the places where you held all the tension of the long day. His hands were warm and rough, slipped under your collar like a secret. “My poor baby, you’re so stiff,” he chided softly, “need to take better care of yourself.” 

Limp and languid under the pleasurable ache of his attention, you couldn’t argue. He slid one hand up to massage the base of your scalp, sending tingles down your spine. His other hand patiently loosened your clenched jaw. “That’s it, love.” He praised you as you relaxed underneath him. Satisfied with your upper body, he shifted lower, the weight of him warm and solid against your thighs as he traced down your spine.

You felt like you were being deliciously uncoiled, your lover’s hands soothing every knot and ache. “Mmm, Shiu, you’re so good at this,” you moaned, muffled into a pillow as he leaned down to kiss your neck.

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” he grinned, at your lower back now. His fingers fanned over your pelvis, only stilling when you let out a hiss of pain and pleasure. “Want me to be more gentle?” 

“No, this is perfect.” He nodded and continued more carefully, patient and focused on your body. You were very nearly asleep by the time he was satisfied, woken by a soft squeeze of your cheeks.

“Can’t fall asleep without dinner.” You blinked up at him.

“Is it here yet?” He checked his phone and shook his head, laughing at your tired pout. 

“I have an idea of how we can pass the time. You didn’t think I was done treating my girl yet, did you?” He swung himself off the bed and held out a hand. “Why don’t I run you a bath. Plenty of bubbles, maybe a little wine…”

“Will you join me?” The man laughed out loud, his eyes crinkling. 

“Princess, if I ever say no to that you can divorce me on the spot.” You couldn’t help joining in with his laughter.

“We’re not even married.”

“Damn, I haven’t asked you yet? Gotta get on that,” he teased as you followed him to the bathroom. 

Shiu’s place was luxurious in every way- that is, in his way, understated in places like the high-tech kitchen and ostentatious in a place like this- his dark wooden bathroom with a tub that you could swim laps in. It had ostentatious gold feet, flanked by the fluffiest towels you’d ever felt and a bamboo tray of what you were sure were stupidly fancy soaps and oils. One of the many unexpected perks of getting involved with someone in Shiu’s…particular line of work.

He deposited you on the cool marble countertop as he ran the bath and poured in something that filled the room with a sweet, heady steam. He lit a series of tall taper candles that cast a golden, flickering light on the walls. As the water rose, he returned to you and slid his hands underneath your shirt. You leaned back to let him in and shrugged off the top, obediently lifted your hips as he tugged off your sweats and left them both in a heap on the floor. 

No matter the circumstance, Shiu looked at you like you were a goddess. And here, now, shrouded in steam and perched like a sculpture on his counter- his heart skipped a beat and came back racing. He couldn’t help but bend to latch his lips to your neck, sucking softly enough to make you squirm without bruising. As much as he liked to remind you who you belonged to, he rarely left marks on your smooth skin, couldn’t justify marring something so sublime just for his own urges. 

He was making his way down to your breasts when you tugged at his hair, pointed back to the nearly-overflowing tub. He scowled and debated letting it run over before untangling from you with a sigh. “Got a little carried away, can you blame me?” His gaze ran hungrily over your form again as you made your way to the tub and eased into the hot water with a moan.

Shiu was right behind you, breathing a little harder at the sound you made. “You can’t make those sounds,” he pleaded as he stripped off his own clothes. You loved watching him undress, the slow reveal of the hard planes of his chest and his corded arms as he unbuttoned. You whistled as his slacks pooled at his ankles, and he blushed and looked away. The man who bullied assassins for a living was flustered by your desire.

You made room for him as he stepped in beside you, echoing your sigh as the warm water soothed his own aching muscles. Though there was plenty of room for the both of you, he pulled you into his lap. Fragrant bubbles reached all the way to your chin.

“Thank you, baby,” you said happily. “This is exactly what I needed.” He wrapped his arms around your waist in reply, letting you feel every ridge of muscle and valley of softness in his body. The vulnerability he offered you was something very few people got to see, and you never took it for granted.

He reached over to turn off the tap then held you tighter as the steaming water lapped against your chest. He pressed his lips to your shoulder and promised against your skin, “I’ll always give you what you need. Always.”

“You never let me doubt it,” you murmured back, letting your head fall against his shoulder. A wave of affection hit Shiu. He loved how much you trusted him, how you never doubted his devotion. That didn’t mean he’d ever stop proving it to you, though. He turned his head to kiss your temple, long fingers tracing lazy patterns against your skin. 

You kissed him back on every inch of skin you could reach, his jaw, his cheek, his lips. Shiu tightened his arms around your waist as he returned the kiss fervently. You covered his eager hands with your own, guiding them across your curves with gentle insistence. His breath hitched, his voice a low, soothing murmur as it followed his lips down your neck. “Just relax, princess. Lean back and let me worship you like you deserve.” 

You felt him grin against your skin and melted further, flushed and loose-limbed in the warm water. “You treat me too well, Shiu.”

“No such thing when it comes to you,” he muttered back, intent on lavishing every inch of your skin with ardent kisses. He could still feel tension in your shoulders, and wanted to do all he could to ease it. He began to massage you again, harder now, confident that he could balance any temporary discomfort with his mouth. His broad hands slid along your spine, lowered to your thighs. 

His body was pressed firmly against yours, his growing arousal evident against your back. But he made no move to escalate things further yet. Shiu was focused solely on soothing you. His hands sprawled over the fat of your thighs, squeezing deliciously. A moan slipped past your lips before you could stop it, and you felt his cock twitch against your ass. 

“I love hearing the sounds you make when I treat you right,” he chuckled roughly into your hair. He dragged you back against his lap, fighting the urge to roll his hips up into yours. “You’re so perfect, so beautiful, all mine…” 

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” you said dreamily.

Shiu laughed, shook his head in affectionate disbelief. “You didn’t have to do anything.” His lips were at your ear. “You just had to exist,” he kissed the corner of your mouth. “Just as you are. To deserve all my love.” 

You shifted to face him, starry-eyed. “I love you so damn much.”

His face crinkled in a genuine smile as he lifted a hand to gently cup your cheek. His thumb traced your contour of your cheekbone reverently. “And I love you just as damn much.” His lips captured yours in a tender kiss, all his emotion poured into the way his mouth fit against yours. He felt you smile against his lips, dizzy with affection or maybe the clouds of steam that haloed you both. He was drunk on the way you reciprocated every gesture, returned his love so wholeheartedly. He kissed you deeper, his tongue sliding into your mouth in a slow, sensual dance. He dragged his hand from your cheek to the back of your neck, needing you closer. 

“Shiu…” you murmured, eyes shut and lips parted underneath him.

“Yeah, angel?” His body thrummed with desire, his restraint fraying at the heat of your body against his. “You want something, baby?” He pressed his lips to your pulse point, felt the rapid thrum of your heartbeat against his mouth. “Whatever you want, it’s yours.”

You moan at the soft intensity of his words. “I want you to feel loved, Shiu. Want you to know how bad I need you, want you to feel as safe as you make me feel…”

He pressed his forehead to yours with a ragged sigh. “You have no idea how much I want you. How badly I need you. You- you make me feel things I didn’t even know were possible before I met you.” He pulled back to look into your eyes. “You make me feel loved, desired, safe…all at once. You make me feel invincible. Whole.”

You pressed him back against the wall of the tub, both hands on his cheeks as you kissed him fiercely. You swirled your tongue into his mouth and he met you eagerly, trembled  in your grasp. His hands danced over your skin, more possessive than he had allowed himself to be all night.

“God, you drive me insane,” he mumbled into your mouth, voice hoarse with desire. You could feel the insistent press of his stiff cock against your stomach now, impossible to ignore as you straddled his thick thighs. He rocked his hips against you once, twice, aching for friction in the wet slick of the bathwater. “Want to make you feel good, feel everything I feel for you…”

“You make me feel incredible. Always do. Always know just what I need.” 

He grinned at that, peppered kisses down your shoulder. “And I always will. I’m gonna spend the rest of my life making you feel like this. Like you’re the most precious, desired woman in the world.” Shiu was desperate for more of your taste, your touch, all of you. “Just tell me what you need, what you want,” he begged.

You smiled back breathlessly, happy and wildly turned on in the way he always managed to make you. But you wanted to work him up even more. You leaned in close, whispered into his ear. “I want…” you traced his inner thigh with your fingertips, sending sparks down his spine, “a drink.” 

He groaned as you sat back with a smirk, his heart racing. “Some wine, huh?” His voice was strained, but he tried to keep it smooth. “That can be arranged.” His pupils were blown wide with want as his eyes raked your figure hungrily. 

You nod, giddy as you tease him. “You did promise me wine and a bath, lover.” 

He laughed softly, a mix of amusement and desire. “That I did, sweet thing.” His grip tightened on your hips. “And I always keep my promises to you. Though I wouldn’t mind watching you get the drinks yourself…you’re quite the sight right now.” He let his gaze linger pointedly at the swell of your breasts just above the waterline. “Been missing my favorite view.” 

“Oh yeah?” You leaned forward as if to kiss him again, but ducked to lick a long stripe up his neck before quickly getting out of the bath. He gasped, the unexpected sensation sending a jolt of pleasure straight down his spine. He watched as you stood up, drinking in your body with unabashed lust. 

“You’re a tease, you know that? But I love it. I love how confident and sexy you are, princess. And I can’t wait to get my hands on you…among other things.” You giggled and slowly twirled for him. His heart raced as you showed off for him.

You reached for a towel and wrapped it low on your waist. “Try not to miss me too much while I get our drinks, okay?”

“Hurry back, baby, or I’ll have to come and find you,” he warned, voice thick with desire. 

You blew him a kiss and swayed your hips as you walked out of the bathroom. You made your way to the kitchen and poured a glass of wine for yourself, then mixed an Old Fashioned for Shiu. His eyes lit up as you came back, barely able to look away from your tits to see the drinks in your hand. 

“Aww, look at you, all domestic,” he teased with a smirk. Shiu emerged from the water like a Greek God, dark hair plastered to his forehead in curls, rivulets of water running down the lean muscles of his chest, his stomach, his thighs… your mouth went dry, and you took a long sip of the rich wine. He knew he looked good, winked at you as he stepped out and slung a towel around his waist. “Gimme that Old Fashioned, baby.”

“Is that what they’re calling it now?” You teased, and he rolled his eyes as you handed it over.

“Thank you, angel.” He closed his eyes as he tasted the cocktail, relishing the familiar burn of the whiskey. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you closer. “Cheers.”

You clinked your glass against his and echoed the toast. He savored another sip before setting the drink down on the edge of the tub. He gently brushed a strand of hair away from your face, his gaze soft and affectionate. As sweet as it was, you were impatient, pulled him closer until you were crowded back against the marble counter and flush against the heat of him. 

He dipped his head to your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive flesh as you trembled beneath him. One warm hand slid under the edge of your towel, his touch burning a path along your thigh. You clung to him, tilted your head to give him better access, fought to get the words out between gasps. “The bath is gonna go cold…” 

Shiu sighed and paused his assault on your neck, breath hot and ragged. “You’re right, but I’ll be damned if I don’t want to let you go right now.” 

“Who said you had to let go?”

“You’re a damn temptress, you know that?” He picked you up in a swift, fluid motion, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. With a few long strides he carried you back to the tub and lowered you both into the water with a splash. You laughed as you fell, clinging to his neck. The sound of it only filled him with more want, more desire- he pulled you against him with a swirl of still-steaming water, the bubbles long since dissolved into sweet foam. His hands roamed over your wet skin, claiming every inch for his own. 

“Mmm, you taste like whiskey,” you said against his lips. “Have some wine.” You slipped your tongue into his mouth, the taste of both drinks mingling as you devoured him. The room seemed to shrink as Shiu shuddered in your embrace, the world narrowing to your shadows in the candlelight, the heady movement of your lips against each other, his hands in your hair.

“You’re so sweet. Taste so damn good,” he rasped. He dropped his hand between your thighs, his touch rougher now, needy. “I can’t get enough of you.”

“You have all of me,” you whispered, sliding your hands across his back. You arched your hips up into his grasp, couldn’t help smirking when his body followed your lead instantly. You could feel the insistent twitch of his cock beneath you and wiggled your hips back just enough to make him swear under his breath. He tightened his grip on your waist, lifted you to straddle his lap. 

He swallowed your moans, shot through with desire. “Wanna take care of you, show you how much I adore you,” he dragged his lips across your collarbone, lower, nipped at your soapy tits. You knew he wouldn’t go further unless you asked, and god did you want him to go further. 

“Need you, need to feel you inside me,” you panted, arms thrown limply over his broad shoulders. His breath caught on the needy words, and he almost broke then and there.

“Yeah, you want me to fuck you, princess?” The words burned hot against your chest.

“Don’t wanna be able to walk after. Gonna need you to carry me everywhere,” you pleaded with a breathless laugh.

He knew you were mostly joking, but the idea still sent a possessive thrill through Shiu. “That so?” He held you down harder, so there was no mistaking the throb of his cock between your legs. “You want me to wreck you?”

“Ohhh, yes…” He rocked his hips up against you again, his swollen head at your core, teasing and tantalizing. He lifted you by the thighs, holding you open in the swirling water. 

“You ready for me?” 

“Please, baby…”

Shiu’s breath caught at the need in your voice. “Begging already? You know what that does to me.” His voice was raw. He braced one hand against the edge of the tub, the other holding your hips in place, thighs spread open. You dug your nails into his shoulders, your cunt already slick and clenching in anticipation. 

He moaned at the feeling of you, somehow wetter even than the water surrounding your bodies. You were radiating heat. “You want me that badly, princess?”

“Don’t be mean Shiu,” you whined, desperate, tired of the teasing though you had been the one to start it.

He couldn’t deny you what you wanted, not when you begged so prettily. “Yeah baby, I hear you,” he growled. “I’ll give you what you need.” With one swift motion, he pulled you down on his cock and bucked his hips up, a cry spilling from his lips at the sudden relief. The familiar stretch was delicious, the first few inches of his considerable length driving the last remnants of the day’s stress from your mind. He felt the shift in you, the way your eyes rolled back as he pushed past the first tight ring of muscle, and grinned fiercely. 

“Love fucking you dumb, angel,” he groaned, pulling back just enough to leave you gasping with the loss before slamming back up, filling you to the hilt. Or what you thought was the hilt- you were already grinding down against his pelvis when he rocked up harder, forcing himself in further from the new angle. It knocked the air from your lungs and you crumpled into him, moaning even louder. 

“Shh, I’ve got you,” he soothed, the gentle words a contrast to the insistent throb of his cock deep in your womb. He held you in place, not letting you move just yet, the need to take this slowly at war with the urge to claim you ruthlessly. You whined, tried to bounce against him, but he held you firm. “Just give me a moment,” he rasped, “don’t want to hurt you…”

You sighed and held tighter to him as you waited, until the burn had softened to a dull warmth. He noticed your softening, pulled your arms tighter around his chest. “Gonna start moving again,” he warned, ghosting his lips over the base of your neck like an apology for the harsh strokes he began to subject you to. 

His head fell back as he lost himself, enveloped in the tight, slick heat of you- the closest thing to the divine he’d ever felt. “God, you feel incredible,” he breathed, awed and needy and aching with every drag against your clinging walls. He was slow, controlled, deliberate, made you feel every pulse of his veins as you sucked him in. 

The water swirled around you as he lifted and dropped you on his cock, sheathing himself deeper and deeper each time. Fucked dumb, you raked your nails down his back. Shiu’s hips stuttered, rhythm lost as he shuddered under you. 

“Yeah, princess, scratch me up,” he groaned, “wanna feel you everywhere.”

You gripped him harder, left crescent-moon evidence behind of your manicured nails on his skin. He chuckled and palmed your ass under the water. “Want more, baby?”

“Anything you want,” you huffed. “I can take it.” You emphasized the point with a tug at his hair, fingers tangled in the close-cropped strands. He let his head fall back in your grip, still laughing, the rumble in his chest going straight to your needy hole. 

He loved this side of you, felt the want lick through him like fire at the sharp little tug of your hand in his hair. He sped up, caught his bottom lip between his teeth as he bucked into you harder, eyes locked on the way your flesh rippled at the force.

The heat in his eyes made you feral, made you beg shamelessly into his neck, made you reach a desperate hand to your throbbing clit. He shifted slightly to give you more access, sought out the places inside you that he knew would drive you crazy. “Want it rough, baby? Such a good girl, taking everything I give you.”

“God, yes, please, Shiu, fuck me,” you mewled into his mouth, eyes squeezed shut as you rubbed frantic circles on your twitching clit. 

“That’s what I wanna hear, angel. Gonna make you forget your own name.” His breath heaved, body drawn taut as a bowstring as he worked you over. His muscles would burn later, make him stiff in the morning, but he didn’t care. Nothing mattered but the way you felt around him. His fingers were locked on the soft fat of your hips, sure to bruise in the shape of his powerful grip. 

His confident voice was strangled now, his control slipping further as you clung to him and moaned. “Can’t get enough of the sounds you make, can’t get enough of your body, so perfect for me…” He suddenly flipped to press you against the side of the bathtub, held down and fucked breathless as he chased your contact, your friction. He angled his hips to slam into the spot that had you seeing stars, groaned at the way your cunt spasmed around him.

“Fuuckk Shiu, you’re so deep.” You curled your fingers around the edge of the tub, hung on for dear life as water slopped onto the spotless floor. 

“That’s the spot, huh baby? Feel your pretty pussy milking me, fuck.”

“Yes, yes, I’m all yours, baby, you own me,” you babbled. You rolled your hips back to meet each thrust, slick skin sticking deliciously to his torso as he rutted up into you. 

His precision gave way to urgency as you whispered filthy words into his ear, sweat and suds stuck to your cheeks, the curls of soft hair on his heaving chest. “You feel so goddamn good, like you were made for me, princess.”

“I was, was made for you, I’m your cocksleeve,” you murmured, the words spilling out without thought as you were lost in pleasure. 

His answer was a strangled laugh, a deep blush spilled across his cheeks. “You’re gonna kill me, talking like that,” he shivered, hips sloppy and reckless against you as he bullied his cock deeper. “Don’t fucking stop.”

How could you deny him? “I’m your good girl, your slut, your pretty little toy- mmmmphh…!” He cut you off with a fierce kiss, swallowed the rest of your filthy words. He squished your cheeks in one hand, held you tight against him as he devoured you, so deep that you felt him in your stomach. You couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, just needed more and more of this, falling up into your peak. 

He was right beside you, helplessly confessed it against your ear, “I can’t hold on much longer, angel, I’m so close, please…”

You eagerly took the power he offered up, tilted your head in a teasing little gesture like he didn’t just have your eyes rolling back. “Please what?”

He bit his lip, hung his head against your neck as he caught his breath. “Please, keep talking to me like that, please.”

“You like when your pretty baby talks dirty?” He shuddered, nodded, hid his face in your neck. Your own orgasm was imminent, coiled behind your navel and sparking down your spine. You couldn’t be mean to him, not when he’d been so sweet all night. You cupped the back of his head, held him even closer. “Mmm you’re so fucking deep, make me feel so good…want you to fill me up, make me yours...”

He whimpered something affirmative that slipped down your collarbone, settled between your legs. You pressed back against him, rode him harder, met every stuttered thrust with your own grinding arch.

You read each other instinctively, with the blind trust that had been part of your relationship since the beginning. Your bodies fit together perfectly, like they’d never meant to be apart. Shiu’s heart beat wildly at your back, matching the frantic fluttered pulse in your clit as you stroked yourself to your peak. Sharp teeth closed on your shoulder as you came, as the feeling of you clamped around his weeping cock undid him. 

“Come for me, angel,” you ordered through gritted teeth, and he obeyed, surged forward to cover your mouth with his, caught your silent scream between his teeth as he came hard, hot pulses of thick white cream filling the deepest parts of you. 

His body trembled, slumped against you. Shaky hands pulled you flush to his sweaty chest as he fought to catch his breath, your own body limp and spent. “You’re incredible,” he murmured, swollen lips caressing your jaw, your neck, your chest. “So goddamn perfect, I’m all yours…no one else could ever do this to me.”

You closed your eyes, leaned back to urge him lower, sleepy and beyond satisfied as the bath water slowly cooled. He slipped out of you with muffled apologies, brought soothing fingers to cup your well-used pussy. “We’re made for each other,” you sighed dreamily, reached for the glass of wine you’d left behind, passed Shiu his cocktail. 

“Damn right we are, princess. Couldn’t imagine my life with you.”

You grinned, clinked your glass against his. “Cheers to that, my love.”

“Cheers indeed.” He sipped the whiskey, savored the burn, eclipsed by the fire still smoldering through his limbs. “To us, to our life together.”

Across the room, still bathed in golden light from the melting candles, his phone pinged with your food delivery, but neither of you were in a hurry to disentangle from each other. You couldn’t remember that you’d ever been stressed at all. 

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if you made it this far I love you, have a forehead kiss! This ended up being SO much longer than I planned!! Happy Kinktober Shiu Nation <3

assorted nsfw headcannons

ʚ incl: gojo, geto, nanami, toji, choso, shiu, sukuna

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

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Gojo: • Super cocky and confident when he's the one fucking, but if you go anywhere near his ass he's a goner

• Shameless with his pleasure and yours, he doesn't hold back his sounds and will grab your jaw and pull it open to hear you if you try to hold your own back

• He is insanely good with his fingers, and he always makes you cum around them before he fucks you

• Pushes down on your lower stomach when he thrusts inside you for the first time to make it feel even more intense

• Laughs breathlessly during sex when his cock makes you go dumb Always pushes his blindfold over his eyes so he can see better when you suck him off

• Successfully sucked his own dick once, came all over his face before he pulled off too late and never did it again

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Geto: • Has the world's most sensitive balls, has to stop himself from coming whenever you play with them

• Loves thrusting into you while you are on top, something about seeing your body bounce for him while you ride him to get yourself off is so hot

• Loves finger sucking especially when you get too loud, it doesn't do too much to shut you up especially when he has you in a mean arch and he's hitting it from the back but he loves the feeling of your tongue around his fingers, it makes his cock jerk inside you

• Fantasizes about fucking you in front of his cult, but he would never do it

• Chronic pillow humper

• Strictly jerks off with your panties or not at all, there’s just something about seeing your underwear covered in his cum that makes him hard instantly, ready to go again

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Nanami: • Loves hand-holding during sex, being inside you isn't close enough he needs his body to be crushing you while he intertwines every bit of his body possible with yours

• EYE CONTACT is a must, especially when he goes down on you, if you close your eyes after he warns you to keep them open he'll slap your pussy to get your attention back on him, not too hard but enough that it makes you clench your thighs around him

• Has a thing for heels, anytime you bring home a new pair you break them in by rubbing him through his pants while he sits back on his heels and caresses your calf

• Has little experience but reads erotica and romance books often which taught him a lot

• Prefers giving over receiving, but he can be pretty rough when you suck him off. It always starts gently while he lets you explore him, but he always ends up wrapping his hand around your hair and setting the pace for you as he gets closer to finishing

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Toji: • Is a meanie in bed

• Prone bone is his go-to position because it got him the biggest tips when he was fucking women for money.

• His fingers will never leave your clit, he tries to bring you the most intense pleasure he can, constantly, and god forbid you start whining about how it's too much after you came, he'll tease you while staring at your face as he picks up the pace of his fingers.

• Loves really messy head, that goes for giving and receiving, if his and your thighs aren't covered in spit and cum and your faces are flushed red from lack of oxygen, something is wrong.

• A chronic head pusher

• Plays with your ass when he fucks you from the back, he's dirty and shameless and doesn't care about your reservations, he just wants to see you debauched and filthy

• Also ass eater of the century, spits on that shit and eats it like he's been starving for months, shakes his head back and forth to get as deep as he can, groans while he east you

• Full body collapses on you after he cums

• Has suuuuper sensitive nipples and can come from them alone but he refuses to let you anywhere near them

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Choso: • Loves watching your face when he's touching you, your pleasured expression alone is enough to get him to the verge of coming.

• Loves kissing, he wants to be as close to you as possible. When he finds out what a breeding kink is you better pray your stamina can keep up with him because he will not be satisfied until his balls are drained inside you, even if he can't get you pregnant, the idea alone is enough to make him lose his head

• Really loves titty fucking you, even if you don't have big equipment he will push your chest together as much as it will go and fuck what he can

• Also loves rubbing his precum all over your nipples, thinks they feel really soft on his cockhead and likes how small they are

• Stays inside you after he finishes for as long as he can till you push him off so you can pee, even after he goes soft he just loves the feeling of being inside you

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Shiu: • Filthy fucker

• Is down to try most anything once and likes most of it

• Phone sex expert, in another life he was a phone sex operator

• His dirty talk is unmatched, once he figured out how much you like it he became your own personal asmr-ist in bed with a shameless, filthy mouth.

• Played with your pussy in a crowded train once and has dreams about it frequently

• Loves road head, he has very tinted windows so no one will know what you're doing to him as you suck the soul out of his cock

• Mesmerized with finger fucking his cum back into you, loves watching it fall out only for him to shove it back inside you and overstimulate you in the process

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Sukuna: • The first time the two of you had sex you couldn't take him fully so he used your thighs. He got frustrated every time your legs would go slack as you got closer to finishing so he flipped you on your stomach and forced your thighs together with his hands.

• ONLY comes inside you, he thinks it's a waste otherwise and finds it disrespectful that you wouldn't want to take what he gives you. He was super bad at kissing at first but that didn't stop him from trying to absolutely crush you with his jaw.

• Loves when he forces you to submit after you are even the tiniest bit disrespectful to him.

• He doesn't stop until you are on the verge of passing out and can only feel him inside you.

• Uses his bigger body and four arms to render you a limp fuck doll often, will manhandle you however he wants and you have little say in it

•His tummy mouth licks your clit when he fucks you

• Likes to keep his hand on your neck during sex so you never forget who’s in charge, he likes the thrill and dominance of having your life in his hands

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So excited!! ♡

Hey there! 🦊 It's Kat here... Hope everybody is doing great! Just wanted to thank everyone who supported this new blog's first steps... For every like, every reblog, every comment...Thank u so much🙏

Anyways... I also wanted to announce the beginning of a new Series: *drum roll* 🥁

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a Shiu Kong X Reader series inspired by a song by one of my fav artists ever - Our Day will Come by Amy Winehouse (idk but Shiu gives off a lot of Amy's vibes fo me 🤫😏😅). (⚠️this one will certainly be Nsfw and include smut, so once again MDNI, I'll block any underage blog!!!)

Shiu's character has always intrigued me a lot, just like many other 'secondary' characters in Jjk...his backstory intrigued me a lot and his aesthetic inspired a storyline in my wandering mind😅 (justice4secondarycharacters!)

The first chapter will be published tomorrow!!!

I hope someone will be interested in this next one and I am happy to announce I have many other canon ideas in my head (and notes🤫).

Have a nice day and as usual, my DMS and asks are open for anyone who might want to interact with this blog! 😄

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˖ ࣪ ، ◞ せ ⌇ SHARING IS CARING. featuring s. kong + t. fushiguro.

↻ shiu gives toji an offer too good to refuse.

tags : voyeurism, phone sex, male masturbation, dirty talk, cowgirl, mentions of threesomes, slut shaming // wc. 0.7k

author’s note : there isn’t enough shiu content out there ‘m afraid, and it HURTS MEE considering i love him from infinity 2 infinity. toji and shiu are the BADDEST 2man out there and i for one would not mind gettin backshots from both ;p as always, notes n reblogs are much appreciated !! (and thank you for 300 followers!)

this work is NSFW. minors and ageless blogs DO NOT INTERACT.

for TOJI FUSHIGURO, finding work is hard. he can’t exactly just stroll into the next place that’s hiring and hand in his cv like every other person, because unlike every other person, toji’s cv would be filled to the brim with the names of all the people he’s killed.

toji fushiguro is an assassin, and it would be a lie to say that sometimes he doesn’t hate his fucking job.

“you got anything for me?” he sits on his beaten up couch, chopsticks in hand and horse races on the television as he slurps up the last of his cup ramen. “c’mon, boss. there’s gotta be somethin’. everybody wants somebody dead these days.”

“i’m afraid not.” his boss, or more, his contractor, SHIU sighs on the other end of the line. “i told you i’d call if i had anything. work’s tight for me too.”

the line goes silent, and although shiu hasn’t quite hung up yet, toji throws back his head and groans. how hard is it for an assassin to find somebody to kill these days? the whole gig isn’t particularly helpful, either. he gets paid in lump amounts with no idea when his next job is coming through, and at times like this, toji does in fact consider paying a visit to the job centre.

just as he’s about to thank shiu for jack shit and hang up, a muffled whine on the other line drags him out of his thoughts.

“you got your girl there with you, boss?”

“i’m at home. ‘course she’s here with me.”

toji smiles. “hi there, lil’lady. whatcha up to?”

on the other end of the line, you bury your head into shiu’s neck, face flushed as you halt all movement on his lap. “nothin’.”

“don’t sound like nothin’ to me, doll. he treatin’ you good?” toji hears shiu laugh quietly through the phone.

“she doesn’t answer to you, idiot. and for the record, i’m givin’ her everything she needs and more, isn’t that right, baby?” he grinds his hips upwards and you gasp at the feeling of his tip nudging your sweet spot. “tell him how good ‘m treatin’ you.”

by this point, toji’s muted the races and put down his chopsticks, switching his phone to loudspeaker and balancing it on his shoulder so he can hear every sweet sound you’re making. his cock is out of his sweats in no time, precum staining his shirt as his tip presses up onto his abdomen.

“ ‘s g-good,” you hiccup, tears in your eyes as shiu rests a hand on your ass and starts to move you back and forth on his length. “so good, ‘n so big.”

“mm, bet that’s right, angel,” toji drawls, hand occupied with fisting his cock in time with the faint shlicking sounds echoing through his speaker. “how ‘bout next time, you get two cocks instead of one?”

“don’t get too ahead of yourself, zenin. she’s my bitch.” shiu’s tone is sour as he bucks his hips upwards, causing you to whine out.

“yeah, but I bet that slut would take it if we gave it to her.” toji grins, hand quickening when he hears you groan on the other end of the line. “sounds like she’d like that. ‘n i already told you, it’s fushiguro.”

“same difference.” it sounds like shiu’s struggling to maintain an even tone when he feels you clench down on him hard, teeth gritting as your nails dig into the fabric of his suit. “but i agree, it seems like she likes your idea. next time, instead of paying you a lump sum, i’ll let you fuck her instead.”

toji smiles, head tilting backwards as he feels his stomach begin to tighten. “nuh-uh, i still want my money.” his thumb flicks over the slit on his tip, swiping up the precum and spreading it along his pulsing length. “but i’ll take you up on your offer. cant want to try out her sweet cunt.”

on the other end of the line, you squeal, walls clamping down on shiu as you reach your climax. a loud slap resounds through toji’s phone and he grunts, ropes of white painting his knuckles as he finishes in his palm.

“she came too early. only started fuckin’ her since the time you called.”

“sounds like you haven’t been treating your bitch too well, boss, otherwise she wouldn't have been so desperate.” toji smiles, looking at the mess on his hands and shirt. “call me when you have another job. can’t wait to get my sweet reward.”

and with that, he hangs up.

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Fuck this was so well written ♡

Dangerous decision.ᐟ

the jjk men get a haircut when you're ovulating? yeah, it was on purpose

✰ including [separate] Nanami x reader, Gojo x reader, Toji x reader, Geto x reader, Sukuna x reader, Choso x reader, Higuruma x reader, Shiu x reader, Kusakabe x reader

✰ warnings. MDNI, fem!reader, established relationships, unprotected sex, overstímulation, bite marks + hickeys, thigh riďing, jealousy, throat fuckiŋg, dirty talk, dacryphilia, rough sëx, praise, creampıe, pet names, HEAVY breeďing, oral (m + f), degradätion (‘bìtch’ and ‘whọre’ are used), nipple play, cüm play, mean and softdom Suguru, kinda mean Toji

✰ word count. 6k (I apologise in advance)

✰ A/N. my ovulation was in control and i made everyone’s problem

──────〃✰ NANAMI KENTO

You knew that allowing your husband to have an app to track your cycle could turn into a bad idea someday. Still, you trusted Kento. What was the worst thing he could do with that anyway? Come back home after work looking incredibly handsome?

Yes. That, exactly. 

He was half an hour late, and you were laying in bed when he came with flowers and chocolate in his hands, and smelling so good. God, it made you bite your lips just from looking at him. His loose tie and the perfect suit, it was almost too much to handle, especially when he said he had brought dinner and dessert, and that he got a haircut. 

And that was an hour ago. 

Now you were sitting on Nanami’s lap, riding his dick and holding tight on his broad shoulders, your nails digging on his skin, leaving red marks all over. None of you broke eye contact, Kento was too stunned for that, mouth half open and his rough, low moans out in the open just for you, fueling that feeling in your core. 

“Keep fucking going, love. Don’t stop.” Nanami groaned, his voice a few tones lower than usual, lost in the pleasure only you could give to him, his sweet wife unable to control yourself in your fertile period. The feeling of his cock buried deep inside you making the two of you lose your strengths. His hands holding tight on your hip and waist, guiding you through it when you started to feel tired.

“That’s my good girl, that’s right…”

His fingers were digging on your skin like you were doing with him, still letting you ride him at your own pace. And you felt like you couldn’t stop. Desperate for more, your hips moved up and down, riding him like he taught you, just how he liked it, feeling your gummy walls hot against his dick and the wetness of it making the sloppy sounds echo louder around you two. It hit on the right spots, making your eyes roll back. 

“You’re doing so good, fucking yourself on my cock like this, love.” you could feel his words turning that desperate key in your brain, making your hips roll back and forth, his dick hitting the right spots that made you moan his name in that needy tone he always loved. 

“’S’Too good, Ken.”

“Yeah? Too good to use your husband as a toy, pretty girl?” He smiled, his gaze locked on his lap and the way he was filling you. His hands tightened the grip on your hips when you felt weak, and started moving you with his own strength and pace as if you weighed nothing for him. “We’re not stopping now, you’re taking it.”

“Ken- Ngh- Please!” 

“Please, what, darling?” Nanami teased, leaned in to kiss and suck on the skin of your neck when you tried to babble something back. Your words getting lost in your throat when he moved his hips up and your body down, messily fucking you. Your hands moved up his shoulders to his neck, looking into his eyes with your mouth half open. “Come on, just one more and I’ll fill you up again.”

“Mngh- I can’t- Too much, Ken!”

“Yes, you can. I can feel how tight you are already,” He whispered, never stopping his movements against you and your movements against him. Your bodies colliding against the other, making that painful, sinful pleasure almost drives you insane. “Cum f’me, and I’ll make sure you’re filled enough to give me a baby, yeah?”

“Fuckfuckfuck, Kento!”

“Cum.”

──────〃✰ GOJO SATORU

It had been hours since Satoru got home after leaving to get his monthly haircut, and he still had you open for him in your shared, messy bed. Legs spread to give him the vision he always loved, your body on display for him to do what he wanted, what you loved. His hands holding tight on your thighs to keep you quiet and open for him, while he fucked you tortuously slow. 

“Toru, please,” You moaned, your hands tightly tied up with the fabric of his blindfold. Your hips moved down to meet him, barely hiding your needs from him. It only made him smile, squeezing your thighs. “Faster. And harder, please.”

“Fuuuuck, Sugar. You still can handle it? Are’ya sure?” 

He was teasing you, it was clear in his eyes, in his tone, but fuck it, you couldn’t care less. Every thrust, every throb, every time he looked down to see his whitish cum escaping from the sides of your sensitive folds, and every time you looked up into his eyes to see that dangerously addicted glow, both of you knew you would take it. 

“I need more, please.”

“I can’t deny anything when you ask so nicely.”

He smiled, a wide, feral grin while he pushed your legs even more, his body leaning in, closer and closer when he started to push himself against your aching, full pussy, each thrust harder, deeper and faster than the other. 

Satoru had his knees on the bed, placing his weight on top of yours while he picked up the pace, fucking you so mercilessly, giving in to the feeling of how wet you were against his dick. And how you moaned his name, your needy voice, tired from the long fucking sessions he put you through. 

“Ngh- Fuck! Oh-n-God!” You could barely keep your eyes open, Satoru was addicted to the feeling of his dick inside your wet and white painted walls, pounding good down on you, his tip dangerously hitting your cervix over and over again. 

“Heh- I felt that, baby. Cumming again, aren’t’ya?”

Gojo teased, groaning and moaning shamelessly in your ear when he felt your pussy throbbing against his dick, showing the last signs of strength while he fucked you again. With his left hand on the mattress to hold the weight of his torso, he slid his right hand up by your sides, squeezing your tits, marked by his teeth with noticeable red love bites, until he reached for your nape. 

“Gotta make ya come to a good view, sweet thing.” His hand forced on your nape, your head now leaning forward when he made you open your eyes. Curved underneath his body, you could see his painfully hard cock sliding in and out your wet pussy. The sight of it making you shiver and moan louder, that same feeling building up in your core. 

“Look at how good you’re takin’ me, hm?!” 

“Toru! Don’tstopdon’tstop!” You could barely manage to get the words out of your mouth, already cumming while you said it. Pussy throbbing at each and every thrust inside, harder and harder. The sweet vision of you two connected like that making you orgasm even better. 

“Oh, fuck, fuck darling,” He moaned loud, head moving down and his lips capturing the skin of your shoulders, leaving even more hickeys all over, marking you and letting clear that your body was his. “‘M’gonna cum too, Sugar. Fill you up again, right? Take it, fucking take it!”Tired, fucked into a mess, your right hand moved up until you touched his nape, your fingers feeling his undercut, the hair perfectly shaped, the reason you felt so needy when he came back. The reason why you were now taking one more load from him, leaving both of you tired when he pulled out, panting, just to see your body marked by his hickeys and bites, and the whitish cream leaking out of your reddish cunt. “Perfect, Sugar.”

──────〃✰ FUSHIGURO TOJI

Toji wasn’t exactly the type to care about how he looked, but you did. And that was why you had insisted on going with him when he said he would get a haircut. There were no big changes, just a trim here and there, but, somehow, the vision got you more excited than it should. Wetter than usual. 

But Toji saw it in another way. 

His woman in a barber shop full of men looking at her as if she was a piece of meat? He wouldn’t forget that. And he didn’t. Jealousy kicked in fast, even if he tried to deny it, and now that he got you on your knees, tears running down your face and mouth open around his cock, you could see the glimpse of that possessiveness in his eyes. 

“You enjoy the attention, don’ ya?” His voice was low, not hiding his pleasure. Asking you questions when you had your mouth full, his tip brushing against your throat. He made you take it, and made you look into his eyes while doing so. “But you’re mine, mama. All mine.”

He looked insatiable for you, a hungry man, discounting everything he felt inside on your poor mouth. “All mine to fuck like this, to feel ya moaning on my cock. Thaaat’s right.” Toji’s hand touched your cheek, feeling how full he left your mouth, snickering at the thought. 

Only when you tapped his thighs, he pulled away, letting you breathe while he pulled you onto the bed. Giving you only a few seconds to recover, Toji opened your legs for him, his thumb finding the way to your needy clit quickly, and let out his rage and jealousy on your poor cunt. 

You knew what would happen to you as soon as you felt him brush his tip on your pussy, spreading your wet folds. He smirked, seeing how it throbbed in expectation for his next move, but he took his time to tease you, to fill that damn hot egotistical side of his. 

“Ya see who does that to you, don’ ya?” 

“Fuck, yes, Toji! I need you,” Your moan was somewhat desperate, your voice showing the signs of your used throat. “Pleas-”

The word got lost in your throat when he moved his hips at once, his hard girth sliding in and opening you for him. No giving time for you to loosen up, no fingering you. He used your own wetness and your saliva on his cock to move and fill you in one thrust. Hands tight on your hips to keep you quiet when you squirm, trying to move. 

“No running away now, little thing,” He groaned, leaning on top of you, his hips rolling back just to give another harsh thrust in, your body jolting in the bed. “Ya asked for it, ‘m’gonna make you take it, inch by inch.”

When your eyes met his, and you tried to speak, Toji stood straight and started fucking you mercilessly, senseless. His hips slapped against yours as his hands moved your hips slightly up. He had his head hanging back, mouth open to moan for you, taking his frustrations and anger in you. 

“Always acting like a bratty little bitch when you’re all fertile and ready for me,” A low groan escaped his mouth when he touched that sweet spot inside that made you clench and scream his name, muffled against the back of your own hand. “You won’t be actin’ like that for long, pretty girl.”

“Oh my G- Fuck, Toji! Too much, bab-”

“‘S’never too much for you, c’mon,” His fingers tightened the grip on your skin, his digits marked on you like he owned you. Your body was sensitive, the ovulation always made you feel much more, and he knew it. “‘M’gonna make them stop lookin’ at my woman.” 

“Toji! I- I’m gonna c- I’m gonn-” Your babbling only made him move harder, the sound of his skin slapping against yours was loud in the room, mixed with the wet sounds of your aching pussy and how wet you were, and coming more. Making it easier for him to slide in and out and fuck you however he wanted. 

“That’s my good girl, now I can fill you up” The man praised, stopping just enough to move you as if you were light as a feather, and sliding back inside once he had you on fours. Face down, ass up, like he so much loved. “Gotta make you a real mama and keep you just to myself.”

──────〃✰ GETO SUGURU

“How many times have I told you to behave, hm?”

His voice was low, giving you chills at every word spoken, his eyes focused on your movements on top of him. He had taught you how to ride his thigh properly, and it was his way to give you release without touching you. His way of torturing you. 

“‘M’So sorry, Sugu!” Your voice was shaky at this point, keeping your hands to yourself after he forbade you to touch him unless he said otherwise. You continued moving, rolling your hips back and forth, despite how tired you were. You still felt pleasure and wanted more. 

You wanted him inside, burying his cock in you as deep as he could, just how you loved it, but he was making you pay. Only a moment of jealousy and a small, snarky comment about you trimming his hair next time, and doing it better.

He wanted you to prove to him you could do one thing better, instead. Making yourself cum on his cock was never a hard task, but now, all you had was his thigh, over and over, and it didn’t matter how many times you came with his skin rubbing against your red, sensitive clit, and his praising and teasing, it was never enough for Suguru. 

“Now you’re sorry, it only took you, what, four orgasms?” 

“Please, Sugu! Please, I can’t-” 

You choked, that neediness showing in your voice, in your pleas, hoping he would give in this time. And continued moving, feeling the next orgasm build up in your core, your insides twitching around nothing when you wanted him there. 

“You can’t, love? Is it too much for your insatiable cunt?” He finally touched you, both hands gripping tight on your waist and thigh, forcing you to stay where you were, his smirk widening when he saw your legs shaking. “If it’s too much, you don’t want my cock, do you?”

It was a trap. A tricky question. It only made you groan in frustration. The sound made Suguru push his leg upwards with quite a strength, pressing his skin against your clit and wet folds. 

“Answer me, pretty girl.”

“I wan- Sugu… I want your cock, please.” 

He smirked again, pressing his leg on you once more, just to feel your wet, hot skin against his. He was pleased to see how he could easily overstimulate you, and the feeling only increased when you felt yourself closer and closer to another painful, but good orgasm. 

“Just because you asked nicely.”

He moved fast, not wanting you to lose the grip you had on that pleasure. Helping you with his hands on your waist, Suguru shifted your weight from one leg to his lips, his cock, already leaking pre-cum, filled you entirely in one move. 

Your mouth was open in a slight shock and a wave of pleasure. The same that left Suguru with his eyes closed, and his head leaned back against his chair. None of you would ever get used to that feeling. 

“Fucking heaven, girl. That’s how good your pussy feels after cumming so much f’me,” He said every word with that same fierce tone of his, the one that always made you throb, insane for the way he had a hold on you, how he controlled your body without even trying. “It’s all nice and ready for me to feel ya, right?”

“Right.” You agreed, not waiting a second. And, when you moved your hip against him, he snickered.

“Not now, sweet thing. You wanted me inside, I’m inside,” He said, right hand moving up to touch the single tear that fell down your cheek, his cock twitching inside your wet gummy walls, barely unable to control himself after that. “Now you’re on top, I’m gonna fuck you on top. Crying or not, you know how I like it.”

“Suguru-”

“Take it.”

──────〃✰ RYOMEN SUKUNA

“I had enough of your behavior today, my little viper.”

Sukuna’s voice was deep, causing shivers to run down your spine while he pulled his throbbing cock out of you. He was still leaning on top of you, his chest pressed against your back and his left hand in a tight grip on your hair, keeping your body still for him. 

“Maybe I gave you too much freedom,” He started, whispering into your ear while he pressed his tip on your pussy, teasing you, testing the limits of your neediness. When you tried to move your hips against his, Sukuna smiled. A wide, devilish grin, followed by a low groan when he pushed his cock back inside you, spreading your tight, wet walls around his fat size. “And you started acting like an insatiable little whore.”

“Nmh- Kuna! Sorry! I’m sorry!” Your voice was showing signs of your weariness. Your hands desperately looking for something to hold onto when he moved back to fuck you on fours, cock filling you up and hitting your right spots over, and over, and over again. 

“Now you’re sorry, my suffering?” He asked when his large left hand found its way in between your hair, pulling the strands from the root, arching your back forcefully. “Now it’s too late.”

Your mistake? Tried to rush him while he had Uraume trimming his hair. He loved and hated when you disturbed his rare moments of peace and self-care, always meaning you were going to end up shaking and fucked dumb in his bed. And he had no problem in making you apologize for not being able to control your own hormones. 

In such an almost sweet way, manhandling you to any and every position he wanted, just to see how many times he could make you cum. And how many did he have now? You couldn’t remember anymore. Not when your eyes rolled back each time his hips slapped against yours and his tip kissed your cervix over, and over, and over, and over... His hands keep you in your place, holding your waist and hair. 

And looking at how you were trying to hold on the sheets, increasing his rough movements until your hands were falling by your sides, turning you into a moaning wet mess when you were so close to yet another orgasm. “You’re not trying to run away, are you?”

“F-Fuck! N-no, Ryo! M’not! I swe-ear…”

“Liar.” He groaned when suddenly pushed back, making your cunt clench around nothing, missing him there. “You know I don’t like when you run.”

Sukuna held you, your body light as a feather, while he switched positions. In seconds, he had you laid in bed, your back hit the mattress as his body moved above yours, both hands pressing the back of your knees until he put you in an unholy mating press. His weight entirely over yours and pounding harshly against your poor cunt at once, your scream muffled against his mouth when he kissed you. 

“That’s right, you’ll stay fucking quiet and take it,” Ryomen said, both hands pressing you more and more open for him, your sweet scent filling his nostrils, making his smirk grow. “That’s why you’re acting like a damn brat today? Got your hormones making you crazy?”

Of course, he knew, he had to know. The signs were there from the start, and made the man push himself harder and harder against your reddish puffy cunt, mixing your juices with his pre-cum. 

“Mhm- Fuck, fuck, Kuna, please!” You choked out, eyes glistening with tears of pleasure and slight overstimulation. The sight triggered that same deep need in him, a low growl leaving his mouth with his deep grunts when he started pouncing harder. Deeper. So good. Forcing his way into your cunt when you opened your legs even more for him, drunk in the pleasure of being folded by the king. 

And the tears came, falling down your cheeks as he continued, unable to stop his movements against you. The sight of your tear-stained face only taking away the last grip of his sanity. His right hand moving to feel your neck and pressing the sides, controlling your breath lightly and your blood pressure there, the feeling of your vision getting even more blurred, only seeing the brutish smile on his face and his red eyes rolling back as you both came together. “Good- Fucking- pussy, my queen,” Sukuna breathed out, looking down to see the beads of cum escaping when his movements loosened slightly. “All filled up, that must ease that behavior of yours and give me a strong heir, a boy, hm?!”

──────〃✰ KAMO CHOSO

Choso wasn’t a man to have haircuts often. He always loved the length of his dark strands, and, most importantly, you loved it. So when he said he would go out with his brother, you didn’t expect to see how gorgeous he was when he came back home. He had trimmed only one inch or two, but they styled his hair differently than he usually did. 

His hair length showed more while the strands fell on his shoulders, his appearance strangely clean, but so pretty and so hot too. It made you melt in a way you weren’t expecting, those hormones of yours messing with your inner neediness and your usual desire for the man only growing. 

He couldn’t take his eyes off you when you were like that, both hands keeping your knees apart while your pussy was milking his cock, the girth twitching inside you, his hips moving back and forth painfully slow and his eyes glued to the luscious vision with each movement he made against you. 

“Always feel so good like this.” His voice is low, not hiding the necessity within. Choso was edging himself in you, always slowing down his movements when he was about to cum. It was a good fucking torture you taught him. 

“You promised you’d cum with me this time, Cho,” your voice was low, almost in a coaxing tone, or trying. 

“I know, I know,” He whispers back, leaning his body against yours as he continues with that same pace. His body is shivering above yours, his panting and grunts louder. He couldn’t control himself anymore, but he tried, taking both of you to that sweet overstimulation. “I jus’ need more of you, my love. Just… More.”

The last word comes with a deep thrust, making your body jolt and that same ragged moan leaves his mouth. And it doesn’t take long for Choso to regain his pace again, faster, harder, pounding down on you like a mad man. Both arms caging you in bed while his hips moved harshly. 

“Fuck, fuck, Choso!”

“I know, I’m gonna cum too, my love.” He didn’t need to say much, the pleasure took control of both of you, your mouth opening while your moans were running out freely. Sweet words and his name repeating over and over each time thighs slammed against yours. “I’m gonna cum this time, I promise- With you-”

He closed his eyes when a shudder burned up on his skin to his neck, both hands reaching for your face, cupping your cheeks and bringing you close, kissing your lips so furiously, keeping you pinned down for him. 

Choso was desperate, moaning sweet little promises with his weak and drained voice while his veiny, leaking cock throbbed inside you. Your moans turning one when you came for him, again, your poor cunt tightening the grip, sucking him deeper, making room for the ropes of white cum that came right after. 

“Fuck! Fuckfuckfuck, take it! Take it all! ‘S all yours, my love.” 

You were seeing stars behind your eyes before you looked at the raven haired man above you. Even after cumming and having your legs shaking around him after bringing you to your eight orgasm, Choso was still keeping unsteady movements of his hips against you. 

“C-Cho…” You breathed out, hands touching his shoulders marked by your nails. “‘S too much already.”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. So sorry,” he whispered, kissing your lips and the bridge of your nose softly before he pulled out. 

He immediately straightened his posture, eyes darting back to your open folds and the cum leaking out. Breathless, Choso moved his hands, middle and ring finger pushing his seed back inside you. His smile only widening when he moved his hand out to see the cum coming back again. 

“Already so full, my love?” Her eyes found yours, noticing that same reddish blush across your cheeks. He smiled, hand moving to finger you again, using his cum to lubricate your clit. “Cum again, and I’ll give you more.”

──────〃✰ HIGURUMA HIROMI

“Fuck, my love. This pussy’s gonna kill me.”

Hiromi couldn’t stop. Not after you took him by surprise, and he did the same to you. It matched so perfectly that he had to fuck you senseless to enjoy the night properly. 

You were waiting for him to come home while dressed in your favorite nightgown, the lacy fabric hugging your body so perfectly, it made his mouth water as soon as he stepped inside your shared penthouse. His surprise for you? A haircut. With no warning. He just decided he needed it and got it after work. 

Right in the middle of your fertile period. That damn ovulation that got your pussy soaked the second you laid your eyes on him, and, since then, the man was shoving his aching cock into your wet and already aching pussy. Rubbing his tip against your clit to make you cum whenever you mewled, it was “too much, Hiro!”. It was never too much for him. 

“Knew you were ovulating, I fuckin’ knew it!” He moaned, breathless, between each thrust of his hips against yours. Having you on all fours like he so much loved and seeing your cunt swallowing his girth always made him behave like that.

Releasing his frustrations and exhaustion in you. 

“You always know, Hiro! ‘S so unfair!” You stirred, trying to look at him over your shoulders, until you felt his right hand smacking your ass, the left grabbing your hair from the root, your body curved in front of him. 

“Gotta give my wife what she wants, don't’ ya think, doll face?” His husky voice filled your ears when he curved his body on top of yours, the right hand circling your body to find your clit again. 

“Hiromi, please!”

“Don’t behave now, doll. You’re gonna cum with me when I fill you, alright?”

Your nods became desperate when he started moving his middle and ring finger in circles and pressuring your clit, the feeling of your nerves being stimulated again, along with the deep thrusts hitting all those sweet spots inside, were making your eyes roll. 

Hiromi kept his pace, so eager and so rough, taking all of his goddamn stress into you, cock buried deep in your heat, your juices making way for him to slide in and out with a ravishing sound echoing around you two. 

“H-Higu- Fuck, love! ‘M gonna cum!” 

“All for me, love. Come on, for me,” He whispers into your ear. 

His movements never slow down, his hips slamming against yours, balls deep edging your clit along with his fingers. It was so damn much, and yet you couldn’t stop, giving him another orgasm, hitting you like a furious tidal wave when the squirt got him all wet, the sounds echoing sloppier when he moaned louder. 

“Fucking good girl, doll. Such a dirty lil’ princess for me,” Hiromi purred, his forehead leaned on your shoulder while he seemed to try and compose himself. Even with how hard his length was pulsing against your walls. “Remember I love you, ‘kay?”

His murmurs made you open your eyes, trying to understand him. “W-What? Hiro-”

Your voice got stuck in your throat when he stood straight, both hands pulling your wrists to your back and keeping you like that. His pounding got harder, harsher. Hiromi had his eyes closed while he let go of his senses and fucked you. With all the letters, fucked. Hips moving mercilessly against you, your throat sore with your moans, but unable to keep silent whenever he was feral like that, unable to stop.

“I’m gonna fill you, love. Can I? Please, please, I need- I have to!” His words barely made any sense, as if you could even get your own senses to answer him when he had you like that. “Feels so right, ‘m gonna fill you with all of it, love. And you’re gonna gimme a baby, right? A girl, our girl, I’m gonna love you both so much, darling, fuck!”

Hiromi’s body shivered while he painted your tight walls with his seed, cumming deep with the tip kissing your cervix, twitching with his white shots filling you to the brim. The lawyer leaned closer again, kissing your back and shoulders, feeling you stir underneath his body. “Don’t waste it. Make sure it’ll catch this time.”

──────〃✰ KONG SHIU

Shiu felt his body jolting with pleasure, your tongue circling his tip, making it difficult for him not to moan loud, and louder, with each stroke. Seeing you kneeling in front of him with his cock in your mouth always made the man quiver, a glimpse of that deep lust in his eyes. 

“That’s my girl, so dirty for your man, hm?!” He smirked, right hand caressing your cheek before going up to your hair, gripping tight around his fist to control your pace. “Making me lose control here, darling.”

“Are you? So fast?” You teased, rolling your tongue around his length again, sliding it into your mouth and intensifying your movements, sucking and controlling your breath and gag reflex. Shiu’s cock touched the back of your throat, and your moans against his mouth made him moan loud again, looking down and slapping your cheeks softly to make you open your eyes. 

“Fuck, darling. Keep going like this, and I’m gonna cum fast,” his voice was low, pulling his hips back to give you a moment to breathe. Your hands kept steady movements, never stopping praising him.

“Before me?” Your voice had that same teasing tone again, making him chuckle. 

“You know I won’t stop soon, doesn’t matter if you make me cum now,” he replied, caressing your hair, digging his fingers in until he had your strands in a ponytail on his hand. “I’m gonna fill your mouth, and once I make you cum enough, I’m gonna fill your insatiable pussy, alright?”

“Enough?” He narrows his eyes when you ask, touching your chin, silently asking you to open your mouth. 

“Yes, enough. Two, three, four times… I’ll decide.” 

With that, he has your tongue out and slides into your mouth again, letting you suck his aching dick like you so much wanted in that hungry, needy, hormonal mess you were. Shiu didn’t dare to fuck your throat his time, only sitting still while you kept your movements. 

Often licking down to his full, heavy balls while stroking his wet girth, making the man moan and smile, his half-lidded eyes locked on yours, not wanting to lose a single sight of you worshiping him with such desire. 

“My girl- Fuck!” His hands move back to your head when you start moving faster, so eagerly, praising him. Shiu’s grip on your hair tightens, but not to stop you, only drowning more into that pleasure that makes him stutter and grunt for you. “Ngh, fuuuuck! ‘M gonna cum, darling. Fuck, fucking good mouth for me!” 

Shiu stops, relaxing on the couch and pulsing in your mouth, filling every space with thick ropes of his hot cum, the taste strangely sweet, making you swallow every drop and lick him entirely to finish. “Every month this side of you gets me insane, little love.”

“You know how much I need you, Shiu.” Your voice is hoarse from the slight burning feeling in the back of your throat. 

“Yeah? Gotta prove that to me, sweet thing.” He whispered, leaning down to kiss your lips with a deep need to feel you closer. His hands reached for your waist, pulling you up to his lap, letting you adjust your legs on either side of his body. Hands already reaching for the middle of your thighs, feeling your slick folds with his fingers. “Sucking my cock gets you so wet?”

“Mhm… Pleasing you makes me feel good.” Your lips form a small smirk while your hands reach for his shoulders. He keeps stroking himself, looking down to see your juices getting him even more wet before he can slide in, both moaning against each other’s mouth. 

“Oh, I can feel it, sweet girl,” He smiled, hands moving up to pull you closer. His hips moving with yours, opening you around his length, both twitching deliciously. “Please me a little more, will ya? Ride your man. I’ll fuck you good once you cum again.”

──────〃✰ KUSAKABE ATSUYA

Bruises. 

Your body was covered in them at this point. 

Love bites, hickeys, and the perfect shape of his hands marking your ass. Kusakabe loved to see every little mark he put on you. It satisfied him deeply to see how eager you got every time his lips touched your skin. How wet you were always after. And he loved going down, kissing and biting your thighs and the sensitive skin until he had his mouth on your wet slit.

His tongue was moving in circles and eight, up and down around your sweet little and sensitive spot, making you squirm and moan just for him. His eyes were close, his hands moving on your nipples so softly, teasing the skin and pinching them just to feel you jolt and groan. 

“Mgh- Fuck, Suya!” Your voice was low, hands tied with his belt above your head, keeping you in place. A low growl escaped when you tried to move aside, his fingers twitching your nipples again, making your needy moan sound louder. “Atsuya! Fuck, I’m- I’m gonna cum!”

Your legs were shaking, moving aside to spread more for him while he reached for your high, gripping your nipples with the same greed feeling consuming him, knowing that those heavenly sounds of yours were about to get louder. Needier. 

And it did. 

You came on his tongue again, body shaking in your bed while he still moved his tongue, now down to your wet, velvety folds to fuck his tongue into you, tasting you so shamelessly and opening his eyes to watch you. Meeting the hunger in his eyes, you knew that the night was far from over. 

“Why were you trying to move?” He asked, moving closer to you, towering over your body and spreading your legs to accommodate him. 

“I wasn’t, Suya. I can’t control it.” 

“You can’t? My love… I’ve fucked you enough to know,” his voice lowers a few tones, his soft grunt increasing when he brushes his tip on your pussy, lubricating himself with your juices and feeling how you clench around nothing, out of expectancy to feel him inside. “I could leave you like this, right now.”

“No! No, please,” your pleading fills his ear, making his smirk grow wider, way too satisfied with how desperate you get with just the threat of it. It makes his erection almost hurt, wanting to be inside for once. 

“Ask for it like the good girl you are, then.”

“Atsuya…”

“Don’t get all shy on me now, princess.” His body moves slightly, left hand holding his weight beside your head, on the mattress. 

“‘M not! I swear.”

“Then you’re just being difficult, huh?”

His statement makes you stutter, unable to answer. And the feeling that comes after is almost blissful, when he finally fills you with his girth, opening your wet, tight folds at once. Kusakabe groans in your ear, his knees holding his weight when he moves up, hands now holding your waist and moving harshly, fast, painfully rough. And you loved it. 

“I’ll fuck this attitude out of you, princess. Like I always do.” It’s a promise, you can almost see it in his eyes, the way he fucks himself inside of you, over and over, making your body bounce for him, increasing the sloppy sounds around you two. 

“Aw, baby! ‘Can’t! I can’t, Suya.”

“Can’t? But you will, for me.” He nods while speaking, making you nod with him. “That’s right. Gotta fill this hungry cunt so you can learn to behave.”

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SUB SHIU MY DARLING ♡♡

Shiu Kong x Reader

cw: sub!Shiu, phone sex, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, established relationship // wc: 1187 // [ao3] // an: this is the first of my Pathetic!JJKmen series, thank you to all who fed my delusions in this poll 🤭

Shiu clutched his phone in a white-knuckle grip, his teeth digging into his bottom lip. “Baby, you’re cruel.” 

Your breathing hitched as your hands dipped lower, curling a finger into yourself as you listened to him whine. “I know, I know,” you sighed. “But you love it, don’t you?”

His groan crackled through your speakers. “Fuck yes, love it when you’re mean to me…” You heard the faint sounds of skin on skin as he fisted himself to the sound of your voice.

You let out a gasp as you stroke yourself, letting him hear it along with the swish of your sheets as you squirm in pleasure. His heartbeat quickened, his mind racing with every variation of mental image he could conjure to fit the faint sounds you were allowing him to hear.

He was away for work so often, and though you did your best to grin and bear it, sometimes you just had to show him how much you missed him. Just had to make him listen to the sound of you coming undone, all by yourself, while he listened helplessly from whatever hotel room he was stuck in. 

“If only you were h-here…” you huff out, grinding down against your fingers, circling your clit ruthlessly as you chase your high. “But you’re so far away, don’t even care about me…”

Shiu closes his eyes, heat rushing to his cheeks. “Baby, you know I wanna be there. You know that, right?” He’s pleading, gravel-voice cracking as his hand speeds up, his cock flushed and aching at the lack of you. “You’re killing me, babydoll. S’not fair…”

You pout alone in your room, hoping he hears it. “What’s not fair is you leaving me here, all alone, forced to get off all by myself…”

He’s rapidly losing what’s left of his self-control, sure you can hear his heartbeat through the phone. “Princess, if I was there right now…” He moans raggedly, working himself furiously, wishing it was your tight heat enveloping him instead of his calloused palm.

“What would you do?” You ask, desperate to know, desperate to make him tell you.

“I’d kiss you senseless. I’d take your breath away, make you forget your name, I’d worship that perfect pussy, make sure you felt how crazy you make me, goddamn…”

“Mmmm, I don’t know if you would. Sounds to me like work is more important, hmm?” You tease yourself, putting the perfect amount of pressure on your swollen clit, imagining it’s his fingers, his tongue.

“N-no, baby, fuck no, you know I had to go on this trip, c’mon, don’t do this to me,” he whimpers out. Such a delicious, needy sound. You can see the flush on his stubbled cheeks, the sweat on his hairline as he arches into his own touch. 

“Spit on it,” you whisper.

“What?” 

“You heard me. Spit on it. Wanna hear how messy you are for me,” you say softly, knowing the words will send him spiraling. You hear him swallow and the sound of him shifting nervously.

“Yeah? That’s what you want, princess?”

“Mhmm.” You wait.

You hear him suck in a breath, then the unmistakable sound of him spitting on his own cock. It’s dirty, it’s degrading, and it makes you throb, from the obedience even more than from the wet plaps of him thrusting hard into his spit-soaked hand. 

“Good boy, Shiu,” you purr, and he moans louder, chest heaving as he gasps. He’s burning up, sweat pooling at the back of his neck and behind his knees.

“Miss you so bad, baby, miss you so bad it hurts, never gonna leave you again, gonna quit my job,” he babbles, head falling back as he chases his high.

“Don’t you dare come until I do,” you warn, adding moans of your own to his chorus as you circle your clit faster, harder, tracing the frantic patterns that never fail to get you off.

“I won’t,” he answers instantly, and you love that he knows his place.

“You’re so naughty, baby,” you coo. “All hot and desperate just from my pretty voice, huh?”

“Yes, yes, you sound incredible, you know what it does to me,” he almost sobs, using all his strength to hold himself back, to wait for you.

You reach for the vibrator on your nightstand and flick it on, holding it against your clit with an overstimulated shudder. “Keep talking,” you pant, closing your eyes as you near your peak. 

“Princess, I’ll do anything you say,” Shiu sighs, the slick glide of his fist slowing as he focuses on you. “I’m yours, is that what you wanna hear? I’m yours, always have been, always will be, you’re everything to me baby,” he murmurs.

“Mmmmngh too…sweet,” you grit out, grinding down hard against the toy in your hand. 

He’s stunned to silence for a moment, a blush creeping up his neck as he continues in a lower voice, “Too sweet, hm? I get it, you want me to say something filthy, something to show you how bad I wish it was me between your legs instead of that stupid little toy. You’re killing me, princess.” Another ragged breath. “I’m your slut, yeah? You’ve got me jerking off like some teenager in this goddamn hotel, getting off to the sound of your breathing as you fuck yourself…” 

Your thighs tense, trembling as you get closer, as you hear Shiu confess to you.

“...and I love it. I love being your slut, love when you torture me over the goddamn phone. If I were there I’d show you, get on my knees and drown in you, wouldn’t waste a drop…” He pumps his fist faster again, desperate to get off, drunk on the image of you and the mewling, gasping sounds that spill from his phone. “Fuck baby, please, I’m so close…”

You imagine the angry flush of his cock, the precome dribbling from the swollen tip, the throb of it, rock-solid in his hand. “Shiuuuu,” you moan, your orgasm rushing over you, brutal and intense. You clench the sheets in your hands, muffling your moans into your pillow, your phone close enough to capture everything and send it to your desperate lover.

Shiu recognizes the sound of your release, and gratefully, mercifully, thrusts up into his fist with your name on his lips. He comes hard, thick ropes of creamy white come that mix with the spit already coating his length. He shudders as he goes limp. “Baby, you kill me,” he groans.

You shed the dominant persona as you ride out the last waves of your orgasm, nothing left but the ache of being by yourself in the too-big bed. “I miss you, Shiu,” you whisper, vulnerable in the aftermath. 

“I miss you too, princess. I’ll be home soon,” he says softly.

“Be careful, okay?”

“I always am.”

“Can you stay on the phone tonight?”

“I always do.” You hear the warm smile in his voice. The crackle of static connects you as you both get comfortable in your separate rooms, drawn to sleep by the slow, steady sigh of each others’ breathing.