Madam Gojo - G.S.

Madam Gojo - G.S.

Synopsis. Gojo Satoru, the strongest clan leader in all of Japan - and the most dangerous, too. You, rejected by the elders, and totally not his future bride, right? Right?

Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, clan leader! Gojo, arranged marriage, Satoru is a little (very) INSANE and down bad, the elders are awful, oral (fem receiving), use of “madam”, unprotected, créampie, kníves, overstím, féral Satoru, heinous things, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 4.9k

A/N. I need clan leader Gojo SO bad you guys don’t understand.

They say that the head of the Gojo clan is the one person who could burn down this entire world and get away with it, too. 

The youngest of all the clan leaders - and the most infamous - a man who keeps his friends close, and his enemies even closer. Enough so that you’ve heard whispers of his cruelty at every nook and cranny of those stuffy social functions your family has dragged you to. And it was more than enough to paint a picture of such terrifying power.

Of a sharp blade and an even sharper mouth. Of an angelic figure that left no evidence, nor anyone to tell the tale - only the final, hauntingly beautiful image of cloudy white hair, and electric blue eyes.

Eyes that were currently locked with yours, and didn’t seem like they’d stop any time soon. Dangerous. Magnetic. Twinkling with such odd amusement from across the long tatami room. 

Gojo Satoru, the head of the Gojo clan - your future husband.

“Tch, the Kamo girl’s family had a much better reputation than this one.”

Ah, right. How could you forget?

You shift awkwardly on the mat, managing to rip your eyes over to the line of elders behind Gojo, whispering just loud enough that you’d hear - and, of course, remember once more that no, the marriage proposal hasn’t been approved just yet.

And considering those disapproving glares you’d been so warmly welcomed with, it seemed that they were well and fully intent on keeping it that way.

“I can assure you,” you fight to keep the polite smile plastered on your face, painful and slowly cracking with each passing second being interrogated. “My family is well-respected in the community.” Eyes snapping over to a silent Gojo, skin burning at his intensity. “Very well respected.”

“Come now. We’re just saying.” Another voice speaks up, strained and tinged with a venomous tone you knew didn’t bode well. “Your lineage isn’t exactly illustrious, is it?”

The emphasis on “illustrious” isn’t lost on you, and it’s so fucking dramatic than you think you could almost laugh. Apparently, a few of the elders think so, too - because they’re positively seething at the sight.

Muttering an icy, “Something funny, dear?”

“Nothing at all.” you bite back any insults, sifting around the contents of your untouched dinner - the last thing on your mind right now when it seemed like you were the main scrutiny tonight. “Absolutely nothing.”

“Such attitude!” That offended croak is met with murmured agreements and nods from the end of the room, “The madam of the Gojo household must be demure- I told the young master we should go with the Kamo girl.”

God, why did you agree to this again? Something about strengthening your family ties? You felt sorry for the poor soul who’d end up marrying Gojo, because no matter how much beauty or power he held, it certainly wouldn’t make up for this. 

Scoffing, the words falling from your lips faster than you could register them. “Then why didn’t he?”

And this little question somehow seemed to have struck a nerve - multiple, in fact, as you watch in morbid fascination as the elders visibly bristle. 

“B-because-” one sends a hasty glance at their stone-faced clan leader, flushing at his still-unwavering gaze on you. “You- It doesn’t matter. Someone like you isn’t suited to marry-”

“Right, because this clan is that great.”

You freeze. The elders freeze. It seems like everyone in the world freezes except for Gojo - who only raises his brow. Letting your words hang in the air like a foul stench, studying just how awfully you’re digging your grave deeper in this hellish marriage meeting.

Eventually, the elder closest to Gojo’s right mutters a painfully saccharine sweet, “I knew we shouldn’t have let the riff-raff participate.”

And oh it was like a dam burst open.

“-out of the thousands of girls, for someone like master-”

“The scandal, too- imagine letting the Gojo name fall this far-”

“Isn’t worthy. Can’t let the bloodline be carried by some whor-”

You’re on your feet before you realize it. Whirling at the elders head-on, and if looks could kill then all those old fossils would be six feet under and their graves a dance floor for you already. 

Fists clenched, you spit, “If he’s so wonderful then you all can marry this oh-so-great bastard yourself-”

Oh. You’ve done it now.

You were fucked. You were so very, very fucked. 

You don’t even bother to meet Gojo’s stare, instead wondering whether you’d be able to outrun the strongest clan leader alive. Sure, you could take those old toads but-

“Sit.”

Your heart leaps at the voice, the first time you’re hearing it since entering this room - deep, almost-melodic, and for a second you don’t even recognize who it came from. Not until Gojo’s flashing you a mirthful grin, blue yukata shifting as he moves to sit cross-legged, “Sit.”

Oh, God, you didn’t know of any torture methods one could do while sitting - but you didn’t doubt that Gojo was an expert in all of them. 

And as your knees buckle, sinking ever-so-slowly to sit back down on the floor, Gojo tilts his head in confusion. Brows scrunching together as he gestures downwards.

“On your…lap?” You question, as if the answer wasn’t glaringly obvious. 

The only response you get is a careless nod, Gojo spreading his knees further as if to prove his point. No care or concern as he plows on, “If you’d like, of course.”

It’s a silent staredown - you, and him - and the elders watching jaw-dropped, of course. None of you have ever known the young master to let anyone get this close - let alone give them a decision on, well, anything.

. 

A weighty beat passes. One. Two. 

He wins.

And you find yourself walking unsteadily towards Gojo’s imposing figure, all eyes on you as you plop down unceremoniously in his waiting lap. Warm - and it catches you off guard. Gaze flickering over his broad shoulder to look at the aghast faces behind you. Tension crackling in the air as they wonder the same thing as you at this very moment - just what type of torture method is this? 

“Interesting…I need this one.” You blink up in confusion, heart racing and oh- shit, when did he get so close? But Gojo’s chest only rumbles with laughter. Circling his long fingers around your waist, pulling you flush against his sculpted chest, “As the new madam of the Gojo household.”

What? 

The elders behind let out stifled gasps, as bewildered as you were. And you swear you saw one faint, though, you don’t get to take a close look, because Gojo’s gently grabbing your chin, tilting your head up at his pretty face. 

“Wan’ me to kill them?”

“Kill- why?” you sputter - both from his idea and the heat of his proximity. 

“Why not?” He looks at you through his long lashes, so deceivingly innocent that it makes your head spin. Tone so light, as if he was talking about something trivial like the weather. “An early wedding gift, maybe?” And he sounded like he was joking - you wished he was joking. But you knew better. 

So you swallow thickly, “N-no…thank you.”

At this, Gojo’s eyes twinkle. “Yeah, real interesting.” he coos, voice so uncharacteristically playful. And his lips are so close - too close. Running a thumb along your bottom lip, “Gorgeous, too. Tell me, pretty, what do you think of ruling over this trash?”

And you could feel every eye on you as you mull over the question. Weighty. Scrutinizing - except for Gojo who seemed like he was hanging onto your every word. 

Hell, might as well give ‘em a few heart attacks right?

Words that never come - because your body moves before your mind. And you’ve got one hand gripping his expensive Yukata, the other scrambling for his broad shoulders. Softening the blow as you crash your lips onto his.

Soft - it’s the first thing you register. Followed very shortly by the taste of those cheap lollipops from those local convenience stores you loved - strawberry, you think.

But you don’t get to confirm, because the kiss is over as soon as it happens.

Gojo’s pulling away with a strange light in his eyes, lips flushed a pretty pink, yukata dangling off his shoulder already. You have to train your eyes away from the milky skin, and over to the elders. Yeah, one really had fainted - three, now, actually. 

And only one of them is brave enough to pipe up a rapid, “You- how dare you dirty-”

Thud!

It all happens so fast you’re not sure if your eyes are playing tricks on you. In a split second, there’s a long dagger pulled out from his yukata, embedded deep into the tatami mat - not even an inch away from the elder who’d opened his mouth. 

“Out.” 

It’s so abrupt that for a second, you think Gojo’s talking to you, voice soft, and so so eerie. It sends shivers down your spine as you raise your eyes to look at his glare at the frozen crowd behind him.

Eyes wide, aura menacing - a grin gracing his features, absolutely nothing like the one he’d sent you - it was something so dangerous and cold. The temperature in the room dropping about ten degrees as he mutters, “I won’t say it twice.”

And immediately, it’s chaos. Each one stumbling over the other to run out the sliding doors first, none of them daring to look you in the eyes now. 

“O-of course, master.” the leader, seemingly, chokes out. One foot out the room already, “I’ll um- check that the servants are doing their work-”

“No. You all will stand outside.” Gojo murmurs, not even bothering to look at them. Instead, cupping your face closer towards his, “And close the door.”

That door could not have been shut faster, ringing in the tense silence. And suddenly you’re too-aware of the audience outside. Too-aware of being left alone with…your future husband? And the way he was looking down at you with something so dark in his eyes.

“So…” he runs his nose down your neck, breathing in your scent. “If you don’t want me to kill those bastards…what else must I gift you, my wife?” 

“Like what?” You gulp, back arching involuntarily into him. 

Gojo laughs at the reaction, teeth ghosting over your racing pulse. “An estate?” Dancing ever-so-slowly, up your jaw, “All the cars you could want?” He blows gently in your ear, chuckling as you yelp in surprise. “Maybe jewelry?” Kissing the tips of your ears, “You’d look gorgeous in blue. And the Zenin clan has the perfect necklaces I can…convince them to send over.” He pulls away, taking you in entirely, “Or maybe-” Lips now ghosting yours. “-something else?”

And then he’s kissing you - and you’re kissing him. 

You don’t know who leans in first, just that Gojo’s lips were so sweet on yours. So addictive. Palms cradling your face so softly, while his lips were anything but. 

“Open your mouth, pretty.” he pants into your lips. “Kiss your husband properly, now.”

Shit, you barely even realize the way you’re listening to every single word he says. Jaw falling slack to let him lick at the seam of your lips. Such a messy clash of teeth and spit and him - so hot and starved. Like he couldn’t get enough with the way he hastily moves to press wet, open-mouthed kisses down your jaw. 

“Satoru-” you gasp, and he nips lightly at your bottom lip once you immediately shut yourself up because shit, you’re getting ahead of yourself. Calling the clan leader Gojo by his first name? Hell, you’ll see the gates of heaven before you see an altar. 

But Gojo himself seems to think the complete opposite. “Don’t get all shy now.” he pries away the hand covering your mouth. “Call me ‘Toru’.”

You stare at him, wide-eyed, trying to will yourself to say this little nickname.

Too slow, apparently. Because his hands are suddenly everywhere - on your breasts, your hips, giving your ass a slow squeeze. “T-Toru-” you squeal. 

Gojo’s mouth drops into a soft oh! Immediately surging forward as if to claim your lips again - stopping mere millimeters from your lips with a pained grunt. Like it killed him to stay away. 

“See? Jus’ like that.” he angles your head just right, before spitting, once. Twice. Right into your pretty mouth. “N’ now you’re mine.”

And fuck if Gojo wasn’t going to prove it.

He’s laying you down on the mat, fumbling with the ties of your yukata, “Mine to wed. Mine to carry my legacy.” Thumb running over your hardened nipples as he urgently unbuckles your bra, throwing it behind god-knows-where. “Mine to-” Biting down, ever-so-lightly on your nipple, “-worship.” Hands dipping lower, and lower - just barely teasing the hem of your drenched panties. “Mine to ruin.”

You don’t know what you’re reeling more from - maybe from those words, which you’re sure he said loud enough for the elders outside to hear.

Maybe from the way he’s sliding a finger underneath your panties, sliding it up and down your puffy folds. Making you arch into him like such a slut as he pools your sweet sweet juices on his fingertips, popping them into his mouth with a low groan. 

“Oh. Fuck. Oh, fuck-” Gojo’s eyes roll to the back of his head. Not wasting a second before ripping off your flimsy panties, tucking them away into the waistband of his yukata. “Sweeter than I imagined.”

“S-so filthy-” you mewl, as he spreads your shaky thighs. Lips wobbling pathetically at how he’s admiring your glistening cunt. “Toru, no one’s ever…”

At this, his eyes are back on yours now. Half-lidded, pupil’s blown - and you don’t think you’ve ever even heard of the leader of the Gojo clan being so out of it, let alone see it first-hand. His voice strained as he breathes out a barely audible, “Shit- really? So then…” He’s moving to lick lewd little circles on your inner thigh, “...your husband’s gotta make this memorable, right?”

Gojo doesn’t give the time to even think about answering - he doesn’t trust that he has the fucking sanity to wait that long. Because you’re so pretty splayed out like this for him. Your moans too sweet. Your cunt too tempting. Too his. 

So, really, you can’t blame him when he’s plunging nose-deep into your quivering pussy, licking one, long stripe right up your swollen folds. And fuck the cute lil’ whines escaping your lips are so addictive that Gojo just can’t help but do it again. And again. And again and-

“O-oh my god, ngh- feels too good-” you card your fingers through his soft locks - something that would usually result in a lost hand or two. But for you - anything, for you. “More, Toru.”

Shit, if Gojo thought he’d lost his sanity before then he definitely wasn’t ready for this. 

“So needy.” he’s chuckling into your glistening folds. One hand throwing your legs over his shoulders, the other thumbing over your needy clit. “So perfect. Can’t believe no one’s ever hah- eaten out this pretty cunt before.”

Immediately, he’s squeezing his hot tongue past your folds. And it’s all you can do to buck your hips up so sluttily when he licks at your sloppy entrance. Your throbbing clit. Anywhere and everywhere Gojo could reach.

“Hngh- yes yes yes, too good.”

“Yeah? Ya like this?” He moves his fingers down from your already-ravaged clit, circling your sopping wet hole. “Ya like making such a mess on m’tongue?”

“W-wha-” The words get caught in your throat as you whirl down at the sight below you - Gojo. Gojo, with strands of white hair sticking to his forehead, eyes so glassy. Gojo, tongue lapping at your sweet juices, looking like he wanted to devour you with his eyes, as much as his mouth. 

At your reaction, he grins, furrowing his brow in mock-concern, “What’s wrong, pretty? Can’t talk?” Bullying his long fingers past that first feeble ring of resistance, massaging your plushy walls. “N’ you were so hah- feisty earlier. Thought my new mmpf- wife would be mouthy?”

You give his hair a warning tug, whispering, “Sh-shut up-” But it comes out more breathless than you intended. 

Gojo notices, of course he does. Because he’s letting out a whiny, “Sh-shut up.” Wrapping his pretty pink lips around your pulsing clit, “As you wish, madam Gojo.”

You hear a dull thud from outside, but you can’t even think about turning your head to look because Gojo’s drinking you in like a man possessed. Pumping his fingers in and out, expertly hitting that one spot with each and every thrust. Looking nothing like an infamous clan-leader and every bit on cloud nine as he rolls his tongue over your clit. Over and over and-

“P-please ah- oh-” you squirm.

“Move your hips like that. Yeah- jus’ like that, pretty- fuck-” The most powerful man in the country letting himself be angled and pulled as you pleased, grunting each time you drag your pussy all over his mouth. Fingers frenzied on your clit - sloppy. Fast. 

But it still wasn’t enough for Gojo - he thinks it’ll probably never be. But that’s fine - the two of you have until the wedding night to perfect it, right?

So he’s looping a big arm around one leg, pulling your snug cunt impossibly closer, reaching over to toy with your pretty clit. And then he’s nose-deep in your sloppy entrance, preparing you for what was to come - fucking you both on his tongue and his fingers. 

Jaw grinding deeper, stretching you out, thrusting in and out in and out in and-

“Fuck fuck fuck- Toru m’so…”

“Close?” he slurs into your cunt, grunting and smacking his lips against your own. Fingers just digging into your hips, sure to leave pretty little marks for him to admire later - and to give a message to those old toads outside. “Cum f’me. Shit- cum f’me, pretty.”

Gojo realizes it before you when you’re finally cumming - because your gummy walls are squeezing around him so tight that it’s almost difficult fuck you through your high the way he wants. 

You’re shaking. Blood roaring in your ears, vision spotty. Crying out a hoarse, “Fuck fuck fuck- oh my god, Toru-” Barely even realizing the way you’re rocking your hips so hard into his hot mouth. 

And Gojo keeps going. 

Even when you’re blinking your vision back, big fat tears pricking your eyes at the sheer overstimulation. Even when white-hot electricity sparks behind your eyes each flick of his tongue. Still toying with your poor clit, tonguefucking you so messily. 

“Toru, s’too- ngh- much- fuck.” You can barely get the words out, jolting. Wondering how the fuck his mouth wasn’t tired, yet - how his fingers weren’t cramping up, tongue still as greedy as ever. “C-can’t-”

“You can. You will.” he’s murmuring into your cunt. Running his mouth now, like he was drunk off your pussy. Words as fast and ragged as his tongue. “C’mon, faster. Harder. Fuck-” you flinch as he spits out little profanities into your messy cunt. “Fuckin use me. Use me like the good lil’ wife you are.”

“Oh- shit.” you whine. Clawing at the mats, Gojo’s hair, his shoulders - just anything to cope with the sheer stimulation as he made out with your pussy like a mad man. “Wait- cum- m’gonna…”

You’re cumming and cumming all over again. So hard, even as you grind your hips deeper into Gojo’s mouth. Riding out your orgasm on his pretty face, so painfully good. 

And only then is he finally pulling away. Absolutely wrecked, eyes miles away already, mouth glistening with your slick. Going all the way down his jawline, and onto the tatami mat in a deafening drip! drip! drip!

“Oh.” he runs his tongue along his wet lips. “Who made you cum like this?” 

A smile slowly splits across his face as you manage out a little, “Y-you, Toru…”

“That’s fuckin’ right. Me.” Hypnotized by the heavenly sight of you all fucked-out and twitching with the aftershock. Marveling down at his hand - glossy, and covered with your slick, “N’ m’gonna love you.”

And, well, a good husband always shares, right?

Because Gojo’s shoving his fingers past your kiss-bitten lips, pressing right at the back of your tongue in a way he knew would have your eyes watering, gagging around him so prettily. Eyes widening at the feeling of something so hard and hot between your legs. 

“C’mon, lil’ madam. Lick them clean f’me, will you?”

You’re gasping, “Mmpf- Toru-” Eyes flitting between a smug Gojo and the hand currently untying his robe. So teasing with the way he’s giving you just a flash of those boxers before oh-

Shit. 

You thought that he’d be big - it was expected, in fact. But this was fucking ridiculous. 

All sculpted curves and dips of his body, faint scars painting his milky skin - stories he’d tell you about later, you think. A fucking masterpiece. All the way down, down, down to where his throbbing cock was leaking all over those tufts of white at his toned pelvis.

Rock-hard, and so so angry. Prominent veins running along the side, flushed a shade of pretty pink that glistened with precum in the dim lighting. So intimidatingly long that it already had you worrying for your poor cervix, and thick enough that it had your thighs pressing mindlessly together. 

Something that Gojo obviously didn’t appreciate.

“Now now.” he tuts, pulling back his fingers to spread apart your thighs with ease. So far apart that it burned. “I need these legs open, pretty. I like the view, y’see.”

And he made it quite obvious, too. Spreading your swollen folds so shamefully apart with his thumb - wet with your split. All the blood rushing to his cock at the way you flinch in embarrassment, at the feeling of being so used. Cute. 

“Shhh, relax.” Gojo hums. Spreading the spit and slick lazily along your cunt with his fat head, purposely letting it smear all over your thighs. “M’gonna make this feel so good for you.”

And let it be known that Gojo Satoru was a merciless man - for everyone. 

Except maybe his cute lil’ wife. 

Because, yes, he’s suddenly splitting you apart on his massive cock. Yes, he’s holding your poor hips still, head dropping into the crook of your neck as he sinks in inch by fucking inch. 

But oh God does he have to hold back from fucking your tight cunt exactly the way he wants. The stretch too sinful, your pussy too heavenly. 

Instead he’s kissing away the single tear rolling down your cheek, muttering, “Too big? Aww, f-fuck, pretty. You needa breathe-.” Rich, coming from him considering that Gojo doesn’t know if he was breathing right now. Too caught up in the way he’s rolling your swollen clit between his fingers, gasping into your open mouth, “Trust me. M’gonna make it f-feel hah- good. So fucking good.”

“F-fuck-” Your head is spinning. And you can only give him such delirious little nods as Gojo starts to push in quick, lazy little grinds of his hips just to squeeze inside your gummy walls. Past that first, tight ring of resistance. 

“S’too big-” you squeal, nails raking down his back. “A-are you all the way in- yet?”

“Nope.” he’s popping the p, so unfairly smug. “Not even halfway in.” Drinking in all your cute lil’ sobs as he snakes a hand up to draw an invisible line across your stomach. “But you b-better be prepared, wifey. Because this-” Pressing down, hard. “-is where I’ll be.”

You didn’t know who wanted that to become a reality more - Gojo or you. 

Especially with the way your tight cunt is sucking him up so good, and shit for all Gojo’s reputation, he feels like he could’ve cum right then and there. 

“Shit- so fucking tight. God- you’re gonna make me lose my mind.” words so strained. So dangerous. He kisses down your neck, biting right above your racing pulse. “How do you want it? Like you’re my hah- wife- or my lil’ slut?”

A trick question, you think - as much as you could when you’re this cockdrunk, at least. 

Locking eyes down at the way your cunt was bulging so obscenely around his cock, clamping and quivering as he keeps pushing in in in- Unstopping. Relentless. Mewling a little, “L-like I’m your…wife.” 

“Louder.”

“Like I’m your wife.”

Several things happen at once - that faint muttering suddenly increases tenfold, and maybe if you were in any better state of mind you’d have noticed the few gasps. Gojo, however, does hear. 

It only takes an irritated growl and a split-second flash of metal for a second dagger to be struck deep into the thin wooden panel of the door - unfortunately for whoever just so happened to be on the other side. 

“That’s right. My wife.” And then he’s bottoming out - heavy balls smacking your ass, leaky tip nudging your poor cervix, letting you mark him up all you want as he rocks his hips faster into yours. “And you- ah- you realize they’re beneath you, right?” he’s stroking where he can feel himself bulging inside you. “That my lil’ wife just has to say the word n’ I’ll ngh- take ‘em all out?” 

You can only sob at the pressure, because his words are so soft but he’s fucking you so mean. Sounding like he was losing his sanity with each time your heavenly walls milked him. 

“I’ll kill ‘em- kill ‘em all-” he’s gritting out. “Hell, I’ll take down the r-rest of those clans ah- too if it pleases you.” Fingers getting so erratic on your clit, angling his hips just right to try and find- 

“Hngh- f-fuck, Toru- there-”

That.

So sloppy with the way he’s alternating between hitting that one spot and just abusing your cervix. Bruising - like he wanted to mark you everywhere n’ show it off, too. Biting down your neck, whispering into the skin, “Anything for you, madam.”

Rocking his hips harder, and he couldn’t give less of a fuck about the lewd little pool of slick and split forming on the mat below. Can’t even think to bring himself to be disgusted. 

“Feels good?” he’s drinking in your adorable sobs, “S’what you imagined?”

You’re torn between running away and fucking your hips up so bruisingly into his, hells digging into the mat as you push and pull away. “Yes. Feels- ah- ngh-” And for all your mouthiness earlier, you can’t even form coherent sentences right now - something that makes Gojo balls squeeze so painfully.

Something that has him wrapping his arms around your legging, dragging you like some ragdoll back to him. Rocking his hips so bruisingly deeper and deeper as he babbles. 

“Gonna make you c-cum. So hard.” He’s fucking you harder into the mat. Faster. Sloppier. “Gonna ngh- make you my beautiful bride.” Bouncing you on his painfully hard cock like he was claiming you from the inside - to leave marks for everyone in the clan to know. His balls on your ass, your nails down his shoulders, lips on your neck leaving little bites. “Gonna make you mine, pretty. And everyone else s’gonna know.”

And Gojo can tell when you’re close because he’s learned that you have a habit of squeezing him to insanity when you are. 

“Close?” At your delirious nod he’s giving you a blinding grin, “How cute. Why don’t you hah- cum f’me like the good lil’ wife you are, hm?”

Cum for him you do - thighs shaking, body jolting. So hard and violent that you’re covering him in all your sweet sweet juices. 

And he can only watch - awe-struck - as your pretty pussy squirts all over his angry cock glistening, and just drenched with your slick now. Beads of it getting all over his burning abs, trickling down every dip and curve as he uses your quivering pussy harder and harder-

“God, you’re so good f’me. Look how much you came.” Giving a final, harsh thrust. “So perfect f’me.”

So fucking smug as he finally cums as well. Letting out a low, muffled moan into your neck as he fills your poor pussy with rope after rope of seed, painting your walls such a sinful white. All the way until he was sure you were bloated with his cum, until he could feel it dribbling down the side. Looking down to confirm and- ah, sure enough, it was such a heavenly sight - thick globs drenching your clothes below. Spreading in a pool as his hips push deeper and deeper. 

Like it hurt to stop. Like it hurt to even think of tearing his eyes away from you. 

But, alas, this old meeting room could only take so much, and Gojo thinks you’ll enjoy his - your - bedroom much better for round two.

Which is how the elders outside found the door kicked open not too long after. Blinking up in shock at the tall figure of the Gojo clan leader at the frame holding you. Tired and limp in a princess carry, all bundled up your yukata and one of his outer robes. 

And they can only avert their eyes, faces burning at the hazy expression on your face, hair so unsubtly messy, bare legs twitching ever-so-slightly from where they were just peeking out from where the fabric had bunched up. Sinful. Desecrated. And evidently his. 

“Clean that room up.” 

Gojo’s stern command snaps them all out of their reverie. 

But before they could all run to do so, he’s plowing on, unapologetic and low. “Oh, and bow down-” chuckling lightly as they scramble to their knees before him - and your barely-lucid figure. “-to the new madam of the Gojo household.

A/N. On my period I’m gonna cry. 

Plagiarism not authorized.

God-ish

Thank you @princesschimchim1325 for indulging me in my brain rot and making me fall in love with Halovian reader <3 I went goblin mode to complete this hope you guys enjoy~

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"Sing for us, little dove."

A salacious moan bubbled up your throat as a pleasant tingle raced along the curve of your back, the warmth tickling the base of your spine and slowly pooling in the pit of your stomach. The halo floating above your head shimmered from the lights dancing outside your bedroom window, your stuffy room bathed in the warm, neon glow of the city below. Another pleasant shiver wracked your being as you stuffed your bottom lip between your teeth, nibbling on the dry skin as another pathetic whimper tried to crawl out of your throat. Your body felt like it was on fire, your blood simmering hotly in your veins as you were smothered between your two lovers, their combined heat almost stifling as your lungs pinched in your chest.

The tips of your ears burned red hot at the debauched sound coming between your trembling thighs, beads of slick dripping down the soft insides as your drooling cunt slobbered filthily around both Dan Heng’s and Blade’s cocks. Their thick girths made your head feel dizzy as their boiling cocks crowded your poor, soused pussy, teeth digging into your bottom lip harder as your velvety walls squeezed around them tighter. Every single hair on the nape of your neck stood up in anticipation as Dan Heng pressed closer to you, his chest brushing up against the clammy skin of your back as he nudged his draconic cocks a little deeper inside of you, the other cock in question currently ravaging your ass as the ribbed texture dragged against your sensitive walls. You could feel his hot breath tickle the shell of your ear as he hooked his chin on your shoulder, eyes drinking in the sight of where your bodies were all joined in fervid rapture. Goosebumps prickled your flesh despite the searing heat knotting in the pit of your stomach as Blade’s strong hands curled around your hips, calloused fingertips poking your soft stomach and squeezing until the irresistible pudge spilled between the digits. You whined softly, releasing your bruised lips when Dan Heng swiped his thumb across the seam of your mouth.

"Shh, none of that now, little bird" he whispered with a husky purr of your name. "We want to hear you."

Your fluffy wings framing your face started to flutter madly with a mix of arousal and embarrassment as you were rendered utterly speechless, hazy mind struggling to even come up with a coherent thought as you tried to think past the thick fog. Blade hummed in agreement as he nuzzled his face between the scorching valley of your tits, peering up at you with piercing, crimson eyes as he watched the movements of your sumptuous body like a predator, lips parted around sharp teeth as he searched for an opportunity to bite down. You gently scratched your nails down Blade’s torso, feeling his muscles flex and jump under the searing touch of your skin as another string of high-pitched moans were coaxed out of you. Dan Heng purred in content as his long, serpentine tail coiled lazily around your waist, the feathered tip flicking with excitement as you continued to bounce in Blade’s lap, your pussy greedily swallowing around them as more slick dribbled down the sides of their cocks and stained the sweat soaked sheets beneath you.

You took a shuddering breath when you felt the scrape of Blade’s sharp teeth against your chest, the sting of his bite soothed by the lapping of his tongue as he nudged his nose against your soft tit and enveloped a hard tip. A constellation of tears clung to the edges of your lashes as he sucked on the rosy bud of your nipple, his tongue swirling around the nerve as small bolts of electricity zapped along the ridges of your spine until your fingertips felt like they were going numb. Your senses were overwhelmed and overloaded all at once as you were split open on their cocks, exposing every single raw nerve in your body as the most sinful noises echoed around your room, the sound only rivalled by the violent shake of your headboard as you trembled along with it. Dan Heng’s forked tongue flickered over the shell of your ear as he gently blew air in the direction of your pretty wings, the fluffy feathers ruffled against the sudden chill as they shivered against your flaming cheeks.

"Good girl" Dan Heng praised softly, his fingertips ghosting over your side as a warm hum bubbled up your throat. "Taking us so well. You sound so lovely when you sing."

A hiccup of pleasure bubbled in your chest as Blade let go of your breast with a wet pop, your tits sticky with his cooling saliva as he dragged his kiss swollen lips over your exposed throat. Your eyelashes fluttered over your burning cheeks as the small wings poking from your mused hair crossed in front of your face, trying to hide your expression as you shyly averted your lidded gaze. Your pussy twitched and squeezed as you felt a hot moan dance along the hollow of your throat, followed by the warm press of Blade’s tongue as he lapped at the perspiration clinging to your skin. Wisps of his dark hair curled around the tips of your fingers, nails catching in his unkept hair as his hands curled around your plush thighs and squeezed. Your pulse wavered frantically in your ears, heart ready to shatter your ribs when you felt the intimate press of his black nails digging into your soft thighs, leaving behind crescent shaped marks as he coaxed your body to rock harder against him. You squealed in mild surprise, the disgruntled noise lodged in your throat as you swallowed the budding saliva on your tongue and tasting the desire lingering in the back of your throat. The rock of your hips faltered as Blade spoke your name, pearly white teeth glinting dangerously under the neon lights bathing your skin in an ethereal glow as he bared his fangs at you.

"Scream louder, little dove."

Your voice caught in your throat as Blade seized your neck with his teeth. Your shoulders jumped up to your ears, your eyebrows twitching as you expected the pain of his bite. Yet it did not come. You could feel the pressure of his teeth against your throat yet he did not bite down. The frantic pace of Dan Heng’s hips came to a halt as the hairs on his tail bristled, a soft growl in his throat as he sent Blade a harsh glare.

"Be careful" he hissed in warning. "She is not your chew toy."

Your eyes slipped open, mind trying to comprehend when they closed as you stared down at Blade in a daze. You saw Dan Heng reach over you to scratch his long talons down Blade’s back, stirring a groan from the older man as his body jerked. The snap of his hips started to taper off as he released his grip on your throat, tongue lovingly tracing the soft indents he left behind before his eyes were narrowed at the man behind you.

"I am being careful" Blade replied with just as much venom as Dan Heng had spat at him. "And don’t think I haven’t noticed you gnawing on the back of our dove’s neck."

In retaliation for having the dragon rake his nails down his back Blade’s hands grabbed his hips, fingers pinching and tugging on the skin of his bony hips until the younger man yelped. Dan Heng’s horns flashed with an ethereal glow as another sound stirred in his throat, but he swallowed it immediately when you finally intervened in their petty squabble.

"Boys. Peace" you spoke gently.

You pried Dan Heng’s arms from Blade, gently guiding them back to your body as they tangled around your waist. Your soothing voice was enough to make Blade relent as well, his hands slipping back to your hips as he placed a searing kiss to the hollow of your throat. Dan Heng nudged his nose into your soft hair, mumbling an apology to you as a soft hum warbled from your throat. You tangled your hands in Blade’s hair again, cradling the back of his head and pushing his face further into the crook of your neck as his lips blazed a trail of fire over your heated skin. You massaged your fingers along his scalp as you rolled your hips, your pussy sinking down further onto their cocks as they both shared a satisfied groan of approval. Both men shared a look that didn’t quite catch your gaze and with a wordless nod they both started to move once more.

You moaned loudly with delight, jaw slack as noises of bliss slipped from your tongue unabashed. You pawed at Blade’s scarred chest as you felt both the fat heads of their cocks smothered against your cervix, alternating and waging a battle to see which one was going to have the honour of filling your womb first. Your creamy walls pulsed as you weakly rolled your hips, unable to keep up with either of their energetic thrusts as both of your holes were stretched and pounded. You could see stars swirling in your vision as Dan Heng’s hands cupped your chest, your tits eagerly bouncing into the touch of his palms as his fingers tugged and pulled at the pert tips. His forked tongue flickered over the shell of your ear before he pressed his lips to one of your wings, making your feathers puff up as a violent shudder tickled the base of your skull. A lazy smirk crawled over Blade’s lips as his hand sneaked between your plump thighs, thumb brushing the hood of your clit as the little bud flushed to life.

"You’re getting tighter, little bird" Blade mused as your walls squeezed around the drooling tip of his cock. "And your pretty little cunt is drooling all over us. Do you want to cum?"

You nodded dumbly along to his words. "Please, please…wanna cum so bad" you babbled. "You both make me feel so good."

Your voice tapered off with a high-pitched keen, wings stuttering and flapping madly against your face as the blistering coil inside side of you twisted and knotted, fraying the last threads of your sanity as your body ached all over for that sweet taste of Nirvana. Blade’s hips bumped into yours as he pulled you down on top of him, working your hips at the pace you desperately needed as your pleased cries rung in his ears like a chime from a shimmering bell. The frenzy of wet skin slapping against skin made your pulse waver, drool gathering at the corners of your kiss swollen lips as your body jolted forward. You fought to keep your eyes uncrossed and prevent them from rolling into the back of your head but with the way Dan Heng was pushing his draconic cocks into you, making your overstimulated body feel every rough drag of his ribbed dicks, you had no hope of lasting much longer. Blade tasted the shape of your mouth as his thumb rubbed the tightly packed bundle of nerves of your slippery clit, pushing your body over the crumbling precipice as your world crumbled around you.

You drenched the sheets beneath your tangled bodies as the hot coil in your stomach shattered into a million pieces, white hot euphoria flooding your veins as you trembled between your lovers. You screamed and cried their names to the heavens as liquid ecstasy dribbled from your core, sticky threads of your translucent essence coating both Dan Heng and Blade as they worked you through your rapture. You felt weightless as Blade swallowed your hungry cries and you drooled around his tongue, your velvety walls pulsing and spasming as your body tried to coax them both to find their own pleasure highs. Dan Heng was the first to succumb to the sweet song of your body, a feral snarl tearing from his throat as he buried himself to the hilt inside of you. He rutted his hips into the succulent flesh of your ass like an animal in heat, thick ropes of his seed filling both of your holes as the warmth exploded across your abdomen. Your sweet nectar continued to gush from your core as Dan Heng’s sharp fangs pricked the nape of your neck, tongue soothing the sting of his rough bite as he pumped every last drop of his cum into you until you were overflowing.

It wasn’t long before Blade succumbed to his own pleasure, eyes unfocused and mind too preoccupied with the way you were fluttering around him to perceive anything other than the torturous rapture of your body. He thrust deeper into your pussy, the head of his cock occupying the space Dan Heng was pressed against just a moment prior. His balls tightened, cock kicking as he painted your wombs with thick ropes of his seed that filled you to the point where it felt like you were going to burst. You squirmed in their grasp, almost suffocating between them as they held you close and stuffed you full. Blade parted from your lips with a slick pop, only for Dan Heng to tilt your head towards him and capture your mouth in a searing kiss. You moaned as the breath was stolen from your lungs, the embers of pleasure smouldering in your veins as Blade filled you with another load of sticky warmth, drowning your womb as pretty pearls of white dripped down your quaking thighs in thick rivulets.

Once Dan Heng removed his tongue from the back of your throat, you were given a moment of reprieve. Your body trembled like a leaf in the wind as exhaustion settled deep in your bones. Everything was a pleasant buzz as you tried to regain control of your breathing, senses slowly crawling back to you as your pussy struggled to swallow and keep all your lovers combined spend in you. Dan Heng was the first to ease out of you, tail slowly unwinding as he pulled his softening cocks out from the holes he had been so passionately fucking just a few minutes prior. You mourned the loss of warmth when Blade followed soon after, tremors running rampant around your body as you collapsed into the soft embrace of your fluffy blankets and pillows.

You stared absentmindedly at the ceiling, head still feeling fuzzy as your wings drooped beside your head, the frazzled tips curling up like wilted flowers as you all tried to calm down from your collective highs. Your wings immediately curled up when Dan Heng crawled over to you, his body coming to nestle at your side as he sought your alluring warmth. His tail idly curled around your thigh, the tip tickling the inside of your ankle as cool scales warmed by your body brushed against your sensitive skin. He pressed his lips to your cheek, the palm of his hand coming to rest on your round belly as he stroked his fingers around your navel in a soothing motion.

"You were such a good girl" he whispered, kissing your cheek again as your wings fluttered and fluffed up in content. "Are you alright? How are you feeling?"

The concern laced in his voice made your heart sing, warmth stirring in your chest as you offered him a bashful smile. You combed your fingers through his hair, a pleased purr vibrating against your skin as you traced your fingertips over the branches of his glowing horns.

"I’m okay" you reassured. "Just…um…a bit sticky."

Dan Heng chuckled softly, teeth sinking into your round cheek as he growled playfully. You giggled, happily lapping up his affection as you feel into a comfortable position lazing on your bare back. Your attention wavered as Blade gently nudged your legs apart, nestling himself between your parted thighs as he looked up at you beneath his dark lashes.

"I can help with that" he responded.

His tongue peeked out of the seam of his lips as he dragged it over the bruised flesh, salivating in anticipation as he gazed at the apex of your thighs with hungry eyes. You gently nodded as Dan Heng kissed your cheek once more, fingers dancing along your stomach before dipping between your sticky thighs. His fingers spread open the puffy lips of your pussy, the glistening pearl of your clit twitching as another tight knot twisted low in the pit of your gut. The touch of Blade’s hands sliding over your quivering thighs was like a soothing balm as he made himself comfortable beneath you, mouth hovering dangerously close to the place where you ached the most. His tongue flicked over the bud of your clit, causing you to mewl with pleasure as your back tingled with pleasant ripples. Blade hummed low in his throat as his tongue parted your creamy folds, allowing your taste to melt on his tongue as he swallowed thickly. Your eyes fluttered, threatening to slip close as Dan Heng tucked his face into the crook of your neck, leaving a trail of open mouth kisses as he dragged his tongue along your throat. Blade squeezed your hips before your eyes could slip shut, making you snap back to attention as he placed a wet kiss on your clit.

"Eyes on me, pretty girl" Blade mumbled before he promptly stuffed his mouth with your succulent pussy.

You whined loudly but did as Blade ask, watching with rapt attention as Blade scooped up a mixture of your combined essence with his long tongue before swallowing thickly. Your intoxicating scent made his nostrils flare, curling in his lungs with each deep breath he took as he sampled another taste of you. You squirmed, wings shuffling closer to your face once again to hide the flustered expression on your face as your lips fell slack as you panted roughly. Dan Heng pressed himself closer to your side, whispering soft praises into your ear as he rutted his hips against you, grinding the weeping heads of his cocks against your thigh and smearing your skin with beads of his arousal. Blade pushed your legs higher, slinging them over his shoulders as his tongue delved lower, teasing open your pussy before slipping inside.

You threw your head back with a loud moan, overstimulated nerves boiling as Dan Heng pinched your clit between deft fingers, rubbing over the raw nerve as it zapped you like a live wire. Your pussy fluttered around Blade’s tongue as it pushed further inside of you, reaching impossible depths as he tongue fucked your sopping hole and lapped up the combined bitterness and sweetness of everyone’s cum. He moaned hotly into your messy pussy as the tip of his tongue teased the opening of your womb, rubbing sensually over the blistering hot nerves as he pushed your body higher and higher with bliss. Your head felt like it was floating in the clouds as you twisted between the sheets, strands of hair sticking to your damp forehead as another mind-numbing orgasm threatened to tear your body asunder.

"Gonna cum again" you said with a heady slur, toes curling hard into the soles of your feet.

Blade ground his hips against the mattress, desperate to feel even an ounce of friction on the aching head of his drooling cock as you bucked your hips against his face, pussy drooling more slick as Dan Heng’ fingers rubbed your slippery clit faster in rough, tight circles. The coil inside of you unfurled once more as your sore pussy squirted your sweet nectar, your face burning with the intensity of a raging inferno when Blade nosily suckled on your core and drank from you like a parched man. He rutted the flushed, swollen head of his cock into the mattress once more, the tip exploding with sticky strings of white as he pulled another orgasm from your sweet, weary body. Your mewls of pleasure turned into soft whimpers of overstimulation, tears staining your cheeks as a wet sob rumbled in your chest. Blade did not stop slobbering over your wet pussy until Dan Heng wrapped a hand around his hair and forcibly removed him, the rough scrape of his tongue parting from you dragging another weak and searing orgasm from you that left you twitching.

You cuddled up to Dan Heng as he kissed your neck, watching with lazy eyes as Blade shook Dan Heng’s grip from him. He was still so achingly hard as he hovered over you, face coming to press against the side that Dan Heng wasn’t occupying. His hot breath rolled down the side of your neck as he nibbled on the cartilage of your wing, feathers weighed down by his saliva and your own sweat as they shuddered.

"We’re not done yet, little dove."

Get Him To Swap Our Places(Scarred!Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader)

warnings: breeding kink, JJK spoilers, AU, Scarred!Nanami, yandere themes, rough sex, unprotected sex, lactation kink, impregnation kink, dark themes, possessiveness, nipple play, slapping, slight daddy kink word count: 1.2k pairings: Scarred!Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader a/n: based on ideas by the wonderful @beneathstarryskies Thank you so much for your beautiful mind!!! also art credit for the banner you can find here dividers by@/benkeibear

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@starsinmylatte (here is the scarred Nanami fic I promised you!)

“I should have just impregnated you before I went to that damn mission in Shibuya,”

Kento’s words ring in your ears. You whine softly, clinging to your husband as you rock your hips. He can’t quite fuck you the way he used to, but you two always make an effort to make love whenever you can. Kento had been thinking he wouldn’t be able to be intimate with you for a long time after the incident.

He pulls you from your deep thoughts by kissing you and nipping your bottom lip. Your walls clench around him and you squeal in surprise. You look into his eyes, loving the way the darkened and damaged eye still softens when he looks at you. He was never able to properly get the eyesight back, but he still looks at you like the first day he met you all those years ago.

“Did you hear me?” he growls softly in your ear. “I said I should have impregnated you instead of going to Shibuya.”

You whimper, “Baby, don’t think about that.”

He pushes you down onto the bed, maneuvering you both so that you’re on your back and he’s on top of you. You can tell that he can’t move you around quite the same way he used to, but he’s not afraid to do it whenever he feels like he’s got the energy to do so. He kisses you again.

“I just don’t want you thinking that you can just leave me.”

Your heart flutters in your chest. He’s thinking those thoughts again. The ones that cloud his mind for logical thought. He hasn’t been the same man since he’s healed from the incident, but you love him all the same. You cup his face in your hands, but Kento pulls away.

“Tell me you won’t leave me!”

Your eyes widen. You feel your heart breaking for the beautiful man that is above you. You try to reach out to touch him again, but he pins your wrists above your head. You then feel him pushing his cock back into you, making you cry out.

“If you won’t stay, I’ll make you stay!”

He begins to pump into you harder and faster; he leans in to capture your lips in another searing kiss. When you feel his tongue penetrating your lips, you let out a muffled moan. He enjoys playing this little game with you. But it’s not really a game. It’s a power play for him. It gives him leverage and makes him feel so good.

“Going to fuck a baby into you,” he grunts. “Going to get you pregnant.”

You try to reach out to hold him, but he has your wrists so tightly pinned to the bed. He’s enjoying the little squeaks and squeals you let out from being fucked so hard. Something snapped inside of him when he returned to you from that damn incident, and while sometimes it scares you, you know it’s still your Ken underneath it all.

His hips begin to snap violently, pushing the air from your lungs. Kento smirks as he watches you reacting to this. Your eyes rolling back, your mouth hanging open so slightly. Even your cheeks seem a little flush too. You don’t know how you’re supposed to last long with him fucking you this harshly.

“Come on,” he goads you on. “Cum for me, let me feel this pussy clench around me.”

He lets one of his hands come trailing down your body. Kento stops only to begin tweaking your nipples. He roughly pulls on them, causing you to clench around him. His eyes darken even more. 

“Is that what gets you off? Is this what will make you milk my cock?” His voice is laced with need and lust. “Cause you aren’t leaving this bed until you milk my cock. Do you understand me?”

When you don’t reply right away, he slaps your breast. You let out a yelp and moan softly. Nanami leans in to kiss you again, and then he repeats his words.

“Don’t make me repeat myself once again. You aren’t leaving this bed until you milk my cock, do you understand?”

You nod your head pathetically, “Yes, I understand.”

Kento leans in to take one of your pert nipples into his mouth. You let out such a cute little moan, it makes his cock throb deep inside of you. He leans over to take the other one into his mouth, sucking on it softly before letting it go with an audible ‘pop’ sound.

“Mmm fuck, your tits are so sweet. I bet they’ll be sweeter when they are all full of milk.”

Your cheeks burn even more as you hear him say the most feral things about your body. His hand is still keeping your wrists pinned above your head and his hips are still snapping and pumping as he fucks you more and more. You’re so desperate for release now. Soft words of pleading and begging begin to tumble from your lips.

“Tell me you’ll let me drink from your tits,” Kento grunts as he picks up his pace. “Tell me you’ll let me drink the sweet milk from these beautiful tits when you get pregnant.”

“Kento,” you whine. “I…’m gonna let you drink from my tits.”

“That’s my good girl.”

His hand continues to caress downwards, making you shudder at the calloused and scarred hand that’s touching you. He slows his pace just a little so he reaches between the two of you. You let out a soft whimper when his thumb presses on your clit, then he begins to rub it.

“Gonna cum for me? Make me cum inside you, huh? I know you want to make me a daddy.”

His words are making you feel even more aroused than usual. You and Kento like to make love, but he’s never been this rough with you since before the incident. You nod your head eagerly; your lips parted as you begin to moan his name. Your thighs are shuddering as the coil in your stomach is seconds away from snapping.

“Gonna. Fill. You. Up.” Each word is punctuated with a harsh thrust; the first one being the one to push you over the edge. “It’s the only way I get to keep my baby if she has my baby.”

Your hands desperately try to reach out to him to ground yourself. Your breath hitches in your throat as Kento fucks you harder and deeper; slamming himself into you over and over. The pleasure builds too much too fast and you feel the first orgasm teetering into the second orgasm. You cry out, your walls are clamping down on him like a velvet vice.

“Fuck!” Kento growls as he continues to pound into you. “That’s it, milk my cock! Milk daddy’s cock!”

Kento slams into you once more, his cock nestled right against your cervix. Ropes of hot, potent cum begin to fill your waiting womb. You feel so delirious and crazy, the pleasure filling your mind completely that you feel numb to anything else. 

He slumps against your tits, taking one of your nipples into his mouth. He closes his eyes and lets go of your wrists. Immediately, you begin to play with his hair. Both of you catch your breath for a moment; the sound of your breathing being the only thing filling the room.

“I love you,” his voice is vulnerable now.

“I love you too,” you reassure him. “I never had any intention of leaving you.”

⠀ 𝝑𝑒 ⠀⠀ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. your bestfriend, satoru, sends your cheating boyfriend a rather explicit video of the two of you as revenge.

tags. best friend!gojo satoru x female reader. smut, pwp. dōggy style. dirty talk. crēampie. reader gets called ‘pretty, angel, baby’. cheating. consensual fīlming. anon req.

“mmshiit, should’ve fucked you long time ago,” satoru hisses, his hips stuttering against the plump flesh of your ass. he’s unable to stop himself now that he’s got his pretty best friend underneath him—in a sinful position he has only had wet dreams of.

one moment you’re crying because of your cheating boyfriend and the next you’re getting your guts rearranged by your bestfriend who comforted you through it all.

your mascara stains satoru’s pillow, your drool doing the exact same. you’re acting like a total slut for his cock, mewling for him to give you more, to give it to you faster and harder. all of which is caught on tape.

“yeah? want more, baby?” satoru coos as he holds up your phone with one hand. his other one is gripping the side of your hip—keeping your ass perked up so he can continue hitting that right spot inside of your greedy cunt. the white-haired man snickers behind the camera, “c’mon—tell your boyfriend just how much y’ need your best friend’s cock.”

you know satoru’s filming himself hitting it from the back. it’s nasty, but it only serves to excite you. you know your ‘boyfriend’ will be enraged once he receives the erotic video from you. he’s never liked satoru neither, always preventing you two from meeting each other. which was a red flag by itself.

you’ll show that hypocritical bastard.

“need more, ‘toru, please—” you babble, your voice muffled by the pillow. your body jerks with each hard thrust. every move is made with precision, with the intention of pleasuring you until your insides remember the shape of his dick only, “fuckk, ‘tis too big.”

satoru grins smugly. you’re basically admitting that he’s way bigger than that excuse of a man you’re dating. his ego gets a huge boost and it shows when he drives his throbbing cock deeper into your tight cunt.

“awwh, i know, but i bet my sweet girl can take it,” your best friend encourages you through a raspy voice. the fact that he called you his ‘sweet girl’ drives you insane. your pussy squeezes around his cock in response.

satoru’s eyes nearly roll back from the way you’re gripping him. he moves his other hand around your hips until his fingertips find your clitoris. he over stimulates you until you’re crying of pleasure.

you end up clenching around his fat dick even more. it feels like you’re trying to snap his cock in half with how much you’re sucking him in. there’s not a chance of it slipping out of you.

satoru moans loudly without any shame, letting both you and your boyfriend - who’d watch the video later - know how much he enjoys pounding your cunt like it’s actually his; “y’re so fucking tight. you sure your boyfriend’s been fucking you?”

you feel embarrassed by how much you’re enjoying his dirty talk. satoru’s drilling his cock into you so well to the point that you’ve forgotten all about the intimacy you shared with your cheating boyfriend. it was nothing compared to how satoru is treating you right this moment.

the white-haired man continues, still not believing that he’s finally living out his dreams. your body is heaven to him. satoru can’t help but whimper at the feeling your pussy sucking him in so desperately, “feels like your pussy hasn’t had any dick in a good while.”

the way you’re basically screaming into the pillow is enough evidence to confirm that your boyfriend has never fucked you properly at all. that delicious arch of your back, that ass of yours bouncing back on his pelvis in circles. . . satoru just knows it.

you hiccup and try to speak. you know your boyfriend is going to see the video and that only drives you to be more vocal than you already are. you’re going to get revenge and you’re going to make it as painful as possible.

“y-yeah,” you agree with satoru’s words. your words are basically slurred—too cockdrunk to properly talk. you lift your head up for a second to breathe and continue your whiny babbling between moans, “he’s n-never fucked me as well as you—ngh!”

your voice is perfect. everything about you is. satoru isn’t sure if he’ll even last long like this. he wants to claim you as his girl already. he wants to thrust his cum as deep as he can inside of you so you’ll only think of him.

“poor, poor baby,” satoru pouts and rubs your ass gently as he watches it bounce back at him with every thrust. the view is hypnotising. he cannot grasp the fact that your boyfriend fumbled such an amazing girl like you, “it’s okay. i’ll make it up to ya, mhm? i’ll treat you like a real man would.”

you nod and whimper in agreement, which gives satoru the green light. you’re going to be his at the end of this session. he’s going to claim you as his—finally—after all those years.

you feel yourself start to tremble. you feel tingly all over and your moans are getting louder. the curve in satoru’s dick is making your mind go blank. it makes his tip hit the deepest spots inside you, the right spots. you’re desperately searching for that sweet release.

“aht, aht, angel,” satoru clicks his tongue whilst deepening the arch of your back. his fingers trace the shape of your spine, feeling you shiver from the touch as he pounds you silly. “hold it in, yeah? need you to cum for me when i do. wanna fill this cunt to the brim.”

you try to hold on the best you can. after a couple more thrusts, satoru’s breath turns shaky and his noises turn into whimpers—a sign that he’s on the edge, “fuck fuck fuck fuck! baby- ‘m gnna cum!”

you gasp and your body spasms and squirms as you reach your climax at the exact same time. you feel your cunt being flood with spurts of semen. it’s so much—as if satoru’s been storing all of it just for you.

“there there. such a good girl,” satoru sighs and pulls out of you after making sure that you’ve settled down. he takes his dick out as slowly as possible, pointing the camera right at the lewd sight. his entire length is coated with a mixture of your slick and his white cum.

you shiver at the feeling of being left empty. satoru soothes you by pushing his cum back into your pussy with two long fingers. he films the entire process, focusing on your stuffed hole for a few seconds before putting the phone up.

satoru points the back camera at the both of you, getting the entire view of the messy bed. he grins and puts a peace sign up—ending the video with a mocking yet cold smile that’s directed to the man who’s going to be watching this video soon, “should’ve treated her better.”

oh, your boyfriend is going to be fuming. deserved..

this is so cute omg pLEASE

Omake desu~(ㅅ´ ˘ `)

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❝Hopping bunny❞

Wolf Sukuna and bunny reader thoughts (continuation of this)

Warning: wolf Sukuna, bunny reader, big height dif, double penetration, true form Sukuna, unprotected sex (you got the pill, shhh), two cocks, lots of ear/tail tugging, spanking, manhandling, degrading words (slutty bunny, dumb rabbit), RIDING HIM, BOUNCE LIKE A BUNNY, praising words too (pretty girl, cutie, good bunny), aggressive overall, but he has sweet parts

A/N: I'm glad everyone loved the last one, and I'm so hyped to make tiny scenarios of wolf Sukuna and make a little series!!

Yeah, you're his little fuck toy.

He loves coming to find his bunny, his bunny, all alone in the woods. He can fuck you anywhere he wants, what is a tiny rabbit like you going to do? Sukuna finds himself growing attached. At first, he thinks your little cunt is just that good, he had to be balls deep inside daily, but he finds how you don't only make his dick painfully hard, but his heart clench. He's no fool, he knows what he's feeling for you.

So he'll show you by fucking you good.

"oh, dumb little bunny crying already?" He chuckles darkly in your ear, pounding his hips into your two already used hole, pressing his weight against you as he snakes a hand around your body, thick fingers over your sensitive clit. You jolt from the added pleasure, voice hoarse as you claw into his bedsheet, your arch starting to break. "'kuna stop, s-stop—hmph! I had enooough!" Fat tears start forming in your eyes, the pleasure overstimulating your tiny body below him, head smashed in pillows.

He ignores your pleas, bullying his cocks into your holes with ease, stretching them wide while he finds that spongy spot, making the tip of his heads press hard to bring out the moans. Your bunny ears perk up again, signalling the third orgasm that night, thighs quivering pathetically. The only reason you didn't fall flat was because of his crushing grip.

He watches as you spasm around his cocks, squirting messily all over his sheets and especially his lower half, drenching him in your sweet juices. He doesn't dare falter his hips having to drag the pleasure out of your tiny pussy as long as he can. Sukuna finds himself changing positions abruptly, from having your weak body under him to setting you in his lap, all while his cocks pop out, the one in your cunt staying and twisting inside you.

Your hooded eyes meet his, the contact making him huff out a laugh. He puts a firm hand on your ass, his index finger and thumb tweaking at your cotton tail, making it twitch. "You know what to do, pretty girl." His voice rumbles from his chest, holding you close from one of his four arms on the small of your back. "Hop on my cock. It's only one, you can do it."

You squirm at the simple feeling of having one cock inside you, the fact how every times he twitches inside you, your pussy would clamp down. "I-i can't," you huff, wearing such a cute pout with tears out your beautiful doe eyes. "T'big."

Sukuna doesn't take kindly to your answer; he's giving you the power to ride a wolf, a predator, like him. He squeezes you cotton tail and tugs at it, making you wince, nails digging into his broad shoulders. "I don't remember asking, slutty bunny, now did you remember me asking?" He scoffs, landing a small smack on your ass. You jolt, a small tear rolling down you cheek.

Another arm comes up until a warm and large hand cups you cheek, almost your whole face, and his thumb gather ups your tears. "Stop fuckin' crying. It'll blur you vision, don't you wanna see me?" He snickers, eyes full of mockery. "Now," he leans closer to your face, the tip of his nose against yours, making your bunny ears swoop up. "Ride my cock, cutie. Cum on me. I don't wanna repeat myself."

You grip onto his shoulder tightly and take a deep breath before you straddle around his body better, lifting your body up, his cock slowly gliding out of your pussy, and slam back down. Sukuna ruffles your hair, fingers dancing around your floppy bunny ears and rubbing them on the inside. "Good bunny." He gazes down as you repeat the action, still so fucking slow, but he enjoys your warm wetness.

He let's his head lean back, allowing you to use his cock to cum a mess. He likes the idea of having someone so tiny and cute squirting down his lap and balls, crying out his name in such a slurred tone.

"'kuna..." You whine out his name, catching his attention. He moves his head slightly, eyes cold as he stares down at you and hums in response. "Kiss me, I wan' kisses..."

Fuck, you sounded so needy for some sort of affirmation that you were doing well. Of course you were doing well, he was groaning with every small movement of your cute hips, ass flushed against his thighs and pussy dripping down on his cock. "You're so cute, y'know?" He comments before roughly grabbing your face, smashing his lips into yours. The way he shoves his tongue down your throat as your cotton tail throbbing and gives adrenaline, the praise, the kiss, and your movements get sloppier, rolling your hips against him, having his cock massage that one sweet spot in your cunt.

You find yourself so wrapped in the kiss you don't notice the way his overgrown tail protectively starts to snake around your small body, covering your lower half.

Sukuna grunts into your mouth when he sees how happy you've become, he finds it cute how you beg for no more and get all needy when he kisses you. You try to flow your tongue with his, yet he wants to have you submit and below him, tongue overlapping yours and catching all your whiny moans. He tilts his head, depending the kiss, making a shared firey passion. Oh, fuck, you loved it so much your moves started to falter, forgetting the strict offer to ride him and cream on him.

At this point, Sukuna does care, moving his hands to make you bounce on him, watching your pretty tits bounce in his face, against his chest and nipples are perky to attention. He breaks the kiss with a deep moan, looking how drool pooled from the corner of your soft lips.

"y' like that shit, huh?" His tone was a bit sweeter than normal, like he was genuinely asking you. You didn't even need to answer, he could see the hearts in your eyes and twitch of your tail—you loved it.

You vastly nod your head, eyes shimmering as you start to clench around his cock rapidly, moans growing in volume. "Finna c-cum, 'kuna—nnggh!" You blabbered out in a high pitched tone, eyes closing in bliss as your cunt basically strangled his cock.

"fuck, girl..." He leans his head back again, feeling an orgasm start to creep up. If your pussy kept expertly clenching around his cock like that, you both would end up cumming together. That fact alone heightened his arousal, his dick starting to eagerly twitch inside of you. "Yeah, go one, cum f'me pretty girl, cum, cum..." He thrust his hips up into your pussy with so much desire and need, wanting you hold off until he feels you spray your cum out, and he'll fill you up.

You fold into him, burying you face in his chest and squealing, your body shaking as you cum, feeling warmth spread in you because Sukuna busted into you right then and there. He let out a long moan in satisfaction, eyes shut and face scrunched up in pleasure—it felt so good to cum with you.

He pumps his cock in to milk out his last drop of seed into you. He finishes with you, leaning back against his bed board and breathing raggedly, but no worse than you, who was panting and whimpering. He runs his hands through your hair and grabs onto your bunny ears, bending them around mindlessly.

He smiles at you, four eyes taking your cute fucked out expression. You could swear you see his tail wagging, just showing you how bad he enjoyed this. "Y' full of my cum now?" He teased you.

You don't even retaliate or try to say something to his teasing, you just nod your head because it was true. There was a thick ring of white cum from where his cock and your cunt met, showing how overfilled you are that it was starting to leak out.

"cute." He deadpans, holding your head close to his chest, cock warming up inside you.

The sound of your breathing evened out, your eyes fluttering close which allows some tears that was building up on your lashes to fall; you fell asleep on his cock, on his lap... the urge to bite you became stronger, not like you would care for your complaints that you were bleeding a little bit, but who knew how hard he would bite you. He normally never cares to keep ravishing somebody in their sleep, he's done it before. But you?

"Better be lucky and rest, little bunny."

He'll do that later.

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He can bite me

Did we like this one @koshii-meji and @rowrowrowyourboat13 ? I sure as hell did.