ADDICTION

ADDICTION

|| the second entry for the series “𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐖𝐄 𝐃𝐎 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄”

content warnings ─── bonten! sanzu, murder, talks about torture, noncon, implied kidnapping, drugs , dark themes, yandere themes

ᝰ synopsis.ᐟ when colored pills doesn't give him the high he needed, sanzu finds a new addiction, it's better than ecstasies.

the gunshot seem to frighten you. i apologize for that. in line of my "business" it is my job to keep the empire mikey had built to flourish. these traitors are not the worth of the name bonten and those who are without use should perish.

it's also to serve a warning to you. never run away from me.

i have no intention of harming you, let alone scare you. it's only a reminder that you can never escape from me, even you run to the ends of the world, i will follow you.

shed the blood of those who dares to look at you. serve their head in a platter. cut every finger who dares to lay their hands on you. rip their limbs apart one by one and not even death could escape their fate from my hands.

why are you crying? you don't like that? silly girl. it's a punishment for them who can't understand that you belong to me. what? can you repeat that? you don't want me nor anything of this?

you got no choice. you've bewitched me. got me high of my feelings that i didn't know i was capable of doing so. you've made me addicted to the sensation of your skin in mine. your voice like bells in my ears. no drugs could make me feel like the way you do.

you're the most potent drug that i could take. intoxicating me with your light that flows in my veins and gives me euphoria reaching in my brain. you're the medicine in my pain.

sometimes you're also the cause of the aches in my body. you never really learn do you? what got you shaking? the body drops as i pull the trigger on his head. blood pooling at those empty head of this incompetent fool to never let you out of sight when i'm dealing with mikey.

this is a warning. don't test me. although, i vowed myself to never harm you—you need to be taught a lesson. nobody messes with me, no one.

ssh. don't cry. this is all your fault. you're going to take whatever i give to you. fuck! i might lose control of myself whenever those tiny whimpers leave your mouth as i pressed my lips to your heated skin. be a good girl. all i want for you is to submit to me.

tears won't work on me darling, i've seen plenty of it. from the men who for me to spare their useless lives with a gun in my hand. it would be no different to you. you're mine to begin with. i own you.

a blissful sigh escaping from my lips as i inhale your scent. such beautiful hair you have. such bounty you have for yourself and it's mine to exploit.

the straps of your nightgown falling down to your round shoulders the more my lips move to feel of your skin. this would be your life with me as i clothe you with the most luxurious clothes i can provide for you. money ain't a problem for me. i have lots of them.

your body trembles as i touch you. i won't harm you, i told you. think of this as a lesson while you think of escaping me again. there's no escape in my grasps. as much i hate to force you, this is your punishment for making me angry. if you weren't my precious little things—i would have killed you.

we won't like that don't we? stay still. it would be easy for me to take you or else it would hurt. never been a problem for me to put down people like you.

that's it. you weren't that stubborn when i'm putting you in your place. that's right. the sight of you sinking in the sheets with your hands gripping the sheet while you brace yourself for me to take you. your plump ass raised to serve me.

eyes rolling as i sink to your warm pussy. engulfing me in such warmth that got me hooked, wishing forever to be inside you and now we are as one. connected to fulfill our desires and to feed my addiction.

i hope you learned your lesson with this one or else i'll be doing it until it get through your thick skin. i won't get tired of it nor will i ever stop.

this is what addiction to you feels like. a neverending rush of euphoria.

｡‧˚ʚ°ɞ˚‧｡ ─── TO SHARE IS TO CARE

boyfriend yuuji who coaxes you in thinking that megumi is kind under that cold exterior of his, which he is, and he just wants megumi to meet people, well not exactly people but get closer to itadori's chubby gf.

under that cold/blunt nature of megumi. he's a huge perv. always thinking about how cute and soft you are. stares at you with nothing but the most filthiest thought anyone can think about you.

itadori may be an idiot and act like an idiot but he's no idiot when it comes to anyone who shows the slightest interest in his cute, chubby gf. itadori knows all too well the effect you can have on people despite your skittish behavior. a simple tug on his shirt, chewing your lips or whenever you need comfort from him in situations you're uncomfortable with. you're just too cute not to draw people attention to you and that includes megumi.

stoic megumi who can't help but be jealous to itadori for having a cutie like you. who dotes on him, gives the sweetest kisses before and after missions, who have you in his lap in every minute. it's almost annoying for him but it always starts in denial and like any other denials, megumi also wants that.

it doesn't take long before itadori noticed the stares megumi steals when you weren't looking. the abrupt change of his gaze when he caught him and the sudden redness of his cheeks. megumi thinks he's discreet but he's not so subtle in hiding this from him and with the little interest megumi had on you, compiled all the common sense he have, megumi likes you and it doesn't bother him at all. confrontation is what he needed to confirm all of it.

and so here they are. itadori cradling your sleeping form. your chubby cheeks smooched in his chest, his hand on your plush waist and megumi sits a few meters apart. your little snooze can be heard in the room.

"fushiguro." he calls out to the boy in front of him and megumi's emerald eyes looks back at him. the tension is thick and megumi knows it would be something more, judging from how itadori's voice sound. the seriousness and megumi may know what will be the center of this.

"say fushiguro, do you like my girlfriend?"

there's a silence followed by a pin being dropped somewhere. he contemplates for a bit. he sees this an opportunity but what of his and itadori's companionship. ruined by his desire of something's not his let alone belonging to someone else. itadori asked, could he lie? the cat's out of the box now so need for denial. megumi's narrowed eyes looking directly at itadori any signs for sarcasm but it doesn't. itadori was serious at the question. megumi coughs, closing the book he was holding in before straightening his posture in the chair and without a beat, fushiguro drops the answer itadori was waiting for.

"what if i say, i do." he says with no hesitation. there's that anticipation of being swung by itadori's fist in a heartbeat but it never happened. itadori blinks then his lips curl in a smile before chuckling. his brows furrowing at itadori's reaction, that's it? aren't you supposed to be upset or jealous that someone is telling you openly about desiring your girlfriend.

"i am too, fushiguro. thanks for being honest." itadori mutters, admiring at your sleeping form.

that was days ago and itadori couldn't shake the thought of megumi openly admitting he likes you. he did asked the question and megumi have been his friend for a long time now and he's open of megumi going down of you, only if you wishes so.

there's much more things to worry about when you're moving your hips sensually against his bulge. the friction leaving him to sink his fingers deeper in the flesh of your hips. guiding you to the depths of pleasure you were trying to get out from him, in which he gladly do so. teeth almost clashing and spits exchanging until your lips are wet from it. gripping his hair, making him groan and the sweet, breathy moans coming from you.

"c-cumming yuu!" you moan, signalling your impending orgasm and he coos, sings you praises how you were doing so good for him. his teeth finding home in the crook of your neck. biting into the flesh and your hands finding it's way to the strands of his pale pink hair and with a scream. grinding roughly on his length, hips moving into circles and with the rutting of his hips, you came undone. soiling your panties damp with your essence and his followed suit. busting his nut inside and he groans, feeling the stickiness of it. you both stared at each other. catching your breaths from the dry high.

itadori kisses your nose, then to your cherubic cheeks. eliciting the most sweetest giggles coming from you and he doesn't waste in telling you about something, someone.

"what do you think of fushiguro?" he brought up and the name earning a frown from you. confusion and your brows crinkles at the question. "what about fushiguro?" you asked back at him. he draws patterns at the skin of your waist. averting his gaze at you whenever in deep thought.

a silly but a possible idea popped up in your mind. "do you have hots for megumi, yuuji?" making a disbelief expression in your face as a way to tease him and a horrified expression morphs into his face. sputtering a quick no and shaking his head. "it's not like that, actually talked about you." he confesses.

"me?" he nods then explains the whole situation to you. about megumi liking you and his want for you to be with him. "are you pimping me to your friend?" you asked confused at the absurdity of the whole ordeal. "no, it's not like that. i just want him to be happy."

"and do you think it's the best idea?" he nods, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. the idea scares you and it will be megumi out of all people. it's not like you hated the guy. you were just simply intimated at his nature but he's a good guy and yuuji and him openly discussing he desires you. you're yuuji's girlfriend and admitting he likes you in front of yuuji. he sure have guts. it made you unsure and how itadori agrees with this. your mind running in gears with the question is this totally fine? in which itadori says so.

"will it make you happy?" the sound of your voice gentle and his heart skips a beat. considerate of what he wants, such a doting girlfriend he have. "if it is, okay." you added and that's the confirmation he need before swooping you for a heated kiss. the night ending in a good note.

there's a nagging voice inside his head. the gulps of a invisible lump in his throat and did the air seems to be humid than it is? he's speechless. you were kneeling, hands in your lap while you look at him. you were presented to him like a gift.

is this for real? he thought itadori was just kidding when he presented the idea of sharing you with him and with your consent. he can barely wait to sink his teeth into yours.

"be good for us." itadori whispers, biting the shell of your ear before dipping for a kiss, peering at his classmate, disbelief painting in his face. "come on fushiguro." the pink-haired boy calls out to him. moving to the side and megumi hesitantly sinks into the mattress. facing the girl he desires for months.

biting your lips unconsciously and megumi instinctively caress your cheeks with his hands and so ever gently pressed a kiss to your lips. he waits for a reaction, you never pushed him and he moves his lips, nibbles your lower lip and you're already in a daze.

itadori smiles at your reaction. looking relax and you're already accepting megumi. he can't help but to cup your jaw and move it to the side to kiss you deeply. there's that whine and mewling. your spit connecting to his and megumi finds it hot. looking so adorable and needy for the both of them. pushing you down to the soft mattress and he sucks on the skin in your pulse point in which earned him a delectable moan from you.

his nimble fingers unbuttoning your top and did he find the sight so appetizing. your chest in display, stomach riddled with stretch marks. you're a temptation. he can't help but to lick his lips. discarding his shirt and throwing it to the other side of the room.

you peered at your boyfriend and he meet your gaze in which he smiled. telling how good you are and it make your heart flutters. holding his hands for what to come when the spiked-haired boy is already nipping on your soft skin.

itadori joins in. his tongue swirling all over the expanse of your body. he looks at fushiguro. "you're not the only one who can enjoy my baby, fushiguro." in which the latter grunted. focusing on the way your body reacts to his ministrations.

it's to good to be a dream and megumi swallows your moans while swirling his tongue inside your mouth. your eyes turning glossy and there's a cry. itadori making his way to your sopping cunt. in which he didn't let your boyfriend do as he pleases with his tongue. his fingers replacing and that your cries gets louder while he pumps his thick fingers inside you.

it starts to get competitive between the two. their greediness baring it's fangs and there's a silent clash between them who can bring you the most pleasure. megumi could get more what he bargained for but it doesn't mean he couldn't be greedy when you're presented in front of him. itadori who knows your body than you, agrees with him.

let's just hope you can take what they'll give to you.

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wanna ask for gojo satoru x pregnant reader

just wanna ask where reader is horny(ofc cuz of the pregnancy hormones) and ofc gojo comes to the rescue

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WHAT DO YOU NEED, BABY?

HUSBAND! GOJO SATORU X WIFE! CHUBBY READER

content warnings ─── pregnant sex, overstimulation, creampies, chair sex, fluff, established relationship, breeding kink.

ᝰ synopsis .ᐟ your husband is more than willing to provide what you need.

"satoru?"

a small voice coming from the door made his head raise, letting out a hum to acknowledge his wife who was calling out from him.

"what is it, my wife?" the endearment and the title bringing pride in his chest. gojo could finally call you his wife. dreamt of it for months, he imagines you wearing a traditional kimono with patterns and colors swirling in the clothing and it's no longer an imagination. now you're standing in the doorway of the confines of his home. drinking the sight of you— his darling wife wearing a nightie. the clothing highlighting every curve and the chub of your body and the most prominent your swollen belly, pregnant with his child.

"can you help me?" timidly asking him while fiddling with your fingers, even at this stage of your relationship with him. you were still a little shy around him. taking a few steps to get to him and gojo greeted you with open arms and smile. pulling you in his lap and wraps his arm around your stomach. feeling the large bump and rubbing circles in the skin.

"what help do you need from your strongest and greatest husband?" you almost snorted at the praises he calls himself which is true but you need something, something to satiate the growing desire pooling between your legs. blame the pregnancy for this. nobody told you pregnancy comes with a libido that leaves you restless and desperate for your husband.

glossy eyes stares at his blue ones and gojo melts at the misty eyes of his wife and the air in his lungs knocking out when you muttered the next words.

"want you to fuck me, toru."

you requested and "o" shape forming in his lips before grinning. ready to serve his pretty wife. you're so fucking adorable when you ask him for pleasure and his large hands in your thighs riding up the nightie.

"you're so tight, baby..." he moans out gripping your plush waist while he drills his cock inside your sopping cunt. there's a cry and a moan ripping out from you when you can feel another orgasm building up in your stomach.

"s-slow down, 'toru." you cried out, too sensitive and overstimulated to have a another orgasm but he can't stop. enjoying your pregnancy throughout the trimester more than you. you were thankful from having a supportive and doting husband but he's unstoppable when it comes to this. you asked for it but when your heightened senses it feels too good.

the chair creaks from the ministrations but none of you paid mind from it. too occupied and drown in chasing your own pleasures. "no way i'll slow down, baby." he almost curses when you squeezed around him. choking his dick into your warm, velvety walls. "not when you're so good around me." he continued and when gojo satoru starts with his babbling it would be no end.

"doing so good for me, pretty baby. you like it when i stuff you with my cock? tell me, tell me how your husband makes you feel so good."

you can only nod, the tears streaming down your face while you sink in his thick and long cock. you come again around his length. a creamy, white ring can be seen around his cock but he still continued his inhumane thrusts to your fat pussy but still careful not to hurt you.

"'toru!" nails digging crescents into his pale skin and gojo welcomes it. the sensation of skin breaking and your sweaty skin pressed against him is enough to topple him into the edge.

his hips stuttering while he empties his load inside you. spurts and spurts of his hot cum warning your insides as he came. it overflows from your hole, leaking through the sides and gojo hisses. the wetness of your juices dripping in his muscular thighs, mixing with his cum.

gojo kisses you for doing amazing, tongue swirling the expanse of your mouth. whispering how beautiful you are for being a good baby mama for him. with your cum and his dripping and looking at your swollen belly. it won't be too long before you'll be giving birth and gojo can't wait to fill you up again.

gojo holds your plush body against his. peppering your shoulder with kisses and gojo murmurs into your skin.

"you're going to be the best mama, baby."

gojo had been in this situation many times where you ran away from him and he knows it all too well. he could be a menace at times. could be too much at times with his antics. he knows it very well and seeing you running away from him, unlocked this feeling that he never knew he have. something primal—an instinct to hunt, to devour something with the metallic taste of blood in his tongue.

the way your body bounces with a huff, like a bunny hopping away from its predator.

you're in for the hunt and gojo likes it. he lets you run. giving him a setback of few minutes of making sure you were far from him but gojo knew you, more than you could ever know yourself. from your scent, to your heartbeat and to your small intakes of puff in your breath. it's like instinct for him to mark you and own you.

the teeth marks on your skin are evidence. they're like tattoos permanently etched in your skin. it fades but gojo replaces it with such eagerness until they're permanently marked in your supple skin.

when satoru decided that you've given him more time for him to get you and so, the hunt begins.

he didn't need his six eyes nor his ability to detect someone. it's all natural for him to sense you. no matter the distance or the poor attempt of disguising yourself.

“gotcha.” he says in his playful voice like it's the most innocent thing. you can never fool him. it's too easy. you and him were one. never be separated for too long. the other one ends up too delirious or maybe—crazy. lose control of what they are to feed the hunger in the pits of their soul. it doesn't work for him though, everything the gojo satoru can be but never temperamental and quick to diminish stuff. he's lax and cool. that what he is.

well, he could lose control too.

his hold to you, a vice grip like. fingers digs in the pudginess of your body. one he explored many times. claimed and marked. your back pressed in his chest. your heart beat thrumming like nails tapping in a hardwood desk.

it was never an intention to run. you could never escape his grasp. he's too much sometimes. biting your round cheeks like they were the mochi desserts he always had in missions. it leaves mark for everyone to see.

it never prepared you how dating gojo satoru could be like this. obsessive. it's not like you're going anywhere.

he holds you for a moment—his lips nibbling on the shell of your ear sending shivers down your spine while his hands grabbing the handful of flesh in your stomach through your uniform.

his index finger swipes to feel the shape of your lips. he kissed it many times. made claim to it that it only can be kissed by him, and only him.

turning your head to the side and looking above to meet his flawless face and he looks down to place a kiss to your lips. what tenderness started turned to desperation.

“satoru.” murmuring his name in-between kisses. stopping in a second before claiming your lips in his again.

gojo knew he could get high when in the brink of the death but fuck, your lips too had the same effect. your whole being is a addiction he never wanted to get rid of.

it continues for minutes until you're both panting for air. still gojo continues to slither his hands all over you body, grabbing and pinching whatever he can get with his hands. large palms holding your thighs. it splays and the flesh spills out in his palms despite being wide enough to grab someone's head.

you're a fucking delight for him. loves when you run away and only for him to catch. he murmurs your name in your ear. his breath tickling the nerves in your ear and sending tremors to the depths of your soul when he calls your name. it's the same for him.

“i could eat you whole.”

you shake your head at the statement. he'd already done that. strip you naked with nothing but his hands covering your most intimate parts. bites and nibbles at your flesh while he ruts himself deep into you.

savoring every moment. lavishing his palate with the most exquisite taste of your skin in his tongue. he's insatiable.

you could tell from how he gets desperate at times when you ran away from him like you were going to disappear at any given moment and it's his weakness. what weakness turning into something primal, so raw to claim you as his and that's the only way he can think to never let you go. if only you can stay forever in his arms he'll do it—with the power vested by the universe for him.

it's always this chase where he catch you everytime, the more he stays and sticks with you and that's the only thing you could ever return for him.

I turned 20 today and this is what I received from my bestie🥹🥺.