Hi, Iâm Antoine (not my real name obvi), and I am 23 (very much real).
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Anyways, I still do not know what to post here, I read all the prompts and fics and stuff and look at moodboards, (still processing tumblr lingo), but yeah ! Hit me up of you wanna be friends :)
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You shouldn't have joked about not wanting your children to have blue eyes.
Your limbs felt like jelly, ass red with marks that resembled a certain man with white hairâs hands, and thighs trembling with squirt and cum dribbling down them. Initially you had tried to complain, on your hands and knees while snarkily replying back to him. Now⊠now you just took his cock, arms limp under you, your face and tits squished against the sofa, lewd loud moans being muffled into the pillow beneath your face that Satoru had so graciously placed.
â... ât-toru..â you mewled with a soft whine.
Satoruâs cock was driving in and out fast of your sloppy pussy with a pace that had you feeling numb from waist down. The wet âplap! plap! plap!â filling the room, as Satoru leaned down, his sweaty muscular chest pressed against your arched back. âYeah? Not complaining now, are you?â He punctuated his words with a hard slap to your ass, making you whimper out into the pillow.
âMâssoryyyyy.. Iâit was jâjust a joke..!â you drawled on your words, before letting out a louder moan into the pillow, when the thick tip of Satoruâs cock hit your cervix.
Satoru leaned back up, his hands braced on either side of your hips, pressed against the soft material of the couch. His gaze darkened a little while he smirked down at you, lips twitching before he patted your ass so sweetly, as if he wasn't currently rearranging your insides. He let out a husky chuckle, âyeah? You say youâre joking now?â. He bit his lip at the sight of you, limp and breathless under him, just taking his cock like it was the only thing you could do. He hesitated, before leaning down over you again.
"Youâre so fucking patheticâŠ" he huffed against your ear, his hot breath fanning against your earlobe. You could feel his soft lips brushing against his hips continuing their relentless thrusts on your dripping cunt. Your pussy clenched and quivered around his thick cock.
â..Iâ.. I hate youâŠâ you moaned shamelessly into the pillow, letting out a small cry of pleasure when he hit your cervix again.
âI know you donât, baby,â he mumbled softly, pressing a surprisingly gentle kiss to your hair. You almost mumbled out an âI love youâ until satoru sped up his hips again, fucking into your pussy with increased speed and lust. His eyes darkening at the sight of your plump ass jiggling, and your moans spilling out, muffled against the pillow as if you couldnât fight it.
âIâll f-fuck a baby into you.. show you just how pretty our children would look with my eyes and yourâfuck... hair..â
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 youâve been eating it up.
âplease.. please cum in me.â 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 didnât bother asking anyways.
âyeah? want me to put a baby in ya?â 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. âguess i got my answer huh?â
he snapped his hips forward, fucking you deeply. ever since the âbite 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.
âfuck..â 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. âfelt good, baby?â
you nodded, feeling absolutely worn out. his cum was too much, but you werenât complaining.
àšà§ â Gojo's hands shake like he's eighteen again, gripping your hips with white knuckled desperation, "Fuck, fuck, fuck-" his vocabulary reduced to caveman like grunts when you're under him like this, years of experience apparently meaning jack shit when your legs wrap around his waist.
He's all stuttering rhythm and graceless hunger, like he forgot how bodies work. One second he's jackhammering into you with supernatural speed, the next he's frozen completely, forehead pressed to your collarbone, panting like he just ran a marathon because your warmth threatens to undo him entirely... "Jesus, youâreâŠ" He breaks off with a choked laugh, hips jerking erratically. "Fuck, been too long since I- shit, do that thing again. With your tongue again, please. Right there."
His demand is adorably needy, punctuated by a sharp, sloppy thrust as you scrape your teeth against the tendon of his neck, just how he likes it~.
Everything about his technique is pure chaos. No finesse, just raw need and that stupid boyish grin even when he's buried deep enough to kiss your cervix with the tip of his dick.
When you arch beneath him, a low moan tearing from your throat, your cunt clamps down hard around his cock. Itâs a vice grip, a sudden, violent spasms that rippled through your entire body⊠Satoruâs eyes go wide, pupils blown. And for a moment, he forgets his name, yours, and any word that isnât an expletive as you completely come undone.
Itâs not just a flutter, not just a wetness, but a gush. Hot, sudden. A flood of your release soaking his entire cock, his balls, the thick thatch of white hair at his base. It rushes out of you in thick, uncontrollable waves, splattering onto his sheets beneath your ass with an audible wet splssh. The sound is obscene. Juices slicking his length, dripping down him, making his thrusts messy- obscenely wet.
"Satoru, I swear to God-" you gasp, but the protest is cut off as he angles his hips sharply, burying himself impossibly deeper.
"Yeah, yeah, less talking, more-"
The new angle hits that spongy spot inside you dead on, hard. A choked cry rips from you, followed instantly by another gush, soaking him further, the sheets beneath you now a dark, soaked circle.
But thereâs something beautiful about how he fucks when he's like this- like he's afraid you'll disappear- like if he doesn't fill you up immediately you'll change your mind. Like he wants to leave a piece of himself with you, so you won't forget him.
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He's pounding into you with harsh precision, each hard swip! Of his balls slapping against your ass filled the room accompanied with your shared gasping and moaning.
Satoru's been insisting on pulling out lately and you hate it. You want him to fill you up and make your insides white not pull out and cum on your stomach.
It made you sad because why wouldn't he want to fill you up? He always came inside of you till... Recently.
Based on how his body was trembling and twitching above you, you knew he was close. You knew his high was creeping up and you had the perfect idea.
You force his eyes to make eye contact with yours as your hands cup his face, cunt fluttering around him at how red his cheeks got. "Y-you close, baby?", he huffs out a "Y-yeah!" and brings his head down to snuggle in your neck. Satorus pace quickens making the bed squeak out with the rhythm; the sheer force of his pace has your body moving up with each plunge his cock slams into you.
Any second now. Your legs wrap around his hips and lock together giving him no room to pull out and cum on your tummy. Perfect.
"'M gonna cum! Lemme pulll ouuuut-!" Satoru whimpers and his body shockwaves against yours as he's trying oh so hard to hold himself back but your legs tighten your hold around his waist, it makes a pool of arousal wave through him. The feeling of you taking some sort of control makes something in him snap as his hips speed up in a messy, sloppy rhythm.
"B-baby-!" Satorus eyes roll back and his muscles tense before letting out a loud wail as his body convulses. His cock fills you riiight up with his thick seed and it wasn't a little amount, no. It was such a big amount that you could feel warmth spurting into your abdomen and leaking out on the sheets bellow.
"Made me cum inside.... Hah....." His Cerulean eyes flicker down to you with a slight smirk, "You fuckin wanted this huh?" Your half lidded eyes meet his and you smile; giving him his answer.
"Fuckin' slut." He grits out before snapping his hips against you in unforgiving speed. You scream out with how sensitive you were still and your hands clench at his shoulders each time his mushroomed tip kissed your womb. It wasn't even funny at how your tummy bulged each time he thrusted himself deeper.
Your legs were jumping and twitching around him, "S-sllooowww-! Angh-! D-doowhn-! O-oh-!" You're cut off with a specific thrust that echoes in the room as he stops and grinds against you.
"What huh? Now its too much?" He coos and you dumbly nodd your head making a wicked smile tug his lips. "Too bad, We'll be here for a while."
"Wha-" You can't even get a word out before you're flipped over and he's resumed his rhythm, fucking into you like its the last time he'll ever be inside of you.
Yeah. It was going to be a very long night.
A/n- hey guys I'm still alive I promise!! I'm trying to post as much as I can đ im still finishing up my Toji fic so take this drabble I can offer.... I hope it's okay and you have a lovely day lovelies <33
ê° mdni Ë you ate gojo's last pudding ; now you have to make it up to him â§Ë đŠŻ
đź ৠâ§â gojo's annoyed at you... you can tell. maybe you deserve it... you did eat the last pudding of his but you had a craving and you didn't want to have to leave the house but now he's sulking and doing his best to stay annoyed with you.
it's the longest he's gone without breaking, a full hour having gone by where he's pretending you don't exist. grumpily watching the tv while you sit close by and feel guilty. not that guilty though, not guilty enough to apologise more than once.
he eats your treats all the time and you don't say anything about it, though to be fair to him he does replace what he eats... for the most part.
you donât like when heâs cranky, youâre not great at sitting idly by when you know youâve upset someone. lucky for you, you have a fool proof plan to distract him into forgiving you.
"satoru," calling to him softly.
he doesn't look at you and you shuffle in closer, still he doesn't turn to you. not until he sees the movement out the corner of his eye. you've lifted your shirt to flash him, tits on full display as a peace offering.
"is this your way of trying to make it up to me?" he asks like he's unimpressed but he's staring without shame.
your head tilts at him, "is it working?"
"no." he's still staring. he's also moved in a little closer.
"then i guess not," you shrug, going to pull your top back down.
"wait, wait," holding up a hand to stop you, "give it a little longer and it might."
"no," sighing, "you're right, there's just no making it up to you. i shouldn't have eaten the last pudding."
gojo's officially not listening, hands on your tits and groping at you. face coming down to nuzzle between them, leaving soft pecks and small licks to your skin. "uh huh," he hums offhandedly.
going to say something and cut off by a moan, his finger and thumb playing with your nipple. fondling you happily, trailing his mouth to the peak of your breast and taking your nipple in. tongue flicking against the sensitive bud to make you twitch. he's enjoying himself immensely.
you thread your fingers into his hair and pull him back, "do you forgive me?"
he leans his head against your sternum, smiling up at you, "tell you what," he grins wider, mischievous, "if you let me eat you, i'll think about accepting your apology."
àšà§ Sex ban on your husband, Satoru, has him more desperate than ever [18+]
âAaahâ please, baby, let meâââšâNo.â
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 didnât want to wake him before you left. How were you supposed to know how pent up youâd be leaving him?
It was 4 PM, and you were still out. Poor Satoru just couldnât 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 youâd be around your friends when you opened it? With the volume dialed all the way up too, although that oneâs on you.
âYou didnât think to give me a heads up first?!â 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 werenât 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 justâŠ.
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 wasnât intentional. Like you werenât trying to rile him up. Youâd pull your foot away every few seconds, pretending to be more focused on your phone than you were on him.
Youâd 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 didnât want to spook you by acting too fast. Heâd thrust up ever so carefully against your touch. When youâd graze your foot against his tip, heâd lean into it.
More.
And more.
And more.
Youâd grown less careful yourself, not caring about subtlety.
âBaby⊠can I?â 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.
âMpphffâ I love you. Fuucckââ he groans as he reaches his high, his pace growing faster and unsteady till eventually a wet spot forms in his sweatpants.
âThank you.â he lets out a breathy sigh.
âThat desperate, huh?â You try to look unaffected, as if your panties werenât soaking from that little show Satoru put on. Like your pussy wasnât aching with regret that you let him cum in those pants of his instead of cumming in you.
âYeah. I missed you.â
Yeah, youâre a weak woman.
âOkay, youâre forgiven.â
He cocks his eyebrow up and gives you that infamous grin.
âReally? Just like that?â His voice teases.
âTake your pants off, Toru.â
âAnything for my wife.â
a/n: hereâs 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 hotđ„Č I enjoy desperate men.
warnings: piv, unprotected sex, manhandling, creampie, overstim (?), degradation ( a little bit), size kink, lightly name calling.
it's always been there, the way he likes the way his shirts drown your frame when you steal them, or how he scoops you up like you're weightless â because you are, well compared to him atleast â carrying you around with those massive arms.Â
he loves it all. reaching high shelves for you or wrapping you in his bulk during movie nights.Â
but it's the bedroom where that size gap reallly hits him, turning something protective into pure, raw hunger.
tonight, he's got you sprawled out on the sheets, your small body looking even more delicate under his looming shadow. he positions you just right, one of your legs hooked over his broad shoulder, opening you up wide. his cock, thick and heavy, presses against your entrance, already making your pussy clench in anticipation.
he pushes in real slow, just to watch the way your face twists as your tight walls part around his girth. â'fuck, you're so small.'â he mutters, voice gravelly, eyes locked on where you're joined. inch by inch, he fills you, your body straining to take him, pussy fluttering wildly. you gasp, hands scrabbling at his chest. âshitââs too big!â
but he doesn't stop. can't stop. his hips roll forward until he's buried deep. he groans, one huge hand sliding to your stomach, pressing down to feel himself inside you. â'feel that? that's all me, splitting this little pussy open.â' the pressure makes you whine, tears welling up in our eyes even as you get all dazy and squirmy.
he starts thrusting then, rough snaps of his hips that jolt your whole body, his frame covering yours entirely. you're pinned, caged in by his weight, legs trembling as they try to close but can't with his grip holding you splayed. â'shh, you can handle it'â he grunts, fingers bruising your thigh. â'look at you, taking my fat cock like a good girl. so fuckinâ tight.'â
your cries fill the room, body quaking under the relentless pace, pussy gushing around him, coating his length in your slick. he watches it allâhow your tits bounce, how his veiny shaft disappears into your puffy folds, stretching you to your limits. it drives him wild, that contrast, your fragile form stuffed full, juices leaking down to your ass as he pounds even harder.
his other hand wraps around your waist, spanning it easily, thumbs nearly touching at your spine. ââgonna breed this tiny holeâ' he growls, thrusts turning sloppy as your walls clamp down, pulling him deeper. you canât even say anything, too cock-drunk and out of it to even think of anything but his cock.
when you finally shatter, orgasm ripping through you, your pussy milks him desperately, and he follows with a low groan, flooding you with thick ropes of cum until it spills out. he stays there, panting, admiring the mess, your body limp and twitching beneath his massive one. he reaches out, brushing your hair out of your face with one hand, a smug and proud â feral â grin on his face.Â
âbred my pretty lilâ dolly, eh?âÂ
you canât even retort. all you manage out is a whine and he laughs, all satisfied and cocky.
cw: FLUFF, SMUT... somnophilia? ish? (wakes u up by eating u out hehe)
Mechanic!Toji who saved up for a year to be able to propose to you. Just a simple diamond band but it made your heart almost beat out of your chest the moment you saw your big burly man kneeling in front of you with a small velvet box⊠rough hand trembling while trying not to mess up the small speech he had made for you.
Of course you said yes.
Mechanic!Toji who cried on your wedding day.
Okay not cry cry but he did shed a tear or two after seeing you in a white dress, in the humble little wedding ceremony with close family and friends, walking down that isle in the church with that pretty face of yours... it was enough for him to get emotional.
Mechanic!Toji who you bought a little house with, in a small town, just perfect for the two of you. And a dog.
Mechanic!Toji who moved up in his job, becoming one of the managers and bringing in more money- enough to have you be a stay at home wife.
He liked it better this way anyways, knowing that you were right where he left you in the morning after kisses and breakfast.
Mechanic!Toji who you made lunch for in the mornings.
Cooking a whole meal and preparing it all in a cute metal lunch box-
It was decorated with pink stickers and drawn on hearts, even the thermos with his coffee you covered in those sparkly things.
Mechanic!Toji who looked forward to sitting down with the boys at the table in the break room and eat together.
Each had their own partners, showing the sandwiches and packs of chips their lovers sent them off to work with.
But nobody could top Toji's.
Mechanic!Toji who proudly pulled out the pink box, getting laughs from the men around him, but he just grinned, leaning back and reading your daily note.
"Work hard, handsome. <3"
or
"This needy pussy is waiting for you to get home <3"
All depended on how sweet he had been to you after waking up.
Mechanic!Toji who loved to wake you up with a little surprise.
Diving underneath the bedsheets and positioning himself between your thighs, hands gently spreading your legs so he could lean down and nose at your clothed clit.
Once he heard you let out a small whimper or two he pulled the fabric to the side and dove riiight in for a taste, the still a bit sleepy muscle gliding between your folds, scarred lips wrapping around the little puffy bud.
And then you'd wake up, thighs squeezing around his face and hands tugging at his bedhead.
He got the best damn pancakes and pasta made after this.
Mechanic!Toji who wishes he could be there when you sent him naughty pictures.
He was underneath a car, arms and white wife beater covered in grease- but he heard his phone ding.
Nobody texted him besides you.
And he knew you only messaged him for two things.
To ask about what to make for dinner.
Or tits.
Oh how Mechanic!Toji loved your tits. Ass was his favourite though..
Mechanic!Toji who managed to wipe his hands in his cargo pants and fish out his phone from the back pocket.
What a lovely surpise.
You, his beautiful wife sending him a picture of you.
Only clad in an apron.
A pic of you from the side- the angle showing your bare skin, the black fabric tied around your middle and covering the front of you did nothing to hide how your boob was spilling out from the side. Or how your cheek was being spread with your other hand and-
Mechanic!Toji was in a trance, cock hard and aching from the sight.
He only snapped out of it when one of his coworkers called to ask if he was good under the car.
Mechanic!Toji who rushed to finish up whatever he was doing, taking a "smoke" break to go into his little office on the farther side of the shop- and locking the door.
Mechanic!Toji who sent you a shameless video of him fisting his cock, arms still messy with oil and grease from working, weepy tip in frame- the girthy, fat thing looked like it was being squeezed to death by how desperately Toji was trying to get himself off to the thought of that image.
"Shit... baby, need you so bad.... you're such a tease."
The veins on the side pulsed, his shaky breath being recorded by the microphone.
The wedding ring on his finger glistening.
Mechanic!Toji who was quicker than ever to get home, leaving the closing work to someone else today.
If you would see how fast his truck was zooming home, you'd give him a stern talking to about safety.
Mechanic!Toji who opened the door with a heavy grunt, the dog barking and trying to cuddle up to his legs, just happy to see Toji home.
But the muscular man had business to attend to.
You knew what you were doing, standing in the kitchen and stirring a pot with soup inside-
Just as clothed as in the picture you sent him.
If you got bent over the counter and rough hands all over you, a smack on the ass... or five and an impatient husband trying to stuff your cunt to the brim with his cum?
You had zero complaints.
Yoon's notes: just a look into my sick and twisted mind....heh
àšà§ â "Keep holding onto that stupid stuffed animal," Sukuna snarls, forcing your thighs wider with no regard for your trembling muscles. The seam of his pants grinds into your swollen clit as he aligns himself, fully clothed while you're left bare, undone beneath him. He flashes you a grin, "I want you to ruin it- drown it in your tears while i remind you what this pretty body was made for."
Your grip tightens on the Hello Kitty plush, nails biting into it's cotton face as your wet lashes blink up at him. His cock slips back into your cunt, stretching you around the previous load he'd already left inside.
"m'too full," You whimper, "gonna- gon' burst- please-"
"Shut up." he growls, teeth grazing your jaw. His thrusts start sharp- hard enough to make your breasts jiggle with each smack of his hips. His pace is unrelenting- like he's trying to beat his cum deeper into you with each snap forward. You feel a little bit of it spill out each time he pulls out, only to have it squish back in alongside more, "You're pathetic, but fuck-" Sukuna's teeth sink into the tender spot below your ear, "this pussy makes up for everything.
Your sobs fill the room, swallowed by the now damp plush clutched to your face, your teeth digging into its worn material as the tip of his cock beats into your cervix- "s'ho full- s'too big! nngh-!" you hiccup, your belly slightly bulging where the fat head of his cock attempts to stretch your womb.
"Fuck... I can see it again" he croons, pressing a thumb to the slight swell of your belly, "almost feel bad for the next poor bastard-" Sukuna laughs lowly, "he won't be able to fill you half as good."
There won't be a next guy. He'd fucking make sure of it- not when you looked so perfect, so needy with him, crying his name in your sweet little voice. But you don't need to know that. Don't need to know he'll be keeping an eye out, waiting for some other schmuck to get handsy and let his guard down long enough for Sukuna to slip a hand around his neck and drag him to the nearest dark alley... or an abandoned building. Whichever is closest at the time.
The fairy lights above cast a soft glow over your writhing form as he uses you roughly, degrading words falling from his lips between harsh grunts. Your glossed lips part around desperate moans as he hits that spongey spot deep within you- the one that has you squeezing tighter around his dick.
"Thatâs it- squeeze me," he grunts, one hand yanking your hair until your throat arches, the other locking around your waist as he dips his head low, tongue sliding across your tear damp cheek. "Look at you, mascara running down your face, lip gloss smeared everywhere," he taunts, yanking your head to force eye contact. "Such a pretty little mess-" his pretty little mess... "Bet you can't even count how many times I've filled this greedy cunt today."
You shake your head pitifully, proving him right as hot tears streak your flushed face, dampening the plush toy more. Every roll of his cock inside you wrings out another ragged cry until speech is impossible- just broken pleas.
Sukuna chuckles, the sound almost affectionate if not for the cruelty glinting in his red eyes, "That's right, numbers are too hard for that empty head," he mocks, "just focus on taking my cock like a good little bimbo. It's all you're good for anyway." Its not... And he hates that- how you managed to worm your way under his skin and make him want more. Want you. Forever.
He pulls out with a groan, watching the thick string of his cum connect the two of you- watching the way your pussy struggles to keep his prior loads in. His hand strokes his length, squeezing and twisting along the fat vein that runs along the underside before smearing the head of his cock through your folds, pressing at your entrance.
A moan escapes him at the sight of his cockhead stretching your abused hole- he looks down at you, gaze hooded, "How many more do you think it will take? Before I fuck you pregnant."
Well shit⊠where the hell did that come from? His eyes widen a fraction- caught off guard by his own admission. His jaw ticks as he stares at you, silently willing you to speak. To say something, anything, instead of looking at him with those wide, glassy eyes.
Your fingers flex around the plush, a soft noise escaping your throat, and Sukuna wonders if you even heard him.
You did.
But it didn't sound right- no. He couldn't mean it- guys like him donât actually want girls like you, much less knock them up. Right?
So then why is he looking at you like that? Like he's daring you to call him on his bluff.
You open your mouth- wanting to say something, but nothing comes out⊠instead you lie there trembling, still clutching the tear stained Hello Kitty plushie when something unexpected happens.
Sukuna's rough hand comes up to cup your face, thumb brushing away some of your smeared makeup with surprising gentleness. "Stupid woman," he grumblesâŠ
You blink up at him in confusion through clumped lashes, your lip gloss stained mouth parting in surprise when he actually leans down to press a kiss to your forehead. "Don't get the wrong idea," he growls, but his fingers are threading through your tangled hair almost soothingly. "Itâs just a kink of mine."
Six months later, you're standing in the ice cream aisle, one hand on your rounded belly as you debate between chocolate chip cookie dough and strawberry ice cream⊠Sukuna stands beside you, arms crossed, looking thoroughly bored by your indecision, like always.
You're about to reach for the strawberry when you notice him toss something into the cart behind you. Turning around, you blink in surprise at the soft pink Hello Kitty plushie now sitting among your groceries.
"Sukuna?" you ask, confusion clear in your voice as you look up at him. You thought he hated this sort of stuff- he'd certainly made enough comments about your "ridiculous obsession" over the months.
He catches your stare and tsk's in annoyance, a faint flush creeping up his neck, "What? I saw you staring at the ugly thing when we passed the toy section," he grumbles, shoving his hands deeper into his pockets⊠"Figured you wanted it for the nursery or whatever."
Your heart does a little flip, but before you can say anything sweet, he continues with a scowl, "This brat better have better taste than you," he mutters, but his hand comes to rest protectively on your lower back- guiding you toward the checkout, "Now come on, let's get home."
"It wasn't supposed to mean anything..."
"...It doesn't have to."
pairing: trainer!gojo x fem!reader
synopsis: in which he corrects more than your form. . .
warnings: explic!t content, minors and ageless dni, fluff, a lil angst, smut smut smut, gym setting, satoru is kinda mean, sweaty sex, tension, manhandling, cunningulus, satoru carries u like a freak, p in v, risky sex
w/c: 2.1k
a/n: my entry in @sugusplaything 's 1k event! ( > 㰠< )⥠ALY IS SO REAL FOR THIS IDEA kkkk~ congrats on 1k bb~! everyone go show Aly some luv~!
Itâs a good thing Satoruâs apartment complex gym was almost empty. The way he was shouting at you would have surely gotten security called on you any other time.
âUp, up, up!!â
âI canât!â
âYou can!â Satoru clapped his hands next to your ear, too fucking loudlyâŠ
âIââfuckâŠ!â
**THUNK**
The bar and all 125lbs on its ends clattered onto the rubber floor at your feet. You groaned out in frustration. You were an hour into this session, tucked in the free weights corner, starting to go stir-crazy with this low-grade terrorist breathing down your neckâŠ
âYou had itâŠâ Satoru whined.
âI didnâtâŠâ you panted out, âThis is too hardâŠâ
âBecause youâre not hinging at the hip like I told you.â
âI was hinging at the hip! I told you that this was too much weight for meâŠâ
âYou can do double this on the leg press.â
âThatâs different.â
Satoru huffed. âWith that attitude, you wonât improve.â
âNot everyone can be the strongest in the gym like you, beefcake.â
âFirst of all, Iâm not classified as a beefcake, sweetheart. I have whatâs known as a sleeper-build. Model physique at first glance. Easily hidden under fits like this,â he playfully tugged at the strings of his grey sweatpants. âPeople only know Iâm the strongest after I clear their PR.â
You rolled your eyes. âIâm not paying you to gloat.â
âYouâre not paying me at all. Youâre a friend of a friend and Iâm doinâ you a favor.â
âUgh⊠Some favor⊠You want âdeath by deadliftâ on my tombstoneâŠâ you muttered under your breath, legs trembling as you left the bar to grab your water.
âGo spend $700 at Equinox if you want someone to kiss your ass instead of help you build it up,â Satoru rebutted, entirely too seriously.
âYouâre a pain in the ass.â
âIâm trying to be. Better your ass than your quadsâwhich is where the pain will be tomorrow if you donât fix that form.â
âWhy donât you fix it for me?â you jeered.
ââŠIf I get hands on, youâre going to failure.â
âŠ
Again, in response to your joke, Satoru was too serious.
It took you locking eyes with his icy blues to register that his tone was intentional.
Your nerves manifested themselves as sweat on your brow. More sweat than that last brutal set induced. ââŠIâve never gone to failure before.â
Satoruâs heart tugged at the fear in your voice.
You were still a little cardio bunnyâŠ
âJust this once,â he said softly, âI want you to see that you can do it.â
ââŠIf I go to failureâŠwhat happens?â
âYour legs will give out. But youâll be fine. You just canât lift heavy again for a day or two.â
You shifted back and forth in your Converse. Still hesitant.
âCâmon, indulge me,â Satoru pleaded. âI canât let you ruin my rep as a trainer. All my lilâ lifters are success stories. You wonât be breaking my streak.â
He was lucky you werenât a quitter.
âŠ
When he said hands onâhe wasn't kidding.
Satoru stood behind you and guided you through the proper hinge motion with a lower weight, being somewhat discreet as he pressed his hips into yours at the crucial momentsâŠ
He added more weight, then kicked your feet into a more efficient position to accommodate for the flare of your hips.
Then he positioned your hands on the bar, just rightâŠ
âOne, two, three,â Satoruâs voice was steady in your ear.
Andâââ!
You lifted it!
ââAnd your legsâŠreally did give out.
âWhoa!â
âŠ
Satoru was right behind you, and he caught the bar on either side of your hands, helping you lower it safely. Before you fell over, he caught you, helping you stand proudly at full height, praising you, âSee! I knew youâd get it~!â
âSatoru, that was crazy⊠HowâŠâ
âIâm a good sensei.â
âYouâŠâ You shifted in his hold, eyes darting all over his smug face.
He leaned in, already well aware of what you wanted, âWhat~?â
âIâââ
Words failed you.
But your lips still rememberedâŠ
You were gentle. He was not.
He had been waiting too long.
âI knew it,â he broke the kiss, âI knew you were only mean because you still want me,â Satoru grinned, holding your head in his hands, tearing apart your resolve with just his eyesâŠ
âYou were mean to me firstâŠâ
âThat was business. You want pleasure instead?â
!
Yeah. You remembered. You remembered this whole time. He couldnât resist anymore. The look he gave you was hardly fair⊠Should be reserved for the square footage of a bedroomâŠ
You hesitated, "Satoru, it was one drunk night... It wasnât supposed to mean anything."
"It doesnât have to."
â!
âIs this a habit of yours? Seducing your trainees?â
âNah⊠Youâre the first to make me crack.â
He gripped at your ass and thighs, pulling you up into him and on your toesâŠ
âYou feel that? Feel this hard work?â
His words were two-faced, one side referencing your glute throbbing under his touch, and the other sideâŠhis stiff cock pressing into your stomach through his hoodieâŠ
âYou did such a good jobâŠâ
âSatouruâŠpleaseâŠâ
Satoru heard the desperation return to your voice, and had to think. He had never hooked up with anyone in his apartment gym beforeâŠ
âŠ
Just this once wouldn't hurt.
âListen to me,â he lowly murmured on your lips, âWeâre both gonna go wash our handsâŠget these gym germs off⊠Thenâif youâre seriousâmeet me in the studio roomâŠfor some cardio.â
âŠ
You nodded and on wobbly legs, went to the ladies locker room, heart already fucking racingâŠ
As you washed your hands, you bashfully read a sign that detailed all of the things not allowed in the apartment gym:
No needles or steroids.
No fighting or aggressive behavior.
No nudity beyond the locker room.
âŠ
No sexual conduct.
âŠ
Fixing your hair was a deeply unserious task. You knew it was about to be ruined, but you primped anyway, wanting to at least appear like you were prepared for thisâŠ
âŠ
You arrived at the studio room. The lights were off⊠But you could hear Satoruâs faint grunting. As you got closer, you saw him near the studioâs mirror wall with his shirt off. It was under his hand on the floor, and he was doing pushups on it⊠One-handed...
âŠ
You smirked. âYou want to warm up to fuck me?â
âDon't question my methods⊠Come sit and count for me. Iâm on 70.â He held that plank, offering the rippling expanse of his shoulders as a throne for you.
!
âY-you want me to sit on y-â
âYes, yes, sweetheart, on me,â he laughed, âHurry up. My dick keeps poking the floor through my pants, waitinâ on yaââŠâ
You laugh, taking off your shoesâŠsitting prettyâŠ
And Satoru adjusted his hands into a diamond, dipping and rising as you countedâŠ
Working up a little sweat, nowâŠ
Making you giggle nervously in between each numberâŠ
He didnât have a number in mind, he was just playing with your weight and getting a little pump in. Waiting until he could feel that wet pussy soaking through your leggings and onto his backâŠ
It only took 30 more.
âŠ
â100, solid.â He pushed up to a halt. âGet up and take those leggings offâŠâ
âAll the way?â you slid off of him, flushing at the damp spot you left between his shoulder blades⊠âSatoru⊠Weâll get caughtâŠâ
âCameraâs covered,â he got up and nodded to the camera in the corner above the door. A gym towel was draped over it. âYou want me to take âem off for yaâ?â He got close to you before you could answer. Kneeling down and hooking his fingers into the stretchy waistband, swiftly yanking them down over your hips and ass, making you yelp.
âMmmmmfffuck... Missed youâŠâ Satoru mumbled against your lower stomach, hiking one thigh onto his shoulders and promptly kissing your labia. He parted them gently with his tongue, then latched onto your clit, making you fold over him right away~!
Your sighs of delight bounced off the echoey surfaces in the studio, and Satoruâs grip on you was iron-clad.
He hooked your other thigh up, braced your lower back with his palms and pickedâyouâup~!
UpâŠ
Up higherâŠ
The cold mirror sent a chill through your back as Satoru held you up against it. You panicked, slapping your tacky hands against the mirror, and then anchoring them in his hair.
âSatoru~u~!â you panted, brow furrowing as your watch buzzed at you with a heart rate alert⊠âDonât drop me!â
âStop worrying and cum on my tongue,â he grunted, squeezing his fingers into your hips to remind you of how strong he wasâŠ
You really werenât going anywhere. Satoru had you glued to this mirror, looking into your pussy with more admiration for her than his own reflectionâŠ
His tongue swirled deeply inside of your crevice, then back out again to flatten and rub on your clit⊠Harder⊠Rubbing his nose in it~!
âOhâfuck~! Yeah~!â
Satoru lapped up every bit of your cream as you came for him. He inhaled deeply, your sweat and pheromones hitting him like a dry scoop of creatineâŠ
You were half whimpering from the pleasure, and half from the fear of being up so highâŠ
Just as you caught your breath, blinking your eyes open, Satoru pulled away from the apex of your thighsâand dropped you.
âŠâŠ..!
You yelped~!
Hands under your ass, he caught you, chuckling at how he managed to scare you. Then he caged you against the mirror again, this time, pinning you with his hips. His cock was stiff, poking around at your thighs and abdomenâŠ
Still dealing with that pit in your stomach, you hooked your legs around him, fearful of hitting the hard studio floor.
âIâm not gonna drop yaâ,â Satoru dipped down to kiss your lips, focusing your attention back on him. âYouâre barely a warm-up weight for me, sweetheart.â
You licked your lip, cheeks still warmed with the ecstasy his tongue gave you. You shifted in his hold, eyes taking in Satoruâs sweaty, flexing arms secured around you⊠You could see his blood pumping in his veinsâŠ
He smelled so goodâsandalwood, sweat, sexâŠ
âAnd those pushups made my traps the perfect handles for you,â Satoru broke you from your ogling, âYouâre welcome, grab on.â
You should have listened sooner⊠âFuck! Satoru~u~u!!â
Your hands eventually did find those handles of his, and you held on for dear life as he lined himself up, and slid you onto him, setting an agile pace. He held you up, fucking into you against that mirror with the discipline only a real lifter could haveâŠ
He never let you fall. Not even a slip.
He pounded you heavy, making sure to hit that tight spot you had trouble with loosening⊠Kissed your face, your neck, your tits⊠Made you cum twoâŠthree more times, praising your flexibility and enduranceâŠmaking you cry out his nameâŠmaking you dig your nails in deeperâŠ
Satoru was in too deep, looking at this beautiful thing taking his cock in three different angles with the studio mirrorsâŠ
You looked good together. He always knew it, but seeing it in his happy place made it that much better.
Wasnât too long before he was pulling out, splattering the mirror below you with white. The sounds of his heavy release made you laugh. That was a close one⊠âIf I knew you were this horny, we could have skipped the gymâŠâ
âNo,â he panted out into your mouth, âI wanted to help you,â
âOh, you helped me, alrightâŠâ you caught your breath, pushing your hair out of your face and giving him one more sweet kiss.
He guided you down, settling you to lean against the mirror while he crouched to get your leggings over your feet.
âI can help you whenever you want, by the way. You donât need a reason,â Satoru said, kissing your thigh as he pulled your garment up, âJust ask me.â
You ruffled his hair, sighing, âHelp me clean up the mirror, then take me to your shower⊠We made such a messâŠâ
He smiled confidently, cheeks rosyâŠexcited for more with you... âWeâre gonna make a mess in the shower, too. Anywhere you come with me will be left a mess. Get used to it, babe.â
âa-aahh.. donât we need to get back to like⊠studying soon?..â
the both of you were in satorus dorm room, sitting on his messy bed covered with textbooks and highlighters. the both of you didnât even remember how you got into this position, but you two didnât mind. your mouth was barely around satorus head, and he was already losing it.
âafter im done with my test.. yes.â satoru stared at you, confused. âwhat test-â
you slam his length into your mouth, his cock engulfed in the wet heat inside. satorus hips bucked involuntarily as he tried to bit back his whimpers and moans.
ânngh⊠fuckkk, im not gonna last.â satoru threw his head back as he mouth flew open. he didnât even try to hide his moans as much anymore, there was no point to it.
you bobbled your head as your checks hollowed, looking up at satorus lewd expression through your eyelashes. satoru took off his black glasses, setting them beside him as he laid his hand gently on your hair.
âfuckinâ christ im.. uh.. im cumming! ssshit.. im sorry-â its almost like every slurping sound you were making, and every sexy sound that spilled from his blush lips stopped. satorus vision blackened, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head as his orgasm crashed upon him. thick, white liquid shot out of his slit into your mouth.
âwell,â you swallow every bit of his fluid, wiping the remaining off your lips with the back of your hand. âguess i passed my test, huh nerdy boy?
satoru grabbed his glasses and put them on as stared at you with an awkward smile that showcased his light blue rubber braces as he scratched the back of his head, a blush painted on his pale skin.
âi still donât know really know what you mean by that.. but i guess so.â he pulled his pants back up to his waist as he put himself back together.
higuruma hiromi hasnât been stressed in a suspicious minute. heâs been more calm, poised, and factual as of recently. he seems⊠visually happier.
heâs applied for six months worth of paid leave alreadyâ thatâs almost two hundred days heâs been racking up. some firm members speculate a getaway trip. others are betting that heâs being wed.
nobody truly knows why heâs planning on being absent for six months, but you certainly do. the reason being the little fury growing in your belly.
hiromi has made it his personal duty to discreetly accommodate your every needâ including your heightened sex-drive. your libido has increased dramatically, resulting in you pawing at hiromiâs body every other hour because you want him to stuff you full with his cock.
thatâs why youâre nestled in his lap, pussy wrapped neatly around his hard-on. your skirt is bunched around your hips, button-up top slightly undone, and belly bump creating a slight gap between your bodies. hiromi feels you squirm uneasily against his body and he squeezes your thigh in reassurance.
âstay still, sweetheart.â he whispers, hand moving up to stroke your back while he fills out documents. âyou donât want me to mess up and lose another case, right?â hiromiâs thankful you canât see his face right now. gritted teeth, temples pulsing, and eyes narrowing in an attempt to stay focused.
ân-no, sirââ you breathe shakily. your headâs tucked in the crook of his neck to avoid the embarrassment of your overly needy body. âi just want you to m-moveâŠâ
your body aches for action from hiromiâs cock. itâs simply shoved in your needy cunt, veins firm against your g-spot.
hiromi sighs and continues to draw mindless patterns on your much smaller frame. âbut what about our little baby, honey?â he knows how to push you buttonsâ you canât bear hurting such an innocent little thing. âyou donât want to hurt them, do you?â
âwonât hurt them⊠just be gentleââ you muster weakly. you let out a small gasp when hiromi delivers a small flick to your perky clit. âhiguuu, pleaseâ iâll die without your cock..!â that does it.
hiromi drops his pen and makes you face him. thereâs a ravenous look across his face, a product of all his built-up lust. heâs careful of the little bump when he splays his hand across your tummy. you hold onto his shoulders when he slightly lifts you and slams you down mercilessly on his cock.
youâre bouncing up and down his dick, faint breaths of ah! ah! ah! leaving your lips. "hiromiiii...!" you moan into the spacious office room. the sinful sounds of skin against skin accompany your sweet sounds, something hiromi delights in.
god, you're the most perfect little thing.
needy, pliant, obedient, and carrying his baby. hiromi halts his actions and runs his thumb against your protruding stomach. you let out a needy whine which causes his cock to twitch against your tight, warm walls.
"tell the little one to buckle up." hiromi says, grounding your hips on his lap.
"mommy and daddy are a little... restless right now."
inexperienced!simon can't last any time in general, even more so when you ride him in reverse. all it takes is a few peeks at how fucking wide he's stretching you before his eyes are rolling and he's gasping for breath.
"b-babyâoh, fuck," he whines, arching with a puffed chest to stuff himself all the way inside you to finish for a second time. simon watches the way he's splitting you open without shame, completely mesmerized. eyes hooded, his lips pout to babble out in a deep tone of fascination. "s'like a... fuckin' faucet."
you just look so full. all creamed up thanks to the cum that feels like it won't ever stop pumping and filled out with his cock. ass smushing back into him with wet plaps that he likes more than he knows he should
revese riding, you called it between kisses. yeah, si likes this one. enjoys seeing your bum up close like this and how deep his cock can reach when you're bouncing. he does misses your face, though. plus, there's nothing to snog on when he comes.
can just imagine simon looking at these fuckin chairs
nah, not those rocky squeaky ones (wellâŠhe has them back at his flat and his back is crying out)
but these ones
herman miller chairs. enough cushion to feel like ur ass is sitting on heaven itself. range from a few hundred to thousand.
âlovie. please.â he texted you.
âyou are NOT spending 300 adult money on a bloody chair. bad boyâ You scolded. if he had dog ears theyâd flop downward.
âanswer me. where are u. is johnny with you??â
simon was a bad boy indeed. because he was still standing in the store eyeing all the fancy chairs with his hands splayed wide open at his sides. eyes wide like saucers.
the idea of comfort to him never existed till now.
âmate, sheâll kill youâ Johnny wheezed from beside him.
ânah, she canât kill me if sheâs too busy sittin her ass down on itâ
âright. she wonât kill ye, but sheâll kill me for drivin yeâ
cue simon bringing home the comfiest chair known to man and him sitting on it, you in his lap ruining him with your grinds.
âfuckinâdidnât want me to get the chair, mm? least my backs not fuckin killin me while you rub up on me. geez, lovie slow downââ
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