Oh My Were Those Aphrodisiac Chocolates?

Oh my were those aphrodisiac chocolates?

did anyone see the 20 min poll i put up lol

i can’t help myself (geto x reader x gojo)

warnings: SMUT, everyone is an ADULT, minors DNI, penetration, sex whilst YOU are under the influence of smthg, dubcon, i die a little inside everytime i write porn, but ppl seem to like me more when i do, buddha i am not your strongest soldier, do i count as a writer with lots of variation yet

“Mm, see?” Gojo grinned as he hand-fed you the chocolates gifted to you by Ieiri, watching as you chewed on them, even daringly giving a cute kitten lick to the remnants of it on his fingers.

“Good, right? I went to this shop before during one of my missions. Should’ve brought back more if I knew you liked them this much.” He placed another on his tongue, leaning in to kiss you as he transferred the slightly melted treat into your mouth, his lips pressing closer to yours, tongue twirling with yours and tasting the sweet with you.

You moaned, your hands on his chest as he came closer. All of a sudden, a hot, pink haze settled over you, searing your body.

Your body felt hot, burning, ablaze with want. Your desire was wanton, lust coursing through your very veins as you suddenly clung onto the sleeves of Satoru’s shirt.

“Satoru…” You practically moan, the thought of him naked and pounding into your willing cunt flashing through your brain, the thought making you clench your thighs as you felt a gush of liquid leak from your core.

“Help-“ You feel your knees wobble, collapsing forward into Gojo’s waiting arms. “Please…”

His grin never got so wide.

——

Geto and Gojo are a pair. A pair that craved, wanted and lusted after you. A pair that had chased after the unknowing, oblivious you since your highschool days.

You can’t say that you haven’t fallen for their charms.

Now, as Satoru’s head buried itself into you, tongue deep inside of you as Suguru began to strip.

Suguru was so hard, you swear you saw his cock throb with desire as soon as he pulled his pants down, before your eyes were averted, mind focusing back on the white-haired man between your thighs.

Because with the way Satoru is practically making out with your pussy and combined with Suguru’s saccharine words, your resolve was slowly crumbling, your mind threatening to crumble under the pleasure.

“Satoru’s happily eating your cunt, won’t you suck my cock? Please?” Suguru pleads, his black eyes feigning hurt at your ignorance of his problem.

You need to be filled. Your lips obediently parting to slip the mushroom tip of his cock inside you as you begin to suckle and taste his deliciously thick cock.

“Mmm, good girl.” Suguru kneels over your head, his balls pressed against your closed eyelids as he pushed his cock down your throat.

You can’t see. It feels so hot, so heavy on your face. You don’t get time to think before you feel him shove deeper into your mouth, your jaw aching as it struggled to accommodate him.

Down below, you weren’t faring any better, your thighs squirming around as you began to reach your high, Satoru sucking and licking at your clit as his fingers increased his pace inside, one hand holding down your thigh to keep you in place as he gave and gave and gave, leading you to burst just as Suguru came down your throat, his heavy balls twitching on your eyelids as you swallowed every last drop.

——

“C-condom…!” You cried out as Gojo held your thighs down, his thick, bare cock already halfway inside you before he heard you.

He grunted, pulling out of you briefly as hurriedly tugs out a condom packet from Suguru’s wallet that was tossed onto the bedside drawer, rolling it on haphazardly before plunging back inside you as you whined at the sudden sensation.

His pace was merciless from the beginning, drool making its way out of the corner of your lips as your arms wrapped around him, feeling the inches slide in and out of your used cunt.

“Shit, this pussy feels sooo fucking good.” A hard thrust inside of you causes you to scream, your nails digging into his back, legs in the air and dangling uselessly.

“Yeah? You’re a good girl who likes taking my cock, right?”

You cry as you feel him sink that cock of his impossibly deeper into you, balls pressed right against your ass, your legs up in the air as the warm, sticky sensation of his cum began to seep out, thank goodness that the condom was thankfully catching his voluminous spend.

Right?

You don’t think condoms felt so… thick and hot inside of you. You try to urge him to pull out, shaking and punching at his shoulders as he held you down, to urge him out of his bliss as he continued to drain his semen inside of you. Finally getting his attention, he pouted as he began to take his time to slowly slide out, ensuring that you felt every ridge of his dick.

Milky white dripped out of you, running down one of your thighs as you began to panic. His seed, thick, viscous was trailing from your labia and wetting the very tip of his cock where he had just pulled out.

There the condom was, broken and ruptured as the remainder of it seemed to cling painfully tight to his base, which you expected to be limp and satisfied after coming so much.

That’s when you noticed. He was hovering over your abused entrance, tip still red, angry and wanting. He was waiting for your approval to plunge back inside.

“It’s fine because I already came inside once right?” You heard Satoru utter into your ear, releasing the remains of the broken condom around his cock. “What’s a few more from me and Suguru?”

Suguru strokes your head. “They make pills for this, don’t worry.” A timed kiss to swallow any more of your skepticism.

It’s definitely okay, right? They assured you so. They’ll take care of you. It’s totally fine, right?

You can’t even protest as Satoru pushes himself back in for an immediate round 2, your legs wrapping around his waist this time as you felt Suguru’s fingers prod at your ass.

——

“Why do you get her pussy again?” Satoru whined as he held you up in a full nelson, his arms wrapped up underneath your knees and holding your legs wide open, his cock buried deep inside your wet asshole.

“Cause,” Suguru began, his cockhead swiping up and down your cum-filled cunt, teasing you, making you whine as you begged for him to fill you. “You came inside her three times in a row. It’s my turn.” He pushes in, grinning as you cried out.

The sensation of having both men inside of you was too much, their thrusts just simply too much. You were crying, your tears starting to fill up your eyes as you began to beg, but what for? You’re too turned on, your womb was so full of semen, your ass felt like it was going to end up in the same state after Suguru had gone multiple rounds there. You’re so, so exhausted.

But you can’t stop. Don’t want them to stop.

“No, no- Mmm! I- I can’t-! Mmngh! So good!” Your words were broken, your tongue lolling out of your mouth as jumbled nonsense continued spilling from your lips.

“Look at her, all fucked out. So cute.”

“She’s not at her limit yet, look at how she’s still clenching around our cocks like a whore.”

“Let’s change that then.”

——

“Mmm, your drenched asshole feels so fucking good.” Your hips were clenched tight by Satoru’s hands as your fingers gripped the sheets, your cunt absolutely filled up by Suguru who laid beneath you, your head buried into the crook of his neck.

You feel then thrust powerfully up and down into you, their thrusts reaching an intensity in strength and in speed.

Their thrusts in tandem with each other, as one goes in, the other out, in perfect synchronization. You can’t help but moan helplessly in their arms as their heavy cocks plunge into you, body accepting each thrust as their penises master your holes.

“God, you’re the fucking best.”

Satoru throws his head back as he groans at Suguru’s lustful voice, burying his cock deep inside your asshole, his balls throbbing against you as you feel wet gushes of sperm spurt eagerly into your ass, soon feeling another wet spurt deep into your womb.

You were too full.

Their massive balls are full of seed, them choosing to keep their thick cocks sheathed deep within your warm, inviting holes as they press tight against you, sending every drop deep into your vagina.

——

Suguru grabs your bottom with both hands, thrusting his hips forward hard. It swiped against your pussy lips, just missing its mark before he groans, readjusting himself before he angles himself just right to plunge back in.

His chest presses your back against the wall, bus erection thrusting steadily into you as he slides his full length inside.

You draw his head down to yours, kissing along his jawline as each hard, rough thrust of his drives moans and moans out of you, leaving you incoherent and wanton.

“You like this, yeah?” A hard thrust into you. “Gonna take all of my load inside this slutty hole, aren’t you?”

“C-cummm inswideee…” You’re losing yourself; your brain turning to mush as he begins to churn up your insides with that wonderful cock of his. You can’t get enough.

You’re about to orgasm for the nth time tonight. Your body thrashes in wild abandon, hips bucking frantically against him, back arching your back against the wall as you clutch at him.

“C-cumming..!”

You hear him laugh, a hand reaching up to grope at one of your lonely breasts. “Already? I just put it in, sweetheart.”

“Too good too good too good-!”

You hear him chuckle again just as the door opens to reveal Satoru coming back with bottles of water.

——

Gojo Satoru ungraciously crashes onto the wet sheets, heaving with his arm across his eyes. He’s exhausted. Tuckered out.

You scream as Suguru holds your hips up from behind, cumming deep inside of your cunt yet again as your body remains limp and pliant for him.

As he pulls out, you whine and cry at the loss, at the painful emptiness of your body.

It’s not enough.

“Nwoo, Sugu-“ You babble, hand threading itself into his own as you pull him close, kissing and licking at his jaw. “Wan’ more! Need it!”

Suguru is running a hand through his hair as he shakes his head, his body shaking slightly as he carries you, settling you on his lap as he leans back against the headboard. He watches, awestruck, entranced as you drag yourself to his lying Satoru, cum seeping out of both of your used holes, climbing onto his lap and bouncing yourself vigorously up and down his significant other’s half hard cock.

“B-babe, I’m alr-already shooting bl-blanks-!” Satoru’s hands come up to your hips, helping to support you as you whine, tears streaming down your cheeks.

“S’not en-enough! P-please!” You were sobbing as he helped you maneuver your hips, your body screaming in exhaustion as your pussy whined for more.

Satoru was practically immobile at this point, only just conscious enough to help you a little, his groans sounding almost pained as his tired eyes continued to watch you. up down up down up down up-

You were going to break him. He doesn’t think he minds. As your oversensitive hole clenches hard around his painfully sensitive cock, he sees you reach your arms out for Suguru, begging him to come closer before your lips press hungrily to his, your hand tugging at his long black locks as your drool smears all over his mouth.

Your hole clenches tight around him, a whine of painful pleasure leaving you as you cum hard on his cock, feeling the familiar twitch that signaled he was reaching his end too, you can stay awake a little more, a little more to feel his hot liquid burst up deep insi-

You pass out. Your body physically can’t go on anymore even as your holes beg for more.

It’s over.

The duo don’t know whether to feel relieved or worried as you faint in Satoru’s embrace, finally able to sleep off the exhaustion you were facing.

T-Toji~

Boyfriend’s Daddy - Toji

F!reader

Cheating!reader, unprotected sex, creampie, hair pulling, choking, oral(Toji receiving), slapping, dacryphilia, sadism, use of “daddy”, cheating Toji, you cheat on Megumi basically.

I am not responsible for people under 18 who read this. minors or ageless bloggers please dni!

You loved Megumi, you really did. But you always knew something was different, that you needed something more. You had always thought it was just the sex, he was never good at making things exciting due to his shyness. You understood that, but plain vanilla sex gets boring.

Then it was the poor aftercare, always falling asleep with his head in your neck. Never asking if you were okay and always waking up the next morning as if nothing happened the night before.

Next was his lack of emotion. You found it hard to read him despite being his girlfriend of two years. He’d always hide his emotions and you hated that, especially during really deep conversations. And it wasn’t that his lack of emotion meant lack of commitment, but sometimes that’s what it felt like.

You don’t know when you fell out of love with him, but you knew you hated yourself for it.

But now you were here, sitting next to Megumi while his mother and father sat on the other side of the dinner table. Megumi had his hand on your thigh like always, but it didn’t have that warm comfort anymore; It just made you uncomfortable.

“What are your plans tonight?” His mother asks, her voice sweet like honey while his father just held that scowl. There was something about his father that you liked, you just couldn’t quite place it though.

“Nothing really,” you reply with a soft smile, “probably sleep.” She gave a sullen smile, as if she knew how the love in your relationship has diminished.

“Your anniversary is coming up, anything planned? You both could use the beach house?” Megumi just huffed, shrugging his shoulders. “You know, we’re not getting any younger, a grandchild-“

“Stop! We’re not ready and never will be for that.” Your heart cracked a little at his words because you did want a child with Megumi, but it seemed he already made his mind up. You felt the shift in the air, taking Megumi’s hand off your thigh.

He was about to say something of your action, but his phone rang. He excused himself as you collected the plates to wash. “I can get those,” his mother protested.

“Let me,” you challenged, “please.” She didn’t protest, giving you a smile before she and her Husband settled on the couch. Their distant chatter and the sound of the sink is the only thing that helped muffle your thoughts. You felt a hand on your lower back as you felt Megumi’s breath fan your neck.

“Gojo…I won’t be home until tomorrow night. Love you,” he informed, kissing your temple. He took your face in his hand, planting his soft lips to yours. But those butterflies weren’t as strong as they used to be. “Talk when I get home?” You nodded, it seemed that’s all you did with him.

He then walked out, explaining his dismissal to his parents before leaving. You assumed it’s because Gojo came to pick him up like he always did. It was five minutes and you were halfway through the dishes before Toji came into the kitchen. He opened the fridge and pulled out a small bottle of sake. You expected him to leave after that, but he leaned against the counter next to you. You watched him open the bottle and take a sip, as if contemplating what to say.

“I uh, ‘m sorry about my boy. Something’s up, clear as day.”

“You don’t have to apologize on the behalf of his relationship downfall,” you say almost barely a whisper. Toji’s lips purse shut, he wasn’t apologizing for his son. He was apologizing for you. He watched as a tear fell down your cheek, trying to hide it as you faced away from him.

“I don’t appreciate pretty girls crying over my stinkgumi son.” You let out a soft laugh, hands washing a dirty porcelain china plate. He offered you some of his drink, cleaning your hands off before accepting the bottle. You took a big chug, impressing Toji by a change in your “good girl” persona. “Didn’t know a good girl like you could drink like a man.”

You softly chuckled, crossing your arms as you looked up at him. “Seems like to me your more of a girl yourself with how mysterious you act,” you tease. He let out a soft chuckle, your heart catching in your throat at the sound. It was a beautiful laugh, one that made your stomach go crazy.

“You’re a strange one,” he thinks aloud, making you shrug as you go back to the dishes.

“Guess I’m strange and pretty,” you say, repeating his words. He tried to hide the smirk on his face, liking the way you think and act. He started to see what his son saw in you, and he liked you a lot better than he did before.

He left you alone after that, meeting his wife on the couch. Ten minutes go by before you realized Megumi took the car. You stood outside, staring at the empty parking spot in shock. Then you felt a presence behind you, Toji tossing his keys up and catching them. “I’ll drive ya,” he said, walking over to his sleek black Nissan Skyline. You gulped, following him to his car.

You sat in the passenger as he turned the car on, roaring the engine to life. It smelt like him inside, along with being surprisingly clean. A bass heavy Petey Pablo song started playing, a very sexual song that made your face heat up.

“Didn’t know a late forty year old man listened to this kind of music,” you teased. He chuckled, his thumbs tapping on the steering wheel.

“I’m thirty-seven, and I grew up on this shit,” he said through a chuckle before a smirk. Your placed your hands under your thighs, listening to the erotic lyrics. You only felt nervous because this was a song you had sex too, and it may not have been good sex but it still roused some of the familiar emotions. You felt a second heartbeat between your legs and your breaths grow shallow. You hated it, hated how Toji was only heightening your arousal. He wore a plain black tee and grey sweats, exposing his defined and veiny arms.

It was a very painful ten minutes to your home, and a little awkward. There was tension, and it was painfully obvious what kind. “Look kid, I know exactly what your thinkin’, and it’s wrong,” Toji calls you out, making your face burn and body to curl in on itself. You nodded as you bit your bottom lip. You then stepped out of the car, not bothering to say goodbye with how embarrassed you were. Of course it was wrong to get turned on from your boyfriend’s father; but it had been almost a year since you were fucked and missed the rough sex. Now? All Megumi wants is soft sex.

You closed the front door behind you, leaning against it as you let out a pent up breath. You were aroused more than you ever were with Megumi, and you felt embarrassed. You spent a good two minutes self loathing, thighs pressed as you tried to get Toji out of your mind.

You heard a knock on the door behind you, a little surprised because it was close to midnight. When you opened, you were met with a six foot three figure looking down on you. The next moments happened in a flash, his hands on your waist as he pushes you into the house, his lips on yours in a flash. His lips were rough, and you loved it.

He shut the door behind him with his foot, slamming you against the wall next to the front door in the foyer. You let out a yelp, his lips devouring yours as his hands moved to your ass. “This dress has been driving me fucking nuts, and since Stinkgumi didn’t fuck you in it yet then I will.” You moaned at his words, his lips moving down to devour your neck and jaw next. You let your hands move on their own, on his chest and palming him through his pants. You knew he was tall and muscular, but you didn’t think that would make his dick that big. Not even fitting in your small hand.

You felt his hips move with your hand, his own hand rubbing your pussy from behind. You moaned as he slipped your g-string to the side, one you wore for Megumi. You gasped as he slipped a thick finger inside your pussy, teeth biting your lip. “Fuck Toji!” You moaned, his finger curling inside you. You felt like your skin was on fire, your pussy clenching against his finger. He added another finger, your body hitching against his body.

You slid your hand inside his sweatpants, fisting his thick and twitching cock. He grunted at the action, hips bucking up into your hand. “This is so wrong,” he whispered in your ear, “but I bet you like that; fucking your boyfriend’s daddy.” When you didn’t reply, he brought a free hand up to your face, slapping it hard. His wife didn’t like his sadist pleasures, but the sultry smile on your face said you loved it. He slapped you again, your pussy fluttering around his fingers as they thrusted into you.

He then slipped his fingers out, forcing them into your mouth. Your tongue lapped at his fingers, eyes never breaking from his green ones. A smirk adorned his scarred lips, watching you take his fingers. “Why don’t you suck my dick just as good?” He asked, taking his fingers out your mouth and slapping your face again. The side of your cheek was red and stinging, but you loved it.

You lowered yourself to your knees, eyes never breaking from his as you let him take your dress off as you lowered. You were now in nothing but your red g-string, hands slipping off his sweats to reveal his thick and long cock. You licked a line down his slit dripping with precum, relishing in his defined chest and black line of hair from his stomach down to his pubic bone. He looked like a sculpture from the gods, knowing this as a shit eating grin forms on his face. “Suck,” he commands.

You take him in your mouth, his cock filling your mouth completely. He had a hand reach down to the back of your head, fisting your hair as he helps you suck him off right. He knew he was big, his wife refusing to even try to suck him off because of it. Five years it’s been since he last got sucked off, and he didn’t realize how much he missed the sight. As if he could cum on the spot.

You sucked and licked his cock, getting it glistening with your spit. He loved it, along with the mascara that was forming around your eyes from tears. The sight was one his son clearly didn’t take advantage of if you were so unsatisfied. Toji’s head fell back as he bucked his hips up into your mouth, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat.

With each thrust of his hips made you gag on his cock, tears falling down the apples of your cheeks. But you loved how he used your mouth how he liked, your pussy missing his fingers with how much you wanted him to use your pussy like that instead.

He let out a deep groan before pulling you up by your hair, pushing your lips to his. His tongue dived into your mouth, exploring every part of you. He pulled away, leaving you breathless as you stared at him with glassy eyes.

“Go get a condom,” he says, but you just smile.

“I haven’t had sex in two months, you think we have condoms?” His eyes subtly widened at your words, there was no way it was that long for you.

“So you want me to fuck you raw? You dirty girl,” he purred. You just smiled with lidded eyes and a sultry smile, leading him to the couch just in the other room. He pushed you over the armrest, your ass on full display for him. He took his shirt off as his hand caressed the plush skin before him.

He loved the nice piece of ass you offered, not even caring it was already claimed by his son. If Toji wants something, his son isn’t going to stop him from getting it. His old girlfriends’ used to be scared of Toji, but you were the first one to poke the bear without fear. He liked that about you. He liked it a lot.

“I want you to tell me exactly what you want,” he affirmed, wrapping your hair around his fist and pulling you up so he could see your face-his other hand aligning his tip to your wet pussy.

“I want you to fuck me,” you moan out, hands holding your tits as you try to meet your hips with his. He just darkly chuckles, bringing his mouth to your ear.

“And my name is? I won’t give you what you want until you use the proper name for me.” He wanted to hear you call him daddy, wanted to see the redness form on your face as your needy cunt begged him to slam his dick inside.

“D-daddy- please give it to me rough daddy,” you cry out, gasping when he slammed his hips against yours. His cock plunged so deep that your legs almost gave out, your thighs shaking as your moans grew to quiet whimpers. It hurt, yet all you wanted was more. He began slow, watching your face contort from feeling full with pain, to feeling full with pleasure. He was eliciting noises from you that you didn’t know you could make, and it was pretty obvious. Toji just couldn’t believe his son didn’t know how pretty his girlfriend sang when she got what she wanted. No- what she needed.

His thrusts grew more pronounced and fast, your tits and ass bouncing with each thrust. You wanted more, wanted him to treat you like the cheating whore you were. And he was willing to treat just as such. His hand wrapped around your neck as he helped position one knee on the armrest to get a deeper angle. And with each moan, his hand squeezed your throat tight. He loved the sound of you choking, along with the flutter of your pussy when you did.

You were too much for him, giving him everything he ever wanted with sex. You were such a bratty girl with witty remarks, a girl who wasn’t afraid to back down. The girl of his dreams.

He pulled out of you, flipping you around so you sat on the armrest, legs wrapped around his waist as his hands gripped your ass. “You want to finish? Tell me what do I get from this exchange?”

You just moaned out as you offered your pussy to him. Yet, that wasn’t enough. Toji wasn’t one to want women, even shocking himself that he was married with a lovely step-daughter who he treated like his own. But he wanted your everything.

“Just your pussy isn’t enough,” he grunted, hair in his emerald eyes as he stared you down.

“Everything!” You blurted, completely drunk on lust and him. “You can have my everything. How you want it daddy.” Your answer pleased him, thrusting his cock back into you with inhumane force. The house filled with your moans and his grunts, the both of you nearing the end.

You came first, his mouth swallowing every cry as you came around him. He followed soon after, grunting and groaning as he came inside you. But the one noise he made shocked you, and it was a whimper. It was a noise you knew he didn’t make often from the subtle pink adorning his cheeks.

When he pulled out you pushed him onto the couch, straddling his hips. “I wanna hear you make that noise again daddy,” you pouted, teasing his tip with your finger.

“You’re gonna keep me up all night, aren’t ya?”

I literally just was like this ⬆️. During that kiss scene I swear, I just turned notifications on for you cuz I keep missing the upload for theses and I love them😭💕

Separation Anxiety (Chapter 05)

Put your lips on my scars and teach me to love

When a ritual separates Sukuna from Yuuji, Sukuna is delighted to find that besides having his own body, there is also another gift handed to him: The brat has lost all his memories and is now the perfect little plaything to take home and manipulate. At least, that's the plan. But the King of Curses isn't prepared for the feelings that come along with being human again. And another complication is how cute the brat is when he has no idea who Sukuna is and, instead of hating him, treats him with genuine love and affection. So, without realizing it, Sukuna suddenly finds himself on a journey of learning how to be loved and how to love.

++ Masterpost ++

Pairing: Sukuna x Yuuji Genre: Memory Loss AU, fluff, smut, light angst Word Count: 4k Playlist: Separation Anxiety Warnings: 18+, smut, mentions of violence, dub-con (Yuuji has lost his memories, and Sukuna lies to him about being boyfriends). All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

Chapter 05

This could be perfection. A venom dripping in your mouth. Singing like a siren. Love me while your wrists are bound. (Siren by Kailee Morgue)

Breakfast doesn't go the way Sukuna imagined it would. The brat sits across from him in a white shirt and grey sweatpants, looking uncomfortable and tense.

Sukuna watches him over the rim of his tea cup. What is the problem? He thought they had a good start to the day. The boy was literally drooling on him and checking him out, and his body unmistakably reacted in all the right ways to Sukuna's closeness. Hell, the brat had even cuddled him! So why is he acting so tense now?

Sukuna narrows his eyes. Itadori isn't even looking at him! A fact that makes anger surge through Sukuna. He follows the boy's gaze only to realize that, once again, his attention is on Uraume, who is standing next to the table, watching the brat with a stoic expression.

What is going on? Sukuna already explained who Uraume is and what their position is in this household. Why are they still so fascinating to the brat?

At that moment, Itadori sighs and gets up from his chair to walk to the large fridge. But before he can open it, Uraume steps in the way.

"Please sit down again, Master Yuuji. It's my job to serve you breakfast."

The boy blinks,

"Huh? I just want to check what we have in the fridge."

"Just tell me what you like to have, and I will get it for you. No need to do it yourself."

"Um, but... I don't even know what I want. I just want to have a look."

Uraume shakes their head, refusing to step out of the way.

"I can tell you what is in the fridge and then prepare a meal for you."

But the brat doesn't budge, either.

"But that's not what I mean! I just want to see what we have and see if I crave something! Get out of my way, please. Is it forbidden to open the fridge in my own house?!"

Sukuna watches in amusement. Oh, the brat is growing truly frustrated now. He stares Uraume down, towering over them, tall and strong. That stubborn fire is in his golden eyes again. It makes desire stir in Sukuna's stomach. He always likes when the brat gets angry.

Before his servant can retort anything, the boy quickly steps past them, too fast for Uraume to stop him, and yanks open the fridge.

Sukuna grins into his tea as he watches Uraume glare at the boy while Itadori grabs a container with strawberry milk.

The brat hoists himself up on the kitchen counter, sending Uraume a triumphant gaze. He tilts his head back and starts drinking the strawberry milk right out of the container while his feet dangle carelessly against the counter. But he still seems uneasy, constantly casting glances in Uraume's direction.

Sukuna can practically feel the tension in the room. He cannot have that. He cannot let Uraume ruin all of Sukuna's progress with the brat!

"Uraume, Master Yuuji and I are fine now. You can retire to your quarters. If we need anything, we will summon you."

Sukuna dismisses his servant with a wave of his hand. Uraume bows deeply, following Sukuna's order, their stoic expression not giving away if they are irritated by their Master's words.

Sukuna waits until Uraume has left before he gets up and strolls over to where Itadori is sitting on the kitchen counter.

He stops in front of the boy and grins at him while he points at the strawberry milk in his hand,

"Is it good?"

Itadori smiles at him and nods,

"Yeah, it's great."

He scrunches his nose and cocks his head, adding softly,

"Thank you for sending Uraume away. Is it horrible when I say I feel like I can finally breathe again when they aren't here?"

Sukuna laughs softly and shakes his head,

"It's fine. I noticed that you seem a bit tense when Uraume is around."

"Yeah, I don't like that they always stare at me. It's a bit creepy. Makes me wonder, did we get along before my accident? I feel like they don't like me very much."

Sukuna has to give the brat this. As dumb as he seems, he has a certain intelligence when it comes to reading people. Except for him, of course. The brat has no clue what is going on in Sukuna's head. But he is definitely right regarding his judgment of Uraume's feelings toward him. Sukuna has noticed the same.

Uraume's stance towards Itadori seems hostile. It's not surprising, though. Sukuna has seen the same thing happen in his former life. Uraume acted like that anytime someone tried to get close to Sukuna. His loyal servant never liked having other people try to invade Sukuna's life.

Maybe it is a form of jealousy. Uraume seems to be rather possessive of their Master. It's ridiculous, of course. As if they could ever be worthy of claiming Sukuna as their own.

But in the past, Sukuna chose to ignore that behavior. He liked Uraume's cooking and how devoted they were to serving him, so he let them stay without addressing their behavior. Maybe now things will have to change, though. Uraume will have to get used to Itadori staying with them. Maybe it's time that Sukuna puts them in their place.

He runs a hand through his hair and smiles at the brat,

"Uraume has been with me for many years. They can be quite overprotective. It's hard for them to accept someone by my side. It got worse when you had your accident. I was very distraught, obviously, and that affected Uraume too. But I will talk to them. Don't worry, darling."

The tension still hasn't left the brat's posture, though. Sukuna feels inclined to do more. He wants to erase those bad vibes from the kitchen. He wants to fix what Uraume ruined. He can't let the brat slip through his fingers again. And so he leans closer to the boy, cupping his cheek and stroking it with his thumb. His voice is low, almost a whisper,

"You are the man by my side, Yuuji. The most important person to me. I will do anything to make you feel comfortable again here in your home. Tell me if something isn't to your liking, and I will change it. Anything to let my darling feel at home again."

He has to suppress a laugh. He sounds like the main love interest in one of the brat's tv dramas. It feels weird to hear those words coming out of his mouth. But he can see that it's working. Itadori's gaze softens, and he leans into Sukuna's touch, smiling gratefully at him.

"Thank you."

The brat's gaze meets his. His eyes look shiny from tears gathering there, overcome by emotions. Sukuna can't help but smile, filled with pride that his little speech had the desired effect.

"Sukuna?"

"Yes?"

The boy lets out a shaky sigh. His golden eyes look deeply into Sukuna's while he continues softly,

"I'm so lucky to have you. Thank you for taking care of me. I don't remember you or our relationship, and that makes me feel very bad, but I'm really glad that I am dating someone who stayed with me through all of this. Through the accident and the memory loss. It must be so hard for you to see me like this without any memory of you or our time together. Thank you for not giving up on me."

He reaches out, and his fingers twist in the front of Sukuna's shirt. And then he tugs on it, catching Sukuna off guard.

Sukuna gets pulled closer until he is standing between Itadori's thighs. So close that their faces are only inches apart, gazes still locked. He watches the brat cautiously, surprised by his sudden boldness. What is he up to? Is this the boy's way of saying thank you?

Sukuna's heart rate has increased. Excitement flows through his veins, warm and wild, as he waits for Itadori to take the next step. It's hard to hold back, even for someone as controlled as Sukuna. He wants to close the remaining distance between them, wants to stake his claim, wants to bite and bruise.

The brat is such a big temptation. But Sukuna knows it will be worth it if he waits and lets Itadori come to him. The thought of seeing the brat willingly give himself to Sukuna is even sweeter than taking him by force. And so he waits, breath coming out in excited huffs.

Itadori's eyes close slowly, long black eyelashes fanning out sensually over his tan cheeks. He grabs Sukuna's shirt even tighter, making his fingers dance over Sukuna's pecs through the thin fabric. And then the brat leans closer.

Soft, warm lips brush over Sukuna's.

It's a tentative kiss, shy, tasting like strawberry milk and innocence. But it stirs a raging fire deep inside Sukuna, setting it ablaze in a mere second, burning hot and all-consuming.

There is no holding back anymore. Sukuna's hands dart out to cup the brat's jaw, his fingernails digging into Itadori's neck as Sukuna presses himself against him and opens his mouth to claim what's his.

Sukuna kisses him savagely, hard, as if trying to devour the brat. He pries Itadori's lips open with his tongue and licks into the warm wet softness of his mouth like a starving man.

Maybe he really is starved. Maybe that is what being locked away for a thousand years does to you. A thousand years in which he could only experience secondhand emotions through his vessel but never the real thing.

Or maybe it is because this is the brat. Sukuna's former vessel. The cage that held him captive. And this kiss proves that their roles are reversed now. Sukuna is the captor, and the brat unknowingly signs his demise with this kiss.

Itadori is taken by surprise by Sukuna's passion. A gasp escapes his lips, which gets lost on Sukuna's tongue. But the brat is brave. There is only the slightest hesitation before he moves his lips more firmly against Sukuna's.

His tongue licks clumsily into Sukuna's mouth, too fast and out of sync. A pathetic attempt at matching Sukuna's skillful kiss. Almost as if the brat never did this before.

Because he really never did this before.

Sukuna bites the brat's bottom lip as a low growl escapes his mouth.

He wants to laugh at the sudden realization. He wants to throw his head back and laugh in the brat's face and taunt him. This is the brat's first kiss! It's so pathetic!

But he should have known. He has been with Itadori for years. He has watched his every move. He has seen the brat and Fushiguro tip-toeing around each other. Obviously, both wanting more than friendship, but neither acting upon it. He has seen random girls in the street chat the brat up, obviously attracted to him, eying his tall, muscular figure and handsome face, batting their eyelashes at him, and trying to get his number. But he had turned them all down with a polite excuse and a sweet smile.

Sukuna had called him an idiot for not taking his chance to fuck. Had made fun of him about being too scared to get laid.

But he had known the real explanation. He had known that he was the reason. And it had filled him with the utmost gleeful delight.

All this time, the brat held back and denied himself all the joys of carnal desire because of him. Because he was always worried about being a danger to others. Because Sukuna was in his soul, in his body, always just one loss of control away from taking over and wreaking destruction on the world.

And that's why the brat never tried to date or find a casual fuck.

Because ever since that fateful day when he swallowed that first finger, he never was his own person again. He always came as a packaged deal which included Sukuna. And the brat didn't want to expose anyone to this potential danger. It was all because of Sukuna!

But Sukuna hadn't been aware that even before they shared a body, the brat hadn't kissed anyone.

This makes things even more erotic. Sukuna sighs into the brat's mouth, filled with satisfaction and pride.

He can see it now. It was always meant to be like this. That the brat would give his first kiss to Sukuna and no one else. That the only one to touch him would be the one he was made for.

It feels right in every way.

The brat makes a soft noise in the back of his throat as he tilts his head back and opens his mouth further to let Sukuna deepen the kiss. Such a sweet little thing. So eager to get claimed by his rightful owner.

Itadori's hands twist in Sukuna's shirt, so much that Sukuna thinks he will rip the fabric, clinging tightly to him while his lips and tongue move against Sukuna's.

Sukuna smirks into the kiss. This is what he wanted. To ravish the boy. To take everything from him and make him his little plaything. And the brat is so easy to manipulate. He kisses Sukuna back with growing urgency.

Sukuna groans softly. He doesn't know whether it's the thrill of finding out he's currently taking Itadori's first kiss or if it is the way the brat is kissing him. But something about this kiss makes his head spin. The brat is caressing Sukuna's tongue with his, hungry, needy, full of desire. He is a fast learner, already getting good at it. So eager to please and so starved for affection.

Cute.

When they part, the brat's lips are red and swollen, eyes glazed over, and an excited blush makes his cheeks glow. He looks sinful. Debauched. Like an angel that got corrupted by the devil.

Sukuna brims with pride.

He caresses the boy's cheeks, smiling at him. Golden eyes meet his gaze, and a matching smile spreads over the brat's face. "Wow... is it always like that between us?"

He sounds dazed, astounded. Making Sukuna laugh softly and lean closer to kiss the brat's cheek right next to his ear. He lets his lips linger there and whispers in a low, seductive voice,

"Why don't you find out, baby?"

After the kiss in the kitchen, Sukuna finds that the brat is more relaxed around him. He is almost a bit clingy with how he follows Sukuna around like a lost little puppy for the rest of the day, bombarding him with a thousand questions.

"How have we met?"

"You ate something that belonged to me."

"Huh? Did they mix up our orders at a restaurant?"

"Yes, something like that."

"Why do I have no tattoos?"

"You can have one, too, if you want."

"Where is my phone?"

"It got destroyed during the accident."

"Do we have friends?"

"My job doesn't allow it."

"What are my hobbies? Do we do stuff together?"

"Watching movies, working out, and cooking. We do everything together, darling."

"Which pet names do I use for you?"

That question makes Sukuna falter for a second. No one has ever called him by a pet name. It would have been an insult to him. No one would have dared. But he catches himself quickly and grins at the boy,

"Just try what feels right. I'm sure you'll find something again."

The brat cocks his head thoughtfully, watching him with those big golden eyes.

"Ok, Sukuna...um... I mean... Kuna, maybe? Oh, that sounds cute! I'll call you that!"

Sukuna cringes inwardly, but his lips lift in a benevolent smile and he nods. The blush staining the brat's cheeks is worth getting called pathetic endearments.

The brat is almost too at ease around him. They barely settled into their bed for the night when the boy rolls over onto his side and scoots closer to Sukuna until his back is pressed against Sukuna's chest, wordlessly asking for more body contact.

But Sukuna won't complain. These are the fruits of his labor. His plan is working perfectly. And so he wraps his arms around the brat and presses a soft kiss to his neck, wishing him a good night, reveling in the knowledge that the brat trusts him. That this stupid boy will happily sleep in his arms, unaware of the true nature of the man holding him.

"Did the doctors say anything about sports? I kinda feel trapped inside here. I know I'm supposed to rest, but I feel fine, really! Can we maybe go down to the park and go for a run? Or at least a walk? Please, Sukuna?"

Big golden eyes blink at Sukuna. The brat looks pathetic when he is pouting like that, begging Sukuna to please take him outside, like a dog. Ridiculous!

But Sukuna can see why that pouty expression worked on everyone else the brat used it on. On that blond guy in the business suit, Nanami. And, of course, on Fushiguro, who would have done anything for Itadori anyways. It even worked on that annoying white-haired teacher. They all ate out of Itadori's hand when he got all big-eyed and whiny. Admittedly, he looks pretty cute like that. Submissive and sweet. No wonder he had them all wrapped around his little finger in no time at all.

If you are prone to fall for things like that. Sukuna isn't one of those fools. But he thinks it's better to give in and take the brat to the park before he gets suspicious. And, after all, the prospect of going outside sounds tempting to Sukuna too. He, too, feels like a tiger trapped in a cage.

And so he smiles and ruffles soft pink hair,

"Get your jacket, darling. We're going for a stroll in the park."

It feels good to feel the soft breeze on his skin and smell the fragrance of the city. The small park is well-kept and relatively quiet. The few people they encounter all keep their distance. Maybe they subconsciously notice that something isn't quite right with the two pink-haired men coming their way. Or maybe they are scared by the tattoos on Sukuna's face. Regardless of what it is, they step to the side as if making room for the King to walk. Just like everyone did in Sukuna's past life.

Sukuna smirks contentedly. Some things never change. He is used to inspiring awe and making people and curses crawl at his feet.

One of the rare exceptions used to be Itadori. He was always rebelling against him, always being an unruly brat. But things have changed. The boy doesn't fight him anymore. Instead, he giggles as he looks at Sukuna,

"Aww, wait a moment, Kuna! You have something there..."

He leans closer and reaches out to brush some cherry blossoms off Sukuna's hair, chuckling softly as his golden eyes meet Sukuna's. His cheeks are flushed from the fresh breeze or maybe from being so close to Sukuna.

His fingers are gentle when they run through Sukuna's hair. Strong hands that are blessed with superhuman strength, and yet their touch is so careful.

It's a gesture so tender and intimate that it makes Sukuna frown. It's beyond him how naive the brat is. How can he be this casually intimate with someone he can't remember? How can he let his guard down like that and just give himself to someone? How can he show such honest affection toward someone he practically doesn't know?

It baffles Sukuna. But of course, he plays his role and thanks the brat, smiling at him and reaching out to trail a hand down the boy's back, steering him along as they continue their walk through the small park.

The brat's hand brushes against Sukuna's, and he interlaces their fingers, unknowingly holding hands with the King of Curses.

Little fool.

But Itadori doesn't pull away again. Instead, he tugs on Sukuna's hand and pulls him along, accelerating his steps as they near the small shrine, which is standing prettily on a small hill surrounded by cherry trees in full bloom.

It makes Sukuna think of a time long gone. He is hit by a sudden rush of memories. He can almost smell the incense Uraume used to burn. Can almost hear the soft murmur of the young monks who studied in Sukuna's temple before his enemies came to drive them all away.

For a moment, Sukuna feels almost nostalgic for this time before things got out of hand. A time when he was still human. A time when he was just the Master of a Buddhist temple, trying to spread this new religion in his country and practicing his powerful sorcery in an attempt to make his region prosper. A time before he had to constantly fight. A time before he was forced to die so he could be reborn more powerful again as the monster that would be known as Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses.

He hears Itadori's bright laughter and turns his head to see the boy standing amidst a rain of cherry blossoms blowing in the light breeze flowing through the trees. They drift down almost in slow motion, almost as if they are made of magic. Pink petals land on cherry-blossom-colored hair before a pastel blue sky and a red shrine.

And just like that, reality shifts for a moment, fantasy mixing with memories. And Sukuna sees Itadori dressed in a kimono, kneeling on the floor of Sukuna's temple, golden eyes wide with wonder as he listens fascinatedly to Sukuna's sermon while participating in an ancient prayer ritual.

Sukuna has to blink several times to make the image disappear again. He stares at the boy, thrown off balance for a moment. Unbidden, a series of questions floods his mind.

What would things have been like if fate had brought Sukuna and Itadori together in another way? Would there have been a life in which they met without Kenjaku deciding to make a vessel for Sukuna? And what would that life have looked like?

Would Itadori have come to Sukuna's temple as a young monk? Would they have met in peace? Would they have gotten along? Would they have lived side by side? Would Itadori have been loyal to Sukuna until the end? Something tells Sukuna that the boy wouldn't have run when the attacks came. He would have fought by Sukuna's side. Would he have died by his side, too? Would he have risen again with him? Would they have been the King and the Prince of Curses?

Sukuna huffs at the thought. Where do these foolish ideas come from? It's ridiculous!

He never wished for someone by his side. He never minded the solitude he experienced. He never looked for companionship or foolish things like friendship or, even worse, love. A great power like his always came with inevitable loneliness, and he accepted that without any second thought. He would always choose power over love.

"Are you ok, Sukuna?"

Itadori looks at him with big worried eyes. His hair is crowned by so many cherry blossoms that Sukuna feels the need to reach out and brush them off, letting his fingers glide through the soft pink strands of the brat's hair.

He schools his face into an amused expression.

"Of course, darling. Come on, let's visit the shrine."

They enter the small Shinto shrine a few minutes later, side by side.

The brat stops in front of the shelf with a vast selection of wooden plaques in different shapes and sizes that people can buy to make a wish. He takes one ema with a drawing of a tiger on it and turns to Sukuna,

"Do you have money with you? I want to make a wish."

Sukuna nods and proceeds to pay for the ema before he watches Itadori scribble his message to the deity of this shrine in his typical messy handwriting.

"What do you wish for?"

The brat shrugs and grins a bit sheepishly at him,

"To get all my memories back, of course."

He takes the finished ema and adds it to the long row of wishes already hanging in the shrine.

Some are asking for good grades, others are wishing for health or love. And amidst them is now Itadori's wish to remember who he is and what his life was like before he lost his memories.

A solemn smile spreads over the boy's face as he looks at the small tiger plaque, naively thinking the fulfillment of his wish will bring him peace.

The corners of Sukuna's lips lift in a smug smirk as his long fingers wrap around the boy's hand again to lead him out of the shrine and back toward his golden cage.

Be careful what you wish for, brat.

THEY KISSED!!! This kiss was one of the first scenes I wrote for this story, and I always see that scene so clearly in my mind. It makes me so happy to finally publish it!

But there is another scene in this chapter, which I added much later, that makes me cry anytime I read it. Can you guess which one it is? I will say it: The scene where Sukuna imagines that alternate life where he meets Yuuji without Kenjaku's involvement. It makes me so emotional. Maybe it's that little display of vulnerability that Sukuna shows here. I am always very soft for him when I think about his loneliness.

But our dear King of Curses is still very much in denial. Big bad Sukuna doesn't need anyone! He would always choose power over love. Yeah, Kuna... sure, darling. Let's talk again in a few months ;)

Thank you so much for reading this chapter, and I hope you enjoyed it! Please let me know what you think! Comments and reblogs make me happy!

All I’m wondering is why was Geto trying to antagonize Gojo like that lmao

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ CONTENT WARNINGS: CANON? WHAT 'DAT? SHE/HER PRONOUNS USED. READER IS AN EXOTIC DANCER. READER WEARS MASCARA. UNPROTECTED SEX. ANAL (AND MINOR DEPICTION OF PAIN FROM IT). SPANKING. SPIT ROASTING. GETO'S A JERK. GOJO'S GOT MONEY.

PET NAMES USED: LITTLE THING (NOT REFLECTIVE OF BODY TYPE, USED AS DEGRADATION), BABY, SWEETS, BEAUTIFUL. ゜・。.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ WORD COUNT: 3.4K. ゜・。.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ AUTHOR'S NOTE: I wanna emphasize first that not all exotic dancers have sex for pay and it's common for clubs to forbid it so PLEASE read this as just silly smut and not as a reference for the REAL heroes (jokes aside, exotic workers deserve respect and MONEY!!!) ゜・。.

“Hey, where is she?”

“With a client. Dunno when she’ll be done. The guy she walked with looked like he had money to spend. Might keep her dancing for ours.” At this the manager chuckles, thumb in his pocket smoothing over a fresh stack of bills from another dancer: his cut, of course. 

“Cool, thanks.” He says with a knowing sneer; he’ll make up for your dues. He always does.

Women clamor for the john’s attention the second he pivots on his heel to make a beeline for the hall of neverending private rooms but he doesn’t pay them any mind; his trademark glasses, black and circled are low enough for the dancers to see that he has no interest in paying for their attention.

Yours, however… Seems to just get more and more expensive. Your rate’s stayed the same, it’s him that empties his pocket for you every time. Call it an addiction and he’ll fess up to it. Unashamedly even. “She takes care of me.” Is an excuse he often doles out, to anyone privy to his lascivious, proliferating habit. 

But he should have watched his tongue more, guarded you more, because he’s run his mouth to the wrong people– well, the wrong person.

His best friend. Geto Suguru.

And Gojo Satoru just knows it’ll be his face he sees when the curtains are split. Prepares for it even, his fist already balled up with his knuckles drained of any color. 

They share everything. Everything but you, and that’s by design. Gojo, he’s… Fond of you. Too fond for the relationship you two share.

He treks down the hall, pace methodically slowing down the closer he gets. No, the rooms aren’t notated by dancer; that’d be stupid. No, because Gojo doesn’t need signage to know where you are. He can track you as well as any sniffer dog, infinitely better when he uses his genetic abilities for sin rather than any selfless endeavors. 

When he finally gets to the right room, velvet curtains glowing under the low light, he hesitates. The others may not hear your stifled moans, struggled breaths you’re so good at masking but you know as well as him: you can’t hide from Gojo Satoru.

So when the cloak of privacy is ripped away, it doesn’t surprise Gojo to see you in your preferred position- seated on a Geto’s fat cock, your knees pushed up to the ceiling with your feet bouncing haphazardly to the raven-haired sorcerer’s rhythm, which is anything but kind and intimate. He fucks you like he feels nothing for you and that’s because he does– you knew as well as Geto that this was nothing more than a paid relationship, and one built on a sickening revenge play.

Those pretty eyelashes of yours part, eyes shiny with diamond tears, when you hear the familiar slide of the curtains and you should be worried, should be on edge of someone catching you (after all, having sex with a paying customer is not in your job description) but when you see it’s Gojo, there isn’t much you can do.

Especially not when Geto seems to cut through the tension like it isn’t even there, pumping your cunt full of his cock until fluids spittle and splash from the velocity. He’s so much thicker than Gojo, foreskin so packed it really does feel like he’s making a new home for himself inches into your pussy, your walls spasming around him when the bulbous tip of his member seems to bump and grind against your most sensitive collection of nerves. 

You whimper and whine but Geto doesn’t miss a beat, swollen balls beating into your folds, squelches and the stench of sex undeniable even as Gojo stands by the entrance still.

His nostrils flare. His breath quickens. His chest tightens. His pants, so fitting before, now feel like a prison for the budding erection you are certainly nursing without even touching him.

“Gotta say, Satoru – hngh – you picked a good one. She’s an obedient little thing isn’t she?” Geto grunts out, the muscles in his forearms flexing as he keeps your pussy and ass on full display for his friend to see. Geto wants him to see you plugged up with no room for anything else– anyone else.

“Sa– Sa— Sator–uu—uu– ah, ah, right there, right there, sir.” You started off so innocent, bottom lip jutted out and puffy from kissing Geto all night, but your voice is immediately corrupted and on purpose as Geto mercilessly spears you on his cock, bottoming out every thrust and stretching your cunt to its limits.

“I got her all night.” Geto says with a growl in between, your hot and gummy walls squeezing the base of his shaft so tight his vision blurs for a moment. 

But Gojo seems to ignore Geto’s prodding, his attempts at getting a rise out of the man with irises that seem to never leave yours. Gojo drinks in your expression, lets the way your eyes seem to gravitate towards the back of your skull, your legs shaking not just from the degrading position Geto’s cramped you in but from the waves of pleasure to start with, drown the annoyance of finding you with his friend.

After all, you aren’t his… Even if he pays you like you are.

“Aw,” Gojo coos, zeroing in on his fucked dumb benefactor as he starts a path towards you, “Cryin’ just all over, aren’t you?” His tone is sickly sweet, with a twinge of something dark hanging just off his words. “Pretty baby probably can’t even see straight, huh?”

He looks for an answer. You can’t give him any. Your tongue won’t let anything roll off its drool ridden muscle but the sweet, sweet sounds of debauchery.

So he makes you, Gojo’s spine curving towards you as he grips your chin forcefully, makes you keep your eyes on him. Makes you fess up.

“Mmhmf– mmhmm—” He wants a response but with your cheeks hallowed by his finger and thumb’s pinching, all you can muster are muffled groans from Geto’s quickening pace, his brutal assault on your trembling pussy as he dares to carve his name deep inside you.

Gojo playfully pats your cheek just then, his hand falling from you entirely, just like the shadowed look over his normally jovial attitude. He starts on his belt, metal clanking away with the noise quickly forgotten to your moans and the club’s blistering beats. 

He doesn’t miss Geto’s furrowed brows in irritation as he does so. Nor does he care.

Because he saw you first. He found you first.

So he’s going to remind you why he’s the best. With or without Geto.

“You don’t think she needs something more?” Gojo croons, overconfident in his talents as he starts to go pap, pap, pap with his cock over your distended tummy, taking note of where Geto’s cock starts and ends by the look of his bulge outlining your skin.

You squirm, belly overstimulated with Gojo’s patting and Geto’s cock no doubt ravaging your guts. You try to keep your eyes on Gojo but you’re losing control, of yourself and of the situation. But you give in all the same, pussy quivering and spilling your juices until they’re dripping down Geto’s sac. “Y-Yes, yes.” You’re finally able to sing, lips still trembling when you beg, “P-Please, wan’ both of you.” 

You don’t know what you’re asking for. Hell, you don’t know the two men’s relationship with one another. It’s not like either have divulged to you the extent of their history; you’ve only been left to assume ever since Gojo stepped in, and that’s been minimal because well…

Your whole body is screaming for Geto to take you over the edge, bring to you a nirvana that’s all his own. But you won’t oppose Gojo’s own entrance to your pleasure, now his cock completely out and dragging the reddened tip over your lips until they’re glossed with his pre-cum. You instinctively lick it away, only for Gojo to praise you with–

“Good girl. That’s my girl.” Gojo seems to say louder than usual, “Gonna cum over his cock? Gonna let go? Let go for me, baby. Wanna see you cum.” 

“S-Satoru–”

Geto bites your ear just then, canines digging into the conch of your ear with little care for the yelp that shoots out your throat. “Who’s fucking you right now, huh? Who’s pounding this wet and sloppy pussy? Forget Satoru. Say my name or you’re not cumming.”

And you really can’t be sure who is the reason for the pleasure that overtakes you just then, from the top of your head to the curl your toes take as Geto fucks you through your orgasm. It could’ve been anything.

It could’ve been everything.

“That’s it, pet.” Geto hushes your babbling, a stark contrast to the rhythm at which his cock penetrates your weeping pussy. He’s fucking you like you’re a toy to him.

And he spills his cum into you, forsaking a condom because– “That’s not how Satoru fucks you.”

So when Geto pulls out, the opaque globs of his release start to trickle out, your hole absolutely stuffed full of the stuff that it overflows, running down in rivets from your thighs to your ass. 

Your legs start feeling like they’re running on pins and needles, your whole body suddenly realizing the tight, unbearable full nelson position Geto fucked you in for… You can’t even track the time.

But if you thought you were getting a reprieve, you were solely mistaken.

Geto still cradling you in the obscene position, Gojo leans forward, on the side his own face currently rests and murmurs, “How much to take that tight asshole of yours?” You watch his eyes dart to the cum still following the curve of your ass. “We have the lube for it.” He mutters so closely to your ear that Geto can hear it, can feel his friend’s hot breath crest his jawline.

You bite your lip, gasping at its sensitivity while you mull over the idea. But Gojo has something different in mind, kissing you hard to distract you from the logic possibly creeping in your head over the depravity.

And that’s how he gets you, kisses you until your mouth is equal parts your spit and his, hands smoothly easing your transition from the cage Geto’s wrangled you into. You follow him, intoxication bubbling in your brain and clouding your better judgment. 

“How much more, baby?” Gojo’s voice brings you back to reality, lifting the haze just enough for you to feel one of his fingers teasing your taut rim with circling strokes as you pose for him on your hands and knees, perky ass lifted high and your spine curved low. All the while, Gojo spreads the cum Geto’s left in his wake until your hole is sloppy wet. “Hm? C’mon, he couldn’t have fucked you that good.” 

“Satoru.” Geto’s voice stops you from responding, his tone low and dark but all Gojo can do is laugh and the bark sends shivers up your back. 

You can’t help but admit the tension is exhilarating. It’s dizzying, so much going on and so many things tickling your senses. There’s Gojo now with his index finger crooked inside your asshole, already working on a second, while Geto walks over to your front with his dick still out and half-hard. You can see the foreskin glisten with your juices and his and you know what he wants you to do the moment he positions his twitching cock in front of that appetizing gap between your lips.

“Clean it up.” Geto orders you, admitting defeat in that Gojo will do what he wants, when he wants and the most he can do is take what’s left.

He can’t be too bothered. He got what he wanted. You will no doubt crave more, plead for Geto’s cock. He can hear that voice of yours now, pleading with half a brain, “P-Please sir, more sir! Can’t get enough!”

And that’s how you end up tasting yourself and Geto, your tongue rolling around his shaft as you work towards taking him whole, your throat spasming at the intrusion to come. Your tight rim does the same when Gojo works his way up to another finger, honestly losing himself to the unfathomable pressure. 

“Shit– think you’re ready for me, baby? Tell me. Make him feel how much you want me.” 

You don’t belong to Gojo but you sure act like it, following his order so dutifully as you gargle on Geto’s cock, saliva leaking out the corners of your mouth down your chin as you struggle to moan with Geto’s fat cock stretching your lips more apart than they’ve ever been. 

It hurts. It aches.

“Good, good girl.” Goosebumps prickle your skin at Gojo’s words, your body buzzing with the pleasure of satisfying your longtime client because let’s face it… You have a soft spot for him too.

You gasp and inevitably choke on Geto’s member when Gojo’s fingers pull out swiftly and unexpectedly from your asshole. Geto’s hand shoots out just then, pressing himself so deep down your throat you’re weeping with your nose scrunched up against his pelvis. 

And he’s smirking at you, so proud to be in attendance for your ruination. It makes your pussy flutter around nothing, your entrance already missing the merciless, reckless way Geto pistoned his fat dick inside and out of you. He got what he wanted– you already needing his affection.

Gojo can see the way you look at Geto, the pools of color in your eyes locked on his twisted features, and it irks him. More than it should. So you’ll have to forgive him for the stinging swat that comes for your ass, both sides to even it out. “Gotta make sure you’re ready, sweets. Want you to feel me take this cute hole of yours for the first time.”

And fuck, no amount of preparation could ever hope to mimic the denseness of Gojo’s cock, how the tip of his cock smears pre-cum over the rim before making that hole open for him.  But it burns. It hurts in a way you have never felt before and you instinctively try to inch away, knees buckling forward with your hands desperately pawing at Geto’s abdomen for relief but you will find none there.

Because Geto’s all but ignored your pleading, choosing instead to start a brutal pace into your mouth, goading more slobber to coat his shaft while your tongue presses to the underside. 

And Gojo? He’s got both hands locked on your hips, so cruelly dragging you back to him. “Don’t run from me. It’s gonna feel good baby, I promise.” He talks to you so sweetly but his body language is mean. His nails dig moon-shaped lines into your skin, the other hand once again aiming for your hole with a fist firmly grasping his girth as he prods your asshole to open nice and wide for him. 

“Shit, Satoru. She’s gonna drown in cock and spit at this point.” Geto snorts, taking pride in the way your cheeks are streaked with mascara, how your lips bloom with a pretty color and shine with your own drool. His chest rumbles with a groan as he starts bringing your head to meet his thrusting halfway. 

You can only sit and take it, take it from both ends as the men, the friends, share in the pleasures of your body. 

Gojo’s at least taking it easy, letting your body acclimate to his cock as he starts with a light pumping. Just enough to squeeze his cockhead in a few inches, then back, but never completely out of you. He’s not that mean.

The drag of his cock inching deeper inside you with the passing seconds, you start to relish in the way he fills you up like never before. You can feel your stretched out hole convulse and clamp down on Gojo’s length, every time squeezing a sweet, sweet throaty groan from the man. You’re feeling sensations there you didn’t think were possible, nirvana settling in amongst the fog in your eyes as you feel pleasure running like lightning all the way to your fucked out little brain.

“Fuck, beautiful.” Gojo huffs with his hips slowly closing the distance between him and the curve of your ass, eyes mesmerized at your pretty hole being so spread out by the thickness of his shaft, the way it seems to swallow him whole until he’s nothing but a cage rattling with moans. 

You’ve never heard him sound like that. There’s a bestial growl in his words with a grip on your body akin to a predator having his first meal. He’s fucking you like he’s starved.

As if he wasn’t just there with you the other night.

You can feel your shoulders start to buckle, elbows worn from keeping your body up to satisfy both Gojo and Geto, the latter either unknowing or uncaring of your slight discomfort. From your short dialog with the man, you’re guessing it’s the second option.

“Hope you’re good at swallowing.” Geto grunts with the hand at your neck now groping your breasts, struggling to find a hold with Gojo starting up a pace that’s making you bob and weave, bob and weave.

Your nipples are so sensitive, just the brushing of Geto’s hand makes you whine all around him, your voice drowned out by the barrel of his cock. “Just – hmmph, fuck – like that.” He chokes out, opening his eyes when you start to mewl, an attempt at rushing the orgasm because now it’s becoming all too much.

Gojo’s cock running deep into your asshole, Geto’s member throbbing incessantly the more noisy you become… Your brain might as well be in the clouds, Cloud Nine because even if it’s overstimulating you from the inside out…

It feels so damn good. You don’t realize it then but it’s because their temperaments are so different. Gojo pounding into you, getting a little more rough with his touch and rhythm but still rounding his spine to whisper how good you’re being, how he knew you could take it in your ear until the skin is burning hot and all your nerves are tingling with euphoria. He’s so close, you feel the ridges of his hardened abs cresting your skin, both parties sticky with sweat. And Geto, so crude in the way he pinches your perky nipples, so mean in how he grabs you by the throat just to make your mouth around him shiver. 

“Mmmf– Mmm–” You start to cry, sobs held back when Gojo’s fingers finally play with your clit, rounding the swollen bud just the way you like. 

It’s that last round of whining that sends Geto over the edge, his cock spurting out more cum than you expect while the engorged head twitches against the roof of your mouth; it’s so much so fast that it makes you recoil and bump your ass right into Gojo, setting off a chain reaction that couldn’t have unfolded any better.

Your grinding all the way to the base of Gojo’s cock makes him pant openly and grunt straight from his chest. His fingers strum your clit so eagerly, you feel his desperation on the tips. He wants you to cum with him.

An easy feat, because his cock, so far inside you, perfectly stimulates the erotic center in your pussy and makes you see white. Your slick is already seeping out your neglected hole, dripping onto the couch, down your thighs that seem to endlessly shake from Gojo’s thrusting. 

Geto does you a favor, sliding his cock out your mouth and slapping it on both your cheeks, staining your skin with his cum and your spit. You’re thankful, because now you can…

“F-Fuckfuckfuck, feels s’good, Satoru.” Your words are slurred, your mind dumb with how Gojo is able to rip the orgasm right out of you, your pussy quivering around nothing while your ass clenches tight around his dick. His cock vibrates with every hot burst of cum inside you, making your ass wriggle and skin ripple as he unloads every last drop inside you.

He’s gasping for air, moaning throughout as he rocks his cock until he’s finished cumming. Your chest pressed to the cushion, you also try to get a hold on a stable breath, lips wet with drool and sweat. 

Geto has long left you two, choosing to start dressing now that he’s finally had his fill of you.

So he doesn’t notice, doesn’t even see when Gojo adds another stack of bills to your collection. Not for him, but for–

“See? What did I tell you? I knew you could take two.”

✨Mating season✨

MDNI, f! reader, established relationship (you’re married), creampie, somno if you squint, calls you angel, basically gojo cumming on the spot

you’re pulled out of dreamland by a loud moan filling the room from the spot behind you in bed. if it weren’t for the soft pecks tickling down the side of your neck, you would’ve thought your husband was having a steamy dream. but that’s not the case.

“nghh… satoru?”, you growl.

“finally. i’ve been moaning for the past 15 minutes in hopes to wake my hibernating bear up”, he breathes into your ear, “turns out”, he continues while pushing his lower body against yours, carefully adjusting his hardness between the crack of your ass, “it’s mating season”

“oh. that.”

again.

you often go to bed spooned with him enveloped around you like a cape — his left arm wrapped possessively over your side, elbow by your navel and his hand resting on your breast. his other arm passing under the right side of your waist with the palm and fingers tenderly placed on your shoulder. and in order to engulf you completely — satoru throws a leg over yours.

as uncomfortable as this position might sound, it actually brings both of you a sense of warmth and security. you feel protected in his huge arms while he’s at ease to have you there, safe and untouchable, like he’s your infinity — whatever comes to harm you, has to go through him first. you asked him once why he always wraps himself around you like that and the answer was one only he could come up with “to protect you in case the ceiling comes crashing down while we sleep”. you laughed, telling him to come up with a better excuse next time. he was dead serious though.

but often times spooning like this leads to something more, especially during summer nights when the both of you sleep naked, when it’s just flesh against flesh and his cock ends up hugged between the cheeks of your ass and his growing hardness forces him out of slumber.

“yes. that. pretty please? really want you right now…”, he coos, moving his hips slowly to place his cock between your legs, squeezed between your thighs, head poking out in front and tip leaking beggingly as if to reflect his plea.

you play your fingers on it, letting the precum smudge against your skin, “if you ask so nicely…”, you tease, moving your lower body back and forth to slide his dick along your pussy lips, smearing the flow of your own wetness all over it.

“fuck…”, he hisses, squeezing his ass cheeks and pushing against you in sync with your movements, “really wanna be inside you now”. his voice comes out needy, body covered in sweat from head to toe holding back until yours is completely prepared for love making, for taking all of him.

you tap your hand on his leg that’s still resting on top of yours, signaling to move it. after he complies, you lift yours slightly and guide him into you with your hand, pushing him slowly in. the gasp seeping from his mouth as he enters you is like music to your ears and knowing he’s been desperately waiting for this moment as his body twitches from the pleasure, is sending a tingling sensation through your abdomen and providing an extra flow of wetness between your legs.

“this— “, he grunts, stretching you slowly, feeling you around him as you take him inch by inch, “is where i truly belong”

“i’ll make sure to keep you there then”, you whisper breathily and put your hand between your legs to prevent him from slipping out, “see? all safe now”

to say this was his breaking point would be an understatement. a loud grunt fills your shared bedroom as he fervently bucks his hips into you three times before burying himself deep and erupting, filling you load after load.

“damn. you got me there, angel”, he chuckles breathily under his nose, head falling between the crook of your neck and shoulder to further hide his embarrassment in the already dark room, “you really just ruined your husband’s reputation by making him cum like a virgin after just a few strokes?”

“as if that’s never happened before”, you tease.

“give me a few seconds and you’re not sleeping tonight”

I-I don’t know what came over me…. I read all of them… I loved all of them… I regret only binging them because now I want more

Masterlist 2023

Most of my fics are really dark and will involve further dark themes. Triggers are always listed at the beginning of every chapter, so please be responsible in consuming content. If you don’t like it, please, SKIP. 

REQUESTS or interactions are great and I am thankful for them. Pls be kind I am just a soft ball of dough in the hot oven world. I will definitely expand in the near future. 

Jujutsu Kaisen

Sukuna Ryomen

Bon Appetite (dark) - Jock!Sukuna x Chubby!Reader

Status: Finished

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Epilogue

High School sure can be confusing for some, it takes a while to figure out where and how you fall into the dynamic of teenage cruelty. Although, you have more than your own emotions to figure out, all because you were caught up in his. 

Suguru Geto

Blessed Bruises (dark) - Yan!Priest!Geto x Follower!Reader

Status: Finished

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

You were too smart and snarky for your own good, in a bastardized shrine you don’t believe in, because of the death of your close relative you thought that was your chance for an easy out. But you’re not the God that gets to decide that, He laughs. 

SatoSugu

One shot (dark)  - The Future Looks Like a Concussion

Your cursed technique was found to be an underlying threat to the entire society, your mentors knew better than to dispose of you.