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Oh good. Just got a flashback to the time he wanted me to do the work during anal.

Oh shit did I cry. So he did me a favour and took charge after a bit so he could cum and he could leave me alone.

Yep. It's a fetal-position-in-the-shower kind of evening...

To give you an idea about when my sex life was like with him, i had two days of what I can only describe as a full body exhale ( complete with tears, shakes and waves of unexplained exhaustion) when I realized that I could still have sex, but would never have to humour someone's request demand for anal again.

My chest still relaxes a bit every time I think "never again".

Dreams i wake up wet from 1

=>part two

I was at his house Party and when everyone got drunk he took me to his room and started kissing me. We made out on his bed when he started rubbing his croch on my leg.

I laughed at such a desperate behavior.

"Why so needy little man?"

I looked at him amused, but when I saw his eyes my mocking behavior disappeared.

he wasn't angry, he was furious. The second i tried to make a apology I felt his hand around my neck.

His raspy voice trembled at each Word " i think its time for you to lose that attitued little girl" He got closer to my face.

the feeling of superiority is still recognizable in my way of acting and talking. I still think hes just a scared and hurt boy,what will He do?

"Ou and how? Your gonna grope me a bit? Come in your pants?" My voice is muffled by his choking but still spiteful

"No.. Im gonna make Your little body hurt and writhing in pain and plasure"

Shortly afterwards he pushes me onto his bed, still choking, he takes off my panties so that I am lying in front of him in just my thin dress. I see him taking something out from under the bed " you have a dildo ??" I can't hold back the amusement in my voice

He just looks at me and i can finally see the Object in his hand,a hairbrush. what the hell is he doing with this? i must look as confused as i am because he smiles slightly at me.For a moment I thought he had calmed down again, but in the same second I was hit in the face.

he let go of my neck and started to massage my breasts with both hands,Still in shock I let this happen without saying a word.

I could feel my body getting a reaction at his lewd Touch. Looking to the side i saw the hairbrush.. its handle was not small

He must have seen my look to the side

" what lil girl? Scared that i wil f you in a way that is so degrading? That you cant do anything against it and that i will never forget it?"

He isnt Actually gonna do it right? Right?... Out of nowhere there is a loud knock on the door, we both look at the door in shock

"Ay men are you sleeping?" Its his older brother.. we both stay silent at first until the guy above me answers, and what he had to say to his brother would change the whole Situation

Part 2?

Sitting on a guys lap i definitely shouldnt even talk to♥︎♥︎♥︎

Dreams that made me soaked

TW;CNC,Degraiding💛🧡🖤

Concept:older brother from bully victim makes you regrett your behavior

Following of part one

"Come in,you might like this"

his voice sounded spiteful, my heart was racing. hopefully the two of them didn't tell anyone what was going on here

The brother entered the room and immediately smiled nasty. The guy above me got up but when i tried to do the same he pressed me with one hand on his bed.

"Remember the girl i told you about? The small girl that keeps making fun of me?" His brother nodded at his Statement and got closer to the bed and me.I writhed under his hand and tried to get free but he was too strong seemed like he didnt even notice my struggle.

His hand wanders once again to my neck so his brother has free access to touch my breasts. His touche Was rougher than his little brothers. My whimpers just made him go rougher on my titts,his huge hands fit perfectly on my tits. "apparently what he told me isn't true, you seem to be as tame as a lamb" my moans got Hotter every second that he groped me. I held on to the younger man's arm, he looked down on me and watched me like a predetor.

my instinct became stronger than my understanding , the unpleasant moisture between my legs became unbearable

My hand slid down my body and between my legs. Both guys towered over me,looked down on me in Lust and desire. It made me so dizzy in my head and my body so hot. I felt pathetic fingering my pussy but it all felt so good I couldn't resist.

I saw that the younger brother Was stroking his cock trough his pants and the older grinded slightly on my tigh. I closed my eyes and felt my dress being pulled down being completely naked in front of them made my pussy even more wet.

the big brother took out his dick and rubbed it on my naked leg,his hands let go of my breats and caressed my body Till he got down to my cunt. His long Fingers played around my entrance,the Touch gave me goosebumps. It felt like a dream when he entered my pussy with his Fingers. He was much taller than his lil brother. I felt like his playtoy, after I opened my eyes I saw the face of the boy who let go of my neck and turned to his dick. He looked down at me and then again at the hairbrush.

"Do you think that shes too tight for Real fcking?"

His brother laughed and nodded,his one Finger was already really filling for me and he could tell too.I looked at them in fear of being Degraided like that. i heard the younger man talk about getting me used to a bigger size and immediately tried to convince them that this doesn't have to happen and that I can just give them both a blowjob. They didnt seem to care at all. my efforts remained in vain,I was turned onto my stomach and pulled by my hair onto all fours. My pleas and whimpers got whinier too the point the older brother spanked my ass so hard i couldnt say a word anymore.

The older guy looked at his younger and shy brother that still wasnt doing anything else but rocking his dick."Stop being such a burden here, you can do anything you want with her,if not get out and let me have a good time alone with her" his harsh words got him out of his trance and he kissed me The raspy voice between my legs sounded again "now your gonna feel a little stretched Baby" the boy kissing took my wrists and pressed them above my head without stopping sucking on my lips "please stop"my whiny voice encouraged him even more.

When the first centimetres penetrated me it felt painful like a burning sensation, i couldnt keep myself from moaning in the boys mouth.

it went deeper and deeper until i felt it in my belly,my eyes rolled into the back of my head and my moans got louder and high pitchted.

I could feel the younger man smile while kissing me. the older carassed my tummy while slowly moving the brush, the pain turned into embarrassing pleasure. i didnt care anymore how pathetic i look underneath both men, the wet sounds that comes from my pussy didnt make me nervous but a little degraided.

His thrusts got harder and harder till i couldnt contain myself from straight up whining,the brush stretched me out so hard and the rough thrusts hurt my climax. the young brother got up,still holding my wrists and looking down on my face distorted with pain and lust. He was out of breath and red in his shy face.

"please your too rough, it hurt so bad!.. im so sorry i was mean okay?" My pleading was useless, the torture continued.

"get out my way,i wanna see her face" the older rammed his brother out of the field of vision of my face. he now towered over me,knocked the hands of the younger one off my hands so that my arms were free to grip his broad shoulders. i arched my back as he rammed the brush harder in my tight pussy "ahhh it feels so big daddy aah pls ur so rough with me" my begging turned him on so much that his dick was rockhard on his tummy. The first slap that got on my face didnt really hurt or shock me.

But the second stung and third burned. I tried to hide my face, but when I did I got a slap on my lower belly,that was even worse because it made the aching worse from the thrusting. Crying was my last espace i tought and the same second i thought about the first tear rolled down my face. "Sniff please ill be good, stop beating me up pleasee" it didnt seem to affect him and his cold voice reinforced his desire to hurt me Physical "So you think crying like a btch will get you out here? fck you look so sweet and submissive.. i love girls like you"

I looked to the side, with each hit I whimpered and gave up more and more. his hand then closed around my thin neck and squeezed, harder than his brother who just sat next to us and masturbated the whole time. he rammed me even harder so that i started to press my nails into his broad upper arms. my moans had turned into agonised whimpers. despite my pain, i felt my orgasm coming, the shame coming over me. ‹ i can't come from something like this ..›

But my body didn't listen to my mind and soon afterwards I came to the end of the painful sensation. looking down i could see that i had squirted on his hand. the older brother pulled out the brush, it was soaking wet and dripping. he smiled down me and tapped me lightly on my chin.

"maybe you forget about my useless brother and come to my room when we have a party again little slut"

‹damn, i totally forgot that there was a party going on here›

the big brother had gone into the bathroom to do god knows what.

I quickly got dressed, the boy who was so brave earlier and then was pushed away by his brother was still sitting on the bed. He had climaxed at some point and now looked a bit lost

"im sorry i was so mean.. i hope you still are happy with this.." my voice was uncertain.

i gave him a quick kiss on his cheek and limped out the room, even tho my legs were still a lil shaking.

My Favorite Thing is when i get put in my place♥︎

Like being mean to a guy,devalue his appearance,make fun of him if he doesn't know something or just pinch him hard in his tummySo at some point he has to prove his superiority. Hes gonna Grab me by my neck,Choke me Till i almost pass out and then force me on my knees. If I try to refuse he will punch me in the face and Choke me again until i am resign and submit to him.After that i give that nerd his first blowjob Gagging at his size,mascara all over my face and Glossy eyes is when i am at my prettiest.

Just told him that i wont date him and now he sits on my carpet and begs like a pathetic loser. Should i Perceive the weapon as a danger?

Maybe hes gonna shoot at me or himself..

or hes gonna just hold it on my head while rping me into Submission tehe

Pinning a nerd against a wall while being way shorter than him♥︎

Hes too shy to touch me or push me away, he cant do anything other than whining when when i open his Jeans and stroke his pretty untouched d1ck. He can't stand up to me and follows every instruction no matter in what Tone i speak

He sits down on the floor so I can sit on his lap and leave hickeys all over his neck

CNC,sizekink

=>Part two

Walking home at night from a Party because my friends dumped me for the Band that played.

Im dolled up in my pretty Short dress walking down the road when i hear a car, Normally no cars drive here. When i look i can see that its from the military Station that is near my town. The car stops and 2 masked men look at me, my knees get weak, i blush and greet them nicely.

"Whats a pretty girl doing alone at night? U need a ride?" He Talks sweetly and i take his offer. I get to the backseat and tell them what happend

"Well thats a shame, youre way too pretty.. what if creeps would have taken advantige of you?" I agree but cant ingnore the hand that slowly reaches for my uppertigh. I squirm a lil bit in my seat, why is the driver not staying on the Highway? Hes heading deeper in the forest.. where the military Station is located.

Suddenly the car comes to a stop and both men look at me, not nicely like earlier but with an hungry look. I Grab my short dress in discomfort and try hiding my Exposed tighs. It doesnt do anything when the driver slaps my hands away.

"Dont hide pretty girl we saw your pathetic look when you saw us earlier. Youre a little slut, you want this.. dont lie to yourself" my face heats up so i look down but one guy immediately grabs my chin and makes me look at them. I small whimper escapes my mouth, they take that as a yes, so they get in the backseat aswell. Im Sandwiched between them, they are huge and im so small. The driver is so big i only reache his shoulder while sitting. They start groping me rouhgly, the smaller one starts kissing my neck and trys entering between my tighs but i keep them shut. The driver kneading my breasts got frustated fast and just froces my legs apart so my pssy is at their mercy. I feel exposed and Degraided, they just take me however they want. My pussy however doenst care, im soaked and the men can tell too.

"Damn girl we just got started and your on the edge of cumming haha" they laugh at my despared whimpers and my soaked cnt. The smaller soldier pulled my dress down so my titts are free for him to grope and suck. Finally the driver takes off his gloves and slowly caresses me over my pants. I Grab his neckprotection and moan out in fear but also in desire. Im so scared what they will do to me next but i also get so wet and neey. So needy that i take off my panties and start pleading at them.The big guy hums at my needy pleads but does what i want. He slowly enters one Finger in my tight cnt, he groans at how tight i am. I cant keep my mouth shut and whimper while the other guys sucking my titts. My dress is on the ground, im completly nacked and defenseless against them, they are still in full gear. After a while the bigger men puts me over his lap so my ass and pussy are exposed to them I didnt protest and just did what they want me to.

I could feel Fingers entering my pussy but the first spank to my ass took me by suprise. It hurt, i could already feel my ass getting Red. The next spanks made me cry, i couldnt hold back. It hurt so dam bad, my hicuped moans got Stuck in my troath when the man I was lying on his lap grabbed my neck and choked me while he continued to hit my bottom. Tears Streamed down my face, my pussy so soaked it Streams down my tighs. I can hear them laugh and speak dirty dehumanizing about my small body that is currently under their power. The spanks turn into a beating, he turns me around so that I lie on my back on his lap. He lets go of my neck but turns his Attention to my now free titts, he takes one nipple between his Fingers and plays so rough with it i cry again " pls stop aaah pls i-ah i cant" my whimpers are being ignored he looks down on me with cold eyes. The Other soldier still fingering me got pretty rough with my hole and clit, it was dangerously good. Even tho the big guy assaulted me the familiar Feeling in my stomache told me i Was close.

The driver let go of my nipple and started kneading my titts, i closed my eyes at the soft touch. I souldnt have done that, he let go of one tit and smacked my stomache, it wasnt hard but still took away my breath.

" dont you enjoy this.. your being assaulted and beaten up. Why should we make this good for you slut?" His words were too cruel for my soft personality, i looked away and tears once again build up in my eyes. The feeling of my orgams was still building up. He was so good with his Fingers and his voice nicer than the big ones

"Dont be so mean man, her pussys so tight your gonna feel like in heaven.. fuck and she tastes so good" i grabed his hair when he licked my cnt. He humms at me. " shes close, i can feel your pussy clenching lil girl" my moans got more highpitched " comon Babygirl come for daddy" With one last truhst of his Fingers i came and squirted over his hands.

He praised me and my pretty body i felt safe for one second Till i heard the big mens voice again

"Fun is over slut,now your gonna get fucked Till you scream"

.. part 2?

Hands tied behind my back, just in underwear and soaked panties.

Thats how i was trown on the bed by a man that tought was my friend, he convinced me to meet and have a coffee with him, as friends ofc and nothing like a date.

that was what I was hoping for, but after a cup and some chatting.. the look in his eyes changed drastic. And when i wanted to go he stood in my way, i never realised how huge he was, towering over my small frame. I felt so scared.It didnt take long for him to Grab me and prevent me from escaping . I couldnt do anything against his grib, he torn my Clothing of and tied my wrist behind my back and threw myself on the floor. When he stood over me I writhed under him, he sank to the floor and started kissing my neck. My legs were wide spread for his crotch to grind, i couldnt keep my moans and tears from escaping.After a while of his nibbeling and kissing he swung me over his shoulder and entered a room,his bedroom.

Now here i am, at his mercy With a wet face and pssy. He can see the mess between my legs, his smile was vile and smug.

"You ignored me long enough, now im gonna Show you torture." His words were chilling down my spine. My eyes wided in fear. He got closer and caressed my face, still With a mean Expression on his face.

"So pretty yet so stupid, your stupid lil cunt will be sore and hurting after im done. Your body blue and green from my beating and your mind dizzy after i fucked you into Submission "

..

Pls dont bully me, i'll c4m

I knew it was stupid that i told the guy who bullied me for years to " shut the f up"

I knew it was stupid when he asked for forgivness and i accepted.

I knew it was stupid that i got home with him

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...

His left hand was in my hair pulling so hard my back Arched against his hard croch, hands against the cold wall of his room while my nails Dug into some cheap Posters of boxers. I tried keeping my mouth shut but the violent Hits against my ass and sometimes against my ribs made it hard not to cry and plead. "Please stop"my whiny voice encouraged him, i could feel his breath getting heavier. He made me whimper at every spank, the Hits got more aggressive every second. I could feel my knees weaken and embarrassingly my panties get wet. My mind Was full of how i could get out this Situation without him noticeing how arroused i am. I was so busy trying not to let the pain get out of hand and trying to come up with an escape plan that I didn't notice him opening my bra at first.

My breath fell silent when the hits stopped and a big rough hand wrapped around my soft tits, he still had his hand in my hair and made me arch even more against him. His other hand was Playing with my titt roughly. My mouth opened and soft moans escaped it without me Wanting it.His mouth nibbled at the soft flesh of my neck, the outprint of his Member pressed against my round ass, Sexual excitement filled my thin body which made me forget my fear of him. I grabbed at his hair, my voice whiny and full of need for him; " take me..mhmm take my virginity please.. just you ahh" he hummed deeply , his hand still busy with my perky titts. I almost forgot his mean behavior when we were in school

he let go of me and turned me around to force me against the wall, he looked down at my blushed face. Tiny hands rabbed the end of his tshirt, he grabbed them and held them above my head with just one if his hands. His eyes look dark, full of lust and hatred.

" you come with me, you let me degraid you infront of people and now you beg me to stretch your tight stupid hole?.." his voice became weirdly angry at me,the free hand closed around my narrow neck and he immediately pressed tightly " why have you never had a boyfriend? you are So pretty, a great body, a good little girl with good character" his praising made my heart beat faster, his hand around my neck and my wrists gave me a Feeling of being completly defenseless and at his dominant temper" i know why..i know you get wet when im mean, i know you like it that im choking you" i was at first disappointed when he let go of my neck but not long. He pushed his hand under my short skirt into my slip, feeling my wet cunt that has been drenching my tighs " my my your little pssy is just as needy as you have been telling me"

i moand in Respond. His Fingers slid through my wet folds. I bucked my hips into his hand. Finally after alot of teasing, i felt one of his Huge Fingers slowly entering my hole. At first it was just his Fingertip. He groand at my tight Walls that hug his Finger. I tried to keep quite but failed automatically when he entered me completly. He first didnt move, just so he could feel my tight Walls clenching " p-please move i-aah" He immediately pull his finger out so he could ram it back in with force " omg y-yes f-fuck"I wanted to encourage him with my whimpering to be rougher and it worked out. He looked down at me his breath was heavie, his face distorted into a lustful expression "Yea you like getting fucked by me? Fuuck i wish i knew sooner" lips crashed against mine. Thrusts became harder, moans filled his room when his thumb caressed my clit.

I swung my head to side so the tall men had free access to my neck. " ahh oh my aah w-wait not two Fingers its too much" He didnt Listen to my pleas and shoved another Finger in my soaked hole " you can do it stupid little girl, you came with me.. you wanted this! Tell me .. TELL ME" there is the angry voice again. My mind weak from all the degraiding made me submissive, aswell it made me weak that i didnt want him to stop Fingering my cunt, my clit was already swollen.. the familiar Feeling was building up in my tummy. In no Circumstances i wanted him to stop, i would do anything " nhha w-what .. what do you wanna hear sir? Please dont stop i need you i- Aah i do anything " tears rolling down my pretty face. He continued with a dark look on his face

" tell me the truth, why did you never report me?"I look at him innocently, he already knows the truth. He slows down so can answer him

" i wanted you" I got that far, he crached down on my lips while fingering rougher than ever before. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. We kissed so roughly my lips were cracked when he let go so we can catch a breath. My orgasm Was so close, finally he let go of my wrist that were above my head the entire time. Finally i Was allowed to feel him, his muscles flexing underneath his Shirt made me feeling even hotter. "Cum for me sweet stupid girl.." he talked so sweetly that i didnt even noitice his degraiding words, i didnt care even if he called me the meanest words. 3... s-so close 2.. .. " ahh yess sir y -yeess ahh oh my " with loud moans and alot of squirting i came on his hand.

" i hope its clear to you that you are mine now little girl"

I look up at him and just nod

aksjsk guys I’m having THOUGHTS again.

warnings: ducon, non-fae creatures being kept as pets, fae being degenerate mfs pfft

Thinking about the fae courts and the glamorous parties they throw. Specifically their more debauched ones. The ones where they have their ‘pets’ - generally humans and mythical creatures - on display. You know how sometimes clubs have people standing on platforms dancing ? kinda like that.

Throughout the rooms the party takes place in, there are raised platforms where 1-4 pets are stationed. Just before the event starts an aphrodisiac perfume, that is MUCH more effective on non-fae, is released. While the fae who inhale it may feel a little more flirtatious, non-fae become overwhelmed with carnal desire.

As the fae nobility mingle - gossiping, and enjoying the food and company - they occasionally stop to observe the entertainment.

A solo human desperately fists his cock, panting, as the evidence of his many releases pool by his knees. Two humans crying out in ecstasy as one bounces up and down on the other.

And then of course there are the mythical creatures. Sometimes paired with each other but often paired with a delicate human.

A werewolf pinning down and mating its little human. A minotaur using one like a flesh light. Moans sound from a naga as her coils wrap round someone’s body drawing their cock in and out of her slit. Across the room snarls erupt as a dragon and chimera posture over who gets to pin down and fuck the pretty thing they’re grouped with.

All across the room wild and wondrous grouping provided and interesting backdrop as the fae make merry~

resilience [18+]

pairings: shigaraki tomura x female! reader 

summary: if you’re updated w/ the manga u prolly know shigaraki is now all beefed up phew. shigaraki stans stay winning. so here’s a fic where our struggling pro hero y/n wants to become stronger but working hard iisn’t working so she runs to shigaraki, the king of the underworld, to give her a quirk. shigaraki takes this as the perfect opportunity to teach a scum hero hero her place. 

warnings: dubcon-ish, shiggy is really mean, dumbification, size kink nasty nasty 

word count: 4k+ 

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From a young age, everyone around you had high hopes for you. Your parents wanted you to make them proud, your teachers wanted you to give your hundred percent always. Your friends admired you, they dreamed of being you. You were the golden child. Loved by everyone so, when you developed your quirk no one was shocked to learn that it was one of the strongest quirks out there.

Your parent’s dreams for you soared even higher and soon everyone was complimenting you and deeming how amazing you’d do as a Pro-Hero and you listened to them. You trained your entire childhood in hopes of becoming the No. 1 Hero, even got into a known Hero school, and graduated on top of your class. You thought you were invincible until you started your career as a Pro. 

It was hard. It was so much harder than you had expected. Apparently, your will to save citizens wasn’t enough to make you a legitimate Hero to the eyes of the public. Even if you worked your ass off it wasn’t enough. Weaker and useless Heroes whose only specialty was steering drama with others would sweep in at the last minute and take your victory as theirs’. 

You wanted to speak up about this but your agent had said you’d go nowhere; those Heroes had been in the business longer. No one would have taken your side, you were just a rookie. If you wanted to be admired, you had to also use cheap tricks and form connections with names. 

At first, you refused. It went against your moral code but soon after you started receiving angry phone calls from your peers; them explaining how embarrassing it was that no one even knew who you were, your mind quickly changed. Next thing, you are just like the others using cheap tricks working on your public image rather than actual Hero work. You thought finally it’d work and it did! After a few months, you were under the Top 30 Heroes list. The “hard” work had paid off now, it was only way upwards to the No.1 but you found yourself not rising the ladder. You were stuck in the Top 30. Nothing upwards but other Heroes were beating your position, it was all falling over again. You needed to do something to save yourself.

That’s when you heard about him. A man who granted people power, the King of the Underground. He acted like the Devil himself. Granting your desire for a price. People talked about him in hushed whispers, they acted if he did not exist but he did. He was very much there. His men had been terrorizing the country for so long; his men were hardest to fight. 

You thought about it. You could reach him and ask him for power, after all, you could do anything to be the No. 1 Hero. You couldn’t afford to disappoint the people who had supported you, your entire lives even deep down you knew the only reason everyone- anyone talked to you was for their own selfish reasons but that was okay. They were the only people you had.

So you rolled the dice and made up your mind to meet the Mad King. Shigaraki Tomura.

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Redamancy  iii

Redamancy (n.) The act of loving in return

pairings: mirio togata x female reader 

@sweet-but-yandere asked:  Could you do a part three of the yandere mirio x reader “redamancy” or maybe a sequel to it? ///   anonymous asked:Part 3 of Redamancy where he try’s to get the reader pregnant out of jealousy but she does not want a baby still Mirio forces him self on her.

warnings: nsfw, noncon, breeding kink, mirio being a scumbag. all characters are 18+

a/n: ok so this gotta be the last in this series lmao. i didnt really think people would be into mirio that much but ya all the love for sunshine daddy.  

word count.: 1948

Mirio’s gaze turned to you, sky blue eyes stared at how you sipped on your drink. Your glossy, pink stained lips puckered around the straw. Was that a new shade? You had never put something like that on before. Probably tasted like strawberries or cherries, “Mirio!” your voice drove him out his thoughts. You stood in front of him, your hands at your hip, “What are you thinking about?” Mirio felt his cheek heat up.

‘I was thinking about you sucking my dick, do you mind?’

“Nothing, we should get going. Lunch’s bout’ to get over soon.” He grabs your wrist and pulls you towards the school building, you almost trip over your feet, “Hey! Slow down!” You bump into his chest, which was hard as a rock. “You’re a klutz,” he laughs. “It’s your fault!” he pats your head and continues laughing, he finds him self thinking how much smaller you are compared to him. His entire hand can literally cover your face, he can easily pick you and throw you over his shoulder.

What is stopping him? Seriously?

His smile drops when he catches you staring at him. The guy he beat up months ago and threatened him to stay out of your life. You were staring at him chatting away, giggling with some nameless girl. He studied your sully expression, how your eyes looked sad, and lip turned into a sad pout; he could tell you were upset and that pissed him off. Why did you still think about him? Why did you still care about that jerk? Didn’t you move on yet?

Mirio felt himself get riled up from the same rage he had felt the first time he had seen you with this man. The frustration, anger, and jealousy all came surging back to him as he realized that you obviously did not feel the same way about him as he did about you. Maybe he’ll have to do more than just be nice to get you to understand he’s the one for you, the one and only.

“Hey, what’s wrong? You coming?” His hand rested on your shoulder as gripped on it a little tighter. He would show you who you belong to. You will get what is coming.

Mirio walked into an empty classroom which echoed soft sobs and sniffles. You sat on your seat, your head resting on the desk as you cried. Mirio’s face dropped and he rushed to you wrapping his arms around you, pulling your upper half to his chest. He rubbed your head, “It’s okay now. I am here,” he whispered into your ear shushing you. “What happened?” he asked after you had calmed down. “Why are you still here?” “I came to get you, now, what happened?” you gulped before answering, you feel the lump in your throat rise as your voice cracked. “Why?”

Mirio was confused, what were you about? “Am I not good enough? Why did he leave me?” tears fell to your cheeks again as you breath hitched.

Of course, you were thinking about him. Mirio felt something in him snap. He pulled away from the hug and stood in front of you, grabbing your jaw squishing your cheeks. Your eyes widened in horror as he pulled your face closer to him, his elbows rested on the desk separating the two of you. He looked down on you, his eyes bored into yours with malice and anger, “Mirio you’re-” “Shut the fuck up.” he snapped. “Do you know why he left? Why did your precious little pretty boy leave you?” you were too scared to answer, you didn’t get to anyways, “Because. I fucking told him to stay away from you. Got it?” Your eyebrows knit together and tears pricked at the corner of your eyes, “I fucking beat him up. You know why I did that?” he asked again.

His voice was menacing, he was shouting at you and you were scared.

“Answer me! You fucking ungrateful bitch!” You started whimpering, Mirio had never talked to you this way before. A weak no left your trembling lips, “It’s because you’re mine.” he spat, he waited for you to say something but you were still trying to process his words. It was a lot to take in, you couldn’t believe that Mirio would ever do something like that. You wanted to think this was a joke but no, he was dead serious.

The ray of sunshine, the great hero to be, Mirio Togata was a scumbag, no, he was worse.

You started releasing the situation you were in, there was no doubt, he wouldn’t hesitate to hurt you too. The flight or fight instinct kicked in and you tried to free your face from his grasp, successfully freeing yourself from his chains you got up from the desk and made a run for the door. Mirio stared at you in disbelief, his eyes wide and lips curled upwards he internally laughed at your foolishness. Wasting no time, he quickly got behind you capturing your wrist and pulling you back to his chest. A large hand wrapped around your waist, keeping you securely pinned to his torso.

You are so stupid. Did you seriously think you could get away from him? He is twice your size.

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... Why the fuck do I find this hot!!!??? (♡˙︶˙♡)

𝙶𝚎𝚝 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙱𝚛𝚎𝚍

Pairing: Mirio/Reader

Word count: 2002

Tags: 18+ ONLY, dark content, dubious consent, non-con (just to be safe), bull hybrid!mirio, lamb hybrid!reader, reader is gender neutral, but they are written with a vagina, they're also referenced to be chubby very briefly, creampie, rough sex, mentions of scratches and v minor sex related injuries, stomach bulging (from mirio's monster dong), breeding kink.

AN: so this is a repost from a fic i wrote a while back on my old account, so if you somehow recognise this, that's why. i've also edited a bit of it, so if you see any new typos, no you didn't <3

Everyone knew to never venture near the field tucked away at the edge of the farm, hybrids and workers alike. They’ve all heard the stories, the legends of the creature who inhabits the pasture tucked as far away from the public eye as possible. But you’ve always been such a curious little thing, that much is obvious to Mirio, who lies under the shade of an overgrown tree, pretending as if he doesn't see you out of his peripheral vision. You show up every day without fail, despite the countless warnings you’re sure to have received; only your eyes and fluffy white lamb ears protrude over the wall to his field as you stare at him with a wide-eyed gaze, positively sparkling with awe and unbridled curiosity.

He knows he must look fascinating to such a small, delicate thing like yourself. Where you’re all soft curves and dainty features, he’s colossal, with bulging muscles, sharp eyes, a galaxy of scars carved into his flesh. But clearly something calls you to venture down to his territory, to spend your time marvelling at his horns, his tail, the rings that adorn his nose and nipples, as if he’s some kind of mythical creature. And in a way, he muses, whatever the other hybrids whisper about him in the security of their barn must craft him into something only seen in fantasy, the farm's very own minotaur.

But of course, for such an inquisitive creature, he knows it’s only a matter of time until the wall isn't close enough for you, until your little legs clamber up the stonewall in a desperate attempt to sneak a closer look. After all, something so large surely couldn’t move as fast as an agile hybrid as you?

He snorts in faint amusement as he continues sharpening his horns against the tough bark of a tree. He can hear the grass rustling behind him, the sound of quickened breaths and a racing heartbeat make it obvious just who is cowering in the tall reeds. But he waits, feigning obliviousness, waiting until you creep just a little closer… Just a little more...

Before you have a chance to blink, he’s diving into the bushes behind him, pinning your helpless, naked figure to the dirt floor by your neck as he towers over your writhing body. He pays no mind to the sharp, panicked squeaks and bleats that tumble from your agape lips, your eyes now wide with fear rather than mere intrigue.

“P-Please mister! I wasn’t going to steal anything, I j-just wanted a closer look, please l-let me go, you’re 'urting me!”

Cute.

You look so adorable begging beneath him with pretty, teary eyes, akin to diamonds as they gleam under the fading sun. He takes his time raking his eyes over you, finally having the opportunity to observe you in all your glory, opposed to the small percentage of your pretty face he had been teased with for so many torturous weeks.

“But I’ve been all by myself for so long, little lamb, now I have some company I’m not so sure I’m willing to let you go.” There’s still panicked adrenaline rushing through your veins, that much he can tell, but with every inhale through his nose, the unmistakable scent of arousal only gets stronger. He leans down, exhaling heavily through his nose just so he can watch the way his breath cascades across your face, your little ears flinching from where they lay pressed into the dirt.

“And by the way your body is responding, it seems as though you want me to keep you here.” You’re frozen now, prey instincts overtaking any of your human ones as you submit wholly to the hulking hybrid leering over you, your body going lax against the dirt floor. Mirio doesn’t see the need for any more words, not when the fear slowly ebbs from your once wide eyes, now glossed over with barely constrained lust, your hips twitching upwards to grind against his hardening cock.

He watches with keen eyes as your head snaps down to stare at the hot, heavy length that currently rests upon your stomach, the only response you’re able to provide being an adorable stuttered gasp. He knows you’ve only ever seen his cock when it’s limp, resting against his thigh as he basks in the sun, and while it’s still impressive then, it’s a whole different experience seeing the size of it compared to your body.

It throbs painfully from where it lays trapped between his defined abdomen and the soft skin of your tummy, the reddened tip of his cock twitching just below your chest. It’s adorable, he thinks as he watches you gaze at it, the same look of wonderment dancing in your irises as when you’d peak at him from over the wall. But there’s also a hunger he recognises too, one that is no doubt reflected in his own eyes as he measures up just how bloated your already adorably chubby stomach will be once he’s buried inside of you. It’s a thought that has the last shred of his patience dissipating with the gentle country breeze, large hands folding your legs up, and up, until your knees are pushed into the soil by your now dirtied ears, your pretty, dripping cunt now exposed to his ravenous, predatory eyes.

If the sounds you made as you lay shaking in fear under him were a delight to his ears, then the sweet, melodic mewls that he coaxes from your lips with the first contact of his tongue to your dripping pussy is truly a masterpiece to behold. Every swipe of his wet muscle against your clit only encourages higher pitched whines, your little hands curling around his protruding horns for much needed purchase as he eats you out akin to a starved man presented with his first full meal in months. It’s messy, with a mixture of saliva and arousal coating both his chin and your thighs as he fucks his tongue mercilessly into your dripping hole. It’s clear that you’re not too experienced, not when your legs tremble from where they’re pressed into the soil, your cunt already pulsating around his tongue as you mindlessly babble through your first climax. But he doesn’t stop, it’s as though he can’t get enough of you; your euphonious whimpers, the sweet taste of your pussy as you cream against his mouth for the nth time.

By the time he’s finally lifting his face from your spasming pussy, you’re boneless, harsh inhales coupled with choked off sobs wrack your fragile chest, and you look positively delicious. He keeps you folded in half as he clambers atop you, moving to mount your pussy as he aligns his cock to your trembling hole, his fingers coming up to wrap into the bark of the tree to anchor himself.

Despite spending countless minutes with his tongue buried in your cunt, he watches with intrigue as the first push of his cock past the heat of your pussy has your mouth parting in a silent scream, a stream of endless tears cascading down your face, intermingling with the soil as it drips onto the dirt below. Anyone else in his situation would coo, still their hips, and croon an endless stream of praise and encouragement against your trembling little lamb ears.

But Mirio doesn't do soft, or sweet. Not in any capacity.

Instead of fond pity, your tears only serve to ignite a fire in his gut, his eyes zeros in on the way you’re split in half by his cock. He’s like a man possessed as he cants his hips downward with such force that his balls slap against your ass, not hesitating to immediately set a pace so brutal it’s unsurprising that he has your screams echoing through the dusk air.

His trance is broken when he feels your nails clawing desperately at his thighs, his gaze zeroing in on your expression, the fucked out and vacant sheen to your once awestruck eyes only makes him double down on his thrusts, pushing himself to go faster, to fuck you harder into the dirt until you’ve left a permentant impression of your body into his field.

He can feel any control he had over his body rapidly slipping, between the way your pussy is wrapped so tightly around his cock, and the feeling of your tremulous heartbeat through the walls of your cunt, it’s a miracle he doesn’t look as gone as you.

But the one thing that has him teetering on the edge of full blown ferality is the unfathomably large outline of his cock that protrudes from your swollen stomach. He’s in awe at how such a small cunt can even fit all of him in, yet it doesn’t once cross his mind to think about how much pain you must be in, nor does he care about the pathetic little bleats and hiccuped wails that flow freely from your tear soaked lips. No, the only thing that occupies his mind is an echoing chant to “breed, breed, breed”.

His fingers flex harder against the cracked bark, the tree groaning in protest as he leans his full weight against its trunk, rough snorts of frustration forced from his nostrils as the roots begin to give in, unable to hold his weight. Just before he forces the tree over, he pries his fingers from splintered wood, and hooks his arms under your body, pulling you roughly up to his chest, manoeuvring you like a ragdoll until your face is pressed against one of the metal rings through his pierced nipples, your arms left to loosely grip at whatever flesh you can reach before his hips kick up again, his cock never once having left the heat of your now dripping, abused hole.

“There we go, there’s my good little lamb. You’re takin’ a bull’s cock like you were made for it, precious, hah, who knows, maybe you were? A lamb, destined to be bred by me, to be bloated with my cum.”

He’s positively feral now, his hips pounding against your limp body with enough force to bruise, not that he fares much better with the scratches along his back and arms to prove it. It’s purely animalistic, deep grunts and growls intermingled with your high, keening moans as you both lose your minds in each other’s bodies.

Any hope either of you had of clinging on to your dwindling sanity is snapped the second one of his hands moves to grip your fluffy tail that rests just above the swell of your sore ass, your cunt clamping down on his cock as you cum so hard you lose all sense of direction, near blacking out as your arousal soaks his cock and abdomen. He can’t help but follow straight after you, cumming with a baritone growl as he slaps his hips to yours one final time, seemingly endless ropes of his cum slowly filling out more of your stomach until you’re left looking exactly how Mirio wants you to: well and truly bred. He’s slow to pull out, grinning cockily when he hears you whine at how empty your abused pussy feels, only for the smile to morph into a predatory snarl as he watches his cum leak from your slit in thick rivulets.

He’s quick to drop you to the ground, lining his rapidly softening length back to your hole and pushing his seed back into your cunt with determination, uncaring of your overstimulated sobs and he once again gets lost in your positively addictive heat.

By the time the farmers notice that one of their sweet little lambs is missing, they’re already far too late. Because there’s nothing they can do, watching with a mixture of horror and lust as they stare on at the way your drooling cunt swallows every inch of their bull hybrid’s cock, not when he’s staring back at them, eyes gleaming with murderous intent,

“This is my hole to breed, try and take it from me and I’ll fuckin’ kill you.”

Fragmented Glass

Chapter 1

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x reader 

Warnings: This story deals with a miscarriage. Eventual Smut. Mentions of death. Dubious consent (not in this chapter) 

Word Count: 4,919

Genre: Angst, Smut, Enemies to Lovers. 

Summary: You had the choice of an arranged marriage, upon meeting Namjoon he acted as if he actually cared for you but as time passed you realize that this would not be a fairy tale.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading, if any of the topics above make you uncomfortable please don’t read. 

The small cafe was bustling with customers. You rushed from one table to the next to take care of the customers. You were tired to say the least, you had been up on your feet since early in the morning and already you felt the soles of your shoes on fire.

“Excuse me!” a whiny voice yelled from one of the tables.

You approached with an apologetic look, “How can I help you?”

The woman scoffed, “I have been here for almost twenty minutes and no one has taken my order.”

You took your small pad and pen out. “We apologize for any inconvenience but we are short staffed today -”

“Spare the sob story for someone who cares, let me get a caramel latte with two extra caramel pumps, not one!, two.”

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SEX FOR HOMEWORK 2

synopsis. how can he remind you of the ditzy nature you thought he had; how can he remind you of the past authority you presented yourself with, when the two of you are positioned in such an… an inappropriate manner? it’s humiliating, the way you climbed so high to fall down to this, to fall down to the touch of kim taehyung. you can’t even say no to his comment, because you feel his now sticky fingers dive deep into your entrance and you shudder with discomfort.

pairing. yandere!taehyung x f!reader

genre. high school au! (legal age). rich kid!jock!taehyung. class president!virgin!reader.

word count. 4k

warnings. EXPLICITLY NONCON SMUT (protected penetration, fingering/foreplay, groping). humiliation. degradation. blackmail. spanking. name calling. forced begging. lots of crying. sex in a public area (an empty classroom). bondage. hair pulling. overstimulation. virginity taken away. rough sex. sex that’s painful at first. maybe just a teeny tiny bit of virgin kink. dirty talk. tae asks too many questions like pls stfu sir. yeah ik oc stutters a lot i’m sorry but it’s bearable. and she beats herself up for having dirty thoughts :( pls know that it’s completely normal to be horny even when you’re unexperienced and yes i will be addressing this later on. and yes tae is still mean cause we like that yk. yandere themes. pls understand that this is completely fictional.

part (2) of the SCHOOL F*CKING SUCKS! series.

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“beg me to fuck you.”

the first tear falls at his words. it slides from the outer corner of your eye to your temple, leaving a wet trail to crust in its wake.

history projects don’t end up like this, with your wrists bound behind you as your chest heaves on the teacher’s desk in an empty classroom after school. they don’t end with rich, class clown kim taehyung pressed against you with an unforgiving grip on your restricted hands.

your left cheek rubs on the scratchy paper on the table, though it’s not nearly as uncomfortable as his breath against your ear. “beg me to fuck you, or have me take your future scholarship away,” his threat is held above you like a guillotine and his eyes narrow, coated with both amusement and danger, “you know what to choose, class president. you’re a smart girl, aren’t you?”

your bottom lip trembles slightly as you stare at his sorry excuse of a friendly grin, as you stare at his handsome features that used to make your face feel flushed. even if you gave snappy comments and raised brows in all your past interactions with him, his usual square-shaped smile gave tingles to your abdomen. but right now, the only feeling in your stomach is fear, anger, and inner conflict. 

begging will ruin you, break you from the fight you raised. you can’t have sex now; you have to focus on your academics, push away your filthy desires that you’ve suppressed for far too long to give into.

but with taehyung’s ultimatum, not begging will tear you down from the hard work you’ve put in your studies for all these years. all those sleepless hours before an exam, all those times you kissed up to your teachers, all those irritating team assignments with slackers like him, everything: down the damn drain.

the smile he holds begins to fade with each second you spend thinking. there’s so much going on inside your head, but so little time. the bland, ugly clock on the wall sounds a little too loud, as if it’s counting down to your doom.

tick.

tick.

tick-

“please!” you cry out on a whim, “please..”

he waits, a flicker of expectancy flashing in his gaze as you gulp.

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SEX FOR HOMEWORK

synopsis. he chuckles at how wet you are, how sensitive you are. “you’re so cute, class president, acting like you don’t like what i’m doing to you.”

pairing. yandere!taehyung x f!reader

genre. high school au! (legal age). rich kid!jock!taehyung. class president!virgin!reader.

word count. 3.4k

warnings. NONCON SMUT (fingering/foreplay, more smut in later parts). noncon touching. blackmailing. degredation. sex in a public area (aka the classroom). forced begging. bondage. hair pulling. yandere themes. taehyung’s flirty and mean but we like it that way yk. 

part (1) of the SCHOOL F*CKING SUCKS! series.

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of course you had to be paired with him. 

it seemed like your history teacher loved throwing challenges your way, ending the grading period with a project and purposefully pairing you with kim taehyung. rich, egotistical, class clown, kim taehyung. of course it’s logical to put the class president with him, the class president who has to deal with his daily teasing and flirty comments. of course.

and of course, he’s thirty minutes late. 

it’s long past the end of the school day and the classroom is empty. the teacher trusted the two of you (okay, mainly only you) to lock up her class after borrowing it, though taehyung happily snatched the keys and said that he’ll keep them so you won’t have to worry about losing them (and for that reason, you worried even more). you sit at your desk in the front row, scowl growing bigger and bigger with each tick of the ugly clock. you try not to pay too much attention to it, constantly refocusing on the clicking of your laptop as you type away at the keyboard. you’re beyond irritated; you have two tests, an essay due, and a student council meeting tomorrow. jimin assigned you to do some research, and if you didn’t get that done, you’d surely let him down (even though he’d hide his dissapointment with a smile). you scream in your head at the thought. blame it on kim taehyung, you think, who’s still not here thirty-three minutes after the promised time. 

“class! president!”

thirty-four.

you don’t look back to him, just continue to watch the words form on the document of your screen, fingers never slowing one bit. you hear the door slide shut and click, and his pricey shoes tap at the floor as he walks closer. “sorry, had something to do,” he says, his low voice echoing off the walls. you can tell that he’s got on a friendly box-like smile that borders on sheepish; the same one that he would give when he asked his teacher to forgive him for being reckless with his devious pranks, or when he told his group members that he forgot to do his part of the assignment. “ran here knowing that you’d be waiting for me, my beautiful class president.”

“what could you possibly be doing for thirty four minutes,” you ask (it’s not really a question; it’s more of a statement that emphasizes your annoyance). you ignore his remark. it’s something you’re used to.

he laughs, as your attitude is something he’s used to as well. “because i’d like to preserve my reputation, i’ll give you the grace of not knowing.” 

he’s in front of your desk now. your eyes look up at him, observing any hints that could possibly give you an idea of what was so important that he had to waste your time. but he looks normal. normal, as in his handsome self; perfectly messy black hair, beautiful eyes, honey skin that’s tan from baseball practices. his crisp school uniform wraps his tall figure, and his blazer is casually unbuttoned (unlike yours). his loose tie could be done better, but you weren’t going to fix it for him. you accidentally glance at his crotch that’s eye level with you.

“want a picture so it’ll last?”

you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, then you narrow your eyes when taehyung gives a wink. “just get started already,” you grumble with an eye roll, “we only have forty-five minutes left since someone ditched on the first half hour.”

he clasps his hands together like a prayer and squeezes his eyes shut, pouting, “awe, i’m sorry! really, it won’t happen again!”

“there won’t be an ‘again’. just get the poster paper at the front, taehyung.”

he sends you an overdramatic salute and sets his backpack down, then walks to grab at the stack of posters under the chalkboard. 

“i’m almost finished with the research, we just have to transfer all the information onto the poster. and all the printed images are in my folder. and don’t forget that this has to all be in pen, taehyung, so…”

your voice trails off when he puts the poster on the large desk at the front of the room before slumping onto the teacher’s chair. it’s a cushioned rolling one, and it seems relaxing to sit in, unlike your stiff student seat (you can tell by the way he leans back with a sigh). 

you stare at him. “… what are you doing?”

“hm? oh, i’m sitting down.”

“no,” you say, frustrated, “you’re not supposed to be sitting at mrs. yoo’s desk… you know she doesn’t like that.” he should know, cause he’s been scolded too many times to be oblivious.

taehyung scoffs and puts his hands up in a shrug. “she’s not here. it’s just the two of us.” his palms go to rest at the back of his head. he looks far too comfortable. might as well kick his feet up. “and this is the only desk that’s large enough to put the paper on. it’s not our fault that yoo’s a nit-picky teacher.” your lips purse into a firm line at taehyung calling mrs. yoo informally. he swivels around like a bored child waiting for ice cream. when he notices you not following, he motions for you to come. “thought we were working together, no?”

it’s your turn to scoff. “the fact that i already did seventy-five percent of the work should give you an answer.” 

you clearly want to stay in your seat, but after he complains some more about how nice the chair feels and how far away you are, you internally groan and stand up. there’s another smile on his face, but it’s one of satisfaction; one that appears when mrs. yoo gives in to his pleading (because no teacher would want to scold taehyung, whose family is practically a breathing bank for the administration), or when his classmates timidly accept his apologies. you grab your laptop and your bag as you walk to the large desk, pulling a chair with you along the way. then, you plop down on the (still rather stiff) seat, patting your almost knee-length skirt and continuing, “i shared the document with you, so you can start copying it down on the poster.” you open your laptop.

he doesn’t move, only looks down at your skirt with an amused stare. you glare at him. “taehyung, we really need to-”

“you wanna sit on my lap?”

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tw dubcon, somno

napping on pervy boyfriend!könig … he’s surprised you fell asleep with how fast his heart was thumping against your ear, your head pressed to his chest as you watched a movie. he was too distracted by the feeling of your soft body against his hard muscles to even recall the plot, and he’s relieved that he can finally stop pretending to pay attention when he registers your breathing begin to slow, soft snores slipping from your slightly agape mouth.

you’re so cute like this, all pliant, relaxed, and vulnerable. one of your legs hiked up his broad lap, where his cock is quickly starting to fill in his pants. he’s hyperaware of every sensation from you — the feeling of your supple breasts and puffy nipples pressed to his stomach through your shirt nearly forces a whine from his throat. his hands, awkwardly gripping the couch, itch to feel you. he grazes his calloused fingers gingerly along the smooth skin of your bare leg, testing the waters. once he reaches the trim of your thin, skimpy, sleep shorts, he curses under his breath, uncomfortable from how hard his cock is.

slowly, he lays a hand over your ass, struggling to refrain from bucking into the heat of your thighs. he can’t help himself, though, guilt churning in his stomach as he slips a hand inside the waistband of your shorts, shocked to feel your ass completely bare of any panties. you make it so easy for him, liebling, it’s like you planned this…

he checks that you’re still sleeping before he reaches in further, his fingers featherlight against the fat, puffy folds of your cute mound. fuck, you’re so wet, even in your sleep :( that’s the last straw for him, shamelessly rutting his solid boner against your pudgy thigh as his fingers spread your pussy lips and bare your glossy hole to his eyes, gritting his teeth so his moans don’t wake you up. you’re making content little noises in your slumber, which only further pushes him off the edge. he cums embarrassingly quickly, making a sticky, pearly mess in his pants.

he’s about to pull his hand out in shame, only to be stopped by your syrupy, sleepy voice. “keep going.”

neighbour neighbour (m)

✯pairing: ryōmen sukuna x reader

✯synopsis: in which y/n’s neighbours ask her to take care of their son itadori yuuji, only for her to end up taking care of both of their children. (alt) in which sukuna corrupts his little brothers babysitter.

✯wordcount: 13k

✯warning: daddy kink, somnophilia, coercion, angst, toxic! gojo, toxic relationship, dubcon, spit (obviously), corruption, voice kink, cumdumping, sub/dom themes, bad boy! sukuna, toddler! yuuji, unprotected sex, cream pie, breeding kink, domestic! sukuna, etc

✯note: so...this is take two because i accidentally posted this like a dummy but i hope you enjoy it!! shoutout to my baby nova for beta reading this monster! @crybabygumi WOOO birthday fic!!

✯taglist: @the-fandoms-georgie @tendouispretty @fishandfuck @kakashisthickthighs @cutiekawa @tamasoft @nakachuchu @bonitoge @crybabygumi @oikai @kaachanultra @imkumichan@lovedenji @nbizuku @lazy10ieiri @fucktheworlddude@justangelstuff @fizassyeda @milktyama @chercouture @celestialmangos @misfitgirlwrites @dildofromyarichinbtchclub @sxshamv @honouredsatoru @levisnackermans @singular-itae @damnitcrowley @lildjarin @tamakisan @ijustwantfreenetflix @misslovingpearl @90s-belladonna@eternal-0ve @quirklessvillain @madarasbde @bruceweewee @marifujioka @crybabygumi @yoongi309 @ryoskuna

You weren’t sure if you wanted to suffocate yourself or the person beside you. Internally groaning as you feel his grip on your waist tighten, his forearm flexing in the sunlight seeping into his room. You lightly gripped his arm, biting your lip anxiously as he groans unintelligibly, wrapping his arm even tighter around your waist, burrowing his chin further into your neck, the sensation almost making you giggle. You furrow your brows, trying once more to pry this gorilla of a man off of you so you could go home and wash up.

“Where’re you goin’?” He mumbles into the expanse of your neck, his morning voice running chills up your spine, an unmistakable throb going straight between your thighs. It was only six, meaning that you had an hour to run across the street, shower, change, and come back before their parents left for work. You suppress the mewl that almost escapes your lips, already feeling as if you were a bitch in heat just from the sound of Sukuna’s voice.

“I-I need to go home and change…” You mumbled, slightly intimidated by his piercing gaze, his eyes barely open, squinting as the sunlight filtered into his dark room.

“Why don’t you just stay here and wear my clothes? It’s not like my mom doesn’t want you as my girlfriend already,” He smirks, placing his chin onto the palm of his hand as the arm he had around you trail up to your breasts, giving it an experimental squeeze, earning a startled yelp from your lips.

“I-I gotta go walk my hamster, sorry,” You mumble, jumping out of his arms, picking up your discarded pants, inevitably flashing him your pink, frilly panties. A whistle resounding in the room as your-- well, technically his shirt rode up, exposing the expanse of your ass, along with your cunt, covered by the thin piece of fabric, your folds barely visible but more than enough for Sukuna to salivate over.

“You sure you don’t want me to drizzle some syrup with those pancakes?” He cackles loudly as you hightail it out of there, your cheeks heating up at his shameless flirting.

You really need to stop doing other's favours.

___

“Darling, please! They need you to watch Yuuji! Please do your poor mother a favour!” Your mother pleads, grasping at the sleeves of your sweater causing you to huff, your cheeks puffing out. She smirks slightly before quickly pouting, she knew that she had you. You wouldn’t be able to resist her.

“How much are they paying? Also, how are you calling this person your best friend when I’ve never met them before?”

“You don’t know all my friends! I have plenty!” She pouts, crossing her arms over her chest before continuing. “They said they’ll pay you 15 an hour, but you’ll have to cook for him.”

You purse your lips. Honestly, it wasn’t bad.

“Fine.”

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You were nervous, constantly fidgeting as you made your way down the stairs, opening the door to see their house directly across yours. You’d never noticed your neighbours, you never paid much attention to your surroundings, always minding your own business, only going to school, the store, and home.

You cross the street and sigh, most are cars still parked in their respective driveways. Ringing the doorbell before standing back. Not a minute later, you hear the small pitter-patter of feet and giggling running towards the door, the door slamming open to reveal a small strawberry-haired toddler grinning up at you, making grabby hands while yelling ‘Up! Up! Up!’. Happily to obliging his wishes.

Picking him up and holding him at your hip, his chunky little hands reaching out to lay a palm flat against your cheek, his brows furrowed in concentration as you respectfully toed off your shoes and made your way towards him mom.

“I see that he’s already taken a liking to you. Yuuji? Could you please let go of our guest?” She hums in amusement, eyes crinkling at the sight of Yuuji so enamoured with you already. You couldn’t help but laugh, cheeks warming at the sight of the young boy.

“I can’t! I have to make sure she’s real!” he pouts before continuing. “She looks too pretty to be real, mommy!” He exclaims, his eyes as wide as saucers as he slaps both hands against your cheeks and squishes them together.

“Yuuji! We don’t do that to our guests! Please get off of her.” His mother scolds sternly, in return, Yuuji wiggles himself out of your hold, running deeper into the house, speaking incoherently about something he wanted to show you.

“I’m so sorry about him! I’m Yuuji’s mom Kaori! Nice to meet you!” She smiles, taking your hand into hers and shaking it. “I left all emergency numbers on the fridge and Yuuji can show you where everything is. You may see his older brothers but they’re mostly harmless, but do let me know if they bother you, okay dear?”

“Of course! I’ll take good care of him.” You nod and walk her to the door.

“Bye Yuuji! I love you!” She calls out to him, her hands cupped around her mouth as he expectantly waits for him to come barreling down the stairs and into her arms, teary-eyed and all.

“You’re gonna be late for work mommy! Get going!” He yells from upstairs, not even coming down the stairs to bid her a proper goodbye which causes his mom to sigh, her shoulders slumping over as she bid you farewell and hopping into her car and driving away.

Shutting the door, you turn around and make your way up the stairs, your anxiety levels rising as Yuuji had yet to return. The second floor of the house is spacious, the number of similar-looking doors was enough to confuse you.

“Yuuji? Where are you, buddy?” You called out softly.

You hear a muffled “I’m here!” behind the last door down the hallway. Feeling your chest ease up, you make your way towards him, passing by a door that was slightly left ajar. You couldn’t help but let your eyes wander. The curtains were drawn, leaving the contents of the room indistinguishable.

Forcing yourself to move on, you close the door, running inside Yuuji’s room. His walls were littered with stars, the same kind you had at his age. His shelves were filled with books, mostly consisting of picture books. He was sitting on his bed, several toys surrounding him.

You smile lightly before taking a seat on the edge of his bed, your hands neatly folded in your lap as you watched him. His brows furrowed in concentration as he fiddled with his toys.

“What are you doing there, bud?” You softly ask him.

“Nothing. I’m not mad that you’re here, but why are you here?” His head tilts to the side.

You were startled by his question. Stammering quite a bit before you answer. “I’m here to take care of you of course! Your mommy has to go to work and there’s no one here to care for you, so I’m here!”

“Yeah, but my big bro’s here. Why doesn’t he take care of me?” His shoulder slump, you can already see the tears gathering in his eyes, burrowing himself in his knees as he avoids your pitying gaze.

You scoop him into your arms, your motherly instincts kicking in at the sight of his tears. You coo at him and press kisses against the crown of his head, rubbing his back. You’re unsure of what to say, seeing as you’ve never met his brother and have no idea what he’s like.

“I can’t answer your questions, but, I can make you pancakes?” You offer, feeling the guilt in your chest dissipate at the sight of his eyes lighting up.

“Yes please!”

___

“Do you need help cleaning up, big sis?” He asks, his doe eyes wide and full of wonder. You pat his head, thanking him before telling him to run off and play, and that you’d be with him right after. He had your whole heart and didn’t even know it.

Humming to yourself as you wash the dishes, ensuring that the kitchen was just as spotless as it was when you arrived. You wonder what you should make for lunch as you neatly put away the leftovers.

You were suddenly interrupted by a cough, a cough too deep for it to be Yuuji’s. Slowly turning around, you’re met with the sight of a man, seemingly about your age.

He had tattoos running up the length of his arms and up to his neck. His ears were adorned with multiple piercings as well as an eyebrow piercing.

He wore a black shirt, the fabric stretching across his broad chest. His hair, the same shade as Yuuji’s with a slightly different style. A wide grin was plastered on his face, his eyes running up and down your figure as you stood there gaping at him.

“You should really close your mouth, someone might stuff it.” He chuckles as he moves to slip past your frozen figure, placing his large, veiny hands on your waist, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he huskily whispers an ‘Excuse me, princess’, purposely brushing his cock against your ass.

Irritation seeps into your bones. This man did not know who you are yet he spoke to you as if he’d known you all his life. Flirting and touching you so casually. Sneering at him as he chugs on the carton of milk, using the back of his hand to wipe the excess liquid on his chin.

“Did you cook anything? I’m fuckin’ starving.”

“Yeah. There are pancakes on the counter.”

He mumbles a small thanks before scarfing down the remainder of the pancakes, filling his cheeks up with food until they’re all round, not even bothering to use utensils. You continue watching him, face filled with disgust at his lack of manners.

Deciding it was time to leave, it was your turn to look for Yuuji, only to find him on the couch browsing through the Netflix selections, a bored look on his face as several films fail to catch his eye. You sit beside him, the couch cushion sinking slightly with your weight.

“Are you alright Yuuji? What do you wanna watch?”

“Can you help me pick?” Handing the remote to you as he pleads with his eyes.

“Of course I can! Have you ever watched a Studio Ghibli movie?” He shakes his head. You decide to let him watch Ponyo, seeing that it was well-suited for his age. Exhaling, you lean back into the couch. Your peace is quickly shattered by Yuuji’s older brother as he places his chin on top of your shoulder, his cheek against yours.

“What’re you guys doin’ hm?”

His breath ghosts over your cheeks, the smell of his minty breath permeates your nose. Feeling your cheeks warm, you move away from him but his arms are around your shoulders in an instant, constricting your movement as if he was the hunter and you were the prey.

You make futile attempts of pushing his face with your palm, but to no avail, he makes an effort to lessen the nonexistent distance between you, irking you even further. Kissing your teeth, you turn to face him, prepared to lecture him on personal space.

You’re startled by the feeling of his lips brush against yours. His soft, pillowy lips grazing yours as you stare deeply into his piercing, red eyes. Biting your lips you allow yourself to stare at him, from his eyes and down the slope of his nose, then back again to his pink lips,

“Big bro! You’re up! Can you help me build the lego set that mom got for me?” He bounces excitedly, eagerly waiting for his brother's response. He releases you from his grip to pat his younger brother's head, their proximity revealing just how similar they looked.

“Sorry brat, I got some stuff to do, but, you can ask this pretty girl right here to help you,” turning his head to face you as he winks. “Isn’t that right, pretty lady?” Giving his brother one last noogie, he makes his way up the stairs, only to stop halfway through.

“By the way, you haven’t given me your name yet,”

Scoffing, you turn to look at him, his chin resting on his fest as he leans against the railing. “It’s Y/n.” You pout, irritation at an all-time high.

“Cute name for a cute girl.”

“What’s your name?”

“Sukuna, but you can call me daddy.”

___

“Oh? You’re here again?” He asks brows raised as you toe off your shoes. Instead of replying, you decide to ignore him and make your way inside the house, rolling your eyes when you pass him.

Feeling your mouth dry at the proximity, you open the fridge, hoping to cool and rehydrate yourself as you feel him hover behind you, obviously examining your behind as he bit into his apple.

Turning to face him, you hiss. “Are you just going to stare at me the whole time?” Your anger level rises as he peers at you with a smug smirk plastered on his face, even having the audacity to wink at you.

“I mean if you want me to, yeah, I will. You're not a bad thing to look at either.”

“Fuck you.”

“Please do.”

Scoffing, you pour yourself a glass of water, anxiety fading, replaced with anger and irritation the longer you look at him. You feel your eyelid twitch at the sight of him. It was amazing how his presence annoyed you.

“Whatever, I’m gonna go see Yuuji.”

___

“Y/n! Can we get Mcdonalds?” He pouts, hands clasped together as he kneels before you in the living room which catches you off guard. You feel yourself cringe, unsure of how to tell him that you didn’t know how to drive.

“Please!!!”

Sighing, you gather your courage, preparing yourself for the usual blunt comment children gave. “I don’t know how to drive.” Your shoulders slumping as you see his hands fall to his sides, brows knit in confusion.

He stares at you for a second before taking your hand and lacing your fingers with his. At first, you’re confused, unsure of what his plan was until he flashed you one of his usual bright smiles, eyes crinkled shut before he spoke.

“That’s okay! I can’t drive either!”

The loud laugh that escapes your lips almost scares you, his innocence was adorable indeed. You love the innocence of children, wishing that you could somehow turn back time and have your innocence once more. But either way, you still didn’t know how to drive and your poor child was hungry.

“...We can ask my big brother to drive us.” Yuuji whispers, side-eyeing you as he was aware of your dislike towards his brother. You thought you were subtle but Yuuji knew. Yuuji knew everything, well, not everything. He doesn’t know what four plus five is.

He can see the hesitation on your face, already preparing himself to beg on his knees once more just for ten pieces of nuggets. Just as he’s about to bruise his knees, you scoop him into your arms, inhaling the scent of his shampoo as you reluctantly make your way to Sukuna’s room, already dreading the interaction.

Taking a deep breath, you knock on the door softly. A small part of you is hoping that he’s asleep and that your knock will fall deaf to his ears. You weren’t sure if you could survive a car ride with him. It weirdly felt intimate, even when you two had nothing going on.

A few seconds pass by, your knock meets with silence. Just as you’re about to turn and leave, the door swings wide open, a tall figure coming into your view. You feel your fingers twitch at the sight of him, swallowing a huge lump in your throat as your eyes rake over his figure, almost forgetting that Yuuji was still in your arms.

“Yo.” He said in a rasping tone. The mere sound of his voices’ rich timbre had your thighs squeezing, forcing yourself to suppress a desperate whimper as you suddenly forgot how to string together a coherent sentence.

He’s aware of what he’s doing to you, purposely answering the door with nothing but his boxers on, but yet again, this is how he usually slept as his body runs hotter than the usual body temperature. It was amusing, the way you kept trying to deny him when you look like you’re two seconds away from creaming your pants.

“Brat, what do you two want?” Turning to his brother instead as he concludes that you wouldn’t be able to speak to him any time soon, already fucked out at just the sight of him. It makes him wonder how much worse you’d be if he did something more.

“We wanna go to Mcdonalds but sis can’t drive!” He confesses, unaware of just how embarrassing that piece of information is. A grin spreads across Sukuna’s face, a hand on his hip as he shifts his gaze to you, your eyes are still wide and clouded with lust.

“Mhm. Why don’t you go change and I’ll talk to your sis for a sec, alright? I’ll come down when we’re both ready.” He muses. You’re pulled out of your thoughts when you feel Yuuji wiggle out of your arms, bending over to allow him to safely reach the ground. As you’re about to turn, a hand wraps itself around your wrist, halting your movements.

“Nah. You’re staring, princess. It’s not nice to stare.” He tuts, bringing a hand up to fiddle with your necklace, the rough pads of his fingers dancing across the expanse of your skin as you shiver in delight, almost mewling at his touch.

“I-I--”

“I-I-- You’re a cute little thing. I love the way you look like you’re about to cum whenever you’re near me.” He says with a laugh, head tilting to the side as his fingers wrap themselves around the base of your neck.

The sound of your oh-so-sweet whimper is music to his ears. Such a sweet girl you are. The way you peer up at him, doe eyes just begging him to take you right there. It’s amusing to see how easily you could switch your attitude.

“Look at you. You can’t even say anything to me.” Teasingly he grabs your jaw and presses a light kiss on the corner of your mouth. “Do you want me to take you right here? Make you mine? Hm? Speak up, princess.”

“Please--”

“Hey! What’s taking you guys so long?!”

Sukuna sighs, shutting his eyes in disappointment before releasing his grip on your chin, the lustful look in his eyes disappearing as he grumbles something about Yuuji being an ungrateful brat.

“C’mon. Get downstairs. I’ll be down in five minutes unless you wanna help me change?” He smirks, quirking a brow at you. Finally coming back to your senses, you turn your back and run down the stairs, almost losing your footing a couple of times and flying down the stairs.

“Where’s big bro?”

“He’s changing.”

“Mhm. Okay.”

___

“So…” Sukuna starts, one hand on the wheel as he sneaks a quick look at your pout face. You insisted on sitting beside Yuuji in the back as he was all alone but even Yuuji resisted, saying that you had to sit in the front.

“We don’t have to talk. Could you please just turn the radio on?” Huffing as you turn your head away from him, gazing at the window. He laughs a little before turning on the radio per your request. Your ears perk up as you hear a familiar tune. It was ‘Fight Song’.

“Can I change the station?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because this is my fight song. Take back my right song--”

“Please stop.” You plead, feeling yourself cringe.

“Why? You don’t like the way I sing for you princess?”

“No but also because this song is… I have horrible memories of this song and it makes me cringe so please stop.”

“But sis, I like this song too!” Yuuji chimes in. Already, you can feel your soul leaving your body. Accepting your defeat, you slump in your chair and place a hand over your eyes, hoping that you wouldn’t drive past anyone you knew, seeing as you had two children screeching the lyrics.

Lucky for you, the song swiftly ends. Sighing in relief, you straighten yourself out, no longer slouching in your seat. Your body quickly tenses at the feeling of a warm palm on your upper thigh.

Sukuna gives it an experimental squeeze as he bites his lip, side-eyeing you as he ignores your angry expression, pretending as if he wasn’t touching you at all. You can feel just how warm and rough his palms are. He was so close to where you wanted him, where you needed him, but you knew you couldn’t act on your feelings.

“What are you gonna order, princess?”

___

“You gotta stop actin’ like you don’t want me.” He scolds you one day, cornering you in the hallway. His hand was placed right beside your head as he glares down at you, red eyes burning with lust and want as he licks his lips, barely restraining himself.

“But I don’t want you.” You spit.

“Don’t play with me, brat. I can smell just how wet your pussy is. You don’t think I see you rubbing your thighs whenever I get as close as two feet? You’ve gotta be fuckin’ with me.” Laughing as he lessens the space between your faces, breath ghosting over your parted lips.

“I’m not playing with you. I don’t want you.”

“Yeah? Then why are you rubbing your thighs right now? Slut.” He noses into your neck, the feeling of his hot breath causing you to shiver in delight.

“‘M not.” Denying as you turn away from him, embarrassed that he was so right.

Sukuna kisses his teeth, pulling away from your neck to fully face you know. His lips are nothing but a hair away, a smile on his face as your eyes flutter shut, finally accepting defeat, finally giving into him.

“Say please.” He whispers.

Your eyes snap open.

“Fuck off--”

He slams his other hand on the other side of your head, a mischievous smirk spread across his lips as his eyes bore into you. Licking his dry lips, he leans closer, bottom lip touching yours as he speaks.

“Say. Please. Last time I’m gonna tell you.”

“P-Please…”

“Good girl.” Inhaling deeply as he slots his lips against yours, tasting the sweetness of the strawberries you had just eaten along with your natural taste, just as sweet and addicting as he imagined.

His tongue flicks against your bottom lip, insisting you part your lips and let him in. Let him explore and taste all of you. Let him take care of you and make you his little toy. You’d love it so much. Behave so well for him.

You’re the perfect little toy for him.

A hand snakes its way up to your shirt and cups your bra-covered breast, squeezing the mound gently as he finally slips his tongue into your awaiting mouth, moaning at the raw taste of you, licking at the seams of your lips.

Sukuna pulls away, leaving a gossamer string of spittle to connect you two. He admires your heavy-lidded eyes and your kiss-bitten lips. You looked as if you belonged at a museum, for all the world to see, but your expressions were for him and him only.

“So cute.’

___

“Are you actually staying for the whole week?” Yuuji jumps in your arms, his eyes with their usual sparkle. You feel your heart pound in your chest. The reality of having to spend a whole week under the same roof as Sukuna, his name which he refused to tell you until after two weeks of knowing him.

“Of course I am buddy! I’ll be hanging out with you the whole time!”

“Can we hang out with big bro too?” He pleads, clasping his hands together as he cutely pouts at you. How could you resist when he was this cute? Unable to resist the smile that stretches across your face, you pinch his cheeks and nod.

Your head turns in the direction of approaching footsteps making their way down the stairs. You can feel the pits of your belly stirring, causing your thighs to clench. The smell of his cologne fills your senses.

“Oh? Is that right? You wanna hang out with little ol’ me?” He smirks, trailing a hand up your thigh as he walks past you and into the living room, Yuuji jumping out of your arms to follow his brother.

They’re both sitting on the couch, Yuuji tightly pressing himself into his brother's side while Sukuna's side-eyes him, but still allows him. You were aware of Sukuna’s lack of presence in Yuuji’s life, opting to spend time with his friends rather than his younger brother.

While you understood, you still felt that Sukuna cared for Yuuji, but subtly. It was the small details, little details that made you not dislike him completely. You smile softly, thinking back to last week when Sukuna had helped you place Yuuji in his bed after you both had fallen asleep on the couch. He even offered to let you sleep in his bed, with him of course, an offer you quickly denied seeing his hungry gaze.

Your mind also reminds you of the incident in the hallway. Letting him taste you and feel you in such inappropriate places. You knew it was wrong but it felt so right, especially when it was with him.

You’re snapped out of your daydream when a pillow ungracefully smacks you in the face, shocking you. “Are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna get in here and cuddle with us?” Raising his brows as he opens up his arms.

Unable to reject the pair, you grumpily make your way towards them, Sukuna pulling you beside him and splaying your legs across his thick, muscular thighs, Yuuji moving to the other as he whines about the lack of space.

Sukuna throws a blanket over both your legs, placing his hand on top of your thighs, rubbing small circles against the skin. He refuses to meet your eyes, his eyes trained on the screen. Grabbing his wrist, you attempt to distance his hand but he tangles his fingers with yours instead, taking hold of you.

He glances at you, smirking at your incredulous expression. Your cute face never failed to have his cock stirring in his pants. Bringing your entwined hands to his face, he presses a lingering kiss against your palm, never breaking eye contact with you.

Dropping your hand back on your lap, he places his hand on your thigh once more, higher this time around. His fingertips are itching to feel your cute pussy, to feel your pussy clench around his fingers while you pathetically whine for him to give you more, to fuck you faster with his fingers. He shivers at the image of you, splayed out on the couch, being a good girl for him.

The tension in the room could be cut with a knife. You have the urge to lean in, to spread your legs for him and tell him to take you, to sink his cock and fingers in your tiny pussy and take full advantage of you, even if you were a virgin.

Yuuji wordlessly makes his way up to the bathroom, a trip that always took ten minutes at least. Sukuna takes advantage of the opening, quickly turning, slotting his lips against yours. You fail to quell a whine, the soft feeling of his plush lips against yours overwhelming. After weeks of heated stares and flirting you’re finally getting what you desire.

He sneaks a lick against the seam of your lips, asking, begging you to let him in. To let his tongue slide against yours, to let him swallow all your cute whimpers and sounds. You timidly part your lips, allowing him to push his tongue inside. He coaxes you to come out, to feel him.

You tangle your fingers in his pink locks, finding the need to keep yourself grounded. “Fuck.” He huskily mumbles against your lips, grinding his fully-hardened cock against your twitching cunt. The fabric of his jeans adds to the pleasure, the rough material catching on your clit whenever he presses himself against you.

“Please.” You mumble against his spit-slicked lips, causing him to pull away and look at you, to see what he’s been yearning for all these weeks. Your eyes are heavy and your lips are bruised, your legs are wrapped around his waist, trying to pull him even closer to you.

“You’re so fucking pretty.” He breathes, shocking you. Before you can speak, pushing himself against you once more, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. He slips his right hand with yours and holds it while his free hand makes its way up to your chest and ceases at your throat. His fingers gently wrap around your throat, giving it an experimental squeeze that has you gasping and bucking your hips.

“I just wanna take you right here, princess. You’re gonna be such a good girl for me. You’re gonna take daddy’s cock so well.” He mumbles, grinding himself against your pussy. You can feel your juices trickling out of you, slicking your lips and panties.

Footsteps hastily make their way down the stairs, causing Sukuna to quickly separate himself away from you, returning to his previous position as you silently plead him to help you off your back. Your whole body felt as if it were jelly.

“What happened in the movie?” He asks, staring at you two expectantly. Lucky for you, you had memorized the movie's events due to the countless times you watched it.

“Oh! Yubaba took away Chihiro’s name so now her name is Sen.” Smiling as you silently beg him to turn his head back to the screen. Sukuna clears his throat, shifting in his seat as you see him adjust his cock in his pants, tucking it beneath the band of his sweatpants which allows you to catch a glimpse of its red, leaking tip.

He suddenly turns to you, a smirk on his handsome face. “What? You wanna taste it?” He taunts you, spreading his legs further apart, hoping to entice you. You shake your head furiously, refusing to do any sort of lewd acts with Yuuji in the room.

“You sure you don’t wanna have a taste? How ‘bout you give it a little kiss, hm?” Sukuna continues to tease you before quickly covering himself once more, chuckling at your exasperated expression. He loves your reactions, especially when he's the one that causes them.

“I’m kidding. But, we’re not done.” Sukuna’s eye drops into a wink, somehow flustering you even further. His eyes return to the screen, acting as if the last ten minutes hadn’t happened at all, which left you to your thoughts. Your anxiety-inducing thoughts.

The fear of catching feelings for him sat at the back of your head, causing your hands to become frigid as well as your chest to tighten, making it difficult for you to breathe. You push your anxieties and doubts deeper into the back of your head, knowing that deep inside, you wanted this no matter the consequences.

___

“Goodnight Yuuji.” Pressing a kiss to his head as you stand, brushing his hair out of his face with your fingers before making your way to the door. HIs lamp illuminates the room and prevents you from tripping and kissing the floor. Slowly, you shut the door as gently as you could in hopes of not disturbing his sleep.

Before you could sigh in relief, you were suddenly being pulled into someone's chest. Your cheek rests right against his pec while his hands take their place on your hips, teasingly squeezing the flesh which coaxes a little whimper out of you.

“The brat in bed?” Sukuna whispers huskily, the rich timbre of his voice sends shivers down your spine, your back arching. He traces a small circle on the exposed skin of your hips, the sheer gentleness of his ministrations almost takes you by surprise.

“Yeah…” You breathe, feeling yourself melt into his chest as he touches you, your fingers twisting in the material of his shirt as you feel your cunt become slick. Juices soaking your panties a second time today.

Sukuna has to suppress a growl at your response. Your voice is so soft and so meek, it makes him want to ruin you, even more, to pull whimpers and delicious-sounding moans right out of you as he sinks his cock in your sopping pussy.

He opts to press a kiss on your forehead, flattening his large hand against the small of your back. Sukuna gently pushes you in the direction of his room, his fingers drumming against your skin. Sukuna can feel the excitement coursing through his veins, the sheer thought of finally having you had his cock stirring.

“I’m supposed to sleep in the guest bedroom though…” You mention. Sukuna kisses his teeth before speaking.

“It’s not a problem unless you have a problem with it?” He pouts mockingly. “I mean, you can go to your room and be the perfect little girl and go to bed. Or, you can come into my room and be as much of a bad girl as you’d like.” He leans in closer, breath against your ear.

“And I’ll make it worth it. I’ll make it so fucking worth it, angel.”

You’re nodding before you can fully process the question and suddenly you’re being hauled over his shoulder, slapping a hand over your mouth to muffle a surprised yelp. Sukuna makes his way to his room, his large palm coming down your ass cheek.

You can feel your blood rushing to your head, wincing at the uncomfortable feeling. Sukuna gently sets you down on his bed before making his way to properly lock the door, lessening the chances of you being disturbed. Your eyes scan over his room.

The walls were red and littered with posters, mainly cars. But one poster caught your attention. Stifling your giggles, you spoke. “Is that a Twice poster?”

He freezes, eyes almost bugging out of his head as he stares at the said poster, his cheeks heating up. Deciding to ignore your question, he kisses his teeth and walks towards you. He places his arms on the bed, palms pushing your legs apart to make space for him.

“Shut up,” Sukuna growls, licking a stripe up your inner thigh, his eyes hungrily boring into yours. You can feel just how wet you are, your panties soaked. Biting your lip as you card your fingers through his soft, pink hair. A familiar feeling is boiling in the pit of your stomach, your fingertips twitching on his scalp.

You suppress the urge to rid yourself of your clothes and spread yourself out for him, leave him in charge of your pleasure and wellbeing, your desperateness pushing you closer to the edge.

Sukuna slips his fingers between the band of your pants, the warmth he radiated had you keening, already missing the feeling of his hands on your skin. You can feel yourself almost fading, the only thing you’re able to hear is your blood rushing and your heart beating, everything seemed as if it were a blur when you were with Sukuna.

He tugs at the band of your pants, sliding them down the expanse of your legs. He licks his lips at the sight of your untouched pussy, the little crease of your panties showcasing the shape of your folds.

“I can smell just how wet you are, angel.” He chuckles, eyes dark with lust, zeroing on your cute little cunt. Bashfully, you place your forearm on your eyes, unable to maintain eye contact with Sukuna when he looks at you so hungrily.

“P-Please don’t be so lewd…” You plead, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes. You’re so desperate. So desperate to feel him. To have him sink his fingers in your pussy with his tongue flicking against your button. The sting of his palm hitting your thigh causes you to yelp suddenly, flesh stinging with pain.

“Oh? What’s wrong? I thought you were a tough little thing, givin’ me the stink eye and your shit attitude. But you’re just a pliant little bitch, aren’t ya’? Cute little slut you are.” He coos at you mockingly, tugging your panties down your legs before diving between your thighs.

“S’kuna!” Garbling a moan as you arch your back, attempting to pull his mouth away from your clit. Chills continue to crawl up your spine, stemming from your clit being roughly assaulted by Sukuna’s tongue.

He groans against your clit, sending vibrations up your spine. Pleasure overtakes you, your back arching into him. Your body continues to act on its own, mind too foggy to realize your actions. You’re brought back to reality by the singing feeling of your mound.

Sukuna’s palm is placed flat on your mons, sliding it up the expanse of your skin to take its place on your tummy. His warm hand was rough against your skin, the pads of his fingers almost painfully digging into your skin as he visibly loses himself in you, in your pussy.

His loud slurps and licks resonate through the room, your moans accompanying his lewd sounds as he continues his ministrations, passionately sucking on your pussy lips, sinking his long, pink tongue between your soaked walls.

“You taste so fucking good.” Growling as he shakes his head from side to side, stimulating your clit even quicker. Ecstasy builds in the pit of your stomach, ready to blow and release itself into your veins, fill your body with white, hot pleasure.

The coil in your stomach tightens once more before you’re wrapping your thighs around Sukuna’s sturdy neck and grinding your cunt against his tongue, the muscle laid out and flat for you to use. You’re horrified when you realize that this orgasm is quite different from your usual ones.

Your juices are squirting into Sukuna’s mouth, wetting his chin and as well as his cheeks as he stares you down, eyes glazed with lust as he licks his lips, looking at you as if you were a meal for him to devour.

He takes a tentative lick at your twitching clit, the sharp pleasure causing your hips to slide up. But, Sukuna ignores your body's pleading, opting to tongue you into oversensitivity. Tears are sliding down the apples of your cheeks. The pathetic sight of you had him groaning once more.

You’re just too cute.

“Mm? No more? You don’t want anymore?” He bats his lashes at you, pressing one last kiss to the puffy lips of your pussy before crawling over your body, so close that your chest would touch his whenever you took a breath.

Shaking your head, you mumble out a small ‘No’, already feeling your eyes droop from the mental and physical exhaustion of having to deal with Sukuna. He smiles a little, ignoring the fact that you have adjusted blue-balled him. Pressing a kiss to your forehead before wiping down your thighs, he tucks you in and snuggles right beside you, enjoying the feeling of you in his arms as he drifted off to sleep.

___

Sukuna wakes up to the sound of your soft snores, his arm wrapped tightly around your waist. His heart beats a little harder at the sight of you wearing his oversized shirt, your cheek tightly pressed against his chest while your hand is placed flat against his chest.

He feels his cheeks warm at the soft sight of you, loving the way you clung to him as if he were your significant other. He shakes his head at the thought, baffled at his thought. He never let himself commit before, why would he do it now? Why you?

“Mm.” Your eyebrows furrow as the sunlight hits your face. He curses under his breath for forgetting to shut the curtains before getting in bed with you last night. But, he can’t help but pat himself on the back as you snuggle even further into his chest, hoping to shield yourself from the tiresome sun.

“Sukuna…”

“Ah, shit.” He curses, feeling his cocks stir in his boxers, your hot thigh pressing against him, balls tightening at the thought of stuffing you, pumping your creamy little pussy with his cum. Sliding his hand between your bodies, he reaches inside and squeezes his cock, feeling it pulsate in his palm.

Sukuna lifts his head to peek at his cock as well as your thighs before leaning his head back on the pillow. Deciding to ignore his inner thoughts, he grabs the flesh of your thigh and lifts it to make space for his length, placing it right between your soft thighs.

“Fuck.” His brows are knitted as he blindly searches for the lube in his nightstand, eyes trained on your face, making sure you were still asleep. He hastily makes work of the bottle, popping the lid open and squirting it on your thighs and as well as himself.

Sukuna groans at the feeling of your plush thighs enveloping his cock. Experimentally, he thrusts himself between your thighs, silently praying that the lewd, wet sounds of your thighs wouldn’t wake you up. His eyes land on your face, still peaceful and asleep while he defiles you in your sleep.

How could he not? You’re such a tempting little thing, teasing him while being unafraid of returning is flirtatious remarks. It made him want you, even more, he craved you. Initially, he had planned to take your innocence and leave but as he spent more time with you, he realized that he wanted to break you. Break you until you are no more. Break you until you would crawl back to him and beg him to fix you.

“W-What?” He flinches before continuing his actions, pumping his cock even faster between your thighs as you continue to blink the sleep from your eyes. Your eyes are blurry and tired, barely able to focus on your surroundings. You’re suddenly aware of the squelching sound resonating between your thighs.

You glance down, eyes met with the sight of Sukuna fucking your plush thighs, barely grazing your clit as he stables himself by placing his hand on your hip and wrapping his leg with yours, preventing you from ruining the perfect position he had himself in.

“Oh? Finally awake are you?” He kisses his teeth, brows furrowed in concentration as he feels himself come closer to the edge, balls twitching in a signal that he’s close to blowing his load.

You should be upset, you really should. But, the stirring feeling in the pit of your stomach is back. Telling you to give Sukuna everything. To give him your virtue, your innocence. The overwhelming heat of his cock has your mind hazy, leaving you unable to think rationally.

“Please...Make me cum too,” Pouting as you took hold of his hand, sneaking it under your shirt, allowing him to palm your naked breasts. His brows shoot up in surprise, your desperate tone and pathetic pout catching him off guard. He half expected you to push him away in disgust and call his mom, yet here you were, letting him use you as his fucktoy.

“Beg me, then.”

___

“Big sis! When is mommy coming home?” Yuuji pouts, tugging on the fabric of your shirt. Turning to face him, you hold the spoon of fried rice in front of your mouth before cooling it down with small breaths and letting Yuuji taste it, earning you a very enthusiastic thumbs up.

“She’s coming home in four days bud! Hang in there, buddy!” Attempting to cheer him up with a pat on the head. He nods quickly before scrambling away to play in his room. Not long after, a chest presses itself against your back.

Sukuna deeply breathes in your scent, consisting of flowers as well as your natural smell. He loves the feeling of you pressed against him, so sweet and small compared to him. Sukuna presses a wet kiss against your neck, causing you to shiver slightly.

“You smell so good.” He breathes.

“Not here…” You whimper, placing your hands on his wrists in an attempt to get him off of you. The past week consisted of sneaky touches and sexual tension, a couple of occurrences of Sukuna trailing his fingers up your thighs during dinner.

Also, you’ve not had the opportunity to sleep in your designated room due to his persistence. He never failed to make you cum before bed, his mouth always attached to your little clit while he palms your tits, occasionally flicking and pinching at the buds.

“Where then?” Licking a fat strip of your neck his hands slowly make their way up to your body, one hand stopping to grope your breast and the other wrapping itself around your throat, experimentally squeezing causing you to inhale sharply, his actions catching you off guard.

“Nowhere--We can’t! Not now!”

“Are you sure--”

“She told you to fuck off, Sukuna. Leave the girl alone.” Another voice interrupts, causing both you and Sukuna to stiffen, both your necks craning to peek at the unknown man, but Sukuna’s eyes flashed with recognition, then annoyance.

“Fuck are you doin’ here?” He snarls, placing you beside him and wrapping an arm around your shoulders, almost as if he were trying to shield you from the mystery man. The man had twin-tails and deep eyebags, but he was quite attractive. Tall and built, even when he was dressed in overly large clothes that hung off his figure.

He had a bored expression on his face and a banana in his left hand. “What do you mean? I live here too y’know.” He drawls, his expression never changing as his eyes bore into you, forcing you to hide behind Sukuna, feeling as if he was trying to read you.

“Yeah, but you said you weren’t gonna be home for break. Should’ve just stayed somewhere else.” Clicking his tongue in displeasure. Your spine tingles at the feeling of Sukuna’s fingers tracing small shapes into your back, visibly shivering under the gaze of the unnamed man.

“Watch your fucking mouth, Sukuna. I’m still the eldest around here.” He growls, taking a threatening step towards his brother before placing a hand on his head and ruffling his hair, Sukuna making futile attempts to swat away his brother which causes him to loosen his hold on you, allowing you to untangle yourself and attempt to slip out.

“Uh uh. Where are you going, miss? You need to leave right now. I’m sorry but hookups need to leave in the morning.”

“...I’m actually Yuuji’s babysitter.”

“Oh, shit? Dude, you’re fucking the babysitter?” He loudly interrogates, catching the attention of a certain little boy. Sukuna opts to stay silent, now finding the refrigerator magnets much more interesting than the conversation that was currently unfolding

“Choso! You’re home! I thought you weren’t gonna come home!” Yuuji comes tumbling into the kitchen, almost slipping and ramming himself into one of the drawers but he is swiftly scooped into Choso’s muscled arms.

“Man, I can’t even surprise you guys anymore, can I?” Choso laughs, blowing strawberries against Yuuji’s skin as he keeps his eyes on you. He wasn’t about to let you two off the hook.

These brothers would be the death of you.

___

“You guys haven’t let Yuuji catch you guys or anything, right?” He stares pointedly at you both, hands neatly folded in his lap. You were all currently having what seemed like a meeting, excluding Yuuji of course.

You sat beside Sukuna who had his arms behind his head, lax and uncaring of his brother while you were shaking like a leaf, your fingertips borderline freezing and your heart beating erratically.

Choso’s eyes continue to bore in you as if he were prying into your inner thoughts and feelings. You pray and hope that you weren’t as transparent as you thought you were. Nevertheless, Choso would get all the answers to his questions, one way or another.

“No! Of course not!”

“Mm, good. Stop being so handsy with each other. It’s fucking gross and I don’t want you guys exposing Yuuji to that shit. Sukuna, you were supposed to help and support her, not make her your little fucktoy. And you, little girl. You were supposed to care for my brother and feed him. That was all you two had to do.”

You hang your head in shame while Sukuna points his nose to the side, rolling his eyes disrespectfully as he ignores his brother's words. You fiddle with the zipper of your sweater, ashamed under Choso’s scrutinizing gaze.

“But it’s whatever really. Just don’t do that shit here. You guys aren’t dating I’m assuming?”

You shook your head, cheeks heating up at the imagery of Sukuna taking you out on a date. Sharing sweet kisses underneath a tree. Wiping his stained lips with your thumb and kissing him right after. Sukuna remains silent.

“Alright. Angel, could you go watch Yuuji for a bit? I need to talk to my little brother here. I’ll be out in a sec yeah?” Choso smiles at you as you quickly get on your feet, making your way to the living room where Yuuji was currently watching ‘From Up on Poppy Hill’.

“What are you doin’ with her?” Choso raises a brow. Turning to finally face Sukuna who continues to give him the silent treatment, causing him to sigh heavily before scratching the top of his head.

“If you’re just gonna play with her feelings and break her, I would just leave her alone. She’s a nice girl and she doesn’t deserve that, Sukuna. You know that.”

“How do you know I’m not serious about her?” Sukuna retorts, making eye contact with CHoso as they both glare at each other.

“Dude, you’re never serious. I know you. I’m your brother. Frankly, I’m not sure how you turned out this way but it has to stop. You’re ruining your chances of finding love.”

“What if I don’t wanna be in love?” He seethes, fists now clenched at the thought of sharing himself emotionally, leaving himself vulnerable and open all for them to see, for them to judge. It’s different. If he were to open up and get rejected, you wouldn’t be rejecting his fuckboy persona, you’d be rejecting him, his true self and his whole heart.

“I don’t know man, you seem to be getting there. I can tell by the way you look at her.”

___

“Baby. Baby get up. Pick up your phone. Someone’s calling you.” Sukuna mumbles into your shoulder, tiredly patting your bum that's currently pressed against his morning wood. His eyes are squinting as the sun’s rays seep into the room through the window.

Blindly searching for your phone before you somehow find it, swiping right to answer the call, pressing the speaker button with your eyes still unopened, feeling Sukuna grope your naked breast from under your shirt, tweaking your nipples as you mumble a groggy ‘Hello’.

“Bunny, how have you been? I miss you. When are you gonna come over pretty girl?”

Sukuna raises a brow, irritation boiling inside of him as he imagined you with anyone else. Raising his head to peek at the caller, his eyes widen at the contact name. Gojo Satoru. How were you acquainted with a bastard like him?

“‘M sorry, I just woke up. But sure, I can meet up today. I can probably ask Choso to watch Yuuji for a few hours.” You mumble into the pillow until your breath is caught in your throat, feeling Sukuna roughly twist your nipple.

“Oh? Poor baby. You sound so tired. Did you sleep late again?”

“Mhm--Ah, I did! Fuck…” Attempting to muffle your moans. His fingers were on your clit now, the thin fabric of your panties unable to protect you from Sukuna’s wrath. His fingers are roughly petting your clit as he sucks bruises into your neck.

“Oh? What are you doing, pretty girl? Being so naughty in the morning. Are you touching yourself?” Satoru dares to ask, the smugness in his voice apparent. Sukuna can feel the anger inside him boil even harder, slipping his fingers into your panties and mercilessly plunging them into your soaking cunt.

“N-No...I’m not!” You force out, thighs spreading wider for Sukuna as you pop the fingers of his free hand in your mouth, your throat suddenly feeling empty.

“Oh, baby. I knew you missed me. Fuck, you were such a good girl for me, sending me the prettiest pictures of your cute pussy. Naughty little thing. Fuck I’m so hard already.” Satoru moans before continuing. “You’re still a virgin right? Are you planning on giving me your virginity anytime soon?”

Sukuna feels himself snap as you squirt all over his thick fingers, eye twitching as Gojo continues to praise you as if he was the one who made you cum, made you squirt on his fingers. He wasn’t the one who made you cum every night before you slept, not the one who you brushed your teeth with, not the person you made breakfast for. Gojo had no place in your heart.

“Sorry, she’ll be giving that to me.” He growls before ending the call, tossing your phone on his desk before hungrily sucking his juice-covered fingers into his mouth, thoroughly sucking your essence off his fingers before kissing you full on the mouth, allowing you to taste yourself.

It feels lewd, tasting yourself on someone else’s tongue.

“Take your panties off. Right now. I wanna see your pussy nice and spread out for me because I’m gonna fuck you. You’re gonna feel my cock--” Pressing his palm on your lower stomach, “Here.”

“W-Wait--No, it’s my first time you can’t!” You plead, legs instinctively but he stood in the way, hips tightly pressed against yours, Sukuna’s already lowering his boxers, revealing the drooly, pink tip of his cock.

“Just the tip then? Lemme put the tip in,” He whispers, stroking his cock as he lifts your shirt, exposing your pebbled nipples to his fiending eyes. He can see your hesitation swirling in your eyes.

“I promise baby, it’s just the tip. It’s not even that deep. I just wanna feel your pussy. Baby, please.” He begs, leaving kisses against your cheek as he grinds the head of his cock against your slippery lips, groaning at your warmth.

“Come on baby. Just let me. “M not gonna do anything unless you agree.” He breathes.

“J-Just the tip.” You stutter, hands reaching down to spread your cunt for him. He groans at the lewd sight, biting his lip before slapping his length against your mons and placing the tip at your entrance.

“Fuck.” He groans his pink hair covering his eyes, hiding his pleasured expression from you. Sukuna languidly slides his cock inside you, inserting the first two inches and being the last six. He lets out a garbled moan at the feeling of your pussy squeezing the tip.

“I-It feels s’good,” You whimper, your hands coming up to grip his biceps as you resist the urge to wrap your legs around his hips and pull him even closer, make him fill your pussy up with his cock and then his cum, let him paint your insides white.

“Yeah? Feels good? It would feel better with everything inside. Fuck, you’d look so pretty taking my whole cock, begging and crying for me to pull out because your cunts too tight. But, I know, deep inside you want me to make it hurt. You’re a dirty girl. You know what you want.” He presses a kiss to your lips before continuing.

“Almost had me fooled, made me think you were an innocent little thing but you’re just a desperate virgin, aren’t you? Even sending people pictures of your cute pussy. I’m surprised that you haven’t forced my cock inside you yet. Yeah. I can feel your pussy twitching. Just say the fuckin’ word, pretty girl.” He coos, shallowly thrusting into you.

“N-No I’m not…”

“Yeah? You’re telling me that you didn’t show Gojo Satoru your cute pussy?” He growls, biting your nipple teasingly.

You moan in response, back arching at the pleasure you’re feeling, your slick sliding down your pussy and onto the bed sheets. You’re surprised that Choso hasn’t told you both to shut up, seeing as it was seven in the morning, but then again, he and Yuuji had stayed up playing games last night.

“Can’t answer? Fuckin’ slut. I should punish you. Sink my cock in this pussy and cream you. Make you walk around Tokyo with Gojo Satoru while your pussy’s stuffed with my cum. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Unable to resist him anymore, you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him even closer to you. Tears are steadily sliding down your cheeks, blurring your vision as you reach out to him, wanting to wrap your arms around his neck as you wailed.

“P-Please. Please...fuck my pussy. Give me everything. ‘Want it all. ‘Want S’kuna’s cock. Want daddy to use me!” You mindlessly mumble into his shoulder, desperately moving your hips against him in an attempt to persuade him, yet he stays silent, your laboured breathing the only sound in the room, aside from your pleads and cries.

“Fuckin’ hell. You’re somethin’ else.” He laughs before bottoming out. Sukuna presses one last kiss to your lips before slamming his cock inside your cunt, swiftly taking your virginity. He swallows your screams and whimpers, wrapping his hand around your throat in an attempt to comfort you.

Sukuna whispers sweet nothings against your lips, promising that you’d feel better soon. That you’d love it. And that he wasn’t going to stop until you’ve soaked his cock and bed, promising to satisfy your every need.

“Sukuna. Daddy. Fuck. T-Too much,” You wail, clinging onto his shoulders as you adjust to the size, blinking away your tears as he continues to pepper kisses against your face, rubbing circles against the expanse of your neck.

“You’ll feel even better soon, princess. Don’t worry, I got you.”

You sigh in pleasure, finally feeling the pain ebb away as your tense muscles relax, easing into his hold as you’re suddenly made aware of his balls currently pressed against your perineum.

“Please move…” You whisper, avoiding his surprised gaze. But he adheres to your plea, wanting to fulfill the myriad of promises he had made to you. Sukuna is a man of his word. Well, at least when it came to you.

He grunts as he bottoms out once more, gently sliding in his cock until his cockhead is snugly pressed against your cervix. You could feel your cunt around the wide base of his cock, whimpering at the sheer weight and heat his cock had.

Sukuna sits back up, pressing your thighs into your chest before placing his weight on you, proceeding to slam his cock inside your pussy. Mercilessly battering your sensitive cervix while you laid still and took it, loving the mixture of both pain and pleasure.

“Shit baby, ease up. You’re gonna make me cum.” He breathes, his brows are furrowed and sweat is gathering on his brow, an exasperated expression on his face as he struggled to hold his cum in, wanting to make the most out of your first experience.

Sukuna clicks his tongue, knowing that you wouldn’t ease up at all, even feeling your pussy tighten. He slips a hand between you both,  rolling your clit between the pads of his fingers, causing you to squeal in delight.

“Like that?”

Nodding eagerly, you agree, unable to form a coherent sentence while your mind was a jumbled, foggy mess. You shiver at the familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach, a strong, cold pull spreading throughout your body.

“‘M close,” You whine, shutting your eyes.

“Yeah? Love my cock so much, being such a good fuckin’ girl for me. ‘Wanna cream you right here, make you my little bitch.” Sukuna growls, harshly pinching your sore nipple once more before grabbing your chin and propping your mouth open, your tongue lolling out of your mouth.

He places his thumb on your tongue, stroking your cheek with an almost lovesick expression on his face before he starts to gather spit in his mouth, slapping your cheek with one hand before directly spitting on the pink of your tongue, even allowing his excess spit to drool steadily in your mouth, finishing his lewd act with a spit-filled kiss, a mix of spittle spilling out the sides of your mouths.

“P-Please. Cum inside me. Fill me up. ‘Want it. ‘Want it so bad.” You continue to beg pathetically, your nails leaving crescent shapes in his back as you felt your abdomen tighten, your orgasm so close you could taste the euphoria.

“Shit. Shit. Fuckin’ cum for me then. Let it go. Come to me, princess. You have my permission.” He huskily whispers.

That’s all it took for you to finally let go. Your thighs are shaking rapidly around his hips, squeezing him tightly in the process as you struggle to catch your breath. Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head, mouth slack with spittle dribbling out the sides.

“Nice and loud for me, pretty girl. There you go. I like you so much.” He coos before tensing up, hunching over your figure, His brows are furrowed and his eyes are shut tightly, his jaw clenched as he paints your insides white, thick streams of cum jetting out of his cockhead and on your bruised cervix.

You’re both panting, bodies a tangled, sweaty mess when you both regain your breaths. Feeling his eyes on you, you tilt your head to the side, as if to ask him why. But, he laughs before rolling the both of you over, leaving you on his chest while still being connected to him, his cum steadily running down your thighs.

“So, are you still gonna see him?” He asks voice light, hoping you hadn’t caught his slip up.

“I-”

“Hey. You guys are cute ‘nd all, but you need to get up. Yuuji’s lookin’ for you both. Even wanted to come and wake you guys up but obviously, you guys were busy.” He exhales, rubbing his temples before shutting the door, leaving you hot and embarrassed.

“Let’s go?”

___

“I can’t believe you actually came! I missed you so much, bunny.” Gojo spreads his arms, welcoming you in an embrace. You awkwardly make your way towards him, allowing him to wrap his arms around your shoulder, even having the audacity to press a kiss against your head.

Deciding that you weren’t about to have it, you push at his chest, wanting to sit at the booth he had gotten for you both. It was a simple cafe, only a ten-minute drive away from your place, well, Sukuna’s place.

Sitting in the booth, you place your bag beside you, folding your arms on the table before getting straight to the point. “Why did you ask me to come here?” You utter, feeling quite uncomfortable under his piercing gaze. The same blue eyes that caught your attention the day you had met Gojo.

You still remember that day, your junior year in high school where Gojo Satoru had asked you out on a date, even coming by your classroom with a bouquet of blue roses that matched his eyes, shamelessly proclaiming his ‘love’ for you. Something he had done to gain the attention of your classmates.

Your relationship was a dream, too good to be true. Weekly dates were a thing and he never failed to show up with a present, so you had started doing the same, getting him little trinkets that you thought that he’d enjoy. You loved him but your mom hadn’t, openly expressing her dislike towards him whenever he visited you or picked you up for a date.

But like all dreams, your relationship with Gojo Satoru has come to an end. You still remembered his eyes, a lovely shade of blue they were. But, on that day, they were different, lacking the lustre they usually had.

You still remember the way his eyes gradually lost their sparkle, the longer your relationship progressed, the more uninterested he got. His texts got shorter and so did his verbal replies, only allowing you to hear his voice a few times a week as he started to avoid you during school as well.

Your friend reassured you, telling you that it was normal for a relationship to have its rough patches. And it wasn’t as if you had to stay by his side. It made you feel clingy, wanting his attention almost the same way his fangirls did. It made you feel like you weren’t a priority.

You remember crying to your mom, asking her why. Why wouldn’t he tell you what he was feeling? Why didn’t he want to speak to you anymore? Why did he avoid you? Why won’t he come to see you anymore? Had you done something wrong? What did you do to upset him? Why couldn’t you do anything right? Why did you drive everyone away?

Your mom tried her best to answer your questions, but both of you knew that the only person who could answer them was the man himself. It got to the point where you answered those questions yourself, presenting your insecurities as reasons why Gojo fell out of love with you.

Had he loved you in the first place if he admitted defeat so quickly?

The heartache you felt was nothing like you had felt before. You blamed yourself for things that you didn’t have control over, things that nobody could control. It left you empty and tired, a soulless husk of who you used to be. That moment then was when you understood why people said to give the same effort. You gave yourself to him, leaving nothing for yourself.

It hurt to see him brush you off, to even refuse to speak about your relationship, to fix what you had, but did you have anything in the first place? Were you just naive? Blind to his hidden motives to play with your feelings.

You remember the day you finally spoke to him, the day you had finally gained the courage to speak your mind.

___

“Hey, can we talk?” You mumble, pulling on the sleeve of his shirt. You hadn’t meant to disrupt his conversation with his friends, but this was the only opening you saw in the past week.

He rolls his eyes before telling his friends that he’d be quick, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he follows you to the back of the school, an annoyed expression on his face as he counted the seconds, wanting to get out of there as soon as possible.

“What is it?” Gojo grumbles as he blows a piece of hair out of his eyes.

“I’m sorry for taking you away from your friends, but I just wanted to talk about us. Are we okay?”

He shrugs his shoulders, turning his head to face away from you, not wanting to see the desperate expression you had on your face. It pissed him off to no end that you couldn’t take a hint. It was his fault, hitting on someone like you in the first place.

“I don’t know.”

“Do you still wanna be with me?”

“I don’t know.”

You felt your heart crumble, even when you were expecting this, even when you had mentally prepared yourself for this, but your efforts were futile. If it could, your heart would’ve been shattered right now. Your bottom lip temples lightly before you force yourself to continue, taking in a deep breath.

“Do you still love me?”

“...”

“Because I love you. Please, Satoru. Let’s work this out. I’m sure we can. Is it me? Did I make you mad? Please tell me what I did wrong so I can fix it. I want to fix us. Please.” You beg, tears streaming down the apple of your cheeks as you desperately grab his hands, placing them on your cheeks as you sob.

“Well I don’t, okay? I don’t wanna fix us. I lost interest in you for a reason. I got what I wanted and I don’t want anymore, okay? Can you understand that? I was an angel for putting up with you in the first place.” He spits before continuing, now pushing you against the wall.

“You’re too clingy. You always wanna be with me and I hate it. It was cute at first but it shows just how dependent you are, you can't do anything for yourself. Pathetic.”

“P-Please...stop.” You cry, desperately wiping the tears from your eyes as he glares at you, his height causing you to crane your neck to look up at him.

“I’m not even done yet.”

___

“Princess. Hey. Y/n?”

You snap out of your daydream, eyes landing on Gojo’s concerned face, your hand now in his larger hands, holding you so gently as if you were the same fragile girl you were back then in high school.

“Oh. Sorry. What were you saying?”

___

“You dumbass. You let her meet up with her ex alone?” Choso loudly exclaims starling Yuuji who sat in his arms.

“What am I supposed to do? Stop her?”

“No, but you should’ve made your intentions with her clear. You know you’re in love with her--”

“I am not.”

“--Yeah well there's some type of feelings there. We have to go follow her. Gojo Satoru’s a fuckin’ bastard and we gotta make sure she’s alright.” Choso hastily puts Yuuji down, instructing him to get changed and to come down right after.

“Why do you care so much anyway? It’s not your problem?” Sukuna asks, slightly feeling his cheeks heat up as he sheepishly rubs the back of his neck, avoiding his brother's smug gaze, feeling embarrassed.

“I care because you’re my brother.” He smiles softly, placing his hand on top of Sukuna’s head, his brother now allowing the action. “I’m the eldest. I live and care for my younger brothers.” He pats his head one last time before hollering for Yuuji to hurry, causing Yuuji to almost tumble down the stairs.

“Alright alright get in the car.”

“Hey, big bro, are we going after Y/n? We’re going after her right?” He speaks as he buckles himself into his car seat, slightly struggling with the belt on his chest which Sukuna helps him with as Choso starts the car.

“Yeah, we are. We just gotta make sure she’s safe.” He huffs, settling back in his seat as they back out of the driveway. Sukuna takes a deep breath, placing a hand over his heart in an attempt to calm himself down.

It was an unfamiliar feeling, the anxiety that was constricting his lungs, sitting on his chest like a rock. His stomach feels queasy and his fingertips are ice cold. What if you chose Gojo over him? It wasn’t as if Sukuna showed any romantic feelings towards you, only coaxing you to have sex with him.

He’s unsure of when the sex stopped being just sex. At times he found himself admiring you as you slept, his chest warm and a slight smile on his face. He felt his heart beat a little harder whenever you walked into a room, especially when you looked and cared for Yuuji so lovingly.

He wants that. He wants you to care for him the same way.

“Big bro...Are you gonna be like Howl and sweep big sis off her feet?” He asks innocently, unaware of the weight of his question.

“If she wants me to.”

___

“I’m sorry but I’m not getting back together with you.” You scoffed, crossing your arms across your chest. Gojo Satoru had nothing but the audacity, asking you for so much when he knew he wouldn’t reciprocate.

“Does this have anything to do with that guy this morning?” He questioned, brow raised.

You stay silent, hands no back in your lap as you avoid his gaze. The anxiety you feel is overwhelming, bile rising your throat at the sudden confrontation. It wasn’t as if you owed him an answer but why did you feel compelled to?

“You know nobody else can make you feel the way I do. I still remember the day you begged for me to stay. I know you still feel the same way.” He rests his cheek against his palm, looking at you with such a loving look in his eyes that it made you feel sick.

“It’s useless, bunny. I know you still want me, still think about me. It’s alright. I think about you too. Are you still mad about me dumping you? It was high school. Get over it. You’re not a fucking child, Y/n.” He spits, expression souring.

He makes a move to grab your arm, but you were suddenly being pulled out of your seat and into someone else’s arms. His familiar scent clouds you, calming down all the warning bells in your head that begged you to get yourself out of the situation. You allow yourself to melt even deeper into him, holding onto the arm that was currently around your waist.

“Are you good?” He asks, worries written all over his face as he examines you for any distress, but you feel nothing but peace being with him, the mere sight of Sukuna putting all your anxieties and doubts at ease.

“Mhm,”

“Sukuna, I thought I heard your voice this morning.” Gojo stands, both men towering above you as bystanders sneak glances, wondering if there was a brawl about to go down. Some looked excited while others looked as if they were debating on leaving. You side with the latter.

“Yeah? What about it?” He hissed, gently placing you behind his larger frame as he approaches Gojo, a sneer on his face as he continues to size him up.

“Didn’t know you were into sloppy seconds. Tell me, how does my dick taste?” Gojo smugly retorts. Sukuna feels himself snap, fist rearing back to put Gojo in his place but you beat him to it.

A loud ‘smack’ resounded in the tiny coffee shop, shocking the bystanders as well as the men in front of you, their jaws slack and their eyes wide. Sukuna’s shocked expression turns into a smug one, arms crossed against his chest as he watches you handle the situation perfectly.

“Fuck you, Gojo Satoru. I don’t owe you shit. Don’t ever call me again.” You seethe, grabbing Sukuna’s hand and storming out of the with Sukuna trailing quietly behind, secretly flipping off Gojo while simultaneously sticking his tongue out at him.

Sukuna quickly turns to you, stopping his tracks to prevent you from straying too far especially when Choso was still looking for a parking spot, hastily dropping him off in front of the shop to prevent anything worse from happening. He pulls you into a secluded alleyway before speaking.

“Hey, hey, you okay? You did great. You’re such a good girl for me.” He praises, cradling you close to his chest as he breathes in your scent, basking in the warmth your body radiated. He was suddenly reminded of how much he loves to have you in his arms.

“I-I’m sorry you had to come after me.”

“I came after you because I wanted to. You didn’t make me do shit, alright?” He pulls your face away from his chest to examine your pretty face, cheeks stained with tears and eyes all puffy, but you were still the same pretty girl in his eyes,

“You mean it?”

“I do.” Sukuna takes it as an opportunity to kiss you full on the lips, slotting his slightly dry lips against your perfectly pouty ones, savouring your taste on his tongue as he cradles your cheek in one hand and squeezes your neck in the other, loving the feeling of your breath getting caught in your throat.

He peppers a few last kisses on your lips before pulling away, examining your blissful expression. He can’t help but smile at you, your innocent expression causing his heart to hammer and his tummy to do somersaults.

“I like you. So fuckin’ much.” He breathes.

You smile and press a kiss to his nose. “I know. I heard this morning. I like you just as much.”

“You heard me?” He asks incredulously.

“Yeah, of course, I heard you. We were the only two people there and it was eight in the morning.” You deadpan, amusing yourself with the chains that currently hung on his neck, a grin spreading across his face as he peers down at you.

“So why’d you see that dumbass anyway?” Huffing as he kisses the corner of your mouth.

“Because I wanted to tell him that I wanted nothing to do with him anymore. Because...I only want you. Only you.” Hiding your face in his chest as you feel his shoulder shake, silently laughing at you.

“Yeah? Only me? Show me then.”

“Uh no because we’re gonna get lunch now.” Choso suddenly butts in, startling the both of you as he stands at the opening of the alleyway, Yuuji sitting in his arms before quickly wiggling out of them, running towards you two with his arms wide open.

Taking him into your arms, he presses a kiss to your cheek.

“Big sis! You’re just like Sophie now!” He giggles, patting the area he has just kissed, wiping the spit that he had left behind, causing Sukuna to poke him in the stomach, threatening him about kissing his girlfriend.

“Yeah, I guess I am.”