Snow Leopard Gojo - Part 2 (∩˃o˂∩) ♡ Nsfw!
Snow Leopard Gojo - part 2 (∩˃o˂∩) ♡ nsfw!
Shoving a six-foot-something hybrid into a closet was… not your finest moment.
“Get in,” you hissed, palms pressed uselessly against Satoru’s bare chest, a chest that felt more like marble than flesh, all hard planes and warmth. He loomed over you, grinning like a cat who’d not only found the cream but also knocked it over for fun.
“Aw, but it’s cozy in here,” he purred, peering past you at the mountain of laundry and half-empty shoeboxes cluttering your closet. His tail swished lazily, brushing your ankle. “Smells like you, too. Cute.”
“Satoru-”
“Shh, your mom’s gonna hear~,” he sing-songed, bending down until his breath ghosted your ear. “Unless you want her to find us like this?”
Your face flamed. “Don’t be dumb.”
With a theatrical, yet awfully bratty sigh, he finally stepped backward, folding himself onto the floor like a contortionist. The Hello Kitty towel around his hips rode up dangerously, and you swore he did it on purpose. “Don’t miss me too much,” he whispered, wiggling his big, calloused fingers in a mocking wave.
You slammed the door, heart thundering.
The next thirty minutes were agony. Your mother, bless her, had arrived with tupperwares of veggie gyoza and white chocolate chip cookies, her smile soft as she fussed over your “tired eyes” and “skinny arms.” But every creak of the floorboards made you twitch. Your gaze kept darting to the bedroom door, half-expecting Satoru to waltz out, towel dropped, declaring, “Surprise! I’m her new roommate!”
Somehow, he stayed put.
Once your mom left, you flung the closet open, only to freeze.
Satoru sat cross-legged amidst your soft sweaters, his snow-white hair mussed adorably. The towel remained (thank heavens), but clutched in his hands was…
“Are those my-SATORU!”
He blinked up at you, your cotton, strawberry-print panties dangling from his teeth like a hunter’s prize. “Mmrf?”
His pupils were blown wide, blue barely peeking from black. Your heart dropped to your bum as you saw that those were the panties you wore yesterday… As in, not washed, dried, faint slick still clung to the middle.
What?!
“You-you pervert!” You lunged, snatching the fabric away. His plush lips quirked into a smirk, and you knew he’d been waiting for this. “Why would you- how even- ?!”
“They smell like you,” he said simply, as if that explained everything. Before you could die, he leaned forward and licked a stripe up your tiny neck. His pink, rough tongue scraping your pulse point.
“Eep!” You reeled back, clutching your throat. “Warn a girl!”
“But where’s the fun in that?” He unfolded himself, tail curling around your waist to steady you. “C’mon, I’m starving… Especially after smelling you. Feed me!”
You didn’t acknowledge the “smelling you” part, merely walking to the kitchen with your tummy in swirls, heart beating faster than a spooked bunny’s.
Dinner was a spectacle. You’d cooked the lamb chops thoroughly, plating them with rice and veggies, a meal fit for, well, a person. Satoru took one look at the knife and fork, snorted, and dug in with his hands, tearing into the meat like it owed him fresh ibex.
“You’re supposed to chew, not inhale,” you muttered, nibbling one of the cookies your mom brought. Your dinner was… weird most of the time. You had warm milk with chocolate in your miffy cup, getting curious side eyes from Satoru.
He paused, a glob of sauce on his cheek. “Want me to lick the plate next?”
“No.”
“You’re no fun.” Still, he let you drag him to the sink afterward, pouting as you scrubbed his hands with citrus-scented soap. “Y’know, my tongue’s self-cleaning.”
“And I’m self-respecting. Keep your icky germs to yourself.”
As night fell, Satoru’s true origin spilled out between stolen bites of your cookies. The Himalayas. Poachers. A wealthy owner who’d treated him like a trophy. “Boring lady,” he grumbled, tail thumping the couch. “All she did was take pics for her shitty Instagram. No belly rubs or cuddles. No fun.”
Your chest ached. “So you… ran?”
“Duh.” He flicked your nose. “Best decision ever. Led me to you.”
You busied yourself with dishes to hide your blush. Satoru saw it, though. His tail swished in quiet victory, more like self-satisfaction.
Bedtime brought a fresh battle.
You had just finished a relaxing shower, your room smelled of lavender, the lingering scent of your body wash. Changing was meh. You changed in your tiny closet, worried Satoru might walk in and see you naked, but once done, and in your small, soft, very lacy nightgown, you felt more than ready to sleep.
But just as you lay down, you saw Satoru peeking through your cracked open door, his expression beyond cute, just as annoying. It was obvious where his eyes were, trailing your pert body. You felt his pretty blue’s burn harshly on your perky breasts, on your hips, put on display by your little nightgown.
“Bad kitty,” you said, tossing a miffy plushie at Satoru’s smug face. Your cheeks turned rosy, bothered that a mere look from the man could make you so… shy. “You’re sleeping on the couch.”
He’d changed into your brother’s old sweatpants (too short, clinging to his calves) and a Hello Kitty tee that stretched obscenely over his pecs, the hem riding up to reveal a sliver of toned stomach. “But it’s cold,” he whined, flopping onto your pink bed like an overpowered little prince with the caught plush in hand, well, not little. “And lonely. And scary.”
“You’re a snow leopard. You are scary.”
“Please?” He rolled onto his back, paws (hands? Hands.) clasped under his chin. Moonlight gilded his white, thick lashes, his eyes shimmering like twin lagoons. “I’ll be a good boy. Promise.”
You lasted ten seconds.
“Fine. But no funny business.”
He celebrated by rolling himself into a burrito with your Hello Kitty quilts, wrapping you in a cocoon of warmth with his ridiculously strong arms. His purr rumbled through you, low and steady, his nose nuzzling your hair.
“Hey,” you whispered, fingers brushing the collar still snug around his throat. “Why don’t you take this off?”
He stiffened, then sighed. “…It’s a reminder. That I’m mine now. Not hers.”
Your heart squeezed. “You are.”
“Yours too, maybe,” he murmured, so quietly you almost missed it.
You fell asleep like that, his tail draped over your hip, his breath soft in your ear, his strong heartbeat like a gentle lullaby, and the strangest, sweetest sense that this jerk wasn’t that much of a jerk.
The rhythm you’d carved out with Satoru was… peculiar, but precious. Mornings began with him sprawled across your chest like a living weighted blanket, his tail flicking your chin until you groaned awake, just like how he was in his cub form. He’d trail you to the kitchen, stealing bites of your buttered, honeyed toast (despite his carnivorous hate for carbs) and sipping your orange juice straight from the carton, just to watch you squawk. Afternoons were for sunbeams, he’d claim the best patches of light, melting into a puddle of purrs near the TV, while you tackled textbooks at the table. Evenings? Those belonged to his obsession with your bathtub. He’d soak for far too long, clouding the water with lavender bubbles, his ears peeking over the rim like misbehaving marshmallows.
When you’d come in to scold him, he’d pout and dry off, mumbling about how “mean” his owner is.
But today, something was off.
You’d returned from class bone-tired, your brain still buzzing with equations, only to freeze in the genkan. The air hummed with a sticky sweetness, honey drizzled over sea salt, floral but feral. Your stomach flipped. “Satoru…?”
No answer.
The apartment was eerily tidy. No half-eaten steak abandoned on the counter, no trail of shed fur leading to the couch. No Digimon reruns on TV… Just silence, thick and syrupy. Your pulse spiked as you crept toward the bedroom.
There, curled in a shivering heap on your rumpled sheets, was Satoru.
“Oh my god-” You rushed to him, knees hitting the mattress. He clutched your pillow to his face, his knuckles white, breath ragged. His usual alabaster skin was flushed rose-pink, sweat glistening at his temples. The scent intensified here, heady, intoxicating, like orchids dipped in musk.
“Satoru, look at me,” you pleaded, cupping his jaw. His eyes cracked open, pupils blown so wide his irises were mere slivers of Arctic blue. They glowed faintly, fever-bright. “What’s wrong? Are you sick? Do you need-?”
“Heat,” he rasped, voice shredded. His claws snagged the pillowcase, threads snapping. “It’s- hah- not… not your problem. Just… go.”
“Go? You’re burning up!” You pressed a cold, tiny palm to his forehead; he whimpered, nuzzling into your touch like a starved kitten. “Why didn’t you tell me this could happen?!”
“‘Cause it’s embarrassing,” he hissed, though the effect was ruined by how he arched into your hand, chasing your fingers as you brushed his hair back. “Snow leopards don’t- nngh- don’t do this every year. Just… when we…” His throat bobbed. “…find a mate.”
Your breath hitched. “Oh.”
“Not that I’m- ah- proposing,” he gritted out, tail lashing. “Just… biology being a dick. I’ll be fine. Go.”
But his body betrayed him. He shuddered violently, a broken whine escaping as he rutted against the mattress, hips stuttering. You saw the way his stiff cock pushed against the cotton of his pajamas, the way there was a tiny patch of wetness… pre cum staining the fabric. The motion sent a bolt of heat straight to your cheeks, but not more than the way the bed shook faintly, just a mere glimpse of how strong he is.
“Stop being stubborn,” you whispered, climbing onto the bed. Your pink sundress rode up to your pretty thighs as you settled against the headboard, legs folded. “C’mere.”
Satoru stared at you, conflicted, pride warring with desperation. Then, with a tiny wounded noise, he crawled into your lap, his face buried in the crook of your neck. He was trembling, his skin scorching through your clothes.
“Shh, it’s okay,” you murmured, cradling his head. His ears flattened, velvety against your palms. “You’re okay.”
“Not okay,” he choked out, fingers clawing the sheets instead of your hips- oh, never mind, his fingers started to knead your hips, like dough. “You’re too… soft. Smell too good. Hate this.”
“I know,” you soothed, rocking gently. “Just breathe.” Funny thing is, your heart was racing, you should breathe too, but the way Satoru touched you went straight to your core, making you sticky, your panties clinging to the fluid.
You traced idle patterns over his back, avoiding the dip of his spine where his tail met skin, yet that didn’t change a thing. He jerked, a guttural purr rattling his chest. You felt his lips on your neck, his fangs grazing your skin, begging to sink in, bite you as he fucked you senseless. “Fuck, baby- don’t- please- ”
“Does this help?” you asked softly, skimming your nails up his nape. Your cheeks burned as you saw the damp spot on his pajamas grow, like he was a leaking faucet of need.
“Yes. No. Stop.” He gasped, hips rolling helplessly, uselessly. “Don’t… don’t tease me.”
You weren’t, but hell, it felt like it. Your free hand rested on his tummy, shifting him a little to be comfier. Eyes trying to not stray to his weeping, cotton covered cock, the way it twitched, the way your core oozed more warm slick.
Satoru obviously caught on, having a sharp nose, but he just whined, feeling frustrated. He didn’t want to hurt you, in any way, so he tried to avoid the thought of rutting into you, feeling your tight, warm, gummy insides hug his thick length tight, how he’d fill you with his warm, salty release, maybe watch it flow out as he fingered it back in…
Fuck, this wasn’t helping.
“I’m not,” you promised, heart aching. His anguish was palpable, a storm of need and restraint. “Tell me what you need.”
“You,” he keened, the word raw. “But I can’t- won’t- hngh- ”
“Shh.” You pressed a soft kiss to his temple, tasting salt. “I’ve got you.”
Slowly, so slowly, you palmed his tummy, the muscles quivering beneath your touch. His breath hitched, a broken sound, but he didn’t pull away. You mapped the planes of his abdomen, going lower despite your heart beating too fast, your body feeling warm, gentling him like a spooked kitten. His purr stuttered, deepened, until the bed vibrated with it.
Satoru’s breath hitched when your tiny hand brushed the very bottom of his tummy, near his pubic bone. His eyes widened, up on yours as his hands clung to your dress, unintentionally pulling it down, revealing your baby-pink lace-covered, pert breasts.
Your hand hesitantly ran over his stiff cock, lips parting at the sheer size of him, how girthy and long- was his dick curved? You almost fainted, but Satoru’s whine, paired with his puffy lips clinging to your now released nipple, brought you back.
What?
Your panties flooded, and you mewled softly, palming his aching cock as you watched him suckle on your nipple like a hungry baby. His eyes shut a little, and his ears- oh, his cute ears twitched with each suck. His hips jerked up desperately, whimpering nonsense onto your breasts. His sharp little fangs brush the sensitive skin, leaving you a mess.
You couldn’t say no to him anymore. But you hadn’t a clue how to please a man… Sure, you saw a few videos before, a girl jerking her hand up and down the length, the man groaning before he came, but was it the same to every man? You saw the way Satoru was almost crying as he suckled, basking in your palming, but far too needy, far too eager for more.
Who were you to deny him?
You gently pulled his pajamas down, eliciting a whimper from his pink lips, still stubbornly latched onto your nipple. His other hand now kneads your other breast, eyes up on you, looking far too innocent for the situation.
“Shh, I got you, kitty. Let me take care of you.” Once his throbbing, girthy, long cock bobbed out from his pajamas, your eyes widened, pupils shifting to phantom hearts.
Holy shit.
Satoru was pure fantasy. His weeping dick, and swollen balls aching. His pinkish-red tip dribbled small amounts of milky release, his length covered in faint veins, curved faintly upwards, like a hook. Aroused was an understatement; you had the urge to sink down on him, despite your shy self, to feel his fat tip kiss your soft cervix…
Satoru suckled harder, nipping on your nipple, massaging the other until pliant. You glanced down at him, softly whimpering along to him as you began to follow pure instinct, jerking him off.
“There you go, kitty,” you whispered. “Just let go.”
He went boneless against you, limbs heavy, face barely hidden, his saliva bathing your now puffy nipple. His tail coiled around your ankle, an anchor.
Sweet thing hadn’t uttered a coherent word the entire time; that’s how gone he was. Your fingers grazed his swollen tip, adding more pressure to the length as you went up and down. Satoru’s whimper, alongside the jerk of his hips, with the hard nibble of your nipple, told you he was close.
So when his release fell like a waterfall, sticky white fluid spurting from his tip to his clenching tummy, all over your tiny hand, he trembled, ears twitching, tail shaking faintly. His lips didn’t leave your nipple, though, saliva strand staying intact as he looked up to you half lidded, whining softly.
“That’s it, baby… Such a good boy, hm?” You cooed softly, cheeks rosy, matching his. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, hands trembling softly. But when your sticky hand left his relaxed cock, he suckled more, almost begging to have some kind of physicality with you. Your hand cradling his head to your chest allowed him to, feeling your own arousal grow tenfold worse.
After a quick wipe of your sticky hand on his already messy pajamas, you let your hand rub his chest, noticing his sensitive spots far too easily. He whimpered quietly when your fingers lightly ran over his pink nipples, and when your nails brushed his collarbones.
By the time his breathing evened out, the room smelled of nothing but lavender, sticky release, and sleep.
His sleep.
Poor baby was worn out, overwhelmed from the pleasure, rightfully exhausted.
You didn’t move until moonlight spilled through the curtains. Slipping away only to first get a warm, wet cloth to clean his tummy, then you changed into your coziest Miffy pajamas, pulling a new pair out for him too. You returned to find him sprawled on his back, one arm flung over his eyes. The collar glinted in the dark, like his release.
You gently cleaned his saliva-ridden lips and chin, then his tummy, making sure to get his snowy happy trail clean from release. After removing his dirty pajamas and pulling his new ones up, you threw the cloth and pants in the laundry hamper, settling beside him with burning cheeks and a full heart.
“Stay,” he mumbled, hoarse but lucid, as you slid under the covers.
“Where else would I go? Silly kitty.” You curled into his side, head on his chest. His heartbeat soothed you, a steady drum beneath your ear.
Pleasuring him was scary at first, but… Now in bed, all comfy and warm with him, you felt far more confident, less shy about it. Sure, your panties were slick, messy with what he caused, but you’d deal with it later; now it was all about Satoru, your baby.
He hesitated, then wrapped around you, his nose in your hair. “…Thanks… ‘M sorry for-”
“Be quiet, ‘Toru, don’t say dumb stuff,” you teased.
He huffed a laugh, his ears burning pink, feeling surprisingly shy about being jerked off by his cute little owner. “Shut up.”
But his big, warm arms tightened, his purr resuming, softer now, a lullaby. You kissed the hollow of his strong throat, just above the collar.
“Next time,” you whispered, “don’t suffer alone. Please.”
He didn’t answer. Just nuzzled closer, his tail swathing your legs like the world’s fluffiest blanket.
But when you slept and felt his cheek nuzzle into your breasts, you knew the answer already.
Silly kitty.
End.
Whoa! That was a lot, but I hope you truly enjoyed :) I wrote 90% of this half awake, since that's when my brain just locks in and spills the best writing I could ever pull out. I absolutely adore this little munchkin, so I will be making silly little drabbles, both sfw and nsfw, when I have the time. Btw, all my nsfw content is NOT for minors, and please do note I have this written in my intro, which is pinned. Take care of yourselves, lovelies :P
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Character/s: All of Bonten
Warnings: f!reader, cursing, slight sexual themes, light angst, mentions of violence, reverse harem, mentions of breeding, pregnancy, a lot of fluff. Minors don't interact.
Synopsis: Part three of "for two". The due date is near, yet now you are having second thoughts.
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Pathetic. You were sure that you fit the description of a pathetic baby when you let out a tiny whine at the pillow on the ground, having fallen from your constant shifting on the bed. The urge to pick it up was there, nagging in your brain so you can go back to sleep to make up for the nights of restlessly tossing. But you couldn't—correction, your body can't with the condition you were in.
Belly already the size of a beachball, it looked like it could burst at any given moment despite the doctor telling you that the due date wouldn't be for another three weeks. Your feet were swollen most of the time with what was usually accompanied by backaches. If any of your enemies saw you in this state, they would have laughed boisterously.
Bonten's assassin—feared by many—now reduced to a crying mess all because of a pillow.
The silver-haired man sleeping next to you woke up with a start at the sniffles you produced, eyes bleary as he rubbed them as they searched for whatever was bothering you. The digital clock next to him displayed that it was still two in the morning. And for him, it was fucking early—considering he only had three hours of decent sleep. Seeing him awake and it was all your fault, your sniffles morphed into sobs which only alarmed him.
"B-babe, what's wrong?" Voice groggy, he patted your stomach with furrowed brows. The bags under his eyes were heavy. "Does it hurt somewhere? What's wrong—"
"Everything. Everything feels wrong, Hajime!" You complained, wiping the fat tears rolling down your cheeks. "My back hurts, my feet hurt as well—I can't even sleep due to the baby kicking and I pee constantly. And now my pillow fell off and I can't even reach for it without my back cracking as if I'm a fucking old lady. My whole life is a mess!" Sobbing into your hands, you felt a warm palm rubbing your back as the other pulled you close to Koko's bare chest.
He hushed you softly, still rubbing your back in assurance as you cried into his arms. "It's okay, babe. It'll be over soon, yeah? Didn't the doctor say last time? Your due date is near and the baby will be here—you're doing so well for the kid. So fucking well that we are all in awe." A chaste kiss was planted on your hair, followed by a light coo. "You're such a good mother, you know that?"
"I-I don't know about that." You stammered. "I'm such a novice that I feel like I'll do something wrong even before it begins. This is fucking scary, Haji... Scary that I'm about to welcome a baby into the world in a few weeks. Scared that I'll become a bad mother. It's scary enough that I'm bringing them into this world where all we do is kill, take, and—"
"Hey, hey." Hands cupping both of your cheeks, Koko lifted your head up to stare into your tearful eyes. "Don't say that, babe. Every mother has to start somewhere. Not everyone becomes a great mom from day one—takes a lot of practice and learning. And you're doing better, okay? So don't say you're a bad mother. It breaks my heart to hear it..."
At his words, you nodded slowly. Koko smiled, brushing away your tears before kissing you on the lips. Your whole body instantly relaxed, arms wounding around your silver-haired lover. You couldn't explain why, but being around Koko was just comforting in a way. Maybe it was due to his genuine caring nature or the way he often looked out for you even before you were officially his girlfriend. Especially now, that you were carrying a child, he has been quite attentive.
You were well aware of his past, one he sometimes would look back on to make sure he doesn't commit the same mistakes again. Afraid of losing more. He had to make sure he won't lose anyone important to him again, no matter how high the stakes were.
"I'm sorry..." You mumbled into his chest, eyelids fluttering close as you listened to his heartbeat. "You must be so tired and here I am, keeping you awake. You must think I'm a selfish bitch, huh?"
Koko's chest rumbled at your statement, squeezing you tightly as he laughed. "Perhaps. Although, I think it's my fault for how much I spoil you all the time. I have no regrets though..." Silence enveloped the room as you sat there, in Koko's arms until the familiar knot at the pit of your stomach returned and you squirmed.
"Hajime?"
"Yes, babe?"
"Could you let me go now? I need to pee."
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Shopping for baby clothes and other necessities was such a hassle. Still refusing to reveal the gender to the men, you would often walk into a room with a ruckus going on. Arguments after arguments on whether what to buy and what color should the wallpapers be in the baby room. Bets were placed on whether the kid was male or female, the latter being the most voted for. Another bet was made on who the father is.
"I'm going to place three hundred thousand on Rindou."
"Are you admitting that your sperms are weaklings, Takeomi?"
"Shut the fuck up, Sanzu."
"I'm betting a hundred thousand on Sanzu because he's a careless fuck."
"Be careful, Ran. You might regret that if it's true."
"Don't worry. If it turns out to be his, I'll just have to make the child believe I'm their father to save them the embarrassment."
"What the fuck?!"
And as much as it pained you to see them yell at each other for the most trivial things, you didn't have the heart to spoil the surprise. Not when it was entertaining as hell.
"What do you think, darling?" The sight of three grown men standing next to a rack of baby clothes, pulling a few out and showing them to you was endearing as it was a strange image to see. The lady in charge of the area stood from afar, not sure whether she was needed or would even make it out alive if she were to be called.
Taking the tiny shirt with elephant prints, you giggled. "This is indeed cute." Then, turning to what Ran was holding—a shirt with a silly jellyfish printed on the middle, you smiled. "Now this reminds me of Rindou, don't you think?"
Ran blinked twice at your statement, shifting his gaze at jellyfish, and stared hard. "Mhm, now that you pointed it out... It does actually resemble him." Words of affirmation left the other two men's mouths, eyeing the jellyfish with a nod.
"Don't tell Rindou that though." Takeomi laughed, hand reaching for his pocket to touch his pack of cigarettes. "By the way, I need a break. Would it be alright?"
Ran and Kakucho nodded, offering to pay for the basket of baby clothes. Remembering the stall selling cotton candy outside, you excused yourself and waddled away. Takeomi, surprisingly, trailed behind you. Glancing at him, you raised a brow.
"I thought you wanted to go for a smoke?"
He shrugged. "I don't want you walking around all alone. Not when you're ready to give birth anytime."
A soft laugh slipped past your lips, offering your hand. "Can I lean on you then? My back is aching, but I want to get cotton candy."
Takeomi took your hand without hesitation, letting you lean against him as you both walked to the cotton candy stall. The lovely lady working behind it smiled at the two of you as she spun the stick around the sugary pink thin strands.
"You both make a lovely couple!"
Your laughter filled the air at how flustered Bonten's advisor became at the harmless compliment. Muttering how he doesn't know if the baby is his, Takeomi handed his card to the wide-eyed woman before cursing, hand fishing for a bill in his wallet.
Once the treat was in your hands, you sat on the bench nearby and began snacking on it. Fingers running through his hair, Takeomi took the empty spot next to you and sighed through his nose. "What's taking those two so long?" Facing you, he stared at you in silence as you ate. Lips damp as you licked them clean due to the sticky candy. He wasn’t supposed to feel anything as you ate happily, but the image of you sucking his cock made him pinch his eyebrows in shame at himself for making such a mundane scene so lewd in his head.
Must be because it’s been long, he reasoned in his head. When was the last time he had sex with you?
Sensing his troubled disposition, you tapped him on the shoulder and offered what was left of your cotton candy. He quickly shook his head, mumbling how he was full and that you finish it. As you watch his back slump, a question popped into your head—one that you were intrigued to hear their answers. It wouldn’t hurt to know, right?
“Love, I have a question for you.”
“What is it?”
Licking your lips once more, you responded. “If... By any chance, while giving birth, the doctor asks you to make a decision between the baby and I, who would you choose?”
Judging how startled Takeomi was of your question, you immediately deducted how it was a bad idea from the start. Raising your hands, you shook them in a dismissive motion.
“N-nevermind! You don’t have to answer that.” Nervously, you tucked back a stray strand of hair with a sheepish laugh. “It’s a stupid question, right? I shouldn’t have asked—”
Your words were cut short as you felt pain shooting up from your abdomen. Cursing under your breath, you grabbed the edge of the bench as you sucked in air sharply. Timing it in your head, you couldn’t help but scream inwardly.
This can’t be it, right?
Feeling it subside, you let your guard down as you loosened your squeezing hold. But when another contraction came up after a few minutes, you bit your lip as it was too much that it left you speechless, holding on to the bench once more. Unable to even hear Takeomi’s reply as he hummed in thought.
“You, of course.” He spoke with a gentleness in his voice, fiddling the unlit cigarette in his fingers. “If it’s up to me to make a decision, saving a baby I don’t know... If it means losing you, then no. It might be a selfish and cruel choice, but I don't think I’ll be able to live in a world without you in it. Unless... you ask me to save the kid instead.”
"O-Omi,” You cried, liquid dripping down your thighs. “I-I think my water broke."
Takeomi met your alarmed expression with one of surprise.
"Huh?"
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Making a mental note to never let Ran drive after he screamed at the cars in front of him on the way to the private clinic, you held back a scream as you sat on the wheelchair. The trip to the clinic rivaled a bullet train’s sped that you were sure your soul would’ve left your body if you weren’t too distracted by the contractions that were growing stronger.
“Just take deep breaths, baby,” Kakucho whispered, wincing at your grip on his arm that tightened every passing minute. “Don’t stress yourself too much.”
"There's something wrong..." You sobbed, eyes glancing down at your belly as an undescribable pain shot through your spine and abdomen. It made you prefer getting shot by a bullet at this point. "I-I thought it wouldn't be for another week? D-did I do something wrong? Why is the baby coming out now?"
“There’s nothing to worry about, [Y/N].” The doctor assured, rubbing her hand on your arm. “Things like this are normal. The baby is healthy and won’t be born prematurely, okay? Just relax...”
“Is there anything you need, sweetheart?” Ran bent down to wipe away the sweat around your forehead and neck, eyes glancing at you and your belly a few times. “The rest are on their way with your overnight bag.”
“I-I need to lie down...” You muttered, face twisting in pain as you moaned. “Can I lie down? I want to...” There was no need to ask twice as Kakucho had you in his arms in a second, carefully carrying you further into the clinic where no prying eyes could see.
It was still eleven in the morning when you entered. A few minutes later, Mikey and the others who weren’t present, entered the scene. And at exactly four in the afternoon, you began to go into labor.
Waiting outside as your screams filled the air, eight men were either seated in silence or anxiously pacing around. Much to their surprise, you didn’t want anyone to accompany you. However, when your screams and cries continued, they found a nurse exit the door and call for Mikey.
Soulless eyes seemed to have brightened at your request to see him, urging him to shoot up from his seat and follow the nurse in. The rest left standing outside the door, listening to your cries that had seemed to die down at the presence of Mikey. And although you were crying for it all to end, your ears still caught the faint words of encouragement he gave you while smiling softly. Not even wincing in pain as you grabbed his hand and squeezed hard.
“You’re doing well, love. Did you hear that? The baby’s head is almost out.”
And on nine in the evening, a bouncing baby boy was born.
Tears of joy pooled out of your eyes as you hugged your crying newborn wrapped in cotton. The doors were opened wide as the nurse wheeled you out to the room next door. Bonten’s executives were instantly on your side, showering you with congratulations and begging to hold the baby. All of them had the looks of wonder akin to a child receiving a huge gift on Christmas.
“Is it a she?”
“Don’t be stupid, Takeomi. It’s definitely a boy. It’s a boy, isn’t it?”
“Who cares if it’s a boy or a girl. As long as the baby is here, all healthy, it doesn't fucking matter.”
“Really? So betting a hundred thousand doesn’t matter to you?”
“Shut it.” Mikey’s command froze the men in their place, taking the baby into his arms and offering his finger into the open palms of your child. When the baby squeezed your boyfriend's finger, you were sure you saw light in those dark eyes as Mikey smiled. “Welcome to the world, young one. We’ll keep you safe and sound, you hear me?” There was no reply, expectantly, yet he continued in a small voice. “Will you let me be your father?”
No one spoke a word at the scene playing out in front of them. All you could do was mirror the grins on their faces, happy that the grueling nine months were over but you wouldn’t trade it anything for the world.
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“It’s here!” Sanzu yelled, receiving a few glares from those whose heads were pounding after a late-night drinking session. But seeing the folder in his hands, waving it in the air, it was enough to have them standing in full alert as they all joined you in the kitchen. The baby was fast asleep in your arms after you fed him, rocking him slowly as you brought up a finger to hush the men.
“Baby, the DNA results are here.”
“Good, now please go to another room?” You whispered, feeling the baby flinch at the sound of Sanzu’s excitement. “I’ve just put him to sleep and if the baby wakes up—I swear to all deities that I will fucking stab you.”
“Aw, don’t be like that!” Sanzu cooed in a sickly-sweet voice, one that had both of the Haitanis cringing. “What if you stab the father, mhm? And if I’m not, then how am I supposed to breed you and give the child a sibling—”
“Don’t make me repeat myself, Haruchiyo.”
Not risking it, they all hightailed out of the kitchen and plopped down on the living room couch. Sanzu, without wasting any time, ripped the envelop open. But before he grabbed the document out, he grinned ear to ear.
“Remember your bets, fuckers. A whopping million is what the winner will receive. Those who placed bets on the father of the year, two or more winners, will have to divide it equally—”
“Stop wasting our time and fucking get on with it.” Rindou groaned, hand itching to grab his gun and shoot the bastard prolonging the tense atmosphere.
“Alright, alright!” Sanzu huffed, taking the document. “I hope you fucking lose.” Reading the document, Sanzu skimmed to the last part where numerous names were printed out in fine ink. Seeing the name who received a hundred percent match with the baby sleeping peacefully in your arms, Sanzu’s azure eyes went bigger than the moon.
“There’s no way—”
“What do you mean?” Ran scoffed, grabbing the document from Sanzu and reading it. After a few seconds, he too was shocked.
“What the fuck?”
The document was soon passed around. Faces either in looks of surprise, disbelief, or wonder. Mikey’s expression remained impassive even as he read who the father was. Thoughts now filled with a plot on how to convince you to have another baby—one that was his, Mikey left the room to join you but not without extending his congratulations to the father frozen in his seat.
Out of all seven men, one name prevailed and received a hundred percent match—it was none other than Kokonoi Hajime.
Animals - G.S.
Synopsis. Yes, your best friend is secretly an alpha. Yes, he acts like a fúcking anímal when he rúts. No, you don’t think you’ll make it out alíve.
Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! oméga! reader, alpha! Gojo, rúts, best-friends-to-lóvers, creampíes, bréeding, GOJO’S POWERS, knots, MARATHON SÉX, overstím, knots, MATÍNG BÍTES, cúmplay, OMÉGAVERSE AU, pússy-spánking, héats tríggered, semi-public, matíng press, oraI (fem), slight bondagé, pet names, swéaring.
Word count. 7.0k (uh-oh)
A/N. Nanami always gets the short end of the stick LMAO, anyway hope y’all have the loveliest week <3
“Satoru, you’re being strange.”
Granted, Gojo Satoru acting weird wasn’t anything new.
Especially not when he’s two hours deep into the most droning meeting you’d bribed him into attending as of late - knee bouncing, fingers tapping, head turned towards that firmly shut door like he just wanted to escape. Needed to.
Then again, even you found your attention waning. Finding whispering with your best friend much more interesting than whatever latest mission statistic Yaga had to present.
“M’doing just peachy, sweetheart.” Gojo smiles - but it looks stilted, pained. And even through his blindfold, you already knew his snowy brows were furrowed. “Who’s the one not listening to ol’ man Yaga now?”
You scoff, narrowing your eyes down at his figure beside you - draped over the cool mahogany table as if he owned the place. “Well- you better not be faking sick to get out of this meeting. Again.”
He only hums, “Don’t worry your pretty lil’ h-head about it, m’kay?”
With a final, tired rub at your temples, you’re turning back to Nanami to ask for all the world where Yaga was on his fifty-page report now-
And then, it hits you.
Suddenly.
Something smells sweet.
Like candy - particularly that sugary, strawberry-flavored kind you’ve had to tell Gojo off on more than one occasion for eating too many of. Tilting your head just a bit, you think you could also catch hints of honey and pine, such a strange, hypnotic combination.
“S-Satoru…” your words come out in a syrupy gush, feeling your head whirl.
“Hm?”
And despite yourself, you’re taking in deep, heavy inhales of the air surrounding you. Hungry. Mouth salivating as that heady, perfumed whiff clouds up all your senses. “Do you- hah- what is- do you smell-”
“Ngh- no?” he’s cutting you off with a barely-audible groan, one you probably wouldn’t have even caught if your abilities weren’t so sharpened right now. Gojo’s movements seem sluggish, languid as if he was moving through molasses when he raises up one hand to massage the back of his neck.
You can only watch as his head droops down onto the long table with a wince.
Strange. If you didn’t know any better, you’d have almost thought-
No, there was no time to be entertaining wild conspiracies. Because at this very moment you’re too caught up flitting through the dates of all your previous heats in your mind. Urgently.
Three weeks.
Your next heat wasn’t due for another three weeks. So, sure, you didn’t take your suppressants just yet but, that really didn’t matter, did it?
It wasn’t normal for jujutsu sorcerers to be anything other than a beta - and as an omega, you knew firsthand just how difficult it was to fight tooth and nail just to be able to sit at this table.
Historically, any other faction of society would rather be caught dead than outed, and have their second gender be taken advantage of by the very curses you were supposed to exorcize. Forced to face the stigma of alphas and omegas being too “unstable” or “vulnerable” to be trusted with missions.
This was the very thing you’d been trying to avoid ever since you argued your way into studying at Jujutsu Tech - losing control.
Especially now.
But god, you were burning up. It smelled so sexy.
And, taking a sweeping glance around the table of betas - at your fellow sorcerers, those grim elders, and your disheveled best friend - that left only you to explain the scent.
You were only thankful that their noses weren’t as powerful as yours. Clinging onto this as a saving grace, with a shaky gulp, you gently nudge Nanami on his side. “Hey- Ken?”
“Yes?” And maybe it was the heat - whatever this was - but Nanami’s deep baritone sends shivers down your spine, and you find yourself leaning in traitorously closer to his heated body. His jaw ticks, “Is something wrong? You look…”
“Satoru’s also-”
“So what?”
Without warning, one of his hands comes to splay out across your forehead. Just a mere touch has him sucking in a sharp gasp, “You feel warm, I think you have a fever. You can’t continue the meeting like this.”
You shake your bleary head in protest.
“I won’t let you.” Nanami’s voice hardens with a tone of finality, and yet, you still find yourself trying to whirl around to look at Gojo. Maybe for help, maybe for a distraction to escape when your colleague speaks again - this time directed at Yaga. “Principal Yaga, it seems my dear friend here is sick.” Circling an arm around your shoulders to pull you up from your seat and onto weak legs. “If you’ll please excuse us, I will escort-”
Nanami stills - everything stills.
Everyone stills when his voice tapers off with a ragged grunt, and you feel his chest heave in unsteady breaths. So close now that you can mark the exact moment Nanami’s eyes widen, “Are you…”
Shit.
Shit shit shit-
“Wait.” Yaga’s voice bellows reproachfully. “Is this- That smell-” But even he can’t find the words, slumping back down into his seat.
Truly, the scent was so saturated now, so primal that even the most stubborn of unmated betas were sneaking peeks at you. You bite your lips raw at another glossy gush from your already-heated cunt. It was so embarrassing - your heats have never acted like this before, let alone come three weeks early.
Sure, perhaps that one time on your very first day at Jujutsu Tech itself - which was embarrassing by itself. And, yet, your mind had never been clearer than it was right now.
Eyes sliding over to a familiar, trembling mop of white hair - never been needier.
Fuck, what was your delirious self thinking-
As if drawn by an invisible string, Nanami’s inching impossibly into your hot proximity, hazel eyes falling half-lidded when he takes in a deep whiff. Grumbling, “My love-” Another. And another. Nose almost grazing your pulse now, “-you’re in-”
Slam!
“Out.”
It’s a threat.
That was the first thought that slammed into you, and then the voice continues, slow, snarling like a predator on the edge of ripping something to shreds. “I won’t repeat myself.”
Before you finally understand, it’s a command.
There’s one strong hand around your front, pinning you against a sculpted chest. Something about it has your pulse booming in your ears, fingers clawing at that pale wrist at your shoulder. Yet, he doesn’t even flinch.
Nanami, however, reluctantly detaches his hands from your body, and you finally have enough strength to look towards the origin of the words. Only for your glassy gaze to meet with a towering Gojo Satoru standing at his full height - when did he even get up?
Jaw clench, sharp canines bared, blindfold dangling haphazardly around his neck - ah, he looked like a man that crawled from hell and back simply to take you all along with him.
With you at lucky number one.
First in his line of sight. Close enough that you can finally smell him.
Oh.
Oh.
And you swear you saw his eyes tint with the faintest blue lightning when your own scent perks up. Boring into you for just a millisecond before narrowing his gaze down at a stupefied Nanami, cracking the kinks in his neck. “Unless ya wanna watch.” He bares the rest of the room with his flooring glare, “Unless all of you want to watch.”
It’s chaos.
They understood - perhaps long before even you did.
Chairs clatter, the desk trembles, and that safe haven of the door is swung open. That weezing council of elders are first to stumble over one another into the hallway, Yaga following shortly with a wordless sigh.
Until the only ones left are you and him - and Nanami.
Blond brows raising, his eyes flit frantically between you and a possessive Gojo. Sputtering out, each word jagged, and dry as if they’re being wrenched from his chest. “What is the meaning of this- We- I thought you were a- a beta.”
Everyone did, and Nanami was speaking what your mind couldn’t right now.
Gojo Satoru always presented himself as a beta - never affected by your heats, never disappearing once every few months for his ruts as you remember Suguru did. He always seemed so normal - perhaps the one thing about him that was. Unaffected by the stupid little trials and tribulations of alphas and omegas in sorcery.
But it was undeniable, he was an alpha.
And taking a deep inhale of his saccharine sweet perfume - so overpowering - he might just be the strongest you’ve ever encountered. How fitting.
“You thought.” Gojo’s voice was clipped, rumbling with a low growl that sent electrifying shivers down to your very cunt. And his tone just makes Nanami jolt. “And I can’t right now so I- fuck-”
Gojo’s body wracks with a violent shudder, making him hunch over - with you in tow. His hot breath puffs out in feverish pants near your ear, abs clenching as another velvety wave of pheromones emit from him.
You mewl when your body is jostled in his toned arms, nudging the very curve of your ass - tight uniform skirt hiking up just enough - so that you push in a slow drag against something rock-hard. Massive. Weeping out in a sticky damp spot that seeps into your skin.
“Hah-” you’re gasping, face swirling to nose up the crook of his neck - where the candied scent was most prominent. “Toru–”
There’s a gasp - and it’s not from you this time.
Both you and Gojo are snapping your dazed heads upwards at a frozen Nanami, his hand shooting to cover his nose. Eyes wild- “I-”
Before thinking better of it, it seems like Nanami opted to keep some part of his sanity as he abruptly turns on his heels without a second glance backwards. Marching robotically, the only moment he stops is once he’s at the doorway. One hand tugging on his suddenly too-tight pants, the other on the doorknob. Eyes still trained forwards when he calls out gruffly, “Don’t break the table, insurance doesn’t cover it.”
SLAM!
Finally alone.
Your vision swims - is the door even locked? Is this- God, you feel hot. So hot - too hot.
And Gojo’s burning up, arms wrapping around you so tight that you could feel the way his skin flushed with a thin sheen of sweat. He breathes out into your ear, “My pretty girl…”
“Oh sh-shit–” you’re whimpering, big fat tears welling up behind your eyes. And without wasting a second, as soon as it splatters hotly on your best friend’s skin, he licks a long, lazy stripe to lap at the hazy saltiness. Babbling away, “Feel so dizzy hngh- and you- you’re an alpha?”
Honestly, part of you still didn’t want to believe it.
But as soon as he husks out a gravelly moan, as soon as his tongue dips down a wet pathway to the scent gland on your neck - you already know you won’t be making it out of this alive. “Why did you hide it from me?”
“Mhm- fuck! m’sorry.” he grunts into your skin, slightly muffled. Nipping ever-so-slightly, “M’sorry m’sorry- had to- my sudden rut made my- hah, made my pretty omega go into heat, didn’t it?”
His soft palms glide down your trembly body, greedily kneading every dip and curve that comes his way. He’s lost. So, so lost.
Plastering his lips down every inch of skin he could reach, that sweet scent sticking to you like a sloppy second skin. And you can barely even think when you feel his swollen dick just twitch behind you, a fresh wave of swelteringly hot precum sloshing right through your silken skirt.
You whimper when you’re rutting messily back and forth, and he drags a thick thumb to pry your spit-glossed lips open. “Aww, poor baby. Tell me- fuck tell me what you want, sweetheart.”
And all you can really give him right now is a circular swivel of your hips, which evidently wasn’t enough.
Because Gojo’s furious tip only hardens, and he hisses with a slight tug up your skirt. Cold fingers dancing ravenously up the edge of your drenched panties, gliding the very rounded tip of his index slowly across your sopping slit.
“Tha’s not enough.” he snickers, and suddenly you’re hit with another wave of emanating pheromones. Enough to make you just slobber a glistening coating all down his long digits. “Use your ah- w-words like a big girl now. Because when I start…” His teeth find your earlobe, and his fingers find themselves planting a dripping wet slap! across your puffed-up clit. Unwavering. Unapologetic. “I won’t be able to stop.”
“Please, Toru.” That cute little nickname makes him jump, makes him throw his head back with a low moan. Brows scrunching together as if pained. “Don’t want you to stop-”
Maybe you were going to say more - maybe you would’ve called him that nickname and driven him even crazier.
But Gojo doesn’t wait to find out.
In one, fluid motion he’s picking up your body into the easiest princess carry you two would’ve laughed at if this was one of those romcoms you watched together. Just splaying you out on your back across the cool table, he situates himself in the perfect position between your legs.
Oh, how he loved this view. How he’s spent so many ruts just like this imagining this view.
“F-fuck- You have no idea how- how crazy it drove me.” rasping groans drag out from his throat, strained with every slow drag of his cock down the front of your now-see-through panties. “How wild-” You’re nearly screaming when his canines dig in to that soft spot underneath your ear. “-to pretend I didn’t know you smelled so hah- so fucking delicious.”
And then you feel him still - alert, ready.
Chest heaving, an almost chilling tone dipping into his words when he spits, “Except when you smell like him.”
Your jaw falls slack when the temperature in the room heats up another few heady degrees, and the sheer power of your two scents mixing together is almost maddening.
“He- he? Toru, what do you-” you’re gasping out in tiny huffs, while he busies himself with biting and licking down your exposed neck. Enough to leave you smeared all over with marks. “Who- Kento?”
“Oh, sayin’ another man’s name when you’re with- fuck- me?” Gojo’s bucking powerfully into you, his body was pinning you down. Scorching, now. “Such a naughty omega- I should kill him for how he touched you.”
Truly, his alpha was fucking clawing at him to trek out of this room right now and finish off the job - but, no, you were too hypnotic. And Gojo Satoru, the strongest, was no match for you.
The wet thwack of his fingers once more kisses in a rude smack against your clit, making you squeal. Ringing across your thundering ears, he swears at that broken, blissful noise from you. “Fuckin’ oh, would ya let him see you like this, too? Let him touch you like th-this?”
And Gojo looked so starved, velvety blindfold tickling your chin when he leans in close. Lips ghosting your own - but not quite. You’re suddenly brought back to the very first thought you had - that this is about to be a bloodbath.
“I wouldn’t–” you bite back in your honeyed tone, and you can feel your omega just purr in satisfaction. “N’ it’s not my fault that someone-”
Smack! Harder, sprinkled with tiny bolts of electricity.
“Correct.”
It’s breathed out into your mouth - a quick, hedonistic peck. Gojo just taunting your sanity before he’s pulling away with a gruff string of profanity, like it hurt him just as much as it did to you.
You feel your slick dribble down into a saturated puddle below you. And the mere sight of it makes Gojo just reel his hips deliriously forwards, grinding his massive bulge across your dripping cunt until you could see it soil a fountainy dark patch on his pants.
“F-fuckin’-” his eyes roll to the back of his head at how hot you were. How pouring wet. Wrangling your quivering legs painfully stretched open, “-woman of my dreams.”
With two, thick fingers hooked over the hem of your skirt, it’s being torn off in an easy pull. Falling somewhere in a pile of impractical tatters onto the meeting room floor, along with your shirt.
And as soon as it’s off, Gojo’s only growing more feral. More hungry.
He’s drooling from one corner of his mouth, but he doesn’t even notice at this point. Honestly, barely even realizing the burning pain when he falls to the floor on his knees. Clattering haphazardly, insatiably nosing up your jittery inner thighs.
“Oh sweetheart- oh my pretty girl. My pretty, pretty girl–” he’s breathing out, head lolling drunkenly against your legs. And Gojo gulps when he spreads your panties away with a wet glide of his thumb, just enough to see your messy hole winking up at him eagerly. All soaked and needy. “M’gonna have so much fun being yours.”
He kisses wetly through your panties - without warning, without even breathing. Just surging his pretty face into the heated crevice between your thighs, taste buds on his pinkish tongue grazing up the soaked fabric.
Like he was addicted.
“Oh- oh my god-” you’re mewling out, lower lip wobbly at every sultry swirl of Gojo’s tongue over your pussy lips, painting your messy hole in every mesh of slick and spit he could conjure up. “It feels too- hah–”
You were always so sensitive during your heats, every single one of your senses heightened to the max. So it made your mind all overwhelmingly melty inside to have his steaming hot mouth on your equally ravenous cunt. Hungry.
Yeah, he was addicted.
Dragging a few fingers in-between your glistening folds, scissoring them shamefully open to spit. Once. Twice.
Some of it splatters strayly onto the start of your thighs, which Gojo glady licks up all over again to stream out a thick wad back onto your silt. Until your cunt was drooling translucent dredges of everything he has to give, he smears his messy thumb in easy rotations around your clit. Filthy.
“So gorgeous- so good f’me.” Gojo titters, biting down teasingly on the very edge of your panties. And he can’t hide that fucked-out little groan when pulls it back, back, back to just snap! it meanly right on your cunt. “Fuck- you taste as s-sweet as you smell, mmm–”
You’re yelping when his long tongue draws a slow circle around the edge of that first ring of muscle, just barely pushing back against how your gummy walls are trying to hug him. To milk him for everything he has.
“S-such a tease-” you whine, fingers tangling into his cloudy white hair. Soft - the silken tresses smoothed over your palm, slotting between your digits when you pull his mouth roughly onto your pussy. “Jus’ want you on me- ngh!”
“Ohh ya can still t-talk easy, huh?” Gojo raises an amused brow from in-between your legs, that won’t be possible soon with how he’s going to have you. “Well then, don’t you dare beg me to go easy on you, girl.”
And he keeps the panties on - fuck, he keeps the panties on when mashing those ragged, rosy lips of his in a steamy make-out with your cunt. It’s as if he was breathing you in, so close that you could feel every clench of Gojo’s jaw, every grind of his chin into the very base of your pussy.
“Sh-shitttt-” he spits, stray wisps of white covering his eyesight. Dragging you on his tongue through pure instinct. “Shit wait- ah you’re so fuckin’ so-”
Unable to even finish his sentences with that usually-sharp tongue of his. No, that tongue right now was too occupied with the steady, repetitive drag along your snug channel. Bullying into your sodden sensitive spots, thrusting back and forth back and forth back and-
And his fingers, oh those infamous fingers were straying back onto the sensitive nub of your clit. Drawing tight, tempestuous circles that have you keening at the dual stimulation, thighs stuttering to an embarrassed close.
“Open.”
It’s just like before - and Gojo’s using that annoyingly baritone tone of his that hits you at your very core, that makes your omega snap open your legs for him.
Even you’re surprised at how pliant your body acts before your mind right now - and so is Gojo. though, his expression doesn’t show it, every bit of that feral animal that scared everyone out of this room not too long ago.
“That’s it- that’s it–” he can’t hold back, hands glued to the globes of your ass to pin you still against his mouth. “Ha- so fuckin’ different when ya listen to me, so fucking sweet.” Breathing in deeply, “Were ya giving off this scent so Nanami could do this, too?”
Thwack!
Another mocking slap against your clit - not enough to make you cry, but with just enough buzzing jujutsu to make your batting lashes teary - forces you to find your words.
And fuck, Gojo swears there’s no sweeter music than the sound of your voice - especially when you’re moaning like that.
Voice breaking into a whine, accompanied by a few raw clenches of your pussy around his furious tongue. “N-no fuck- don’t know-” your hips arch into the most perfect curve he’s ever seen. One that makes his mouth water, cock straining against his pants. “Toru- jus’ want you, wanna cum- wanna- want you so bad.”
Fuck - and who was he to not go along with each and every one of your pretty whims?
Pussydrunken already. He’d read about this - but he really had no clue how potent an omega in heat was, never having spent a rut with one. That little special occasion was always saved for you but, ah, that was a story for another time.
“M’gonna cum- hah- so- close-”
Right now, he couldn’t think of anything other than how gorgeous you would look when you cum. How delicious - your sweetened scent raising up by a few notches, taking over his sentences.
He feels his cock just throb at the mere thought.
Which is why Gojo’s pulling away with one final, sodden kiss on your pussy. You feel the curvaceous curl of his smirk against your cunt, and a deep, filthy inhale.
“Nah.” he smiles a glistening smile up at you - grin glossed all over with a sheen of your sweet, sweet juices. And the rest of his face was almost-obscured with a curtain of his white bangs, but you still think you could peek the glow of his inhuman eyes through them. Powerful. “Don’ think you’re c-cumming anywhere other than on my knot first, pretty girl.”
And he’s so tall that Gojo’s blocking out the dim meeting room lights when he stands up - slow, smug, making you spend each passing second in such anticipation.
Face expressionless - almost hypnotized - when he shrugs his shirt off. Lips parted into a soft oh! eyes half-lidded, heaving he slides his belt off almost lazily.
It clatters! to the ground, and he’s sliding down his drenchingly wet boxers with it - leaving a gleaming trail of precum down the front of his toned pelvis. Letting his achy cock finally spring free, he hisses when it hits the too-cool air.
And you do, too - though, for much different reasons.
Because Gojo’s so unfairly big - fitting, for an alpha of his stature. Blushed the prettiest pink at his rotund head that matched his cheeks right now, gradiating down into creamy tufts of white at his thick base. Showing the starting of his knot swelling. It made you wonder whether he tasted as sweet as he smelled. So hard it looked painful, curving into a long, solid shaft that glides a wet smear across his washboard abs. It makes your omega just preen, rabid to have him inside you right now now now-
“Heh, impatient lil’ thing, aren’t ya, sweetheart?” Gojo huffs out in a heady bout of laughter. “Can practically feel yer omega ngh- calling out to me, is this what you want?”
You claw ferally at the milky display of his back, branding him in your own way. “Yes- please-”
A sudden rip! makes you realize you still had your panties on - up until a few seconds ago, at least. Jostling him ever-so-slightly closer, you mewl when the rounded tip of his angry cock nudges against your pussy lips. Melding into a slight kiss that already makes him stream steaming hot ropes of precum.
And if you were in any better state of mind maybe you’d have noticed the way the light above flicker, fizzing with electricity just as much as you were right now.
“Heheh- oh y-you made me like this, ya realize?” he chuckles out - but his voice didn’t show even a hint of humor. It’s like he was out of control, out of rationality with each languid drag in-between your folds. Babbling, “You threw me into- fuck fuck fuck this is all- your-”
Honestly, Gojo’s so utterly shocked he managed to grit even half that sentence out.
Because every sloppy second has him grinding upwards in the tiniest of ruts into your sung cunt, tiny, mindless grinds that make a low ah! ah! ah! rip from his throat.
“Open that mouth f’me, sweetness-”
As soon as you do, you’re feeling a thick, glossy stream of saliva slosh onto your lolling tongue. Mouth wrenched shut until you swallow - and you do. Happily. Filthily.
That’s enough to make Gojo lose it.
And he’s plunging headfirst into your toasty insides, shoving back that tiny bit of resistance before your elastic walls are milking him so well. Greedily swallowing up every one of his generous inches, and it only seemed like more was to come.
“Oh shit- ohhh sh-shit-” His eyes are rolling to the very back of his head, mouth hanging open, that tiny trickle of drool splatters onto your skin.
“T-Toruu—” your cunt was addictive, and so were those moans of yours. Craning your neck upwards, “Kiss me, please.”
For a second, he’s leaning in - making it seem like he was about to smear that firmly placed gloss all over his lips onto yours. But Gojo only sneaks a peck at the corner of your mouth, then the other - and then one on the tip of your nose.
“I will I will-” he’s musing, giggles bursting from his lips. “Once we’ve mated, can’t get too greedy at once now? Can I?”
But oh how his actions spoke otherwise, because Gojo’s powerful hips absolutely refused to stop until he was well and fully buried into the hot depths of your cunt. Sheathing himself in all your soppingly wet walls, the sheer tightness was enough for him to throw his head back, heavy balls squeezing. In and out in and out.
“Ohhh fuck-” Two hands of his roughly attach themselves to your hips, pitching up your needy whines when he drools down your pussy even more thoroughly. “You sure do make it f-fuckin’ hard though-”
You whine when your ass hits against something bulging and hot, whirling those dazed eyes of yours down at the intrusion.
“Shit-” you’re gasping, eyes widening. And the sheer awe in your eyes is enough to make him grow, blood pumping to every thick inch of his cock until he was expanding even girthier, molding your pliant walls to his size. “That’s your knot- I-I-”
“I-I-I-” Gojo mocks, in a voice octaves higher than usual. Fucking the rest of that sentence with a harsh roll of his hips, knocking bruisingly at your cervix. “C’mon now ah- tell me- you can t-tell me anything.” Kissing softly at your ear lobe, zaps of jujutsu making you jump. “M’your best friend, right?”
How ironic.
All you can gift him in response is a few soft whimpers that only make him wilder.
“Fuck!” you’re keening when another one of his slams leave you gasping for air, feeling like he was clashing into your very womb. Glissading a deep, wet glide of his fat, curved tip across your spongy cervix, his breath hitches at the slight recoil. “I want it-”
Your words make him almost falter with his ruthless pace, and you take it upon yourself to just drag him down by his muscled shoulders. Until he was hunching over you, abs flexing against your front, “I want your hah- knot in m-”
And you can’t even finish the sentence - you don’t know if you want to.
Because just that syrupy jumble of words is enough to make Gojo Satoru snap.
To cut you off with a rough growl, teeth bared at you, in a split-second he has you limp legs thrown over his shoulder. Biceps flexing in such a mouth-watering way when he makes them lock at the ankle, bending down, down, down into the meanest little mating press your joints would allow.
The change in angle has you scrambling - has him scrambling to crash his leaky head into your swollen g-spot. Hitting that bulging bullseye with no regrets - over. And over. And over and over and-
“Oh, marry me sweetheart.” he’s panting into your mouth. His pulsing girth rummaging your insides so good, dragging every ridge and thumping vein on his shaft against your sweet spots. He was so big that you felt like your syrupy cunt had already forgotten what it felt like without him pounding into you. Suckling wetly at the corner of your lips, “Marry me marry me- oh, fuck- gonna give you m-my knot. Don’ think I could go on hah- l-living without ya, pretty.”
He was feral - eyes glowing a blazing blue, sparks of lightning bolting down his milky skin. And you swear with each speeding cadence of his, the lights flickered on and off.
Every slippery smack of his tight, cum-filled balls has you seeing stars, yearning for the additional burning stretch of being plugged by his knot.
You’re throwing your arms over his neck, reeling him in like he was your prey, though his hips were devouring you. “W-we’re not even dating and you want me t-to be your hngh-”
“-wife!” He kisses every inch of your face, down your neck, over that soft scent gland of yours - now so overstimulating his senses with your sweet scent that he’s almost forgotten what his own smelled like. Buzzes of electricity skimming down your skin with each touch. He’s groaning, “Be my wife- please- fuck, I need you to be my wife.” Planting an almost-french kiss on that one sweet spot. Once. twice. “M-my mate- sh-shit-”
And you already knew Gojo was close with the way his pretty eyes are almost fluttering shut, the way his hefty balls clamp. Twitching in desperation, his thickened base pumps in even deeper - harder. As if he was trying to rut every single inch into your clingy depths.
Every single inch.
“Mhm–” you moan, feeling the staggering stretch of his even hotter cock shape your walls. “I wanna- wanna be your-”
You don’t even bother finishing your sentence - and neither does Gojo let you.
Because it only takes a few more sloppy jackhammers before he’s finally sinking his taut knot into you. The stretch is so insane you feel your eyes roll to the back of your head, being plugged so suddenly full.
And then you’re hurtling headfirst into your high - toes curling, white-hot pleasure flashing behind your eyes, your spine bowing so sluttily into his. And Gojo-
Oh, Gojo had his mouth sagging open the moment he felt his massive knot intrude against your silken sweet walls, stretching that snug channel around all of him. And he wishes he had the willpower to look down at the heavenly sight, he wishes he could do anything but sink his teeth down hard into your precious scent gland as he cums and cums and cums.
The lights burst, shards deflecting off the limitless he’d coated over the both of you.
Teeth breaking skin, metal tasting on his tongue, scents tangling together into one now.
You do your best to bite him back on his heady neck, breaking through Gojo’s milky skin to reveal a set of pretty pink indents.
Finally yours. Finally his.
“O-oh, pretty girl–” he hiccups, voice cracking. Hips not moving even the tiniest second of momentum while he stuffs your tight pussy full of his potent seed. “My wife- my mate.”
And Gojo almost bawls when the tight lock of his knot prevents him from plunging into you as deeply and thoroughly as he wanted to right now. Sobbing down big fat tears that splatter! against your lips while he kisses your mind dizzy.
You could feel the syrupy slosh of his cum inside you with each one of his dragged-out grinds, milking your orgasm for as long as possible. Unmoving. Unapologetic in how he was spitting out such voluminous loads of milky white seed that overfilled you.
“Shit- so much-” you’re whining, still clinging to him. And you don’t think he even hears you right now, mind blanking. “I feel so full, Toru-”
But you didn’t have to babble out those words for him to know, somehow, he just knew. Knew every single thing about you, but couldn’t dredge up the words to respond.
Too pussydrunken to do anything but bite you on your scent gland all over, he kisses a wet trail up to your lips, “Now you- really hafta m-marry me heh.”
Bang!
Gojo’s fist comes crashing down on the rickety table - it’s too much for him.
Those ringing squelches and the way you were sucking out every single drop of his cum makes his sensitive shaft twitch. Tears blimping up into his eyes again, more and more velvety ribbons ooze out. “My wife- my wife my wife my wife- my mate-”
It’s just about all he can say - like a mantra. Over and over against your lips, until the peaks of your pleasure turn into mere tingles, until Gojo’s own knot is softening down. Slightly.
Just enough that he can pull out-
“Toru, what-”
“Shhh, pretty girl-” He’s kissing your puffed-up clit with another spank from his trembly fingers, and then an actual kiss. Mouth slotting over the mess he’s made below. Grazing all over like a creamy gloss. Filthy. “Rut’s just started.”
His ravenous tongue drags out your overstimulated high, and you’re clinging onto a lock of his snowy hair for dear life.
“Please-” you beg, voice shot. You don’t even know what you were begging for, but god was Gojo Satoru happy to let himself be used. “Please please please, Toru-”
Oh, his fingers tighten on your thighs - imprinting neat patterns of crescents. Animalistic, in how Gojo just drags your twitchy body forwards.
His eyes were drooping shut, gaze crazed - frantic where he looked you right in the eyes from down below. Head craning to ram his stretchy tongue even deeper, quirking up deftly like he’s wanting to bruise his taste buds along your walls.
Slurping at and collecting the creamy mess on his tongue - only to spit it back into your sloppy hole. Messy.
Even with the dark, lightless room - with only those stray sparks of power to accompany you two - such loud squelches echo across his own ears. And just by the noise Gojo could tell how wet you were - as if you weren’t drooling over the lower half of his face, up to his cheekbones, already.
Sticking to your inner thighs in an obscene drip! drip! drip!
It’s so shameful and you love it.
And you love that you’re so cockdrunken that you aren’t even sure when you’re cumming - if you’re cumming. Whether those sudden crashes of pleasure were because of your nth orgasm tonight, or because of the way Gojo kisses you with another thwack!
Adrenaline and electricity coursing through your veins, ears thundering with your rapid pulse. Oh god, you never knew a heat could feel this good - this maddening.
You moan, and he’s eagerly lapping up every sweet bead of slick you have to offer, like a man that hasn’t had an ounce of water in weeks. Brows furrowed, jaw sagging open-
“Shit shit shit-” he’s rasping out, and the very slide of his fingers across your skin sends waves of powerful jujutsu - somehow bunching at your clit just right. “M’cumming- m- m’still cumming fuck- won’t- stop-”
Just as soon as your orgasm is ending, Gojo’s is just starting. Like he’d been holding back on this from the moment he’d started eating out your overspilling pussy - happily.
And exactly on time, too, because you barely even have the time to catch your breath before Gojo’s standing on his two unsteady feet. Just splitting you open on all of his red, raw inches - uncaring for your little mewls and those tears.
Because you were sucking him up madly.
Spearheading his swollen cock into you like he was trying to fuck another orgasm out of you. His strokes are long, harsh, showing off all the years of strength he built up boasting the title of the strongest.
And this hastily put-together mating press has his cum just overspilling out of you by now, dribbling down in wet globs that made you wonder how much more he could fill you up. It seeps in a white circle underneath your ass, slicking you back and forth along the wood at each harsh ram.
Again. And again. And again and again and-
“Made me this- hngh- this way, y’know?” he spits into your mouth - followed by a slurred string of swears. Every time his heftily smacking balls clench, you could feel the table creak under pressure. “Sat next to me with that fucking skirt- smelling so fucking- ngh- good- do you even know how delicious ya are?”
You can’t answer - because he’s back to squeezing in his staggering knot into you. Sparks exploding out from the corner of his scrunched-up eyes, forehead knocking into yours.
Gojo kisses you like he couldn’t get enough, letting you taste all the sin from just before.
“Three weeks away, huh?” That accusatory little inflection in his words isn’t lost on you, only growing stronger and stronger as his staccato grows sloppier. “Have your- hah- heat in three weeks and fuck- I could just- smell it on you-”
It’s incredible. Sliding your frenzied bodies across on another, stinging with skin-on-skin and how your gooey walls constricted around him.
“Showing off in that scent and that skirt-” His eyes are almost bulging out of his head now, hips stuttering like just the very thought of that pile of fabric at the corner of the room drove him mad. “-fuck that skirt- always fuckin’ hated it. Hated how Nanami loves hngh- it. Made me lose fucking control a-and you know what?”
One of his hands curls around your throat now, the other taking hold of your left - kissing your ring finger pointedly. “I’ll do it all over again if it means I’d get to have ya like this, my mate.”
And just then he’s coating your melty insides in a creamy sheen, that overworked divot right at the end of his dick was firmly pressed up against your g-spot. Plugging you with his knot, and you swear you could see a little inflation forming where he was filling you to your limits.
Cumming and cumming so hard it’s like he couldn’t stop - didn’t want to stop until his body practically forced him.
Gojo’s biting down hard exactly over those deep indents on your scent glands when his gushing spurts of seed turn into almost-painful blanks.
Over and over, he’s cumming nothing.
“L-love you, Toru-” you’re babbling out, reeling him in to peck the corners of his smirking mouth.
Utterly fucked out of your mind enough that you don’t even register the loud boom! from somewhere in the distant grounds of Jujutsu Tech. Barely even care that the overpriced meeting table is now sagging on one side, just about in splinters.
“Aww, m-my c-cockdrunk baby–” he titters shakily into your glossed-pout. “Love you, too, always have always- will-” Patting the bulge on your stomach, before kissing you gently, “Ever since I th-threw ya into heat the ngh- first time ya met me.”
Oh.
And later, you’ll learn that that almost-deafening boom was the generator for Jujutsu Tech, mysteriously bursting after a sudden spike in atomic pressure in the surrounding area. You’ll find out that every piece of furniture in the surrounding buildings had moved about six inches in your direction, and that the now-ruined table was an irreplaceable heirloom.
But for now, all you register is soft.
Warm.
With a gasp you realize you’re in a bedroom - Gojo’s bedroom.
“Did- did you teleport-”
“Mhm-” he pants, and in the dim lighting you could spot his leering grin. Satisfied. Pussydrunken. And you could feel his knot swell up hotly, halfway through to its previous size.
You sputter, trying so desperately to find the words. Difficult, when Gojo still had you wrapped around his thick cock, all the way up to his fat, drenched base. Swiveling his cock in slow, sultry grinds for how much he couldn’t ram exactly how he wanted to right now. “Wh-why didn’t you do this before–?”
“Because-” he licks over his mating mark on you. “-wanted to show off what animals we were.” His grin grows wider, as does his tired cock. And that dangling blindfold around his neck ends up around your wrists, tying you up pliantly for him. “What animals we will be.”
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Right now, all Nanami can think about is you you you- Yet,he doesn’t expect to see you for about the next week. Or, at least, that’s the hopeful side of him - knowing Gojo, and the state he’d left the meeting room in, he won’t see you again for a month.
Possibly not walking.
Perhaps, that’s for the best. Looking down at his swollen, throbbing cock - one fist wrapped around its thick base, the other around his shaky phone, he clicks on that familiar app.
Shit, his rut is near. Now, actually.
Nanami sighs, it’s hard pretending not to be animals.
A/N. Was soooo giggling writing about how the table was some heirloom.
Plagiarism not authorized.
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— RYOMEN SUKUNA
DRABBLES/THIRST!
thirst —pov: u try to break up with him :(
thirst 2 — pov: ur his fav hoe
thirst 3 — frat bf sukuna
thirst 4 — making out in his car
leading lady — confusion, exes, foes
text messages — daily convos withsukuna
filled up — you had them all three. toji, sukuna, gojo.
luxurious — sukuna is a boyfriend that can certainly pay your bills
cigarettes — in whichsukuna is willing to give up anything for your love, even if it’s his addiction for cigarettes.
basketball player! sukuna — as ur basketball player bb
basketball player! sukuna 2 — cant get enough of him
ONESHOTS!
feelings — in which sukuna likes you but you can’t seem to accept it.
lies, lies, lies — he swears they’re all lies.
— TOJI FUSHIGURO
DRABBLES/THIRST!
thirst — toji wants to know every single boy that have touched you before, for his research purposes ;)
thirst 2 — toji fushiguro is a real pussy pleaser.
filled up — you had them all three. toji, sukuna, gojo.
text messages — daily convos with toji.
sugar daddy! toji — u love the money and him
gym rat boyfriend! toji — he loves u and the gym
ONESHOTS!
misunderstanding — in which toji finds you dancing with another man after ignoring him for days.
DILF COLLECTION!
dilf in amusement — the first time u met him
dilf in question — in which toji tells you his rightful secret.
dilf in trouble — in which you learn about toji’s work wife.
dilf in jealousy — toji fushiguro hates those dumb college boys who can’t leave his pretty baby alone.
— GOJO SATORU
DRABBLES/THIRST!
filled up — you had them all three. toji, sukuna, gojo.
dating gojo — boyfriend! gojo who …
breakups & makeups — stupidly inlove toru
— MULTI
ya tryna fuck, pretty girl? — sukuna, toji gojo, getou
gojo is such a freaky drunk, imagine being out with your group of friends at the club with him. he keeps grabbing your neck and whispering what he wants to do to you. what he wants you to do to him. it’s obvious to everyone in the section what gojo is whispering in your ear. not only is he louder than he thinks he’s being, but your eyes keep fluttering shut, and you keep letting out small moans.
“stop it, toru.” you whisper, pushing his head away. he just smiles at you with glassy red eyes.
“you look so fucking good,” he states, wrapping his huge hand around your neck and bringing your face toward his own. “what? ‘m not allowed to wanna fuck my girl now?” he murmurs in your ear as his hand tightens around your throat. you suck in a sharp breath and bring your own hand to his wrist.
“toru, all our friends are staring at us.” you whimper.
“i don’t give a fuck, i want you. i want you spread across this table. i wanna eat your pussy,” he tightens his grip. “so, so bad.”
your thighs clench underneath the table. satoru looks down and hiccups. “look at ‘er, she wants me to suck her too. wants me to fuck her. put my cock so deep in ‘er it touches ‘er womb. wanna be so deep in you right now, baby, ‘m about to come just thinkin’ about it. feel it,” he grabs the hand holding his wrist and brings it down to his hard cock. “feel how hard i am for you?”
your head is resting on top of his now, and you let out a breathless yes. you don’t care that your friends may be watching the two of you. you just want your boyfriend’s cock now, it’s all you can focus on as he pulls your hand up and down his length and gives you wet kisses all over your neck.
“need this pussy, baby, can’t live without it.”
dedicated to @sukunaslilsocks 🖤
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last updated: 30/03/2025
it’s funny how i’ve had my tumblr account for years and all i’ve used it for was to hide the fact i read fanfics ..
i’ve been seeing more and more ppl get comfortable writing and posting ! it lowkey makes me wanna write bc i jus wanna read it after .. ive BEEN itching for the ideas i have in my head !!! maybe soon since im on my summer break :P
—𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞
pairing: half-dragon emperor!zhongli x afab!reader
w/c: 2.9k
warning: smut, 18+ content, minors do not interact
disclaimer: there is no pronouns for reader but they are afab, reader is a concubine, emperor au, slight angst, some guizhong x zhongli, monster-fucking, zhongli has some patches os scales, horns and fangs, tongue fucking, zhongli’s tongue grows, cunniligus, breeding, dick bulge, zhongli has a unique dick, marking, mention of blood, size kink, full nelson, overstimulation, dacryphila, implied size kink, reader passes out, unedited
summary: after being gifted with immortality after being exchanged to becoming one of the emperor’s concubines, you noticed he is acting very strange this springtime.
a/n: this is my first submission for my monsterfucker may collab! I hope you guys enjoy it
The empire known as Liyue was an extremely prosperous nation, holding many luxuries as trade seemingly thrived. The emperor, Zhongli, was always celebrated, triumphing and gaining more land, more gold and more commodities for his people.
He was ethereal, untouchable to so many people. People couldn’t believe he was human, but only a few people on the other side of the large pearly gates of his palace knew otherwise. Regardless of his humanistic face and body, a dragon lay underneath it—strong, powerful, and unforgiving.
“Pardon, the emperor, has requested to see you. He’s currently in his chambers,” a servant murmured towards you. His esteemed secretary, Ganyu, gave you a small smile. She was always timid and reserved, doing her tasks to perfection regardless of whatever ridiculous request other concubines would ask of her. As a sigh escaped your lips, you nodded your head getting up from your place at your desk.
Although the emperor has thrived for years, the blood staining his hand had known heartbreak and hurt. The emperor once had a wife—the beautiful, kind, collected Guizhong. She did her best to let the culture of Liyue thrive as Zhongli focused on his countless battles. Art, calligraphy, music, dance—Liyue owed a lot to her.
The sweet white-haired empress fell ill though, a disease unknown and incurable despite the many doctors Zhongli commissioned from around the world. It was said, he refused to be there when she took her last break, soft ruby eyes of her going dull.
In order to get worried nobles and artisans off of his back, Zhongli soon created the concubine system. Beautiful women from the various regions of Liyue soon flocked and decorated the once barren palace. Still, Zhongli did not indulge them—hiding away in his studies. It had been a millennium since her passing, and yet he closed the world and his heart off.
You were sure why you were chosen as a concubine either. You were from Liyue, only a traveler that was down on their luck. As you were on the ground, trying to recover some strength from walking hours—golden laid down on you. His expression was unreadable, his hand reaching out towards you.
And you took it without a second thought, not once fearing the monster in a human disguise.
Instead of rags, lay fine silk covering your form. Instead of dirt, jewels decorated your body. Instead of mortality, you were blessed to be immortal. You even had specialized servants there to listen to your every need.
And like the others, he did not touch you once in all these years.
“Thank you for letting me know Ganyu, I’ll be on my way,” you replied. As you left your abode, the halls of the palace seemed more deserted than usual. It always seemed to have someone hanging out there, drinking wine, chatting, etc.—yet none of that could be seen. Your stomach churned as you headed towards the east wing of the estate.
Something just didn’t seem right.
Your face felt warm when you finally discovered where he was in his chambers. The emperor was in a bath. His eyes were closed, long hair drifting down the milky water like a stream. Flowers floated among it as the smell of glaze lilies drifted heavily in the air.
“...Please join me in the other tub. The servants have already added milk, honey, and flowers. I hope it is to your liking,” his deep voice reverberated. Your eyes drifted down momentarily, your heart throbbing in your chest. Zhongli had not touched you once, and now he wished to see you bare in a tub next to his.
The contract you signed in mystic golden ink flashed in your head.
You chose this title. You accepted being his concubine for his luxuries and royalties. He must finally want his share of his agreement.
You slowly took off the sash of your hanfu, letting the various expensive fabrics fall on the tile floor. A shiver took over your body as it tried to adjust to the sudden temperature. You swiftly headed towards the bath, sinking into the sweet water with a loud plop. Water sloshed around before it finally calmed and adjusted to your sudden change.
The water was warm, as it tried to tempt your body to relax. You couldn’t though, not when the emperor was in the tub next to you—eyes still closed.
“You wanted me, my lord,” you murmured. He let out a deep sigh, nose slightly whistling before finally letting his eyes open. Those pupils of his always pierced your own—golden like the sun shaped as if it were a citrine gemstone on top of honey-hued irises.
Your eyes narrowed gazing at a patch seemingly glowing from the light of the window. A patch of golden scales lay on his cheek. Was he beginning to shed his human disguise? You have not once seen the scale on his skin before. Even though you knew of his status, he never showed any of those traits openly like this.
“Zhongli, are you alright? I apologize if I’m speaking out of term, but you don’t seem to be acting like yourself,” your murmured. You caved in to the water hearing him chuckle, almost amused at your statement.
“Do you think so, I think I’m actually beginning to act like myself, my dear,” he replied. My dear? That was new too…
Zhongli rose from the tub, letting his nude form be free to your gaze. As much as you were tempted to turn away, your eyes lay focused on his cock. He was big and so thick. He was fully erect as well. Patches of various scales were scattered at different parts of his body too.
“M-Zhongli!” you stammered out, getting up from the tub as well. Zhongli could only smile, gaze darkening in lust and desire at your form. He slowly got closer to you, large hands holding your side on the base of the bathtub. You could feel sharp nails poking where he felt you, as he leaned in closer—lips whispers away from yours. Your lips quivered at the anticipation, feeling his soft lips hover on top of yours.
“Are you still alright with this, I didn’t clear you from your busy schedule did I,” he murmured. You nodded your head
“N-No…but, I don’t mind. This is what I agreed to when you saved me that day Zhongli,” you whispered back. Zhongli only grunted, capturing your lips finally. As your eyes fluttered closed, you noticed how rough he was, almost taking your breath away in the process. His lips parted, letting his tongue come and savor you. His hands had begun trailing up and down your curves as well, as if memorizing the way your skin felt underneath his touch.
You felt something slightly painful beginning to poke at your bottom lip. The familiar taste of iron hit your tongue. Zhongli leaned out, letting you get a glimpse of the long canines protruding from his teeth. Your eyes widened, noticing the horns that also materialized on the sides of his head.
His human disguise was really beginning to dissipate.
His lips only curled into a smirk, leaving a chaste kiss on your cheek before littering them slowly and slowly to your form—your neck, your shoulder, your breasts, your naval, your thigh—letting that sweet taste of honey and milk stain those petal-like lips of his.
He moved your legs wider, getting a better look at your entrance. Your body shivered, feeling his lips connect with your clit, the familiar sensation of pleasure was beginning to burn inside of you. His tongue prodded out, beginning to swipe his tongue along the bundle of nerves, groaning as he could feel your juices beginning to leak out and coat your folds.
“Mmm. I don’t know whether this is from the bath but you taste so sweet my dear,” he murmured out as a moan coaxed out of you as your hands darted up to reach his horns, tightly gripping them to stay steady. His eyes flickered up to you momentarily in surprise only to close once more to properly savor his meal.
Zhongli sucked hard on your clit, lifting it up with the amount of fervor he had, watching it jump back into place once he finally let it go. His tongue maneuvered around the bud too, only drifting away at times to go back and flicker along the actual nub.
His fingers traveled to both of your folds, stretching you out wider for him to continue his abuse on your clit. His tongue slowly drifted down to your puckering hole, pushing it inside as his fingers replaced where his lips once were.
“H-How is this possible. F-Fuck!,” you moaned out. Your eyes blew wide, squirming under his grasp as you felt his tongue reach deeper and deeper inside of you. Your walls fluttered, clamping down at his inhumanely long tongue hitting the deepest parts of you. Your body shook as the pleasure began getting overwhelming for you. With slow, meticulous circles rubbing along your throbbing clit and his tongue somehow curving up and hitting that other sensitive part inside of you.
Your legs caved in his heavy, pushing his face deeper in your crotch with your grip still on his horns. You could feel his lips forming a smirk, as his factions began going faster and faster. His tongue drilled in and out of you, fingers rapidly rubbing your clit. He was slurping loudly, your essence dripping down on the tile.
“M’gonna. M’gonna. Zhongli!!!” you screamed out, back-arching as you finally reached your peak. With your tear-pricked eyes rolled back, your body convulsed trying to recover from the immense orgasm that just rocked you.
When Zhongli finally raised his head away from your hole, your half-lidded eyes noticed his tongue was normal, swiping your slick coating his fingers. His cheeks held a rosy hue, almost as if he was shy all of a sudden. As you let your back fall backward, Zhongli quickly held an arm out, cradling you in them.
“Are you alright?” he murmured out. A flash of confusion hit your expression. You wondered why he was being so attentive and caring, for someone who seduced you not even 10 minutes ago.
“Y-Yeah…” you croaked out. Zhongli sighed once more, eyes drifting down to the floor. His gaze hardened, grip on you getting tighter.
“...I want to apologize. I lost my composure and ended up dragging you into this. I did not wish for you, or anyone to see this side of myself,” Zhongli murmured. You didn’t respond, only drifting your hands up and pressing it on the patch of scales on his cheek. His eyes momentarily widened but softened as he leaned against your touch.
“Spring is a beautiful season for almost everyone. The bitterness of the cold is gone, there is a new harvest and treats to eat, even the glaze lilies I adore so much bloom beautifully at this time,” Zhongli hummed with a slight smile. His lips soon after curved down, eyebrows furrowed in frustration and sadness.
“But it’s a reminder that as much as I’d like to be human, I’m not. Humans don’t go through ruts. Humans don’t lose themselves in lust. Humans don’t have an unbeatable desire as I do,” he sighed.
“Most years I have managed to close myself off and deal with my…issues alone, but I noticed you outside walking around the garden in the window and I completely lost control. I sincerely apologize from the bottom of my heart for putting you through that. Let’s get you up and hydrated. I’m sure Ganyu is already worried and will gladly take care of you—”
“But who's going to take care of you, my lord?” you whispered. Zhongli flattened his lips, not answering your question. The patch of scales under your touch was jarring, they were rough and juxtaposed against the rest of his soft smooth skin.
“...I don’t mind assisting. I agreed to take care of your needs when I signed that contract years ago Zhongli. Let me do this for you for everything you’ve done for me…” you murmur back to him. Zhongli gulped, fighting a subconscious battle with himself, before pressing a kiss on your thigh.
“You know I won’t be this calm and gentle when I lose myself again. This is a temporary moment of tranquility…” he replied back. You chuckled, lifting your lips to his forehead.
“I figured as much…”
His lips captured your once more, as you laid in his bed. His hips were grinding into your core, you could feel just how hard he was rubbing it along your glistening folds. As he lifted his head from your bruised lips, you noticed his eyes had changed—diamonds becoming slits.
Even his dick had transformed as well, looking more monstrous than before. It now had a gradient, his pale skin turning into an obsidian hue. The symbol of Liyue, of his element, of geo glowed. Even his muscular arms favored that obsidian color, with golden geometric lines decorating the sides of it. Translucent precum formed at the black head, ridges now decorated the base of his cock.
“I’m going to breed you…fill you up again and again. Remember, you’re the one that decided to stay and deal with this side of me,” he growled lowly in your ear. He leaned in close to you, hands clasping tightly at your hips.
The head of his cock pressed into your entrance back and forth trying to find a way for it to fit in. Your body jolted as he slowly entered inside of you. You sucked a breath in, feeling him stretch you out wider and wider as he slipped in deeper. Tears pricked your eyes once more, you weren’t a virgin but he was too big for you not to experience some kind of pain and discomfort.
Sensing the pain, Zhongli growled once more letting his fingers swirl against your clit once more trying to distract you from the pain. A moan escaped your lips as he eventually bottomed out, tip hitting against your cervix. You never felt so full in your life, your hand pressing against the new bulge on your stomach.
Not even giving you time to get used to him, Zhongli began thrusting hard inside of you. Your hands gripped the sheets tightly, fingers digging into the silk. The bed squeaked and moaned, wood hitting against the wall with the rapid pace he had set.
His lips connected with your neck, sucking and nibbling the skin. His fangs had returned once more, poking you every so often. Your gummy walls squeezed tight feeling the ridges of his cock rub against that mouth-watering spot inside of you. Your legs wrapped around his waist in a futile attempt for him to get even deeper.
“M’M-Zhongli,” you moaned. Your body quivered once more, reaching an orgasm. His jaw clenched firmly, heavy balls slapping against your ass. A low groan came from him as his warm, thick cum spurted inside of you. A ring of white decorated his cock as he continued fucking the cum deep within you.
“More. More. I need more…” Zhongli groaned. Your tired eyes widened as you were flipped over. He now laid under you, his forearms lifted up your legs lifting up your rapidly pounding into you. Your walls only squeezed tighter, as his previous cum began slipping out and falling on his sheets.
Your hand pressed against his own that was rubbing his clit before you found yourself reaching another high. Tears were cascading down your cheeks as how overwhelmed and overstimulated you were. Your clit burned, still being rapidly rubbed against as a wave of pure exhaustion hit your body. You were becoming so tight that he could barely thrust inside of you. Zhongli growled, letting himself cum inside you once more.
Things began drifting after Zhongli came again. You were repeatedly flipped, handled, and fondled in different positions—with him cumming inside of you again and again. You started losing count of just how many times he had done it.
Gold that once enveloped the room turned to navy as you finally got a barring of your surroundings again. Lips were pressing against the various marks and bruises that now adorned your body and your lower half burned in dull pain. As you tried to move, you whined as the dull pain became much sharper.
“Shhh…easy there. Let me just clean up the rest of this on your legs and I’ll get you some water alright?” Zhongli murmured. That sweet smile was on his lips again, as a damp rag wiped off the leftover cum staining your body.
“Z-Zhongli?” you whispered out in confusion. Zhongli only chuckled, reaching over to a glass of water and placing it on your slightly chapped lips. You slowly drank the water, letting the cool liquid lubricate your once dry throat.
“I told you when I’m like that I lose all sense of myself. Still…thank you for sticking by me. No one has done that for me before,” Zhongli murmured, pressing his lips against your forehead. You leaned your head against his, eyes feeling heavy once more. Zhongli’s hand placed itself on your lower stomach with a small smile.
“...I think it may be time this nation sees a new Empress anyway. How do you feel about that?” Zhongli murmured. You whined, closing your eyes again as exhaustion took over you. Zhongli could only chuckle, noting to get you properly fed and checked out once you wake up from his arms. He could only play with the strains of your hair, bringing it up to his lips.
“...Because I think that’s a splendid idea…”
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