CLOSER TO GOD

— CLOSER TO GOD

ENTRY #009 OF SHAISUKI'S KINKTOBER 2023

FT. GETO SUGURU + POWER PLAY

— where one person takes on the role of dominant, and the other submissive.

• pairing: geto suguru x chubby reader

• content warnings: begging, doggystyle, talks about being a god, hints of breeding kink, orgasm denial.

closer you are to him than anybody else in his family — a luxury than anyone could afford. you are still be reminded of your position — beneath him.

maybe you've forgotten your place and it's his responsibility to put you back.

you're part of his little family. the others who joined him supporting him of his ambition and the one who he had saved from damnation. you came from the latter. with nothing in your name but with your technique you were perfect for him. that's why you walked by his side through the line of people bow their heads for him.

in slow footsteps where you're also bowing to him. out of respect. devotion. you were close enough to be equal to him and yet, you worship him. his family shouldn't worship him and see him as someone who can they trust and that's enough but seeing you being meek and hanging on his words. he could be so weak.

that's why he's a slave to your touches. that your eyes would be only for him. stare right at you where your eyes would glimmer with hope and desire for him. your laughter it would be only for him to hear. your body is made for his hands. for him to touch. for him to mold in his own. and with this — gods should never fall lower to mere mortals. gods are made to listen to mortals and grant them with their pleas as they see fit not the other way around.

“g—geto-sama.” you call out to him. your voice a little unsure like you were still finding it — similar to a puppy who is yet to learn to howl.

you stand in front of him. looking at him with curiousness. the effect you have on him. if he was a man who is weak-willed, he had crumbled long ago. he still had to establish the hierarchy in this position. he is the one to guide, to create the right world for someone like you.

his gaze is indifferent. maybe there's an adoration on it but he didn't let it show to you. after all you're beneath him and it would always be.

he hums. responding to your call of his name. his sight raking all over you and you were beautiful like you were made for him. he can make out what your body like is under that kimono you were wearing.

intricate patterns are embroidered, with colors of the sun and greeneries woven in the fabric. silk. fitting for someone like you, with him.

there's imperfections under that clothing but it has nothing to do when being ravished by him. it's all for him to see and no one else.

“strip.” he orders with no hesitation. his voice gravelly low, sending sparks to your stomach and you complied. knowing that you can't defy his wishes.

your fingers trembles as you fumble over the laces of your kimono. letting out a shaky breath. your hands tugging at the knot of your obi and then it falls in the ground like a feather. grasping the collars and slipping out of them. it brushes on your bare shoulders and it ends up in your shoulders with your collarbone exposed and you stopped for a moment.

there's hesitation in there when you've stopped in the middle. are you still shy around him. had he ravaged you not enough to feel uncomfortable in your skin and the disobedience. he made his orders clear and with the defiance, consequences are to follow.

he leans down into you. his cheek touching yours and you can feel his warm breath grazing the skin of your bare shoulder. his hand wandering to your back until it tugs to your kimono leaving it to pool at your ankles.

“it's easy.” he tells you and there's a unfamiliar glint in his eyes. “i've spoilt you for too long.” the back of his hand brushing your cheeks and his lips dangerously close and you thought he's going to kiss you and the disappointment in your face. it was one of satisfaction for him.

he could be so mean. dark and brooding. he knows what he want and what he want right now is you begging. watch as you tried to reach out to him. your eyes turning glossy with the cries coming from your plump lips.

“please, geto-sama.” there's a tremble in your voice. he can hear you sniffle with your mouth muffled by the pillows below you. laying in your stomach while your ass is raised for him to do whatever he please.

his gojoseya is already discarded with his muscles for him to display and it's such a shame you can't ogle your eyes on them. you've indulge in them for so long and with the previous marks and scratches are already healing and the fault lies in him. he had let you do whatever you pleased to him and it's his responsibility to put you back. know that he's still in control with you.

calloused hands travels to your back and to your ass cheeks. admiring the rolls adorning your back and to your cellulite in your cheeks before a giving it a sharp slap making the part jiggle and he admires it like a piece of art. “geto-sama, please.” you begged once again and he scowls. “what did i tell you?” he says, giving your ass a another slap. gripping the sheets tighter as you gritted your teeth to endure the stinging pain. “that i should keep quiet. 'm sorry.” you almost sob.

“you're never sorry...” he says. his sight darting to your pussy that is soaking wet that your slick is gathering around your hole. “and what's this? you're dripping wet from just being spanked. filthy girl.” he added. his tone so condescending but there's amusement in them. “perhaps, i'll just leave you like this.” he taunts and you cried.

“no, no, no—please geto-sama. i'll be a good girl. please let me cum. let me make you feel good.” looking behind you with tears threatening to spill. scared of being denied release. “very well.”

he climbs behind you. a silent curse leaving his mouth as he finally sheathed his cock inside your warm walls. holding your hips making sure he's deep inside you before moving his hands to your bare shoulder and to the back of your hands intertwining with his and he begins to move his hips.

your body bounces — every part of your body moves from the way he is thrusting deep inside you. he presses his palms to the back of your hand. grasping it making it impossible for you to move while his whole weight is pressed against you. his lips nibbling your ears and you take it. you've always let him used you. offered yourself for him to use it however it pleases. you owed him your life and to lay with such man, with geto suguru is using all the luck in your life to be with him.

“'so good, geto-sama...” you moaned out. almost biting the pillows just to muffle the whines while he pounds behind you. fat of your ass hitting his pelvic regions and he almost hisses from the tightness of your pussy. so tight and right that you don't want to let him go and you will stay be his side forever.

“of course it is. i'm the only one who can make you feel this good.” he whispers. holding your jaw in his hand roughly. squishing the flesh around there. “yes! only you who could make me feel this good, geto-sama.” you slurred out, drool escaping from the corner of your lips from how good he is.

he continued his movements, making sure it's rough and deep. then a thought came into his mind. he could just give you his child. he knows you're more than capable of it. seeing how you take good care of the twins. he can just give you on his own and fuck, it just made his dick twitch.

“—close, geto-sama. 'm close...” you tell him and you didn't need to tell him. just a little more. grasping your jaw and forcing it to the side for you to meet his lips. pulling you into a deep kiss with his tongue exploring your inside. when you were close to your own release, his hips stutters from his rough pounding and there's a cry coming from you. he smirks from the kiss before getting back into it again.

he's so close too and with a final thrusts he spilled himself deep inside you. your orgasm following suit and there's a loud moan coming from you.

soft pants comes in slow breaths while you recover from the bliss bestowed to you. your body shivers and he doesn't move. feeling the softness of your body around him and he's right. always right. you're much suited under him where he can deny and bring you of bliss whatever he wants. playing with his soft, obedient little toy.

“i love you geto-sama.” you muttered in between breaths and tears. he doesn't say it back. it's clear you know it and gods don't voice our their answers only showing it in another way and he had already given it you.

he remains sheathed inside you before moving again. he could just give blessings after blessings. him closer to being a god and you a mortal is the only one who can receive it coming from. you're most loyal devotee after all ,but before that he must thoroughly ensure that you'll be put in your rightful place — beneath him.

takuma ino has a secret.

one he closely guards and never told a soul about it. tight lipped he is whenever he thinks of it and avoiding of conversation getting closer to being related.

his secret he got a crush on nanami's soft and plush girlfriend.

it's bad as it is. liking the his mentor's girlfriend whom he deeply respects but he can't resist and fall for your charms and now he suffers from it.

opposites you are with his mentor and yet, he can see how you love nanami and the latter also. there's no ounce of affections are displayed with eyes watching but he knows how you both truly felt for each other — for the reason it's also the same how he looks at you.

stolen glances with every chance he had. he never dared to look at you when nanami's around knowing how disrespectful it is — to take interest in a person who is completely taken but he's a man too. a man who is also capable of love.

he sees you in his dreams. your round face above him while you plant a kiss in his lips to wake him up. you kissed him everywhere — with his face bare and his most favorite — you kissing him with his mask on. disrespectful and out of his code — he also had dreams. not the innocent kind. one should not utter when there are ears around. listening to his words.

a far and unrealistic chains of expectations on how he would act as a lover to you and he daydreams about it — a lot.

however you made it clear that you will always see him as a little brother and ino hates it. tired of the feeling of being treated as a younger brother by his seniors. he don't want that — not even from you.

forbidden it was — ino accepted the fact that you will never be his. he can only admire you afar with nanami beside you but he's grateful that someone like you graced his life.

at the very moment he laid his eyes on you, he knew he was a goner and the very last moment he laid his eyes on you with nanami — the remaining affection he had for you died along with his shattered heart.

— A DAY IN A WORK

ENTRY #001 OF SHAISUKI'S KINKTOBER 2023

[ FT. NANAMI KENTO + VOYEURISM KINK ]

— a person who derives sexual gratification from observing the naked bodies or sexual acts of others, especially from a secret vantage point.

pairing: nanami kento x chubby reader

• content warnings: salaryman! nanami kento, established relationship, wife! reader, dry humping, masturbation (fem), voyeurism.

in which salaryman nanami kento gets home and only to find his darling getting busier than he is.

regret is always in the end and nanami couldn't think of any job that suits him better than being a regular salaryman. it's a tedious job and completely doesn't align with his morals and there goes the saying “it's better than nothing.” it irks him so much at being at this line of the job but still he goes to work in time and goes home in time with the exceptions of overtime which he hated but on the good side, he's compensated with a salary adding up to fatten his wallet.

the job pays well yet it doesn't fill the void in his soul when faced with mountains of paperwork and the screen staring right at him with his reflection showing how utterly tired he is and showing how bullshit this job is. everything's shit and with that nanami always look forward in going home. the best part of his day where he will be in the arms of his life.

ahh. his sweet, chubby wife. the only good thing in his life.

he can already imagine you in the kitchen wearing that dress with the apron, cooking his favorites and you would greet him with a hug and a kiss. a wonderful way to decompress really.

nanami groans looking at clock. it wouldn't be so long before it's time to go home. he looks back at the works he needed to finish. presentations, reports, new recruits to be interviewed and nanami sighs. this would be going longer than he thought.

he holds his coat while he fishes for his keys. opening the door nanami had never been greeted with silence. there's always the sound of your footsteps when you come greeting him in your shared home. you may be napping or keeping yourself busy. he remembers texting you earlier saying he would be late with the regards of the amount of work that is placed in his plate today.

he quietly trudge to your shared bedroom, putting his coat in the coat rack and nanami instantly perks up when he hears the sweetest of voices he ever heard in someone.

“mmm...”

his eyes dark and cloudy with lust. such sinful and forbidden sight for anyone to see. if it was medusa and her hair made of snakes slithering with eyes in slits that with a look could turn someone into stone. he would be one. long gone with the cruel sight of his wife. a temptation he cannot resist and thank the heavens you are his by law and soul. you are his to devour yet he is patient. feasting on the sight of you chasing your own high.

“ken...—please.” you moaned, rolling your hips to feel the soft texture of the stomach of the giant teddy bear you were riding. a waste for a toy made for comfort for such actions. imagining it was him you were riding.

oh! you missed your dear husband. if only he was here to help you. sooth the ache between your legs. to stuff you full of his cock or be tortured by his skillful tongue. instead he was stuck doing paperwork.

you love being a housewife to such wonderful man but you can't bear to be away from him even for a short time. that's what you get for marrying with a busy man leaving you to tend your own carnal needs.

you didn't even notice him. staring at you with hunger in his eyes. gaze burning at such wonderful sight in front of him while you soiled the gift he gave you.

there ain't so much for it. serving its purpose — for comfort and pleasure.

his hand reaches for his tie, pulling it loose. leaning in the door while his fingers tugs the buttons passing it through the holes. the more he tugs at the buttons, the more skin is exposed. his chest rising above and lower. he takes a breath, watching his wife play with herself.

loose tanktop and only in panties wet from your ministrations. you continued to grind yourself in the huge stuffed animal bear. your palm in its chest — imagining it was your husband himself. you place your hand in your chest. cupping the mounds for added pleasure until you slide your hand over the top and going under to expose your breast. pinching and rolling the stiff bud between your finger, eliciting a moan from your sinful mouth.

raising your head instinctively, looking at the ceiling above as surge of arousal and hotness coils in your stomach and your throbbing clit. your eyes closing from the bliss while you continue to rub your soaked folds in the toy.

your gaze went back to look at the innocent cuddly bear beneath you. panting softly while you continued your exploit. your body aching for release.

just when you're nearly close to reaching your high — in the corner of your peripheral vision. you caught sight of your husband leaning in the door. gaze fixated at you.

“ken...” you call him, a little embarrassed of getting caught in a perverse position. humping the unanimated object like a bitch in a heat.

nanami only smiles at you — the same gentle smile he shows you everytime. the kind one with the assurance that it is fine but his eyes contradicts what his lips tell. the need and lust evident in those brown eyes of his.

blond locks tousled — a clear sign of a rough day at work. shirt unbuttoned, his navy blue tie loose around his collar.

your sight darting to the evident bulge in his pants. his cock straining that you can make out the indention of his cock. showing the effect you have in him.

“why did you stop, darling? i'm enjoying the show.” his lips curling upward while he removes his tie. walking towards the room. pulling himself a chair and placing it in front of the bed.

he sat on it. making himself comfortable. spreading his legs as he leans back to get a front view of the goodness of his wife. a luxury he intends to indulge himself in.

“go on , darling. show me how much you please yourself.” it almost sounds like a purr from the way he speaks.

with a shaky breath, “okay.” you muttered. positioning yourself in a comfortable matter. straddling the bear and putting your whole weight on it. legs on the side of the stuffed toy. flashing him a brief view of your damp panties, eyes darkening at the moment before looking to you. a little embarrassed but fuck, you look divine. considering you're in a provocative position but can hold the most bashful of expressions.

you began to roll your hips. creating the most delicious friction in between your folds. adding pressure to your stimulated clit. body burning in desire while your husband watched you.

this is much better if paired with wine. the red liquid sloshing while he twirls the glass between his fingers. taking a sip occasionally to add pleasure for his viewing. a truly delectable sight.

his eyes fixated while you ground your hips. the breathless moans coming from your mouth whilst looking at him — eyes blown with lust.

“i'm c—close,ken...” you warned him. toes curling while you rolled your nipples between your thumb and fore fingers.

“doing good for me, darling.”

your chub jiggling, skin covered with sweat. panting from your ministrations as prssure began to build in the pit of your abdomen, like a rope slowly breaking apart the more you pull it. thoughts muddle, a tingle running down in your spine while you focused on chasing your pleasure.

“ken... i—i—i” you call out too him. grinding the stuffed toy faster, the more you grind into it, your arousal soaks and seeps through the fabric of the toy. biting your lips as you muffle the silent scream that ripped from your throat as your orgasm exploded. soaking your already drenched panties.

he almost came in his pants from watching and hearing you cum. good heavens — you're going to be the cause of his death. if in your arms or in between your thick thighs, he will greet death with open arms.

he stands up, leaving you no room to catch your breath. his large palms grasping your face before pulling you in for a kiss.

a soft mewl resonating within you as you kissed him back. parting your mouth to welcome him and nanami took this as an invitation for his tongue to slide inside your mouth. guiding you towards for much a deeper kiss.

“so perfect and good for me.” he muttered.

foreheads touching while you softly breath in each other's mouth. his hand running through your back. squeezing the supple flesh there.

“can you give me another one, darling?” he asks, his lips ghosting in yours.

“i think so but what about you , kento?” holding the collar of his shirt.

“later, i just need to see you come again for me.”

“make yourself comfortable then.”

nanami smiles pressing his lips to your forehead.

blessed he is. a private show from his wife and it's all a day in a work for a man like him.

— OUT OF CONTROL

ENTRY #008 OF SHAISUKI'S KINKTOBER 2023

FT. GOJO SATORU + OVERSTIMULATION

— refers to a state where an individual experiences an excessive or overwhelming level of sexual arousal, stimulation, or sensation.

• pairing: gojo satoru x chubby reader

• content warnings: dubcon,overstimulation, multiple orgasms

proceed with caution. never approach the man who's looking the combination of dark and crazy.

perhaps you were still unfamiliar with gojo.

he could be quite unpredictable. that's an understatement. he surprises you in many ways and standing in front of him. there is like another version of himself you have yet to unravel.

his blindfold hangs into his neck, the blues in his eyes shimmering more than ever while it stares at you. he seems conflicted like there is a hidden turmoil deep inside him.

“satoru?” you asked unsure, your voice wavering a bit. unsure of how you will approach him. he stayed silent. heavy footsteps echoing in the room as it draws closer to you and it was too late before you could react. he swiftly pounces into you. pushing you into the soft duvet of your bed.

putting his legs in the side of your torso. your wrists pinned above your head with only a hand and the other holds the pudge in your stomach.

“did something happen?” he remains silent. it's unlike for hm to be this quiet. stressed? a bad day at work? you don't know.. he's vocal with his problems being discussed to you. your heart quickens it's beat. unused to the placidity of his behavior he was displaying. one thing you knew about him? he is never quiet.

you take in to the sight of his features above you. his white hair swaying gently, framing his face. his pink full lips — perfect shaped nose and those eyes — the universe encased in those eyes of him. there is no trace of flaw on them. gojo satoru is perfect.

slender fingers danced at the top of your blouse. his attention on them. you felt cornered. trapped — from his lack of response. then his eyes met yours.

“i missed you.” he mutters and then the buttons of your blouse went flying — followed by the sound of clothes being ripped.

“n-no more...” you stammer out. your eyes closing and fluttering open as you feel another tingling sensation erupts in your system. your cunt clenching around his lenght but he didn't stop from the onslaught of his cock pounding to your pussy.

“it's fine baby. you can take more.” he assures, groaning at the sensation of your walls that is wrapped around him. his hands gripping like a vice to your wide hips. hypnotized by the movements of you body swaying in rhythm to his ministrations. he didn't stop. engrossed by your tight pussy clasping around him. he's unstoppable.

a hue of flushed pink dusted in his pale skin, sweat beads to his forehead from the exertion of his hips violently snapping into yours with no regards of your pleas. his breath coming in pants. huffing and panting. rapidly flowing in his mouth. he's frenzied. it's rare for him to get so worked up. you've never seen him like this before. a man possessed. occupied by your warmth and the feeling of your skin against his.

one after another and then another. you lost count of how many time he made you cum. tears springing down in your eyes. your body jitters and spasms. begging for you to stop but with his strength. it's impossible.

“'toru, can't do it anymore.” your voice broken from too much moaning and the whimpers you managed to croak out. your nails digging crescent shaped denting to his skin as you grabbed his arm.

he shakes his head — ears deaf to your please as you whine and beg for him to stop. emptying another load deep inside you. it continued for awhile. you were in the brink of passing out from a another bliss bubbling in your stomach. letting out a silent scream as your orgasm washes over you.

your breathing labored — you tried to call for his name again. “s—satoru...” your voice barely audible.m

when your hold to him loosen and the same time he shoots his hot, sticky cum inside you — breaks him in his stupor. chest heaving, slow pants can be heard as he peppers kisses to your cheeks.

“are you okay, pretty?.” he murmurs, his lips grazing to your skin. he's not yet to pull out. “yeah. what's gotten into you, 'toru?” you asked.

“nothing.” he replies, pressing a kiss to your lips and then another and another. turning into a full blown deepening of the kiss. you can taste yourself in his mouth from earlier session of him making you cum from his mouth and to his fingers.

soft pecks of lips are bestowed to each other. your fingers running through his soft, white hair.

“you're still inside me, 'toru?” you murmured in his lips, his breath fanning into yours and then the corners of his mouth curls upward and your breath hitched.

“one more.”

AHHHH wrists, being tied to his bed posts while those hands choke meeee

on the works, probably posting this later or tomorrow.