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shuosen · 6 months

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gojo satoru x top! amab! reader

cw: slight degradation, hair pulling, blowjob (r), slight choking, slapping if you squint, overstim?, stomach bulge

there was a very, very thin line between lust and fear that many don’t realize they’ve traveled. they stand to wonder if the shivers that wrack their body are from desire, or terror. Gojo Satoru, is not afraid of anything. he is the strongest, he knows he is the strongest. his confidence and strength has gotten him to where he is today- where is he?

he wants to say he’s currently wooing a woman, that he’s in a fight, and of course winning, but he cant. he cant say he’s out doing badass shit- hell, he can’t say anything at all. not with your cock stuffed down his throat, pulsing veins pressing against his flat tongue that struggles to maneuver across the girth of your member.

his large, strong hands shake helplessly in the air before he lays them on his thighs, gripping the familiar texture of his uniform. his eyes twitch before shutting tight, attempting to keep the tears in his eyes from falling, because gojo satoru does not cry.

he’s struggling to keep it together and you chuckle with as much amusement as one can manage, watching him flinch when the tight hand in his hair tugs harder. he wonders if this is what fear feels like, because surely this powerful feeling dwelling in his stomach and producing full body reactions is not lust. surely he is not lusting this hard for his colleague, and his friend.

your predatory eyes glaze over as he chokes on your cock, and you grip his hair at his scalp, thrusting into his throat and you’re sure you’ve successfully made any and all thoughts flee from his mind.

“you liking this, baby? hm? does my cock in your throat feel good?”

the only response you get are gurgles and useless whines as your cock and his spit clog his mouth, and you just have to grin at your hard work, finding pride in reducing ‘the strongest’ to a whore and a hole.

“thas’ right.. hu- fuck.” you mumble, rolling your hips into his mouth, listening as he chokes and gags each time your head presses into the back of his throat. It’s sloppy, he doesn’t know how to use his mouth for this kind of thing, but his throat closes around you with every gag and every sob he lets out, and he’s making you feel good even with no experience. you just think he is so pretty like this, face all red and messy, but you’re also sure he’ll be even prettier once you stretch him out and fill him up, and you know his noises will be music to your ears when you’re finally able to fuck him, so you pull out, taking advantage of his dazed state, listening to him sputter as you slap your cockhead on his lips.

“get up.” you order, grabbing his arm and aiding him to his feet, before shoving his face into the bed you were previously sitting on, listening as he gasps a deep breath. you waste no time grabbing both of his wrists with one hand while the other yanks his pants and underwear down to his thighs. the sudden movement makes him twitch in surprise, his fingers curling into his palms, a noise between a gasp and a groan leaving his lips as you manhandle his hips, moving him to your liking freely.

“shit, wait!” gojo stumbles over his words, trying to push his hips down and away from your hands, the snap sound of the lube cap somewhat ominous to his muddled brain.

“what?” you ask, bending yourself over his back, resting your chin against his shoulder and letting go of his wrists in favor of pulling his chin up from the bedsheets. “you want me to stop?”

he freezes at the question, something akin to a sob falling from his lips, because he didnt expect you to ask that and he sure as hell doesnt have an answer. if he says no, would that be stripping him of his pride? he’s a man with much dignity and little femininity. if he say’s no, he’s allowing himself to be fucked, which means he can no longer deny the lust and the longing for you, for your cock, but if he says yes, you’ll leave him here- his own member dripping and lonely, your burning touch fading from his body- and with a broken whine, he comes to the conclusion that the former is the better choice, letting himself go slack in your hold.

“no..”

“good boy.” you grin, and he flinches at the cold temperature of the lube pouring onto his hole.

it’s been hours- gojo thinks. hours since you first began prepping him, fingers sinking into his tight hole, stretching it beyond what he thought it could be, hours since you first sank into him, hours since your cock first grazed his prostate, and hours since his descent into becoming a brain dead cock whore began.

“A-auhhg! f-fuck! fuck!” He cries, his noises so loud that they almost drown out the slap of your hips against his ass and thighs, the reddening of them just one aspect of proof of how long you’ve been rutting into him. you wanted to be slow with him, treat him nicely and slowly unfold him beneath you, but these noises, seeing your cock disappear everytime you sink in, and the way his back arches was too good to resist.

you fucked into him harshly and deeply, your red, burning cock bruising his sweet spot with every sharp piston of your hips into his sloppy hole. he’s completely given up trying to save his image, the way he cries and moans and kicks as you take him is clear of that. he no longer cares about anything but you ruining his pretty, puffy hole.

the pace of your hips is so fast, and so rough that he cant register the difference between your thrusts in and your slides out, and he cant do anything but scream, his noises a mix of words, letters, and maybe your name.

through your own groans and puffs of air, you chuckle, something that sounds demeaning to his ears and he shrivels, a loud “n-no!” echoing through the small room, but neither of you know what he’s addressing.

“what’s wrong?” you huff, adjusting your grip on his waist, and leaning forward for a new angle. “HCK- Sh- Ughk!” he chokes, stuffing his face forward into the sheets and you click your tongue, moving your hand around, and pulling him up along with you by his neck, your fingertips squeezing the sides.

“i asked you a question, toru. you too fucked out to answer me properly?”

his breathing is heavy and labored and you laugh at his pathetic state once again. “whatever,” you mumble, letting go of his neck, allowing his upper body to fall onto the bed. “jus’ means im doin’ a good job.”

you grin, pressing a hand down on his back harshly, forcing an arch as you continue to rut into his sloppy hole. gojo yelps under you, his milky thighs shaking with the effort of holding his hips up, his hands gripping onto the sheets beside his head as if they’ll run away. you’re sure he’s cum multiple times untouched now, but every man wants pleasure on his dick, and maybe it was an act of mercy, or maybe it was just your evil mind, but you reached under him, squeezing his cock in your hold, beginning to jerk him off.

at the first feathery touch of your hand, gojo screamed, jolting forward, his legs kicking upwards, desperate hands trying to push yours away from his sensitive, leaking dick as you pound into his hole and jerk him off at the same time. “s-no! shit! cant!”

“you can.” your sentence is punctuated by a slap on his ass and his whole body jumps, his shoulders shaking as he curls into himself, and he looks small.

your thumb rubs over his tip continuously, and his hips buck so harshly your forced to let go, and your hand brushes over his stomach, feeling something that makes your hips stutter, almost pausing in their ministrations.

“fuh-fuck.. ‘toru, no way.” you laugh, bringing him up so his back is flush with your chest and you peer over his shoulder, delivering one deep, harsh thrust into him, confirming the cock bulge in his defined stomach.

a groan erupts from your throat, and theres no time wasted before your pressing him into the bed with your back and your hips, fucking his hole again, but this time- your sly hands rub his stomach, before pressing down with force, right where your cock is, and gojo squeals, his voice high pitched, desperate and messy like a common street whores.

the sound tips you over, your pace slowing, and gojo, as spent as he is, breathes a sigh of relief, taking deep breathes in, before pressing his hand against your abdomen, trying to push your cock out.

“oh? we aren’t done so soon..”

please like and reblog to show your support! this is my first piece of writing, and english is my second language, so i’m a little worried about how its come out. thank you! <3

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fushigurosboy · 1 year

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Welcome!

Hi, I’m Tim, welcome to my account!

This is a 2.0 of my Rules/welcome list because I have updated and changed some things :)

So, a little bit about me, I like anime, reading, writing and drawing. I do small photography gigs here and there, and I prefer reading the manga over watching the anime, idk why I just do

I’m trans ftm, my pronouns are he/they, I’m unlabeled in my sexuality and I am poly 💛

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Rules

- minors DNI!!! I don’t write smut because it makes me uncomfy, but I will write and post suggestive things!

- I only write he/him he/they and they/them readers! afab or amab is never specified

- fem aligned (she/they she/her) can only interact with some of my posts. You’ll know what ones not to interact with because I will put (FEM ALINGED DNI) at the top of the post! This rule was originally fem aligned dni with any of my posts, but I have to block so many people daily, it’s gotten tiring and I realized that you guys just interacting with my story times, or my shit posts is fine with me

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Info

- all the characters I write for are either their time skip versions (i.e. time skip Haikyuu!!) or aged up (i.e. pro hero Bakugo)

- I will write poly stuff!!! If I have a personal fave ship in a show, let’s use KageHina as an example, I will write reader into their relationship and make it poly! I myself am poly so I love to write about it :)

- race, genital's, etc is never mentioned in my one shots/imagines so it’s pretty inclusive :)

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Fandom’s I Write For

- Haikyuu!!

- AOT

- JJK

- MHA

- Demon Slayer

- Sk8 the Infinity

- Naruto

- Voltron

- OHSHC (the hosts, platonic!Honey)

- Chicago Fire (Gabby, Casey, Severide, platonic!Shay)

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2kiran · 2 months

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MULTI MEN 香菸 ── `` bottom char. top reader. cockwarming. thighjob.

everyone knows how fun it is to watch your partner squirm and clench around your dick as they try their hardest to sit still and simply cockwarm you.

but what about their thighs warming you instead? think about this; you’re laying down with them carefully resting on your stomach, your cock in between their thighs. they’re using every ounce of self-control to not touch your tip that just happens to leak pre-cum. you wouldn’t be mad if they tapped at your slit, right?

and you seriously can’t believe that they won’t squeeze their legs around your dick, because they will. they would rub their soft thighs along your shaft, enticing you to fuck them already.

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oppopotamus · 7 months

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Shoe riding

gojo satoru x top male reader

Warning: nsfw, gojo has a pussy, shoe riding, face slapping (like once), name calling (slut, baby, sweetheart etc), face riding, face sitting, sending nudes, kind of mean reader??

Satoru had always been a little shit, that much was known but nobody knew how much of a tease he was.

Satoru had one of his very few 'free days' where he can take time off of work, it was very rare for Satoru to ever get any sort of break.

Usually you take time off of work to spend it with Satoru since you don't get to see him that much.

Though unfortunately, you were called into work late as it was understaffed and many we're sick and you were the last resort basically.

Satoru begged you to stay, saying he'd do absolutely anything. Whether that be paying you for the next week until you got your next paycheck, or by doing something a little bit more... Scandalous.

You were extremely tempted to take that offer but your boss had threatened you that you'd lose your job if you took yet another day off.

So, you had no choice but to go in.

Satoru was feeling grumpy as he walked around your shared house, he just wanted to lounge around in bed all day with you!

I mean, he's plently rich enough to pay for both of you but you insisted that you didn't want him paying for everything.

Satoru finally had an amazing idea. Well, amazing to him atleast.

Satoru stood infront of the full length mirror that stood in your bedroom. He was wearing nothing but the pretty white lingerie you had brought him a while back which he never really got to wear, thought today he was going to show you how much he loved the gift.

Satoru got his phone camera ready and started taking pictures, many, many pictures. He posed in ways he knew would get your attention and posed in ways he didn't even know how he did!

Just to show you how flexible he was, of course.

Satoru selected the pictures he had thought were the best, all in the lingerie he hadn't taken any nude selfies. Not yet atleast.

He finally sended them to you, he didn't know if you would reply or even if you would see the message.

When you get a text on your phone from the one and only Satoru Gojo you think it's important enough to open.

Once you open them your calm demeanor disappears and you cough to avoid suspicion.

"Are you quite alright, (Name)?" One of your coworkers asks, "Yes, perfectly fine. Just got a bit of a cough."

"Don't you think you should head home then?" Another nosy coworker asks after listening in on your conversation as per usual with them. All your coworkers were very nosy people.

"Ah, boss wouldn't let me head home even if I asked." You said sadly, the photos would not get out of your head. Gojo in all those pretty poses, just begging for you to take him.

You try and shake the thoughts out of your head and attempt to think of something different in hopes your red face would disappear.

"Your face is burning up! (Name), you should really head home. If the boss doesn't let you leave I'll give him a piece of my mind!" The lady you we're just talking to before says.

"Ah, thank you very much but there's no need. I'm sure I'll be fine." You say, before you get another text from Gojo.

This time he's posed so he's sitting on the ground with his legs spread and facing the mirror so you can see everything through the thin fabric of the lingerie.

The photo had been sent with a text below it simply saying, 'come take it off for me?'

Oh god, you were in trouble. You could feel your pants start to get tighter. You don't know how you can even attempt to keep your cool now.

As if on que, your boss comes strolling in asking you where you've been and that you need to report to his office at once to approve some documents.

You're about to follow before a coworker pipes up saying, "He is much to sick, sir! (Name) can absolutely not work in these conditions!"

"I second that! If you don't excuse (Name) from work I'll take it to the higher ups and report you for not letting a sick employee go home." Another coworker says firmly.

You can almost see veins popping out of his head in anger so your boss decided it would just be easier to send you home than having to deal with the higher ups.

"Fine! (Name)... You're free to go home." Your boss says, you can sense the anger coming from him so you quickly pack up your things, saying a small 'thank you' to your coworkers who helped you out.

You're just getting into your car as you get another message from Gojo with yet another photo.

This time the image is of him still with he legs spread except he has moved the lingerie so it shows off his pretty pussy.

Fuck. This man is going to be the death of you.

You send him a message saying 'I'm coming home now. You've been bad, Satoru. Get ready.'

You can practically see Satorus scared face through the screen.

You start your car and head back home, once there you park the car and head to open the door.

You stop in the front entrance and take off your blazer and hang it on the coat rack.

You head up to the bedroom door and open it. "I'm home, Satoru-" You don't finish your sentence before you stop and stare in wonder of how pretty Satoru is.

Satoru's sitting down on the bed, patiently waiting there with his knees under him.

You walk over to him, standing above the bed with your tall height towering over him. You bring a hand out to cup his chin and raise it so he's staring right at you.

"Such a pretty boy. Aren't you, 'toru?" You ask, though you get no answer back. "So very pretty. Too bad you're such a brat." You spit out the last words and raise a hand across his cheek, slapping him. Not enough to really hurt but enough to make him gasp from shock.

Gojo whimpers as you drag him forward, he has to put his hands out to stabilise himself so he doesn't fall off the bed.

"Just a slut, aren't you? Can't even wait a few hours for me to come home. You just had to interfere with my work."

"M'sorry.." Gojo says in response, he's not really sorry at all. He loves the way you act when you get this way.

He'd do it all over again and you know he will, whenever that may be. He's just too much of a slut.

"On your knees." You say gesturing to the side of the bed where you currently stand.

You turn around and sit down on the bed as Gojo scrambles to sit down infront of you.

Once he's sitting on his knees infront of you, you gesture for him to move forward. He does so he's awkwardly sitting there between you legs, he begins reaching out to your crotch before you stop him.

"No, sweetheart. I want you to ride my shoe. I'm not helping you get off today, you've already interrupted my day enough."

Satoru gulps at that and hesitates before he sits atop one of your shoes.

"Like this?" Satoru asks, "Yeah, just like that, baby. Good job." You smile down at him and Gojo suddenly feels proud, as if he's such a good boy, just for you.

Satoru finally starts moving, moaning out as his clit comes in contact with your shoe. He moves forwards and back again, it's not nearly as pleasurable as when you touch him.

He has no idea whether this will make him cum or not. He feels good but it doesn't feel quite enough.

"P..Please.. Need- Ah!" Satoru moans out as he ruts back and forth on your shoe, getting it dirty with his wetness.

"Hm? Tell me what it is you need." You say down at him as you play with his hair while he moves faster and faster against your shoe.

"C-can't." He says shaking his head side to side fastly while he shuts his eyes tightly so he can't see you looking down at him. You know that he will get a headache if he keeps doing that so you grab his chin and force him to look up at you.

"Look at me and tell me what it is you need, baby." You command. He finally cracks his eyes open and looks up at you.

"Need you..." He says, "I'm right here, sweetheart. Tell me what you want me to do okay?" You say while smiling down at him.

"P-please.. Want you to touch me."

"But I'm already touching you, baby. See? You're humping my foot like some dog."

"No.. I mean-" You cut Satoru off and grab his chin tighter, causing him to squeak in surprise.

"You've been such a little slut today, you know? I don't think you deserve to have your way. I think you should just sit there and do what I say. Understood?" Satoru whined at the harsh words but nods anyways, continuing to grind on your shoe.

He lets out groans and whimpers but he soon realizes that just humping your shoe is not nearly enough to get him off.

He wants you touching him, with your hands or for you to have his cock inside him, stretching him open till he cries from pleasure and pain.

Though apparently that's not going to happen today and it makes him whine.

He pleads and begs you, he doesn't even know what he's saying anymore, he's just spewing out words.

You reach down and yank his hair back, he yelps in pain and grips your leg tightly.

"Please!" He whines out, moving faster trying to chase that release he so desperately wants.

You sigh, "Fine, come up here." You say moving back on the bed and lay down.

He crawls up with a dazed smile on his face, and straddles you.

"C'mere baby." You say grabbing his hips and pulling him up to sit on your face. Satoru hesitates for a moment before lowering himself down.

"Ah!" He moans out as you move your tongue inside him. He grinds down on your face, you feel his juices spreading across your face as he moves back and forth.

Satoru moans out as he feels his release finally creeping up.

He's not going to last long, he knows he's going to cum any second. Riding your shoe made him get so close but not nearly far enough.

He repeats your name over and over, getting so close to his release. His clit rubs over your nose while you tongue at his hole.

You're starting to get slightly light headed with him on your face but you know it's not going to be much longer until he cums so you're not worried.

"(Name)! I'm gonna- Oh god-" Just before he finishes his sentence he's squirting all over your face, wetting it.

He sits and breathes heavily for a moment until he calms down and rises off of your face.

"Haah.. Thank you.." He says, looking down at you with a dumb smile on his face.

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m-ayo-o · 6 months

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megumi and prompt 9.. 😵‍💫😵‍💫

y e s emoji event : 💞💜 AMAB READER!!! x 21+ megumi 18+ just megumi being possessive xx m x m oral "pretty boy"

Feeling utterly bored at some stupid college house party, Megumi tries to catch up with his social butterfly boyfriend. He pulls you aside, giving you a soft kiss and a whisper, "Baby..." he doesn't have to say anything. You know he's done. He wanted to go home as soon as you arrived.

But you're not ready to leave yet, so you put your foot down for once.

Megumi is pleasantly surprised. You usually give in to his demands quite easily, but he's happy to work a little harder.

He nibbles at your ear lobe, completely distracting you from your conversation now.

You stammer and apologise, feeling your boyfriend pull you away from your friends.

"Megumi..." you groan, feeling him start to suck on your neck. You know he's not great with pda... he must be quite desperate for your attention.

"Megumi, I'm not going home yet."

He stops and stands up straight again, resuming his position above you, looking down into your eyes. You're trying so hard to hold your ground against the stoic man. You forget how intimidating he can be sometimes.

"Okay," his eyes soften as he leans into your ear again, "if you won't come home, just let me have you to myself for a while."

His deep voice has got your stomach in a frenzy... and before you realise what's happening he's dragging you upstairs into a spare bedroom, pushing you up against the closed door.

He starts with his lips over yours, then works his way down to your chest, unbuttoning your shirt with haste. He presses you harder against the wood and dips lower, kissing your stomach, then tugging at your belt.

"Megumi..." you didn't realise this is quite what he wanted.

He looks up at you from his position, kneeling on the carpet.

"You wanna do it at home instead?"

You see the mischievous glint in his deep blue eyes.

He's going to get what he wants. He always does.

You shake your head, your boyfriend taking that as a sign for him to continue.

He tugs your cock free, smirking that you're already semi hard. And it only takes a lick of his tongue and a few pumps till you're full and nudging at his lips.

He pins you against the door and works you with his hands first, loving the way you're squirming and fucking his fist already. And when he can't resist the drop of precum forming on your tip any longer, he closes his lips over you and you swear... he's going to finish you in seconds.

"Mmh- M-Megumi... s-slow down-" you cry, holding onto the door frame for support.

"Hm," he chuckles and pulls away, "I'll go as fast as I want, pretty boy."

He gets you weak in the knees, just how he wants you, sucking you so eagerly while your fingers thread through his black locks.

He's got you close, and you're starting to lose yourself, moaning and grabbing him harder, until there's a sudden tap tap tap on the door.

"Hey are you guys in there??" A voice calls from outside. It's your friend, wondering where you've gone.

Megumi just continues deepthroating you like nothing is happening.

"W-wait-" you reply in a shaky voice.

"Can we please have him back now?" Your friends continue, starting to hammer on the door in their drunken stupor.

"Yeah, Gumiii give him back!!! We're booored"

Megumi groans and digs his fingers into your hips, pulling you closer and swallowing you up.

"M- m coming!!"

You moan, informing your boyfriend he's about to get your cum down his throat while incidentally replying to your friends.

"Ahh hahh oh- my god-" you breathe in a hushed whisper, with your friends right outside telling you to hurry up.

"They're starting... to piss me off y/n..."

Your dark haired boyfriend mutters, sucking and cleaning you up. You take a breather, collapsing on the bed with a dramatic sigh while Megumi opens the door.

You watch him step outside.

Shit. What's he gonna say this time.

"Can a man not suck his boyfriend's dick in peace?"

He earns a round of giggles.

"You guys are fucking insufferable," he snaps, stepping back inside and slamming the door.

If they're going to be like that, he's just going to have to keep you to himself all night...

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fickleduster · 8 months

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✧. ┊ ⁭ ⁭ ⁭Random thirst, lmao

※ bottom.sub, amab reader

➤ cw: dacryphilia, overstim/dumbification, rimming, hand holding 😳, sum petnames, meanies I tell ya, I wrote this intoxicated so do with that what you will

Like the most adoring boyfriend that he was, he saw you as nothing short of a masterpiece, the most perfect boy he could ever lay his eyes on.

— Correction, hands.

And he made sure that you knew, too, (even if this sentiment isn't quite 'hidden',) he always found ways of showing his adoration with his hands; be it mindlessly tracing your skin or holding your own hand at every opportunity given, he had done so and much more.

"Stay still, baby."

... Even as he's eating you out, he has a hand intertwined with yours, with the other gently squishing your plush thigh.

Having you squirm under his mouth, legs locked on his head, and unabashedly moaning as if no one would hear... Without much said, it's obvious that he relished in having you reduced into a puddle; whether by his tongue or his cock, it's his pleasure to be of service for your wonderful body.

Even after what felt like hours since he started lapping at your hole, he had found himself wanting to coax more and more orgasms from your adorable cock. Even as your body's twisting and turning, tightly grasping at the dampening sheets under you, he just couldn't stop. It's just that you tasted so damn good.

You shiver upon hearing his voice, low and warm against your neck, "... Can't you handle a bit more, darling?"

It was then that you pleaded for the first time that evening— pleading that you can't keep cumming so easily from oral alone, pleading for his cock already. He wouldn't be able to stop the mockering chuckle that left his mouth.

That's when his free hand finds it's way to your slick hole, and a finger enters with ease.

Without even so much as a small thrust of his hand, your back had already arched upon a silent scream.

You had came for the nth time that evening.

"That's a good boy."

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... It's almost animalistic, the sight of him lurching down to your equally sweaty form while he panted, mumbling obscenities with every shallow breath he took.

He could laugh, at how you're barely holding on as he forced your ass up. You're just as a babbling wreck as he was, head thrown back at every single thrust forced into your thoroughly slicked ass, body limp against his tight grip.

This was what you wanted, wasn't it? So why are you crying so damn loud when he forces the third load inside?

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fushiguro toji, vox akuma, hex haywire, uzui tengen, chrollo lucilfer, quincy, tartaglia, kamisato ayato

[Yea these take a bit to write so here's (whatever this is) for the time being. A much longer Childe fic is upcoming so look out for that if ur interested lol]

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paymechildsupport · 2 months

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Redeemed!Bully!Satoru Gojo x AMAB!Reader // "Gonna give you a Real Reason to Cry.."

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-He was a huge fucking asshole to you and he knows it, -- now he'll do anything to make things right again, -- and he means anything.

(I will die on the "Gojo shows heavy signs of autism" hill and I will defend it with my life)

-!! CW: Themes of bullying, harassment, -- ANGST, --> to hurt + comfort --> to smut

-!! Slight dacryphilia ; mention of overstim ; semi-public --> pretty public sex ; body worship

-!! Reader is implied [AMAB] --> having male genetalia, but of course you may use your own creative freedom for it to fit your pref. better (ex. strap- on, dildo(?), etc).

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Satoru has always been the cocky type: instinctively putting himself on a pedestal above everyone

His days at Jujutsu Tech were when the golden snowy haired blue eyed little brat excelled, his easy victories and impressive fights gassing his ego up to astronomical levels

Of course, it gets quite lonely at the top; no one could understand Satoru, no one could understand why he was the way he was— why he was so discontent at the very top. He was so untouchable he was unable to properly keep in touch with his humanity— his humility— both figuratively and literally with that damned infinity of his

Then he met you, Second Year of Jujutsu Tech, and the first time in his life where Satoru felt threatened. It was as if you could see right into his soul,— you saw him, you understood him,— and you absolutely terrified him. You were the only person who could genuinely touch him, touch his heart— his mind, and empathize with the all powerful sorcerer. For the first time, Satoru felt vulnerable

You were dangerous, powerful, the fact you could somehow be up to par with the mindset of such a divine being like him meant you were compitetion. A rival. You could take everything away from Satoru; his distance from society, the ‘strongest’ facade he put up,— his place as the “strongest” entirely. Without that, Satoru had nothing— if you somehow surpassed him, he’d have nothing, he’d be nothing. There was only one solution in Satoru’s mind: you needed to be stopped, he had to beat you, at any cost.

How dare you be so cocky, so arrogant: asking him if he was ‘alright’ or if he needed someone to ‘talk to’. How dare you mock him like that. Shame on you, for telling him it was okay to show his emotions, to be openly vulnerable. He saw right through your guise, — he knew you only meant harm. He was not to be so easily fooled by your charms. You were a stuck up pain in the ass, trying to get him vulnerable all so you could swoop in and attack. You thought you were so strong, huh? You thought you were sooo much better than him? He oughtta remind you of your place, he ought to re-establish himself as the “Strongest”, show you that you weren’t all that hot shit you claimed to be.

And he did just that: every little mistake,— every lil’ slip up,— every lil’ wrong step or wrong word and he’d be on you in an instant. He was unreasonably cruel, berating and belittling,— telling you how “worthless” you were or how “absolute shit of a sorcerer” you were. He tormented you for the next two years, reminding you of exactly where you belong,— gravel, beneath his feet. And like gravel, he’d stomp and tread on you, spit and swear at you,— treat you like the tiny, insignificant thing you were. Think you’re hot shit for sympathizing with him? Satoru would make you regret the day you ever got the gual to walk up to him and ask about his “feelings”

But you’d just smile; after all that,— all those insults and snide remarks, the cruel words and name- calling, you’d just sit there and take it. And you had the audacity to fucking smile at him, to pretend to be patient and ‘understanding’. It made Satoru sick to his stomach,— the higher ups and teachers wouldn’t do shit. They’d never do anything to somehow anger the all powerful Satoru Gojo— no one would ever help you. You were all alone… and fucking still… you just looked at him with that STUPID. FUCKING. KINDNESS that choked his heart every. Single. Time. In your eyes.

He was going to fucking ruin you. By the time he was done, Satoru would make sure you’d be valued as less than the dog shit beneath his boot. He’d double down on his belittlements,— why wasn’t that working? He’d just insult you more,— tell you how damn horrifying you were how horrid you were to look at with the way you made his heart want to beat out of his chest and his face heat up, his entire body shaking, craving your attention like a drug,— what the actual SHIT was going ON?! Fine then, he’d just compare himself to you more: shame you for how you barely made it out alive scrapping with the dozen curses Satoru easily slaughtered with a flick of his fingers. You were a dead man, you hear him? A gorgeous fucking drop dead fleshblag of a—

Wait… we’re those.. tears? Were you crying? … no, nonononono no no… why were you crying? No, it shouldn’t have happened like this… no no no no no no, NO! Look at him goddamnit, say something. Don’t just stare up at him with those… defeated, teary eyes,— lip quivering, face flush, body racking with silent sobs… fat tears rolling down your cheeks. Those tears fucking ended him— Satoru couldn’t bear to see you cry.. couldn’t bear with the idea that he was the thing to make you cry. It felt like his heart, which always in the end belonged wholly and solely to you,— was ripped from his chest, squeezed and shattered. He reached out to wipe those god awful tears from your face, only for you to flinch, flinch from him.

You had looked right through into his heart: his ugly, worm eaten heart, and coveted it with such reverence, even when it bared its teeth, snarling and biting your flesh. And what could Satoru do in return when presented so lovingly to your heart? He killed it. Shattered it. Chocked it,— blew it up into oblivion.

Now, there really was an infinity of space between the two of you, and Satoru felt alone, truly alone,— because with you he was never really alone, not like now. Not when he so ferociously chased you away.

You’d given everything to Satoru, and he fucked shit up. Now, with you pushed away, with Satoru the most distant he’s ever been from humanity,— now: he as willing to do anything to fix it— to mend your heart. He’d do anything,

... ANYTHING.

—————————

Now as an adult, and as a teacher at Jujutsu Tech himself, Satoru is grown. Matured.

Every night he’d visit you, and just about every night he’d be rejected.

But on those few nights you did let him in, seeing the pitiful look in his eyes, the slight quiver in his lip, the ever so slight glisten of a tear— he was totally and completely yours. Like a sad puppy, he’d just sit there at your feet, whimpering, uttering apology after apology, each and every one from the heart

He’d offer to provide for you: buying lavish things and offering the finest dinners. But, you weren’t one to be bought out— which you told firmly to Satoru, who’d then instead offer to cook for you, clean for you,— love and praise you. Breathlessly whispering everytime you stole the air from his lungs how handsome you were,— how beautiful,— how absolutely ethereal you were,— even with the scars you’d had acquired from your years in sorcery. Something he’d shame you for in the past, tell you how they showed your weaknesses, the same man only a year later on his knees for to worship

The nights would become more frequent, and soon every time the sun would descend and fall from the sky, Satoru would come pawing at your door.

He’d get down on his hands and knees, crawling to you, like some kind of dog,— his legs shaking like a pathetic mutt’s. The so called “Strongest” sorcerer would sink to his knees and grovel, beg for your forgiveness,— for even the tiniest minuscule fraction of your time, for you to just look at him,— look him in the eyes, pay attention to him. You wouldn’t even need to touch him, Satoru would begin to sob, crying as tears streaked down his pale cheeks.

He's naked, completely bear and vulnerable in front of you,— physically unable to seperate himself even if he wanted to, his infinity weak. You owned him, the cockiest, most powerful and revered sorcerer a messy, sniffling wreck at your feet. Sometimes he’d come in bloody, the guts of his enemies still dripping from his snowhite face. Bloodstained hands trail up your body, wet lips placing the gentlest of kisses up your thighs. His big, beefy arms wrapped around your waist, head in your lap, mouth tracing and kissing wherever you’d allow him.

Only when he’s fully submitted, laying himself completely vulnerable before you,— physically and emotionally, would you finally touch him,— take him.

Just like all the way back when,— you’d give him a reason to cry: bending him over your kitchen counter, the dining room table, the fucking balcony of his apartment— you’d bury yourself deep inside, rolling hips filling him up with your seed,— relishing in his breathy whines and whore-ish moans:

-----☆。*。☆。

“G-gah-! Ngh-!.. b-baby— what if they s-..see us??!” Satoru groaned, back arching like a porn star while you continue to hit him from behind.

“G-good… le-let them.-“ you ground out, struggling to pound into him with the way Satoru’s ass clenches desperately around your cock, “f..-fuck ‘Toru, — yer’so tight-! Aha.. -ha-.. relax.”

“M’ sorry-! Ya just feel… so-so ..good! MMM~! Yeah, just like th..-that-!! G-god..- I can feel you baby! So good, so good!!—“

You choke him off, grabbing his legs and forcefully spreading his plush ass cheeks, drilling into the new opening with a renounced vigor.

Satoru fucking squels, hands flying forward onto the balcony railing. You bend him forwards, sending his front off the side entirely, cackling at the way his perfect, naked body shakes violently from the cold. You’re still halfway dressed, a button up concealing your chest and a tie to keep yourself professional.

“Mmm..- don’t like the cold?” You coo, relishing in the way he clenched harder around you, desperately trying to milk your cock for additional heat. “Louder. ‘Taro. Let them hear, let them all see you absolutely whoring yourself out,— let them see how pathetic you look around my cock—“

He whines pathetically, having already came twice before while inside, overstimulation on the horizon

You snake an arm around his torso, propping him up more, fingers gliding over his muscular chest.

He screams when you squeeze his nipple, the cold biting the stub solid. You chuckle,— always loving how sensitive he was around his chest area,

“Good boy, look at you,— taking my cock so well~ what a beautiful sight for the neighbors you are, so pretty, face already looking so dumbed by my dick”

Satoru moans, ass bucking against your pelvis as you pinch his nipple again. He’s beyond words at this point, having fully lost all sense of self a while ago. He looks every bit the fucked out little whore he was,— your pretty lil’ boy toy. You snicker, starting your thrusts up again, knowing you coming in his ass would bring him back down more than anything

Not missing the way his hardened cock started leaking again, him half-mindedly humping the air, you take him on your fist, suddenly jerking him back to his body.

He tenses so hard you’re surprised his muscles don’t snap entirely. You pump his cock mercilessly, hungrily awaiting that wave of white cum. Satoru releases with a scream, bending over the railing.

“Fuck, ‘Toru, that might be your biggest load yet”

He heaves, sobbing as his dick twitches painfully, the last of the warm liquid pooling onto the balcony floor. You come near after, filling him full of your seed.

You look down, admiring your work; Satoru panting like a dog, eyes rolled back so far he was seeing heaven. He takes shuddering breaths, accidentally skipping a beat when you pull out, cum dripping out of his ass. You keep him upright, lest he fall head first over the balcony railing.

You bend down, placing a gentle kiss onto his neck, licking the sheen later of sweat accumulated on his skin, savoring the salty taste.

You take satisfaction in knowing only you can reduce Satoru to such a state,— not even his torment from your student years putting you in such a pathetic position.

You’d given him a perfectly good reason to cry.

And you weren't even done yet,

“You wanna pay me back from how you treated me like shit in high school, yeah?”

Satoru nods vigorously, unable to really do anything else, and you chuckle,

“Good boy, I’m not remotely done with you yet…”

The arousal mixed with pure fear in his eyes is enough to have your cock hardening again.

—————--- ☆。*。☆。

[A/N]: Istg Gojo is so fun to write for he's my favorite blue eyed king

I absolutely ADORE how @yunymphs writes Gojo, ONGGGGGG HOLY JAJAHSHHSHHS had me FERAL reading that smut between Gojo and a crying reader and it inspired me to write this so thank you so much for the yummy food, @yunymphs !! <33

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AAAHHHHANDOQLWM YESS YES YES

I love ur mind omgomg–

Locking him up all for yourself,, cherishing him all the time <33

He trusts you, so he knows this is for his own good, right?? You are the only person he can be with. You are the only person who will take care of him the way he deserves. You are the only one for him. And he is the only one for you. He sees that, right??

Although kidnapping bringing him home might have caught him off guard, he will love it, right? He is where he belongs. He knows that. He must.

And when he indulges you?? AAA fuck it's so cute <333 he just can't help but feel so happy when he sees how much you adore him, even if it's in a... unique way.

He adores it so much that he can't help but only want you, so much so that he hasn't even thought about yelling his friends that he's alright (not that they're here anymore to ask, but that's okay)

The kisses exchanged definitely are more enough for him to happily stay here all for you <333

-panna cotta

SEPARATION ANXIETY

next to you I'm not myself; next to you I'm yours

CONTENT WARNINGS: unhealthy behaviour, established relationship, mild touch starvation, kidnapping, pet names (puppy-like♡), power imbalance, fingers in mouth [once; yuuta], from lovers-but-not to lovers-but-red-flag, mild size kink / size difference, collaring [yuuta], mention of drugging [?] [yuuta]

dubious consent (dubcon), heavy petting, mild somnophilia [?], rough treatment, belly bulge + deep penetration, dirty talk + possessive talk, sex marathon / hypersexuality, unprotected sex / breeding, praise (g., r.), multiple orgasms (g., r.), bondage (tied hands, yuuta), hyperstimulation (g.), fingering (g.), cum inflation (g.), mild orgasm denial (g.)

WRITING STYLE: drabble + headcanons (2sfw + 3nsfw), ±6000 words; yuuta's genitals are ambiguous ('cum', 'juice), reader's genitals are ambiguous but implied as a 'dick' ('cum')

DARLINGS: yuuta okkotsu x reader; dom!reader, top!reader, yandere!reader

NOTE: more a random set of thoughts than something conscious, but you know... you know... also thank you for responding,,,,, mwah♡

Yuuta was small and gentle; anxious, timid, but very caring and affectionate, nervous even if you caught a common cold (anxiously asking if you are dying and what he can do for you), clinging to your hand when you watch a horror movie (under Maki's snide laugh when Toge tries to do the same, together with Yuuta, fearfully hiding with the help of you), — but always finding words and actions to calm and caress, as if you were stroking a cute fluffy puppy that brought your favorite thing and now trying to curl up on your lap to remind that you're loved.

Perhaps, for a bigger entourage, he lacked only a T-shirt with your name circled in a heart, and a glowstick — like those that are waved at idols' concerts to the beat of songs. Even if you could not call yourself an idol or any celebrity, Yuuta made you feel that way from the moment when you've met; he looked with doe eyes, having previously managed to make a mistake wherever he could and only hoping that you came with good intentions — and look absolutely smitten when you only offered help and some food, seeing that he couldn't even enjoy his snack, lying somewhere on the ground.

... Maybe you were too involved with him, especially when even Maki points this out, teasing almost reproaching for how involved you have become with your new, hm, friend, constantly dragging everywhere with you — and not that it was a problem that he became a new member, but that you would rather refuse to meet with them than allow Yuuta to be more than a few hours without you, as if afraid that he might disappear if you stay without him for a while.

But regardless of what they thought, you just couldn't stop being maybe a little too involved with him, even if he no longer needed such aggressive patronage — it's not that you asked him and it's not that Yuuta was against spending almost every free time with you, making you feel more and more fascinated by those little things like how he was doing volunteering, wrapped himself in a blanket almost to nose, was constantly freezing, liked to cuddle and often hid a cold nose in your neck, falling asleep as soon as you hugged him, although on normal days he could write to you at four o'clock in the morning because he could not sleep.

(It's not that Yuuta cares about himself more than necessary at all, preferring takeaway food, energetics and not sleeping until everything is done, always looking as if a little more and circles under his eyes will become bags.)

You start 'dating' closer to winter, when "random kisses", hugs all night, timid contact of fingers and pathetic in its obvious flirting starting to annoy both of you (in addition to others), while the courtship was no longer so satisfying, even if things, which he still brought to you like some kind of gifts to the deity, only got better and better. Besides, not only the gifts became more beautiful: it was pointless to deny that Yuuta was only getting prettier and prettier every day, attracting more attention, like a fragile decorative rose blooming, only thornless — and therefore even more vulnerable to anyone who tries to pick and take with them. And the feeling of him, becoming too mesmerizing, only made you more nervous, even in spite of his appearance, saying that he would follow you anywhere and you just had to whistle for him to come running.

You, however, can't take such a risk, seeing other people's views, even if there is "no reason to worry he's absolutely stunned & would stick to ur hip if could" — and you want to tell Toge that it's a little more difficult, reading words from the phone screen in his hands, but you can't bring yourself to say it out loud, because even if Toge sometimes behaves like a teasing prick, he never writes what he is not sure of less than completely, especially when so psychically guesses thoughts,

and for a moment you think that Yuuta has all the more surely already understood everything from your behavior (this would explain a lot),

but you can't force yourself to relax anyway.

Even when Yuuta reaches out to you, wanting only to kiss until he gets dizzy, ignoring the pain from your nails squeezing him tightly while he moans, fidgeting restlessly from overwhelming sensations that for a moment make him want to cry from how much he adores you, — you can't stop feeling as if under your skin thorns grow; Yuuta hastily kisses your skin, touching with warm lips in blind worship, squeeze so hard that your bones might ache, — but you only feel even worse, knowing that none of this can be long, eternal. Your Yuuta, your kind, sweet Yuuta, with thin red lips, sparkling eyes and the most tender gaze, looking up at you in blissful adoration, will never always be here for you. You still can't call him 'lover' — even after mutually confessed, you still felt so far away from him, as if you first met and are about to get closer,

while irritably kissing-biting in bed until his lips hurt.

In the end, if what you are experiencing is the desire to "infect and be infected", then you are trying to contact the vaccinated, and the thought that perhaps this is not so significant for Yuuta makes you dig into his sensitive skin. He's not so dependent on you anymore, is he? In a sense, you are no longer so important to him — he has new friends, new things to do, new pursuits, and even if you disappear from his life, it will be a blow and a hole, but not to the extent that he will never recover from it.

The only thing you will do is make room for someone who wants to be with him for a long time, being interested in a cute kind boy who is tall enough to make others look up — especially with his affectionate smile and altruistic personality that does not like conflicts or quarrels. It's not that you were so needed or useful; rather, everything that was happening was connected with you more out of pity than out of dependence. Yuuta no longer needs supervision and support; he no longer has a reason to spend all his time with you or to follow like your tail when he can be alone, still attracting people to him.

He is with you simply because wants to; he allows it, but does not need, and when you think for too long that maybe you are too dependent on him, too addicted to the cute, timid boy who does not communicate well with others and likes to hang out with you because you are good, even “cozy”,

then you can't stop the flow of thoughts until bedtime.

“Oh, a trip? No, not really; I thought that, um, it's too long. Even if it would be useful for me, I don't think it's a good idea. I mean, I understand that this is an infrequent opportunity, and it's recommended, but I don't want to be away... uh, away from, from here. Yes.”

“Mh? No problem. I don't quite understand what kind of surprise you want to arrange, but if that's what you want, then I agree to everything... Tell me if you need any help, okay?”

“I know you only want the best for me, so of course I'll wait obediently. If that's what makes you happy, then I'm happy too...”

“The only thing I want is for us to always be together.”

Yuuta has a scattering of freckles on his cheeks and shoulders when summer comes, pale orange kisses of the sun, but in winter they look like little spots that you want to bite, leaving marks, silently convincing him to stop trying to calm you down and accept when you squeeze his hands, continuing to leave your own scattering on skin, looking more like the chain you made him wear.

Your kisses are scorchingly good, as if he is being held on a slow-burning fire, waiting until he understands something important, but Yuuta does not have a single guess even when you do not react to his plaintive quiet whining from the abrupt cessation of affection, only holding in place. But even his heavy breathing and gentle pleas to continue remain unanswered, as if ignoring how needy he remained, excited enough to tremble when you touch his chest, letting him feel your breath on sensitive hot skin. Even his wet puppy-dog look remains without any reaction when you close his eyes, bending down to ruddy ear, forcing him to stop breathing from too close, sweet touch, as if his heart might stop, unable to withstand too much desired proximity.

Yuuta does not know what he is thinking when agrees to everything you say, only wishing that you would not stop, perfectly aware that you would not offer anything bad, you are always so good, so perfect that the only thing that can go wrong is that it was spoiled by his wrong behavior.

Maybe you were wrong sometimes, but harm him? Never — even when fingers touch neck; kissing his wet hot cheeks, assuring that you are doing everything only for him, you are always here only for him, and everything you can, you give only to him. The most dear and precious thing in life that you would like to always have with you, with whom you would like to create a family and a home where you can always return; it would be nice if Yuuta lived as a sweet spouse, wouldn't it?

When he turns his head so sweetly to the side, letting you kiss face and neck, you can't help but think that the most correct thing would be to just keep him in your pocket, hidden from everyone, and know that he will always be there, no matter what happens,

and this makes his head spin too much, as if from euphoria,

but when Yuuta tries to tell you this, you just kiss without letting him utter a word, almost purring about how small and pretty he is, like a toy, and so cute that you would like to bite to cope with all these sensations; but he's already yours, so you shouldn't worry, right? Always and forever yours.

It's all good. He can relax. He's safe. You take care of it.

You know what you're doing,

and when he hears it, he feels too safe to question anything, like how your words sound, or what you're doing besides snuggling up to him.

In the end, it doesn't matter — he feels so tired, warm, wet, so blissful that even an inarticulate whisper that you will bring him home seems like a fantasy created by overexcited brain, so confused and foggy from just a few kisses, he loves you so much, and even when you gently stroke him, assuring that he will soon be good, he wants to say that he is already good, so good, and you are so good, too good for him, and

he loves you so MUCH,

even when his consciousness begins to slip away under your loving touch.

Everything around seems to be a hazy line between reality and sleep, which inflamed tired mind created, looking for something that could make him wake up and be pulled out of the created illusion, but there are no running shadows, no glittering eyes — nothing that would make him wake up from delirium, it's as if he was trapped in this unfamiliar dark room, anxiously realizing that you are not around, but not being able to get up and look for you, unable to move, even when heart starts beating faster from growing anxiety and fear that something has happened to you.

But when your — he knows that your, he feels — hands touch him, stroking his hair, saying that now he is at home, no one and nothing will stop, you will be a family now, Yuuta cannot even mentally refuse, only knowing that you are satisfied with the gentle silence caused by his obedience. Your words sound like through a column of water, and his body is so weak, wadded, and you keep saying something, but he can't even listen, catching the words abruptly, — almost purring when you stroke his face, slowly descending with your fingers to his neck.

But something else is pressing against his skin — what makes him start to come to his senses.

You knew it would look great.

♡ Yuuta lies on the bed, wrapped in a nice blanket, draws in an album, reads books that you bring and leave, and sometimes watches TV; even if there are many more things, lying wherever possible (including a laptop without an Internet connection), which you have prepared to occupy him while he "trying to understand everything" or when you are busy, Yuuta has already noticed that his long passivity is more likely to cause your arrival than the appearance that he is happy, and even if it is manipulative — it is he who is locked up here, isn't it?

Compared to the fact that he can't go anywhere outside the room without permission, the fact that he forces you to come and spend time with him, since you can't see him so sad, are little things that are easy to close eyes to, especially when you sit on the bed, making his heart skips a beat from excitement, and stroke, asking what you can do for him — besides letting out, of course. Why would he leave if you're here, right? He has no need to leave this house, if only here you can always be together, as he wanted. Now it's a new house that you both will make the most cozy and pleasant place, in which you can live together as you wanted, spending all the time with each other, as if stuck together. Wasn't that what he craved, clinging to you and guarding at the entrance, waiting for you to come out to pick him up? After all, he wanted to live together — and isn't this room that you have prepared for him wonderful?

Yuuta shouldn't be too upset; for everyone, he is "on a trip to another country", only you know that he stayed, preferring to be with you, so he should stop being naughty, even if it may cause inconvenience since this is not the room he is used to — but you didn't become different! You still love him and want to stay with him forever, and he will soon realize that, in fact, his feelings have not changed either, even if the situation has become different!

For him, there should be you and only you, even if he could have already weaned himself from this feeling — but when his arms are wrapped around you, poking his nose, curling up around, you know that you are saying all this for a reason. Yuuta hears and listens, knowing that you are doing this for him, and he is not at all as persistent as you thought he would be, saying that 'this is a lie' — rather, it seemed to you that nothing has changed, he will even eat from your hands if you want. And even knowing that it can only be a trap, designed to lull your caution and convince you that he is tame, you can't brush him off, but playing with his hair while he's napping, almost purring with pleasure, like a huge cat, as if his neck isn't chained with a collar with your name on it — and as if he is not the victim who should fight instead of hiding in your hands and calling you just to spend even more time together.

he can only do this to deceive you.

But when you look at his sleeping gentle face, finally finding peace after the restless expectation of your arrival, for some reason you feel too relaxed, involuntarily realizing that yes, he is here, he is at home,

you are at home.

... Yuuta still wraps himself in a blanket when wants you to come, pampering him with your attention and caresses, but you can't help but take a little more things with you than usual, sometimes sitting for several hours, enjoying his measured breathing during sleep or a loving look from somewhere under the blanket while you're working (even if you still can't figure out why everything looks more like living together than semi-forced relocation).

♡ Of course, you spend enough time together every day — besides the fact that Yuuta has to get used to you again and start trusting, realizing that this was done for the sake of your and his love, you just loved to hang out like nothing happened, and Yuuta doesn't mind; putting his head on your shoulder when you speak, offering to play or watch, sometimes just lying on bed and chatting, almost wrapping around you, making sure that you are completely squeezed and caught by him, not being able to escape in any case.

Yuuta is not physically strong, at least not so strong that you would have any problems with it in case of a physical confrontation, but you still can't find the strength to brush him off when he comfortably lies down next to you or on you, poking his nose, as if trying to merge from how insistently Yuuta presses in search of your warmth; when his skin tingles from an unusual sensation, even in spite of how often you caress him, letting him hide face in your chest or hug, holding tight, almost puppy-like poking at you, waiting for you to be able to give him attention. Perhaps from that moment he became even more needy and clingy, even if you can't say that he spends more time alone now than before — but he still whines when you want to leave and diligently prepares for your arrival, just to keep you longer, sometimes trying desperately to convince you to stay with him for the night or hold him until he falls asleep.

And although you can't be too frivolous, knowing that your beloved is more than cunning, you still can't leave the room earlier than a few hours, spending all the time hugging him, kissing his face and saying how good he is, almost shamelessly pampering and caressing, being simply unable to leave until you tell him how glad you are that he is so calm and understanding, especially when he wraps around in response, gently kissing, saying that he is happy to be with you, while your fingers touch his neck, outlining the letters of your name, which Yuuta does not try to hide even if his cheeks are blushing, feeling your slow touch.

Perhaps, he blushes even more only when you start to pamper and cherish him even more fiercely, spending every second to make sure that he feels loved, knowing that only you can love him so much, only you can take care of him and make his head spin with delight, knowing that you are not even planning to stop yet — until you make sure that he definitely remembers something, seeing his dusty look or the rosy tips of his ears when he hides face in the pillow, but does not try to run away or move away.

Not that even running away can help him when you kiss, playing with his hair, whispering about how precious he is, how glad you are that he is where he should be, how good that he is so pliable and affectionate — just like before, when he couldn't live without you, almost crying when you wanted to leave him and clinging so desperately during the goodbye that even if he didn't say anything, you could feel how upset he was. Only now you will not go anywhere and will not leave, just like him — now you will always be together, like the family he wanted so much when begged you never to give up on him, hiding his face in your clothes, drinking too much to even realize that you are not pushing him away, but trying to help, and digging his fingers into your skin so hard that bruises appeared there.

Of course, now you will make sure that this will not happen again — you swear that you will love him and spoil him until he realizes how much you adore him, since you are destined to be together forever now.

And the fact that Yuuta makes your head spin, as if from a euphoric attack, when his thin, hot lips kiss yours, makes you only more intoxicated.

♡ You and Yuuta have never had penetrative sex. Not that it was anything strange, a sufficient number of couples do not do it before the wedding to "be clean", but for Yuuta it was never a matter of innocence or giftedness — your body seemed incredible, exciting, and the thought that you would go even further was connected with something more intimate and deep, which made his heart sink into embarrassment and shame, realizing that he wants a lot; much more than you are certainly ready to give, already overly cherishing someone as needy and clumsy as he is, who might as well spend days in bed with you without getting out. If Yuuta asked for even more, he would simply be greedy, if not desperate, begging you to let him continue and try to take even more even when you are clearly exhausted.

But when your fingers slide over his hips, assuring him to continue rubbing even if his movements become clumsy with excitement, Yuuta is close to drooling, whining your name while you encourage him not to stop, blindly whispering praise and enthusiastic words; when he fidgets nervously, feeling you stop, making him stay a little apart, apologizing in a muffled voice at the sight of his confused, ruddy expression — to immediately pull him on yourself, pressing even harder, hearing only his enthusiastic, amazed moan when your bodies touch again.

Wet, hot, soft — as if every time your fingers squeeze it, Yuuta becomes even more pleasant to the touch, like a cute toy, too pretty to resist temptation, convincing him not to cling so tightly while you hump him, taking care that every movement causes him to moan mixed with whining, every time making you tremble with delight, knowing that it is you who make him feel like this, that it is you who are holding him in your hands now, that it is you who are the center of his attention and the only one he can think of is you.

His arms are hugging you so tightly, trying to move more sharply, more confidently, listening only to your approving words, feeling how his clothes are getting too tight, but not having the opportunity to undress, fearing that you may disappear, slip away, remove him from your hips as soon as he is distracted — almost forcing him to slide on you, making sure that he is not too carried away and moves comfortably, even if you want, need more,

it is not enough,

it's so not enough that you would rather press him down hard and move on your own, but instead say something to make sure that he knows 'everything is fine', even if you can't stop squeezing and grabbing him in a shameless manner, causing him to tremble.

... His waist is easy to wrap around, like a doll's, with unmarked uncovered skin, easily turning red when you press on it — but even if he wanted to somehow hinder you by finishing teasing strokes, it would be impossible. His hands are not tied so tightly that it hurts, leaving red marks, but if Yuuta jerks sharply, he will still experience pain — and it seems more than fair to you, even if he cannot stop twitching from the lightest touch, squirming when you are distracted, trying to attract attention again, almost suffocating when you actually return, carefully exposing his body further and further. But even if his body tries to shrink, hide from the caress, trembling when you deliberately slowly move fingers higher — and immediately grab, changing the tease to a rough grip, until his body relaxes again, humbling, letting you do whatever you want; squeezing and rubbing while Yuuta wants to start squirming again, feeling how everything inside him pulsates and burns whenever you touch.

When you're so focused on him that without noticing (or pretending) gaze, looking into your eyes, wishing to ask you to be more merciful, — but just bites his lips, holding himself in place, afraid that even a hint of a desire to pause will be perceived as a desire to stop everything that is happening "which he simply cannot express openly",

but going insane when you paw his body, squeezing and groping until Yuuta starts whining, trembling from excessive affection, making his eyes water; desperately drooling when you only become even more enthusiastic, as if concentrating on make him even louder; sighs, moans, screams, whining, whimpering, suffocating sounds — everything that can prove what he is now so vulnerable and open to you, afraid only that you will decide to stop when his thighs are so wet and hot. While you continue to kiss, making him feel abnormal with delight, mixed with how sensitive his body is after you play, that even a light breath is enough for him to start wriggling again, trying to crawl away, but being deftly caught by the hips, not allowing to dodge your touches.

Even if tying him up might look a little hasty, you were more than aware of how smart your beloved is and that you can't trust him in this position until you make sure he won't do anything silly or hide dangerous objects somewhere. No matter how much you loved him, being willing to do anything for him, it didn't make sense if he was trying to fight back, luring with false submission and enthusiasm.

However, the way Yuuta whined in frustration when you moved, struggling with the ropes to touch you, awkwardly trying to wrap legs around to snuggle closer — made you feel dizzy, feeling his heart beating feverishly under your fingers from overexcitation and inability to reach the peak. When was the last time you saw him like this? When has he been so horny and adorable in the past, even if he behaved like an puppy? When he was just as desperate to stick in an attempt to find satisfaction, even if you gave him nothing but even more stimulation, from which his body could not stop shaking?

When was the last time Yuuta looked at you like that,

being ready to do anything if only you would start spoiling him again?

He immediately understands what you want when you touch his lips, looking into wet misty eyes and caressing hot cheeks, — and silently agrees, opening mouth, letting you slide inside and pushing fingers further, forcing him to tilt his head back slightly. But when you resume the movement, just so that he feels incredibly good, letting him feel how excited you are, Yuuta gently bites your fingers, urging you not to delay, even when gasps whenever you push it too deep, making adorable sounds mixed with tears from excitement and discomfort, from which he can't refuse, insisting that you don't stop.

If you could, you would capture this moment forever, in this stuffy dark room with Yuuta, for whom you were the center of everything.

And the fact that you whisper praise to him, without ceasing to rub and squeeze, talking about how hot and pliable he is, even better than when you fucked him before, you want to breed him so much right now — it's enough for him to cum in front of your eyes, knowing that you are not taking them away from him.

And Yuuta adores it — even when the ropes dig into his skin again while trying to hug you,

because it doesn't matter so much when you look at him in such a way that he is ready to lose consciousness.

♡ Yuuta has a little belly — such that you can easily cover most of it with palm, especially when stroking, seeing his excited gaze directed at your hand, understanding that you calm him down before start, being ready to stop at any moment. But for someone scared, he is already too wet, especially when your fingers slide lower, getting under his clothes, while lips are gently kissing his ruddy face, carefully preparing him and relaxing under constant caresses that stupefy him no less than your presence so close that he can feel your breath.

Was it his fault that from one kiss he was ready to agree to anything you want? Definitely not — especially when you whisper that you are ready, tearing an intimate touch under his plaintive whining, and slowly spread his hips, showing wet spots and trembling legs; the clothes slip off his legs easily, but you don't let him cross them, stroking soothingly, assuring that everything will be fine, even when your touch is too close to the wet bottom of his stomach, almost teasing, helping him switch from fear to excitement, reminding what you want to give during your first time, letting him feel how serious you are when you snuggle up to the soaked fabric of his underwear.

However, even when your fingers, wet from lube and pre-cum, gently stretch him, carefully pushing and filling; even when Yuuta whines about how 'empty and ready ', shaking again from the orgasm; even when you feel so excited that you are ready to directly make him to turn on stomach, fucking until such a state that he will definitely breed up to the point of losing consciousness — you know that Yuuta is not prepared yet, that you must continue if you want him to feel good, even if he squeezes you so greedily, as if assuring you to just stay inside, enjoying his warm and pliability. So wet that you can hear squelching sounds mixed with heavy breathing and moans when you are too persistent, while he drools, squeezing again only to cum, fighting the urge to roll his eyes as you continue through the orgasm, not even giving him a possible respite.

If it was an ordinary time, you would have stopped the last time, but you just keep fondling and stretching, feeling that he is still too tight and tense.

By the time the fingers disappear, Yuuta no longer understands anything, experiencing the last waves of orgasm with the realization that this is not the end, even if he physically can no longer, only obediently letting you throw his legs over your shoulders, completely trusting himself to you,

even when he is filled again, much more than before, trembling from the orgasm that has not yet passed and from painful pleasure, feeling how every part of body aches from the incessant fondling — especially when you you lift his hips slightly, making them even more comfortable on shoulders, letting him feel how deep you are, without encountering any resistance from his tired swollen body, sticky with juice and sweat, ideally taking you so deep that with every breath he can see how his stomach bulges.

Some time ago, he didn't even dare to think about how you would fuck him, tying his hands and forcing him to cum until he turns out to be so weak in your arms, — but now the only thing he can think about is how good it feels when you don't stop, gradually becoming rougher, not being shy of wet slaps from which his cheeks seem to blush even more, nor the moans that become loud again every time you drive inside. When he incoherently purrs something, trying to praise, but everything turns into inarticulate screams interrupted by new thrusts, stretching him well and wide for you, like a cute toy, too weak to even help you, let alone 'fight back', not even being able to finish when he shivers from too intense sensations, squeezing you even tighter.

His body is hot, soft, wet, greedy, looking for pleasure even when he has already received enough and should not be so needy, but still trying to make you cum in him to feel good, full, as it should be, even if he can only stick out his tongue, begging you to kiss him, and suffocate while you gently but deeply kiss him, not at all with the same force with which you stuff him, preparing to accept everything you give, forcing him to slide on soaked sheets sticking to the skin from how excited he is, stupidly looking for you in puppy addiction even when Yuuta can't anymore — and when he whines shrilly, choking, seeing stars in front of eyes with delight and painful stimulation while his stomach is filled with you, becoming so hot and rounded that his body relaxes even more, letting the cum flow out while Yuuta blissfully closes eyes, breathing heavily with his mouth open, straining and immediately unclenching.

When you gently press on his stomach, Yuuta just whimpers, begging you not to make him relax and let everything flow when he feels so good with you, filling him to the brim, but you are more than adamant, even when he is still whining audibly, trying to resist, but quickly gives up, knowing that he cannot even remove your hands. Perhaps you just liked to see how his hips and sheets are stained when he can no longer restrain himself, giving you what you want, whining in frustration from resentment, wanting to at least push you away during a rebellious mood, but he hardly even raises head, not that he can express his frustration physically, instead relaxing even more, completely drowning, even when your fingers slide inside, as if checking how well he did, and Yuuta regrets that can't complain about you, but instead tries not to interfere, breathing deeply.

He perceives your turning him over on stomach as something unimportant, but when you push his hips apart, putting him on his knees, the body reacts with a sweet tremor, realizing what you want — but not being able to do anything other than drool, even when he's full again, feeling your hot breath, the way your chest is pressed against his back, so close that he can almost hear your heart beating, so so so close, that he can't help but squeeze you in a last attempt to make you want not to stop, stuffing him anew after everything that has leaked.

And even if it's not normal, even it's absolutely not normal that he gets so intoxicated when you fuck him from behind, the person who kidnapped him and locked him up here, keeping him tied up, leaving him alone and acting as if nothing happened, as if it should be, — then he is even more abnormal, since he is ready to cum only from the realization that it is you who are now breeding him, squeezing and spanking, biting, marking, purring contentedly when he tries to move hips back, even if his whole body hurts, realizing late that you have become even more intense and rougher, whispering something, but the only thing Yuuta hears is the noise of blood when rests his hands so as not to lose balance, belatedly catching himself thinking that he rests his hands, before you press his face into the pillow, lifting his hips higher, getting ready to fill his flexible lustful body again — and reaching a peak when you see how he stretches his hand to yours, trying to intertwine them, cumming when you squeeze his wet palm with your own.

... You don't think you'll be able to get up — not for a few hours, at least. Yuuta doesn't mind — not when you lie on him, pleasantly pressing down on the bed, gently kissing his wet face.

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mommycity · 4 months

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Me thinks Toji would like to suck dick even if it’s just a strap. Rather he’s on his knees or hoisting you up in the air he’s sucking dick. He folds his tongue around the tip and smirks at the taste bc he’s a SLUT. And it’s always sloppy, he’s drooling and making out with the shaft before absolutely deep throating till the base. No gag relax either and forces you to feel his throat as your cock slides down it. eye contact? Oh absolutely. And when you cum? He’s smearing it on his lips like lip gloss cause he’s a WHORE

#jujutsu toji #jjk toji #jujitsu kaisen #jjk x reader #amab reader #amab reader x toji #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #toji x y/n #toji x gn!reader #reader could also have a strap #toji smut #fucking whoreeeee

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shuosen · 6 months

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hey can we appreciate afab gojo for a minute.. dicks are great and all but can we focus on gojo with a pussy because he definitely sobs when you play with it. rub your fingers through his folds and brush against his clit every now and then and he’s whining like a fucking dog, his blue eyes shiny and glassy with tears.

and his hole? he’s so wet, you barely even need lube but when you do add it, your fingers are sliding right into him with no resistance, his cunt easily giving way for you to stretch him out enough to take your cock. the lewd noises coming from him ( and his cunt) sound good enough to play on repeat, and his pretty pussy, w his wetness smeared all over it, his clit all hard and flushed looks good enough to eat.

maybe you do, maybe you stick your face in between his legs, licking and sucking like your life depends on it, eating up his slick like its your favorite drink. lick above his hole or his clit while your fingers are thrusting inside of him and he’ll squirt all over your face with a loud whine thats close to being a squeal, his milky thighs closing on the sides of your head, and if youre not willing to suffocate there, are you even sane?

dont stop after he cums, he’s a good boy for you, and he’s willing to stay still as you devour him, because he knows you’re not only eating his pussy for his pleasure, but yours too. he’ll mumble a quiet “no more” and moan that its “too much” but you know he can take it, so you keep stretching him out and eating him up,, and only after the third time he cums into your mouth do you stop.

maybe you’ll fuck his cunt and tear a few more orgasms from him, making him squirt on your cock until he’s passing out or crawling away. maybe you’ll have him suck you off, bruising the back of his throat while listening to him choke and gurgle around it, struggling to take you.

its up to you, because he’ll do anything to please you.

#☆ shuowrites #sub gojo #top amab reader #top gn reader #sub jjk #gojo x top reader #top male reader #sub gojo satoru #sub jujutsu kaisen #gojo x top gn reader #gojo x top male reader #afab gojo

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guizika · 5 months

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Hey! I'm Guilherme, a Brazilian reader and writer. Well, English is not my first language so there may be some writing errors, but I will try to do my best.

I write for fun, maybe it takes a while because I have some other things to do.

Well, you can just call me Gui, I hope you like it and that's it!

This is a reader x character blog!

Requests: Open

Characters I write for:

MK1 - Bi-Han (Sub-Zero), Johnny Cage, Syzoth and Tomas (Smoke).

JJK - Gojo Satoru, Itadori Yuuji, Megumi Fushiguro, Sukuna.

SPN - Castiel, Crowley, Dean Winchester, Jack Kline and Sam Winchester.

Tokyo Revengers - Ken Ryuguji (Draken), Takashi Mitsuya and Shuji Hanma

The Boys - Billy Butcher, Frenchie, Homelander, Hughie Campbell and Kimiko.

TWD - Daryl, Glenn, Negan and Rick.

Scream - Billy Loomis and Stu Matcher.

(More characters and even fandoms may be added over time.)

Request rules:

◎ i will not write incest, pedophilia, homophobia, racism, etc.

◎ i will not write character x character or oc x character.

◎ i will not write things that make me uncomfortable.

◎ I only write for Male, FTM and GN readers.

◎ I will respect requests and will accept those that follow the rules.

Masterlist

More about me

#dom male reader #top male reader #amab reader #ftm reader #mortal kombat x male reader #jujutsu kaisen x gender neutral reader #the boys x male reader #gn reader #male reader insert #male reader #supernatural #spn x male reader #twd x male reader #anime x male reader

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oppopotamus · 8 months

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Handcuffs

nanami kento x bottom male reader

Warning: NSFW, face-fucking, handcuffs, anal sex, choking, praise, use of pet names like sir (Nanami receiving), baby, doll (You receiving), not proof-read soz

Nanami walked through the front door to your house after such a long tiring day at work.

"Nami! I'm in here." He heard you call you, he dropped his stuff on the ground, loosened his tie, and started heading up the stairs to your bedroom.

He opened the door to see you standing there all too happy with too huge of a smile on your face.

"I have a surprise for you!" You said happily as you rocked back and forth on your feet whilst hiding your hands behind your back since you were obviously hiding something from him.

Nanami sighs, "And what exactly is it that you're hiding behind your back?" Nanami unties his tie and drapes it over the chair in the room, taking off his blazer and doing the same.

"You have to close your eyes first!" You say, Nanami just sighs once again.

"Very well," Nanami closes his eyes and waits for you to say something or do something.

"You promise me that your eyes are closed?" You ask and Nanami nods, "I promise, (Name)."

"Okay good, now hold out your hands in front of you." Nanami hesitates but does as you say when suddenly he feels something cold and slightly heavy being placed into his hands.

He slowly opens his eyes to see what you gave him and,

"Are these handcuffs, (Name)...?"

You nod aggressively in response. Nanami's face turns hot but his blush is invisible.

"Sooo... What do you think?" You ask. Nanami finally pulls himself together and holds the handcuffs in one hand, moving his hand up and down as though he was testing how heavy they were.

"Hm." Nanami huffs.

"Hey! What's that supposed to mean?" You cross your arms and get embarrassed at the fact that Nanami must not like your 'present'.

"Are these real handcuffs?" Nanami questions. "Oh yeah! I stole them off of a police officer!" You giggle behind your hand as Nanami looks at you in disbelief.

Nanami sighs and shakes his head. "Very well then, put your hands behind your back if that's what you want so badly."

"Yes sir." You blush and do as he says, turning around and letting him put the handcuffs on your wrists.

Nanami then walks around in front of you grabbing a fist full of your hair and gently pushing you down. You understand what he's trying to do and slowly get down on your knees, carefully as to not fall onto your knees and hurt them since you don't have your hands to brace you.

"Such a pretty doll, aren't you baby?" Nanami says down to you. You nod in response, your face heating up as he caresses your hair and traces the back of his fingers down your cheek and jaw.

You shiver as he touches you so gently. He's always so gentle at first until it starts to get heated and he starts throwing you around as if you were a toy.

Nanami stands there, simply admiring you for a second until he gestures to the bed.

"Lie down, on your back. With your head off the bed." Nanami orders you and without hesitation you scramble up and attempt to lie yourself on the bed the way he commanded.

It's a little tricky at first and you feel embarrassed as he just continues to stare at you in your struggle.

Though, eventually you manage to do it and Nanami walks over to you, standing with his crotch right near your face.

You want to reach out but you can't since Nanami has his hand on your throat keeping you in place, not choking you but just placed there as sort of a warning. Plus your hands are handcuffed behind your back.

Nanami brings his hand back to his pants and un-does his belt, then his pant buttons and finally his zipper before pulling them down.

You can see the tent in his boxers, he's rock hard, I mean so are you but you're much more focused on just having Nanami's cock in your mouth.

Nanami finally takes off his boxers and his cock springs out.

It's hard and leaking over your face.

You want to reach out and lick it but you can't since Nanami's hand is back on your throat. Keeping your head in place.

Nanami reaches his free hand down to move his cock so it presses against your lips.

Slowly you open your mouth as he presses in. Nanami hisses at the heat of your mouth, hips shaking slightly until he steadies himself out and starts moving steadily.

He doesn't push his entire length on which makes you whine and attempt to move your hands around to force his cock down your throat more but alas, your hands are still handcuffed.

Nanami slowly moves both of his hands to your throat and squeezes it, so gently that you almost don't even feel it. But it's still enough to make you squirm.

Nanami's hands stay glued to your throat, squeezing it tightly every now and again which makes your thighs quiver.

"Alright baby, I'm gonna put it in deeper now." Nanami says, you can't respond since your hands are tied and Nanami's dick is halfway down your throat.

Ever so slowly Nanami eases his dick down your throat until it hits the back of your throat. You attempt to not choke but it doesn't work as the second he starts moving you gag around his cock.

He pulls all the way back out, a long line of spit and drool connecting his cock to your lips.

Spit trails down your face and you can't wipe it off so it just sticks to your face, making a mess.

"You okay, doll?" Nanami asks. You nod aggressively and whine just wanting his dick back down your throat.

"Use your words." Nanami commands. "Please sir.." You utter out.

Nanami listens and brings his cock back to your face and slams his cock down your throat, fucking your face aggressively as you whine and choke.

Nanami grunts every time you tighten your lips around his cock when he pulls back, only to thrust deeply in again.

You whine and attempt to pull your hands out, wanting nothing more than to stroke your own length. It's painfully hard and you can't take it anymore.

You move your hands back and forth attempting to break the handcuffs off to no avail. They're real handcuffs so you eventually just give up.

Nanami taking the hint pulls off of your face. Mountains of spit and drool ride down your face and all over Nanami's cock.

Nanami looks down at your pants to see your excruciatingly painful erection and feels some pity on you.

He grabs you and turns you around so now your ass is at the end of the bed rather than your face.

You feel slightly light headed after having your head hanging for so long. You dizzly look at Nanami, waiting for him to do something.

Nanami smirks and pulls your pants down, letting your own cock spring free.

You hiss at the feeling of the cold air hitting your embarrassingly hard cock. Nanami leans down, squeezing it before letting go and leans over to the bedside table.

He pulls out a bottle of lube that's nearly completely empty, you really need to replace that soon.

He pours a generous amount onto his fingers and brings them to your hole, gently pressing into it, stretching you out so you're prepped enough to take him.

You writhe around at the feeling of his fingers stretching you, no matter how many times he does this it always hurts at first.

But Nanami is always so gentle at the start, he treats you with such gentle care that it makes your heart flutter.

No matter how many times you both do this it always gives you butterflies in your stomach and makes you smile.

You truly love this man and how caring he is to you, no matter how embarrassing it is he always takes such good care of you.

Finally, Nanami deems you prepped enough and maneuvers his cock to your hole and gently presses in.

You both simultaneously moan and the stretch and when he's completely sheathed inside of you, you both simply stay there for a moment, breathing heavily together and just stay at peace for the moment.

You completely understand each other in these moments and feel as though you are one.

It's once Nanami starts moving again you forget all about that and only focus on three things. One, you think about Nanami. Two, you think about getting Nanami to cum and three, you think about your own pleasure.

Nanami moves slowly at first but eventually speeds up. You both moan when he gets faster and Nanami moves one hand to your throat and the other to rest behind your head.

Nanami chokes you just enough so that you can still breathe but gives you that slight light-headedness that you love so much.

He speeds up, getting faster and faster as he squeezes your neck tighter and tighter.

You choke and look up at him with tears in your eyes as he stares straight back with such intensity that you feel like you might cum on the spot.

You don't, but you're close.

"N-Nami.. I'm gonna.." You mumble off, not even being able to finish your sentence before you're leaking white from your cock and all over your stomach.

"Fuck.." Nanami lets out before he's cumming hard, painting your walls.

You both just stay there for a moment until Nanami leans down, giving you a kiss.

You both stay until your breaths come back and your orgasms have worn off.

Nanami flips you over and grabs the handcuffs.

"(Name), where are the keys to the handcuffs?" Nanami asks and suddenly it hits you. "Uhh..." You say in response and Nanami just sighs.

"I'll go get the pliers." Nanami says, placing a kiss on your temple before leaving to get the tools to chop the handcuffs off of your wrists.

You lay on your stomach and sigh happily, feeling peace for the time being.

Ah, how you love that man.

#male reader smut #amab reader #male reader #bottom male reader #sub male reader #jjk x male reader #jujutsu kaisen #nanami kento #jjk nanami

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