Takuma Ino Has A Secret.

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.

“what's your favorite color?”

megumi asked you, out of the blue. the child sitting beside you while you both looked at the people passing by. his legs swinging a little.

“let me think. it's mmm...”

megumi looks to his side. studying your face while you think of your favorite color. your lips quirking to the side, eyebrows furrowed up. when you reached your answer, your face lightened up.

“blue. my favourite color is blue, megumi.”

“why is that?” he asked once again. your eyebrows raising. megumi never asked for trivial questions such as where do babies come from or something simple as what's your favorite color but the boy's asking and you're more than willing to answer him. an attempt to connect with you and you smiled softly at him.

“it's reminds me of everything that makes me happy, megumi. the sky, the sea and it's the color of his eyes...” megumi gave you a confusing look when your voice died down at the last words.

before he can ask anything again, a annoying, all-too familiar voice interrupted him.

“hello, my two favorite creatures.” slinging his arms in megumi and to you. giving you a large smooch in your cheek and gojo looks to the side. a huge grin breaking out in his face and you swore you never seen megumi so scared before grabbing gojo's blindfold to stop him from terrorizing the poor child.

“satoru, i swear. megumi's going to kill you in your sleep—one day. stop annoying the child.” you warned to him, wringing his blindfold which made him wince from the pain.

“such a meanie—(y/n)!” he pouts, pinching your round cheeks — his cold, long fingers squeezing the flesh with no remorse. this is revenge and seeing you wince, eyebrows knitting in pure annoyance earns the biggest smirk from him. gojo would relish it for a little longer but seeing megumi sending daggers to him made him stop.

“phew. that was tough.” gojo casually began. attempting for the conversation to divert — feigning innocence like he didn't hurt your cheeks and ignoring megumi's glare at him.

“that hurts, satoru.” rubbing the sore spot in your round cheek. you'd be lucky if it didn't bruise. that would really be a pain in the ass.

“it wasn't that hard!” he retaliates. defending his own doings and you just shake your head. arguing with him would be pointless. knowing how gojo never back down. no matter how stupid it is.

“never mind. gumi you want to get ice cream?” pointing out the ice cream truck and megumi nods.

“what about me?!”

“satoru, you're an adult. get it on your own.” reaching out for megumi's hand in which he gladly accepts. his smaller hand holding yours. walking away from the white-haired male wearing blindfold with megumi in your grasp.

you gulped, looking at the corner of your eyes — only to find gojo standing and silent and him being quiet staring at you and megumi, there's chaos brewing in that brain of his and it's never good. it means trouble and despite the park having a fairly amount of people, it's no question he will be doing it.

in which you prepared for the worst. maybe, you can escape it this time.

“megumi.” you call out to the boy. responding to you with a hum. “prepare yourself. your other guardian is going to cause trouble again.” you whispered to him and megumi sweats a little. knowing how this one will end up. could he just have you as his and tsumiki's only guardian? not that troublesome adult who didn't seem to grow up—maturely. beggars can't be choosers or something like that, he knows he owe it to the man but sometimes he don't know how much longer he can endure it. megumi's glad you're around to balance, keep him calm but it never lasts.

you both turned around, and gojo seems like a statue standing there while watching you both and in cue, “run!” you told megumi. bolting to find a place to hide or escape and hoping you'd lost that boyfriend/troublesome idiot of yours.

with you and megumi holding your hand for dear life. yeah, it would be the death of you both if that idiot caught you two. you'll die of embarrassment.

then a full chase began around the park and with lessons yet still to learn and will never be taught. you forgot how gojo's long strides are and with the speed with you and megumi running in even at the headstart. too worried about the shenanigans gojo will bestow to you both.

“gotcha’ (y/n)-chan.” he said in a sing-song voice and adding the chan when teasing you and you felt yourself being lifted up with no chance of escape and you let go of megumi's hand.

“run, gumi!” you told the kid in which he reluctantly obeyed not wanting to leave you but knowing you, he ran in a safe distance watching as you squirmed at his other guardian who won't give you any mercy.

“satoru! put me down this instant!” in which gojo didn't comply. holding your middle with both of his hands while he spins you around. making you squeal and you swear you could feel the stares of multiple eyes.

“nope.” gojo flatly declares.

even with your weight, he still make you feel like you were the lightest person on the planet.

megumi watched in the distance, sitting in one of the tree roots sticking out in the ground. he could feel the annoyance creeping up on him but seeing you happy made him happy too. the annoyance barely affecting him while you laugh at gojo. he can hear the laughter and the cries you were making for the man-child to stop and megumi relished on that. he couldn't help but to feel a little upset about gojo, the man who stopped for letting him get sold by that so called family of his. he knows you and gojo had a life before him but seeing gojo takes all your attention away from him. he simply couldn't help it.

you gave him and tsumiki the utmost care, the unconditional love, making they were satisfied and making sure their wants and needs are met. catching the responsibilities they shouldn't be doing at their age for them to have a normal life. always going for the extra mile to have them taken care. you became the mother they never knew they needed. of course, that weird guy also gave them with the same amount of love but it would never match it with you.

with a plea and string of praises. of course, you complied. you didn't know if you could take more. face hot with embarrassment and your dress in a bunch. crinkling in the corners and you sighed looking at them. “you're the great and handsome gojo satoru! i love you with all my heart!” you shout earlier. never you thought you would stoop that low and just to feed his ego. you're not going to survive another whims he'll whip up. you were glad megumi's not part of it.

there's the casual silence, followed by the small bites in the ice cream you three bought. sitting in the bench under the sky with the soft breeze blowing.

“it's good?” you asked megumi and the boy looks at you and nods. bringing back his attention at his ice cream and you look at the man beside him. contentedly humming while he feasts on the cold treat.

“you got stain here, gumi.” swiping the boy's cheek with your thumb and he stops for a moment for you to clean it properly and goes back once again and gojo seeing it and being the jealous one. he accidentally smears the ice cream in his cheek. “mou~ (n/n) — i think i have some too.” he pouts and you look at him with “are you serious” look. knowing damn well it was intentional. he only smirks and points his cheek to emphasize. someday, you're going to have the chance to slap him, just once.

he leans down to you closer, dangerously close while you hold his jaw to avoid unnecessary movements and for you to wipe the sticky liquid in his face. “done.” you says and there's a cold sensation in your cheek. this bastard.

you decided to be the bigger person today cause if you fought back. there's a full on wild goose chase again. it couldn't be help. you accepted this idiot and you won't be leaving him anytime soon with megumi and tsumiki now in both of your lives.

you three sat there. watching people passed by with ice creams in your hands. it's a cool, windy day under the blue sky.

it felt like it was yesterday. the days and years passing in a blink of an eye and it slip backs into his memory why he asked you what's your favorite color. blue. you fondly told him that with a smile gracing in your lips and that is only memory that stuck him.

under the blue sky. the sunny days. where everybody is basked in it's warmth. the vastness of the blue sky and how it always be a reminder of the happy days. it's always brought a smile to your face, he would remember and he would smile too —a little.

he can't find himself to he happy nor feel a little joy under this weather. droplets of rain falling all over the road, the roofs and the cold wind blowing. puddles of water surrounding the area and he understands why such joyous moments only happens in a warm, sunny day with the blue sky—no clouds.

megumi didn't know what losing someone felt like and he got the first taste of it when tsumiki got cursed and now yours — it was different.

it felt like a ton of bricks and stone is put on him. he feels numb despite of it. he couldn't believe it. how could this happen? you were strong. that's why you survived for so long, enough to see him grow up to be the man he is now today but death's hand is unstoppable. the greatest power on earth couldn't prevent it.

he refuses to see your body laying down in the table. what's bright and warm smile you always give to him — it's gone. replaced by a cold and lifeless expression in front of him. he says he needed to see after all, to see is to believe and he wish he didn't.

the white blanket covering your body and he don't know if he'll cry or not. it's too much. gone too soon and what of your passing to his sensei.

gojo remains silent. the most silent he ever seen him. of course, the loudest he was is when with you. the banters, the witty remarks, your laugh, the squeals when he does something stupid. megumi knew gojo didn't need comfort, not from him. knowing that the cure for that pain is you . he's fighting his own battles too and despite what he felt for the man in his younger days, he still owes him. his life to him and to you.

with no parents stepping up and leaving them to fend for their own. you both came. remembering the day where you scolded gojo to never say anything stupid enough to spook them. he was first to be graced by your smile that day. assuring him that he and tsumiki will be fine. jabbing at gojo telling him that they were going to be fine and it was more than fine.

he couldn't ask anything for more and when the heart could no longer carry the heavy burden of you being gone. his eyes speaks for what the heart can't carry no more. excusing himself leaving the man who you deeply loved more than anything in the world and with the door closing. his eyes opened for the tears to fall.

he's no better than what's megumi feeling right now. fuck, didn't he just promised that he'll protect you so what the fuck this happened.

he wants to scream. curse every living person. his knuckles turning paler than it is — gripping his hair that it'll rip off. you were supposed to be coming home. alive and well. breathing with his name the first thing you'll say and you'd given him the most tight embrace you could muster. “i'm home, satoru.” you are never coming back home.

this is his reality.

he went to approach your body. you look so different. there your face. it was the most brightest when you smiled, laughed even, cried when he's teasing got overboard. he wouldn't get used to this. he needs you laughing and smiling. tell him you love him — that he's an insufferable asshole — that he's your idiot — that—that you're afraid of losing him.

he examined your face, from the shape of your eyes, to the roundness of your cheeks, to the fullness of your lips. you were still his. you look peaceful and he don't want that when you're laying in this table with the mountain of corpses who has been previous laid here.

he wants to see your eyes again. staring right back at him with much adoration and annoyance. he would tease you for hours for the reason your favorite color is blue cause it was the color of his eyes. he can't miss that what you'd told megumi that day. blue makes you happy. his eyes, him. he made you happy and that's important right? he made you happy with the duration of your life with him and that was meant to last for a lifetime with him but it's not going to happen.

he grasp your hand. it's hard and cold. no life and warmth in those hands. the very hands who tenderly cared for the siblings — the very hands who held him every night — that hands that cups his face and you would tell him straight in the eyes that you love him — so — so — much.

“i love you too, (y/n).” he says. slipping the ring he got after the day you both adopted megumi and tsumiki. you're both officially guardians to two children and that means a new start for a family. he didn't know what possessed him that day to get a ring. you're both young with the future ahead of you. it's seems unclear and yet he still got that. one day — one day. he will put that ring to your finger with a promise that he'll annoy you for the rest of your lives together.

he didn't even get to propose to you. always waiting for the right moment but never came and he thinks this is the right moment. he wants to laugh for how stupid he was. the ring would be nicely suited to your ring finger if you were still alive. a promise to spend the rest of your lives together and he can't do that now.

he kisses your forehead one last time before covering you with the blanket. this is goodbye, he guesses. he thinks you're in peace now — no pain, suffering. no one's going to harm you. you're at peace. he told himself.

no amount of grieving will ever rid the pain you inflicted with your passing to the both of them. with the heavy rain pouring.

there will be no promise of blue sky, after this.

— A NEW LINE

ENTRY #010 OF SHAISUKI'S KINKTOBER 2023

FT. TAIJU SHIBA + BREEDING KINK

— refers to being aroused by “the idea of getting — or getting someone else — pregnant

• pairing: taiju shiba x chubby reader

• content warnings: breeding, breeding kink, cervix fucking, creampies, brief description of taiju's past.

taiju is a family man that's what he thinks of himself and now he got a pretty wife to stuff with his seeds full.

there's an immediate need when he first entered his home. removing his pinstripe coat and discarding it to the floor. his eyes searching for someone. he makes his way to his living room and turning around to the kitchen and huge grin appearing in his face as soon he sees you.

there's something in his mind that had been bugging him for long and a certain sickness in the pit of his stomach along with the need to feel you close.

taiju wants children now. little brats that clings to him and to you. your round belly getting rounder and your breasts heavy with milk.

it began a month ago. one of his subordinates wife had recently given birth and went to visit his husband and you being present there and being his wife. you have gotten the privilege to carry her baby and taiju sees you in a different light and a brief moment of getting a flash of the near future he will have with you played.

“ain't he adorable, tai.” you said, breaking him out of his trance and he stares at you cooing the baby in your arms. a smile in your face. booping the baby in their nose. the baby gurgles and coos. a smile in it's chubby face while looking at you and taiju had never been more grateful for someone like you in his life.

“h-hey! taiju!” you gasped as you were hoisted above like you weigh nothing. his strong, large palms gripping your plush waist. you instantly wrapped your legs around his waist. his eyes leveling to your collarbones, scattering it with his kisses as he carries you to your shared bedroom.

“you're going to be good to me, mama.” he calls before ripping your nightgown the moment he places you in the bed. licking his lips with a huge smile in his face. his hungry gaze scanning your plush body.

he fastly unbuttons his vest, shirt following and unbuckling his belt. showing his rock hard muscles and the unmistakable tent in his boxers. his cock straining to the confines of his underwear before lowering it. his cock springing free — red and angry with beads of pre-cum. veins bulging along his shaft.

he leans down to press a kiss to you. hungrily claiming it and you'd already lost the battle. his tongue licking your lips for him to gain entrance to your warm mouth — permitting him. he explores it with your drool and moans mixing through his kisses.

the mushroom head tip of his cock — teasingly rubs to your folds. the action making you arch your back. lowering your body to get more of that delicious friction. you were already dripping from it and taiju decided to push himself inside you. he's already impatient but restrained so. not wanting to hurt you and make this difficult. he just can't wait to breed you.

“fuck, mama. you're gripping me so tightly...” he groans holding your cheeks with his palms while he slowly bottoms out to you. the stretch of his cock deliciously drawing it's length inside you. molding and shaping it to his size and you grip the sheets. already losing to the feel of his cock inside you.

“t-tai...” your eyes turning glossy while he bullies his thick cock inside you. reaching out for his face for you to hold and admire. your fingers grasping the white and blues strands of his hair and taiju almost loses it. watching your face morphs into something of a cock drunk whore. when he finally bottoms out to you. his heavy balls tapping your ass and the tip of his cock nudging your cervix.

a crazed grin in his lips and a vein popping in his forehead, you knew it. bracing yourself from what to come as he shows that side of his.

“going to breed this pussy...” he says before pulling out his cock and pushing it back in roughly. ripping out a moan from you and he begins to move violently.

you would be a good mama for him. he knows it. from the interaction you had with kids and your soft spot with them. kids naturally flock to you. it happens more than he can count. in his restaurant where a family would wine and dine with their little ones and they would instantly smile and wave their little hands to you which you gladly returns.

naturally, he would be afraid of being a father since he and his siblings had not grown up with a father. the absence of a father figure molds him to act as one for his siblings in which he isn't proud of but you being a mother to his kids. it's a different story. you would raise them with care and love more than one could offer.

the cries and your moans adding the intensity of his roughhousing to your poor pussy. how can he slow down when he's snuggly fitted inside you.

“t—taiju, slow d-down...” you cried out. your knuckles turning into another shade of color while he slams his hips roughly to you. “not going to happen.” he chuckles. “this pussy is mine and i'm going to breed you with my kids.” pushing your legs higher. the position hitting your soft spots inside you, making you gush around him more.

he ravages you like a beast. mouth running off, telling how he's going to stuff you full of him cum and making you pregnant.

“you like that, mama?” he taunts. your cunt clenches and you nod. “i'm going to stuff you full of my cum until you get pregnant.” his hands gripping your the back of your thighs. the rough slam of his cock and his balls slapping resonating in the whole room.

“yes! breed me — tai! make me your baby mama!” you screamed as you came around his lenght. a creamy white ring decorating around his cock and that eggs him more to breed your pussy full.

“you're a good mama for me, baby.” he squabbles. putting his palms in your side. leaning down to kiss your tears away while he pounds you.

his cock repeatedly hitting your cervix. his cock head almost breaching your cervix for him to fill with cum.

another orgasm surfaces in you and that triggers his. cock pulsing and throbbing as he spills his load deep inside you. loads and loads of his hot, thick white cum of his potent seed filling and painting your insides white. ensuring it will take and he will fuck you — again and again until it takes.

your face beads with sweat with dried tears in your cheeks and taiju kisses it away. “doing so well, for me — mama.” he praises. he's still buried deep inside you. his cock warning with no intention of pulling out. it will take all night for him to be satisfied until he can see your round stomach getting rounder.

hope, you'll get that positive test result after this cause taiju wouldn't stop until he became a father to your little ones.

— NO SUNLIGHT FOR THE CAGED

ENTRY #002 OF SHAISUKI'S KINKTOBER 2023

FT. YAKUZA! OSAMU MIYA + SHIBARI

— shibari is a japanese style of bondage, it's known as a kink but it's more than that. It's a kind of art, while tying the rope around someone's body you're making different patterns and connecting with that person.

• pairing: osamu miya x chubby reader

• content warnings: yakuza au, yandere themes, pwp, shibari (bondage), dark themes, reader is a bastard, power imbalances, noncon, dubcon.

freedom is what you yearned for a long time but osamu miya won't let you get the freedom you deserved, now you belong to him.

days are gone in the blink of an eye while you stare at the spacious garden. walking in the same hallways was different.

it seems like yesterday with you and the the twins were frolicking there. spent playing the game of tag and gawking at the koi fishes swimming — tails swishing, creating ripples in the pond.

now there's no love nor fondness thinking about it. memories about being a child gives the illusion of being happy without a care in the world. temporarily.

as a child you thought nothing would change. that atsumu and osamu would be still your dear friends. that they will be the the same people you'll grow up with. you love them wholeheartedly. never did it crossed your mind one day, your dear tsumu and samu would change. you came to terms of it. they were meant to be that day as the next head of the miya clan and you — a bastard have no place for it.

and who are you to complain, you were born a bastard after all. in the world where family matters the most and influenced a organization, bastards like you have no place for it. maybe if you were born male, your father would maybe favor you a bit and that would been fine — you would have a purpose.

instead you were born a woman. engraved with the roles that you are nothing without men. that you will have value of being a wife, a mother and you don't want that. clinging to a hope that someday you will live a long, fulfilling life and escaping this place would be the first step on making that true, achieving the life you wanted. counting the days until you'll know what freedom is.

the halls were empty. where only shadows of a gleeful childhood witnessed the laughter and squeals of once lively halls. a remnant of the past that you will never see again.

“there's nothing for me here.” you would whisper where only the walls could hear you.

it all began when the twins grew distant of you. as heirs they are being prepared of the duties and responsibilities they would take once their father would step down as being the head of the miya clan.

atsumu was the first then osamu. you didn't knew atsumu for the first time he mocked you and reminded of your place. his voice tearing your heart apart. his disdain and disappointment were made for you and osamu, although he didn't say a word. his gaze tells otherwise. atsumu would snarl at you but osamu would look at you once, twice and a shrug is enough to tear your heart in shreds. the regret and disgust for meeting you, for simply existing. a nobody in his life.

what affection and sincere smile were long gone, replaced with the nasty remarks and the jeers. passing in the hallways only to get shoved or not ignored, not even once needed the memories of the bond shared.

it won't be long. you say to yourself. you needed a plan to escape this place. without looking back. a new life for yourself. free from the duties that is forced to you. a freedom for yourself.

watching the hands of the clock ticks by left you restless. a few belongings packed safely in your bag. you didn't have much, a few trinkets and such. tucked away in the corner of your room. a few more hours and freedom. you needed to tend things with the gathering of the constituents and allies of the miya clan tonight and after that, you are free. they wouldn't notice you. a nobody.

their noisy cheers and not so discreet of plans echoed in the common room along in the hallways. your father was also there. who had no interest to his bastard of a daughter.not even batting an eyelash as his daughter poured warm sake in his cup. downing it with eagerness and going back to their conversation. you continued to serve them along with the hope that you will be free tonight.

your heart pounds along with your sharp intakes of breath. come on now. it's now or never. you don't need to dwell yourself in trivial things. they were going to be too drunk or wouldn't give a care to you leaving. they could easily replace you.

this is the time while you leave in the back, you can see the tori as you approach getting bigger. this is it. when you walked past in that tori you will be free.

“where do you think yer going?”

don't look back.don't look back.don't look back.don't look back.don't look back.

you don't want to look and only to find samu's gaze staring at you. maybe, you could look at those eyes of his. it's been years since you've look at them and seeing it would be goodbye. a farewell.

turning around, clutching your bag in your hands. you face him, looking straight in his eyes. not even acknowledging how handsome he is in his black montsuki.

“away from here.”

“i didn't take you for being stupid. what made you think that yer leaving this place? how stupid.”

grey eyes twinkles in amusement. watching as your body squirm while the ropes tightens in your limbs. finally, he can use this skills he acquired from a long time ago. giving purpose to his fondness of ropes and to you.

he would be much gentler to you. if it weren't the act of you leaving him. how stupid for you to leave him. to think you have the will to leave him and the snap of ropes hitting your skin is the kind of mark that breaks your skin. let the punishment fit the crime of trying to escape from his grasps.

“samu, please. i don't want any of this.” you pleaded.

he remained silent. his fingers weaving the rope like a spider to it's web. gliding the rope in your skin while you're sprawled in the floor. his hakama pooling in his waist. showing the dragon tattoos etched in his left arm and to his abdomen and chest. toned and leaned his body is. proudly showing you what he's made of as he manipulates the rope in his own will.

the younger miya keeps his eyes glazed to your supple body. the rope digging in your soft skin. tugging the ropes to create tension to your flesh. feel it. embrace it. there's no use how you wiggled your wrists. the more you try. the tighter the rope clings to your skin.

a work of art, he would say. your body tangled in the red ropes minus the squirming. satisfied with his handiwork. samu pulls the rig above you. your body rising above and he can see the panic in your eyes. it wouldn't let you down if that's what you think. stupid for you to think that it'll fall when this is all made for you to think that you knew all of him. it's a dumb claim for you that you will own him. that you will be able to manipulate him with a simple pout of your plump lips. long gone with all the games and he got you wrapped around his fingers.

you were suspended in the air. limbs aching and burning that you can't almost feel it. osamu walks around you. admiring his work, his gaze fell to your body bound by the bright, red ropes and he can finally take all the frustrations he felt for years. face devoid of any emotions and you're afraid when osamu's like this. far much worse than his older twin.

lips pursed into a thin line while his knuckles grazed the skin in your cheek. you didn't meet his gaze. recoiling upon the contact of his skin to your and that osamu didn't like it one bit.

patience thinning out at your stubbornness. osamu grasped your jaw before pulling it close to him. meeting his piercing gaze that leaves your soul trembling. it's all pure territorial with death awaiting to those who dares to enter. his breath tickling in your face.

“and where would you go?” he began to inquire you. “you hold no position. no name for yourself. no property for you to own. you are nothing. you—”

“i know!” you interrupt him and osamu didn't like being interrupted but he lets you. “i'm aware all of that. you don't need to remind and you should have let me —”

“go? I won't allow it. you belong here and no place on earth would replace that. even you're gone, i'll find you. you forgot how powerful i am — princess.” the nickname leaves you breathless. you forgot he calls you that besides your name and it made you smile a little, bitterly. your samu was still here.

“i should tie you up more often.” he says, adoring the work while his hands runs to the expanse of your body. “i wonder what sound you'll make if i do this.” he teases, pinching the hardened bud, earning a delicious moan coming from you and that made him chuckle. “where else? i know you were always a slut, princess.” pulling the rope a little tighter and he can see the indents in your skin.

“dripping wet, are we?” he taunts. rubbing your puffy, soaked folds with his fingers covered with your slick. “please, samu” you whined. begging for more friction. begging for him to give your neglected pussy with attention.

your resolution of escaping dissipating like bubbles. you can never escape samu and you're dream of freedom was a mere child's dream. you're bound to him.

“bad girls don't get to cum, princess. if you only submitted to me earlier i might have.” plunging his finger to your hole and the tears begin to pour from your eyes. pumping his fingers in a lazy manner before pulling it out. admiring his slick-covered fingers.

catching you in his arms before whispering. “don't ever think of leaving me again.” and you nod immediately.

you won't be seeing the sunlight again along with the freedom you desperately yearned for.

— 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.”