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I LOVE GAANG SMM!! And yes, Suki is part of gaang. I canāt stand the suki under representation. I love my queen sm. ALL CREDITS TO THE ARTIST!! @schwesterchiz in Insta
I love my boyfriend very much like I have to take him and lock him away forever. Itās getting badddd
"is it all in yet?" with nanami kento
you're lying back on the bed, sheets rumpled beneath as your body hums with anticipation. nanami positions himself between your spread thighs, his strong hands grab your hips, pulling you closer, the tip of his thick cock pressing against your cunt. he pushes in slowly, the stretch burning sweetly as your pussy yields to his girth, inch after inch filling you up. you gasp, clutching the pillows, your walls clenching around him instinctively.
"is it all in yet?" you whisper breathlessly, eyes wide as you look up to him, feeling so full already but yet craving more.
kento pauses, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest, while his gaze darkens with lust. he reaches for your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours before guiding your hand down between your bodies. gently but firmly, he wraps your palm around the base of his cockāthe part that's still exposed, hot and veined, throbbing against your skin. "not even close," he murmurs, voice husky, thrusting his hips just enough to slide another inch inside you, making you moan as your fingers feel the slick between your bodies.
your hand trembles around him, feeling the length that remains, the way it pulses with need. he holds your hand there, letting you stroke the exposed shaft while he rocks deeper, your pussy stretching further to accommodate him. the sensation of your own fingers brushing against your clit as you grab around him sends sparks straight through your core. nanami groans, his free hand pinning your wrist lightly, controlling the pace as he sinks in more.
after what feels like an eternity, his hips finally meet yours, his entire cock buried to the hilt inside you. he releases your hand, leaning down to claim your mouth in a searing kiss just as he starts to moveāpulling out halfway before slamming back in. you wrap your legs around his waist, urging him on, your pussy dripping around him with each thrust.
"been wanting to do this for so fucking long," he gasps as his hand slides up to pinch your nipple, rolling it between his fingers while the other braces beside your head. you arch into him, the coil in your stomach tightening as his cock drags through your most sensitive spots, hitting deep and hard. "feel that?" he growls against your lips. "all mine now."
5 months pregnant as Satoruās wife. š¼
cw: fluff, suggestive, smut (18+), domesticity, mommy kink, breeding kink, stupidly in love, gentle sleepy sex.
You move slower at five months, one hand always finding your belly without thinking. Your loose linen co-ord hangs off you, soft and forgiving, the top riding up to expose the curve you still arenāt used to seeing. Stretch marks faintly decorate the underside, your hips wider, your body undeniably changed. Your feet ache, swollen again, and you sigh when you finally lower yourself onto the couch.
Kiko curls up immediately, warm and insistent against your thighs. You nap like that half-awake, belly bared, cat purring, heart full in a way that hurts a little.
When Satoru comes home, the world shifts. He canāt believe his eyes.
He just stands at the edge of the room and stares. You look like something out of a dream he didnāt know he was allowed to have. Soft. Round. Alive. Your pregnancy walk earlier, the way you waddle just a little now itās burned into his mind like instinct.
He crosses the room quietly and kneels beside you. His hand finds your belly first. Always.
A gentle pat. Grounding. Protective.
āHey,ā he murmurs.
You blink awake. āYouāre homeā¦ā
His mouth curves immediately. āYeah. And you lookā¦ā He exhales slowly. āYou look unreal babyā.
You try to joke it away. āI look tired. And puffy.ā
He shakes his head, thumb brushing the curve beneath his palm. āNo. You look like the most beautiful woman in the world.ā
Something in your chest aches.
He presses a kiss just below your navel, lingering there like itās sacred. Like you are.
āYouāre getting so round,ā he says softly, almost to himself. āEvery day I come home and it hits me all over again. Hits me Iām the lucky guy who gets to make you like this, see you like thisā.
You swallow, emotions swelling fast and unpredictable. āSometimes I donāt recognize myself.ā
He looks up at you then eyes bright, serious, unguarded. āI do,ā he says immediately. āThis is you. Just⦠more. Youāre carrying our baby after allā.
Your hormones have been wild lately. Everything feels bigger. Your emotions, your cravings, your need for him. Sometimes you cry because your toast is too crispy. Sometimes you glare at him because he smells too good. Sometimes you just want him so close it feels like you might dissolve if he steps away.
Tonight is one of those nights. You sit up slowly, wincing a little as your feet shift. He immediately slides his hands under your calves, lifting them gently into his lap.
āSwollen again?ā he asks softly.
You nod, biting your lip.
He starts massaging them without another word.
And you just look at him.
The strongest man in the room, always. Tall. Untouchable. And here he is, kneeling in front of you, thumbs pressing into your aching feet like itās an honor.
Your chest does summersaults.
It hits you suddenly, the weight of everything. The baby. Your changing body. The stretch marks. The extra softness in your face. The way your hips feel wider.
āāToruā¦ā your voice wobbles. āI look so different.ā
He looks up at you like youāve said something offensive.
āYeah,ā he says.
Your heart drops..
āāyou look unreal.ā
Your lip trembles despite yourself.
āI love you,ā you whisper, voice thick. āI love you so much Satoru.ā
He shifts closer, guiding you carefully until youāre reclined and heās above you, one hand braced beside your shoulder, the other never leaving your belly.
āYeah,ā he murmurs, brushing his nose against yours. āI know. I feel it too. I love you babyā.
When he kisses you, itās slow and consuming. Not rushed. Not playful. Like heās grounding himself in you. Like he needs this closeness to breathe.
Your body reacts before your thoughts can catch up: everything warm and open and needy in that overwhelming, hormonal way that makes you feel almost feral. You cling to him, fingers fisting his shirt.
āSatoru,ā you whisper, overwhelmed. āI feel⦠so much lately.ā
He groans quietly, forehead dropping to yours. āYou donāt have to explain it to me. I see it. I feel it.ā
His hand drifts, careful and reverent, holding you like youāre something precious that might bruise if mishandled. He keeps you close, slow and steady, like heās listening to your body instead of leading it.
āGod,ā he murmurs, voice rough with awe. āYouāre always so wet now baby. Dripping for your husband, being the best wife ever. Fuck. Youāre so hot y/nā.
The words alone make your breath hitch.
He kisses along your jaw, down your throat, murmuring things meant only for you. āI love you like this,ā he says quietly. āMotherly. Warm. Full of life.ā
A pause. A breath.
āI want more of this someday. More kids. More evenings. More you.ā
Your eyes sting.
āDonāt say that like that,ā you whisper, clutching him. āYouāll make me cry.ā
He smiles against your skin. āGood. Cry if you need to. Iāve got you.ā
His hand slides higher, cupping the weight of your breasts with practiced gentleness, thumbs soothing the ache like heās done a hundred times already.
āToo heavy?ā he murmurs. āI know, baby. Theyāve been bothering you all day.ā
He kneads slowly. Comfortingly. āLet me take care of you.ā
Your head tips back, overwhelmed by how deeply wanted you feel. Not despite the changes, but because of them.
āMommy,ā he murmurs softly, the word slipping out instinctively, reverent rather than playful.
Your breath catches like your soul just shifted.
He freezes for half a second, searching your face.
You only pull him closer.
āThatās what you are now,ā he says quietly, voice full and steady. āAnd Godā¦seeing you like this? Loving you like this? It rewired something in me.ā
You cling to him, tears slipping free.
āIāve never loved anyone like this,ā you confess. āIt feels⦠so good. Like my whole body knows youāre home.ā
He presses his forehead to yours, breathing you in.
āYou are,ā he says simply. āBoth of you.ā
He pulls your pyjamas down in a swift motion and hooks your panties to the side with his big fingers. He doesnāt need to prep you. Pregnancy hormones are working overtime it seems, making you ready every time your husband needs you. He lines his red hot tip to your entrance, gives it a few strokes with his big strong manly hands and gently thrusts into your weeping hole. He gives a few quick thrusts while heās too far gone and whining with his eyes closed āFuck, baby you feel so good around meā. āAahh, been waiting all day to fuck you stupidā. He sets a slow pace, rocking his hips back and forth- mushroom tip kissing your cervix. Come dripping from south as it travels all the way between your ass cheeks. He gently moves his hands around your belly, always careful when it comes to the love of his life and future heir.
He fogs your minds with his filthy desires and dirty commentary on how your soft insides were made for his cock, how sniffing between your thighs makes him high, how heād keep fucking you each night for the rest of your life.
Letting your husband hit fucks with your brain chemistry and rewires it again and again. He gently gropes your heavy and aching breasts, swirls his spit around and sucks on your perkiness. āAww babyā¦so heavy right? I know..shhh.. Iāll massage them for you.ā
You love this. How itās a routine now. Carrying the honoured oneās baby has truly given you the greatest honour of your life and you know it in your bones that husband would absolutely anything that he says to his baby mama.
āWhereās your mind mama? Iām being such a good boy haa-aahh..fuck Iām- Iām so closeā
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Wheeww I needed a fucking break after writing that much angst in 30 days to get in your pants, Chapter 2.
How i be reading smut wth a straight face in bed
satoru gojo who finds out that his cum doubled in amount when he became spider man. not only that, but the thickness and flavor changed as well. what he enjoys the most is how youāve been eating it up.
āplease.. please cum in me.ā you begged your boyfriend as he pounded into your weeping cunt. you had no clue how or why his cum changed so much. maybe he has been taking some sort of pill? you didnāt bother asking anyways.
āyeah? want me to put a baby in ya?ā satoru chuckled. he knew that the type of spider that bit him is capable of giving birth to hundreds of babies at once, and he got off on the idea of you gifting him many children.
satoru let out a sharp groan the second you squeezed his cock, making it almost impossible for him to pull out.
his grip on your neck tightened as he pushed your face deeper into the drool stained pillow. āguess i got my answer huh?ā
he snapped his hips forward, fucking you deeply. ever since the ābite of 2026 as he liked to call it, his stamina went off the chart, making it possible for him to endure fights, and of course for sex marathons.
your fingers gripped the sheets, back arching as you felt yourself grow near. with a final thrust, satoru released into you.
āfuck..ā he gently pulled out, mesmerized at the way the extra liquid spilled out like a goddamn waterfall. his finger teased at your hole, collecting his own juices. āfelt good, baby?ā
you nodded, feeling absolutely worn out. his cum was too much, but you werenāt complaining.
ā¶ļøļøļø Feelin' On My Body (starring . various jjk men)
synopsis . In which you and your partner finally agree to free use. pairings (separate) . Sukuna x f!reader, Geto x f!reader, Gojo x f!reader, Nanami x f!reader, & Choso x f!reader. content . afab!reader, free use, somnophillia, modern au, oral sex, pussydrunk men, fingering, established relationships, dirty talk, manhandling, rough sex, degrading, unprotected sex, begging, choking, size kink(s), exhibitionism, throat fucking, pussy slapping, desperate men, thigh fucking, pervertedness, whining, them being overlyyy obsessed, praise, a bit of nipple play, filth, implied cum eating, etc.
word count . 8.8k || author's note: a singular twt vid inspired this post (technically sukunaās part but eh) and i got a lil carried away in some bits (gulp)! banner art by Rororogi Mongera. <3
ā Sukuna Ryomen
Heās woken up to his cock engulfed in something all warm ān wet, a sinfully slick tongue lathering up the side of his shaftādecorating his most throbbing vein in a sheeny gloss of saliva.
The thick pink of his brows begin to furrow as his brain struggles to depart itself from sleep, groggy eyes peeling open, and ears picking up on the nasty gagging ān swallowing coming from below.
When Sukuna looks down, he sees a head under the covers bobbing back and forth and back ān forth. Then he feels your mouth swallowing up his cock, the tip knocking into the very depths of your throat with the way he wastes no time in thrusting his hips forward.
A big hand comes to the back of your head over the thin sheet covering your face and you feel him hold you still as he instantly starts fucking your mouth.
āWhy didnāt we agree on this sooner?ā His bellowing morning voice breaks out into the wet silence, āFuck, what a slutty tongue. Do you always wake up like this? All hungry for some cock?ā
ąØą§ Sex ban on your husband, Satoru, has him more desperate than ever [18+]
āAaahā please, baby, let meāāāØāNo.ā
You stand your ground firmly. You were enforcing a sex ban on your husband, Gojo. Was a sex ban really necessary? Probably not. He forgot you were spending a day out with friends since you left before he woke up, and you were just taking soo loonngg to get back home. You two usually had sweet, gentle, lazy sex in the mornings to start your day off on the right foot. But you thought he looked so peaceful asleep, you didnāt want to wake him before you left. How were you supposed to know how pent up youād be leaving him?
It was 4 PM, and you were still out. Poor Satoru just couldnāt take it anymore. He whipped out his phone to take a video of him palming at his aching cock, moaning like a whore into the mic.
You saw the notification pop up on your phone and thought nothing of it, assuming it was just an innocent video from your husband. How was Satoru supposed to know youād be around your friends when you opened it? With the volume dialed all the way up too, although that oneās on you.
āYou didnāt think to give me a heads up first?!ā you shouted at Satoru when you came home, who just pouted like a puppy as he accepted your scolding.
Fast forward three days to the current moment, you were in no mood to have sex with him. Well. You were. But you were being stubborn, as per usual. He had already apologized and everything. You werenāt really sure why you were still enforcing a sex ban on your lovely husband. Your lovely husband who was rock hard just at the sight of you sitting across from him on the couch. Your lovely husband who was massaging your feet, trying to get on your good side.
Fuck.
He was so hard.
And you were so horny.
But again, so stubborn.
Maybe if you justā¦.
You scoot your foot closer to his crotch, slightly rubbing your toe against the outline of his tip. It had been three days since you touched his cock. You missed it.
You tried to act nonchalant. Like this wasnāt intentional. Like you werenāt trying to rile him up. Youād pull your foot away every few seconds, pretending to be more focused on your phone than you were on him.
Youād slowly graze your foot against his base, all the way back up to his tip. Then move away. Repeat.
Satoru caught on instantly. Did you think he was born yesterday or something?
However, he didnāt want to spook you by acting too fast. Heād thrust up ever so carefully against your touch. When youād graze your foot against his tip, heād lean into it.
More.
And more.
And more.
Youād grown less careful yourself, not caring about subtlety.
āBaby⦠can I?ā he looked over to you with those big blue eyes, hovering his hands above your ankle.
You nod, not exactly sure what he was asking or what you were agreeing to, but you think you get the gist of it.
He grabs your ankle with one of his hands and uses the other to position himself on the couch.
He leans into your foot, just grinding against it desperately.
āMpphffā I love you. Fuucckāā he groans as he reaches his high, his pace growing faster and unsteady till eventually a wet spot forms in his sweatpants.
āThank you.ā he lets out a breathy sigh.
āThat desperate, huh?ā You try to look unaffected, as if your panties werenāt soaking from that little show Satoru put on. Like your pussy wasnāt aching with regret that you let him cum in those pants of his instead of cumming in you.
āYeah. I missed you.ā
Yeah, youāre a weak woman.
āOkay, youāre forgiven.ā
He cocks his eyebrow up and gives you that infamous grin.
āReally? Just like that?ā His voice teases.
āTake your pants off, Toru.ā
āAnything for my wife.ā
a/n: hereās the visual link that this was inspired by. It kept showing up on my feed so I fear I had to write something about it. Pls no foot fetish allegations, I just thought the video was hotš„² I enjoy desperate men.
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the comforting touch of the beautiful moon
losing a bet to your boyfriend sukuna
This is for my luv @yenayaps, here is sukuna doing coke off us and fucking our ass <3 happy birthdayyy hehe (MDNI)
You lost a bet to your boyfriend Sukuna - you thought you could outdrink your six foot five boyfriend like a fucking idiot, but now your ass is arched in a pretty heart for his dilated eyes. Your head resting on one of his pillows as he moans at the sight, slipping rough fingers up your spine, laughing when you whine out.
"Ah-ah, stay still," he murmurs, taking the little baggie of powder that's been on his nightstand for this very occasion, running his hand over his cock, feeling it leaking pre. "My pretty lil coke tray."
"You fucking freak," you mumble, whining out when his huge hand lands a firm smack on your ass, leaving the outline of his hand print raising on it. "Mnh!"
"You lost that bet, brat," you sigh, conceding and feeling powder sprinkling along your skin, you bite down on your lip, feeling far too fucking needy, he's not even touched you yet, just gliding a card against the curve of your ass, where the little dimples sit on your lower back.
"Well snort your line then, Kuna," he glares at the nickname, you're practically giggling, he'd smack your ass again but this is primo cocaine, so he settles for nipping your ass cheek with his teeth.
"So eager for me to fuck your ass tonight, huh?" You blush and don't let him see - for all Sukuna's talk of fucking your ass he hasn't just yet.
"Just snort your line weirdo," he chuckles, the sound vibrating as he leans down, rolling that hundred dollar bill tightly. The powder looks so fucking pretty on your skin, he snorts half of it right up one nostril, switching to the other, hearing your little whine.
"Fuck," he runs his tongue across where the faint white residue is sticking, huge hands gripping at your hips, lips pressing a filthy kiss. "Arch more, you can, right?"
"Mhm," you do just that - usually you're a fucking brat, but you're so clearly horny and ready for him tonight. He spits a line of saliva right down to your hole, spreading your cheeks and watching you arch even more, hands crumpling the sheets beneath you.
"Haven't' even touched you yet, so needy, huh?" You turn to glare and he's smirking.
"Fine, no ass play."
"What!?"
"No fuck you," you gasp out when he spits on your hole again, swirling two fingers and pressing inside, making you moan, lashes fluttering shut. "Mngh..."
"What was that, brat?" He leans over, pressing them into the knuckle and curling them, the burn so fucking good you can hardly take it, eyes rolling back in your skull, your arousal dripping down between your puffy lips. "Couldn't hear ya."
"F-fuck... fuck... ah," he's grinning as you clamp down on him, his free hand tugging you up by your hair until you're up on your hands and knees for him, gasping out.
"Loosen up f'me," he murmurs in your ear, sharp teeth nipping at your ear lobe, a little bit of that pink hair falling over his brow. "Stop that, don't tighten up. Be a good girl."
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ā§ āā satoru just needs one final push (nsfw) he physically canāt cum until he hears your voice
satoru's been at this for at least half an hour by now.
hand gliding up and down his cock, thumb pressing hard against the bulging vein. he imagines itās your soft, pliant hands instead of his own that are coaxing him towards an orgasm. his mind is hazy, the vision of you blurry as his hips buck lazily into his grasp. the movement of his wrists speed up when he feels himself teetering on the edge, only for him to be pulled back onto solid ground immediately.
he's been at this for at least half an hour and yet, he still can't reach the sweet, sweet relief he was aching for. you're to blame, he thinks. the tight squeeze of your pussy around his cock, enveloping him in a special kind of warmth, has ruined everything else for him. especially the now-slick palms of his own.
even the polaroid he keeps in his wallet isn't enough. not even his favourite ā the one where you're on your knees in front of him, mouth stretched around his cock. your eyes are locked onto the camera in his hands, and the faux eye contact makes him stifle a groan. but he still needs more.
he dials your number.
you pick up at the second ring.
"hey, babe, what's up?" your voice is amplified by satoru's phone, pressed up against his ear. he feels his balls tighten.
āpleaseā¦,ā he whimpers through gritted teeth. itās followed by shallow breaths. then the wet shlicks of his precum being smeared all over his length. it glistens with obscenity, and the shame of getting off to the mere sound of his name uttered in your voice.
āsatoru? are you okay? you soundā¦out of breath.ā
though your words were innocent, to him, your voice was no different from porn.
āhaah, yes, i-iām, fffuck, iām fineāplease, say my name again,ā his voice cracks, and so does his poorly-maintained facade of composure.
āwhatāsatoru, whatās going on?ā your lack of awareness of his dirty actions made him grow heavier in his palms. the strands of his hair were slick with sweat, sticking onto his forehead, head tilted back against the headrest.
āshit, again,ā he gasps out, deft fingers tugging at his cock. how you haven't caught on, he's not sure. or maybe you have, and you're just playing dumb. whatever it is, every word makes his breath quicken, his face feel hotter, and his legs tremble more.
āis this a prank?ā
āno! please, just keep going. talk to me, anything you want. tell me about your day? pretend as if itās aāhnghāa life or death situation.ā it might as well have been the way he was desperately clawing at any shreds of you.
āumm, okayā¦? well, i was at the grocery store just now, and there was this lady who was a complete bitch. she cut the queue, and yāknow what she said to me? she said she didnāt see me! i mean, hellooo?? she couldāve justāā
āfuck!ā a loud groan interrupts your little rant.
spurts of cum spill onto satoruās hand and lap, all of which, of course, you do not see. his chest heaves with relief, head tipped against the headboard. he lays still for a moment, nothing but shaky breaths leaving his lips. the other end of the line is silent too.
for a moment, he thinks you hung up. left him to ride out the aftershocks of his long-awaited orgasm, fingers still twitching against his cock from the muscle memory.
āwere you jerking off the whole time?!ā
hiromi lost a case! what does he do? he fucks his secretary, of course. āļø
higuruma hiromi just lost a case. it's kind of an oxymoron in itself. higuruma hiromi? losing? unheard of. it was news to his firm when the jury had ruled in the defendantās . higuruma hiromi had lost his first case.Ā
he's furiousā thereās no denying it. years worth of a clean record now ruined by a singular juror. hiromi came back from the courthouse all red and rough with everything his fingers touched.
neat court papers are hastily dropped on his desk and his briefcase is thrown across the room. as his doting little secretary, you asked what was going on. thatās when he looked up at you with pure anger and lust in his eyes.Ā
"over the table, now."Ā
you follow his instructions in an almost eager manner. opaque stockings were tossed to the side and your panties were shoved in his desk drawer (thereās a few other pairs in his drawer from previous activities).
itās not every day that hiromi fucks you, so you spread yourself on his desk like the pretty meal you are. soon enough, youāre gripping on the ends of his mahogany desk while being stuffed full by his massive dick.Ā
your button-up top is opened so hiromi's hands can palm your breasts and occasionally tweak your perky nipples. thighs spread to show off your sopping wet pussy and sensitive clit. with one hand on your mouth and the other on your leg, hiromiās reduced you to his little fuck-doll.
āfucking juryā¦ā he mutters, thrusts coordinating with every syllable. āgoing on about āmore evidence neededā⦠had the damn evidence in front of āem.ā hiromi delivers a harsh slap to your clit, coaxing a delicious whine from your mouth.Ā
āh-higu!ā you moan, eyes rolling to the back of your head. āitās so much!ā your brain canāt think straight right now when hiromiās thick girth is stretching your tiny pussy wide open. when his cock brushes against your sensitive g-spot, your legs tighten around his waist.Ā
hiromi growls and continues to snap his hips against yours, red tip kissing your cervix with a bump! bump bump! āyou take what i give you.ā he reprimands and a sudden increase in pace follows. āitās your job after all, isnāt it?āĀ
āy-yes, sirā¦!ā you squeal when his hand makes contact with your pussy. āhi-higu itās so much⦠i think i mightā!ā itās at that moment when hiromi stops his brutal pace. his hand finds your clit and pinches it, hard. you let out a loud moan and throw your head back, sending a few pens to the ground.Ā
ādid my words not make sense to you, honey?ā he asks in a pseudo-sweet voice. āis my pretty little secretary too fucked out to understand basic, coherent sentences?ā you feel tears welling up in your eyes as you shake your head at his degrading (but sensual) words. āatta girl.āĀ
hiromi lifts your hips up again and continues pounding into your gushing pussy. ābe a good girl and let me relieve some anger, honey.ā he coos, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. his gentle manner contrasts the sinful sensation heās making your tight hole go through. the new angle heās positioning you in allows him to get to both your g-spot and cervix with more ease.Ā
āyou know what would make me less angry, sweetheart?ā he asks, folding your legs into a mating press. you shake your head, mind still focused on trying taking his dick without splitting in two. āwhy, a few months of paternity leave would certainly make me less angry.ā oh.
hiromi leans closer to you, mouth against your ear. āthink about it, honeyā my favorite little secretary and i. and a little baby on the way.ā he palms the bulge on your tummy, the imprint of his cock visible for all to see. āpaid time off for the both of usā isnāt it perfect, sweetheart?āĀ
your pussy clenches around his girth at the thought of it. hiromi smiles almost wickedly. āperfect girl, i knew you wanted it too.ā without any warning, he bottoms out and slams his entire being into you once more, inciting a moan from the both of you.Ā
ābear the paperwork for now, honey. in six months time, weāll be off work together.ā
hiromi please breed me ©2026 tajinism / dihtaifung
bully!gojo has to bend his knees to be able to fuck you standing, "you're so short i can't even fuck you like this." he taunts, shoving you against the bathroom stall door. he grunts in frustration as he guides his cock into you, "get on your tippy toes for me." he commands ā as if it's your height that's making this difficult. each time this 6'3 man thrusts up into you it makes your toes lift off the ground a little. you know what? he gives up and just lifts you when it becomes too straining to bend his knees. two big hands gripping your cheeks and spreading them wide as his pretty cock meanly pounds up into you!!
ā§āĖ ā¾ā Privacy? Tojiās never heard of it.
You were careful when you first started dating Toji. You always wore your best underwear around him, always made sure you saw him on hair wash day 1 or 2, at most. You avoided staying overnight around his apartment when you were on your period and sprayed at least half of bottle of perfume on your clothes before you met with him.
However, it seemed that Toji could not care less. Youād excuse yourself to the bathroom with a pair of synchronised footsteps behind you. Without a knock, heād open the bathroom door and stand in there while you were peeing. Heād unashamedly stare too, as if you were eating food and not taking a piss.
Or youād drop something off at his apartment after an intense gym session, gym-wear sticking to your skin and cheeks still red. But then, heād drag you in, push you down onto his bed and push his face in between your thighs. Youād squeal, try and kick at him to move because you knew you hadnāt had a shower yet.
āCome on, doll. Let me love my girlfriend.ā Then heād press his nose into your crotch and deeply inhale.
āToji!ā You scream. āYou are such a freak!ā
āOuch, ma. That hurts.ā
āWell itās true.ā
You let him eat you out anyway. You canāt say no to those devilish eyes and handsome smirk.
Sadly, you canāt say no to anything that Toji wants. You let him steal your dirty underwear, you let him sit in the bathroom with you whilst your bent over on the toilet seat with period cramps.
And he loves it.
He fights back a grin whenever you let him join you in the shower (after insistent begging), knowing youāll let him wash your hair even if itās greasy (because he begs you even more).
He gets a boner whenever you stretch your feet over his lap and silently command him to give you a foot massage, or when you let him eat you out on your period.
He may have been a bit weird; but it was clear he loved you through his freakish ways.
you know what, fuck it be free, keep reading that bad fan fiction, keep writing that bad fanfiction, keep using y/n, keep staying up to 4 a.m reading x reader, to be cringe is too be free
(just NO a.i)
sukuna canāt handle his wifeās stamina 18+
moving in together was a tough time for sukuna. mainly because you had the stamina of a rabbit when it came to sex. in fact, he considered himself to be a man with a high sex drive before he met you.
as much as he loved fucking you stupid, he was embarrassed to admit he was out of fuel. so, heād just let you ride his face or something. his body became yours to use while he recuperated.
but this time, he was dedicated! he wanted you to be the one that got exhausted first. getting yourself off was something he couldnāt comprehend anymore. what was he there for if not to fuck you?
your sweaty body was laid out across the soft sheets of his bed. the hands of your husband held you in a mean mating press, with your legs pressed so firmly against your chest that it stopped your tits from bouncing any further.
this position wasnāt a showcase of sukunaās control, not at all. he used your legs like handlebarsāleverage. he was winded! his thrusts were lazy and sloppy, each slap of skin timed out further than the last. a mental count of how many times heād made you finish was lost somewhere in the sea of cum he stuffed you full of.
āgod..my fuckinā back hurts, woman.ā he complained, but continued fucking you anyway like he was half asleep. sukuna was certain heād rubbed your cervix raw, and that when he would inevitably pulled out, the tip of his cock would he filed off. thats how long heād been inside you.
āwell donāt stop nowāmāclose again..ā you whined, rutting your hips back onto his weakly twitching cock. ājust let me ride you if youāre so tired.ā honestly, you could go forever. the soreness wasnāt enough to kill your libido even a hair. cum dripped out of your syrupy, stretched hole like sap whenever heād pull out enough to leave some space. it glazed your thighs in a way that didnāt feel wasteful, just pretty.
sukuna panted, his painted nails digging into the plush of your thighs as he held himself up. āitās not justāfuckāabout being tired..ā a sharp thrust had you keening. āi donāt have any cum left, wife. you milked me dry, sāall in here.ā he pressed down on your lower stomach, which in turn sent more of his seed trickling out.
you laughed at that, then moved your hips so the head of his cock nudged your g-spot routinely. āi-is that supposed to..mmh..mean something to me?ā
your husband just shook his head, slamming into you again with the remainder of his stamina. it was enough, since it sent your orgasm hurling its way toward you again. your back arched off the bed like it was your first orgasm of the night, and your head sunk into the pillow behind you with a soft thud. a strained cry crawled its way out of your throat when you felt his pathetically small load splurt inside you. only half your body knew it was exhausted.
he panted above you, sweat gulfing down his chest and sticking pink hairs to his tatted face. his eyes were half lidded from exhaustion, though you were too far into bliss to recognize it. he released your legs, but you spread them open again anyway.
āa-again..ā you whimpered, finally peeling your head off the pillow. you wiggled your hips, a moan leaving both of you due to the overstimulation.
he looked distraught, and you could see his face this time. āare you shitting me.ā
āiif you donāt want to we can stop.ā you quickly assured
sukuna scoffed, picking up your thighs again. he always folded so fast. ācourse i want to. the fuck do you think i am?ā you felt his cock twitch inside you again, slowly but surely starting to stuff your worked cunt close to how it was before. it was a sorry excuse for an erection, but it was enough since he started slowly thrusting again.
āthink three more will be enough?ā you queried
āGOD DAMMITā
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