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‘ toji fushiguro, kento nanami, sukuna x fem!reader ’

⌞ PG-18 ⌝ mild dub con ( reader gets aroused and never says no ) you better judge yourself◞ gangbang taking turns◞ inappropriate touching◞ no curses au◞ office sex ◞ stuck in a wall◞ cunilingus◞ anal fingering ◞ spit as lube◞ oral male receiving◞ creampie◞ unprotected sex ◞ cum swallow◞ reader is called dummy, princess and slut.

“c’mon pretty, I know you can get it” ever since you arrived at the company, Toji hasn’t lost a single chance to tease you, making his approach seem friendly when in reality, he just wanted to fuck you raw.

“i’m trying!” you huff in return, embarrassed by the current position that you find yourself in, stretching your hands to reach for the documents folder that fell behind large rack, and you, being the only girl working after hours was the perfect fit to help the man retreat such important material, “i can’t reach it!”

fushiguho

✮⋆˙ Chat please hear me out… what about Suguru Getou talking to you nice while greedily sucking on your toes, fucking you with all of his weight *gulps nervously*

He’d ask you to hold your knees to your chest in a sweet, drunken babble, your feet dangling on either side of his face, pretty toes deeply furled. With a half-lidded gaze, Suguru watches as your cunt swallows his cock to the base over and over and over. That deep, sloppy hole sucking him in entirely, drooling allll the way down to the swollen fat of his balls.

“Yesss, fuck you are so pretty… that cunt is sooo fuckin’ pretty, so perfect and wet and pretty for my cock.” Mindlessly, he pushes your legs up further, burly fingers digging into the plush underside of your thighs. His head is falling to the side deliriously, sable brows furrowing as a deep, guttural groan spills past his lips. “I need moreee, baby.”

As you pull your knees closer to your chest, determined to give him more, one of your dangling feet brushes against his cheek, enticing him. Suguru groans, not a second thought passing as he grabs ahold of your swaying foot, his large hand wrapping around your ankle. Kiss after openmouthed kiss is left in his wake, peppering your foot in a warm, sloppy mess.

Suguru’s breath is hot against the heel of your foot. Every short, erratic huff of air that escapes his parted lips creeps between your separating toes. He posses half the brain to stop the way his tongue is whorishly lolling out of his mouth, wrapping so desperately around your big toe, his thrusts evermore steady, bruising. A pretty, incredulous gasp drags from your gaped mouth and his cock swells.

“I c… can’t help it, okay?” He slurs between slow, languid thrusts, his warm saliva spilling between your pretty toes before messily dribbling down your ankles. “I swear to god I can’t help myself. You’re suuuch a pretty girl… I just want all of you — all of this body.” Two more of your digits are slipping into his mouth and he moans. “I don’t care, I need it… I need all of you.”

“Sug!” You whine, hips bucking in desperate attempts to meet his thrusts halfway. “Fuuuck, you’re so n-nasty.”

“I am.” It’s merely a breath against your skin as he ruts his cock into you. “You love it.”

DUHHH.

berrytracy

Your back was arched like a cat, your chest pressed against the door, your pretty and expensive dress was pulled up and your panties discarded.

His big hand was covering your mouth, preventing you from moaning while he pounds his cock inside of your pussy, his other hand grabbing your waist with such force that it made you let out a pained whine against his hand.

Your cunt was drooling and a puddle slowly grew on the floor.

Both of you were in the bathroom because he couldn't wait till get home after your pathetic teasing in front of his friends at the restaurant. It wasn't even necessary to prepare you for his massive cock, you were already soaking the chair while just staring at him, your hand rubbing the growing bulge in his pants, teasing him. You put some excuses before standing up, walking towards the restroom, his heavy footsteps following behind.

Until here you are, being fucked by your "best friend", trying not to moan loud while he pushes his throbbing cock deep inside of you, kissing your cervix multiple times until you're a trembling mess in his arms.

You came messily around his girth, trying to push him away when he keeps fucking you and you start feeling overstimulated. He comes inside of you, bumping his hot and thick sperm in your pussy, filling your guts up.

He slowly slides out, stuffing his hand in his pocket and pulling out a pretty and shiny plug. Then, he slowly pushes it into your swollen and fucked cunny, not wasting a single drop of his semen inside of you.

Minutes later, you're both back with your friends, your legs were trembling and you tried to fix your messy makeup and hair.

You both kept chatting like nothing happened, with your pussy stuffed with his cum.

I'll just let you know that you'll have the best punishment when you both get home.

And, of course, the next day you couldn't even stand up.

aomicest

satoru’s pregnant wife who can’t keep her hands off him. you’re far along now, and he swears that the more your stomach grows with his child, the hornier you get.

he had to keep on his toes around you in order to not get you so worked up. the pregnancy hormones were really getting to you, and you lashed out at him or cried over every little inconvenience. but what he had to be most careful about was the way he touched you.

if his hand lingered a little too long on your waist — the intention wholeheartedly innocent — you’d somehow take that as an invitation to palm his bulge. it’s happened numerous times recently—even in public!

his poor, pregnant wife had no shame nowadays. yeah, he’s done his fair share of groping your ass when others were around, but it was always under a private eye, secret giggles shared between the two of you.

unfortunately, you had picked up the habit of doing it out in the open. he couldn’t count the amount of times people would gawk in horror, all while you continued to browse the baby section, unbothered, as if you hadn’t squeezed his balls like a stress toy in front of dozens of people. maybe you were an exhibitionist?

either way, it was clear your thoughts only consisted of three things as of late: eat, sleep, and fuck.

how could he resolve this? he wanted to cry. this wasn’t fair! why couldn’t you be this thirsty for his cock when you weren’t pregnant? never in his life would he have thought you could out-freak him. and as badly as he wanted to fuck you senseless in return, he had to be gentle—cautious. sex was increasingly dangerous at this stage — according to the doctor after a long night of abusing your needy cunt — and you were driving him to the brink of madness with the way you were acting.

tensions were higher than they’ve ever been, neither of you speaking or acting on it. however, things came to ahead one morning while he was leaving for work. like usual, he stood by the door in his suit, prepared to head out after your usual once-over. it was a domestic routine he looked forward to every morning despite him whining in your ear about how he was going to be late, watching you softly as you “fix” his collar for the millionth time.

satoru wasn’t stupid. he could tell you were stalling for more time with him, not-so discreetly using it as an excuse to touch him. and don’t think he doesn’t notice how you’re practically sniffing him like an animal in heat. he knew just how much you loved the scent of his cologne, and it was as if you couldn’t help yourself around him when you caught a whiff of it.

now, here’s the part where he may have messed up. after your initial aggressive arousal towards him — plus with the advice the doctor gave him on the down low — he made sure to no longer kiss you on the lips in your current state, and instead, opted for your cheek. when you hand him his lunch, he leans himself down to your height, lips puckered to plant a chaste peck on your soft skin.

though, what he hadn’t expected was for you to outmaneuver him, slapping both hands on the sides of his head, tugging him close to the point that he stumbles as you begin to utterly ravish his mouth.

“mff—!”, satoru sputters in protest against your lips, eyes wide open in shock. his lunch slips from his hand, the bag falling to the ground with a thud. shaky hands hover over your waist, your protruding stomach pressing against his hard abdomen as move against him as sensually as you can.

he doesn’t touch you back just yet, but you force him to. gripping his wrists, you bring his large hands up to palm your round, tender breasts that swelled throughout these past few months. your soft, cherry-flavored lips moved against his in desperation, and he finally responds back, moaning into your mouth with just as much fervor, squeezing the plump flush of your soft tits. the whimper you let out to the massage sends a shudder down his spine and goes straight to his cock.

you pull back, and he finds himself chasing after your lips until you plant a firm hand on his chest. his breathing is ragged, pupils dilated as satoru stares down at you through his blindfold. he takes in the sight of your kiss-swollen lips and furrowed brows, certain he appeared just as flustered.

before he can utter a word, you gaze up at him through your lashes, a cheeky glint in your eyes that he knows all too well.

“stay.” you pout, and he almost finds the willpower left in him to say no—

“please?”

you didn’t have to ask him twice.

hellokittyish

★ thinking about bestfriend!satoru who feels like he’s won the lottery when you confide in him that you’ve never properly fingered yourself before because it doesn’t feel pleasurable, opting to simply rub at your poor little clit to get off instead.

“it doesn’t feel good because you haven’t been doing it right, silly,” he hums amusedly, a cheeky grin pulling at his lips as he lifts up one of your hands and makes a show of examining the length of your fingers. “hmm… yeah, this just won’t do.”

“huh?” you mumble curiously, cheeks burning with heat as you snatch your hand back and bury it into your lap. “what won’t do?”

“you need much longer fingers than those if you wanna do it properly, sweetheart,” satoru huffs, smile getting so wide dimples have formed on his cheeks as he holds up one of his own large hands and wiggles his fingers suggestively. “like mine, for example.”

so that’s how you somehow end up bent over the edge of your bestfriend’s couch with your ass perked up in the air and two of his freakishly long five inch fingers buried knuckles-deep inside your needy cunt. what an unexpected turn of events!

“think y’can take one more, baby?” he coos breathily against the shell of your ear, a third slender digit mischievously poking at your already overstuffed entrance. “c’monn, you wanna be a good little bestfriend for your toru, don’t you?

“y-yeah, i do— i can take one more, i promise!” you whine out desperately, much too far gone to care about how utterly pathetic you must look right now with your cheek squished against the arm of the chair and drool undoubtedly seeping from your gaped mouth.

“that’s my girl,” he purrs proudly, free hand giving your hair a fond pat while he slides another long finger into your fluttering hole, stretching you out more than you’ve ever been before. “but if you really wanna make me happy, you’ll cum all over my hand and make a big fat mess of this couch. can you manage that too, hmm?”

and you comply, of course; because how could your overstimulated little pussy not squirt when the tips of his lengthy fingers are effortlessly caressing your spongy g spot over and over again, your legs quivering around his palm as a soundless scream escapes from your bitten lips.

yeah… maybe satoru is more of a bestfriend with benefits at this point.

continuation here.

wizardzvi

jjk men - things they do/say during sex

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Nanami gently holds you down when you squirm through your orgasm, prolonging it. "There it is, that's right, let it out."

Toji laughs when your legs twitch and shake on his shoulders after getting used to his size. "Really? Don't you want me to cum too? You can't tap out now."

Gojo coos (affectionate) when tears leak out of your eyes from how well his fingers twist inside you. "You look so pretty like this, yeahhh, one more, you can do it."

Geto coos (degrading) when all you can muster is half-finished pleas and babbles while your mouth forms an 'o'; finally becoming too much in your fourth round. "Not thinking of anything else, are you sweetheart? Too dumb from my cock, yeah?"

Choso groans when your hands grab at him, nails biting into his shoulders and legs locked around his waist; as he's pulled in so close, all he can move is in firm grinds directly into your sweet spot. "Fuuuck, you're so warm... I'm gonna cum soon..."

fushiguho

Thinking about Asshole!Toji who’s so incredibly mean to his sweet girlfriend but only because he knows how nasty she’ll get for him…

“You like it when I’m mean to you, huh? Get’s that pussy so messy doesn’t it, baby?” He mutters, fingers threading through the hair at your nape, drawing your head back to force your gaze onto his stoic face as you kneel before him, his fat cock heavy against your tongue.

You can only nod slightly, saliva slipping from the corners of your swollen lips. As you sit prettily on your knees, you sputter around him in vain attempts to breathe, all the while his cock rests snuggly in your throat.

“No, no, no. Don’t just fuckin’ nod your head,” he punctuates with harsh tug of your hair, “I want you to answer me.”

Physically, you can’t answer him, it’s not feasible. Not with the way he’s deliberately tucking himself deeper, his swollen balls now pressing against your quivering bottom lip. His warm hand holds your head taut, leaving room for not a damn thing — not a breath nor a gasp, and definitely not a word.

Yet still, you attempt to speak, because for Toji, you’ll do anything. After several trembling breaths through your nose, you make an effort to choke out a word with his cock against your tongue and fail horribly, of course. Toji took your relaxed throat as an opportunity to plant himself impossibly deeper, eliciting a proper gag from you. What a meanie.

He’s pouting feigndly, “Aweee, can’t fuckin’ speak can you, sweetheart?” He coos, “That pretty mouth too full of cock to talk to me?” His teeth are clenching now as a guttural moan threatens to erupt from his chest.

Toji is so fucking hard. You always manage to get him so incredibly hard to the point it pains him. That poor cock of his weeps and aches at the sight of you doing literally anything. Most times he can’t help himself when he watches you doing the most mundane of tasks.

Whether it be laundry, cooking, or cleaning, he’s creeping behind you, bending you over the nearest surface, and fucking a load into his pretty girl’s cunt and you fucking love it. Maybe it’s some sick, gnawing primal urge of his that yearns to be satiated and if not, he’d simply die. Whatever it is, you don’t seem to mind, clearly.

Toji’s hips buck wildly, fucking himself into your mouth as he would your cunt. “Look so pretty takin’ all of my cock like that, baby fuuuck. Such a good throat fa’me… always so ready for cock, didn’t even have to ask you,” he’s peeling the disheveled hair off of your forehead, baring your drunken mien, “just got on your knees and pulled my cock out. Couldn’t even take off my coat… always been such a greedy little girl, yeah?” He babbles.

You’re not thinking, not really. Poor head full of cotton and he hasn’t even touched you. You hardly even notice the way he sheathes himself from your mouth to pump himself in his hand instead. Cock thick and swollen, glistening in a layer of your saliva. Idly, he drags his fist up and down, twisting his wrist as he nears the head, only to swipe his thumb across the slit before repeating it all over again. Like a dog, your mouth pools with saliva as he strokes his cock mere centimeters from your face.

“Gonna cum all over that pretty face… ruin your fuckin’ makeup,” he grits, dragging the tip of his cock along your wet lips, rudely prodding against them, “look so pretty already but I think I like you better with my cum all over your lips, your cheeks, your nose, and anywhere else I fuckin’ want, you hear me?” He’s slapping himself across your face now, smearing his precum along the bridge of your nose, the high points of your cheeks, your chin, even your perspiring forehead.

You’re pressing your thighs together as you nod to him, “I need it.” You whisper.

“Heh, yea you do.”

fushiguho

Nanami Kento is the kind of man who always makes sure his lady’s nails are done. He doesn’t care the shape nor color, just that you get his initials on your ring finger each time, an unofficial token of your love — until he gets you the real thing, of course.

He grows utterly weak in the knees whenever you get them obscenely long or a little pointy (bonus points if you get gems or sparkly glitter.) He loves how confident it makes you feel, how your eyes gleam with elated gratitude whenever he presents you with his credit card or a wad of bills, suggesting you take the day for yourself.

Amongst the few, minute joys that lurk on this godforsaken planet, there is nothing that makes Nanami happier than when his favorite girl spends his hard earned money. He even asked you to resign from your job because he makes enough for the both of you. He hates to see you working anyway, he is a provider after all. What did you expect?

He’d wait ever so patiently for you to come back home. Watching the news or cooking a warm, heartfelt dinner, keeping himself occupied as we awaits your return, just imagining what it is you bought this time — lingerie? New shoes? Hours later, when you’re finally stumbling through the door with several overflowing shopping bags, a fresh set of acrylics, and a beaming smile, his cock swells.

Of course he’ll have you try on everything you bought, it’s only right. It’s his money after all, he just wants to ensure that it’s been well spent. Slouched lazily in an armchair, he’d gawk, shamelessly admiring his pretty girl. Gaunt legs sprawled idly as his head cocks to the right, a slow, sleazy grin twisting his lips. The trail of his sharp gaze warm and unwavering as you strip for him. Every once in a while, the amber of the overhead light reflects off of the gems that adorn your nails, the subtle glint catching attention.

A deep, audible groan ensues each time you peel off a garment of clothing, only to replace it with another, giving him his own, private runway show. His knee would bounce in anticipation, poor, aching cock growing impossibly harder by the minute and you can tell; you can see the way it strains against the restricting fabric of his slacks, begging to be taken care of. He can’t help but to reach out for you, his big, greedy hands finding purchase at the thick of your hips to pull you close, claiming that he just wants to see your nails a bit better, but that’s what he always says.

And it’s always harmless, benign. That is until you inevitably end up with his drooling cock lodged in the very back of your throat, sinful bubbles of saliva escaping from the corners of your tautly stretched lips. He’d hold you hand endearingly, babbling on about how pretty your nails are, how much it turns him on when you spend his money, how he promises to spoil you for the rest of your life.

God, it’s taking every fiber of his being not to fish for his wallet and spread a hefty stack of blue striped bills across the ample fat of your ass. The mere thought makes his cock twitch, heavy hips pushing forward, forcing himself deeeep down your slutty little throat, a thick stream of arousal pooling against your tastebuds.

He whines. “Fuuuuucck,” huffing out a strangled breath, an unintentional gasp following, “sweetheart, you are sooo perfect… such perfect throat, godddd… the way you’re looking u-up at me.” Nanami groans, blindly reaching for your hand, dragging it toward his slick, parted lips, “need to marry you — swear to fuckin’ god m’gonna marry you.” His tongue is whorishly lolling out before he’s drawing your fingers in deep, drooling down all of your pretty knuckles.

You're audibly sputtering around him in agreement, saliva spilling down your chin and pooling near the fat of his swollen balls. Gag after helpless gag reverberates from your occupied mouth, the poor, weeping head sinking deeper and deeper with each subtle buck of his hips, painting your throat in haphazard spurts of precum. He needs you like this forever, to take his cock like this forever. He'd give anything to make you his slutty, little wife forever and ever and —

“Pleasepleaseplease tell me you wanna marry me too,” he whines, warm, eager tongue wrapping so possessively around your ring finger, pulling it into his mouth, "oh, god please tell me you want that. I need you forever, baby... need this pretty little mouth forever.” His thick, blonde brows furrow so sweetly, voice strained and so plainly conquered by his evident love.

Physically, you can't respond and he knows; he's deliberately tucking himself deeper, the neat tufts of hair that adorn his girthy base tickling your chin. All you can offer him is a loud, helpless gag as you nod and he whimpers in relief. Yesyesyes, I'll marry you, is all he hears, your obedient, glassy eyes a testament.

So, why are you surprised when he’s hastily fetching a small, velvet box from the pocket of his discarded slacks, cracking it open in fervid anticipation, his cock resting heavily against your tongue? You said yes, right?

reiyaus

fem reader intended

husband nanami who quit working overtime because he hated seeing you stay up so late- dozing off on the dining table, a warm plate of food waiting for him at 11:37 on a tuesday night.

husband nanami who carries you to bed, making sure you were warm before focusing on getting unready himself. putting your health before his, like always.

husband nanami who make sures to eat the food you’ve prepared for him, appetite or not, because putting your cooking to waste would make him feel even more guilty (if possible).

husband nanami who likes waking up and catching you in the kitchen, dancing to the music while preparing his lunch. sometimes he even sees you taking small samples of his food before stopping yourself from eating the whole thing.

husband nanami who goes to work with his bento inside his bag, staring at it his whole shift and counting the hours until he gets to read what you’ve written him for the day.

husband nanami who stores all your letters inside the first drawer of his desk, rereading them as if they’re motivational quotes on a coffee cup whenever his coworkers and boss start testing his remaining bits of patience.

husband nanami who leaves the office building the moment his shift is over and heads straight to your favorite café, ordering every single one of your favorite pastries- not minding how the number keeps increasing with every beep.

husband nanami who surprises you, freshly out the shower, with a huge bag full of bread you’ve been craving the whole week.

husband nanami who helps you with your post-shower routine while ocassionally feeding you, laughing at how your eyes never left the bag the moment he came home.

husband nanami who makes sure you actually get to sleep before 10 pm, leaving no excuses as he carries you to the bed again, but this time you’re laughing and gripping onto his shoulders.

husband nanami who traps you in his hold, lulling you to sleep as he apologizes for all the times he made you stay up late- sleeping uncomfortably on the table.

husband nanami who gets to sleep another night with your face as the last thing he sees.

and husband nanami who wakes up another morning, with your skin being the first thing he feels.

sugubear-deactivated20251111

thinking of dilf!toji who tells you he doesn't want any more kids whilst he's balls deep in your pussy.

“look at yer sloppy cunt drooling all over my dick," toji groans lowly from above you, the pads of his fingers giving your swollen, aching clit a harsh smack. "you wanna take my cum, baby?"

after having megumi, toji swore to himself that he would never have any more kids. he's been through it once too many times; sleepless nights and fussy cries. at least that's what he tells you. but fuuuuck is his dick telling you something else.

he has you in a nasty mating press. his thrusts are unrelenting and rough, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix as he brutally fucks you deep into the mattress. his slick covered fingers come up and squish your cheeks, causing your glossy lips to smack together into a slobbering pout. "answer me, girl."

"mmph! yes— toooji!" your cunt greedily swallows his mean, mean cock, stretching to accommodate his overwhelming size. you can feel the calluses on his fingers as he teasingly drags his hand down your throat, squeezing it enough for you to let out a mewl, before his other hand is groping your chest and he uses his nails to trace around your puffy nipples.

"look so fuckin' pretty like this... too bad you ain't takin my cum, huh?"

toji can't help the arrogant smirk that tugs at his scarred lips at the sight of you writhing and crying beneath him when he stills with a wet squelch. the sight of your dazed eyes and the fat globs of tears clinging to your lashes makes his already hard cock throb inside of you, nudging your sensitive gummy walls. his large hands grab the back of your thighs and he leans over you, forcing them further apart and into a wide 'v' shape.

"hear that? think she's beggin' for me to fill her up," he delivers a punishing slap to the globe of your ass. "nasty girl."

despite his earlier words and promised thoughts, more often than not, he finds himself imagining what you'd look like with your tummy round and swollen. the thought only stirs his cock more and his hips are slamming into you once again, penetrating your sopping wet cunt that's already eagerly sucking him in.

another kid couldn't hurt, right?