OOPS! WRONG SEND

OOPS! WRONG SEND

PRO! SAKUSA KIYOOMI X MANAGER! CHUBBY READER

content warnings ─── porn, twitter porn, masturbation. (warnings will be added more)

notes. there will be a full fic to be added. the consequences of a wrong sent message. (coming soon)

ᝰ.ᐟ in which you accidentally sent a twitter porn link to sakusa kiyoomi, your team's player and you need to face the consequences and him finding your dirty secrets.

ᝰ.ᐟ ACCIDENTALLY SENDING A TWITTER PORN LINK TO SAKUSA KIYOOMI..... A HUGE MISTAKE

ᝰ.ᐟ RECEIVING A TWITTER PORN LINK FROM YOUR MANAGER..... NOT BAD

ᝰ.ᐟ DIRTY SECRETS (coming soon)

ACCIDENTALLY SENDING A TWITTER PORN LINK TO SAKUSA KIYOOMI..... A HUGE MISTAKE

─── in which you hoped kiyoomi ignored the link you accidentally sent him.

content warnings ─── msby manager! reader, wrong send, twitter porn, reader's point of view.

notes. all goes to @starrbright for this idea of her. here's the link for the twitter porn.

READER'S POV

“holy shit....”

did you read that right? you squinted your eyes and the realization hits in. almost choking on your own saliva at the twitter porn link you just had sent at kiyoomi. fuck. that's why you were kind of confused why the twitter link you sent in your account isn't the video you're looking forward to watch in your another late night sessions.

oh fuck, how could you face him? and how did you only now find out after this urgent message and your twitter porn link is sent there. you didn't need to check it to find out what post it is. you're never the type to send a fucking link of a wholesome post to your own.

opting for retweeting for such content in your account as a the public manager of the msby volleyball team. you should have made another account but hah, regret is always in the end and you were internally panicking. sakusa wouldn't watch such explicit video right? you find yourself nervously giggling and you take a peek at your phone and it's only left on read.

would you explain it to him or maybe say it was a wrong send, your phone got hacked. the latter seems reasonable. or play dumb. kiyoomi was probably asleep before he can read it. you didn't even bother checking the time with your messed up schedule with the demand of managing the boys and fuck. you're really in deep trouble. you just hoped kiyoomi would just pretend he didn't seen that nor opened that link.

you were kind of glad that it wasn't sent to anyone in the team. you will never hear the end of it. sakusa should be cool about. everybody watch porn. you face yourself in the mirror. taking deep breaths and the trouble you put yourself into.

you swear you could never look at kiyo straight in the eye at the lewd message you accidentally sent him and worst you're meeting him sooner or later. you were waiting for his confirmation in when he is available to discuss with you his possible brand deal.

and your notification pinged. alerting you of a message you waited and you hoped that it wasn't sakusa but things aren't easy to hope for.

it was indeed him. sakusa kiyoomi. the man you accidentally sent your guilty pleasure. a twitter porn link sent to him. you take one deep breath.

it is now or never.

GREAT PRETENDER

YANDERE! JEALOUS! ITADORI YUUJI X CHUBBY READER

request. 🤍hi! May I request yandere yuji x chubby reader

Where the couple is hanging out with todo, And yuji thinks reader is getting to close, while she’s wearing tight dress. Then cut to yuji bullying her, fucking her senseless till all she can do is babble his name and think of only him🤍 hopefully this sounds right (ty)

content warnings ─── possessiveness, yandere themes, jealousy, dubious consent, rough fucking, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, dacryphilia, cunnilingus, creampies, mean! yuuji, name-calling,

ᝰ synopsis .ᐟyou should have never played fire if you can't face the repurcussions.

itadori doesn't strike as the jealous type in front of other people. he's all smiles and chuckles when being faced with envy and shakes it off as a good manner in not to offend others and shrugs it off like nothing.

that's why he endures it through gritted teeth and keep his lips in forming into a snarl. the irritation keep building the more you talked or are you seducing todo in front of him.

you really are. giggling at his remarks and enthusiasm about that idol who he had been babbling for the last minutes. attention whore. he thinks to himself whilst looking at you. engrossed in the conversation with todo. did he just think you're a whore? itadori shakes the thought to himself you could never be one. whore isn't the one he'd describe you with. you're far from that. he was quick to dismiss the thoughts when you link your soft hands to his calloused ones.

“yuuji!” you beamed at him. flashing him one of your brightest smiles that instantly lifts his mood up. his jealousy dissipating in the thin air when you've given him the attention that is truly for him.

you went right in front of him. stopping him from walking further and itadori is on full mode. attentive and alert of what you were about to do and he was taken aback when you giggled in front of him. wrapping your arms around his neck before leaning towards his face to kiss him on the nose. the gesture alone sending sparks of electricity throughout his body. his arms already in your plush waist. hands above your butt and his head in your neck. burying his nose where he can smell your scent and his sight on todo. unaware of such affections behind his back and yet, itadori couldn't let go of

you were his — from the start until to the very end and hell will freeze over before you would belong to someone else who's not him.

when you pull yourself from his grasp. itadori couldn't deny the twisting pain in his gut. similar to a milk being churned to turn into butter. his eyes following your finger as you happily skipped and listen again to whatever todo was discussing to you about.

such declaration of love would be seen and heard as sweet and the devotion coming from it, is clear. it's far from it. the sickness and the selfishness that makes it deep and itadori wouldn't say he's jealous. he's not the type to get envious over silly things but it's not silly when it comes to you. not when you're happily basking in that stupid attention todo is giving to you. parading around with that tight little dress that almost leaves nothing for imagination.

the curve of your ass, the swell of your chest and that soft pudge in your tummy protruding in that clothing and your creamy thighs being exposed by that dress everytime you move. if todo was nothing but a pervert he would be ogling at you. like a dog being taunted by a piece of meat. drooling and excited. thankfully, todo isn't like that. knowing when to distance himself from such temptations but he's a man. a man who has needs and he swears he can see that gorilla stealing glances at your delectable body.

hence, he felt silly why he approved you of wearing such clothing in this cold night. he understands women have this preference of dressing nicely and being provocative at the same time and he accepts it for you. seeing you happy and confident with the body that you had numerous countless battles of. itadori couldn't be more any prouder and he can protect you from the sleazy bastards that dared to touch his girl but can he shield you and himself from the man who helped him so much. now stealing glances and god knows whatever thoughts run in that mind of his.

it didn't help when you almost fall face flat in the hard concrete ground. todo's arm wrapping around your stomach. the action intimate and that further enraged itadori. the sound of his footsteps almost stomping and hiding that scowl in his face with a grateful look to aoi. pulling you closer to his with apologies in his lips why his time with him and yours would be cut short. that night itadori held you close. hands tightly holding yours and his eyes burning with fury. you had taken the brunt of his anger that night.

he made you cum with his tongue thrice. your dress bunched up in your plush waist. your back pressed in the wall, your legs slung on his shoulders while he feasts on your cunt. laving your cunt with his spit until you were trembling and limp. your thick thighs crushing around his head and itadori didn't mind that. it's only his claim that only him could make you feel this good.

“you're a two-faced bitch...” he began and the tears came springing in your eyes at his words. “'m not...” you defend yourself while your fat pussy is mercilessly being battered by his huge cock. his hips swinging back and forth. his hold on your flabby arms is tight while you scratch his muscular biceps. nails digging from the impact of his cock inside you.

“yes, you are. acting chummy for aoi. i bet you want to get fucked by him.” itadori groans. the words he's throwing at you and thinking of what happened earlier replaying in his mind like reels. you couldn't muster any words before his hips is full on slamming into yours. his cock nudging the soft spots in your pussy that you can't even think straight.

your thick legs thrown in his shoulders. your chunky calves is flattened, the back of your creamy thighs meeting the same fate with his hands grips it. pressing your legs further in your chest that it starting to burn from the stretch. “yuuji!” you moaned out. back arching from the sudden orgasm he pulled out from you. your eyes closing while you let out a whimper. catching your breath in slow motions but it was instantly knocked out when your boyfriend continued his assault in your sopping cunt.

“yuuji!” you call his name again but it fell into deaf ears. entranced by your pussy tightening around his cock. engulfed in your warm walls that the boy above you is already drooling. his saliva dribbles and falling to your folded rolls in your stomach.

he snapped out of his thoughts when another orgasm came crashing into you. shaking your whole system that your body trembled and quaked under from his touch. your moans are garbled and your voice are getting higher in pitched while you repeatedly call his name. he's not lasting any longer either. his balls tightening while his cock twitches from his impending release. with a rough thrust, making sure that his cock is lodged deep inside you. he came. loads and loads of his cum pumping inside you. coating every corner and when yuuji cums, it's too much. the thick and creamy white cum of his overflowing from your insides and outside. escaping from the holes of the side of his cock buried inside you.

he continued fucking you dumb until he's sure he dumped his load. fingers pinching and squeezing the fat in your body making sure you're marked. he also had teeth marks littering in your body, in your chest, arms, your round stomach, thighs and fuck he ain't leaving a spot unmarked until it satiated him.

you are his and nothing would change that. he would kill anyone who dared to look nor touch you. blood in his hands is nothing when he did it for his love to you.

｡‧˚ʚ°ɞ˚‧｡ ─── HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SATORU.

｡‧˚ʚ content warnings ɞ˚‧｡─── use of "chan" excessively, food play, finger licking, dry humping, thigh riding.

｡‧˚ʚ notes ɞ˚‧｡ a late birthday fic for our strongest sorcerer and dedicated for @plush-journal.

ᝰ.ᐟ it looks he could pair his birthday cake you baked for him and you. he's on a treat and is looking for more birthdays to come.

“happy birthday, satoru.”

his thumb and index finger meet to pinch the hem of his blindfold before raising it to take a peek. one of his blue eyes twinkling like stars in the night sky. the shimmering getting more prominent as he sees you. his girlfriend in front of him, holding his birthday cake.

he smiles. that soft, boyish smile without the playful and teasing that he always sports wether it was to annoy or make fun of others. it warm and sincere. his pinkish lips curled up into a smile that makes your heart skip a beat.

gojo places back his blindfold in its proper place. straightening his posture in his chair. “come here, baby~.” he calls you and placing yourself in his lap and gojo immediately latches in to you. his slender arms locking around your soft middle. patting your tummy in a rhythm for his amusement and his jaw resting in your shoulder.

“make a wish, 'toru.” glancing at him before going back to see the fire dancing at the wick of his birthday candle. nothing too fancy about the cake. covered with white icing and the frosting the same color. sliced strawberries place between the dotted frosting. chocolate syrup glazed in the sides and the center is written with happy birthday and his name. clearly homemade and gojo appreciate the effort. it's hard to come by these days.

blowing the candle, gojo smiles after the fire was extinguished. the smoke slowly dissipating in the air and you kissed his cheek. muttering a quick greeting. “happy birthday, satoru.” placing the cake in the table to meet his gaze. blindfold already discarded.

“did you make the cake?” he asks. “yeah. i just want to do something for your birthday since you don't celebrate it.” gojo chuckles. blowing raspberries to your chubby cheeks in which made you giggle. “celebrate, huh? nuzzling his cheek to yours. in a deep thought. it had been years since he celebrated with the people he trusts and after that, his birthdays for him are another regular day with the exception of his students birthdays and yours. he made sure he goes the extra mile to give them a memorable celebration. it would be a surprising for someone to know he doesn't celebrate his birthday considering his birth tipped the balance of the world. there's nothing worth of celebrating that, he thinks.

“it's your day, satoru. you can do whatever your heart desires.” you say softly to him. running your fingers in his white hair. “would it be wrong if it's you i desire?” your face burned in embarrassment. flustered at his suggestion. his smirk getting bigger as he sees you getting flustered. his grip on your wide hips tightens. pulling you closer to prevent you from getting up. “t—there's nothing wrong about that, 'toru. it's just we're here. anyone could walk in.” squirming at his lap while you tried to push him away. his face getting closer with that huge shit-eating plastered in his face.

“anyways, i-i should get us a plate and a fork.” you attempted to get up but you were planted firmly in his lap while trying to avoid the impending embarrassment creeping up on you. “no need. feed me with your hand (y/n)-chan~” he requested and who are you deny him. it's his birthday.

“okay.” your eyes scanning the cake until you settled in picking up the plump strawberry resting in the top of the cake, coated with cream and you faced him. “here you go, satoru.” his lips parting before taking a bite of the fruit. humming in delight as he tasted the sweetness of the fruit. he takes a bite again, eating the remaining and before you could take another piece of the toppings in his cake. he holds your wrist. your fingers covered in juices of the fruit and before you could take your hand back, he takes a lick of it. his tongue wide, swiping the remnants of the fruit from your cute, chubby fingers. “satoru....” you muttered. he didn't even break eye contact with you. maintaining it and the action's hot.

you uncomfortably shift in his lap. “it's my turn, baby.” you remained stunned from his deed. you didn't even feel him smearing the cream in your cheek before offering you a piece of the sliced strawberry. “let me feed you, (y/n)-chan~” you look at him before taking a bite. nibbling on the goodness the fruit have to offer.

he thinks he could cum in his pants just by looking at you eat. it always does but nothing beats this sight — so innocent and adoring in his eyes. watch as your soft lips move as you chew. the cream smeared in your round cheek and fuck, you look appetizing. seeing you enjoy and relish on the taste. he wants some too.

“i want to taste that too, baby.” before you could even protest his lips is in yours. nibbling your lower lip. a permission to grant him entrance in which you did. although a little hesitant cause you didn't even manage to swallow the remaining bits and his tongue is already making home inside your mouth. swirling and exploring every part of it. you swear you could hear him groaning. his hand on your lower back while the others in the back of your head. deepening the kiss to taste all of you.

your hips unconsciously grinding in his thigh causing a moan to slip from you. sparks of the familiar excitement running in your veins and the wetness dampening your panties.

he's the first to break the kiss. softly moaning and licking the corner of his lips. “tasty and oops— you have a stain in your cheek, (y/n)-chan. let me clean it for you.” and his mouth is already in your cheek. engulfing it with his lips before sucking on it. tongue swiping in the expanse of your skin. when he was done, his saliva connects to his lips and to your cheek. “all clean now!” he exclaims and his deft, nimble fingers is already unbuttoning the buttons of your cardigan. pulling it away in a quick motion from you. leaving you in your low cut, puff-sleeved dress. “you won't mind if i eat my cake, do you?” you shake your head. thinking he was finished with you but you didn't see it coming when he took a chunk of the cake you baked for him. his palm covered with the soft crumbs and the frosting before he smudged it to your chest.

“thanks for the food.” he says before diving in. face buried to your chest while his tongue do all the work in cleaning you up. he happily laps it all. your natural taste and scent infused with the warm goodness of the confection you made for him just send him off at the highest part of heaven. he feels you too. warm and ready. your warm pussy in his thigh moving back and forth. gojo smirks. he sure could help you while he feasts on you.

he wraps his arm around you, resting in your lower back and the other gripping your plush ass. assisting you to grind your hips harder to his thigh and he was rewarded with the sweetest moans he could ever hear.

“satoru~....” you moaned out. your thick thighs trapping his own muscular thigh while you ride him. your body hot. your insides shaking the more you move and slow build of your release is already making its progress.

your fingers finding refuge in his soft, white lock. tangling your fingers and the occasional grip you pull his hair when the delicious friction of your clit meeting his thigh. you wouldn't last long not when he moves your hips, not when you can hear the noise of his satisfied moans and groans while he happily licks the cream out of you.

and when the final roll of your hips and a forceful tug of his hair, you came undone. your soft, voluptuous thighs shake from the orgasm you had. panting softly as you try yourself to get back to your own breathing.

at that moment he finished eating the frosting he just had smudged to you. a more than satisfied smile etched in his lips. his blue eyes filled with sincerity and enjoyment of the tasting. you're just that addicting to him.

“happy?”

“more than happy.” he says, tugging the sleeve of your dress. licking his lips at the anticipation of you being fully bare in front of him with cream covering you. he looks at you like a madman combined with a child high in sugar. his blue eyes losing it's usual glimmer and turning it into one of a full blown lust. dark and seductive. opposite in what he can see in your own eyes. “don't think i'm done with you. i still need to satisfy myself and you will help me, i need you for myself.” he chuckles. completely removing your clothing and it pools in your waist. your stomach with its rolls that made his mouth water, is bare for his eyes to feast.

“i'm not still finished in eating you up.” he warns you and you reminded yourself that you still need to be sane after he fucked you dumb.

GETTING COMFY, ARE WE?

ft. gojo satoru, nanami kento, fushiguro toji, geto suguru

content warnings ─── yandere themes, dark themes, implied forced marriage, dubcon, stockholm syndrome, implied noncon, reader is pregnant in toji's part.

ᝰ synopsis .ᐟ you could be so affectionate with them if you want, it would be adorable if you would just forget what they did to you.

GOJO SATORU

coming home was gojo's favorite. no matter the time of the day or night as long he comes home to his wife after missions. caked with blood from his enemies or just the same pristine him, straight to you and in rare occasions. it's the only time you first initiate any kinds of intimacy for him.

it made him believe that you truly didn't hate him and you were just being stubborn. in the state of denial that you don't want anything to do with him and holding yourself from pursuing him.

he finds you asleep. curled up in the bed and hugging a pillow. sleeping like a baby and gojo almost forgot how you look when you're asleep since the barrage of missions being thrown to him but never forgets the face of you in his waking and sleeping hours. well, he never forgets anything about you. from the strands of your hair to your birthmarks and the smallest of moles.

your husband settled besides you. laying in your shared bed and he exhales a breath and when his back hits the soft duvet. all his worries had melted away along with the pent up stress he accumulated throughout the day.

“i'm home.” he mutters. thumb caressing your cherubic cheeks before leaning to kiss that and moving towards to your soft lips. one he enjoyed kissing if it wasn't the tantrums you would throw at him if you were awake. dismissing any physical affection coming from him like his whole existence offends you but despite that — you will always be his one and only.

shifting in your sleep, gojo admired you like you were the finest piece of art mankind had created and he's the only one allowed to worship you.

your hand grabs his shirt and gojo anticipated that you would push him like you do in the daily basis but melts when you only stayed still after finding it was him unconsciously. he can see your lashes move. fluttering. a signal that you're waking up and he was meet by the prettiest pair of eyes belonging to you.

“satoru...” you call his name albeit sleepily and through your blurry vision. you see him. your husband and in your sleep inhibited state, you think of him as your dearest husband. forgetting all the hell you had gone through in his hands and gojo likes it when you're this.

“i'm here, baby.” he softly whispers to you and when he said that, you moved closer to him. snuggling at his side and gojo can clearly see the tiniest of smile bloom in your face. after a few shifts to make yourself comfortable you were asleep again.

“you love me don't you?” he says in the silence of the room even it was impossible for you to hear him. to gojo it was enough. no need for answers nor question your love to him.

he held you tightly in his arms that night — like any other nights where you are protected in his arms and no one can harm you. your presence enough to keep him grounded and assure him that you will be always forever by his side.

even you will hate him when morning comes.

NANAMI KENTO

nanami was beyond tired.

fatigue building up and the soreness of his body adding and the injuries he sustained from a rough mission. he didn't went straight to shoko for immediate treatment. opting to self-medicate and so he can't leave you alone for long.

his wounds hurt so bad that he can't even bring himself to walk himself in the bathroom to get the medicine kit and instead sat in one of the couches. his head resting at the top part. he stays still. drawing soft breathes to ease the pain and wondering where you are.

then he hears the soft footsteps coming towards him and nanami opens his eyes to met with your plush form standing in front of him. he can see the medicine kit you were holding and you were a little hesitant in walking towards him.

your mind screaming for you to run and leave him when he's this weak but you ignored the voices in your head. you can't outrun him let alone escape nanami. weakened or not, he's coming for you.

abandoning your escape plans, you treated his wounds.

he was stripped of his clothes. his body littered with scratches. some are deep and shallow and oozes with blood and you began to disinfecting his wound to avoid infection before wrapping them in a thin, white gauze bandage.

his brown eyes moves. following your every move. watch as your chubby hands dip the cloth in a basin full of water before wringing the cloth to remove the excess water before patting it to his skin covered with dirt. you repeated the same procedure many times. making sure he was fully clean. wiping his abdomen and carefully avoiding the dressed wounds and you reach to clean his chest and to his neck and nanami catches your hand with his.

bringing your hand holding the cloth to press a kiss in the back of your palm. “i can finish it up now darling. thank you.” he says but he was surprised when you didn't let him do it. you finish cleaning him up and treating his wounds before you grabbed the medicine kit and his soiled shirt to put in the laundry and nanami thought you will leave him after that.

instead you came back with a fresh set of clothes and this leaves him feeling a lot better than before that he almost forgot to remove the cuffs in your ankles.

“do you need anything?” you asked him. avoiding his gaze and nanami chuckles at your concern for him. “i'm already good, darling but can you stay here with me?” he requested and you nodded. he didn't let you sit beside him. placing you in his lap and despite your protests regarding with his wounds reopening he didn't bother.

his arms wrapping around your soft middle and burying his face in the crook of your neck. inhaling your scent that he missed the whole day he was gone. he missed you so bad that he thinks he can't survive another day without you by his side. to feel you. to smell you and to love you.

all the things he's capable of doing so just for you even it isn't aligned with his morals.

he was relishing in the feeling of your soft body against his and it was disrupted when he hears you sniffle. your hand curled into a fist holding his shirt. “darling....” he coos. comforting you while his large palms rubs your back. squishing the soft bits of your body. “i need you.... so bad.” he hears you say and was followed by a sob. your tears staining his shirt but he couldn't give a shit about a stained shirt when he's worried about you. he melts at your words. grateful and overjoyed that you're starting to warm up to him and need him. it's all he could ever ask. for you to depend on him that you won't be needing others except for him.

“i need you too, darling.” he grabs your soft jaw to look at him. nanami's gaze softens at the sight of your tear stained face. his thumb wiping the stray tears rolling in your cheeks. “stay.” you requested to him and nanami granted it. such a powerful word to disarm a man like him. he presses his lips to yours. a gesture of his undying devotion for you.

“as long as you want, darling.”

FUSHIGURO TOJI

toji comes home splattered with blood. it's either his or the blood from the people he had killed for money. he didn't mind the stain of their blood in his clothes and skin or the silly thoughts that they have someone important in their life. would it matter or change the course of life. everybody dies and they're just unfortunate to be ended by him with money on the line.

the cold cash stacked in his bank account is enough to forget and bask in his own selfish needs. he guesses that it includes you since you're his wife and soon-to-be baby mama. he needs to make an effort in earning hefty sums of money.

there's a fresh change of clothes awaiting for him in the foot of his bed and the food is being cooked in the stove when he passed by earlier and the bath is already warm to his preferences. all now he need is you but before that he needs to take care of himself before his cute, chubby housewife. so adorable except for the occasional stubborn attitude. that can be fixed with some manhandling.

there's no way of working a miracle for you to open up to him despite the numerous threats and the good ol' disciplining your wife shit. toji could go all day when you act up but one he's certain of. he doesn't need the affection you could give to him even if you want to.

he wasn't built or conditioned for that but it wouldn't hurt if you give that to him but still it still didn't happen. from the abduction to knocking you up.

after soaking in the tub full of warm water, he changes into his fresh change of clothes you prepare for him. sitting at the foot of his bed while patting his hair dry and that's when it happened.

he feels you before he can sense you. your flabby arms resting in his shoulder and your chest and the bump of your stomach is pressed in his muscular back.

this is a first. toji thought. his eyes widens. remaining still like he was frozen and then when your warmth leave him. coldness following through he can't help but to break into a smirk. mistaking your gesture as you're slowly falling in love with him even when you're just worried about him. you didn't think about his demise at his job but still a part of you hopes it. for the man who stole everything from you and the other part that he's given someone to put your hopes up. your child with him even he's the product of abuse.

“nuh uh, wifey.” there's a hint of mockery when toji called you that. the sound of it sparking your greatest fear coming from him. “you could just have told me, you've missed me.” he teases. a rare grin in his face, looking genuinely happy at your sudden affection for him.

he made you lay in the bed and when he's above you all you could feel is fear but he's rather gentle with you for now. you raised your hand. swiping the scar in his lips and a scowl is visible now in his face. annoyed how you could give the hideous scar in the corner of his lips attention when he's all on yours. way to ruin the mood but before he could react. you move your hand to hold his cheek and there's a squeeze in his chest when you did that. caressing the skin above his cheekbone and that's when he loses it when he stare directly at his eyes and time seems to stop when all he could see is your face and his reflection on those eyes of yours.

“don't be mad, please.” you whispered to him and you brace for what he's about to unleash to you. the familiar tears gathering at the corners of your eyes and how could toji be mad at that.

“'m not mad, princess. you've been good to me lately. how could i be?” he smiles before moving to your side. placing his arms above your baby bump and moves your head to place in his chest.

“think of this as your reward.” he says but he would never admit that what have you done is enough for him to go soft for you but he still didn't trust you. it may be a diversion and using your own cutesy shit for him to let his guard down but toji would never do that.

of all the things he had done, he didn't regret in stealing you from the world. where you and his unborn child by his side is enough for him. a family he could call his own, created by his whims.

GETO SUGURU

throughout the whole duration of your relationship with his — geto is a bit bothered of how things turned out. sure you're obedient (a little bit stubborn at times but he knows how to make you learn your place) and had done everything to please him in which you excelled at.

he was fine with but despite all of that he wants you to give your own little silly affection to him. he always initiates it and when he opens his arms or in the curl of his fingers there you come running to him like a trained animal. it seems a little off.

perhaps you're still cautious of him and hasn't fully accepted him like he was waiting for you to be tamed and when that comes — you will be his little perfect thing.

there's boundaries but such affections coming from you. he wants it but still he was above you and nothing's going to change. he can mend his ways but he's still in control.

“can i hug you?” a sad voice almost shy pipes up behind him. geto hums, looking behind and adjusting his position to face his sweet possession. half naked and looking so radiant like a renaissance painting in his bed. draped in his blanket. covering your intimated parts but he can still make out the indentions of your body. your nipples poking and linen of the blanket are stuck in your stomach rolls. you're tempting him again without trying this early in the morning.

“make yourself comfortable then.” and he almost chuckle at your sudden shift in behavior. clumsily crawling towards him in excitement and gently settling in his lap. placing your head in chest where you can hear the steady beat of his heart. you couldn't be more happier to be in this place. geto is yours.

you dared to kiss him although your mind tells you there's a chance he'll reject but you love him. so, so much. you didn't wished for anything and it will be always be his approval you craved for. your lips brushed to his chest and to his soft jaw. your chunky digits in his hair and when he remains unmoved and there's no sharp scolding coming from him you continued.

he's so perfect. there's is no knots to untangle from his soft, black hair. of course there would be no knots. you always brushed it carefully. in utmost perfection to please him. when you're finally contented for the crumb of attention he had given to you, you slowly moved. removing yourself from his lap. he must be so sore from handling your weight.

“thank you, geto-sama.” you curtsied to him. just you're about to move from him. his strong, muscular arms holds your waist. forcing you to sit in his lap. longer than you intended.

“stay here for a little longer.” he commands and your stiff body immediately relaxing. crumbling and almost purred like a kitten.

geto couldn't any more be prouder for getting such obedient and devoted pet like you. easy to manipulate. easy for him to mold. the moment you requested such affection from him that is what he needed that you truly belonged to him. so eager to please him.

he can see it how he transformed you from a stubborn brat to a obedient pet and geto is satisfied with that.

“getting comfy, are we?”

“yes, geto-sama. thank you.” you innocently batted your lashes at him and those round eyes of yours looking at him with such adoration.

“good.” now, he truly changed you. there would be no difficulties in what he's about to do to you. no questions to be asked and the pointless squabbles.

you will only moan like a bitch and take him like a whore. he's cute, chubby, little pet.

Oh Oh Oh, I have an idea!

Yan,husband reo has an argument with reader before dragging her to the gala with him. As pictures are taken of them and so forth, the two finally go inside reo's limo.

He then scolds her for how she was being difficult before, but admires how beautiful she is. So for being a good wife for him, he'll be a gentle to her this time around.

The two exit the car to their home, as reader is wobbling in her heels and covered in bite marks, unprepared for round 2.

Sorry if it's long, hope you have a good day!

JUST FOR ME, PLEASE

YANDERE! MIKAGE REO X CHUBBY READER

content warnings ───implied forced marriage, yandere themes, gaslighting, dubcon, power imbalance, cunnilingus, car sex, exhibitionism.

notes. i'm sorry it took so long anon and thank you for this wonderful idea.

ᝰ synopsis .ᐟ your husband who can't be upset to you even he's the reason of your anger.

“i have no significance to said event. why would i attend?” you reasoned out. flipping a page of your book without sparing a glance at the man who have been your husband.

“you're my wife. you are expected to be there.” reo's eyes scanning all over you and there's already a hint of disappointment in his voice upon the refusal.

“well, sorry. no one would bother to see me and it's only for your partners who wants to kiss your ass. they don't need mine, they need yours.” tongue sharp as ever he hears and reo frowns before turning into one of a smile. it was hopeful and bright. a complete opposite to your scowl.

“just for me? i promise we can do whatever you want.” he bargained and upon hearing that, you close your book. the impact of the two thick compiled pages resonating in the room and a brief silence covered the area before you face him. “whatever i want?" you scoff. “does that include having my freedom and there's no we. it is i that i want, reo and you're a selfish prick. there's no want in this deal. fuck that event and fuck you.”

reo who is a total complete delusional only took it as nothing but your tantrums. you must have been bored out of your mind and he admits he was busy lately and with the upcoming event, he sees it as a chance to spend the time with you. “treasure, i will give you the time to think.” he said before pressing a kiss to your lips which you can't avoid with his grip on you and reo smiles. wrapping his arms to your plush body. your head in his chest while putting a kiss in the top of your head.

you found yourself staring at your reflection. you want to laugh at yourself for being stupid. for believing you have a choice in this place despite the clutches reo have a hold on you. bitter tears pooling at your lashes but you fought them not wanting to show it at strangers who were currently dolling you up for the event you desperately didn't want to attend. the make up felt like paste in your face although it was just a light one. accentuating the natural beauty you have and enough for your features to pop out and then you were dressed in a exclusively designed outfit for the event. after that, you were greeted by reo. dashing and charming he is at the suit and tie he wore. you would admire him in different circumstances but now, all you felt is how you hated him.

your jaw hurts from smiling too much. names are exchanged that you didn't even bothered remembering along with formalities. pretentious event it was paired with the pompous plus ones and greedy associates who wants nothing but your husband's approval.

the cameras blinded you with every flashes while reo gave them the smile they always wanted at him. being the wife of one of the youngest ceo's in the whole world and not only in japan garnered the attention of the media. enjoying every bits of what he have to offer and reo flaunts you like a precious trophy he won and that is you. his trophy wife. his prized possession.

you didn't know if you could keep up with your facade the more you stayed at that damned event and you were glad that you're now sitting at the limo with your husband besides you.

the ride was quiet as reo looks back to admire at his wife — looking so regal and elegant. a sophistication that only belonged to you and makes the other looking so cheap compared to you. a solemn smile graced his lips staring at his wife who were taking the sights of the city light and quiet night life. he knows how you missed the way you were living before him but he can't help it to take you away. not when his feelings for you cannot be reciprocated by yours. you simply can't be wooed at the lavish things he have to offer for you. reo have the money but what is money when he can't have you. realizing it at the first rejection that money can't buy love — especially yours.

“it wasn't so hard isn't it?” he attempts to strike a conversation to you but only reciprocated with a glance and a huff. reo puts his hand on your thigh. “talk to me, treasure.” scooting closer to press his body to your plush one. his index finger and thumb are grasping your soft jaw to look at him and he was meet by the prettiest of eyes.

there's a thousand of emotions behind them and if reo would start a research and fund it with all of his wealth, he will never know them. one looks and he's bewitched. trapped in the pool of the colors of your eyes. he sees his reflection in them. what kind of man he is. a fool for love. that how many times you've trampled his feelings he will still devote himself to you.

“treasure, please.” he pleaded. maybe in different circumstances or you met him under in healthier conditions. you would have fallen for him and you could be so weak for him. a man like reo brings nothing but despair to you and adoration at the same time.

“you're hopeless, reo.” you softly muttered to him. following where his eyes darts. it stays to your eyes and then briefly landing in your lips. it's funny how reo have the power to break you and build you again like an infinity cube. complicated and endless.

“i can hardly keep up and pretend to your whims, reo. i don't like being dragged. i hate to pretend that i'm loving every minute of your stupid events. i hate everything. from the moment you made me your wife. i-i—....” tears springing up to your eyes that you can't prevent them from falling down your eyes. it was suffocating. having to fit in and to be molded in your husband's world. you hated being weak. to being vulnerable in front of the man you hated the most.

the young billionaire is quick to wipe your tears away. kissing your forehead in attempt to calm you down with a grip to make you stay in your place despise recoiling from his touches. you were hurting but his ego didn't understand it.

“but...” he pauses for a moment before continuing. “you have been amazing to me, so good for being my wife, treasure. i can't let you go away. leave me. i was right in choosing you. in loving you and the best party? you being my wife. don't cry, treasure. i hate seeing you cry.” he says, eyebrows furrowing and the downturned corners of his lips. his expression of concern to you.

“let me make it up to you.” and then his lips into yours. “reo, no.” you whisper. pushing him away but reo remains still. “reo...—mmm” you words are stopped again when his lips tangled into yours. holding your nape as his lips lowers down. smooching your cheeks and your jaw and sucking that sensitive spot in your neck. “fuck, treasure. i just can't wait to taste you.” he says in between kisses. his breaths turning shallow as he inhales your scent.

his hand travelling to your calf and gripping your thigh. flipping the fabric to get access to the expanse of your soft skin and before he continued to get things heated up. his fingers finding the array of buttons in the compartment of his limo. pressing a button and a divider appeared from the back of the driver's seat and where you two are seated. windows being covered by dark shutters.

reo kneels in front of you. “you have been good to me treasure. let me take care of you.” parting your legs as he places his face in between your thighs. his lips peppering kisses while he sucks the tender flesh of your thighs.

his nose nudging your clit and he licks his lips. your slick gathering between in your fat pussy lips. “keep those mouth open for me, treasure.” your thick thighs are now in his shoulder while his fingers dig in the doughy flesh of your thighs. the last thing you see is his purple eyes intensely looking at your own ones before taking a dive in your cunt .

“ahhh, reo~” you moaned out when you felt his tongue taking a lick of your slit and it's going to be a long ride home.

by the time you got back at the mansion. your thighs shake at every movement. your legs felt like jello from too much wobbling. it wasn't doing any good that you were wearing heels making it unstable to stand up and reo like a gentleman assisted you in walking. his cum running down from your thighs to your legs. your makeup smudged and dress in displaced.

the billionaire kisses your shoulder. fingers untying the laces of your dress as he guides you in the bedroom. there's no way he'll let go of this opportunity not when you're looking so beautiful for him. his darling wife. his treasure.

his long and thick, nimble fingers rubbing your clit. a weak whimper leaving your lips and reo kisses you.

“we're still not finished, treasure~”