Hi Can I Ask For Hurt/comfort Where The Reader Is Depressed Because Her Friend Said Something Hurtful

Hi Can I ask for hurt/comfort where the reader is depressed because her friend said something hurtful and she thinks that it’s her fault and Gojo or Nanami comforts her it’s fine if you’re busy

NOT YOUR FAULT

ft. nanami kento, gojo satoru

ᝰ synopsis .ᐟ after a terrible feeling of guilt, they just know how to comfort you

GOJO SATORU

“gee, just i thought you're having a crisis yourself.” he pouts. “do i need to beat someone up?” he cheekily grins. adjusting his position in the couch and you facepalm at it.

your mood worsening and your frustration building. you didn't even know if he was joking or not. sighing, you didn't know if you're just being oversensitive or overwhelmed. what someone had said to you, unfortunately a friend. bruised your feelings that should had been left untouched and you seek comfort to your boyfriend and he provided but it made things worst.

seeing the frown in your face and how you were deeply affected by it. satoru knows only one thing that could comfort you. hugs. and that's what he did. pulling you close to him. his long arms draping around your shoulders.

“don't let it get into your pretty head. what they said is nothing and it will never be your fault. don't blame yourself for it and it's not you to worry something about like that when you have worst. me. aren't i? hm?” pinching your chubby cheeks to prove his point and you nod. sniffing a little bit cause his fingers pinching your cheeks hurts than the actual problem you previously had.

“satoru...” you look at him with your eyes glossy

“oh, pretty girl. give your worries to me.”

NANAMI KENTO

when you're troubled nanami picks up on it instantly. knowing you like the back of his hand. your lips in a frown and the obvious jitters you're having and he lets you talk it all out. better to tell him than have you worry and affect your daily life.

“it's my fault. it really is.” you groan. fiddling with your fingers in a nervous manner. the guilt weighing you down even it was not our fault.

“darling, you don't need to feel or be obligated to feel bad about it. it is not your fault. i understand where you're coming from and the reason but you should never blame yourself for something you have no control of.” his knuckles grazes the skin of your cheek. he shakes his head. ”but i-i...” you reasoned out but he cuts you off.

“you were never at fault for this one, understand?” he says, rubbing the tense spots in your shoulders and you relax from it. after many assurances which he'll never get tired of. he coaxes you into cooking with dinner him. to ease your mind and that worked.

nanami is such a delight and a reliable man.

Can you do (separate scenarios of course <3)Bachira, Nagi, Chigiri, and whoever else you’d like to add in a scenario where their chubby and soft girlfriend tries her hardest not to be insecure about her body but the insecurity really sneaks up on her a lot? So like, when the bfs find out, not only do they comfort her, but they show her just how much they love and adore her body if you catch my drift <3 Thank you so much!!

ENDLESS ADORATION

ft. bachira meguru, nagi seishiro, chigiri hyoma, barou shoei

content warnings ─── body insecurities, self-loathing, body dysphoria, smut, mean barou, implied fingering, degradation.

notes. i'm so sorry it took so long nonnie. it wasn't deleted or anything but i hope you like it, nonnie. thank you for requesting!

ᝰ synopsis .ᐟ don't ever let them catch you being insecure about your body, they had plenty of ways to show you how much they adore your body and you.

BACHIRA MEGURU

“you could be so mean to me, baby.” he whispers. his hands roaming all over to the expanse of your soft body. his bright yellow eyes glowing more than ever at its reflection in the mirror.

he got you trapped from his grip. his arms snaking to your soft middle while his jaw rests on your shoulder. caught in the middle of you criticizing yourself and bachira wouldn't allow that. “how selfish.” he mutters. his teeth grazing at the shell of your ear and it sends the slightest of tremors throughout your body.

you can't help but to tear up a bit. “h—how am i selfish, megu?” you stammer. avoiding your reflection at the large mirror in front of you. you don't want to see yourself nor catch him staring at you with those round eyes of his. so full of life, enthusiasm. confidence. a thing that you will never attain.

“you're selfish for hating, keeping this body that is mine. who gave you that idea, hmm? it's not your place to judge this body that i dearly love and its owner.” he hums, chuckling that it reverberates to your skin and to your aching core. his palm gliding through your stomach lifting the pesky clothing to reveal the stomach that's far from being leaned nor toned. it is round, the excess fat protruding giving you the impression of a pouch but bachira could careless about it. his fingers sinking to the soft flesh, like paws of cat kneading and pressing the fleshiness of your skin.

“what if this cute stomach of yours is flat? i couldn't hold it. what i am going to do with my hands...” he mutters, pinching your stomach then his fingers glides through the skin of your thighs. “this thighs of yours, how is it going to crush me if this isn't that thick, warm me even. so selfish.” prying your thighs open and his hand settles to the mound between them. slender and nimble fingers brushing through your panties. rubbing your slit and a huge grin plastered in his face when the wetness of your fat pussy began to drench your panties.

“don't be mean to this body of mine, baby. perhaps i'll show you what i'm capable of to make those silly ideas forming in your head disappear.” he says, pressing a chaste kiss to your round cheek.

“i hope you can take me cause i ain't stopping.” bachira's eyes glowing more than ever and you know what it means when he get this riled up. his grin wider and you braced yourself. you know it all too well and you accepted it.

those thoughts of yours wouldn't be visiting you anytime soon after bachira had fucked you into oblivion.

NAGI SEISHIRO

nagi isn't insecure.

the word is foreign to him and the feeling of it. he's lazy, unmotivated and such unwanted thoughts isn't welcome and worth worrying over. why would he bother with such thing when in the first he didn't care. that's what he thought until he met you.

his soft, chubby girlfriend who had been nothing but loving and supporting to him. nagi didn't quite the gist when he caught you staring at yourself in the mirror with a frown in your lips. he only looks at you briefly before going back to his console. paying it no mind since when did nagi felt of being insecure.

then it began to affect him and yours. mostly yours. when you began to push his affections.

“seishiro, not now please.” your voice coming in a low whisper. gently pushing your white haired boyfriend in his head. shifting into more of a comfortable position in your bed. nagi groans, lips curling into a frown. a rare occurrence of him. he doesn't get upset since he don't like giving things the benefit of his time when he can give it to something more important.

he doesn't stop though. his huge build hovering above yours before putting his whole weight to yours. “sei!” you scolded him but nagi didn't listen burying his face in to your neck. nuzzling like a cat, he's almost purring from it.

he shakes his head. interlocking his fingers with yours. placing it beside yours and you were left powerless against your boyfriend's overwhelming strength. his lips finding refuge in your neck, tongue moving to lick the soft spot of your neck.

this isn't nagi who would make an effort to go down in you. well, at times when he's feeling it. the need to show you how much he loves you.

“pretty.” he murmurs. his hand now holding your thigh even though his large palm engulfs the majority of your thigh it wasn't enough to cover how big it was. placing it beside his torso grind his bulge to your cunt. “i always need you, want you.” he says. pressing a sloppy, lazy kiss to your lips.

nagi isn't good at words but he's willing to try for his soft, chubby girlfriend. it would be troublesome if he can't get his girl out of those thoughts of hers.

CHIGIRI HYOMA

chigiri's blessed with his looks that every people that within his eyesight cranes their neck to marvel at his looks. it didn't matter that he was rather feminine than other girls and he gets teased a lot by the guys around him. he just take after his mother.

there's no time to feel inadequate at things let alone how he perceive himself. he couldn't remember when the last time he felt insecure or been really insecure about himself and then he fell in love with you or it is that how being in love is. he have you and he was contented at that and being with you. he has to fight the battles that dwells inside you and chigiri isn't good at it. comforting another human being even it is his significant other.

so he tries. sees your eyes brimming with tears whenever he calls you pretty and he's confused.

“i'm not chigiri! look at you, you're beautiful and i'm not, you're lying.” he was taken aback at your outburst at him but he is quick to wipe your tears away while he whispers the very words that comforts you.

his sweet, crybaby.

“so, i am but you will always be my pretty baby.” brushing the loose strands of his reddish pink hair to see you better. he kisses you desperately like you were the air to fill his lungs to breathe again and you both stared at each other. he smirks when he sees you're already in a daze. mind spinning and only you can think is him.

his nimble fingers working through the garment of your panties. toying with hem before pulling at it downward to show that pretty pussy he's deprived of.

so he pumps his finger full in in your sopping hole. watch as it drips with slick coating his fingers. hear that delicious squelch while he stretches you. his ego inflating the more he hears you moan, call his name in the same breathy way that got you begging from him. all your insecurities dissipating like bubbles from the way his fingers stretches you out. he could do this forever.

wait until he fucks you dumb. you will forget those stupid insecurities along with your name.

BAROU SHOEI

barou doesn't play nice nor comfort you with those silly, sweet words that one needs to hear when in a struggle of battling with themselves. he simply doesn't need to play nice and comfort you and what only to question it again.

his actions says otherwise. he got you on all fours, your ass raised in a position you never knew you could. his hands gripping your round stomach so tight while he pounds you from the back. it is relentless. the groans and the moans mixing with one another while you hold tightly in his muscular arms his other hand cupping your jaw. forcing you to look in the mirror.

“you are nothing but my cocksleeve.” he says in between grunts. his red eyes glimmering, peering at his girlfriend who is currently sobbing, moaning like a broken record while tears streamed down at her round face. you whimper at what he just called you.

“you are. there's no denial in that. look at you, crying a baby and yet your pussy squeezing me like a whore.” the words stung and he spoke it the way he means it and barou isn't known to lie. his tongue made of barbed wires that is meant to hurt, talk about how awful everyone and you believed it that you are his own for him to use. your cries a little louder and thick droplets of your tears falling from your eyes.

it's funny how his words hurt you and it works like magic forgetting your earlier dilemma of hating yourself, of hating the body you live with.

you let him. bruise your body with his thrusts, with his touch. if this is the only way to forget everything so be it.

and so he did. he breathes in your cheek. growling at the way your cunt clenches tightly around him. you did feel so good to him. he cups your jaw harder, squishing it with much strength that you can't speak. your body reeling in sensitivity that you failed to notice how he pays attention to your soft bits. particularly to the parts where it leaves you frowning and he loves every part of you.

that's why he gives them the love, the care that you will never bother to give but available to scrutinize and he's filling out that so one day, you'll stop looking at them that they've wronged you and barou isn't the one to get mushy. he is still the hotheaded, competitive, bulky man that would not admit he loves you but his actions tells another story.

with the tight squeeze of your cunt around him, he finally reaches his high. yours and his orgasm hurling at you both that he can't help but to bite your shoulder and you — only a broken moan that music to his ears.

if this is the only way to shut you up and comfort, he'll do it over and over again until you can't speak no more and your eyes are brimmed with tears.

BLOOD FOR BLOOD

CHOSO KAMO X CHUBBY READER

content warnings ─── noncon, murder, reader involved in the death of choso's little brothers, shibuya arc spoilers, takes place in episode 13 season 2, reader in itadori's place, smut, aphrodisiac (reader's blood), virgin reader, no prep, torture, mating press, blood, injuries, reader can do rct, blood licking, inexperienced choso, rushed ending, not proofread, grammar mistakes are made.

notes. dedicated for my loves @v33nxs

ᝰ synopsis .ᐟ as revenge choso decided to kill you but what happens when the scent of your blood does something inevitable to him?

you can hear the pounding of your heart in your ears. deafening it is and sharp with tremors of an awaiting danger coming to you. sweat trickles down in your forehead. rolling as it plops on to the cold floor.

you remained still like a deer caught in headlights. you couldn't bring yourself to move despite being still in control of it not when shackles — more like coagulated blood formed to act like shackles as it pinned you to the floor. your wrists and ankles are bound and the slightest of movements causing blood to surface from your skin like a beaded bracelet.

your breath coming out in small puffs, trying to not think of the cruel fate that awaits for you in the hands of the half-curse, half-human being that craves for your blood and cold body. revenge is best served cold they say and that's what he wants to.

heavy drags of footsteps coming from his combat boots resonates in the undergrounds of a train tunnel. you couldn't even blame yourself to be in this situation. deciding that you will be the one to face him instead of itadori. knowing the latter is much capable of subduing cursed spirits and save civilians in a minute and you wouldn't want to hinder him and thus leaving you in this situation. awaiting for death and you accepted it. you were a jujutsu sorcerer and a jujutsu sorcerers are prepared to die — but still, you wished you could have gone with a fight. it didn't prepare you for the blood manipulation technique he possessed. almost on par with the speed of light and can cut through anything like a newly sharpened knife.

you only managed to evade it until you it hit you in the side. it wasn't that deep enough to render you useless, thanks for the extra layers of skin you have. thanking that it kept you alive but not for long until you were late for a second enough to evade his attacks. the blood surfacing in your skin until it leaks like waterworks in your side, using your cursed energy to reverse to heal it and perhaps you should have prioritized your freedom than your own wound. you didn't realize four spinning like reels of blood had caught your limbs. forcing you to fall face flat on the floor.

you sensed him behind you as the footsteps halted. felt his gaze scrutinizing you and the anger radiating from him. you awaited for what kind of method he decides in killing you.

“my little brothers — you and itadori yuuji killed them.” his voice seeths in anger.

brothers? you think unsure and your mind go back to the last mission you and itadori were involved and it all made sense to you now.

you moved your head in a minimal way as possible to face him. looking at him from behind, careful not to cut your skin with the sharp cuffs. gazing at him straight in the eye with the whole truth.

“i did. they're harming civilians.” you briefly said.

“yo—”

“i—t's my duty to eliminate such threats. i'm a jujutsu sorcerer. it is also my duty to protect civilians.” you interrupted him. not breaking eye contact with the man looking at you in pure rage. the frays of his black hair tied into two space buns swaying in every movements. he didn't say anything before leaning down into you. the coagulated blood acting like cuffs into you disappearing before he turns you roughly around. facing him as his hands pins your shoulders in the ground.

“you still killed my brothers! what does your duty as jujutsu sorcerer justify what you did to them?!” his small purple eyes widens. his blood above you turning like stalactites ready to pierce your body. guess this is what he planned for you. hope it's going to be quick you think.

“i told you—they harmed civilians and leaving them alive would cause the same threat to civilians around them besides they were interfering with a mission.” you explained to him again calmly. your eyes briefly exchanging on the cause of your demise above you and into him.

“what were their last words?” he asks you.

“they didn't say anything but—”swallowing the lump in your throat before continuing, “they were crying.”

he let out a choked gasp before morphing into something similar to a growl. the blood mark on his face starting to bleed as his coagulated blood like stalactites glows red.

“you deserve to die a painful death.” he declares, you braced yourself for the tapered ends to rain down into you but they disappeared.

choso decided that your death should be in his own hands, not a moment he wasted on leaning down. straddling your form to avoid attempts in activating your technique and cuffing your wrists again.

you watched as his fingers turned red. blood wrapping around them like water turning into ice in winter. his fingers surrounding by his crystallized blood and you swallow the invisible lumps of lumps in your throat. raising your head — looking at your surroundings before looking back at him. his expression bored and back to being into a neutral one.

“for my little brothers.” he says, beginning to cut your round cheek. the hardened blood in his fingers draws a line in the skin followed by blood trickling from the wound. the crimson liquid flows like droplets of rain in the window.

the stinging sensation of being cut made you gasp. your eyes watering a bit from the pain. biting your other cheek to numb the pain. this is your punishment, you think and they'll be followed by another and then another. until your skin are marked with a thousand cuts and slowly bleed from it. this is his revenge. a slow painful death. for the death of his little brothers.

cry. cry you murderer. this is for the pain of my little brothers. the words running in his mind as he yet to bestow another cut in your skin. starting from your face until you were covered by it. your reverse cursed technique will be no more and it will only prolong suffering from you. you have no escape from his grasp until he can see cry. let your pathetic tears flow in your eyes just like his brothers.

kechizu. eso. oh, his sweet little brothers dying from your hands and that itadori yuuji. he will come for him after he's done with you.

his fingers reaching out to your soft skin to graze his razor sharp fingers but before he can add another wound to your face. sweat began to build in his forehead. surfacing to his very pores until they become beads turning into droplets. his body throbbing like experiencing the first effect of the most deadliest of poisons then an unimaginable heat spreading throughout his body like wildfire. burning into his system. the sensation of being set ablaze.

his body freezing and what did you do? is this some trump card you've hidden? it's impossible not when your hands are bound by his blood and your body surrendering to his punishment. his eyes scans all over you.

your hair, face and neck are covered in sweat. glistening in the dimming lights of the place. he can hear the thunderous beat of your heart hammering in your chest like it's going to burst at any moment.

what was happening to him?

this is not over. he can't let his brothers death be in vain. it can't be. not when you're under him. not when you're still alive and breathing under him.

the indescribable heat spreading throughout his body continues. he doesn't know what was happening to him. only he knows is the sweet scent wafting in the air before he turned like this. inhaling the fumes of it in the air and in his muddled brain. he only thought of one reason why this is happening to him — your blood.

the ones he hit earlier is already healed and the freshly cut wound in your cheek. he leans down sniffing the wound to satiate his curiosity and there's the traces of the sweet scent he inhaled earlier.

why the hell he is affected of this?! he's supposed to make you suffer not him. his breathing starts to get odd. it feels air is being stolen for him and therefore he began to pant.

and when push comes to shove and choso is placed in a dire situation he needs to adapt. his brain racking for any ideas to get this feeling out and you, you just seem to worsen it.

he needs to find a way out of it. what heat spreading throughout in his body turning worse and then a new sensation coursing throughout his body coming from his nether regions. painful and throbbing of attention and the slightest of friction of it worsening. the steady beat of his heart turning into one of what could be described as erratic.

as a newly incarnate being, choso was still exploring what his body is capable of and functions and certainly the sensation of being hot and bothered isn't one of it. he can feel the blood flowing in his veins pumping and gathering at his cock. straining in his robe and choso didn't know what to do.

his eyes landing in your form. shaking like a leaf and your eyes turning glossy that he can almost make out a tear rolling from it. squirming at the confines of his blood. clothes disheveled, your stomach peeking under that uniform. skin looking so soft and his hands itches to cope a feel of the flesh of yours. his drool escaping in the corners of his mouth like a rabid animal. eyes sharp with the intent to kill but it contradicts the desire, satiating something that beyond of his control and the answer is in front of him.

you.

you're the only one who can fix this and you're taking responsibility for it — wether you like it or not.

his behavior flips like a switch. gazing at him in such confusion from the sudden change of his behavior. from someone who wants to serve your head in a platter to someone rabid. unclear of his intentions to you but it didn't stop what kind of fate awaits for you tonight. still bound in the shackles of blood with no clear way of escape.

warnings bells ringing in your head, the moment he approached you, his large body hovering above yours. his eyes blood shot. the scleras of his eyes decorated with vein-liked marks of red.

“as their older brother, it's my duty to avenge my siblings and by doing it—it is to kill you but for now, you will take responsibility for what i am going to do with you.” he huffs. his fingers reaching out to the outer hem of your uniform.

you look at him puzzled. your face morphing into one of confusion. this is totally unhinged with the meanest of mood swings. acting like he didn't want to kill you earlier and his declaration of avenging his brothers and his hands reaching for your uniform. it couldn't be. a million thoughts running in your brain for what he is about to do and it doesn't prepare you for what he did.

a breathless gasp and tear drop falling from your eyes as his hands tears the uniform you were wearing. leaving your upper half exposed. your body burning with humiliation along with the coldness of the air hitting in your skin.

in his muddled brain choso thought how pretty you look under that uniform of yours. his revenge popping like bubbles the longer he stares at you and the organ throbbing between his legs getting worst. in his short time as being incarnated he didn't yet explored the human anatomy and yours but he's getting the gist of it what that seems pleasurable to him and to cure that ache in his cock. he simply needs you.

the swell of your breasts and stomach. it's unfamiliar. never seeing something in part of a human so abundant. that patched face had shown him numerous pictures of the human body but never this.

still—the sweet scent of your blood lingers in the air. impervious of the earlier blood shed with the thousands of civilians he had slashed earlier. the musty and metallic smell of blood is nothing to yours and only fuels to the desire he can't quite comprehend.

leaning down towards your face and the stream of blood in your cheek now dried and he frowns. he didn't give you a warning that he is bestowing another mark the skin of your cheek. wanting to see that crimson liquid slide to your skin again.

your lips quiver with your eyes closing from another stinging sensation running down in your nerves.

“kill me. send me in the afterlife with your brothers awaiting for their revenge in mine.” you say in a shaky voice. your heart beat thrumming like fingers tapping in a wooden table. you couldn't bear to see your body being cut while you're alive.

he only gave you a sharp look. his eyes slanting and the redness surrounding it adding to the intensity of it. giving him the sort of a rugged look and someone who hadn't sleep for weeks.

choso released his coagulated blood in your wrists. “who are you to order me? killing you would be too easy.” his voice rough. those purple eyes of his looking directly at your own. if looks could pierce, you would be blind.

his inhibitions briefly coming back for a moment upon the mention of being killed and his brothers. you take this an opportunity to manipulate your fingers while you whisper. disguised in the small breaths you were taking but it was later replaced by a whimper when his hardened blood slashed the surface of your arm. hence, deactivating your technique.

“do that again and i'll cut your arm off.” he warns before coming back to the delirious state he was earlier. your blood enticing him that his eyes almost rolling to their back upon from the abundance of your blood freely flowing in your skin.

nose brushing to the apple of your cheek like a cat nuzzling and you can feel his tongue, licking at your blood. his spit smearing in your skin. groaning at the taste of your blood in his tongue and your arm meeting the same fate. you could almost feel the tip of his tongue protruding the flesh of the split skin and you're afraid he's going to take a chunk out of it.

you bit your lower lip. muffling any sounds that's threatening to spill from your mouth. too focused and trained. you didn't realize you were drawing blood from how hard you were biting it.

choso studied you for a minute after he was done from lapping up the crimson liquid in your arm and the moment he sees blood spilling from your lips, his own is in yours.

pressing his lips and parting it to fully accommodate your lips in his. nibbling on your lip. a new sensation of your soft ones to his own chapped lips. pleased by the texture of your own, sparking another kind of hunger. dissatisfied with just pressing his lips to yours — choso racks up his brain on what he could do and that where he found another function for what he would use his tongue to yours.

it wasn't just your lips but also your mouth where he could savor that delightful taste. shoving his tongue deeply into yours that you think he'll suck the soul out of your body. swirling and exploring his tongue inside yours in the newfound sensation he was feeling. he can hear the whimpers along with what he was doing and he takes it as an invitation to go deeper.

goosebumps rises all over his body. blooming in his back then down to his arms. the sensation of your lips in his mine as he swallowed the voices and your taste dancing in his tongue.

while choso continue his onslaught on your lips, your fingers finds his shirt. clutching it in desperation, a plea for him to stop. holding it as your knuckles turning into a another shade of it. no matter how tightly you held into it — he didn't stop.

too lost in the pleasure of your lips and the newly found sensation of kissing someone. he didn't even think about air was slowly disappearing and neither did you. suffocation would be the cause of your death right now.

your legs flails as you squirmed beneath him. body thrashing as an attempt to escape him and stop his unrelenting movements in your mouth and when choso feels the air being stolen from him. he breaks the kiss albeit hesitant of it as you both catched your breaths. panting and taking gulps of air and that's he noticed the tears coming from your eyes came pouring in heavily. staring at him scared but it didn't matter. it only adds to his satisfaction of seeing that you're afraid of him. that he's capable of things.

your lower body moves and it wasn't an intention accidentally rubbing his hard on with your lower half earning a grunt coming from him. the delicious friction and the painful sensation of his cock desperately in need of attention.

his fingers coming to find the ends of his purple gi, untying it in a rush manner. his robes following suit. showing his rock hard abs. his chest moving in the rhythm of his pants and he could see the difference between yours and him.

“s-stop...” you pleaded to him but choso didn't think anything of your begging. his palms coming to press into the soft skin of your collarbones. the rough texture of his palms is nothing as it glides over to your collarbones and to your chest. mesmerized by it's softness and his fingers ending at your hardened buds of your breasts.

they stand in stiff peaks and the briefest brush of his fingers sends your body to jerk upwards. his eyes lowering and landing his sight your round stomach. decorated with streaks of lines similar to bolts of lightning. just a touch of his hands sinks into the softness of it it. like a dough ready for kneading and choso is completely enticed by this part of the human body. never knowing that one could possess such creation in someone's skin.

what perfection in someone's imperfection. he stares at you. your tears hadn't stop flowing and in his mind, still clouded with lust it clears for a moment to appreciate you. captivated by the beauty you hold. so vulnerable and delicate in front of him. he couldn't imagine that you could kill his brothers in your hands. he must not be clouded over his judgement now that you're completely under him and these burst of foreign feelings exploding all over him. lust? desire? love?

he don't know except for his cock straining in his pants.

“did i scare you?” he asks and despite the tears blurring your vision, you scoff. unbelievable this guy is. he was literally torturing you earlier before killing you and he got the nerve to ask you if he was scaring you. yes, you are scared — despite being prepared to be killed. you are. you're still human and still allowed to be scared. half-naked and bare in front of him. who wouldn't?

he didn't know why he asked that to you. it's clear you were. your life in his palms and choso's gaze softens a bit. finding your reaction adorable but it wouldn't stop him from continuing not when you're looking so delectable in front of him. that leaves him thinking back of the unnecessary blabbering of that curse called mahito about what humans do and the word “fucking”. mahito says that's how humans reproduce and the way he was conceived just like his brothers.

he surely can do that to you. i'm sorry kechizu, eso. your big brother is being selfish. he thought before tugging your skirt away leaving you in your panties. clicking his tongue from your stubbornness and squirming.

fuck, your thighs. squished together and looking so big and soft and choso couldn't help but to salivate at the sight. he can hear your whining and begging but it didn't deter him. just giving you a quick glare to behave or else and despite the earlier declaration that you're prepared to die, you didn't want your limbs to part from you.

grabbing your thighs and his fingers sinks to the plushness of your thighs. the flesh jiggling and ripples with the way he grabs it and his lips curling into one of a smile like a kid discovering what marshmallow feels like.

his sight deviating from your thighs to the damp spot between your panties. curiosity getting the best out of him as his fingers prod at the wet patch in your panties and a whimper left your lips the moment he touches leaving choso to no choice to press harder and that made you squirm.

“no, please...” you begged at him and choso ignores. fascinated at his newly found discovery. his fingers hooking at the elastic band of your panties before pulling it down and it's the first time he ever touched you gently. no forceful ripping of clothes nor threats but it was still wrong in forcing himself to you.

you couldn't even fight him. such helplessness you were showing and you felt pathetic about this whole ordeal.

with your parted legs and his cock free and throbbing. slick dripping out from your hole. the half-curse took it as an invitation.

discarding his pants and his cock springing free from it's confines. his hardened length slapping in his abdomen, the bulbous tip of his cock covered in beads of his pre-cum. his hand reaches out for his length and began stroking it. hissing at the sensitivity of his cock before smearing his length to your slit. gathering the slick that coats your pussy to his cock to add lubrication before aligning his tip to your hole. tapping it for a few before the bulbous tip of his cock poking your hole, slowly sliding it in and his grip turning into a vice to your wide hips. preventing you to escape and ignoring the whines and begging from you.

influenced by his desires and his cock throbbing for stimulation plus the inexperience of copulating with someone, in one fast movement, he swiftly enters inside you. the sudden intrusion of his long and girthy length doesn't save your hymen from being teared apart. the barrier protecting your virtue and now defiled. the sudden tearing causing blood to trickle and choso picks up the scent of blood coming from your pussy.

his cock buried now inside and biting his lips to muffle the sound threatening to spill from him. “t-tight...” he mutters, the first word he said. the sensation of your warm walls spasming around him and the lack of control —he released his first load inside you. painting your walls white and choso shudders. the tingles spreading to his groin and to his spine. eyes almost rolling back from the sensation and he doesn't want to part from this feeling.

“fuck! hah...” he pants, he had already cummed deep inside you but it's not enough, he needed more. his cock is still hard and pulsating, engulfed by the soft, velvety walls of your pussy.

he holds your legs spreading them wider for him to sink deeper inside you. now both of your legs are in the side of his torso. him in a kneeling position. his large palms gliding through the expanse of of your calves and now the back of your thighs. holding it as he began to move his hips. his cock melding into your walls.

you laid there with your eyes closed. sweat gathering at your forehead while you endured the sharp, stinging pain in your nether regions. he didn't even gave you time to adjust or let the pain subside before thrusting again. you could feel his hands digging at your waist. hands sinking deeper and the way he was thrusting is in rhythm to the movement of his hands pushing your fat causing it bulge out. your muffin top getting bigger and choso likes that.

you didn't want to look at him but his forceful thrusts as he fucks you like a fleshlight leaves you to open your eyes and you see him. his sweat falling like drops of rain, plopping in your round stomach. his face flushed and glistening. salivating at the pleasure he was feeling. thighs slapping against yours, creating a sound of plap, plap, plap resonating in the cold underground.

“you're pretty,” he rasps out between his breaths. “'s tight and g—good for me.” beginning to blabber nonsense. “want to stay here inside you, fat pussy gripping me so tight, haaa...” hips rocking back and forth.

all the hate and talks of revenge dissipating in the air like bubbles the more he slams his hips and his cock burying deeper inside you. how can he hate you at this point? taking him so well and looking angelic beneath him while the tears rolls down your cherubic cheeks and choso wants to kiss that away. comfort you while he wrecks you deep inside.

he grabs both of your legs, hooking it to his shoulder and your ankles are now leveled in his ears. pressing a chaste kiss to your chunky calf before pressing your legs down to your chest.

your stomach folds and your rolls are now squished. mounting you like an animal to breed. his face flushed and glistening with sweat. perspiration dropping like dews from leave to the ground. plopping into your stomach similar to the first rain drops in a afternoon.

new memories surfaces in his mind like reels of a movie tape. he sees you there so happy and bright. your laughter can be heard all over and that warms his heart. adding to the delusions that it was fine to make love to your like a lover instead of a savage who's assaulting you.

“doing so well for me, pretty...” he mutters, moving away the stray hairs sticking from your face. his lips brushing to your cheeks. “i am going breed you, pump you full of my cum.” he whispers, peering at you with such softness that there's malice hidden behind them with intentions that runs deep than intended. it wasn't lust for cold body now, he was desiring you.

your legs between his chest and yours and it burns from the stretch. limbs burning but he doesn't know. his hips suddenly moves. thrusting violently to your soaking hole mixed with his cum earlier and your blood from your hymen. your slick beginning to gather and the wet squelching sound echoing in the underground.

his hands sliding to your shoulders then to your arms until it rested on your palms. linking it with his rough and calloused hands. holding it beside your head while he continues his assault to your poor cunt.

there's a sharp gasp of breath and drawl coming everytime you feel the bulbous tip of his cock nudges your cervix. forcing it to open to accommodate his length to ensure that he can breed you full.

he continues to blabber. lapping at the blood trickling down from your cheeks. ignorant to your cries and pain. all he can think is all about you. you and you and you. he doesn't think of anything.

pump after pump of his cum to your womb, he didn't stop — not even when his cum and yours overflows from your dripping hole despite being plugged by his cock.

choso only kisses you. his breath fanning to your face while he kept cumming deep inside you. dumping his huge load. his intoxication with your blood hadn't worn off and you have no chance of escape.

the blood of his brothers staining in your hands and your blood in his. consumed with the highest of penalties. stronger than any pacts that are forged and in that amount of time he was inside you, a new form of pact is formed. made from the blood of yours and his.

Hello! I hope you are doing well ^^ Can I request for Sanzu Haruchiyo with a chubby reader where reader wants to try Ab riding but is too shy to tell him about this.

COME ALONG FOR A RIDE

SANZU HARUCHIYO X CHUBBY READER

content warnings ─── slight body insecurities, bonten sanzu, drugs, guns, smut, abs riding.

notes. i'm sorry it took a long for me to finish this. hope you like it. thank you!

ᝰ synopsis .ᐟ you've been thinking about it a lot but never brought it up afraid of what he may think but sanzu is more than pleased to give what you desire.

“i can't give what you need pretty girl if you won't speak.” the scars in the corner of his lips animatedly move as it turned to one of his signature smirk.

his coat hanging into one of the expensive chairs. leaving him only in his usual formal suit. pale violet vest with matching slacks. his thumb and forefinger grasping your jaw to meet his green eyes gleaming with joy although a crazed one to be exact. his long lashes flattering in a elegant manner.

you sat in the bed, embarrassed. desire pooling between your legs as you rubbed your thick thighs together. the tight fitting dress hugging your plush body and considering how tighter it was than the usual and shorter. your little ministrations making the dress ride up exposing more of your skin to be considered immodest as what others may say but sanzu loves it.

after meetings with his executives followed by cleaning out the traitors of bonten, he sure deserves a reward. something to ease and relax him other than what his pills can do. his pretty baby waiting for him all dolled up for him to ruin.

tonight, he knows something is going on with that pretty head of yours. stealing glances from him time to time and the way your throat move from swallowing. he knows about you every minute more than you could ever know. doesn't mean he's not around he doesn't know anything what's going on with you.

you avert your gaze at him. you can't even make the words without looking at him. you want him so bad.

“speak up, doll.” he firmly orders to you and the words forced its way from your mouth.

“c—can i ride your abs for tonight?” you stutter. swallowing thickly and you look at him, afraid. your face felt hot and the tears making it's appearance in your eyelids. you should have never asked.

his grin grew wider from hearing your request. grasping your jaw tighter to look at him fully. his eyes gleams like a maniac, one you've seen often when he's killing traitors or those who dared to get closer to you.

“should've told me sooner, pretty girl.” his scars appearing wider than it already is from smiling.

even with the cool breeze coming from outside in one of the highest floor of the expensive hotel with the overview of city lights. you can't quell the desire growing stronger and hotter. naked in the bed, straddled in sanzu's hard abs. he lays there amused. his pink-colored hair splayed in the soft pillow, a huge grin plastered on his face while he watched you grind on his abs.

“h-haru...” you moaned out. your palms pressed in his chest. back arched while your hips back and forth to get that delicious friction. your clit throbbing every time it brushes with his firm muscles. the smooth skin of his abs adding stimulation that your thighs shakes from every movement.

“that's it, pretty. show me what you can do while you ride me, 'kay? make yourself cum and i'll reward you.” he praises and still have he smirk in his face doesn't disappear while you rode him. your slick drips and trails from the lines of his abs and if it wasn't filthy and hot he doesn't know what is.

your breasts squished between your arms and your tummy folds while it jiggles from the movement of your hips and your breathy moans occupying the space of the room. you face sweaty with a timid look coming from you. all the hard work and the troubles he dealt today disappearing slowly while you used him for pleasure. careful now, he thinks he might get addicted to this but he didn't care about it.

“you cumming for me, baby? s—shit, do it for me baby.” he rasps out, chuckling at your shaky form.

he buries the heel of his feet in the soft duvet. arching his back slightly for you to get the stimulation you needed as you get nearer from your edge. your hips grinding harder and your body jolts. your aching clit hitting the firm muscle. instinctively cupping your breast and rolling your hardened bud to prolong the delicious feeling that spread throughout your body.

“'m going to cum now, haru” you warned him. your hips rutting desperately and faster to his rock hard abs. “that's a good girl, cum for me now, pretty.”

and with a whine, grinding harder making your clit hit that same spot all over again you came in his abs. the clear, sticky liquid of your cum spreads messily to his stomach. you pant, recovering from the high and the strands of your hair sticks to your face.

you look at the man who granted you in indulging your desires for tonight. he looks contented, happy even and you're more than ready to please him whatever he wants for tonight.

“think you can ride me again, pretty?” you nod at his words in which he replied with a smirk. “this time in my cock.”

if it helps, i'll always be labelled as the "loud obnoxious chubby girl" so... you can't win being a bigger girl. it's the worst. /:

thank you, nonnie. it feels like it's never enough when you're big cause everyone will associate you with your attribute with your fatness. i hope they should stop that.

anyways, hope you're doing well there, nonnie. we need to stick together.

will be always labeled as “the chubby girl who is quiet” nah, it doesn't hurt but i wish i was chatty and isn't awkward with others.