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kinktober day 2 — SOMNOPHILIA

nsfw content minors dni.

pairing bf!jay x afab!reader

warnings kissing, p in v, unprotected sex, profanity, nudity, consensual somnophilia, mentions of food, lmk if i missed any.

requested @jaylaxies

note — jay and reader have given each other consent based on this kink beforehand. I just don't mention it cus then my fic would get too long and diverted from the main reason.

word count — 1.5k+

Kinktober masterlist — here

ENJOY READING!! reqs: OPEN!

You woke up feeling all sweaty with shallow breathing; and a pool between your legs.

You turn to your nightstand only to see that the time is nearing four in the morning. You look over to the other side of the bed, seeing your man beside you, sleeping soundly.

Jay looked very peaceful in his sleep. His chest rising and falling in a slow pace, indicating he had fallen into a deep sleep. His ash-blue hair looks a bit messy on the pillow, and the lips for some reason form a small smile.

You heart fills with unfathomable love for him. He looks so pretty and angelic and cute when he's asleep. He suddenly stirs and you freeze in place, eyes wide. He mummers something incoherently under his breath before moving onto his stomach, seeping back into dreamland.

The view of his bare back reminds you of why are awake at this hour in the first place. you had a wet dream. Of Jay. He was fingering you with such passion it drove you crazy. He only increased his need for you to come undone when you were became a moaning mess for him, and only him.

Fuck. What are you going to do now? Jay is a heavy sleeper. And for some reason, you feel embarrassed about the fact that you had a wet dream of him, feeling super needy from the aftermath. You can't disturb him. besides, he had come home today at an unreasonable time — super tired — tonight and there was a long day ahead for him.

You sighed, going out of the comfort of your sheets to use the bathroom; before dozing off to sleep again.

You woke up to feeling of a pair of lips littering kisses all over your neck. Already knowing who it is, the tips of your lips turned up. You open one eye and see your boyfriend already looking at you with the most love-filled gaze, followed by a deep, low chuckle.

"about time you wake up baby," he commented, "I was getting kinda lonely without you awake."

You lazily wrap your arms around him, bringing him close to your chest. You plant a small kiss on his head before closing your eyes, thinking to fall asleep again. But, that chuckle again brings you back to reality as he steps away from you, hands going around the back of your knees and your waist as he suddenly picks you up bridal style. You squeal at the sudden movement asking him where he's taking you.

You didn't know what was happening until you reached the kitchen in his arms and he placed you down softly. Then came to your view, a neatly plated stack of mini pancakes, drizzled with chocolate and maple syrup, even slices of strawberries on the side.

You look up at him — who was standing behind you holding your upper arms as he took in your reaction — and give the biggest beam you ever gave, pulling him in a hug as a silent thank you.

You stood beside him as started cleaning the dishes. As the comfortable silence took in, your mind has drifted off to the sex dream you had only a few hours ago. Should I bring it up with him?

You should.

"hey uh, Jay?" you look at him for brief second before averting your gaze, "I have to tell you something."

He finishes washing hands, lightly shaking them to get rid of excess water. "Yeah? What is it baby? Something wrong?" he leans his palms against the counter, head turned to you.

"No, not really. It's just about this particular dream that I had last night."

He furrows his brows in concentration, "what happend? Did we adopt a cat or something?" His question elicits a low chuckle out of you but you face return to its flush state.

"i had this dream... About you. About us," you spare a glance at him to try and decipher his thoughts. "I was sleeping and- and- you know what, it's okay just forget it."

He stops you from leaving by trapping you between the counter and himself with his arms. His hand tugs at your chin, prompting you to look into his eyes. "Hey, It's okay. If you think I'm gonna judge you, then I wont. Tell me, love."

You sigh, "Okay. I had this dream. I- I was sleeping in the dream and_ and you were whispering i- in my ear, saying you how much of a good girl I was and then you fingered me."

"In your dream?"

"Yes," you admit flushed to the core, "And it felt really really good."

He hums as he takes the information in. "Well, did you like it? Did I make you feel good."

"Yes, Jay, I really liked it and it made me feel so good."

"Thank you for telling me, love." He tuck a stray piece of tangled hair behind your ear, "And don't feel embarrassed about it. Okay?" He slowly rubs your arms to soothe your nerves.

Ugh, you really have the best boyfriend ever— he took care you the whole day and did your skincare together to end the night in a calm manner. Tucking yourselves in bed, you were out like a light.

While you were having the time of your life in dreamland, Jay couldn't even get an ounce of sleep. He kept thinking about what you said in the morning. He cannot fathom the fact that you were peacefully sleeping with no worries whatsoever whereas your man is low-key freaking out. His mind kept going to your dream you shared.

He started to feel aroused. Fuck, all he can think about is the way you were probably creaming and how you were probably really beedy waking up from that dream. He takes a glance at you and ends up groaning, that flimsy night gown you were to bed weren't helping him to distract himself. If anything, it's only adding to the dirty thoughts that find his brain.

Fuck, he's like rock hard at this point. He had to do something about it. I guess you can say he finally read experiencing the way you felt the night before. He contemplates whether to palm himself or not, or even his stick his dick inside your pretty hole.

He has to do it. I mean, you did give him the green light on it.

He strips his pants, along with his boxers and scoots closer to your sleeping body. He touches you, very lightly, making sure that you don't wake up. You are a pretty heavy sleeper anyways so it's fine.

Once he is assured that you are asleep, he slowly — in a teasing way almost — drags his finger down your body to your torso underneath the blanket. His hand comes in contact with the hem of your silk nightgown and pulls it up only till your pussy is exposed. This action causes goosebumps to rise and let out a sound, to which Jay froze for a second but continues his shenanigans when he's in the clear.

His dick twitches, pre cum already prompting to leak when he finds out that you are not wearing any underwear. He thinks if you didn't wear one to bed on purpose. And get this, your heat was actually slick, confirming that you actually want this.

Without any further delay he shifts even more closer to you. If he isn't inside you as soon as possible he would most likely combust.

He takes a hold of his member, pumping himself lightly before raise your legs gently and resting it over his upper thigh. He teases your entrance, your wetness and his creating a heterogenous mixture. He pushes the tip in as slowly as possible. He tries very hard not to make any sound at the feeling of pussy clenching. So hard.

He tries his best to not just ram his dick inside 'cause well, you're sleeping. He follows a slow and steady rhythm. And it was enough for you to stir awake. Immediately as your met with your conscious, he notice the position you're in. You let out a moan as his pace picks up.

"Jay? Oh my god— "

"Oh fuck! you're awake." You notice his thrusting starts to falter but you were quick to tell him to not stop.

"Fuck Jay! Feels so good right now." You hold onto his arms that is wrapped around your waist, as he takes you from behind, lying your side.

"yeah? My pretty baby like to be fucked awake, doesn't she?" He rasps, he close to coming undone right now.

your pretty whines and moans and the way your clenching around him lets him know you're close too.

"come on, come for me, princess."

and you release at his words, probably the most pleasure you've ever faced before. He comes right after, rubbing your belly gently as to award you for being good for him, "omg, Jay. that felt so fucking good."

He chuckles, "well, dreams come true, princess."

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pairing(s): gojo x reader, geto x reader, sukuna x reader

content tags: all nsfw (obviously). Details for each ⬇️

Gojo: choking, biting, a lil bit of begging, whole lotta teasing, eating out, simultaneous orgasms

Geto: slowwww teasing, bondage, bit of slapping (thighs), eating out + fingering through panties (and then eventually without them)

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been working on this for a while, hope you enjoy...

GOJO.

He’s almost always sweet to you, precisely because he knows how powerful he is. He shows it off to the rest of the world, but with you, he doesn’t have to. He wants you to feel good, wants to make you cherish every second you spend alone together, wants to make you come, sometimes multiple times in a row, until you have nothing else to give - and like everything else, it’s easy for him. He’ll wrap his arms around you when it’s all over, bury his face in your hair, tell you that he loved every second of it just as much as you did. Almost every time, that’s how it ends.

But then there are the other times, when you see that feral spark in his eyes, and realize that you’re about to be his outlet for everything that he’s been holding back. It starts with the little things - instead of caressing your face, his hand curls around your neck, and his kisses are rough, his teeth sinking without warning into your bottom lip, his eyes still open, shining far too bright. He unbuttons his shirt and undresses you in seconds, plunges his hand between your thighs, grins when he realizes how wet his onslaught has made you, cackling at the shock in your eyes. He throws you onto your back, and for a moment things are just the same as always - he’s eating you out like he’s starving, and you know that it won’t be long before you finally get the release you’ve been craving - it never does take long with him. Not unless he decides to drag it out. He’s not dragging it out today - you can already feel your body tensing, preparing for the wave of pleasure that’s about to roll over it -

He moves. Unnaturally fast. His mouth is at your neck, instead of between your legs, and you’re confused, disoriented, crying out in pain as his teeth sink into your skin. He pushes himself up on his hands, hovering over you, and that wild grin flashes across his face once again.

“Satoru…”

“Yeah? You want something?” His face is so close to yours that your eyes cross trying to look at him, and he cackles again, his tongue darting over his lips. “You gotta ask nicely if you want something. How am I supposed to know otherwise?”

You glare up at him - there’s far too much pride in his voice. He’s so pleased with himself, and you think you might hate him for it.

“What? You mad?” He bites his lip, and slithers back down between your legs, tracing a single finger up your inner thigh. “Want me to make it up to you?”

You stay silent. Inside, you’re burning, desperate for him to finish you, but you can’t tell him that. You’ll never hear the end of it.

“No?” He sighs dramatically and rolls over your leg onto his side, smirking slightly as you gasp at the sudden pressure. “Guess I’ll just leave, then.”

You stare, horrified, as he stands and does up the buttons of his shirt. He slowly makes his way towards the door, not throwing so much as a glance in your direction. Without thinking, you sit up and call out after him. “Satoru!”

“Yeah?” He turns his head over his shoulder, smiling innocently. “You wanna kiss me goodbye?”

“No.” You mumble something unintelligible, and he crosses the room in an instant, diving on top of you and pinning you to the mattress, wrapping his hand around your jaw.

“Hm? I didn’t hear you!”

You take a deep breath, your eyes still narrowed in anger, resenting the firm grip forcing you to look at him as you speak. “I said, I want you to make it up to me.” He tilts his head, waiting, and you grit your teeth. “Please.”

“There you go.” He twists his free hand through your hair, holding you in place as he kisses you, sloppily, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth. You can feel his hard cock pressing through the fabric of his pants, and you can’t stop yourself from grinding against it, although you’re all too aware of the effect your desperation has on him. The hand grasping your face slowly slides down to your throat. “You want me to make you cum?” He effortlessly flips you onto your stomach and falls upon you, one hand undoing his trousers while the other stays firm upon your neck. His cock brushes against your inner thigh, inches from slipping inside you. With his trousers discarded on the floor, he slips his hand under your hips. His fingers circle your clit, making you gasp and squirm beneath him. He leans in close, breathing heavily in your ear. “You wanna cum around my cock?” He’s teasing you, stroking his cock slowly over your entrance, sighing tantalizingly as he feels how wet you are, how ready you are for him. His hand tightens around your neck, urging you to speak before he squeezes the breath out of you.

It’s all too much for you to resist. “Yes,” you gasp. Your voice muffled by the sheets beneath you. You raise your voice. “Yes. I - I want you to fuck me. Wanna cum for you. Please, Sato-“

The last of the air leaves your lungs as he thrusts into you, ravenously, as if he’s been waiting for hours instead of just minutes. His fingers stroke at your clit as he nips haphazardly at your neck and ear, sighing with pleasure as he pounds at your cunt, and you suddenly realize that he’s been just as desperate as you this whole time - he’s just much better at hiding it. Good enough to make you beg for what he’s wanted all along. And you don’t care - what he’s doing to you feels far too good for you to think about it anymore. You can feel yourself practically drool onto the sheets beneath you, surges of heat sweeping across your skin as he presses into you, somehow touching every inch of you at once, from your hair to the edges of your thighs.

“Talk to me,” he whispers, urgent and intense - this time, you don’t hesitate for a moment.

“‘S so good - please keep going. Thank you…”

He’s so satisfied by your response that he practically hums in your ear, his hips driving into you with such force that you cry out in pain-and-pleasure, your hand scrabbling desperately at the sheets, a fresh thrill of heat spreading through your core. “You’re gonna cum with me,” he whispers. "Yeah?"

“Y-yes. Thank you. Yes.” Your legs twitch beneath him, and your orgasm radiates through your body, lingering as his cock spasms inside you, his grip tightening - he groans heavily, and you take his cum inside of you, basking in your own afterglow as he finishes and collapses over your body, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

You stay like that for a long time, pressed up against each other, uncharacteristically silent.

“Worth it,” you murmur, half hoping that he won’t hear you. Of course, he does.

“I know.” You can practically feel that self-satisfied grin spreading over his face. “We’ll do it again.” His voice softens. “You did good for me.” He nuzzles his face against your skin. “Did I do good for you?”

You sigh, sounding nearly as dramatic as him. “Yes. But don’t let it go to your head.”

“Too late.”

You groan, and half-heartedly try to push him off of you. He doesn’t move an inch.

“You just say the word when you want it like that again,” he murmurs. “Until then, I’ll be sweet. I swear.”

You believe him. After all, this time has ended just like all the rest. Whispered reassurances, his arms wrapped around you, fingers stroking through your hair. You could never really be mad at him. He’s far, far too good for that.

GETO.

He knows how to take his time. There’s no reason to rush - he knows that he has you for as long as he wants you. He’s slow to undress you, running his finger up the side-seam of your shirt before pulling it over your head, tracing a hand over your stomach just above the waistline of your jeans before he even undoes the top button, running his hand up your thigh and teasing you through the stiff fabric, daring you to grind into his palm. He lays you down and kisses you slowly, but not gently - his tongue probes into your mouth, and he tugs at your bottom lip with his teeth as he pulls back. As he finally takes off your jeans, you become very aware of the fact that he’s still fully clothed. His hands slide under your back, undoing your bra, but he keeps your panties on - for now. You squirm, restless, unable to hide your eager anticipation of his next move.

“Be patient.” He’s exploring you at his leisure, kissing your forehead, your lips, sucking at the side of your neck. You involuntarily writhe beneath him - you can tell that this is going to leave a mark, but you don’t care about that right now. If anything - it’s not quite enough.

“Be still.” His voice is utterly soft and controlled, starkly contrasting with the whimpers that escape from your mouth as he kisses your breast, flicking your nipple with his tongue, and slides his hand between your legs, teasing you over your panties - you’re wet already, and infuriatingly, his touch seems to lighten as he realizes this.

You reach up, desperate to touch him, to see more of him. But he catches your wrists and pins them above your head. “Still having trouble, hm?” He smiles condescendingly, shaking his head. “I thought you would’ve learned by now. You’re only going to draw this out even more.”

He kisses you hard, swallowing up the protest about to issue from your mouth, his grip tightening around your wrists. As soon as he lets go, your hands jump to his hair, and again, he catches them. His eyes narrow, his voice deathly quiet. “What did I just say?”

Sometimes, you just can’t resist making a bad decision. “That you’re gonna draw things out?” Your voice is too loud, too defiant - and far more confident than you feel. “As if I mind spending more”-

He slaps his hand over your mouth. “You don’t mind yet.” There’s an unusual smile on his face, unlike any you’ve seen from him before. It’s almost scary, the way his dark eyes seem to pierce right through yours. “But you will.”

You cringe as he reaches for the drawer of his dresser and pulls out a couple short lengths of cord. He’s tied your wrists before, and not being allowed to touch him is always agonizing. But you can handle it. You have before. And the emergence of that rope usually means that the teasing is nearing its end. After all - even he can’t hold out forever.

But to your surprise, it’s not your wrists that he takes hold of. Instead, he grabs your ankles and effortlessly folds you in half, pulls your arms up to meet your legs - you struggle, slightly, but not nearly enough to give him any trouble. In an instant, two tight loops pull your limbs together, pressing your forearms to your shins, your feet in the air, the ropes tight enough that you know they'll leave an impression when he removes them.

But that won’t be any time soon. You can barely move, can’t keep yourself upright on your own, and you know better than to speak again. He steadies you, wrapping his arms around your legs, parting them, and drags his tongue carefully down your inner thigh. Then, finally, over your cunt - but the lace of your panties is still in the way, and you grind desperately into his mouth, only becoming more desperate as he smirks up at you, his nails digging into your vulnerable skin. “So worked up already…I think it’s a good thing we kept these on. Wouldn’t want you getting overwhelmed.”

You whine pathetically as he presses his face into you once more, continuing his slow tease, his hand slipping from your thigh to circle your clit, tugging back and forth at the thin fabric covering you, refusing to push it aside. There’s an awful heat growing inside of you, begging for more. It’s not enough - but at the same time, entirely too much. You’re falling apart in his hands, his tight grip the only thing holding you together.

The worst thing - you might be able to come like this. Without him ever touching you directly - it could end. He has that much control over you. If he wants it to happen, it will - the realization only drives you closer to the edge.

“Pretty girl,” he murmurs, pressing his lips to the top of your thigh, his hand still tormenting you with its slow, delicate strokes. “You’re close, aren’t you? I can see it in your face.”

You don’t doubt it - you can feel the heat rushing to your cheeks, flooding every inch of your skin.

“And I can feel it.” He slips a single finger under your panties, sliding over the mess beneath, drawing a sharp gasp from your mouth. “Do you even realize how much you’re shaking?”

You hadn’t - your attention is entirely on him. “Please…take them off…wanna cum…”

He laughs softly, eyes darting to the place where your wrists meet your legs, your hands curling white-knuckled around your ankles. “How would I do that?”

“Then…pull them to the side…”

“A much more reasonable request.” He adds a second finger to the first, and curls them inside you, that strange smile spreading once again over his face as you squirm and sigh in a mixture of desire and relief. After so much denial, it’s not going to take much - you can already feel yourself clenching around him, his fingers working you up to the point of no return. “But then again…” He drops his gaze, following the line of his wrist, and - without warning - completely stops what he’s doing. “I’m not always inclined to be reasonable.”

Your mouth falls open in shock as he pulls back entirely, the gathering pleasure inside of you replaced by a stinging pain as he strikes the back of one thigh, then the other. His other hand holds your legs together, securing you by the ankles. He presses on, scattering red marks across your thighs, until he finally gets the satisfaction of hearing you cry out.

“That’s right.” He trails the back of his hand across your skin, then finally grabs the scrap of lace between your legs, yanking it up just enough for him to drag his tongue over you, luxuriating in the shuddering breath that seems to ripple out across your entire body. He’s not teasing anymore - he’s relentless, and you melt completely, only praying that he doesn’t stop again before your mind goes entirely blank.

He doesn’t stop. Not this time. Before long, you’re shaking again, only aware of his tongue, and his hands gripping your thighs, and -

You tense one final time, and then the wave comes crashing down over you - and he doesn’t stop, even as your head falls back into the mattress beneath you, a glowing sensation spreading over you from the inside out.

Only when he’s taken everything you have out of you - only then does he sit up, untie you, and flip you onto your side, wrapping his arms around you, pressing his face into your hair. He doesn’t say anything - and you don’t feel the need to, either. Like with everything else - you know that there’s no need to rush.

SUKUNA.

Oh. You poor, sweet thing. You’re so fucking naive. Sukuna doesn’t give a shit about your pleasure, but he’s going to act like he does just so he can rip it all away. You’ve been so good for him today, on your knees, taking his cock down your throat over, over, and over, and when it’s finally finished - when your face is such a sloppy mess that you can’t tell whether it’s spit or tears or his come running down your neck - you’re sure that you’ve finally earned the orgasm he’s been denying you for days. And he’s being so much more generous than usual - he pins you to the ground, wraps his arms around your legs, and buries his face in your cunt, tongue finding your clit, sharp nails digging into your thighs, sending you hurtling towards the most intense climax of your life. You grab his hair and grind into his mouth, wanting more, more, more -

And at the last moment - the last possible moment - he stops. He stops, and he smiles. Ferociously. Teeth bared. His hand wraps around your throat - in a second he’s on top of you, the tip of his cock teasing you open, his face hovering menacingly over yours. “You want me to do it again.” It’s not a question, but you nod as if it is, and his fingers tighten dangerously against your neck. “You want me to make you suffer.” Again, you respond, this time with a fervent shake of your head. “Hm? Is this too much for you already?”

If you tried to speak, it would come out as a wretched gasp, so you wait in silence, your entire body tensing in anticipation of his next words.

“How unfortunate. I didn’t think you were that weak.” He presses his lips to your ear, and jabs two fingers into your mouth, laughing cruelly as you gag and writhe beneath him. “We’re not done. Not even close.”

His body glides slowly over yours, and this time, you feel a sinking feeling of dread as his tongue brushes over you. “Please…”

“That’s right.” He looks up at you for a moment before sinking his teeth into your inner thigh, and you hear yourself wail in shock and despair. “Beg me. Tell me how badly your worthless little cunt wants to cum.”

“Please…Sukuna…”

As soon as his name falls off your tongue, you know that you’ve made a mistake. He revels in it, doubling his assault on your thighs as he slides his fingers inside of you, their every twist and stroke bringing you closer to the precipice you know awaits you.

“Use my name again, and I will make sure that you spend your entire life like this. All pent up with absolutely nowhere to go.” Your cunt clenches around his fingers, and he pulls back a second time, running his knuckles over the dark marks slowly forming on your skin. “You have one more chance.”

“Master…” You feel like your mind has been ripped away from you. And it doesn’t matter - your fate will be the same no matter what you say. “I - I can’t…”

“Such a shame.” He reaches up to your face and parts your lips once again, forcing you to taste yourself on his fingers. “Little brat can’t even do the one thing she’s supposed to be good at.”

This third time, you wonder if maybe - just maybe - he’ll make you cum by accident. You’re so worked up - it won’t take much. But he’s going so slow, alternating between his hand and his tongue, not giving you nearly enough of either. You can feel tears welling up in your eyes, and he seems to sense them, pulling away from your thighs for a third time, suspending his face over yours, staring intently, a cruel smile spreading across his face.

“It’s so easy to make you cry.” His cock teases over your cunt again, and you sob in desperation, closing your eyes, trying to shut out some of the stimulation that’s coming close to driving you insane. He cracks his hand sharply against your cheek, and your eyelids flutter open. “Don’t hide. Even you know better than that.” He pushes himself back onto his knees, straddling your chest, and wraps his hand around his cock, his grin widening as you instinctively part your lips.

“Please…master…”

He strokes his cock over your face, taking immense satisfaction in the desperation written across it.

“Please. Fuck me. I…I need you.”

He tilts his head for a moment, like he’s considering, his hand slowing but never stopping. Your stomach sinks as his tongue flicks over his lips, exaggerating the ferocity of his smile. “No. You’ll cum if I fuck you.“

You whine - it sounds pathetic even to your ears. “Why won’t you let me?”

His eyes narrow, and he spits in your face, his grip on himself tightening as he watches it drip down your cheek. “You exist for my pleasure.” He hurtles forward, and his nails twist through your hair and dig into your scalp. You open your mouth without a thought, and he thrusts deep into your throat - you try to bolt backwards, but his grip is firm, and your weak efforts to struggle only drive him deeper into you, the sounds escaping from your lips only spurring him on. “For all I care,” he hisses, “you could go the rest of your life without ever having that release again.“

At the last moment, he lets go of your hair, and as the back of your head scrapes the hard ground beneath you, his cum spurts across your face - before you have a moment to breathe, he’s flipped you onto your stomach. Your clothes are lying discarded somewhere nearby - he rips a strip of fabric from your shirt and ties it tightly around your wrists, securing them behind your back.

“You exist for me,” he murmurs, his voice so low that it sends a fresh shudder through your body. “Not for yourself. When you’re not serving me, your fragile little life is worth nothing at all. So…” He rises to his feet, and presses the sole of his foot into your back. “You’re going to wait here until I’m ready to use you again. I suggest you spend that time thinking about what you’ll say when I return.” He steps over you, the weight of his body pressing into your spine as his sole pushes away from your body, and he laughs again as you squeal in pain. “Such a pathetic little creature. You’re lucky that I’ve found such a good use for you. Maybe I’ll even fuck you next time, if I like the way you beg.”

He retreats into the shadows, leaving you face-down, face ruined, still squirming, thighs clenching around nothing, your entire body still burning with desire. You’ll be good for him when he returns. He says that you exist for him…. and after this, you have no choice but to believe it.

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