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satisfied - kento nanami

summary: you confess your previous partners have never made you cum before. with nanami, that just won't do

warning: nsfw!, 18+, smut, cunnilingus, oral, fem receiving, fingering, nanami cursing, orgasm, fluff

you hadn’t meant to say it aloud—you certainly hadn’t planned on telling kento something so personal over a quiet night at his place. but there it was, out in the open– you’ve never cum before. 

nanami pauses, wine still in hand, his eyes narrowing slightly as he registers your words.

“you’ve… never?” he asks softly, his voice carrying a mix of surprise and concern.

“well…no. not with a partner, at least” you murmur. you look away, fiddling with the couch pillow nearby. your relationship isn’t new, but nanami is a gentleman and hasn’t crossed that line just yet. 

“can i ask why?”. he doesn’t want to be rude, but it’s shocking that no one has ever made you finish before. 

the question hangs in the air, and for a moment, you hesitate, feeling the weight of his attention, the openness in his request. no one had ever asked you that before. you take a deep breath, gathering your thoughts, and try to put words to the things you’ve always wanted but never dared to ask for.

“no one’s ever focused on what i like, i guess…” you start. nanami frowns. 

kento’s voice is a low murmur in the quiet space between you, his gaze warm but intent as he watches your expression. "what do you like?" he says softly, his hand gently tracing along your arm. kento’s gaze remains fixed on you, gentle yet intensely focused, as though he’s savoring every word you say. there’s no pressure—just a pure, open curiosity, a desire to understand you in a way no one else has.

your cheeks are warm, but his steady gaze reassures you. “i… i like when things are intentional” you begin, your voice a bit shy. he nods, encouraging you. 

his hand brushes over your skin. "good" he murmurs. it’s simple, but his praise sends a thrill through you, filling you with a quiet excitement. kento leans closer, his whole presence focused entirely on you. “anything else?” he asks. his tone is inviting and you know you can trust him. 

the words come easier now, slipping out as if they were waiting to be heard. “i like when things are slow. i want to feel like i’m the only thing on your mind. and i want to feel… cherished. like everything you do is just for me”. your cheeks are pink as you finish. nanami appreciates your honesty. he waits patiently for you to finish, wanting you to be heard. 

“you are the only thing on my mind,” he says softly, his voice deep with a seriousness that leaves no room for doubt. “from the moment i met you, that’s how it’s been”. 

your heart pounds at his confession. you take in a breath. his confession is both romantic and incredibly attractive. the intensity of his gaze makes your heart race, and he smiles faintly, as though he can sense the effect he’s having on you.

he brings your hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles, lingering there for a moment before he meets your eyes again. “may i?” he asks. he doesn’t have to say more for you to understand what he means. you nod, heart racing. nanami stands and extends a hand for you to take. you place your hand in his, letting him lead you to the bedroom.

when he reaches the bed he turns to you, leaning in close and gently cupping your face. 

“do you trust me?” he asks. you nod, your breath hitching slightly, anticipation and excitement swirling within you.

"yes". you trust him completely, and you know he’s about to make this an experience you’ll never forget.

kento gently guides you toward him, leaning in. his kiss is slow, unhurried, each movement of his lips against yours full of intention. you hum softly against him. there’s no rush, no need to get anywhere too fast. 

you hear a pleased exhale from kento. he pulls you even closer, his hands moving with the kind of precision that reveals his deliberate nature. his hands slip to your shoulders, fingers skimming down your arms as he deepens the kiss with an insistent tenderness that leaves you breathless, your mind slipping further from coherent thought. kento's touch travels down your body slowly, lingering with deliberate care as he explores every inch of you. his hands slide over your hips, giving your skin gentle squeezes and rubs like he’s worshiping you in every way he knows how. 

you let out a sigh as his lips brush over your jaw and down to your neck. his hands continue their journey, exploring you with a tenderness that no one else has. he’s grateful for every second, every touch he’s allowed. his touch is soft as it is purposeful, fully immersed in the experience of bringing you pleasure. there’s purpose in every touch, as if he’s engraving each sensation into his memory, wanting to give you exactly what you like, what you need. 

his fingers slip beneath the fabric of your shirt as he begins to rid you out of your clothes. he undresses you with a gentle care that makes you blush. once you’re bare for him, kento gently lays you down on the bed, his hands supporting you as he settles you against the mattress. he hovers over you, his gaze taking in all of you, eyes filled with an appreciation that’s pure and genuine. 

“you’re so beautiful” he murmurs, his voice low and warm, the words spilling out like a confession. his hands explore you slowly as kento’s lips trail lower, pressing soft kisses against your skin that leave you breathless, your pulse quickening under his attention. he listens to every reaction, lips finding each sensitive spot. his hands cradle your hips, fingers pressing gently into your skin, steadying you as he kisses his way down. 

when he hovers over you he takes a moment to appreciate how wet you are before dipping his head between your legs. his tongue slowly trails its way from your entrance to your hood, getting a full taste of you. nanami lets out a deep hum. 

“oh-fuck yeah” he sighs. the tone of his voice sends a chill through you.  

you bite your lip to hold back a desperate moan. he’s barely started and you’re already crumbling beneath him.

“don’t hold back” he murmurs, his voice a deep, sensual rasp that makes you whimper. “i want to hear you.” you feel yourself melt. nanami is attentive, listening to each sound you make. and each time he feels you react, he pauses to murmur words of encouragement, his praise quiet but sincere.

you gasp and instinctively try to squirm away as he inserts his thick fingers into you. the stretch of it alone feels impossibly good. nanami brings your hips back to him. “let me take care of you” he whispers against you as he eases his way in. and you do, surrendering to him completely and letting yourself feel everything he’s offering.

your moans fill the room as nanami takes his time to pleasure you, both with his lips and fingers. he takes his time to find every sensitive spot with just enough pressure to build you up slowly, 

for the first time, you feel like your pleasure truly matters, that someone is as invested in your experience as you are. he listens to you carefully, focusing solely on your pleasure. he adjusts his touch and his pace, responding to each shift in your body until he hears your moans increase in pitch. the sensations are more intense than anything you’ve ever felt before.

the pleasure builds slowly, each wave more intense than the last, until you’re on the edge, teetering between control and complete surrender. his name falls from your lips, trying to warn him of the sensation no one’s ever made you feel before.

when nanami finally brings you to that breaking point, his name spills from your lips in a breathless cry, your body shuddering as waves of pleasure crash over you. the release is overwhelming, an intensity that leaves you trembling underneath him. he fingers and tongue don’t stop, working you through it so you can feel its full effects.

when nanami finally brings his actions to a halt, you’re fully satisfied, brain fuzzy and body feeling like you’re floating. he holds you close as you come down, his touch gentle and his lips pressing soft kisses along your forehead, your cheeks, your jaw.

with nanami, you’ll never have to worry about not being satisfied. he’ll focus on you for as long as you like. he wants you to enjoy every experience with him because it’s everything you deserve. it's a promise that he’ll continue drawing out every ounce of pleasure he knows you’ve never felt before.

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confession - toji fushiguro

summary: toji, in his own complicated way, loves you and fears it's too late to tell you

warning: toxic!toji, toji being vulnerable, fluff, angst, almost crying, possessive!toji

your heart races as you grip the door handle, refusing to look back. the weight of yet another argument lingers heavily on you, each harsh word replaying in your mind, cutting deeper with every step you take away from him. you’ve reached the end of your patience with toji's anger, his possessiveness—it’s too much, too hard, too painful to keep holding onto hope that things might someday change.

just as you start to turn the handle, you feel his hand wrap around your wrist, firm and unyielding, stopping you in your tracks. you try to pull away, but his grip only tightens. “don’t walk away from me” he says, his voice low and fierce, barely masking the desperation underneath. there’s an urgency there you’ve never quite heard from him before, but you force yourself to ignore it. 

“let me go” you fight him, wanting to leave before he can see you break down.

toji doesn’t respond with words. instead, he turns you around and pins you against the door, his presence overwhelming. his chest heaves, his jaw tight with a frustration that almost mirrors your own, and before you can get another word in, he leans down, capturing your lips in a kiss that’s fierce and insistent, as if he’s trying to solve every misunderstanding and apologize for every argument.

your hands instinctively go to his chest, pushing him away with all the anger and hurt you feel, but his lips are unrelenting, filled with a need that’s raw and intense. your resolve crumbles as you feel the weight of his emotions breaking through the hard shell he so often hides behind. against every logical thought, you find yourself giving in, your hands softening against his chest as he pulls you closer, every breath, every touch, pleading with you to understand him.

finally, when you’re no longer fighting him, he pulls back just enough to press his forehead against yours, his breaths coming heavy and ragged. his hands hold your shoulders, afraid that if he lets go you might run away.

he doesn’t say anything right away, and in the silence, you feel the weight of everything left unsaid, heavy between you. slowly, you open your eyes to look up at him, your breath still shallow and your pulse racing from the intensity of his kiss. you’re surprised to find an unfamiliar expression on his face. there’s no anger or frustration like before—just a look of deep, quiet remorse, softening the hard lines of his features. his brows furrow,  eyes full of emotions he’s never fully shown you until now.

you’re almost afraid to break the fragile silence hanging in the air. his eyes flicker up to meet yours, and you see the conflict written all over his face, his expression caught between wanting to hold you close and wrestling with the regret of every argument that brought you to this moment.

“i don’t know why i always mess this up” he finally murmurs, his voice thick with frustration and guilt. his jaw clenches, and he seems almost angry at himself, as if grappling with emotions he doesn’t fully understand.

you watch him, taken aback by the vulnerability he’s allowing himself to show. this isn’t the strong, unbreakable toji you’re used to—the man who keeps his emotions buried, always hiding behind his tough exterior. this is the man behind the walls, the one who’s just as scared of losing you as you are of being hurt by him.

“don’t go” he quietly pleads. and then, in a voice barely above a whisper, he speaks the words you never thought you’d hear from him. “i love you”. his tone is raw, almost broken. 

toji’s love for you is fierce and consuming, even if it’s sometimes buried under layers of anger and silence. he’s not good at showing it; he’s never been good at showing any of his emotions. life has taught him to hide his vulnerability, to be strong even when it would be easier to let his guard down. you can feel the weight of that struggle, the way he battles with himself just to find the right words for you.

love isn’t soft or easy for him. it’s wrapped up in everything he’s never known how to say and every touch that lingers just a little longer, as if he’s afraid to let you slip away. his hand tightens slightly on your shoulder, grounding himself—and you—in this moment. the intensity in his gaze says what he can’t, those three simple words spilling out of him like they were pulled from the depths of a place he barely knows himself.

he’s rough around the edges, yes, and prone to silence when you crave reassurance. but in the way he protects you, in his instinct to keep you close and safe, he hopes you can see his love. it’s clumsy, flawed, but real. and for him, this is everything he can give.

his confession lingers in the air, heavy and vulnerable, a plea wrapped in the few words he knows how to say. his gaze softer than it’s ever been. there’s fear there, a desperation he’s never shown before, as though he’s finally realized he’s been risking too much, that he’s about to lose something he can’t afford to let go of.

“i'll be better, just– don’t leave me” he begs. your eyes brim with tears at his confession. here he is, letting you see his fear and his need in a way that tugs at your heart.

you reach up, brushing a stray piece of hair from his face, fingers lingering against his cheek. “toji… i don’t need you to be perfect,” you say, voice wavering as the intensity of the moment settles over you both. his shoulders sag and he leans into your touch. for a moment, you see something almost childlike in his expression, something hopeful and fragile, like he’s allowing himself to believe he can be what you need him to be. “i just… i just need to know you’re willing to try”.

he nods, eyes never leaving yours, the weight of his feelings clear as he lets himself fall apart in front of you. with one last, shuddering breath, he closes the small distance between you, capturing your lips in a kiss that’s deep and tender, a silent promise that he’ll keep trying, as flawed and messy as it may be.

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overwhelmed - kento nanami

summary - your husband, nanami, comforts you when you're having a bad mental health day

warning: mental health, crying, fluff, nanami being the perfect husband

the day had drained you more than you realized. it wasn’t just the mental weight, but the emotional exhaustion, the feeling that you were running on empty, that left you needing comfort more than anything. it felt like every part of you was stretched thin, fragile, and exposed, and all you wanted was something, someone, to help you hold it all together.

nanami knows you better than anyone, and even without you saying a word, he can tell that today’s been one of those days. the moment you step into the living room, he looks up from his spot on the couch, his gaze soft and understanding. no questions, no prodding—just the quiet, steady presence that you always find yourself needing.

“come here,” he says, his voice low and inviting.

you don’t have to ask him to repeat it. his arms are already open before you even step closer, and without thinking, you find yourself moving into them, instinctively seeking his warmth. nanami pulls you into his lap, his large hands gently cupping the back of your head, his fingers brushing through your hair with slow, deliberate strokes. 

as you settle deeper into nanami’s embrace, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath you grounding you, a soft sigh slips from your lips. it’s quiet at first, a delicate exhale of breath, but it carries with it the heaviness of everything you’ve been holding back. the kind of sigh that isn’t just a release of air but a release of all the things you’ve been too afraid to let go of.

for some reason, the small action pushes you over the edge. your chest tightens, and despite all the warmth, the comfort, and the security nanami is offering, tears begin to well up once more. it’s as if that sigh unlocked something that’s been buried too deep inside, and now it can’t be contained.

nanami feels it before you can even fully process it, his grip on you tightening just slightly, his fingers brushing softly through your hair to soothe you, to let you know it’s okay. he doesn’t say anything. he doesn’t need to. his arms, strong and steady around you, are more than enough.

but it’s too much, too overwhelming. the tears begin to fall freely, silently, each one carrying the weight of a day, a month, maybe even years of unspoken pain. you don’t understand why, but the tears come anyway, spilling out in an uncontrollable flood. you try to hold it in, to keep your breathing steady, but nanami simply holds you tighter, not trying to stop the tears or quiet your sobs.

"let it out," he murmurs softly, his hand gently rubbing circles on your back. his touch is steady and constant, never forcing, always giving you the space you need. his calm presence is like a lifeline, even as you break down in his arms, feeling the tears come faster, each one stripping you of some of the weight you've carried for too long.

he doesn’t rush you. he allows you to feel, to break if you need to, and in the quiet moments, you realize that his presence isn’t about fixing things—it’s about letting you be, no matter how messy or broken it might feel. he’s here, not because he has the answers, but because he’s committed to standing by you, holding you, through all of it.

you bury your face deeper into his chest, your shoulders shaking, and nanami, with his endless patience and quiet strength, simply holds you. his hands move up and down your back in a gentle, soothing motion, his fingers threading through your hair as he continues to whisper soft, reassuring words.

when the sobs start to fade, when the weight of the day feels less pressing, nanami shifts just enough to grab the book he’d set on the coffee table. he opens it, settling back against the couch with you still in his arms. his hands are still stroking your hair, his thumb running along the back of your neck in soft, rhythmic circles, while his voice, low and soothing, fills the space between you.

the words from the book drift through the room, slow and deliberate, creating a sense of calm that settles over you like a blanket. nanami doesn’t rush through the passages—he reads each sentence with care, his voice rich and steady, bringing the words to life with a quiet tenderness. it’s not about the story itself, but the way his voice becomes the anchor for your thoughts, the way his presence makes everything feel safe, contained.

with each turn of the page, each steady stroke of his hand through your hair, you feel your body relax further. the tightness in your chest eases, and you find yourself getting lost in the sound of his voice, the gentle rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek. he doesn’t need to say anything more. the simple act of being here, with you, is enough.

when nanami finishes a chapter, he pauses, his fingers gently brushing over your head once more, before leaning down to press a soft kiss to your temple. “how are you feeling?” he asks quietly, but there’s no pressure to respond if you don’t want to. his tone is calm, considerate, and always patient.

you let out a slow breath, finally feeling some of the tension leave your body. “okay” you murmur, your voice a little hoarse from the tears. nanami tilts your chin up, his gaze soft, but unwavering. his eyes are filled with nothing but affection and care, and even without words, he tells you that it’s okay. you can fall apart in his arms, and he won’t ask you to be anything other than what you are in that moment.

he leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, brushing away the last of the tears with his thumb. 

“thank you”. nanami simply nods, his hand still gently cradling the back of your head. “no need to thank me,” he says with a quiet smile. you nestle into his chest again, feeling his arms wrap around you, holding you securely. there’s no expectation, no rush for you to feel better. nanami’s presence is enough—his soothing touch, his quiet strength, his unwavering support. and at this moment, that’s all you need.

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nymphomaniac — jjk characters

summary — jjk men with their nympho gf

warning — nsfw!, afab reader, nymphomaniac, cowgirl, multiple orgasms, begging, cursing, overstimulation, cunnilingus, bondage, subspace

satoru gojo 

gojo is lucky to have a partner who can keep up with his energy. each intimate moment lasts for hours, leaving both of you in a breathless, tangled mess. even after he thinks he’s exhausted, hair tousled and skin still flushed, you surprise him by straddling him with that playful gleam in your eye that leaves him half-amused, half-awestruck. he lets out a deep laugh as he watches you.  

“you’re really trying to kill me, aren’t you?”. gojo’s already reaching for you, fingers finding their way to your hips, pressing you down against him as if his exhaustion has already been forgotten. he’ll gladly go until dawn if it means keeping up with you, diving back into the rhythm only the two of you can keep.

suguru geto

geto is such a giver. every intimate moment with him feels like heaven. he takes his time, tracing every curve of your body with his tongue as if memorizing you entirely. when his tongue reaches that perfect spot between your folds, you’re hooked, your breath hitching as pleasure courses through you. his touch is both gentle and insistent, igniting a fire within you that you never knew existed.

selfishly, you find yourself wanting more, coaxing him to pleasure you again and again. each wave makes you gasp as it builds more and more intensely. your eyes brim with tears from the  mixture of overwhelming pleasure and the intensity of your release. your abs ache from how hard you’ve clenched them around his fingers and every flicker of his skillful tongue. 

geto watches you closely, his gaze filled with admiration and a hunger that mirrors your own. he thrives on the way you surrender to him, urging you on, coaxing out every last bit of pleasure until you can hardly catch your breath. and even when he thinks you’re at your limit, you push his head just a little further against you, silently pleading for more.

with a knowing smirk, geto is more than happy to give you what you want, diving back in and bringing you to another release, leaving you blissed out and utterly spent, completely at his mercy.

kento nanami

nanami is the epitome of control—or at least, he tries to be. but with you? he doesn’t stand a chance. your hunger for him is relentless. every chance you get, you’re pouncing on him just as he’s straightening his tie, sending teasing photos that pull him from the depths of his workday, or sneaking your hands beneath his collar when he’s focused on reports. each touch, each stolen moment leaves him with his hair a bit tousled and the faintest of marks under his collar, hints of your attention that no tie can fully hide.

for now, you’re on top, his hands steady and warm as they guide your hips. each slow movement is met with his deep, lingering kisses, drawing you closer until it’s almost too much to bear. “you know i’ll be late because of you,” he half-grumbles. you can’t help the grin that spreads across your face

but when you lean in for just a bit more, you feel his patience slip. he loosens his tie and easily binds your wrists, keeping your hands firmly in place. his eyes meet yours, softly warning you to behave. the tension in his touch is a reminder of the restraint he has. his voice low as he makes you promise to wait for him. and just before he leaves, he presses a final kiss to your forehead, murmuring that he’ll be back to finish what you started.

toji fushiguro

if there is anyone who enjoys sex more than toji, it’s you. he’s intense and unapologetically rough. no matter how sore he leaves you, you’re always ready for more, craving that intensity only he can bring. your skin is constantly left with lingering reminders of him: bruises, faint bite marks and the ache that never quite seemed to leave. 

toji knows exactly how far you like to go, testing boundaries with rough hands and harsh words, the gleam in his eyes daring you to take more. his grip is firm as he holds you in place, fingers pressing into your skin, his voice low as he lets you know exactly what he thinks of you. you can never get enough of the way he looks at you, the way he takes control, not hesitating to indulge your shared appetite for things darker and more intense. 

and for every time you thought you’d finally hit your limit, you found yourself craving more, drawn to the fire that only he seemed to ignite. and as much as he loves indulging you, he keeps an eye on you, always aware of when you’re close to drifting too deep into subspace. sometimes he’ll stop, grounding you with a firm voice or a steady hand, pulling you back just before you lose yourself entirely.

“stay with me” he murmurs, his grip firm but reassuring as he guides you through the waves of your release. 

ryomen sukuna

sukuna’s stamina is limitless, but he’s surprised by you keeping up with him, your body still craving more even after multiple releases. he’s made you finish a handful of times now, each climax leaving you breathless, yet still, you find yourself begging for him.

“someone’s being greedy, hm?” he taunts, his voice a low, sultry rumble that sends shivers down your spine. he thrusts into you with a force that makes your body quiver. even after your last release, you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, not allowing him to pull out for even a moment. you crave the fullness of him, the way he fills you completely, and the heat of his body pressed against yours.

he hums, both intrigued and aroused by your relentless need for him. each movement of your body against his only intensifies his own desire, and he relishes in the way you cling to him, desperately chasing yet another high. the way your body responds to him—writhing and clenching around him—only fuels him.

sukuna watches you hungrily as he takes in the sight of you, flushed and breathless yet still wanting more. he growls, thrusting deeper, his pace quickening as he loses himself in the moment. with every thrust, he pushes you closer to the edge once more, reveling in the way your body responds to him. your whimpers and gasps urge him to keep going, to push you past your limits yet again. “let’s see how greedy you really are” he chuckles, his voice a seductive growl as he takes you higher and higher, determined to leave you a mess for him

choso kamo

choso is the one begging for a break as you ride him through his release, his hands gripping your hips tightly, trying to regain some control. but your hunger for him can’t be tamed, no matter how many rounds you go or how intense your own release is. each time you feel the tension build between you, it only stirs the desire within you deeper, fueling your need to keep going.

“fuck, baby, wait—” he gasps, his breath hitching as you continue to move against him, a wicked smile spreading across your face. you can see the way his eyes roll back slightly, the pleasure painting his features in a way that makes you crave him even more. it’s intoxicating to have him at your mercy, to watch as he struggles to keep up with your pace.

he tries to catch his breath, but the intensity of your movements leaves him moaning your name. you lean down, pressing your lips against his ear, whispering sweetly taunting words that only push him closer to the edge once again. each thrust sends a jolt of pleasure through both of you, and even as he begs for a moment to breathe, your need for him drives you on, ignoring his pleas for a break.

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sweets — l lawliet

summary — L has a suspicion you'll take just as sweet as his favorite treats

warning — nsfw!, kissing, moaning, L eating you out, orgasm, relationship is not specified, afab reader, all characters are of age!

the flickering glow of the computer screens fills the dimly lit hotel room as L hunches over his desk, surrounded by plates that were once full of sugary treats. the kira case has consumed his every waking hour, and sugar has become his lifeline—the fuel that keeps his mind sharp and body awake. he absentmindedly reaches for another bite of cake, barely registering the taste as he stares at the lines of data scrolling across the screen.

you sit on the couch across the room, watching him with quiet curiosity. over the last few weeks, you’ve grown accustomed to his strange habits—the way he perches in his chair, the constant snacking, the way his mind never seems to stop moving. but it’s more than just fascination. your relationship with l has shifted recently, becoming something more. the lingering touches, the stolen glances, and the unspoken tension between you two are undeniable.

L is brilliant, meticulous, and utterly unique. but beneath the layers of his genius, there’s something soft and vulnerable. you see it in the way his dark eyes linger on you when he thinks you aren’t paying attention, and in the way his fingers graze yours for just a moment longer than necessary.

tonight feels different, though. there’s an electricity in the air, a tension that buzzes between you both, as if something unspoken hangs in the balance. you shift slightly, catching L’s attention as his dark eyes flick over to you. he doesn’t say anything, but you can feel the intensity of his gaze, and it makes your heart race.

he sets down his fork and makes his way over to you. his eyes are dark, piercing as they settle on you, studying your face with an intensity that makes you feel bare.

"you’ve been staring quite a bit recently" he says, his voice as quiet and deliberate as ever.

you blush, unable to stop the way your pulse quickens at his observation. "i could say the same about you”. he tilts his head slightly, considering your words, before he moves to sit beside you on the couch. the proximity is enough to make your skin tingle. 

his eyes flicker down to your lips for just a moment before meeting your gaze again. there’s a depth of thought behind those dark eyes. he leans in, his lips brushing softly against yours. the kiss is tentative at first, but it doesn’t take long for it to deepen. 

your relationship with L is still in its early stages. nothing’s official, but the pull between you both is unmistakable. the moments you’ve shared—stolen glances, lingering touches, and quiet conversations late into the night—have built something powerful. and though this isn’t your first kiss, every time l touches you, it feels like the first, as if he’s carefully discovering you all over again.

L treats every kiss as if it's a puzzle to be solved, as if there's a secret to be unlocked. his movements are always deliberate, his touches soft but calculated. tonight is no different.

his hand moves to cup your cheek, fingers cool against your flushed skin, and you can taste the lingering sweetness of the cake he’d been eating just moments before. the kiss is slow, deliberate, and like everything L does—calculated.

when he finally pulls back, his eyes search yours, darker now, more intense. he analyzes every inch of you, reading the subtle changes in your expression. his gaze lingers, thoughtful, calculating in that way only l can be, like he's weighing something important in his mind.

"you taste sweet" he murmurs, almost as if he’s confirming something he had suspected. his thumb brushes over your lower lip as his eyes flicker with something new, something more primal than the focused, analytical detective you’re used to seeing.

you’re breathless, your heart racing as you lean into his touch, the tension between you crackling like static. "is that why you kissed me?" you tease lightly, trying to break the intensity of the moment.

a small smile tugs at the corners of his lips. "partially” he admits, his voice lower now, more intimate. his hand trails down from your cheek to your neck, his fingers ghosting over your skin with a featherlight touch that makes your breath hitch. "i have… a bit of a sweet tooth" he murmurs, leaning in closer again. "it’s a habit i can’t quite break”.

before you can respond, his lips are on yours again, this time more insistent, more demanding. the kiss deepens, and you feel yourself melting into him, your body responding to his touch as the world around you blurs. his hand slides down to your back, leaning into you until you’re pressed against the couch, the warmth of his body seeping into yours. he kisses you harder, his breath growing more ragged with each passing second. there’s a hunger in the way he moves, a need that mirrors your own.

in this moment, it’s clear that this is more than just curiosity or desire—it’s a craving, a need, one that has been building between you both for far longer than either of you had realized. and now, with nothing standing in the way, the only question is how far you’re both willing to go.

you part your lips, inviting him further, and he responds immediately, his tongue teasing yours in deliberate strokes. he kisses you like he’s savoring the moment, like every second is part of some grand equation in his mind. 

when he finally pulls back, you’re both breathing heavier, and his eyes search yours. there’s a question there, unspoken, but clear.

"what is it?" you whisper, your heart racing. 

his thumb gently traces your bottom lip, his expression thoughtful yet tinged with something darker, more intense. “i wonder...” he murmurs, almost to himself. "if you taste as sweet as you look”. 

your breath catches at his words, and you feel a flush spread across your cheeks. you’ve seen the way L devours sweets—cakes, candies, anything sugary to fuel his endless work. it’s a craving, an addiction even, driven by more than just a sweet tooth. you noticed how he seemed to indulge in desserts with an almost obsessive enjoyment, a way to keep himself sharp, to stay focused.

but now, he’s looking at you with that same hunger.

you swallow hard, your pulse quickening at the intensity of his gaze. “what do you mean?” you ask softly, though you already know.

L’s lips curve into a faint smile, his hand sliding up your side until his fingers rest against your neck, just below your ear. he leans in again, his breath warm against your skin as he whispers, "you always look so sweet... i can’t help but wonder how you’d taste". his voice is low, dripping with a curiosity that sends a thrill through you.

before you can respond, his lips are on your neck, pressing softly at first, then with more intent. you gasp, tilting your head to give him more access as his kisses trail down, slow and deliberate. his tongue flicks out, tasting your skin, and you shiver, your hands instinctively clutching at his shirt.

he’s careful, taking his time as he travels across your skin, savoring each touch of his lips to you, as if memorizing the way you respond. he slowly pulls down your pants, leaving you in your underwear as he kisses you over the fabric. this is way further than you’ve gone before. his urgency is making you crave him more than you ever have. 

your chest rises and falls with your quickened breaths, anticipation swirling inside you. “L...”

his fingers ghost over the waistband of your underwear. you can feel your heart pounding in your chest, the air between you thick with tension and unspoken need. his lips curving into that smile you’ve come to adore. slowly, deliberately, he presses a kiss to your inner thigh, making your muscles tense. his lips trail upward, moving with agonizing slowness, his touch featherlight against the sensitive skin.

your hips shift unconsciously, and L pauses, his eyes flicking up to meet yours, studying you, gauging your reactions. “you’re sensitive here” he observes softly. 

you bite your lip, unable to form a proper sentence as his fingers hook around the fabric of your underwear, bringing it down your legs. the cool air against your skin makes you gasp, and you can feel his gaze linger on you, as if committing the moment to memory.

L’s lips return to your skin, brushing softly over your mound before trailing lower, his breath warm against you.  slowly, he takes his tongue and traces up your slit. the sensation sends a shiver down your spine, and you gasp softly.

he takes his time, moving with precision, kissing and licking every inch of you. his actions are fast enough to stimulate you, yet slow enough to leave you wanting more. each kiss, each touch from him feels deliberate, as if he’s savoring every second of this new territory. 

your body reacts to him, arching slightly as he explores, making it impossible for you to stay still. every soft lick, every brush of his lips against you drives you deeper into a haze of pleasure. you’re caught between the need for more and the desire to let him continue at his agonizingly perfect pace.

his actions feel like a slow burn, the tension building with each minute. L’s focus is unwavering, his dark eyes occasionally flicking up to watch your reactions, his own pleasure seemingly drawn from the way your body responds to his touch.

L hums in content, pulling back slightly as his eyes meet yours, filled with a hunger that both excites and unnerves you. “you’re even sweeter than i thought” he says. his words send a shiver down your spine. it’s as if he’s confirming a theory, your body the subject of his thorough investigation. there’s something so intoxicating about the way L studies you, as if you’re a puzzle he’s determined to solve, but one he’s taking his time with, savoring each piece as he uncovers it.

“L…” you whisper, your voice barely audible. he tilts his head slightly, his fingertips brushing against your skin.

“tell me if you want me to stop” he murmurs, his voice gentle but laced with unmistakable desire. he’s giving you the out, but the hunger in his eyes betrays how much he doesn’t want you to take it.

“don’t stop” you respond instantly, shaking your head, the words coming out faster than you intended. “please, don’t stop.”

he’s determined to find your most sensitive spot, and when he does, you can’t help the sudden jolt of your body. he hums against you, the vibration only heightening the sensation. his tongue moves purposefully, brushing over the same spot again and again, each stroke more deliberate than the last.

your breath comes in short gasps, your hips moving instinctively toward him, seeking more of the overwhelming pleasure he’s so expertly giving. the sounds that escape you are beyond your control—desperate, needy, urging him on. L doesn’t stop, his movements precise and relentless, drawing you closer and closer to the edge. 

he watches you closely, eyes filled with curiosity and hunger. his lips and tongue move with a calculated precision, learning your body, testing your responses. he’s quiet, his attention solely on you, as if nothing else in the world matters except this moment. and when his lips finally wrap around your clit, the sensation is so overwhelming you can’t hold back the moan that escapes your lips.

the sound seems to encourage him, and his movements become more confident. he sucks at a rhythm that makes your toes curl. your grip tightens on his locks, body starting to tremble as the pleasure builds inside you.

you gasp his name, your voice breathless and shaky, and L responds with a soft hum, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure coursing through you. he’s relentless now, his lips and tongue working in perfect sync, drawing out every sound from you. 

your body arches toward him, your breathing ragged as you near your breaking point. the intensity of his touch is overwhelming, almost too much to bear. you’re so close, teetering on the edge of release, and you can feel your muscles tightening, your entire body wound tight with anticipation.

L senses it too. his movements quicken just slightly, enough to push you over that edge. with a strangled cry, you shatter, pleasure coursing through you in waves as your body trembles beneath him. he doesn’t stop, holding your hips in place as his lips and tongue continue their work, drawing out every last bit of your orgasm until you’re left breathless and trembling.

when he finally pulls away, his lips glistening, his gaze meets yours once more. there’s a satisfied gleam in his eyes.his hand moves to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing over your flushed skin as he leans in to kiss you again—this time slow, tender, the taste of you still on his lips. you melt into the kiss, your body still buzzing with the aftermath of your release. L pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around you as you settle into his embrace, your heart still racing and your mind spinning.

“i may resort to you the next i'm craving something sweet”

a/n: thank you for reading!! my inbox is always open!!

creds: @elryisia

surveillance — light yagami

summary: L is determined to catch light in the act of being kira. his eyes are glued to the screen, even during vulnerable moments

warning: nsfw!, voyeurism, L is watching for the sake of "surveillance", dom!light, light is kira, petnames, all characters are of age!

L sits hunched over in his chair, his posture rigid as his dark eyes remain fixed on the numerous screens in front of him. each monitor shows different angles of light’s room, capturing every inch of the space. he’s been staring at the feeds for hours now, waiting for something, anything, that would betray light’s mask of innocence. his fingers play with a sugar cube, spinning it absentmindedly between them. light’s routine, as usual, is methodical, almost too perfect—studying, writing, working in a way that seems almost rehearsed. but tonight, there’s something different.

you.

L’s eyes narrow as light moves towards you. light knows about the cameras. he has to. " can almost feel it in the subtle shifts of light's movements, in the way his hand rests a little too casually on your waist as you return from the bathroom, freshly ready for bed.

“we’re being watched” light whispers, his lips grazing your ear, his tone as smooth as ever. his arms snake around your waist, pulling you into him. you tense for a moment, startled by the knowledge, but light is quick to ease your nerves, his soft kiss on your cheek masking the weight of the confession. “just act normal” he murmurs, though there’s a dangerous gleam in his eyes, as if he relishes the thought of putting on a performance.

you manage a smile, though your heart races in your chest. you try not to glance at the room around you, imagining L’s gaze lingering on every corner. he will stop at nothing, it seems, to confirm his suspicions about light. and now, you're part of the game.

light’s touch becomes bolder, his fingers brushing over your skin with a deliberate slowness, savoring each moment. he pulls back slightly, just enough to look into your eyes, his hand lifting to stroke your cheek, a gesture that appears romantic, but there’s something more behind it. lust and control, all tied up in a neat facade. his lips hover over yours, and you know what’s coming next—the show is about to begin.

when his mouth finally meets yours, it’s slow, calculated. he kisses you with purpose, every movement precise, as if savoring the feel of your lips while knowing L is witnessing every second of it. you follow his lead, leaning into him as the kiss deepens.

L watches from the other side of the screen, his eyes narrowing at the scene unfolding in front of him. he’s observed light before, viewing him in seemingly private moments, but this… it’s something else. something far more intimate. and yet, L can’t look away. he tells himself it's part of the investigation, but there’s a quiet part of him that’s drawn in and leaves him unable to click away.

light’s hands move with ease, slipping under your shirt, feeling the heat of your skin as he pulls you closer. you shiver beneath his touch, momentarily forgetting L's watchful eyes, but light never forgets. he’s always aware, always in control. his fingers find the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head before he kisses you again, more intensely this time. his hands roam your body, feeling, exploring, as he pulls you closer against him.

the thrill of being watched lingers in the air, and you feel the weight of it, the tension between performance and reality. light’s grip tightens on your shoulders, his mouth moving against yours with increasing intensity. you gasp against his lips, your mind spinning, unsure of where the lines between the act and your real feelings blur.

your hands move to light’s chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath his shirt. you pull him closer, the need between you growing as the tension rises in the room. your fingers unbutton his crisp white shirt, letting it fall to the floor. light’s fingers trace your spine as he kisses down your neck, lips hot and demanding. you sigh at the feeling, whispering his name as a quiet beg for more.

light’s lips move from your mouth to your neck, kissing a path down as he slips you out of your shorts, his hands moving quickly, but not without purpose. he’s in control, always, and now he’s showing L exactly that. he’s quick to bend down and pick you up, his large hands on your cheeks as he brings you to his bed. you let out a small squeal at the sudden movement and light chuckles against you. you squirm beneath him as his hips grind into yours, his hardness pressing against you through his pants, teasing you, driving you wild.

you snake one of your hands into his hair as he grinds his hips into yours. he continues to kiss you as he grows hard in his dress pants. his hands travel across your skin, eventually making their way to the clasp of your bra and slowly undoing it, along with your underwear. 

L's breath is barely audible as he leans closer to the screen. he can see the way light’s hands move, the way you respond to him. he’s trying to understand what’s happening here, but more than that—he’s trying to figure out if light knows he’s watching.

light, of course, gives nothing away. he’s careful, even now, maintaining that perfect facade. but you, on the other hand, are more raw, more vulnerable. your reactions aren’t as calculated, and that’s what makes it all the more exciting.

you reach for his belt, eager to even the playing field, but light’s hand catches yours, pushing you back against the mattress with a smirk. “not yet” he teases, his voice low and commanding. since becoming kira, his dominance has only grown, both in and out of the bedroom. before, he would let you take control sometimes, let you lead, but now? now he’s in charge, and there’s no mistaking it.

he undoes his belt himself, removing his pants and boxers in one fluid motion, and before you can catch your breath, he’s lining himself up with your entrance. there’s no warning, no slow buildup. light thrusts into you in one smooth, deliberate motion, and you cry out, the sudden stretch making your body arch into him. 

light’s fingers trail down your sides as he pulls your body flush with his. he sets a rhythm that’s both torturous and perfect. every movement, every sound, is a performance for l’s eyes, a show that light is directing with precision.

L leans closer to the monitor, his usually steady gaze darkening as he takes in every detail—the way light moves against you, the way your body reacts to his touch. it’s impossible for l to look away now, his curiosity mixing with something else, something he can’t quite define but doesn’t dare to acknowledge.

you bite your lip, trying to stifle your moans, aware of the thin walls of the yagami household. the last thing you want is to wake mrs. yagami or sayu. but light’s fingers are quick to tug your lip free, his touch slow and deliberate as he scolds you softly. “none of that” he scolds you. his eyes are dark, gleaming with something dangerous and thrilling. “be as loud as you want”. he encourages you, his voice a soft command and laced with amusement. 

L is unable to tear his eyes away from the screen. his eyes darkening as you writhe beneath light’s touch. he’s captivated, though he’ll never admit it, by the way light manipulates the situation, by the way the lines between pleasure and surveillance blur. he tells himself it’s all part of the investigation, but deep down, he knows there’s more to it.

a shiver runs down your spine, the thought of l hearing everything making your heart race even more. the thrill is undeniable, and light can sense it in the way your body tightens around him. his hand slips between your thighs, his thumb finding your sensitive clit. you jump at his touch and mewl at the feeling of stimulation. 

“there you go” light hums, his smirk widening as he admires your reaction. “that’s better”. 

he sets a punishing pace, every movement calculated to push you closer to your release. your body trembles beneath him, the tension building higher with each thrust, and you can’t hold back anymore. the moans you tried to stifle before spill from your lips freely now, filling the room with sounds of pleasure as light’s fingers work you expertly.

L's breath catches in his throat as he watches you come undone, his fingers tightening around the edge of the desk. deep down, he knows there’s more to it. light is toying with him, playing with the boundaries of power and control in ways l hadn’t anticipated.

“lighttt” you moan out. you can feel the coil inside you tightening, ready to snap. your cries echo through the room as light’s name spills from your lips. 

“nnghh” you draw you as your head tilts back and eyes flutter shut.. light’s lips curl into a satisfied smile, knowing that L is hearing every little sound you make, seeing how easily he can reduce you to this. he leans down, kissing along your neck, his pace never faltering.

“you like this, don’t you?” he whispers against your skin, his voice teasing, but there’s a sharp edge to it. “knowing he’s watching. knowing that you can’t hide how much you’re enjoying this”.

you squirm beneath him, your hands gripping at him as his words fuel you. he’s right—there’s a part of you that likes it, that enjoys the thought of someone watching, someone seeing the way light has you completely under his spell.

“you’re going to scream for me” he whispers, his voice low and commanding. “i want him to hear every second of this. he needs to know exactly how i make you feel”.

you can’t hold back. the coil inside you tightens as light’s movements quicken, his touch relentless. your legs shake and the sounds you’ve been holding back escape freely now, filling the room as light pushes you over the edge. you're completely at his mercy. 

light's pace quickens, his control faltering just slightly as his own pleasure builds, but his focus remains on you—on making sure you’re completely undone beneath him before he cums. his lips find yours again, swallowing your moans, and when he pulls back, his voice is dark with satisfaction.

“good girl. did so well for me” he says breathlessly. he pulls out of you and you immediately feel sleepy, cuddling into his chest as you catch your breath. as the afterglow settles in, you cuddle against light’s chest, your body exhausted and satisfied. he strokes your arm with his fingertips, a mischievous smile growing as he thinks of his situation. despite all his efforts, L still has nothing on him.

a/n: i just finished death note yesterday. this will be my personality for the foreseeable future

creds: @elryisia

ride 'em cowgirl! — reiner braun

summary — you're reiner's pretty little wife who takes care of him after a long day

warning — nsfw!, cowboy!reiner, riding/cowgirl, reiner with a southern accent, afab reader, breastplay, petnames, cowboy hat (yes, it's own warning), stimulating reader's nipples, creampie

reiner sits slouched in the armchair, his cowboy hat tipped low over his eyes as his chest rises and falls steadily. his muscles ache from the long day of work, every part of him heavy with exhaustion. it’s been tough today—fixing fences, herding cattle—but all of that fades away when he hears the soft sound of your footsteps approaching.

you step into the living room, the gentle sway of your nightgown brushing your thighs as you take in the sight of him. his shirt is half-open, showing the tanned, muscled chest beneath, still damp from the sweat of his labor. something about him in this state—worn, rugged, and sprawled in that chair—stirs something inside you.

“honey” you call softly, your voice sweet and soothing. he doesn’t stir much, but a hand comes up, an invitation for you to come closer. his tiredness doesn’t matter when it’s you standing before him, looking so sweet and inviting.

“you tired?” you ask with a smile, your hands reaching out to take his, the roughness of his palms familiar against your skin. a deep hum rumbles in his chest as you straddle his lap, knees pressing into the cushion on either side of him. his broad hands settle naturally on your hips, a comfortable weight there as he tips his head back, eyes peeking out from under the brim of his hat. “long day” he mutters, the rasp of his voice making your stomach flip.

you coo, reaching for the buttons of his shirt and undoing a few more to expose his hard chest. the fabric loosens to reveal the tan skin and hard muscles underneath, still faintly glistening with sweat from his work. your fingers trace the lines of his muscles, feeling the tension there. “let me help you relax” you whisper, a smile playing on your lips as you trail your hand lower, moving to undo his belt.

his eyes darken as he watches you, the exhaustion from earlier starting to fade, replaced by his hunger for you– something that never fades. he doesn’t say a word as you unbuckle his belt and free him from his jeans, your hand wrapping around his length, already half-hard and growing under your touch.

you position yourself above him, his thick length lined up with your entrance. slowly, you begin to lower yourself onto him, feeling every inch of him as you sink down, your body stretching to accommodate his size. the feeling is intense, a slow burn that feels better with each passing moment. you gasp softly, your hands finding his shoulders as you brace yourself, your thighs trembling slightly as you take him in inch by inch.

reiner groans low in his throat, his head tipping back against the chair as you sink down on him, his grip on your waist tightening. "that's it, sweetheart" he mutters, his voice rough and breathless. his fingers digging into your hips as he lets you set the pace. 

your breath hitches, a soft moan slipping from your lips as you finally sink all the way down, fully seated on his lap. the fullness is overwhelming, a deep, satisfying pressure that makes your head spin. 

a deep, satisfied hum escapes his throat as he watches you settle on his lap, his lips parting slightly as he lets out a slow breath. "you feel so good, baby." he murmurs, voice low and gravelly.

you bite your lip, the praise making your heart race as you start to move, rolling your hips slowly to test the waters. his thick length fills you completely as you rock back and forth, your movements slow and deliberate, savoring the way he stretches you out. his eyes are locked on you as he watches you.

“goddamn” he mutters, his hands moving to your hips, guiding you to pick up the pace. “you’re so good to me, darlin’...”.

his voice sends a shiver down your spine, encouraging you to ride him harder, faster. his hands slip under the hem of your nightgown to grip your backside, his rough palms supporting your movements. his gaze is intense, eyes fixed on you as you bounce on him, the sight of you—so needy, so beautiful—fueling him.

your nightgown slips off your shoulders. reiner’s hands are quick to pull it down further, letting your breasts spill out. without hesitation, he leans forward, his lips meeting your chest as his warm mouth presses kisses along the curve of your skin. he moves lower and lower until his tongue swirls over one of your nipples, sending a shiver through your body. you sigh as his lips close around the sensitive bud, sucking gently.

your back arches instinctively, pushing your chest closer to him, hands digging into his broad shoulders. reiner hums lowly against your skin, clearly enjoying the effect he’s having on you as his other hand comes up to cup your other breast, his thumb rolling over your hardened nipple in perfect rhythm with the attention his mouth is giving the other.

after giving your breast the proper attention, his mouth moves to the other, his teeth grazing your nipple lightly before he soothes it with his tongue, making you whimper from the mixture of pleasure and pain. you shift in his lap, your hips grinding down on him as you feel the heat building deep in the pit of your stomach.

reiner reaches up, lifting his cowboy hat from his head, and with a lazy smile, he places it gently on yours. the sight of you, hair tousled, breasts bouncing, and his hat perched on your head, makes his chest swell with pride. “look at you” he coos, a lazy smile tugging at his lips. “my pretty little wife… ridin’ me so well”. you tighten around him, praise going straight to your core. reiner’s hands are everywhere as you ride him harder—gripping your hips, cupping your breasts, sliding under your nightgown to feel your skin. every touch, every squeeze, drives you closer to the edge.

the room fills with the sound of your skin slapping against his. his grip tightens on your hips, his movements becoming more forceful as he thrusts up into you, meeting your pace.

reiner’s low groans mingle with your soft moans, and he leans forward, capturing your lips in a slow, passionate kiss as you ride him to the brink of release. you lose yourself in the rhythm, in the feel of his strong hands holding you steady and his length buried deep inside you.

“you’re so good to me” he growls, his voice thick with lust. “always takin’ me so well, aren’t you?”.

you can barely respond, too lost in the sensation of him filling you, the heat pooling low in your belly as you near your climax. his hands roam your body, squeezing your ass and kissing your skin, as you fall apart on top of him. your movements become frantic, desperate, as you chase your release. you’re close, so close, and reiner knows it. his hands grip you tighter, helping you ride him harder, faster, until the pleasure is overwhelming.

“come on, darlin’...” he coaxes, his voice a low rasp. “let go for me”.

with a final roll of your hips, your release crashes over you, leaving you trembling in reiner’s lap. your eyes squeeze shut as you cry out, your body tensing and shaking as the pleasure floods through you. reiner follows close behind, his hips jerking up into you as he groans, his release spilling inside you.

for a moment, the two of you stay like that—your body slumped against his, both of you breathless and spent. his arms wrap around you, pulling you close as he presses a kiss to your temple.

“always so damn good to me” he murmurs, voice soft now, his exhaustion finally catching up to him. you hum in response, the warmth of reiner's body beneath you. the gentle rise and fall of his chest soothes you until both of your breaths evens out. 

a/n: thanks for reading. please send requests!!!

creds: @elryisia

back to sleep — eren jaeger

summary — eren can't control himself when he wakes up with a boner

warning — nsfw!, somnophilia, eren being a horny boy, cursing, fluff at the end, afab reader

your breathing is soft and steady, completely unaware of the heat radiating off eren as he stirs behind you. he wakes up slowly, the remnants of his dream lingering in his mind as he shifts beneath the sheets. his boxers are tight against his skin, his erection pressing against your backside. eren’s gaze lingers on you for a moment. he tries to let you sleep, but the way your body fits so perfectly against his, the way his hardness is nestled against you—it’s too much. he can’t help but pull you closer, his arm draping over your waist as he presses a soft kiss to your shoulder.

a soft groan escapes him as his hips instinctively roll forward, rubbing himself against you through his boxers. the friction is perfect as his cock drags against the thin fabric of your underwear. he grits his teeth, trying to keep quiet, not wanting to wake you.

his hand tightens on your waist, pulling you back into him as he starts to grind against you, slow at first. the feeling of your warm body, your soft skin under his touch, only makes him harder. he moves his hips in a slow, deliberate rhythm, the need growing with each stroke as he rubs himself against you, his breath growing heavier.

your body shifts in your sleep, pressing further into him, and eren nearly loses it. his fingers find the waistband of your underwear, pulling them down just enough to feel the heat of your bare skin against his as he frees himself from his boxers. he hisses softly, the sensation driving him wild as he grinds his cock against you.

he’s gentle at first, savoring the feeling of your already slick folds against him. the soft, involuntary sounds you make in your sleep spur him on, making his hips move faster, more desperate. his tip catches against your entrance, and for a moment, eren freezes. he knows he should stop, but his need overrides any rational thought, and before he can stop himself, he pushes forward, slipping inside you.

the warmth and tightness of your entrance is overwhelming. eren groans, his head dropping against your shoulder as he sinks deeper into you. his movements are slow, careful as he’s unable to stop himself from taking what he needs. each slow thrust makes him tremble as he buries himself in your warmth.

your breathing hitches, and for a moment, eren pauses, his heart racing in his chest. but you don’t wake, not fully. you shift, a soft moan escaping your lips as your body unconsciously responds to him, your walls fluttering around his cock.

“fuck” eren groans, his hand reaching up and fondling one of your breasts as he begins to move again, thrusting slowly into you. you coat him perfectly and the way your body gives into him so easily—even unconscious– drives him closer to the edge.

his lips brush against your neck as he fucks you, his breath hot against your skin. he’s lost in the feeling of you, the soft sounds you make, the way your body reacts even as you sleep. his hips move faster, his cock sliding in and out of you with ease as he chases his release, unable to hold back any longer.

“fuck, you feel so good” he whispers, his voice rough and breathless. his hips stutter, his pace quickening as the pleasure builds, threatening to spill over. he’s so close, and the thought of filling you, of marking you in this way, pushes him over the edge.

with one final thrust, eren cums, burying himself deep inside as he spills into you, his whole body trembling with the force of his release. he bites down on his lip, trying to muffle his groans as his orgasm pulses through him, leaving him breathless and spent.

for a moment, he stays there, panting against your skin, still buried inside you. you shift slightly, a soft murmur escaping your lips as you begin to stir, but eren’s voice is low and soothing in your ear. “shh, you’re okay” he coos softly, pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder. “go back to sleep, baby”. 

his command is soft yet firm, and the warmth of his body against yours lulls you back into a drowsy state. your breathing evens out again as you sink back into that hazy in-between, and eren tightens his arms around you, holding you close. the comforting press of his chest against your back and the steady beat of his heart anchor you to the moment, making you feel safe, secure, and completely surrounded by him.

he strokes your skin lightly, his touch gentle as he pulls you even tighter into his embrace, wanting to stay like this—wrapped around you, relishing the intimacy, even as sleep begins to pull you back under.

a/n: thanks for reading. please send requests!!!

creds: @elryisia

devil — ryomen sukuna

summary — your ex, sukuna, always comes back to show you you're his

warning — nsfw!, dom!sukuna, ex!sukuna, toxic!sukuna, mating press, overstimulation, fingering, afab reader, clit stimulation

sukuna always has a way of getting under your skin, pushing every button, finding every little thing that sets you off. it’s like he thrives off the chaos, feeding off the tension between you, knowing exactly how to escalate things to the point of no return.

you ended things with him months ago, swearing to yourself that you were done with the toxic back-and-forth, with the endless cycle of fighting and passion. but despite your best efforts, sukuna always finds a way to crawl back into your life. like tonight when he shows up unannounced, leaning against your door frame with that smug grin on his face.

one second, you’re shouting at him, telling him to get out, and the next, he’s got you pinned underneath him on the living room floor. you try to shove him off, but sukuna is stronger, always overpowering you when he wants to.

“you think you can get rid of me?” he sneers, his voice laced with irritation. his lips curl into a cruel smirk, the same one he always has when he knows he’s getting to you.

“go to hell” you spit back. the insult only makes him laugh. you should know by now that he was the devil. 

it doesn’t take long before things shift, the anger turning into passion like it always does. sukuna’s lips are on yours, demanding and punishing. and although you promised yourself you wouldn’t fall into this trap again, you don’t resist. it’s always like this with him– heated, messy and wrong in every possible way, but so addictive.

he doesn’t waste any time as his hands yank your clothes off, tearing them away with little care for how you gasp or curse him under your breath. a part of you wants to fight back, to tell him to stop, but your body betrays you, already responding to his touch in ways you don’t want to admit.

and sukuna knows. he always knows.

sukuna's lips brush against your neck, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine as his hands roam possessively over your body. “tell me how much you hate me” he dares, his voice dark and laced with amusement. his fingers grip your waist hard enough to bruise, and you can feel his smirk against your skin as he waits for your answer.

you want to throw it back in his face, to spit the words out with as much venom as you can muster, but the moment his fingers slide between your thighs, the protest dies in your throat. your breath hitches. it’s humiliating, and you hate how easily he pulls this reaction from you.

“c’mon” he whispers, lips trailing down to your collarbone, “i want to hear it”.

you bite your lip, trying to hold back the whimper threatening to escape, but the way his fingers tease you, rubbing slow circles against your clit, makes it impossible to hide how much you want him—even though you shouldn’t. your body arches into his touch, heat pooling between your legs as he works you over with his skilled fingers.

“i hate you” you finally manage to gasp, though your voice is shaky and unconvincing. you can feel the lie in the way your body responds to him, feel it in the wetness that coats his fingers as they slip inside you.

sukuna chuckles, the sound low and dangerous. “i don’t believe you” he murmurs, his lips grazing your ear. “you can’t even pretend to hate me when you’re dripping like this”. he punctuates his words with each thrust of his fingers. you gasp, your hands flying to grip his arms for support, but he doesn’t let up. a soft whimper escapes your lips before you can stop it.

“see?” he sneers, voice full of smug satisfaction as he picks up the pace. your head falls back against the floor, your breath coming in ragged, uneven gasps. you do hate him— you hate him for knowing exactly how to break you, how to make you lose control. but at the same time, the way he’s pushing you, taunting you, has your body aching for more. you hate him, but you hate yourself more for wanting him this badly.

“say it again” he growls, his teeth grazing your neck as his free hand grips your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze. his eyes burn with a dark hunger, and the intensity in them makes your stomach flip. “tell me you hate me”.

“i—” the words catch in your throat as another wave of pleasure washes over you, your body trembling from the intensity of his touch. 

“louder” he demands, his fingers fucking you harder, deeper. your body betrays you again, your hips bucking against his hand as your release builds, the tension coiling tight in your core. you want to deny him, to fight back, but it’s useless. the pleasure is too much, overwhelming every thought in your head, and all you can do is give in.

“i—hate...you” you gasp, barely able to get the words out as your body tightens around him, the coil finally snapping. your orgasm hits you hard, ripping through you with a force that leaves you breathless, trembling in his arms as he rides you through it.

sukuna is relentless as he pushes you through the aftershocks, dragging out every last bit of pleasure until you’re mess beneath him.

“good girl” he murmurs, his voice soft but laced with dark satisfaction. “was that so hard?”

sukuna doesn’t waste any time, hooking your legs over his broad shoulders and thrusting himself into you in one swift motion. you gasp at the stretch. his hands grip your hips as he drives into you with ruthless precision. the harsh slap of skin against skin echoes in the room, your moans mixing with the sound of his low, dark laughter. sukuna’s grip on you is bruising, possessive, and the degradation in his voice cuts deep.

“oh, baby, i can hear how much you hate me” he taunts, lips curling into a smirk as he leans down to whisper in your ear. his thrusts are unforgiving, each one harder than the last, pushing you closer to the edge with every stroke. his body presses against yours, close enough that you can feel the heat radiating from him, every muscle in his frame tensed as he thrusts deeper, harder.

you bite your lip, trying to suppress the moans threatening to spill out. but each rough thrust, each sharp sting of pleasure, pushes you closer to the edge, your body responding to him in ways you can’t control. you hate him—god, you hate him—but you can’t stop the way your legs tighten around him, pulling him in deeper.

the feeling of his cock buried so deep makes you tremble, and despite the anger you feel, you can’t stop the moans spilling from your lips. sukuna grins, his eyes dark with satisfaction as he watches your resolve crumble beneath him. the angle making every stroke hit that sensitive spot inside you, driving you closer to the edge. you want to scream at him, but the words are lost in the haze of pleasure. 

“you sound like you’re about to cum, though. you sure you hate me that much?”. his tone makes your skin flush. you want to scream at him, to tell him he’s a bastard, that he’s everything wrong in your life, but all that comes out is a desperate moan as he hits that sweet spot deep inside you repeatedly. 

sukuna’s fingers slide between your legs, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing in cruel circles that send you spiraling further into submission. each jolt of pleasure makes your head spin, blurring the lines between love and hate, pleasure and pain. your vision blurs as you feel the coil in your stomach tighten beyond control. you come hard, your body shaking as the orgasm rips through you, and sukuna doesn’t let up, pounding into you even as you ride out your high.

his eyes gleam with dark satisfaction as he watches you come undone beneath him. “you love me, and you’ll always end up right here, won’t you?”. his fingers grip your chin, red eyes boring into yours and forcing you to meet his gaze.

“i—i don’t” you manage to gasp, but the lie sounds weak even to your own ears.

sukuna’s smirk widens, dark and full of twisted satisfaction. “liar”. 

he doesn’t stop. even after you cum, he keeps going, driving into you with the same relentless pace, pushing you past your limit into overstimulation. your legs shake, your body too sensitive, too raw, but sukuna doesn’t care. he never does.

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marked — megumi fushiguro

summary — megumi shows you how skilled he is with his fingers

warning — nsfw!, fingering, overstimulation, hickeys, megumi is feral, petnames, afab reader, possessive megumi, all characters are of age!!

megumi doesn’t know why seeing you covered in his hickeys gets him so worked up. his breath hitches every time his eyes land on the bruises blooming along your neck, your chest, and the delicate line of your collarbone. the marks are there because of him, because he can’t hold back, because you let him leave those lovemarks on you. and something about it—something about the way you wear his marks so proudly—drives him insane.

you’re beneath him now, sprawled out on the bed, your breathing coming in shallow pants. your skin is covered with fresh reminders of megumi’s lips and teeth, and his eyes linger on every bruise, every red blotch that stands out against your body.

his fingers glide across your skin, feather-light at first. the gentleness only makes you squirm beneath his touch, and he can’t help the smirk tugging at his lips when he sees your reaction. he knows how to play with you, how to get you trembling under his fingertips with just the right amount of pressure. his fingers are skilled—so precise and intentional as they trace the marks on your body before moving lower.

“megumi” your voice shakes as his hand slides between your thighs, finding you already dripping and aching for more. his lips curl into a smirk as his fingers slip inside you, slow and deliberate at first, teasing you with each shallow thrust. you moan softly, and megumi’s eyes darken. his fingers know exactly how to press the right spots, curling inside you until your body starts to tremble. he’s always been skilled with his hands, fingers able to move in intricate angles from summoning his shikigami. 

“what, baby?” he whispers, his voice low and raspy as he watches you unravel beneath him. his free hand grips your hip, his thumb brushing over one of the bite marks he left there earlier, and the roughness of his touch sends a shiver down your spine.

you’re too lost in the haze of pleasure to form words. his fingers quicken their pace, thrusting deeper, harder, making you gasp as your body responds to his every move.

he hovers over you, his lips find a tender spot on your neck, a place he missed before. he latches on, sucking at the spot, determined to leave another fresh mark for you to carry. you squirm beneath him, the sensation of his lips and teeth going straight to your core. a soft, needy mewl escapes your throat.

“sensitive, aren’t you?” he murmurs, his voice dripping with satisfaction as his teeth graze over the new bruise he’s left. the action only makes the heat in your belly burn hotter.

you can feel every touch, every stroke of his fingers as he presses deeper into you, making you writhe underneath him. the way he’s taking his time, the possessiveness in the way he marks you—it’s overwhelming. he’s enjoying every second of it, watching you melt under him, seeing how easily you respond to him.

megumi hums, his lips brushing against your chest as he focuses on the skin there. his hand shifts, adding pressure to the spot that makes you see stars. you can’t help the whimper that slips past your lips, your body trembling as the pleasure builds inside you. the weight of his body over yours and the relentless pace of his fingers are all too much. you’re close, and you both know it.

megumi sucks on the skin of your breast, leaving a path of marks on your chest. he soothes the sting with a tender swipe of his tongue before his teeth sink into your skin again, this time a little harder. you cry out, the mix of pain and pleasure sending you spiraling, your nails digging into his skin as you cling to him.

“meg!” you gasp as your legs instinctively close around his wrist, trying to contain the overwhelming pleasure coursing through you. but he’s quick, and with a firm push, he forces your thighs open again, pinning you down beneath him.

“don’t hide from me” he murmurs, his voice dark and laced with satisfaction. “let me have it” he orders. his words send another pulse of heat straight through you. megumi’s fingers continue their relentless pace, curling inside you just right, and the pleasure is unbearable. he knows exactly where to touch, how to make you unravel beneath him, and there’s no escape from the intensity of it all. you feel his free hand grip your thigh, holding you still, keeping you spread for him as his fingers drive deeper, faster, drawing out every broken moan from your trembling lips.

your back arches off the bed, the tension building so fast it’s dizzying. you’re vulnerable to the way he’s pushing you toward your release, and you can feel the tightness in your stomach growing with every second. 

all you can do is moan, your body shaking as you feel the pressure inside you reach its peak. your legs try to close again, but his grip is unyielding, keeping you open for him as he brings you right to the edge.

“let go for me, pretty” he coos as his fingers repeatedly hit that spot deep inside you, making your vision blur. your body obeys him—your orgasm crashing through you so violently that your whole body tenses, a strangled cry escaping your lips as your walls pulse around his fingers. megumi doesn’t stop, working you through your release with relentless precision, watching you fall apart beneath him, entirely at his mercy.

you whimper, the overstimulation making your body tremble as you instinctively try to shuffle away from his touch. megumi grips your thigh harder to keep you in place. his fingers don't stop their ruthless pace, pulling another broken moan from your lips as the pleasure becomes overwhelming.

"i’m not done with you yet" he laughs, his voice low and possessive, filled with a dark intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. his breath is hot against your skin as he leans in, his lips brushing your ear, making you squirm beneath him. he presses his lips to your skin again, sucking harshly at the sensitive spot where your pulse races. 

“m-meg! oh!” you cry out, your body shaking as his fingers continue to work you, pushing you closer to another high. every bite sends a rush of heat straight to your core. you can feel the bruise forming under his lips, the sensation of his possessiveness burning into your skin. your head is spinning, lost in the sensations as your body teeters on the edge of another release.

“you look so good like this” he whispers against you, his tone dark with satisfaction. “covered in me”. you’re too far gone to respond, your mind clouded with pleasure as his fingers drive deeper, faster, making your entire body jolt. there’s no escaping the unbearable pressure tightening in your stomach. not when his hand is gripping you so tightly, when his fingers are unrelenting and when his mouth is claiming every inch of your skin.

“c’mon, baby. gimme another one” he requests. and just like that, you do—your body tightening around his fingers as another wave of pleasure crashes over you, more intense than the last. your vision blurs, and a broken moan escapes your lips as you tremble beneath him, completely at his mercy.

megumi doesn’t stop, his lips still pressed to your neck as his fingers continue their assault, dragging you through your release until you’re left panting, shaking, and utterly spent.

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enemies — toji fushiguro

summary — you can talk back all you want, but toji knows how to shut you up

warning — nsfw!, rough!toji, dom!toji, mean!toji, degradation kink, toji calling the reader names, spanking, hatefucking, overstimulation, fingering, enemies with benefits, toji being arrogant, afab reader, sub!reader

“you always this fucking annoying?” toji growls as he presses your chest against the wall of your apartment. you’ve been going at it all day and toji’s had enough of your smart mouth. 

you laugh dryly and look over your shoulder.  “maybe if you weren’t such a piece of shit, i wouldn’t have to be” you retort. the words come out sharp, laced with venom that only fuels the fire between you two. toji’s attitude, his arrogance, has been getting on your nerves all day, and your patience has finally snapped.

the smirk that tugs at his lips is anything but amused. it's dark, and it only makes your blood boil more. 

“you always have something to say, don’t you?” his voice is a low growl in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. he pulls your hair back, forcing your face to the side so he can see your expression. “you think you can run your mouth and not get what’s coming to you?”. 

you try to push against him, but his weight is overpowering, his body a solid wall of muscle that you can’t move. “fuck you, toji” you spit, anger burning through your veins.

“oh, you’ll get that too” he promises, his free hand moving down to roughly yank your pants down to your thighs. his palm lands hard on your ass with a crack, the sting immediate and sharp, drawing a gasp from your throat. “but first, you need to learn some respect”. 

another slap, harder this time, and you jump at the feeling. as much as it stings, it also excites you.

you bite your lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction of hearing another sound from you. but he knows. he can feel the way your body jerks with every touch. he can feel the heat pooling between your legs even as you fight it. you’re at his mercy, and the worst part is that some twisted part of you wants it—needs it. the anger, the violence, the degradation. it’s the only way to burn through the hate you both feel.

toji grips your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “you want this so bad. acting like you don’t, but your body’s screaming for it” he sneers. 

you glare up at him, refusing to give in, but the way he’s looking at you makes your knees weak. he knows exactly how to break you down, and he enjoys every second of it.

“you always talk so much shit” he growls, his voice rough as he leans in, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “but when it comes down to it, you’re just a brat who needs to be put in her place.” he yanks your head back, forcing you to arch for him. “isn’t that right?”. 

his hand comes down again with more force, the impact leaving your skin burning. each slap is more punishing than the last, and yet, with every strike, you feel yourself slipping further into the twisted pleasure of it.

“is that all you got?” you ask, your voice breathless but dripping with defiance. you know you’re provoking him, pushing him to his limit, but you don’t care. you want it. you need to feel him snap.

he leans in closer, his breath ghosting over your ear, voice rumbling deep in his chest. “oh, sweetheart” he mocks. “you’re just asking for it now”. toji chuckles darkly, low and deep, a sound that sends a strange mix of heat and fury rushing through you. 

your skin is on fire, your breath coming in ragged gasps as he delivers blow after blow. the pain blends with pleasure, your body responding in ways you don’t want to admit. you bite your lip to hold back your moans of pleasure, to keep from giving him the satisfaction of hearing you break. it’s the way he’s controlling you, dominating you, that makes your head spin.

toji presses his body against yours, trapping you completely between the wall and his overwhelming presence. "you're all bark, no bite" he mutters, voice almost casual, but his eyes burn into you. he’s daring you to prove him wrong.

your skin is hot under your palms. "you’re the one who’s all talk" you taunt, though your breath hitches. toji leans in to plant a sharp bite to your neck. he isn’t gentle—he never is. his teeth sink into your skin just enough to hurt, marking you, claiming you, in the most violent way possible. you hate that your body responds to him. 

“keep pushing” toji warns, his voice dark and dangerous as his hand trails down to grip your ass roughly. “you’ll see how much talk i am”. 

another slap, sharp and loud, makes you gasp. you don’t answer, and that only spurs him on. his hand comes down again, and again, the blows harder, more punishing with each strike. toji knows you too well. he can feel the way your hips involuntarily move back against him, the way your legs twitch with every slap. he chuckles darkly, his hand stilling for a moment before he leans over you, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “i bet you’re dripping right now, aren’t you?”. 

he doesn’t wait for an answer. his fingers slide between your thighs, and the noise he lets out when he feels how wet you are sends a shiver down your spine. “fucking knew it” he murmurs, his voice thick with satisfaction. “you act like you don’t want this, but you’re just a needy little slut, aren’t you?”. 

his words make your stomach twist, shame and desire mixing together that leaves you dizzy. you hate that he’s right. you hate that your body betrays you like this every time.

he rubs the pads of his fingers against your clit in circles. “look how desperate you are. so fucking wet for me already” he teases you. 

a moan escapes your lips despite yourself, your body reacting to his touch even as your mind screams at you to resist. but it’s impossible. the way he’s touching you, the roughness, the control—it’s everything you crave. your body always reacts to him. even though you can’t stand each other, there’s something about the hate between you that makes him great in bed.

he doesn’t ease into it, pumping his fingers into your hole. his fingers are enough to stretch you out, making you crave more of him. 

“toji!” you gasp, your breath catching as he inserts his thick fingers inside you without warning. the sudden stretch makes your body tense, hips instinctively pushing back against him. his fingers pump relentlessly, stretching you in a way that makes you crave more—more of him, more of this intensity. each stroke is deliberate, filling you with an aching need as his fingers curl inside you.

toji’s lips curl into a sneer, his voice cutting through the haze in your mind. his hand moves faster, fingers plunging deep and stretching you wide, the slick sound of your arousal filling the room. “being so obedient now and all i had to do was shove my fingers inside you” toji laughs, voice thick with satisfaction as he watches your body respond. afab readerbitting, ssub!reader, you want to scream at him, to throw another insult his way, but the words dissolve into nothing as his fingers curl inside you, brushing against that spot that makes your legs tremble. the pace is brutal—no tenderness, no teasing—just rough, unforgiving strokes that have you writhing. your body arches, a strangled moan escaping your lips before you can stop it. your walls clench around his fingers involuntarily, and his smirk only deepens.

you try to bite back another moan, the heat in your core building with every punishing thrust of his fingers, but it’s useless. the friction, the way his fingers stretch you, the filthy words spilling from his mouth—all of it feels so good.

“come on, sweetheart” he encourages you, his fingers brushing against that spot in a way that makes you gasp. “give it to me. i know you’re close”.

your body trembles, caught between the need to resist and release. it’s humiliating, the way he’s in total control, the way he’s reduced you to this—desperate and teetering on the edge of your high so quickly.

but as much as you hate it, you know he’s right. you’re close. so damn close. and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.

your hands press against the wall, nails digging into the plaster as you lose control. your orgasm overpowers you, every muscle in your body tensing as you come undone around his fingers. toji’s hand doesn’t slow, milking every last tremor from you as you convulse around him. it’s intense, almost too much, but he doesn’t care. he keeps pushing, keeps taunting, wanting you to lose yourself completely.

you slump against the wall, trying to catch your breath, but toji’s not done with you yet. he grabs you, bringing you toward the couch and pushing your chest against it. your head spins, but the fire in his eyes and the roughness in his grip send a thrill through your already exhausted body. he’s not giving you a chance to recover. he’s going to use you and you’re going to let him.

“you gonna behave now?” he taunts as he wastes no time shoving his cock into you, stretching you and filling you completely. you can’t help the cry that rips from your throat as he sets a punishing pace, each thrust harder and deeper than the last. his grip on your hips is bruising, his fingers digging into your flesh as he fucks you with no mercy.

“oh, you like that, don’t you?” he growls, his voice rough with exertion. “you like being treated like this. like the little whore you are”. your vision blurs as his words hit you, each degrading insult sending another wave of heat straight to your core. you want to deny it, but the words are lost in your throat. 

your mouth hangs open, gasping for air, as you take all that he gives you. every thrust of his hips feels like it's pulling you apart, a relentless rhythm that leaves you helpless against the pleasure building deep inside you. toji’s pace is brutal, unrelenting, and all you can do is surrender to him.

you reach a hand back to push against his abs as you hear the sound of your skin slapping together. toji tisks and leans into you, his chest pressing against your back as he wraps his bicep around your neck in a headlock. “c’mon, you’re a big girl” he teases, his voice low and dripping with condescension. “you can take it. you always do”.

you moan, gripping his forearm and bicep and digging your nails into the hard muscle as you tighten around him. he pulls you back against him while nipping at the skin where your neck and shoulder meet.

“toji” you whimper. your heart races, pounding against your chest as you feel the heat of his breath against you. he thrusts deeper at the sound of your voice, hitting a spot that makes your vision blur. a groan escapes you, and your grip tightens on his arm. your body arches against him, instinctively pushing back for more.

“taking me so well– shit” his whispers against your skin. toji takes what he wants. his grip on you is bruising, his pace relentless, each stroke driving you closer to your high. he’s thrusting into you hard and fast. it’s brutal, and it’s exactly what you want—what you need. your breath is ragged, your body trembling as you try to hold onto whatever shred of control you have left. the way he’s pounding into you, the way he’s talking to you, degrading you, it’s too much. you can feel yourself breaking, and you hate him for it, for knowing exactly how to push you to the edge.

“i hate you” you manage to gasp out, though the words are weak, broken by the pleasure coursing through you. your trembling voice betrays the lie in your words. 

he hums, low and cruel, his grip tightening as he fucks you harder. “no you don’t. you fucking love this”. he punctuates his words with sharp thrusts. 

your walls tighten around him again, another orgasm tearing through you so violently you can’t make a sound. your nails dig deep into whatever they can find—his forearm, the cushions beneath you—as every muscle goes rigid. your eyes squeeze shut from the overwhelming intensity of your release.

but toji doesn’t stop.

even as you ride out the high, he keeps going, his relentless thrusts pushing you past the point of no return. the overstimulation is maddening, every touch making you whimper and moan for him. you’re shaking, helpless as you drip onto the floor beneath you.

you hate him. you hate him so much.

but as you stand there, trembling, raw, and exposed, you know you’ll end up right back here again.

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levisjinchuriki's kinktober 2024 masterlist {nsfw}

rules

let me hear you | choso kamo - you discover he likes you on top

focus on me | satoru gojo - it's your turn to be blindfolded

helping hand | yuji itadori - you accidentally send nudes to your best friend. good thing he doesn't mind

not without me | ryomen sukuna - you know better than to touch yourself while sukuna is away

gentleman | nanami kento - he has a rough day and you let him take it out on you

look at me | suguru geto - geto makes you watch yourself as you enter subspace

enemies | toji fushiguro - you can talk back all you want, but toji knows how to shut you up

marked | megumi fushiguro - megumi shows you how skilled he is with his fingers

devil | ryomen sukuna - your ex, sukuna, always comes back to show you you're his

back to sleep | eren jaeger - eren can't control himself when he wakes up with a boner

ride 'em cowgirl! | reiner braun - you're reiner's pretty little wife who takes care of him after a long day

surveillance | light yagami - L is determined to catch light in the act of being kira. his eyes are glued to the screen, even during vulnerable moments

sweets | L lawliet - L has a suspicion you'll take just as sweet as his favorite treats

nymphomaniac | jjk characters -their reaction to their nympho gf

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look at me — suguru geto

summary — geto makes you watch yourself as you enter subspace

warning — nsfw!, descriptions of subspace, sub!reader, soft!dom geto, cursing, petnames, afab reader, geto talking you through it, overstimulation, mentions of crying, praise kink, choking, geto calling you a "good girl", creampie, raw sex, mirror sex, aftercare, cuddling

your body trembles beneath suguru’s, completely at his mercy as he works you through your orgasm. he’s made you come three times already, and you’re not sure how much more you can take. every nerve in your body is on fire, but there’s a thrill in knowing you can’t stop it—knowing you don’t want to stop it.

you’re on your stomach now, arms stretched out in front of you, fingers clutching at the sheets for some sort of relief, but there’s none to be found. your back is arched, your ass raised as suguru leans his weight into you, his body flush against yours. he’s been unrelenting, each thrust sending shockwaves through your overworked, oversensitive body. the slickness between your thighs, a mixture of both your release and his, only makes it easier for him to slide in deeper.

“look at yourself” he growls lowly, his lips grazing your ear as he leans in close. his voice is dark, full of lust and possessive affection that makes your stomach flutter. “look at how fucking gorgeous you are, taking everything i give you”. suguru’s hand finds its place at the base of your neck, fingers curling around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make you lightheaded. he forces your head up, making sure your eyes stay locked on the reflection in the mirror in front of you, reflecting every inch of your bare, quivering body. 

suguru’s hair has loosened significantly from his half bun– long locks falling down and framing his face as he ruts into you. he has a sinister smile on his lips as his gaze finds yours in the mirror. he looks beautiful, just like he always does, and the sight alone makes you tighten around him. 

your mind feels fuzzy. he’s been going for so long now, pushing you right to the edge and pulling you back until your senses are overwhelmed with nothing but the feeling of him inside you, the pressure around your neck, and his rough, filthy praise. it’s too much. your body is buzzing, overworked, and overstimulated, but you’re desperate for more.

you blink slowly, trying to focus, but it’s difficult. your mind is already starting to slip as the next orgasm approaches fast. your breath is ragged, each inhale shaky as his thrusts never falter, his hips snapping against yours with an intensity that leaves you gasping. the sound of skin slapping against skin echoes in the room, mingling with your broken moans and his low grunts.

his hand tightens slightly around your throat, pulling your gaze back to the mirror when your eyelids flutter closed. “i said, look”. his tone is firm, commanding. he knows exactly how to pull you deeper into submission.

“you feel so good” he groans, his gaze never leaving the mirror, watching every expression, every quiver of your body. his dark eyes are filled with lust and he looks at you like you’re his prey for the evening. 

you can barely recognize yourself in the reflection. your face is flushed, lips parted as soft, desperate sounds escape you. sweat clings to your skin and your body trembles with each thrust. you feel exposed, vulnerable, but there’s something so intoxicating about it—about seeing the way he owns you, controls you, that makes you come apart again and again.

“that’s it” suguru’s voice is softer now, filled with pride as he watches your reflection. “such a good girl. you’re doing so well for me”.

you whimper in response, the praise making your heart pound faster. every word he speaks only pulls you further into the haze, the pleasure building inside you once again. it’s too much, and yet, you crave more. the way he praises you, the way he looks at you with such intensity and possessiveness—it’s almost too much.

your body arches further as he leans into you, pressing his weight down against you, forcing you to feel every inch of him. his chest is flush against your back, his breath hot against your ear as his pace increases, relentless and precise. you feel the familiar coil of pleasure tightening in your core, the fourth orgasm approaching fast, your body helpless to stop it.

“fuck” suguru groans, his voice strained now as he watches you in the mirror, watches the way your body trembles and quakes beneath him. “so fucking perfect like this”.

the words send a shudder through you, and you feel yourself slipping, your mind starting to drift as the pleasure overtakes you. his grip tightens on your throat again, pulling you back to reality, forcing you to stay with him just a little longer. “don’t you dare close your eyes” he growls, his voice low and dangerous. “i want you to see what i see”.

your thoughts are a blur, every sense on fire, but all you can focus on is the hand around your throat, the growing pressure inside you, and the heat of his body pressing against yours. and then, with a particularly rough thrust, you feel it—the snap. the moment when everything in your mind goes still, when you stop thinking. you’re free falling now, completely letting go, allowing the pleasure to consume you. everything is muffled and distant except for suguru’s presence grounding you. your mind begins to float, the weight of everything slipping away as the pleasure consumes you. the light behind your eyes starts to dim, your body giving into him fully. you're entering that space, the one where nothing else matters but suguru's touch, his control, his relentless need for you.

he notices the change instantly.

“there it is” suguru’s says lowly as he watches your reflection. his thrusts don’t stop, his hand still firm around your neck, keeping you tethered to the moment. “that’s it, baby” he praises, his tone full of pride as he watches you slip away. 

“cum for me” suguru commands, his voice rough and desperate. “just let go. i’ve got you”. 

his voice is your breaking point. the coil inside you snaps, and your body convulses as the fourth orgasm tears through you with a force that leaves you breathless. your eyes flutter closed for a moment as you vision goes white, head heavy as you sink into subspace. the overwhelming sensations—the sound of his voice, the roughness of his touch, the pleasure that’s been building inside you—everything starts to blur together. it’s blissful, almost dreamlike. you’re weightless, the world around you dissolving as you fall deeper, completely at his mercy.

you barely register the way your breath hitches, the whimpers escaping your lips as his movements become more deliberate. each thrust feels deeper, hitting that spot inside you that sends shockwaves through your body. he grinds his hips against yours, drawing out every ounce of pleasure he can from you.

his hand leaves your throat and you have no energy to keep your head up anymore as it falls against the bed. suguru’s hands slide down your body, grabbing your hips as he pounds into you with renewed intensity. you can barely process it anymore, lost in the haze, every part of you reduced to the sensation of him—his voice, his touch, his body owning you completely.

you don’t even realize you’re crying, tears slipping down your cheeks as your body spasms beneath him, another orgasm ripping through you. the pleasure is overwhelming, too much, too intense, but you can’t stop it.

suguru groans loudly, his grip tightening as he holds you close, his thrusts becoming erratic, chasing his own release. he buries his nose into your neck as he pounds into you, becoming greedy and selfish for a moment as he bites your skin. 

he curses and you’re dimly aware of him filling you, the warmth spreading through you as he grinds against you, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm. he groans loudly in your ear as he comes down from his high, hips pressed tightly against yours. 

for a moment, the room is silent except for the sound of your heavy breathing, both of you lost in the aftermath of the pleasure. 

suguru’s arms wrap around your waist, laying you on your side and pulling you into his arms as he presses soft kisses along your skin. his touch is gentle now, a stark contrast to the roughness from before. he doesn’t say anything for a moment, just holds you close, knowing you need his comfort after an intense session.

“you did so well, baby” he whispers softly, his voice filled with affection and pride. “i’m so proud of you”. his hand strokes your side, a comforting gesture to ease you back to reality. you can’t respond, body exhausted and mind still floating somewhere far away. though you can’t feel much of anything at the moment, the one thing you are aware of is how safe, cherished, and completely his you feel. 

a/n: please send me requests!!

creds: @elryisia

gentleman — kento nanami

summary — kento has a rough day and you let him take it out on you

warning — rough!nanami, cursing, mentions of safe word but not used, crying, overstimulation, mating press, hair pulling, mentions of aftercare, use of petnames, nanami being desperate, creampie, talking you through it

the front door closes softly, and you hear nanami sigh as his keys clatter into the dish by the entrance. his footsteps are heavy, carrying the weight of a long, exhausting day as he walks through the apartment, loosening his tie and rolling his shoulders back. he’s had one of those days again—the kind that weighs him down, fills his mind with frustration, and makes his jaw tense.

when he appears in the doorway, your face lights up with a soft smile. “hi, honey” you say sweetly, stepping forward to wrap your arms around his waist. his body is stiff, the day’s frustrations still lingering in his muscles, but he melts into your embrace, resting his chin against your head.

“rough day?” you ask, pressing a gentle kiss to his chest. his body, warm beneath the fabric of his shirt, gives away more than his words ever will.

nanami lets out a low grumble, his voice tinged with weariness. “yeah... you could say that”.

you hum in understanding, your fingers rubbing soothing circles into his back. “you work too hard” you chide lightly, a playful smile on your lips.

“i know” he murmurs, his hands resting on your hips. “just can’t help it sometimes”. 

lifting your head, you meet his eyes, the exhaustion still lingering in them. “baby” you say softly, your voice coaxing him out of the fog of his day. he looks down at you, his gaze tender but clouded with an intensity that hasn’t quite faded. he needs sleep, but first he needs to let off some steam.

“you don’t have to hold it all in” you tell him, your voice gentle yet firm. “let me help you. let me take care of you”. 

his brows knit together, concern flickering across his features as he considers your words. “are you sure?” he asks, his voice thick with need, your ever-caring husband still thinking of your well-being even when he's on edge.

“i trust you” you whisper, standing on your toes to kiss him softly.

nanami’s hands tighten on your waist, his resolve weakening. “promise me you’ll use the safe word if–” he says, his voice low and serious.

“i won’t need it” you assure him, your hands sliding up to cup his face, your touch grounding him. for a moment, he just stares into your eyes, searching for any hesitation. finding none, he exhales deeply, then presses his lips to your forehead, soft and tender.

but the shift happens quickly—one moment, he’s gentle, and the next, he’s scooping you up into his arms with a growl. a surprised squeak escapes your lips as he carries you to the couch, laying you down with a sudden urgency. his restraint, always present, finally snaps as he hovers over you, his eyes dark with desire.

his lips crash against yours, kissing you fiercely, the softness from earlier replaced with heated urgency. his hands roam your body, tugging at your clothes, exposing your skin to the cool air of the room. you gasp into the kiss, the force of his movements sending a thrill through you. you tug at his shirt, not caring to unbutton it first as you rip it open and push it past his shoulders. you hold onto his tie, tugging it towards you to bring him closer. nanami groans against your lips, slowly but surely losing his composure. 

your hands clutch his tie, pulling him closer as he grinds his hips into yours. the friction between you makes your head spin, the heat pooling low in your belly as his control slips further away.

his eyes are dark, pupils blown wide with lust as he pulls back to lift your shirt over your head. his hands are rough as he grabs your bottoms, tugging them off– along with your panties– in one swift motion. he hastily takes off his belt and unzips his pants, not bothering to pull them all the way down as he frees himself, hard and ready. his strong hands grip your thighs, spreading you wide as he thrusts into you in one powerful motion.

he buries himself deep with a roughness that pulls a cry from your lips. it’s not like his usual slow, tender lovemaking. this is raw, intense, exactly what he needs after the kind of day he’s had.

the room fills with the sound of skin meeting skin as he thrusts into you, his pace fast and hard, each thrust pushing the couch further into the room as he holds you firmly in place. he folds you beneath him, legs pressed to your chest as he pounds into you relentlessly, mating press allowing him to claim every inch of you.

“kento!” you moan, clutching at his back, feeling the muscles flex under your fingers. he groans at the sound of his name, his pace quickening, the tension of the day releasing with every movement. his face is inches from yours, eyes boring into yours as he’s lost in the overwhelming need to lose himself in you.

his hands grip your thighs tightly, almost possessively, and you can feel the intensity of his frustration being poured into every thrust. but even in this moment, he doesn’t lose sight of you. his eyes, filled with hunger, never leave your face as he watches you writhe beneath him, the sound of your breathless moans pushing him closer to the edge.

“fuck”. his hips snap forward relentlessly as he presses his forehead into yours. “i need this” he pants, his voice rough and low. “need you”. 

you arch beneath him, moaning as he hits deeper, the angle pushing you to the edge faster than you can keep up with. his hand grips your thigh tighter, almost possessively, as he watches you, lost in the way you fall apart beneath him.

“ohhh-” you whimper, pushing against his broad chest. you always claim you can take what he gives you, but when he’s pummeling into you like this it’s hard to take someone of his size. 

“c’mon” he growls, his voice strained as he nears his own release. “give it to me, baby”. 

his words send you spiraling. your body tenses, and with a high-pitched moan, you fall over the edge, clenching tightly around him as your orgasm crashes through you.

nanami doesn’t slow down for a second. he pounds into you, fucking you through the waves of pleasure until he can’t hold back any longer. 

“ken!” you scream as your walls continue to tighten around him. the couch creaks beneath you. the room feels like it’s spinning, the world narrowing down to just you and him, lost in each other’s touch.

nanami’s breathing becomes more ragged, his hands gripping your hips as he thrusts up into you harder, his control slipping as he chases his release.

“gonna cum” he groans as he buries himself deep inside you, filling you completely. nanami doesn’t move for a moment, his breath ragged as he presses his forehead to yours, still holding you close, his body heavy against yours. 

your sighs fill his ears as he feels your chest rise and fall quickly, finally able to come down from your high. nanami pulls back from you, eyes locking onto where you two meet. he groans softly as he pulls out. he takes his thumb and opens your hole, watching as his seed spills out of you and dribbles down your skin. 

the sight spurs his need again, and without warning, he flips you onto your stomach. he guides himself to your entrance as he fills you again. you gasp at the feeling, unable to do anything but take what he gives you. 

“nami!” you squeal as his hips slam against yours. tears of both pleasure and pain prick the corners of your eyes as the intensity overwhelms you. you reach back, pushing against his abs to slow him down. nanami grunts, roughly tugging off his tie and grabbing both of your wrists to bind them behind your back. 

he takes your hips in his grasp, pulling you back onto him to meet his thrusts. he curses out. your voice is almost raw as you cry out. each snap of his hips making the couch scrape further across the floor.

you’re gasping, moaning, crying as he takes what he wants, just like you asked him to. he forces another intense orgasm out of you and your body trembles beneath him. nanami moves his other hand from your hip to your head, holding a tight grip onto your hair as he pulls your head back, no regard for your comfort. 

you whimper and try to shift to give yourself a moment to breathe, but he growls low in his throat. nanami pushes a strong hand down on your back, placing you in a mean arch. “don’t fucking run from me” he grunts, his pace unrelenting.

you’re completely at his mercy, your body trembling beneath him as he chases his second release. it’s too much, too soon after your second orgasm. you scream his name as he easily brings you to your third orgasm, making your body shake violently.

he barks as you tighten around him again, holding him in a vice grip that brings him close to his second release. 

“fuck- gonna cum- gonna fucking cum” he chants as he chases his high. he’s relentless, rough and greedy until his second orgasm hits him. he moans loudly, gradually slowing his hips down until he’s at a complete stop. 

he takes a moment to catch his breath before he comes back to reality. slowly, his breathing evens out, and the tension begins to melt from his body. and just like that, the storm in him passes.

“my love” you hear him say softly. 

he pulls back slightly, the intensity in his eyes softening, the loving man you married returning as he looks down at you with concern. “did i hurt you?” he asks, brushing a strand of hair from your face, his touch tender once more.

you shake your head, as you continue to catch your breath. he leans down, pressing a sweet kiss to your shoulder, the gentleness of it a stark contrast to the roughness from moments before. 

“c’mere”  he whispers. nanami pulls out and you shudder at the sudden emptiness. he makes sure to free your wrists, before he brings you into his chest, caressing your skin. he wipes away the tears left on your cheeks.

“thank you” he says as he presses his lips to your skin. “i love you” he whispers against your lips, his voice filled with warmth and affection as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you further into his chest.

“i love you” you murmur, snuggling into his embrace. with a content sigh, nanami holds you close, his fingers tracing soothing circles on your back and massaging your scalp. the stress of his day is gone now, replaced with the quiet, comforting love that’s always been between you.

and once again, he’s your loving husband—the one who would do anything for you, just as you would for him.

a/n: thank you for reading!

creds: @elryisia

not without me — ryomen sukuna

summary — you know better than to touch yourself while sukuna is away

warning — nsfw!, dom!sukuna (of course), sub!reader, afab reader, sukuna calling you a brat, overstimulation, edging, orgasm denial, arrogant sukuna, crying, dacryphilia

he’d been gone for hours, leaving you alone with nothing but your thoughts and the lingering ache between your legs. you tried to distract yourself by watching tv, scrolling through your phone—but every time your mind wandered, it wandered back to him. to the way he touched you, the way his lips felt on your skin, the way his voice rumbled when he whispered filthy things in your ear.

you even tried to take care of things yourself, even though you know better than to cum without him. at first, it was just an attempt to ease the tension, a quick fix to get rid of the frustration. but the more you touched yourself, the more frustrated you became. nothing worked. your fingers didn’t feel right, the pace wasn’t enough, and every time you got close, something was missing.

it was him.

the realization hit you hard, and by the time sukuna finally came home, you were a mess—frustrated, needy, and unable to finish what you had started. 

and now, here you are, naked beneath him as his thumb lazily circles your clit, his dark eyes filled with amusement at your helplessness. 

you hate how much you love it—how much you crave the feeling of surrendering to him, knowing that only he can give you what you need. sukuna’s power over you isn’t just physical; it’s mental and emotional, as well. he knows your body better than you do. he knows exactly how to break you down and build you back up again, leaving you trembling and gasping for air.

as you lie there, helpless beneath his touch, the realization sinks in—you are entirely his.

sukuna’s fingers tease you relentlessly, keeping you on the edge but never quite letting you fall. “you know better than to try this on your own” he murmurs as he leans in to nip at your ear. “you should know by now…” he purrs, his voice dripping with arrogance and control. “you can’t cum without my help”. 

you whimper, your body trembling with frustration. he’s right—no matter how hard you try, no matter how close you get, you can’t reach that peak without him guiding you.

sukuna takes his time, savoring every whimper and twitch of your body as he keeps you teetering on the edge. he enjoys watching you fall apart for him, knowing you’re completely at his mercy. and you know, deep down, that he won’t let you finish until you’ve earned it.

but that’s what makes it intoxicating. you don’t just crave release—you crave his control, his approval. no matter how much you hate the teasing, you love every second of it. because when he finally does decide to let you cum, it will be the sweetest, most intense release you’ve ever experienced. and only he can give it to you.

“d-don’t be mean” you whimper, needing more of him. sukuna raises a brow, a smirk playing on his lips as he takes in the sight of you. 

"mean?" his voice is low, laced with amusement. “i think i’m being quite nice” he says. you cry out his name in frustration. 

"please" you beg softly, your voice shaking with need. "i—i can't... not without you”. 

sukuna hums as his thumb moves with deliberate slowness. the contact sends a jolt through you, but it’s not enough—not nearly enough. it’s teasing, a light brush that makes you arch your hips for more, but he only hums, keeping the touch feather-light.

he grins, relishing your desperation. his thumb continuing to rub maddeningly slow circles against you. “pathetic” he taunts softly. “look at you, squirming like this… all because you need me”.

your pulse races, skin flushed with both embarrassment and desire, your body betraying you with the tremble of frustration coiling tighter inside you. the ache in your core intensifies, and a desperate whimper escapes your lips. “sukuna” you beg, voice cracking as you gaze up at him with half-lidded, tear-filled eyes, hoping he’ll finally show mercy.

he hushes you with a low, condescending hum, leaning in to press a kiss against the sensitive skin of your neck. the warmth of his lips is in stark contrast to the cruelty of his words, leaving you trembling beneath him. “i’ll give you what you need—but only when i decide you’ve earned it” he murmurs against your skin, the weight of his dominance bearing down on you, suffocating in the best possible way.

you can’t hold back the soft cry that escapes you as he presses harder against that delicate spot, his thumb delivering just enough pressure to keep you on edge but never enough to push you over. it's torment, the kind only sukuna could deliver. he knows you’re right there—so close you can taste it—but still, he doesn’t give you what you need. always in control, always making you beg.

“tell me how badly you need it” sukuna demands, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze. his eyes are dark, predatory, filled with lust as they search your face, drinking in your desperate expression. the intensity in his gaze makes your breath catch in your throat. you feel utterly powerless, completely at his mercy.

your voice is shaky, a broken whisper as you stammer out your pleas. “p-please, sukuna– wanna cum so bad…”. tears begin to well up in your eyes, the humiliation of having to beg for his permission to find release mixing with your overwhelming desire. you know it doesn’t matter how desperately you plead—he’ll only give in when he’s satisfied with your submission.

sukuna leans down, his forehead resting against yours, making the moment feel even more intimate, almost suffocating with how close he is. his eyes stay on yours as he speaks, low and mocking. “yeah? you gonna touch yourself while i’m away again, brat?” the question hangs heavy in the air, laced with danger. he’s not asking for an answer—he’s demanding obedience.

you shake your head quickly, your breath hitching as the fresh tears spill over your lashes and roll down your flushed cheeks. “no! never—i’ll never do it again!” you promise, voice breaking as your desperation climbs higher. you’re practically sobbing now, your body arching into him, craving the touch you know he’s still holding back. “please, sukuna… i’m so sorry. please, let me cum… i need you”.

his eyes gleam with amusement as he watches you fall apart, and finally—mercifully—he adds more pressure with his thumb. the jolt of pleasure shoots through your body, your back arching off the bed as the sensation coils tightly in your belly. your legs shake uncontrollably, your eyes glazing over as sukuna expertly works you closer to your peak.

“there it is,” he growls, his voice low and possessive as his fingers work with unrelenting precision. each flick, each press, every calculated touch of his thumb has you spiraling out of control, gasping as your body begins to convulse with the need for release. it’s overwhelming, his presence, his voice, his gaze—every part of him commanding your body to obey.

“ah—oh!” you cry out, your abs tightening as the pleasure builds rapidly. every nerve in your body is on fire, trembling under his touch, and you know you’re seconds away from crumbling completely. sukuna’s focus on your clit is exactly what you’ve been begging for, and now, your entire body writhes beneath him, desperate for permission to fall apart.

“please—can i cum?” you beg, voice high-pitched and shaky with desperation. the words tumble from your lips over and over again, each plea more frantic than the last as your body teeters on the edge. tears well in your eyes again, threatening to spill over as you wait for his command, knowing you won’t be able to hold back much longer.

sukuna smirks, enjoying the sight of you unraveling beneath him. “you wanna cum?” he asks, his tone dripping with arrogance as his fingers continue to drive you wild. your head nods dumbly, breathless and incoherent as you mumble out more pleads, the ache between your legs becoming unbearable.

he leans in, lips ghosting over your ear as he whispers, sending a shiver down your spine. “only good girls get to cum" he says, and before you can react, the stimulation is gone completely. he pulls away, leaving you on the brink, the pleasure you’d been chasing slipping away as quickly as it had come.

“sukuna! no!” you cry out, your voice cracking with the force of your despair. the loss of his touch is devastating, leaving you hollow and unsatisfied, your entire body aching for release. you try to squeeze your legs together, desperate for any form of relief, but sukuna’s hands are quick to stop you, forcing your thighs apart as your high begins to fade. the frustration, the denial—it’s too much.

fat tears roll down your cheeks as you sob, telling him how sorry you are, how you’ll be good, how you’ll never disobey him again. but he only watches you, his dark eyes filled with sadistic satisfaction as he revels in the sight of you utterly ruined beneath him, knowing that he has the power to make you crumble—and that you’ll always come back for more.

a/n: my first time writing for sukuna!! i hope you guys enjoyed :) please send requests in my inbox!!

creds: @elryisia

helping hand — yuji itadori

summary: you accidentally send nudes to your best friend. good thing he doesn't mind

warning: nsfw, nudes, cursing, flirting, handjob, blowjob, cum, begging, p in v, afab reader, shy yuji, bff!yuji, all characters are of age!!

you feel confident as you gaze at yourself in the mirror, the new set you bought yourself fitting perfectly. nobara was right when she said the color would look great on you. 

you grab your phone, snapping a few pictures in the mirror to show your friend how right she was. it’s nothing too scandalous, other than you being almost naked. after selecting the most flattering images you hit send.

as you get ready for bed your phone buzzes loudly. you ignore it at first, but then, it buzzes again. and again. finally, the buzzing stops, only for your phone to start ringing almost immediately. you grab the phone, answering it without thinking.

“hey, what’s up?” you ask casually, holding it to your ear.

there’s a brief silence on the other end. you furrow your brows, about to call out nobara’s name before you’re interrupted. 

“uh… did you mean to send that to me?”. yuji’s voice is filled with nerves. 

“what?” you ask confused.

“the pictures” yuji clarifies, a mix of laughter and awkwardness in his tone. “you just sent me, um… nudes?”. the blood drains from your face as you process his words. your heart skips a beat, and you immediately pull the phone away from your ear, opening your messages to confirm if what he says is true. and there it is- clear as day. the photos you meant to send to nobara had gone straight to yuji.

“oh my god” you breathe, eyes wide with horror. your body heats up with embarrassment, phone nearly slipping from your hands as you press it back to your ear.

“yuji, i’m so, so sorry” you stammer, panicked. “that was not meant for you! oh my god, please just delete them!”. 

yuji chuckles awkwardly, his voice lighthearted but still a little flustered. “i kinda figured that wasn’t for me. but, don’t freak out. i’m deleting them right now” he assures you.

you pace the room, feeling the embarrassment rising with every second. you cover your face with one hand, groaning into the phone. “i can’t believe this is happening”. 

yuji’s voice, always so familiar and comforting, somehow manages to calm you just a little. “seriously, don’t worry. it’s not a big deal. i didn’t even really look—well, okay, i glanced—but it’s all good! they’re deleted, i swear”. 

your cheeks continue to burn. “you glanced? yuji!”. 

“i mean, how could i not? you sent them to me!” he protests, still laughing a little.

you sigh, sitting down on the edge of your bed, still holding your phone to your ear. “this is mortifying”. 

he chuckles again, and you can practically picture him rubbing the back of his neck, the way he does when he’s embarrassed. “hey, if it makes you feel any better, you look great. like, really great.”

your face burns with a fresh wave of embarrassment. “yuji!” you whine, unable to help yourself.

“i’m just saying! it’s a compliment!” he pauses for a second, his tone softening. “but really, don’t stress. it’s just me. we’re cool, right?”

you take a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart. of course, it had to be yuji, of all people—your best friend, the one person you trusted the most. 

after a long moment, you manage to laugh, the tension starting to ease. “yeah, we’re cool. but seriously, never bring this up again”. 

“deal” yuji replies, and you can hear the grin in his voice. “but if you ever need someone to, you know, double-check your photos before you send them—”

“yuji!”.

his laughter fills the line as you groan again, burying your face in your hands. despite the lingering embarrassment, you can’t help but smile. only yuji could turn an accidental nude into something this lighthearted. you feel a small smile tug at your lips. yuji always knew how to make you feel better—how to keep things light without making you feel uncomfortable. there’s a reason why you trust him so much, even now, after what might be the most awkward mistake of your life. even though this is embarrassing, you’re just grateful that it was yuji who received the photos and not someone else. he’s handling it better than anyone could—making you laugh even in this embarrassing moment. but it’s still hard to shake the awkwardness as you cradle the phone to your ear.

“thanks for not being weird about this” you say, finally starting to relax.

“of course” he says. after a moment he adds, “if it helps, it’s not like i’m complaining. you’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about”.

you feel your cheeks heat up again, but there’s something in his tone—something more genuine beneath the teasing. you’re used to his lighthearted comments, but this feels…different.

“well, i’m glad you’re not too traumatized,” you joke. 

“traumatized? not exactly the word i’d use” he says with a grin in his voice, but then his tone softens again. “but i mean it. you don’t have to be so hard on yourself. accidents happen, and honestly, you’re…you’re beautiful. so no shame in that, right?”. 

you blink, surprised at how tender his words are. you’d expected more teasing, but this sudden sincerity throws you off. there’s a moment of silence, the weight of his compliment hanging between you.

he clears his throat, his usual playful demeanor slipping back in. “anyway! now that we’ve had this totally normal conversation, how about we move on from this little mishap? you know, before you die of embarrassment”.

you let out a small laugh, grateful that he’s easing the tension. “yeah, i think that’s best”. 

“good” he says. “now, i’m thinking we go back to pretending i’ve never seen you naked and everything is normal. deal?”.

you can’t help but smile, feeling a wave of relief. “deal”. 

after you hang up, you lay back on your bed, staring at the ceiling. despite the initial panic, everything turned out okay. yuji—being yuji—handled it the best way anyone could. you can’t help but smile to yourself, feeling grateful for his easy going nature and how he never lets anything get too heavy. even in a situation like this, he makes you feel comfortable.

your phone stays in your hand, vibrating with the weight of yuji’s words, and for a moment, you feel almost breathless. it’s not that he’s never complimented you before—yuji was always the type to lift your spirits with a well-timed joke or a playful remark—but this feels different. more vulnerable, more raw. the sincerity of his compliment lingers in your mind, and you find yourself repeating it. 

a few minutes later, there’s a knock at your door. your heart jumps in your chest, and for a second, you wonder if it could be yuji. the thought alone excites you, but surely he wouldn’t…

you pull yourself off the bed, crossing the room and opening the door. yuji stands in front of you, his cheeks flushed and his expression sheepish. the moment your eyes meet his, you can tell something’s off. his gaze shifts awkwardly, his hands stuffed deep into the pockets of his pajama pants. he fidgets in place, clearly nervous about something.

“yuji?” you ask, eyebrows raised in surprise.

he looks up at you, rubbing the back of his neck. “i, uh…” he pauses, his cheeks growing impossibly red. “i didn’t know what else to do, so… i came over.”

your confusion deepens, but there’s an underlying tension in his posture that makes your stomach flip. “what’s going on?”

yuji takes a deep breath, looking down at his feet before glancing back up at you with a soft, almost apologetic expression. “i, um… i couldn’t stop thinking about you. and, uh…” he shifts uncomfortably again, clearly struggling to find the words.

“…and?” you prompt gently, curious yet unsure where this is leading.

yuji meets your eyes, a mixture of embarrassment and desire flickering in his gaze. “i… i’m hard” he admits, voice quiet. his hand moves subtly to adjust himself through his pants. “it won’t go away and… i didn’t know what to do”. 

your breath catches at his confession, heat pooling in your stomach as the weight of the situation settles between you. the idea of yuji, your best friend, getting worked up over your pictures is something you hadn’t prepared for, but now that you know, it ignites something within you.

for a moment, neither of you says anything, the air thick with unspoken tension. yuji looks like he’s caught between wanting to hide and wanting to act on whatever is brewing inside him, and you’re not entirely sure how to handle the sudden shift in your dynamic.

without thinking, you take a step back, letting the door swing open wider. “do you want to come in?” you ask, your voice softer now, laced with anticipation. yuji hesitates only for a second before nodding. he steps inside, the door closing behind him with a soft click. the air between you is charged with an electricity you’ve never felt before—something that’s been simmering beneath the surface for a while, finally bubbling to the top.

“yuji…” you say softly, reaching out to touch his arm. his muscles tense under your fingers, and you feel the warmth radiating off him. “you could’ve just said something. you didn’t have to come all the way over”. you look up into his eyes, searching for any hesitation, but all you see is desire—raw and unfiltered. 

you hold his hand, leading him towards your bed, and yuji follows, his eyes never leaving you. the shirt you’re wearing just barely covers your bottom. when you sit down on the edge, he stands in front of you, towering slightly as he looks down at you, his breath coming in shallow bursts.

your gaze drops to the obvious bulge straining against his pants. he looks uncomfortably hard and you coo at him. you reach up, fingers curling around the waistband of his pants and pulling it towards you. 

“can i?” you ask as you look up at him. 

yuji’s breath hitches as you pull him closer, guiding him between your legs. he stands there for a moment, watching your every move, his eyes filled with a mix of nervous excitement and anticipation. 

“y-yeah” yuji’s pupils are blown out as he nods. you can feel the tension vibrating between you as your hands slide from his waist down to his hips, fingers brushing against the front of his pants.

he lets out a quiet groan as your palm grazes over his bulge, the heat of his body radiating through the fabric. you look up at him, your heart racing as you take in the sight of him standing above you, flushed and breathing heavily.

as you tug his pants down slightly you hear him let out another shaky breath. yuji swallows hard, his hands twitching at his sides. you can see his restraint, the way he’s holding himself back, unsure of how to act, but you can also see the raw desire in his eyes.

his cock springs free once you let his pajamas fall. he’s not wearing any underwear, the sight of his flesh surprising you for a moment. you take time admiring his member, tip already leaking, before you wrap your hand around his head. 

yuji gasps at the contact, his hips jerking forward involuntarily. his erection is hard and throbbing in your hand, and you can feel just how much he’s been holding back. you stroke him slowly, savoring the way his body reacts to your touch—his breathing growing shallow, his muscles tense, and his eyes squeezed shut.

“look at you” you whisper, your voice filled with a mix of awe and desire. “you’re all worked up…”. yuji bites his lip, holding in a moan. it’s embarrassing how turn on he is when you’ve just started.

you pump him a little faster now, watching his reactions, loving how vulnerable he looks right now—flushed and completely at your mercy.

“is this what you needed, yuji?” you ask, your voice soft but teasing.

he nods frantically, his breathing ragged as he looks down at you with wide, lust-filled eyes. “yes” he groans, his hips bucking slightly into your hand. “please… don’t stop” he begs. 

your heart races at the way he’s looking at you, the desperation in his voice driving you to want to push him even further. your hand slides down further, pumping his full length. yuji lets out a whimper as his eyes flutter closed. 

you take your time, pumping him for a moment longer before you let your tongue flick out, teasingly grazing the tip of his erection. he hisses at the feeling. 

you let your tongue swirl around the tip before finally wrapping your lips around his tip, swirling your tongue around it slowly. yuji gasps, his body instinctively arching toward you as he chases the pleasure you’re giving him. the soft sounds of his breathless moans fill the room, pushing you to take him deeper.

“oh-fuck” he whispers as you slowly begin to bob your head up and down. you keep a firm grip on the base of his length, stroking him in rhythm with your mouth, ensuring every inch of him is getting the attention it deserves.

yuji lets out a low groan that sends shivers down your spine.

you look up at him, locking eyes as you pick up the pace, bobbing your head up and down while using your hand to stroke the base of his length. his eyes are glazed with desire, his breathing coming in quick bursts as he fights to hold back.

“that feels so good…” yuji breathes, his voice shaking with a mix of desire and urgency. he places his hands on your cheeks, letting you do all the work. the way he’s biting his lip, trying to suppress his moans only adds to your excitement, urging you to push him closer to the edge.

you look up at him through your lashes, watching the expression on his face as you take him deeper, hollowing your cheeks and swirling your tongue against the vein on the underside of his length. you can sense the tension building within him, the way he’s teetering on the edge of bliss, and it spurs you on even more.

he gasps, moaning your name, his voice hitching as he loses himself in the sensations. you pick up the pace, moving faster as you take him in, letting him feel every bit of the warmth and wetness of your mouth. you can feel his body tensing, the way his breath becomes erratic as you bring him to the edge.

“don’t stop” he pleads again, his voice strained and desperate. “please- i’m gonna cum”. his sentence is cut off by a low groan that rumbles deep in his chest as he loses control. you can feel him pulsing against your tongue, and before you know it, he’s spilling into your mouth with a broken cry, his hips bucking uncontrollably.

you swallow every drop, savoring the taste of him as you pull back slightly, leaving a few soft kisses along his length before finally releasing him. yuji watches you, a mix of disbelief and awe washing over his features as he tries to catch his breath.

“so pretty” he says as he strokes your cheek. a blush rises to your cheeks. 

yuji leans down, his lips hovering just above yours before he finally closes the distance. his lips brush softly against yours, the kiss is gentle at first, a sweet exploration that sends butterflies fluttering in your stomach. his hand remains on your cheek, fingers gently caressing your skin as if he’s memorizing the feel of you. you melt against him, surrendering to the warmth and softness of the moment. his lips move in perfect harmony with yours.

yuji pulls back slightly, his eyes searching yours, filled with a mix of admiration and something deeper. the blush on your cheeks deepens, feeling vulnerable under his gaze.

he leans in again, kissing you with a newfound urgency. in one fluid motion, yuji lifts you effortlessly, bringing you to the center of the bed as the heat between you intensifies. he leans into you until your back meets the mattress, his body pressing against yours, enveloping you in his warmth. you instinctively wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as a soft moan escapes your lips.

yuji’s hands roam over your thighs, exploring every curve, before slipping beneath your shirt. you shiver at the feeling of his fingers brushing against your skin, goosebumps rising in response to his touch. he smiles against your lips, the two of you losing yourselves in the bliss of the moment.

with a gentle tug, yuji pulls back slightly, lifting your shirt over your head. he gazes down at you in silence, his eyes filled with admiration as he takes in how perfectly your set fits you. his hands softly caress your chest, tracing the edges of your bra with a tenderness that makes your heart race.

a deep crimson flush creeps across your face, and you shift slightly beneath him, instinctively trying to hide yourself.

“don’t” he commands softly, his grip soft as he holds your wrists. he plants kisses on your shoulder and works his way up your neck. “you’re beautiful. always have been”. 

your heart flutters as you lean into him, pressing your lips against his again. yuji laces his fingers with yours as he deepens the kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth. he moans, the sound low and needy, vibrating against your lips. your legs wrap around his waist as he grinds his length against you. the movement sending waves of pleasure coursing through you and making you whimper in desperate need of him. 

the sound of your soft whimpers fuels him more. every thrust sends electric sensations spiraling through you, and you find yourself instinctively arching your back, urging him on. you crave more—more of him and more of this connection. 

his lips find their way to your neck again as he starts to suck on the skin lightly. you instinctively arch your back, urging him on. you crave more—more of him, more of this intoxicating connection. his hands find their way to your hips, holding you steady as he continues to grind against you, each movement drawing you closer to the edge.

“yuji” you whine, feeling a desperate need to feel him fully.

when he finally pulls back, both of you are breathless. yuji looks down at you with half-lidded eyes, his lips swollen from the kiss. his eyes darken with lust as he meets your gaze, and he can’t help but smile at the effect he has on you. you can feel your pulse quickening in response to his gaze. 

“i know, i know” he says. yuji explores every inch of you, his hands roaming across your skin as he finds all your sensitive spots. he takes his time making you feel good, drawing out your pleasure with deliberate movements. 

yuji can’t believe it—his best friend underneath him, moaning his name over and over. the friend he’s had a crush on for years is now begging for his touch, and the reality of the moment sends his heart racing.

finally, after what feels like an eternity of teasing, he shifts his weight and starts to pull at your underwear. exhilaration courses through him as he watches you writhe beneath him, your eyes clouded with pleasure and desire. 

it’s as if he’s dreaming, yet every sensation is achingly real—the way your body responds to him, the heat radiating between you, and the way you clutch at his shoulders, urging him to go deeper.

“is this okay?” he asks, needing your confirmation through the haze of lust. you nod, your breath hitching in your throat as you plead for more. it makes his chest tighten with emotion. it’s a moment he’s dreamed of for so long, and now that it’s happening, he wants to savor every second.

yuji aligns himself with your entrance. the moment you feel the tip of him pressing against you, a rush of need floods your senses. you hold onto his biceps, squeezing the muscles as he pushes into you slowly, giving you both time to adjust to the stretch.

“shit” he groans, his grip on your hips tightening as he buries himself deeper. the feeling of you around him is overwhelming, and it takes everything in him not to lose control right away. he watches you closely, wanting to savor every reaction, every little sigh that escapes you.

as he begins to move, his thrusts are slow and deliberate at first, letting you feel every inch of him as he pulls back and pushes forward. you sigh in pleasure as he fills you completely, encouraging him to go deeper.

yuji leans down, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss, pouring every ounce of his longing and desire into it. the connection between you deepens, and he can feel the way your body responds to him, how your legs tighten around his waist, urging him to go faster, to give you what you need.

the heat between you intensifies, igniting a fire in his core as he picks up the pace, losing himself in the rhythm. with every thrust, he feels the world around you fade away, leaving only the two of you, wrapped in each other’s arms, driven by raw desire and unspoken affection.

your nails dig into his skin, urging him on as you cry out his name, the sound filling the room and echoing in his ears. 

with each thrust, he feels a rush of exhilaration and a hint of possessiveness. in this moment you’re his, and he revels in the knowledge that you want him just as much as he wants you. he leans down, pressing kisses along your jawline, trailing them down to your collarbone, savoring the taste of you. 

“please… don’t stop” you gasp, your voice breathless. the sight of you, so vulnerable and open, makes him want to worship every inch of you.

he picks up the pace, driven by the need to please you, each thrust growing more passionate and frantic as you both lose yourselves in the rhythm. every moan that spills from your lips only fuels his desire, pushing him to give you everything he has. 

his heart swells with affection and longing as he watches you succumb to the pleasure he’s giving you. he can’t help but lean down to kiss you again, pouring every ounce of his feelings into it. 

your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging him closer as you feel your high approach. you moan into his mouth, the sound mingling with his deep, guttural groans. yuji feels you tightening around him, a sign that you’re teetering on the edge, and it makes him ache to push you over that brink.

you share a breath as his lips hover over yours. his thrusts grow faster and more frantic as he feels you on the edge. you’re unable to form words as the blissful pressure builds in the pit of your stomach. your body trembles, toes curling as your orgasm takes over. 

yuji watches in awe as you cry out, succumbing to the wave of pleasure. the sight of you lost in bliss pushes him to his own release. he groans as he quickly pulls out, shooting cum onto your stomach.

you both take a moment to catch your breath, the air thick with the afterglow of your shared intimacy. your bodies are still tangled together, chests rising and falling in unison as you try to steady your breathing. the silence between you feels comfortable, warm, and for a while, neither of you says a word.

then yuji, with a playful smirk tugging at his lips, breaks the silence.

“wanna try on another set for me?”.

a/n: i got carried away, hope you don't mind. please send requests in my inbox!!

creds: @elryisia

focus on me — dom!gojo

summary: it's your turn to be blindfolded

warning: nsfw!, porn with no plot, sensory play, afab reader, petnames, blindfolded reader, oral sex, fem receiving, ice play, fingering, humping, gojo calling reader a "good girl"

“tell me if it’s too much, okay?”. gojo’s voice is soft as he gently secures his blindfold around your eyes, the familiar material blocking out your vision completely. it’s strange, being on the receiving end of something so intimately connected to him.

“how’s that?” gojo’s voice is low, a playful edge in his tone. his fingers lightly graze your arms, feather-light touches that make you shiver. “comfortable?” he asks. you hear his teasing chuckle, and though you can’t see him, you can feel the heat of his presence, close yet just out of reach.

you nod, biting your lip as you adjust to the darkness. the absence of sight heightens everything else—the sound of his voice, the faint scent of him, and the feel of his fingers on your bare skin. your heart races with nervous excitement. 

“good” he murmurs, and you can almost hear the smirk in his voice. “let me do all the work, pretty girl. just focus on me, okay?”. you swallow, nodding again, your body already responding to his words. 

gojo's lips brush against your skin in a series of tender kisses, his body settled comfortably on top of yours. the heat of him, the solid weight pressing you into the mattress, sends a thrill through your body, heightening your arousal with each passing second. his movements are slow, deliberate, planting featherlight kisses that leave you tingling with desire.

you feel the warmth of his breath as he trails his kisses from the corner of your lips to your chin, then moves to your ear, lips grazing the sensitive skin just behind it. a shiver runs down your spine, your body instinctively responding to the intimate touch. when he kisses the curve of your neck, your breath catches, and a soft sigh escapes you. you tilt your head to the side, offering him more access.

gojo’s lips linger, brushing over your pulse point, and he takes his time exploring your skin, alternating between soft kisses and gentle bites. he knows exactly where you’re most sensitive, his familiarity with your body evident in the way he teases each spot with precision. a low hum of approval vibrates from his chest as he sucks lightly on your neck, enough to leave marks.

he continues his slow, purposeful journey, tracing every dip and curve of your skin.  his warmth surrounds you, his body fitting perfectly against yours, and each kiss sends a wave of pleasure through you. you can feel every inch of him—the steady rise and fall of his chest, the gentle press of his hips, the way his hands roam your sides, squeezing just enough to leave you aching for more. every kiss feels intentional, his lips making you feel cherished, worshiped, and wanted in ways that only gojo can.

you sigh, the sensation overwhelming as your body reacts, your back arching slightly beneath him. he takes his time, enjoying the way your body responds to him, the way your breath hitches when he hits that sweet spot, how your hands grasp his back, pulling him closer. he smirks against your skin, clearly pleased with your reaction. 

you let out a soft whimper, the feeling of his lips and the weight of his body becoming almost too much to bear. “satoru…” you breathe out, your voice barely above a whisper.

gojo shifts slightly, pressing his hips more firmly against you, letting you feel the growing hardness between his legs. a soft moan slips from your lips as you dig your fingers into his back. 

“what, baby?” he asks as he grinds his hips into you. you mewl. the sensation of his lips and his body feel impossibly good. 

“need more” you softly beg. gojo hums in satisfaction, clearly enjoying the way you’re melting beneath him. his lips return to yours, capturing your mouth in a deep, heated kiss as he grinds against you, the tension building between you until it’s almost unbearable.

gojo pulls away for a moment, leaving you breathless and craving more. you hear him fidget with something on the nightstand and just as you’re about to whine out, you feel something cold press against your neck. the shock of it makes you gasp. his lips, chilled by the ice cube he’s placed in his mouth, trace over your heated skin with an unexpected contrast that sends shivers down your spine. he drags it slowly, teasingly, along the curve of your neck, cooling down the bruised skin. the ice melts slowly between his lips, leaving a wet, cold trail along your neck. you whimper as he kisses your skin again, a shocking mix of warmth from his lips and the cold from the ice, heightening your senses and making your skin tingle with anticipation.

gojo’s hands roam your body as his cool tongue flicks over sensitive spots, making you squirm beneath him. he takes his time, letting the ice melt completely as he teases your skin, alternating between gentle bites and soft kisses, the contrast of cold and heat driving you wild. you can feel your pulse quickening, your body responding to every icy touch, every warm caress.

the moan that slips from your lips is involuntary, your body reacting to the intensity of sensations gojo is so expertly delivering. his lips hover over your collarbone, planting a lingering, icy kiss there before he trails lower, making sure no part of you is left untouched. each kiss feels electric, sparking pleasure and leaving your body aching for more.

gojo pulls back for a second, his lips hovering just above your skin as he speaks, his breath hot against the coolness he’s left behind. "feels good?” his voice is a low whisper, teasing and full of satisfaction at the way you're melting beneath him.

you squeak out a yes, mind too absorbed in how good his actions feel. gojo hums approvingly, clearly enjoying how you’re reacting to him.   

“you’re doing so well” he murmurs. he presses the ice lower, down the center of your stomach. you squirm under the sensation, whimpering out for him. you can feel him smile against your skin as he leans down to place a soft, lingering kiss on your mound.

“shh, i’ve got you” he whispers against you. without warning, his mouth is on you, warm and wet, and you let out a gasp, your back arching off the bed as the sensation overwhelms you. he brushes the shrunken cube over the sensitive skin, keeping it there for a moment before pressing his cold tongue gently against your entrance. your body jerks involuntarily, a soft whimper escaping you as he teases you. he gets a new cube of ice, circling it slowly and deliberately against you. you moan softly, your body trembling beneath his touch, your mind spinning from the mix of sensations. his tongue moves expertly, flicking and teasing, while his fingers grip your hips, holding you in place as you try to squirm beneath him.

“you’re so responsive” gojo whispers, his voice full of admiration as he continues to tease you. “so perfect for me”.

he places open-mouth kisses to your clit, letting you feel the contrast of hot and cold. his fingers slowly slide into you, stretching you out easily. your hips lift as your body reacts instinctively, wanting more of him, needing more.

your desperation makes gojo moan against you, the sound low and dark. you feel his fingers pump further into you, his touch precise, knowing exactly how to drive you to the edge. 

“such a good girl” he whispers against you, his voice smooth and intoxicating. he feels you squeeze around his fingers at the praise. 

you can’t focus on anything other than the way he’s making you feel, and it’s almost too much. your hands reach down, tangling in his hair as you moan his name, your body trembling as he works you closer and closer to the edge.

“that’s it” he murmurs against you, his voice muffled but full of satisfaction. “just like that. let go for me”. 

he takes your clit between his lips, sucking it to coax your high from you. it doesn’t take long before the tension inside you snaps, your stomach tightening as your orgasm crashes over you. you cry out, your grip tightening in his hair as your body shudders beneath him. gojo doesn’t let up, his tongue and fingers working you through it, drawing out every last bit of pleasure until you’re left trembling and breathless.

when he finally pulls back, you’re panting, your body still buzzing from the intensity of it all. he moves up the bed, removing the blindfold and kissing you softly, letting you feel the warmth of his body pressed against yours again.

“you did so well” he murmurs, brushing a few strands of hair from your face as he looks down at you with a satisfied smile. “i knew you’d like that”. 

you’re too dazed to respond, your body still recovering, but you manage to nod, a small smile playing on your lips as you pull him closer, feeling his body heat against yours.

gojo kisses you again, this time slower, softer, letting you catch your breath as you come down from the high. when he pulls away, his eyes sparkle with mischief, and he smirks.

“think you’re ready for round two?” he teases, and despite how spent you feel, the warmth in his voice and the promise in his eyes send a rush of excitement through you all over again.

a/n: thank you for reading. please send requests in my inbox or dm!!

creds: @elryisia