A Little Art Piece From My Levi X Reader

PLEASE, EAT. | LAIOS TOUDEN

synopsis ━━ after you've been bitten by a sea serpent, you know the consequences are either death or the possibility of turning into one yourself. thankfully for you, laios touden is the devourer of all things monster and he is dedicated to getting that venom out of you. (laios x f!reader.)

content warnings ━━ sex pollen-adjacent, cunnilingus + fingering, praise, breath play (kinda, if you squint), semi-public sex, multiple orgasms. nsfw (minors + ageless blogs dni).

word count ━━ 3k

song inspiration ━━ too sweet, hozier / more than friends, isabel larosa

author's note ━━ this is the first time I've ever written and posted an x reader one-shot on here, so please be gentle with me lol. I usually only write x oc fics bc I'm a yapper and I love creating characters. but alas...I was perusing the laios x reader tag and wanted to read something with this plot, couldn't find it, so I figured I'd just do it myself 🫡

🪽 part i: PLEASE, EAT. / part ii: FORBIDDEN FRUIT. 🪽

This was definitely one of the worst situations you’d been in.

You had joined Laios’ adventuring party just a few months prior. They had found you on floor 3 of the dungeon, shivering and mourning the loss of your father. His body, dead in your arms, and beside him lay the lifeless body of a ghoul you had killed. At first, the party’s leader, Laios Touden, had only been interested in taking the ghoul's body so they could use its bones for utensils after the flesh rotted off. But it was Marcille who noticed the tears in your eyes, how you trembled from the cold, and suggested they take you in. You almost declined, not wanting to leave your father’s body, but knowing he’d soon turned into a monster left you with only one option. Your father had been with you for the past twenty-five years of your life, and now, you were leaving his dead body in a dungeon to travel with a group of strangers.

You soon came to appreciate your new party, though, and you felt your father’s spirit within each of them. Marcille had his kindness, Chilchuck had a comparable wit, Senshi was gifted with excellent cooking skills, and Laios … well, you were still figuring that out. And surprisingly, it was Laios who you began to connect with the most. His knowledge of monsters was unmatched, and he had a passion for learning how to prepare them while they traveled deeper into the dungeon. He was overtly blunt, much like you, and possessed similar advanced fighting skills due to both your fathers' teachings.

Sometimes … sometimes though, you found yourself staring at him more than you should have. His face was abnormally perfect, as if he’d been carved by an artist. His tousled ash-blonde hair reminded you of a lion, and his eyes … sometimes you could’ve sworn they were made out of gold, shimmering like molten lava. Each time you thought this way, you smacked yourself when no one else was looking. I mean, Laios was your friend, your party leader. Having a crush, especially in circumstances like these, was unethical. You had always been focused on one thing: helping your party and making it out of this dungeon alive, for your father. You wouldn’t let a little crush deter you.

Everything had been all well and good until today, when you and your party reached the end of floor 4. When Laios had struggled to fight off a sea serpent, you joined him in the lukewarm water, using your crossbow to shoot the creature in the head. Finally, Laios was able to step in to slice the serpent’s head off … but not before the creature could snap its jaw, tearing one fang down your hip. You jumped back, screaming as you felt the venom seep into you instantly. Some said sea serpent venom would kill you immediately, others said it turned you into one of them, cursing you to haunt the waters with them as penance. As soon as the head was cut, Laios carried you away from the water, and the last thing you heard was Marcille cursing him out before you were rendered unconscious. 

You were woken up – hours, maybe days later – by a drop of water hitting your face every few seconds. Lifting your head from the makeshift tunic pillow, you took in your surroundings. You were at the entrance of floor 5, in a damp corner of cobblestone, while water dripped down onto the floor every so often. There was a moist bandage covering your side where the serpent’s fang had cut into you, part of your tunic ripped to shreds. Hunger boiled in your stomach, making you groan and rub your head. Laios was sitting just a few feet away, a small fire in front of him to keep warm. Marcille had to have helped him with that; there was no way to craft a fire in an area this damp.

“Am I dead?” You asked softly. 

Laios immediately turned in your direction, his mouth lifting in a smile. “Of course not.”

Your stomach did flip flops as you took in his smile, hunger consuming you. You needed something to eat – bad. Your body felt hot and sweaty, and you wondered if it was just from the humidity, even though Laios didn’t look affected. Sitting up, you informed him, “Well, that was one of two options my father said would happen from a sea serpent bite. Which means …” You lifted the bandage up, noticing the gills that started to form on the healing wound. A turquoise hue surrounded the gills, almost like a bruise. “Oh, fuck,” you muttered.

Laios stood, looming over you while asking, “What’s wrong?”

“It’s the other option,” you replied, too hungry to cry. “The bite is –”

“– Turning you into a sea serpent,” Laios finished. “Honestly, I thought that was just a myth. But when the bite didn’t kill you …” His mouth twitched, tongue darting out to wet the corners of his lips. “We have to suck the venom out. That has to stop the mutation.”

Your head snapped up. “Huh?” 

But as soon as your eyes met his, you started to wondered if what you were experiencing was hunger after all. Perhaps … a different kind of hunger. Laios stared down at you, the sparkling gold replaced by a dark hazel. It was just you two in this little corner of the dungeon, but you suddenly felt exposed, so naked, under his gaze. Your body was hot all over, sweat sticking to uncomfortable places. And your thighs … a burning need emerged between them, soaking the thin linen of your undergarments. This had to be a symptom of the bite, but it suddenly didn’t matter anymore. Your worry had been replaced by an ache that only he could fix.

No – absolutely not. You couldn’t. You shouldn’t. You were turning into a sea serpent.

But the need between your legs still throbbed.

“It’s like when a snake bites you on the surface,” Laios said, crouching down to your eye level. His closeness made your heart rate pick up. You realized then that he had shed his armor, kneeling in front of you in just his gambeson, which clung to his muscles and wide frame. “A sea serpent is part snake. Sucking out the venom should stop the mutation. You’ll probably experience symptoms from the bite for a few more hours, but they’ll stop eventually.” 

He started to peel back the bandage, taking a look at the gills forming on your hip when you gripped his wrist. Immediately, his skin burned, making you even more hot. You ripped your hand away from him, and with sweat trickling down the side of your face, you said, “Don’t you think this is … weird? Maybe Marcille should do it.”

“Marcille and the others just went back to another part of the level to find dinner. They won’t return for an hour, at least. This can’t wait.” He inspected the turquoise gills with concern, before his eyes snapped back to yours, noticing the way your black pupils filled almost the entire iris. “Do you not trust me?”

“Of course, I trust you. It’s just …” What exactly was the reason again? Oh, yes, it was pulsating hunger dripping between your legs from the bite, and you were terrified how you’d react the second his lips wrapped around your wound. The symptoms would just get worse. But he was right – this was the only way. Fuck, this had to be the most embarrassing thing you’d ever experienced. 

“Fine,” you finally relented, lying back down on the cobblestone. You did your best to get comfortable, but the makeshift pillow hardly provided much cushion between you and the floor.  “What should I do?”

“Nothing, just lay back and let me take care of it.” Laios lifted your tunic a smidge, and just the tenor of his voice made your ache even worse. “We’re just gonna … get this out of the way. And then …” His fingers hooked on the waistband of your pants, and you immediately clutched his collar. If you touched his skin again, you were sure to moan.

Laios looked from where your hand was gripping him and back to your eyes. “Your pants need to be off so I can have better access to the mutation. It’s on your hip.” You swallowed hard, knowing he was right, and your hand started to slip off his collar. “We’re friends, right?” He asked.

You nodded weakly.

“Good,” he smiled again, and you struggled to hold back a plea for him to touch you. He pulled down your pants, tossing them to the side. For a moment, he paused, taking in your soaked underwear and running his fingers over the mutation on your hip. He licked his lips again, and then said in a rather blunt tone, “You’re so –”

“Don’t say it,” you cut in, snapping your eyes shut to prevent further embarrassment.  Though you had never minded Laois’ occasional lack of social cues, this was one of those moments you needed anything but. “Just get the venom out.”

Laios tugged your underwear down a little to see if the mutation had spread. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” he informed you, lowering his head to your hip. “I’ve read that these bites can have a multitude of internal symptoms. Nightmares ... sweating … fever …” He ran his tongue over the gills, making your breath hitch instantly. “… And especially, arousal. Neat, huh?” He chuckled, and just his warm breath on the gills made you even more wet. “Don’t worry, I got you,” he assured before finally wrapping his mouth on the wound.

Your body burned even hotter than before as soon as his lips touched your skin. He sucked the venom out of you, spitting out blue globs every other second. His hands gripped your side, digging into your flesh and leaving crescent shapes from his nails. As you felt the gills start to close up, you couldn’t help but moan and arch into nothing. This felt better than any time you masturbated … any time you imagined your party leader above you … Fuck, who would’ve thought sucking sea serpent venom out of you would feel this good? Thank the gods the rest of their party was off catching dinner. You couldn’t deal with them possibly hearing this.

It surprised you when your orgasm flooded through you like a crashing wave. As Laios finished sucking out the last of the venom and the mutation closed, your arousal came to a definite peak and you let out a whine. You grabbed his arm, cumming from absolutely no stimulation.

Laios didn’t seem to mind though. In fact, he was mostly preoccupied with inspecting the area. You opened your eyes, your cheeks tinged pink, and saw the globs of venom to the left dissipate to nothing but water. You pinched the bridge of your nose, “I’m sorry, I –”

“The mutation closed. I was right!” Laios looked down at you, a big grin covering his face. “How do you feel?”

“Well, I definitely don’t feel a second set of lungs on my hip anymore.” You lifted your hand when you noticed a trickle of blue staining his lip, wiping it away with your thumb. “But I … my body is still …” The ache inside you had simmered slightly, but it was still there, lingering underneath the surface. 

This was genuinely humiliating. Maybe you should’ve just decided to turn into a sea serpent after all.

Laios grabbed your wrist before you could pull away from his face. He leaned into your palm, running his long nose down to your inner wrist. “Your skin is so warm. I can still smell how aroused you are from the serpent bite.” His eyes burned into yours, keeping your hand close to his face. “I can help. Do you need another release?”

Your cheeks got even more red when he acknowledged your orgasm. Shaking your head, you said, “I couldn’t ask you to do that. I can just –”

“I’d be honored to,” he replied, quite gruffly and persistent. His fingers tugged your underwear down with precision and ease, despite the damp fabric clinging to you. He spread your legs wide and placed them on his shoulders. Lowering himself down, he inhaled the scent of your climax and hooked his arms around your inner thighs. He smiled up at you – your pretty face red with embarrassment – all dopey-eyed and grateful. “You lot like to call me the devourer of monsters. Perhaps I should devour the last bit of monster out of you.”

He inhaled again, groaning like he typically did when he was hungry. His hot breath against your achingly wet pussy made you whimper with desperation. “You smell so good down here,” he whispered. “I’d wager you taste even better.”

You gasped as soon as he dove between your legs, licking a stripe through your folds, tasting your recent orgasm. He flicked his tongue over your clit before sucking on it with feverish excitement. Slick gathered on his tongue and he whined, needing more. So much more. You were the most delicious meal he’d ever tasted. Better than any monster, better than anything on the surface. 

“So good,” he muttered into your pussy, lapping against your clit, doing anything that would get him more of your arousal. “You taste so, so good.”

You whimpered out his name and attempted to close your legs, but he held them opened with all his strength. His arms wrapped around your thighs went tight, bruising the sensitive flesh. Your jaw went slack while your own hands scrambled for purchase, eventually landing in his cropped hair. You tugged, hips bucking against his face, making him groan even more. This allowed him to hold your hips a little higher, and his tongue finally dipped into your leaking entrance. You heard him grunt the second he plunged his tongue deeper, his nose nuzzling your clit. 

He devoured you like a starved man. He devoured you like you were a boiled scorpion, or roast basilisk, or – even better – like sweet, delicious homemade cheesecake. 

“Laios,” you whined, feeling your fever dissolve with each lap of his tongue. “Laios, it’s … fuck – it’s okay, I feel –”

“Need more,” he muttered, his voice low and laced with need. He was practically humping the stone floor as he buried his tongue as far as it could go inside you. Your hips couldn’t stop bucking forward, riding his face as you felt your orgasm building at the base of your stomach. Laios was completely transfixed. He wanted to be here, nestled between your thighs, for every meal. He’d take you away from the rest of the group before dinner, lapping away to the sounds of your pleas and whimpers, so help him gods. He’d do this every day, every night, whenever you wanted, for as long as he was alive. Fuck monsters. He could survive off the taste of you for the rest of his life.

Slipping his tongue out of your hole, he went back to sucking on your throbbing clit and feeling your legs start to tremble. You had to be close to another release, and he was desperate to taste it. He paid all his attention on your clit, snaking one hand up and sinking two fingers knuckle-deep into your entrance in tandem. “Fuck,” you moaned, tugging on his hair once again, “fuck – gods, Laios. I – I’m s-so close –”

“Please,” he begged, smearing your slick all over his mouth. “Please, you’re so good. Need to see how you taste when you release on my tongue.” His own hips continued to buck against the floor.

You choked on a cry when you finally came all over his tongue. He groaned, loud and drawn out, when he finally got a taste of your sweet climax, knowing that it was him that brought you to this point. The orgasm felt long, like the ocean bringing you in and out, and your whole body trembled. He continued lapping at your clit as it pulsed under his tongue, his fingers curling inside you through your orgasm. When you finally breathed out and started to come down from the high of it all, Laios stayed between your thighs, allowing his tongue to gently swirl your clit. Maybe if he continued, he could taste a little more of you …

You found your voice, hoarse from overstimulation. “Laios, please, you have to stop,” you begged, yanking his head up from between your legs. His mouth was covered in your slick, and then he was giving you that dopey expression again, making your heart clench. Your body was no longer hot and sweaty. Laios had completely cured you of the sea serpent bite with that expert mouth of his. He unwound his arms from your thighs, bringing his fingers that were still covered with your wetness to his mouth, tasting the last of your orgasm. You watched him, eyes wide and cheeks blushing, until he was looking at you again with those golden doe eyes.

“That was amazing,” he said, like he was in a haze. When your eyes flickered down, you realized he was hard in his pants, but it wasn’t like he even noticed himself with the way he was staring at you. “We should do that again sometime.”

He stood up, and you scrambled to pull your clothes back on before the group came back. You stammered, “It’s okay, uh – we don’t have to. Especially if you don’t want to. We could just –”

“I want to,” he cut in, a determined look in his eyes. “What are friends for, right?” 

NSFW Alphabet ft. Yandere! Rengoku

& Afab! Darling

18+

Wanted to make more yandere Rengoku content so I did that smut alphabet thats been going around

Warnings: Smut, Suggested Non-con/Dub-con, Sex, Oral, Implied Anal, Toys, Breeding kink, ect. ect.

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Man is spent. He’s never half-assed anything, so by the end of the rut, he’s already panting hard and dripping with sweat. Honestly, the quality of the aftercare varies from day to day (and depending on his mood.) If he’s up for it, he may take the time to clean you off with a wet cloth, wipe away all the cum from your cunt and rub some ointment on any bruises or bites. But most nights are spent dripping with nut and warming his cock, clutched to his chest like a vice. He can always clean you up in the morning anyway.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Your tits.  He likes looking at them. He likes holding them. He likes feeling them. He loves sucking on them. It just makes him feel so… safe. Now if you were producing milk at the time, there would be no separating the two. But he loves the rest of your body as well, he just has a fascination with your rack specifically.

As for himself, he enjoys his own chest as well. He enjoys keeping you close to sleep on it, feeling your breath near his heart, praying that the organ can somehow coerce you to be as obsessed with him as he is you. But besides the metaphorical reasoning, he knows his pecs are soft and wants you to lay on them like a pillow.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

If he were to play that word association game and his word were to be “cum”, his immediate answer would be “cunt”. His brain is set to maximum primal instinct. If he sees your pussy, he’s gonna cum inside it, and he comes a lot. If you were under some previous assumption that he’d cum just anywhere, that’s on you, darling. If he’s gonna cum, it's gonna be in your sweet, tight, warm pussy, right where it belongs. Sure, he’ll shoot the occasional load in your mouth or ass, but he’s always scooping some up and shoving it up your snatch, pressing it into your walls and fantasizing about your egg accepting his sperm. It should be pretty obvious why.

He wants every drop locked inside of you, keeping all his little babies warm while he panders you with attention and love. If the purpose of semen is to impregnate a womb, why would he want it anywhere else? Look at the bigger picture here.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

It turns him on to see you cry. He doesn’t mean to! The last thing he would ever want is for you to be upset or hurt, but something about seeing you so pathetic and vulnerable does something to him. He finds himself “accidentally” being too rough with you, “accidentally” hurting your feelings, “accidentally” neglecting you. Oh, you look so pretty when you sob, fat tears pooling down your red cheeks like drops of rain on a window. And it just winds him up all over again. He can always cheer you up afterward, right?

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s not too experienced, but he’s sampled here or there. Truth be told, he wasn’t all too big on the idea of sex before you. The act itself was just to pass the time, maybe relieve some stress. He’d never met someone he’d imagined settling down with before, and that made sex a bit… disappointing. Until he met you of course. Kyojuro made sure to do some more research before he swept you away. Studies, videos, books, you name it. He didn’t really care if he was doing things right before. But, like I said before, he doesn’t half-ass anything, especially when it comes to his little darling. And considering how he can turn you into such a hot mess in a matter of minutes, it's safe to say his efforts have paid off.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Cowgirl.

Kyojuro usually does the majority of the work during the deed, including remaining on top, but once every blue moon, he throws you on top and gives you a hard slap on the ass. Giddy-up bitch. Having you on top, bouncing on his cock so deeply, so slowly, it's such an intricate pleasure. Intricate as in it feels like he’s being milked like fucking cow. He feels the way your cunt squeezes him on the way up and glides so carefully back down, glazing his shaft and sucking the milk straight from his balls, begging him to unload his potent seed right where you need it. He likes to imagine your life depends on it. Doesn’t it?

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s tried from time to time, but has found you don’t react very well to it. His goal was to make you more comfortable, but it was fairly obvious that the only thing that would make you “comfortable” was to avoid sex entirely, which wasn’t on the table. He wasn’t about to let you spend your days celibate and bored when he could be pleasing you as you deserved. He’ll still giggle from time to time, but he tries to be fairly serious, so he can focus on giving you attention. But he still does wish you would lighten up to make things more fun.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He’s fairly groomed, but his happy trail is pretty messy. Thick and coarse, you can feel the unruly hair scratch against your clit when he plows you into the bed at night, rolling his hips lazily to feel every inch of your velvety cunt and doping himself out. You have to bite your lip to keep yourself from whining, your delicate bead overwhelmed by the sensation of pain and pleasure. Blowjobs are even worse as you’re always finding yourself plucking stray pubes from your mouth, gagging at the sharp hairs. You wish he would just shave.

Does the carpet match the drapes? Absolutely.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s very… intense, is one word for it. There’s no resting periods, no breaks, just ongoing, continuous, lovemaking (fucking.) Kyojuro may need to pause every once in a while for a refractory period, he only has so much cum after all, but even then he still touches you. Sucking on your clit, maybe fingering his seed back into you. He likes to keep himself busy. As much as he tries to be romantic initially, telling you he loves you, complimenting your beauty, comforting you, he always falls back to his primal self, dirty talking, moving too rough, biting you. So swept up in the moment, his instincts do all the talking as he holds your hips down to the bed and just starts humping. There’s not much you can do during those times besides hold on for dear life and blink your tears away. But you can’t deny the effort is there. Sometimes you go to the bed for the night only to find the room littered with rose petals and candles, a naked Kyo sitting up against the headboard with his thighs spread and cock bobbing between them. You already know it’s going to be a long night.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn’t. The pleasure is miniscule compared to having the real thing (you), and even when you’re not with him, he still doesn’t indulge. He’s adamant that it’s wasteful, if not selfish. Why waste a good load into his hand when he can give it to you? 

But before he’d met you, he’d touched himself quite often, mostly from pent up frustrations and the constant overproduction of semen in his balls. He’d do it everywhere - in bed, in his car, in the bathroom at work - there was constant ache in his belly that grew with each hour his hand wasn’t fisting his cock. He’d never really understand back then why he was so insatiable until he’d grown to love you. After that it was quite obvious that his primal body was heavily focused on the need to breed and fuck his babies into his destined love. Even if the feeling was… less than consensual.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Breeding, Daddy, Breeding, Praise, Marking, Breeding, Pet play, Overstimulation, Breeding… Did I say breeding yet? Kyojuro is into pretty much anything when it comes to you but these are the main ones you have to deal with. His fascinations usually fluctuate every couple of weeks, one week he may be especially gentle and kind with you as he uses only his tongue to tease and edge you until you can beg daddy to let you come, and another he may tie you up with your face buried deep into the pillows and your ass high in the air as fills you up with what feels like gallons of cum. If you’re smart enough, you may realize your own actions have an influence on what he’ll be into for the week - if you’re well-behaved and clingy, he’ll be soft and patient, wanting nothing more than to spoil his little girl, but if your… difficult, all he’s going to be in the mood for is a more torturous pleasure for you, treating you like his little cumdump that he can use all he’d like. It’s really up to you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He prefers the bedroom. Kyojuro has no problem doing it elsewhere, but his preference will always be in the comfort of your shared king-sized bed. Something about being so intimate in such a safe place feels so nice to him, and he wants you to feel safe too. He doesn’t need you getting anxious in the kitchen or on the couch that he’ll pressure you into intimacy. There will be the occasional kiss and grind, but he likes to keep it PG around the home. But the moment you even step foot into the bedroom, be it to change your clothes or grab a belonging, it's fair game. Maybe he’ll follow you in there for some alone time, maybe he won’t. It’s anyone’s guess.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Any hint of consent on your part has his body on you before you can give any objection. Smile at him? Consent. Touch him unprovoked? Consent. Make any noise of satisfaction when he’s with you? Consent. Just the thought of you needing sex and having that need fulfilled by him makes him go absolutely crazy. Psychologically, thats the only reason he feels comfortable doing anything to you - he convinces himself you always want him, vocal or not. You say no? You’re just shy. You insult him? You’re insecure. You start crying? You’re overwhelmed with happiness. He truly thinks you want him, you want his kisses, you want his touch, you want his cock. And it doesn’t help that you can’t stop yourself from coming in his grasp no matter what you do. He thinks your rebellion is just a phase. Maybe it is.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Sharing. While jealousy of another does often rile him up and lead to some hard fucks as punishment, the actual vision of you being with anyone other than him is an immediate no. Why do you think he has you locked away? He loves you of course, and the past is in the past, but as of current you belong to him, and that means your body is only for him as well. He doesn't even take pictures of you in fear that someone may wander on his phone and see them. Your body should only crave his, after all his body only craves yours! Isn't that only fair? But he does try not to be hypocritical. He lets you know of every woman in his life with no secrets, immediately cuts off the ones who try to engage with him, he even offers to let you check his phone if he thinks you are getting jealous. However, don’t go about pointing fingers either. He takes accusations of cheating very seriously. Get mad at him and say a girl at work is flirting with him? Expect to hear of her arrest on the news for tax fraud, theft, bribery, ect. - anything that has her in cuffs and tears being escorted into the back of a police car to be locked away for decades while you suffer the punishment of being forced into orgasm after orgasm until you can name 100 reasons why Kyojuro loves you and would never betray you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He enjoys both equally, but he prefers to give, for practicality’s sake. He knows blowjobs are hard for you. Even when your plush lips do manage to stretch around his thick girth, you can hardly take much in before you start gagging and choking. He still likes to watch since it’s so cute when you have to give up sucking to kiss and lick the tip while your hands do all the talking, but even then it's only an occasional pleasure. While blowjobs are every week or two, cunnilingus is everyday. He doesn’t even penetrate you until you’ve come at least once or twice on his tongue, and he even takes breaks during sex just to eat you out again. For him, it's a meal and therapeutic. Just having your ripe little nub in his mouth has all his problems melting away so he can focus on how delicious and sweet your slick is coating his tongue. And don’t even get him started on how warm and comfortable it is between your legs, some nights he even falls asleep with his head on your thigh, mid-lick up your slit with your clit pulsing under his tongue. But then again, he wouldn’t mind falling asleep with your mouth warming him either. It’s up to you really.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He usually starts off slow, tries to warm you up first and get you stretched out and needy. But it usually dissolved into him frantically rutting into you, desperate to get you fucked out enough to cling to him and beg. But he does prefer your reactions to when he goes slow. He likes how your eyebrows scrunch together and you purse your lips, how you have to take deep breaths to keep yourself composed, how your cunt gently contracts around him and gushes every time he fills you to the brim. The experience is just so much more authentic when he takes his time molding you around him and leisurely building up your orgasms. But that's not to say he doesn’t enjoy a bit of rough housing. It's usually after your umpteenth orgasm, when you’re babbling and drooling, eyes tired and lidding, that he begins increasing his pace and thrusts harder, your eyes shooting open from shock. You're already so smooth and slick from all the creampies, so it's easy to go a little harder and give less than forgiving strokes into your heat. He doesn’t get too rough, doesn’t make you bleed or bruise to an inappropriate extent, but he does prefer to leave a mark. His mark.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Meh, he’s not privy to them. Kyojuro prides himself on long ruts, and quickies don’t really fit his criteria for the correct way to make love. He thinks every session should be intimate and lengthy, prolonged enough that you’re too tired to make a fuss when he wants to cockwarm or cuddle you afterwards. Quickies aren’t bad… they just aren’t good either. He’ll always want more, and doesn't want you to feel used afterward when he hasn’t made you lose your mind with ecstasy. He does give a quick grope or caress your breasts, ass, or pussy every now and again, but that’s as far as it goes. HOWEVER - if you were to ask him for it (yes, I know, crazy) he would give you a quickie and hesitantly leave you be afterward. Of course, this scenario has never happened before… because you don’t ask.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Of course! He’ll bring home random toys, outfits, or bonds from time to time to experiment different kinks and fetishes. He’s even offered to let you do things to him! (Although you’ve never taken him up on that offer) He wants to try everything with you, just to see if he or you are into something you’ve never tried before. Given, it's not very often that he tries anything unpredictable, but he does every month or so. However, he doesn’t take any risks that would give you the opportunity to escape, per say. Tying him up is a no-no, drugging him is a no-no, giving you weapons is a no-no-no-no-no. But he will let you do anything else to him, and he certainly does whatever he wants to you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

It depends on how long it's been since your last session, how much energy he has, and what condition he’s in. But if he’s in perfect health, he can usually last around 10 rounds (cumming 10 times). Of course this number can be lower or higher depending on outside factors, but that’s the average. One day he may come once and be done for the night, another he may be so pent as to last 15+, it all depends on circumstance. Each round usually lasts for 30-45 minutes, again this may be shorter depending on depravity. As for you, you always lose count of your own orgasms no matter what.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He owns several - dildos, vibrators, plugs, you name it. He even has a couple of strap ons for you to use on him if you’d like but you’ve never indulged. He uses them on you from time to time, usually in his more adventurous phases where he wants to experiment more with your body, but he also leaves the drawer full of them available for you to use at your leisure. There are times where he’s gone longer than he would like to be and would prefer if you have toys to please yourself in his absence. He even has a replica dildo with his exact shape and size just for you to use when he’s gone. He unfortunately isn’t quite sure you even use it during those days as you’re always insistent that you don’t and would never (but much to your own horror and guilt, you do.)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He teases fairly often, as that’s his sense of humor and it gets him riled up. From his experience, that’s the best way to get you to be more active during the deed as you squirm and eventually beg for him to give you release. Luckily for you, he very easily gives in to your pleas and always gives you whatever you want right away. Whether with his words or his actions, he loves how you react to his teasings, how your face burns and your mouth falls open with frustration and embarrassment, it's so cute. Especially when he teases you physically, drawing weak circles with his tongue on your clit with a feather-like pressure that has breaking so quickly, wrapping your legs around his head and shoving him deep into your pussy to get the attention you so desperately need, but he always just smiles and tucks his tongue back behind his lips just to kiss against the crease of your lips before unwrapping himself from you and starting all over again. The only way he ever stops is if you use your words and tell him exactly what you want. He wants to hear you say it.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He can get pretty damn loud. Who is he silencing himself for? You're the only person with him that will ever be with him for the rest of your lives, so why would he keep quiet when he can tell you exactly how good you make him feel? He wants to let you know just what you're doing to him, how crazy you make him feel, how obsessed he is with you. During the slow beginnings of your rounds he will keep himself down to an appropriate level, moaning and groaning softly into your ear, whispering sweet, sweet nothings and praising you, but when the storm of it all hits, he makes sure to howl in euphoria, shouting loud for the world to know that he is the one who obtained you. He whines and whimpers just as much and he grunts and growls, and, if you listen very closely, you can almost hear him purr after he nuts. And don’t worry too much about neighbors or passerbys hearing, he soundproofed the whole place long before you arrived.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Similar to the original Beauty and the Beast, he asks you to marry him constantly. While he knows it would be impossible legally since you’ve been missing for quite some time with authorities on the lookout, he more so asks for romantic purposes. He even has been planning for the event since day 1! But he’d make changes to it if that's what you wanted. Truly he just wants the role of being your husband rather than your lover, as it all comes into play for his ultimate goal of getting you pregnant. While he doesn’t enjoy you being on birth control at present, he allows it for the sake of normalcy as he finds it would be improper to have children before marriage. But if you would just say yes to his proposal that would change everything! You have yet to accept, but he’ll give you time to love him.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s about 6.5 inches long soft, 8.5 inches when hard, with about a 7 inch girth (6 when soft). He’s a big boy.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Very. Very. High. There’s pretty much no limit on when he can have sex or be hard, all he needs is some… motivation. Just seeing you relaxed on the couch in your sweats when he gets home from work is enough to get his pants feeling unbearably tight, ideas flooding in about what he’s going to do to you after you both eat dinner. And dear god can he last for hours. There hasn’t ever been a single time when a session has been less than an hour, and by the end of the rut, you’re already so tired that cleaning up simply isn’t an option. For him, there is always an eternal ache in his belly from all the cum he produces, so having a good outlet (you) has done wonders for his health. It doesn’t help that his high drive has affected yours as well, making you far more horny on a daily basis than you used to be. How you aren’t dead by now is a mystery.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Pretty much right after. He uses up every ounce of energy he has during sex so by the time you're both done and covered in liquids, all he wants to do is cuddle and go to sleep. He’s out in maybe 10 minutes? You’re not really sure since you’re passed out as well.

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𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄

headcanons about kento nanami being insanely protective over you, his sweet wife . . . ♡

Typically, Nanami is a calm, cool, and collected individual. However, that changes drastically if someone’s bothering you.

Be it an annoying cashier or a first grade curse, no one messes with Mrs. Nanami.

For ordinary, aggravating people, all it takes is them seeing that muscular, pissed-off man approaching, and they run off as fast as they can.

Nanami trained for hours upon hours to become stronger in order to protect you, which is how he managed to become so buff.

If you’re a sorcerer as well, Nanami insists upon the two of you doing as many missions together as possible.

He’s not a whiny kid, so he won’t throw a fit if he can’t be right by your side, but he’ll definitely try to negotiate with the higher-ups at every given opportunity about it.

He knows you’re strong and that you can handle yourself, he knows that you don’t need his protection, but he still wants to be there for you.

He’d die for you without a second thought. Jump in harm’s way as a human shield without any care in regards to his own life.

Nanami is naturally insanely strong, of course, but if an enemy hurts you, even if it’s just a small scratch, he becomes an entirely different person.

He once slammed someone through several walls for kicking you in the stomach. They died instantly. And Nanami gently and carefully inspected your bruises after.

He does worry that he’ll somehow hurt you on accident, both directly and indirectly. He’s afraid that he’ll accidentally hurt you whenever he touches you, or that something bad will happen to you if he accidentally makes a mistake while on a mission.

Not only does your dear husband protect you from other people, but he’ll protect you from weather, dangerous objects, etc.

If it’s raining, he won’t hesitate to snatch off his jacket and put it over your head if you both forgot to bring an umbrella. He’ll also carry you across unavoidable puddles without you even asking.

If he notices a loose nail sticking out somewhere or a wobbly chair, he fixes it immediately just to make sure that you won’t get hurt.

When fighting, he might remove his tie. He might remove his jacket. But he will never remove his ring.

Don't you just love the duality of Aizawa's scarf?

Some nights, he'll wrap the two of you up in it so that you're snuggled all warm and cozy together. He'll nuzzle his nose to yours, cupping your cheek tenderly, whispering words of affirmations to you. I love you. You're safe with me. I trust you with all my life.

Other nights, he'll bind your wrists with it, pinning them above your head so that he can fuck the ever living daylights out of you. He'll have you in a mating press, your ankles propped on his shoulders, knees pushed towards your chest, just pounding his thick cock in and out of you like there's no tomorrow. It's only after you orgasm three times that he'll finally unravel, his scarf loosening so that he can lace his fingers with yours, pumping his cum inside you.

see you again | nanami kento

tw: breakup, angst!

“i don’t think we would be a good fit.” those words landed heavy, sinking straight to your stomach. it took everything in you not to drop your drink, but somehow, the burn on your lap wouldn’t matter anymore.

lately, nanami had been distant, cold, making excuses to spend less time with you, claiming he was busy. but you’d spot him out at a ramen shop, a cafe, even the arcade with his friends. yet somehow, he couldn’t find time for you?

you swallowed hard, setting the warm cup down, trying to keep your face neutral, but it betrayed you. “okay…” you murmured, your voice shaking. “why?”

he stared at his cup, his calm composure unwavering, but you couldn’t read him. “we come from different worlds. i don’t want to put your life at risk,” he muttered.

a silence stretched between you till you broke it.

“that’s not really fair of you, you know.” your voice trembled, barely audible, like it was made of fragile glass. it was so soft that it pulled his eyes up to meet yours, a frown marking his face.

“i know… i’m sorry.” his fist clenched tight in his lap, digging into his palms.

“no, you’re not.” you scoffed, eyes stinging. “and the promises you made.. the ones where we’d graduate together, move away, live a long life?” tears slipped down your cheek. “you made empty promises this whole time—”

“—i’ll come find you in the future. just not now, not for either of us.” he cut you off, his voice low, almost apologetic. it was clear he expected this to go differently, maybe even worse. he wanted you to yell at him, to make this easier somehow. but you were cold and that hurt even more somehow.

“save those stupid promises for someone else.” you muttered, pulling a few bills from your wallet and leaving them on the table. grabbing your now-cold drink, you turned your back. “goodbye, nanami.” and just like that, you were gone, like you’d never been there.

five years later, nanami spotted you again, this time, in the rain. you were impossible to miss, an aura around you that made you stand out in the crowd.

he hesitated, watching you as you smiled, radiating something he hadn’t seen in so long.

before he could move, a man approached you, and the smile you gave him, a smile so filled with love and joy.. was the same one nanami once shared with you.

“cho… you’ll get sick,” you said, tucking him under your umbrella. he smiled back, pecking your temple before handing you your favorite warm drink. nanami froze. that was the drink he used to get you.

you murmured a thank you, and he nodded, glancing at your cold hands. then, without thinking, it slipped from him, natural and effortless:

“didn’t want my wife to catch a cold.”

oh.

the word hit nanami like a punch to the gut. his heart squeezed painfully, and his grip on his umbrella tightened. he couldn’t look away.

he was stunned. you were married?

“…you get cold too easily,” choso said, gently patting your shoulder, his ears turning red as you smiled softly at him, the same smile that made nanami’s heart stop. your soft, familiar laugh followed. one nanami would never forget.

he stepped back, adjusting his glasses, unable to take it in. regret hit him hard, the weight of what he had lost, of the mistakes he had made.

and in that moment, he realized…

he wished he’d never let you go.

this is so shit but it needed to get out of my drafts </3

okie here we go! may i please request a jonathan crane imagine where he and reader are talking about their fears and reader says something like "i'm afraid of falling in love with you" and now jonathan is like well heck i wasn't expecting that. feel free to change as you need! thank you!

Ofc! Sorry if this isn’t good :( I was rlly nervous and scared for my first tumblr imagine. Anyways I did my best and hope you like it!!

Jonathan Crane

Unexpected

Warnings: Fears, anxiety, things made up by me (I think) that’s its?

Summary: The request!

Type: ☁︎

A/N: Y’all it’s 2:00am sorry if this this is crap but I’m trying😭

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You were in a apartment near the heart of Gotham City with your longtime friend, Jonathan Crane. Yes he was one of Gotham’s biggest criminal... but you loved being with him. You both knew each other for almost 10 years. Crazy right? Now here you were, in your (actually pretty nice) apartment with Jonathan, sitting on the bed together talking about each other.

“What? No you said your favorite color was purple?!” Jonathan protested.

“It was always red!” I answered back

“Hmm... whatever you say then,” he said smiling at you.

“Hey N/N,” he said.

“Yes Johnny,” I said teasing him.

“Please don’t start with that,” he said playfully annoyed.

“Alright, alright. What is it,” I asked him.

“What is your most greatest fear,” he asked curiously.

Out of all the questions in the world it just had to be the lucky number one, huh? I can just lie... but I’m pretty positive that he’ll know when I’m lying. I mean, he’s caught it before. What makes me think he won’t do it this time?

“Earth to Y/N,” he spoke waving a hand in front of my face making me snap out of my thoughts.

“Hmm? Oh yeah sorry,” I said trying to make myself seem completely focused on him.

“You haven’t answered the question.”

“Oh umm... I don’t have a fear,” I said trying to convince him.

“Your lying and I know it. Why?” he asked me in confusion. I didn’t want him to think I didn’t trust him. I just didn’t want to make myself feel like an idiot.

“Can’t we just skip that question, please?” I asked him softly.

“I- you don’t trust me? Y/N please I won’t make fun of you for anything at all...” he pleaded.

I sighed looking away for a moment then looking back into his eyes. I could see the concern of why I was so afraid to tell him. I was to scared to ruin our relationship.

“Your afraid of me... I knew it,” he said sounding ashamed of himself.

“Wait what? No no no no no no, it’s not you I promise. Scare- wait sorry! I mean Jonathan! No please don’t think that...! I’m so sorry...” I said freaking out a little and putting both of my hands over my nose and mouth. Now he’s gonna think the opposite of what I just said.

“If it’s not me then what is it?” He said sounding quite annoyed.

“I’m just- I’m afraid of falling in love with you...”

Oh my goodness why did I say that? He’s going to think I’m some sort of psychopath!

“I... y/n...” he started.

“No please it’s fine, my fault, I should of never said that at all,” I said about to leave.

“Beautiful, I had loved you since forever ago. Your features and personality are like no other life-form in this universe. You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this moment. I love you, so much.”

Wow I wasn’t expecting that at all.

He pulled me into his embrace, wrapping his arms around me. He planted a soft kiss on my forehead.

“I love you Johnathan,” I said softly against the crook of his neck.

“And I love you even more.”

fly on the wall sukuna x f!reader x gojo

synopsis: when your best friend leaves you alone at a party, someone else decides to take his spot

content warning: mdni, DUBCON, BABY TRAPPING, gojo is lowk yandere guys, angst and smut, modern college au, jealousy, drinking, frat parties, sukina being a manwhore, gojo is OBSESSED with you, backshots, unprotected piv sex, creampie, aftercare, pregnancy

"Wanna go find a bedroom?" A pretty giggle and a hand on his bulging bicep, lipstick stuck to his neck and staining his collar. His low laugh, deep and rough.

And none of it was belonged to you.

"Whatever," Sukuna grunted, letting some drunk girl with dyed hair drag him away while you watched from the corner of the couch, sipping on beer and wishing you had said no to coming with him to this stupid frat party.

He was your best friend - that you happened to be desperately in love with.

You weren't delusional. Didn't think him asking you here was a date. Just a way to celebrate your final semester at college, the last few weeks before graduation. But you'd kind of convinced yourself that with a little liquid courage, maybe you'd kiss him. Play it off like a drunk mistake if he hated it and just hope that he didn't.

Your last bits of hope dried up as he disappeared up the stairs.

That was just the way it went.

Sukuna fucked another girl the same way his scowl and chuckles fucked with your feelings. You were used to it after years of crushing and yearning uselessly after him.

You were too busy wallowing in your own self-loathing to notice the guy plopping down next to you on the couch.

"What kind of host would I be to let a pretty girl drink by herself?" A familiar voice leaned over to purr in your ear, poking your cheek just so you'd swat his hand away.

"I'm about to leave, Gojo," You lied, leaning over to set your drink down on his coffee table. A rich and relentless flirt who wasn't used to not getting his way. His parents could probably buy the university if they wanted to, a six-figure job just waiting for him the second he walked off stage with his degree next month.

Sukuna hated him. You were mostly indifferent. He was like a fly buzzing around, landing on you every time you forgot about him. They'd been in a couple fights though, over dumb boy shit, usually, playing the same sport and at all the same parties and clubs.

You were pretty sure any interest Gojo has in you was directly correlated to his desire to piss Sukuna off.

"I need a beer pong partner," He complained, twirling a strand of your hair around his finger.

"I'm sure there's fifty other girls here who'd be happy to," You rolled your eyes, about to push off the couch but forgetting his leg was there, accidentally grabbing his muscled thigh before you ripped your hand away.

"I don't want them," He pouted. "I want you."

The wrong guy felt a lot more like the right one when he was saying stuff like that.

You just wanted someone to like you.

"Fine, but just one game," You reluctantly agreed, gritting your teeth.

And you meant it, alright?

Except when you won, and he picked you up, spinning you around by your waist and peppering your cheeks with kisses while bragging about you to everyone listening about how good his girl was?

Whatever tethered you to your sensibility snapped and you kissed him back. Missing his cheek to plant a messy one on his lips.

And the next thing you knew, you were in his bedroom, your panties and your party dress ripped off, your face buried in a pillow as he delivered the meanest backshots you ever received, his cock slamming into your soaking cunt every three seconds when you stammered out his name.

"F-fuck, oh God, S'toru," You whined, your voice weak and muffled as his hips smacked into your ass again. Everything felt too warm inside, the pleasant fuzz in your chest from earlier turning into a blazing fire.

He abruptly pulled out, massive hands flipping you over, clumsily pushing your plush thighs up to your chest, admiring the connection between you when he shoved his thick cock back in, inch by inch disappearing into your heat.

"So pretty," He hummed, drawing little patterns you were too fucked out to process on your skin with his thumb. "All mine now, yeah?"

You weren't listening. Weren't even sure you were on the same planet anymore. Just lose in the haze of him thrusting inside you, the way his bright eyes held yours hostage, glittering even in the low lamp light, how his sweet cologne disarmed and enchanted you.

"Mhm," You nodded, vaguely aware the biggest dick at school has fucked you dumb on his own stupidly large cock, and not even able to bring yourself to despise it.

You just wanted more of him.

"You wanna be my girl?" He teased, one of his hands sliding down to paint the same patterns over your clit, barely sweeping over it just to make you jolt.

"Pl-please," You pleaded, face scrunching up and lips parting, unsure if you were begging him to make you cum or just make you his.

But he did both.

Massing your sore and needy bud with just enough pressure to push you over the edge, but this time, he was painting your cunt white, cumming right as you cried out, the distinct feeling of something warm and wet leaking down your thighs and onto his sheets before you even finished coming done.

He got up to clean you, his cock still pretty and pink and swollen as it bobbed with every step, cum and slick coating it as he hurried to grab a washcloth from the attached bathroom. He ran it under warm water, using it to wipe you up, throwing you some of his clothes, a t-shirt and some boxers that were too big before sliding on a pair too and crawling back in bed with you.

You were awkward, cautiously glancing back at him and blinking hard as you pulled his shirt over your head, not sure what other options you really had considering your dress was reduced to scraps in the heat of the moment.

But then he pulled you back against his chest, snuggling you against him like you were a couple and not just, well, whatever you actually were.

"Shouldn't you go back out there?" You mumbled, starting to pull away before his hand tightened on the back of your neck, keeping you in place with a pout.

"Nah," He dismissed. "I'd rather be here."

You didn't know why you stayed, other than the embarrassment of walking out in Gojo's clothes. You'd probably have to creep out in the morning, hoping everyone else was too wasted or hungover to notice, or get him to give you a ride. But that wasn't really an excuse for cuddling back with him, your leg thrown over his and your arms wrapped around his side. Dozing off on his soft mattress, his fingers dancing over your spine and tracing soft shapes soothing you to sleep.

Banging woke you up, someone pounding on his door.

It could've been thirty minutes or three hours, the party reduced to a dull hum in the background, huffing as you buried your face back against Gojo's warm chest.

"Open the fuck up," Sukuna's voice boomed through the door, his fist slamming against the wood veneer like he was hoping to splinter it.

Your blood ran cold.

Gojo was already awake, a crooked smile spreading across his face while he listened to Sukuna shouting your name from the hall.

"Go back to sleep, baby," He murmured softly to you, pressing a kiss to your forehead before untangling your limbs.

He didn't cover you with a blanket though.

You wondered if he wanted Sukuna to see what you looked like wearing his clothes.

You rolled away from the door, pressing your face to the pillow so you wouldn't have to know what sort of face Sukuna made when he found out you betrayed him.

"What's up, man?" Gojo casually greeted, the door swinging open with a creak after he flipped the lock.

"What the fuck-" Sukuna's harsh voice stopped the second he saw you in the bed, curled up in Gojo's shirt and (pretending to be) asleep.

"Is there a problem?" He wryly taunted, and you could just picture his face, the glint in his eyes and the way his white brow would arch up.

"I'll fucking kill you," Sukuna growled.

"Can it wait until tomorrow? Don't wanna wake sleeping beauty up," Gojo mocked.

He didn't wait for Sukuna to reply before slamming the door shut in his face.

You didn't say anything. Just let him pull you back against him. And when you woke up the next morning? He had fresh clothes and breakfast delivered, letting you eat in his bed and insisting he'd have to wash everything anyway.

"Wanna go on a date today?' He asked while you were using his shower, peeking his head through the curtain with an easy smile.

"What?" You blinked, trying to work out if this was just also part of his plan to get back at Sukuna or if he was serious.

"I was thinking the zoo, or maybe that new bakery that opened up?" He proceeded to throw out options like you'd already said yes, and somehow, you found yourself in the passenger seat of his car two hours later with his hand on your thigh and his chatter in your ears about what souvenir he was going to buy you.

Pretending not to feel the weight of your phone in your pocket, switched to do not disturb so you wouldn't have to deal with the hundred texts and calls from Sukuna about you sleeping with the enemy.

Part of you wondered if there wouldn't be any, if he'd just discard and be done with you entirely now.

But when Gojo was grinning and laughing with you, when he touched you and planted kisses all over your skin, you were starting to think it might be a trade worth making.

Except, uh, after a few weeks of the honeymoon period passed and the day your period was supposed to start came and went with it, and a pregnancy test confirmed what you dreaded.

Fuck.

It wasn't until you told him the next day with tears in your eyes that you realized there might be something worse than him not wanting your baby. It was the possibility he planned for it.

"I'm really gonna be a dad?" He grinned, no what-are-we-gonna-do, no how-did-this-happen, not an ounce of regret.

"Satoru, can you be serious for two seconds? This is a big deal," You scolded, but he was already placing your hand on your stomach.

"I am serious," He teased, drawing a heart over our belly button this time. "I'll take care of you and our baby. You wanna tell my parents first? Or should we get eloped?"

You were wrong. He wasn't a fly.

He was a spider.

And you were just the unfortunate bug wrapped up tight in his web.

Just shota x free use fem reader , just leave it here

okay um. i’ve been sitting on this bc free use just feels like shota’s vibe. and i’m almost overwhelmed with the idea. like. you don’t understand. 😵‍💫

sitting next to him at home and he pulls you in for a kiss before pushing your head into his lap while he reads.

putting you bound, on your knees against the side of the bed so he can fuck your face a little white he folds laundry, not really caring if you gag and sputter. eventually untying you so you can suck him properly.

grinding into you whenever he wants. touching you like property. shota’s hands under your shirt or down your panties out of the blue just to tease you and hear you whine. bending you over when you’re in the middle of something and pulling your pants down to kiss your ass and thighs before he puts his hand or his mouth between your legs. pulling your clothes back up when he’s got you almost shaking under his touch.

shota fucking you stupid whenever. not much warning, just a little spit before he’s splitting you wide open, no matter if you think it hurts or not.

making you cum as many times as he wants. free use is his excuse to hold a wand to you as long as he’d like.

cockwarming. so much cockwarming, especially late at night if he can’t sleep.

Girl, I Do This Often

Synopsis. How does he cope with a séx ban? He doesn’t.

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, established relationship, rough séx, unprotected, stuff with pantíes, gaggíng, bréeding, Nanami is a bit mean, overstím, finger suckíng, really desperate boys, light smackíng (Nanami), bondagé + víbrators (Geto), swearing.

Word count. 5.2k

A/N. Guess what, ya girl just turned 19 yippeeeee.

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - 4 days

On the first day, Toji’s more amused than anything.

A sex ban? With him? Ridiculous, he predicted a full 24 hours before you come crawling back, just begging to be split-apart on his cock. And he tells you so, too - a little over five times as he kisses your pouty lips, muttering a smug, “You’ll be eating your words soon enough, doll.”

By the third day, he’s beginning to think that okay, maybe you were serious about the ban after all. How cute - real cute. 

He’s left to do nothing but complain pathetically on the phone to a very reluctant Shiu. Who doesn’t have much to say other than cut off Toji’s ramblings about “not having your pretty pussy all day” to groan, “Shut the fuck up and beg for her forgiveness. I’m hanging up.”

Toji can only scoff at the thought. Beg for forgiveness? Him? Toji Fushiguro never begs, he never-

That was until the fourth day. 

With you - bent over the kitchen counter in his t-shirt - and nothing but his t-shirt.

“Please, pretty.” Toji drags his lips down your neck, just loving the way your traitorous hips are grinding back into his. “Said m’sorry, right? Don’t ya miss this?”

And you can only look behind your shoulder at the big arms around your waist, muscled thighs pressed up against yours. Angling your head just right to catch the way his hands snake down to your squirming hips to help you draw slow little circles against the rock-hard erection straining against his pants.

So close. So big.

Big enough that you’re almost thinking of throwing this sec ban out of the window altogether - almost.

But that little smirk of Toji’s is infuriating enough that you’re gasping out a breathless little, “I-I’m still mad at you, y’know? You never let me-” The words die in your throat as Toji pulls his pants down just enough for his aching cock to spring free. So angry and painfully hard, leaking hot precum all over your thighs. 

“No no no- hah. Keep talking.” he grits out, breath hot against your ear. Hips pushing and pulling. “Please- keep talking.”

And fuck you didn’t know what was harder - trying to find your voice, or ripping your eyes away from Toji’s cock long enough that you could. 

“B-because you-” you choke out, watching the way he takes his massive cock in his hands. Staring to pump so slow - so lazy - no rhythm or reason other than getting off so filthily to the sound of your voice. “You never let me take-” He wraps your smaller hands around his dick, so hot and heavy in your palms. “-charge.”

“F-fuck-” Toji lets out a low hiss, head thrown back as you thumb teasingly under his sensitive slit, trying to fuck something delicious out. “Yer killin’ me doll. Killing me.” Whether from your words or from the way you’re sliding him so lewdly between your puffy folds, you didn’t know. 

And Toji didn’t either. Hell, he doesn’t even seem to be breathing as he shifts his toned hips so familiarly. Head filled with only you and your heavenly cunt and you. 

“Toji-” you mewl. “Need you so bad.”

If he was any lesser man, Toji would’ve just bullied himself into your dripping cunt already, fucked you into the counter until there was nothing about any sex ban in your pretty lil’ mind. Instead, he’s panting out an absolutely wrecked, “Please. Then take all the charge you want, pretty.”  Fat head lining up with your sloppy hole. “Next time.”

And oh has it really been that long?

Because Toji’s just barely pushing into your plushy walls, and he already feels like he could cum right then and there. The stretch too sinful. Your walls too tight. So cute how you’re already mumbling his name so deliriously. 

“Awww,” he coos, watching awe-struck at the way you flatten your hands on the counter, fucking yourself back into him in short, shallow little grinds. “The s-sex ban was for ah- nothing, huh?”

You’re pulling him impossibly closer by the hair, catching his lips in such a searing kiss. Drinking in Toji’s guttural grunt as you bite down on his lower lip, “Are ya gonna sh-shut up n’ fuck me or do I need ngh- another sex ban?”

“No, ma’am.” he grins, kissing back so mockingly soft. And you know he’s making fun of you with the way he’s twitching so wildly inside your pussy. Veins dragging against all the right spots as he reels his hips back, back, back - only to slam his cock fully inside. “Guess you’re the one mm- in charge right now, huh?”

Over and over again. Fucking you exactly the way he’s wanted these past four days - and then some. 

Hitting your cervix - but it feels like your fucking lungs. Heavy balls smacking against your ass, so hard that he’s sure it’ll leave some obscene marks for him to point out next time. One hand around your throat, the other keeping your slutty, trembling hips in place while you’re torn between running away and bucking back for more more more-

“Right here.”

It’s all you can do to whirl your head around, eyes glassy and unfocused, whining a broken, “Wh-what?” 

“Right…” Trailing down, featherlight, right where he knew he was wrecking your insides. “Here. S’where I belong.” Pressing hard. “N’ m’gonna make sure you don’t forget it.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - 1 week

A week. One week of being patient with your silly idea to “spice things up”. One week of pretending like he wasn’t excusing himself during important meetings to have his cock in his hands - thinking of nothing but you and that sinful little dress you had on today.

One week was all it took for Nanami to have a bad day at work. And you could tell when he did. 

By the way that front door slammed, unfamiliarly harsh footsteps sounding against the hardwood floors. And all it takes is one look at you laid out so prettily on the couch and Nanami’s mouth drops into a soft oh! 

One hand immediately loosening his tie, the other snaking down to his belt. Ashen, tense, - and you have half the mind to wonder whether he’s even breathing. 

Not even looking at you as he mutters a low, “Panties off. Spread those legs.”

That was a few hours ago. 

Before you knew it, your husband had you splayed out like such a slut for him on the couch - too starved to even think about making it to the bed. Legs on his sculpted shoulders, panties in tatters on the floor because you were taking too fucking long. Cock so angry and sensitive as he bullies into your snug cunt, stuffing you full of his cum.

Again. And again and again like he wanted to fuck any and every thought of that stupid sex ban out of your delirious mind. 

“K-Kento- what-” he pulls you into a bruising kiss. Just a sloppy clash of teeth and spit and hands everywhere. “You’re ngh- different.”

At this, Nanami has the audacity to laugh - laugh. Hips snapping impossibly deeper, “Yeah? N’ who’s fault is hah- that? Who’s fault is it th-that we ended hngh- up like-” Pushing your knees all the way up to your tits, groaning at the mess of cum and slick pooling beneath you. “-this?”

Cock just ramming into you, prominent veins nudging against your gummy walls so agonizingly. The couch creaking in protest as he uses your pretty lil’ cunt exactly the way he’s been fantasizing this past week.

And when all you can do is let out delirious little moans in response, Nanami raises his hand up, up, up. Coming down on your ass, hard. 

Smack!

“Didn’t you know we’d end up here?”

Oh the words hit you harder than that large palm-print stinging your ass. Tight pussy clenching and trying to milk the fucking soul out of him as you sob, “I- I didn’t-” Smack! You’re jolting at the impact, hips bucking wildly as you gasp, “-I did! Wanted this so bad, Kento. I did I did-”

And yeah, Nanami knew that. He knew you’d pulled this little “sex ban” stunt to make him break - to have him fuck you like the slut you are. But hearing the words from your pretty mouth had his balls squeezing so painfully. 

“Knew it.” he manages to grit out. “Knew you were such a slut, my love.” Words strained with each harsh thrust, “N’ as my slut, y-you can ngh- take one more, right?” You keen at how soft his tone was, like he was whispering sweet little nothings to you instead of promises to absolutely break you. Fingers trailing down to draw lewd patterns on your throbbing clit, “Right?”

And as if to prove you could, he’s squeezing his swollen cock harder into your plushy walls. Faster. Unforgiving. Fat, leaking tip hitting all those sweet spots he’s mapped out, in time with his abuse on your clit.

“Didn’t hah- have to lock myself in my office for nothing, right?” Pulling your trembling hips flush against his toned ones, “Have to get by with j-just a pretty picture this week for nothing?” Hips out of control now. Bruising. Almost painful with the stretch and the sheer pressure of being so full. “S’all for this, right?”

Smack! 

“Oh God, Kento- Fuck fuck fuck fuck.”

“Yeah? Feels good?” he nips at your lower lip, “Good enough to fuck- take another one?”

You were sure if he came once more then it might just be the death of you.

You’re not even lucid enough to realize what reaction you’re giving him - all you know is that it isn’t good enough for Nanami. 

Because he lets out a tut, hand dancing across your stomach to where he knew he was absolutely making a mess of you inside. 

“Fine.” And something about the way he says it makes your heart stop, already knowing that it didn’t bode well for you or your poor cunt. “Guess I hafta ngh- help you.” Sure enough, Nanami wastes no time before pushing down on your abdomen. 

The both of you watch - awe-struck and speechless - as your overfilled pussy gushes all around him. 

And shit neither of you can even begin to think of what a bitch it’ll be to clean out this couch later on. Too caught up in the way you’re soaking Nanami’s merciless cock in that sinful mix of cum and slick. Thick, and hot, drooling down the side of your puffy folds. 

“See? Enough space, no?”

You raise your eyes, teary and hazy with lust, up to meet Nanami’s darkened ones and oh-

You weren’t going to make it out alive. 

Especially not when he leans down, whispering so raggedly in your ear, “Now I get to give ya another week’s worth more, right?”

♡ GETO SUGURU - 9 days

Bzzzt-bzzzt-bzzzt-

You didn’t know how it ended up this way. How that stupid bet about who’d be the needier one made Geto the one with the sex ban. 

How he had you tied across from him so prettily on the bed, a bullet vibrator stuffed up your dripping cunt, unable to do anything but whine and watch as he spreads his bare, muscled thighs.

Tip flushed your favorite shade of pink, matching those panties wrapped around his throbbing cock. So angry and leaking all over his fist as one hand slides up, up, up. The other, fiddling with that tiny metal remote. 

“You’re drooling, gorgeous. So desperate, huh?”

You know you aren’t - but you can’t help the way your face burns at your boyfriend’s low chuckle. Thighs squeezing together at the heavenly sight before you. “N-no fair, Sugu.” you whine. “I want to-”

Intensity setting 2.

But whatever words get stuck in your throat as Geto draws harsh, quick little circles on the intensity setting, smirking at the way you’re so wrecked already. 

Bzzzt-bzzzt-bzzzt-

“I-I want to-” he mocks your pathetic little whines, acting for all the life of him that they didn’t make his dick twitch so wildly in his hands. “My poor baby. S’not nice, right?” And if you were embarrassed before then it was absolutely nothing in comparison to when Geto knits his brows in mock concern, eyes locked on yours. Hand still moving down his cock, “But isn’t this what you wanted? With the sex ban? Isn’t this-” Hips bucking up to show off how sloppily he’s fucking his fist - and your panties along with it, “-what you were asking for?”

“No.” you’re tugging at the ties at your wrist, “I wanted…”

Intensity setting 3. 

But oh it’s like Geto was well and fully intent on leaving you speechless - and succeeding at it too. 

Because he immediately brings up your panties - flimsy and just so soaked - up to his face, breathing in so filthily. And as if he couldn’t help himself - as if he didn’t want to help himself - the remote falls out of Geto’s hand, “accidentally” locked on the highest setting, first wrapping around his cock to make a mess of himself. 

“F-fuck-” he cracks one eye open, balls squeezing so painfully at the way you were almost in tears trying to get some semblance of friction. “Heh, looks like I’m winning the bet.”

You scoff, but it comes out so pathetically like a whine. “You’re a cheater, I’d have w-won this bet otherwise.”

Ah, how Geto loved your smart mouth - though, he probably loved it even more when you’re fucked dumb. But, right now, bet at the forefront of his mind, the next best thing he could do is shove those sinful panties into your mouth. 

Hand flying up and down his cock faster and faster as you choke like such a slut on it. Greedily eyeing the way your lip wobbles, big fat tears welling up in your eyes, cunt all glistening and quivering as Geto blindly reaches behind to grab ahold of that remote again. 

Intensity setting 4. 

“And you’re too cute.” he drops his head, breath ghosting your lips. “So if you ask me nicely I might just-” Thumb playing around with the intensity, pressing down, hard. As if it would translate to your needy cunt, “-give you my cock, gorgeous.”

Bzzzt-bzzzt-bzzzt-

It’s all you can do to keen as his fingers get faster on the remote, other hand getting so sloppy on his painfully hard cock. Matching that sinful little ah! ah! ah! leaving your swollen lips. Sinful - and stubborn, still refusing to say those words that you knew Geto wanted to hear so badly. 

“Awww, still not giving up?” At your delirious little headshake, “Then how about this?” 

Intensity setting 5. 

And shit it makes you arch off the bed entirely. It makes you let out a strangled yelp of, “Oh- fuck. Fuck fuck fuck Sugu, m’gonna-” It makes you cum.

“Tha’s it.” Geto can’t help but let go of his aching cock to draw rough, messy little circles on your clit. Grinning at the way you’re so pretty when you cum untouched - all for him. Over and over and- He reaches over to catch your lips with his, tongue dancing with yours, around your soaked panties. 

So filthy and dizzying that he almost forgets about that bet - almost. Because you’re murmuring something so incoherent into his lips. 

Bzzzt-bzzzt-bzzzt-

God, doesn’t matter who wins next time - he needs to fucking do this again.

“What’s that?” he leans in tauntingly, pulling the fabric out of your mouth, finger still running circles around the intensity. Absolutely addicted to the way you’re twitching and whining at the aftershocks of your orgasm, “M’sorry, gorgeous, this vibrator is too loud. Speak up f’me, hm?”

“P-please fuck me, Sugu.”

“Thought you’d never ask.”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - 21 hours

If Choso had it his way, then you’d both still be at home and he’d be balls-deep inside your sloppy pussy - fucking you over and over into the mattress until the neighbours file another noise complaint. 

But, alas, Jin Itadori was sure to hire a hitman - or worse, Sukuna - on him if he missed another family dinner. Which is how it ended up with you, sat so prettily across the table from him, watching through his long lashes at the way that red dress hugged you so sinfully. 

So right, in a way that made Choso almost jealous. So irresistibly, in a way that had Sukuna looking over a few too many times and-

Choso’s chair almost hits the floor with how fast he stands.

Fuck it.

“Sh-shit, Choso I-” 

“Keep ah- that dress up, baby. Unless ya wanna get it d-dirty.” he’s panting into your open mouth,  tongue so hotly toying with yours as he gives you another harsh thrust. “Though, I don’t ngh- mind.”

And he was telling the truth, too. Choso was in no way gentle with the way he had you sat on the bathroom counter, flimsy dress bunched up at your hips. Strong arms spreading your legs so shamefully while he bullied his cock into you with reckless abandon.

Over and over and-

“Cho!” you yelp, as he hits that one spot so expertly. Flashing you a fucked-out grin as how you’re scrambling to cover your mouth. “Th-they’ll hear.”

“So?”

And it’s all you can do to stop your jaw from falling slack once more - both in disbelief and at the way he’s fucking you so mean. So desperately like he hasn’t in months - years, even. Just unfocused, sloppy movements to milk his cock on your snug cunt.

“I don’t mind hah- that either.” Hand dipping underneath your soaked panties - just lazily pulled to the side - to roll your swollen clit between two fingers. “W-what I do mind is my oh- fuck girl holdin’ out on me and wearing that fucking dress on the s-same day.”

Oh you knew you were pushing the limits of your sex ban by wearing his favorite dress, that it would drive him absolutely wild. You just didn’t know it would be this easy.

“But you promised.” you’re letting out such broken little whines, muffled through your fingers, ones that go straight to Choso’s achingly hard cock. “You hngh- promised we wouldn’t at your family’s…”

The only response you get is Choso rolling his hips deeper into yours, so bruising in a way you knew would make you feel so guilty even when all the marks are covered up. Leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck in time with the way he alternates between hitting your poor, abused cervix and that one spot. 

Gasping out a ragged, “I know- I know I know fuck- Hah- I know.” Words strained - like he was losing a bit of his sanity with each thrust. And needed you to be the same. “But shit, baby. Do you know how p-pretty you look right now? Hngh- how fuckable?”

“Y-you’re so fuckin’ dirty.” you mewl, as if you were any better. As if your gummy walls weren’t sucking the fuckin soul out of Choso right now. “Should’ve made the ngh- sex ban even long-”

He bites down at the soft crook of your neck, growling out a little, “Don’t even joke about that.” 

And if Choso expected a response, then he didn’t act that way. 

Hips just erratic against yours, fingers even worse. Not even moving in circles anymore, just messy, sloppy patterns to-

No. 

You gasp at the realization, the deft movements of Choso’s fingers, and it just makes you all the more fucked-out underneath him. Scrambling to grab at the counter - Choso’s hair - his shoulders - just anything and everything to stop yourself from alerting the entire household to what you two were up to. Letting him fuck you like his favorite sextoy, fingers so so messy and spelling out a relentless little C-H-O-S-O-C-H-O-S-

And then you’re cumming and cumming so hard that it almost hurts. Stars behind your eyes, blood roaring in your eyes. Choso’s massive cock fucking any and every thought of the dinner just downstairs out of your mind. 

“F-fuck fuck fuck- ngh- we’re never coming back here for dinner again.”

And it’s all you can do to drag your nails down his broad back, leaving deep red marks that make his balls squeeze so painfully. 

It makes him throw his head back, gasping out your name so loud. It makes him pull your hips so bruisingly against his. 

It makes him cum, spilling thick, hot ropes of cum into your pussy. So messy with the way it’s too much to bear, dribbling down your swollen folds, forming a lewd little pool below you. And Choso doesn’t give a fuck - doesn’t care if he leaves marks that everyone will see. Or if that slutty dress of yours has a suspicious little damp patch as he swiftly pulls out to snap your panties back in place. 

Whispering lowly against your lips, “K-keep it in till we leave, hm?”

“Cho-”

Knock! Knock! Knock!

“The fuck? You brats fall in or something?”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - 2 days

The great Ryomen Sukuna has always been terrifying - but never before has he been this ruthless. So utterly savage. Destroying every single curse he comes across in the blink of an eye - friend or foe, big or small. 

Why? All because he hasn’t been able to fuck your pretty lil’ cunt in two days. Which, in his opinion, are two days too long. All because of some stupid little experiment about wanting to see how long it would take to see the king of curses crack.

And when those trembling curses heard about this ah- sex ban through the grapevine, well, they wrote it off as another baseless rumor. Ha, Ryomen Sukuna cracking? Never. 

“Please…brat.” he bites down on your earlobe, further pushing up your expensive robes - ones he’d bought just to get on your good side - to sink his cock deeper inside your heavenly cunt. “There I said it. Now jus’ a bit more-”

And maybe you’re a mastermind - maybe you’re an idiot. Because you’re digging your heels into the mattress, pushing off ever-so-slightly from his aching hard cock. So thick and angry as it slips out of your sloppy hole. 

You bat your lashes so deceivingly innocently up at a pissed off Sukuna, “I didn’t like your tone.” Crossing your legs to cover that view he was so fixated on, “Either you beg n’ start all over again or-”

“Fine.” he grits out the word, like it physically hurt to. Though, nothing for what falls from his lips next, “Please.”

“Louder.”

“Please.”

There you had it. And you can’t help but smirk, “Well, I liked that one-”

Nothing more is said - in Sukuna’s eyes, nothing more has to be said. Because he’s got his favorite lil’ human all needy and spread so shamefully in front of him, what more could he want? Sukuna grabs your ankles, pulling you to him like a ragdoll. Wasting no time before he’s splitting you apart on his rock-hard cock.

“Ya don’t hah- know how many curses I killed these past two days.” he kisses your ankles so softly. “How many I wanted to kill.”

And God, if you didn’t know any better you’d say it’s like he wanted to kill you with the way Sukuna barely even gives you time to adjust. Stuffing you full of his cock, so hot and thumping against your gummy walls in a maddening little bump! bump! bump! 

Letting out a strangled moan of, “There you go.” Brows scrunching together, looking wrecked already as he rocks his hips into yours - fast. Hard. hands coming up underneath your ass to arch you deeper into him, “Squeezin’ me so- tight. Heh, almost ”

“Oh hngh- ‘Kuna!” you moan, eyes snapping down to the way your cunt was taking him up so good. Puffy folds bulging around his massive cock, looking like they were sucking the fucking soul out of Sukuna as his massive cock disappears in and out in and out in and- “S’too- much-”

“Shut up.” he drops his head, one hand so bruising all over your body - groping your ass, your tits, playing with your throbbing clit. “Ya wanted hah- me to talk, right? And I say-” The other, squeezing your cheeks together into a pathetic lil’ pout, “Open up.”

It’s so embarrassing the way you can’t do anything but let your mouth fall open so sluttily, tongue lolling out just in time to catch the stream of saliva as Sukuna spits once. Twice. 

So filthy with the way he lets it splatter against the corner of your mouth - on purpose. 

“Wanted the king to beg, huh?” Each word is punctuated by such a harsh thrust, twitching balls stinging against your ass. “Well you got it. H-how does it feel, huh?”

And you couldn’t speak up even if you wanted to. Sukuna’s hand too tight around your face, cock too merciless. Slamming his hips down faster and faster as he runs his mouth, like he was taking revenge for the last two days. Again. And again. And again and again-

Grinning at your delirious little gurgles, “Heh, what? Can’t talk?” 

And as if to prove his point, Sukuna loops two big arms around your waist, falling back on his knees with you sat like such a slut on his cock. Fingers lacing above your head to sink you impossibly deeper and deeper-

“Oh my god- K-” Your breath hitches as he fucks up into you so easily. Feeling more and more like some plaything with each ripple of his muscles underneath your legs. So hard you were sure it would leave marks - both confirming and condemning those rumors you knew have been flying around. His balls on your ass, thighs underneath yours, nails dragging lightly down your skin. 

Resting on your waist, holding your quivering hips still as he grunts, “Now shut up. M’gonna get my fill of the last two days.”

♡ GOJO SATORU - 4 hours

To the great Gojo Satoru, this droning, 4-hour meeting with the elders was a nightmare. To you, it was exactly where you wanted him

It wasn’t often that the strongest was tense - jittery, even, like he was about to jump out of his seat at any given moment. But, really, it was almost impossible not to, considering that stern talking-to you’d given him about “no sneaking out during meetings.” Especially when you’re sat across from him looking so beautifully unbothered.

Your smile too pretty, your uniform unbuttoned just enough that it gave him such a heavenly view when you bent over just so.  

Oh, how Gojo wishes he could just-

And that was when he felt it. 

That slow, slight touch up his inner thigh - so fleeting and light that he almost thinks he’s imagining it. But, no, Gojo could never mistake any touch from you. 

It sends his entire skin burning to catch your eye ever-so-briefly from across the table. A tiny smirk gracing those pretty lips as your heel inches up, up, up-

“Gojo, do you have anything to comment on the recent increase in curse sightings?”

He stifles a groan underneath one palm, the other snaking under the table just in time to catch your ankle before you can carefully slip away. “I think…” he manages to grit out, heady gaze flitting over to yours, “-that is a question my lovely wife and I must discuss first.”

Oh? 

And then, your back is hitting a plush mattress before you know it - long before the realization hits you that this bastard just fucking teleported the two of you to your bedroom. 

“T-Toru-” you sputter out, whatever reprimand getting stuck in your throat at how desperate Gojo was acting. Your uniform buttons hitting the floor as he rips open your shirt, hands bunching up your skirt, only having enough patience to just pull aside your soaked panties, rolling your pretty clit between two fingers. Needy. “The meeting-”

“The meeting isn’t here now, right?” 

Words so hoarse it takes you a moment to recognize it as your husband’s. You were only beginning to wonder just what the fuck you’ve gotten yourself into when Gojo tugs down his pants just enough that his rock-hard cock springs free.

And oh then it makes sense. Because Gojo was so hard that it looked painful - so so red, and angry. Soaked in enough precum that it made a damp little patch on his trousers, heavy balls twitching at the mere sound of your voice.

“D-didn’t I say no sneaking out this time, Toru?” You buck into his touch, despite your words, eyes locked on the way Gojo stops toying with your clit to pool your sweet sweet juices on his fingertips.

“You did.” Raising his long, glossy fingers to those pretty pink lips, “But this is teleporting, not sneaking out, sweetheart.”

Gojo’s like a man possessed as he pops your slick-covered fingers into his mouth, eyes rolling to the back of his head at the sinful taste. 

Gasping out a wet, “Fuck the ban. Can’t go without ya. Can’t-” One hand sliding his fat tip between your swollen folds, up and down up and down - spreading them apart, just barely dipping into your sloppy entrance. “-can’t live without this pretty cunt.”

And then it’s like something snaps - Gojo’s patience, his sanity, the last of his restraint as he sinks his throbbing cock into your plushy walls. 

Pushing past that first, tight ring of muscle, and at the first feeling of your gummy walls milking his cock, he pants out a strained, “Fuck- oh fuck fuck fuck, yer the stuff of dreams, my girl. This cunt- ngh-” Pushing your legs further apart, fingers back on your clit “-would’ve fucked this cunt right in ah- front of those old toads. But, you’re lucky I’m a jealous man.”

“Oh- oh my god, s’too- too- big!”

God, you needed to spread your legs more - as if they weren’t being folded apart so easily by a delirious Gojo - maybe breathe, try to relax because Gojo was so big. And so unforgiving. 

Feeling like he was pushing all the way into your lungs as he thrusts in quick, shallow little thrusts to bully himself inside your snug cunt. Jagged - like he was fighting with some absolutely, depraved, feral part of himself. 

You can feel the way your hips are torn between pushing away and grinding back down for more more more- And Gojo can, too.

“No-” he hisses. Brows scrunching in frustration, hips becoming more and more sloppy - frenzied. “No no no no no- hold on, sweetheart. Need this, need this so bad.”

Going faster. 

Deeper. 

You sob, ankles locking around his slutty waist. “B-but Toru-” You make a feeble last attempt at regaining your sanity. Your entire body jolting as Gojo presses so hard on your clit. “-we should ngh- hurry up. W-we’ll be late to the meeting-”

But does it really matter? Gojo doesn’t think so, not when he finally bottoms out in one, rough thrust. Groaning as his sensitive balls smack your ass.

Your cunt so slutty and tight - sucking him up so good despite your cute lil’ pleas about something stupid like “responsibilities”. 

So he really can’t help the way he wastes no time before reeling his hips back - all the way till his weeping tip is just kissing your sloppy hole. Before fucking into you completely - rough. Unrestrained. The same way he imagined taking you on that meeting room table. Over and over and-

“Not yet.” he grins against your lips, “We’re not done discussing the recent increase in curse sightings.”

A/N. Gojo’s came out toooo long I don’t even like this man fr (loud incorrect buzzer).

Plagiarism not authorized.

mod, i want your *honest* opinion on this : what do you think would happen if i stuck refrigerator magnets onto P03?

Well hopefully if you put enough on there they would just wipe his hard drive and we could all finally live in peace