DNI if you have a problem with me writing for p.o.c only, or you are racists, a proshipper, fetishers, fatphobic, transphobic, or homophobic.
Hii:D. You can call me Jay or Gege. I’m bisexual and use any pronouns. I love all things cute and pink but also all things black with bats.I tend to type slower than I can think, so be aware that many of my works will have grammar problems. I’m not new to here, im only new to the posting process. My blog is a safe space for p.o.c, but mainly black feminine people. I am black so this WILL be a safe space for black people and readers.
What I will write:
Smut
semi-hardcore kinks
anything with a p.o.c reader
fluff
headcanons
What I won’t write:
Proshipper stuff
Anything where the reader is super young (19-) with a character that is 30+
Anything where the reader is a white feminine presenting person
!Incest of any kind, even if they are step-siblings!
Anything involving cnc or r@pe
Anything about characters that are abusers (like Endeavor for example)
femboy!armin looks so pretty in the pink robe. you had a matching one, nothing underneath the silk fabric that hid you both from each other. this was all a game really, teasing one another to see who would give in first. you thought nothing when armin began painting your toes. pastel pink - he always had a love for this color complimenting your brown skin. new jeans played in the background, you humming acting as if you were paying attention to the sanrio coloring book in front of you. your pussy was wet, thighs covered in your own slick. you would advert your eyes from the page to armin, his pretty blond hair in a claw clip baby doll features bare of his makeup.
your eyes traced the freckles on his nose as he blew on your toes, cool breath that sent a shiver down your spine. armin could feel your eyes on him, his dick hard resting on the robe. his tummy fluttered that if he wasn’t in this little unofficial game with you, he would already be eating your cunt and rubbing himself into the mattress. instead he did a shy glance at you, watching how you quickly adverted your attention making him smirk.
after a few more blows, and top coat, then blowing that. armin was fed up. his balls were big and heavy, curved dick bobbing at any move he made. he started slow, kissing your pretty feet that he would never admit he was obsessed with. a soft moan passed your pretty lips. and now, your toes were in his mouth. his pink tounge swirling around your big toe while his slender fingers rubbed your clit. your robe was open, breast out, and legs spread letting you be free to fem boy!armin.
“m-minniiii” you whined bucking up into his fingers. he teased you so good, his almond shaped nails brushing against you every once and awhile. your thights light shook, legs itching to close trying to escape the intimate pleasure. with your eyes closed you moaned, stars in the blackness of your vision. your teeth dug into your plump bottom lip, legs closing around armin’s hand stopping his actions. “aht” his voice was deep, throat a little scratchy. “open your fuckin legs” he kept your feet close to his face, his eyes hard staring at you making you want to shy away.
“l-let’s talk-“ your pussy throbed, armin using one hand to harshly pull your legs apart. he ignored your incoherent words of just needing a moment, he slapped you pussy hard making you hush; a whimpered whine coming from the depths of your throat. then another hit, the wetness of your pussy making a small sound. slime covered his pink palms, cream dripping from your clenching hole. then again, your stomach sucked in, the feeling of hunger in the pits of your belly. tears pooled down your cheeks, lips parted and open, spit slid from the corner of your mouth. “that’s it baby” armin could feel you there, his pretty baby was gonna make a pretty mess for him.
he kissed your foot, rubbing your clit fastly, his cock jerked pre cum leaking from his tip. “give it to me” he whispered, talking to himself. “give it to your minni” swirling his tounge over your big toe his attention was all on your pussy. brown lips parted to reveal your pink sore center. your chubby clit looked so suckable, your hole opening and closing, cream dripping down to your ass. slapping your pussy just for fun, you grunted, legs trying to close but armin’s strong hand held it open. you squirted, the juices rising a little a first pouring from you like a puddle. “fuck yesss” armin muttered moving quickly to get on his knees still keeping your legs open.
using your squirted he jerked himself off. his hands squeezed himself, nails tapping together and his head falling back. the claw clip fell off letting his blond hair fall over his face. “p-please need it” you whimpered, looking at the desperate femboy. “cover your pussy” you said softly, pushing your feet on his face. armin looked at your with his low eyes, you traced your big toes over his pink lips before pushing it in his mouth. you could feel the vibrations from his moans. then the feeling of his hot cum spurting out on your pussy, covering your cunt.
pervy!roomate tomura who has a thing for you! minors turn away!
wc: 3.9k
roomate!tomura who stays up to ungodly hours, hissing like a wild animal at his game systems, rhythmic bangs echoing throughout the apartment from his hourly throw of his controller as he rage quits, the colorful insults he spits at his opponents giving you entertainment all night when boredom kicks in but also an annoying pest when you're trying to sleep
roomate!tomura is the biggest virgin a man could be. twenty-two, nothing to look forward to in life other than his nightly gaming sesh, smells like cheap deodorant (if he wears it) and shampoo he waited far too long to open. he's never felt the touch of a woman, never. he's so far up his creepy boss's ass (you're sure that man is a serial killer deep down!) that in retrospect, you'd believe he doesn't like women at all.
roomate!tomurawho is obscenely loud when he jerks off. like, so loud, that even with the shower going you can hear those nasty plap plap plap sounds coming from his room. he's so caught up in stroking his annoyingly big cock, pre dripping down his wrist, shitty porn of two women with big tits playing on his laptop that he doesn't realize he's letting everyone on their floor hear him because their walls are fucking shitty and thin and holy fuck- did he just moan your name?
roomate!tomura who has had the biggest crush on you since he moved in. like, bigger than his dick. you're that kind girl, the one who smells like cotton candy and hope, and was smiling so prettily at him when toga introduced you both to each other last semester, remnants of ‘she's got an extra room’ on her tongue and glee in her eyes because apparently, if she could score you a roommate to help out with bills you'd set her up with some kid she's been gunning for. tomura had been fucked from that day. like warm cookies and spring flowers you were the personification of good, he? he on the other hand was bad, so so bad for you, yet you still opened your arms up and gave him somewhere to stay- now he's jerking off to the scent of your body wash each night in the shower (really his only motivation to get in, let alone wash)
roomate!tomura who's the biggest pervert to ever exist. has been hacked more times than he liked to admit because he always fell for those ads, the ones that lead you to the websites that gives you way too many viruses and steal all of your data? the ones that showcase animated women, with their obnoxiously large tits and obscenely hot expressions, he always got rock hard, not because of them, but because he wanted to know what you'd look like with your eyes crossed, cum splattered across your face, tits sucking up his cock as he fucks them till he explodes all over you, fucking drenches you in his cum. it's one of his many dirty fantasies.
roomate!tomura who spends way too long in the bathroom, you'd rather give up attempting to use it than want to know what he's doing in there- little did you know, he's hunched over the laundry basket, your laundry basket, eyes rolled back in his head, hand smothered over his mouth to keep his filthy sounds in as your dirty panties were pressed up against his nose- not just any dirty panties, no, no, no. they were the ones you wore during your workout in the living room- shorts that barely covered your ass, tank top so tight he could see your nipples, bones and joints cracking as you stretched and did so many pushups that his boney arms ached in phantom pain. you had sweat a lot, which was understandable as it was hotter than balls outside and the ac was broken, but through his own sweaty haze he couldn't even care that the humid bathroom was making his shirt stick to his back because your panties were drenched in sweat, your scent, everything he craved. it was so fucking nasty, the damp musky smell infiltrating his nostrils, the faintest scent of your peaches n cream body scrub giving him that hint of familiarity he needed for his cock to harden against his thigh, hot and heavy, balls aching and sweaty, so, so full of cum sticking to him at every shudder that goes through him
roomate!tomura who can't help but collapse onto the edge of the tub, hands already pulling his cock out of his crummy sweatpants and stroking at a pace that could start wildfires. he's panting already, moaning into your dirty purple panties as he fucks himself to you, the heated air makes perspiration form on his forehead, dripping down his temple and down his neck, his hands, moving quickly, already soaked with precum that he doesn't even need a lubricant.
roomate!tomura who moans a little too loud as he pops the lid to your sweet body wash, drizzling a generous amount onto his cock, immediately, the temperature of the cold liquid makes him shiver, toes curling in his socks as he fucks his hands, the slide way too slippery. he tells himself this is how wet your pussy would be, and he growls like a rabid animal, thrusting up hard enough that the soap foams up fuzzy and bubbling, the creamy white drips down his hands, his thighs, creating a nasty puddle of him mixed with you on the floor beneath him he's louder than usual, unaware you could hear every single thing from the living room, red face but livid, as the only body wash in the bathroom at the moment was yours (he's extremely unhygienic, like, to a point where you once gave him 5 bucks to ‘buy some deodorant') so you know for a fact, your nasty, nasty, roommate is not using anything of his and it doesn't take a genius to realize what he's doing. jerking off with your new body wash- or into it, god forbid you want to find out. you shuddered at the thought, but also felt a tee bit intrigued, you've seen a glimpse of his cock before, that one time he jerked off on the couch, not thinking you'd come home early from your night out with friends- you barely got a glance at it, hard, flushed, leaking so much at the tip you feared he'd stain something- and so fucking thick you almost let the alcohol clouding your mind take over and fuck him till he cried but no- you did not and now your standing here, in the sweltering heat wondering if his cock really was as big as you remember?
roomate!tomura who avoids you for two days after the bathroom mishap, he's fucking embarrassed, red crimson color his entire body head to toe when you give him a long stare each time you run into him. it's beyond frustrating, he can't focus on anything, work, gaming, cumming to the thought of you. there's never been a day tomura couldn't cum to you, which is why he quickly pinpoints this second emotion as guilt- he used your soap to jerk off, a thought that stays with him until saturday and suddenly all of his guilt is gone, replaced by white hot need as he heard your vibrator buzzing through the wall.
roomate!tomura who spends his saturdays rewinding, relaxing, playing video games with spinner all night. saturdays were his one day off at his shitty bar job, but at least, bartending was hot and got you a lot of girls (he cleaned the toilets. the fucking toilets, thats it. kurogiri wouldn't let him go near the alcohol if his life depended on it) the point was, he used saturdays to relax, not go to parties, yet, at approximately 8 am that morning, he was rudely woken up by his phone blaring in his ear and spinner on the other end inviting him to a party that night.
tomura didn't go to parties, he never got invited, never knew what to wear, never cared enough to get out of bed and go. frat parties were all the rage right now, and he's only ever been to one and hated it, he himself knew he was nasty, but the people at those places were downright disgusting, he's happy, sitting in front of his computer screen moaning like a dog in heat over the way your ass looked in your jeans when you bent over the night before.
roomate!tomura who against his better judgment, set down his controller and put on a clean hoodie and took off to spinners place, if he hadn't been bribed with the chance to touch a girl he wouldn't have even came. apparently dabi, that ugly fucking bastard got nice and cozy with a cheerleader and now she's bringing her whole team to spinners party. just the thought of so many girls in one enclosed space has him salivating, they'd never beat your level of hot, but they had something going for them. the party was raging when he got there, music blasting, spinner piss drunk already, dancing on a table, dabi was in some corner swapping spit with a girl that definitely wasn't the one from yesterday, the cheerleaders were all dancing to the music, all dressed in their uniforms, giggling like stupid girls to themselves and waving their pompoms around, and there was a putrid smell of weed in the air mixed with cum.
how the hell did spinner manage this? what higher gods did he suck dry to get this to happen to him? girls actually enjoying his parties? but everything comes crashing down on him in a halt as a staggeringly realization hits him as he lays eyes on you from across the room
roomate!tomura feels like the world is falling from his axis when he sees you. the cause of his delusions, the one person who completely changed the way he thinks, you, in a slutty little midnight blue mini dress that showed way too much of your ass to everyone. you curled your hair, he notices next, the tresses of silky ivory you usually keep in a claw clip are curled, glittering under the shitty light, but the shitty light is making your lips glow. sticky and glossy, and pink, the color of his tip, and it's making him feel things.
you're chatting with a group of cheerleaders, the rich girls who have designer jewelry on and smell like they walked out of wherever the fuck they shop for their overpriced perfume that they sprayed on every five minutes. you fit in seamlessly with them, eyes bright and smile wide, you were once of them, a rich little daddy's girl, but then you were shipped off to a college that anyone gets fucking let into because daddy said you needed to learn the real world, and now your eating dollar store noodles and working for minimum wage and shopping at walmart on your days off.
his father always told him angels weren't real. he was blunt, a mean old fucker who’d sooner bet on the devil winning the lottery than on heaven giving a damn. but he was wrong. so, so, wrong you look like an angel, heaven sent just for him, melting his brain out of his ears with just a single glance.
you had the ability to fry his hormone-tinged brain without having to do really anything. you were an angel, his angel.
roomate!tomura who stays in a corner, drinking some mystery drink that was in an old cooler on the table, it was bitter and tasted like regrets mixed with cat piss but it was making his head spin and his body feel hot, like a pit of lava bubbling at its sweltering heat, the warmth flooded his cheeks, crept down his neck and enveloped his cock in a pleasurable heat that had his head tilting back against the wall as he watched you. you, dress flowing in the slight breeze because somebody thought it was a good idea to open every single window and door letting the smell of weeds filter out and probably alert the stuck up pricks at the end of the block who'll happily phone the cops. his plans of staying in the corner all mysterious and shit backfires when he sees you talking to a guy.
now tomura was a lot of things, nasty as fuck, with questionable hygiene, lame as fuck, with the abilty to scare away every girl without a problem, creepy as fuck, with his raggedy overgrown blue hair, and his dry skin, and low raspy voice. he's the type of guy every girl successfully avoids- nobody's type, a generational slob on top of hentai addict, and so if he ever thought he had even the slightest chance with you- tonight would crush every dream he ever had. he watched you cozy up to a jock, and if he was any bit of the man he wished he was he would have walked over and shown him who's girl you really were- but he wasn't, he could only mournfully stare at the hand the guy had on your ass and take another gulp of his shitty drink
roomate!tomura who goes back to a normal routine in the following days, he goes to work, spends his day hunched over a grimy toilet, dabi laughing at him behind the counter because he scored the worst possible job in the world, scrubbing shit stains out of the bowl only for another drunkard to go in and ruin it. he hated his job, but he worked with his friends so that was the only pro. he swapped war stories (stories of being rejected) with spinner and snuck bar nuts when kurogiri wasn't looking.it's tuesday evening when his chance hits, the apartment is lit up with the lowering sun, the curtains wide open to allow any bit of light to come in, the sun is illuminating the kitchen, you who stood at the counter, mixing something in a bowl that smelt sweet or was that you?
“hey,” you said, noticing him linger by the archway, “i'm making cupcakes, want some?”
he shrugged “sure” cupcakes were sweet, your pussy would be sweeter, but he had to take what he can get
roomate!tomura has enough sense to take a shower for once- outsides a sauna and he's been sweating all day at work, and smells like a sewer right about now. he doesn't even do anything nasty, just washes himself with the new body wash spinner suggest he get because it will ‘get you some pussy’ (those were his exact words!) it was woodsy and smokey and not his usual cheap drugstore bottle but it would do. he even used a loofah for good measures.
twenty minutes later he walked back to the kitchen in minecraft boxers and a shirt that said ‘milf hunter’ on the front. you were at the counter, standing on your tiptoes, shirt riding up exposing the round curve of your tits and the softness of your waist. shit, you were so fucking hot his cock chubbed up instantly, wearing no bra and the thinnest shirt in the world, what a nasty little ovulating slut you were.
call it creepy or weird but he could easily tell when you were ovulating- you became easy, short skirts, longer showers, your vibrator buzzing all night long keeping him awake, you brought men back a lot, and he was forced to listen you bang your headboard against the wall all night-
“what are you doing?” he rasped, in need of more hydration than he gets.
you dropped back flat onto your feet and your face fell. “i can't reach the sprinkles, you put them on the top shelf remember?”
hah, yeah, he did. mainly because he had a habit of doing that, he had siblings after all, one's who destroy everything they touch, but also because he wanted you to come to him for help, prove that he's useful, that's he's not just some loser virgin with a big dick and this is his chance
roomate!tomura who slots up behind you, your startled “h-hey-” falling on deaf ears as he presses his bulge up against your ass, right arm reaching up and grasping the sprinkles. the heat from the stove burns deep in his gut, a guttural want that makes him want to lose control. it would be so easy, to bend you over, yank those shitty excuse of shorts down your legs and bury his face in your pussy until your sobbing, but he doesn't, he isn't a monster, he's coherent enough in the head to know where consent is needed but fuck maybe it's just the arousal talking but he swore you were leaking through your shorts.
his woodsy scent swirled around you in a dangerous cloud, it was pure man, sex on wheels, you didn't know when he changed up soaps but you knew you like this ones better than that stupid 3 in 1. this, this was panty dropping good
“t-tomura” you breathe out, breath hitching as his huge cock pushes against your ass. you turn your body around, now chest to chest with him, nipples perked and pressed to his chest. he was already staring you down pure hunger in his eyes
“what- what do you think you're doing?”
he shrugged like it wasn't that serious “helped get your sprinkles,” he stepped back, his infuriatingly good smell following him back to his room “gonna go play with spinner for a bit, yell for me when the cupcakes are done”
no, no, no.
he was not getting away with this, it's been months since you got laid! every hookup ends up in the ditch because apparently not every man knew where the clit was, and, sadly for you, you needed them to suck it a few times just to fake it enough to get out of there. you were fucking horny- horny didn't even beging to explain how you felt. you needed to get fucked, or to sit on someone's face, and if you didn't get it soon you'd die.
“tomura!” your voice rang out, loud and commending
he stopped mid-step and looked back, eyes full of anime dweeb horniness
“tell spinner he can wait- get on the couch”
roomate!tomura who doesn't even try and disobey you. falling onto the couch like a good little loser as you climb in top of him, smirking down at him when his breath hitches, lips parting in awe as he stares up at you like you're a goddess. he doesn't know what he did to deserve this, but he knows he'll never forget this moment. your hands press against his chest, feeling his heartbeat pounding quickly against your palms.
“you know….” you trail off, index fingers trailing down his chest to his crotch, resting on top of the bulge threatening to rip through the thin boxers “it's been forever since i had an orgasm”
his eyes blew wide at the revelation, tongue darting out to wet his dry lips, and you can't believe you're doing this sacrificing your healthy PH for him of all people, but you were horny, and knew he wouldn't give you any diseases because he's never fucked anything but his hand, and the worst possible outcome is that he'd be horrible at using his nice big cock and you'd have to pin him down and use him for all he's worth (which isn't much frankly!)
“you have a nice big cock tomura,” you crooned sweetly, thick haze of lust behind your eyes. you trailed your hand past his waistband and gave his cock a squeeze “do you even know how to use it?”
“c-course i do” he muttered in a hushed tone, avoiding your eyes. lies, no he did not know how to use it your brows shot up
“really?” you leaned in closer, smelling the mint from his toothpaste on his breath, he sucked in a breath, pupils dilating and shaking from how close you are. you were evil, so, so, evil, because you squeezed his cock through his boxers hard, making him jolt, gasp leaving his lips, the painful pleasure making his head spin “tell me the truth tomura, don't lie to me, you don't know how to use this nasty cock do you?”
i-i-” tears flushed at his waterline, he doesn't know what to say, when he said he had a crush on you he didn't expect to be bullied for it, but he wasn't complaining, this was a whole different side of you he's never seen before.
“no, ” he finally says, hips bucking up into your touch, he throws his head back with a noise of pleasure, exposing his pale neck to you “i-i don't know how to use it….it's all yours please use me”
your lips turned up in a wicked grin and he already knew he wasn't going to get any sleep tonight
roomate!tomura who got pinned to the couch in record time, forced to keep his hands to himself as you played with his rock hard cock like it was a toy. talking to it like it had it's own mind and degrading him like it was second nature for you
“it's so useless,” you giggled, pressing your thumb into his dripping slit. he hissed, a broken moan leaving his chapped lips, hips thrusting up for any sort of friction but a sharp slap to his balls made him gasp, hips falling back down “stay still- don't make me tell you again tomura”
he nodded frantically, a breath of hot air leaving his lips, but his body betrayed him, because he ground against your palm, sticky pre dripping down your hand, because he created a dastardly amount of it, and it stained everything in the vicinity.
wrong move
you wind your hand back and slammed it back down on his cock, before grabbing his balls and squeezing hard. he choked on a yelp, his body doing a screenshot, the pain made his eyes threatened to close, but that perverted enjoyment deep down forced them open, a dopey grin on his lips
“stupid!” you hissed, absolutely livid, like a switch was flipped you turned so damn evil. “you think i want to waste my time with someone like you? you're nothing tomura! just a nasty virgin! so hold still before i find someome better than you”
the cruel words would have made any normal person cry, but tomura wasn't normal, and this was exactly one of the things he fantasized about- you, being so so cruel to him, make him cry, make him beg, make him bleed. his reaction seemed far too dull for you so you slapped his cock again, then again, and again, until it was bright red and throbbing and his hips couldn't stay on the couch and cum started to leak out of his tip- but you were faster and like a cork for a winebottle you pressed your thumb into his slit hard, stopping him from reaching his orgasm.
his body lurched, hand reaching down to push yours away but you slap it, keep him pinned with a glare, he resorts to begging.
“w-wait no-” tomura voice began, sounding utterly broken already “please let me cum i-i need to cum- o-oh please i-” he trailed off into a yelp as you hit his cock again, this time, with twice as much force. looking into your eyes he no longer saw his sweet roomate who took the title of angel in his eyes- but the devil. a devil who was going to drain him dry.
roomate!tomura who knew he was going to be there all night and only hoped he came out of this conscious.
a/n: so first post after 1223455 years lol i kinda hate this 🌷
Synopsis: in which the jjk men take part in No Nut November and you get to see how long they last (spoiler: it's not very long, but that dickkkk is)
Warnings: 18+, minors and ageless blogs do not interact you will be blocked, p in v, unprotected smex, misuse of Limitless, cúnnilingus, squírting, overstimulation, desperate men, dirty talk - praise and degradation, pússydrunk men, fingering, teasing, edging, pússy inspection, footjob, mastúrbation, séx toys used - cóck ring/handcuffs, whimpering men, femdom in parts, mild bloodplay - sucking a drop of blood, cúm eating, stomach bulging, creampie, backshots, full nelson, brief face slapping, asphyxiation, hair pulling, sub!choso, misuse of a belt and tie, mouth gag, cowgirl, body marking, orgasm denial, true form!sukuna, misuse of curse mouth, áss eating, spanking, lotta cursing, some notes of SH? - biting lips until it bleeds/restraining themselves/digging nails into skin, not proofread
a/n: here's hoping I don't get flagged for the pic. Tumblr pls i am not your strongest soldier have mercy. header — A Doting And Kind Husband, He Returns To His Beast Form With Unparalleled Sexual Prowess by Aizawa Anji
SATORU - 7 days 14 hours
“Fuck,” he whines in your ear, “so t-tight. I can barely fit it in. Did you -hah- get tighter? L-like magically?”
You’re bent over the coffee table, shorts and panty pooling at your knees as he thrusts his cock in your drenched pussy, which greedily gobbles him up. Breathless, you answer, “That’s not h-how it -ngh!- works, Toru.”
There was nothing especially seductive about what you were wearing nor what you were doing — normal house clothes and peering under the sofa for your dropped earring. But you should’ve known Satoru would see the imprint of your pussy through your shorts, ass up in the air and back arched, and would lose all sense and reason.
He grabbed at you, face shoved to the apex of your thighs from behind, ignoring your squeal. Satoru was munching on your cunt through the material, moaning like a whore as if he was really tasting the real thing. You could feel the wetness of his saliva all over your thighs, or maybe that was your pussy juices. It was hard to tell.
When he finally saw clearly, he wasted no time pulling your shorts down so he could see you in all your glory. “Oh, baby. I missed you too,” he cooed. “Look how pretty you are.”
Thumbs spreading your lips apart, he watched the drop of clear wetness dripping down to your clit, and then hanging in the air before he caught it with a finger and fucked it back inside you. He watched his long digit disappear inside with awe. Your pussy squelched and he nodded.
“I know, I know. I’m so mean, aren’t I?” Satoru whispered to your cunt. “Lemme make it up to you.”
Things snowballed after that.
Sure, you could’ve stopped him, could’ve smacked him away like a misbehaving dog, but you were having your fun regardless; you weren’t taking the challenge seriously anyway. So, you clung to the edge of the table, crying out at the dizzying stretch of his cock entering your body. You missed it too, the feeling of him. A week is a really long time to go without being fucked stupid.
Satoru isn’t even making sense anymore; he’s just murmuring depraved things. “Love this -hngh- p-pussy. Gonna fill you up with my -shiiitttt- cum. Gonna keep you s-stuffed full. We’re gonna be attached forever –yeah fuck back into me, baby, that’s it. Never letting you go.”
“Ngh! Toru, harder! Fuck me harder.”
He holds your hips still, pulling his cock out until only his tip remains inside. “O-of course, baby. Whatever you want.” You scream when he rams the whole length back inside, sliding against that gummy spot inside you. The orgasm washes over you out of nowhere, sending your eyes rolling back and the table creaking under your grip.
God, you were so pent up and you didn’t even realise it. He had just started fucking you and you were creaming all over his cock. Obscene squelch! squelch! filling the room.
The lights around you begin flashing in pulses. Things begin to shake. Distantly, you think you can hear sounds of panic in the streets and car alarms raving. And is that an ambulance?
“No, wait fuck! So tight. B-baby, stop-HNGH!” Hot cum floods your walls. Satoru groans, high pitched and so needy. “Oh shit, oh shit. Oh fuuuuuuuckkk.”
Then, without warning, he pulls out and dives face first into your pussy once more, sucking your clit as a mix of your cum and his own leaks out onto his face. He doesn’t care. Not even one bit. Not even as he's shuddering and causing city-wide panic. All he cares about is blowing raspberries on your poor, sensitive clit, motorboating you like an idiot. “Tastes so good,” he breathes out. “So perfect. Always so perfect.”
You sigh, fingers drumming on the table. “We -hah fuck- l-lost, Satoru.”
“Stupid -hah- challenge, anyway,” he grumbles. “We’re never doing this again.”
That’s what he said last year.
“What about Suguru? Your bet with him?” Satoru smacks your clit harshly. You squeal. “Satoru!”
He tugs your hips back to his. Cock raring to go again, he inserts it slowly, inch by inch. There’s no more of that panicked haste to feel you. Almost as if he got it out of his system momentarily. Now, he just needs to regain control, whether of himself or of you, you can’t tell. “Don’t mention another guy in front of me. Not when my dick is the only thing you should be thinking about.”
Possessive Toru?
Haven’t seen him in a while.
Smirking, you tease, “Oh but I’m always thinking about other men when I’m with you; it’s how I can get through your pathetic thrustin–FUCK!”
Eyes wide, you marvel at the increasing sting inside your cunt. He’s not…
Oh god, he is. He’s using his Limitless to stretch you out. Jaw dropping and eyes rolling to the back of your head, you let out a long moan.
Satoru snickers. “That’ll teach you.”
SUGURU - 3 days 17 hours
“Oh you poor thing,” he croons. “Such a shame that you couldn’t hold out longer. Guess you don’t want my respect at all, huh.”
That’s a load of bull; he couldn’t have any more respect for you even if you held the sky on your shoulders. No, he wanted you to cave. He wanted to show off his superiority. He wanted to remind you how utterly weak you are for him. That was why he’d been messing with you since the month started, which hadn’t been a very long at all.
Suguru would brush up against you, skimming his nose against the crook of your neck, whispering how beautiful you look, or would purposely walk around the house shirtless and wearing those grey sweatpants that showed everything.
You didn’t understand why he did any of that — even if you came, it was in his best interest to make sure you had stakes in the matter too. Why would he tempt you and threaten to lose the challenge and incur the mockery of Satoru, who bet him that he’d last longer?
Sometimes, you don't understand Suguru.
In his lap, he works two fingers inside your cunt. He’s curling them against that spot inside you that has you gushing even more all over his long, slender digits. All while he thumbs at your sensitive clit, keeping his lips away from you. Suguru gazes down at you, a lazy smirk on the lips you’d been staring at.
Mewling, you plead, “Sugu, kiss me!”
“Aw, does my pretty girl want to cum whilst kissing me? That’s lewd. Maybe I should call you my perverted girl instead. What do you think?”
You regret ever playing his games. This ridiculous No Nut November challenge and the trying to resist his skillful touch he has you playing right now. If only you weren’t so weak, then you could show him that you can’t be messed with. Instead, you were playing right into his hand. Literally. You’re riding his fingers, grinding on his lap and chasing your orgasm, like the whore he tells you that you are.
“Is my dirty girl close? Hmm? Does she want to cum all over my thighs? Go on, pretty. Lose the challenge not even a week in. Show me how pathetic you are.”
This is all his fault.
He was always musing about the importance of being a united front, how you two were a team that lost and succeeded together. That goes out the window when you’re in the privacy of your own home, you suppose.
God, you want to wipe that smirk off his gorgeous face.
With shaky hands, you grab his head and smack your lips against his. You moan his name right into his mouth, seeking his tongue out and wrestling with the wet appendage. This is what you need. This is what you’ve been waiting for. Since the challenge started, you weren’t allowed to kiss him longer than a peck for fear that he’d be tempted to give up, and it’s been killing you.
That hesitation, that pitying smile you give each other before you say goodbye, knowing that things didn’t feel right without a kiss. Hugs themselves had to be brief and polite, no pressing fronts against each other. You might as well have shook hands and dapped each other up. It was a miserable, miserable three days.
Now, you’re having your fun, swallowing his taste down your throat. It’s all you need to finally go over the edge. You cum with your lips wrapped around his tongue, bobbing your head like it was his cock you were sucking on. “F-fuck, Sugu!”
Fingers leave your pussy with a POP! spreading your wetness all over your skin. His hands dig into the plush of your hips, grip punishing and bruising. Suguru trembles against you, groaning deep and low.
When your heavy eyes open, you’re surprised to find a wet spot on his grey pants that you definitely didn’t leave there. He pants, gaze glossy.
“D-did you…”
In a second, you’re flipped over the sofa, staring up at his towering figure. He scowls at you, eyes a little glazed over. “Yes, pretty. I came from your kiss. You must be feeling so proud of yourself, aren’t you?”
A little. “But what about your challenge with Satoru?”
Suguru shakes his head, cock hard again, and leaking against your clit.
“I won’t be telling him, and neither will you,” he threatens, snapping his teeth. “Not unless you want to see me take his challenge seriously.”
CHOSO - 15 days 19 hours
“Please,” he begged, kneeling before you, clutching your hips and grinding his restrained cock against your leg like a dog. “I c-can’t take it anymore. It hurts. I need you. I need to feel you. I think I’m losing my mind.”
That’s how it started, how you both lost the challenge.
It’s pitiful, really. Not the fact that neither you nor Choso lasted a whole month, because that was always a guarantee, but rather how your latest purchase didn’t hold up very long.
The cock ring around the base of his cock was supposed to keep him from leaking, from cumming all over himself, when you acquiesced by giving him a footjob. You made it abundantly clear that you wouldn’t let him cum and he agreed, nodded fervently, cheek nuzzling your thigh with gratitude.
He’s happy to be touched at all by you, he said. He’ll behave, he promised.
Lies.
“Choso, I’m really disappointed,” you mutter, big toe skimming up the length of his throbbing cock, following the prominent vein you love to lick. He ruts into your foot with a whimper. “I thought you loved me enough to try harder.”
The man had been cumming practically nonstop. In fact, when you fished his cock out of his tight pants, he came from the weight of your judging stare alone.
He’d been like a fountain since.
Biting his swollen lip until it bleeds, he shakes his head. His unruly, raven hair falls out of its pigtails. Locks stick to his sweaty forehead. You brush them away. “D-don’t say that. I do. I do love you. I’m sorry, it just feels too -hngh- t-too good.”
You tut. With your thumb, you gather the dripping blood before it could stain the floor and feed it back into his mouth. He greedily suckles, even when the metallic taste is long gone and it’s just the salt of your skin he’s tasting. That seems to spurn him more because his eyes roll back into his head, cock pulsing faster.
The metal ring does nothing against his will to cum; it’s only digging painfully into the base of his cock in a way that he likes, in a way that reminds him of you. Meanwhile, his tip is red-hot, angrily-swollen in a cute kind of way. And it's beyond glossy from his cum, like a lollipop.
“I miss this,” he breathes out. “I missed you. So so so much. Oh god, I think I’m going to pass out.”
Honestly, he managed quite well; 15 days is nothing to scoff at. You were ready to call it quits five days in, rising one morning especially needy and wanting to wake him up with your pussy to his face, but you held back, because you wanted him to lose. You wanted him to get so worked up that he winds up on his knees, sniffing at your cunt, like a little puppy.
Which he did.
Choso’s so adorably predictable.
“Are you going to cum, Cho? Are you going to dirty my foot?”
Abs tense, he nods, strong arms bulging with barely maintained restraint. “S-sorry -ngh!- I’m sorry.”
If his wrists weren’t tied up in handcuffs behind his back, he’d be hugging your legs to his chest, humping the arch of your feet with his exceptionally hard cock. Or maybe he’d be more ambitious, more desperate and ram his dick inside you, taking what he wanted without a single care.
That wouldn’t be so bad, you muse. Your pussy has been sloppy this entire time. It’s no doubt left a stain on the sofa.
Time to up the ante.
You spread your thighs wide for his viewing pleasure, pulling your panties to the side. “Look at me, Cho. Look at my pussy. I’m soaked, aren’t I? Watch me play with myself.”
He gulps, eyes wide and focused on one spot and one spot only. “So pretty…”
Spreading your lips apart, you show him your clit and how your hole is pulsing his name, metaphorically speaking, of course. That’s all it takes for Choso to whimper so loud you’re sure only the neighbourhood dogs register it.
Searing ropes of cum pierce the air, landing all over his bare chest and on your leg. He pants, moaning your name like a mantra. You sigh. So much for that cockring.
How he even had that much cum stored inside him is a mystery to you.
Hand bundling his hair, you drag him over to where he’s made a mess on your body. “You know the drill. Get to work.”
Choso lets out a breathy laugh, cheeks pink. He scoops up his cum from your shin with his tongue and smudges it onto your sloppy slit with lidded eyes.
You’re so leaving a bad review on the cockring, and the handcuffs he busted out of already. The broken thing lies on the floor as Choso digs his nails into his own skin to avoid angering you more, the length of his broad back visible for you. Sweet bastard’s been holding back on pure will alone, for your sake.
“Happily.”
TOJI - 5 hours 34 minutes
“Tojiiii,” you whine.
He growls, “Shut yer trap.”
If he wasn’t buried balls deep in your greedy cunt, cock indent visible through your lower stomach, you’d be talking his ear off about how annoying he is — he promised he’d take No Nut November seriously this year.
Last year, he lasted not even an hour. As soon as the clock struck midnight, he jumped you, heavy hands touching you up, rough and demanding until you gave in. It’s funny to him, you suppose. It’s funny to get you to trust him just for the asshole to take what he wanted anyway.
Held in a full nelson, his favourite position, you have no choice but to take his thick cock; there’s nowhere you could run to. His arms are hooked under your knees, arms locked behind his head, tied up with your ripped stockings.
“I -ngh! s-slow down- I can’t b-believe you -fuuuck- lied to me!”
You can feel him everywhere. He’s filling you up so good you swear you can feel him in your lungs, emerging from your throat. It’s disgusting how sweat slicked you two are, how soaked the sheets are from your splashing juices. The bed is banging against the wall, scratching paint off with the friction. The neighbours are not going to be happy. They’d already told you off three times last week.
Toji snarls a laugh in your ear, sharp canine scraping the shell of your ear. “Didn’t lie. Lasted longer than last year, didn’t we? Count your -mmm fuck, pussy trying to keep me inside, ain’t it?- your -heh- blessings, doll.”
Feet planted on the mattress, he fucks up into you with no mercy.
Seriously.
He was treating your pussy like the enemy, like it’s personally victimised him. There’s not a single part of him that cares that you’ve been squirting into the air like a fountain or that your juices and his cum have created a creamy white ring around the base of his cock. He certainly doesn’t give a fuck that your wetness drips down his balls and into his ass crack.
It’s all part of the process, he’d tell you. Just ride it out.
“What I can’t believe,” he begins, licking the sweat off the length of your neck, “is you -shiiit- thinking this was gonna end any o-other way. Tried to hide this dirty pussy from me too. Playing a -hah- dangerous game, ma.”
Oh, he really hated that. When his hand reached for your cunt under the covers as dawn broke through the openings in the curtain, you sleepily swatted it away. That was your mistake. He woke you up with a smack to your cheek. It didn’t hurt very much, but you did feel the heat growing on your skin. It had you panting before he did anything else.
Smiling to yourself despite the situation, you clench down hard, listening to his sudden grunt, and musing, “Maybe you just -mmm- need to have more -ngh!- self-control.”
Idiot.
Idiot with a death wish.
With acrobatic skill, he lunges forward, shoving you from a full nelson to your face in the pillows and your ass held in his punishing grip. His entire body covers your own, pressing you down hard into the pillows. You’re struggling to breathe, struggling to do anything but take the cock he rams back inside you.
Toji growls, “You’re in for a long night, you damn brat. Better save your energy and keep your mouth shut.”
Air is punched out of you with every relentless thrust. He’s not giving you any time to recover or to grab your bearings. It’s thrust after thrust after thrust.
BANG! BANG!
The bed and the walls are suffering with you, but they're mocking, rubbing it in your face how powerless you are right now against Toji.
“You never fucking learn, do ya? Always gotta be a brat. Always trying to drive me crazy. Acting like you weren’t groping my damn dick in your sleep. And when I take what’s mine, when I give this greedy cunt what she wants, I’m the bad guy.”
Hot, humid and dizzying, his body heat mingles with yours, shooting straight to your brain and to your clit. It doesn’t help that he’s holding your head down with a heavy hand.
But when you tap the bed frantically, giving out even though it hadn’t even been twenty seconds, surely, he yanks you up by the air. Scalp stinging, your broken moans fill the room. It creates a cacophonous din with the obscene smacking of his hips against yours. The threat of suffocation was real and it made you spurt all over his cock.
“Stupid girl,” he mutters darkly, “no challenge can keep -fuck i’m close- t-this pussy from me. It’s mine. Repeat it.”
Begrudgingly, you respond, “Yeah, it’s yours, I guess.”
You can feel, rather than see, his eyes roll and it brings a smile to your lips before he lets you go and you faceplant into the pillows again.
Toji says, calloused fingers roving under your hips to play with your clit, “We’ve -ngh fuck- got all day to work on y-your –loosen up, woman fuck– shitty fucking attitude. And trust me, we ain’t leaving until I’m satisfied.”
KENTO - Challenge Won
“Sweetheart,” he began, a little exasperated, “Can I take a bath first?”
“No, because you’re going to distract me with your slutty body and I need to have a clear mind.”
He sighed, loosening his tie with one hand. “I don’t know what you want me to say.”
You stomped your foot. “How about you try an apology, Kento?”
That seemed to spark something in him, like it awakened him. No, it was like you’d walked into his trap, a willing prey.
Drawing closer, he pinned your hips to his, keeping you still and in his grasp. He had just gotten home. The man didn’t even get further than the doorway, didn’t even get to remove his shoes, before you started having a go at him. Of course he knew why you were mad. You’d made it abundantly clear — you’re upset he actually won the challenge you’d begged him to start with you.
He peppered kisses along your hairline, ending up by your ear so he could whisper, “Make me, darling.”
That’s how you wound up in this position: riding him to oblivion on your marital bed, hands tied to the headboard with his belt, and mouth gagged with his own tie. You told him not to take his clothes off, that you wanted to see him in his dress shirt, wanted to fuck with his dress pants not even down to his knees.
Unbuttoned and open for your viewing pleasure, you watch his abs, slightly faded now with the years of making sure he ate well, clench as your nails raked up and down the ridges. There’s red lines scribbled all over his chest. It reads: ‘whore for his wife’.
“Are you, Kenny? Are you a whore for your wife?”
He can’t answer, you know that, but seeing how his eyes are glazed over through the fogginess of his glasses, and how he bites down on his tie, slobbering all over it, it’s more than enough to satisfy the sadist in you.
Hips rolling, you feel him pressing all around your walls. His beautiful cock kisses all your sensitive spots, stimulating that gummy bit that only he can reach, and creating a delectable pressure that has your pussy pulsing like crazy.
“Because I’m starting to think you’re not.” You clean out his glasses, wiping the mist away so he can clearly see your pout. “If you really loved me, you wouldn’t have lasted a whole month without cumming inside me. You left me all -hngh- a-alone and feeling so so abandoned.”
At that, Kento grunts, hips bucking up into you. You gasp, balancing yourself on his chest. He fixes you a glare. He wants the gag off.
“No,” you insist, “I know what you’re going to say: ‘I do love you, darling. I love you more than myself,’ and ‘It’s because I love you that I lasted as long as I could for you, that I drove myself mad just so you could have your way with me, could play with my poor, overly sensitive cock, and my heavy balls.’ Am I warm, Ken?”
He huffs, not especially pleased with specific wordings but unable to deny that he was going to say something along those lines. It’s cruel, really, that you’ve tied him up and rendered him unable to speak. But if you’re being honest, you deserved this.
A whole month of no sex, of not being touched by your sexy husband, with his pretty eyes, broad shoulders and huge dick would drive anyone crazy.
Kento knows that too; it’s why he’s not fighting against the restraints even though you both know he could easily free himself if he wanted to. He better not ruin your fun before it’s really started.
Dragging your breasts over his face, you mutter, “I wish you could suck on my tits, Ken. They feel sore and achey. Guess I’ll just have to keep playing all by myself.”
The headboard creaks, strong arms straining against the leather of his belt. Better hurry along, you think to yourself.
Knees planted on the side of his body, you begin bouncing on his cock, up and down, up and down, and around. Kento groans. It feels so good, even better after the month-long wait. You’ve been empty for so long, your pussy complains every time you push his entire length back inside, but you don’t care. You’re going to cum over and over again and not let him spill a single drop.
It’s his punishment.
You’re using him like a trampoline, as if he was just a dildo. You already came multiple times by now, but he hasn’t once. And he’s close, you can tell. His cock is throbbing nonstop, almost as if calling out for you, pleading.
Every time he was close to releasing his cum inside, you halted your hips and popped him out. He’d cut you a glare that could kill before he realised exactly who he was glaring at and he’d soften into a breathless calm, a faux one. Then, when his dick paled just a little, you rode him again.
He must have been edged for two hours straight now.
Tears pool in the corner of his eyes, cheeks beyond flushed and cramps in his abdomen from the incessant strain to behave forcing grunts out of his lips. You lick a drop. It tastes like salt, victory and revenge. Maybe it's time to let him have one reprieve — not an orgasm, no, not yet.
You pull the tie out of his mouth, wanting to hear his voice. Kento groans.
“S-sweetheart -fuck!- take what you need. Punish your stupid -hah- husband. Remind me what I missed out on,” he pleads, muscles quivering and cock throbbing. “I’m sorry. I’m -oh god- I’m sorry, my love. I was wrong. Use me. I’m yours. All -ngh- yours.”
Lips curving into sharp points, you boop his nose.
“That’s the plan, hon.”
SUKUNA - 23 days 8 hours
“What a ridiculous challenge,” he scoffs.
He was talking a big game before the month started, boasting about how he could go many months, maybe even years without cumming. That only a pitiful human would struggle. Yet, he went as far as leaving the estate to be away from you so he wouldn’t be tempted and then couldn’t even last a whole month anyway.
On a random morning, he returned and, one look at you — just one — was enough to have him marching over to you. Things quickly got rowdy after that.
Sukuna took you down, ripping your clothes from your body. He smashed his lips to yours, swallowing your gasp. His hands were touching you all over, groping your tits, spreading your legs, rubbing your bare pussy and cradling the back of your head against the hard ground.
“I hate this challenge,” he growled. “I resent the human who created it. And I resent you for making me play.”
You didn’t get the chance to tell him you didn’t make him do anything — he was holding his palm over your entire slit, cursed mouth worming its tongue inside your already sloppy pussy. Moans escaped, mingling his own. Sukuna breathed low and heavy, refusing to part from your mouth.
“Sukuna, I -mmm- missed you.”
His eyes darkened.
That was all the warning you got before you were lifted into the air.
Dangling by the legs, you hang upside down. Two huge, thick cocks smack into your face. Beneath them, a heavy pair of balls that look like they’re about to burst at any second meet your gaze.
He growls, “Do your duty, woman. Make up for the absence, for the distance, for the many nights I spent torturing myself.”
At the same time you open your mouth wide to take one cock down your throat, he dives into the apex of your thighs, making loud slurrrrrps! with no shame. There’s no rhyme or reason to the way he’s eating you out, just a feasting of clear desperation.
Blood rushing to your head, you do your best to wring out his release — bobbing up and down on one cock and tugging on the other, using your spare hand to fondle his balls.
Sukuna growls, the vibrations tickling your clit.
Salty cum floods your throat. You choke on the sudden orgasm. Despite the fact that he already came, he continues thrusting his cocks, still hard and still throbbing with a vengeance. It’s clear he has no intention of stopping any time soon.
“Not even your used panty could get me through the separation,” he confesses angrily. You didn’t know he nabbed a panty but the admittance has you shuddering. “By the third day, I’d suck out all your juices off it and it no longer smelled like you. Useless woman.”
The image of him suckling on the dirty gusset for any semblance of your taste, of your scent, and warmth pulls at your heartstrings and your clit. He wasn’t revealing the truth to make you cum or to win back your favour after leaving you; he was simply getting it off his chest. Sukuna was never good at whispering sweet nothings, but this is his version of it.
“The source is so much better," he hisses at himself. “Sit on my face for eternity, woman. I command it.”
In a flash, you find yourself thrown down the bed you’d slept in alone for weeks. On your knees, your ass is spread wide, the breeze brushing past both of your holes. You pant. “S-sukuna…”
“Hush, pet. Allow me to have my fill of your taste for now, before I take you with my cocks.”
You don’t need to ask what he means by that because you feel it; his cursed mouth appearing on his stomach, tongue much longer and much wider than normal. It pokes and prods your asshole.
A whimper leaves your lips.
The damned thing laps up your entire ass, pussy and clit included. It’s tasting and drooling all over you, spreading wetness all around. Although you both know it’ll never fit inside any of your holes, it still probes your ass as if it could.
Hair wrapped around a fist, your back’s forced into a painful arch. Sukuna growls in your ear.
“Listen well, woman. I will never again be baited into parting from your body. I accept defeat, just this once, but I feel no shame in admitting I cannot last very long at all without your embrace. Bask in this small victory. That is my gift to you.”
Laughing, you respond, “That’s what I -ngh!- w-wanna hear. Good boy, Sukuna.”
He barks, sharp teeth just missing the shell of your ear. The entire bed shakes with yet another sudden release. It sprays out from both cocks, shooting thick cum onto the bed and some on your body.
SMACK!
Your ass cheek’s seared with the mark of his palm. You drool into the pillows.
Sukuna rasps, voice gravelly and hands trembling, “I dare you to say that again when you’re taking both my cocks.”
post-workout activities w/ husband!nanami / cw: idk he’s kinda (maybe in a hot way) gross in this loolll
the front door creaks open, your keys jingling when you pull them out the keyhole. nanamis form rises from the couch as you step inside, not wasting any time to come over to you.
“ken, i’m all gross, wait-“
he doesn’t care. his arms wrap around you, pulling you close to him, lips finding your neck, warm breath brushing against your skin. “missed you, mm.”
hands bracing his chest, you try to keep a distance. you’re all sweaty for god’s sake! nanami’s nose sifts through your hair, sniffing and nuzzling the musky scent.
“oh my god, you’re so gross.”
no retort, just pure infatuation from him. before you know it, you’re picked up off your feet and dropped (gently) on the couch. he’s more desperate this time. he’s trailing his kisses around your neck, barely masking the fact that he’s taking in your scent like a drug.
as he moves down, his nose nudges the crevice of your armpit, breathing in your scent. it’s potent, mixed with that sweet, powdery deodorant of yours. “missed you—“ *kiss* “—so much,—“ *kiss* “sweetheart.” groans escape his lips as he breathes you in. like he’s lost in you—drowning—and doesn’t want to be saved.
not wasting any more time to move down to the place he knows will have the most of your scent. that sweet, perfect cunt. as soon as he reaches it, he doesn’t bother taking off your gym leggings, his mouth goes through the motions as if he’d already wined and dined and undressed you.
making out with your pussy through your leggings, your hands gently grasping his hair. “ken, baby—hah—“ he looks up at you through his light eyelashes right before his eyes flutter shut. tongue nudging and prodding at your clit, his own hips rut against the couch. “good lord,” he groans.
his hands slide up the back of your thighs, pushing them up to get more room as he whispers against your cunt, “let’s wait to shower after the gym, ‘kay? wanna get my hands on you every time you smell like this.”
bulking szn for your husband nanami / cw: unrealistic physical changes / a/n: i’ve seen like 5 fics with this idea with toji so … here’s nanami
it’s no secret that your husband goes to the gym. thick, defined muscles from his shoulders and back to his calves and thighs. no amount of clothing can hide his physique. and now, when it’s time to bulk, he’s even bigger. a bit of pudge forms on his stomach, those muscles becoming less defined, and overall… he’s warmer. thicker and warmer like a huge bear when he cuddles you at night.
you make his meals for him too. garlic pasta, burritos, bagels stuffed with so much cream cheese it gets overstuffed. everything he wants. whenever cutting season comes, you dread having to make him high protein, low calorie meals. not because they’re hard, but because all that warmth and thickness goes away.
but you’ll savor it for now. especially now. now, when he’s got you deep in a tight prone bone, his thickened body nonetheless strong still, but more warm and heavy. his arms cage you in, the heat of his body causing your face to flush. not only is the rest of his body thicker, but so is his cock.
the sheer girth of it has you on the verge of tears. the way it’s stretching you has you convulsing around him, arching into the mattress, panting heavier than usual. “am i too heavy, sweetheart?” he asks, voice as gruff as ever, just how it always sounds when you’ve got him on the edge of coming.
you shake your head desperately. you want his weight on you. badly. “more—hngh, more, ken.” you feel his balls slap your clit when he goes deeper. you feel the throb of his cock when you tighten impossibly more around him.
he presses his forehead to the back of your head, trying to fuck deeper into you. you’re gripping at the sheets, whining and mewling for him like a cat in heat. he’s barely thrusting anymore, just rutting and chasing both his and your orgasm.
he needs you to cum for him first though, it’s the only way he can get off. the way you get when you squirt all over his cock, tears brimming your eyes, arms clinging to him. he craves it.
“come on, baby, cum for me. i know you need it.” the rasp in his voice pushes you impossibly closer to the edge. but that’s not what does it for you. what does is when he wraps his thick bicep around your neck, putting you in a headlock while he urges you to cum. it only takes a second before you’re cumming so much you think you might pass out, white vision and all.
as soon as you tighten around him like that, juices squirting out around his cock, he buries his cock to the hilt and cums with you, feeling an overwhelming desperation to breed you. “god—fuck, fuck—“ the rasp in his voice now serves as a broken groan.
of course, he has to reward all your great cooking with a great orgasm.
warnings. MDNI. NSFW 🔞mature content, throat fucking, Toji is in his late thirties, reader in college
Toji warned you he’d be rough when you finally convinced him to let you suck his dick. You didn’t understand why he was swerving every attempt at his cock in your mouth until now.
It’s as if the second his hefty tip bobbed over your awaiting— welcoming even— mouth, his eyes darkened looking down at you under him where you lay on the floor. Your face is aligned with his cock and he uses your throat like a pussy; like it’s just a very warm, wet hole and not your face. His knees are holding his weight on either side of your ribs while his hips deeply and repeatedly shove his long cock down your throat— no rutting bullshit where he’s mostly staying inside as he fucks it, no, they’re long strokes.
His eyes fucking roll, he’s pulling pulling his heavy meat out until the very tip is resting on the middle of your stuck out tongue, and then fully bulldozing his way through your tight throat canal to make way for his entire cock. It’s not too fast, but every grunting shove is followed by his saggy balls meeting your chin.
Some new age, college kid, bullshit song you adorably insisted was necessary for the ‘mood’ plays in the background as he rasps things like “Keep it open,” and nonsensical babbling like, “Little hole, this fucking little hole. Wet, tight, feels so fucking good.” And even though you’re struggling to be a good little cavity for him to get off inside, what feels like his praise is inflating your college girl ego to just fist the carpet to cope rather than tap out.
At first, he held up his upper body weight with his forearms, abs flexing, but then he starts losing to the gooey desire to be selfishly deeper inside of your inner canal. You practically gurgle when he drops his weight onto your face with a surrendering groan, somehow successfully pushing even deeper in, and his large hands move under himself to grip your skull for momentum— as if he would fucking need it.
“You’re not allowed to close it, don’t even try, gotta be opened, fucked open, open, again baby, again, again,” growling in that way only older men can, and you know he’s talking about the walls of your throat involuntarily attempting to close everytime he pulls his cock out just to invade back in and force it to make room for something that doesn’t belong that close to your esophagus. ‘Again,’ repeats gruffly on his tongue every time he forces you open and his cock goes down, down, down.
You almost blackout when cum finally throbs out of his tip because his natural instinct to breed takes over, shoving his cock as deeply as it can penetrate and his hairy skin suffocates you. A random song that you hadn’t anticipated even playing because it’s so far down in the playlist thrums through the room as he hisses, groans, and breathes harshly through his white hot pleasure. His hands on the back of your head make sure to keep you as close as possible, your entire face pressing into his skin the entire 30 seconds his orgasm lasts. Don’t worry, that’s actually one of the longest orgasms he’s had in years; he’s getting older.
And, oh, you’re so cute— he almost assumes you’ll swat his chest all cute and pout because he was so rough but you don’t. You stand in front of him on shaky legs and look up at him with those pretty eyes, seeking validation from the man that just wrecked the hole in your body that’s meant to be used to breathe, while you wipe your innocently trembling, puffy lips.
“Fuck,” he grunts at himself in breathy annoyance, adjusting his sweatpants with one hand while the other rubs briefly down his tired face. He’s about to tell you to be mad at him, to ignore him for a few days and pout even though you both know he’ll be back in your little dorm soon enough— but he doesn’t.
He sighs with a shake of his head, “You’re a natural, baby, did so good,” and drops a huge hand down onto the top of your head, patting it like you’re a cat. He’s being extremely gentle in his touch, but since he’s so strong, your head jostles a bit as he pets you— but you look as though you couldn’t be fucking happier, you almost whimper in pleasure.
He grunts a loud huff when your body collides with his, enthusiastically, and you wrap your arms around his body in a deep hug, rubbing your head into his chest like the sweet girl you are.
“Thank you,” you all but purr, and he blinks. You’re grateful. You probably made up this whole story— that he’d just been so nervous to be this vulnerable with you, always denying your attempts to give him oral because he’s shy— god, he feels like an asshole compared to a delusional angel like you. Honestly, you’re kind of right, he was nervous to fuck your throat the way he likes to, that he’d scare you away with his perverted natural instinct to abolish your throat. But Toji won’t admit that to himself, and would rather just tell himself that he’s just a bad guy.
But after that initial shock, he’s humming, soothingly cooing at you with his scarred lips to the crown of your head, a small smile on his face as he rubs up and down your back, your head, and your ass, your arms, squeezing every now and then— really fondling anywhere he can reach. His silent little thank you.
He feels a sort of maternal, protective instinct over you as he watches you cringe as you sip water, because you’ve still got that fucking gleaming doe look in your eyes— like you’d do anything for him. Poor thing, the liquid must rub your, now raw, throat wrong.
Later, he’ll hold you with your back to his chest, baggy shirt lifted to your tits, and rub your tummy for hours as you finish an essay or watch a movie, ignoring your shy questions on why and the way your body twitches and jostles at the sensation.
He doesn’t tell you it’s because you have his cum in your tummy, digesting, actively becoming apart of you. He’s proud that it’s inside you, proud of you, of himself for doing it— it’s akin to an animal, a lion that’s finally satisfied knowing it completed its one destiny to impregnate a female and procreate. His cum has reached its destination, even though, that’s not truly the case. That same strong primal instinct almost makes him shove you down onto that fucking warm tummy, optimal position for dominance, and start churning your pussy like butter until he properly inseminates. He doesn’t though, not yet.
He’ll settle for your stomach and when it finally processes through your body, don’t worry, he’s got a full supply waiting to replace it. His balls tighten at the thought.
You can hear the whoosh of Toji taking a piss in the en-suite bathroom.
You waltz over with a yawn and lean against the doorway, his big shirt dangling off your shoulder. Toji doesn’t bat an eye at your presence.
You tilt your head at the beautiful sight of your big man in nothing but undies, cock out. He’s not even holding his dick as he pees.
“You got a license for that thing?”
His stream is undisturbed, side glancing at you with a sleepy gaze. Minutes ago, Toji’s loud groan and the rumble of the bed as he sat up awoke you. It’s still dark out, the middle of the night.
“We this comfortable already?” He speaks like it’s more of a statement, making you shrug with much amusement on your face.
“I can’t watch you pee? You’ve literally been inside me.”
He turns back to idly stare down at his dick. “I have,” he agrees and scratches the side of his abdomen.
Toji notes that you often seem to bring that up, like it makes you happy to reminisce with him on that fact out loud.
Your bare feet lead you to stand right beside him with your hands held behind your back, facing the side of the toilet. You stare down at his cock, he briefly eyes you.
“You don’t hold your dick when you piss?”
Toji huffs and shakes his head at your ability to be silly after being woken up mid REM. “You havin’ fun, baby?”
You idly teeter on the tips of your toes, glancing up at his panty-dropping, lopsided grin.
You nod with a smile. “Yeah.”
“Mmm,” he hums, content with your blatant joy, glancing back to his dick. “Don’t have to,” he answers your question.
You lean down and get a closer look at his sparse black hair leading up to his bellybutton and veiny, dark-pink cock with a steady stream coming out of the little slit. It’s a monster of a thing, really, but it fits a man of his size.
“How are you not getting pee everywhere like a flyaway hose? Do a lot of guys not have to hold it?”
He snickers as his stream turns into dribbles. “What kind of force do you think I’m pissing with?”
You chuckle and shrug. “I don’t know how it works. I can’t even tell if you’re hard right now. Are you hard right now?”
A little smirk befalls his lips as he gives his dick a little shake and flops it into his underwear. He drops the lid and flushes. “Questions, questions.”
He stretches his arms overhead with a loud grunt before pushing into your personal space, purposely making you stumble. He leans down and presses a kiss to the side of your neck.
“You want it to be?”
You hold back a laugh and push at his chest. “Toji, wash your hands. You still touched the toilet.”
He snags his sharp canines on your neck to hear that little squeak before pulling away to face the sink with self-satisfaction.
“You didn’t even wipe,” you tease, hopping up on the counter with your feet dangling.
He side glances at you as he washes with soap. “Don’t need to.”
“But isn’t your tip all wet?” You cringe. “Your underwear is gonna get all— bleh.”
He dries his hands on a small towel, sighing. He tosses the towel and pushes in between your thighs, leaning over you.
“The only way my tip gets wet is when you’re in a good mood.”
You roll your eyes, smiling. “Shut up.”
He grabs your hand and slides it down his hard tummy to his clothed cock. It’s warm, hard, and thick.
“I’ll tell you everything you wanna know, baby. Feel hard?”
You swallow, lightly squeezing his dick as you eye it. “I don’t know, it’s squishy and kinda hard but I can’t tell.”
He hums, moving his hand aside to let you feel his cock up as you please.
“Morning wood keeps it just hard enough to point downward some. Enough to piss with no hands.” He hisses when your little hand caresses the sensitive underside of his tip, “Easy, baby.”
“Oh,” you mumble glancing up at him with gleamy eyes, “So holding it for you while you pee is off the table?”
His brows furrow a bit, amused. “That’s what you want?”
You shrug, curious caresses turning into an idle, but thorough stroking of his dick over his boxers. “Maybe just curious if you’d let me.”
“You’ll get piss everywhere.” He loosely holds one of your hips, rubbing his thumb back and forth, soothingly.
“What happens if you get really really hard in the middle of peeing?”
“Why would I get hard mid piss?” He licks the corner of his lips, abs lightly flexing when your hand gives a particularly proper stroke.
“Like— if I kissed the side of your dick while you peed.” You smile, playful and adorable. The two of you aren’t really acknowledging the fact that you’re basically giving him a handjob now, it’s slow enough to be more of a heavy tease anyway.
“Oh yeah?” He chuckles, butting his head into yours, softly. He loves the domestic intimacy of you and him in times like these.
“Yeah c’mon, hypothetically.” You nudge your head into his in return, eyes briefly fluttering shut.
He leans back with a heavy exhale, wracking his thoughts.
“Well,” he looks down at you, “I’d have to hold it down so I don’t water the ceiling. You might get wet, baby.”
“Your dick never points up when you’re hard though, it’s so heavy.” You bite your lip, smiling and leaning into his lips to lay a nice wet kiss. “But, I don’t mind getting a little wet.”
He nudges your thighs wider and pushes a large hand between your legs to cup your thinly clothed pussy. You softly gasp, eyes trained on his calm eyes and scarred lips.
“You wet right now? Seeing me take a piss get you all horny?” He gently strokes your warm slit. “My dirty girl want some ‘heavy’ cock now?”
Your eyes roll back as his fingers and voice work tingles up your tummy.
“Fuck,” you urgently yank his boxers down, making his weighted arm of a cock twitch like it just knows its favorite girl is ready to give it a nice, wet hug. “Okay, yes actually. I wanna fuck. No more playing, wanna feel you inside me.”
Toji’s head sags as he chuckles, patiently watching you yank your panties to the side and shimmy to the edge of the counter.
“Ah ah ah,” he stops you just as you’re lining his tip to your throbbing folds, “You sure? Might have some piss drying on my tip, sometimes it gets stuck in there and drips out. Thought it was— ‘bleh’?”
He grips your chin, tilting your head upwards. He exhales right into your face and presses his lips to yours. “You don’t want my piss in your pussy, do you, baby?”
“Shut the fuck up,” you slur, aggressively smashing your lips harder into his. He leans over you as you lick and lick into eachother’s mouths, truly indifferent to how sloppy it is.
“Jesus,” he laughs, not truly expecting you to be so eager when he’s teasing you.
You jerk your hips forward to the best of your ability and the tip of Toji’s cock penetrates your pulsing entrance.
You moan right into his mouth as Toji slams his hands down to grip the counter behind you, coping with the warm, smooth pressure of your insides. His jaw ticks with the pressure of clenching his teeth, groaning in his throat.
His hips jerk forward, forcing your deeper insides to make room for a whopping half of his monster cock.
“Oh fuck!” You cringe breaking your stringy kiss to slap and grip his chest. “Have to— to go slower, Toji, fuck.”
“Shhh,” he hushes you, nudging your head to the side with his face to mouth wetly at your neck. His hips make nice little thrusts to aid your hole in warming up to him.
“Gonna feed you the rest,” he warns into your ear in a raspy soothing tone, “you’ve got it. You’ve got it. Gotta do it quick, baby.” He knows it hurts less when he gets this part over with.
You gasp as he shoves the rest in, but the warm sturdiness of his hips pressing into the bottom of your thighs helps to calm you. You’re so full, it’s slightly cramping right above your bellybutton.
“Ahh,” Toji breathes, throwing his head down over your shoulder. His cock jumps inside you, happy to finally be completely encased in its warm home again. “Shoulda spread your pretty little legs earlier so I coulda saved up some piss for your sweet pussy as a thank you for being so fucking good. Want me to say sorry?”
He chuckles with that lopsided grin, waiting for you to slap his chest and scold him for being gross like he intended with such a fuck ass joke— but you don’t! In fact, it seems.. did you enjoy that?
Your back arches dramatically, letting out a loud, breathy moan with eyes shut in wonderland.
Toji lifts his head to eye you with a quirked brow, a little confused and slightly wincing when your insides clench so hard around his sensitive dick.
His eyes widen when you slap both hands onto each of his asscheeks and use all the force you can muster to force him to thrust forward, into you.
“Oh,” Toji says in amused, mild shock, but it quickly turns into a groan as you force him to fuck you.
He drops his head back and closes his eyes blissfully, letting you do all the work with your own hands and arms that must already be aching. It’s like you’re reverse riding him. It’s more of a subtle rocking since Toji is quite heavy, but it feels fucking good to be pushed in and out of that slimy gripping heaven between your legs like this.
“God, fuck, feels fucking good. Okay, I got it, I’ll do what you want, give you what you want. It’s okay, shh,” he soothes your frustrated whine as he finally begins to do the work, brutal jackhammers that make your body literally jerk up and down. Your legs and arms curl around his big back for any semblance of balance as you whine and moan for the sleeping neighbors to complain about later.
His brow is furrowed in concentration as his hips snap on and on, gripping the counter rather than you, which makes you look like a little flesh light that can manually hold on like a spider monkey.
He huffs as sweat falls down his brow, kissing your neck affectionately.
“Look at me, Toji. God, you feel so good,” you whine, making him pull away enough to look you in the eye. With a dazed expression, you connect your lips like second nature, but the kiss is more of a choppy rubbing of your lips at best due to his relentless humping.
“Thought of my piss in your cunt really got you going, huh?” he chuckles into your mouth, unable to resist teasing.
But again, he does not expect such a drastic reaction of obvious pleasure from his fucked up joke. Your eyes visibly roll all the way back and you shove your tongue across his lips and begin licking his cheek and jaw like a feral cat, moaning and clawing his back. You even start to fuck your hips down into his with every thrust, making the mean impact of his tip smashing into your cervix that much harder.
“Jesus Christ,” Toji huffs in disbelief, eye wincing at the pleasure you’re enforcing.
“Do you have a piss kink, baby?”
You shove his hand down to rub your clit with his fingers, head thrown back and the next second you’re—
synopsis. clark kent is eager to learn how to please you. his urges, however, may be holding him back.
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clark kent is relatively new to sex and isn't bad at it, really, but very uncoordinated and clumsy. he hasn't mastered pacing, smooth thrusts, knowing when to pull out, or where your g-spot is.
nevertheless, he is eager to learn because he wants to please you. badly.
so until he masters the female body and the art of lovemaking, he fucks you... like an animal.
he's looming over you, one hand braced on your thigh to keep it apart, while the other is wrapped firmly around his heavy, drooling cock to rub it back and forth on your plump pussy lips. control. yes, control. that's what he was practicing. he can't just shove it in all in one go, or it might hurt you. he has to go slow... he lines himself up with your hole, beyond nervous to push the thickest part of him inside, but he perseveres. clark has to, anyway. he has to please you and make you cum. that's his only goal for the night.
he doesn't want a repeat of a few days ago where he had you bent over and was pounding you while moaning like a whore, babbling about how wet and warm you were. he was sort of glad he'd finished fast. any more and he might've dropped an i love you by accident.
his flushed cockhead breaches you, pushing in slowly. clark's entire body jerks forward at the sensation of your cunt wrapping snugly around his tip, and his brain stalls for a moment. he can't help but shove deeper already. all the promises he made to himself of staying vigilant and fucking you nice, respectful and slow fly out of the window the second he's inside. helpless little noises bubble out of him, more whimpers than groans, and he lets go of his cock to shove more inside and use his now free hand to grab your other thigh, spreading you further.
"oh my gosh, m'sorry, sorry - feels, haa, you feel so-" he cuts himself off with a shamefully loud moan, his hips rocking without rhythm. little shallow thrusts because he can't stop testing the way you grip him, clench down, suck him deeper.
he drives his hips forward, suddenly urged to go harder and deeper to feel more of you. your back arches up, a surprised moan leaving you once he slams in all the way. his rhythm is so uncoordinated, just his big cock pumping into you too fast. the wet slap of his shaft inside you matched by the sharp smack-smack-smack of his heavy balls clapping into the dip of your ass.
"does it- nghh, does it feel good? am i- am i doing it right?" he asks frantically, his voice sounding uncertain even as he spears his cock into you and fills you to the brim. his mouth is hanging open, his breaths becoming loud pants as spit shines his lips because he can't remember to swallow.
you're too overwhelmed to answer, your thighs trembling from the sheer force of his thrusts. all you can do is whimper and moan, high-pitched sounds that spill out of you every time he bottoms out in a long, aching thrust. clark mistakes your silence for dissatisfaction, and panic shoots through him.
"oh no! m'sorry, am i...a-am i not-?" his words trail into a grunt when you buck your hips up for more. a mistake, because his thrusts snap harder. he thinks he has to fix it, has to push more and give you everything he has. the bed creaks beneath his weight as his pace speeds up and turns relentless, his cock battering against your insides forcefully. he thinks he's not good enough for you right now. he's not pleasing you, is he? he can't have that. he grabs both your breasts in each of his heavy palms, squeezing tight while his fingers roll over your nipples. he flicks and pulls them, hoping the added sensation will make you feel better.
as he pinches both your dusky nipples simultaneously, you cry out and your hands fly up to grab at his wrists, and that finally makes him sob out. "oh thank gosh. it feels good, yeah? tell me -please-" his whole body trembles with effort but he can't slow down. instead, he just ruts like a dog in heat. he's everywhere; he leans down so his chest is pressed heavy against yours, his forehead bumping into your temple because he can't hold himself up. his drool wets your cheek as he moans into your face before kissing you deeply.
you taste so good. his tongue, hot and wet, laps over yours, sucking at your mouth as clumsily as his thrusts. he doesn't know how to taste you and fuck you at the same time, but he refuses to stop either. his groans spill straight into your mouth as his cock continues pushing in way too deep inside you. the stretch makes you achy, but the pleasure overrides it. every thrust is sloppy and hard, his pelvis grinding against your clit one second and then missing the next, he's so unpredictable.
"y-you're squeezing me, baby," he gasps, "it's so good, have to make you feel good too-!". his hands don't know where to go. he gropes your tits again, then slips down to your waist, then back up to your throat where his thumb brushes against your pulse. his forehead presses to yours, sweat dripping from his hairline onto your skin.
clark's fucking you down into the mattress with these wild, uneven strokes that shove you up the bed inch by inch. every frantic pump of his hips knocks the breath out of you in squeaks and whines you can't swallow down.
he knows he's close. he can feel it already, the tightening low in his belly, the heavy ache pooling in his balls. however, he doesn't want to finish too fast and disappoint you, losing it way too fast before you do. his whole body is tense with the effort of holding back. his cock is throbbing too hard and you're clenching down so tight around him he can barely think straight.
then his cock rubs against it. that gooey-soft place inside you that makes you go; "oh my- oh, clark, right there!" he freezes for a half second, eyes wide. then he realizes he must have found something good.
"there. there? is that it? you like it there?" before you can even nod to confirm, he's hooking his arm under your leg, lifting it high, fumbling to shove it over his broad shoulder. at the angle change, his hips tilt, and suddenly his cock is grinding right into that spot again, again, again, with each frantic thrust.
"clark! fuck, it's too much-" you scream, and that sound shreds what little control he had left. his hips slam down faster to batter that spot relentlessly. clark ruts into you like an animal, desperate to keep wringing those sounds out of you and to make you gush and squeeze around him.
"don't stop makin' that noise, please, please- feels so good, you feel so good." his voice breaks on a whine as he pounds into you, every word interrupted by the sharp slap of his hips colliding with yours. "'m tryin', m'tryin' not to cum, i swear, but you're so -ah darn-" you keep milking him with your plush walls, and his muscles strain at the effort of holding his cum in just to last until you're there too.
your leg slides against his shoulder with every thrust, your toes curling by his ear. he turns his head to mouth at your ankle, kissing and biting on the sensitive skin there to try and keep it together. he's barely aware of anything except the way your pussy is sucking him in, drooling around his cock, so warm and wet that every stroke feels like it could be the one that undoes him.
and then, he feels your cunt seize, clamping down around him tight, so tight, squeezing around him like a vice. it hits him all at once, the gush of warmth slicking his cock, the way your walls flutter, the sound of you crying beneath him, and his eyes go wide. he twists his cock in you, curved length catching against more of your weak spots in an attempt to wring more out of you. he's buzzing at being able to make you cum.
clark can't hold it together. not with the gush of slick coating his shaft so every thrust sounds disgustingly wet. the second your pussy clamps down tight, he's gone.
his whole body jerks forward, cock twitching hard inside you. he shoves in deep, then he's spilling. hot, thick waves of cum flood into you pulse after pulse, his hips grinding down hard to push it deeper, and get you full of him. his cock is still rutting through the aftershocks, smearing his own release back and forth into you.
he tugs you up and pushes your arm around his neck, making you hug him before he drops his body back onto yours. then he's grinding and jerking his hips even as cum bubbles around the base of his cock and leaks down to your ass. seems like he wants to cuddlefuck you for the next round. how sweet.
nanami is ashamed of what he does when you’re away from him. Whether it’s because of work, hanging out with your friends, or anything else that involves you being away from him. He gets so pent up, so frustrated and horny that he becomes damn near impossible to control. He barely makes it through door, khakis tight around his dick, hoping to come to home to his wife who he’s been missing a little too much. Except he’s greeted with a note you left on the table:
“Went out with Shoko and Utahime be back in a few! Love you! <33”
He groans in annoyance, not because of you, but because of his overwhelming horniness. This entire week he’s been thinking about pounding your cunt, imagining his cum leaking out from your pussy, but of course work always keeps him just long enough to tire him out. So, he storms to the bedroom, fingers fumbling with his belt, pulling his tie loose, nearly ripping the buttons off his dress shirt. He feels like he’s going to explode if he doesn’t cum right now.
He’s digging through your drawers, reaching for your panties, sniffing them deeply. He falls back onto the bed, moaning softly as he strokes his cock, not even fully undressed because he couldn’t care less if he makes a mess of himself. Pre cum oozes from his tip each time he squeezes around the base, making sure to gather the slick with his thumb.
“I can’t take it—hah—sweetheart, please forgive me,” he mumbles to himself, he sits up on his knees, reaching for his pillow, folding it to make a crease, sliding your panties between it. “What am I doing?” He asked himself, a wave of embarrassment rushing through him before he couldn’t deny himself any longer. He slowly slid his throbbing cock into the crease of the pillow and your panties, a blissful sigh escaping his lips.
He loudly gulps, eyes fluttering shut as he snatches your pillow, laying it beneath him as he grips it, the scent of your shampoo filling his lungs. He slowly moves his hips back and forth, muffled moans being swallowed by your pillow. “I miss you so much, sweetheart—fuck!” He moans, humping the pillow faster.
His mind can’t help but imagine you beneath him, hearing your pretty moans and whimpers in his ear as he fucks you slow and deep, hitting at the spots that make your eyes roll back. It’s like he can feel and hear you, inhaling the scent on your pillow which only drives him crazier, hips moving on their own. “Always take my dick so well, don’t you? You drive me insane—oh my god!” He grips your pillow, muscles bulging against his work shirt. He moans loudly, imagining your legs wrapped around his waist, your nails scratching down his back, the way you feel when you cum around him. He swears he can hear you crying out his name.
His orgasm is building up fast, sweat clinging to his skin as he tries his hardest to hold back, but it almost like his body is moving on its own, as if you were right there with him. “You feel so fucking good,” he groans. “I can’t stop—fuck—I can’t stop,” he heavily pants against the pillow. “You gonna let me cum inside, sweetheart? Yeah? Thats a good girl, take it, baby—ah! Fucking take it! Hah! Shit! I’m cumming!” His jaw falls slack, hot, thick ropes of cum messily coat your panties and his pillow, though to him, it’s much more than that. His hips stutter with each movement, trying to catch his breath as he comes back down to earth.
He lazily smiles against your pillow, slowly pulling out, lying flat on his back. “What did I just do?” He runs a hand down his face, looking over to the see the mess he had created, ruining a cute pair of your panties in the process. And almost as if you were watching him, his phone starts ringing, your picture popping up on screen.
“Hey, sweetheart.” He sits up, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
“Hi, Ken! I hope you saw my note! I just wanted to let you know I’m on my way back home.” He could hear the smile in your voice.
“Wonderful. I hope you had a nice time with Shoko and Utahime today,” he spoke, grabbing your panties off the pillow, hanging them off his finger as he inspected them.
“I did! Did you do anything fun or different today? I know you worked and stuff.” Oh little did you know about your husband.
“You know, I did actually.” He pauses. “I missed you so much today and I thought about you so much, that I just fucked a pillow from below imagining it was you. I ruined one of your panties sweetheart, and the pillow, but I’ll buy you some more don’t worry,” he casually spoke. While on the other end you tried your hardest not to choke on the drink you were sipping on. “I’ll see you when you get home, yeah? Drive safe. I love you.”
The reason was the weight gain from your birth control, and you decided it was your husband Kento’s fault. After all, you were on it because of him.
And no sex until you got back to your ideal weight. That’s what you said.
At first, Nanami accepted it like the mature adult he is. Preparing lighter meals for you, serving fruit instead of sweets, making you tea.
But as time went on, some noticeable changes appeared in Nanami’s behavior.
He wakes up hard almost every morning and gets up as if everything were normal, his temper slightly sharper — not with you, but with the little things in the day.
He takes colder, longer showers, and when you change in the same room as him, Nanami withdraws.
He was trying to be mature about your decision, but he was still humanly frustrated.
But today, was definitely the last straw for him.
“Sweetheart, I don’t want to pressure you about the decision you made… but I feel like I’m being punished for a sin I didn’t commit.”
You’re sitting on his lap on the couch, your faces so close you can feel his breath.
His large hands trail up the bare skin of your thigh that your pajamas don’t cover. “I know this is your choice, but I really don’t see any problem with the way your body has changed.”
“But, Kento…”
“Your body hasn’t stopped being beautiful, it’s just… changing. You know how sexy that is?” He furrows his brows. “Every curve of yours… every single line drives me crazy. And right now… it’s driving me even crazier.”
Nanami lets out a heavy sigh, “I'm trying to be good, but it gets harder every day. Especially when I have you like this on my lap. My cock aches for you.”
His lips approach yours “You're stunning. Don't be that mean with your man... I'm feeling so lonely these days.”
You bite your bottom lip, trying to stay away from temptation but at that point it was impossible. “I'll confess, I missed you too, Ken”
Wasting no time, Nanami's free hand grabs the back of your neck, leading you into a needy kiss.
This man is hungry. The way he kisses you, his tongue entwined with yours, the way he squeezes your skin enough to leave you marked, the damn way he mumbles like he's been suffering all this time (he's been)
flap. flap. flap.
Now, on the couch, Nanami Kento is fucking you in mating press. Stocking up his hard cock, needy and quickly into your tight, gummy walls, while his headcock kisses your cervix.
“Haa-ah! A-are you feeling, honey? My cock throbbing 'cuz he missed being inside your cream pussy so much.”
Your eyes are rolling back, your mouth trembling, trying to recover from the second orgasm.
“Y-yes baby, I'm feeling you- aah!”
Suddenly, a different feeling comes up inside you. Different from the last two times “Shit- i'm gonna make a mess. S-stop it.”
“Is that a squirt, baby?” the mischievous smile on Nanami's face widens.
“Nggh- yeah I-I think so...”
“Good. Make it all over me.” the pace quickens even more, just to see you squirt.
“Kento?!! B-but the couch?” Nanami buried his face in your neck, your legs getting more and more pressed against your body as the thrusts getting deeper "I'll clean this up later, haah- relax."
"Fuck ken! aaahh- it's coming- nnnngghh!"
"Yeah fuck- smear me with your juice!" Kento keeps thrusting, while your body contracted in spasms and expelled fluid onto his husband's abs.
“Damn… three times in a row? That’s insane.” you sigh, giggling “Let's clean that mess-” You try to get up and compose yourself, still in mating press.
“No...” Nanami's face starts rubbing on your shoulders “Let's go another round, darling, please. I can't pull out. I need more. One more time.”
You look at him, seeing the begging, needy man that your sex ban has created, while your sweet cunt is cockwarming him.
“Okay, just one more time”
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ABOUT ME
hi guys, I'm Bechamel and originally i don't speak english (but im learning) so if there is any word that doesn't make sense, you can let me know (｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡
