Okay so I made a list of 30 (well, 29 actually) prompts I am releasing into the wild. The point of this is that at least one of the participants are not having a good time.
It has 30 prompts for November but feel free to write and post whenever, but please add the tag #No one nuts November or #NoonenutsNovember wherever you post. You do not have to @ or credit this blog if you use any of these prompts.
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1. Safeword
2. Sub/dom drop
3. Loosing intrest halfway through
4. Trying something that doesn't work
5. Medical emergency (bonus points: it happens during bondage)
6. Bad/failed orgasm
7. Should have safeworded
8. "Wait, it's not supposed to hurt?"
9. "Let's never try that again."
10. Sex so bad they break up after
11. Realistic shower sex
12. Incompatible kinks
13. Threw up on that thang
14. Can't get hard/wet/aroused
15. Says wrong persons name during sex
16: ugly crying/overwhelmed
17: "I remembered you being better at this"/"I'm not impressed."/"I've had better."/"You're not hung chill"
18: Allergic reaction/cut off circulation
19. Dirty talk/degradation gets too real
20. Ignored/missed a safeword
21. Random horny confession that kills the mood for the other person/people
22. "No really, that's not going to fit."
23. Fire alarm goes off/interrupted by a third party
24. Pushing themselves into sex they aren't ready for
25. Sex toy gets stuck
26. Only one person having fun/agreeing to boring sex
27. Couple brings in a bad 3rd
28. Sex in a bad location
29. Sex so bad it kills you/one of the participants dies
Okay what if upon Shen Yuan’s transmigration, the system crashed a died, releasing the world from the grips of the narrative. No OOC restrictions, wife plots don’t drag random women from their homes kicking and screaming, and the protagonist halo ceases to be. Overnight, years of abuse and neglect catch up with 14y/o Binghe, leaving him physically disabled. He’s in constant pain, he suffers brain fog, muscle weakness, occasionally even seizures. Shen Yuan is allowed to start taking care of him immediately, and as his cultivation improves Binghe is able to become a little more mobile, but he still needs a lot of help to get by day to day. Shen Yuan feels so incredibly horrible, no matter how much Binghe leans into his hands now. Most of all whenever he finds Binghe on the kitchen floor, crying, a half cooked meal on the counter where he didn’t have the strength to finish it.
So tragic because shen yuan was chronically ill in his first life, now he has a cultivator body which doesnt need food and isn't ill but binghe is disabled instead. And I think shen yuan would feel so much guilt over it, over enjoying his new body, even though its not his fault at all :(
He stared at the little blob in the sky approaching the guard post for a long time before he's sure who it is.
Why would Luo Binghe be coming out here to the middle of nowhere right before the annual knifewing birdbat migration?
Maybe he's finally getting kicked out of the sect. If he is he'll have to stay low when he leaves the outpost, so the birdbats don't cut him to pieces. Maybe he'll be allowed to stay until they pass...
Or maybe that's not it. He thought as Luo Binghe landed outside the outer wall. Maybe he's here to take something else from Gongyi Xiao. What he can't imagine, his blood maybe? His sword?
Luo Binghe rang the bell by the gate, which was a little surprising. He had better go let him in...
What do you call a sect leader who's also the demon emperor? Probably you go with the emperor title right?
He opened the gate and bowed low. "Emperor," he said. "What can this lowly one do for you?"
"Oh there's no need for all that!" Luo Binghe said brightly. "I'm just the sect leader today!"
Gongyi Xiao straightened up, and found Luo Binghe looking him over thoughtfully.
Mmm...he didn't like that. Something was happening, but what?
"What can I do for you then sect leader?" he asked.
"I'm just here for an inspection," he lied casually.
Nearly three minutes until his first lie, that was pretty good for Luo Binghe.
"Of course," he replied. "Come in, what did you want to see?"
He had almost hoped his talent for telling when people were lying had gone away, but apparently not. It was a mostly useless thing. People lied for so many reasons, not all of them harmful, and sometimes people said things they thought were true ("I love you. There's no one else for me!") so Gongyi Xiao believed them until it was too late.
Luo Binghe kept playing the inspection angle for a while, following Gongyi Xiao around and making thoughtful noises at everything until Gongyi Xiao ran out of things to show him.
By then the sun was low on the horizon, and the first few knifewing birdbats were already flitting across the sky.
"Oh right, the birdbat migration!" Luo Binghe lied. "I'd forgotten about it! I had better stay here until it passes. It's dangerous to fly right now."
"Of course," Gongyi Xiao said. "Please sit and rest Sect Leader. I should deploy the defensive awning now."
Before the birdbats got into the courtyard and cut up his vegetable garden.
"Go ahead," Luo Binghe said. He sat down on the bench by the door and just watched while Gongyi Xiao painstakingly unrolled and hooked up the awning.
The birdbat migration lasted a week. Why did Luo Binghe want to spend a week with him?
One birdbat made it inside before he could fully close the awning. He caught the little thing quickly- it seemed more dazed than hurt so he let it out through the gate.
When he turned around Luo Binghe was right behind him.
"You're hurt," he said.
Gongyi Xiao looked down at the shallow cuts on his fingers from the birdbat's wings.
"It's fine," he said and sidestepped Luo Binghe to head inside and wash his hands.
"You're very self sufficient aren't you?" Luo Binghe asked from behind him.
The outpost was supposed to be manned by three people. There was only him. There had only been him for... Years. He didn't remember how many.
What are you really here for? he nearly asked. What do you want?
But he'd find out soon enough he was sure. Whether he liked it or not.
It's time for a Tianlang Jun wakes up in his younger self AU.
I was thinking about when exactly he's reborn... And I think I know my preferred time.
Tianlang Jun's sister throws a fit when he barges in to one of her orgies but he just literally stands on her until she tells him where she left the baby.
When he helps his nephew take human form this time he looks to be about 10.
Tianlang Jun hugs his little snephew and then takes his shoulders and tells him, "Your name is Zhuzhi Lang. You're my nephew, and you are never ever allowed to die for me, do you understand?"
He gets a bewildered little nod from Zhuzhi, that's all he needs. It's as good as a promise.
...After that he has to sit and think. About what exactly to do next. He has some time, most of the key players aren't even born yet.
He decides to go about this from multiple angles.
First, his favorite step, he abducts the Old Palace Master at the earliest opportunity and kills him, leaving his corpse abandoned in the wild. (Huan Hua Palace never finds out what happened to him, his seconds manage the palace in his place and the disorganization and infighting keeps Huan Hua Palace a lesser great sect.)
Next, he runs into a monk on the road. Wu Chen is enamored with little Zhuzhi and the three of them have a fascinating conversation... And Demon Emperor Tianlang Jun receives an invite to visit Zua Hua Monastery. He's sure to make regular visits.
He has some time to wait now so he takes things easy. He isn't watching Huan Huan Palace that closely, really he isn't, but he is able to intercept the lost baby ice demon before the humans find him.
Mobei Jun is not pleased when Tianlang Jun visits with his own son in tow but really, if he's not going to watch his children more closely TLJ doesn't see why he shouldn't steal them. He's got a past history of it! (Gestures at Zhuzhi Lang) It's a fun hobby!
He nearly misses the next step in his plan, this is admittedly the part he knows the least about. He finds the boy who will be the next Sect Leader of Cang Qiong Mountain Sect trying to break into a manor house and after scaring him senseless is able to get the whole dramatic story from him.
So he a Zhuzhi Lang terrify the Qiu family long enough for Yue Qi to steal his Xiao Jiu away. (Tianlang Jun recognizes the boy as soon as he sees him. Hello Shen Qingqiu, good to see you again.)
They escort the boys to the mountain too, just to be safe.
After that he waits, and waits and doesn't check who Huan Hua 's head disciple is... And after that very important date passes he resigns himself to this new future. He knew his meddling would change some things, he can live with this.
Years pass, he keeps up with his cultivator friends and does emperor stuff. His sister doesn't die, which is a pleasant surprise. Her 50s seem to mellow her out and she starts making an earnest effort to know her son. Poor Zhuzhi is torn before TLJ tells him that he is not betraying his uncle by having a relationship with his mother.
Now Shen Qingqiu and Yue Qingyuan start a very dramatic public relationship, so really it's a good thing there won't be a Luo Binghe in this world. The poor boy would be heartbroken.
He's not heartbroken by the way. He's fine! Totally fine! And he sticks to that story right up until he gets into a fight at a human bar, and takes a rogue cultivator's spiritual energy infused fist to the face.
He lays there on the floor until she comes over to nudge him with her foot.
"I didn't hit you THAT hard did I?" she asks.
She is still so so beautiful. He's missed her so much.
"Alas," he says. "I am incapacitated... Now my attacker can drag me off and have her way with me!"
And to think he had nearly forgotten the way she smiles with her eyes.
"Not interested."
"Oh please? Am I not handsome enough for you?"
Their daughter is born two years later, and TLJ is sure this means there will never be a Luo Binghe...
So you can imagine his shock twelve years later when their second child, a boy, is born and TLJ recognizes the baby staring up at him.
"Ah, hello Binghe."
"Oh that's a nice name, I like it." Demon Empress Su Xiyan says.
He's a little worried the next time they go to visit Cang Qiong Mountain Sect - but then Shen Qingqiu introduces them to his own new baby, only a few months older than Binghe. Shen Yuan and Su Binghe are utterly enamored with each other though. Hopefully that means everything will work out alright... He gets to actually make sure it does this time.
remembering that among all his other titles, Luo Binghe is also Huan Hua Palace Master is crazy. I really wonder what the hell the situation is there post-canon. is HHP basically defunct after Maigu Ridge? does he hand control over to someone else? or is he still a goddamn sect leader on top of everything else?
if he's still palace master, then I still have questions about HHP's position in the cultivation world since I imagine their reputation is not doing great after all the shit went down during the five year gap and immediately after. still, HHP was one of the four great cultivation sects, so like. do they still get invited to things, just to save face? I'm imagining a cultivation conference that Huan Hua Palace gets invited to, and Luo Binghe has to decide if he wants to attend as the spouse of a Cang Qiong Peak Lord, the sect leader of Huan Hua Palace, or the fucking emperor of the Demon Realm
I always assumed hhp was effectively defunct as their power seems to come through their sheer amount of wealth. But I dont imagine people are paying to send their kids there anymore with a demon in charge and I dont see many people calling them up when there's an issue. It'd be interesting to find out. I agree about them still getting invited to stuff to save face
I've been incessantly thinking about that one discussion oomfs were having abt liu qingge being experienced in the bedroom and he comes to find out bingqiu are having trouble during sexy time and he's like fine I'll give u pointers and he's being very civil and professional abt it.
but like imagine the crack, the awkward moments, imagine bingqiu coming so quick purely from foreplay, imagine sqq explaining how he wants it from the back and binghe crying abt wanting to see his face and qingge just says, "mirror" and bingqiu have stars in their eyes bcs wow he's so smart for that and why didn't they think of that.
Imagine qingge being so patient and sweet with bingqiu bcs they're new to this and all the different ways they could be having more fun in the bedroom so it doesn't tire out sqq and also manages binghe being insatiable. imagine qingge talking them thru it and that's how binghe finds out he has a thing for being praised (usually sqq is too out of it to praise him much less get any words out)
imagine sqq's relief when qingge's isn't as big as heavenly pillar and how he's more relaxed and lasts longer with qingge. Imagine binghe's reaction when he sees sqq whining and whimpering and begging for more with qingge and he's observing, taking mental notes and then straight up asking qingge, "shishoooOoOOooo how did u do that, I've been trying for AGES" and qingge's just like "I'll share ny notes with u."
Imagine when before all this qingge walks into their bedroom and binghe asks why are u here and he's like, "to show u what it's like taking it up the ass so u can be more careful with ur shizun" and sqq chucks his fan at him.
imagine bingqiu asking him how he's so experienced and he explains different pollens, plants, aphrodisiacs etc when he's out hunting and they're like how do u deal with it? and he explains and one of the solutions is self relief (iykyk) and binghe just gasps dramatically and goes, "shishu touches himself sexually???" and qingge's already reaching for this sword and sqq smacks him with his fan and binghe has the audacity to laugh.
imagine binghe moaning "shishu" and qingge just scowls and covers his mouth with his hand and looks over at qingqiu and asks, "does he do that to u too" and qingqiu is on the verge of tears like "yes and i dont know how to make it stop" and qingge just hmms in thought. meanwhile binghe is quite literally biting the hand that is covering his mouth and qingge removes it and wipes it on binghe's chest in disgust. that's how pet names are introduced during bedroom time.
imagineee soft gentle qingge with bingqiu who lets them freely try and experiment with whatever they want and qingge obliges, taking the reins so they're safe like sqq wanting to top him and then switching positions when he gets tired, binghe wanting to bottom with him mostly bcs he likes how qingge spoils him with attention and praise and he doesn't have to be as observant. imagine bingqiu trying to come up with excuses to get qingge into their bedroom again bcs wow this would be way more fun as a three way and he's kinda sexy when he's bossy and gentle at the same time.
bonus: binghe asking him what reverse cow girl is and qingge's just like that's for grownups.
my favorite thing abt liushen is that qingge is actually the more stable one and yes i also mean emotionally as well, he grew up in a loving family, he has a lovely sister, there's no reasonable excuse for him not to be, he's smart and surprisingly self aware too. That level of devotion, commitment, loyalty and healthy attachment comes from giving and receiving love. There is not a second where he doubts he is not good enough for SQQ, nor does he entertain such thoughts.
SQQ on the other hand, he'd rather deal with things than confront them head on, he doesn't really reach out and ask for help, mostly tries to fix things himself, he lies to himself a lot and is prone to escapism, he doesn't like being a burden, and he just straight up does not like Asking. Does he doubt whether or not he's good enough for LQG? He's not sure. Sure he's thought about it, but he mostly feels as though he inconveniences and worries qingge more than anything and he'd rather self detonate than be treated like a porcelain doll even though Qingge has never once made him feel anything of the sort nor has he ever treated Qingqiu like he was fragile. Yes he did take care of him at times Qingqiu neglected himself, but that's just what he does.
To shen qingqiu, the bare minimum of the affection and attention he receives from Qingge makes him feel like he's asking for the moon. If you ask Liu Qingge, he'd say there's nothing more precious to him than when shen qingqiu asks him of something. It doesn't matter the weight of the task, it means the world to him that shen qingqiu came to him, and however hard it may have been for qingqiu, he asked qingge for it. Qingge would do anything to make it happen.
When they're together, Liu Qingge isn't the Bai Zhan Peak Lord nor is he the War God of CQM. He is simply, Liu Qingge, a man who is madly in love and wholly devoted to his beloved, who is simply Shen Qingqiu when he's with Qingge. They're equals in their dynamic, there's no senior and junior. They just are, and that's Qingge's favorite thing about them.
Shen Qingqiu's favorite thing about them is that Qingge makes it seem like loving him is as easy as breathing when Qingqiu whole heartedly believed it was a chore to love someone such as himself. Always a bit too neglectful of himself, always a bit too much, and always a bit too difficult. He'd always been too much in every which way.
Liu Qingge though, he always held space for him. Shen Qingqiu felt like his muchness felt small in the vast adoration and affection Qingge showered him in. He always axknowledged Shen Qingqiu wholly, never neglected any part of him. Qingqiu always feels a bit embarrassed and speechless at the love he receives and how seen he feels by Qingge, but there's so much warmth, gentleness and light from Qingge and Shen Qingqiu couldn't bear to live without.
liushen post bingqiu marriage bcs i never got over the way qingge was treated anyway here it is
Liu qingge never really made peace with the fact that SQQ just left again, he did see him off before he left the mountain, of course he did. He pulled shen qingqiu aside and told him to write to him everyday so he knows he's safe. SQQ laughed softly telling him he's perfectly safe with binghe who was scowling a little distance away. Qingge couldn't help but look at his hands holding SQQ's and softly said, "I wish I could believe that." Eyes meeting Qingqiu's who was warmly smiling at him as he promised he'd write to him everyday and qingge promised he'd wait for a message from him everyday. Qingge left first so he wouldn't have to see SQQ leaving him once again. At least this time, he had color in his face, and that smiled that he missed so dearly, the smile he'll start missing again he realised. A familiar feeling of a pit in his stomach started to grow again as he walked away, he knew better than to pay too much attention to such feelings. He had better things to do anyway.
The first couple of days after SQQ's departure, they both sent letters to one another back and forth, nothing of importance really, just some daily updates, a few jokes here and there, qing jing disciples asking abt qingqiu, a threat for binghe cause he probably reads the letters too, the usual. It still calmed Qingge's nerves, they didn't have to bare their hearts out or talk about their deepest darkest secrets, he just needed to know that Qingqiu is alive and well. He constantly reminds SQQ that he's here anytime he needs him, not to be stubborn and do everything by himself, if he feels even slightly uncomfortable, CQM will always be here to welcome him back home, he'll be there, he just has to say so. Did it feel embarrasing? Not really. Did he feel like a fussy mother? Yes. And he hates it. He knows SQQ is more than capable enough, but if only he'd act that way too, it's like he loses his IQ every time he's around that demonic manchild husband of his.
A few days pass and there's no word from SQQ, Qingge's starting to worry, he's never felt so frustrated before, but he manages to calm himself down. He might just be busy, doesn't mean anything bad happened, besides he just got married, he probably needs his space, perhaps Qingge was too insistent abt writing to him that he completely neglected his shixiong's feelings. He decides he'll write to Qingqiu in a week or two, maybe he'll receive a letter by then too who knows!
A few days turn into a couple of weeks, Qingge already sent out another letter a week after and he's growing anxious. He's never done that before, he decides it's not something he wants to feel ever again. He didn't like this feeling and the way it was making him act, he went about his day, kept himself busy, but that worry was haunting him. He couldn't do anything except give in to that feeling, he did the only thing he could possibly think of. Destination Demon Realm it is then.
He speedran the entirety of Binghe's palace mansion thing, the guy had weirdass taste in architecture, it was mildly disappointing but anyway. He found himself standing in a bamboo house lookalike, heaving, covered in blood, cheng luan in hand and angry. SQQ stood in front of him baffled (who knew where Binghe fucked off to, at least he doesn't have his hands full dealing with him then) (thank GOD)
He was immediately greeted with SQQ's warmth flooding into him as he exclaimed, "Liu shidi! What a lovely surprise, I wasn't expecting you. Did you actually kill everyone on your way in? If you told me, I could've gotten the door for you." SQQ's warm smile, his aloofness, his ability to pretend like nothing was wrong, to just avoid confrontation and sip on his tea, the softness of his voice, he'd had enough. No more of this. Qingge was waiting for so fucking long for just one word from him. Nothing for WEEKS. If he'd just sent a piece of paper with just a thumbs up sign or even just ALIVE scrawled on it, Qingge wouldn't be dungeon crawler right now, whatever the fuck that was.
He walked towards SQQ slowly, as if sizing him up, the glare getting the message across as SQQ froze in place and qingge got up in his face. His voice suprising even himself as he quietly said, "I waited." pause. confusion on qingqiu's face. "I waited to hear from you. for weeks." SQQ seemed to relax as his shoulders sagged back and he walked around Qingge to take a seat at the table. "Liu shidi, why do you concern yourself so much with this one? I'm fine! See for yourself."
Qingge just looks at him, fuming, why can't qingqiu get it through his head??? "because I don't trust shixiong." "Liu shidi, you simply worry. You have no reason to doubt me. I am well. "
"The last time I trusted you, shixiong killed himself in front of my eyes." Qingge hadn't realised he was trembling until Cheng Luan slipped from his grasp and it was suddenly like a weight was dropped onto his chest. It reminded him of all those nights he spent waking up gasping for breath, choking out sobs after those recurring nightmares. He had refused to sleep or sit still for the first year following SQQ's so called death. He couldn't stomach anything, he stopped eating. He spent so long running from this feeling just to have it come back in front of the very last person he ever wanted, in his fucking marital room too what the fuck was this irony.
"The last time... " he stuttered out, breathing shallow as he spoke, "last time I had to carry your body back home." He's struggling to form words now, talk about timing. "Luo.. Binghe.... He..." gasp. "He... didn't... I.. " he'd already started hyperventilating, his hands trembling as he brought them to his face, pulling and running them through his hair to get himself to calm down, "You never... tell me anything." Why won't his breathing go back to normal!!! was talking always this difficult? he couldn't recall, "I wish you'd tell me." At this point he was actively choking down sobs and it required a shit ton of energy he didn't seem to have. "I waited and waited" but it only came out in something between a whisper and a sob. He couldn't do this anymore.
SQQ stood up at some point and reached out for Qingge, "Liu shidi, I -" but Qingge was too busy blinking back tears and gasping for breath as he clutched at his chest. God Fuck what is Happening right now. He just knew he needed to get away like 5 minutes ago. SQQ tried to reach out for him, to hold him, soothe him, support him in any way he can, but Qingge just kept stumbling back and he finally decided he'd had enough, "STOP. JUST STOP. YOU'VE DONE ENOUGH." SQQ stood there with an unreadable expression, unreadable mainly bcs Qingge just saw a blur through the tears. He needed to leave before he was able read that expression on qingqiu's face. Qingge picked up Cheng Luan and left immediately, when he was finally safe enough alone, he choked on his sobs as they wracked through his entire body, as he dry heaved, his body trying to force out anything remaining in his stomach. He cried till his eyes were swollen, saliva dripping from his lips from all the dry heaving, snot coming out of his nose and a migraine that was going to put him out of commission for a couple of days. At least he felt like he could breathe a bit again, the weight on his chest lightened significantly, all he could do was ignore the knots in his stomach. His game plan now was avoiding CQM for a while, last thing he needed was to be in the same space that he went through all of this in last time. Next, look for a place to crash for the next couple of days as he rides out this god awful migraine.
can someone PLEASE write a fic abt morph going to sabretooth after ep5 and sabretooth revelling in the opportunity to take something else from logan bc morph has complicated feelingssss
Synopsis. His crime? Missing Valentine’s Day. His punishment? You’re banning him from between those pretty Iegs of yours.
How long he lasts? Well…
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Higuruma x Reader, Gojo x Reader, Ino x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!reader, séx bans, puníshments, he misses Valentine’s Day, spoiIing, grovelling, WALK HIM LIKE A DOG, semi-pubIic (Toji’s), DlLF!Nanami, bouquets, they’re RUINED (without your p), p talking, cervíx smoochín, aphrodísiacs (Choso), true form!Sukuna, DP, spítting, chokíng, overstím, DÚMBlFICATlON, needy JJK men, GOJO’S POWERS, FÉRAL Gojo, use of cursed energy, he’s slightly insane, matíng presses, manhandIing, proposals creampíes, cúmfIation, cúmpIay, BRÉEDING, REACTIONS, pet names, swéaring.
A/N. The laaaaaaaaast of the Valentine’s Day parts heheheh <33
♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - 23rd FEB. at 9:56AM
“C’mon, mama.” What a sight to behold—speed-walking through the gym, with a 6’3 hunk that followed you like a lost puppy. His green eyes were permanently on you, scarred lips pulled into a semi-grin that screamed anything but apologetic.
If this was anyone else, then you’d have signalled security.
But this was Toji Fushiguro - and Toji Fushiguro was never the type to admit when he was sorry. And yet…he admits that, this time, the fault lies solely with him.
After all, he did accidentally miss Valentine’s Day for some gig Shiu had given him…
Toji gruffs, staring down those losers that followed you with their eyes. “What do I need to do to make it right, girl?” He bets they couldn’t even bench as much as him. “Do you want more flowers? Do you want me to beg? Because I will beg.”
“I know. You’re forgiven.”
He perks up, “So am I still banned from fu-”
“Yes.”
Damn…
You’re turning around to look at him- and the utterly crestfallen look on Toji’s face makes you giggle.
All of this might just be punishment for his forgetfulness, but you can’t deny that it sent a special zap of thrill down your spine to be the one making the Toji Fushiguro desperate like this.
Sauve. Cool. Collected.
Not even in the middle of his most impossible targets did he ever break a sweat- and yet, just your contemplative hum makes his breath hitch. Finger on your chin, wondering whether he deserved to have the sex ban taken off…or whether you wanted to make him grovel a little more.
His dark brows furrow, the tips of Toji’s ears burning. “The hell are ya laughing at?”
“Oh, nothing.” You’re humming, making your way over to the usual treadmills. “I’ll see you after the workout~”
“Huh? Wait-” He watches you leave. “What do you mean we’re working out separately now- wait—”
But alas, it was too late.
And you’re left with a fuming Toji Fushiguro. The gym floor quakes a little as he immediately storms over to the weight-lifting section, bench pressing just about double his personal max in less than ten minutes.
And it was a challenge. Arms straining on the metal pole, veins popping out in his neck. They cascaded down the expanse of his chiselled chest, dipping even lower down where his tank top drenches in sweat, even lower…His sweat seeped through his skin-tight top- leaving a glistening sheen across those biceps. You swear they looked about the size of your head when pumped like this.
Toji’s expression was almost erotic - dark brows furrowed, skin slightly flushed. His features seemed locked between something of a scowl and a sweet pleasure.
Sweet, sweet pleasure.
You’re watching him through the mirrors covering the walls- and it seemed that you weren’t the only one. People couldn’t tear their eyes off of Toji.
Some of the older women. Some of the personal trainers.
Even a few couples- yes, both of them.
And it makes something in you…bubbles. Something at the pit of your stomach that you don’t quite know how to name- but sour, sour realization floods you just as soon as you’re taking in the gaggle of college students. They were ogling Toji - as most were - yet the only difference remained in the fact that they were pushing one of the girls towards him. Phone in hand.
No doubt to ask for his phone number.
And that’s when you’re stopping your machine.
Heading over to your boyfriend in an instant—you reach him just as soon as he’s setting his loaded barbell on the rack. Breath ragged. Chest heaving. Without thinking much of it, he’s tugging on the hemline of his tank top n’ wiping the sweat off of his face - revealing such defined abs that it makes your own mouth water.
He sure was a sight to see- but that didn’t mean that just anyone could gawk at him.
And just because you imposed a sex ban, doesn’t mean that anyone could try and swoop in…
Toji’s green eyes flicker over to you instantly- “Eh? Come to tease me again-”
“I need to talk to you—” And without a second wasted, you’re holding onto one of Toji’s large wrists. Tugging him to his feet, you can’t help the pointed inflection in your voice as you continue- “-babe.”
The giggling group silences.
In just a few minutes- you have your feet headed towards the empty locker rooms, your hands pushing Toji into the nearest stall you find. He’s letting such a sleazy smirk cover his face as he lets himself be fucking pushed inside—
Before the shower turns on and suddenly you’re being fucked against the blue-and-white tile.
Your back against the wall. His roverin’ cockhead pounding into you at such a frenzied pace. Feverish. Furious.
Almost angry with your pussy for not lettin’ him feel you sooner.
He was just so biiiig and blushing that Toji manages to hit every spot- without even trying, he has you crying and mewling into his arms. Pushing in just long thrusts—“Fuck.” Toji whispers, hoarse tone barely audible over the rushing of the water. “Fuuuuuck, how I missed my pretty girl.”
You throw your arms around his shoulders. “M-missed you, too.” He was ruttin’ into you so hard that the heels of your feet were being cleanly lifted off of the tiled floors - and Toji himself was holding you up. With just a single hand on your waist.
One more between your legs n’ flicking your clit fervently—
Such a sinful grin spreads across Toji’s face. “Oh? Really?” Before the digits upon your clit start thumbing between your pussylips n’ spreading them all wiiiiiide open. Further and further open. He takes a gooood, long look at your drivelling hole—“Because I was talking about this pretty pussy right here.”
Your jaw drops.
“I-I—” Head dizzying with how fast he’s pinpointing every tiny spot with his tip. Hittin’ even the most hidden of crannies with his accurate, split-ended crown - over and over. Upturning those walls of yours and finding even more that you knew only he could reach—“I meant-” Fucking you from the flared tip of his shaft and down, down, dooooown to the girth of his base—decorated with so many curls of black that scraaatch at your core. “I mean…ngh, fuck.”
“My pussy-” He echoes out. “M-my pussy…” And Toji Fushiguro had the audacity to cock his head, his shaggy black bangs swaying. “What were you talking about, mama?”
Enough to leave you speechless- and to leave him grinning at his success. “That’s not the answer to that question, girl.”
“I know, but-”
“There are no buts.” Toji scoffs, rolling his verdant eyes.
And before you know it, he’s scooping you up into his arms- feet off the floor, ankles knotting around his waist. Toji pulls away from the tile then - who the hell said he needed the support of some damn wall to hold his pretty girl up? He’s merely tuggin’ you to him like a koala, stuck against his chiselled front—pounding up even harder n’ haaaaarder. Dragging his thick, vein-covered cock even loooonger down your channel.
“Sh-shit—” Throwing your head back. Gravity is making you slip n’ slide down Toji’s incredible body, your front pressing up against his abs. All you can really do is hold onto dear life.
You claw your fingers down his buff shoulders - hard enough to draw blood - and Toji merely fucking chuckles. “Toji, it feels so good—”
“I know.” He answers cockily- before craning his head down and aiming a dollop of spittle between your legs. Strikin’ your pussy dead-on. Even though he didn’t really need it - the water n’ your slickness was enough to let Toji pummel in at such a raaaapid pace. He just liked to see how you’re squirming at the sensation, “And who wanted a fucking- sex ban, again?”
The water rushed down his hair and obscured his sight- and whatever you could see from between his long black bangs was just…fuck. The sheer feral need in his eyes made you shiver. “It was m-”
“Oh, wait.” Toji hums in wonderment. Eyes settling down on you, as if just seeing you for the first time. “Do you know who it was? It was you—wasn’t it, mama?”
“Y-yes-”
“Oh yeah? Thought you could go without my cock for that long, did ya?” Toji snickers, pinching your clit. It’s hard enough to make you bounce n’ buck your treacly cunt back down his shaft— “Heh—look at ya. Didn’t even last three weeks- hah, honestly. Have some more discipline, girl.”
“You’re telling me to have more discipline.” You gasp. “And who forgot Valentine’s Day-”
“Eeeeeasy there, mama.” He trundles out. Voice low. Almost dangerous. Another pinch on your clit- “Don’t make me put you under a sex ban.”
Your lips part, “You wouldn’t…”
“I would.”
His globular tip swipes down your cervix, leaving what feels to be a permanent mark. Slides of his gooey precum—“And now…” Toji leans in to whisper his next few words in your ear, scorching hot pants against the cool water. “-you’re gonna cum.”
Shivers run down your spine.
Toji continues in his guttural tone. “You’re gonna cum around my cock, and when you do you’re gonna scream so loud that it’ll alert the gym.” Already hearing the grin in his words- “And then m’gonna cum inside you. You won’t wash it out until we get home - you’re gonna walk out there with my cum dripping down your legs.” Toji leaves a final piiiinch on your clit. “And after this, you’re never puttin’ me under one of those damn bans ever again. Understood?”
“U-understood.”
“Good girl.”
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By the time he’s finished with you - way, waaaaay past your allotted time - you’re adjusting your uncomfortable leggings before going out. Feeling the sploshin’ of Toji’s gooey white cum inside of you, it’s a damn quest to try and walk properly.
And Toji doesn’t even try to leave the locker room at different times in order to avoid suspicion. He’s sauntering out proudly and throwing an arm over your shoulders, tugging you to his side.
Giving the most shit-eating grin at those other bastards that stare at him in envy.
You wonder out loud how you’re not banned from that gym yet.
Toji takes that as a challenge.
♡ NANAMI KENTO - 18th FEB. at 7:46PM
“Papa, you forgot something!” Itadori Yuji squeaks out as he’s walking up the daycare steps. Spider-Man back-pack tightened with four different straps around his chubby body, his light-up shoes illuminating every step of the way.
Everyone knew when Yuji arrived at his classroom—the students because of his totally awesome shoes, the parents because of…his father.
Nanami Kento stood tall, stoic and composed as the sea of parents dropping off their kids parted for him. Blond hair slicked back immaculately. Glasses sharp and polished.
His silhouette drew eyes - whether one was conscious of it or not - though his own merely settled down upon his son. Crinkling slightly in concern, “Forget? Did you forget your lunchbox again, Yuji?”
The pink-haired boy shakes his head.
The older man hums, “Then did you forget your extra clothes?”
He shakes his head.
“Your football?”
He shakes his head.
“My goodbye hug?”
“No, papa—” And honestly, Nanami had no idea that a four-year-old could sound so exasperated with someone else. Yuji sighs and shakes his head in a way the man knew he picked up from him- “You forgot it’s Valentine’s Day!”
Oh.
Nanami’s lips part, and he sweeps a glance around the classroom corridors - looking as if love threw up inside it. Pink fairy lights and streamers. Heart-shaped designs. So there was a reason everything seemed a little…brighter than usual today, and- wait.
Wait, that explained the special heart-shaped pancakes you’d made for him. The twinkle in your eye. The rather lengthy pawing n’ kissing in the privacy of your bedroom.
Oh.
He intakes a sharp breath, “I didn’t wish my love—” Nanami looks at his pink-haired little traitor. “Why didn’t you tell me, sunshine? I should’ve wished your momma as soon as the sun rose- oh, and I need to buy roses. Then the gifts—wait, didn’t she say she wanted-”
“Papa…”
Nanami snaps out of it immediately- then straight into something new. “Did your momma seem mad, Yuji?”
“I don’t know.” He shrugs, “Momma told me not to tell you.”
Oh, you were definitely mad…
“She also said she was gonna teach you a lesson when you get home- it was funny.”
Oh.
The boy shuffles. “Papa, can I go now?”
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Lo and behold, that was how Nanami Kento found himself suffering under…a sex ban. Ever since the 14th of February, you’d forbidden your handsome husband from touching you, fucking you, making you cum—even kisses were chaste.
And though you had to admit that your stoic husband kept it together quite well, you say the way his tie got just a little looser n’ looser every day.
The way he’d linger his eyes on you too long. The way he’d take a longer time during showers.
No doubt fucking his fist to the thought of you.
And…you’re almost embarrassed to admit it, but it takes just four days for you to get impatient.
Yes, you.
Ogling how his toned body would fill out those button-ups of his, how he only seemed to be getting more handsome by the day.
Nanami had taken up a tradition of buying you a bouquet every single day to make up for Valentine’s Day - and it’s the night of the 18th when you finally just snap-
“F-fuck—ngh.” Just dragging him to your shared bedroom and sitting him down on the bed- you just barely tug off his tight work pants. Just enough to take his thick tip out. Bracing yourself before bouncin’ your hips down and taking his girthy tip in whole-
Your back arches, toes curling.
The most lecherous whine leaves you—almost as lecherous as the sloppy sluuurp! of his honed cockhead pressing between your pussylips. Such an incredible carnal stretch that you’ve missed so much, “Fuck, it feels so good.” You gasp. “I’ve missed you s’much.”
“Shiiiit—” His bouquet drops from his hands. Red rose petals on the carpeted floor now- Nanami’s deep voice had taken on a breathy lilt, “Shit, momma-”
“I’m s-still mad at you.” You’re huffing down at him. “But my- ngh, pussy’s missed you soooo much—”
“I know, darling. I know.” His forehead lines with a trickle of sweat. Nanami’s eyes fall half-lidded as he feels himself get swallowed up deeper n’ deeeeper inside you.
With the most damp sluuuuurping noises. Just so cute - it’s like you were gobbling him up.
Two of his hands clasp at your unsteady ankles, bending them to his will ‘round his toned waist. Before you can say anything in response, he uses the leverage to fuck a good strike at your core. All the way from tip to hilt. And as you’re shrilling out, he murmurs. “This fat fuckin’ cock missed your pussy, too.”
“R-really?” Though you don’t even need to ask - you could feel the way his bulbous tip throb-throb-throbbed all the way deeply inside you.
Nanami’s blond hair shuffles as he nods. “Missed you sooooo fucking much-” Almost too dirty to fall from the gentleman’s mouth. “Feel how much harder I am—?” Dragging his vein-decorated shaft aaaaaall down your sopping wet walls, pushing them apart. “Feel how much- fuck, bigger m’getting?” The way each pulsation only seemed to make him swell, his round flared tip growing even wider. It’s the perfect structure to scrape every sweet spot- and Nanami knew just where his wife’s favorite areas were. “Feel how hungry I am for you?”
You gape, “Hungry?”
And when he responds, there’s something utterly shattered in his tone. “Yes—” Breath gusting out in a scorching breeze- pants damp, canines pricking at your neck. Your husband sinks his teeth into that tender skin at your throat, “Fucking famished for this pussy.”
And he’s fucking you just like it, too.
Pourin’ out wads of pre into every nook n’ crevice. Twitching his bulbous cockhead against even the tiniest of nerves inside- he jerks his hips up a mile a minute. Utterly pounding into the back of your pussy—
Until it was nothing but a gooey, battered mess. Slick with all the translucent sap he was emptying out-
“Missed you so much.” He husks out against your clammy skin. Holding you tighter n’ tighter to his sculptured pecs, the more he’s honing out direct thwacks! inside you. Just four days without this perfect pussy and he’s a man gone. “Missed you- fuck, missed you so much—”
“B-but you always seemed unbothered.” Huffin’ down at him, your lips twist into a pretty pout- one that he’s reaching up and biting. “I thought it was just me that- ngh, missed you like this.”
“Oh, my love.” The sheer force of his thrusts was enough that you find yourself clawing onto his broad shoulders. To help you balance, Nanami loops his strong forearms around the small of your back- tugging you to him. “I thought about this pussy every single day that I didn’t have her.”
And that’s not all…as if to prove his point, the blond-haired man reaches down one hand and tugs on your perked clit—
It was just swollen and throbbing for attention- and he gives it all that you wanted. Rolling the calloused pad of his thumb right over it, up and down. Long swipes. Slight circles. Edging the tip of it between your wet crevice- in just a few seconds, you swear you’re starting to feel Nanami write out things on top of your overstimulated nub.
What you swear were swirls and loops.
And you recognized Nanami Kento’s handwriting- hell, you’d been married to the guy for years now! That neat, slanted script. So it doesn’t take you long - not until he punctuates a slight puuuuush that you assumed to be a dot - that it hits you like four semi-trucks at once.
Nanami was writing out ‘missed you’ on top of your cunt.
Over and over again.
So many times that you’re starting to feel a bit raw with pleasure.
You cling onto him for dear life, “And what did you think about?"
“What?” He breathes, brain too muddled.
Your delayed response. “And what did you think about- ngh, Kento?”
Nanami throws his head back and lets out a faint, grumbling whimper as you’re clenching around him - just as gone as you. These few days had rendered him extra, eeextra sensitive to even the slightest twitches and sensations of your cunt. He whispers out an answer that you can’t hear.
“What was that, baby?” Fluttering your lashes at him, leaning in close.
A slight channel of slick n’ precum escapes from your wettened hole- and makes his breath hitch. He repeats.
“What was—”
He repeats it.
And this time, he’s pummelin’ straight into the veeeeery bottom of your gummy pussy with it. Swiping out his spot there-
“I thought about getting you pregnant.”
And Nanami’s fucking you like he’d rather die than not have you all round n’ glowing - plump with his child - by next Valentine’s Day. If he could get you pregnant tonight itself and make you a family of four by then—then that’s even better.
A stripe of his gooey white cum- “Let me make up for these four days, my love?”
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Next Valentine’s Day, it’s the three of you that are dropping off Yuji at school- you, your husband, and your baby. Just a few months old but already matching the energy of her older brother.
Yuji skips up to the steps - just a year more and he’ll be in first grade already. How time passes.
He announces in that bright voice of his, “You didn’t forget Valentine’s Day this year, papa.”
Nanami slightly blushes at the attention of the other parents around you two - at him, at you, at Yuji’s voice, and at the presence of your cute lil’ daughter. They looked torn between coming up to congratulate the two of you, and keeping their distance from a baby so young—Nanami was known to be a private man, after all. If it hadn’t been for Yuji’s excited announcements, the daycare might not have ever known of the newest addition to your family.
His hair. Your eyes.
“That’s right, sunshine.” Nanami pats Yuji’s head of pink hair, “I won’t be forgetting any time soon.”
♡ GETO SUGURU - 3rd MARCH at 11:03PM
You weren’t going to last.
That’s right—you weren’t going to last.
That sex ban had been set on the 14th of February, once Geto Suguru - your ever-handsome leader of the Time Vessel Association - had deemed that his favorite little association member hadn’t…celebrated Valentine’s Day quite to his standards.
Though you had no idea what he was talking about- you’d planned everything out perfectly.
You’d spoiled him with a jasmine bouquet, he’d spoiled you with even more red roses.
You’d spoiled him with his favorite traditional Japanese breakfast, he’d spoiled you with your favorite (courtesy of the chefs in the Association, of course).
You’d wanted to ride him silly- he’d wanted to fuck you pregnant. See, that’s where the little miscommunication seemed to have happened - if you can even call it that. Because in the end you’d been pummeled with his thick, veiny cock—for but a total of two rounds before you’d exhausted yourself to sleep in his arms (it’d been a long day of planning, alright?)
But the thing is, Geto Suguru hadn’t wanted to go two rounds.
Geto Suguru had wanted to go…all night.
And you never fall asleep before the revered leader. Never. Was his cock really that boring to you? Did this even count as celebrating Valentine’s Day at all, then?
Geto Suguru was a ruthless ruler.
It was considered that you missed Valentine’s Day- yes, you missed it.
Thus, you were henceforth and until further notice- banned from having sex with the esteemed leader until you improved your stamina. Which was quite the unfair match-up - Geto had training in martial arts, in cursed energy, in reverse cursed energy. How were you supposed to compare?
He was fucking mean.
And to be quite honest, a part of you had the nagging feeling that Geto was simply riling you up for the fun of it…and you wouldn’t be surprised.
Which is why when you’d sucked up your pride n’ finally asked him to fuck you by March—he’d merely raised a dark brow. Sharp. Scouring. “And have you finally fixed that pitiful stamina of yours?” He’s spitting, “I do not wish to be insulted once more…”
“I h-have.” You’d claimed- alright so maybe you hadn’t worked on your stamina just like he’d said. But who was Geto Suguru to know?
His brow raises even higher.
He knew. He definitely, definitely knew.
But to your utter surprise- Geto is tugging on the dark fabric of his robes. Beckoning you with a single look over to his futon, “Alright.” Clipped and chilling. “But I hope you know that I am not a merciful man, gorgeous.”
You’d never scrambled over to him faster.
Because when Geto Suguru fucked you- he fucked you.
Just like he hated you. In no time, he had your jittery legs on his shoulders n’ his rounded cockhead pushing between your pussylips. Just stretch-stretch-streeeetching out the first rim of your entrance before draggin’ away down that tight channel.
The long-haired man tugs open all those cute lil’ crannies that you’ve missed being stimulated. Your back arching off of the ancient tatami as he folded you sooooo deep in half—ass cheeks barely touching the floor in this ruthless mating press he had you in.
Cock hitting the back of your pussy for hours. And hours.
And hours and hours.
“P-please—” You warble out in your shattered tone, head throwing backwards. It’s hitting the surface behind you with a dull thud- and Geto merely huffs out a chuckle.
He raises his left hand - and for a second, you think he might just use it to cushion the back of your head. But instead…Geto uses it to clasp onto your poor, perspired neck and shoves you deeper against the floor-
“Don’t make me put ya into a headlock before you hurt yourself.” He snickers out, something animalistically breathy in his tone. Those thick fingertips of his squeeze either side of your neck- swervin’ his luscious tip inside even faster. “Because just know—”
And the hairs on the back of your neck raise once Geto Suguru leans into whisper.
“-that when I say all night long…” And for the nth time tonight, his slick n’ mazing tip drives you straight into your high. “-I mean all night long.”
“A-all night…” Your mouth hopelessly babbles.
Spit drivels down either side of your mouth—and Geto wastes no time before leaning down and lickin’ them away. “Keep it clean, gorgeous.” He murmurs against your lips, “M’gonna make a mess of you- hah, anyway the next time I cum inside. Again.”
His sweetened sap was already sploshin’ away inside of you- and even the tiniest jolts of his tip made him stir you from the inside. You drag a hand down your bloated-feeling front and whine, “Again?”
“Yes?” Geto asks, “Something the…matter—?”
And whatever your answer had been, it’s getting fucked back down your throat with his bludgeoning cock. Frenzied. Fast. Ferocious in the way he was claiming every single inch of space inside you. Nothing but a pinkish blur between those poor legs of yours- and you might not realize it in this state, but Geto himself had missed you.
How he’d missed the feeling of this velvety pussy. The way you’d open up just for him n’ seemed to mold your channel to his girth- and he was rather girthy, if he did say so himself. The way you’d clench ‘round him at even the tiniest sparks of pleasure-
And right now it’s as if you were holding him hostage.
Making him rut his hips wetly into yours - slick n’ cum spraaaying out of your hole and creating a mess in-between - again and again and again—
He tightens his restraint on your neck until you’re seeing stars- veins popping out from his hand. “Something-” Each word was punctuated by the most thorough gash of his swollen shaft, thudding against your gooey cervix. “-the- matter- gorgeous?”
“N-nothing—!” You babble out. “Nothing at all-”
“Then why’s this pretty pussy trying to- mmm, run away from me, hm?” He’s humming.
And you snap your head down- it’s just then that you’re registering the ministrations of your hips. The way you lurch back just a bit when he’s hitting a spot just right, feet planted flatly on the mattress.
You bounced and swerved - almost as if you weren’t sure whether you wanted to run away or fuck back down for more, more, more. For the feeling of his smooth slippery tip reaching into your deepest depths- fuck, you’d almost forgotten how much he stretched you out.
And Geto doesn’t wait for an answer before he’s running you straight into another orgasm. And another.
“What? Can’t handle it?” Fingernails digging into your soft skin by now. “Can’t handle it?” His balls were still big n’ heavy with so many wads of cum yearning to be inside you- “Can’t handle it? Can’t handle it—? Speak up.”
“I can.” Gasping out in your botched tone. “I can- I can—”
“Then what?”
“It’s just-”
“I knew it.”
But that was a test, you see.
He didn’t want to know the answer - for now. He just wanted to know if you could match all the claims you uttered- if you could take him all night long like he’d promised.
Dawn wasn’t even close to breaking.
Your drenched cunt quivers. His own cock dribblin’ out a clingy line of slick—“I already toooooold you.” He replaces the hand on your stomach with his own, right palm cascading down the front. Geto pushes down on that cute lil’ bump he was fucking into you, “First, you miss Valentine’s Day-”
“But I didn’t-”
“Then you lie to me about improving your stamina-”
“Well…”
“If you can’t handle it, then don’t fuck me—”
“B-but-”
Shutting you up with a looong swab right near your throat. “Because how else m’I going to get you pregnant, gorgeous?”
And as you’re struggling to get out a single coherent sentence, Geto sighs. Dramatic.
“And here I thought you’d finally match my freak-” Something he’d learned from an audio Larue had been listening to, something he found quite amusing himself. “Here I thought you’d match my stamina-” He was probin’ his long shaft into the door to your womb. “Here I thought we’d finally get you pregnant for next year—”
“Y-you still can-” You whisper.
He leans in. “What was that?”
“You still- hck! can.” Increasing the volume of your tone, and it makes Geto’s pretty amethyst eyes widen. “Promise you still can. It’s still March.”
Geto hums in interest, “And about that concern you had before then…?”
“I was just worried…” Splaying out your hand on top of his- on top of your stomach. Slightly bloated with the sheer amount of gooey, glittering was struck to your walls—the slightest push is enough to make you trickle out between your legs. “-that it might not fit, Suguru.”
And something in him seems to twitch.
His cock seems to jolt—
You’re being fucked even deeper into your mating press before you know it. With Geto’s roverin’ cockhead flooding your bruised, battered insides in his syrupy sap - it leaves a carnal part of you feeling so satisfied.
The way he rests his weight on your lower half to stop you from moving around too much.
“Oh, gorgeous…” Breathless. “I’ll just make it fit.”
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It’s the very next day - even without formal confirmation - that Geto Suguru announces to his association the imminent birth of his heir.
You find that announcement to come true soon enough.
♡ CHOSO KAMO - 14th FEB. at 9:12PM
To be quite honest, Choso Kamo didn’t know that there was a human…culture surrounding this date. He’d never heard of it before.
Imagine the half-curse’s surprise when he wakes up one day and the world seemed to be drenched in pink and red. Why were there hearts plastered upon every shop window he saw? Why did the population of couples somehow seem to double? Why did strangers insist upon trying to hand him chocolates as he walked down the street?
Wondering whether his last blood manipulation technique had left him feeling light-headed, Choso knew to seek the smartest person he knew for answers - you.
His beloved human girlfriend.
And when you’d given him a brief run-down of the semi-holiday—well, Choso Kamo was in tears. Why? Well, because no one told him that he’d just missed a perfectly fine opportunity to spoil you, of course!
All those candy shops he passed, all those plushie stores he ignored…
You’re telling him that he should’ve just dropped everything he was doing and bought out the whole store?! (No, you were not telling him that—but Choso was certainly thinking it). And he believed it, too.
Which is why - as the self-dubbed Worst Boyfriend in The World - Choso demanded that you punish him with a sex ban. And when you’d refused, he’d punished himself with a sex ban.
“I-I don’t deserve it, baby.” He’d wrapped his arms around himself and turned away, as if the mere sight of you in your pajamas was enough to tempt him into breaking his ban. “I can’t even look at myself in the mirror after not knowing such a thing-”
“Choso, baby.” You’d interrupted him. “Shut up.”
He’d grown hard in his pants at that.
The first hour, it had been…do-able. Choso was still alive, he felt like he was still alive.
And his cock had remained behaved in his pants.
Three hours in and he was…shattering slightly at the edges. He’d disappeared into your underwear drawer when you weren’t looking- stealing one of your prettiest scraps of lace and fucking his first raw using it.
That had bated him.
At least until the fifth hour, when you’d asked to cuddle in bed.
And Choso felt his cock jolt just a little in his pants- eagerly agreeing. Tightening. Though you should’ve known that something was off when he’d asked to be the big spoon this time (Choso Kamo was never the big spoon), but you didn’t think much of it…
Then had come the seventh hour—two hours into cuddling you. Two hours into having his raging hard erection pressed up against your ass- and he thought he was going a little insane.
He needed to distract himself- he needed to think of something else.
Anything.
And it’s then that those unfortunate pretty eyes of his had fallen upon the small wrapper upon your bedside cabinet. The small slab of sweetness.
The small piece of chocolate.
Without thinking much of it, Choso had reached out and torn it open - fingers jittery to do something. He’s popping both halves into his mouth.
“Wait-” You’re catching his action—only too late. “Cho, baby, that’s-”
But it was too late. He’d started feeling hot all over. Feverish. “Baby—what is this-”
“Aphrodisiac chocolate.” Sighing. “I’d bought it for us today - yes, one half for each - but since you put on that sex ban…”
It’s all the explanation that he fucking needs before he’s tearin’ at your poor pajama shorts. Furious. Feral. Before he’s leaving them in shatters- and leaving you with your voice lost in your throat, Choso’s angry red tip swivelling inside.
Just so wet with pre and rock-hard.
His sex ban had lasted seven hours.
The ridge of his cockhead was flared so widely, scrapin’ against all those tender spots inside you. It’s a lecherous sensation - enough to make you clench, enough to make you hold Choso’s fat cock hostage. Drool wettens Choso’s lips as you clench—“S-sex ban?”
Did that sound like a question?
Because your poor boyfriend’s tone was wavering almost comically upwards towards the end- ruined. He punctuates it not with a question mark, but with a solid sopping thrust inwards. Shovelling just a few more of his inches in-
“Yes?” You pant out. It already feels as though he was pumping against the corner of your lungs. “Baby, wasn’t that what you said- oh.”
Yet another smooooch of his lengthy cock- it drives inside and presses on a tender spot you particularly like. “Sex ban?” Choso repeats. There’s an almost urgent look in his eyes, glazed and glittering with dark need. “No—”
And then he’s shaking his head fervently- for a mere few seconds before he glues his split-ended tip to the roof of your cunt. Bottoming-out.
He collapses his muscular body onto you and pants-
“No, no.” Hips stuttering, though that doesn’t stop him from drilling into you like a maddened man. Lecherous, long strikes of his cock. “No, that can’t be—I’d never ban myself from something as h-heavenly as this pussy…”
“But you-” You’re starting to refute him.
Only for Choso to pump out a few direct hits to your cervix—groaning. “Because l-look how pretty she is takin’ my big cock.” He whispers, marveling at the way you clung onto him. Your sopping wet walls were lacquered in a good gleam of his precum, so tight that he almost thinks he wouldn’t fit- but you always do manage to surprise him. “Look how goooood she feels wrapped ‘round me- my pretty pussy.”
And then he’s fucking and fucking into you-
At an irregular pace - sloppy and staccato. It’s almost as if he couldn’t control just when and how his hips were moving, merely chasing that carnal instinct within him. That little voice that told him to bruise his achin’ hot cockhead at the base of your cunt, and then push n’ push n’ puuuuush as deep as it could go.
If he wasn’t knockin’ at your womb, then each thrust wasn’t worth it.
“Look how—” Head dipping into the crook of your neck, those clammy brown strands of his hair stick to your skin. He was blushin’ and shaking all over- “Look how good she ngh- feels when she’s being fucked by me? She’s been waiting for my cock all this time, riiiight?”
You’re unable to answer, merely twitching as Choso runs a finger down your slit. Pressing perfectly on the button of your clit.
“Of course, she is. Look how wet she is f’me—h-how could I ever deny her?” Baritone taking a shaky degree, wetness pouring out of him in waves and splatters. “Look how much she wants to- ngh.”
And it’s then that Choso’s ruddied tip twitches daaaangerously.
You knew that your beloved boyfriend was the sensitive type- but to this extent? It’s almost as if being away from your pussy (for a few hours, yes, but even that was torture for Choso Kamo) had rendered him more sensitive than ever.
More susceptible to getting pussydrunk.
More susceptible to getting addicted to the slippery clench of your cunt. Those pretty walls that opened up for him—straight down to your even prettier womb.
He rubs the sides of his shaft rawly against your walls and whimpers- “L-look how much she wants to be filled up with my cum.”
And it’s then and there that Choso is talking himself into an orgasm. The textured sensations of your cunt. The wetness of your constant sap. The way you were looking up at him with teary eyes- his sheer length almost too much for you to handle.
And this was too much for him to handle.
Choso merely reels his hips back a bit- before pummeling deepest into your depths and pourin’ out his cum with such a squeeeelch! A lecherous sound. The sound of his dewy wads of seed emptying out at the bottom of your pussy, filling you up from the inside out-
He’s throwing his body forwards and crushing you to him. “Baby, m’never gonna think of a sex ban ever again—” Murmuring wetly into your skin. You swear he was almost in tears- “Never. M’sorry, but I just don’t think I can handle it.”
“You really didn’t have to, Cho—” You reassure him.
And at that, he slips out just a few more beads of ivory cum. “N-ngh, don’t say that unless you want me to cum again.”
“Maybe I do.” Cocking your head up at the pretty boy- “That aphrodisiac is said to last five hours, after all.”
He shivers.
You throw your arms around his sweaty neck and pull him closer. “And it is still Valentine’s Day. Why don’t you make it up to me like this, Cho?”
He does end up cumming again.
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The next day, Choso Kamo ends up buying out all the nearest candy shops and plushie stores. Some of them being delivered later on in the day, some of them being carried in dozens upon dozens of bags upon his two hands - not that he minds. He’d carry anything for you. To you.
After all, it’s not like you’ll be walking for about the next week…
♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - 1st MARCH at 1:23PM
“Cheh—and it’s not like I’m upset about it, or anything!” The King’s fervent denials make the walls of the throne room trundle - almost as loud as Ryomen Sukuna’s voice, were his blatant lies.
And yet, Uraume has long since learned to keep their mouth shut during times like this.
They sit poised before Sukuna, head bowed and expression of something contemplative. He might have four eyes, but he’ll never be able to tell how his right-hand follower was on the verge of laughter. Of tears from the sheer amount of laughter.
They might have to take a leave of absence after this.
And Sukuna - never the less oblivious - slams all four fists down on the armrest of his throne. Echoing in a hollow voice, “I just fail to understand why my…most tolerable human has refused to copulate with me these days. Although, even that should be understandable- if she wishes not to, then she wishes not to. I can understand that. But my question is why as of the 14th of the last moon cycle-” He sits upright in his seat, seething. “-she pretends that I do not even exist! Me—the King—!”
Uraume manages to disguise a laugh as a cough. “The 14th of the previous moon cycle, you say, Your Majesty?”
“Hm?” He grunts. “And what of it?”
“Well, then perhaps you should know that you missed a day that is quite important, Your Majesty.” They lightly sip their tea as the King’s interest piques- “In certain cultures, the 14th of the year’s second month is celebrated as the day of love. To express one’s affection for their lover, their family, and their friends.”
The King stays quiet.
Uraume finishes their tea. “Tell me, Your Majesty—had you gifted your lover anything on the 14th?”
He sputters, “I-I—well, not quite but-”
“Did you wish prosperity upon her on the 14th?”
“No, but-”
“Did you act in a manner deemed nicer than your…usual demeanour?”
“No-”
“Nothing at all?”
“No.” Sukuna runs two hands down his rugged face, “Heavens…”
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And it doesn’t take long for Ryomen Sukuna - over three weeks late - to finally shower you with gifts. Lavish, as a King should provide for his Queen.
In the most expensive silks in this land and the next few, too. In the most intricate little trinkets that he knew you’d love. In the most gorgeous jade twinkling in the moonlight. In the most sweet-smelling perfumes. The most sweet-tasting candies.
Everything and anything.
Though he personally believes that nothing could taste as sweet as you.
And he shall have a word or two later with you- something about telling him directly whenever you wanted something of him. But right now, he was faaar too busy sprawling you out flatly on your bed. Pressing two hands into the smooth mattress beside your head, as two of his swervin’ cockheads fucked you dizzy—
He was fucking that pout right off your lips.
“S’this pussy still furious?” Sukuna coos down mockingly at you- both sets of his lips twisting into the meanest grin.
As you struggled to get out the words - past those thick, bludgeoning shafts - he merely leans down. Fluttering those pinkish lashes at you, Sukuna’s second mouth opens up wiiiiiiide—licking up the crevice of your pussy. “S’this pussy still angry at me for forgetting ah- Valentine’s Day? I don’t think sooo—”
And almost on cue, you’re sputterin’ out in a gooey mess of slick. It travels down your legs and gets lapped up by Sukuna’s monstrous tastebuds- “M-maybe I still am.”
He hums from the primal depths of his chest. “I know you are, woman.” Those crimson irises of his roll, a scoff scorching down your features. “But what about this pussy—”
You tighten your legs around his waist, “Sh-she is, too-”
“I beg to differ.” And just then, Sukuna spanks—! one hand down upon your throbbing clit. His other two hands clutch your ankles to throw you off balance- to stop you from bucking. His sleazy grin only seems to grow as he watches the thiiiiick sheen of slick at your inner thighs. “See? She loves me.”
“She’s mad at you-”
A hit at your gummy cervix—two. “She loves me-”
“She-”
And then snaking right down to your g-spot—you’re feeling both of his rugged, rounded tips massage your sweetest spot. He doesn’t even properly thrust for a few moments- the King ruts his hips back n’ forth. “See—?” Aiming to bruise his rock-hard lengths against the sides of your walls - your nerves - making you feel him from the tips of your toes to the top of your head. “She fuckin’ loves me~”
You don’t get to contradict what he’s saying.
You don’t even get to try- because at that very second, you’re throwing your head back and cumming. Unable to control the lightning bolts of white-hot pleasure that run down your spine—sensations of his rounded tips driving you wild.
Pummeling.
Shovelling in and out. In and out.
Probin’ against the areas you were most sensitive, emptying out wads of precum in sinful splats. “Th-that’s just not fair…” Voice hatching into the prettiest whines in your throat- it’s just what makes him arch his powerful hips and buck, buck, buck.
More. More. More.
Sukuna rests two hands underneath your spine n’ aaaarches you even more for him. Like this, it’s easy enough to see where the rounded bumps of his monstrous cocks were hitting your cervix. Thud-thud-thud. “Fuh-fuuuuuck, Kuna.” And at the very same time, his lecherous tongue sticks out and drags up and down your dripping wet slit. “Not fair- really not fair-”
“Not fair that this pussy likes me more than you?” He titters, “Now, that’s not fair t’me—”
“Oh, you-”
“Poor, poor Ryomen Sukuna.” He pretends to weep, to shake his head. “With no clue as to why his favorite human is ignoring him.”
“Shit-” He pumps a direct hit to your womb. Twitching there in warning.
“If it was gifts you’d wanted, then I could buy you this whole damn world-”
Your eyes widen, “The world?”
“Yes, the world.” Sukuna sounded dead serious. “Don’t be frugal, woman.” And you didn’t doubt that he didn’t have enough gold to do so- or at least give a damn valiant try. Sukuna digs his honed, blackened fingernails upon either side of your hips—cocks fucking you through your first high and straight into another. Another. Another. “Do you know how many nights we’ve lost together?”
It just feels so fucking gooood to have his furious, feverish tips pressing into every spot. You can only whine—
“Do you know how many times I could’ve cum inside this pussy until then?” Almost reminiscing as he fucks you, all those times he’s done so before. Will do so again. “Do you know how many times I’ve lost having that pretty pussy squeeze ‘round me when she cums- yes, you do that.”
Your breath hitches, “S-squeeze…?”
“Mhmm—” Ravenous red eyes narrowing down at you. There’s an almost feral grin upon his face- “Didn’t you know that? She squeezes around both cocks- like she wants to hold me back whilst she cums. Like she can’t- fuck, bear to leave.”
“Oh my god-” You gasp. Arching into his plush pecs.
And Sukuna is more than happy to let you do so - in fact, one of his hands lifts off of the bed to crush your face into his chest. Your mouth slobberin’ stupidly all over his pinkish nipples—his second mouth swabbin’ his tongue between your pussylips n’ fucking straight into your hole.
While he fucks you with two cocks. The stretch was just incredible.
The next time you reach your highs, you’re squirting.
“And you say this pussy doesn’t love me…”
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The next morning, Uraume wakes up at the crack of dawn- as per their duties.
And they have to admit that last night…they didn’t obtain a satisfying rest. Forget eight hours of sleep, they’d have been lucky to get eight winks—no thanks to their King of Curses, of course. The constant pounding and rattling and rutting had echoed all throughout this wing of the Royal Estate.
And whenever Uraume had thought it had finally paused and perhaps their King had retired for the night- it would start right up again.
It must’ve been right before daybreak that they finally heard the last creeeeeak–! and groan of those ancient bedsprings.
And just like that…peace.
They’d closed their eyes for all but 1 minute and 34 seconds, of course. Uraume would know, they counted.
And they’re stomping right out of bed- genuinely reconsidering that leave of absence when—
A knock at their door.
Possibly one of the other attendants. Possibly some problem or the other that they had to address right away- honestly, give a person time to brush their teeth first!
But, no.
Not at all.
Instead, Uraume is met with no one at the door.
No person.
Nothing but a large wrapped-up gift box, the type that one can tell is expensive at first glance. Looking around the corridor provides no other person there with them - and they’re dropping down to their knees in an instant. Opening up the large lid-
Inside, are the most beautiful crisp white kimonos. And a note attached—
‘Thank you. - R.’
Maybe this job wasn’t so bad after all.
They still don’t get paid, though.
♡ INO TAKUMA - 15th FEB. at 2:48AM
Ino Takuma has fucked up.
Majorly.
First, he ended up spending waaaay longer than he should’ve on his latest mission report—who even needs to impress the higher-ups, anyway? Ino has this ongoing theory that they don’t even read those damn things…And yet again, that didn’t stop him from scrutinizing each and every word that slid across the page like slugs on salt.
And by the time he’d finally dotted his last full stop (a momentous occasion) and looked outside- tell him why the world looked dark?
The black-out curtain of night. He’d gasped then—
Brown eyes flickering immediately to the clock on the wall, one that had been tutting at him for the past few hours. Watching. Waiting.
It shifted its sharp, spindly hand to the next hour that struck.
12:00AM
Midnight.
Exactly four hours past when he was supposed to meet you for your Valentine’s date.
Shit.
Shit.
Ino checked his phone, and had never run faster in his entire life. Not even when he was being chased by a Special Grade curse.
And that wasn’t all- of course, that wasn’t all.
To make matters worse, he’d wanted you to have the most beautiful bouquet possible today - the brightest, the reddest, the freshest. And fearing that the air conditioning in Jujutsu High’s offices might make the flowers wilt, Ino had put off the gift for after he’d finished up his work. Who’d have thought that one might just prefer slightly-wilted flowers to banging on the door of a florist’s shop at 12AM? No chance.
Shiiiiiit.
From then on had been a sequence of banging on store doors to no avail, or scanning the emptied aisles of any Valentine-themed shop he set his eyes on.
His plundering and pillaging wasn’t fruitful - and it was 2:33AM by the time that Ino slipped quietly into your shared apartment. With the wholly bountiful loot of: a box of orange candy, a card, a set of matching journals, a turtle plushie that sang ‘Sorry’ by Justin Bieber, and a pathetic plastic rose he managed to fight some old lady over.
To be quite honest, he would have broken up with himself.
But alas—that is not quite yet possible. You’d been awake and understanding, however, worried that he’d been working himself to the bone over that new report.
You’d been so sweet - ushering him to get ready for bed, and telling him that it was just some commercial holiday. He knows that, but still…
Ino thinks he could cry a little (he does).
And as he gets into bed beside you, he’s promising himself that he won’t fuck you stupid like he’d wanted to on Valentine’s Day. “Ban me from your pussy.” Ino whispers.
You turn to him in confusion, “Excuse me?”
“Ban me from your pussy- I’m so serious.” He’s promising himself that he’s going to make it up to you first before even having such thoughts. “I can’t believe I missed fucking Valentine’s Day- ban me from your pussy. I don’t deserve her.” He’s promising himself that—that—
You hum, “Hmmm, you sure about that?”
And whatever promises he’s trying to fool himself into—they’re flying out the window as soon as you’re pressin’ your behind to his front. Your pretty ass against his cock. Teasing.
In what should be an innocent spooning position…but Ino traces a few fingers down your inner thighs. That’s when his brain short-circuits- as he registers that you were wearing his favorite pair of silky panties. Strappy. Crotchless.
You’re fucking evil.
Your boyfriend doesn’t even need to spread them aside- merely setting a hand underneath your right leg and perking it up. Just the barest few inches he needs to tug down his sweatpants n’ glue his ruddied tip to your core.
He’s hitting your pussy with a wet thwack! Meeting your pussylips in the sweetest kiss. Letting his slick precum slide-slide-sliiiiide vertical lines down your crevice. It dribbles down to your thighs, all wet and gooey.
And Ino isn’t lasting too long before he throws his head back and ruts—harsh and animalistic. The raw sensation of your hole was almost too much. He doesn’t even know where his lengthy shaft is going, honed cockhead probin’ between your pussylips and getting sandwiched by them. The cutest hot embrace that he’s held hostage by- he humps his way between your legs like a damn beast. Again. And again.
“Please-” He echoes a guttural whisper into your neck. Scorching hot breath wafting all over your features, crushing your limbs so tightly to him that it almost hurts. “Please, please, please—”
You’re amused at the slight crack in his tone. “Please what, baby?”
“Please…” Ino’s large chocolate eyes peer down at you. He’s craning his neck down and gnawing on your pretty lips. “Please, ma’am?”
“Not that, baby.” You hum. Pushing your hips further back into his- in no time, he was fucking you with the swollen reddened tip of his cock. He was thiiiick and honed at the very top, slipping inside easily and swabbin’ into the tiny geysering orifices of your cunt. “I j-just meant that you didn’t have to-”
“But I do have to beg.” Ino insists, lips wobbling as though he was on the verge of tears. “Ban me from your pussy. I didn’t manage to make it before Valentine’s Day and spoil you- oh.”
Just then, your velvety walls were clenchin’ around him. And it’s enough to make Ino’s hips stutter sideways, hitting the globes of your ass cheeks with a sudden spank. “Shit…” You swear at the stinging contact. Ino was now gripping either side of your hips n’ digging his rovering cockhead between your pussylips - in rapid, ruinous half-thrusts just to ease inside. “B-but it just—ngh, couldn’t be helped. Don’t beat yourself up, baby-”
“But you should beat me up.”
Lifting your head off the pillow and looking over your shoulder. In slight worry- “Taku—”
“Wait, sweetness-”
“Taku, do you want me to be mean to you?” And when he isn’t answering immediately, you rut up your hips into his prominent v-line. Just so toned, massaging your back- it marks whichever direction his globular cockhead was heading. Leeeeft and right. Baaaack and forth.
Shoving even deeper into your tight channel. And you can feel his blushing face pushing into your neck, fever-hot. “You’re such a naughty boy, aren’t you?”
He groans—loooong and drawn-out. “Sh-shush, pretty. I didn’t mean it like…” But his train of thought trails off - just as much as yours does - because Ino’s rotund tip only seems to swell even bigger. The flares ridge of it scrapin’ ever tender spot inside you, bucking back and forth.
Your glistening hole to the back of your cervix. Deeper and deeper.
You gasp, “So you did like me calling you that.” Spit-slick lips of his parting as you arch your spine even further. “Such a naughty boy- fuck, you don’t even deserve to be fucked like this- y’know?”
And to your surprise, he’s fervently nodding. Rutting. “I don’t deserve it.”
“Least of all, you don’t deserve this pussy-”
“I don’t deserve it—” Uttering in such a whiny tone. Biting back his gasps.
“Maybe I really should ban you.”
“Please.” Trembling digits clasp onto either side of your hips, digging his rounded fingertips into the flesh there. He’s leaving marks there, he’s tightening his hold- as if afraid you’d actually run away and he’s have to chase after your pretty cunt—“T-tell me more, pretty. Make me feel sorry…”
Ino’s hot breath makes shivers run down your spine. “Y-you probably thought about fucking me all day, huh?”
He hisses as if caught, “Fisted my cock about- mmm, five times in the office bathroom thinking of you, sweetness.” Hands gliding all over your body - n’ down your front where he presses on your stomach. That faint cylindrical bulge he was fucking into you, “With this very hand, pretty- fuck, I imagined this so many times.”
“Filthy.” You tut. “And yet, you still missed Valentine’s?”
“I thought about coming home early s-sooooo many times.” Ino whines against your ear. Just the notion of you insulting him is enough to tighten his heavy balls, slappin’ away between your legs with fervour. “So many times- fuck the report, fuck those elders.”
“Language.”
“Sorry, ma’am.” A few lines of perspiration glide from his chestnut hair. And his tone is all clogged up with lecherous husks, “B-but I’d rather have been fucking you—”
“Oh.” Because then he’s slamming into your g-spot that you see stars.
The split-ended shape of his cockhead, pushing straight into where you were softest. It’s almost as if Ino was fucking his very shape into your cunt, molding your pretty walls to him- not that he deserved that, either.
But the fact that he didn’t deserve your treacly wet pussy and was still managing to fuck into you like a madman…oh, that was nearly enough to make him cum.
“Would’ve fucked you right on that table.” Ino rasps out, panting. Breathy. “Would’ve fuh-fucked you all day long- would’ve fucked you even if someone heard. If someone came in.”
Your eyes grow wide, “Would you have?”
He nods. Dead serious. “I would’ve fucked you right in front of them.” So much of a carnal sensation that he almost couldn’t handle it - he gnaws the pointed tips of his canines against the shell of your ear. “Showed them how niiiicely I fuck this pretty pussy—showed them…ngh, just how greedy she is to swallow me.”
“Pervert—” You whine.
And he grows even bigger inside you. “That, I am.” Before a sudden look of sheepishness crosses his face once more, “And th-this pervert is sorry that I couldn’t make it-”
“But at least you did now.” You answer. “And as a little reward for my- oh, naughty boy…”
Edging in closer, “Yes?”
You’re smiling that very smile that ruins him—“How about for Valentine’s Day you cum inside, Taku?”
And that’s all it takes for him to cum inside.
Thick. Hot ropes.
Flooding your insides with all his ribbons of sap, they’re reaching every deep spot inside you n’ leaving your walls scalding hot. As if he was trying to leave you feeling him in there for daaaaays on end - just sizzling inside and splashin’ with his seed. So much.
The volume was so much that it leaves you leaking out between your legs, gluing your thighs together in all his slick white sheen. And very drag of his long cock leaves your poor innards practically drowning—
“Can I make it up to you again, pretty?”
“You lecher.”
He almost cums again right then n’ there.
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The next day, Professor Yaga is receiving a report straight to his desk. Thick. Taking up presence on top of the ancient wooden furniture.
It was covered in a manila folder way, which was unusual for a report - if you followed the protocol of most sorcerers, one was lucky if they slap-dashed a mere page and called it a day. Thrown right over the desk a week after the deadline. And by the size and heft of this thing, it was at least fifty full pages.
As Yaga gets closer, he’s reading the stamp on the envelope—Ino Takuma. One of the best Grade 2 sorcerers that jujutsu society possessed.
It was no surprise that he was the one who put together such a detailed report. Yaga had been told by Panda that he’d worked right through Valentine’s on this thing, leaving around midnight. Which was…quite a lot of effort for a report. Yaga wasn’t sure if he himself would’ve put in this much work, but he also knew that Ino had been aiming for that Grade 1 rank.
He also knew that the boy had a girlfriend - you - and wondered just how you let him get away with such a thing. But then again, maybe that wasn’t his business…
Yaga sits down and opens up the folder, finding the first page to be—nothing to do with the report at all. Instead, it was a notice of taking leave - for a week citing ‘personal situations’.
Next was a receipt for a bouquet of 143 red, red roses. Seemingly filed in here by accident.
Well, Yaga holds back a smile, he guesses he could permit it this time…
♡ GOJO SATORU - You think he lasts?
You: Toru, where the hell are you??
You: We’re late for our reservation!!
You: Pick up your phone.
You: TOOOOOOOOOORU.
You: TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORU
You: Ugh, you’re probably on some mission or something </33
You: But on Valentine’s Day of all days?? C’moooooooooon.
You: At least pick up your phone, Toru.
You: Gojo Satoru, you are hereby and forevermore under a sex ban.
Just a few minutes after sending that last text, you hear a sudden crash outside your penthouse apartment—loud and reverberating. It had the sort of electric charge that made the hair on your body stand on end.
Like thunder.
It leaves you wondering whether a storm could be nearby- there weren’t many neighborhood noises that carried up to your floor. Gojo had picked this place specifically because of that. So perhaps an oncoming thunderstorm? Perhaps some sort of electrical shortage?
Your bedroom light was certainly flickering- and you almost considered turning it off altogether.
What a day. First you get all dolled up for your boyfriend to not arrive at your shared home on time, then he doesn’t answer your texts, then this…whatever this is.
But you can placate yourself by thinking that you won’t get caught in the impending storm, then. No romantic dinner on Valentine’s Day anyways. On the bright side, your make-up shall remain flawless!
At least, that’s what you think.
Because then that crash emanates through the apartment once more—though, this time, it sounds far too close to be a distant storm. Far too…inside the apartment?
You’re just able to sit up on your king-sized bed. Before there’s yet another crash, and soon enough your damn bedroom door is being ripped off its hinges. Absolutely obliterated. Absolutely shattering into a zillion pieces of the most expensive mahogany that Japan can offer.
And you almost don’t have to look up to know that none other than your boyfriend can do such a thing.
Sure enough, once you’re blinking your eyes back open - and the haze of wooden dust dissipates - you see Gojo Satoru standing there. Ivory head bowed. Feet apart. Chest heaving as though he’d just run a marathon—or worse yet, teleported one.
He must have teleported one.
Times like this, you’re really registering just how tall Gojo is. He covers most of the cut-out frame of the bedroom door, blocking any light. And also blocking his expression…
You’re calling out to him cautiously, “Satoru?”
To which he snaps his head up at you and blanches—“Were you serious about the sex ban?” Face slack. Voice high.
Now you’re just taken aback. “The one I set like two minutes ago? I-I don’t know, Toru, I just wanted you to get home-”
“But I am home.” He responds. And as he takes a single step closer, a wave of charged atoms hit you like a faint forcefield - right now, you’re not even sure if Gojo knows his powers are leaking out like this. “But, I am—I am.” Your boyfriend insists, and there was a wide desperation in his blue eyes as though you wouldn’t believe him. “Were you serious about the sex ban?”
“Toru-”
“Were you serious about the sex ban?”
Like a mantra.
He takes another step closer, and the pressure of his cursed energy was almost unbearable. “Were you serious about the sex ban?”
“Toru, no—it was just- oh.”
And you don’t know how it happens - one minute you’re attempting to placate your slightly-frenzied boyfriend about the joke you’d made minutes earlier. And the next, you’re being laid flat against the mattress—Gojo’s hands pushing down on your hips, his right knee pressing between your legs.
Feeling just how soaked you were through those sodden panties of yours- you had no idea how he even had the faintest inkling that seeing him so ruined made…something in you stir. Almost as if he had a sixth sense.
And his hypersensitive ears pick up the lecherous squeeeelch! that you’re letting off once he presses his knee down.
“Fuck, you’re so…” Gojo’s coral pink lips part, glossed over with a sheen of slick that made it seem as though his mouth had been watering the entire way here. His head droops forward. His other hand starts to crackle with cursed energy—“Fuck, you’re so ready f’me.”
“Sa—toru…” You’re letting your heart race. You need him. And that’s all it takes for him to flinch- as though your mere tone saying his name awoke something in him. And the man is dragging his free left hand down your front - in a split-second, your clothes vaporize into thin air.
The dress you’d picked out especially for tonight. Your bra. Your garter.
All but your sodden panties.
He’s keeping that on.
Reaching out one buzzing index, he juuuuuust pulls it to the side. Gojo doesn’t waste a single second before tugging his damn designer pants down and freeing himself.
Showing you just the briefest flash of his rudded, ravaging hot tip—before you’re feeling it stuffin’ between your unsteady legs. Right between without waiting for you to get ready. Right between without waiting for you to accommodate him.
It’s so tight that he hisses.
And it seems that Gojo Satoru has just enough sense to wait until you’re catching your breath- before he reels his hips back and bucks. And bucks. And buuuuucks—teasing your entrance with the sheer stretch. Pummeling himself past that first clench of resistance to try n’ fit inside. He arches his spine to angle his cockhead against the roof of your pussy, “S-see?”
There’s a crack on the tail end of Gojo’s sentence. And you’re looking up at him in slight concern, “Yes?”
But he doesn’t even seem to hear - merely pulling his thickened erection back and stuttering out yet another strike. Sloppy. Into the deepest depths that he could reach at the moment, “See that?” And then back out- and then back in. The sequence continues. “See—”
And you’re not quite sure what you’re supposed to see- “What do you-”
“M’fucking you.” Cold chills sprint down your spine at the realization that this was that the ever-intelligent Gojo Satoru wanted to tell you. Was he really that gone on your pussy already? “And i-if I’m fucking you…I’m having sex with you.”
Your mind’s getting all muddled- whatever response you had locked-away in your throat getting mixed up with Gojo’s own groan. “Can’t have a sex ban if m’having s-sex with you.” He’s echoing out such a harrowed noise at the feeling of himself sliding even deeper.
Getting cushioned by your velvety walls.
Getting suctioned across every ridge n’ vein upon him.
All ten or so inches - yes, The Strongest also seemed to be the The Biggest - squeezing in through the tight channel. You were being thoroughly stretched-out, with his hand pinning one side of your hips so that you don’t squirm. And perhaps subconsciously breezing out the warm air of reversed cursed energy—all so that he doesn’t hurt you once he’s emptying out his solid shaft towards the bottom of your spongy cervix.
Ending out with a reverberating thwack! right on your womb.
Bottomed-out.
Something you never thought possible so soon- with Gojo’s size.
And the man himself twitches just a bit as he takes in the vision between your swollen pussylips. Your folds spread wide open n’ your entrance attempting to clench around his swollen length- “See?” Gojo whispers out once more. “S-see—now m’never gonna leave from…”
“From?” But your question gets answered soon enough. Because your boyfriend runs a finger down your core, ending up at your mid-section- the circle of bright blue around his pupils starts to glow.
And with Gojo’s Six Eyes, he can see exactly where his throbbing tip ended inside you. Smushed against your cervix in the most loving kiss - he presses down on that exact spot with a single finger. “-from here.” So muddled in the mind with his cock- you’ve almost forgotten what he was talking about. “I’m n-never gonna leave from here now, sweetheart.”
“Is that—oh, ngh.” His globular cockhead presses against the softened end of your pussy- but really it feels like he’s fucking right up to your very throat. Again and again. Thrust after thrust.
“It’s true.” And you genuinely wonder whether he can read your mind at this very moment. Because right now, Gojo had one hand latched onto your body n’ never letting go - all so that he can seep out reverse cursed energy into you.
So that he can drill into you like a damn animal—fucking his swollen, red cock in and out. In and out. In and out. Without fearing breaking a bone or two or you- “I swear.” Gojo lovingly nuzzles your throat, the complete opposite of how filthily he was fucking you. “I swear to not pull out-”
Your eyes widen, “You’re gonna c-cum inside, Toru?” And you can’t deny that you’re growing wetter at the fact…
“I swear to always kiss your cervix- ngh, that pretty womb every single time.” His mouth parts with a few dribbles of saliva. He was gone. “I swear to always fill you up over n’ over n’ over—until you overspill.”
And you couldn’t help but feel that these sounded oddly like wedding vows. “And- and—?”
“I swear to give you the best orgasms of your entire—”
See, Gojo Satoru never had to try quite as much to get you to cum - he just knew your body that well. He was acquainted well enough with the cute sweet spots inside of you, he was well-versed in just how to make your pits of pleasure tick. He knew from experience where to hit your g-spot just right and in the same thrust bang against that one spot on your womb.
But now…now he isn’t using anything he knew. He wasn’t using anything he could think up.
Gojo was fucking you on pure, carnal instinct.
And it’s with such ferality that he angles his hips juuuust to the side- bludgeoning cockhead reaching the target of your bundle of nerves. You’re seeing white in an instant.
And as though that hadn’t been enough, Gojo reaches his hand down and spanks! his energy-covered fingertips down on your clit. The little sparks of jujutsu coursing through your veins and mingling with the constant thrashes he was pounding out at your g-spot. It’s with one-two-three more hits on top of your ravaged clit that you’re toppling over the edge of your high-
The vision of you cumming on his cock so, soooo fucking pretty…
“F-fuuuuck—” You’re hearing Gojo echo out in what seems like a distance. It was too hard to register with the dizzying sensations in your mind- his tip probin’ inside your cunt again and again and again.
Fucking you through each blissful bout of your high. He lets his lashes flutter just a bit—“S-squeezing me so tight.” Gojo’s voice cracks once he’s letting it out, visceral shivers wracking through his body. “So tight like you don’t wanna- ngh, let go.” His scalding lips fall on top of yours. “But you don’t have to…”
And then he’s veering into his own euphoria.
Pretty pinkish balls emptying out in looooong waves of dribblin’ slick- gooey and hot. Sticking to your walls like a layer of glaze, it gets sploshed about every time Gojo’s pinpointing your insides with his split-ended tip. The circular divot at the very end swervin’ about his white cum—filling you up.
You feel filled to the brim even before he’s done- and Gojo hums at the mess he’s made.
Still cumming. Still so much volume that it leaks out of you anyway - with more n’ more glittery wads of cum being added onto the pile, you couldn’t imagine just how much was going to end up inside you in the end.
How much of it was going to reach your very womb—
“I t-told you.” Gojo breathes out, deep blue eyes staring into yours. It’s just so mesmerizing to stare up into his enchanted look - so much so that you nearly don’t notice once he picks up your left hand. Placing a peck upon its back, “I kept all my oaths, didn’t I? I came home in time for Valentine’s- all your gifts are outside, by the way, my girl.”
You’re nodding dazedly. “You kept your promises, Toru.”
“My oaths.” He corrects - there was a difference, see? But before you can compute that difference, Gojo reaches a hand out towards the destroyed bedroom door- “And there’s another oath I want to make.”
And then it flies into his hand.
You think it might be a tight bundle of his blindfolds, at first. But it ends up being something more solid, something more cubic—something like…a ring box.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, my wife.”
♡ HIGURUMA HIROMI - 27th FEB. at 2:37PM
Overtime.
Throughout the course of your relationship until now, that dreaded ‘o’ word had remained your husband’s metaphorical mistress—and your worst enemy. Of course, Higuruma absolutely hated whenever you mentioned this - first of all, because he’d never, ever take a mistress.
Why would he, when he had you? His beautiful wife.
May lightning strike him down otherwise.
And secondly, because…well alright. Higuruma has to admit that that was the only qualm he had with your little comparison- because he was a self-admitted workaholic.
Whenever divorce season (you always thought this expression to be somewhat morbid, and he just claimed it was fact), or suing season, or some other multi-billion yen case came along—Higuruma and his firm would be thrown into a frenzy. Working long, sleepless nights.
Your husband slept more at his desk than in bed, those days.
Although it has calmed down somewhat since you two had moved in. Since you two had gotten married.
The law firm had grown - and with it - the number of capable lawyers who could take on a share of cases. Higuruma didn’t have to do anything quite by himself anymore.
Higuruma was more in-check, remember?
Also, the fact that you were around him more—urging him to take care of himself more - likely helped. If he didn’t have you knocking at his home-office door and telling him that you were going to sleep now, then honestly he might just never sleep again. During those seasons, at least.
Except…well, except for this February.
February 14th.
Holed up in his office- he’d been half-way through the nth meeting that day.
Some massive fraud case that they had in the bag - but the other team wasn’t too bad themselves. One could never be too confident in court. And so here they were, poring through the documents well into the evening when—Higuruma had glanced at his phone for a text from you. By chance.
And it was only then that he’d realized he’d missed Valentine’s Day.
Fuck.
Fuck.
He’d handed that meeting over to a junior and ran out immediately.
Nonetheless, Higuruma has missed his chance- no matter how many bouquets or chocolates he bought you. And so here he was, suffering from a sex ban.
Tortured by it.
Because of his own fault, most certainly. But that didn’t make his poor, neglected cock throb any less.
Still showing up to work with impeccable attendance (even earlier, actually) because the longer he stayed in your proximity, the more desperately he wanted to stuff your hole full. The more he’d think about it at work. The more he’d fantasize about just how wet you’d be when you finally lift this ban. The more he’d run to the bathroom whenever you called—fisting his cock furiously in there to the sound of your voice.
The more those around him grew slightly…concerned.
“S-sir?” His most-trusted junior was bounding up to him after nearly two weeks of this.
As Higuruma lifts his head up, he’s realizing that she’s followed by a froth of other juniors and staff. All seemingly coming to speak with him? Something must be amiss…“How may I help you?”
“Sir, actually—” She looks behind her and nods at the other attorneys. “Sir, we would like to tell you that you’ve been working so hard lately-”
“Well, yes-”
“And the case is so near to a close-”
“Certainly-”
“And we can handle it from here.”
“Oh.”
Kicked out of his own office (not quite, but close enough…). Higuruma Hiromi had been dismissed at the plea of his juniors, who’d clearly thought he’d been working himself to the bone—he’d gone home early for the first time in…his entire life.
And once he got home, Higuruma knew what he needed to do first.
First, he’d go up to you - his beautiful wife - and go a bit of grovelling. As all husbands should. Then he’d get on his knees, eat your pretty pussy—and then…
“P-please—” You’re throwing your head back. Cumming for about the third time in the past hour- Higuruma always had such an effort on you.
No matter how many years you two were together- that first taste of your pussy was always like heaven for him. He could see the pearly gates themselves openin’ up—and to him, it looked quite a lot like those swollen pussylips of yours.
Sensitive n’ splattered in a sheen of slick.
He rubs his thumb between your crevice and licks off those honeyed juices - greedy. Just before he’s swirlin’ his thickened tip around your gummy entrance and shoving inside—the first thrust.
All the way from his fat, mushroomy tip- to the tufts of curly brown at his base.
Higuruma doesn’t even wait for you to accommodate his size. He doesn’t care if you’re struggling, he doesn’t care if your cunt quivers like you can’t take it all- because a single slide-slide-sliiiIiide down the channel of your pussy and he’s done for.
After not feeling you for soooo fucking long - and he’s immediately pussydrunk.
That stoic, stern attorney is pussydrunk.
“My- my angel—” An immediate scorching pant escapes him. It gusts against your face and leaves your heart racing- everything about Higuruma now just seemed feverish.
Without a second sentence, he’s reeling his hips back. All the way from base to tip- one of his hands pins down against the side of your hips, the other guides his cock.
Using it as leverage to lavish your insides with his drivelling pre. Honed, burrowing tip. And the rest of him was just so thiiiiick and covered in angry veins, harder than you ever think he’s been. He massages your cunt even with the tiniest of sultry movements, fucking you in tiny, rapid thrusts. Thrust after thrust.
Every inch of him stretchin’ out your walls just felt incredible-
“Shit—” You keen, arching your spine up into his. Higuruma still had his shirt only partly unbuttoned, and that formal tie of his still dangling from his neck.
And he doesn’t say a thing.
Too focused on your cunt.
Too focused on perking his hips up just a bit- his ruddied tip swipes the roof of your cunt. Leaving you shocked at the pressure of him inside you, right before he’s funneling you with eeeeven more inches—fighting against the slight resistance at your first ring of muscle to fuck himself even deeper. Deeper.
And he still doesn’t make a sound.
He seems to be reaching for your very throat, and you whine. “Sh-shit, Hiromi.” As your legs start to ache n’ strain around his slender waist, your husband dips a hand down between your legs. Making you gasp as his expert fingers start toyin’ with your pretty clit - teasing and draaaagging that sensitive nub out till you start to sob. “Shit—fuck, Hiromi. Hold on-”
“Hold on?”
A chill runs down your spine.
Immediately, you’re snapping your head up to meet Higuruma’s dark, dilated eyes. His expression that seemed something feral—he’s rutting his hips once more.
This time…this time, you’re realizing that he’d actually been holding back with his strikes earlier. Now, he was plummeting all those nine inches from tip to hilt without stopping. Without slowing down. Without sensually hittin’ at your sweet spots to help you take him better- he was drilling into you like he was crazed. “Hold on?”
Higuruma repeats.
And you can only peer up at him- “Y-yes?” Sobs and saliva clogging up your throat - you sounded pathetic to your own ears. “It was just a saying, Hiromi, I-”
“You want me to…fucking hold on?” Voice slightly breathy. Slightly gone. “I’ve waited-” And between those vicious thrusts that he was pounding upon your pussy, Higuruma spits out lewd whispers. “-waited for too fucking long to have her- and you want me to- fucking—hold—on—”
Three exact slams upon your spongy cervix, it makes you thoroughly squeal. “I-I was just saying-”
“I thought about this pussy every goddamn day and night and-” He was on a roll now. As if the more he rutted himself inside, the less he could control what he said—“-and during every fucking meeting—”
Serious black eyes staring down at you. You could see your own gaping expression reflected in them.
“I ran to the bathroom every morning when you’d call me-” He utters. Admits. “-just to fuck my hand to the sound of your voice—” And you don’t know what’s making your stomach churn more - the registering of his words, or the way that Higuruma thrusts in deep. So deep that he knocks against your womb. “-and you want me to fucking hold on?”
So deep that he’s cumming.
Loooooong, miry stripes of seed that stick to your walls.
They dribble down your insides. That glaze every inch of you in a creamy white- splashin’ around your insides and coating every nook n’ cranny. It just feels so sizzling hot inside of you, and you’re shivering at the feeling of him warming you up from the inside - saturated sap leaving you whimpering at the noise. The warmth.
He fucks his webs of seed deeper inside. And you raise your head up ever-so-slightly and watch as it dribbles out of you.
And Higuruma can’t help but do the same-
“Fuck…” He breathes. “S-so are we about to hold off on that pregnancy, too?”
.
.
.
“Boss-” Higuruma turns his head at the address of his title - none other than the very same junior from yesterday. She shuffled slightly before him, almost nervous to voice out such thoughts—“You seem well today, sir.”
Higuruma hums, “Is that so?”
She nods eagerly. “Your dark circles have cleared up- and you seem to be glowing. Alert. A bit more sharp than you were yesterday…” Assessing all of him- “You just seem happier than you’ve been in days, sir. Is the fraud case really going that well?”
And he has to hide a smile with the paper he was holding. “You could say that…”
A/N. No idea why this turned into them also trying to get us pregnant- maybe I’m ovulating??
zuko was the fire lord. a man honed to be entrusted with an entire nation. a man who not only had the ability to lead adequately, but also to speak adequately.
it was rare to get the fire lord into a weak, stuttering mess, but you could do it with just a quick, sultry word or a simple clench of your body.
"fuck," zuko cursed, long strands of black hair falling over his face as he hooked your legs over his shoulders.
he was fucking you so thoroughly, so deep, making sure you felt every agonizing inch. he made sure his cock kissed your cervix with every creak of the large bed in the center of his chambers.
"that's it—my sweet wife," he rasped, his face twisted in sheer pleasure. "gonna fill you up real good. fill you up deep with fire lord seed."
your eyes rolled back in pleasure, toes curling over his shoulders. he always had such a way with words.
"god—zuko!"
"yes, that's it," he breathed. "cry for me, wife. let me hear—"
he choked on his own breath as you suddenly tightened around him, a small, needy whimper breaking from your throat.
"l-let me—fuck, i mean—y-you're so—" zuko scrambled to find his words, his face burning with crimson that had nothing to do with his firebending.
he tried to push back into you, but his hips were moving just as messily as his tongue tripped over itself.
"i'm going to—we're—d-don't look at me like that."
he was embarassed.
the great fire lord, commander of armies and ruler of a global empire, was currently stuck suspended over you, trembling and stuttering like the awkward man you knew before and loved.
"zuzu?"
"i—i am commanding you to—to ignore that," he stuttered again, his voice cracking as he buried his face into the crook of your neck.
this was going to be a long night for the poor fire lord.
how to dominate your boyfriend ❤︎ sokka x f!reader
content: 18+ nsfw, porn without plot, fem dom!reader, sub!sokka, toys, strap usage, handjob, pegging.
summary: oh COME ON we all want to fuck sokka. based on this post.
wc: 2.2k
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it’d already been well over a month since you and sokka last had sex.
maybe it was because of how busy work kept you, or the constant stress in your office.. whatever the cause, you simply couldn’t feel horny around your boyfriend anymore.
you loved him, just as much as he did if not more, but the sexual spark just seemed to dwindle.
at first, this did cause minor arguments that you managed to talk out of, convincing each other that you were still in love and that this was just a phase to push through.
dry spells were very common in long relationships, after all. and you’d been dating for over two years and counting.
sokka’s attempts at foreplay were numerous; it’d either be him giving you a full body massage after a hard day at work, and while his firm hands kneading your hips used to have you arching up and ending up creampied on the sofa, the most he could pull out of you now were pleased hums and awkward “thank you”s.
or him brushing your inner thigh while you watched a movie together, growing threateningly close to your stubborn cunt. that very touch used to have you pooling in anticipation as you lowered yourself down on his nimble fingers, but now you’d just give him a nervous smile and hold his hand, focusing your attention back on the movie.
while he did make constant efforts to arouse you, the one thing he’d never do is pressure you in any sort of way or push the matter if he sensed any sort of hesitation. he grew better at getting the hints, which saved you endless awkward conversations.
you were starting to feel bad. despite how supportive he was being through this, you knew he missed sex. hell, so did you. you did miss sex with him, if only you could get turned on.
you’d sometimes hear his muffled moans from the bathroom late at night when he’d try to quietly jerk himself off, believing you were asleep. he sounded so pathetic at times, it made you feel a little guilty and — while you weren’t sure then — it did occasionally make your stomach flip.
it didn’t make sense at all though, because even though his distant noises often riled you up, the actual thought of him fucking you seemed to smother that heat right out.
it was not until today that you finally managed to solve the great mystery behind that.
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you shrug off your coat at the entrance with a tired sigh, slipping out of your work heels to let your poor feet breathe after such a long day.
you toss the keys on the counter and walk further into the house, when the sound of whirring and crackling reaches your ears. you smile to yourself as you head down to the basement that sokka used as his personal workshop, curious about what new project he got started on.
“honey?” you call out, descending the stairs. “i’m home. whatcha doing?”
your heart swells in your chest when he comes into view, whipping his head back to look up at you with those wide puppy eyes and that toothy grin.
he meets you at the bottom of the stairs, hoisting you up in his arms and pressing a dramatically long kiss to your cheek, detaching from you with a big wet mwah! “missed ya, pretty girl. i’m making a surprise for you, actually! it’ll be the best thing you’ve ever seen.”
“oh?” you return his cheeky smile, tilting your head. “really? aww, are you finally building me that extra big closet i always asked you for?”
“oh..” he looks away for a second before sighing. “okay, maybe the second best thing you’ve ever seen.”
you chuckle and so does he, exchanging a soft kiss before he continues. “you’ll love it babe. i’ve put my all into it.”
his eager gaze has you melting, your arms loosely wrapped around your shoulders. you give him another peck, “you can’t just say that and leave me hanging. what’s the surprise?”
sokka tuts, shaking his head solemnly. “if i tell you, what kind of surprise is that?”
“clearly not the best one since it’s not the extra big closet.”
he whines at your teasing giggle, “babe!”
“alright alright,” you pat his shoulders for him to set you down. when he does, you give his head a soft pat, “i’ll be good and wait.”
he hums, pensively staring at you for a minute. “actually, i should show you. maybe you’ll have suggestions on how to make the gift better.”
you snicker, “what happened to keeping it a surprise?”
“oh shush, just come look.”
you don’t know what you expected, but it was certainly not an array of sex props and toys all laid out on his table.
“nice, huh?” he grins, picking up a pair of handcuffs he fashioned himself. he wraps an arm around you from behind, pressing a warm kiss to your nape as he twirls the cuffs around his finger. “thought spicing things up would help.. if you want to, of course.”
you still can’t rip your eyes off the wide variety of things he crafted, each more intricate than the last; you’d think he owned a sex shop.
he lets go of you to stand in front of you, his fingers skimming over ropes, ribbons, and rather intricate dildos. what looked like a prototype of an unfinished vibrator was set aside for further improvement.
“i just think it’d be really hot,” he continues feeling up each prop, a proud and heated smirk tugging at his lips. “y’know.. thought i could maybe tie you up.”
he picks up a coarse looking piece of rope, wrapping it experimentally around his wrists. “like this. this material’s special, it’s almost impossible to untangle from unless the other person does so. don’t you think that’s kind of.. y’know, sexy?” he gives it some tugs, trying to free himself and a low whimper escapes him, “see? i can’t undo it by myself. will you help me?”
…
“.. babe?” he asks, concerned at your prolonged silence. “are you good?”
you don’t realize how you’ve been gawking at your boyfriend for minutes now, your mouth agape and a foreign heat that you haven’t felt in so long settling in your lower abdomen.
you swallow thickly, drinking in his perplexed frown and the sight of his bound wrists and his helpless tugging as he waited for you to untie him.
oh. my. god.
your eyes blow wide open when the realization clicks, a soft gasp slipping out of your lips. he blinks, lost and surprised, “babe?”
“you’re right, sokka.” you tug at the rope tying his hands together, your voice breathier. “it’s working. this is hot.”
“oh, yay!” he practically jumps, smiling from ear to ear. “wow— i’m so glad to hear that. i knew this would work.” he leans down to capture your lips in a kiss, hot and sloppy unlike the meek and soft ones you’d been living off this month. he’s breathless against your mouth, visibly horny. “now, untie the rope so we can take this to bed. i’ll tie you up real nice, then i’ll—”
“i don’t think so,” you cut him off, growing hotter at the way his brows knit in confusion. you exhale, cupping his face to kiss him again, “i think i’d like you tied up.”
to say he was startled was an understatement.
the boy almost leapt off the ground as he stepped away from you in bewilderment, “you— what? huh!? you.. t-tie me up??”
you nod, closing in on him to kiss him again. “sokka, you have no idea how wet i am just thinking about it,” you whisper sultrily against his mouth, and you hear his breath hitch at the confession, “i wanna use all of these on you, baby.” you nip at his bottom lip, your hand trailing down his body to palm his growing bulge that you’ve neglected for the past month, to which he lets out the neediest whimper.
“b—but that doesn’t make any sense,” he stammers, flushed and torn between fluster and mild offense. “i mean, i’m the man!”
“so?” your fingers curl around his clothed cock through his sweats to drag a garbled choke out of him. “good thing you made all those dildos.”
“oh no no no,” he shakes his head, staring at you like you just suggested mass murder. “a—are you crazy!? you’re not putting stuff in me! i’m the one with a coc— eek!”
you give his already leaking tip a light flick, huffing out a laugh at his shriek. “you’re basically seeping through your pants, and you’re telling me this isn’t turning you on?”
“i—i’m…” the pathetic scrunch his pretty features twist into has your clit throbbing. “that’s not— it’s not fair! i just—..”
you smile at his silence, giving his bulge an appreciative pat as you undo the ropes. you glance at the toys on the table, then point at the one that picks your eye, “think you can fashion this one into a strap-on?”
“.. you’re not fair at all.” he grumbles under his breath, staring at his well crafted props in defeat. “this is not how i expected this to turn out. at all.”
“you’ll like it.”
he scoffs, almost pouty. “i doubt that.”
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big words for someone who was now crying a river into the pillow.
you used his very handcuffs to keep his wrists pinned behind his back, cooing at his useless squirming and his whining about how exposed he felt in this position.
well, if it was any consolation, you reassured him that his ass looked great. he didn’t seem to take that so well though.
“this is too embarrassing, i don’t w— ah!” his hips buck up into your hand, tightly wrapped around his weeping cock, stroking him fast enough to shut his brain off. you lean down to nip at his ear, your bare tits flush against his scarred back from the times he had you scratching angry red lines all over it, “easy, sokka. i know you can take me.”
ignoring his scandalized protests, you lean back to watch yourself glide the tip of the lubed up toy over his twitching hole, spreading him open with one hand on his plush ass. you let out a pleased sigh at his arch, “you ready?”
for your first time wearing a strap-on, it certainly brought out the beast in you.
his wrists got shades lighter by the lack of blood flow from his violent thrashing around the metal cuffs, his words slurred and choked out by loud sobs against the drool-soaked pillow, “oh— oh my.. oh— god! i’m— fuck!”
your pounding’s ruthless, fucking every single doubt out of that man and striking his g-spot so hard his knees start wobbling. the whole bed’s creaking and even his position is unstable, but that’s nothing a swift smack to his bottom can’t fix, hiccuping a startled sob as he adjusts himself for you.
at one point, he’s the one pushing himself back fully into your strap, mewling and crying at the delicious stretch that only serves him to make him clamp down tighter on you. thick spurts of cum stain your bedsheets, but you don’t give him a break, reaching out to wipe his overly sensitive tip and moaning at his sharp cry.
“p—please—” he begs for mercy at the feel of your hand roughly jerking him off again so soon after cumming, your strap still ramming deep into his tight walls. he looks back at you over his shoulder and you completely lose it, his cocky grin was long gone and was now replaced with the saddest frown you’d ever seen, all dazed and puffy-eyed and shamelessly drooling. “please, i’m gonna—”
“so fucking pretty.” you spit out, giving his sad cock another pump to watch his face contort in pained pleasure. you pull on his hair to force him to look at you, “keep your eyes on me.”
you feel him twitch around your hand at the command.
that gives you the leverage you need, and for all the times sokka bragged about his strong and athletic girlfriend, he had never regretted it this badly. your stamina was absolutely diabolical, and he lost count of how many orgasms you managed to drag out of him.
he never even knew this was physically possible. maybe the lack of sex made him this pent up.
he’s almost slipped out of consciousness when you finally decide to stop, the sheets completely ruined and irredeemable. you were quite proud of how much you managed to squeeze out of him. his poor balls must be shrivelled up by now.
“that..” he mumbles, his voice hoarse from crying and screaming your name, “.. was good. r-really good.”
“see?” you smile, pulling out of him and throwing the toy away. you take off the cuffs and untie his legs, scooping him into your arms as you cuddle him on the cleaner side of the bed, “you were so good for me, baby.”
he mumbles sleepily, resting his face on your chest, “that was.. wow.”
“i know.”
he shifts in your grasp, and his foot accidentally grazes a damp spot next to him, making him shudder and turn to look at his mess.
“that’s..” he eyes the wet stains incredulously, exhausted and just baffled. “well.. this is definitely not a dry spell anymore.”
you chuckle, pulling him back to you, “you don’t say.”
and since that day, pegging becomes a non-negotiable in sokka’s schedule.
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* my asshole hurts today so this also felt fitting to write
