Sub!Kyojuro X Fem!reader

NSFW ReHEARsal | Sanemi Shinazugawa

Word count: 774

A/n: a little thingy I just whipped together :) I don't think I've ever written for Sanemi baby all by himself, though now that I'm thinking about it I did have an idea I need to get back to for him BECAUSE LOOK AT HIS FACE!! LOOK. AT. IT. Mans could be into MLP rp and there I'd be, princess Celestia and everything... anyway 🩷 Love youuuuu

You could hear the steady melody of a piano piece as Sanemi dug his nails into the meaty flesh of your waist. “Fuck, how come you always feel so,” His eyes roll shut, a gruff moan gliding from his mouth. “Perfect.” He hisses out. You’d answer him if you had rational thought. His cock was rubbing against your entrance and the way it made your skin vibrate with hungry sensations could make someone faint and, only to think of him while unconscious. He wouldn't allow that to happen though, not right before you had to get your pretty self on stage.

It was cramped in the costume closet, but he managed to position you perfectly behind a few racks of clothes. You were frightened the stench of sex would permeate the pretty dresses forever when Sanemi dragged you back here. There was no going back now – not after he’d stripped you of your short skirt, the one you’d worn just to rile him up. It had worked, maybe a little too well considering the moment the student director had told you both to go run lines, you ended up here. Sanemi was going to run, run his tongue through your pussy.

His rough hand grabs onto your chin, guiding your face toward his. “Don’t drift off on me just yet sweetheart.” His lips tick upward in a smirk and a whimper escapes from your throat. “I want you to feel every last drop.” He hums, letting go of you with so much force your head snaps the other way. 

Sanemi pretended to be impenetrable, but if there was one thing you learned from working with him – it was that he was the most gentle person you’d ever met. His hand glides up the plush skin of your stomach, pausing to pinch at your already stiff nipples. “Always so willing for me,” He kisses your shoulder blade and you can feel the smugness of his words bouncing off your back. His hand gropes and travels up to the base of your throat. Two fingers apply pressure – the feeling is almost too much. Your nerves feel shot from the amount of teasing he’d put you through. He must sense how restless you are because his free hand dips down to your clit – using his thumb to rub lazy circles around it. A loud broken moan shoots from your lips and before you can flush at the volume his fingers squeeze harder on your throat. “S’posed to be quiet.” 

Your head falls back to his firm chest, a breathy whine vibrating out. He chuckles darkly, releasing your throat to move your head gently to the side. His mouth works against your beating pulse, sucking where there weren’t marks already from him. “Don’t want your little friends to find out that you’re fucking your co-lead, hmm?” He coos against your skin, but whatever kindness remained for your plea of secrecy was gone as he pushes two fingers into your begging pussy. “You love it when I touch you, don’t you sweetheart?” When you don’t reply he pushes in deeper, his fingers curling against your walls. Your arms shake with the force of trying not to make a sound. “So quiet now,” He hums, delighted you’ve given him the challenge. 

Your head radiates with a dull throb as you bite down on your bottom lip. “There’s a reason the director gave you the lead role, why don’t you show everyone your beautiful vocals, pretty girl?” His fingers are pumping in and out – a rushing feeling stemming from your heart. His cock wasn’t even inside of you yet, but you were already a mess underneath his touch. 

He’s smirking against your neck, obviously happy with himself for rendering you a useless bundle of limbs. “S-Sanemi,” You whine. “I can’t – hngh – take it,” A sputtering moan interrupts your speech as the tips of his fingers brush against an all too familiar spot for him. 

His lips twist into a huge grin as his lilac eyes gleam. “Found it.” He whispers. Someone was bound to hear you – after all whines and moans were careening from your mouth as you let Sanemi support you with his own body. Your knees felt weak, they were surely going to buckle from the pleasure coursing through your system. “You were sayin’ somethin’ darling?” He purrs. “Too shy to put on a show?” He chuckles, pulling his fingers from your sloppy cunt – bringing them to your lips. With unsaid command your mouth parts, allowing him to run the taste of your arousal over your tongue. “No, that doesn’t sound like you.” He smirks as you suck his fingers greedily into your mouth. “You love the spotlight and I will always shine it on you.”

Of course, if you’d heard him you might’ve thought there was more to this show-mance, but his words were covered up by the hum in your brain. You were ready to let him fuck you against the wall, but the alarm on his phone signals it's time to go back to rehearsal. 

Under the Goddess' Veil [TEASER]

A/n: This fic was a tad bit spur of the moment to take a break from rewriting some of Lady of Amberguard. Turns out I really like the idea and haven't been able to stop writing on it for 2 days. I will say this will be a bit of plot in the first 4 or 5 thousand words but from then on...dear Lord forgive me for the absolute FILTH I have planned.

Description: I'll give a silly one for right now, basically a maiden gets sacrificed to 5 dragons and a lot of fucking happens. The end.

Pairings: Obanai Iguro, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Giyuu Tomioka, Uzui Tengen, and Kyojuro Rengoku x reader

ENJOY!

☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

“I was supposed to be sacrificed to you for the honor of my village…” You trail off, trying to connect the dots. You glance in the direction of Sanemi, his usually stern eyes softening when they connect with yours. “Are you going to eat me?” Your words sound pitiful, like you had accepted that fact already – and you had. You’d be raised on the single constant that you would be fed to the Gods atop the neverending tips.

Uzui appears in front of you, a lazy smirk playing with his lips as he leans down to be eye level with you. “Not in the way you’re thinking.” He purrs, rolling his smirk into his mouth.

Kyojuro pushes forward, his long hair whipping in the wind Obanai was still creating. “Your humans assume when we request a maiden to be given to us that we would feast upon her supple flesh,” He sighs, looking at Obanai as he speaks. “Every century our loneliness becomes unbearable. There was the occasional soul that attempted to harm us, wanting to take the hoard for themself, but that didn’t last long. Other draconics would visit us, but some of them would fight for our territory.” Your eyes are drawn to Sanemi again and his plethora of scars. He avoids your gaze at all costs, he finds the outer wall of the cave particularly interesting.

Kyojuro continues with a solemn smile. “Then one day a beautiful woman found her way into the lower tunnels. She came begging us to help her village, people were sick – dying. She was ready to give anything to us for the sake of the people.”

Uzui, who is leaning against the wall, pipes up again. “So she gave us her body.” Your brows knit together. Her body? What exactly did that mean? Kyojuro shoots him a glare before setting himself in front of your gaze, staring into your eyes.

“The women before you were scared, frightened of the big bad monsters within the Ponorich peaks. Most of them tried to escape with no avail…they would get lost and starve or stay within our sight and do the same thing. There were others that would find our hoard and selfishly conspire to harm us to take it.” Kyojuro’s eyes are bright swirls. “We want a mate, a bride.” Bride…you had dreamed about a day adorned with joy once. It had been a quick thought, squashed by the reality that you understood from a very young age. Though, now perhaps you could live the life that had been taken away from you.

The wind dies down and you quickly look behind to find Obanai stepping onto the edge in a graceful manner. He nods his head at you, an ethereal glow still present in his eyes. It made your stomach dip in the strangest way. "You can have one of us,” He waves his arm to the group of men, their eyes trained on you. Obanai steps forward, picking up your hands softly. You peer at him through your lashes. “Or all of us." He finishes. A distinguishing feeling glides through your very being. Something that tells you if you were going to die for the village the least you could do was live for them.

"I-I'd like to have all of you..." You stammer, your confidence dropping with every second. When did you decide to become so brazen? Here you were, a maiden surrounded by five men that surely looked upon you with heat and desire.

"Are you sure you can handle that little doe? Becoming the wife of five hungry dragons isn't going to be easy. You will ache when you are without us and you will ache when you are with us." Giyuu coos, placing a hand on your back. It sends licks of warmth that jolt to where you had never been touched.

“You will become ours in every way possible.” Uzui is now to your other side, hand upon your waist. “We will take you whenever we want,” A piece of hair falls to the side of his ear, distracting you for a moment until he brings your gaze back to him with fingers under your chin. “And you can take us whenever you want.”

Kyojuro hangs his arms around your shoulders, placing himself square behind you. The thin material of your slip does nothing to hide the warmth radiating off the man. “When our heat occurs you will have to be careful. One of us may ravish you and then two more join in.” He nudges your head with affection and your stomach stirs.

“Are you willing to make sacrifices?” Sanemi asks, still standing a few feet away from the huddle the rest of them had now created around you.

“I was raised to do so.” You reply, a confident nod moving your head.

A Bad Idea | Geto Suguru x Y/N

Synopsis: Gojo Satoru’s younger sister has found herself in a compromising position with his best friend, Geto Suguru. 

Warnings/contains: plus sized reader, fem reader, she/her, drinking, cussing, mature content {cunnilingus, suguru dominate, teasing top, orgasm, oral sex: male receiving, swallowing cum like it’s a delicacy, kissing, biting, and moaning}

word count: 3.8K

a/n: The ending is... more or less abrupt, but I wanted a chance to possibly make a second part in the future because I have a lot planned for these two!

“Grow up.” His dark eyes avoided your general area as he stood before you. He wasn’t close enough to hear how fast your heart beat, but you could smell him. That wonderful, intoxicating, warm smell of his cologne. You shouldn’t be thinking about how delicious he smells though, you should be mad at him. 

“I thought our one rule was supposed to be good communication.” you start, but he interrupts with his melodic laugh. 

“You cannot be serious right now y/n.” Those eyes are now glaring at you. You wish you both weren’t headstrong because he looks so sexy right now with his silky raven hair combed over to one side of his head. He had a cream-colored shirt on that clung to his muscular form. He’d rolled up the long sleeves to expose his forearms and the intricate tattoo that curled up the length of his right arm. 

“You’re the one that allowed me to kiss you!” You exclaim, frustrated with the games he was trying to play. Suguru runs a hand down his face and steps closer to you, eyes narrowed. 

“You’re my best friend’s little sister. This cannot go on.” His proximity sends a shiver up your spine. You could do one of two things, bow your head and accept what he was telling you, or kiss him again. You bite your bottom lip, tempted by the latter option. 

“Toru doesn’t have to find out.” You knew your older brother would be weird about the two of you being intimate with each other. Satoru had always been protective of you, claiming he was the best big brother to ever walk the Earth. As his little sister, you couldn’t help but look up to your shining older brother. He was pretty great at times. After all, once he heard about the kids saying mean things about your weight to you on the playground he’d practically made dirt their favorite food. Suguru rolls his eyes in frustration and you can’t help but watch the tick of his jaw as he tries to decide what to do with you. 

“You know he’ll discover us eventually.” His eyes soften ever so slightly as they take in your face. You smirk up at the tall man in front of you. 

“So there’s an us now?” You give into the electric pull between you and his body. Reaching out a tentative hand to his bicep, you curl your fingers around the girth of his upper arm. You were hopeful Suguru would understand what this simple touch meant. 

You wanted him. Needed him. Ever since the two of you were younger and Satoru introduced his new friend to the unexpecting you. His hair was slightly shorter back then and greasy. He’d grown into himself over the years, learning how to take care of his hair, body, and responsibilities. 

“Y/n.” His sigh is long and it gives you a chance to move your hand up to his cheek. 

“Suguru.” Your voice is barely above a whisper. His eyes are tracking your expression, weary of what might happen if he looks away. 

“This is a bad idea.” He silently tries to sway you one last time to forget about him. How could you? Suguru Geto was so good at communicating with his eyes that you already knew what he wanted. Your hand slides down his jawline and you palm his sternum. 

“Aren’t all good ideas bad?” You swallow hard, unaware of the strain you were having on Suguru’s restraint. “Just one kiss,” You breathe, leaning up on the tips of your toes to level your lips with his. 

“You know it’s not going to be only one,” Suguru backs you against the kitchen counter. You gasp slightly as he plants an arm on either side of you against the granite. Before you can think of how your breath smells his plump lips are encasing yours. Your eyes roll closed and you allow your hands to run vigorously through his hair. A small moan escapes your lips as Suguru palms you under the oversized shirt you wore. He breaks from the kiss and bumps his forehead against yours. “Fuck, why’d you have to moan?” He hisses, eyes squeezed shut. You feel a pang of anxiety course through you. Did he not like that you moaned? Was it weird that you felt pleasure from the contact of his hand on your skin? 

“I'm sorry-” You start to say but he kisses you aggressively this time. Hunger seeps through his mouth. He moves from your lips down your jaw and to your neck. Your body melts under his touch. Suguru nips at the soft spot between your neck and shoulder. You let out a little yelp and turn to meet his gaze. 

“I swear you’re going to make me go crazy.” He rolls his lips under his teeth, waiting for you to respond to his confession. 

“I think you’d be a sexy mad hatter.” You tease. A grin pulls at the corner of his mouth. He smooches your neck, then trails kisses up to your nose. 

“You’re incredibly hard to say no to.” His dark hair runs like midnight waves messily around his face. 

“It’s a power I have to use with great responsibility.” You laugh, closing your eyes as you do so. When you open them back up his eyes are observing you again. It makes you squirm slightly, but not because you were uncomfortable. It was for another reason entirely, kissing was nice but you wanted to know how good Suguru was in bed. A devious query you wanted to be answered as soon as possible. Your ears perk up as a noise comes from the front door. Suguru’s eyes go wide and he scrambles away from you, moving toward the fridge. He opens it and pretends to look for something. You on the other hand busy yourself with scrolling through the first app you thought to open, which happened to be Webtoons. Satoru strolls through the door, a huge smile on his face. His silver hair is pushed back by his sunglasses on top of his thick head. 

“Well, look at that. You both are the exact people I wanted to see.” He hands his keys on his special hook and then starts toward us. Suguru gets a water bottle out of the fridge and hands it to me. You nod toward him signaling your thanks, but he doesn’t look my way. “I had a long day at work, come greet your brother.” He extends his arms. 

“Needy bastard.” You grumble, but you oblige to his request. He wraps his long arms around you with a tight squeeze. He kisses the top of your head and then holds you at arm's length. His head tilts as he studies you, then his brows furrow. 

“What’s this?” He questions, zeroing in on something to your side. 

“What?” You reply, twisting to figure out what he was referring to. Satoru holds you still and touches a spot on your lower neck. 

“Right here. It’s all red and blotchy.” His bright eyes flit to meet yours, concern and anger written all of over his face. You knew your brother was thinking of the worst. Surely a red splotch on your skin couldn’t be a bug bite, no that was too simple. 

“Probably a bug bite.” You laugh and go to cover the area with your hand but Toru is quicker than you. He feels it again and shakes his head. 

“There’s no bump.” His eyes narrow and he holds your hand away from your neck. “Did you have a boy over while I was gone?” He interrogates. You push your older brother away with an annoyed sigh. 

“No.” You dismiss. “Maybe I’m getting a rash from your stupidity.” Satoru sighs and finally leans his long body against the counter. He pinches the bridge of his nose and then drags that hand down to his jaw. 

“Sorry sis, I just didn’t want a repeat of Stuart.” He sighs again and Suguru basically chokes on his next breath.

“Who’s Stuart?” He quizzes through stifled laughs. You glare at him but he ignores you. Your older brother rolls his eyes and gestures to you. 

“Some dude that somehow had sex with y/n.” He replies, a sneer appearing on his lips. Suguru stops laughing and finally looks at you since Satoru had arrived. His eyes are searching your body like there are going to be remnants of Stuart there. “Anyway Geto do you want to head over to the bar? Daddy’s thirsty.” Satoru pushes off the counter and goes back toward the door, grabbing his keys. 

“I really hate when you call yourself that.” Suguru groans and goes to follow him, removing his eyes from you. 

“Well y/n we’ll be back when I’m nice and drunk. I need to fuckin’ forget about today.” He shows you a huge grin and lifts a hand to wave, his key ring around his pointer finger. You narrow your eyes at your older brother.

“You just got home though,” You start walking toward him. Satoru had been drinking a lot lately, and you were worried. If he continued like this it was going to turn into a serious problem. “Why don’t we watch a movie?” You try to convince him to stay. Satoru closes the distance between you and wraps his arms around you in a brisk movement. 

“I’m going to be alright y/n, besides I’ve got this hunk to protect me.” He jerks a thumb over his shoulder at Suguru, who looks up from putting his jacket on. 

“Yeah no, if anything I’m leaving your gangly ass behind.” Suguru winks at you and a flush rises through your body, surrounding your cheeks in a rosy hue. Satoru dismisses what his best friend had said and kisses your forehead again. 

“I’m sorry we’re leaving you alone, but just think of it this way, at least you might get another video of me trying to twerk to Mary Had a Little Lamb.” Satoru ruffles your hair with that signature smile of his, then turns to leave. Once he’s through the door Suguru lingers for a moment. You can tell he wants to say something about what happened before but is afraid Satoru will walk through the door again. Oh, what the fuck, you couldn’t resist teasing him. You lean against the wall and twist your hair around a finger. 

“Hurry back, I’ll be waiting in my room for you.” You move forward the slightest bit, enough so that your nose would be filled with his scent. “I like the idea of you in between my legs.” You turn to leave but Suguru catches your wrist and pulls you into him. He leans down to your ear, his hair tickling your nose, but it smelt like rain and wood. 

“We’ll flip a coin to see which head goes first.” He then lowers his mouth to the spot he left on you earlier and licks it slowly. “I’m going to fuck you until the sun kisses your skin.” His eyes lift to meet yours and your breath gets stuck in your throat. You could feel the electric pull of want, need, and pressure in your body. You try to lean forward to kiss him, but he pulls back. “Ah ah ah, not now princess, I want you to be yearning for me to satisfy you when I get back.” He smirks at the look on your face and then turns to leave. “See ya y/n! Thanks for helping me find my phone!” He lifts a hand in a small wave. Satoru sits in his car, drumming against the steering wheel to a song. You finally let out a shaky breath and shut the door behind them. You press your hot skin against the cool of the door. Holy shit. Did that really just happen? Were you about to have sex with Suguru Geto when he gets back from drinking with his best friend, your older brother? Your pussy practically throbs with excitement. You’re sure if it had the power to speed up time, that’s what it would be doing. 

Suguru was no Stuart, he was probably bigger, more experienced, just an overwhelming presence. You pull your lips under your teeth and glance at the clock. How do you even get ready for something like this? Shower, shave, and busy yourself to make the time go by faster. 

3 hours had passed since the two of them had left. You’d been laying in your bed reading some wholesome comic for the majority of that time. Your shower had felt magnificent and you wore a nice pastel pink bralette and a black thong. Was it overkill since they’d be on the floor soon? Yes, but you wanted him to know you were serious enough to try for him. You had put on the same oversized shirt you wore earlier and snuggled into bed. You’re about to call it a night, considering it was almost 1 in the morning, but that's when your door swings open. Suguru stands panting in the doorway, assessing you covered up and on your phone. 

“Where’s my brother?” Is the first thing you think of to say. Suguru smirks and tilts his head at you. 

“Left em’ at the bar.” He reports, the teasing smirk still on his lips. You roll your eyes and he stumbles into your room, closing the door with his foot. “He’s downstairs on the couch. I’d rather not wear myself out trying to drag his ass up to his room. Also doubles as you being able to be as loud as you want.” He’s still closing the distance between the two of you and you can feel the anxiety start to creep up your spine. Shit, this was happening. 

“Well, where is the coin?” You ask, trying to prolong this moment so you could mentally prepare yourself. Suguru stuffs his hand in his back pocket and produces a silver coin. He flips it and time seemingly slows down as it lands back in his hand. You watch closely as he turns the coin over on his other hand. Still covering it he looks up at you. 

“Heads or tails?” He grins. You look away from him, nervous for the first time in a while. Stuart never made you feel electrified when you both were about to have sex. Suguru on the other hand had this presence that made you want all of him. 

“Heads, you eat me out.” You hear yourself say, eyes locking on his. He lowers his hand to show you what the coin had landed on. A small gasp escapes your lips as the head of some president stares back at you. 

“Fine dining it is.”  Suguru tosses the coin on your nightstand and grabs the end of your blanket, flinging it to the side. You yelp as the cold air stings your warm thighs. He gets on his knees and ties his hair back in a bun. He then taps the edge of the bed, beckoning you to come to him. You scoot over to him, positioning yourself neatly in front of him. He smiles up at you, his eyes glinting with some sort of emotion you can’t quite decipher. “Are you okay with this?” Lazily dragging a finger up and down your inner thigh. You suck in a breath and nod. Suguru bites his bottom lip and places both of his hands on your knees. He pushes them apart slowly, taking in the black thong you had on. A smirk plays with his lips as he meets your gaze again. “Did you put on these for me?” He playfully asks. You press your lips together and avoid eye contact. “You’re adorable, princess.” He spreads you apart more and you're suddenly looking back at the beautiful man in between your legs. 

“I-I’m nervous.” You admit, shying away from his scrutinizing gaze. He leaves a light trail of kisses on your thigh. 

“Don’t be, just focus on the pleasure.” He mumbles against your reddening thigh. That’s when he grabs hold of the hem of your thong and pulls them off you. He tosses them over his shoulder, eyes trained on your exposed pussy. He groans low in his throat. “Fuck, y/n, you’re so fucking stunning.” He wraps his arms around your thighs, pulling you closer to him. He roughly kisses your thigh and frees a hand to reach your throbbing entrance. He glances up at you through his lashes and then pushes a finger into you. A light moan comes from your lips and you can tell Suguru likes the sound of your little moans because another finger is already inside you. You start to squirm with pleasure as he pumps them in and out of you. 

“Ah, fuck, right there.” You cry out, enjoying the way his lips kiss your thighs and his fingers feel your insides. A budding pressure builds in your lower abdomen, threatening to explode any second. Suguru seems entranced by the way your cunt gobbles up his fingers. You start to tremble and reach out a shaky hand to grab onto his wrist. “Please, I want your tongue inside me.” You rasp, eyes rolling back in your head. He smirks against your thigh and wiggles his fingers around. 

“You’re so needy for my tongue.” He teases but removes his fingers slowly. “Tell me what you want y/n.” You let go of his wrist and try to catch your breath. 

“I want to c-cum on your face.” You manage to stutter out. Suguru licks his lips with a low grunt. He takes a deep breath in. 

“Glad to know we’re on the same page.” Then he dips his head in between your legs, angling his head so his tongue can sweep across your needy clit. You shudder at the contact of your already sensitive pussy. He places his lips firmly around your clit and starts to suck, sloshing his spit and your juices around. You start to grind against his face, yearning for the sweet release. He hums with you in his mouth. Your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him into you as his tongue fucks you. You start to quiver against him. 

“Oh! I’m going to cum! Suguru!” You moan out his name as your stomach twists in knots. A splintering orgasm pushes you to keep Suguru’s head right where he is. He obliges by lapping up your juices. Once you feel the fire start to subside you release his head. You let out a breathy moan as Suguru licks you off his face. 

“You taste like honey.” He grins. You stare at his angled face, taking in the scene of him with your juices on his lips. You sit up a bit more and glance down at his crotch. He’s pressed against his pants, straining the fabric. He notices me peering at him and shifts himself. “Jeez, now you’re making me nervous.” You place both hands on his shoulders and push up to a standing position. 

“Get up, it’s your turn.” You move out of the way so he has room to take the spot where you just were. 

“Y-y/n you really don’t have to do-”

“Now.”

“Jeez okay.”

Suguru stands and pulls at the hem of his pants. He steps out of both his pants and boxers and you watch as his erection springs forth, nearly hitting him in the abdomen. He places himself on the edge of the bed and you hear a deep intake of breath from him. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.” You coo. He rolls his eyes and braces himself against the edge of the bed. His hair is a mess after you mangled it, but for once your eyes are more inclined to look at his hard cock. It’s bigger than you expected, probably around 8 or so inches. You're not sure if you’ll be able to take the whole thing in your mouth, but you’d try your hardest for Suguru. 

“Come on, wrap those pretty lips around me.” Suguru coaxes in that deep voice of his. You look at him as you sink to your knees in front of him. You wrap your fingers around him and rub the head with the pad of your thumb. He shudders and you like the way a deep grumble comes from within him. You bring your lips to the head and place a gentle kiss there. “Fuck.” Suguru hisses. Then you take his cock in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and bobbing your head slowly at first. Suguru moans and hisses about how great you’re doing. You can feel his cock twitching in your mouth and you swirl your tongue around him. Suguru’s hand then grabs your head, pushing you down on his cock. You choke at the sudden clog of him in your throat. You try your best to continue, but he’s now hitting the back of your throat, making it hard to focus. You squeeze your eyes shut as tears form in your eyes. “Right there y/n, fuck me.” You were trying to, but Suguru was filling your mouth. You look at him through your lashes, watching him hand his head back with breathy pants of pleasure. He looked majestic even as he used your throat to get off. 

The cum is hot on your tongue as he spills into your mouth. A shudder ran through him, his hand clenching your hair. His cock slips out of your mouth, trailing a little bit of semen down your chin. He yanks your head back and a hungry look encases him. 

“Swallow it.” He demands. He didn’t have to tell you twice, you had planned to anyway. You were his little whore and he tasted almost as delicious as he smelt. Suguru’s chest rises and falls with quick breaths as he watches you lick the cum on your chin. 

“Yummy.” You hum, maintaining eye contact with him. He’s still holding your head back and he seems to realize he could be hurting you so he gives you some slack. Though, not too much, it’s obvious he likes to be in charge. “Kiss me Suguru.” You pant. He watches you with those careful eyes of his. 

“Beg me.” He hisses. You nearly melt into his demand. God, he was so fucking sexy when he told you to beg. 

“Please Suguru, I need you to kiss me.” That’s all it takes for him to crash his lips against yours. Your lips are swollen from sucking him off, but you love the slight sting as he slides off the bed to join you on the ground. He nips at your soft jaw and grinds against you. 

“Fuck, you’re so sexy.” He growls, hand still caught in your hair. “I can’t wait to fuck you y/n.” He’s about to move forward with this wonderful moment but you both hear footsteps outside your door. You feel a cold chill of fear surround you. You look back at Suguru, his eyes are trained on you. “He’s probably moving to his bed.” He whispers. 

Well, you sure fucking hoped so or this was going to be one of those bad ideas.  

This Time| Satoru Gojo pt. 2

Synopsis: This time, Satoru is hungry for your sweet love. He can’t get enough of you after that birthday party you both attended. After a promise to surprise him for his birthday, he surprises you with a question you never thought Satoru Gojo would ask anyone.

Warning/contains: strong language, kissing, cowgirl sex, soft BDSM play, male dom, female dom, male sub, female sub, begging, missionary sex, mention of insecurities, possibly unsanitary sexual things, mentions of pregnancy (slight breeding kink just suddenly appears in this man?? Maybe 30 years old is getting to him) mutual pining (with this comes a bit of angst)

Word count: 8.9k

an: It’s so early in the morning right now and I’m not even sure if I’m awake (words are looking wrong to me, I think the sleep deprivation is turning me illiterate), but I GOT IT DONE. I edited it as much as I could, but at this point I just wanted to post it. If there’s any major problems with the grammar, please let me know. This was a lot of fun to write, plus Satoru kind of reminds me of someone I know outside of the fictional world so he’s easy(ish) to write. Well, peace out friends, I’m going to fall asleep to Minecraft videos and try not to upset the massive sunburn I got at the beach today. Drae out <3 

Satoru trails sticky kisses down the line of your jaw, his hair tickles your face as he maneuvers his head to kiss your neck. Your heart felt like it was in two places at once; your throat and…down lower. Something was throbbing and unbeknownst to you Satoru could smell your arousal. It was a slight tang in the air, something so faint it was hard to describe. Once you identified it though, it became thick, settling over you like a fog of dizzying desire. Gojo smiles against your collarbone and brushes his teeth against the soft skin, making you shudder in response. This time was pure bliss. Different from when the both of you fucked after making a pitstop back at Shoko’s party. Different from the sweaty nights last week where you’d either find Satoru at your door after work or he’d invite you over to his place. He’d kissed every inch of your body by now, claiming every cell as his own. He fucked so much that you’d begun to only think about the next time he’d push you up against his kitchen counter, demand you suck his cock, or lift you up against the wall to fuck you from behind or make you watch in a mirror as he touches all over your body, or even the time you both couldn’t wait until you got home so he fucked you in a dark alleyway. You weren’t sure what the definition of your relationship was with Satoru Gojo anymore. He was your best friend, someone you could rely on and share memories with when you both were younger. Now, things were complicated. 

“You’re absolutely intoxicating y/n.” Satoru suddenly whispers, he’s now laying off at your side, propped up on your breasts with his eyes scanning your face. “I could look at your face for hours and never get sick of it.” He pauses, a grin lifting onto his full lips. “That’s it.” He mumbles. You tilt your head and look at him curiously. 

“What’s it?” You question, lazily lifting your hand to pet his head. He accepts the loving strokes and shuts his eyes softly.

“Tonight, after I’m done fucking you, which could be never, I want us to draw each other.” He moves his hands so they’re now resting on your chest as well. “I’m so going to beat your ass. I’m a great artist.” He boasts. You roll your eyes as a swell of emotion builds in your chest. There wasn’t a night that went by when Gojo didn’t actively initiate sex or deny your advances. It was something strange to you since most men were fucking weird about intimacy with you. Gojo was different. The little voices in your head were trying to tell you otherwise though. He’s just bored. Men love sex. Don’t get used to it. He’s just using you. You don’t see him asking to have an actual relationship with you. You’re just some hole he can fill for the time being. 

If you were being honest, you didn’t necessarily care. You weren’t entirely sure you were even ready to have that conversation with Satoru. Dating? You hated it, but it could be different with him. You shift slightly so you can get a better look at the gangly man laying on you. 

“Who said you were getting to fuck me Satoru?” You mused teasingly. He chuckles darkly, a low sound that almost sends a shiver down your spine. He lifts a finger and trails it across your chest toward your budding nipple. He circles it a couple of times, watching as your nipple perks up to his attention. He smirks to himself and you want to curse your body for being so honest. Satoru moves his finger to your mouth next. He swipes at your bottom lip and your lips part instinctively. His eyes darken as he wets his long digit on the inside of your lip. You’re not sure, but you think something is hardening against your leg. Satoru is on a mission though, he wants to prove you wrong. So his next destination is to make the long journey down your body to the apex of your legs. Where he claimed these lips were nothing but sweet to him, while the ones connected to your mouth teased him relentlessly. You tense, expecting him to hook his finger into your swollen pussy, but he teases the thick skin of your thigh before lightly brushing over your pubic mound. You let out a breath as he plays with your other thigh now, molding his whole hand into the fatty surface. 

“Now,” he pauses, tracing small circles closer and closer to your entrance. If he would just move a little further to the right he’d be in the right spot. “Now you’re going to have to beg for my cock like a common whore.” Before you’re able to resist he moves your underwear to the side and allows the air to tickle your senses. “I’d like to see how far you’d go just for me to fuck you.” He mumbles more to himself than to you. Your gaze falls to where his fingers are now sloppily playing with your entrance. Slick is spread around as he continues, obviously enjoying what he was doing. 

“Satoru, you’re just making a mess.” You exhaled, shifting away from his fingers. His lazy gaze snaps to you and for a moment you think you’ve upset him but he just smiles. 

“Oh? Am I?” He looks back to your exposed pussy. He moves on top of you more and you grunt with the sudden added weight. Satoru presses his lips into your neck, breathily kissing the tender skin where he always gave you hickies. “Then you’ll just have to be a good girl and beg me.” His lips brush against the line of your jaw and your heart pounds in your chest. “Come on, you know how much I like it when you use your mouth.” What was his obsession with getting you to beg him for his cock? Was it some sort of ego boost? Is that all you were to him? Though, you couldn’t deny the thrumming in your ears as he sucked on your sensitive neck. 

“Why should I?” You close your eyes as he continues to smother you in kisses. “Are you that desperate to know if I want you to fuck me?” Satoru halts his pursuit and peers into your eyes. He furrows his brows and a strand of his silver hair falls into his eye. 

“Oh I know you want me to fuck you,” Satoru looks up and down your body, a small smirk playing with his lips as he notes how pebbled your nipples are. He also first handed felt how wet you were for him. Ready to have him easily slide into your practically begging pussy. Your mouth may not be begging, but your cunt was and he loved they way it was wet for him. You were stubborn, making Satoru’s chest heave with anticipation of how much shit you would give him for asking you to beg. He wasn’t usually one to be subdued nor stay with a woman for this long, but you had somehow changed both of those facts about this rich playboy. It’s true he’d told Suguru and Nanami about how much he liked being around you and how effortlessly sexy you were. They told him he had a crush, but he’d never had a crush. He didn’t know how to define his feelings. You enraptured him, he couldn’t get close enough to you, mark you up enough, or miss you enough when you weren’t with him. These feelings were painful, frustrating even. It was like a pulsing in his chest he couldn’t soothe. You had royally fucked him up. 

“It’s not fair that you have more restraint.” You complain, looking off to the side in a huff. Satoru had his share of ladies so he knew how to tease out what he wanted from them. In hindsight, he played with his food before devouring it and the women usually gave in to his every wish and whim. But restraint? You had to be fucking kidding him. He was barely hanging on by a thread with your all but naked body underneath him. Your neck was speckled in red splotches. Your nipples were aching to be played with. You were nothing short of a fantasy for him. Though, he couldn’t tell you those things. Instead, Satoru whisks up a lazy smirk and licks his lips slowly. 

“All you have to do is beg.” He draws, admiring the way your bottom lip protrudes in a sexy pout. Your heartbeat was drowning out all rational thoughts by now. You wanted Satoru to fuck you until your eyes rolled back into your head. His teasing presence made it so easy to enjoy yourself. Sex with Satoru was like getting a full spa treatment. He was simply incredible at everything from foreplay to eating you out to making you cry out his name until the sun came up the next day. 

“Fine…but don’t get used to it Satoru.” You give in, whispering the latter part. An overwhelming grin takes over his face as he patiently awaits your words. He even moves off you allowing you room to sit up against the headboard. If you were going to do this you were going to go all out for him so he never asked you to do it again. You take in a deep breath and close your eyes. It’s like a different person takes over your body as you lean forward and slowly open your eyes. 

“Please forgive your useless slut. I want nothing more than your thick, delicious, talented cock burrowed deep in my pussy. It belongs to you so please use it as you wish.” You feel hot embarrassment flood through you as the words leave your mouth, but something snaps in Satoru. Having you actually use that language and the look in your eyes nearly sent him plummeting into the deep end. 

“Fuck,” He curses, gripping the sheets underneath him for some type of grounding. You didn’t expect your words to have such an effect on him, though he did ask for it. Even though you were almost naked, Satoru still remained in a loose band tee and longue shorts he’d thrown on to cuddle with you. His gaze lifts to yours and those once beautiful cooling ocean eyes that sparkle in any light are now dark and lustful. He looks almost predatory as his jaw ticks. Apparently, rich boys like it when you beg for them. “Get over here bug.” He demands, motioning for you to stand in front of him. You wince at the nickname he’d given you when you were kids being used in what felt like a derogatory usage. You oblige, moving off the bed and toward Satoru. You decide to slip out of your underwear on your way to him. You position yourself between his knees, looking into his eyes for his next command. Both of your chests are breathing shallowly and the silence is making you press your thighs together in anticipation. You clench on nothing, yearning to be filled one way or another. 

“Satoru.” You breathe and his eyes flit around your body. It was like he was drinking in his whole view. He then grabs the back of your thighs and pulls you forward. You end up straddling his lap with your knees digging into the mattress and ass barely pressed into him. He fixes that situation by moving himself back an inch or so, allowing you a more comfortable seat on his legs. Just the heat from his crotch is enough to drive you wild. You almost moaned from the friction when he moved. 

Suddenly Satoru’s lips are against yours. He grabs the back of your neck and pulls you into him urgently. His kisses are quick, never staying in one spot for too long. He kisses all over your face and lifts his hips every once and a while to push his erection into your hot core. You groan into his mouth when he’s back sloppily making out with you. He uses his free hand to feel up your breasts. You arch your back slightly at finally being able to feel some pleasure from Satoru’s hand. He moves his hand to the apex of your legs and inserts two fingers into your cunt, curling them around your clit. You break free from his lips and let out a breathy moan, clutching his shoulders to stabilize yourself. 

“Tell me how much you love my fingers in your pussy.” Gojo’s voice is low, commanding, and utterly sexy. He relentlessly hits the same spot, causing your legs to shake uncontrollably. Your breath is coming out in short gasps as you try to maintain some sense of reality. 

“F-fuck-fuck, hngh, Satoru.” Your eyes are squeezed shut but you can tell that he’s looking at you. He probably has that stupid smirk on his lips because he knows what he does to you. You clench around his fingers and roll your lips into your mouth. 

“Come now Bug, use your words like a proper whore.” Satoru purrs, pumping his fingers into you harder, bruising your clit. You couldn’t say no to him. Not like this. Anything he wanted from you, you would give to him in a heartbeat. 

“God, I love your fucking fingers in my pussy,” You let out a cracking moan as you drop your head to his shoulder, bucking against his fingers. “Hah, right there Satoru. Yes, yes, yes!” Your stomach tightens as your shoulders roll forward. 

“Cum on my fingers Bug.” Satoru coos into your ear. His hot breath alone on your ear sends you over the edge. You wildly clench his fingers, digging your nails into his shoulders. “Such a good girl.” He praises and takes his fingers out of your aching pussy. He watches you carefully as you try to steady yourself over him once more. You both are face-to-face now, an orgasm making your eyes sparkle with satisfaction. “Open your mouth.” Satoru orders and you do as you’re told. He places the fingers he just had pressed inside you on your tongue. “Figured I’d show you just how sweet you are.” His eyes track your every movement. From the way your eyes flutter shut to the way, you twirl your tongue around his fingers, bobbing your head slightly. You feel him grow even harder against your entrance and he notices as well. You slip your hand between your bodies, feeling him up through his shorts. 

“Please put it in me Satoru.” You’d never been more desperate for his cock than this moment. He leans forward, resting his forehead on your shoulder. You can feel him raggedly breathing against your arm. “Satoru?” You lean back to check on him. What was going on with him right now?

“Sorry, I was trying to calm myself down.” He lifts his head, wrapping his arms around your ass and thighs. You look at him inquisitively, obviously confused by what he meant. He sighs and avoids your gaze. “I’ve been trying to last longer with you, but for some reason, I finish almost instantly.” His face flushes red and he ducks his head even further away from you. “I just want to be able to satisfy you as much as you-” He groans and lets out a frustrated sigh. “I’m talking too much.” You lean in trying to get into Satoru’s view. You were surprised by the honesty, you thought it was cute how vocal he was being about his concerns for your satisfaction. 

“Hey,” You whisper, grabbing his cheeks and turning his head to look at you. Sometimes when you looked into his eyes you still couldn’t believe this was happening. Satoru Gojo, your best friend, and you had sex every day this week. Multiple times. You’d never have thought it possible that the two of you would’ve even kissed, but here you sit, on his lap. His bright eyes stare into yours. “You’re doing great Satoru, I’m more satisfied than I ever have been. This isn’t like you to feel insecure.” You present a comforting smile to him in hopes he overcomes whatever this block was for him. 

“You’re right…” He lets out a steady breath and glances to the side. “I’m sorry if I ruined the mood.” He sighs, frustration creasing his brow. You shrug and shake your head. 

“Nah, it’s nice to know every once and a while that you actually have feelings.” You tease and giggle slightly when he whips his head to look at you with offense lining his face. 

“I’m very feeling.” He quips back, that easy smirk planted on his lips again. “I felt your pussy clenching on my fingers a couple of minutes ago.” He muses, eyeing up your body appreciatively. Your face heats up at his words. You decide to go with the flow.

“Do you want to feel my pussy clenching around your dick this time?” Your words come out as a whisper and Satoru’s eyes lighten up when he hears them. You’re suddenly very aware of his hard cock in the palm of your hand and the way he’s shifting for you to have access to it. 

“Why don’t you show me how much you love my cock.” He leans back on his hands, observing you fumble with the hem of his shorts. You manage to pull them down enough to free his erection. You couldn't get over the beauty his dick held. How pale the shaft was. How pink the tip was. How a single vein ran up his length on the underside. He carefully leans over to the nightstand to grab a condom. He rolls it over his cock almost quicker than people start talking to a puppy in a baby voice. You lift yourself up on your knees and line the tip up at your entrance. Carefully you sink down on him, letting out a soft gasp as you do so. “Fucking hell.” Satoru shifts his hips and this causes you to let out a stuttered moan. 

“D-don’t move so suddenly.” You breathe, shuddering at how full he makes you feel. Gojo lets out a dark chuckle and moves his hips again. You bite down on your bottom lip and feel a prickling sensation crawl up your spine. 

“You’d better start moving or I am.” Satoru rasps. You hesitantly sink further onto him, sucking in a breath when you feel him grow even bigger while inside you. Satoru flutters his eyes shut and a low groan rumbles out from deep within him. You can almost feel it coursing through you. 

“You feel so-so fucking good Satoru.” He moans softly in response to your praise. You’re not entirely sure what you should do next, you’re nearly never on top in these situations. You do remember a few pornos where the woman would start to roll her hips back and forth when in the cowgirl position. You try moving your hips slowly and Satoru’s eyes suddenly open and widen. 

“Holy shit yn,” He watches you move again and you like the way it makes him slide in and out of your wet entrance. He bites down on his lip, his eyes rolling back in his head slowly. “Just like that baby,” You almost halt in your motions. Baby? No, it couldn’t mean what you thought it did. It makes you want to get him drunk off of pleasure more to see what he’d let slip. 

“You like that?” You tease him by lifting your hips and then slamming back down. Satoru moans loudly, a small whimper escaping his lips as well. He instantly covers his mouth and stares at you. 

“What-what the fuck are you-” You twirl your hips, making sure to flutter your pussy around him. He bites down on his finger but you can still hear the moaning whimpers that are sounding from him. “What are y-you doing to me?” Another loud moan. You smirk and lean forward on him. You feel a sudden urge to kiss him so that’s what you do. Bringing your lips to his with a sense of yearning passion lingering on the tip of your tongue. Satoru kisses you back, every once and a while moaning into your mouth. You love the taste of his pleasure. It was sickeningly sweet, almost addicting. He breaks away from your kiss and his muscles tighten. “I-I’m going to cum bug, oh fuck-” You sink down on him, loving the way you can feel his dick throbbing inside of you. He flops on his back, pulling you with him. His lips are on yours again. Slotting his mouth against yours and grabbing the back of your head. He licks at your lips, asking for permission into your mouth. You allow his tongue to meet yours in a sort of embrace. You move your head back to breathe, staring down at Satoru as you still remain on top of him and his cock burrowed in your cunt. “Hear me out.” He pants. “Round two?”

Satoru is perched on the couch next to you eyeing the movie you had picked with a curious face. He looks like a cat all curled up like that. “Why don’t Eliza and Angelia just beat the shit out of Alexander? He obviously deserves it.” You laugh loudly and look at him with raised brows. “What? I’m just saying.” He gestures to the tv. “The guy’s a dick.” Your lips curl up in a smile, one that happens absentmindedly as you watch Satoru. Your heartbeat starts to pick up and you quickly look away. No, no, no, no don’t you dare start that shit. You absolutely cannot allow yourself to have feelings for him again. This isn’t one of those fairy tale books where everyone ends up with their happily ever after. Satoru obviously enjoys having sex with you and enjoys your company as friends, nothing more. You bite into your lip as the pounding continues. Though, what if he had a crush on you? The playboy of the wealthy? Yeah right. But… what if? 

You shake your head at the thought and go back to watching the screen, unaware of the white-haired man now silently peering at you. The way the screen lit up your face in the dim lighting reminded him of fireworks. He’d have to take you to see some soon. Then again, every time he looked at you or kissed you he felt something similar to fireworks in his body. It was new, and scary, and he hated how easily you had slipped past the friendship boundary and right into where most people never sat; in his heart. These feelings, this pounding in his chest, thrumming up to his ears… it must mean he cared for you, deeply. How did you feel about him? Satoru was used to getting what he wanted so if you didn’t feel the same way he’d be absolutely crushed. Maybe that’s where it got its name. He briskly looks back to the screen before you catch him staring. He had to figure out what to do before things escalated too far. 

“Satoru holy shit.” You suddenly exclaim. He jumps slightly and looks at you with a weary smile. “It’s your birthday next week.” You beamed. Shit, he’d almost forgotten his own birthday, that’s how much you’d taken over his mind. His brows raise slowly. 

“Well, you know what that means…” He trails off a smirk tugging at his lips. You laugh and scoot in closer to him. 

“What does that mean?” You question. Satoru’s gaze falls to your lips and then slowly meets your gaze again. 

“You’re going to have to do something special for my birthday.” He’s full-on smirking now. You bite your lips gently. 

“Yeah?” You allow your hand to trace circles on his upper knee. “Well, then no sex until your birthday so you can enjoy what I plan to the fullest.” He looks you up and down just as ‘Say No to This’ starts playing. You grin teasingly and lean back to your spot on the couch. 

Satoru can’t seem to stop looking at you. How’d he get so lucky with a woman like you? Who would’ve thought that the woman of his dreams would be one of his best friends? He feels a throbbing in his cock as the growing need to be nestled into your neck and thrusting into you nearly takes over his body. Like he’d thought before… you’d royally fucked him up. 

“You’re a cruel cruel woman.” He lamented, flopping back against the couch. You giggly softly and your lips fall into a gentle almost loving smile.

“Careful, I’m in charge of the planning.” Satoru rolls his eyes and grumbles to himself. 

“Mistakes were made.” He sighs. You lean on his shoulder while laughing. 

“Yeah, like when your mom had you.” You tease. Satoru glances down at you and for a moment all he wants to do is curl up with you and stay like this forever, but he regains his senses and distances himself a bit. 

“Hey, you can go back to using plastic for all I care.” He huffs. You snicker loudly and cuddle into the crook of his arm.

“I’m trying to save the planet by having sex with you.” You quip back. He starts to laugh along with you, the walls he’d built up seconds ago falling down like there was no wall to begin with. Was this what love felt like? Easy? Laughing? Companionship and lovemaking? It was true he hadn’t stayed in a relationship for too long or with a single girl. He was slutty and a playboy, but he yearned for something different with you. He didn’t view that night at the hotel as an accident, but it had changed the whole course of his life. Satoru was almost 30, maybe it was time he tried settling down with someone. He knew his mom loved you so she’d be ecstatic. Plus you’d be the first girl he purposefully brought home labeled as his girlfriend. Wait, wow, did he really want you to be his girlfriend? Did he like you that much? He peers down at your body snuggled into him and his heart thuds in his chest. He absentmindedly lifts his right hand to run it up and down your back. You hum in satisfaction and Satoru feels happy. Yeah, he was definitely falling in love with you. 

“Yn I told you I sent out invites to everyone you told me to.” Satoru narrows his eyes at you, annoyed with your constant nagging. You were just trying to make sure his birthday party was fitting. Family and friends and partying. His parents and little brother would be arriving together to spend the night at his apartment today, where you both currently were spending your time. You hoped that you wouldn’t make a fool out of yourself in front of his mother. You knew she liked you but things felt different now that you were…having sex with her son. 

“Well you’d better have, or there will be consequences.” You purse your lips and squint at him. His furrowed brows fall into a smirk and he wiggles his brows. 

“Consequences you say?” He muses. “I like the sound of those. Does that include you having to talk off all your clothes if I misbehave?” He looks at you through his lashes, feigning innocence. You open your mouth and scoff at him. 

“How the hell is that a consequence for you?” You quiz. Satoru shrugs and gestures to your body. 

“The consequence is terrorizing the children as I take you right in front of them.” He lazily lets his eyes rack over your outfit and you think you catch him licking his lips. “Thank God I have enough money for all of their therapies.” He mumbles. Your mouth is hanging open now.

“Satoru Gojo you cannot fuck me in front of all your friends and family.” You exclaim. His eyes lift to meet yours. 

“Why not? I bet you’d like having people watch how good I make you feel.” He raises a brow. “Wouldn’t you darling? You want Suguru to hear you moan my name?” He leans forward and props his elbows up on his knees. “I want everyone to know that you’re mine.” 

“Oh yeah? And how are you going to do that without traumatizing the kids?” You ask. Satoru rolls his lips into his mouth and continues to stare into your eyes with a deep emotion swirling through his own. 

“I’ll ask you to be my girlfriend.” He finally replies. You feel your body go ice cold at his words, then you heat up exponentially. What? Did he know what he was saying? Did he mean that? Holy shit, what the fuck, oh my god. Your heart starts off for the races, leaving you behind in the dust. You don’t think rational thought is something your brain can do anymore. 

“W-what?” You manage to stutter out, leaning into the kitchen counter so you didn’t fall over from the overwhelming feelings you were having. Satoru stands up and strides over to you. He catches your hands and raises them to his lips. 

“I want you to be my girlfriend yn.” He kisses your fingers while staring into your eyes. All the confusion of what was happening between the both of you seems to melt away with his words. He wanted a relationship with you. Satoru Gojo, the most playboy man you knew, wanted not only a relationship but one with you. 

“Did you hit your head?” You try to raise your hand to feel his temporal lobe but he shakes his head and grips your hands tightly. 

“Say yes yn, please make me the happiest man on Earth. I want to figure out what love is with you…” He trails off, your heart nearly melting into a puddle on the floor. 

“You’re being serious?” You question, dazed by the sudden development in the situationship. He nods and you nearly collapse at his feet. “Then…y-yes.” You whisper, avoiding his gaze. “I want to be your girlfriend.” Satoru pulls you into his body, hugging you tightly to his chest. 

“Thank god you said yes, I was scared shitless there for a second. Never let me confess to someone again.” He laughs, kissing your neck and cheeks softly. “My bug. My girlfriend. Mine.” He holds your cheeks and stares into your eyes. You feel like you’re soaring through the sky. Love is in the air and you’re about to gobble it up like a hungry bee with pollen. “Can I kiss you?” He asks so gently you barely hear him. 

“Of course.” You reply back, but he cuts you off by tangling your lips together like he’s a starved man. You smile against his lips, overjoyed and a bit overwhelmed. Satoru Gojo was your boyfriend. He was the one who asked you out. Holy shit. That’s fucking wild and you still couldn’t exactly grasp what the hell just happened. He breaks back from the kiss and grins. 

“Shoko is going to be super annoying tomorrow.” His eyes light up with his smile. “She’ll be all ‘I told you so Toru, you’re a lost cause.’” He pitches his voice higher to mock Shoko. You giggle at the way his voice cracks faintly. 

“I’m sure she’ll congratulate us. She doesn’t seem the type to rub it in your face that she was right.” You feel elated as Satoru pushes your foreheads together. 

“If anything I’m the one who should be rubbing it in her face. I’m the man who has yn ln as my girlfriend. She’s kind, intelligent, radiant, and really fucking good in bed.” His voice lowers and one of his hands slides down your forearm. “Speaking of…” He trails off, watching his own hand explore your body. His touch sends shivers up your arm and tickles your brain. A pulsing ache comes from within. His hands are always so warm. 

“Your birthday is tomorrow.” You mummer, eyes fluttering shut. “We can’t.” You make sure to add on, recalling your promise of celibacy until the night of his birthday. 

“But don’t you want to Yn? I know I do.” He quizzes. His fingertips walk down your hip and play with your stomach fat. 

“Are you trying to make me into a liar?” Despite your words, you expose your neck to Satoru’s will. He takes you up on that offer and starts to suck the delicate skin. His warm lips created a raised splotch. A soft moan escapes your lips and you detect that fucking smile of his against your skin. 

“Not at all, but there’s not a part of you I don’t want to taste.” He husks, licking his handy work. His exploratory hand roams to the hem of the sweats you’re wearing. “Do you want to do it in front of the mirror again?” His voice is light and airy, but it’s so low and predatory at the same time. That alone makes you squirm and press your thighs together. 

“Satoru-”

Ding-dong ding-dong

“Satoru dearest, your family is here~” You both make eye contact and scramble away from each other like two teens caught kissing in a closet. 

“Fuck.” You hiss and look for a place to hide away. You were dressed for their arrival just yet! You were in sweats and the rich did not like off-brand Walmart sweats. 

“Go. Quickly get changed in the guest room.” Satoru shoos you away toward the room opposite his. Little did he know you’d thrown your belongings into his room thinking you’d have enough time to get changed in there. You hear him open up the door and greet his parents. “Gumi you look like you got electrocuted on the way here. Do you even brush your hair when you wake up?” Satoru teases his younger brother. You bite down on your bottom lip to stifle your laughter. Megumi did always tend to have spikey untamed hair. It was his signature look. 

Back to the mission on hand though. You quickly slip into Satoru’s room just as you hear Megumi answer in a monotone voice-

“No.” 

You flail around aimlessly in the dark for your bag. Why the fuck did he always keep it so dark in here? He was pale enough to be a vampire…shit yn look harder. You finally feel the leathery strap of your bag and grab onto it. Pulling it close to your body you almost lose your balance. Shit. 

“How is my little Tory? Mommy has missed you.” You bite down on your lips again, almost losing your shit this time. Tory? You weren’t letting him live that down. 

“Mom please,” You hear him groan loudly, most likely trying to dodge her affection. You make it back into the dimly lit hallway and spot Mrs. Gojo reaching out for her eldest son while Megumi glances around like he couldn’t care less. You get so caught up watching your boyfriend that you completely forget that you’re meant to be hiding until you get ready. It’s too late, Gumi has spotted you. Your eyes widen as you meet his gaze, but before he can point you out you nearly jump into the guest room. That was close. You quickly pull off your comfortable clothes and bring out the dress you’d bought especially for Satoru’s birthday. It was a sparkly silver with a long slit that traveled all the way up to your upper thigh. You set that to the side and take out a more appropriate attire to greet the mother of your boyfriend. You snicker to yourself as you pull the flowy green dress over your head. Satoru was your boyfriend. You wanted to skip around the place and aggressively flip off the world because you’d done it. You were dating Satoru Gojo. A wave of anxiety suddenly washes over you. How in the world was the girlfriend of Satoru Gojo supposed to act? Surely beef would still be permitted? You shake your head and decide to forgo worrying over stupid things like that. You step out into the hallway and put on your best I’m just now finding out that these people have arrived and haven’t been hiding away from them in fear of judgment face to greet the family. 

“When did you all get here?” You call from the hallway, finally walking into sight. At least for some. You make eye contact with Megumi and the boredom on his face shifts to one of amusement. Damned Gojo brothers and their smirks. Mrs. and Mr. Gojo turn to you with massive smiles. The whole family was show-stopping with their pure white hair and ice-blue eyes. You hold out your arms in an attempt to smooth your nerves. Mrs. Gojo accepts your embrace without hesitation. She squeezes you tightly and then holds you by your shoulders. 

“Dear, I’ve missed you so much.” She glances at her eldest son and then back to you. “What’s been new with you?” Fucking your son and then getting into a relationship with him. Oh, and I haven’t had beef in like a week, but that’s because I’ve been filling up on your son’s meat. 

“Nothing much.” You smile and then glance at Satoru, who is having small talk with his father. As if sensing that you’re staring he meets your gaze. He looks at his mother and then at you and then at the rest of the group. 

“Well, there is something different. I was going to wait to tell everyone at once, but you’re my family after all.” He sighs with a huge grin forming on his lips. He wraps his arm around your shoulders and brings you close to him. “Yn and I are dating.” 

The Gojos surprisingly didn’t have an issue with your relationship. Not that you thought they seriously would. They knew you were a hard worker and didn’t care about the money. The only thing bothering you at the moment was the loud party you were in the midst of. Everyone was super pumped because Satoru had finally gotten a girlfriend that he intended to keep. Shoko had given you a knowing look while Suguru and Nanami relentlessly teased Satoru. He was dressed to the nines in a wonderfully fitted black suit that made him look better than the professionally made birthday cake. As other people started to arrive your anxiety started to spike, but it was comforting knowing Satoru wouldn’t step away from you for long if at all. He held onto your hand while sipping a martini. 

“You know how badly I want to rip that dress of yours off right?” Satoru whispers to you. You flush and glance at him. 

“Well, too bad because you have to wait until after the party.”

“Which will be when?”

“When you’ve had enough fun.”

“I’d be having more fun if you were naked.”

“Satoru!”

“I’m just saying.”

“You’re insufferable.” 

“What’s insufferable is that this party has gone on for far too long. I’m sending everyone home whether they like it or not.” 

He wasn’t lying when he said, everyone. Even his family waves their goodbyes to go back home. Once everyone had departed it was just you and Satoru staring at each other. 

“That was quick.” You whisper. He nods and closes the distance between you. 

“Please tell me I’ve been good enough to receive your gift.” You try to keep from smiling at the adorable way Satoru looks at you through his lashes. 

“The best. I need you to go wait in your room.” He’s gone in a flash and you chuckle lightly. Under your dress, you had put on a black lace set of lingerie. You hoped Satoru would appreciate what you had planned. You suck in a breath and grab what you needed from your bag in the guest room and make your way into his room. He’s sitting patiently on the bed and his eyes light up when he sees you. 

“There’s my beautiful girlfriend.” He shifts from the bed but you hold out a finger. He pauses in his attempts to get up and you release what you had hidden in your hands. A line of rope dangles from your fingertips and a black silk mask. 

“Are you ready to know what your surprise is?” Satoru nods adamantly and your gaze falls lustfully to the items in your hands. “Tonight, I’m going to make you whimper and beg for me to cum all over your cock as I ride you. The catch is you can’t see what I’m doing or-” You nod to the rope. “Touch me while I’m doing it. Up for the challenge big boy?” You look back to Satoru who is already taking off his dress jacket. 

“Have I ever told you how horny you make me all the fucking time?” He huffs while trying to yank his pants down. You chuckle and shake your head. “Well, you should know by now that every inch of me is yearning for that tight pussy of yours.” 

“If you’re a good boy I might let you taste it.” Satoru nearly shudders with excitement as he hears those words. He’d never somewhat let go of the control, but he was willing to do so for you. He was always willing to give you what you wanted. You seemed to have that effect on him. Making him try things he’d never experienced before. In all honesty, it excited him to release the control into your hands. 

“Should I start calling you ma’am?” Satoru teases. You walk over to where he’s sitting on the side of the bed and grab hold of his wrists. 

“I like the sound of that.” You confirmed, wrapping the rope firmly around one of his wrists and leaving a small tail that you could eventually tie around the bed frame. You move on to his other wrist, enjoying the view of his muscular stomach. “Maybe I should tie you up more often.” You ponder aloud. 

“Yeah, maybe you should.” Your eyes meet his and his bites back a grin. You smack his shoulder and nod toward the bed. 

“Lay back and put your arms above your head.” 

“Yes ma’am.” He smirks and scoots back into the position you told him to lay in. He slowly flexes his forearms as he moves them behind his head. “Is this to your liking ma’am?” You grab hold of your silver dress and make eye contact with Satoru. Your heart thumps loudly in your chest as you step out of the dress, revealing the lacey undergarments. You crawl onto the bed, straddling him as you do so. He watches you with hunger in his eyes, little does he know you were already hanging on by a thread. This was going to be a lot harder than you previously thought. You tie his wrists up to the bed and admire your handiwork. You slowly push your gaze toward Satoru’s eyes, which are blazing. You’re surprised they don’t burn you when you finally meet his gaze. 

“Are you doing okay?” You question, leaning forward a bit to get a closer look at his face. He sucks on his top lip and then shakes his head. 

“No, I’ll never forgive you if you put that thick piece of cloth over my eyes to stop me from seeing,” He pauses to take in a deep breath, his eyes flittering around your body like a drunken man. “This.” He hisses, finally meeting your gaze again. You flush at his words and try your best to hide it. 

“Well, we can’t always get our way Satoru.” You reach out to his face, caressing his plump bottom lip absentmindedly. He shuts his eyes and allows you to play with his facial features. His eyes suddenly shoot open. 

“You could always cover my eyes with your lacey little friend there.” He nods down to where you’re sitting. It finally clicks that he means your underwear. You want to deny him, tell him that it’s too unsanitary for you to put used underwear over his eyes, but the pounding in your throat and pussy tell you to do it anyway. 

“You’re so sneaky. You just want to be able to peek at what I’m going to do.” You poke at his cheek and then bring your touch away from him. “But I’ll allow it since I think it’d be more torturous to see what you can’t touch.” You smile innocently and Satoru’s face falls. You slide off his chest and slip off your panties. “Take it all in now Satoru, because this is the last thing I’m going to do that is kind in any shape or form.” After a beat, you move to wrap your underwear over his eyes. He lets out a shaky breath and from the movement of his head, you can tell he’s still able to at least make out your form. You grin to yourself, you could use this to your advantage. You trail your finger down his side and caress his thigh. He shifts away from your touch and you chuckle darkly. “Come now Satoru, don’t be shy.” You get on the bed once again, straddling his thigh. You enjoy the way his bare skin feels against yours, but you’re slightly annoyed that his boxers are still on. You’d get to that though. 

You push your bare pussy against his leg, seeking friction. Satoru hisses as you grind against his muscular thigh. You run your hands over your body, imagining it was Satoru’s giant palms groping your breasts or playing with your belly fat in that loving manner he does. You pant out a small moan as slick starts to form on his leg from your pussy. Your own thigh pushes against something and you notice Satoru twitch. You glance down and a smirk curls your lips up. Satoru is so hard that you can see the definite imprint of his cock in his boxers. You’d never seen his erection from the angle, but it was so slutty to witness his arousal and have it be at your will. You reach out a hand to fondle the length of him, peering up at him as you do so. He winces and bites down on his lip. 

“Holding back your moans is only going to prolong not being able to touch me.” You warn and he lets go of his lip. 

“This is torture yn.” He hisses, lifting his head to get a better look at you. 

“I don’t know, you seem to be enjoying yourself.” You move his boxers down enough for the head of his penis to poke out. The ethereal beauty his cock held was beyond you. You yank his boxers down his thigh until they can go no further thanks to your body being a stopper. 

“I’m only hard because you’re the sexiest woman alive.” Satoru whines. 

“Oh I’m sorry, did I say flattery will get you anywhere? If you don’t stop complaining I’m revoking your right to talk.” You glare at him and he shuts up instantly. For someone you thought would have an issue with releasing the reigns of command, he sure does listen well. You turn your attention back to his dick, reaching out to touch the swollen tip. “This must be so painful.” You mumble, fingering the skin around the rim. Satoru grunts loudly as you move down the shaft. You form a ring around his cock with your hands and make a mental note to get some toys for next time. That way it would have a better effect on Satoru. You were way more into this than you thought you’d be, but you didn’t mind it one bit. You start to pump Satoru with both of your hands and when you notice his face tightening you halt your motions. He hisses in response, muscles tightening and spasming. 

“Yn, please,” Satoru blubbers. You pump him a little quicker this time and again, when you notice his face start to twitch you stop. 

“I thought I was ma’am?” 

“Ma-ma’am please,” 

“Please what?”

“I want to fuck you so badly.” He whines. You hadn’t even gotten to the good part yet but you couldn’t deny that you wanted Satoru’s cock ramming into you. “I’ve been waiting all week, do you know how hard it is to keep my hands off when you’re always effortlessly sexy?” It wasn’t only rough for him, you’d considered going back on your word, but then what would that teach the children? 

“I’m a woman of my word and,” You blow on the tip of his cock, then give it a small kiss. “I said I’d make you beg for my cum on your cock.” Satoru bucks his hips against nothing. He obviously wanted the sweet release of cumming, but you weren’t going to give it to him. 

“I’ll beg for it ma’am, please, I want you to fuck me any way you want and cum all over my cock.” He’s panting harder now. You grin, playing with the muscles on his hips. 

“You’re so needy Satoru, I’m starting to think you like me taking control.” You had so many ideas. You’d edge him until he was shivering, then have him suck your pussy to prepare it for the final showdown of riding Satoru like some fucked up version of a show pony. 

“And I’m starting to think you need to learn how to tie a knot better.” Before you can register what’s happening, Satoru is sitting up with your shitty knots hanging loosely from his wrists. He rips off your underwear and tosses it to the side. Uh oh. He grabs hold of your ass and lifts you to straddle his groin. “When I blew out my candles do you want to know what I wished for?” He suddenly asks, flipping you both over so now he’s on top. Your mind feels numb from the shift in roles. “I wished that you’d realize that you’re enough for me.” He lines himself up at your entrance and your eyes nearly roll back in your head. He had no idea how much you really wanted this. His words were swirling around in your brain like alphabet soup. “You belong here yn. You’re not some out-of-place decoration to spice up the living room. You belong. With me.” He lowers a hand to your pussy and grins up at you when he realizes how wet you’ve become. You did belong here with him… your insecurities were stupid. You’d beat them up later, right now you had a sexy man about to fuck your brains out. “This time I’m not going to let you leave my bed until you see yourself the way I see you.” You shiver. 

“Oh no, I feel like I’m clashing with the bed sheets, you’d better start fucking me before it’s too late.” Satoru grins and places sweet kisses on your shoulders. 

“You’re right, the wall color just doesn’t match with you at all.” He slowly enters you and a small gasp escapes your lips. “Fuck, you’re so tight yn. Your pussy is eating me up.” He rasps, shutting his eyes to steady himself. He starts to thrust and the sensation you’d been longing for all week starts to twist your stomach into knots. 

“Right there Satoru. You’re doing so good.” You breathe. Satoru bites into your shoulder and you let out a yelp. “Fuck,” You clench around him and his thrusts become sloppy. You raise your hips as he continues to ram into you. He’d just begun but you were already so close. 

“I’m c-close.” He husks, kissing the spot he bit tenderly. 

“Me-me too.” You grip his shoulders, raking your nails across his skin. He growls and ruts into you. You quiver as you feel the coil in your stomach ache to be released. “Satoru!” You cry out as you buck against his cock. 

“G-good girl.” He then tenses before sputtering his load out into you. Wait…inside…Your eyes widen as you look up at Satoru who must’ve realized it at the same time. 

“You came inside.” You whisper, throat hoarse from screaming his name. 

“I came inside you.” He glances where the both of you are connected and then back up to your face. You didn’t instantly feel alarm bells, but you knew Satoru didn’t want to chance the aspect of children so it was best if you went to clean up right away. 

“I’ll go clean up.” You go to move but Satoru pushes you gently back into the bed. You furrow your brows at him. 

“I think…I think I want to fuck it deeper into you.” His eyes blaze with a primal hunger and it sends chills down your spine. 

“But what about,” You trail off when you realize he’s already moving his hips. 

“We’re going to need to have kids soon anyway.” He shrugs and picks up the pace. 

“S-satoru,” You moan and squeeze your eyes shut. 

“Are you okay with this yn?” You feel your heart flutter inside your chest. Why the hell was he thinking about having kids with you? And now? Was he drunk off pleasure? 

“I’ll let it slide this time since it’s your birthday.” 

Perfect Worship | Caleb x fem!MC

This blurb is told from Caleb's pov :) (unedited also I don't play the game but I get lots of info from my bestie and obviously...tiktok)

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, kissing, obsession, heavy petting, fingers in mouth, glove play (?), dirty talk, childhood best friends are going to FUCK?, pussy rubbing, fingering (slightly), talks of raw vaginal penetration, teasing, edging wc: 1.6k a/n: O///o I need a stiff drink after that... and by a stiff drink I mean *** from Caleb's stiff **** ... I would be ashamed but let's be honest... I'm too far gone at this point

You’re staring at me with that look in your eye. It’s one I can’t ignore. “How could you…” those whispered words brought me out of my thoughts. How could I? What exactly did you think I did? I want to scoff, throttle you for believing any nonsense spewed about me. Though… the way you clench your fists in remembrance of our childhood is very endearing. It sends a stinging wave of happiness through my empty chest. 

“Haa…always so naive pipsqueak.” I breathe out, bringing my gloved hand to my lips. I gauge your reaction, watching your skin bristle at my words. That’s it. “When are you going to grow up?” Break for me. Your eyes narrow into slits, glowing with beautiful anger. Anything you felt for me was glorious as long as it was something. Your hatred for me was going to bring me to my knees. What I don’t expect is your hand to make a loud thwack against my right cheek. The action pushes my head to the left, the breath whooshing from my lungs. My fingertips caress the stinging sensation of my cheek, my eyes wide. Okay, so maybe you were stronger than I remembered. So then why? I want to groan with the flooding arousal to my groin. Fuck. Then I get a glimpse of you raising your other hand, ready to strike. 

This time, I stop your assault, catching your wrist in my hand. For a moment we just stare at each other, too caught in the moment to continue. I decide to break the stare off, slipping my hand further down your arm, then yanking you into my own body. You fall onto your knees, in turn, straddling me. I leave the choice up to you. Submit or drive me to insanity. 

Your lips close around mine in a desperate attempt to convince me you still had control. I let go of your arm, spotting my handprint outlined in red against your skin. A primal need pulses through my body, driving me to move my hand to the nape of your neck. More, I had to have all of you. 

A whimper falls from your mouth as I slot my mouth against yours, slipping my tongue to lap at your lips. Let me in. You oblige, allowing my tongue to swirl against yours in a dance of passion and yearning, built up over years. Even when I could see you everyday, it was never enough. 

I slide my knees apart so that you sink further into my lap, the apex of your thighs flush against my stiff cock. You moan into my mouth, pressing yourself deeper into the kiss. “Please,” you mewl, lips swollen from my aggression. Ah, begging me are we? 

“You’re grown, use your words.” I want to hear it from your lips. Hear your voice beg me to fuck you. The pitch and timbre give into moans. Let me worship you. Your brows furrow, frustration building on your face. Resistance. Something I know how to deal with all too well. “Fine then,” I coo, tracing the line of your neck with my leather covered fingers. “Be that way.” My evol surges, forcing you further downward until it feels like I’m in you. Your eyes widen and your hands immediately grip my shoulders. I can see it on your face, you feel it too. “How about now? Feel like talkin’?” I tilt my head, watching a shudder course through you. I lean back against the cushioned sofa, taking in the sight before me. 

Your face is a deep red as your trembling arm tries to hide your beautiful face from me. Damn if I was fucking you right now I could see everything. I blow out a breath, meeting your heated gaze from over your arm. “Ca…Caleb.” 

Oh. Did you think you could say my name like that and not have to deal with the consequences? I grab your hips, sinking my fingertips into the meaty flesh. “C’mon pretty girl, tell me exactly what you desire.” I’m begging you now. I can’t handle it. I’m going to go fucking insane. 

You slowly drop your arm, blinking at me through those thick lashes. You grind your hips down, eliciting a growling hiss from behind my clenched teeth. “Ruin me.” Your voice is low, almost too low. I want to hear you say it again, but my body moves on its own. I shift my hips to create an unbearable friction between us. “Please Caleb, I’ve missed you so much,” You’re ramblings couldn’t be a finer melody to my ears. 

There’s a part of me that wants to fuck you right here on the sofa, splay my cum all over your face like I’m some horny teenager again. But you deserve better than having my cock slam into you until dawn erupts through the windows. My first time should be making love with you, but I’d grown too accustomed to the art of war. “On your knees darlin’.” I command, observing the way you slip off my lap – disappointed by the briskness of the air around my legs since your warmth had left. You sink to the floor, using my thigh as stability, defiantly maintaining eye contact with me. “So brave,” I reach for your cheek, running my thumb over your plump lower lip. “If you do a good job I might go easy on you.” I warn, tightening my grip to where your cheeks squish inward. Your brows knit together and I can tell you want to fight back. There’s nothing you can do on any inch of your body that I don’t already know about. 

Your mouth parts, allowing my gloved-hand to sink into your warm and wet mouth. I hum, fascinated by the way your tongue glides around my digits. You close your lips around the length of my fingers, mimicking a sucking motion until my cock grows harder. You release me, saliva connecting the tips of my fingers to your mouth. “Did I pass?” You inquire, brushing a strand of your hair behind those lovely ears. How down bad did I have to be to call your ears ‘lovely’? 

I shrug my shoulders, leaning back once more. “I’m unsure, I think you might need something a little bigger to test your capabilities.” It makes your eyes perk up and your mouth quirk into a grin. My legs surround you as sturdy pillars as you move between them. Your eyes watch me like a hawk as you undo my belt, pulling it off with tantalizing slowness. It’s tossed to the side, the zipper of my trousers next. My cock immediately feels less stifled, but there was a part of me that misses that overwhelming pressure. The surrounding air was too empty, I needed something. Lucky for me, you can read me like a book. 

You pull my boxers down exposing my erection, which you stare at for an insufferable amount of time. I’m at my breaking point and there’s nothing you can do to save me. Your wet mouth wraps around the length of my cock, pressing your tongue under the head. Okay, maybe I was wrong. I’m obsessed with the way you push my length further into your throat until tears stream down your face. You hum against my shaft, eliciting a low growl from me. Your eyes glow with lust, keeping me on the edge. This was your way of punishing me, reclaiming control. Usually I’d be more than eager to allow your little rebellion, but unfortunately I’ve run out of patience. I click my tongue, wrapping my hand around your hair, then pulling taunt. Your eyes shutter as I pull you off my cock. 

“Hmm,” I like how pliable you are in my hands. Your eyes dart around my face, searching for an explanation only found in my words. “Shall I show you what happens when you're insubordinate?” The slight movement of your head is all it takes for me to yank you to your feet, tossing you toward the sofa yet again. You place your hands on the back, sticking your ass toward me. “You get punished.” I use my teeth to pull off one of my gloves, using the other to loosen your pants. They fall around your ankles, exposing a simple pair of black panties. Doesn’t matter, they’re going to be staying on my floor for most of this visit. 

I use my ungloved hand to rub your clit through the fabric, growing high off the soft moans escaping your mouth. “I’ve barely touched you down here yet you’re already so wet.” I comment, leaning over your back to hold you steady. I kiss on your shoulder blades and down until I reach bare skin. “Who knew you were so filthy?” I mutter against your back, slipping my fingers into your folds until I tease the entrance to your warm sex. “You gonna cum for me?” I inquire, not really caring if you answer with words because your body will be doing most of the talking here in a moment. “Haa, I bet I could just fuck you raw right now right?” I muse, drawing my hand from your throbbing pussy and to the hem of your underwear. “You want me to shove my cock in you huh? You’re practically serving me your wet cunt.” I’m hungry and you were going to feed me. “Don’t tell me you were waiting to see me again just so you could jump my bones?” I laugh, running a hand through my hair as you hang your head. “Well I’d hate to disappoint you, so I’ll show you everything I learned while I was gone. Come on, let me make it up to you.”

NSFW I See All | Kyojuro x reader

A/n: just a lil something ♡

MDNI/stalking/smut/mentions of plastic surgery/a bit psychotic/crazy loves crazy

I did it all for you. Our marriage fell apart because I was too complacent. I pushed you away with my lack of attention and late nights at work.

I will never make that mistake again.

You look beautiful tonight, your eyes aren't as puffy as the night you handed me the divorce papers. I could tell you'd been crying and it made my heart ache to know I'd been the reason. Yet, here you are, dining with me at the small Cafe you'd been frequenting after our separation. Though, all you seem to mention is my name. How much you loved me and how little faith you have in this ever working out.

Given the way you don't meet my eyes fully you don't know. How could you? I spent most of my money to make sure you wouldn't know. All I can think about is how good my plastic surgeon is and how delicious you'll taste cumming on my tongue like before I'd let you down.

I'd become a hungry man, starved even. I prayed to only drink your ambrosia, feast upon the supple flesh of your body, and worship you for eternity. I required no sustenance unless given by you.

"Kyojuro was good to me," my name from your lips brings my attention back to the physical you. For the last 3 months I'd been consumed by fantasies that the real you was a shock to my system. I was being selfish thinking of what I wanted to do with you when you're in front of me, craving the attention I hadn't been giving you.

I reach out to caress your bare arm, the contact nearly making me grow erect. A gentle smile curves the corners of my mouth upwards. "I can be good to you too." The words were said in earnest, but what I truly meant was I can be better for you. There wouldn't be a moment of dissatisfaction for you. I would fuck you until you were peacefully asleep, food ready when you awoke in the morning.

A smile flutters across your lips, the ache growing in the pit of my stomach as you lean forward. "Even if I'm still in love with my ex husband?" The boiling sensation floods over until I'm dripping with anticipation.

My cock had been tortured enough by the realistic memory of your cunt taking it to the very base. The temptation to grab your hand and lead you back to my car was growing by the second. "Especially then." I huff out and you lean back with a far off grin.

"Would you like to come back to my house?" You muse, your eyes finally staring into my own. "Back to our house?" Her words sink in after a beat and my eyes widen as I slowly turn to meet her gaze. "Really Kyojuro? Did you think your own wife wouldn't recognize you? Or could it be how careless you are about your surroundings?"

"What?" A cloudy emotion curls around my stomach as I watch the woman I've been obsessing over ever since I lost her.

You fold your hands under your chin, a leizurly grin molding your lips. "I was there Kyojuro, every time you were watching me I was watching you twice as hard."

I can feel my cock harden at the thought. "I knew there was a reason I couldn't let you go." I laugh, ready to leave this place and fuck you hard into the mattress of our room. You smirk.

"No, Kyojuro, I was the one that didn't let you go."

Get some ACTION!

“Cut cut cut! Come on!” The director yells, throwing his hands up with a slightly redder face than usual. You stifle a laugh, holding the back of your hand to your lips. Once you’re sure the director has stormed off somewhere to rethink life choices you walk away from your cue mark and toward the bed on set. 

You flop down and gaze at the beams far above the walls of this room. In a way, the actors were just another piece to this set built by talented people. Sure we became the face of whatever the project was, but what about everyone else that had a part in the production? It only bothered you when you had time to think, which wasn’t very often. “You sure look deep in thought.” Your co-star is standing over you, blocking your view of the vast height of the stage. 

He smirks, tilting his head when you don’t respond. He drops to a squat waiting for you to flip onto your side like he knew you would. You groan and face him, surprised by how close his face is. “What do you want?” You mumble, feeling your cheeks flush and your heart beat wildly in your chest. 

A hum rolls around in the back of his throat as he appears to be thinking about your question truthfully. Why did this asshole have to bother you constantly? He didn’t care about what whispers floated around when he acted like this off-camera. “Mmmm, I don’t know. Perhaps we should run through episode 8 scene 24.” His smirk widens at the way you gasp and back up against the headboard. 

His laugh echoes around the stage, catching the attention of some set crew. “Y-you! Do you know how to shut up?” You huff in a quiet hiss. 

He crawls over you easily, pinning you to the firm mattress. “Could’ve asked you the same thing last night sweetheart.” 

Continue the fic with:

Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Nanami Kento, Ryomen Sukuna, Choso, Toji Fushiguro, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Giyuu Tomioka, Kokushibo, Doma, Kyojuro Rengoku, Akaza, Muza Kibutsuji, Obanai Iguro, Tengen Uzui, open to suggestions because I’m on summer brain

HEHHEHEHEHEH WHATS UP MY BBG? I hope you have had a good day/night! I have this idea in my head that I'm ITCHING to get out but you can feel free to ignore❤️

Can you do what would happen and what would Sanemi, Giyu, Tanjiro, and Obani do if reader got turned into a demon during a battle?

LIKE I SAID FEEL FREE TO IGNORE!! YOU DA GOAT BBG❤️

GEHEHE I'M DOING SO GREAT! 🫶🫶I HOPE YOU'RE DOING EVEN BETTER THOUGH 😡🥹 It was raining here all day and I was a worrisome parent and got soaked going to check on my kitties🥰🥰. (also why would I ignore such an angsty request MWAHAHA😈)

Includes: Sanemi Shinazugawa, Giyu Tomioka, Tanjiro Kamado, and Obanai Iguro CW: pretty much reader dies in all scenarios, but... yeah no my heart hurt writing these so there's no hope for any of us. Death, angst, sadness.

Sanemi Shinazugawa

The demon’s claws slice through you, tearing your skin apart. You fall to the ground, crumpled and bleeding

“San-Sanemi,” You choke out, the life draining from your beautiful eyes.

A vengeful scream erupts from his throat, burning his very vocal cords as he rushes the creature

Its head falls to the ground with a gruesome thump, Sanemi dropping to his knees next to your corpse. “YN...I’m so-”

Your eyes, they’re open and your pupils pull into slits. His next breath catches in his throat. “Sorry,” He breathes, his eyes stinging with hot tears

He picks up his nichirin blade, using it to help him into a standing position. Sanemi’s choked sobs echo through the forest valley. The glint of fresh sunlight reflecting off of his blade as he plunges the tip into your heart. The sun is cresting over the mountains in a new dawn.

Your garbled noises nearly drive him to the brink of whisking you off to a shadowy haven, but you wouldn’t want to live out your life being the very thing you fought so hard against. 

As the ashen belongings of your body blow past him he feels like he’s just stabbed himself through the heart.

“Sorry…so sorry.” He cries, but the sunlight dries his tears. 

Giyu Tomioka

He was by your side one second then cornered off by a second demon. He wants to remain close to you and protect you, but as he lands the final blow to the demon in front of him he catches the tail end of the demon lifting you by your throat. 

His blood runs cool, the demon’s features twisting in a cruel sneer as it makes you lick up the blood from his wounds. 

Too late, too late, too late

Just like with Sabito, Giyu was too late to save you. His head spins, running through possibilities to somehow not fuck up again

Tanjiro and Nezeko were a special case, who’s to say Giyu would break through to you? And when he didn’t? Would his heart finally go numb? The risk was too great.

The demon has dropped you and ran off, leaving you panting on the ground. You touch your throat, hacking up the blood it tried to feed you. A glimmer of hope sprouts in Giyu’s chest. Maybe you had saved yourself? You meet his gaze, tears rolling down your cheeks.

“Giyu,” you smile, the one he’d grown accustomed to seeing every morning when you greeted him. “Giyu, I need you to be strong,” you start, but he can’t hear you. He doesn’t want to.

“No, I’m not strong,” His voice is trembling. His body aches with the knowledge of what you’re about to request of him. He couldn’t do it. You meant too much to him and he was a selfish man. When everyone else ignores him you see through his suffering to the little boy underneath, scared of being seen for the fraud he was. 

There’s that smile again. “Giyu. You’re a Hashira, you’re more than strong – you’re kind. You know what you have to do. Please, before it’s too late.”

Giyu’s body feels limp as tears mix with his sweat. He was too weak to save Sabito, but he could still save you. He yells into the night, a pained scream that rustles the birds from their branches.

Your head thumps to the side, fanning into dust as he sinks to his knees, sobbing over your remains. Turns out – he wasn’t numb after all. 

Tanjiro Kamado

You’re bloody, a demon standing over you, it’s foul stench dripping round droplets onto your wound

“Let’s see if you have the heart to kill one of your own, slayer.”

Tanjiro had been through this before, with his younger sister Nezeko and things were turning out alright with her.

Would his bond be strong enough to snap you out of the demonic craze? You had acted like an older sibling to him, watching over his progress and always cheering him on. Often he thought the gods had blessed him with you so he would have someone to look after him when he had no one. 

“YN!” He screams, the demon slipping away into the night. “YN talk to me. If you can still talk that means there’s still time.” But the veins on your face bubble and contort your expression to one of hatred.

Tanjiro falls back on his hands, heart loudly echoing in his ear. “YN, please… it’s me…your little brother.” But it’s far too late to work on your once human heart. As you rise to your feet Tanjiro stumbles to his as well

His katana is shaking in his grip. You were a demon, but also his friend. He can’t see through his blurry vision. 

“Pathetic,” you spit, then before Tanjiro can will his heart to do what he knew he couldn’t, you spill into the shadows

His vow to cut the head from Muzan Kibutsuji’s body grew a thousandfold that night

Obanai Iguro

You had been on this mission for weeks now, fighting side by side. Obanai had grown fond of you.

That was until a demon stole you away, reminding him that fondness sprouted weaknesses. However, he tracks you down regardless.

The demon had set up in a cave, the dawn making this rescue mission easier, but as he steadily slides into the heart of the cave he finds you’ve been tied up, dried green blood on your lips

“Fuck,” Obanai hisses into the darkness, searching around for the creature that did this to you

“It’s gone Obanai…” You drawl, your voice raspy and strained. He winces at the state of you.

He rushes to untie you, hoping it’s not too late and the insect Hashira can work some miracle cure on you. If Obanai was fond of you he couldn’t even imagine how the corp members felt about you. 

It had been a while of your fighting off the urge to turn, there had to be hope for you. If only he could get you back to headquarters fast enough…

As if reading his mind you shake your head solemnly. “Please, let me see the sunrise one last time,” you croak, gaze drifting to the sunlight filtering in from the cave’s entrance. 

Obanai squeezes his eyes shut, the electric buzz of his heart making it hard to fulfill your request. He was stagnant, breath quickening as you pleaded with him.

He offers you his hand, willing his chest to return to steel. He leads you to the outside world and your grip tightens as you step into the sun. Obanai’s body aches with unrelenting sorrow. If only he’d kept a better eye on you.

Soon enough, a faint ‘thank you’ blows past him on the wind, and he rushes away from the spot, not willing to look at what he had so carelessly taken for granted. 

"Just Friends" Full Fic | Kyojuro Rengoku x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, 18+, smut, oral (fem receiving), fingering, kissing, heavy making out, biting, licking, nails, rough, creampie, breeding kink (discovery, love that for them), and masturbation with a toy (not specified)

Word Count: 6.5k

A/N: crouched over like a little gremlin writing this in my bed for the last 3 days. I hope it delivers what was wanted. I only finished it today thanks to K-pop and the aggressive words of my best friend. Thank you Enhypen and K <3

The apartment was usually buzzing with activity, the hardwood scuffed from countless couches pushed around on its surface. While others might think it dingy, you felt it added to the unit's story – besides if it weren’t for the scuffs you wouldn’t have gotten a killer discount. You’d kiss them every day if it meant saving you money. Though, if you were caught kissing the ground your roommates would never let you live it down. They’d probably nickname you splinter lips or something embarrassing like that. Speaking of your roommates, they’d left you alone with nothing to do. How dare they have other lives that don’t involve you. 

You sink further into the couch, a bored sigh whoshing out of you. Mitsuri had gone out drinking with her cooking class, and Uzui was…somewhere, you honestly didn’t know. Kyojuro had a late shift at the convenience store, but he’d be home soon. Friday nights had been the very opposite of most of your friends, never planning extravagant outings. You much preferred the safety of a good book that you could sob about in the comfort of your own home. It was a simple yet fulfilling life. Besides, would a club let you do all the things to be done in one’s home? Short answer, no. 

A brilliant idea sparks forth. You were bored and no one was home. You could always… “Hey YN, sorry I thought I’d be home later.” A voice calls from the entryway. You groan and flop back on the couch. Well, there goes that idea, and it was a good one. “What’ve you been up to?” Kyojuro tosses his jacket over one of the kitchen island stools as he walks toward the fridge. He’s unbuttoning his work clothes, distractedly looking over the schedule for tomorrow as he does so. You don’t mean to gawk, but it’s not like you hadn’t seen a little too much of Kyojuro being as you lived with him. 

The man had a body like those paintings of Jesus, sculpted and rock-hard. If you were a man, Kyojuro would have given you many boners. Friendly harassment of course. “I was just about to invite all my other horny friends over to have an orgy.” You mutter out, glancing away from his near-open shirt before he catches you practically fantasizing about licking the sweat off him. This fucker was too good looking and you were a simple man…with simple desires. 

Kyojuro’s gaze flips to you and that damn easy grin he always wore appears. He slips out of his shirt, hanging it over his jacket. “Mmm, well don’t stop on my account.” He teases, pulling his long blonde hair out of its updo. A little warm trickle of something akin to sexual frustration strokes its smothering claws through your system. 

What you would do to just spread open your legs and have Kyojuro eat you out this instant is borderline insane, but you would let anyone fucking touch you. It’d been too long since you’d been able to let the carnal desire take over. Kyojuro was one of your good friends, you highly doubt you’d be able to enjoy his…tongue…fuck. You swallow hard as your gaze flits endlessly around the room. Were you so horny that you would fuck your friend? Mmm, yeah probably. You smile through the pain of not having someone to cuddle with. “You’d like that wouldn’t you?” 

Kyojuro chuckles, stretching out his biceps and rolling his neck. “Oh. Seeing you get fucked senseless? For sure.” He shakes his head with a laugh but you nearly drop to your knees and beg him to let you take a picture of him shirtless for later. Christ, why does he have the body of a Greek God? His words send tendrils of hot want – need – through you. Making your pussy throb with hunger. 

Conversations with Kyojuro were always teetering on what if. You were so far in the bit that you didn’t know what was the truth anymore. He could tell you that he wanted to fuck you until easter and your response would be ‘Jesus isn’t gonna be the only thing that’s rising again’. Then you’d both laugh and continue with your day. Unless he was serious and you just agreed to be his fleshlight for 3 months…which doesn’t sound like such a bad idea… No! “I don’t know Kyo, you might be too tempted to join in.” You jab back, leaning forward on the couch, the loose tank dipping ever so slightly to tease a bit of your red bralette. You don’t miss the way his eyes dip to follow the swell of your tits. A satisfied smirk replaces your teasing grin. 

He spaces out for a beat before meeting your gaze. “Yeah…I,” His brows furrow, and adam’s apple bobs, before he turns around. “I have an early morning.” He quickly scoops up his clothes and salutes you as he walks toward the hallway of bedrooms. Your eyes narrow as you watch him. Nah, that was just what friends play around and say. You chuckle to yourself and head toward your room as well. No point in being awake if you can’t harass your friends. You pass by Mitsuri’s door, then you’re in front of home sweet home. Down just one door is Kyojuro’s room. Uzui shared a wall with the bathroom and closet, while you got two of the loudest people. Mitsuri with her music and Kyojuro… well sometimes you could hear him gaming, but there were moments when soft music was playing that you thought you could hear a little more. If you heard anyone fucking moan right now you were going to go mental. Full-blown chainsaw psycho killer, no one would be safe.  

Maybe you should’ve gone out with Uzui when he offered earlier this morning. He obviously could tell you were more pent up than a mother shopping for Christmas presents. Maybe a nice stranger would help this whole situation blow over. Then you wouldn’t be tempted to jump Kyojuro. Yeah, maybe you could message that one guy from your English class. 

You take out your phone and send him a quick text asking if he wants to hang out tomorrow. Hopefully, the vibes you were picking up on were correct and you could finally go back to being a normal human being with normal thoughts. Your phone buzzes and the words yeah, I’m free to do whatever appears on your screen. Whatever? Oh, this was going to work out perfectly. 

+    +    +

“I’m so happy you could make it.” Your words fall out with some excitement when Giyuu, the hot brooding guy from your English class walks through the front door. He observes all that he can before you take him by the hand to lead him to your room. “I figure we can game a little in here and…” You trail off, trying to sound suggestive and not too desperate. 

Giyuu raises his brows. “So you want to prolong us having sex?” He inquires, pulling you closer to him with the hand still holding his. Your brows shoot up. Damn, were you that transparent, or did he just assume that?

Either way, your plan was working out beautifully. “That depends,” You drag your finger down his chest. He was built, but nearly as much as Kyojuro. Was he home? You couldn’t remember. You hadn’t seen him all morning. “How good are you with your mouth?” Giyuu smirks and turns you around to where your back is pressed into the door. 

He licks up your jugular and plants small, sloppy kisses along your jawline. It was… something. “Does that answer your question?” He looks too pleased with himself so you don’t say anything. “You look so horny right now.” His hand is groping your breast and his other wraps around your waist. Did you? If there was a mirror across from you right now would you have lustful eyes? Glazed over from even just the thought of what was about to happen? No, you don’t think so. 

You really wanted to have some fun, but at what cost? Giyuu was hot, and kind, but just inexperienced. You could always teach him…but you weren’t ready to invest so much energy into a once-and-a-while fuck. You wanted to be fucked so hard that thinking would be impossible. 

You’re just about to say something to him when he’s back kissing you and moaning excessively. God, this guy needed some girl to teach him some things, but that girl was not you. “YN? I’m home, I brought hamburgers from that place you like so much!” Kyojuro calls from out in the kitchen. You squeak, but Giyuu either doesn’t hear Kyojuro (how?) or doesn’t care. Giyuu has managed to fumble your skirt up and play with the hem of your panties. Your pleas are muffled by his mouth still pressed against yours. His fingers slip inside your pussy and from the dull throb, you can tell there’s no moisture down there. Drier than unmoisturized lips in winter. He grunts and tries to move them around and a grumbled moan escapes your mouth as he – amazingly – swipes at your clit. “YN? Where are you?” Kyojuro asks and you can hear him walking down the hallway. 

This had to be the most dreadful event of your life. Being pressed into your bedroom door by a moaning telephone pole and one of your close friends about to hear the most ungodly whining. Giyuu releases your lips, finally, and sinks to his knees. He puts a finger to his lips and dips his head under your skirt. Your eyes nearly bulge out of your head. You grab onto Giyuu and try to pull him up. “No! Giyuu, absolutely not! My roommate is right there.” You hiss, shoving him to the side. You move away from him as quickly as you can. “I’m sorry but we cannot do this right now.” You grumble, pinching the bridge of your nose. 

Giyuu looks dumbfounded sitting on the ground where you had pushed him down. He blinks a couple of times before narrowing his eyes. “But you wanted me to fuck you.” It’s like he’s trying to put a God damn puzzle together. 

You groan and point to your door. “Yeah, when my fucking roommate wasn’t about to hear you moaning like a green pornstar!”  You fume, probably looking more exacerbated than you would’ve if you let him go through with it. Giyuu frowns. 

“Fine, then I’m leaving.” He states, gathering himself into a standing position. You nod in agreement, gesturing to the door. 

“Good, I’ll see you in class.” You sigh, flopping down on your bed. Giyuu gives you the oddest look but doesn’t say anything as he stomps out of your room. You hear Kyojuro mutter something to him and then the front door slam. A few seconds later Kyojuro is leaning against the frame of your door with his arms crossed over his chest. 

The silence is thick and for a moment you think he must want to confront you about Giyuu. There wasn’t necessarily a reason for him to confront you…so why did you feel so guilty? Shame was pumping through your stomach. “Want to watch a movie?” Kyojuro offers. You glance up to meet his blank stare. 

His gaze falls to assess the state of your clothing. Your skirt was still askew, your hair a mess, and your lips were swollen. He swallows slowly, trying to push down the thought of some guy having his hands on you. Kyojuro wasn’t jealous, no, he was simply… protective. Yes, that’s it. He was worried about you. Though… he couldn’t quite stop thinking about the small moan you let out. How someone like Giyuu managed to make a woman like you moan…he can’t fathom. Kyojuro would be able to have you only able to moan and shake in pleasure. He was so much better than that guy. “Sure. Just let me change into something more comfortable?” With a nod, Kyojuro slips back into the hall. A shakey breath leaves your body and you squeeze your eyes shut. You’d let your desire lead you too far. A distraction with someone you were comfortable with was sure to fix this heavy feeling. 

It doesn’t take long for you to pull on a pair of sweats and a soft tank top. You grab hold of your current book, heading toward the living room. Kyojuro blinks up to stare at you as you curl your legs under yourself on the couch. “You brought a book?” He gestures to the book with his head. 

A small smile lifts your lips. “Yeah, I thought I could catch up on some chapters after the movie.” You reply softly. Kyojuro chuckles and flips through some of his recommended movies. 

“If you’d rather read I don’t mind.” He mumbles while reading over a description. You shake your head. If anything you wanted to spend as much time with Kyojuro as you could. He had that warm presence that made you feel like less of a shit person. 

You set the book on the side table and turn back with a bigger smile for Kyojuro. “No, I really need a distraction right now and you’re doing a perfect job.” Kyojuro’s gaze flicks to you, his mouth twitching. 

“Distraction aye? Anything for the lady.” He smirks. 

The movie Kyojuro ends up choosing was at first glance, very cheerful and cute, but as the universe seemed to enjoy putting you in awkward situations – practically a porn scene started to play. Your eyes darted to see what his reaction would be, but it seemed he had none. His eyes were fixed on the screen, almost with rapt attention. 

What you didn’t see is that Kyojuro was white-knuckling the arm of the couch. He wouldn’t dare look at you for he feared the worst would happen. You already had a fucking weirdo try to pleasure you, what right would he have to make a move? Wait, did he want to make a move? What even was this? His initial goal was to get your mind off of your awful decision-making, but ever since you stepped out here with a book in your hand and baggy sweats on, he was done for. He wasn’t even sure how the movie got to this point, he was too preoccupied with observing you out of the corner of his eye. At times he wondered how you could be so breathtaking without even trying. He was so fucked. 

Thankfully, the scene ended and so did the movie. You almost instantly go for your book to avoid saying anything about how ‘enjoyable’ the movie was, but you don’t have time to grab it because Kyojuro leans over you, a soft smile dusting his features. Whenever the corners of his mouth quirk up in a casual smile it makes your stomach squirm with an uncomfortable feeling. “What are you thinking about?” He quizzes, reaching for something on the table next to you. You didn’t know what, you’d already forgotten what your name was. The warmth from his body seeps into your skin, his hot breath cascading down your arm as he speaks. You clear your throat and try to look at anything but the man next to you. 

It had been 4 nice years of friendship. It burst forth from an unfortunate crush on a mutual friend. Turns out that friend was too stupid to realize he was manipulating you and leading you on. Crazy how that works isn’t it? “How I’m going to have to fire the assassins that keep failing every morning.” You grumble out, pretending to be fascinated with the upholstery of the couch. Kyojuro hums in amusement, opening the book – which was apparently what he grabbed.

He sets the book in his lap, reading over the page you bookmarked. “They just need more training, I’ve gotten skilled at fighting them off.” He shoots you a deadly smirk and suddenly it becomes a lot harder to swallow. Your gaze lazily follows the curve of his bicep, noticing how thick they seem. Were they hard to the touch? You’d heard muscles were sometimes flabby though. It was difficult to suppress the urge to just reach out and feel his arm. “My God YN, you actually read this stuff?” Kyorjuro blurts, holding the page closer to his face as if that would help him believe he was reading it correctly. 

He pinches the spine of the book to close it with a shocked expression. You can’t help the bubble of laughter that escapes from your lips. Then – with horror – you realize he hadn’t bookmarked the page. “Kyojuro! The bookmark!” You practically jump over his lap to reach the flimsy piece of notebook paper you called a bookmark that was on the other side of his leg. You huff out a sigh when you finally have it in your hands, yanking the book from his hands to frantically find the scene you were reading. When the words start to look familiar you stick the paper in between the pages and set the book down. 

Leave it to the least observant person to almost make you lose your place. You’re about to move back to your spot when Kyojuro shifts underneath you. You turn to slowly look at his face, but you’re met with the side of his face. You note the tip of his ear is flushed red and his eyes are darting to look at anything but you – splayed out over his lap no less. “This is surprisingly comfortable.” You tease, rolling your hips forward a bit with a smirk. Something similar to a whimper comes from Kyojuro. 

“YN…” His voice strains with unrelenting thoughts coursing through his mind. How your ass looked right there over his lap. How heavenly your body felt on him, he especially liked the way your soft stomach felt like a cushion upon his thighs. It was crazy, you were driving him crazy. Finally, you sat up, but that was almost worse because now your face was closer to his. He could see your rosy cheeks, lustful eyes, and God – your fucking tight red tank top. He wanted it on the floor this instant, it would look better there anyway. He was fighting the urge to reach up and swipe away the hair that had come undone from the loose way you had it up. 

“Sorry.” You chuckle bashfully, fixing your necklace. He didn’t miss the way the pendant fell between your breasts. He wanted to follow the delicate gold chain until you were moaning his name.

“It’s no problem.” He mutters absentmindedly. He both wished he could melt into the couch and bend you over it to fuck you mindlessly. 

The way his mouth moves has always had this effect on you, but you were just friends. He felt so good under you, too good. “I’m gonna,” You glance down at the book in your hands. “Um, go finish this.” Then without another word, you scurry off to your room. You press your back into the very same door Giyuu had earlier. Only this time your heart was racing and your breath was erratic. What was happening? Did you…like Kyojuro? You always thought your conversations with him were on the verge of playful and downright sexual. You had similar jokes with Uzui and Mitsuri, but somehow this felt…different. Oh God, you did like him. You wanted to do unholy things to that man and then spoil him rotten with little gifts and quality time. 

Shit. Fuck! This was awful! Now you needed a distraction from the distraction. You spot your nightstand drawer and glance at the door behind you. Kyojuro was still in the living room, so he wouldn’t be able to hear you… distract yourself. 

You take a couple of steps forward and then rush to your bed, tossing the book haphazardly on your desk. You position yourself in the corner with a few pillows nestled around you. You bite your lip as you reach over and rummage around in your drawer until your fingers graze the glorious purple silicon you were looking for. You shimmy out of your sweats and panties, tossing them to the floor. You hiss in annoyance when you realize just how very wet you already are. “Mmm, fuck.” You moan as the round toy slips into your folds. It felt heavenly, but something was missing. “Haaa, oh my God, nngh.” You gasp out, the coils in your core tightening as the image of Kyojuro between your legs appears behind your lids. 

Kyojuro quietly listened on the other side of his wall, his mouth slightly ajar. He swallowed a lodge that had formed in his throat. He should put headphones on, or do something to stop listening to you, but he couldn’t. Your next moan cracks into a whimper and it takes all his might to not barge in there and throw whatever you were using to the side. He was so desperate to show you what real pleasure could be like. He imagines your eyes rolling in the back of your head as he rams his cock into your tight cunt. It would suck him in like it never wanted him to leave. You’d be fucked out by the time he was on his first round, then he’d cum inside of you. Fill you up and watch his cum trickle out of you. He’d make you his whore and have you begging for his cock every waking moment. 

He grunts, glancing down at his growing erection. You had driven him mad and you’d pay for it, of that he would make sure. Your moans grow erratic and he swears he can hear the wet slick of your pussy through the paper-thin walls. 

The pumping becomes sloppy as you writhe in pleasure. “Mmmh!” You bite down, trying to stifle the whining moans slipping out of your throat. “Feels s’good.” Your words come out slurred and after a bit of teasing the rope inside of you snaps and your eyes roll shut. Shit, what a mess you made. You groan into your pillow, annoyed that you had to clean up. 

Kyojuro rolls his lips into his mouth as he peers down. His hand is covered in sticky cum and his cock is still stiff with desire. Yes…what a mess you’d made indeed. 

+    +    +

You had the best night’s sleep in forever, waking up only when the sun was up. The shorts you’d thrown on last night had ridden up into your ass so you get out of bed to pull them down. There was also the sweet smell of pancakes that led you out into the kitchen where Kyojuro stands flipping some. You weren’t sure why, but he looked incredible doing so. He smiles when he notices you. “Morning YN,” His gaze lingers on the way the strap of your tank falls down your shoulder. You’re about to make a flirty remark when you spot your other two roommates observing you both from the breakfast nook. They both wear knowing smirks and whisper to each other. You roll your eyes and walk toward them. 

“Hey strangers, when did you guys get home?” You inquire, sitting down across from Mitsuri. She grins, playing with one of her braids. Uzui chuckles while leaning back in his chair. 

“Kanroji met this one guy and-” He’s shut up by Mitsuri throwing a pillow at him with flushed cheeks. 

“Shut up shut up shut up!” She squeals. “He,” She pouts and bashfully meets your gaze, her lime green eyes sparkling. “He was so cool.” She sighs dreamily, smitten already. 

Uzui gives her a blank stare and then his gaze flicks to you. Kyojuro sets down a plate in front of you, then the stack of pancakes near the middle of the table. Uzui follows Kyojuro’s movements with narrowed eyes. “And what have you two been up to?” He quirks a brow as Kyo sits himself down next to you. You both look up, meet each other’s gaze, then look away. 

You stuff your mouth with a bite of fluffy pancake. “Nothing much.” Kyojuro decides to respond. As the taste fills your tastebuds you can’t help the little moan that escapes your mouth. Kyojuro’s movements halt, his attention trained on you. The others didn’t hear, did they? With one glance to Mitsuri and Uzui he could tell they were in their own world. “YN?” Kyo leans over to whisper in your ear. You gulp down your next bite, your eyes shutting for a moment. “I need you to stop moaning over my cooking.” He hisses into your ear. 

Your heart dips in your chest. Was your enjoyment of his food having that much of an impact on him? You could have a little fun with this. You take another bite, humming in pleasure. Kyojuro’s eyes darken into deep amber swirls. “You having fun shoving that into your mouth?” He asks in a husky voice. You clench on nothing. The things his words alone were doing to you. He watches as your tongue darts out to lick up some of the syrup on your lips. “You’re being a brat.” He states.

You raise your brows and giggle quietly. “Yeah, that’s kind of the point.” Kyojuro nods in understanding. Without mention his hand grabs onto your thigh. His fingers play with the plush skin, molding it to his massive hand. “What are you doing?” Your voice is strained but Kyo just smirks, trailing his fingers higher up your thigh – grazing the point where your stomach overlapped. Dangerously close to the apex of your thighs and you knew at that moment, he was punishing you for pushing him so far. Even if this wasn’t real, just a friendly game, you were enjoying every second of it. 

“Guys!” Mitsuri suddenly exclaims. You expect Kyojuro to move his hand away quickly but his pinky delicately strokes your covered pussy. You swallow nervously. “We should totally have a game night.” She clasps her hands together and bounces excitedly. “We haven’t done one in such a long time,” She continues. 

Uzui sets his fork down and stands up with vigor. “What a great idea! We shall conquer the night with…Mario Party.” His magenta eyes narrow and he places a hand on his heart dramatically. “I shall be the victor again.” He states triumphantly. Mitsuri watches him in amazement, probably thinking, 'Wow, I wish I could declare myself like that! Uzui is so cool!’. She was so easy to read. 

Kyojuro on the other hand, was literally focused on his other hand. He was kneading the flesh of your thigh and it felt weirdly amazing. “Careful Uzui, Mitsuri has been practicing ever since last time.” He chuckles. Tonight was going to be… you bite on your lip as Kyo presses his thumb to your pussy… fun.

The day passed with you spending most of it hiding away in your room, finishing the book you said you would last night. Mitsuri and Uzui went out shopping for snacks and drinks while Kyojuro had some errands to run. You had to reread the same page over and over again, your head spinning with thoughts of this morning. Was this really happening? Kyojuro and you? Did he like you? Did you like him? 

You groan and shut your book. They should be home soon, it was getting late and you were lonely. “Sweetie we’re home!” Uzui yells as you hear the front door swing open. You roll your eyes at the timing. Walking out to the kitchen you find Mitsuri and Uzui excitedly emptying their shopping bags. Jack Daniels, Titos, Tequila Rose, and Mike’s Hard Lemonade. There are some stray soda bottles and a random bag of pretzels. 

You slowly meet their pleased expressions. “What are we going to eat?” You inquire, your brows furrowing. Mitsuri waves your concern away with a giggle. 

“Don’t worry, we called Kyojuro to handle the food.” She exclaims. You hum in approval, noticing that Uzui has already made his way over to the Nintendo, preparing Mario Party for tonight. Mitsuri pours three glasses and sets them down on the coffee table before flopping down in the recliner. 

You watch as Uzui and Mitsuri drink and play a few rounds. Then Mitsuri insists they should go to the convenience store and you wait for Kyojuro to show up with the food. Not even a few minutes after they leave the one you were waiting for walks through the door. He sees you alone and tilts his head. “Left alone again?” He questions, setting down a few bags on the counter. 

You shake your head. “Nope, I have you now.” You reply, a hint of playfulness in your voice. His lips form into a slow smirk as he starts walking over to where you’re sitting on the couch. He squats down, letting his eyes lazily look over the comfortable clothes you have on. 

“Mmm, indeed you do.” He mumbles. Your heart is thrumming uncontrollably in your chest. You’re almost afraid he might be able to hear it. 

“You uh,” His eyes instantly meet yours when he hears your voice. It makes it harder to talk when he’s looking at you so intensely. You break eye contact, gaze falling to your lap. 

“No, YN, if you’re going to do this, you’re going to look into my eyes.” Kyojuro’s hand is under your chin, commanding you to see him. 

“Do you like me?” You blurt. That’s not exactly what you intended to say but the words came out anyway. Kyojuro chuckles, his usually bright eyes darkening as he peered at you. 

He wets his lips, sliding the hand that was under your chin up your cheek. Your breath hitches and that only drives him forward more. Before you know it his mouth is hot next to your ear. “Why do you want to know?” He asks in a hushed tone. You feel hot, so very hot. “Mmm, don’t worry, you don’t have to say anything, I already know. Your body is practically begging for it.” He uses his hand on your face to expose your neck, every movement antagonizing slow. The tip of his nose drags down your jugular and he stops just above your collarbone. His lips move along the sensitive skin, sucking and taking in the splendor of being this close to you. “To answer your question,” He starts, biting down on the junction of your neck and shoulder. A breath moan escapes your throat. He hums in satisfaction, moving back to your neck with kisses and tantalizing licks. “No, I don’t like you.” Then, he’s next to your ear, breathing heavier than before. “I crave you. Desire you. I cannot think when our eyes meet. You make me dangerous YN. Every second I am not with you I’m a depraved man. Hungry. Starving.” Kyojuro’s face is in front of yours, his eyes burning into yours. 

This time you don’t look away. 

You grab his cheeks closing the distance between your lips. The kiss is gentle at first, surprise and exploration guiding both of you before Kyojuro positions himself in between your legs, pushing you into the back of the couch. His breath is labored as he moves his mouth along your skin, planting kisses everywhere he can reach. He’s desperate, groaning into your neck. “Bedroom. Now. Or I’m going to eat you out on this couch until our roommates get home.” He growls and without a second thought your legs are wrapped around Kyojuro’s waist. You’re not sure how he’s watching where he’s going and making out with you. All you know is that soon your back is pressed into the back of his door. This time it’s hot and you intend to use the door for stability because this man is surely going to make your knees weak. 

Kyojuro’s fingers are digging deliciously into the back of your thighs and his tongue is licking the spot he bit you earlier. It was all a bit overwhelming, the sensations, the emotions rolling around in your stomach, and the downright arousal dripping from your cunt. “God you’re so perfect.” He grunts into your shoulder, running his teeth along the curve and shape of it. 

Your hands are buried in his hair, pulling him back up to your lips with needy fervor. You can scarcely breathe, but when you catch your breath for a moment it’s his name you moan out. “Kyo,” Between kisses, bites, tastes of bliss, and the teasing roll of his hips into the apex of your thighs you would whisper his name. He was all that mattered. The anchor to Earth and the center of your very being. His response would always be a soft, ‘I’m here,’ ‘good girl,’ or ‘fuck,’. 

“Are you sure?” He gently connects your foreheads. A pleased smile morphs your swollen lips. “I don’t want you to regret this…us.” He adds. 

You peck his lips, then decide to kiss him for a beat longer. “Kyojuro, I think we’ve established over the last few days that we are not just friends. I want you, all of you.” You reply gently. It’s like something in him snaps even more because the next thing you know you both are on his mattress. 

“You drive me fucking crazy.” He hisses, shifting himself between your legs. His warm fingers hook onto the hem of your shorts, pulling them down and tossing them to the side with abandonment. He stares down at your red panties, getting lost in the way they formed your pussy perfectly and your body. “Take your shirt off.” He suddenly demands. 

You choke out a laugh at the outburst. “You take your shirt off.” You playfully snap. He cocks his head to the side and pulls the black tee he had on over his head with one swift motion. You gulp down your words and grab the hem of your own shirt with both hands, yanking it off with a lot less grace. You hadn’t been wearing a bra because of being home all day so when your tits meet the cold air Kyojuro smirks. 

“Hmm, you listen so well when you’re put in your place.” He coos, rolling his lips around in his mouth. “Now, for your reward, I’m going to eat this perfect cunt. Feel free to let me listen to those pretty little moans of yours, or,” He grins, laying down on his stomach. “Wrap these fucking thighs so tight around my head that I can’t hear anything. Okay, princess?” The air is heady as you watch him pull your underwear off. He halts for a beat, but presses your legs open for him and slides one of his hands down to open up your folds. You hiss out a breath as he grazes his teeth along your thigh. 

His fingers slide into your entrances without any trouble. “So wet for me already baby, you want this so bad.” Kyojuro chuckles from his position. A breathy moan leaves your throat. 

He pumps two fingers inside of you, playing with your walls. “F-fuck, right there, nnngh.” He hooks his fingers then his mouth is sucking on your clit. You almost scream, the pleasure shooting thick bands through your body. Your muscles tighten and so do your legs around his head. He hums in pleasure, the vibration sending shockwaves through you. “S-so good, oh my God, so good.” You can’t think. Words are just spilling out at this point. 

Your legs start to shake as his tongue plunges deeper into your pussy, swirling around your sensitive clit. “Ah angh,” Your walls clench and pulsate around his fingers. “I’m fuck, I’m close,” Kyojuro pushes on your leg so he can move his tongue away and you almost whimper at the absence of it. 

He starts to quicken his fingering, watching with a pleased expression as you writhe and clench. “That’s it baby, cum on my fingers.” He coaxes and with one more hard hook of his fingers you fall apart, convulsing with whimpers and whines. As you cum Kyojuro moves his mouth back to your pussy, lapping up your arousal. “You’re so sweet, fuck.” He hisses. 

Your heart is racing, breath coming out in pants, you can barely feel your legs. “Kyojuro,” You huff.

He shits onto his knees with a lopsided grin. “Yes?” 

“I need you inside of me,” Kyojuro blinks at you, then with a knowing smile works himself out of his pants. 

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll take good care of you.” He grunts, but you zero in on the very size of him. For a guy you’d known for 4 years, you would figure you’d be able to guesstimate how large his cock would be. Nope, he was so much larger than you expected. He lines himself up at your entrance and with a slow push, he’s stretching you out. You groan and latch onto his shoulders, digging your nails into his muscles. He shuts his eyes, a grunt rumbling from his chest. “Shit, you’re sucking me in. Look at you taking me so well.” He husks, rolling his hips into yours. It felt so good, the way you tightened around him whenever he moved like you didn’t want him to pull out. 

Kyojuro starts to thrust, gentle at first but with time he picks up pace, ramming into you like he knew you liked. “You like that huh? Do you like me fucking you speechless? Ain’t got such a smart mouth on you now aye?” He spats, you can only whine in response. “Mmm, such a good girl for me. So perfect for my cock, fuck.” His movements become sloppy as he fucks into you. You gasp and tighten around him, another wave of pleasure crashing into you. That’s all it takes for Kyojuro to break, a cracking string of moans falling from his mouth as he cums inside of you. He collapses next to you, chest heaving. 

“Do you think Mitsuri and Uzui came home during that?” You ask, voice hoarse from the previous activities. Kyojuro rolls his eyes and turns on his side to look at you. 

You turn on your side too, feeling sweaty and sticky, but not caring much. You could feel his cum inside of you and honestly, it was a nice full feeling. You might’ve been a little too into the fact he came inside of you. Kyojuro wraps his arms around you and kisses your forehead. “I’m not sure, but I can go get you a towel if you want?” He replies, peering at you with a concerned expression. “I kind of made…a mess down there.” He mutters. 

You giggle and shake your head. “Don’t friends clean up each other’s messes?” You joke. Kyojuro scoffs and rolls his eyes. 

He smacks your ass and pulls you closer to him. “Yeah, but I kind of think we’re past the whole just friends thing.” 

As you look into his eyes and feel the swell of happiness in your chest you realize he couldn’t be more right. You were never Just Friends.

Requests Now ❁OPEN❁

Rules

Asks/requests

Please feel free to request your deepest desires! Find the rules and link to my inbox above! Welcome to my blog I hope you enjoy it!!

I really love getting requests! It helps break my writer's block and genuinely helps out a bunch to motivate me <3 I'd love to fulfill your request to the best of my ability!

~Drae❁