Gojo, Sukuna And Toji Definitely The Type To Stretch Your Hole Open With His Big Fingers Before Directly

Gojo, sukuna and toji definitely the type to stretch your hole open with his big fingers before directly spitting into it, shoving his cock inside slowly so you can feel his cold spit trickle down to your cervix.

REAL

and yall r stuck w me for every part of it 😊

++ 𝐘𝐔𝐉𝐈, 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈, 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈, 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

[cws] reader is gn except for in toji’s -> reader has breasts/vagina. tojis’ is also a bit ‘spicy’ but no smut. unedited. short little blurbs for each character.

𝐘𝐔𝐉𝐈 gets lost in your kisses. It’s one of his favorite pastimes — tugging you down into his lap when the two of you are by yourself and giving you that dopey smile, a low drawl of ‘can I have a kiss?’ leaving his mouth, and you never hesitate before you’re dipping your head down and fulfilling his request.

His hands start off on your hips, gently kneading them above your clothes, lightly trailing up and down your sides as the kiss is in the chaste stage; close-mouthed, eyes just barely shut, and soft sighs being breathed out every now and then.

Yuji loves these soft, sweet kisses, it reminds him that in a world full of vile curses driven by killing and maiming, he’s got someone as sweet as you to come back to and make him feel better about the world, let him know that this is why he risks his life everyday, to keep you safe and sweet and ignorant to the horrors lurking in the shadows.

As much as he loves these kisses, they don’t last long before his tongue is breaching past your lips to rub against your own, eyes fluttering shut as his hands become more bold. They slip around to grab fistfuls of your ass, calloused fingers sinking into the flesh as he drags you further up his lap, until you’re seated right on top of the lump in his sweats and he’s swallowing down your moans.

“Yu-ji,” you’re always the first to pull away, eyes glossy and lips swollen as you take in haggard breaths, and Yuji likes to take that time to watch you; take in all your painfully pretty features and commit it to memory so he can recall it clearly at a later time, when he’s missing you terribly and there’s an empty feeling in his chest, which always happens the moment he steps foot outside your apartment.

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 loves your kisses most after work, when he’s back in his safe haven, the outside world immediately forgotten once he crosses the threshold of your shared apartment. He chuckles to himself when he hears your feet padding across the floor just as he’s put his key in the door, and your face is the first thing he sees when it opens.

You always hug him first, arms winding around his waist as he feels you smile into his chest, and he feels you sag against him, relieved that he’s made it home another day.

“I’m so glad you’re home.” And he’s glad to be home - it shows in his eyes, every emotion in them bared for you to see, shows in his shoulders, no longer stiff and tense, shows in his hands, how they move to cradle your face and tilt your head up so he can get a proper look at you. “You look tired, Kento.”

He is, utterly exhausted, but never too exhausted to indulge himself in you at the end of each day. “And you look beautiful.” You grow bashful at the comment, and a soft smile settles on his face as he dips his head down, eyes lidded and heavy as he parts his lips.

You meet him halfway, hands moving to twist into the material of his shirt as your lips meet, and he revels in your sharp intake of breath when he licks into your mouth, tongue brushing against the roof of your mouth.

He always tries to get as close to you as he can, one arm hooking around your waist to pull you flush against him, while his free hand cradles the back of your head, lips moving in tandem.

When he’s got you in his arms, it’s as if he’s stolen his very own slice of paradise, and he doesn’t ever plan on letting it go.

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 likes to make you think your kisses aren’t wanted, that you’re more desperate for him than he is for you, despite the both of you being very much aware that it’s the other way around, but Toji loves a little game every now and then.

He’s lounged out on your sofa, legs spread and arms stretched along the back of it, and his eyes are trained on the television, completely ignoring (trying to, anyways), the way you press yourself into his side, face turned up in a pout as your fingers dance along his chest.

“I thought you came here to see me, Toji, not some dumb movie.” You huff, and then you’re climbing into his lap, lips pursed and eyes narrowed as you straddle him.

“I came here to stick my dick in you, and I did, now I’m relaxing.” He sighs out, his head tipping back as the corner his mouth quirks up in a smirk. “Won’t you stop pestering me.”

“Mm-mm,” you give a shake of your head, tracing over the superficial scratches lining his shoulders, courtesy of none other than you. “I want a kiss.”

“Your shitty neighbors’ been wanting to fuck you since you moved in, get one from him.”

“I want one from you, Toji. Give me one.” Your fingers slip up into his hair, toying with the black strands just at the nape of his neck. He gives a heavy sigh, a low chuckle sounding when you give him an annoyed expression.

“Take it then, since you’re so desperate.”

“Says the one who practically begged me to leave work early because they were so desperate to fuc—” His lips crash against yours, hands flying to your waist as the kiss starts off rough, sloppy and desperate. It’s a mess of tongue, teeth and spit, your hands pulling at his as his slip underneath the thin cami you wear to grope at your chest.

Your hips grind down into his lap, clothed cunt running over his bulge, and he grunts when you sink your teeth into his bottom lip, soothing the resulting sting with a swipe of your tongue. You pull away, and he moves his face to the crook of your neck, lips leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses there.

“I only asked for one kiss, y’know.” You sound breathless, hips steadily rocking into his. “You might wanna stop now, before I start thinking you actually like me.” He grins against your skin, fingers blindly moving to the seat of your shorts and roughly tugging it to the side, his other freeing himself from his pants.

“It’s a bit too late for that now, isn’t it?”

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎’𝐒 kisses are never ending. No matter where you two are or what you’re doing, his lips will always find themselves on some part of your body.

He can’t help it, or rather he doesn’t try to. He’s gotten everything he’s ever wanted since he was a child, and he doesn’t care to change that now in his adult years. He wants you, so he’ll have you, whenever the need strikes him, which seems to be whenever you’re around.

“You have to go, Satoru.” You chide as you turn your head to avoid his kiss, a petulant pout gracing his face when his lips meet your cheek instead. “Your phone has been ringing nonstop.”

“‘S not important—really, it isn’t.” His nose pushes into your cheek, lips peppering kisses along your jawline. “Not like you, anyways.”

“People could die, Satoru.”

“I could die.” A dramatization to some, but entirely serious for him. “I could have a heart attack from withdrawals or something, baby. I’m addicted.” He presses a loud, wet kiss to the corner of your mouth, and you can’t help the giggle that slips out, your hands moving to push at his chest as he steadily tries to lay you back against the couch. “And addicts aren’t supposed to quit cold turkey, you have to wean ‘em off, y’know.”

“You’re so annoying.” Your back meets the cushions as he hovers over you, strands of white hanging down and tickling the sides of your face. “Just one kiss, okay? And then you have to go right after.” He smiles, tongue swiping out to wet his lips.

“Yeah yeah, just one…thousand.”

“I heard that!”

YOU KISS THEM BUT THEY LIKE YOU | UPPER MOONS HEADCANONS (PART TWO)

▹ FANDOM/FORMAT: Demon Slayer/Kimetsu no yaiba, Headcanon

▹ FEATURING: Douma, Hatengu (Clones), Kokushibo

▹ WARNINGS: kissing, fluff

▹ A/N: English is not my first language, so I apologise in advance if there are any mistakes. Have fun and stay safe!

▹ MASTERLIST: click here!

▹ DOUMA:

▸ His head turns to you, a slight smirk on his face and his colourful eyes wide, staring right into your soul.

▸ With a growing grin he leans in, the tip of his nose brushing yours.

▸ »Only one? Come on, Y/n, one more!« he pleaded, but you gently push him away.

▸ One kiss should be more than enough, at least for now. You know, he would get greedy, if you give him too much of what he wants.

▸ »What makes you think, you'd deserve more than one?« you say with a honey-sweet smile on your face.

▸ »Fine.« he mumbles, a pouting expression on his face, while he turns around with his arms crossed in front of his chest like a toddler.

▸ You laugh and turn away, when he suddenly grabs your hand and wraps one of his strong arms around your waist.

▸ For a brief second you felt like your were falling, but before you could actually hit the ground from his little push, he stabilises you and captures your lips.

▸ With only one leg on the ground and the other one floating in the sky, he kisses you in the most passionate and cliche way possible.

▸ At first your eyes sprung open, but when his lips start moving on yours, you can't hold back a sigh, slowly closing your eyes, while melting into his touch.

▸ When you feel him grin against your lips, you frown and push him away, but his smile doesn't vanish. He already got what he wanted.

▹ HATENGU:

▸ (Like always when I'm talking about Hatengu, I'm talking about his fine-ass clones. 🫦)

▸ Sekido: After your lips met his, he just stands there, while you smile at him.

▸ No words are leaving his mouth and for the first time he doesn't look angry, but surprised.

▸ Redness is growing in his cheeks, accentuating his red eyes.

▸ »What is it, Sekido? Cat got your tounge?« you tease, when he suddenly awakens from his trance.

▸ With a grim expression he turns away, wiping his mouth on his sleeve.

▸ »Never do that again!« he grumbles, making you giggle.

▸ Karaku: You break the small kiss and lean back, when you suddenly realise, that he had grabbed you by your arms.

▸ »Karaku, wha—« you babble with a confused look on your face.

▸ His sinister smile and the fiery gleam in his green eyes are making you shiver.

▸ »Now you are in trouble, little girl.« he warns and licks his bottom lip, exposing the kanji, which said "pleasure" in the process.

▸ Oh, what have you gotten yourself into?

▸ Aizetsu: His hand rests against his lip, where you kissed him just a second ago.

▸ You watch his cheeks turning pink and his pupils wide.

▸ No matter how hard you try, you can't hold back a grin.

▸ Suddenly his sorrowful expression is back and the surprised look vanishes.

▸ »If that's again one of your teases, stop it. It upsets me.«

▸ Urogi: When you realise what you just did, you turn away, to avoid him seeing your heated cheeks.

▸ You just know, he is smiling from one ear to the other.

▸ »I knew you wouldn't be able to resist me for long.« you hear his mocking voice behind your back.

▸ »Oh, shut it already!« you mumble sharply, knowing he was right.

▹ KOKUSHIBO:

▸ You kissed him and for the first time of his life he is not prepared for a situation.

▸ When you lean back, holding him by his collar, he still stares straight forward.

▸ You can feel his muscles tensing up.

▸ »What are you doing?« he asks you. You smile, just lean forward and kiss him again.

▸ »I command you, to stop with this nonsense. It's not appropriate.« his voice is calm and steady, but you know him and notice the little shift in his tone.

▸ Once again your lips are on his and this time he grabs you by your arms and pushes you slightly from him.

▸ »Stop now, or you're going to regret it.« he warns. A playful look creeps over your face. »Make me.« you say with a daring voice.

▸ For a brief moment his six eyes analyse your expression, trying to see, if you were actually serious or, yet again, just trying to tease him.

▸ Suddenly his grip tightened. A tiny squeak left your throat, when he roughly pins you against one of the endless walls in the infinity castle.

▸ »I will make you regret it, little bird.«

Make up your mind.

Starring: Douma x f!reader ; Akaza x f!reader (love triangle).

Warnings: nsfw, modern au, cheating, toxic relationship, possessive behavior, manipulative behavior, dirty talk, language, slight bsdm, semi-public sex, morally grey reader, use of alcohol, poker, smoking, vaginal sex, remorse, dacryphilia, love triangle, dom!douma, sub!reader.

Plot: you had been dating Akaza for six months, when he decided to let you meet his friends. One of them, though, had set his eyes on you from the moment you first met. The allure of darkness, the red flags hanging from Douma’s back like a cape were a clear signal that you should have kept your distance. Despite that, he had you wrapped around his fingers. Slipping under was easy, way too easy, and before you knew it, he had half of your heart in his sinful hands. A twisted and toxic relationship blossomed. Your innocence was long forgotten and, when you kissed Akaza at the end of the day, before you went to sleep, you felt miserable.

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He had told you he was no good. He had told you to stay away from him, but you could not. Something about him, about the way he talked to you, flirted with you shamelessly and touched you, safe from your date’s eyes, had allured you to fall into his bait.

“He is Douma. My ‘friend’, you could say. He is a jerk, don’t mind his presence. Oh, and stay away from him” Akaza had said that infamous night, introducing you to the silver-haired man, eyeing you up and down from the stool he was sitting on. Ringed fingers, rainbow-colored eyes and a mischivious smirk curling his plumped lips, he was sipping a Bloody Mary absent-mindendly.

The moment you had entered the bar, his eyes were glued on you. He was a womanizer, chasing after ladies was his forte. Yet, there was something about you that he found irresistible. You were so gorgeous, tempting and you were not his. It irked him, the way you leant against Akaza’s shoulder as you slow-danced before his eyes, the sweet nothings he whispered in your ear and how you blushed when he kissed you. Dear God, it was maddeningly deplorable.

He could do better, you deserved better.

You tried not to pay attention to him that night. On the other hand, it would have been rude of you not to talk to him. You were kind, friendly, and the moment Douma noticed you walking towards him with a small, polite smile gracing your lips, he knew he had to take his chance.

“Woah, it looks like Akaza’s finally unleashed you. – he joked, pursuing his lips at you and gesturing for the barman to serve you – Order something, it’s on me” he added shortly, propping his chin on his hand and glancing at you from behind his dark, long eyelashes. He knew exactly what he was doing, he knew how to play his cards and you could sense something about him was off. Then again, you had just met him. Judging a book from its cover was something you were not used to.

You chuckled, your eyes darting on the man behind the counter briefly “A Cosmopolitan, please – you asked him, before locking eyes with Douma – As you can see there’s no collar around my neck” you declared, cocking your head to the side and tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Ah, I see! – he beamed, nibbling at the rim of the glass to hide the devious smile curling his lips – Rather foolish of him not to put his pet on the leash. Pervs are everywhere… I could put one on you now, what do you say?” he teased you. You were still naive back then, you thought his flirty, antagonistic antics were just jokes and sarcasm, but it was not. He had not even tried to hide his interest in you right from the start.

“Are you hitting on me?” you asked, quirking your eyebrows up.

Douma grinned, downing the rest of his drink hastily “I don’t know, sweetheart, am I? – he said, tucking his hand into the back-pocket of his ripped jeans to take his wallet out – Does Akaza know you are chatting with me?” he inquired, slamming some dollars on the counter to pay for your drink. His voice was soothing, despite the devilish, dark undertone.

You blushed and flashed a thin-lipped smile at the barman, sliding the cocktail in your direction “Why? Are you really that bad?” you replied, bringing your lips to the glass to take a sip of the pinkish, alcoholic substance.

His eyes clouded over, his hand reaching up to straighten his necktie as he gestured for you to follow him “Come with me. – he chimed, hopping down from his stool and glancing over his shoulder to check on Akaza – I had promised some gentlemen over there to attend a poker match. Wanna be my lucky charm for the night? I don’t bite harshly” he said, winking at you and stressing the last word way too much for your likings. He had avoided your question.

He was mysterious, magnetic, his charm overwhelming. You pondered his offer, your grip on the glass tightening even so slightly. Your eyes searched for your boyfriend, scanning the overcrowded dance-floor in hope to lock eyes with him. But you could not see him. Maybe, you should have declined Douma’s offer, the echoes of Akaza’s words were still ringing in your head, but you thought it was his goofy way to interact with his friend.

You did not want to be alone in that place. Knowing Akaza’s friend better could have not harmed you in any way, right?

“Alright, let’s go! But, if you win, we split the gains” you agreed then, complying his request. A glint of malice sparkled in his eyes, but it was too dark for you to notice, or maybe it was the way his fingertips grazed the small of your back, once you were next to him, to distract you. His touch was far from gentle, it was subtly lascivious. Walking towards the huge, green table at the corner of the bar, you could not help yourself but feel like he was leading you straight into the wolf’s den.

He was self-assured, enticing, the smug smile on his face never faded. You sighed, half-lidded eyes peeking down at the cards on the table, as he ducked his head down towards you. His breath fanned your earlobe and you faltered, accidentally spilling a few drops of your drink on the exposed skin of your thigh.

“Careful, darling – Douma murmured, his hand sneakily slithering down your leg, until his thumb reached the wet spot beading your smooth skin – It’s curious how the cards show me two kings and a queen, isn’t it?” he purred, suavely brushing his finger against your tender flesh to collect the droplets.

If you thought it was a bold move, making you flinch, hands shaking under his sinful touch, and forcing you to settle your glass on the table, not to drop it on the floor, what he did next made you question for how long he had been planning this. Mouth agape, you watched the way he brought his thumb up to his plumped lips. His tongue swirled over it, collecting the fruity, alcoholic substance, while he never broke the intense eye-contact he had made with you.

Your cheeks flushed up, your heart thrumming against your ribcage although you should have slapped him and left him there, alone. You could not move, you were paralyzed. Zoning out, you hesitantly averted your eyes from him. The voices of the men laughing, cussing at the table, the smoke flinging all around you and the music playing a soft tune through the speakers seemed so distant. You felt dizzy, ashamed, worried. Where was Akaza?

You stood up, not bothering to warn your boyfriend’s friend about your sudden decision to go out and look for him. You needed Akaza, but you also needed some fresh air. What had happened at the table? What had happened with Douma?

You stumbled down the dance floor, pushing people out of your way, until you finally reached the door. The cool summer night grazed your naked back, but the heat on your cheeks was still yet to cool down. Douma was no good. He was insanely poisonous, dangerous, deadly.

You walked down the sidewalk, hoping to finally spot Akaza, but he was not there. He was not there and your head was spinning. You leant against the wall, dazed, your hand diving into your purse in search for your phone, but just before you could tap on Akaza’s number, a tall figure loomed over you.

Your breath hitched in your throat, your back flattened against the wall behind you in a pathetic attempt to distance yourself from him, from his captivating multicolored hues. He hummed, hands tucked into the pockets of his trousers. He seemed to be about to devour you, the way he patently stared at you, the way he chewed on his lower lip thoughtfully. He was definitely enjoying the view of you, a little girl, scared of him.

His aura seemed to strangle you. Nothing about him was good, nothing. His villainous intents were plastered over his handsome face, present in his sugarcoated words, in his sardonic smile.

A sadist. He was a sadist.

“What do you want from me?” you breathed out, averting your eyes from him.

Douma scoffed, feigning offence at your words “I was checking on you, love. – he cooed, cocking his head to the side – And, for the records, I was also going to tell you that I’ve won”.

“You won?” you breathed out, switching the topic of your conversation on something else. However, you regretted it, as he took a step forward. Then another. You watched his expensive shoes approaching you, you felt the cold droplets of sweat running down your back, while you realised that there was no where to run.

His silvery hair glowed under the dim moonlight and, once he was right in front of you, his hands reached out, resting flatly against the wall and caging you between the his strong arms.

“I play to win. – he whispered, his breath fanning your lips, reminding you that mere inches divided your mouths – And I always fucking win. It’s factual, love” he added, one of his hand flying down to your hip and stroking it in a way you hated to love in that very moment.

He was crawling under your skin.

“You need to stop” you hissed, through gritted teeth.

“Stop what, love?”.

“Stop calling me ‘love’, you jerk” you snapped, wrapping your hand around his wrist in a mere attempt to push him away from you. No matter how hard you tried, though. You did not even manage to make him take a step back. On the contrary, he sneered at you, his hand roughly grasping your jaw as he forced you to keep the eye-contact with him.

“Easy there, love. – he said, quirking his eyebrows up – Why does it bother you that much, huh? Oh, wait, I got it… Is this how he calls you when he fucks you? Ah, there it is. That’s the look I was—….”.

It was enough. You were done with him, with the things he said, with the way he was messing with your head in a way you did not think could be possible for a first encounter. What was that? How could he do that?

You watched the way his head snapped to the side for the harsh impact of your hand smacking his face. He grinned, leaning back and allowing you to finally sneak away. Watery eyes and heavy breaths leaving your lips, you jogged towards the entrance of the bar, only to hear him call after you.

“Bye, Y/N”.

You met him again at a dinner, a week later. He apologized, but you were one hundred percent sure he did not mean it. You saw the way he avoided to meet Akaza’s gaze, you saw how he had darted his eyes away from you two, when your boyfriend got tipsy and kissed you passionately on Muzan’s couch.

He clenched his jaw, when you melted under your boyfriend’s touch. It should have been him, he knew how to please you. He just had to be patient. Nothing lasts forever and your love for Akaza would have expired in a few.

After a while, Douma drew a cigarette from his packet and made his way upstairs, to the terrace. He did not say a word, no one seemed to care anyway, but you did. You watched him disappear from your sight, while running your fingers through Akaza’s hair. He was in the middle of a serious conversation with the raven-haired man and you were actually getting rather tired of it.

Out of curiousity, you planted a kiss on your boyfriend’s temple and told him you were going to call your mother for checking out on her. It was a lie, obviously. Then again, what could you do? The thrill of the hunt, the thrill of knowning him better was unbearable. Also, you needed answers. What did Douma want from you?

“Don’t worry, dear. Take your time” Akaza told you, squeezing your hand reassuringly, before turning his attention back at Muzan.

You shot an apologetic glance at them, before grabbing your phone and ambling towards the marble steps, leading you to the unknown, to the dark prince keeping you wide awake at night. You found him at the terrace, for some obscure reason you felt like he had been waiting for you. His cigarette hanged from his lips, his elbows resting on the railing as his back faced the city-line. The night breeze made his hair swing around his sharp visage, as he glanced at you standing on the veranda.

“Hello again” he uttered, taking the cigarette between his index and middle finger.

You nodded your head at him, discarding your phone on a nearby table “Hi” you simply said, folding your arms against your chest.

It was hard not to think about what had happened a week ago. Things should have been odd between you two, yet nothing weird or inappropriate had been said or done. At least, until now. Your shoulder brushed against his one, as you joined him at the railing, and you shivered. Oh, how badly you wished it was for your poor choice of items.

“What’s happened? Wait, let me guess, the king of hearts bored you stiff” he broke the ice, exaling through his nostrils. He resembled a dragon, his seraphic demeanor only fueling your imagination.

You narrowed your eyes at him, propping your chin on the back of your hand “And I assume you are the king of spades ready to save the night, aren’t you?” you sarcastically commented, smiling faintly, as he chuckled and put out the cigarette on the railing, before throwing it away.

“The king of hearts is overrated, rather tedious…” he trailed off, eyeing you up and down slowly. You were frustrated. Reading him was impossible. He was the most enigmatic person you had ever met.

Douma cleared his throat, circling you until he was standing right behind you. You stood there, frozen, heart skipping a beat in anticipation, when he pressed his chest against your back. His cold hands danced over your hips, his mouth hovering over your ear, as he whispered his scandalous proposal to you.

“Would the queen like the king of spades to show her what he can offer to her?” he purred, earning a gasp from you, when he roughly grasped your waist and ground his groin against your ass.

He was crossing the line. You were letting him touching you like that. It was not like the night you slapped him across his face. No. It was different. You were resilient, you were tangled into the web he had had no trouble in weaving around you.

Douma hummed, his calloused hands slipping under the skirt of you dress, palming your thighs, your ass as he slowly let his fingers travel up to the waistband of your panties. What was he doing? It was a public place. Muzan, Kokushibo and Akaza could have walked in any minute. People down the streets could have seen you and your cheeks flushed up at the thought of being exposed to the world.

“Wait, let’s go inside, they could—” you protested, only for him to clasp his hand over your mouth and leave a trail of wet kisses down your jugular.

“Let them see. I want them to see. – he whispered, dragging your panties down your legs – Also, this is the exciting part, don’t you think?” he asked you, giving your hair a yank to make you arch your back for him.

You blushed, the metallic sound of his belt when he unbuckled it making you realize what you were about to do. You had always been a loyal partner, cheating was not in your nature. Then again, what was happening in that goddamn house? Why did you feel Douma’s shaft line up to your aching entrance, why were you bent over the railing?

In a swift motion, he entered you. A moan of pleasure fell from your lips, as his length stretched you out in a way Akaza had never done. Douma was feral, harsh with you, but pasionate. He groaned in your ear as he bottomed out, his hand wrapped around your throat to keep you in a firm chokehold.

“You should see your face now. Come on, love, why don’t you tell your boyfriend about the lewd faces I have made you do, huh? Tell him how your pussy has been owned by me, do it!” he pressed, watching as a tear fell from your lashes for the total lack of foreplay before the penetration. Despite it, though, you were soaking wet and your walls squeezed him up perfectly.

He kissed your temple, pulling out of you until just the tip was buried into your core “Oh, make sure you’re ready to swallow, because I intend to ruin your pretty little mouth too” he singsonged, before thrusting back into you.

You squirmed, batting your eyes close and holding onto the railing for dear life, as he pounded into you relentlessly. The pressure in your abdomen was coiling significantly, second by second, and you tried your best not to melt under his touch. In a minute, he had been able to find your g-spot, your spongy walls spasming around his shaft as you lolled your head back onto his shoulder.

“Make up your mind, love. – he rasped, connecting your lips for a sloppy kiss – If it’s him the one you want, the one you love, why are you here, letting me fuck you?” he inquired, as you climaxed around him. You moaned his name and it was enough for him to pull out of your core, watching as you deligently dropped to your knees and waited for him to spill his seed onto your tongue.

Douma smiled, his eyes transfixed on the tears peeking at the angles of your eyes as he shoved his length into your mouth and released his seed down your welcoming throat.

You told yourself it was the first and the last time something like that happened, but you knew it was a lie. During the night you snuggled onto Akaza’s chest, searching for comfort or redemption, but you were corrupted to the core. How could you still look at him in the face and tell him that he was the only one? How could you do it, when you had been having a secret affaire with Douma for three months?

So, when Akaza kissed your cheek, you pretended to be asleep, because you could not bear the sight of him whispering “I love you” against your lips.

From that day at the bar, you started to hate cards.

Author note.

Hello there!

Ding-dong, I’m on my highway to hell lmao xD. I hope you have enjoyed this twisted Douma’s fic. I am a whore for this man, sorry not sorry! Anyway, I dedicate this one-shot to the lovely @doumadono ❤️

I hope not to have failed your expectations!

Literally BEGGING for a suguru version of the moaning 👁️👄👁️

HOW HE WOULD SOUND MOANING PT. 2 JJK EDITION

mdni, nsfw audios : suguru geto, headphones in !! swearing, whimpering/groaning and a visual

GETO : LINK

him letting you take over the pace for the first time, “ohh fuck…” his voice rumbled, throwing his head back as you bounced on his dick, “fuckk, baby that feels so good.” his head titled in a way he could watch his shaft bury itself within your pussy, groaning and the same curse words on repeat as he kissed his teeth, “fuckkk yeah.. angel, keep bouncin’ like that.” suguru began bucking up to get deeper, hands harshly digging into your hips as he’s basically fucking into you before sounding like a whiny sub. “m’close fuck, keep squeezin’ like that baby.” his pitch getting higher the closer he is to his orgasm.

GETO : LINK LINK (visual)

flexing his abs as his stomach tightened with an insane amount of please, his knuckles going white from how hard he was gripping the counter, watching you stroke his swollen dick. “shitt, that tiny hand of yours is gonna make me cum.” he choked a chuckle before trailing off with a low groan as your hand squeeze around his dick, “so damn pretty, my dick is bouta to explode.” he panted with his thighs quivering, “fuckk fuck fuckkk.” his struggled groan could be almost be mistaken for a whimper as his dick twitched within you hand. “agh shitt, cumming.”