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protecting you ★ megumi fushiguro

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— pairing: megumi fushiguro x gn!reader ෆ angst?, fluff, hurt/comfort ෆ wordcount: 939 ෆ warning: injury mentions, blo*d mentions, slight body comfort in some parts, de*th threat mentions, megumi being insecure, a lot of crying

a/n: i will work on requests after this! so sorry, i have not been motivated lately. had this rotting in my drafts for like, 2 months now? so i quickly finished this up to post for content cause i need to start trying to be consistent (-_-;)

the digital clock struck 1AM, when megumi stumbled through the front door, limping and wincing.

"y/n?.. y/n!" he yelled through the quiet apartment of their partner. he was in terrible shape: his body covered in bruises, blood leaking out of his head, while patches of his clothes were ripped torn.

he was in distress, looking for the presence of his one and only. his eyes scanned all the rooms from corner to corner. his chest tightened, and so did his throat; so nervous, so worried. until he remembered there was one more room, their bedroom.

he stumbles into the bedroom of his lover, feeling like his lungs would collapse at any moment. he swings the door open, before seeing y/n, making his body loosen from panic.

y/n laid on the bed, tucked warmly underneath the covers, sleeping. he feels his heart ache, as he quietly walks over to their bed, sitting down next to them, the bed dipping next to them.

he adored their slumbering face, his pumping heart calmed down as he admired them.

the warm lamp on the bedside table made their face glow, the tone of their skin being megumi's favorite color. despite any skin imperfections they had, they were radiant as ever, to megumi atleast.

he stayed quiet for a while, his eyes adoring them like a camera lens; picturing and saving every twist in their skin and bend of their bone to remember in his memories.

he starts talking, even though he's well aware their asleep.

"hello y/n. i'm sorry, i know it's late, but i just have to.. get this off my chest. today i got, in a.. really gruesome fight. and i mean, it was terrible. blood was everywhere, screams left and right you didn't know where to look first. you know i'm a somewhat calm person, unlike yuuji or nobara. but.. i've never been so, terrified before. i was shaking and my heart was caught up in a frenzy. it's kind of embarrassing telling you this, to be honest." he laughs dryly, his throat itching with pain.

"but anyway, i wasn't scared for myself. i couldn't care less about me ending up on life support or something. but.. it was you. the curse brought you up, and said it knew i was fond of you. it threatened me, telling me it would, kill you." his voice stifled, his hand on the sheets gripping it tightly.

"it said, it would kill you when i wasn't watching. and that, i'd end up visiting your corpse one day. that's what scared me. it said it with so much certainty, i started doubting myself, and my abilities. again, this is super embarrassing." he mumbled stubbornly, hiding his face in his hands, resting his elbows on his knees.

"but, i had full right to be nervous. i'm not that good of a sorcerer, nor am i that morally great. i still have so much to improve. i mean, what would happen if it did get to you? we defeated it thankfully, but what if it kept it's promise. what if, i won't be able to save you. what if i'm too weak for you? i feel like everyone's getting better, while i stay the same." his voice starting to break up and falter.

"you might be in trouble, and i might not be able to save you, and it's going to be.. all my fault." hot tears started pouring from his eyes, as he squeezed them shut, hoping to stop them. his throat clenched, but the more cries left his mouth. megumi was shattered by the idea of not being able to save his own lover, wiping his tears away wasn't taking effect, nothing was.

he looks at his sleeping beauty, his eyes teary-eyed and face full of wet marks. his heart twists and pulls on it's owns strings, seeing them so peaceful, not aware of how much danger he's actually putting them in. he slowly climbs over, and lays on the empty spot next to them, resting his head on the extra pillow, wishing everything could stay just like this. his fears storm his head, terrorizing and clouding it.

"i'm sorry if i can't save you. i'm sorry if i can't be strong enough, i'm sorry if your going to die because of me, i'm sorry.. i'm sorry, i'm so sorry." he curls into a slight ball next to them, bursting into quiet sobs again.

"i hope you know how much i love you. i love you so much. if something happens, i hope you remember that i love you, and that i've gone beyond my limits to try and keep you safe. your a miracle to me, and i'm sorry if i'm being a huge annoyance right now, but you really do mean a lot to me. im so sorry if i dont show it. you mean the world and more, to me. please forgive me." he clung to the blanket, letting out all the things he had always wanted to say, drunk in sadness and extreme admiration.

after what seems like forever, his breath calmed down, his face all blotched and pigmented with tears, his nose clogged, his hands weak, as his blood from his prior injuries smearing on the blanket and pillows. he was a total wreck, while his beloved beauty stayed in deep sleep.

he takes one last glance at them, barely being able to keep his eyes open for long. "i love you." he whispered, his throat breaking up the words, before his eyes shut closed, falling asleep, next to his oblivious lover.

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A Pleasure to Have in Class | Nanami Kento x f!reader

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, Explicit Sexual Content, Teacher Nanami Kento, Breeding Kink, Daddy Kink, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Oral Sex, Classroom Sex, Desk Sex

Word Count: 6.1K

Summary: You and your son's hot new teacher give a whole new meaning to "parent/teacher conference".

Cross-posted to AO3

You rushed towards the building as quickly as your pumps would allow, and you waved down a faculty member who was exiting, signaling them to hold the door lest you be locked out. A work meeting of yours had lasted longer than anticipated, and you now found yourself hurrying through the halls of the school to catch your son’s teacher for the last parent/teacher conference of the day.

Your frantic search drew to a close when you finally located your son’s classroom – the door was slightly ajar, but regardless, you knocked on the doorframe twice to announce your arrival.

“Good evening, Mr. Nanami,” you said, stepping into the classroom and shutting the door behind you. “I’m sorry for running late – absolutely hectic day at the office! I’m Yuji’s mother.”

Yuji’s teacher, Mr. Nanami, put down the stack of papers he had been grading and stood up from his seat to greet you, taking your hand in his to give you a firm shake. His large hand enveloped your own, and the rolled-up sleeves of his sapphire blue button-down shirt showed off his impressive, veiny forearms.

You had heard whispers amongst the other PTA moms about how attractive the new teacher was, but their gossiping did not do the man justice. Simply put, Mr. Nanami was hot – and not just your run-of-the-mill kind of hot, but absolutely mouthwatering.

His cheekbones and jawline looked as if they had been expertly carved from marble, and the aura he exuded was one of confidence. He seemed like a serious man who had his shit together, and that only added to his appeal.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he said in his rich, baritone voice. “No need to apologize – from what your son has told me, it seems like your position is quite demanding.”

“I appreciate you being so understanding,” you replied, sitting down in the chair in front of his desk. “My son tells me you’re his favorite teacher, so I’m very happy to finally meet the man he looks up to so much. I’ve heard nothing but good things about you, Mr. Nanami.”

For the next half hour or so, Mr. Nanami updated you on Yuji’s performance in class, going over areas in which he excelled, and areas of opportunity. You were entranced by the manner in which he spoke. He was incredibly eloquent and articulate, and his words made it perfectly clear that he loved his job.

He went into detail about some of the topics Yuji struggled with, and had an answer for every one of your questions, demonstrating that he had given a lot of thought as to how to help your son succeed. For every challenge, Mr. Nanami presented you with a well-thought-out performance improvement plan, and it became increasingly clear why your son loved him so much.

Underneath his stoic exterior, Mr. Nanami was a kind man who cared deeply about his students, and you found your attraction to him grow the more he spoke.

“Yuji is an absolute pleasure to have in class,” he said, drawing your attention back to the conversation at hand. His eyes seemed to narrow and darken as he eyed you. “And now that I’m getting the chance to speak to you, I can see why – he must get his charm from you.”

You raised a brow. Perhaps you were reading too much into his tone, but that didn’t seem like the kind of thing one would just say to a parent during a parent/teacher conference.

Mr. Nanami ran a hand through his blond locks, and you blatantly observed the way his biceps flexed when he raised his arm. He was naturally alluring, and it had been ages since the last time you had felt this attracted to a man, so it was becoming more and more difficult to ignore the ache between your legs.

“I must say, Mr. Nanami, I can see why Yuji speaks so highly of you,” you said. You leaned forward, placed your elbows on his desk, and rested your chin atop your interlaced fingers. “I’m glad he has a man like you to look up to.”

“Well, you’ve raised a wonderful young man, Mrs. Itadori-”

“Miss Itadori,” you said. You flashed him your left hand, showing off your bare ring finger, and smiled. “I never married.”

“Miss Itadori, then.”

“And what about you Mr. Nanami?” you asked, quirking a brow. “Any children?”

“No, no children.”

“Married?”

“No,” he replied. You hummed.

“Really? That’s quite a surprise,” you said. You leaned back into your seat and crossed your legs, causing your skirt to ride up and flash a bit of thigh, the only thing shielding the view of your bare leg being the skin toned pantyhose you were wearing. “I envy the woman who will be lucky enough to snatch you up.”

“What do you mean?” he asked. You smiled at him before biting down on your bottom lip. He was totally oblivious to your flirting – he was so cute.

“Well, you’re obviously great with kids, so you would make a wonderful father, and you have a good head on your shoulders – I find that hard to come by nowadays, especially from a man. Frankly, I find it hard to believe that you’re still on the market.”

A soft shade of pink dusted Nanami’s cheeks, and you couldn’t help but let out a quiet giggle. You didn’t think it would be so easy to get a man as levelheaded as he is so flustered. He tore his gaze from you and loosened his tie as he cleared his throat.

“I appreciate the compliment, Miss Itadori.”

“You know, Mr. Nanami,” you cooed. You stood up from your chair and sat on the edge of his desk before leaning in to reach for his tie. You gently tugged on it, a wordless suggestion that he lean in closer, and he obliged. Nanami’s face was mere inches away from yours, and you could hear his breath hitch as you began to close the distance between the two of you. “I really appreciate everything you’ve done for my son.”

“Miss Itadori, I-I don’t think this is appropriate,” he choked out. You sighed and released your hold on his tie, allowing him to sink back into his seat.

“You’re right – I apologize.” You stood from the desk and smoothed out your skirt, disappointed by the turn of events. “I should head out. I’m sorry this ran so late – I’m almost certain we’re the last ones in the building and I’m sure you’re eager to get out of here after such a long day.”

You started to reach for your coat and bag when you heard Nanami’s chair roll away as he stood up abruptly.

“Miss Itadori – please don’t take my reaction as an insult. This may be improper of me to say, but you’re a beautiful woman and under different circumstances…” Nanami trailed off, and you eyed him curiously as he walked around his desk to stand in front of you. He shoved his hands into his pockets, the innocent gesture a clear sign as to how awkward he felt in that moment. “Yuji is fortunate to have a mother like you who cares so deeply for his success, but please don’t feel obligated to repay me in any way. I’m just doing my job.”

You blinked, bemused, and brought your hand up to your mouth as you laughed.

“Mr. Nanami,” you said, walking towards him until he was within arm’s reach. “I can assure you that I wasn’t flirting with you to… compensate you for your efforts. I was doing so for purely selfish reasons.”

“…ah.”

God, he was cute – he really didn’t get it, did he?

You reached out to fix his tie and allowed your fingers to travel downwards so that your palms rested on his chest, and you were pleasantly surprised by the firmness of his pectorals. What kind of teacher was built like this?

His heartrate raced beneath your touch and you stood on your toes to whisper into his ear.

“You are a very handsome man, Mr. Nanami, and I’m a woman who knows what she wants.” His hands found purchase on your waist, and he steadied you as you lowered yourself back down. “But I understand that you don’t think this is the time nor place for my advances – you have to maintain your professionalism, of course.”

“Miss Itadori…”

You backed away from him and grabbed your purse.

“Under different circumstances, right?” you asked, shooting him a coquettish smile as you repeated his words. “Well, have a good night – and thank you for taking such good care of my son.”

You turned towards the door to make your exit but stopped short when you felt Nanami’s hand wrap around your bicep.

“Wait,” he began. You tilted your head to the side, confused by his actions, and your skin prickled with excitement as his hand released your arm to trace a line up to your cheek. “I apologize if this is too forward but -”

“Mr. Nanami,” you interrupted. You closed the distance between your bodies so your chest was flush against his. “I think I’ve made it perfectly clear that I find you to be sinfully attractive so, please, don’t worry about being too forward because I can assure y-”

It was Nanami’s turn to interrupt you as he brought one of his hands to the back of your head, and crashed his lips against yours. Your arms snaked their way around his neck, and Nanami’s free hand gripped your side, with his thumb brushing the spot just below your breast.

His hands roamed across your body, running the pads of his fingers down the length of your spine and leaving a trail of goosebumps wherever he made contact, while you tangled your fingers in locks, disheveling his once perfectly coiffed hair. A firm grope of your ass caused you to gasp out in surprise, and Nanami took advantage of that moment to deepen the kiss, inserting his tongue into your mouth as he slowly pushed you towards the edge of his desk.

You pulled away for a moment and admired the flushed look of Nanami’s cheeks as the two of you regulated your heavy breathing. It felt as if the temperature of the room had skyrocketed, and your racing heartbeat thrummed in your eardrums, sending pulsations throughout your whole body – including your now wet cunt. All this and you had only kissed the man.

Nanami pressed his forehead against yours as his breaths became steady, and his lips barely grazed yours as he whispered to you.

“Is this alright?” he asked. You titled your head up a fraction of an inch to touch your lips to his and breathed out your affirmation.

“More than alright.”

Taking your words as a sign to keep going, Nanami lifted you up just high enough to seat you on top of his desk and pressed his thigh in between your legs, coaxing a moan out of you. Your damp panties did little to shield your cunt from the rough material of his slacks, and your hips moved of their own accord, grinding down on his thigh and soaking through his pants.

“God,” he hissed in between kisses. “I can already feel how wet you are.”

You merely hummed in response as you started to undo his tie, tossing it aside to God knows where before working on unbuttoning his shirt. Nanami mirrored your actions with urgency and before you had a chance to pull his shirt off of him, he had already rid you of your blouse. His hands immediately found for your tits, and he kneaded them over your lacy, black bra. You groaned into his mouth, spurring him on, and allowed your hands to explore the solid planes of his chest and abdomen. Nanami’s muscles tensed under your touch, and you could feel his quad flex between your legs as you continued to rock yourself against his leg.

Nanami’s mouth parted from yours, leaving you disappointed for only a fraction of a second before his lips started to make their way down your neck. He lightly nipped at your skin, following up with hot, wet kisses to soothe the spots that he had undoubtedly bruised. He brought a hand behind your back and deftly unhooked your bra, separating from you just long enough for you to slip it off before he went back to his ministrations.

You leaned back on the desk to allow him better access to your bare chest, and groaned uncomfortably when you felt something digging into your back. Sensing your discomfort, Nanami swiped his arm across his desk, sending its contents crashing towards the floor. The sound of a mug shattering rang in your ears, but Nanami paid no mind to it, preferring to focus on the task at hand.

Nanami gently pushed you down so you lay flat across his desk, and you moaned with pleasure as one of his hands was replaced by his mouth sucking on your tit. He kissed and licked around your nipple, leaving yet another bitemark on the swell of your breast.

He swiped his tongue across the valley of your breasts as he began to rub one of your nipples between his thumb and index finger. His mouth travelled to your other nipple and you moaned when he began to lightly flick it with his tongue.

You were absolutely breathless, and the only thing on your mind was the nonstop throbbing of your cunt as it rubbed against Nanami’s abdominals and clenched around nothing – your pussy was begging to be filled.

“Fuck,” you moaned. “I need you inside of me.”

“Patience is a virtue, Miss Itadori” Nanami whispered against your skin, switching his mouth over to your other nipple. The hand that had been previously groping at you slid down your side, tracing the contours of your body as he made his way to the zipper of your skirt. You tugged on Nanami’s hair, pulling him up so that his mouth met yours once again. The only sounds filling the room were those of your lips smacking together and the sound of Nanami pulling your zipper down at a torturously slow pace.

Nanami stepped back so that he could fully remove your skirt and you took the brief reprieve from his kisses to admire his flawlessly toned torso. You had suspected that he was built like an Adonis when you saw the way his muscles bulged under his shirt, but now that you had a perfect view of his bare torso, you reflexively licked your lips.

You longed to have your mouth on every single one of the bumps and curves of his body. You wanted to feel his firm chest pressed up against yours. You wanted his rough hands to explore every inch of your skin. You wanted to feel his lips on your plush inner thighs.

Even under the harsh lighting of the fluorescent bulbs overhead, Nanami Kento was, without a doubt, the sexiest man you had ever laid eyes on.

Nanami got down onto his knees and you squealed with surprise and delight when he hooked his arms around your thighs and pulled you towards the edge of the desk so that you could feel his hot breath on your clothed wet cunt.

He had neglected to remove your pantyhose when he rid you of your skirt, but you realized that that had been intentional when Nanami pinched the translucent material, pulled on it, and let it snap back into place against your inner thigh. He was toying with you, and it was driving you crazy.

As if reading your mind, Nanami placed a kiss on your cunt, and dug his nails into your pantyhose to rip a giant hole to expose your crotch. He swiped his tongue over your panties and you whimpered with anticipation as you felt his fingers walk their way over to the lace so he could shove them aside.

Without an ounce of hesitation, he dove in between your legs, burying his face in your folds and rubbing at your clit with his pointed nose while his tongue dipped inside of you.

“Oh god – oh god,” you moaned.

Nanami ate you out with unmatched fervor as if you were the only meal he had had in weeks – a meal he just couldn’t get enough of – and he hummed into your pussy with satisfaction as your slick coated his tongue.

His fingers dug into your thighs to keep you steady in place as your hips bucked upwards almost involuntarily. Your entire body was wracked by your heavy breathing, and the lewd sounds of Nanami sucking on your clit were almost loud enough to drown out the sound of your moaning.

Your hands futilely groped around the desk, desperately searching for something – anything – to grab onto. Unable to find an anchor, your hands ultimately found purchase in Nanami’s tousled locks. You almost didn’t think he could get any closer to you, but when you pressed his head into your pussy, he proved you wrong as his tongue reached a spot even deeper within your cunt.

“You taste amazing,” he breathed, and you found yourself whimpering yet again when he removed his tongue to speak, desperate for more stimulation. You pushed his head back to its rightful place in between your legs, and let out a shrill moan when his tongue was replaced by two of his long, thick fingers delving into your sopping wet cunt. They slid in with ease, thanks to his spit and the juices of your arousal, and the loud squelching of him pumping his fingers in and out of you was, by far, the most lascivious thing you had ever heard.

Your moans grew more and more distressed as you neared your first orgasm. The way Nanami worked at your clit with his tongue made it seem like the two of you had done this thousands of times. He was a fast learner, and quickly picked up on all of your cues indicating whenever you really liked what he was doing. He expertly flicked at the nub with the tip of his tongue, and his skillful, deliberate movements had you seeing stars.

He curled his fingers within you, pressing into a sensitive spot in your cunt at the same time he swiped his tongue over your clit. It elicited a long, squealing moan from your lips, and your grip on his hair tightened as your toes curled.

“Yes, yes, oh god, just like that,” you panted. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck! I’m so close!”

You dared to peer down at Nanami working at your pussy, and the sight alone of him in between your legs almost sent you careening over the edge.

It wasn’t until he peeked up at you through his long lashes with his tongue still deep in your cunt, that the wave of euphoria crashed over you, and you screamed out his name as you found your release. Nanami kept you pressed tightly against his mouth and drank up your essence – eager to have you ride out your orgasm on his tongue.

You could’ve sworn you blacked out for a moment – you had never had an orgasm quite like that.

You released his locks and dropped back onto the desk with one of your arms flying to cover your eyes and protect them from the ceiling lamps. Your legs may have been shaking like leaves in a hurricane, and your breathing may have been irregular, but you had never, ever felt this good.

If he was able to make you cum like that with just his tongue and his fingers, you couldn’t wait to have his cock inside of you.

Nanami took the opportunity to rid you completely of your defiled pantyhose and underwear before getting up from his spot on the floor and wiping your remaining juices from his face with one of his clean fingers. He stared you dead in the eyes as he sucked all of his digits clean and you bit down on your lip lustfully.

You wanted to do unspeakable things to this man.

But, for now, your focus was on making him feel as good as he had made you feel.

Despite your still-trembling limbs, you propped yourself up and managed to stand before him to thank him with a sloppy kiss on his lips. He wrapped his arms around your waist and groaned into the kiss as he pulled your naked body close against him. You could feel the hardness of his erection begging to be released from the confines of his slacks and you were more than eager to help him take care of that.

“Was that okay?” he asked. You gawked at him before pulling him in for another kiss.

“Was that, okay? You just gave me one of the best orgasms of my entire life and you’re asking me if that was okay?” you laughed. “That was more than okay – and I would love to thank you properly.”

“No thanks necessary – I might have enjoyed that even more than you did.”

Your pussy throbbed at his words, and you palmed at the prominent bulge in his pants. He bit down on his tongue to stifle a moan and you tutted at him, rubbing your palm against him in a circular motion and leaning into his ear.

“I want to hear you, Mr. Nanami,” you whispered. “Now be a good boy and have a seat for me.”

You could hear him gulp expectantly as he followed orders and took a seat in his desk chair. You planted your palms on his thighs and ran your hands all over them, teasingly brushing over his erection.

You could feel the corded muscles of his quads flex as you used them to help you lower yourself into a kneeling position in front of him, but before you reached the ground, he stopped you.

“Wait,” he said. You eyed him curiously as he pulled his arms free of his sleeves and removed his button-down shirt. He folded it up and placed it on the ground, right where your knees were set to land. “I want you to be comfortable.”

You had known this man all of one hour, but you could already confidently say that he was perfect.

He spread his legs out wide enough so that you can squeeze yourself in between them, and you leisurely dragged your index finger from his sternum down to the trail of blond hairs directly below his navel. You lightly scratched his skin with your manicured nail, and drew a loaded sigh from Nanami’s lips.

His belt was unbuckled in a matter of seconds, and you could hear the creaking of leather as he gripped onto the arms of his chair, clearly growing excited by the prospect you taking him into your mouth. Next came the button of slacks, followed by the zipper which you pulled down slowly, teasing him just as he had teased you before.

Nanami lifted his hips for you to be able to pull down his pants and boxer briefs, and you couldn’t help but moan when his cock sprung free.

“Jesus Christ,” you breathed.

To say he had a nice cock would be an understatement. It was longer than most of the ones you had seen, and definitely girthier. Most impressive of all was how big his balls were, and you couldn’t wait to feel them slap against your pussy when he inevitably fucked you on his desk.

Precum glistened on the tip of his cock, and you carefully wrapped one of your hands around his length, using the pad of your thumb to spread his precum all over the head. Nanami shuddered and you experimentally swirled your tongue around his swollen tip. He hissed at your actions, and what you wanted more than anything was to hear more of those sweet sounds come out of him.

You allowed saliva to pool in your mouth, and stared up at him as you let it flow from your lips to moisten his cock. A few more pumps of your hand coated him entirely with your makeshift lubricant, and once you were satisfied, you jerked him off with one hand and fondled his balls with the other.

Nanami groaned as your pace quickened and you continued to rub at his tip with your thumb. His cock twitched in your hand, and you took that as your cue to switch over to using your mouth.

“God,” he moaned. “You’re really good at this.”

You stared up at him from your spot in between his legs, and you could tell he loved the view of you on your knees with his fat cock stuffed into your mouth. He threw his head back when you took him deeper into your throat, and you could hear his grip on the leather arms tighten when he heard you gagging on his length.

He was so big that you wondered just how you were even physically able to take his cock bottoming out in your throat, but you were up for the challenge – especially when he rewarded you with those incredibly sexy moans.

Your hand continued to play with those heavy balls of his, while your other hand wrapped around the base of his cock and jerked him off. Whatever couldn’t fit in your fist was taken care of by your mouth, and the sloppiness of your blowjob had spit dripping down his cock and onto the leather seat of his chair.

You wanted to suck the life out of this man but, much to your dismay, he stopped you.

“W-wait,” he stuttered. You pulled your mouth off of his cock with a loud ‘pop’ and glanced up at him through your lashes. He grabbed onto your forearms and helped you stand before bringing you in for a kiss. He started with your lips, and then trailed down your neck, lightly biting on your pulse point. “I don’t want to cum until I’ve properly fucked you.”

“Mr. Nanami, there is nothing proper about what I want you to do to me,” you teased. He growled in your ear and spun you around so your back was against his chest. His hand snaked around you and down in between your legs to rub at your clit, causing you to whimper and grind your ass against his fully erect cock.

While his index and middle fingers alternated between rubbing your clit and dipping into your pussy, he planted his free hand on your upper back and urged you forward so that you were bent over his desk, wet cunt on full display from behind.

Nanami grabbed his cock, spreading your slick coating his fingers down his entire length, and giving it a few solid pumps. He slipped himself between your legs, and rubbed himself along your folds without entering you – it was excruciating.

“Please,” you whined. “I need you inside of me.”

He went out of his way to torture you, and only gave you the satisfaction of him slowly inserting just the tip inside of you. You whimpered and attempted to thrust your hips backwards so that he could sink into you further, but he wouldn’t allow it, instead keeping you firmly in place so he could go at his pace.

“I’m going to go slow, okay?”

He said this out of concern for you, knowing that taking his entire cock might be a bit difficult even though you were more than fully prepped. He pushed into you slowly, and with every inch, you grew more and more impatient and desperate for him to actually fuck you.

The delicious stretch of his cock within your walls had your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your grip on the desk’s lip intensified to the point you were sure your nails were going to leave crescent-shaped marks in the wood.

Nanami let out a sigh of immense satisfaction as he bottomed out and held your ass flush against his pelvis.

“Fuck, Nanami, you feel so fucking good,” you breathed. Your walls clenched around him and he groaned.

“You’re so tight and wet,” he moaned. “Let me know when I can move.”

“Nanami, if you don’t fuck me into this desk right now, I swear to- ah!”

Before you could finish your sentence, Nanami pulled himself almost completely out of your pussy and slammed himself back into you. The few pens that remained on his desk clattered to the floor as Nanami fucked into you so hard the wood started protesting underneath you. Your moans, Nanami’s grunts, and the creaking of the desk were perfectly in sync and you were almost certain the desk was going to give out at any moment.

The two of you were so loud, it was a wonder you could even hear the sound of skin smacking together as he incessantly fucked you from behind and had his balls slapping against your cunt.

“You feel fucking amazing,” he groaned, and he tangled his fingers in your hair to keep your head pressed against the desk, trapping you in your current position and surrendering yourself to him completely.

“Harder – I want you to fuck me harder!” you cried out. Eager to please, Nanami pushed into you so hard that the desk began to scoot across the floor. “God! Yes! Just like that! Oh, God, right there, right there!”

The tip of his cock kissed your cervix and you cried out shamelessly – all worries of someone possibly overhearing you flew out the window. Your walls tightened around him as you felt yourself rapidly approaching your release.

“Don’t,” he said, emphasizing his warning his another hard thrust. “Don’t squeeze my cock like that unless you want me to cum inside you.”

“And what if that is what I want?” you asked teasingly, choking out your words as your legs began to give out. “I want you to cum in me – I want it so bad.”

“Careful,” he cautioned – another thrust.

“I want you to fuck me like you want to put a baby in me,” you said. Nanami groaned and his cock twitched within your walls; you let out a laugh in disbelief. “Oh, you like that, huh?”

You whined with disappointment as he completely pulled out of you, denying you your orgasm, and you squealed in surprise when he flipped you over so that you were lying with your back flat against the desk and your legs hanging over the edge. Nanami grabbed your calves and slung one leg over each of his shoulders.

You had to spread your legs out quite a bit to accommodate his size, and you admired the view of his large, sturdy frame in between your thighs. You hungrily eyed his bulging muscles and, if you weren’t dying for instant gratification, you would love to experiment with him and see what kind of crazy, acrobatic positions he’d be able fuck you in.

Nanami lined his cock up with your entrance and thrust himself back into you without warning.

“Say it again,” he commanded.

“Fuck a baby into me – I want you to fuck a baby into me!”

“Good girl.”

Your cries were rewarded with Nanami relentlessly pounding into you, and his ferocity only spurred you on as you began to mindlessly babble.

“Do you want me to make you a daddy?” you asked. Nanami grunted in time with another hard thrust, and you screamed out in pleasure. “Yeah, I’ll make you a daddy – fuck a baby into me, daddy.”

“You want me to stuff you full of my cum?” he asked, “You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, daddy,” you moaned.

Something within him must have snapped, and if you thought he was fucking your brains out before, he was fucking the life out of you now.

There was something about seeing a man like him become totally undone that drove you absolutely mad. He was so well put together and self-actualized that you felt an immense sense of pride in being the cause of his absolutely primal behavior. His baritone voice made your cunt throb with every grunt, because it was just so damn animalistic, and his nostrils flared every time he hit your cervix. His hair had fallen out of place and was plastered against his forehead with sweat from fucking you like his life depended on it – he was the very image of perfection.

Nanami, of course, thought you were an absolute vision. The way your tits bounced every time he pounded into you and the way your voice started to become hoarse from your non-stop moaning and screaming made his cock twitch.

A ring of cream was forming around the base of his cock and he slipped in and out of you so easily it seemed almost unreal.

“You want me to fill you up?” he asked. You moaned your affirmation and he brought his fingers to your clit, rubbing it furiously and drawing another scream out of you. “Use your words.”

“Yes, God, yes!” you cried. “I want you to fucking stuff me full of your cum – wanna make you a daddy!”

He could feel your legs trembling on his shoulders and your pussy spasming from the overstimulation of his cock inside of you and his thumb drawing circles on your clit.

“Are you going to be a good girl and cum for me when I tell you to?”

“Yes, please, I want to cum so bad – please, please, please” you begged. Nanami continued to fuck into you, not granting you even a millisecond of rest, until his thrusts became erratic as he felt himself nearing his orgasm.

“Cum for me,” he finally ordered. Your body obeyed of its own volition, and you released one final, high-pitched scream as you convulsed around him, cumming all over his cock.

It was the final push he needed to find his own release, and you could feel his cock twitch inside of you as he emptied himself into your hot, wet cunt. Amidst the sounds of your screams and his moans, you heard something that sounded suspiciously like wood cracking.

The two of you stayed put for a moment, collecting yourselves and steadying your breathing, before Nanami slipped his soft cock out of you. You groaned at suddenly feeling so empty.

“Jesus Christ,” you panted. There was so much more you wanted to say – this was the best sex you had ever had and you wanted to praise him for it, but you were at a loss for words because of him probably literally fucking your brains out.

A moan escaped you when you felt Nanami shove a finger into your overly-sensitive pussy.

“You’re not going to waste a single drop,” he said, stuffing his cum back into your dripping cunt. You whined and nodded.

“Yes, sir.”

Nanami, ever the gentleman, helped you sit up, and you yelped when one of the desk’s legs snapped, dropping one side to the floor and cracking the wooden frame. The sudden movement made you stumble and almost roll off the desk, but Nanami wrapped his arms around your torso before you could fall over.

The two of you had done it, you had actually broken the desk.

You stared at each other in shock, and the silence was broken when you burst into a fit of laughter. Nanami’s brow furrowed.

“I have no idea how I’m going to explain this,” he said. You ran your fingers through his hair, slicking the stray, damp locks away from his forehead.

“Don’t worry too much about it – I’ll make sure to make a large donation to the school.”

“How generous of you,” he teased.

The two of you quickly got dressed and you turned to check the clock on the wall.

“Oh, it’s late,” you observed. “I need to pick Yuji up from the Fushiguro’s place.”

“Well, I certainly hope I won’t have to wait until the next parent/teacher conference to see you again,” Nanami said. His face was still flushed from your earlier activities, but you imagined that the redness of his cheeks intensified as he expressed his desire to continue whatever relationship the two of you now had.

You reached into your purse to pull out your wallet and plucked one of your business cards from the inner sleeve, handing it over to him with a coy smile.

“Maybe next time we can try this on my desk,” you purred. You grabbed your coat from its spot on the chair and stood on your toes to give him one final peck goodbye. “Have a good night, Kento. I’ll see you again very soon.”

Escort! Satoru- part three

Pairings- Escort Satoru Gojo x shy CEO F! reader

Warnings- eventually explicit sex, freaky but fluffy- this part- obsessed ass/whipped ass Gojo, mentions of sex work, oral (f receiving) panty stealing hehe, fingering, reader is HELLA rich and Satoru is almost a sugar baby lmao, fluffy/sweet, tension - lots of it- he becomes lowkey/highkey Yan tbh, pretty woman vibes 🤭

This will be a fun set of drabbles in this style! I hope you all enjoy them lmk if you wanna get tagged in the next parts <3

<<<Part Two

Escort! Satoru 'How much for twenty minutes of your time?' your words halt him now, his hand on the doorknob, cock immediately hard, throbbing at just the sound of your voice, the intent there behind it something he's just been fantasizing about day in and day out since he first met you. 'Twenty minutes?' He puts a smirk on his face, turning to face you now, lowering those black Gucci shades just a bit, as you sit there on that desk like a whole fucking meal, sexy business skirt slipping up your thighs just so. 'Twenty minutes of my company?' he turns the lock with a resounding click, dress shoes clicking on the hardwood floors slowly, as he steps closer, until he's leaning over you. 'And what do you want in this twenty minutes?'

Escort! Satoru watches as your eyes lower, nervously shifting, as his hand slips up a thigh, gently pushing it down, so he can step right between your legs. 'Anything you're comfortable with, Satoru... I'd never ask for anything you don't want to do' why do your sweet words have to make his heart race!? Even faced with finally getting more of your time, he also can't take just how much you mean to him, how deeply he fucking feels for you in this moment already. 'I'm comfortable doing anything to your pretty body' he says then, watching your eyes dilate, your lips part, his hands slipping your skirt up just a bit over your stockings. 'So you just say what you want, sweetheart' your hand trails down his abdomen, as you whisper 'I want you to make me cum, please'

Escort! Satoru has your back pressed right on your desk now, shoving stacks of papers out of the way, you gasp at the quick motion, when he shoves your skirt all the way up, revealing black garters adorning your thighs, and already soaked black panties, which he peels down. 'Your eyes... let me...' you take off his glasses with a shaky hand, setting them next to you, revealing those baby blues with snowy lashes lowered. 'They're so pretty... Satoru, are we...' he chuckles, but inhales when he sees your perfect cunt, the strings of sticky cum attached to the panties, moaning at the sight. 'We're not fucking in just twenty minutes, no sweetheart, even if you beg, I'm not busting that fast' your thighs are shaking then, breaths quicker as he pulls those panties fully off, you don't see that he tucks them in his pocket, all you see is him get on his knees.

Escort! Satoru parts your swollen lips with two long fingers, revealing the wetness just drooling from your little hole, he feels your hands grip his expensive black suit as he breathes on it, then inhales your scent, watching the little clit twitch just from that, hearing your soft little whimper. 'Satoru um... you're... ah!' You have to slam a hand on your mouth, what if someone fucking heard you!? This is insane, you're acting so crazy for this man. You see Satoru's brilliant blue eyes looking up, lidded with desire, when he presses a kiss right over your hood, letting your lips slip back together, his fingers now shoving your thighs farther, pressing into them. 'I'm going to have you cum all over my face, sweets, you can pay my fee after' you're done once he's slipped a tongue up your slit, screaming out into your hand, cunt clenching around nothing.

Escort! Satoru is clearly a fucking expert, you've not been with anyone in so long, that just a flick of his tongue destroys you, blood rushing in your ears while your other hand grips his silky white locks. 'Mmm, taste s'fucking good, fuck...' your hips arch, as he starts lapping up your slit, to your little clit, sucking it into his hot mouth now, you're gasping in pleasure, cunt pulsing and pouring more and more arousal for his hungry mouth. 'Oh my god, Satoru... mnh!' your soft, pleading whisper makes him so hard it hurts, he's rubbing himself over his pants then, leaking precum, while your thighs close in on his head. 'Lemme see how many times I can have you cum, set the timer' he says, grinning when he stands, slipping two fingers in your snug little channel.

Escort! Satoru watches you grab your phone with shaky hands, eyeing the time. 'fifteen left, sweets' he murmurs, leaning over you as he curls his fingers up in gummy walls, slick coating you, and you set it, his lips so close to you, you can damn near taste yourself. 'You don't kiss, but you...' Satoru sighs, breath tickling your lips as you bite your lower lip, hand pulling on his tie now. 'This is five star treatment, reserved for very...' he presses a kiss on you neck, your breasts that are peeking from your blouse, 'very.... very special clients only' his fingers curl just so, you scream out against your palm again, as Satoru's close to busting watching you, tasting your sweetness on his lips. 'there's once' he's sitting you up higher as you're spasming around his fingers, sitting right in your office chair now, burying his face back between your thighs again, yanking you against him.

Escort! Satoru has the next orgasm all over his face, fuck he's drowning in you, lewd, wet squelching sounds echoing in your pretty bright office. 'That's it, cum again, let me drink you up, slutty little cunt loves it, huh?' no one has ever spoke this way, no one has devoured you like this, your hoarse voice cries out when his tongue flicks over and over again. 'Satoru, oh my god, t-too much I...' he laughs a bit, fingers scissoring in and out of your soppy hole, raising a brow. 'C'mon, you can give me one more, can't you baby?' baby, the word echoes as you nod, helpless, trying to remember, this was his job, his career, that it's just that, nothing more. But how can you when he's pulled you by the fat of your ass, and his face is fucking buried against you!? As he's drinking your soaking wetness all up, as you shatter, cumming so hard you almost fucking faint, you can't even see.

Escort! Satoru presses one more kiss, smirking as you twitch, thighs shaking, your breaths coming so quick, your grip so tight on his hair it hurts, but it hurts so good. 'Satoru, fuck you're... some pussy eating prodigy like...' he snorts in laughter now, easing his fingers out, coated and dripping with you, making you heat up, when he places them against your lips. 'Open' you eagerly listen, sucking his long fingers, as the timer sets off, you hastily shut it off, tasting your sweetness on him, as he watches your flushed face, your glittery eyes. 'Look at you, so pretty, so fucked out, already...' you pull back your lips with a pop, running your fingers down his hard abdomen, dying to know what he looks like. 'Let me make you cum' he pauses then, because one fucking flick of your tongue and he'd probably bust all over. 'twenty minutes is over, I'm afraid'

Escort! Satoru earns a cute little pout, as you close your thighs, grabbing the phone, that bracelet glinting. 'How much?' you ask softly, Satoru eyes your bare ears, thinking next he'll buy you pretty earrings to dangle off them. 'Twenty minutes? Four hundred.' His price should freak you out, but you don't bat a pretty eyelash, his phone dings, and you've sent eight hundred instead, making him eye you. 'I said four-' you shake your head. 'Worth it' you hop off your desk, wobbling just a bit, he has to steady you now, pressing kisses against your head, so affectionate you can hardly stand it. 'Why does a girl like you need me, hmm? Have you fucking seen yourself?' He tilts your chin up, some underlying feelings pour through then, you hate how he fucking talks about himself suddenly, like he's nothing. 'Have you seen yourself, Satoru?' he blinks a bit then, lips just a centimeter apart, Satoru doesn't kiss clients, right, Satoru doesn't kiss anyone really, not when he knows that is what really means something, all he can thing of is kissing you.

Escort! Satoru watches you adjust yourself a bit, and you try to gather your papers, your things, putting them back in their rightful places. 'I have an auction I could use a date for, same price as the last charity event okay?' you say softly, Satoru's heart pounds in his chest now. 'Discounted, you're tipping me entirely too much' you giggle a little, brushing your hair back. 'How about I buy you something at the auction you'd like?' Satoru shakes his head. 'shit there is thousands...' you shrug a shoulder. 'And? If you want something I'll buy it, if not I'll just pay the normal. Are you booked Friday though?' Satoru looks at his phone now, you keep repeating to yourself - he's just doing this for his job, his money, that's it- don't get too attached. 'Nope, nothing' Satoru says, as he clears three jobs away, high paying, but he damn sure wouldn't turn down another time with you.

Escort! Satoru takes your hand, kissing the back of it with glossy, plump lips - fuck they're glossy from you - winking and playing it off so cool, like his heart's not pounding in his chest. And he tries to remember- he's just a convenience, right, he's just good at pleasing, good at acting. He can't fall so deep to think he could be more for a girl like you, watching color decorate your precious cheeks as you smile. 'Next time... if you're comfortable after...' your hand brushes against his cock, eliciting a whimper you think you must have mis heard, eyeing him now. 'I'd like to please you back' he clears his throat, precum making him stick to his boxers. 'Oh would you, shouldn't I pay you for that, baby?' you're giggling now. 'What!?' he just shakes his head. 'I don't think I could take pay for you pleasing me, but... we'll see, I'll be there.' You nod a bit. 'It's a date, then.' your casual words make you both pause, but he grins now. 'Mhmm, see ya sweets'

Escort! Satoru doesn't know why but the thought of charging you to suck him, charging you for anything, feels... off. weird. wrong. You're still going over it all in your mind, when suddenly you realize you don't have your panties. You're trying to find them, panicking, what if a client walks in and they're thrown somewhere!? You pause then, surely he... 'Satoru...' he picks up the phone, already in the back of his driver's car, stroking a hard cock. 'What is it, sweetheart? need twenty more minutes?' you laugh a bit. 'It's gonna sound insane, but... where are my panties? did you put them somewhere?' your whisper makes him pause, mid stroke, pulling them out of his pocket now. 'Panties... I think I just... had them on the desk?' you curse a bit, as he grins, putting them against his face and biting back a moan. 'Shit, I don't know! Okay... I'll text you the details from the auction.'

Escort! Satoru considers your panties the real tip, hanging up the phone and lapping that wetness off them, flavor coating his tastebuds with you, the phone blings with a location. But Satoru has trouble focusing, instead whining out at the thought of being inside of you, pretty little CEO, who's paying him far, far too much, so much so he's canceled his appointment that day too, he can't focus on anything but you, anyway. You give up searching for your panties, surely he wouldn't have taken them... but little do you know he's using the silk to stroke himself, busting his hot white load all against the fabric, shaking as he looks at the mess he made. He needs some practice, is all, before he can handle you, that's all it is, practice... right? He can't stop thinking about you, like a madness, until he's ready to see you again, and one thought rushes through his head as he meets you that night in your gorgeous red dress -

He wants to kiss you.

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SSSHHH, BEWARE OF THE FOOTSTEPS! : “ssshh, keep quiet,” they moan in your ear, breath burning your skin despite the cool air of the night. sēx outside can be very tricky, but. . . getting caught or not, it’s up to you: whether you can’t keep your moán to yourself or. . . not.

★. SATO-SUGU

MINI-SERIES :

TILL FOREVER FALLS APART

☆] summary. when you first joined jujutsu high, you probably never imagined being in relationships with two of the strongest special grade sorcerers. yet here you are, destined to spend the rest of your life with them. did you complain about it? absolutely not. this is simply the story of your life being in relationships with geto suguru and gojo satoru.

CAN YOU HANDLE IT BABY? : you are sitting there in the living room, drowning under the tongue-tied make-out sessions before your other boyfriends walk in, happily watching the two of you while touching himself.

SHUT UP AND STOP IT : there is nothing better than make-up sex after you and your two lovely boyfriends, having an argument.

COLD ICE POPSICLE! : you and your friends sit in the back of the school building, smoking and talking, joint in hands. it was summer and heat waves swimming around freely, you eating some ice cream, licking and slurping while your eyes focus on your two friends. who knows that might not be the only thing you lick that day?

I CAN FUCK TREAT YOU BETTER : you and gojo were all alone, no geto around, just the two of you— all alone, in the bed, kissing, make out under the glisten of the dim lights, under the blanket. (gojo)

GOOD GIRL GO TO HEAVEN : . . . after a long day of assembling a lot of furniture and decorating your new house, your lovely boyfriends decided they want to test drive the new bed with you.

ONE-SHOT / FAN-FICTION(S) :

ONE FOR BOYFRIEND, TWO FOR BEST FRIEND : you want your turn? let me have my girlfriend first’ geto said. on the couch, raining outside, horror movie playing in the background, two handsome men, one you. one is your boyfriend, and two is his bestfriend who shared everything, you don’t mind now don’t you?

SHARING IS S★X CARING？: your boyfriend and his best friend are inseparable. they’ve shared everything; clothes, foods, money, games... you, they hope you don’t mind.

CAN YOU HANDLE IT, BABY? : you are sitting there in the living room, drowning under the tongue-tied make-out sessions before your other boyfriends walk in, happily watching the two of you while touching himself.

THE IT GUY : your boss needs his computer to be fixed so they can fuck you.

DIRTY LITTLE NURSE : you’re a nurse and they are friends from one of your patient.

★. GOJO SATORU

THE CLOWN HAS BEEN FOUND : the baggy clothes, the glasses, the book, the brain— sum : a nerd, that’s what you are. a center of attention, but not because of how beautiful and popular and everyone wants to date you— no, but because you are a loser. and the popular boys have a bet who’s get to sleep with you first and pop the cherry.

I CAN FUCK TREAT YOU BETTER : you and gojo were all alone, no geto around, just the two of you— all alone, in the bed, kissing, make out under the glisten of the dim lights, under the blanket.

nanny : when you're babysitting teenager satoru gojo.

my little virgin : your used to be upperclassmen who happened to be your friends-with-benefits teaching you how to kiss, also the one who took your virginity.

ALL HAIL TO THE GHOST : bent over, bent down and said cheese to the camera, click! one, two, three... another, cheese! it was fun, haunting down by a ghost,

★. RYOMEN SUKUNA

i dare you : when you wanna break-up with him and he reminds you that there's no break-up in your relationship.

time to confess : when you're having a crush on your best friend's twins.

jealous, jealous, jealous: your boyfriend got jealous because some underclassmen were helping you carry your bag.

★. GETO SUGURU

LITTLE LOOSE TO SAVE THOUSAND : your roommate ’bout to show you have to make easy-money and become rich in one night, wonder how? no? have no idea? probably not. but geto has lots of lamps hanging around his head and he’s about to show you how easy it is to make money, psst. . . you may not be able to sit properly after— but you don’t know, yet.

SCREAM FOR AMNESIA! : three minus one... it’s only you and geto for a few days. gojo is nowhere near, away for mission. and you still have the audacity to miss your other boyfriend, gojo? don’t worry, geto here to remind you.

GOJO : NOWHERE TO BE FOUND : is it acceptable to geto when you have him all to yourself but still moping around for gojo who’s away for a mission? absolutely not. but. . . is it acceptable for him to remind you who you are with? absolutely yes. so yeah, gojo is nowhere to be found, while geto? he is between your legs.

SAY HI TO THE CAMERA : stay quiet and keep him warm and hard, while he is playing video games, that’s the order. but it seems like too much hardness making you lose control of your body.

YOU F☆CK HATE EMO BOYS : you hate emo boys, you hate how they pretend to be all dark and mysterious, you also hate how they wear nothing but black. there are two emo boys in your class and they seem to notice the hate inside your body— if they d☆ck you down sooo good, are still going to hate emo boys? feat. k. choso

YUM : he is your step-brother who just got home after years of living in the city.

enemies with benefits : you and suguru are enemies, you're supposed to hate each other, right?

★. MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

HOW TO FUCK 101 : he is having a wet dream of you, so you decided to make virgin megumi fushiguro's dream come true

★. TOJI FUSHIGURO

babysitter's punishment : toji caught you when you were trying to steal something from him.

a brat is all i want : he has a breeding kink, and you’ll be damned if you give into it! but in reality, he just wants to start a family with you.

★. CHOSO KAMO

HUMP, HUMP, LOVELY LITTLE HUMP : you and choso kamo are supposed to spend the night just to enjoy some wine and a calm atmosphere deep inside the forest of the school ground, but it seems like the half-curse starts feeling a little bit too human..

I F☆CK HATE EMO BOYS : you hate emo boys, you hate how they pretend to be all dark and mysterious, you also hate how they wear nothing but black. there are two emo boys in your class and they seem to notice the hate inside your body— if they d☆ck you down sooo good, are still going to hate emo boys? feat. s. geto

★. NANAMI KENTO

daddy's car : when you steal your step-father's car and try to have sex in his car only for him to be the one who's fucking you

TROUBLEMAKERS : he hates students like you so he fucked you.

therapist's wet dream : you need a therapist, with all the sick things in your head and luckily for you, nanami comes to the rescue, except he wants nothing but to corrupt you.

★. SHOKO IEIRI

kawaii, hentai, boobies : it just happened that the girl hated satoru gojo so much that day, so she decided to give his girlfriend— you, a little fun, on her couch.

★. OTHERS

HAIBARA 'S LITTLE SISTER (NANAMI, SUGURU, SATORU) : when your brother asks his best friend to look after you while he go visit his girlfriend.

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MARRY? KILL? FUCK!

CHARACTER/S: Bonten

WARNINGS: f!reader, explicit sex, mature language, threesome, a bit of slut shaming, bonten just being bonten, doggystyle, full nelson, protected sex (use of pills), creampie, just a lot of filth :p, sanzu's a bit of an asshole, strip game, and use of pet names. Minors do not interact.

NOTE: hi! here is the third fic for the collection :) took a lot of time bc uni and life got too hectic huhu anyway, i hope you enjoy it! (⁠ノ⁠^⁠_⁠^⁠)♪

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SYNOPSIS: Another slow day at work meant more shenanigans to occur. Haruchiyo Sanzu was adamant to cause trouble and to have you bent over the desk for everyone to see.

WC: 1k

The chances of being shot in the head by Bonten’s notorious pink-haired assailant had a much lower probability of happening than the wine bottle never landing on you. The whole ordeal wouldn't have been daunting if it were a normal truth-or-dare game. But of course, the rest of Bonten’s higher-ups were bored out of their minds and suggested a little twist in the game. It was either you picked truth or dare and did them… Or avoid it and strip. Lips in a grim line, you ignored the drunken hollers by the Haitani brothers as you unbuttoned your blouse. There was no way in hell you would admit that you slept with Takeomi in Mikey’s office due to a bet you made with Rindou.

No way in hell.

Curse these bastards for inviting you, their ever-lovely secretary, to this stupid game when you could've gone home early since Mikey wasn't around. When the big cat wasn't around to intimidate, every rotten mouse was up to play. And play, they did. Sanzu was even more adamant about making you answer the most difficult questions because it was fun to torment you especially now that you were only clad in your stockings, pencil skirt, underwear, and bra.

“Seriously, this game must be rigged!” You sat back down, brows furrowed and unaware of the lingering gazes on your supple breasts covered by a lace bra. “Most of you guys haven't even stripped much. Why am I getting the craziest dares and questions, huh?”

This was definitely to teach you a lesson not to get ahead with yourself thinking you can best these men in a game. As much as you knew their dirty secrets within the organization, they too, knew yours. What made them annoyingly frustrating to deal with was how they utilized it to bring you to your knees.

“Alright then,” Rindou rubbed his hands as if he has foreseen the future when the bottle pointed at you and him. Fighting back the urge to slap yourself for joining this stupid game, you listened as he gave you the options. “Truth or dare, princess. What do you choose?”

To use your answers against you was what Sanzu Haruchiyo and Haitani Rindou were begrudgingly good at. This tactic had you stripping your pencil skirt when you refused to answer the question Rindou gave you and the dare option was as equally brazen. Perhaps after a few more rounds, you were sure you would exit the building all nude. However, just as you were about to spill your woes, the pink-haired man got up and instantly pulled you from your seat without breaking a sweat. The next thing you know, you were bent over Mikey’s desk. Eyes wide, you blinked twice.

“W-what the—”

“Why won’t you answer the simple question, sweetheart? We’re not gonna kill ‘ya if your pussy decides it likes me better than Ran.”

“Sanzu, you dick, I heard that!”

The scars on either side of his lips stretched as he grinned down at your vulnerable form, his hard-on pressed against your ass that was too difficult to ignore. Wishing for it to go away would be stupid to do as well.

“I mean, aren’t you curious boys? A simple question as to who she wants to kill, marry or fuck isn’t something that’ll cause us to slit each other's throats. A slut like her should be shared by us.” Pulling back, Sanzu stepped aside for everyone to see your ass still clad in your panties. But not for long as he hooked his finger and pulled down the lacy thong, tongue tucked between his lips as he did so.

Such an obedient thing you were, spouting for him to stop yet doing nothing to make him halt in his actions. A few of the men swallowed hard at the sight of your bare ass and damp pussy lips, aching to fill your holes.

“Gonna ask you one last time, sweetheart. Be a dear and answer Rin’s question. He thought long and hard about it, you see.” Ignoring the huff the younger Haitani made, Sanzu smirked. “Fuck, marry, kill? Unless of course, you’re such a big slut that you want to fuck us all?”

The safest answer you took was what led you to be on all fours, Ran’s cock in your mouth and Sanzu thrusting his from behind. Rindou’s thick fingers were busy toying with your nipples as Kakucho rubbed himself to the sinful scene in front of him. Milky semen coated your back, belonging to the brothers and Kakucho after being coaxed by Sanzu to see who has the thickest load that will definitely knock you up. You ignored their silly banter, trusting the pill you religiously took. The air conditioner in Mikey’s office was either broken or was blowing cold air quite poorly due to how hot your flesh felt against their cool skin. The sound of flesh smacking against flesh echoed around, driving you all insane. Your eyes rolled back at Sanzu’s long cock hitting that favorite spot of yours.

They continued to switch positions, adamant for everyone to have at least a turn inside your cum-filled pussy. You felt your lower stomach bloat up at how much semen was inside. The game and wine bottle were forgotten, replaced with a much more engaging game where nobody loses. This was what you’ve always wanted, a secret you’ve kept to yourself. And now that it was happening, perhaps the teasing at the strip game earlier was worth going through.

“Too bad Takeomi and Mikey are missing out on this cunt.”

“Nah, the old man would probably complain about his back and Mikey’s not interested whenever we’re around.”

“Hey, Kaku, she’s blacking out. Wake her up.”

Kakucho hoisting you up and doing the standing full nelson position wasn’t something you anticipated. Everyone was amazed at how much of their cum spilled out when he thrust his thick cock inside your weeping pussy, your teeth gritted at the tight fit. He has always been the biggest of them, rendering you a bit dizzy as he pistoned his hips. Not minding your fucked up state, Sanzu bent down to be on eye level with you, a grin on his pretty face.

“What do you say after we grant your wish, sweetheart?”

“T-thank, a-ah, hu…♡”

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𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍'𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 - 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐘

Bonten has taken you hostage, because your father hasn't been paying the debt that he owed to them. They told your father that they will keep you until he paid that large amount of money up. And while they kept you in their home, they grew fond of you. not just because of that pretty face or your skimpy, pretty pink clothes. No, the way you acted so dumbly was frankly adorable..and throughout the time you spent with the men, they became your daddies.

❥ content warnings :

18+, bimbo!reader, fingering, kidnapping, hints of reader being queer, cheating, creampie, breeding, possessive behavior, slight yandere themes, age gaps, poly relationship, threesomes, exhibition, choking, brat taming, being a sugar baby, pet names, bondage, pet play, mentions of violence, rough sex, unprotected sex, anal, dom/sub, spitting, ddlg relationships, gangbang, virginity loss, public sex, knife/gunplay, car sex, oral, boob job, noncon filming, all characters are over 18, readers skin color is not mentioned

❥ parts !

⋮ pt. 1 : WHAT A SURPRISE!

⋮ pt. 2 : NAUGHTY LITTLE GIRL

⋮ pt. 3 : ARE YOU BUSY?

more parts coming soon <33

Escort! Satoru- part two

Pairings- Escort Satoru Gojo x shy CEO F! reader

Warnings- eventually explicit sex, freaky but fluffy- this part- obsessed ass/whipped ass Gojo, mentions of sex work, jealousy, fingering, Gojo has six inch fingers I won't argue about it lol, he masturbates too much, sexual tension - lots of it- he becomes lowkey/highkey Yan tbh, pretty woman vibes 🤭

This will be a fun set of drabbles in this style! I hope you all enjoy them lmk if you wanna get tagged in the next parts <3

<<<Part one

Escort! Satoru never falters, but when he sees you in that elegant black dress, hugging every curve and line of your body, he does just that. Not only has he stroked himself to you every day this week - sometimes multiple times a day- you also make his heart race with your pretty smile, so shy and nervous as you look down at your feet now. 'You look... sexy as fuck' you giggle now, when he brushes back a little tendril of hair that's escaped it's elegant coif, watching your lips part, making his thoughts run haywire. 'You say that to all the girls, hmm? I kind of pay you to say it' he scoffs then.

Escort! Satoru murmurs 'you look beautiful' earning your cheeks heating up, your own heart thudding as you try to remember what you're here for. He's a paid actor who's a sweetheart, and that's all this is. 'And no I don't get paid to say it' You nervously bite your lower lip, drawing his attention as the two of you stand outside of the grand ball room in down town, the wind gently blowing your dress just enough to show him those sexy legs of yours. 'Thank you, Satoru- you look amazing' he smirks, tugging at his slick Armani tux- 'well of course I do'

Escort! Satoru is the perfect partner as the two of you enter the bustling room, snatching up two glasses of champagne for you both, you sip the bubbly liquid and curse. 'My parents, three oclock... we may have to kiss or something is that okay?' Satoru clears his throat. 'I don't on the mouth' 'oh! I'm so sorry...' he's eying your lips now, enticing him to no end, while your hand comes to brush against his shoulder. 'What about the cheek?' Satoru would kiss every inch of your pretty body, he realizes even your mouth doesn't feel like it's off limits, but he gives you an easy smile. 'Sure, sweets'

Escort! Satoru shmoozes right along with all the old wealth in the room, enjoying your every eye roll and sigh, you clearly don't enjoy being around all of this. You make him more curious after he wins your parents over, brushing his lips on your cheek, warm against the plush of his mouth, as his arm wraps your waist. 'Your daughter is really something' he says softly, pulling you closer. 'Thank god, we didn't know if she'd ever meet someone! she's always working-' 'mom!' Satoru snorts in humor then. 'I also work all the time' they look at him curiously. 'And what do you do?' Your turn to look at him, you two didn't discuss this. 'I'm a massage therapist'

Escort! Satoru sips his champagne after they leave, and you raise a brow at him. 'Massage therapist, hmm?' Satoru wiggles his thin white brows, leaning against the table now. 'Wanna find out if I'm lying?' You're so shy from his flirtations, you hardly notice when several men take notice of you in that dress. You don't dress up aside from business, but you must look pretty good- they're all over you, asking to dance as you politely decline, and Satoru's anger grows with each one. When a man has his hand on the small of your back, he forgets you've paid him to come here, walking up and swatting the man's wrist away, as you look at him in confusion. 'Care for a dance, sweetheart?'

Escort! Satoru leads you out to the floor, pulling your body flush against his, you tilt your head up to look at the tall man, whose eyes are swirling blue. 'Playing the boyfriend role so well, gonna earn a hefty tip' you tease softly, Satoru freezes, hands on the nip at your waist. That was not pretend, he wanted to cut a man's hand off for touching a fucking stranger essentially, a pretty client. He smirks, feigning ease he doesn't feel. 'I'm five star for a reason, hmm?' you're losing the night in his arms, spinning around the elegant ballroom, so light and giddy as the champagne rushes your blood stream.

Escort! Satoru and you are standing on the outside again as the evening is ending, and you've ordered a limo to take the two of you home. 'Would you like to ride with me or...' 'yes' his answer is so fast it hits you by surprise, as the wind whips around the two of you, making you shiver. Satoru takes his fancy jacket off, tossing it over your shoulders, in a gesture far too sweet- it's hard to remember this is just a job for him. 'Thank you for tonight, Satoru, you really made it so much better' you peck a kiss on his cheek, he turns his head, lips a breath from yours when the limo pulls up, and he opens the door for you, sliding in close.

Escort! Satoru eyes the rise and fall of your perfect breasts when you take of his jacket, handing it back, your fingers brushing, the contact ending his resolve. He's never needed to have someone like you, his hand slipping up your thigh, feeling you tremble, your eyes dilating in desire. 'Satoru you don't have to perform that part of your job with me, I really did just need someone perfect, to appear that I'm... put together I guess' he sighs now, leaning even closer against you in the night, thumbs running little circles across your inner thigh, hearing your soft cry. 'I want to make you cum, if you'd like me to, you look like you could really use a release' you swallow nervously, when his hand brushes even higher, so close to where you're wet and sticky against the lace of your panties.

Escort! Satoru feels your heat, murmuring - 'fuck' - blue eyes almost blinding, his pupils pinpoints, lips so close they're almost touching. 'Say the word, sweetheart, I'll get your pretty pussy off so good' you manage a weak moan, trying to pull yourself together. 'will this cost extra, mister?' you're trying to tease him, so cute and fumbling over your words, even now. 'Nah, I pick what I want to do with every client, and you I'd love cumming all over my fingers' you nod nervously, while the limo heads to your home. Surely one night of pleasure isn't the worst thing. 'yeah, you want it pretty girl?' his words along with fingers brushing your soaking cunt over the material has your head falling back, a cry eliciting from your throat. 'then say it' he orders softly, thumb brushing the slick growing, looking down at your pretty face, picturing it when you cum.

Escort! Satoru almost cums when you murmur 'I want it' and has your panties pulled to the side, two fingers slid in your cunt in moments. You gasp at the stretch, clinging tightly to him, 'fuck, you're that wet, baby I haven't touched you' he's cocky, he's ridiculous, he's an... escort, but fuck does he know just where to press, his fingers so long you've not been with men as long as them, as his fucking fingers, making you wildly think of his cock when he presses your back against the limo, hair falling over a brown, you hear your greedy cunt squishing and clicking. 'Mnh! It's... intense I...' Satoru smiles, breath ghosting across the tops of your breasts, when his fingers curl just right, making you blinded. 'There's that spot, feels good doesn't it, pretty?'

Escort! Satoru has his fingertips hitting that spot again and again, while he kisses down to your breast, and your hands grip his hair, making him press his cock against the seat, desperate for any friction. When your hands trail down his waist he stops them, making you blink as you focus, hearing the squelching wetness when his fingers pump. Satoru kisses that hand, before he pins your wrist down, watching you climb higher and higher. 'That's it, let go f'me, huh? Be a good girl, would you?' You're ended at that, at his fingers scissoring in and out, and you feel your climax hit, orgasm having you gush all over his hands, he watches in wonder as you do, down to his silver and diamond cufflinks, soaking him and that seat,

Escort! Satoru moans as he watches your pretty face, your eyes fluttering, lips parted in a gasp, and your wrist is still in his big hand, he's never seen anything like you cumming, not even after countless women. 'Oh my god... you should... charge even more...' your sweet little declaration makes him chuckle, when he eases his long, thick digits out you suddenly feel empty, the limo comes to a stop as you sit up nervously, adjusting ruined panties, trying to straighten up while his cock is pulsing, precum sticking to his boxers. 'I can return the favor, free you know' you tease softly, hand brushing his length, eliciting a whimper. A whimper. He's Satoru Gojo, top escort, about to cum from your palm brushing him over layers of clothing.

Escort! Satoru can't embarrass himself, especially not with you, putting his fingers to his mouth then, moaning as he sucks you off him, your pussy clenches at the fucking sight, whining out from the back of your throat. 'Fuck...' he murmurs, tasting how sweet you are, while you watch in wonder. 'you taste that good?' you're enamored by his glistening lips, leaning so close, when there's a subtle knock on the door. You hastily kiss his cheek bone, hugging him tightly, so sweet you make him die more for you, before pulling back, the longing in your body for more fighting with your mind. It's a fantasy, it's his job, it's not... more.

Escort! Satoru hates when you head out of the limo, your legs are visibly shaky, as you look at him so nervous, biting your lower lip and tucking that tendril back once more. 'Satoru Gojo you deserve every five star you get' you say, before nervously turning back, Satoru looks out the window to see you live in a fucking penthouse nicer than his, before the door shuts and he's left alone, your perfume clinging to him, the taste of you just barely enough on his fingers that he can suck you off them again. His phone dings, and you've tipped him another thousand dollars, with a cute little emoji. Now emojis, collarbones and tendrils of hair make him want to cum. Great.

Escort! Satoru tries to go back to business as usual, but he can't get you off his mind. He hasn't tried to write you, he knows it was just a job, but when he's on a 'date' with another client, his memory rolls to you, when he's dancing he craves your unique size in his arms, that perfect body under his, imagines a slicker, tighter cunt like yours, when he's trying to please his clients. He can't even cum unless he thinks of you, and keeps refusing blow jobs, to the point he wonders just what you fucking did somehow. He keeps eyeing that extra tip, feeling horrible you sent it even, how should he get paid to touch you, to make you cum!? Surely he should fucking pay to even be in your presence, and God he would.

Escort! Satoru has an idea suddenly, when he leaves another client pleased, yet he can't manage to make himself fuck anyone, he can't keep it up when they try, and it's been three fucking weeks. It must be in his head, it must be that he enjoyed it so much... it must be something right? Satoru does not get feelings for his clients, he's a professional... or, he was. He is shutting his eyes seeing your glistening cunt he got just a glimpse of, cumming until he's just shooting blanks, over and over like a madness, until he looks you up, it's not hard to find you. He scrolls through your pictures, business ones, and cums more, his cock rubbed raw as he pictures it, you under him as he pumps you full of his cum.

Escort! Satoru finds himself at your business, waiting for a meet with you, the high up CEO of this building, you hear the name and are completely confused, when he walks into your office you remember it all then. All the times you've thought of him, it's so embarrassing! Surely he's back to normal, and you're left using your rose toy on high and imagining six inch fingers buried in your cunt. 'Satoru, this is a surprise, did you need... marketing? For your business?' Satoru chuckles as your assistant shuts that door with a resounding click, pulling out a pretty black velvet box then. Your brows draw together in confusion. 'What is that?' Satoru walks forward, you inhale that scent, eye his lithe body hungrily, trying to keep your composure.

Escort! Satoru hated the thought of you paying so much, the only thing he can think is to give it back, but he can't because he's sure you'd never take it. So he firmly went to Cartier and bought this pretty bracelet he shows you now, making you gasp. Despite being wealthy, he notices you have simple jewelry, you don't have a fancy office, it's as if you don't even let yourself have nice things. Well he would change it, even if it meant just one more time seeing you, maybe to get you out of his system. He watches color dance on your cheeks, as you run your fingers across it - 'It's beautiful, but...' he shushes you, gently taking the pretty white gold out of the box, smiling at you, his snowy lashes low over his heated blue eyes. 'Your review, got me a lot of traction, let me give a gift?'

Escort! Satoru snaps that Cartier bracelet on your delicate wrist, the jewels glinting under your soft office lighting, you feel the cold against your skin, barely cooling you, as you remember his fingers, remember him sucking you off them, the way he had you gushing arousal, had you floating. Desire wars with what it means, was it just him being kind? Was it more? 'Satoru, it's beautiful but, this costs what I tipped you' he smiles a bit, no it cost more than that, but he'll let you think so. He runs his fingertips across your cheek now. 'Don't be a stranger, mmkay?' he turns to walk away, to jerk off to that image of you as you are right now, when you halt him with one question. 'Satoru?' he turns to look at you, when you sit up on your desk suddenly, his heart pounds as blood rushes to his cock, as you nervously cross your legs, tilting your head to the side. 'How much for twenty minutes of your time?'

hehe there will be quite a few of these- our boy is DOWN BAD

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Wolf Hybrid! Kageyama Tobio x Reader (Hybrid Au)

- my first time writing for Kageyama + hybrid au, he fits the wolf hybrid theme so well. final commission post for @nightmarelilyxd​ ! tysm for being patient <33

You were his to protect the moment you picked him at the adoption centre, his to fuck, his to breed.

Warnings: kageyama shifts between his human form/ wolf form, wolf ears + tail, smut, slight dub/non con, slight somnophilia, pet play(?), this is literal porn w/o plot, breeding kink

Kageyama never really understood why you picked him.

You strolled right past the other hybrids practically vying for your attention and pointed a single, pretty manicured nail at him with an equally pretty smile before you opened your mouth, “I want to adopt this one.”

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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

one. two. three. four.

“I don’t hate you. That’s the fucking problem.”

Days passed and the words kept echoing in your mind as well as Sukuna’s. Almost as if he's trying to convince himself as much as you.

He knows what's the root cause of this problem. He needs to get laid.

It's just lust. If I can't get you out of my head, then I'll fuck it out of my system.

Yeah, that's his solution. Go to a random club and get fucking laid.

He found a distraction as soon as he ordered his first drink from the bartender. Some random woman clung to his arm as he downed his drink. Didn't even have to try.

He forgot how easy it was for him to seduce a woman. Before you lived with him, he used to have random hookups here and there. Now, it's like he doesn't even recognize himself.

The woman introduced herself and tried to make small talk but honestly, Sukuna didn't even pretend to care. Just a distraction.

Five drinks later, he finds himself in the dance floor as the woman grinds herself to his hips.

Bad idea. Bad fucking idea. Because as he closed his eyes, all he could think about was you, not the woman in front of him. Your hair, your skin, your body.

What are the chances of running into Yuuji and his damn circle of friends in the same club at Friday night? Turns out, it's fucking high.

Because when he opened his eyes again, he finds you staring straight at him from the mezzanine floor of the club.

Yuuji dragged you along with him to celebrate Yuta Okkotsu's birthday, your senior.

He couldn’t stand watching you sulk in your room anymore. He asked Nobara to dress you up and Megumi to help him convince you to join the party. You can’t say no to the trio.

You were met with a cocktails and vodka shots the moment you stepped into the booth, you were already half drunk by the time you managed to greet Yuta a happy birthday.

“Thanks for being here, enjoy the party!” He replied enthusiastically before being dragged away by Maki.

“Hey Yuuji, am I drunk already or is that really your brother at the dance floor?” Your eyes immediately darted where Megumi was pointing at.

“Nah, you’re drunk Fushiguro. I’m not even sure he knows a single dance move.” Yuuji dismissed and didn’t even bother to look at the man on the dance floor.

“Fuck, it is him.” You exclaimed, almost only to yourself.

You’d recognize that build and tattoos anywhere, he stood out even with the sea of bodies that swayed with the rhythm of music.

But that’s not all you noticed, you can clearly see a woman grinding herself to him. His eyes were staring back at you, but his hands were planted on her waist.

Your eyes were focused on the way his hands roamed around her body. When he pulled the woman close to him using her hair, you’re done for. You felt turned on yet pissed at the same time. You can imagine yourself down there with him, it's you that he's touching and not her. Why does it have to be another woman? God, why not you?

Seeing that scene made you sober up. Great, the reason why you were sulking was here, on the verge of fucking someone else.

Why did that annoy you so much?

“We’re gonna need more shots.” Nobara stated when she noticed your expression.

“You know what? Bring the whole damn bottle. Happy birthday Yuta! Let’s get fucking wasted!”

Sukuna watched as you retreated back to your booth. The blood that rushed from his brain down to his cock was now dissipating. It’s no fun when you’re not watching anymore.

“What the hell is your problem?!” The woman shrieked when she almost fell to her face, as he shoved her away from him.

“Sorry, lost my interest.” He simply said and went back to the counter.

Goddammit, he can't even get hard if it's not you that he's touching or thinking about.

Sukuna’s phone vibrates almost an hour later.

“What.” He answers it without looking, knowing fully well who’s on the other line. His eyes were fixed up on the balcony once more.

“Nobara got her really drunk and she’s been cursing your name all this time.”

Sukuna stayed silent, what the fuck was he supposed to do?

He had a plan before coming here, which was clearly ruined when he opened his eyes again and laid it upon you. When he saw you watching him so intently he couldn’t do it, either it’s you or no one else.

“Plus, she’s saying she’s going home with a man, so-”

“I’m coming up there right now, don’t fucking touch her.” He snarled.

Sukuna found you on the deck outside, with a man in front of you.

Who the fuck?

The loud stomping of shoes to your direction didn’t stop you from mindlessly playing at the shot glass in your hands. Your vision was spinning due to all the liquor you drank. Drinking with Nobara felt like playing a losing game.

“I live close by. Wanna come with me?” Toma, the guy in front of you said.

“‘m sorry, but I’m here with my friends.” You tried rejecting him but he was so persistent, even had the audacity to touch your arm.

“Come on. It’s only a five minute walk, I can-”

“No you won’t. Get your fucking hands off or I’ll break it.” Sukuna deadpanned. The guy tried to apologize but he scrammed almost immediately when Sukuna gave him a deathly glare.

“Hello Sukuna, where’s your woman?” Your sardonic tone pissed him off even more.

Right in front of me, pouting. He wanted to say.

“C’mon, we’re leaving. Now.” Sukuna stated. You set the shot glass down and stared at his palm that was stretched out in front of you.

“We can’t leave, haven’t found my man yet. Since you scared that one away, I should start looking for a new one.” You slur, whole body swaying as you stood up abruptly.

“You’re not going anywhere.” In an instant, Sukuna had already blocked your path.

Your upper body bends as he caged you to the closest railing. Surprised by his act and fucking scared of falling, your arms immediately clung to his neck.

His familiar perfume flooded your senses due to the distance between the two of you being mere inches from one another. It's intoxicating. Addicting.

Then you remembered what you saw on the dance floor.

“Let go of me, Sukuna. You haven’t answered my question, where’s the woman you were with earlier? Stay away from me and go back to her.” You tried shoving him with both hands but he didn’t budge.

“One minute you can’t stand me, the next you act like this. I can’t understand you. What the hell do you want from me?” You locked your eyes with his as you pounded your fists to his broad chest.

“You really don't get it, do you?” His jaw clenched.

“Get what? You confuse me a lot you know? You said you didn't hate me, so what's this? Do you just enjoy making my life miserable?”

“Fuck, I want you!” He finally exploded. “The woman that I want is you. You’re my brother’s best friend and I know I shouldn’t be having these thoughts but I can't fucking help it. I want to claim you, I want to make you cry out my name, I want every inch of you.” Your mouth parts as you stood still, stunned into silence. Sukuna’s chest was heaving as he continued on.

“I’ve been going crazy trying to keep my fucking distance because I know I’ll ruin you. But you ruined me, now I can’t get you out of my head.”

“You…want me?” You inhaled sharply. That was unexpected.

“More than I’ve ever wanted anyone. It’s driving me insane.”

“Yeah, I find that hard to believe.” You scoffed and crossed your arms. “I saw you earlier, you’ll fuck that woman if you haven’t seen me. Or have you done it already?”

“Don’t look at me like that, no I didn’t fuck her. I haven’t even touched any woman since you moved in with us. Fucking hell, even my body betrayed me because it wants only you.” He gripped the railing tightly, hands flexing at your sides like he was holding himself back from touching you.

The silence stretched between the two of you. The air was thick with tension and filled with something neither of you could dare describe.

“Tell me you don’t feel the same,” he murmured, his voice rough, pleading. “And I’ll let you go.”

Your fists dropped on your side. You should lie. You should lie and say the words that would make him leave.

You should say it. That this was wrong, that you didn’t want to betray your best friend by going after his brother.

But you didn’t.

Because despite knowing better—you wanted him too.

All you could do was do was look up at him, eyes burning with the truth you couldn’t escape.

You didn’t say a word.

And that silence was your answer.

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