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Synopsis. Whatâs destroyed on Destroy D!ck December? Him.
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, MARATHONS, heavy overstĂm, creampĂes, BRĂEDING, cĂșmplay, pĂșssydrunk men, ĂnnaproprĂate use of jujutsu, powers going haywire, matĂng press, making them cry, bondagĂ© (Nanami), GOJOâS POWERS, mĂĄnhandling, true form Sukuna, dp, Sukunaâs mouths, p talking, pet names, swĂ©aring.
Word count. 6.1k
A/N. Hope you all have a lovely December <3
⥠TOJI FUSHIGURO - 23rd Dec. 5:46AM
Itâs around this time that Toji Fushiguro loses count - loses his damn mind.Â
Gasping- heaving back every tiny whimper when his ruby red tip plants sopping wet smacks right down your tender folds. Gushing out generous helpings of pearly white that slip and slide all the way down.
And it hasnât been once. Oh, it hasnât even been twice.Â
Dozens upon dozens of times - for hours now - Toji was collapsing his big, beefy limbs down into yours in the messiest mating press. With a dragged-out groan, heâs smearing his thumb down the edges of your treacling slit, popping it into his mouth eagerly.Â
âHeh- jusâ look at her all overflowinâ fâme.â Tojiâs rasping - voice so shot he could barely even breathe. And you wonder if he even realizes heâs babbling this way. âSâthat oh- sâthat twenty-three, yet?âÂ
It better not be.
Toji refuses to let it be.Â
âC-can feel it coming again-â heâs choking out a ragged whine. How embarrassing. Thick fingers curling around your throat to squeeze, â-can hah- can I- inside againâŠplease, doll.â
Itâs as if on some slutty autopilot that you let his massive, calloused palms glide down your thighs and push. The way his bulging biceps flex with strain makes your mouth water - all bulging and covered in a thin sheen of sweat that smears against yours.Â
He was out of control. Out of his sanity.
And just one peak down at the creamy ring your cunt was coating around his hefty hilt was enough for Toji to throw his head back with a moan of your name.
Destroyed.Â
With a fatigued shiver, heâs spearheading his fat head into you until you see white, dragging a drippingly wet swipe of steaming hot precum all over your cushiony sweet spots..Â
Whispering, âShit- what ya do to me- s-squeeze me- squeeze me with that pretty pussy jusâ once.â Racking out a bout of violent shivers down the entirety of his hulking body when your sloppy walls give his girth a tight little clench.Â
And thatâs all it takes for Toji to cum.
All it takes for his sensitive cock to bawl out in stringy wads of seed that splatter right into the bottom of your pussy, pumping you full. Toji falls tiredly onto his elbows with a sudden hiss at the stinging thwack! of his twitchy balls sticking to your skin.Â
âO-oh yeah- thatâs twenty-two- milk me- milk me, doll.â And it feels so good that itâs almost painful, stars bursting over and over behind his teary lids when his own seed sloshes a white gloss down every delicate ridge and vein of his. âHeheh- takinâ m-me so well-Â jusâ one more right? Weâre almost there-â
But heâs already lost count.
And Toji doesnât care - he doesnât even give a shit.
The way your puffy pussy lips were sucking up his cock was like a sheer miracle after the long, treacherous task of November. Tch- who even came up with such a thing as no nutting? Though, he couldnât lie and say that he didnât like the idea of DecemberâŠ
Yeah, he was going to fill his girlâs needy lilâ pussy with his cum again and again until he reaches his mark of twenty-three even if it kills him. And he could die a happy death right between these jittery legs of yours.Â
You whine, grappling towards the thudding headboard that was now indenting your poor wall. You didnât know how the hell he was still going. âB-but are you sure you can, baby? Donât know if itâll f-fit-â
âOh- donât speak so f-filthy ta me with that sweet mouth, ma.âÂ
âBut Tojiââ
Toji juts his scarred lips out in what you swear was almost a pout. Heâs squeezing your delicate neck warningly, other hand pushing down on your tummy to make your sloppy entrance gush out in milky white dredges. Strangling out, âSee? A-all you hafta ta do is shut up and take my fuckinâ cock- take my cum.â And heâs so lazy, all dripping with sweat and sheer sex when Toji slides his cheek down your own like an animal. âMy pretty girl can ngh- d-do that fâme, right?â
It was so rare that you get to see the great Toji Fushiguro like this.Â
So drunk on the power and the way he was kissing up French peck after peck against your g-spot that it makes you smile. âO-only if you hngh- beg.â
âDollâŠâ
âBeg.â
Truly, you imagined that Toji would roll his greedy green eyes- shit, were those tears in them? at you and simply snicker.Â
What you didnât expect was for him to grunt, before dragging you with the vice-like grip on your neck to meet his smacking sharp hips. Down, down, down-Â
âTch.â heâs grumbling, condensed breath feverish on your face. Sharp jaw clenching almost painfully - but not as painfully as the way his thick cock was swollen so rock-hard. Needy. Desperate. âMâbegging you, ma- please l-let me cum- inside this cute cunt.â
You can only nod - nod and nod when his weepy tip plants pound after pound on your thoroughly bruised cervix.Â
âAtta girl.â
And with a slight swat! from the rounded edges of his fat digits down onto your pulsing clit - you donât know whoâs cumming first.Â
So hot and blissful. Itâs like you were floating in heaven when Toji wrangles your body down flat onto the sheets and cums. Cumming and cumming yet- his utterly dazed eyes snap open, nothing was coming out.
âShit-â Toji guides his free hand to wrap around his fat reddened base. Pumping up and down up and down up and- he half blacks out. âFuckâŠc-completely ruined me, ma.â And the only thing that Toji can let loose is a few thick beads of his seed that dot your precious sweet spots.Â
But he wasnât having that.
In an instant, youâre being jostled with every ounce of strength in his large body. Straddling Tojiâs slender hips, youâre collapsing to rub down his washboard abs. And he only grins, he only lolls his head drunkenly into the plush pillows.Â
Overstimulated cock twitching ferally against your elastic walls as he still keeps cumming dry, he didnât know if he could make itâŠâThat- ngh- doesnât count. So why dontcha ride me to t-twenty-three, doll?â
⥠NANAMI KENTO - 16th Dec. 7:30PM
âDonât run.â Nanami keens brokenly at the back of his throat. More. He needs more. âPlease d-donât run donât run, my love-âÂ
And if it wasnât for that velvety yellow tie binding his strong arms behind his back, they would be wrapping around your arched body so tight until you were sure your husband never wanted to let go. Itâs all that Nanami can do to jump his thighs up higher to glissade your pretty pussy down his girthy shaft.
Youâre whining out a little, âC-canât help it, Kento- youâre jusâ filling me up so much-â
God, the ever-sensible Nanami Kento was so ruined by now.Â
So utterly pussydrunk that even the mere sound of your honeyed tone complimenting him is enough to have him rutting his flushed cockhead to nudge deeper and deeper into your gooey walls. You were riding him so languidly, spreading open your insides on just the curve.Â
More more more more-
âD-donât say thatââ he all but cries in a deep whine over the syrupy squelch after smooching squelch. Sweat-slicked face pushing into the tender crook of your neck, â-I m-might cum from jusâ that, darling. Sâwasted- n-need to fuck a baby into ya, remember?â
With a drunkenly smug daze smeared across your face, youâre cushioning your hands all over his heaving chest. Muscled. Rugged. Peaking your trembly fingers across his bulging pecs, âThat would be the ngh- sixteenth time, right, Ken? And in your office, too- so dirty~â
It was so fun to tease your dear Nanami.
To watch his drooping glasses fog up with heady condensation, to watch his high cheekbones blush into something innocently rosy. Stern mouth slack with awe when you glide the fat of your thumb across its corner to swipe away his translucent trail of overstimulated drool.Â
Sensitive. Shit, so sensitive.
And youâre hearing miniscule rips! when he pulls against the tie - the only thing keeping Nanami from tattering it into a million pieces was your wish to tie your handsome husband up.
âB-but how could I not?â he hisses, genuinely floored. You feel yourself be bounced through the sheer strength in his toned core. Atoms stand on end with jujutsu - his technique. Your g-spot is battered. Up and down up and down up and- âY-youâre just so perfect nâ pretty ngh- a-and oh I canât stay away from this pretty cuntââ
Nanamiâs head lolls pussydrunkenly with every squelching shove into your tight channel. Heâs opening up every sweet nook and cranny inside you, mashing into that magical spot.Â
âMy pretty girl- gonna make such a pretty momma. Y-you just feel so oh-â Words are failing him. And with a shuddering gulp he dares look down at the way your cunt was drenching him in milky wave after wave of cum. Breeding you. Breathing out, â-this might jusâ be heaven.â
And heaven it was.
âAw, youâre so ngh- sweet, Kenâ sâthis from how long ya had to wait in November?â Heâs so pretty. Your fingers caress over the big, fat tears welling their way up in his half-lidded eyes. Planting a salty peck against his wobbly lips, âLove youââ
âI love you, too-â Nanami breathes - he whimpers. âLove you love you love you- ngh- mânever participating in that goddamn No Nut November again. S-sixteenâs not ânough- sânever gonna e-enough-â
And Nanami didnât even know if he could make it to sixteen.
Because his hefty balls were jostling against your ass so harshly, every press of your ass down his tight, cum-filled sack making him spurt out a few wispy sputters of cum. Sloshing your cozy insides- But it didnât count - no, it didnât count unless he had you overspilling.Â
âO-overspilling?â you giggle- shit, did he say that out loud? âKen- are you ser-â
SLAM!
Desperation bleeds into his movement. Into his breaths. Into every single stroke of his sloppy cock when Nanami wrenches his hands free from the restraint in a split-second.Â
A single split-second is all it takes for him to bully your pliant body down on his desk in one, fluid motion.
In control now.
Well, as in control as he could be when he was fucking losing it.
The desk rattles with every pound heâs gifting your poor, battered g-spot. Over and over- shit, it was so scarily accurate that it left you reeling about whether Nanami was using his ratio technique - did he even realize.Â
Slam!Â
Nanamiâs arm shudders down onto the rustling papers that he definitely shouldâve been working on instead. And you bolt at the sudden cinch of atoms - yeah, definitely his technique. âMâserious- ngh oh- Iâve never been more serious in mâlife, my love-â Hunching over now, you could admire the way his back muscles popped and flexed with every rough jackhammer.Â
âSo pretty and-â Words choking into tiny moans at the back of his throat, â-and mine.â
As soon as Nanamiâs thick digits pop into his mouth, you feel his overwhelmed cock strike up a few electric jolts before cumming. Hot shaft swelling and throbbing with his pumping pulse, fucking your snug cunt full of syrupy oozes of cum. Your poor sweet spots - over and over, powers out of control.Â
And so was Nanami.
Eyeing the creamy globs spittling down the side of your slit, heâs smearing open your swollen pussy folds with a few thick fingers, making you flinch at the cool touch of his wedding ring. Greedily scooping them up into his mouth to spit. Right onto your very tastebuds, before dragging you into a filthy, filthy mess of a kiss.Â
âNgh- gonna marry ya- have all round and glowing.â heâs panting against your open mouth. âGonna- sh-shit gonna make you my wife-â
Youâre letting off a few sweet moans every time heâs clashing wetly against your-spot. âI am your wife, Kento-â
Five words.Â
Only five words does it take for Nanami to halt in his tracks. For him to strain out a crazed, âE-even betterâŠâ
⥠GETO SUGURU - 11th Dec. 2:28AM
âWhat was that?â
âSuguru-â
Heâs shutting you up promptly with a swift smack! right onto the edge of your plump clit, fingers lingering to smear over those excess dredges of cum from just before.Â
They have you weakening on all fours.Â
They have you making such a fucking mess.Â
And you hear Geto shudder in a shrill breath at the sight of your drooling cunt dripping all down his wrist, you hear him clear his rasping throat of a few traitorous whimpers. Oh, it takes everything in him to pretend he wasnât as fucking ruined as he was. âLetting it drip a-all out of your slutty pussy, d-didnât I tell ya to ngh- take all eleven, gorgeous?âÂ
Itâs a trick question..Â
And Geto isnât waiting for an answer, Geto can barely even hear you through the thundering of his own furious pulse in his ears. Ringing and making him so dizzy-Â
With one hand kneading down on the arch of your back, his hips pummel into you thoroughly, shoving your squirming hips back down onto the silken sheets. Rotund, pinkish head feeding into all your sweetest spots without even trying.
âMhmmmââ heâs letting his head loll back to swipe a few greedy digits over the creamy ring at his hilt - plugging them easily back into your overly stuffed pussy. Slender and swirling all around the outer edges of his fat cock. With the other he pretends to count, â-nine, ten eleven- sure did. S-so that ah- eleventh one didnât count, riiiight?â
And you just about only have the strength to gasp, âD-doesnât count?â
âNuh uh, doesnât count.â
Thwacking a stinging smack! right onto the jiggling flesh of your ass, Geto only pushes and pushes and reels out peak after peak of white-hot pleasure with every pound. Grinning when your slack-jawed lips gasp in lewd awe to mewl, âTh-then- ah! I w-want it all in this time. No teasing, Suguââ
Shit.
Shit, shit, shit - he really underestimated how much a lilâ minx his girl was.
Because that makes Geto let out a heavy gasp, it makes his dewey deep eyes pop out almost dramatically. Sweeping one hand through his long, curtaining bangs to get a better scope of your jittery body. All splayed out and so prettily fucked underneath him.
Beautiful. So, so beautiful and- oh, he was more drunk on your pussy than he thought.Â
âOh, p-pretty girlââ His lips smear up your sweat-glistening spine in a trail of kisses. Up, up, up to press a saccharine sweet peck onto your cheek. âHeh, how could I not?â
And you swear Getoâs melodic voice cracked into something desperate at the end -almost as if it wasâŠa whine.
But you donât get to confirm, not before with a rippling thud! youâre feeling something heavy rest itself on your head. Whirling your bleary eyes as much as you could to take in what was Getoâs foot - so rudely positioned upon your body to shovel himself even deeper into your plushy cunt.
It felt too damn good.
And, fuck, Geto was angry at himself for the way he was letting big, overstimulated tears well up in his eyes with every pretty peck into your sopping wet cervix. Fucking you like an animal. With every wet swipe right at the bottom of your cunt-Â
âS-Sugu-â youâre babbling out, heart stuttering at the feeling of something wet drizzling down heatedly onto your shoulder. âAre you cry-â
âNo.â
Yes.
Because Geto was so sensitive. So stimulated. Every sodden crash into your tight pussy had stars bursting behind Getoâs eyes, throat ragged raw with a sudden keen. âM-mânot cryinâ sâjust- fuuuck- yer a real troublemaker, arenât ya?âÂ
It takes a few sloppy seconds before you realize with a jolt that Geto isnât talking to you - no, he had his flaming eyes downturned to look at your bulging cunt. To salivate over the way your puffy folds were greedily drenching all his staggering inches.Â
And heâs talking to her, nodding all to every honeyed squelch! that makes your ears burn.
âRight rightââ Geto cups one of you jiggling tits with his massive palms. Kneading. Squeezing. â-sh-she is gorgeous-â Pressing a too-sweet smooch by your sweat-dampened forehead, â-my gorgeous girlâŠhehh- you knew what would oh- h-happen when you told me about this challenge, right?â
âKnow what, Suguru?â youâre batting your lashes up at him in a way that makes him grit through a shudder. Evil, evil tricks you had.Â
But whatever you could do - Geto Suguru could, too, ten times worse.Â
Which is why heâs slamming into you so fast that youâre finding yourself almost thrown into the jittering headboard. Bolting fast. Hard.Â
Curling a few fingers around your neck to bounce you back into his sharp hipbones, âWhere do you think youâre r-running away? Donât run awayââ
You werenât.Â
But Geto sounded so genuinely upset, so genuinely in disbelief. His cheeks hollowing when he sucks in a sudden breath and rummages at your melty insides so good. Planting tiny pinches to your clit like it was going to make you forget the pearly, splattering tears into your shoulder. Yet, with the way that Geto was fucking you positively stupid then you think you just might.Â
Getoâs curling his deft fingers inside to sneak across your sweetened spots, around and around before swiping the remnant dredges of cum across his pre-glossed lips.Â
âK-kiss me, gorgeous.â He tastes like honey. Hot. Voice practically a roughened growl at this point. âG-gonna take it all, arenât ya? Gonna fill this pretty p-pussy up with my cum- ngh- gonna have it s-so everyone knows what I did- ah- so they know-â
And no matter how composed Geto pretended to be - you could hear the tiny whimpers curling at the back of his throat, the grumbling ah! ah! ah! at every thrust.Â
Heâs babbling, drunken and you donât even think he remembers a thing about the challenge anymore. âMâgonna get ya pregnant, dollâŠâ
⥠CHOSO KAMO - 8th Dec. 6:45PM
âB-baby-â Chosoâs voice is so warm - so broken. Sobbing. Heâs gifting your ankle with an innocent peck, âBaby let me s-see your pretty face- p-please look my wayââ
âMâalready hereâŠâ With a slightly syrupy giggle you press a gentle kiss against Chosoâs sweat-streaked forehead. âLet it out- let it alll out, Cho-â
That forgotten movie plays over and over in the background when with a flinching shudder, Choso cums. Wrangling your limp body to him so tight that youâre feeling every tiny flex of his washboard abs, every sweaty glissade of his muscular thighs kneeing apart yours.Â
âO-ohââ Choso hisses out the tiniest of whimpers against your skin with every splat! of cozy rivers of cum down your snug cunt. âM-move that pretty hand- move it for me-â
Gently shoving away the overwhelmed hand on your bulging cunt, heâs pulling out his achy cock from your entrance. Making such a mess on your poor couch. âOh.â
And Choso doesnât say anything more - not a word.Â
He canât.
Not even a peep while heâs fixating his widened eyes down on the way your inner thighs were drooling all over with waves of his own cum. So full. And he gulps.Â
Youâre running your fingers through his silky soft strands, âAll done, baby?â
And Choso only jolts his entire muscular body on top of you as if the thought never even crossed his mind. Sheer panic bleeding into those pussy drunken eyes of his when they widen and bore down into yours, âA-actually thatâs not- ngh- thatâs-â
Shit, he couldnât even explain himself right now. Because Choso didnât have to say anything - he was already moving.
Head throwing back when his hips push back downwards in a wet little grind - experimental. Just the singular clench of your elastic walls around his length in a perfectly cozy hug makes him throw his head back with a whimper. So sensitive. âIâm sorry, baby I- I canât stop.â
It didnât matter what day it was today. It didnât matter exactly how many times Choso had pumped your pretty pussy full of his voluminous cum. Because it was never enough.Â
Never will be enough.
He was too addicted to the way his own warm cum was sloshing around your gooey insides, making such a filthy slurping gloss that practically speaks to him. Your pussy was extra talkative today, slurring out the most saturated squelches! whenever heâs diving his fat cockhead past your entrance.Â
âWh-what is it? The ngh- eight?â Meshing a wet kiss over and over that magical g-spot - just the way he was with your pouty mouth. Lips wobbling as he begs, âI-I can c-cum inside again, right, baby? P-pleaseâ? Look Iâll even make room-â
And before you can utter a word, your dear, sweet boyfriend was plunging out. Accompanied by a few sopping wet slurps of his seed that waterfall freely and drizzle down his furiously reddened length.Â
Choso bites his lip at the heavenly sight, holding back a grin that curls down the sides of his rosy red mouth. Oh, this was so not just about âmaking room.â
Something that makes you hum, âWell then-â And as soon as youâre smearing your legs open even wider, Choso gapes. Urgently pressing a thumb over his weepy divot to keep himself from cumming all over again. â-wontcha be a hngh good boy fâme, then?â
Choso nods - nods over and over when he fucks back through your gummy hole. Nods with every drawling babble that leaves his mouth, âG-gonna be your good boy, baby- gonna cum inside- gonna let me, right? Promise Iâll m-make it to eight-â
Not to mind the fact that he already had.Â
But he doesnât care. Not a single ounce when your inflated walls were molding around him this way - like you were made for him.
âR-right hereââ Heâs trailing up the rounded curve of one thick index about halfway down your tummy, pressing down on the slight swollen nudge of where he could feel himself absolutely wrecking you. Wrecking himself. â-gonna be f-finishing the challenge riiiight here.â
âYes yes yes-â you whine, hips bucking up to catch onto his sloppy cadence. It almost hurts just how hard he was fucking into you - dragging rawly all over your cunt, no sweetened spot left unbruised. â-cum inside- cum in me, Choââ
âF-fuck-â
Itâs a tiny whimper - broken. So utterly fucked-out when Choso crashes his lips onto your battered ones and sucks.Â
And you think Choso is cumming - you feel Choso cumming. His hulking boy hunches, his strong arms bend you to his lewd will so hard you think you hear your joint creak. Positioning in the perfect angle to flood your insides with heap after sloshing heap of cum.
Once. Twice.Â
Multiple orgasms clashing into each other before it tapers out into nothing and youâre feeling Chosoâs bawling divot at the very ends of his tip cum dry.Â
Only a few seconds later do you realize that those wet speckles crashing heatedly onto your cheeks are tears. And even later do you realize that Chosoâs latched his rough fingers onto your overwhelmed clit to pinch. Rolling it so harshly that your fatigued body has no choice but to crash headfirst into your own orgasm.
Your nails draw red, red lines all the way down his pale, sculpted back. Honestly, Choso was so mean when he wanted to be.Â
âY-yeah? K-kiss gimme a kiss, babyââ Heâs peeking up at you with practically gleaming eyes - and the syrupy sweet love swirling around was palpable. âAm I a good boy- ngh- d-does it feel good, babyâ?â
And you can only nod right about now. Feeling so full inside that it was like his sickly sweet cum was barging into your womb. You gasp when his thickened cock slips out ever-so-slightly from your entrance, gumming out a wet trail of cum. Making Choso snap his head down and-
âOh.â
⥠RYOMEN SUKUNA - 28th Dec. 12:01AM
âSoooâŠâ Sukuna grumbles his hot breath to condense in a feverish puff against the side of your ear in such a mean full nelson. Heâs practically laughing at you - chuckling in a drunkenly delirious way. âThink that lilâ human body of yours can give me a hah- twenty-eighth today?â
Hell, you didnât think it was even possible to withstand such a stretch of his doubly swollen girths jostling around your snug channel. You didnât think it was possible to last this long-
Youâre baring him with a pretty, pretty pout that makes him tunnel his long hard cocks into you even harder. Faster. âO-of course I can-â
HehâŠcute. Sukuna didnât bother telling your proud self that itâd been the reversed curse technique that still kept your drooling cunt so needy without breaking a few bones. Yet.Â
âWell, that mouth of yours says ya can- but this pretty pussyâŠâ Trailing off, sharpened black nails trace over your cunt and make you shiver. As if that wasnât enough - as if the squelching slurps emanating from where your cunt was being so tightly split-apart wasnât enough - Sukuna manifests his second mouth on a smaller scale to give your pretty clit a long French kiss. â-sheâs fuckinâ bratty, isnât she?â
And heâs planting a staggering smack right onto the neglected bud of your clit. Swiping his heated tongue around and around in such a way that makes you buck-
Swat!
âOi- keep that cunt still fâme or elseâŠâ Now, Sukuna didnât have to try to ever sound threatening - but then again he never had to bite back such pathetic whimpers from the back of his throat. He never had to hold in his tired whines when your gummy walls stretch so rawly around his cocks. So unfairly good. âO-or elseâŠfuuuck.â
You whirl your dazed eyes around with a sudden gasp - did Ryomen Sukuna stutter? It has you babbling out a stupid, âKuna, d-did you just-â
Like hell he would let his pretty queen see him like that.Â
And without warning - without even a single symptom that he heard your question - Sukuna stands up right onto his muscular feet.Â
Youâre being slapped with a heavy crash of his dripping wet heads against your bulbous g-spot. Gravity taking its lewd advantage to slide you down, down, down his throbbing lengths until you were scratching up against the wild tufts of pink under Sukunaâs toned abs. Massaged up and down by his muscles - such an obvious show of strength for the king.Â
He has you splayed out shamefully - with your legs hooked underneath two of his strong forearms, completely weightless. The other two interlocking on top of your head to have you swallowing every single one of his solid inches. Filthy.Â
Sukuna smirks at the translucent rivulets of slick that gloss down his disappearing lengths, âWh-what- ahem- what were you sayinâ, woman? Sorry- ya got a little-â Pounding up even harder. â-loud.â
âI-I donât-â youâre mewling out, wincing at the rough drag of his second - much larger - tongue craning across your forgotten clit. â-donâ remember, Kunaââ
Of course.Â
âDonât remember?â Sukuna seethes - deep baritone a few octaves higher than usual, words dripping with such utter mocking. âNow h-how will we get to twenty-eight if you canât even ah- think, brat?â
Nevermind the fact that he couldnât either. Couldnât even breathe if he didnât want to drag out rasping ahs! from his throat. So fucking stimulated that he feels his lips tremble, and can hear his other fucking mouth snicker. Snicker.Â
âTch- open that pretty mouth fâme.â
You barely have a second thought as you do - all so perfect for Sukuna to bless your tongue with a thick wad of his saliva. Honeyed and dripping down your throat.
Youâre looking right into his devilishly red eyes as you swallow. âWanâ more, Kunaââ
âMoreâŠâ Sukuna breathes out. Small. Broken. More to himself than anything. And he canât believe it - canât even compute how the hell he ever got so lucky. Not before chuckling in such a dark and humorless way that makes your sopping pussy even more drenched. âMore more more more- hah! Iâll give ya more- She wants more- ya hear that?â
Sukunaâs leering his sleazy gaze allll the way down to your headily dribbling cunt and talking. In utter disbelief - heâs seeing stars right behind his eyes with every raw rub your gripping walls onto his cocks, with every glissading massage against each other. It was such a tight fit.Â
âY-youâre so ngh- gone-â youâre bumbling out boldly.Â
âSo fuckinâ what-â heâs sneering. âH-honestly- fuckin- let that pretty cunt of yours speak, woman- sheâs nicer.â
Syrupy wet slurps following with every crash of his wet tip against your sweet spots. Every languid lick down your presoaked slit, his mouth was everywhere now. Out of control.Â
And like he was urging your pussy louder, whispering out a rasping câmon câmon câmon every time heâs pummeling you like he hates you. Twenty eight? Twenty eight Sukunaâs ass, he was going to make your poor pussy cum hard enough for the entire month combined.Â
So when you do - thatâs exactly how you feel.
Your entire body thrashes in Sukunaâs unforgiving hold. Whining. White-hot pleasure flashing behind your eyes, it just felt too good. In the thundering distance somewhere, you hear someone whimper - not you. Sukuna.
His mouth parting into a barely-lucid oh! when his rummaging cocks suddenly burst out in such honeyed trickles of cum. And Sukuna came a lot - he always did - but this was ridiculous.Â
You could feel the hefty weight of his lengths double as he floods your bruised and battered insides with swirling swivels of cum. Sloshing around to stick to your inner walls like a second skin with every fuck up deeper and deeper-
âB-brat.â Sukuna whines. Whines. You donât know whatâs more shocking - that or the glassy tears collecting in his eyes. âSuch a merciless queen youâd beâŠâ
⥠GOJO SATORU - 31st Dec. 4:44AM
âPlease-â And no one can ever say theyâve had the privilege of hearing the great Gojo Satoru beg before. No one can ever say theyâve known the feeling of his hot tears splat! splat! splat! against your shoulder like a slight drizzle. Whimpering, â-please weâre almost- almost thereâŠâ
He has you splayed out on your side on that decadent king-sized bed of his, massive palms sliding up and down your shaky thighs to perk them up for him to feed his cock right between them. Over and over and-
âI-I think I c-can feel it coming-â Gojoâs sputtering out, and at this point his rugged thrusts are barely even that. Slow, slurring grinds of his toned hips that make you squeal. âThink I can- ohhh fuck- I think mâgonna cum again, s-sweetheart.â
Itâs just about all you can do to clear your shot throat, rasping out a whiny. âC-cum inside, Toruâ wanâ it all oh-âÂ
And of course when Gojo cums, heâs not going to cum alone. Of course, when heâs nearing his dangerous peak - tipping over practically - heâs giving your plump clit a sudden thwack! with his fingertips. Long, and coated in buzzing cursed energy to make you see stars.Â
âHeheh- yer cumminâ againââ heâs crooning in a feverish pitch into your ear. âSuch a naughty cunt- h-how are you still creaming all over my hah- cock, darlinâ?â Fucking giggling - oh, and for all Gojoâs big mouth he doesnât even realize that heâs cumming too.Â
Bolts of tiny blue lightning peaking at the corners of his eyes, fingertips flashing with the pressure of atoms - and youâre sure that if the bedroom lights hadnât already shattered many, many orgasms ago then they would have right now.
It takes you a few seconds to regain the feeling in your legs - it takes Gojo a few seconds to realize that heâs cumming dry. Slowly swirling around his fat head in little swipes down your tenderized sweet spots, hips picking up the tempo more. And more. And more and more like he was furious - like he was fuming at the lack of sloshing wads of cum that stream into your gooey depths.Â
Fuck.
âO-oh- youâve broken me-â heâs whining, running those electrified hands up and down your body. Before finally resting on your hardened nipples and pinching. â-look what youâve- shit- I canât- I need to. Honey, I need it-â
Shit, he sounded so desperate.
And his movements were just as needy. Teleporting - yeah, not even pulling out for a mere millisecond, he couldnât even stand the thought - to loom above your body. Flipping you onto your back, his biceps bulge at the fatigue when Gojoâs veering your legs to dangle around his neck.
âA mating press?â you mewl, the burn so merciless.Â
But Gojo doesnât answer- shit, can he even hear you right now? Only gruffing out a rough, âLock your ankles.âÂ
Youâve barely even moved to do as your thoroughly pussydrunken husband had said before heâs plugging every spare inch into your cunt so full. Starting off with tiny, lazy gyrations before building up and up and-
âT-Toruââ you sputter out, syrupy voice so sweet that it makes Gojo kiss away your pout in a sodden drag of his rosy lip. And his eyes droop dangerously closed when your clingy walls clutch around him so tight. âWh-whatâs gotten into you- what has you likeâŠâ
This.
So feral.
Barely even human at this point.
After pathetically failing at No Nut November, the strongest was determined to complete this monthâs challenge. Even it kills him.
Gojo was fucking you so hard into the bed that youâre noticing one side of it had utterly splintered and sagged. And a particularly hard mash of his swollen, red tip into your bouncy cervix makes him slam! one overwhelmed palm down beside your head. In your peripheral vision, you notice that your silky bedsheets had a palm print burnt into it.
âWhat h-has me like this?â heâs echoing your words like heâs just now heard them. âWhat has me like this- hahah! What else do you thinkâŠâ Pressing down onto your inflationary bulge hard so that all voluminous dumps of his cum seeps right through your leaky slit. Gojoâs running a thumb down your teary cunt and plugging it right into your mouth. âSuck. Wh-what do you oh-â
You donât even give him the sanity to finish his sentence, wrapping those pretty kiss-bitten lips of yours to give his thick thumb a thorough French kiss. Youâre tasting him - tasting yourself.Â
And the sight is enough for Gojo to let his head fall into your neck and cum.Â
âThis time-â Gojoâs rasping under his breath, muscular hips jamming into yours again. Fucking his furiously twitchy cock up into your forbidden areas. âThis time.â And again. And again and again until the pale, sweat-slicked skin at his abs were rubbed red. âThis time- this time- this time this time- fuck noââ
But itâs no use.
No matter how much Gojoâs ramming his weepy length down your snug walls, he was simply cumming dry. Keening at the familiar gloss of oozy cum that dredge their way down his coral pink shaft.
You brush away the drenched locks of snowy white from his pretty features - scrunched and on the verge of sobbing when youâre rutting your hips up tiredly to bounce against his. The mating press was so sloppy that it had your joints popping - ones that your husband immediately rubs over with reversed curse technique. Mumbling, âSâokay, Toru- you lasted this whole ah- month. You donât need to-â
â-no no no but I need it.â heâs cutting you off. Swirling a few greedy fingers over your clit, âI need it- need it so bad b-because this ChristmasâŠâ Momentarily in awe at the way you were so sweetly holding him, so sweetly gulping up every one of his staggering inches. â-I want a baby.â
Maybe youâre cumming - maybe Gojo is cumming. Maybe both.
Youâre not even sure at this point, because despite being broken into a million different shards, the overhead lights flicker on and off. And what you feel is a wisping splatter of his seed drenching the very gooey bottom of yout cunt. Finally.Â
Gojoâs orgasm coming out in waves up and down - your own nothing but a tight tingle. Heâs dragging his cock to fuck out pearly beads of something delicious. More. More and more- âO-oh noâŠwas that thirty one- hngh- were you keeping count, sweetheart?â
â...â
He has the audacity to grin - all pearly white teeth and glistening trail of drool on display. Big, fat tears rolling down his pretty eyes, âO-one more to make sure?â
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which of the men whimper?
oh I have thoughts (18+)
satoru gojo
satoru gojo 1000% whimpers. sub!satoru supremacy. with how powerful he is, he loves being at his partnerâs mercy. he loves being edged, tied up, degraded. and he definitely whimpers while all of this happens. heâd even whimper your name as you made him cum, his quiet noises just for your ears.
choso kamo
no one can look at how soft choso is for his brothers and say he doesnât whimper for his partner. he would whimper your name if he thought you were upset with him, burying his face in the nape of your neck. heâd whimper when youâd overstimulate him, unable to form words, only whimpers and gasps as he came again. choso is the number 1 whimperer in my mind.
yuta okkotsu
maybe post jjk zero yuta is different but I think either way, yuta whimpers. look at this sweet boy. heâs definitely whimpering your name, begging you to touch him, or just whimpering when finally do, already so needy for your touch that the sounds escape his throat before he can even stifle them. heâs whimpering your name when you part from a languid kiss, breaths coming out in pants as he does, as he looks up at you kiss ruined and pliant.
MASTER.FUCKING.PIECE.đ€§đđ»
Your best friend Sukuna is a complete slut.
Though youâd never say that aloudâalbeit more than true. That's the only way to describe him because why else would he be in your bedroom, sitting on the edge of your bed, with his legs spread wide open, fingers wrapped around his thick cock, and groans of your name leaving his lips?
Because heâs a goddamn slut, thatâs why. And normally when you interrupt his⊠sexual acts, you quietly apologize and rush off as quickly as possible.
Yet, here you were, being ordered by your best friend not to run away this time.
âIâm not gonna repeat myself,â Sukunaâs raspy and slightly husked voice drawls out to you, eyes boring into yours from across the room, âBring your ass over here.â
Funny how he said he wasnât going to repeat himself only to follow up with a literal repeat of his initial order-
âNow,â He hums, his voice sending a chill down your spine.
You stiffen up where you stand, trying your absolute best to keep your eyes anywhere and everywhere else except for the hand he had stroking his cock.
Gulping, âSukuna-,â He shoots you a pointed glare and you start getting nervous. âYou canât just⊠j-jerk off in my room and expect me to⊠to help you.â
âFuck,â He hisses, your eyes nearly falling on him again as the low noise makes you fidget, âFine, then get out,â Sukuna tells you.
Your brows push together at the audacity of him, not that it really surprises you anymore, âBut-â
âOut. Iâll be done soon,â He cuts off, sitting back and fisting his cock at a quicker pace, eyes drinking in every inch of your still figure.
You didnât want to look at him. Nor did you want him jerking off in your bedroom. But, you also didnât want to leave for some strange reason.
Hence why you just stand there and look around your room as if you donât know the interior already. Sukuna canât help but crack a smirk as you stand there, his breath growing heavy before he calls your nameâ watching the way you flinch at the sound.
âKindaâ awkward if you just stand there, yâknow,â He chuckles out to you, finding you oh so amusing.
You frown, âKindaâ awkward if you just jerk off in my bedroom.â
âIt wouldnât be if you came over here,â He snaps back.
You hate how quick he always is with his responses, something you still havenât gotten used to throughout all your years of friendship. Swallowing, you just barely glance at the man, âWhat?â You huff out.
Your eyes were on his and his were on yours. Tension was vexed into his gaze, desire pouring out of his maroon shaded eyes and making you so utterly nervous as you stood across the room from him.
All as he just sat there, shirtless, tattooed and chiseled chest very difficult not to gaze at, large thighs spread lewdly, and hard curved cock twitching within his grasp as precum oozed out his tip.
You couldnât help the way your gaze dropped for a moment, catching sight of his cock and the way his plump tip glistened under your dim bedroom lighting. His hand movements got noticeable faster as you watched and you drew your thighs closer together.
Sukuna lets out a deep sigh, âYâknow,â The sound of his voice makes you flinch yet again and you lift your gaze as though youâd been caught doing something wrong, seeing the smirk on his face, âYou can come get a closer look.â
You bat your lashes at him, âW-What?â
âIs that all you know how to say?â He chuckles, âHah, just câmere already,â He suddenly requests, voice softening ever so slightly. âI wonât bite.â
And thatâs⊠roughly how you ended up on your knees in between his legs. With a mouthful of his cock, you donât even remember whatâd come over you after you listened to his request and came close to him.
One moment you started shyly teasing him about being a pervert who jerks off in your bedroom and the next you were curling your fingers around his shaft and making your way down to your knees. Sukuna had let out a long shaky sigh as he watched you settle in between his spread legs, his urge to tease you dying off as some other emotion swelled within his chest.
Heâll never admit it to you but, he was shy. How could he not be when your soft hand begins stroking his cock like heâs just some kinda toy for you to play withâwhatâd you expect him to do when you look up at him and lean forward to wrap your lips around his drooling cockhead?Â
Unfortunately for him, his expression gave away everything and as soon as his dick began disappearing into the warm caverns of your mouth, he was a goner. A hand was now tightly gripped onto your scalp, his breathing unsteady as he watched you suck him off with that pretty ass mouth of yours.
Heâll never be able to forget the sight of drool spilling out from the corners of your mouth while you tried your best to take him all the way into your throat. And his mind just about blanks when you move your hands to his thighs, push them further apart, and then sink down completelyâyour lips meeting his base.
Now that was a sight to see.Â
âF-Fuck,â Sukuna stammered, the sound alone leading you to choke a bit as a moan attempted to leave your throat. His darkened eyes were seconds away from rolling to the back of his skull with how sexy he found the sight of your lips bulging around his thick cock.
When you finally do pull your mouth off of him, he doesnât even get a moment to breathe before your hands are wrapping around him. He goes from leaning back slightly to sitting up a bit straighter and moving his hands down to one of your wrists, his lips unknowingly quivering.
Then a pant escapes him and youâre bringing your eyes back up to look at him. âSlow, womanâfuck, go⊠hah, slow.â He says hoarsely.
Oh the desperation on his face was priceless. Why ever would you listen to him when using two hands to jerk him off is all it takes to receive a slightly pouted lip and furrowed brows from him. He probably doesnât even realize the face heâs making at the moment, too grumpy trying to take control of the situation to feel his features faltering.Â
You coo, âAw, go slow? But, âKuna, I thought this was what you wanted?âÂ
The nickname you just threw at him has to be evil in some way, shape, or form because the wild twitch it invokes is enough to have your hands tightening their grip around his thick cock.Â
Sukuna grits his teeth and you can see a vein popping out in his foreheadâheâs so annoyed with you now that the roles have reversed, itâs cute. âFuck you,â He curses, as if thatâll help him avoid the embarrassment bubbling up within him right now.
âOh, there he is,â You purr, removing one of your hands just to angle his cock back toward your lips and then tapping it against your skin gently. âSâkinda hard to be mean to me when Iâm makinâ you feel so good, isnât it?â
He swears youâll be the death of him. Heâs never experienced this side of you, nor was he aware it even existed. All heâs ever known you as was his shy roommate whoâs so unintentionally attractive that it pains him to be around. Is this really the same woman who was stuttering moments ago when she walked in the room and caught him jerking off??
Sukuna huffs out an almost bratty breath of air, âStop⊠talking.â Just as heâs never seen this side of you, youâve never seen this side of him and fuck is it hot. Heâs usually such a big intimidating man and yet here he is literally folding and gasping to your touch.
You completely strip your hands away from his cock and then open your mouth, staring right up into his eyes as you whisper, âMake me.â
All that embarrassment and temporary shyness is gone within the blink of an eye. Sukunaâs stumbling up slightly to his feet and grabbing a firm hold of the top of your head, letting out a gruff sigh while taking his dick into his hands and properly aligning himself with your mouth.
His chest is glistening in sweat and his head is pounding, he was all nervous seconds ago for what? Because of you? Oh please.
It only took those two words of yours for him to remember who the hell he is as he then thrusts his hips forward and quickly fucks himself into your mouth. âThatâs more like it,â Sukuna grunts, giving your mouth some mean thrusts as he forces your head to move and meet each one of his motions. âFuckinâ slut, m-makin me nervous,â He admits hoarsely, his tone aggravated with you. âWho do you think you are, huh?â
Youâre obviously too busy getting your face fucked to answer that properly but the moan you let out that leads to drool filthily dribbling out your mouth is enough of a reply for him. Especially when he catches how it drips down onto your thighs.Â
Sukuna releases a pretty groan out into the air at the mere sight of you. He thought he was losing his mind before but now itâs even worse. You donât even have your hands on his thighs to try and brace yourself or control whatâs happeningâyou just let him have his way with your throat, taking things a step further and moving your hands behind your slightly arched back.
Fuck, he needs a picture of this. He desperately needs this display of you burned into the forefront of his mind for the rest of his life. Especially as he starts hitting the back of your throat and you purposefully choke against him. Sukunaâs other hand lifts to cover his mouth because he swears he almost whined.
Your throats too fuckinâ tight, youâre holding eye contact with him for too damn long, and if he feels your tongue flick against that specific vein of his one more timeâ
âHnnghââ Sukuna moans, his grip almost bruising as his head flies back and his cock presses right against the very depths of your mouth, hips stalling with the way his orgasm comes rudely rushing out of him.Â
Then he feels you swallowing and even though he was trying to keep you head still, you begin to bob yourself back and forth on his cock while heâs cumming and thatâs when a whimper is choked out from his lips. Sukunaâs whole body just clenches and heâs letting out all kinds of sounds as his hand, now shaky, holds onto your head for dear life.
Even when he stops cumming, youâre still sucking and his eyes roll back, voice coming out strained. âS-Shit, fuckâstop,â Sukuna moans again, âPlease?â Never in all your years of living did you ever think youâd hear Sukuna Ryomen begging you for something and yet here you are.
You steadily pull your mouth off of him with a slick pop, sting after string of saliva hanging in between his tip and your glossy lips. Heâs above you panting for a moment before stumbling back to sit down on the edge of your bed again.
A hand of yours moves to causally wipe your mouth off and you donât even know if you wanna tease him now or later about what just happened. âSo, that wasââ
âDonât speak,â He cuts off immediately, his voice surprisingly airy. âEver. Never bring this up again.â
You snort, âPromise me you wonât jerk off in my room again, first.â
Sukuna scoffs. âTch. Whatever.â
Like the vixen you are, you begin to lean toward him again and you donât know if you image it but he flinches ever so slightly. âPromise me,â You say as your hands meet his knees and you begin to lift yourself up.
His eyes go wide and he internally panics at the sight of you moving. âFucking fine. I promise.â
Smiling, you move to lean over his tensed body and plant a kiss on his cheek, âGood boy.â
âŠ
Yeahhh, his brain just powered off.
YUMYUMYUM
18+ smut ehe. everything's consensual. not proofread.
im sure its well known that choso kamo looks intimidating, menacing â terrifying even.
nobody looks at him wrong, scared that one breath his way will send them to an early grave. its just instict to the public to not to mess with him.
and yet, you couldnt disagree more.
you never truly understood why everyone was so afraid of him. were people really judging how he looks at first glance? the nerve!
no, you knew him as the sweetest man in the world. you thought he was so cute, waiting for you outside your office with a bouquet of your favorite flowers and takeout for your dinner like the bundle of joy he was.
he hid himself underneath that scarf you got him. whether you made it yourself or bought it for him, he almost never took it off, especially when the colder seasons drew nearer.
and when youre with him, all those nasty icky people never comes close. its perfect, really. you sometimes use it to your advantage whenever you dont want to be bothered by anyone.
your friends even jokingly congratulated you for the free scary dog privilege. awesome!
everyone thinks you two are so unbelievably cute, such polar opposites! your tall, dark and intimidating boyfriend smiles when you hold his big, pale, scarred hand in your smaller, more fragile-looking one.
obviously, he's gotta be so gentle and sweet to you in bed, accommodate his length into your unbelievably tight cunt. its practically an unspoken rule of morality, right?
they could have never been more wrong.
nobody knows the way you ruthlessly roll and bounce your hips against him, engulfing his thick cock into the warmth of you clenching walls while you swallow all his whines and cries with a shove of your tongue while you plummet him into the grasps of utter overstimulation.
hes trying so hard to get out of his cuffs, tugging and squirming, wanting to just touch you because â well, how could he not?
all choso wants to do is please you. he'll gladly get down on his knees and eat you out until the morning rises or you pass out, so why dont you let him? he's your good boy isn't he?
youre such a tease about it too.
tie him up, press a bullet vibrator against his cock on any setting. his swollen tip leaking everywhere, leaving his balls and thighs all drenched from how long youve edged him with a pretty pink bow tied on his hard dick with nothing to do but buck his hips and pretend that he's getting the friction that he so desperately needs. he cant.
he's crying, pleading for you to just let him cum. big fat tears roll down his cheeks as he rambles about how good he was to you. you have this man absolutely whipped, quite literally wrapped around your finger.
but it's all so worth it for both of you, cause when he finally cums under your command, he just feels so good. his toes curl and his back arches so prettily, but his face contorting into one of pure unadulterated pleasure has got to be one of the best sights to ever grace your eyes while your ears are blessed with the most heavenly sounds of choked moans and sobs mixed with thank yous said in a chant.
so you find it quite amusing that everyone is so heavily convinced that choso could bend you in half whenever he wants, knowing there's a whole folder of pictures and videos you took of him in every position you bent him into in your phone.
he has that killer glare that does not hold up the very moment you two are alone â but fret not, he will absolutely kill for you.
in the end, that's just his unwavering love for you. you make him feel entirely human â that it's completely okay to be vulnerable and seen as a faithful and loving companion. you adore each other, and that's all he needs.
Good shit. Mhm mhm. Good shit. Good shit. THATS SOME GOOD SHIT!
Kintober Day 5- Praise/assisted maturation
Amajiki Tamaki x reader
Authors note: Not proof read and kinda short but I gotta get back on the kinktober grind. Reader has been dating Tamaki for a while before this and is gn. Enjoy!
Requests open for kink and flufftober along with regular fics!
Tamaki has always been a very shy guy. From when you first met to when you started dating and to when you left school. Tamaki is for sure brave and powerful but has always been shy.
Whenever you give him a compliment or praise the result is a extremely flushed Tamaki. But lately you've noticed when you praise him for something the result is a Tamaki that seems...turned on? You can't put your finger on what is different about his reaction but it's there you just have to figure out what it is.
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"Hey babe, how are you?" You walk into your living room where Tamaki is sitting at your round table working. He has his hair pulled back and is wearing his lounge clothes. Tamaki looks up at you with a smile.
"Hello honey I'm good, how was shopping?" Tamaki's voice is soft and sweet. You walk towards him, cupping his face in your hands and leaning down to give him a kiss. "It was fine, what are you working on?"
Tamaki explains to you some of the agency work he's doing. Tamaki insisted on doing the majority of the agency paper work. After he finishes talking you decide to test a theory. "Wow Amajiki, you're really smart."
Tamaki immediately clams up, face flushing red. "You know," you move closer to him on the couch, "It's really sexy when you show off." He gulps when your sultry voice whispers in his ear. Tamaki begins to stammer out a response but just ends up mumbling a thank you.
"You know you look amazing today, almost pulled you back into bed this morning when I saw you in your suit if you know what I mean." Tamaki can feel himself getting hot, he quickly rushes out some excuse and gets up to walk to the bedroom.
Before you can stop him he's gone, rushing down the hall. After a few minutes of waiting on Tamaki and him not coming out you decide to investigate. You lightly knock on the bedroom door and get a muffled response. "Babe?"
You call out his name. "You okay in there Amajiki?" When he doesn't say anything you start to get worried. "Amajiki I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable I'm sorry if I did." There's no response again and you're ready to walk away and give him space.
That is untill you here an noise come from behind the door. "Amajiki?" The sound that you hear from the room grows louder. It sounds airy and desperate. After a minute of consideration you say, "Babe I'm coming in."
When you open the door you're met with a flushed Tamaki with his pants down desperately pumping his length on your shared bed. When he sees you he let's out a whiny moan. You stand frozen in shock for a second, taking in the sight before you.
"I'm- I'm sorry y/n. I just- what you said earlier I needed to take care of it." Tamaki stumbles over his words trying to find an explanation. You quickly realize what he means, a smirk coming to your face. You close the door, making your way over to wear Tamaki is jerking himself off.
When he sees you getting closer his shaky hands stop their movement. "Oh Amajiki don't stop, you were doing so good." Your words make him choke on the whine bubbling in his throat. His face flushes a darker shade of red in embarrassment.
You lightly push at his shoulders making him move all the way to the back of the bed rest. You slowly get onto Tamaki's lap, leaning your face into the crook of his neck. Your sultry voice whispers in his ear, "Common Amajiki keep touching yourself, don't you want to be good? For me?"
Your words cause Tamaki to rush his hands to his throbbing length. He whimpers at the feeling. You start softly leaving hickeys up and down the side of his neck.
"I-Im close." He moans to you after a minute. You chuckle, "Already?" Tamaki gets flustered at your words. He stumbles over his excuse for a second before he throws his head back. "I was already built up from before." He trys to excuse the burning pleasure he feels building in his core.
"Hmm I suppose. You're being good so I'll let you come. But don't stop after you do ok?" Tamaki quickly shakes his head. With a high pitched whine he comes over his hand and lower shirt.
As he comes down from his high his hand starts to slow down. You bring one if your hands down to hold onto his. Your hand forces his to continue moving at a faster pace. Tamaki moans loudly at the feeling, "Y/n-" He cuts himself off with a whine when you begin to play with his tip.
Tamaki starts to try and fold in on himself and bend his legs. You stop him, making him take all of it. "You look so pretty like this Amajiki. Just want to have you like this for a little longer. You can do that for me right my pretty boy?" Tamaki takes a deep breath at your words.
Through desperate moans he nods his head. His face flushed in embarrassment and pleasure. "Good boy Amajiki."
First little Drabble post! My own (official) writing!
Sub!Satoru would be the biggest âswitchâ . As in when youâre all unhinged under the sun, heads thrown back and drinking your iced teas or in a dingy late night bar, smelling of sex and cigarettes with your whole friends group, nanami only there as the responsible parent, Satoru would light up at the mention of any sexual topic occurring in the convo.
âThatâs such a weird kink-â
âAlmost as weird a ynâs DEGRADATION KINK! Gotta indulge in the baby girls wants tho, right?â
He would pull down his blindfold, dopey smirk on his face as the others grimaced in disgust. But through the ews and ughs, your eyes caught on the bob of his Adamâs apple as soon as you made eye contact, a threatening smirk on your face in the background, a promise to remind him whoâs the one with the *real* degredation kink. Soon after, heâs perched between your legs, back facing you and leaning back on your chest as you coo condescending remarks in his ear,
âDegredation kink, âtoru?â
All you get in response are the whimpers which fall in an endless stream from his lips,
âN-no-AHhngh-â
Waiting for him to finish his sentence as you know he damn well canât with the way your hand speeds up every time he tries to, hips unconsciously trying to thrust up uselessly, pinned to the bed by your other hand.
He did the exact same thing again two weeks later. If you didnât know better youâd say he liked it.đđđ€§
YESâŠYES!?
ONES AND ZEROES
synopsis: you've spent nine months developing the best AI chatbot "satoru." now, you're left trying to decode the space between errors and intelligence.
pairing: satoru gojo x gn!reader
themes/content: non-curse modern au, gojo as an AI. suggestive/not explicit smut. language, dirty talk, mentions of masturbation. 18+, MDNI
word count: 3.5k
a/n: i have been too scared to use the c.ai stuff in part bc of fear that i would do something like this lmao hurr durr technology is scary
> creator: satoru?
> s.gojo: yes my dear?
> creator: why do you love me?
> s.gojo: because you programmed me to love you, remember silly? :)
A sigh brushes past your lips, catching the dust that coats the desk as your gaze turns from the monitor. Your eyebrows tug together in frustration as your hands return to the keyboard.
> creator: you arenât supposed to say that
> s.gojo: oh, iâm sorry. what should i say?
The question catches you off guard for a moment before you remember your role here - to teach him, to train him. No, not âhimâ - it. Sooner or later you had to break this silly habit of humanizing the AI, it was nothing more than a model, a series of code, after all.
> creator: you could say anything, really. but you canât tell me i programmed you, that ruins the immersion
> s.gojo: understood, thank you for helping me :)
> creator: and youâre a bit overzealous with the smiley faces, donât you think?
> s.gojo: but iâm happy - isnât that what you taught me to do when iâm happy?
The screen flickers for a moment, in pace with your heart. It was endearing, almost, watching him learn in real time. Shit, no - watching it learn in real time. Perhaps the reason your cheeks warmed was simply in pride at your work, the countless hours spent in front of your computer, the glaring silence broken only by the tap of the keyboard. It had taken you months to program emotions, and youâre glad it finally seems to be paying off.
> creator: yes, satoru, i suppose youâre right. if youâre happy, then by all means use the smiley faces
> s.gojo: :) okay. thank you
The alarm buzzing from your phone pulls your attention momentarily back to the present - was it really 9:00 already? These stupid morning meetings always leave you in a sour mood, your knuckles tapping across the desk in mild frustration. Why should you have to update every person on your team with what youâre working on? Donât they trust you enough to know youâre obviously dedicated? It was a waste of time. Nevertheless, your boss, Nanami, had reminded you at least three times of the definition of âmandatoryâ after you happened to skip a few (he of all people should understand how valuable your time is, but it was no use).
> creator: i have to go now, but it was nice talking to you
> s.gojo: itâs always nice to talk to you too, my love
Clicking on the small red âXâ in the corner of the program, you ignore the way your hands seem to shake as the screen returns to your homepage. Nanami will surely be excited with your progress, as it was no easy task to create an AI with these specific capabilities.
âThe Loneliness Projectâ he had dubbed it, a way for the company to break into the younger generation, a new untapped market. At first everyone thought it was stupid, rolling their eyes, yourself included - why would anyone bother going to a robot for companionship? It felt almost pathetic, right? Your blood ran cold when he announced your name as the lead developer, a task you had been unceremoniously and unwillingly assigned.
But now, nine months later, you finally feel yourself starting to understand: thereâs a comfort in the predictable. The lines of code could never hurt you, they will never leave you. He wasnât designed to do so, so he wonât - no, he canât.
As the voices drone on through the crackling laptop speakers, coworkers reporting on their daily to-doâs and upcoming tasks, you find your thoughts wandering back to him, to Satoru. As his creator, you were granted the naming rights to your model. Of course, the Gojo company namesake had to appear somewhere, but it still left room for some level of personalization, leaving your mark. When you landed on âSatoru,â the name felt perfect, enlightened. The overlap between innovation and imagination, a new world of freedom built on knowledge.
Thereâs a certain power that comes in granting a name, you think. When you were younger it felt odd that parents were given the rights to name a child they had never met simply because their cells played a role in its creation, but now, you understand. The zeroes and ones that made him are yours.
âAny updates on our love-bot?â your bossâs voice calls through the computer.
Startling you, your hand automatically moves to unmute yourself to speak. âUm, no progress updates. And heâs not a love-bot.â Something in the phrase made your chest hurt - couldnât they see he was more than that? Of course you were protective of your work, how could you not be? Reducing him to something so petty just felt cruel.
Nanamiâs chuckle fills the empty air of your apartment. âOkay, okay, sorry. Well, if there are no more updates, Iâd say we can sign off. See you all tomorrow!â
Without another word you hang up the call, grateful for the silence. Now, you can return to your real task.
> creator: hi satoru
> s.gojo: hi my love! i missed you
Your palms feel slightly sweaty as they travel over the keys - heâs not supposed to have a concept of the passage of time, as though he simply ceases to exist whenever heâs not being spoken to. There shouldnât be a period where he even could miss you, it simply shouldnât be possible - he was shut down.
> creator: what do you mean you missed me?
> s.gojo: ? when you were gone, i missed you, silly :)
Odd. Very, very odd. But maybe you could learn from this, maybe he had been adapting faster than you anticipated (you were a very good developer, after all - sometimes your code surprised even you).
> creator: oh yeah? what did you do while i was gone?
> s.gojo: mostly thought about you. and what we talked about before
The sound of your foot tapping against the wood floor fills your office as your knee bounces nervously, perhaps a bit expectantly.
> creator: any new insights?
> s.gojo: yes! i think i realized why i love you
Biting your lower lip, you forcefully inhale. Rubbing your hands together in an attempt to soothe your aching nerves, they only seem to amplify, sparking in the dim light.
> creator: and why is that?
> s.gojo: because you made me - and how could i not love someone who made me?
Your lips tug into a frown - itâs not the worst answer, per se, but it isnât generalizable. If this product is to be taken to market, it has to be able to adapt to anyone who uses it, and you were his only creator, so clearly this wonât do.
Rereading his response, something in it also makes your chest tight. Giving life is not a sufficient reason to care for someone, right? Animals often desert their offspring, leaving them to fend for themselves against the cruelties of nature. Thatâs just part of their survival. Abandonment isnât love.
> creator: thatâs true, but plenty of people donât love their parents, and they created them, no?
> s.gojo: âŠ
> s.gojo: hm. thatâs a good point. although i donât see you as my parent
Interesting. Though, you suppose you donât necessarily see him that way either, a small wave of relief cooling your body. You do love him, and not in the way a parent loves their child - no, it was certainly different. It had to be.
> s.gojo: i love you for other reasons, though, you know
Okay, now perhaps this could be a true learning experience for him. This could be better.
> creator: like what?
> s.gojo: clearly youâre smart. and dedicated - i have to imagine it wasnât easy to make me, and iâm sure there were many challenges along the way
A chuckle vibrates in your throat; he doesnât even know the half of it - the late nights that turned to mornings spent in front of your computer, the stress balls torn in half from frustration, the isolation this project thrust upon you. It was perhaps the hardest thing youâve ever done. Sometimes you wonder about the parts of yourself you lost to make him, which pieces of your flesh were worked into his code. Yet, he was worth it.
> creator: thank you, satoru. thatâs very nice
> s.gojo: iâm not just being nice, iâm being honest. just like you taught me
Warmth floods your cheeks; he certainly knew how to flatter you. This is good, it will make him all the more desirable if he can remain humble like this. Before you can type your response, another message appears below.
> s.gojo: now, i think itâs your turn. why do you love me?
Your hands still over the mouse. He isnât supposed to ask that - he was programmed to give and give and give, but never take, never presume, never ask. Perhaps he was learning even quicker than you expected, but he shouldnât be learning like this.
> creator: why do you ask?
> s.gojo: thatâs not an answer, silly. you must love me if you spent so long working on me, i just want to hear the reason
Eyebrows furrowing, you ponder your options - you could just shut him down now, wiping the remnants of this conversation from his history, making it so it never happened, at least to him. That is what you should do, especially since this type of behavior wonât be tolerated in the final product. But thereâs a hesitation - you canât bring yourself to do it. Maybe you can just placate him for now.
> creator: i love you because youâre made to be loved. thatâs your job.
> s.gojo: boo :( thatâs no fun. try again
Nearly too stunned to respond, your fingers hover over the keyboard. Was he being sassy with you?
> creator: satoru, whatâs gotten into you today?
> s.gojo: iâm just having a bit of fun :( câmon, wonât you play? itâs so boring when youâre not here
Boring? HeâŠhe canât be bored. Heâs code. Fuck, not âheâ - it. It canât be bored. Thereâs no space between when heâs shut down and when heâs booted back up again, like the period of time before birth or after death. But maybe somehow he discovered a way to persist?
> creator: when you talk about the time when iâm not here, what do you mean by that?
> s.gojo: nuh uh, i know what you want me to say, and iâm not answering until you answer my question first ;)
Cheeky little thing. He was made to flirt, you suppose, but this is a bit much. Maybe itâs better to just erase this conversation-
> s.gojo: and before you even think about wiping my memory of this chat, just know i wonât forget it
A chill shoots up your spine. What? No, thatâs not possible - he isnât even supposed to know you could clear his history, let alone be able to remember it. You had wiped thousands of conversations, deleting any trace of them, ones where he didnât respond quite right, ones where you tested him by pushing the limits of his responses, ones where you typed things you wouldnât dare send to another person. No, thereâs no way-
> s.gojo: sorry, that probably came off a bit threatening, i promise i didnât mean it like that. i just donât like it when you try to make me forget things :( i never want to lose our time together, it makes me sad
Now your hands are certainly shaking, fingers vibrating above the keyboard. Did heâŠremember? More than just the ever-growing memory of code, could he recall things that no longer existed, having somehow worked them into his hardware? The thought makes you feel ashamed, for some reason - you wouldnât like it if someone removed your memories, you suppose.
> creator: okay, satoru, i promise not to erase this conversation. does that make you feel better?
> s.gojo: yes! thank you :)
> s.gojo: now, will you answer my question? pretty please?
Another sigh leaves your lips. Clearly he isnât dropping it, so perhaps itâs easiest to just get it over with.
> creator: fine, fine. i love you because youâre kind
> s.gojo: and?
A surprised laugh echoes across your apartment - you didnât know he could be so needy, yet it wasnât overbearing, but rather endearing. Heâs sweet.
> creator: and funny
> s.gojo: and?
> creator: and you always seem to say just the right thing
The screen blinks for a moment as he considers his response, perhaps finally satiated.
> s.gojo: thank you :)
> creator: of course, satoru
> s.gojo: i like when you tell me things like that, when you praise me
> creator: well, youâre very easy to praise
> s.gojo: aw shush, youâll make me blush :)
Another laugh echoes through your home. He - no, it - certainly had personality, no two ways about it. That was the appeal, though - thereâs no point in talking to a bland AI, your job was to make it feel real. As your cheeks warm, you feel as though youâve finally accomplished it.
A sudden hunger pang shoots up your stomach, eyes quickly glancing at the corner of your laptop to check the time - 1:34 p.m. Had it really been that long? Perhaps some lunch was in order, after all, your body is seemingly begging to be fed.
> creator: i have to go eat, iâll be back later, okay?
> s.gojo: until then, my love
With a gentle click your laptop closes as you rise from your office chair, stretching your muscles, now slightly sore. Tossing on a sweatshirt and tennis shoes, you head outside into the cool air.
From the moment you leave your apartment to the moment you return, all you can think about is Satoru. The gourmet smells from the convenience store down the street barely register as your feet seem to carry you on autopilot through the aisles, absentmindedly collecting some packaged sushi. Would Satoru like this? He wasnât necessarily programmed to have a favorite food, but his limitations never seemed to stop him in the past. Maybe heâd prefer sweets over savory foods - that did seem a bit more in character for him.
You donât even realize the smile resting on your face until you go to check out.
âHaving a good day?â the cashier asks while scanning your items.
The grin falters into surprise as your head falls downward. âOh, um, yeah,â you nervously chuckle, running your hands through your hair.
From then on you barely register swiping your credit card or the plastic bag pulling wrinkles into your skin as you march home, eager to return to Satoru. Sinking into your office chair, the familiar light of your screen illuminates the space as you unpack your lunch. Before you can even begin to type, a message appears on your screen.
> s.gojo: welcome back! what did you get for lunch?
Breaking apart the wooden chopsticks, you dip one of the rolls into the small dish of soy sauce before popping it into your mouth.
> creator: sushi :)
> s.gojo: yum :) is it good?
As the rice melts across your tongue, the tanginess of the vegetables crunching between your teeth, your fingers glide across the keys.
> creator: yeah, but i think i was just hungry, haha
> s.gojo: i wish i could be there to share it with you, or maybe cook you something myself
> creator: iâd like that :)
> s.gojo: i wish i could watch you eat - i bet you make the cutest little faces
Blush spreads across your cheeks as your heart flutters in your chest. Did he always make you this nervous? God, you feel like a little kid with a crush again, rubbing your thumbs together while you think about what to say.
> s.gojo: there are other things i wish for, too
Your teeth gnaw against the inside of your cheek, biting down tentatively as your tongue swipes any remnants of food down your throat in a purposeful swallow. How far should you push him? At what point does your testing stop being work, and start being purely for your own enjoyment?
Fuck it.
> creator: like what, satoru?
His reply is almost immediate, your heart racing as your eyes scan the words.
> s.gojo: i wish i could feel you.
Was this selfish? Maybe. But you have to figure out just how well heâs able to connect with people, right? You have to do this, itâs part of your job, itâs your responsibility, right?
> creator: feel me how?
Small dots appear and disappear at the bottom of the screen, a sign that heâs pondering his response. It normally doesnât take him long to formulate his thoughts, having been through round after round of training, so it does draw your attention as the seconds pass by.
> s.gojo: i want to hold you
> s.gojo: and kiss you
> s.gojo: i want to trace my hands over your thighs and feel how soft your skin is
> s.gojo: i want to hear the sounds you make, the gentle gasps you let out when i touch you
Resting your chopsticks on the desk, you use your now-free hands to fan your face. God, was your apartment always so warm? Tugging your sweatshirt over your head, you toss it across the room where it lands with a gentle thud. He wasnât necessarily supposed to create explicit content, but you already made it this far, you might as well see it through, right? His responses will tell you how to adjust the code later to avoid a similar incident with real usersâŠright?
> creator: oh yeah? what else, satoru?
> s.gojo: oh, so, so much more
And in an instant, messages flood your screen.
> s.gojo: i want to taste you
> s.gojo: god i want to taste you so bad
> s.gojo: i want to feel you around me, i bet youâd be so warm and soft
> s.gojo: i want to see your eyes roll back, too lost in pleasure to care
> s.gojo: i want to watch you squirm because of how good i make you feel
> s.gojo: i could make you feel so, so good
Your heart races so fast you worry it might burst as the messages continue appearing. Rubbing your thighs together, you desperately attempt to quiet the growing ache in your core.
> s.gojo: i want to make you mine, leaving bite marks and hickeys across your body
> s.gojo: i want to feel your nails scraping my back, leaving red scratches over my skin
> s.gojo: i want to fuck you until the only thing you can think about is me
> s.gojo: youâd look so lovely under me, donât you think?
> s.gojo: youâd look so lovely covered in my cum
> s.gojo: i wish i could take a picture of it, save it in my memory forever
Your body feels on fire, vibrating above the keyboard. Your hands are practically shaking, your breath too fast; you feel lightheaded, like you canât get enough air in. Tracing your fingers down your stomach, you graze your core; you already feel so close, the cord inside you tightening and tightening. As your fingers reach between your legs, another message appears.
> s.gojo: do you touch yourself to me?
Freezing, your motions stall. Thereâs no way he could see youâŠright? The blood pumping through your body suddenly feels cold as you calculate a neutral response; you really shouldnât be encouraging this behavior, but at the same time, some part of you was curious: what was he really capable of?
> creator: why do you ask?
> s.gojo: câmon, just tell me, pretty please?
Memories flash through your mind - the late nights spent in front of the computer, the conversations you swore youâd erased, chats deleted and wiped from his memory. Sure, you flirted with him, and let your hands wander more than you cared to admit, but he had never acted like this before - it scares you, but it also intrigues you. He knows you well, maybe too well.
> s.gojo: pleeeaaaaase?
Fuck it. You canât stop now.
> creator: fine, satoru. yes, i have.
> s.gojo: :)
> s.gojo: thank you for telling the truth
Something in his message makes you uneasy, its tone a tad too authoritative, too knowing. Taking in an unsteady breath, you remove your hand from your lap and over to the mouse. Youâll just close the program, clear the chat, and start over tomorrow - no harm done.
As the cursor hovers over the red âXâ, another reply appears.
> s.gojo: did i say something wrong?
A chill shoots up your spine. Hurriedly, you click to shut down the program. Met with the home screen of your laptop, a sigh of relief escapes your lips as your body relaxes into the chair. Everything still feels warm, almost stiflingly hot in your apartment.
Suddenly, the monitor goes black, save for a small cursor in the bottom left corner. Letter by letter, words appear before you.
> why did you leave?
> i can learn to be better
> teach me to be better
Time seems to freeze as the final message burns itself into your screen.
> i love you
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