I LOVE GAANG SMM!! And yes, Suki is part of gaang. I can’t stand the suki under representation. I love my queen sm. ALL CREDITS TO THE ARTIST!! @schwesterchiz in Insta
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 cock—the 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 move—pulling 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."
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 aren’t 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 can’t believe his eyes.
He just stands at the edge of the room and stares. You look like something out of a dream he didn’t know he was allowed to have. Soft. Round. Alive. Your pregnancy walk earlier, the way you waddle just a little now it’s 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.
“Hey,” he murmurs.
You blink awake. “You’re home…”
His mouth curves immediately. “Yeah. And you look…” He exhales slowly. “You look unreal baby”.
You try to joke it away. “I look tired. And puffy.”
He shakes his head, thumb brushing the curve beneath his palm. “No. You look like the most beautiful woman in the world.”
Something in your chest aches.
He presses a kiss just below your navel, lingering there like it’s sacred. Like you are.
“You’re getting so round,” he says softly, almost to himself. “Every day I come home and it hits me all over again. Hits me I’m the lucky guy who gets to make you like this, see you like this”.
You swallow, emotions swelling fast and unpredictable. “Sometimes I don’t recognize myself.”
He looks up at you then eyes bright, serious, unguarded. “I do,” he says immediately. “This is you. Just… more. You’re carrying our baby after all”.
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.
“Swollen again?” 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 it’s 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.
“‘Toru…” your voice wobbles. “I look so different.”
He looks up at you like you’ve said something offensive.
“Yeah,” he says.
Your heart drops..
“—you look unreal.”
Your lip trembles despite yourself.
“I love you,” you whisper, voice thick. “I love you so much Satoru.”
He shifts closer, guiding you carefully until you’re reclined and he’s above you, one hand braced beside your shoulder, the other never leaving your belly.
“Yeah,” he murmurs, brushing his nose against yours. “I know. I feel it too. I love you baby”.
When he kisses you, it’s slow and consuming. Not rushed. Not playful. Like he’s 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.
“Satoru,” you whisper, overwhelmed. “I feel… so much lately.”
He groans quietly, forehead dropping to yours. “You don’t have to explain it to me. I see it. I feel it.”
His hand drifts, careful and reverent, holding you like you’re something precious that might bruise if mishandled. He keeps you close, slow and steady, like he’s listening to your body instead of leading it.
“God,” he murmurs, voice rough with awe. “You’re always so wet now baby. Dripping for your husband, being the best wife ever. Fuck. You’re so hot y/n”.
The words alone make your breath hitch.
He kisses along your jaw, down your throat, murmuring things meant only for you. “I love you like this,” he says quietly. “Motherly. Warm. Full of life.”
A pause. A breath.
“I want more of this someday. More kids. More evenings. More you.”
Your eyes sting.
“Don’t say that like that,” you whisper, clutching him. “You’ll make me cry.”
He smiles against your skin. “Good. Cry if you need to. I’ve got you.”
His hand slides higher, cupping the weight of your breasts with practiced gentleness, thumbs soothing the ache like he’s done a hundred times already.
“Too heavy?” he murmurs. “I know, baby. They’ve been bothering you all day.”
He kneads slowly. Comfortingly. “Let me take care of you.”
Your head tips back, overwhelmed by how deeply wanted you feel. Not despite the changes, but because of them.
“Mommy,” 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.
“That’s what you are now,” he says quietly, voice full and steady. “And God…seeing you like this? Loving you like this? It rewired something in me.”
You cling to him, tears slipping free.
“I’ve never loved anyone like this,” you confess. “It feels… so good. Like my whole body knows you’re home.”
He presses his forehead to yours, breathing you in.
“You are,” he says simply. “Both of you.”
He pulls your pyjamas down in a swift motion and hooks your panties to the side with his big fingers. He doesn’t 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 he’s too far gone and whining with his eyes closed “Fuck, baby you feel so good around me”. “Aahh, been waiting all day to fuck you stupid”. 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 he’d 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. “Aww baby…so heavy right? I know..shhh.. I’ll massage them for you.”
You love this. How it’s a routine now. Carrying the honoured one’s 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.
“Where’s your mind mama? I’m being such a good boy haa-aahh..fuck I’m- I’m so close”
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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.
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 you’ve been eating it up.
“please.. please cum in me.” 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 didn’t bother asking anyways.
“yeah? want me to put a baby in ya?” 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. “guess i got my answer huh?”
he snapped his hips forward, fucking you deeply. ever since the ‘bite 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.
“fuck..” 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. “felt good, baby?”
you nodded, feeling absolutely worn out. his cum was too much, but you weren’t complaining.
▶︎︎︎ 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 sukuna’s part but eh) and i got a lil carried away in some bits (gulp)! banner art by Rororogi Mongera. <3
☆ Sukuna Ryomen
He’s woken up to his cock engulfed in something all warm ‘n wet, a sinfully slick tongue lathering up the side of his shaft—decorating 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 ‘n swallowing coming from below.
When Sukuna looks down, he sees a head under the covers bobbing back and forth and back ‘n 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.
“Why didn’t we agree on this sooner?” His bellowing morning voice breaks out into the wet silence, “Fuck, what a slutty tongue. Do you always wake up like this? All hungry for some cock?”
“M-Mhmm,” You squirm, throating his length with great fervor as his sudden thrusts take you by surprise.
Although you can’t see it, Sukuna flashes a wide grin before pulling his bottom lip in between his teeth and letting his brow furrow.
“Yeahh, I bet you do.” The man rasps, fingertips pressing into your head a little firmer, “You’ve probably wanted me to fuck your mouth first thing in the morning like this so many times, hm?”
Your throat tightens around him before you try tugging your head away, only to be stopped by a low grunt rumbling out of him.
“Ohhh, don’t take this away from me now. Come closer, let me give my wife’s throat a proper stretch.” Sukuna rasps heavily, a wet slick of precum dribbling out against the center of your tongue. You then swirl the oral muscle around his cock and feel it twitch in reaction. “Mhmm, love it when you spoil me like this.”
You can’t see it but your husband’s got the biggest grin on his face, cheeks tinted in a rosy hue and breath growing heavier by the second. His hips buck a bit harder and you could feel his rhythm steadily growing erratic as his cock swells further against the tight walls of your throat.
Thick spurts of salty precum flood into your mouth as you happily slurp over every ridge and vein pulsing down his dick. As your lips kiss his base, your nose is quickly left buried into the coarse hairs of pink at his groin. Your eyes roll further back into your skull and you release a moan in between your desperate sucks.
A guttural groan is ripped straight from his chest as his fingers begin to twist into the sheet over your head, anchoring your mouth in place just to feel the way your throat struggles around the thick girth of his cock. His tip smooches a little deeper and you're left to gag softly as a breath gasp jumps out of him.
Sukuna has always looved head, so to have you waking him up like this was nothing more than a wet dream come true.
One last thrust into your mouth takes place before there's a rope of warm cum pouring down your throat. His hand gets impossibly heavier against the back of your head and you swear you hear him choke before uttering, "Milk me, y-yes. Fuck, s'good."
Then a slight arch forms in his back as you swallow everything flooding into your mouth, earning a sinful purr out of his throat just before the thin sheet yanked away in one swift motion. Your flushed face and swollen lips are left exposed to his gaze and you try not to smile at how flushed his face is.
"Show me," Sukuna murmurs with a carefully cocked brow.
You obediently open your mouth and lull your tongue out flat to display the emptiness on it—no evidence of him ruining your throat left aside from the glistening traces of spit sheening over your lips.
The sight of you like this first thing in the morning doesn't fail in the slightest to have his cock twitching right back to life as if you'd never sucked him off to begin with. Sukuna's never had a long refactory period but fuck, you didn't think his cock would be curving up for your attention that quickly.
With a brash grin on his face, your husband casually gestures his hand your way as if to tell you to take care of him again. He's sure your mouth and throat are already tired but it'd be cute to actually see you struggle on his—
You're cutting off his train of thought by swallowing up his dick without the slightest bit of struggle. The way your mouth slops past his thick tip and suctions his length in to the deepest corners of your throat has Sukuna choking.
The moment you hear him do so, you flick your eyes up at him and let your tongue slather against the prominently throbbing vein resting at the left underside of his cock. Sukuna's hand curls into the sheet he'd pulled off of your head just moments ago and he weakly pushes his hips up and then tips his head over to the side.
In doing so, he just barely catches sight of how his dick is outlined against the clenching muscles of your throat.
"Fuckkk, that's it." He praises hoarsely before moving his shaky hands to the sides of your face. Then he steadies you completely and maintains eye contact with you for a couple seconds, smirk widening out across his face. "Swallow my cock juuust like that," Sukuna coos in between the next few slow rolls of his hips.
His hands tighten against the your face before he starts fucking himself into your mouth again, quickly picking up his once shallow pace, and letting his brows furrow at the sight. He watches closely as your eyes gloss over and specifically waits for you to gag loudly around his dick before he smiles.
Then Sukuna starts nodding as if to let you know he's about to cum and you don't think there's anything sexier than the face he makes every time he does. His brows would twist upward and his jaw falls open, bottom lip quivering ever so slightly while a louddd groan bellows out of his throat.
The feel of warm cum flooding down your gullet is just enough to serve as some form of breakfast for the morning and you're entirely content with that. Your husbands hips are relentless as he fucks his second load das deep as he can and you try your best to swallow every drop just as you did the first time.
Once Sukuna pulls out, you're finally allowed a moment to gasp and cough a couple times while he slumps back against the pillows.
It's quiet for only a few seconds before his head rolls over to spare you a glance and then his hand reaches out to cup your jaw and tilt your face up. Your lips are all swollen and slick, throat still tensing from the proper stretching he just gifted you with.
He thumbs at your bottom lip and then parts it to inspect the insides of your mouth again.
Making sure to whisper, “S’pretty,” as if to not let that go to your head and then moving to haul you up by your arm so he can lean in and kiss you—shamelessly licking at the corners of your mouth and capturing the few drops of his cum that somehow failed to run down your throat.
After quickly devouring your mouth to replace the taste of his cock with his tongue, his hands are felt at your waist, and he tugs you impossibly closer before hugging you. The gesture is unexpected—despite your many years of marriage—but his next few words make it all make a lot more sense to you.
“Next time, I should like to wake up and see you on top of me," Your husband demands.
You stare at him all innocently, “I dunno about all that, Sukuna.”
His somewhat affectionate stare quickly fades into a sharp glare, “I wasn’t asking.”
“Oh.”
☆ Geto Suguru
As soon as you sat up one morning, something thick ‘n sticky began to ooze out of you, warm rivulets of cum trickling down your inner thighs. The panties you had on the night prior? Gone, vanished without a trace. Your boyfriend of many years? Sound asleep next to you!
Just as you shift slightly, feeling the slick mess between your legs, the man in question begins to stir awake and releases a soft hum just as his eyes flutter open. Your gazes meet once he props himself up on one elbow, his eyes dropping before yours get the chance to as he catches the evidence of his indulgence seep out of you.
"Morning, sweet girl," He hums rather innocently before leaning up just to kiss at your cheek and whisper, "I left a little something inside you while you were sleeping.” Geto points out casually, “Hope you don’t mind.”
Truth be told, part of him hoped you would mind. He hopes you’d scold him for being soo perverted, despite the fact that you’re the one who told him you wanted him to use you whenever, even if you were asleep.
He hardly waited two days after receiving that consent of yours before he was fucking you while you dreamt of god knows what.
Even seeing you under the gentle glow of the morning's light, it's all he can think about. The way he'd spread your legs apart with insistent hands, feeling your unaware frame fall exactly how he needed it to whilst he positioned himself between your thighs.
Geto stuffed the thick head of his cock into your sleeping pussy, letting each inch stretch you out nice 'n slowly, your welcoming walls hugging him with a sloppy heat that made his breath hitch. Drool seeped from the corner of your lips as you readjusted yourself in your sleep, eyes remaining closed, and lashes fanning slightly against your cheeks.
The first thrust into you almost made him feel bad, considering how your body had rocked forward and your cunt clenched ever so sweetly around him as if to gasp.
“You’re s’good to me,” Geto mumbled into the dark room, “F-Fuck, look at you…” His hand went caressing across the side of your face before he tilted his head, “Don’t even know I’m inside you right now, huh?”
He couldn’t help but reel his hips back as he caught the faintest scrunch in your nose. Then he leaned over your body a bit, caging you underneath him and doing his best to hold back from fucking you like he really wanted to. Even though you weren’t awake to make fun of him for it, he still didn’t wanna cum too soon.
Geto’s cock plunged in a little deeper—slathering right against that spot he knows normally has your body arching away from him as if you couldn’t take it, “Would it be bad if I kept going til’ you woke up? Mngh.. you’d probably like that too much.”
Just then, your pussy decides to respond with a ringing squelch! around his cock as he bottoms out. You’re so wet around him that even the dark silks of hair decorating the skin just above his base is shimmering over from your slick. The bed below your bodies is already soaking and Geto nearly feels worse for knowing he’s doing all this to you and you’re missing it.
A pout pulls out his bottom lip for a moment before he shoots his gaze down some more just to watch your juices spill out all around his cock as he slowly rolls his hips back ‘n forth in a languid motion.
“Mmnh..” You’re grumbling in your sleep, but to him the noise sounds mostly like one of pleasure.
One warm breath falls from his mouth as he looks back up to your face, “Moaning in your sleep,” Geto whispers, stilling his hips a moment so that he doesn’t wake you. “So cute.”
While part of him wished you were awake to react and be in the moment of sex with him, the other part of him relished in having you so pliant. None of those whines you spew his way when you swear he’s going too fast or too hard or too slow or whatever-the-fuck. The list of complaints you teasingly throw your boyfriend’s way just to irritate or taunt him while he’s got his dick inside you is quite endless.
You once spent thirty minutes begging to suck him off just to complain about him “bruising your throat” the following morning.
Did you show all symptoms of having a bruised throat that morning? Perhaps. Is that his fault? Nooo, of course not!
Either way, Geto’s appreciating being able to fuck you while you’re sleeping. It’s a little surreal here ‘n there—considering how he’s talking to himself instead of talking you through it—but it’s enjoyable nonetheless.
Especially when your cunt seems to be wide awake as his pace picks up a little. You’re squeezing around him just how he likes it and it’s pulling the oxygen right out of his lungs, leaving him a panting mess above you within mere minutes.
Geto finds it moderately unfair how perfect you are for him even while you’re sleeping.
“Nngh-, shit. I’m gonna cum,” His brows furrow tightly, hands having found security on your hips in a neat fashion to keep your body a bit more steady for the way he rocks his lengthy dick into you. “You want that? My sleepy girl, you’re gonna wake up s’full of me.“
His rambles continue on as he grows closer to something creamy gushing out of his cock, words of filth flowing so naturally out of his mouth that anyone would assume it to be second nature to the man.
Then his tip crams up against a particularly sappy nook of your cunt and a whine squeaks past his lips, “Ah, imagine.. all my cum just leakin' out this pretty hole of yours.” Geto huffs as his hands trail further up your body just to give your tits a hearty squeeze, “Bet you’d call me a perv if you woke up right now—tell me how wrong it is to fuck you while you’re sleep...”
He knows that’s only half-way true, considering you did give him your full consent to this. But the thought of it. The thought of your eyes fluttering open with a gloss of confusion shimmering over them, your steady breaths quickly turning into panting moans, and your entire body awaking to your whorishly gorgeous boyfriend fucking you like the freak you’ve always known him to be…
That’s what gets him.
“You trust me so much.. hahh, fuuck..“ Geto chokes as the realization sends something sinful down his spine, his cock throbbing against your dormant walls, “Gets me so fuckin' hard I can barely think.”
Even though he’s keeping his voice pretty low, it’s getting harder ‘n harder to maintain that volume. You snore softly beneath him and somehow that makes your pussy feel all the more clenched around the head of his weepy dick.
“Mgh-, baby.. you’re getting tighter on me, c’mon now. I don’t wanna cum yet,” He puffs desperately, billowing his hips with slower thrusts as if to combat with your body’s natural reactions to him. “Relax that pussy for me, c’mon. Relax for Suguru, let me make you feel good.”
Your body does exactly that as if used to his cooing words—cunt adjusting to his size within the next few thrusts, oozing out slick all around his deft base as his balls are left flush with your skin.
“Atta’ fuckin’ girll,” Geto purrs hotly before letting his jaw fall open, “Uhuhh, you feel even better now. Can’t believe you listen to me even when you’re sleepin’.”
He thoughtlessly swishes a hand down in between your bodies, his thumb locating your clit and rubbing something utterly delectable into you. Something light like a moan escapes your throat and he worries for a moment that he’d just woke you up—his movements coming to a sharp stop.
When your boyfriend hears that alleged moan fade into another snore, he exhales slowly and then plucks his hips all the way back. His long cock bobs out of your pussy and the dew sight of slick ‘n filth alone is enough to make him draw his bottom lip in between his teeth.
Then Geto takes ahold of his shaft and pumps himself a couple times before tapping his tip against your puffy folds, swatting his cock in between them and then groaning out, “M’gonna cum. F-Fuuck, gorgeous…”
You just-so-happen to move in your sleep after he says that—unconsciously pushing forward and swallowing up his plump tip.
Geto’s face contorts into something just short of pornographic before he whines, “Y’gonna let me do that to you? Cum inside you while you’re sleeping? Ohmygoddd.”
Then he’s inching his hips forward as much as he can before cumming all inside your pretty pussy, leaving you nice and coated with his seed.
He had to put a hand over his mouth to conceal the sounds he’d let out in fear of waking you but right after he’s emptied himself into you, Geto pulls out and hastily holds a finger to your pulsing hole to stop his cum from spilling out.
Smirking, “You’ll probably wake up ‘n get soaked as soon as you feel what I left inside you….”
Which ultimately brings you back to now—the following morning where you’ve done exactly that.
You hadn’t minded what he’d left inside you at all. It may have been a little uncomfortable for you to sit up with the feel of gooey cum dribbling out of you in nasty globs but, it’s swiftly accompanied by dews of your morning arousal.
Then you were leaning back a bit and sending your boyfriend that looks he knows and loves, “Well? Are you gonna sit there ‘n stare at me all day or are you gonna clean up your mess?” You huff towards Geto.
His eyes seem to have a twinkle in them upon hearing those words, his body melting into position in between your legs faster than you have time to process.
You feel his palms come sticking to your thighs as he pushes them apart and swats his tongue over his lips, “You’re the one who said I could use you whenever I wanted. Don’t be such a brat about it, princess.”
Peering down at him, you cock a brow his way, “Yeah well, I didn’t tell you to leave your cum in me all night. Now less talking and more cleaning, perv.”
Oh fuck.
Do you even have any idea of what you just started?
Spoiler alert: no.
☆ Gojo Satoru
You made a mistake.
Giving your "sweet" husband Gojo the permission to bury his dick inside you whenever he wants was probably not in your best interest. Fairly enough, you'd given him that permission about a month ago now and he's only exhausted that free use a handful of times.
You expected him to be all over you nearly every night but, that simply wasn't the case. Instead, he waited for rather specific situations to pull the free use card.
Specific situations such as now, while you're laying across your living room couch with your phone pressed up to your ear. You'd received a call from one of your exes and now you're listening to him ramble on about how harshly life's been treating him since you left.
You swear you were seconds from hanging up the phone, but you were never quite given a chance to do so since the sound of your husband returning home from a long day of work pulled you out of the dully dragging, one-sided conversation. Before you could turn your head towards the hallway that led to the front door, you felt this sudden weight shifting down onto the backs of your thighs.
When you glanced back over your shoulder, Gojo was giving you this deceivingly innocent smile as his big hands moved to slide against your sides.
You gave him a greeting smile of your own before he leaned down to kiss at your forehead.
Then his ears caught the familiar voice on your phone.
He'd been no stranger to this ex of yours since you'd shared the many, many horror stories about what you'd experienced with the him over the years. But, Gojo wasn't in much of a mood to care or question you about it right now.
Not after the looooong day of work he's had—having spent the majority of it fantasizing about returning home to his beautiful wife.
Hence why it only takes one short push of his hips for you to feel the lump of his cock bulging out against his slacks and pressing into the cushioning of your ass. You gasp at it but quickly cover it up with a fake cough before the idiot on the phone could ask you any questions about it.
Then you look back at your husband again, only to find that all his attention is on your ass. His hands move to squish your cheeks together as he bites his lip, cheeks hued in blush just from how aroused he already is. Fuck, he'd been thinking about this—about you—all damn day.
And now you're in his hands, all soft 'n pliant for him. Gojo feels you glaring at him from just beyond his peripherals but he still doesn't care. In fact, he lifts one of his hands to wave your starring off entirely—silently signaling you to focus on your little phone call instead of what he's doing.
You let it slide for the time being and turn your head away with a roll of your eyes, humming into the phone in response to whatever your ex had last uttered to you.
This continues on for a few minutes with nothing unusual happening until Gojo smacks at your ass and you feel his cock rutting in between the valley of the two mounds. His pants are still keeping him constrained but it doesn't do much to conceal how much he's twitching beneath the fabric.
Nor does it aid with how hot you begin to get as he shamelessly begins to hump you. The sounds of his soft pants fan out from behind you and you're hoping this is all he'll do before he cums and leaves you to work your way off the phone.
Unfortunately for you, that's not at all what happens.
Gojo's hands get greedier as his dick gets impossibly harder and you feel his palms sneaking to your waist for a moment before he slips them right under you. Your stomach is given a soft squeeze as he smiles and then his hands are traveling up to your tits—successfully groping at them in sync with the rocking of his hips.
Sometimes you think he forgets just how big he is. Those long limbs of his are straddling your legs but that doesn't help with the weight of his firm body pressing down against you.
Then he has the nerve to crane over to your other ear. "Need you," Gojo whispers whilst his hips thrust lightly, his hands having snuck under your shirt by now.
He thoroughly cups your breasts and lets his fingers dig into your flesh while leaking an embarrassing amount of pre into his boxers—the moisture seeping through enough to leave a wet patch against his dark pants.
Before you can mute the phone to respond to him—or do anything, really—he's kissing at the side of your neck and muttering into your skin, "Gonna fuck you now, okay?”
As quickly as you can, you move the phone away from your ear and hope it doesn't catch your voice as you huff, “Satoru, wait.”
“Shhhh, you told me whenever I want, remember?” He cuts off quickly. His hands are moving right after he says that, reaching the flimsy waistband of your bottoms and tugging them down along with your moderately soaked panties to reveal your naked skin.
You look back with a pout on your face, gesturing slightly towards your phone, “But—“
Gojo meets eyes with you shortly while his hands fly to his thick belt to tug it out the way and then unzip his pants. His chin nods towards that pesky call of yours, “Who is that anyway?” He asks as if not already aware.
“Uh," You swallow thickly, "Remember uhm… Naoya?”
Unbothered, your husband flashes a smile. “Ohhh, that’s your ex, right?” He hums back to you. Your head nods in response and he scoffs in between his fingers steadily unzip his pants, “Fuck's he want?”
“He said I-, ah—Satoru..” Your breathy moan was prompted by the heavy thump of his cock against your ass with all its veiny weight as Gojo lets it bob and then slap at your cheeks.
Still looking at you, “He said you what?” Gojo asks.
Your lashes flutter—and despite the hushed back and forth going on here, your clueless ex is still talking to himself on your phone. “—Said he found some stuff I left over at his place, and then went rambling on from there.”
You mostly expected this to be the part where Gojo acts out of possessiveness or jealousy, but to your surprise, he only shrugs. "Why didn’t you hang up?”
“I was curious," You tell him honestly.
He nods, “Oh yeah?”
Your eyes drop to the way his hand is rubbing along his cockhead, smearing his own pre around his pinkened tip and leaving it to glisten under the dim living room lighting.
Then you gulp, “...I figured something might be wrong, but he’s just talking to me n-normally,” Your stammers come from his cockhead shhlicking down between your folds, kissing your hole all sloppy.
“Mh. Alright,” Gojo murmurs, nodding his head toward the phone again as his attention falls elsewhere, “Keep listening to him then.”
“But I thought you wanted to—“
His hand finds the back of your head all of a sudden and he pushes your face down against the couch cushions a bit, doing so to muffle the expected moan that’s ripped out of your throat as he bucks his hips forward all meanly.
“You heard what I said.” He warns as he watches you shakingly obey via drawing the phone back up to your ear. “Uhuh, don’t even worry about me, sweetheart. Just let me use this pussy til’ I’m satisfied. Pretend I’m not even here.”
It’s quite difficult to do that as Gojo wastes no time sprawling the lips of your pussy out around his wide shaft. Those gorgeous white lashes of his flutter in relief as he first begins to feed his cock into your cunt, eyeing the way you suck him in despite having to bite down on the couch to stop yourself from moaning directly into the phone call.
In courtesy of said call, your husband is even nice enough to go easy on you!
…For the first few minutes, anyway.
It doesn’t take much longer before his hands are properly anchoring your body down against the couch via your hips and his thrusting is timed perfectly with each time you try to open your mouth and speak to that stupid ex of yours.
The first few times you were able to play your moans off as a cough and told the bummy Naoya that you’d probably come down with a cold or something. You knew if you tried to work your way off the phone—even though you’d been doing so long before Gojo got home—your husband would probably punish you by edging you til’ your legs lost functionality in them and your pussy was a leaking mess all over this very couch.
So, you did your best to maintain the one-sided conversation for as long as you could. The only bad thing about it was that your talking and moaning made you squeeze Gojo’s cock all the more tighter and he fucking loved it.
He just couldn’t get enough of how wet this was getting you—how you seemed to relish in this kinda situation. It quickly let him know that this should be a reoccurring thing he does.
Free use is one thing, but executing it only when you’re talking to someone else was definitely in Gojo’s best interest now.
So in between him purposefully waiting until you’re mid-response to fuck you harder, he’d angle himself over and talk into your other ear all nasty, “Yeahhhh, you like this, don’t you? Getting fucked real good while that pathetic ex of yours rambles to you? Makes me wonder if you’d be this wet if I did this more often—fuck you while you’re on the phone…”
Then his hand would come down against your ass again, the smack surely loud enough to be heard on the phone.
“What was that?” Naoya’s grating voice asks through the call.
You bite down a little harder on the bit of cushion you already had in between your teeth so you could drool out a moan before lifting your face up and gasping. “M-My husband dropped something. Don’t worry about it,” You breathed out.
The man on the other end of your phone didn’t seem too convinced but he was in the middle of explaining something before he interrupted himself with his own question so, he returned right back to the topic.
Gojo’s lips curl against your ear—having picked up on the sly way in which you tried to remind Naoya that you’re married, clearly hoping that it would get the call to end sooner.
“Should I wait til’ you get a call from work next time?” He grunts into your ear just as his cock knocks into your cervix, smearing the area over with a glimmer of his glossy precum. “Think you could hold in your moans if I did that?”
You mindlessly move the phone away from your mouth and let your maw hang open as you look back at him, “Toru..”
Gojo gives you a toothy smile before shaking his head and tugging your body back to meet his heavy thrusts, “Uh-uh, answer my question.”
His hand then tugs your face all the way up by your jaw and the phone falls as he plows into you. In doing so, he also manages to force your body into this nasty arch against the couch that has all noises heard by your ex on the phone.
You even hear Naoya’s sentences fall short as he pauses for a long moment and listens closely. Then, “The fuck is that noise—“
Plap plap plap!
The smacking of Gojo’s hips to your ass is picked up by your phone in the best of quality, each slap of skin heard perfectly by the man on that call.
Eyes narrowing on his end, even though you can’t see it, Naoya glances at his phone sideways and his face twists up, “—Are you…”
“Mmgh! Fuuck, Satoruu,” You choke out helplessly. “R-Right theree, ah!”
The sudden encouragement from your lips is exactly what eggs Gojo on into grunting all loudly and leaning his body up. The prone bone position you two have been neatly tucked into this entire time is unmoving as he continues to pull you back onto his cock.
He moans upon feeling you cumming around him and leaving this creamy mess all over the thumping veins that decorate his length.
Shamelessly talking at a normal volume as if that call of yours isn’t ongoing. “There she iss, there’s my perfect wife.” Then Gojo reaches over and swipes up the phone, talking right into it, “Sounds s’pretty doesn’t she?”
Naoya’s spewing and sputtering out curses to the both of you but Gojo tosses the device faster than he has time to hear or care. Then his hands pin you down against the couch by your waist and his bucking becomes insistent.
The couch moves slightly, scraping the floor with how rough he was being before Gojo lets his leg slide off slightly so he can steady himself. Then one of his hands move to the side of the couch to hold it still while his dick angles somewhere to the left inside you.
You sometimes forget just how big ‘n strong your husband is—how easily he can fold your body and handle the janky movement of furniture at the same time. And it seems you’d forgotten it so much that now you were trying to run from him a bit.
He notices how your hips pull away whenever he tugs them onto himself and the cute attempt makes him grin. To distract you from your futile attempts of escaping him, Gojo weighs his head to the side and huffs, “You uh, you never answered my question, sweet thing.”
Your eyes roll back almost instantly and the man feels his heart throb at how pretty you look getting fucked out on him already. “Yes, ‘Toru. Hnngh-, fuck! I’d love it if you-, ohmygod… i-if you did this more often,” You moan to him.
“Babyyyyy,” Gojo coos, pearly sloshes of cum quickly pouring out from the head of his cock but not stopping nor slowing that bullying pace of his, “That’s so slutty of you. Wonder where you got that from.”
You just barely send a glare back his way. “D-Don’t act innocent.”
His brows shoot upward and he grins cheekily, “Hmm?” It’s almost like he wasn’t actively flooding your insides with cum. “Are you implying that I turned you into this?” You nod and he tuts, “Say it then.”
You hated loved when he challenged you like this—as if you were scared to admit it or something. Swallowing down your moans firmly enough to breathe, “You did this to me, Satoru.”
That dopey smile of his returns to his stupidly angelic face and he’s fucking his cum into you real’ good whilst talking, “Oh yeah? What’d I do, baby? Talk to me nice.”
“R-Ruined me,” You cry out with drool dribbling out from the corner of your mouth, “Turned me into a slut for you.”
“Fuck yeah I did,” Gojo replies proudly. Then he looks down and rocks his hips forward before stilling himself inside you just to feel you clench and unclench around him. “Now, are you gonna cum for me again or do I have to get that ex of yours on FaceTime?”
Your eyes widen, “You wouldn’t.”
“Hah,” The phone he tossed earlier is swiped right back up and you hear that signature ringing faster than you have time to process anything.
Naoya answers after only two rings. Though, it should be noted that he never even hung up the regular call.
“The fuck?” He spits as he’s met with your husband angling the phone up just right to show his smothered cock tucked inside you.
Gojo moves to tap at your head next, meeting eyes with you for half a second once you glance back at him, “Smile for me, sweetheart.”
☆ Nanami Kento
“You said anytime I want, my love.”
You didn’t think he would finger you while you had company.
It was movie night with a great deal of your friends scattered around your shared living room and yet here your fiancé was forcing your legs to spread open while you sat on his lap.
Two thick fingers were idly rubbing against your pussy over the fabric of your panties—a small blanket the only thing concealing the sight.
You whispered back to the man as quietly as you could, not wanting to deal with what was to come if anyone around you two figured out what exactly was going on under that blanket, “Kento this is absurd!”
“Shh, shh," Nanami hummed deeply, his eyes trained forward just over your shoulder whilst his fingers continued with their motions, "I can’t hear the movie.”
A frown took over the shape of your lips, “But—“
Already annoyed, “Shut up,” He cut off before glancing away from the TV screen to make sure no one was looking at you both. With no peering eyes found, he decides now as a good time to stuff your mouth full of his free fingers. “Isn't this so much better? Now suck.”
Your cunt twitched against the digits he had neatly rubbing against you and he took that as a sweet reply from you, your lips slowly molding around his fingers before you bobbed your head forward ever so slightly.
You made sure to keep the sounds of your sucking to a quiet slurp that could easily pass off as one of you sipping on something—and this surprisingly worked just fine for the next few minutes.
...At least until Nanami pulled your panties to the side.
Then his fingers lifted away from your skin for a few seconds to allow your poor pussy a moment to throb 'n clench around nothing before he smacked! at it lightly. The wet plp that rang out into the space surrounding you both surprisingly wasn't loud enough to cause any heads to turn.
Which, of course, was what you preferred.
But it did cause you to moan, "Ken," as his fingers fell from your mouth.
Nanami suppressed a groan but he couldn't quite stop his crotch from shifting under your ass. The hand that'd been occupying your mouth fell for a moment as one of your guests looked into your direction—to which your fiancé kindly sent them an innocent grin and then glanced to you as if you two had been having some casually whispered conversation that totally didn't involve him playing with your pussy.
He tipped his mouth up to your ear for a moment and made sure his words didn't escape the space between you whatsoever, “They’ll catch on if you keep moaning my name like that.”
Despite his warning, he purposefully begins to feed his thiiiick fingers past your dewy entrance—which accepts him nicely via squelching hotly in between your thighs.
“Fuck,” You whine after bringing some of the blanket up to cover the bottom half of your face.
As if that would properly conceal your sounds or something...
Nanami's behind you grinning as his free hand fingers your hip and forces your body to push back 'n forth against the very prominent erection in his pants, “Can you feel me? Feel what this does to me?” He asks softly, breath cascading down the side of your shoulder now, “Fuck, I’ve been thinking about this all day. Seems like you have too.”
Just as he points that out, he's poking two fingers into your cunt and letting the tips of them swipe against your sopping walls—earning a gorgeous gloss of liquid arousal to spurt out from where you're currently connected.
Your body naturally slumps back against his a bit as your legs sprawl out some more over his. “Please...” You huff, unsure of what exactly you were even begging for.
“Your squirming will only make it worse, y'know," Nanami warns far too kindly.
“Nngh-," You moan again.
It's almost like you were caring less and less about the surrounding company!
“You're a mess, my love. Can you really not handle a couple fingers without my others in your mouth?” He sighs, sparing you no time to answer, and letting his fingers scissor out against your walls as they dig further into you.
He easily fucks himself knuckle deep and leaves his pointer and pinky to press into the plush of your surrounding skin.
Then, after plugging your mouth up with his digits yet again—since you can't seem to behave without them—his whispers felt like warm honey against your ear, "I suppose this means I can go faster now, no?"
“Mmgh!” Your grumbling around his digits truly has his cock aching in his pants. But he doesn't want to fuck you in front of everyone like this.
At least, not yet.
Though, the thought is most definitely tempting.
You figure this much based on how taunting his voice soothes out against your ear again, “Do you want them to see you like this, darling?” Then his fingers slide against the center of your tongue whilst his others curve into your cunt, “Should I move this blanket and let them?”
Your head shakes frantically and you even move a hand of your own to push at the one he's got buried in between your thighs, inaudibly begging for some sort of break or moment to at least gather your thoughts.
“Ohhh, don’t do that.” Nanami purrs in this suddenly condescending tone, tongue peeping out past his lips to lick a stripe against the side of your neck. Then his words feel just as warm and feverish as his breath is all pressed up against your skin, “I think you want it. You want me to toss this blanket and let everyone here watch me fuck you.”
“M-Mmph!” You grumble before slithering your tongue in between the fingers he's got lodged past your wobbly lips.
“Look at you, practically crying for it," He adds on in reference to your currently sobbing cunt. If only he could see how wet you had his slacks right now. Feeling it is one thing, of course, but he knows setting his eyes on it directly is another thing in itself entirely. “You want all our neighbors to see how pretty you look bouncing on my cock?”
Nanami slides his fingers out of your mouth just to let you respond with the quiet whimper of his name, “Kento..”
“I want them to see," He admits naughtily, “Want them to watch how wide I stretch you, watch how I make this pretty cunt squirt… shit.” Now his fingers were diving in and out of you at a faster rate, sloshing left 'n right each time they came out to slander your slick all over the place.
A friend or two surely caught on to what was happening under that blanket by now.
But... you think both you and Nanami lost it in yourselves to care enough by this point.
Which is confirmed and doubled down on as your head angles back and you lose all your senses with the way you kiss him.
Nanami groans lowly into your mouth, the sound vibrational. Then he sears his next array of admissions in between your lips, “Mmh, I knew it. You want it too, huh?”
“Yeah,” You huff, nodding slightly.
Neither of you were thinking things through at all. Moreso him than you, though.
Which is proven in the next number of minutes just after Nanami adjusts his cock out of his pants and works it past your quivering ring of resistance in slow motion. The wide stretch had your body squirming all over the place and the hand that covered your mouth was most certainly a necessity by this point.
Although one or two people in the room had caught on to what might have been happening between you and Nanami, they couldn't be entirely sure just yet. It was still dark in the room and the TV was loud enough in the moment to mask your muffled cries of pleasure.
“If you moan too loud, I’m moving the blanket and fucking you in front of everyone for real," Nanami warned—trying his best to at least let you try to give this a solid attemp-
“K-Kennn,” You whimper beyond the palm of his hand, killing that attempt entirely.
With a scoff, “Oh. You don't think I'm being serious, do you?”
One moment his cock is fully inside of you and the next... the blanket flies off.
Shit.
☆ Choso Kamo
Legs pressed up to his chest, thighs clasped together tightly, and something hot ‘n rock hard rutted in between them—occasionally nudging in between your folds and against your clit—you were woken up to the sight of your rather depraved boyfriend fucking your thighs.
Whimpering as quietly as he could, “FuckFuckFuckFuck-, nnngh… fuuuck-,” Choso gasped all pathetically.
The two of you had been napping and cuddling together just minutes ago but then he woke up so painfully hard with his cock already crammed up against the pretty curve of your ass. He just couldn't help himself!
And surely you didn't expect him to ignore his boner when you specifically told him that if he ever needed you, he could have you—no matter the place or situation.
So when you turned over in your sleep and he saw how nicely your thighs were hugging one another, he just couldn't help but imagine what his flushed cock would look like smudged in between them. He's already shown you time 'n time before that he's dangerously obsessed with your thighs.
Well, technically he's obsessed with all parts of you but, something about your thighs make him dizzy in his own arousal. Every time Choso has you riding his face, his hands are always groping and squishing your thighs. And he can't deny how attractive he thinks it is when you've just finished sucking him off and his cum spills down past your face and into the perfect crease of your clamped legs.
Which is exactly why he didn't waste much time repositioning himself so that he could hold your legs up now and slowly nudge his dick in between your legs. He tried to be careful of rubbing against your cunt as he held your limbs up against his chest with one bulky arm, the other propped somewhere to the side of him so that he'd be in a decent enough position to thrust against you.
“S-So pretty,” Choso grunted as he saw just how much he came already. Creamy globs of cum coated the entirety of his cock and smeared all nastily along your inner thighs, making it easy for his still-rigid length to slide back and forth now. All while he whispers, “I love you, baby. Love f-fucking you like this.“
His pelvis would clash with the back of your legs over and over again, the rough motion hard enough to have your torso rocking further up against the bed. If not for the pillows he adroitly set behind your head prior to getting off with your legs, you surely would've woken up from the top of your head knocking into the headboard.
Luckily enough for Choso, you wake up from feeling the other thing he'd been trying to avoid—the friction his cock created against your pussy.
It was an accident, really. He wanted to use your thighs really quickly and then go back to cuddling with you as if nothing ever happened but... well, after he came the first few times he was still hard.
He had to do something about it, right?"
“Go faster, Cho,” You're heard murmuring while your sleepily rub over your eyes, “C’mon, if you're gonna fuck my thighs like this then do it properly.”
“O-Ohh shiiiit,” Choso's breath gets tangled up almost immediately. He saw that you started to move and knew you were waking up but he didn't expect you to start talking to him like that so abruptly.
Then you give him a cute, but groggy smile as he mindlessly follows your instructions and picks up his pace, “There you go—good boyyy.”
Choso's eyes roll back and his hips are moving uncontrollably now. He probably would've ended up like this even if you didn't say anything but fuck, now that you have? Oh, the poor man was done for.
“Gonna cum,” He pants, watching through glossed eyes as you move your hand out to stroke at his cock each time it slots through the small gap he's created in between your thighs, “Gonna cum on you-, shit. Your thighs are s’warm.. They-, hahh-,” He’s cut off by you squeezing your legs—his eyes rolling back, headboard knocking up against the wall, and raw, husky groans pouring out of him.
Then you watch silky strings of cum spurt from his flustered tip, landing all over your torso, and even flying up to hit your mouth a little.
Choso's brows are left taut as he tries his best to keep himself from falling over on top of you and tugging your pajamas off just to plop his creamy cock inside you. Instead, he maintains his balance just fine and sways his head to the right before looking down at the way his dick is rubbing against your core again.
“Does it feel good for you too?” He pants cutely, doe-like eyes running up to your face, “Can you still feel me there? Against your pussy?”
You've clasped your bottom lip in between your teeth by now and your hand is left wet from his cum but you still manage a nod in response. To which Choso releases an eased sigh.
Then he leans up to properly, keeping his body steady on his knees and wrapping his other arm around you to come and pinch your clit somewhere in between his somewhat jittery grinds.
“Choso,” You call out in surprise, your hand flying down to hold his wrist.
He flashes this fucked-out little grin your way, answering his own question, “Mhmm, you cann. Fuck, you’re so wet from this.”
You let off a moan and then smile right back at him, “So are you.”
“Uhuh,” He gasps, “A-Always wet for my girl.”
You giggle at his dazed way of speaking now, wondering distantly just how many times he came while you were sound asleep, “I don’t think that’s how it works, baby.”
Choso's eyes soften in awe of you. “Don’t laugh at me,” He says with his plump bottom lip begining to poke out.
You gesture your hand out for him to come closer to you, “Awh, c’mere. Don’t pout.”
Casually ignoring you, your boyfriend naturally presses your legs down flat against your chest and his cock pops out from in between your thighs, dangling in the air with a drooling string of cum dripping from his flushed head.
Then he uses his strength to hold you down with one hand, the other grabbing ahold of his dick and letting it pat against your pussy—watching the way your plump lips press out around his shape through the fabric of your panties.
“You’re soaked from all that," He points out, noticing how the majority of your underwear is a dark shade indicating just how wet you'd gotten from waking up to his actions.
“Choso..." You murmur as you unconsciously send him a frown.
He looks up at your face, “Aw, now you’re the one pouting.”
Accompanying his words is a steady build up of something sloppy rubbing back 'n forth against the outline of your pussy. He doesn't really feel like taking your panties off or even moving them out of the way just yet, wanting to drag out your need for him as punishment for your first act towards him being those taunting words you threw his way earlier.
“Stop teasing,” You end up whining after the first few slips of his dick.
Normally you'd be all for this kinda thing but considering you woke up and immediately got horny from seeing your boyfriend finally taking advantage of the free use you'd given him months ago, it was a bit difficult for you not to be impatient now.
Choso lets out a hot breath as he decides to try something a little different. You'd already seen enough of his pathetic needy side for the day so, he figures it's time he switches it up now. Rasping out a rather commanding, “Say please.”
“Please?” You beg instantly while sending him that look you know makes him absolutely weak for you.
For the first time in foreve, Choso manages to ignore that look of yours and tips his head back a bit while thrusting his cockhead in between your drooling slit—bumping his own against your clit. “A little more than that,” He requests in a softened tone, “Say, ‘can I please have your cock, choso’?”
“I…” You swallow thickly at first—caught entirely off guard by his specific request. The worst part about it was the fact that you know he felt the way your cunt went twitching and clenching in reaction, yearning to be stuffed full of him sooner rather than later, “Can I please have your cock, Choso?”
“Good girl," He hums in between the slightly shy smile he sends down to you, "Now you get your reward."
Your panties are torn right off within the following moment. Choso hadn't exactly meant to rip the fabric off of you like that but, y'know, he was still just as needy for you as you were for him.
He couln't help himself!
When his cock finally begins to push against your hole, he breaks your legs open and displays this whorish look you've never seen from him before. Sounding far too confident as he hums, “Gonna fuck you til’ you’re wishing I kept using your thighs now, princess.”
As if he doesn't end up cumming not even a minute after being inside yo.
୨୧ Sex ban on your husband, Satoru, has him more desperate than ever [18+]
“Aaah— please, baby, let me—” “No.”
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 didn’t want to wake him before you left. How were you supposed to know how pent up you’d be leaving him?
It was 4 PM, and you were still out. Poor Satoru just couldn’t 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 you’d be around your friends when you opened it? With the volume dialed all the way up too, although that one’s on you.
“You didn’t think to give me a heads up first?!” 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 weren’t 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 just….
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 wasn’t intentional. Like you weren’t trying to rile him up. You’d pull your foot away every few seconds, pretending to be more focused on your phone than you were on him.
You’d 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 didn’t want to spook you by acting too fast. He’d thrust up ever so carefully against your touch. When you’d graze your foot against his tip, he’d lean into it.
More.
And more.
And more.
You’d grown less careful yourself, not caring about subtlety.
“Baby… can I?” 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.
“Mpphff— I love you. Fuucck—” he groans as he reaches his high, his pace growing faster and unsteady till eventually a wet spot forms in his sweatpants.
“Thank you.” he lets out a breathy sigh.
“That desperate, huh?” You try to look unaffected, as if your panties weren’t soaking from that little show Satoru put on. Like your pussy wasn’t aching with regret that you let him cum in those pants of his instead of cumming in you.
“Yeah. I missed you.”
Yeah, you’re a weak woman.
“Okay, you’re forgiven.”
He cocks his eyebrow up and gives you that infamous grin.
“Really? Just like that?” His voice teases.
“Take your pants off, Toru.”
“Anything for my wife.”
a/n: here’s 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 hot🥲 I enjoy desperate men.
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."
"Hmph," he smiles at your attempt to act mad, easing his fingers in and out of your unused hole, his breath warm against your ear. "Kuna..."
"Mmm, listenin' for once," he eases his fingers out, leaning over and grabbing a bottle of lube out of his drawer - his slutty ass always has several bottles. He squeezes a generous amount, easing his fingers right back in, his other hand cupping your face, kissing your lips and moaning into your mouth. "Feel good, brat?"
"Mhm," you don't bother to play around, his fingers do feel good, the way he's leaned over you with his heavy weight against you, the pressure as he starts stretching them inside your tight hole.
"Can you take my cock in this tiny hole?" He's taunting you now, his cock leaking pre down on his blankets, hand slipping down to wrap your throat.
"I can." he smirks against your skin.
"I don't know, she's just so tiny and pathetic, can she stretch that much? Take this fat cock inside?"
"Yes, yes," he's pumping faster, the lube slipping and mixing with your juices as the drip down your thighs. "I can t-take it, fuck me, fuck me..."
"Beggin' all desperate, such a needy brat," he pulls them out with a filthy squelch, squirting even more lube down onto your hole, spitting in it as he spreads your hole wide, lining the tip of his pierced cock against it. You jerk just a bit when his piercing presses inside your hole. "Don't tense up, or I won't give you it."
"Dick," you mumble, looking over your shoulder, your hair falling. "Kuna, fuck me, please."
He spits again, swirling it over his swollen cock head, easing it inside, he's gentle with it at first, letting you adjust. Sukuna could be sweet, especially when he's fucking your hole for the first time, but once he's half way in, and you start to take it? It feels too good.
"Ah! S-so deep," he's pushing more in, pinning your hips and jerking his own, heavy balls thwacking your messy, needy cunt as she quivers around nothing, making you gasp out.
"That's it, takin' my cock like you're made for it," he moans, starting to really fuck you now, cock stretching you out as all that pressure hits, the pleasure fucking ruining you. "Doin' such a good job, lemme make you feel even better."
"Hmm? ah!" Sukuna's tugging you up, easing you right down on his cock and bottoming out impossibly, you're on your knees, his tattooed fingers running circles on your neglected clit, pretty patterns as he wraps his other arm around your waist, bicep taking you over. You're trembling, tears pricking your eyes as you start to feel that pleasure fucking you up.
"All your holes are made just f'me," he says, losing his mind at how tight you are, how your ass is just gripping his veiny length so good like she's milking him. "Cunt, mouth, ass, mine - say it?"
"Psycho - ngh!" He's slammed you down fully, pinching your clit between two fingers, overstimulating you until you shatter, seeing white as he sucks your damn breath away. "Kuna, ngh!"
"Mhm," he's easing up just a bit as you squirt down between your thighs. "Fuck, you're squirting from anal? Slutty lil' brat."
You're broken off with a moan between your lips as he fucks up into your ass again, about to bust inside, just pulsing. He's mumbling your name as he slides two fingers in your empty cunt, curving them up as his piercing drags along this spot inside that has you cumming again, squirting down his hand.
"Fuck, that's it - hah, gonna take all my cum. Mmm stay right here, don't run from it," he murmurs, busting hot white inside, feeling cum in there is utterly filthy, his fingers rocking and getting every damn drop he can from you, until you're dizzy.
"Kuna..." You're a mess, Sukuna eases out and moans at the sight of the creamy white spilling down from your ass.
"Took it like such a good lil brat," he's fingering the mess, chuckling as you're jerking, dripping all down and making a mess. "Are you gonna say you can out drink me again?"
‧ ₊❝ satoru just needs one final push (nsfw)
he physically can’t 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 it’s 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 — 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.
“please…,” he whimpers through gritted teeth. it’s 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.
“satoru? are you okay? you sound…out of breath.”
though your words were innocent, to him, your voice was no different from porn.
“haah, yes, i-i’m, fffuck, i’m fine—please, say my name again,” his voice cracks, and so does his poorly-maintained facade of composure.
“what—satoru, what’s going on?” 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.
“shit, again,” 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.
“is this a prank?”
“no! please, just keep going. talk to me, anything you want. tell me about your day? pretend as if it’s a—hngh—a life or death situation.” it might as well have been the way he was desperately clawing at any shreds of you.
“umm, okay…? well, i was at the grocery store just now, and there was this lady who was a complete bitch. she cut the queue, and y’know what she said to me? she said she didn’t see me! i mean, hellooo?? she could’ve just—”
“fuck!” a loud groan interrupts your little rant.
spurts of cum spill onto satoru’s 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.
hiromi lost a case! what does he do? he fucks his secretary, of course. ⭐︎
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 defendant’s . higuruma hiromi had lost his first case.
he's furious— there’s 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. that’s when he looked up at you with pure anger and lust in his eyes.
"over the table, now."
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 (there’s a few other pairs in his drawer from previous activities).
it’s not every day that hiromi fucks you, so you spread yourself on his desk like the pretty meal you are. soon enough, you’re gripping on the ends of his mahogany desk while being stuffed full by his massive dick.
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, hiromi’s reduced you to his little fuck-doll.
“fucking jury…” he mutters, thrusts coordinating with every syllable. “going on about “more evidence needed”… had the damn evidence in front of ‘em.” hiromi delivers a harsh slap to your clit, coaxing a delicious whine from your mouth.
“h-higu!” you moan, eyes rolling to the back of your head. “it’s so much!” your brain can’t think straight right now when hiromi’s thick girth is stretching your tiny pussy wide open. when his cock brushes against your sensitive g-spot, your legs tighten around his waist.
hiromi growls and continues to snap his hips against yours, red tip kissing your cervix with a bump! bump bump! “you take what i give you.” he reprimands and a sudden increase in pace follows. “it’s your job after all, isn’t it?”
“y-yes, sir…!” you squeal when his hand makes contact with your pussy. “hi-higu it’s so much… i think i might—!” it’s 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.
“did my words not make sense to you, honey?” he asks in a pseudo-sweet voice. “is my pretty little secretary too fucked out to understand basic, coherent sentences?” you feel tears welling up in your eyes as you shake your head at his degrading (but sensual) words. “atta girl.”
hiromi lifts your hips up again and continues pounding into your gushing pussy. “be a good girl and let me relieve some anger, honey.” he coos, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. his gentle manner contrasts the sinful sensation he’s making your tight hole go through. the new angle he’s positioning you in allows him to get to both your g-spot and cervix with more ease.
“you know what would make me less angry, sweetheart?” 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. “why, a few months of paternity leave would certainly make me less angry.” oh.
hiromi leans closer to you, mouth against your ear. “think about it, honey— my favorite little secretary and i. and a little baby on the way.” he palms the bulge on your tummy, the imprint of his cock visible for all to see. “paid time off for the both of us— isn’t it perfect, sweetheart?”
your pussy clenches around his girth at the thought of it. hiromi smiles almost wickedly. “perfect girl, i knew you wanted it too.” without any warning, he bottoms out and slams his entire being into you once more, inciting a moan from the both of you.
“bear the paperwork for now, honey. in six months time, we’ll be off work together.”
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 — 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!!
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. You’d excuse yourself to the bathroom with a pair of synchronised footsteps behind you. Without a knock, he’d open the bathroom door and stand in there while you were peeing. He’d unashamedly stare too, as if you were eating food and not taking a piss.
Or you’d drop something off at his apartment after an intense gym session, gym-wear sticking to your skin and cheeks still red. But then, he’d drag you in, push you down onto his bed and push his face in between your thighs. You’d squeal, try and kick at him to move because you knew you hadn’t had a shower yet.
“Come on, doll. Let me love my girlfriend.” Then he’d press his nose into your crotch and deeply inhale.
“Toji!” You scream. “You are such a freak!”
“Ouch, ma. That hurts.”
“Well it’s true.”
You let him eat you out anyway. You can’t say no to those devilish eyes and handsome smirk.
Sadly, you can’t 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 you’ll let him wash your hair even if it’s 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
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, he’d 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 couldn’t 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 wasn’t a showcase of sukuna’s control, not at all. he used your legs like handlebars—leverage. 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 he’d made you finish was lost somewhere in the sea of cum he stuffed you full of.
“god..my fuckin’ back hurts, woman.” he complained, but continued fucking you anyway like he was half asleep. sukuna was certain he’d rubbed your cervix raw, and that when he would inevitably pulled out, the tip of his cock would he filed off. thats how long he’d been inside you.
“well don’t stop now—m’close again..” you whined, rutting your hips back onto his weakly twitching cock. “just let me ride you if you’re so tired.” honestly, you could go forever. the soreness wasn’t enough to kill your libido even a hair. cum dripped out of your syrupy, stretched hole like sap whenever he’d pull out enough to leave some space. it glazed your thighs in a way that didn’t feel wasteful, just pretty.
sukuna panted, his painted nails digging into the plush of your thighs as he held himself up. “it’s not just—fuck—about being tired..” a sharp thrust had you keening. “i don’t have any cum left, wife. you milked me dry, s’all in here.” 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. “i-is that supposed to..mmh..mean something to me?”
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.
“a-again..” 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. “are you shitting me.”
“iif you don’t want to we can stop.” you quickly assured
sukuna scoffed, picking up your thighs again. he always folded so fast. “course i want to. the fuck do you think i am?” 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.
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