thank you sm friend! i love him so much i want to live between his heart and lungs sooo bad idk what this is im feeling Lustful.
yes yes yuuji in those sickening tight white undies. i feel like perhaps he bought them by mistake and only wears them when heâs out of his usual boxers. super tight, hugging the slender curve of his waist and perfectly outlining his girth even though itâs tucked away. you can clearly see whenever he leaks through them because the thin white fabric stretched over the meatiest parts of him barely conceals anything. a darkness patch at the seam always gives yuuji away.
heâd be kind of embarrassed about them, constantly adjusting himself around you, shifting because his balls are practically bursting through the threads. if youâre roommates or best friends, youâve definitely seen them in the wash or the laundry you do together and he always snatches them up with blatantly obvious red cheeks because theyâre stupidly small for him.
and for a while, you think that yuuji really is that small.
until you hear the way his short-term flings cry his name in bed like itâs the only prayer they know. until you start listening out for the quiet, whimpering praise he offers them when they take all of him so well, inch by inch like good girls.
one girl stops you by the fridge one morning, yuujiâs shirt clinging to her curves and covering the fingerpad shaped bruises on her hips. âi donât know how you live with him without jumping his bones,â sheâd giggled, reaching for your milk. âheâs got the whole package, you know?â
you start looking at itadori a little differently. your eyes fall from his face to his print when you greet him after work or in the mornings when heâs back from the gym â attempting to discern the type of underwear heâs wearing based on what shows through his sweats. and youâve always been touchy with each other, youâre friends and heâs great for cuddles, but now when youâre relegated to his lap during movie nights with fushiguro and his girlfriend, todo and nobara, oh! and maki and yuuta â you can feel the difference in his girth pressed against every time he shifts.
when heâs got those little tight boxers on that struggle to contain his hard on. the one you both ignore.
itâs one of those same movie nights where you cross boundaries for the first time. nobara stays over, too drunk to go home and be on her own, so you offer up your room and hunker down with yuuji because todoâs got the couch this time. in the mix, you some how manage to convince your pink haired roommate that you sleep better when heâs around. not just because he sleeps naked, you know this â youâve been waiting on it just to see if the rumours are true.
yuuji scratches the back of his neck sheepishly with a soft blooming blush as you undress for bed and you try not to be obvious when your eyes trace the hardlines of his body right down to his crotch. those stupid tight white boxers you canât seem to ignore now.
âsorry, know itâs a lot.â because you keep staring and he keeps twitching underneath the fabric and you have no idea how to tell him heâs making your mouth water. âi can put some sweats onâ?â
youâre all too eager when shake your head no. âi-itâs your room. sleep however youâre most comfortable!â
naturally you end up snuggled with itadori in bed. surrounded by him. an excuse to be close. yuuji in nothing but those evil little boxers and you in morning but his shirt. your face in his neck for safety from the horror movie youâre watching and his arm loose around your waist. and you really canât help it, when his cock is sitting there all fat and heavy and weepy, kicking because the air in the room is against his feverish skin â your fingers dance down to the waist band playfully at first. youâre touchy. friends do this⊠but then they hit the sinful swirl of his pink happy trail and everything shifts.
lust starts to bubble within your eyes, usually so sweet and innocent. you just have to know if he feels as big as he looks in them.
yuuji exhales shakily. not looking at you. âyouâre not watching the movie, are you?â
a hint. a chance. you take it. âcan i touch it?â your ask is a breathless whisper â as light as summerâs breeze and barely there. like a figure in the night. touch him, rub on him, do everything youâve been thinking about for months.
heâs already straining, clenched at the abdomen to keep himself from cumming from the friction against his inner seam. yet he grows under your inquisitive attention, throbbing in a dull rhythm that calls up your greed as though it were following the beating lull of a sirenâs song.
yuujiâs cheeks glow warm in the dimness, a rose tinted flame in the dark. he swallows. âif you wanna⊠j-just be careful, yeah?â
thatâs all it takes.
his head tips back in a filthy shameful moan â pink hair askew like the flutter of petals â and his throat bobs as he swallows down a flurry of curse words once your hand slips past the waistband. your grip curiously stretches the tightness of boxers as your tiny hand wraps around his fat girth. sticky, pulsing with arousal, prominent veins forming indents in your palm.
âyou feel so big, yuuji,â your nose brushes his pulse point with the same gentleness you would with your lips for a kiss. itâs as if youâre trying to inhale his life force, tuck yourself impossibly closer. he feels swollen in your hand, cock beating as unsteadily as his heart, and he oozes premature white into the crevices of your finger prints. âsensitive too.â
ânngh, i know,â whilst itadoriâs hips jump without his control and forces his length through your first, the weight of his crown drops to yours. the two of you share a view, your slippery hand in his near-see-through boxers doused with slick and precum beading from his sappy mushroomed tip. âs-sorry, fuck. âm just so hard and youâre so pretty and you smell so good.â he admits to you quietly in a high pitched whine, like a secret exchanged between two lovers at a rendezvous point. for your ears only. no one else gets to know how wrecked you have him.
the bulbous head of his cock is raw and red, shiny, as it peaks out from the elasticated band of his boxers â only because youâve stroked him to full hardness. he no longer fits in the fabric. you thumb him there in comforting circles, spreading his arousal in the same manner that drool spreads across your tongue.
long, dark lashes flutter against your forehead like angelâs kisses and you squeeze around every inch that slides through your hold â sharing airy moans the more yuuji leaks against your tight knuckles. âyou could make me cum like this, y-yâknow? in my boxers like a â fuck â like a teenager,â yuuji stutters, chasing words that donât make sense on his tongue. hips running after the solace your soft strokes. âmakes me feel so filthy, but iâve been waiting for you. t-to notice? how badly iâve wanted it to be you touching me like this. iâd do anything for you. anything, baby girl.â
his honesty turns and twists your guts into feverish knots.
âthen will you?â you purr artlessly. eyes on the string of drooly white leaking from his sensitive tip. âwanna see how much you cum too.â
âgod yes, i can cum. iâll cum for you. just â!â yuujiâs large hand slips around your wrist and he guides you. helps you tug on the parts of his dick that make him gargle and struggle for breath. he bucks upwards, chasing pleasure and the heavenly solace your fist has to offer. âthatâs it, just like that. make me cum, been waiting for so long.â
youâre in awe of it all. the ripple of his abs as he thrusts, the way moans coil in between the letters of your name as they leave his lips. you touch yuuji like you were made for it, jerk him off as though it were instinct. squeezing him every time his hips draw back, circling his tip over and over in languid runs of your thumb around the world.
he takes that as a sign, permission to let go of the unravelling knot heâs been trying to hold together since first laying beside you. on instinct, like his body knows nothing else, he squeezes you tight against him â cheek smooshed against your crown, shaky loud and whimpers in your ear that have your own underwear damp and he snaps.
like a twig with little resistance to pressure.
âoh my god â baby, shit!â
yuujiâs release is sizeable, viscous like lava flow as it rockets hotly up his abdomen and pools amongst the ridges of his abs and belly button. white against gold. his underwear is positively soiled all the way through, crude stringy cum gathering amongst his balls and your wriggling fingers as you jerk him through his high. where his back bows towards the ceiling as though the heavens have come to collect his sweet soul and his thighs shake like his foundations are unsteady.
and even after all that, all the ropes of hot white that hit his skin â heâs still hard and swollen, monstrous in size that suddenly dawns on you as yuuji rolls you onto your back. landing on top.
his shoulders, as they heave, block out the glow of the movie playing behind him â crowding you against the pillows, acting as a shield to hide you away from the world and you feel him heavy against your tummy. cold with slick but heated with arousal at the same time.
your roommate grins, buzzing and slow. âhow many inches is the biggest dick youâve ever taken?â
âi donât⊠know? iâve never measured?â you squeak, suddenly flushed with a delicious mix of horniness and fear. âwhy?â
yuuji clicks his tongue then, big hand sliding up your face to cover your mouth â his free one guiding his erection between your now parted thighs.
âjust wondering, how much of me youâll be able to take tonight.â
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â¶ïž Acts of Service (starring . qifrey the witch)
synopsis . Trying to coax your usually gentle partner into fucking your throat whilst giving him head. content . afab!reader, somewhat established relationship, oral sex (m!receiving), dirty talk, face fucking, pet names, brat taming, praise, sadism, etc.
author's note: i need him so bad like pls. anywho, answering this request (kinda lol). banner from: âKubitsuri Danshi to Nikushoku Joshiâ
âY-Yes, down your throat now. Oh my-, just like that. Perrrfect.â Qifrey couldnât help the words that floated out of his mouth, a hand grasping at the top of your head tightly enough to reveal veins against his skin.
He tried not to buck his hips too much almost every time you sucked him off but it was difficult not to when your head was bobbing so vigorously, letting his twitchy tip kiss ân cling to the very back of your throat. He told you he had a stressful day, so all you wanted to do was relieve some of that stress for himâeven though he typically advises against doing so adamantly.
Youâve no idea why heâs so keen on remaining stressed and pent up. Nor do you understand how the man goes on and on about how much he hates water and all things wet, yet heâs throbbing against your flattened tongue the moment you stick it out for him.
His wishes aside, all you longed for was to see that other side of him he tried so hard to keep hidden from those most dear. Though, Qifrey had a way of hiding all intimate parts of his personality from those he treasured most.
With the sole exception of sex, of course. While it did relieve some amounts of stress, it most certainly was too satisfactory of an act for him to indulge in with just anyone.
Which is where you come inâhis pretty lilâ partner.
âCan you-, hahhh⊠p-possiblyâfuckâslow down, my love?â Qifrey tried to warn you, his fingers taut atop your head as his the muscles in his thighs tensed and his desire to buck his hips upward increased. And yet, you merely lifted your gaze up to meet with his and then began to bob your head up ân down even quicker. âN-No, not faster. I-, hnngh.â
The hold he has on you suddenly steels and your eyes widen as you realize youâre hardly able to move. Qifreyâs mentally apologizing for the way he begins to thrust up into your mouth and push your head down to meet with each one.
âI cannot maintain my composure when you suck on me like that,â He huffs, lashes fluttering whilst his pretty face twists up in pleasure. Then heâs tilting his head to the side and casting a half grin down at you, âFuuuck, you made me do this, yâknow. S-Staring at me like that⊠god, you look so gorgeous with my cock in your mouth.â
You felt your thighs clamp together tightly in an attempt at soothing the sudden ache his words spurred from your body. You werenât sure if he realized it or not, but this was all you really wanted from him.
âYeah? You like that, do you?â Sweat begins to build up against the smooth planes of his skin and heâs nearly irritated by it. So much so that he finally slips up and drops that gentle, kindhearted act of his, âOh, I bet you do.â Your lips smooch down against his swollen base as he holds you in placeâthe faint tuffs of a white happy trail tickling your skin. âTell me then, tell me how much you like having your mouth properly fucked. Come now, let me hear it.â
âMmmph!â You mumble around him, batting your eyes up rapidly at him.
Qifrey chuckles. He did quite enjoy it when you tested him, and that feeling only doubled down when he saw you like this, âStill putting forth your best efforts even whenânngh⊠y-your mouth is all full of me. How cute.â
Your partnerânever boyfriend, for reasons youâre entirely unsure ofâgains that different shaded glimmer in his eyes all of a sudden. You relish in the feel of his dick drooling something pleasantly nasty down your throat and he seems to be delighted by the sight of it. That, and the sexy way in which you squirm in between his legs like you wanted him to be meaner to you or something.
âSlow, my love.â He tried to warn you, tried to apply pressure to your head and steady how quickly you sucked at his cock. âS-Slow down, Iâm close.â
His voice was so delicate even as his orgasm approached and you found yourself moaning around his shaft as his tone wavered and pitched in reaction.
Then your hands met his legs and you gripped at him, lifting your gaze back up and swirling your tongue across every reachable vein he had to offer you. He wanted you to slow down again, but just like the last time, you refused to do so and proceeded to suck faster ân harder.
Things click for him right then.
âAh? You want me to⊠oh.â His cock was throbbing all against the constricting walls of your throat and he knew you felt it. Even so, you still swallowed him in deeper and ignored how gags threatened to interrupt your actions. Qifrey found himself grinning, âYouâd like to swallow it, would you?â
Naturally, you nod.
The witch before you was many, many thingsâbut a complete pushover for you was not one of them. If you were going to actively disobey his orders of slowing down just to get what you wanted, then he was going to only allow your desires to come forth on his own terms.
Which is exactly why he holds your head as he pushes himself up to stand. You try to pull back as if you needed to breathe but your mouth is rapidly clogged by the length of his cock pushing forward in one, mean thrust.
His balls smack against your chin and he feels you whining around him as he grunts, âNaughty girl.â Qifrey readjusts his hands to the sides of your pretty face before letting out a soft sigh. Though, his calming exhale was rather opposite to the vicious look in his eyes as he began having his way with your mouth, âI do hope this-, hah⊠satisfies your fantasies well. Mmgh.â
You somehow gain the bratty nerve to try and wiggle your head away from his steeling grip and he seems to find that most humorous.
Cocking his head to the side and narrowing those rude eyes at you, âStillâkeep still,â He groans, rolling his hips forward more thoroughly so that you could feel each inch of his cock twitch around your mouth. To his surprise, you manage to stop your squirming, and for that he smiles and says, âGoooood. Now swallow.â before cumming directly down your tongue.
When he soon pulls out of you, heâs left to watch gallops of saliva and his cum string between his tip and your lips. The sight shouldâve been seen as disgusting, given how wet and sloppy it was. And yet he was still hard, still twitching in front of your face even as he panted to catch his breath.
It really was unfair how gorgeous of a partner heâd obtained.
He couldnât help but want to fuck every drop of his frustrations out into youâespecially when you were peering up at him with those glossy eyes of yours, looking as though you wanted to go again and again until he had his fill of you.
You move to wipe at your mouth, âQifrââ
âActually,â Heâs cutting you off rather sharply, taking his dick into one hand and shuddering from the sensitivity of it before his feet shift his body closer to you. Then his other hand finds the top of your head and heâs glaring at you like youâre nothing more than some toy for him to make use of, âI quite enjoyed that.â
You blink once.
Qifrey had a tendency to focus on your pleasure most days, claiming that doing so is most enjoyable for him too. But you knew there was another side of him he wasnât showing you quite yet, and apparently this was it.
His fingers disappear into your hair and his palm is nearing the back of your head. You knew he was about to absolutely ravish your throat based on the way he was holding onto you.
âLetâs go again, shall we?â Serves as the only warning from his plush lips. Then you watch him move his hand from his dick and to your jaw, tipping your chin up before he swipes a thumb over your cheek in awe. He hates water but it would be quite the sight to see it falling from your face all because of him, âPreferable until youâre crying⊠and after that, youâll keep quiet about this. Understood?â
Qifrey had to make sure your silence was a given these days, seeing as youâd created a small habit of hinting at the intimate nights you experienced with him. And to make those matters worse, heâd found out that you shared these vague details with Olruggio of all people.
Hence why youâre pouting, âNot evenââ
The witch cuts you off by nudging the hardened edges of his cock in between your lips all unevenly, letting his shaft gloss over your wiggly tongue and deep down into the back of your tracheaâeasily causing you to gag.
âYou will tell no one about this.â He orders, yanking your head back so that only your lips are left to quiver around his tip, âNot a soul. Now nod if Iâm understood.â
Obediently, you do.
Then his cheerful grin returns, despite that darkened look remaining present in his eye. âGood girl.â
⥎ utterly whipped gojo forcing you to praise him during sex [kinda a pt 2 to this ? ] ⥎ didnât even touch word count
heâs balls deep in you, and yet of course heâs still spouting stupid bullshit.
âiâm doing good, right baby?â he moans (moreso whimpers), still thrusting in that half-romantic half-what itâs actually supposed to beâa hookupârhythm. his normally porcelain cheeks are completely flushed, his cool white hair falls in his face, some strands sticking to his forehead glistening in sweat.
âiâwhat?â you manage to say, still out of breath from how heâs fucking into you with his unfairly big cock. every perfect ridge and vein of it is dragging against your walls as he thrusts in and out of your sopping cuntâthough youâll deny how wet you are because of how large gojoâs ego will be if he knows he actually arouses you.
âsay it.â he pouts above you, gripping harder on your shoulders heâs deemed a perfect leverage point in you to help with his strokes. âsay iâm doing good⊠please?â his blue eyes pleading to you like a puppy dog.
âgojo, iâm not fucking doing thââ he shoves all the way back in and stops his thrusts. you moan without even meaning to from the sheer amount of girth being stuffed in you. he juts his lower lip out further, clearly upset by your answer.
âcâmon,â he looks physically pained as he restrains himself from continuing his thrusts. âjust say it and iâll keep fucking you.â he whines out, sounding a lot more weak and less intimidating than he thought he would.
you breathe out. you know heâll hold on to this for the rest of the foreseeable future but youâre close anyway. youâll come then kick him out like always and if next time he keeps mentioning it, youâll just stuff his face with your pussy.
âyouâre doing so good, gojo.â you moan out in a shaky voice.
he moans, loudly, near pornographic, and he gets back to thrusting immediately, except he seems more motivated. his strokes are fasting and more like heâs trying to impress you. his sounds are more desperate and huffy than before.
he reaches around your waist to hug you closer and shove his face deep in your neck, right below your ear.
âhaaah, fuck, babyâsay iâm the best youâve ever had, please.â
âmm, god, gojo youâre the best iâll ever fucking have.â he cries out. cries out and actually cries. tears start streaming down his pale face and cupping along your neck and collar bone where heâs found solace. heâs breathing like heâs just run a marathon.
unwantedly but admittedly, you say this next one yourself. itâs almost like youâre starting to⊠like him. ew.
âsuch a gâboy for me, satoru.â he nuts. immediately thick cum oozes into your pussy, spilling out from how overstuffed it already is with his girthy, oversized, genetic lottery winning cock. his whole body shakes and shivers while he releases, still trying to thrust so you could finish like the good boy he is.
unfortunately he forgets heâs not god and ends up overstimulating the hell out of himself by the time he gets you to cream by his thumb pressing along your clit.
he brings his head up, covered in sweat as heâs still shaking from the feeling of nutting the hardest he ever has.
he looks nearly completely out of it before his lips curl into a smirk. âyou finally called me satoru!â and then heâs attacking your lips and shoving his tongue so far down youâre throat like heâs wasnât just near seizing from cumming.
âShhhhh.â Tojiâs voice is dangerous. Low. His chin was hooked into the crook of your neck - and youâre getting pushed back down, down, dooooown his-Â
âOh myâŠâ Your mouth waters, weak arm reaching out to grasp the edge of the futon.
But Tojiâs guiding it to his shaggy salt-and-pepper hair. Making you tug. Making you wrench.
His other palm - calloused after what you assume to be countless years of training his Heavenly Restriction - comes up to plaster over your mouth. âUnless ya want them to hear.â He mutters, referring to the council of elders seated behind the sliding doors.Â
You knew it was part of the ceremony: to make sure that you and the older clan leaderâŠaffirmed your new union.
An arranged marriage, of course. The marriage of the century in jujutsu societyâs highest circles.Â
But even after a lavish wedding, and an even more lavish title suited to you, you still couldnât believe that you were married to Zenin Toji.
Perhaps expected considering that the two of you had met just a few weeks ago; youâd announced to your council that you were ready for marriage. And theyâd then presented you with a list of all the potential candidates for husbandâevery eligible bachelor from the Kamo clan to the rather obscure Fujiwara clan. The list had gone on and on with their names and ages.
And at the very end youâd spottedâ
Zenin TojiâAge: 38 (once divorced).Â
As soon as the elders had noticed you focusing on that one name, theyâd dismissed you with a nervous chuckle. âOh, thatâs just Toji. Ignore him, heâs just there out of obligation-â
âBut why would I ignore him?âAnd that had effectively shut them up.
Although what you really wanted were more answers.
Toji.
Toji.
Most of the other candidates ranged across their twenties, and they were names youâd heard of in mere passing during those stuffy clan functions. Toji, however, was beyond that age range and once divorcedâand youâd heard of him almost too well. You knew him without ever knowing him.
Youâd heard of the newly-appointed Zenin clan leader as he fought against every single elder to claim his rightful title as head - the first one sinceâŠever without a speck of cursed energy.
Youâd heard of the terror of the Zenin clan - or so they whispered - who could bring down battalions with a single swipe of his cursed weapons. He didnât need cursed energyâand what they feared above all was the power of raw humanity underneath it.
ButâŠyouâd also heard of the merciful man. The first Zenin clan leader to grant his wife a divorce when she wished for it, thus leaving him printed once more upon a paper listing jujutsu societyâs bachelors.Â
Leaving him impressioned in your mind.
Zenin Toji was an enigma you wanted to understand.
And you laughed at the expressions upon your eldersâ faces as you announced that the sole candidate you were interested in was none other than the notorious Toji. You could count on one hand how many had readily agreed to your union with the older manâand that would be exactly zero fingers.Â
However, the meeting had proceeded as tradition dictated. Your council of elders reached out to the uptight council of the Zenins - and theyâd reached out to re-confirm thrice that the man you were really looking for was Toji. Wasnât he much older? Wasnât he fearsome? Wasnât he difficult to understand?
You waved off their worries and met him over a fragrant tea ceremony.Â
To be quite honest; there wasnât much talking between the two of you - although the Zenin elders kept up a constant stream of chatter with the elders of your own family. Meanwhile you simply looked at Toji over the rim of your ceramic cupâandâwatchedâ
And he met your gaze just as intensely.
By the end of the tea ceremony, you nudged your elders to proclaim your approval for a union.
And Toji nodded his own approval.
The wedding preparations were accomplished in a week. It was a wedding for the history books - you heard that your council of elders were pushing to get it written in already - and it ended off with a lavish banquet that lasted into the long, long hours of the night.Â
As sunlight started seeping into the horizon, you and Toji got up from your seats at the head of the table. And you made your way to the master bedroomâwhere rows upon rows of elders sat outside in preparation for the consummation.
They were here to hear you-
âFuck.â You canât stop the sudden whimper that escapes you at the feeling of Toji hiking up one of his muscular thighs. He still had his wedding robes on - dishevelled upon his frame, the graze of expensive Zenin cotton nâ silk makes you shiverâ
And as soon as you do, you feel one of his large palms settle at the base of your spine.
Toji keeps you pinned down - deliciously helpless - once he reaches that upright leg forwards and rests his heel atop your scalp. Stepping on your sweaty crown. Keeping you pinned in one place as he fucks you- with a sheer audacity that makes your jaw drop.
âCareful.â Tojiâs low tone trundles out. Youâre bent into such a shape that it makes his cock thicker- stretchinâ out your snug channel with a sultry squeeeelch! âKeep your mouth open like that and youâll catch flies.â
Leaning down as far as he could, he then spits.
âOr youâll catch me.â
A few more vicious strokes that leave you gaping.
A few more changing angles- Toji was the type to not just straightly thrust. He was stirring his cock âround in somewhat circular motions of his hips as he pummeled inside, managing to hit eeeeevery single nerve-ended spot inside you. âAnd- hah, and we wouldnât wanna explain that to those old toads, heh?â Asking you. And thenâŠnot you. âIsnât that right, fuckers?â
Thereâs restless murmuring from outside.Â
âW-well, maybe if youâfuuuuuck.â Just as soon as youâre mid-sentence - as though Toji had been waiting for this exact moment - he reaches forwards and slams! his ruddied tip into you hard enough that you can feel him in your damn throat. âFuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-âÂ
âLoud.â Scoffing. âThough I bet they already know whatâs happening- hah.â
You were in utter shambles.Â
Tojiâs cock was sensually curved towards the right - the perfect angle to spot those areas where you were most sensitive and stimulate them until you were crying. âY-youâre so shamelessâ!â
With a roll of his forest-green eyes, the clan leader crouches his body further forwards and accelerates his pace. His heel pressing down even harder.
With this position he had you in, Toji couldnât keep his palm glued to your drivelling maw anymore. And he was letting it aaaaaall outâthe more nâ more pretty moans that were leaving you, the more heâs speeding up his hips. Purposefully thumping his blushinâ red tip down your most precious spots.Â
And as if that wasnât enough, heâs using his free hand to sift apart your stuffy pussy. Pressinâ aside your folds and getting a good eyeful of your entrance - getting flooded with his rock-hard inches, and then emptied out for him to do it all over again. And again. And again and again andââAnd who was it that decided to marry me?â
You donât know whatâs hitting you harder: the shock of being called out, or the sudden wad of saliva that heâs spitting between your legs. âWellâŠmeâŠâ
Toji nods. âPretty young thing like youâŠfor what reason could you want to marry- me-â Every space between his words was punctured with a targeted strike to your g-spot. âMoney? Name? Power?â
Your headâs getting foggy - you donât even realize that youâre drooling before Toji looks down and tuts. He watches as a slick puddle formulates underneath youââDid you wanna marry this olâ clan leader for power, doll? Sâthat what you wanted?â
As much as you could, youâre shaking your head- difficult, given the way he still had the heel of his foot on you.
âNo? Then what?â Toji pretends to think. âHmmm, could it be that your clan elders pressured you into this, doll?â And just at that moment, he stops- even though it seems as if he wanted to say more. âIâll kill you all ifââ
It wasnât targeted towards you.Â
But youâre vehemently denyingââNo. No. Not at allâŠâ Sobs and sultry moans strangle in your throat, and your poor, poor hips are driving back into his as much as you could. âPlease- oh, I j-just wantedââ
âLet me think.â Now that heâd started his vigorous pace up again, your eardrums were crackling with the constant pap-pap-pap! of Tojiâs toned hips hitting yours. He was just so large - in every possible way, it was as though he was engulfing you with his massive body, with his shaft stretchinâ out your insides in ways youâve never experienced before. âIs it because- haaaaahâŠâ Toji breathes, the cloud of his heated breath wafting down your arched spine. âIs it because you knew that those other- boys couldnât fuck you as well as I could?â
Your jaw drops- âFuck.â
But it seems that Toji had found his footing. He drags you even harder against him - the ramming of your two bodies almost violently shaking the flooring beneath. âIs it because you knew that- mmm, this pussy would always be satisfied with me?â Whatever little jostling youâre experiencing at his movements, heâs considering it a nod. âIs it because youâd been greedy? Because youâve been yearning-â
Somehow, heâs tipping his head backwards and managing to perfect a stream of spit down onto your stuffed cunt.
â-for someone more mature. Someone that knows how to handle a pussy, doll?â Voice dipped in lust. âHave you been yearning for Zenin Toji to fuck you properly?â
âY-yesââ You pitch out softly. Sniffling. Seeing stars behind your eyelids. âToji, mâso closeâŠâ
âSo cum, then?â He snickers, as though it should be the most obvious thing in the world. âWhatâre you waiting for? Permission?â Leaning back and projecting his voice - though, not for you. âJust so yâknow, Iâm gonna make my wife cum.âÂ
âOh-oh my godââ The words crackle in your throat as a final bash to your syrupy-sweet spot leaving you careening into your high. Stars of pleasure burst behind your shuttered lids - and youâre dragged through wave upon wave of white-hot bliss.Â
It overtakes you like nothing youâve ever felt before.
And Toji was only more than happy to prolong them using his length. Hitting you right when your peaks were at their highest - and if you were in the right state, then youâd wonder how he even managed to time them - and making your veins feel molten within. Making you whimper and thrash into him. Thrashing and thrashingâfucked like youâve never been before through your orgasm.
Youâre so hazy afterwards that you barely even register the shuffling outside the bedroom - as the elders started making their way back to the banquet. Mission accomplished, you suppose.
And Toji takes his foot off your head.Â
âHaaaaah, fuck.â He hisses. âWant to give them an encore, my wife?â
You couldnât nod faster.
Before you know it, heâs tipping his head back and calling out - at the eldersâ
âGet ready for an encore, fuckers.â
⥠NANAMI KENTO - Parent-teacher DATING?!
âMs. TeacherâŠâÂ
Itadoriâs sweet, sweet voice breaks through your conversation with one of the parents; and youâre looking down to see him clasping one end of your flower-patterned apron. Pink brows furrowed. Chubby cheeks puffed. And how could anyone resist that face?
So throwing an apologetic smile at the parent, youâre leaning down slightly so that you could hear the little boy better. âYes, Yuji?â
He cups a hand over his mouth then leans in towards your ear as if to whisper. âI have a secret to tell you.â And he does not whisper.
Still, you bite back a giggle and ask. âOh, really? How exciting. Do I get to know that secret, Yuji?â
He nods.
Then leans in once more-
âMy papa has a big, big crush on y-â
âYujiâ!â
You didnât have to look up to see that it was none other than Nanami Kento, Itadoriâs father, pushing past a few gossiping parents and kids playing jumprope- heading in your direction. He quickly clasps Itadoriâs arm and gently tugs the boy away, âI am so, so sorryâI have no idea whatâs gotten into him-â Nanami pinches the top of his nosebridge with a sigh. âHe seems to have gotten it into his head that I have f-feelings for you, andâŠâ
You watch, almost astounded, as the ever-stoic Nanamiâs ears burn bright red.
âA-and I sincerely apologize if he made you uncomfortable in any way-â
âOh, no.â Youâre raising your hands up and fervently shaking your head. âHe didnât make me uncomfortable at all. Did you, Yuji?â
âYup!â Those tufts of pink hair atop his head bounce as he nods as well, beaming - happy to see that you were on his side, at the very least. He then turns back to Nanami. âI didnât make Ms. Teacher uncomfortable, papa. I just told her what you told me-â
âSunshineâŠâ Nanami grumbles, though with less panic in his voice this time.
And youâre biting back a smile as you look between the handsome father and his son; itâd been two years since Nanami had adopted Itadori, according to what the man had told you when heâd first enrolled the boy in Tokyo Jujutsu Elementary. Since then, youâve had the privilege of watching over the father-son duo as they become closer, as they found family in one another, as they opened themselves up to both the school and you.Â
And although you knew you shouldnât have favorites as a teacher - you canât deny that one of the best parts of your day was seeing the two.Â
Yes, the two.
It didnât quite help that Nanami Kento was the talk amongst the single ladies and men at pick-up. Tall. Tender. With his broad shoulders and his blond hairâalways slicked back, not even a single strand out of line.Â
Nanami was the type of man to hold doors open for students, other parents, and teachers alike - heâd happily stand there for half an hour as an entire grade passed by, if he had to.
Nanami was the type of man to not worry about what anyone thought of him as he let his energetic son paste stickers all over him, or use the play make-up heâd snagged from Kugisaki.
Nanami was the type of man to buy you a large bouquet of roses for Teacherâs Day- roses. And heâd apologized for at least fifteen minutes about not meaning any sort of innuendo, and heâd completely understand if you didnât want to take themâyouâd cut him off then nâ there by taking them with a gracious thank you. Even if others at pick-up shot you knowing smiles.Â
So could you blame yourself if you happened to form a crush on the man?
And hearing what Itadori had to say about it nowâŠ
âI wouldnât mind, yâknow.â You speak once youâd ushered Itadori to play with some of his friendsâFushiguro and Kugisaki had just been dropped off. And Nanami was still standing next to you, watching as his son scampered off after causing perhaps the most chaos heâs ever experienced in his life.Â
But ahâŠyour voice was low enough that it couldnât be heard by anyone around you two. Perhaps not even Nanami himself- but of course, he heard.
Of course, he heard.
He turns to you with widened eyes, âI uhâŠI- excuse me?â
You turn back to him with a grin, âHow about coffee sometime this week?â
âI have a better plan.â As soon as the first bout of shyness wears off, heâs clearing his crackling throat and answering you. âHow about dinner?â
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âFuck. Fuck. Fuh-fuck.â Nanami wrenches between clenched teeth. His hot breath sticks against the side of your throat; and every single puff makes your skin erupt with perspiration.Â
Which worked for himâit just let the movements between your two ravenous bodies proceed even faster, slipperier, sloppier. Nanami has you pressed flat against his neat mattress, in a bedroom that was humble and meticulously organized - and with Itadori at Fushiguroâs for a sleepover, the two of you could let those ancient bedsprings creak as much as they liked.Â
Nanami could fuck you as hard as you liked.
Heâs grinding that golden happy trail into your front; both palms pressed flatly atop your inner thighs to keep them open. To keep you stretched as faaaaar apart as you could goâbecause fuck- Nanamiâs cock was thick enough that he had to pin you down nâ squeeeeeeze his inches inside as far as they could go.Â
Rubbinâ his prominent veins along your walls. Entire body tensing up whenever you clench-
âFuuuuuuck.â With a heavy sigh, heâs letting his head tip backwards. And honestlyâyou donât think youâd ever seen a more attractive sight.Â
Youâve always known that Nanami was ripped underneath those office button-ups of his - but this was damn-near Herculean. The way his shoulders were defined and pulled taut as they closed in on you, the way his chest was absolutely lusciousâyou almost wanted to take a bite. And youâd guessed that with energetic Itadori as a son, he hadnât had the time to hit the gym lately.
Because there was a layer of thickness over his muscles that left Nanami softer and stronger- the soft curve of his belly pushes down on your core.Â
Jostling your body back nâ forth with every honed thrust.
Banging at the back of your cervix and your throat- âFuck. It feels so good, Kento.âÂ
âS-soooooo fucking good.â And you wonder which one of you two was more gone on your syrupy cunt: you or him. Nanami struggles to keep his damn head up- collapsing into the crook of your neck and letting out botched groans- every single time his sensitive tip slid uuuuuup your channel into its deepest depths. He almost sounded as though he was in pain as he weptââF-forgive me, darling.â
Perking your head off the plush pillows, âWhat for, Kento?â
âWell itâs justâŠâ And his foggy glasses were still on his face - which Nanami pushes up his nose bridge. âI havenât felt this good inâforever. So forgive me if Iâm a littleâŠâ
And then heâs surging his hips forwards and giving you a good thwack! with the rounded end of his shaft. Enough to make stars appear in your vision-
â-rough.â
And then itâs like the floodgates have opened.
Because Nanamiâs grip on you grows hard enough to leave fucking nail marks, his sweat splashes with the urgency of his movements. âAnd I wanted to f-fuck you all niiiiiice and slow like this pretty pussy deserves.â Those strong arms keep manhandling you open as he shovels straight into you. âW-wanted to show you that a mature man like me could- hngh, make you feel the best youâve ever felt.â
âBut I already doâŠâ You huff out, arms thrown needily around his neck.Â
Yet Nanami doesnât seem to hearâhe doesnât even seem to register. At least, the only acknowledgement that you get of your response is the way his body flinches ever-so-slightly at the mere sound of your voice. âAnd yetâŠâ Those hazel-brown eyes of his widen as they run down your body, ultimately resting where your pussy was bloated all âround him. âAnd yet, one kiss of these pretty lips and Iâm done for.â
âD-done forâŠâ You repeat - mostly because you donât know what else to do.
Donât know what else youâre capable of doing other than wrapping your weak legs around his waist. Your hamstrings stretch and scream; and youâre sobbing yourself as his pace seems to accelerate.
âI can feel myselfâŠâ Nanami speaks through a watery mouth. â-getting fucking addictedâshit, like some hormonal punk. I should know better. A man my ageâŠâ
âOh- oh, Kento.â
âI should know better- I should fucking know better.â He admonishes himself - though that doesnât stop or even slow down the feral pap-pap-paps! of his pelvis hitting yours. Through scrunched-up eyes, heâs gazing upon you. âC-canât believe you got some old man like me-â Despite your instant protests. â-to finally break.â
After a few more sudden strikes - almost animalistic - youâre managing to string together enough syllables. âButâŠI donât mind, Kento.â
And thatâthat might just be the one thing that makes him falter. âPardon?â He blinks up at you with glazed-over eyes.
Nodding, âI promise I donât mind.â In fact, youâre tugging him in with a fistful of his blond strands between your fingers. âI- ngh! want you to go even harderâŠif you can-â
âOf course I can, my love.â The both of you are startled by his instant answer. âI-I mean, if you know that it means I might leave a few marks andâeven more marks.â Perhaps most notably on your spongy cervix, welcoming his bashing thrusts.
But you donât mind. Like you said.
Youâre nodding even harder, âYes, please.â
So polite. How could he ever refuse?
And in the blink of an eye, the blond-haired man leans over to clasp that patterned tie draped over his bedpost. Itâd gotten thrown there sometime after the frenzy of getting home - quite convenient for when Nanami wanted to throw it loosely over his clammy neck and give you the other end to hold ontoâ
âDonât be afraid to pull if it gets too much.â He puffs out at you in a breezy breath.
âToo much?â You ogle up at his handsome face. You half-jokingly wondered whether the bed - and perhaps you - would be in one piece by the time that Itadori gets home tomorrow. It was going to be a never-ending nightâŠ
âMhm, because this is going to be rough, darling.â
⥠GETO SUGURU - Controversy.
WHO IS ROCKSTAR HEARTTHROB GETO SUGURUâS GIRLFRIEND? HOW CAN WE BE HER?!
GOLD DIGGER?! BASSIST OF 6EYES SHUTS DOWN MALICIOUS RUMORS SURROUNDING BEAU: SAYS THEY ARE âBULLSHITâ.Â
DILF OFF THE MARKET: GETO SUGURU CONFIRMS RELATIONSHIP OF âYEARSâ HE SAYS.Â
Everyone knew of Geto Suguru. Or so it seemed when they were screaming his name and cursing yoursâeveryone wanted to be with him.Â
Or be him.
Who wouldnât? Thick rings. Grey-black hair. Feline smile.
A 6â2, long-haired dreamboat that just-so-happened to be the bassist of the hottest rock band on the charts right now: 6Eyes. Theyâd been discovered quite early on - when theyâd just been out of high school, actually - and had maintained a steady presence in the music scene ever since. Shattering record after record and filling stadium after stadium. By the time youâd gone with some of your college friends to one of their concerts, they were already titans in the industryâand youâd been an instant fan.Â
So imagine your surprise when your friend announced that one of the security had invited your group backstage.Â
That was the night youâd met Geto Suguru - youâd locked eyes and the both of you had just known.
You signed that NDA. You met for dates under disguises. And youâd even met his young adopted daughters- oh, you adored them.
Several months later, when TMZ or some other site had broken the story of Geto secretly dating a fan over ten years younger than him - and that was when scandal ensued. The fandom was rabidâand you understood.
Though Geto, who was rather used to biting headlines and speculation, told you that the whole thing would blow over soon enough- you holed up in your shared penthouse. You turned off your social media notification. You tried not to turn on any celebrity news channel.Â
And you decided: the very least you could do is make a good first impressionâŠ
âEasy nowâŠeasy thereâŠâ Geto holds the recorder in one hand nâ the side of your hips in his other. Youâre maddeningly aware of both the rolling tape and the way his puckered, pretty tip is getting guided to your entranceââDonât strain yourself now. Trust Suguru.â
Just the very first inch of it slipping lusciously between your pussylips and easing inside.
Geto was always so thick, donning numerous veins that creep up the sides of his shaft in zig-zagging patterns. And the sheer girth of him intruding is enough to make you gasp-
âMmm, thatâs good.â The older man murmurs with a smile- long, greying hair forming a curtain around the two of you. âLetâs try again. A little louder this time.â Before he reels his hips back the mere inches heâs squeezed inside, and then ramminâ right back in again - it sounds the loudest squelch! as youâre taking even more of him. âOhhhh, thatâs good. Maybe I can use that as the outro, heh?â
âMaybe just use it for the entire ch-chorus.â You hiss.
âTrying to take my spotlight?â Geto leans down to kiss your swollen lips- or so you think. Heâs pressing his pierced mouth against yours and gnawinâ down on your lower lip.
âScared of- mmpf. Scared of being ousted by the young new talents?â
The edges of his lips curling upwards. âA rock veteran like me? Oh, I donât think I have anything to be scared ofâŠâ
And you can only moan straight into his greedy, greedy maw as youâre jostled back and forth. Getoâs thrusts were oh-so-merciless and puncturing deeeeep into your wombâusing the smooth Prince Albertâs piercing atop his flared tip, heâs torching every hidden spot and nerve-end inside. Mazinâ around your walls and pushing into those little ridges that just made your back arch into him-
His eyes crinkle at the edges as he smiles.Â
âHey hey-â The only thing snapping you out of your frenzy is Getoâs sharp tuts. He stalls your restless hips by hooking his fingers into your thighs and throwing them over his broad shoulders- dragging you back into him. âDonât run away, gorgeousâthe studio sessionâs not over yet.â
âI wasnât running away.â You huff.
âSure seemed like it to me.â He grins - that silver piercing of his glinting in the dim lighting. It was the type of Cheshire-cat grin that you knew wouldnât bode well for youâŠand as soon as youâre thinking about it, Geto opens his sensual mouth and spitsâstraight between your lips.
The wad lands softly on your tongue.
And Geto himself reaches a second ringed hand up to close your jaw- to urge you to swallow. âRemember to keep those vocals hydrated, gorgeous. Weâre getting to the good part now.â
You think you could gasp at the audacityâbut whatâs leaving you instead are a series of long, lewd moans. Mewls. Pleas.Â
Heâs drawing them out over and over again by hiking your thighs up his shoulders and pressing you into a mean mating press- lunging his body down into yours. Crushing your pliable self underneath him. Slashing your cervix with loooooong thrusts and his ropey precum puddling sweetly at the back of your pussy.
âYeah- yeah, louder now.â Pushing the recorder even closer. âLouder, girl.â
âI amâoh.â With the way he was fucking you like he almost hated you - though it was rather the opposite - your sentences warble with hiccups and gasps. The lines of his veins were somehow massaging the exact hidden spots that drove you wild.Â
âYou got this.â
âFuck-â
âLouder. Sâjust you and me.â This was exactly what he wanted to hear - his favorite melody was you. âJust a bit of chopping up nâ remixing- this is perfect. Gonna sound so fuckinâ pretty to my bass.â
âFuh-feels so good-â
âMhmmm, I know, gorgeous. Now let the listeners know.âÂ
Making your noise pitch upwards in volume.Â
After a few more strokes, he bores down at you with a thoughtful expression. âNowâŠwhy donâtcha try calling me âSuguâ for the recording?â
âYou want me to be sappy? Okay, rockstar.â Youâre unable to bite your tongue fast enough- though your snapping only makes him even more excited.
Amethyst eyes glistening. âOh, donât be a diva just yet, newbie.â The older musician brings the audio recorder closer to catch your every breath, âTrust me. Iâve been in this industry for a loooooong time- câmon now. Listen to your- heh, vocal coachâsay âSuguâ.â
How you loved riling him up just as much as he did to you. âThen give me something good to moan for, baby.â
âDonât test my patience, superstar.â
Though he does as you say.Â
You should have expected it all the same; the rockstar had mapped out every single good spot inside you. And it was with a near-photographic memory that heâs inching his length backwards- until it was just his lavish red tip lickinâ up your entrance.
Just for a secondâŠjust for twoâŠ
Before slamming into your g-spot so hard nâ suddenly that you almost sob.
Making your cunt mold to the exact texture of his circular piercing- hitting your sensitive area first, before then pushing his smooth tip into it as well. Youâre feeling every bit of himâand youâre making sure that your future audiences can hear it, too.Â
âS-Suguâ!â Youâre thrashing in his arms- and heâs crashing and crashing his hips into you. Gluing the heated, stinging pink skin of his pelvis against yours so ferally that you canât keep up with his pace no matter how fast youâre attempting to buck and bounce.
âOh, that oneâs going in the intro for sure.â He titters.Â
âSâfucking mean.â You whimper as he pushes down on your lower half - purposefully, so that his scruffy happy trail scratches your clit.
âSugu knows best.â So sweetly, he kisses your foreheadâand you wonder whether the loud smacking sound that he leaves behind is more for the recorder or to make you squirm. Shy, much? âNow how about I fuck you pregnant nâ we just announce the baby on the album?â
You pause for a second - before a smile twitches at your lips. âA rockstar baby? You read my mind.â
He reciprocates. âAlways knew you were made fâme.â
The headlines were sure to love this.
⥠CHOSO KAMO - MY UNCLEâS GF?!
Someone had suggested playing two truths and a lie:
You werenât a lot older than Choso- at least in his eyes. That didnât matter to him.
Choso has always wanted you.
Heâs over that now, though.
Chosoâs palms are sweaty âround his lightweight beer as he utters the words; words just a little louder than he intended them to be. Maybe that was the pre-game finally kicking inâbut he couldnât blame it on that, either. Had it been called three truths and a lie, then Choso would have also confessed that he was stone-cold sober as he murmurs two of his deepest secrets to the little circle of drunk college kids.Â
And you.
YouâŠyouâre looking at him like youâd already guessed heâd say that.
Had he really been that obvious? Choso first met you three years ago, during his sophomore year in college, when heâd gone home for the holidaysâand discovered that, this year, Sukuna had been dragged home, too. ExceptâŠhis uncle hadnât come alone this time.
Heâd brought along- you.Â
You were the one to greet him at the doorâand Choso remembers his breath catching in his chest. He remembers feeling his heart bang against his ribcage. He remembers his eyes widening- and his mouth gaping stupidly as you introduced yourself.
So caught up in you, heâd been forced to ask Sukuna for your name again-
âBack off.â His uncle had scoffed, crimson eyes narrowing. Honestly - Ryomen Sukuna was the only person alive that could make cotton candy-pink hair look intimidating. âDonât think I donât see the way yer looking at her.â
Heâd probably stammered something intelligible-
âLook all ya want- if she feels uncomfortable, sheâll thump ya herself. But you canât touch.â Sukuna set his beer bottle down. âMâactually serious about this one.â
And Choso could see why - you were the first person that Sukuna had ever brought into the Itadori family home. You were smart. You were funny. You werenât afraid to put the pink-haired man in his place. You were fucking gorgeousâ
AndâŠyou were Sukunaâs girlfriend. Ten years older than Choso.
Which is why - no matter how badly you made his heart flutter - Choso had vowed to never, never so much as even think to act upon his feelings for you.Â
He just had to grit his teeth and avoid prolonged conversation with you during every family function and gathering you attended with Sukuna- of which the man was making an appearance at every single one now. Almost as though to provoke him even more.Â
And Choso was forced to make peace with the fact that heâd never make peace with his feelings.
That isâŠuntil the two of you broke up.
Heâd heard news about it just a few weeks ago, actually- his father had said something about Sukuna being down in the dumps after youâd broken up with him. Something about not making enough time and drifting apartâChoso hadnât heard the details, heâd been too overwhelmed with the guilty glee thatâd shot through his body and made his heart pound. And then just tonight - oh, how he wished he could kiss whoever was looking down at him (but no, that was saved for youâŠ) - Choso just-so-happened to run into you at the bar he was attending with his friends.
So of course he had to invite you over to their table.
Of course, he had to ignore your protests about being older than them all. None of that shit mattered.Â
Of course, he had to sit right opposite you on the table and divulge his greatest secret - one heâd been keeping to himself for three years now.
Youâre just opening your mouth to respond-
When Chosoâs feeling a harsh smack! on his back and one of his friends crowing in his ear. âAtta boy! You never struck me as the type to like MILFs, man.â
âTechnically Iâm not a MILF yet.â You giggle, fixating your gaze upon him. He almost flinches. âBut youâre rightâŠI never thought youâd be the type to like older women. Iâm ten years older than you, Choso, you know that right?â
Choso mumbles almost too quietly to hear. âTh-that doesnât matter to meâŠâ
âYeah- and youâd probably like that âmaâamâ shit, eh?â His friend guffaws, making the now-bashful Choso - whatever courage he had liquified - duck his head. âOh- sorry I didnât meanââ
âNo, no.â You dismiss the babbling college boy. âIâm not offended at all. In fact, you might be right.â
The table bursts into wolf whistles-
And itâs a blur until youâre ragging with the banter a little more - before discreetly excusing yourself to go to the bathroom. Chosoâs staring up at you - totally not admiring your back like some pathetic lovesick fool - before catching your gaze and your pointed wink.
And then heâs scrambling right after you. As discreetly as a sledgehammer.
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Nose buried into the crook of your neck. Mouth gaped wide open- letting out the sweetest crackling moans into your skin.Â
Choso had you pushed against the bathroom stall - clean, donât you worry - with his arms wrapped around your body nâ his cock shoved between your legs. Dragging in and out in a way that was so messyâheâs roverinâ around his globules of cum with that fat tip of his, and then reeling his hips rapidly backwards to spray it down your walls over and over.
Heâd cum as soon as heâd put it inside.
And it wasnât his fault.
Honest!Â
âOh- oh.â And now he was panting desperate breath after breath between thrustsââIâm sorryâŠthe condom broke, baby.â Chosoâs lower lip cutely trembles as he speaks. âCanât help it. And then your pussyâs just so warm and welcoming a-andâŠâ
His breath hitches as he hits that one gluttonous spot that makes you clench.
â-and I just- canât- when youâre squeezing me like that.â
Basically hypnotized, Chosoâs slender fingers dip down between your legs. And so swiftly - that youâre almost surprised at his nimbleness - he pulls out of your wet hole nâ clasps his hand around his barely-wrapped length. The rubber condom had been too tight around him, and itâd shattered into a million piecesâChoso looks up at you through his doe-like lashes, and waits until youâre nodding.
Thatâs when heâs wringing off his broken condom and squeezing out whatever wetness it held. Pushing out the cum back onto your pussy.Â
Making such a mess.Â
Those pure-white droplets that end up splattered back down on your pussy- warm and utterly unwholesome. A sinful cover. He wasnât leaving a single ounce wasted. âSh-shit.â Chosoâs mouth gapes wide open. âItâs all your faultâŠâ
Just the cutest trickle of saliva makes its way down his lips - and youâre reaching upwards to wipe it away. âAwwww. Ever done it raw before, Cho?â
After a brief bout of hesitation, he shakes his head.
âIâve never done it before.â He confesses. Your eyes widen, so he was a virginâŠ
âThen are you sure you can handle it, baby? No need to push yourself if-â
âNo.â He gasps. Sharp. Shot-through. It leaves his lips before he even knows whatâs happening- and then youâre clenching again in a way that makes his brows twist together, and his fingers dig into your waist. âNo, no, no, no-â Eyes frenzied. âWe donât have to stop fâme, baby. We donât even have to slow downââ
Cum-coated; his thickened cock gets sandwiched between your lips then jerked back and forth a few times. By now he was so wet with slick nâ sap that it was making him slip a few times before heâs actually managing to get it in againâand that, too, with your help.Â
You reach down to help grip Chosoâs raging-hot erection, and guide it inside your cunt: an action that leaves the other man blushing down to the roots of his hair. Even his tip throbs just a little harderââTh-thank you, maâam.â
Your brows raise in amusement- and it only hits him then. So he was into the âmaâamâ thing.
âI mean- baby.â He sounds so utterly ruined. âThank you, baby. Promise I can handle it now, mâkay?â
And ohâŠyou canât deny that it was just so fun to tease him. âHmmmâŠI dunno, Choso-â
Chocolate-brown bangs sticking to your skin, heâs lurching his face away to bore straight into your eyes. âI-is it because Iâm younger?â He asks with a hint of desperation, and your lips part as your exâs hot nephew keeps steamrolling away with his pussydrunken mouth. Poor, poor Choso. âBecause I promise I can handle it. I can fuck you- ngh, the best. Promise mâgonna make you feel soooooââ
Chosoâs hips were hammerinâ away at a pace youâd never have suspected- and his hips end up crushed against yours. So close that the scruff of his happy trail scratches your clit raw.
â-g-good.â A single tear track runs down his face - youâre unsure whether heâs talking about you or himself.
âEasy there, tiger.â Youâre pushing back on a stray lock of his hair- darker now with perspiration. The sweet gesture makes Choso huffs.Â
It wasnât doing him any favors, however, as that only made him look even cuter. Youâre craning your neck and planting a chaste peck on his bubblegum-pink lipsâonly for Choso to take control of the kiss and softly bite down on your bottom lip. âBaby-â He rasps. And with just how sweet Choso had always been to you, you couldâve almost forgotten how strong he was- how easily he could bounce you down on his cock- how needy he was for you. Feral. Even though you had him wrapped âround your finger, he was jostling your pussyâs inside like craaaazy. âDonât do that. Donât baby me- I need to be taken- ngh, s-seriously by you, mâkay?â
âOhâŠâ Youâre letting out a heated breath as his tip empties out at your cervix.
And to prolong that sensation; Choso claws his hand up and pushes on the lower part of your stomach. Right beneath where your cunt was expanding and contracting with his cock. âFeel how big I am?â He doesnât stop putting pressure on that spot until youâre nodding - âHow hard? How much Iâm leaking?â Just on cue, a splatter! of precum leaks between your pussylips.
And with something like a broken whimper- Choso snakes his fingers down to push the leakage back up your channel.Â
âO-ohâthis pussyâs so fuckinâ wet. And I can handle it- I can handle it.â He utters more to himself. The more heâs speaking, the harder and longer heâs fucking you, the more ruined he sounds. âMânot as innocent as you think, baby.â
âOh? Do tell.â You smile.
Such a gorgeous, gorgeous smile that he almost hesitates wiping away with a roll of his thumb - stimulating the nerves of your clit. But it makes you break out into the prettiest lewd expression that leaves him rutting his hips even harder, âDo you have any idea how fuh-fucking long Iâve waited for this? How badly Iâve wanted to- ngh, stuff my cock and fuck you like an animal?â As he trails off, he feels his stinging tip start to twitch even more wildly. Dangerously. âFuckââ
âH-how long?â Youâre asking with a smug smirk.
Chosoâs blinking a few times just to let the question register- and finally muttering. âEven when you were dating- him. Ever since I first saw youâŠâ And then he rubs his thumb at an even more steadied pace, matching it to the pushes of his spearing cock. âYou were wearing that red dress of yours- hah, and I could see the strap of your pretty pink bra peaking outâŠthe one with the bows on-â
That makes you gasp.
Which Choso takes advantage of to plaster his lips against yours nâ suckle on your tongue.Â
âAnd then-â Barely managing out through kisses- through stabs of his length- through the pleasure. âAnd then you called me âbabyâ as you were getting ready to leave, and I- ngh, knew you were teasing me for being youngerâfuck, I h-had to run to the bathroom just to jerk off.â
Rovering his mushroomy trip straight into your nerve-ended g-spot; youâre arching into his chest as you feel Choso lose his grip on his sanity.
Already having been so loose.
Heâs babbling as he cums long and hard, and oh-so-deeeeeply into your cunt. Mouth ajar. Body collapsing against yours - caging you even further against the bathroom wall. âBaby- fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-â
âShit, so muchâŠâ Just feeling the ribbons upon ribbons of creamy-white sap he was emptying out. Hot. hypnotizing. Every stroke managed to hit your best spots, and every push meant your pussy was getting overloaded with his cum. The inches of his shaft were curved just perfectly enough that heâs managing to slip aside your walls and use his tip to circle and circle those webs of cum at the very base of your pussy. All over.Â
Soon enough, youâre feeling a layer of it make its way down your inner-thighsâand Choso still didnât seem like he was going to stop anytime soon. You moan, âH-how can you cum this much- mmpf.â
He captures your lips in another sloppy kiss. âMust be the stamina of a younger guy.â
âChoso youâre pussydrunk.â Youâve never heard him sound so drawling and dreamy.
âHmmmmâŠâ Heâs nuzzling the crook of your neck, leaving bite marks that will be entirely too difficult to explain when youâre going back outside. âDid you cum? Promise I can- ngh, make you cum, tooâŠâ Grazing your skin with his lips.
âProve it, then.â
âYes, maâam.â
⥠RYOMEN SUKUNA - 6âŠ9?
âItâs a fuckinâ pandemic, isnât it?â
Youâre looking at your boyfriend over the rim of your book, âExcuse me?â
Sukuna was seated on the armchair in the corner of your bedroom; just having finished a video call with his brother and his nephew. The bright chatter (at least from their end) had died down some minutes ago, and theyâd bid your boyfriend goodnightâwhich was rather the same routine for these biweekly calls. Despite how much the two of you visited, Itadori Yuji always found it too hilarious to put strange filters on his grumpy uncle.
Except, tonightâŠSukuna had sat in the armchair for a few minutes longer.
Usually; he would join you in bed.
Usually; he would grumble - though with a fond smile on his face - about whatever Yuji had been chattering about before.Â
He was practically an honorary father to the boy, and it always made you smile to see.Â
Usually; he wouldnât look up at you as expressionless as if heâd seen a ghost- as if his soul had wafted away. And ask you about someâŠpandemic? Did Yuji put something in his head again?
At the confused expression on your face, Sukuna was heaving out a sighâpushing up those glasses that were totally, most definitely not glasses and merely a tool he uses toâŠseeâŠbetter up his handsome nosebridge. Sukuna was in his late thirties, and silver was beginning to tinge the edges of his pink hair, climbing up his temples. His crowsâ feet creased as he frowned at you, âTheâŠ67 thing. Itâs a pandemic.â
â67 thing?â You gape, your book plopping down on the bed.Â
âYou heard me.â He scoffs. âIâve been thinking itâs mass hysteria- every brat at his kindergarten keeps repeating it. But there seems to be no pattern or cohesion. I thought it was just those damn kindergarteners, but the other day I even caught Jin saying it-â
âS-sixâŠsevenâŠthing.â Youâre repeating - for no reason other than to confirm to yourself that what youâre hearing was real.
Sukuna straightens in his chair, âSee? Now itâs got youââ
âKuna, like the meme?â Youâre shaking your head, âThe one from the song? Oh my god, itâs not mass hysteria-â
He crinkles his nose. âThe hell is aâŠmeme?â
âYou donât know what aââ How has he been Yuji - of all peopleâs - uncle but still had no idea? You continue, âItâs basically an Internet inside joke- itâs been over for a while now but the kids are still obsessed with it.â Finally gripping your book once more, you level him a look. âYou didnât seriously think it was mass hysteria, did you, Kuna?â
Sukuna crosses his bulky arms and looks away. âTchââ
And when he catches you giggling, he barks-
âWhat?!â
âOh- nothing.â And from the smile upon your lips - Sukuna knew that whatever was coming out of your mouth next wasnât about to be anything sincere.Â
Which is why heâs raising himself off the sofa and climbing up the foot of your bed.
You continue, âItâs just youâre getting old, Kuna.â
Joking; nothing ever riled Ryomen Sukuna up more than teasing him for not understanding some new slang or lyric.Â
And with how much he riled you up sometimesâyou had to get back at him somehow, alright?
Soon enough, heâs pinning you down to the bed - with his toned pelvis pressing down on your waist, and his arms creeping upwards to keep your wrists pushed against the mattress. âSay that shit again. I dare you.â
Youâre leaning up as though to kiss him. âOld man.â
.
.
.
Sukunaâs tongue was zig-zagging wiiiiildly between your legs- striking the soft circle of your entrance and then swervinâ as deeply inside as it could go. Deeper. Deeper.
No matter how fervently his mouth was glued to your pussy.Â
No matter how ravenously.
His hips rut off the bed with every single lickâand that fat, throbbing tip of his kept shovelling nâ shovelling at a synchronized pace with his tongue.Â
He had you twisted in sixty-nine with your pussy latched onto his lips.Â
Sukunaâs own cock squeezing out heavy volumes of his salty precum near your lips, then promptly pushinâ them inside with his thrusts- Sukuna was so loooong and rock-hard that he was managing to swab across every spot and directly target the back of your throat. Playing with that dangly in the back.
Youâre moaning as he squeezes two ringed-decorated fingers into your tight cunt. And he grins as he feels the vibrationsââAh ah- sârude to talk with your mouth full.âÂ
Just then, Sukunaâs planting a smack! on your pussy that makes you pull off of his shaft with a loud pop! âH-heyâŠâ
âWhat?â He trundles. Reaching his hips up and guiding his needy tip back into your mouth, âSpeak.â
All because he knew that youâd attempt to nonetheless- and it would end up with the most lewd noises being muffled into this cock. It would end up with his eyes scrunching shut, his head throwing backwards at the shocks of pleasure. âTh-thought I told you to speak? Hah- not babble. Cock got your tongue or something?â
AndâŠit would end up with you being all huffy nâ puffy. âThatâs not even f-fairâŠâ
âHeh- fair?â From where heâd been nipping at your clit, Sukuna pulls off - just to confirm he wasnât hearing things. He wasnât. And though you couldnât see his expression from this angle, you could practically hear the amusement in his tone. âWhat happened to me being old, huh? You surely donât need me to go easy on you.â
âI d-didnât say thatâŠâ Youâre stubbornly answering him - though the constant drives of his fingers were driving you absolutely mad. Sure.Â
âGood.â And then youâre feeling two more consecutive smack-smacks! atop your bloated folds. âBecause, babydollâŠmâbarely even started.â
In no time, Sukuna has you manhandled so that your stomachâs against the soft bed. Your backâs against his thoroughly toned front - so incredibly strong; he was bulkyâwith a layer of thickness to him that made your skin tingle with want - and his erect cock placed between your legs. He takes a few moments to wetten your core up- because no matter how many times youâve taken him, you think youâll never get used to Sukunaâs sheer size.
And before long youâre clawing onto the headboard for dear lifeâas he damn-near molds your tender cunt to his size. Startinâ at the tip-top of his bloated shaft, and then bouncing you down- down- down so many inches greedily.Â
Utterly greedily.Â
âOh- oh, fuuuuuck.â Hands shooting forwards to grab onto more of the mahogany frame.
But Sukuna stops you right then nâ there by wrapping his right arm around your neck; like a wreath, your pants are immediately cut off. And his muscles bulge as they tightenâthe defined ridges of his biceps pushing against your throat - itâs sensual enough to make your mouth waterâŠâAnd whereâd you think youâre going, huh?â
âNowher- mmpf.â Cut off immediately by the tightening of his muscled restraint.Â
âLyingâs not a good look, brat.â Then his second set of fingers snakes down to spank! your stuffed pussy- right atop your bloated folds. The shockwaves that run up your spine are enough to make you buck and whineâand enough to make him drag you back into him. Again and again. âWasnât stuffing this mouth earlier ânough to teach you a little lesson?â
So stubborn. âNot at all-â
Heâs spitting straight between your lips.
And when Sukunaâs fucking you; itâs with harsh, pointed jabs - scouring deeeeep into the bottom of your pussy and leaving the mark of his cockhead. That rounded bruise you feel throb-throb-throbbinâ away every time he repeats the actionâhe fucks you like he hates you.
And heâs only growing faster, harder by the second.
Only tightening his headlock and wrenching your body back into his. Again and again.
Over and over.
Until the globes of your ass were stinging with impact, and youâve memorized the pattern of his happy trail. Itâs practically a part of you.Â
Sukunaâs rugged cock knew aaaaall the right spots. Making your pupils roll around in the whites of your eyes, and leaving you wondering just how he had this much stamina stillâŠâAwww, câmon now.â His low voice trundles in your ears. âGet your act together, girl. You donât wanna be this cockdrunk for someone so old, huh?â
âI-Iââ
âWhat was it you called me?â He growls, sharp canines nipping at the shells of your ears. âHuh? What was it you called me? See, this fossil âere has some troubleâŠremembering-â
Every syllable of his was punctured by a thorough glide across the velvety channel of your pussy- âUmmm, then in that case, I didnât say anything?â You try your luck.
âNice try.â Sukuna grins. âBut mânot that geriatric yet.â
Another spank. âPlease-â
âWhat did you call me?â
âI-I just meant-â
And another. âWhat did you call me?â
âAnâŠold man.â You feel embarrassed just letting the words slip between your lips.
You didnât think he could get even rougher with his movements - his shaft was throbbing, and his pelvis was smack-smack-smacking into you. So hard that youâre propelled forwards by the sheer force; and Sukuna roughly lurches you back with his headlock. âI might be an old man- cheh. I might not know all theseâŠdamn Internet memes- but I do know how to fuck this pussy right.â To prove his point, he scours in-between your pussylips to squeeze your pretty clit. âLook at her- sheâs in love with me.â
âO-ohââ Eyes fluttering shut.Â
âI know how to make her cry with pleasure. I know how to make her- mmmngh, squeeze like she doesnât want me leavinââŠheh.â He continues muttering into your ear as his hips grow more fervent. âI know how to make her feel so goodââ
Your teeth grit. âShit.â And you recognize the twisting sensation at the pit of your stomach. âK-Kuna, Iâm gonna cum-â
âAnd even better.â He chuckles. Gnawing at the top of your ear shell, before moving down to bite the tender crook of your neck - like a wolf catching his prey. âI might not know those fuckinâ- memes like the youngsters do. But I do know how to make this pussy- cum.â
âS-sooo closeâdonât stop.â Youâre bouncing nâ bouncing back into his pistoning hips.Â
Feeling the pleasure well up. Feeling your head start to spin a little as you near your high-Â
Youâre crashing past your tipping point. And Sukuna gives you one, two, three good strokes to fuck you through the bursts of white-hot pleasure running through your veins - before heâs suddenly setting you free of his headlock and letting you drop straight into the plush pillows.Â
Reeling his damn cock out.
You donât know whatâs louder: your disappointed groan or his rough cackle.
âWhat? Wanted this old man to be nice in bed or something?â As soon as youâre looking over your shoulder, youâre met with Sukunaâs priggish grinâhis sharp canines peaking out at the edges of his lower lip.Â
Grumpily, you nod. âYes? What- canât last orâoh.â
Another smack. âThatâs not gonna work on me again- sorry, babydoll.â And before you know it, youâre being flipped right over - getting your legs thrown over his shoulders and pushed into the meanest mating press youâve ever experienced. âBecause mânot letting my bratty girl properly cum until Iâve had a good few rounds to blow off some steam. And mâsure you can keep up- heh, if notâŠâ
âAnd um- how many rounds might that be exactly?â
Sukuna smirks. â67.â
âI hate you.â
⥠INO TAKUMA - âM-mommy!â
AITA for seducing the HOT rich MILF (40âsF) that I (23M) pool-clean for while her ex-husband and kids were away?! In my defense, sheâs reeeeeally hot.
You freeze.
Ino freezes.
The world itself seems to freeze; all except for the ruby-red tip of Ino Takumaâs cock. Shoved deeeep inside your cunt - deep enough to leave a permanent bruise there - and throbbing away wildlyâheâs cumming with that particular title escaping his lips.Â
And then his lower lip wobbles once- twice- before he ducks down and attempts to hide his face in his arms.Â
âHey hey-â Swiftly, you reach down to push his hands away - youâd be disappointed not to see his pretty expressions as you fucked him even further. All pouty lips and doe-like eyesâIno Takuma was so pretty, and perhaps thatâs what drew you to the younger pool cleaner in the first place. âWhatâs the matter, Taku?â
âI-I didnât mean to call you that- honest!â He stammers out.
To which youâre cocking your head with a sly smile- time to try something. âCall me what, Taku?â
âYâknow what it isâŠâ Ino grumbles, huffing. And when you simply continue to stare at him in slight confusion, heâs rockinâ up into your wet cunt as he speaks- âThe way I c-called youâmommy- oh.â Just as youâd predicted, his velvety length jolts at the mere utterance of that title. Excitedly spurting out a few creamy-white wads of cum that glue to your cervix.
So messy. He was so fucking messy.
How ironic, considering that his entire job was to clean your pool.
Youâd been introduced to Ino through one of your friends - those networks of older rich women with far too much time and money on their hands. Juggling kids and businesses. And youâd just been complaining to them over a gold-flaked brunch that your last pool cleaner had moved towns, and with your kids now entering middle school, the pool was left without use and starting to gather leaves.Â
Thatâs when theyâd shared Inoâs number with youâa reliable pool cleaner. Just graduated college, and so easy on the eyes if they did say so themselvesâŠ
Youâd huffed that youâd tell their husbands- meanwhile you on the other hand had just recently gotten divorced. One too many nights of your husband coming home with a cloud of mysterious perfume around him, or a lipstick stain on his collar - at least youâd gotten a good chunk of everything in the divorce!
But that was all in the past- maybe love just wasnât for you.
You had your kids. You had your gorgeous hillside mansion. You had your hobbies and friends- men just werenâtâŠforâŠ
Fuck, thatâs when heâd showed up at your door.Â
Bright and early. Beaming with all his gorgeous pearly whites; the sweetest smile on such a killer body. Ino showed up in nothing but an unbuttoned flowery shirt and swim trunksâtheir lightning-yellow color perfectly complemented his slightly-tanned skin and messy brown hair. Slightly tawny from the Sun.
âEr, I hope you donât mind.â Ino had said, a sheepish smile on his face. âI thought Iâd get changed for the job before I got here.â
Mind? Mind?!
In simply what world would you mindâit took every speck of reason and rationality in you to dart your eyes away from the plane of his chest, his washboard abs. Sultry shoulders. Slender waist. There was a scattered happy trail that ran between his six-pack and- beneath his swimming trunks.Â
Fuck.Â
Instead, you focused on the tight necklace of shells around Inoâs throat. âC-come in.â
On the first day, you stayed inside - only peeking out occasionally from your bedroom window - as Ino cleaned your pool. You tipped him heavily.
On the second day, heâd told you that it was completely okay with him even if you used the pool whilst he was cleaningâand you took that as your sign. You donned a bikini you hadnât gotten the chance to use in years, and sprawled yourself out on the nearest sun bed - making occasional conversation with him almost as an excuse to ogle him.
And if you werenât mistaken, youâd say that he ogled you too.Â
But you really did discover that Ino was a sweetheart- and made you giggle like a schoolgirl, too. How embarrassing you felt admitting this!
And a part of you was almost relieved when your kids arrived home from school - escorted by their driver - so you could resume your mundane lavishness. But a bigger part of you was already yearning for when youâd see him againâŠ
And so continued the third day.
And the fourth day.
And so on to the fifth and the sixth.
Before you knew it, Ino had been employed as your pool-cleaner for at least a monthâand heâd quickly grown to become someone you and your kids were quite fond of. Even your driver had caught on, and shot you a knowing smile every time you asked him to escort Ino back to his downtown apartment. Perhaps feeling jealous of such an occurrence, your ex-husband had showed up with tickets to an amusement park - already having planned a day trip for your kids.
Theyâd, of course, begged to go. And so youâd agreed.
Leaving nobody inside this vast mansion: but you, Ino, and the growing tension between you two.Â
The only thing was, right before he left, your ex-husband had the audacity to stop Ino and snipe at him. Low and threatening. âTouch her and Iâll make you very, very sorry.â
So, of course youâd fucked Ino as soon as they were out of the house.Â
Squeezing your robe-covered thighs âround his waistâjust so perfectly curved to meet your embrace. âW-we really shouldnât beâŠI mean- Iâm old enough to be your-â
âWorks just fine for me, pretty.â Heâd cut you off. Pulling on the gauzy material of your robe to let your tits spill out- fuck, he was in heaven.
Enough so that itâd taken just putting it in for Ino to cover your luscious inside in his sap. To watch the satiny liquid seep between your pussylips and leave his pelvis gleaming with a sheen. To wrench out the most pathetic calls of your nameâand one particular title that made him want to get swallowed up by the Earth.
Again and again.
Inoâs cock was longer than youâd expected - and all this time, youâd been wondering where the hell heâd been hiding all that in his swimming trunks. Just reaching over six pretty inches. Just smooooth and leaned ever-so-slightly towards the left. Itâs making his bulbous tip drag across every sweet spot inside you, and your thighs quiver as you take him.
Every single inch. Youâre arching your back and mustering up your strength to grind your hips forwards and back, forwards and back.
Milking himâ
âCâmon, baby.â Youâre cooing down at the handsome man. He blinks his teary eyes open- and you just canât help but lean down nâ kiss them away from his cheeks. âCall me âmommyâ again?â
âC-canâtâŠâ Ino blushes down to the roots of his chocolate-brown hair. âItâs embarrassing-â
âBut it gets me so wet, Taku.â You poutâand his eyes widen at your admission. You watch as his pupils shift down- as if making sure. âPleeeeeeeease? Just once?â
And in response, you smush your thighs harder around him. Youâre sure you leave red, red welts on his skin - but that wasnât registering in his mind right now. Nothing was. Nothing but the smooch of your soft velvety insides embracing his cock, and the sensation of cum sploshinâ around inside you. âFineâŠbut only because I wanna impress youâŠâ His breath hitches. â-mommy.â
You shiver. âOh, I liked thatââ
And he does, too, because your cuntâs just suctioning on his length as if you were trying to take his soul. His fucking soul.Â
The thing is- Ino would have gladly given it to you at this moment.
âIt feels good- it f-feels s-sooooo good.â Tears begin to crinkle at the corners of his eyes, and Inoâs fingers dig into the sides of your hips as he bucks upwards. âFuck, it should be illegal for it to feel this good- mommy.â And he canât fucking help itâit echoes before he can stop himself.Â
âTaku, I think you like saying that more than me.â With a soft chuckle, your dominant hand ends up wrapped around his throat. âCâmon now- a little faster for mommy.â
âSh-shutângh.â No matter how hard he attempts to regain control- it doesnât work. He pushes upwards into your soft, syrupy cervix as though marking it.
After a few desperate thrusts, he asks you- âIs this okay?â
âHmmmmâŠâ You pretend to think - and the ruined expression on his face is oh-so-completely worth it. âHow about a biiiiit faster?â
His jaw drops- but he doesnât complain. Heâs grabbing onto either side of your thighs now, and plunging straight into your deepest depthsâmultiple thwacks! every second, it feels like. âH-how about-â
âJust a little faster.â
Doubting himself. âIs that even possible-â
âBut youâd do it for- heh, me wonât you? Youâd do it to make me feel good?â
Nodding and nodding. âYes, mommy. A-anything for you mommyââ Broken moans and pleas cycle at the back of Inoâs throat, and heâs planted his feet flat on the mattress to push himself up ravenously. âMâjust here for you to use me.â
Your eyes widen - your smile grows.
âJust use me-â He gasps, face reddening as he follows your instructions. âFucking use me like a toy. Use me- fuh-fuuuckââ
âA liiiiiittle bitââ Your head tips backwards as heâs entering the perfect pace - rapid enough to leave your thoughts stupidly muddled, but still steady enough that youâre feeling every single ridge, vein, and curve. Giving your walls such a good massageââTh-thatâs perfect, Taku.â You squeeze his pretty neck tighter, and youâre hearing him let out a little hiccup of a sob. âMommyâs so proud of you.â
Oh, and you thought that he was ruined enough already?
You thought that he was reaching his limits?
Because after that particular sentence - oh, youâre evil for that - Ino digs his digits into the flesh of your thighs and rams deep into your womb. His pistoning cock resting there for a brief few split-seconds as he sputtersââL-let me make you a mommy all over again.â
Your breath catches. âDo you even know what youâre asking for, Taku-â
âFucking yes.â His glazed tip twitches dangerously in a way that told you he was oh-so-close to cumming again. Again. âYes, please- fuuuuck, let me get you pregnant. Let me make you a mommy for the third time. I-I promise Iâll be the best- ngh, dad and nothing like that asshole. Iâll take care of you and cherish you and-â
You kiss him to shut him up.
âBut of course, baby.â You hum. âBut you have to be quick before my ex-husband finds out.â
Heâs never cum harder in his life.Â
Verdict: NTA (drop the fucking tutorial, OP).
⥠GOJO SATORU - Sugar, sugarâŠ
Gojo Satoru wasnât technically a DILF - but he was a sugar daddy.
And they called you a gold digger.
Gojo called you business-savvy.
It was a rather unique situation: the relationship between the two of you had started out as a regular sugar daddy-sugar baby relation. You met Gojo Satoru at some stuffy olâ business function when you were the arm candy of some other businessmanâone whoâd been ignoring you in favor of one of his business associates the entire night, of course.
Whatever.
Youâd gotten used to this routine by now - and so youâd drifted by the grazing table with microscopic clean cuts and cheeses you couldnât even pronounce.Â
And that was exactly how your knight-in-shining-suit had sidled up next to you.
With two champagne glasses in-hand and a flirtatious smile upon his face, he handed you one of the drinks. Then you gestured at the businessmen youâd arrived with- and Gojo had the audacity to roll his eyes and pretend to retch. That was when you knew youâd get along.
Tall. Toned. With twinkling blue eyesâand just the slightest bit of silver creeping into his already-white hair. Gojo Satoru was as handsome as he was richâand considering that both aspects occupied a fair share of the conversations tonight, you were rather flattered to be in his presence. Though the CEO of Gojo Corporations didnât waste time: âYâknow, if I was lucky enough to arrive with an angel- Iâd never leave her sight. Why waste time with some geezers over such a gorgeous gal?â
You smiled.
And you left that night with Gojo instead.
From the boxes of jewelries and flights around the world - to the tabloids and online speculation that couldnât get enough of you.Â
CEO of Gojo Corporations finally finds love?!
Gold digger or gold-hearted: All we know about Gojo Satoruâs girlfriend!
Is it sugar baby season? The newest IT Girlâs best red-carpet looks so farâ
But of course, there was always some truth to those headlines. Perhaps.Â
You were Gojo Satoruâs sugar baby. You were in a transactional relationship- though he never laid a hand on you. Not unless you initiated it.
SoâŠwhat was it really?
You got your answer a few months into this limbo of lustâthe two of you finally started dating.Â
And to be quite honest; it wasnât that big of a change at first. The two of you went out for romantic dinners either way. The two of you dodged paparazzi and rumors every step. The two of you bantered and teased as much as you did anyways- the only change would be that Gojo Satoru finally let loose when he fucked you.
Though, at times, he still did like to let his sugar daddy side peek throughâŠ
âA-awwww- just look at you.â Gojoâs hands were rubbinâ furiously down his length - from those curls of white cozily decorating his base, up to that poor, pretty tip that just wouldnât stop cumming. Up and down. Up and down.Â
Salty-sweet heaps of cum were pouring out of his cockhead and splashing down your front- your stomach, your inner thighs, your cunt. He watches as it creates a little waterfall effectâand Gojo reaches down to pat your stuffed pussy with his long fingers. âNo matter what pretty trinkets nâ expensive lingerie you wear- you always look the prettiest covered in my cum, sweetheart.â
âS-Satoruââ Youâre squirming underneath him. Hands clasping the silken sheets.
Your fingers were decked-out in diamond rings. Your lacy lingerie was tugged nâ pulled aside for access.Â
Around you were bracelets upon necklaces upon every piece of jewelry that your heart could desire - Gojo had taken it upon himself to empty out Tokyoâs luxury stores earlier. All for you, of course.
All to drown you inâwhilst he attempted to do the same with his fucking cum-
âI fuckinâ loooooove it when it covers you like this.â He hisses- nose scrunches in a feral way as he glides his fingers across those splatters. Those smears. That ruinous mess. His favorite was to see you like this: pull out game, who? You often scoffed whenever Gojo claimed that his was unmatched. âLove the way it looks like your pretty pussy canât keep it in-â Just another light tap on your cunt. âLove the way it looks so pretty on your skin like thisâmmm, youâve got me obsessed, girl.â
Your thighs were shaky- but not shaky enough to stop you from attempting to pull him even closer. Theyâre wrapping around his waist, and careening him close ânough to kiss your puffy pussylips with his throbbing tip. His length doesnât stop sensitively twitching for a single secondââO-ohâŠgreedy for more, my girl?âÂ
âMore.â Just barely managing to wrangle out. âW-want some moreââ
âFuuuuck.â He whispers underneath his breath - something so ragged in his tone. That blushinâ tip of his was twitching in excitement already, and Gojo probably doesnât even realize before heâs slotted his still-erect length between your legs and his rockinâ away at a slow pace. âYou seriously want more?â
Your eyes squeeze shut at the sensation of him intruding your hole- seemingly only growing bigger every time he feels you clenchinâ around nothing. So needy.Â
âYes-â Youâre nodding furiously. Perhaps had this been any other time, then youâd have been almost embarrassed at your unabashed eagerness. âB-but this time, I want it inside, Toru.â
âInside?â Gojoâs pale brows fly to his hairline. âBut youâre already stuffed so full, my sweetheart.â
And then heâs smearing his fingertips between your bloated folds- teasinâ them apart and taking a good look at your entrance. He canât help himself - heâs spitting straight into that puckered holeâand watching at the glossy wad slips down your crevice and only adds to the mess heâs made previously. Youâre shivering as he runs his nimble digits up nâ down your slit and presses on your clit.
âYes, butââ You keen, arching into his firm core. âBut you never really came inside, Toru.â
âOhâŠâ Those glossed lips of his part.
And youâre taking the opportunity to throw your arms weakly around him- âAnd I want it inside this time.â Though Gojo loved teasing you with his creamy-white sapâmaking you beg for it at times, heâs never properly cum inside.
He always thought itâd be too soon: you were younger, after all. And a pregnancy at this point might derail your plans-
âBut I want it.â Had he been babbling this entire time? The sheer determination in your eyes sends a jolt of dark-black need through him - far more primal than he ever thought possible. Far more. Gojoâs blue peripherals glaze over as he clasps his cock even tighter, as though afraid heâs so hard now that itâd fucking fall off.
âShouldnât fall off now.â He whispers breathily.
âWhat?â
âNothing.â Gojo quickly amends. Before he uses the pointed tip of his shaft to web up those dollops of cum heâd spurted âround your thighs and foldsâit creates a gloss of white that he thinks would suit the insides of your pussy so well (did he mention that he was the one to pick out your lingerie colors?) âRound and âround.
It devises the most sinful sounds between your legs. And your breath catches in your throat: âA-are you gonna cum inside or not, Toru? Hurry-â
âSo impatient.â Heâs tutting. Voice low and husky. âI hope you know that if I fuck my cum insideâthen mâgonna fuck you pregnant, sweetheart.â
Goosebumps scatter across your skin.
But Gojo doesnât let you squirm, he doesnât let you move about restlessly- heâs pinning you down with his hips and rumbling lowly in your ear. âMâgonna make sure it takes.â A rough sliiiiiide of his length sandwiched between your cushy pussylips - drooling for him by now. âMâgonna stuff you so full that you wonât even be able to walkââ Another rough slide. A thrust. âMâgonna give you the most precious gift of all - in my eyes.â
âP-pleaseâ!â
As youâre letting your head tip backwards, Gojo reaches his hand up to and clasps your gorgeous, gorgeous face. Smushing your cheeks together in a way that was so pathetic - âAre you okay with that, pretty baby?â
Youâve never heard him sound so serious.
And youâve never yowled an affirmation faster in your entire lifeâ
In the next few seconds, Gojoâs stuffed rawly all the way to the hilt and is messinâ up your insides with determined strokes. Once. Twice. Thrice- he punctures through your clingy walls and hits all the best spots - memorizing your g-spot and running his flared tip along it.Â
And honestly, it doesnât take much - the two of you were already so overstimulated already - before youâre feeling the wave of euphoria start to build up in your stomach already. Almost as lewd of a sensation as the clear twitchinâ mess that Gojo and his length had turned intoâbabbling, gasping, sobbing as he runs his fat cock raw on your velvety walls. Fucking raw.
You were going to make him an actual DILF.
âY-youâre gonna get it nowâŠâ Itâs the last thing heâs getting out before a flood of white sap enters your tight cunt. Getting absolutely drenched from the inside. âWhen have I ever forgone you of a gift, my girl?â
âNeverââ Youâre keening out. Rushes of pleasure start up between your legs- before crackling through your veins and ultimately ending up at your brain.
Hazy and startling at the feeling of him fucking you through both your highs. Thrust after thrust. Gush after gush of both pleasure nâ his milky-white cum.Â
Underneath the overwhelming sensation of your orgasm; you can feel his spurts of cum start to trickle between your legs. It was just as warm as your skin was getting, and creating a little puddle beneath you that Gojo takes one looks at and gasps-Â
âNow now, are you wasting your gift, sweetheartâ?â He cocks his head, genuinely ruined.Â
âN-no?â
âOr do I just have to- heh, regift it to you again?â
âShut up.â
⥠HIGURUMA HIROMI - Ms. Babysitter.
âWe have to be quiet, angel- fuck. Fuck.â Higurumaâs voice sounded raggedâ
Ruined. Nothing but carnal desire creeping up into the edges of his tone; giving you a jolt, considering that youâve known the older man to be nothing but utterly calm and collected.
He was one of the best parents that you babysat for.Â
One of your college friends had recommended you for the job - the hot lawyer in your neighborhood needed someone to look after his young daughter whilst he worked long nights? You were agreeing before youâd even heard the hours, you canât denyâand despite how hasty of a decision it had been, you thoroughly enjoyed working under Higuruma Hiromi.
And being under Higuruma HiromiâŠthough that didnât come until a few weeks after youâd been employed.Â
The first night, youâd barely seen him. Dark hair. Dark circles.
The main thing you remember was that he looked exhaustedâand some strange part of you was actually enticed by the hard-working man. Especially when he was such a gentlemanâŠ
Fuck, that suit fit him so well.
He addressed you oh-so-respectfully; unlike some parents who were tempted to treat you like a live-in server. Hands behind his back. Jet-black eyes to himself as he gave you a two-minute tour around the house- youâd been thoroughly enjoying yourself admiring his broad shoulders in that suit, when a sudden call from the office meant your tour had to be paused.Â
Higuruma had pinched the bridge of his nose with a groan. Heâd sighed.
And he was out that door before you could even confirm bedtime- which hadnât been too much of a problem, to be honest. His daughter was extremely well-behaved and didnât hesitate to let you know.Â
She also didnât hesitate to let you know that her dad was very, very single.
You let her stay up just a liiittle past her bedtime.Â
And then the second night, heâd apologized for his hastiness - telling you that a recent case had them fighting to prepare before the court deadline, and thereâd just been so many fucking tax audits to go through.
You nodded like you understood. But what really intrigued you was when heâd told you that his daughter had just loved having you over. Though a part of you was simply satisfied that you did your job well (buttered popcorn and K-pop Demon Hunters wins again!), you canât deny that it made your heartâŠflutter hearing it from the older man like this.Â
It made you realize that you had a little crush.
So of course, you made him a regular.
And the pay was so good that you were able to weed out your other clients to focus predominantly on Higuruma and his bizarre babysitting schedule (some nights he worked until 3AMâŠ)âyou guessed the overtime was paying off.Â
Though your interactions were limited mostly to the brief conversations before and after- though you never did cross your boundaries. That all came to a head when one night - about a month or two into your babysitting gig - Higuruma suddenly perked up after a late night at the office. It was 3:31AM when he quietly let himself inside the house, sighing as he finally tugged off his tie.
It was 3:32AM by the time you got up off the couch and offered him some cookies youâd made with his daughter in the morning.
3:40AM when he suddenly remembered- and suggested resuming that house tour you didnât get to finish. And though youâd been a bit hesitantâfor nothing other than the fact that you might wake his sleeping daughter up, he promised that the two of you would be quiet.
Then, finally, 3:47AM when he was telling you to be quiet in bed-
âWouldnât wanna wake her up, hm?â The prominent outline of his nose runs down the side of your throat - and it makes you shiver. Fuck, you always have thought that that was one of the most handsome parts of him.Â
A soft moan strangles in your throat as he slots his thickened tip between your foldsâfeeling it like this, your mindâs reeling with the question of how the fuck heâs going to fit like this.
Higuruma always did strike you as the type of man to be big; but this was enough to make your mouth water and your eyes damn-near bulge out of your skull. From here, you were feeling at least seven or eight inches of his erection, furiously hot, wrapped in throbbing red veins and having the most luscious precum dripping out from top. He seemed hard enough to fucking ruin you - just how you wanted it.Â
And as if reading your mind, Higuruma runs his slippery wet tip down your pussylips, and trundles in his low tone. âAre you sure you want to do it? We donât have to rush into anything if you donât want-â
âI do.â Cutting him off mid-sentence.
Although by the way that Higurumaâs stern lips were quirking up ever-so-slightlyâyouâre taking it to mean that he didnât exactly mind. He keeps one hand underneath your ass, so that you can be pushed up into his roverinâ hips, and his other one caresses your cheek softly. âHm, is that soâŠ? Then I guess what I meant to say isâŠcan you take every single inch, sugar?â
You gulp. Your eyes dart down nervously to his twitchinâ, throbbing length. âYes.â
And youâve never been more sure of anything.
Higuruma merely horses out - âThen buckle up, angel.â
Before you know it, his round, ruddied tip is probinâ inside. Sifting your gluey walls from side-to-side before spreading you up so maddeningly open.
He spots your sweet areas with a few dollops of pre- as soon as Higuruma found himself inside you, he was fighting back whimpers of pleasure. The older manâs achinâ cock doing all the talking for him as he shovels his way inâ
âSh-shit.â Your eyes sprint to the back of your head as you take him. âShit, youâre so big-â
The way youâre moving your hips around as though confused whether to buck right down or make him ease up- itâs just so cute. And he plants a reassuring hand on the side of your waist, âEasy now.â Higuruma hushes out, âEeeeeeasy, angel. You can take it for me.â
âRight thereââ You keen out as his flared tip rubs along your g-spot.
And although he knows what you meant, that doesnât stop Higuruma from throwing you a ravishing smirk. Letting his second hand run down your core- âNo, sugar. Right here.â He pushes down right where he knew your womb would be - that soft pressure making your walls clench around him wildly, until you could feel every throb of his engorged tip even in your brain. âAnd youâre gonna take it fâme, right?âÂ
Jostling you hard with every thrustâso that youâre nodding away. Almost pathetically.Â
âMhmâŠexactly what I thought.â He coos - so lovingly thrusting away between your quiverinâ legs. Higurumaâs skin slap-slap-slaps against yours at a steady pace, âJust a few more inches nowâkeep quiet, please.â
âIâm t-trying.â Gnawing down on your lower lip. âHow many more?â
âAh, just one inchâŠtwoâŠâ And after a prolonged thrust- so deep that you swear youâre feeling it in your throat, Higuruma cracks a grin. âMaybe more.â
Five more?
Five more?
And you were already on the verge of being fucked absolutely stupid? Youâre letting a groan escape youâlewd and louder than you intended- and before the realization hits you, Higuruma himself swiftly reaches over to where his work tie had been dangling off the side of the bed. Bunching it up, shoving it between those pretty lips - he couldnât have anyone waking up now, could he?
And thatâs exactly what heâs telling you: âCâmon, angelâŠâ Shoves getting deeper and longer. Rougher- as he rams his thickened inches past where you donât think anyoneâs ever gone before. And throughout it all, the older man was so steady with youââCâmon- câmon. You can do thisâfuuuuuck, you can do this. This pussyâs gonna take all of me, right?â
Nodding and nodding.
âYeah? Because youâre my goooood girl, right? Taking me so well.â He continues rasping - tone pitching higher and higher as he goes on. âMy good- fucking- girlââ
âO-oh, fuck, fuck, fuck-â
âYouâre my goooooood fucking girl, huh?â The stubs of his five oâ clock shadow rub up against your skin. The deeper he thrusts, the hotter his body seems to become on top of yours. More and more. âCan you count how many inches mâputting in you?â
Tears flow down your eyes, âY-yes- mmpf.â Somehow managing past the tie. âAh- four? Five. Six.â
Higurumaâs eyes widen.
âSevenââ Your voice seems like itâs on the verge of cracking. âEight.â
Itâs just too adorable how youâre sweetly attempting to respond to him even with the gag in. And Higuruma canât help himself as he leans in and kisses you through the tie.
Itâs hot and itâs messy.
And it ends up with him smiling against your stuffed lips, âFinally bottomed-out.â
Hazily, youâre blinking a few times. It clears your vision enough for you to jerk your head down and see that it was indeed true, Higuruma had stuffed himself inside your pussy until his thick base was kissinâ your pussylips. Just the most innocent peck.
âAnd nowâŠâ ExceptâŠfuck, except he was reeling right back again. â-for the fun part.â
Right back until that rounded tip stretched your hole out.
Right back inside-
âMakes me wanna put a baby in you- I swear. Taking me like this.âÂ
caleb checks if he'd fit inside
size difference, size kink, excessive use of gege
He was kind, and gentle, and patient. That was how you knew him. Even when tension radiated off his body after a long absence with the fleet. Even when you pestered him, pushed him, secretly hoping he might snap and finally, finally let you make it better.
It's no different now, as he sits there across from you, helping you finish a model plane you'd been working on for weeks.
You crawl across the carpet to him, frustrated with the fiddly parts. "I can't make them fit," you pout, holding out two pieces for inspection.
"Hm?" he hums, placing his own little piece of the project down beside him. "Let me see."
You watch him work on slotting the two parts together, his large, vascular hands manipulating the delicate plastic with a gentleness that reminded you of yourselfââof the restraint he showed when holding you.
He was bigger, after all. So much bigger. All of him.
"There," he says, holding out the expertly joined pieces for you to take. "They fit."
"You forced them."
He looks at the pieces, then to you. "Nah, they fit perfectly. See?" He gestures for you to take themââto see for yourself.
You refuse, unmoving.
He tilts his head. "What's wrong?"
"You're stronger than me."
His lips twitch a little in one corner. "Only a little."
You shake your head, frowning.
"Alright," he says, "Much stronger. Happy?" He asks, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear.
"And bigger."
His eyes drop, analysing, like he hasn't noticed before. Then, a little smile. "Only a little."
You crawl a little closer. Settling on your knees in front of him. "Much bigger."
"Is that right?" he questions, amused.
"Look," you say, holding your palm up for him to meet with his own. His eyes make a slight flick away from your face to your joined handsâto the way his fingers curl over yours comfortably.
"Maybe I just have very⊠very, large hands," he says as his fingers make a path down your palm to wrap around your wrist. His eyes flick across your face. Then, "Should we check the rest of me, too? Check how much bigger I am?"
He was teasing. Playing. Testing. You could turn around and return to your model, and he'd continue on just as he had before: a calm, warm presence.
Instead, you untuck your legs from beneath you, and keeping your eyes on his, you lower yourself onto your backââhair splayed out across the carpet. Heâs pulled a little towards you as he refuses to release your wrist, angling down over you.
A pause.
"Alright," he says finally, much like he had when you'd passed him your two difficult plane parts. "Let gege see."
He lifts himself to his knees and shuffles even closer. Then he lifts your legs and arranges them around his waist and hips, slotting himself up against you.
"Hm," he hums, looming over you, blocking out the sun through the window behind him. "You do look very small like this." His hand snakes up your thigh. A smile pulls at his lips. "You'll stay still for me while I check, won't you? You can be good for gege and stay nice and still.â
Despite your nodââa silent promise to obey, to be goodââhe keeps his grip on your ankle as he works to undo the button at his waistband. Control. You didnât mind it at all. Control was safe.
And when he shoves his pants down just below his ass, he closes the gap between you again, pressing himself between your thighs.
His movements are slow, precise, like theyâd been as he manipulated the tiny little plastic pieces. A hand snaking its way up your calf. His warm palm wrapping around your thigh as his heavy cock, confined in dark briefs, rests against your white cotton underwear.
âSee?â you squeak as he rocks his hips once against you. âAll of you is bigger. We wouldnât fit.â
âWouldnât fit?â he questions, mocking.
Then, without warning, he hooks his thumb into the waistband of his briefs and tugs them down to free himself. Hard, and a little pink at the tip, it adds to his looming presence over you.
Using one hand to hold your hips slightly off the ground, up against him nice and close, he uses the other to press his cock down against your belly.
His head tilts a little.
âI could make it fit,â he announces, sounding a little distracted, eyes fixed where he measures himself against you. âWould stretch your pretty little hole open,â he says. âMight hurt a little⊠But you could bite my hand, yeah? You can take it out on gege.â
You shift a little, starting to squirm.
âMight just take the tipâŠâ he continues as his hand works a little over himself. âBut if you were really good for me⊠so, so good⊠you could hold on to me tight and let me sink all the way inside⊠would fill your belly up nice and deep⊠but weâd fit. Gege promises.â
Heâs barely awake, sprawled on his back, shirtless and warm, breathing slow and deep with one arm draped lazily across your body. His hair is tousled, his mouth parted just slightly, pink lips glistening with sleep. He smells like shampoo and fresh sheets, like home.
Youâve been laying on top of him for an hour now, your cheek squished against his thick pec, his steady heartbeat lulling you into a daze. But thereâs one big, big problem.
Your core has been throbbing the entire time.
âCaleb~â you whisper, pouting as you wiggle a little against him. Your voice comes out sticky sweet, nearly a whine, lips brushing his skin as you press soft kisses to his chest.
He groans softly, barely shifting, palm massaging your thigh without thinking. âI know, pipsqueakâŠâ he mumbles sleepily, âbut mmmh⊠too tiredâŠâ
His voice is gravelly, thick with exhaustion, but the way his fingers squeeze your thighâslow, deliberateâsends heat shooting straight to your core. You clench around nothing, breath catching at the dull ache between your legs.
But thenâŠ
âUse me, babyâŠâ he whispers suddenly, not even opening his eyes. His voice drops low and broken, just shy of a whimper. âMmmhh⊠wanna feel you tooâŠâ
You blink, stunned. âWhaâ?â He just nods, still half-asleep, his arm falling limply back to the bed as he slips further into slumber. And now? Now your pussyâs practically drooling.
Your breath trembles as you slowly slide down his body, nuzzling lower, lower, until your nose presses into the warm bulge in his sweatpants. You inhale shakilyâhe smells like sweat and skin and himâand you press the softest kiss through the fabric. He stirs, a low whine escaping his throat, and you swear you see his hips shift the tiniest bit. So you do it again.
Another soft kiss. Another nuzzle. Your tongue darts out and licks a little stripe through the cotton, and he moans. A sweet, sleepy sound, head tipping back on the pillow, brows furrowed like heâs dreaming of exactly whatâs happening.
You slide his waistband down just enough to free his cockâheavy, flushed, already twitching even in sleepâand your lips part in awe. Your tongue presses flat against the underside of it, licking slowly from base to tip before wrapping your mouth around the head.
He gasps, breath hitching, hips twitching weakly. âMmhhnn⊠baby⊠yeahâŠâ he breathes, not fully conscious but feeling everything. You take him deeper, hollowing your cheeks as your saliva drips down his shaft. You moan around him, the vibration making his cock jerk in your mouth, his abs tightening beneath your palm. But he never opens his eyesâtoo tired, too wrecked.
When you climb back up and sink down onto him minutes later, he lets out the prettiest, broken sigh in his sleep, like you just made all his dreams come true.
You move slowly, grinding your hips down as you bite into his shoulder to muffle your sounds, tears pooling in your eyes at the stretch. His cock fits perfectly inside you even when heâs completely still, even when youâre the one doing all the work.
And Caleb? Still half-asleep. Still moaning. Still letting you use him.
You feel like a goddamn pervert riding your boyfriendâs dick while heâs drifting in and out of sleep, but when his arms weakly wrap around you and he breathes out, "so warm⊠feel so good, pipsqueakâŠ"â
he's obviously started watching porn, but finds himself confused by how different his looks compared to the men in the clips. most are nice and proportionate to their bodies, some long and lithe, some shorter, but none as thick and heavy as his. why are his balls sticking to the inside of his thighs when it gets hot? why is his cock so heavy that he walks slower than other men? he hates it.
when he sees bigger sizes being praised online he figures they don't mean him. because his cock isn't just big, it's heavy, fat, swings when he walks, and takes up all the space in his boxers. he can't even find a sex doll for him to fuck that'll withstand his size. he's torn through all of them.
how is he ever going to be in a relationship?
when you started liking him, choso had forgotten all about the monstrosity in his underwear and got all caught up in your flirtations. he's never had someone as beautiful as you pay so much attention to him. you're one of yuji's friends from college that's staying at their house for the summer. you include him on your outings with yuji, get him little gifts you say reminded you of him, call him pretty and trace his tattoos with your hands... it all has his brain melting into goo. he only remembers that he's a freak when you're sat on the couch with him sitting on the floor between your legs during movie night, and you're scratching his scalp lightly with your fingertips.
the slow, repeated motion has his cock twitching and slowly rising in his pants, giving an especially hard throb when you tug his hair gently and squish your thighs around him. your hole is close enough to his nose for him to smell you, the sweet tangy scent making his mouth water.
he doesn't notice how bad it looks until his cock is fully stood up in his shorts, and he looks down, seeing the huge tent in his trousers and pushes his hands over it, stumbling to his feet. the quick, sudden movements making him dizzy. "i t-think i left my computer on upstairs" he mumbles, pushing down on his cock and praying you can't see how hard he is. you look up at him through long lashes and tilt your head, giving him a look that's disastrously similar to one you'd probably make if you sucked him off. it has him starting to leak an embarrassing amount.
with a yelp, he rushes upstairs before you can see the mess he's made of himself. he's so disoriented that he accidentally finds himself in the guest room, the one you're currently using, instead of his. and it's heaven. all your little trinkets everywhere, your scent stuck in the room... he dumps himself face first on the bed and buries his face into the pillow you're using, inhaling deeply and starting to hump the mattress through his shorts.
his cock is so swollen, even fatter and more sensitive than normal, and his hip rolls are slow and heavy as he grinds down onto the cushy duvet, inhaling large gusts of your shampoo and lotion from the pillow and imagining he's grinding on you instead. soft, sweet, pretty you. he's so obsessed with you. and you like him too, he knows it... how will he fit his cock in you when the time finally comes for him to fuck you?
"mngh... s-shit-" he groans into the pillow, strings of saliva coating it from his parted lips. he hasn't had feelings like this for another person for as long as he can remember, and imagining you being able to take all of him has his brain completely messed up.
choso pants your name and reaches down to cup his balls through his thin shorts, massaging the heavy mounds as more precum shoots out of his tip and leaks onto your mattress. he wonders if you've touched yourself on this bed too. maybe you touched yourself to him- "oh ff-fuck-" he chokes out, tearing his pants off and grinding his cock raw on your mattress, his fat cock now bare to the cool air of the room and to anyone that could walk in...
"choso, are you in my room? i've been looking for you everywhere! why have you been gone so long? yuji told me to come check on-"
you barge into the room unceremoniously and look at choso rubbing his huge dick on your bed, leaking cum everywhere out of his thick, flushed tip and sniffing your pillow.
"oh my gosh."
he tries to get up quickly, but he's so dazed and his orgasm was ruined and his poor cock hurts so much... he can't stop what he's doing, continuing to hump your bed while looking at you with huge, glossy eyes. "ne- hic- need help, please..." he begs, lips parted as a moan bubbles out of him.
you'd be completely grossed out if this were anyone else in the world sneaking into your room and getting off to you like this, but you know choso. he's so sweet and gentle, and if he got this desperate, you know he must've been wanting you for a long time. you pause by the door. "h-how do you want me to help you?"
he sniffles and pouts up at you. "i wanna do this to you instead..." he says, reaching a hand out for you.
slowly, you approach him, and he makes quick work of tugging you under him. he parts your legs and lines his bare cock up with your clothed hole, starting to grind down on you while panting and looking straight into your eyes.
you gasp at the pleasure erupting through you as he starts to grind down on you. the friction is delicious, and his weight on top of you allows for firmer pressure of your crotches against one another. from this angle, you can look down proper and see if his dick really was as big as it felt, and you gasp at the huge, thick flesh pressing into you.
choso whimpers and frantically kisses you to distract you from gaping at his cock. "please don't look at it," he moans against your mouth, enjoying how good you taste. somehow it's even better than you smell, and he can't resist sliding his tongue past your lips and tangling your tongue with his as he humps you. " 's big and ugly."
he never thought he'd be fortunate enough to do this, but here he is, grinding on and kissing his crush, and all he needed to do was ask. you're nearly distracted by kissing him, but you catch on to his words of insecurity and pull away, panting. "that's not- ah, true, choso. your cock is mnh! nice..."
he perks up, getting overexcited by your praise and moans and squirming. he grabs your hips and tugs off your bottoms, lifting you up and rubbing himself against your naked hole. "yeah?" he pants. "you like it? ugh, 'm so close..."
you mewl each time his wet tip notches partially in your hole then slips out, offering a momentary stretch before he returns to humping you. "c-can i cum on you?" he whines, rubbing you on his dick and maneuvering your body in his big hands. "please... i like you so much, i want you to smell like me-"
"y-yeah... f-fuck, you can put it in me if you want to, too." you gasp as he pushes just a little bit inside again and pulls out, returning to rubbing against you sloppily.
he whines, not wanting to reject your offer, but knowing he'll probably never fit inside you. the thought of stretching you out again and having you cry and squirm on his dick if he buried himself inside you all the way has his vision going white, and his eyes roll as he shoots hot ropes of cream all over your tummy, with you following right after.
as you cum together, choso bends down and kisses you hard once more, dumping his body on yours and practically slurping on your tongue. he's getting all excited again and doesnt notice you grabbing his half-hard cock at the base, starting to slowly push it inside you...
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18+ mdni â° .á satoru's a whiny mess fucking your thighs
satoru is on his knees with your hips resting on his quads, white hair clinging to his sweaty forehead as he grips one of your plush thighs with a bruising strength. he's using the other hand to press his cock down onto your cunt as he thrusts languidly, dragging his shaft between your slick folds.
his brows are pinched together, pupils blown wide with what can only be descibed as hunger. he's staring down at the point where your bodies meet with a desperation he couldn't contain even if he tried.
"baby, please," he whines, "please, let me fuck you."
"satoru⊠noâ" you gasp when he guides his angry, flushed tip to your entrance, nudging against the hole before letting just the head slip inside. "ânot without a condom."
he groans loudly, sliding his cockhead out of your cunt before he thrusts forward again, pulling a sharp moan from your throat when his length glides along your clit.
"but i need you. please." he sounds pathetic, desperate, voice cracking when he begs you. "i'll be good, i'll pull out i swear, baby."
you can feel your cunt throbbing from the sound of his begging, the heat in your core threatening to break your resolve as he keeps fucking himself against your wet slit. his shaft is glistening, coated in your arousal so each time he drags his hips back there's a wet schliiick. and each he pushes forward his tip catches on your entrance again, threatening to slip inch after inch into your warm, sopping cunt.
"careful satoru," you coo, rolling your hips against him, "not inside."
his hands grab your waist harshly, halting your movement. "then stop that," he seethes, breathing ragged, chest heaving as his eyes slide up to yours.
you smile softly, innocently, like you're not denying him the one thing he's craving and then dangling it in front of him, just out of reach.
without another word his hands move to the back of your knees, pushing them together and towards your chest, the sudden shift making you cry out.
"toru!"
your thighs come together around his cock, the supple flesh is squeezing his length tight, pressing him harder against your throbbing clit as he thrusts faster.
hips slapping against the back of your legs, a cascade of moans fall from both of your mouths. your eyes squeeze shut as he ruts between your thighs, his hard cock dragging against your sensitive clit. each groove, each vein along his shaft works to overstimulate you.
"f-fuuuck, baby, you're so wet," satoru gasps.
and you were. a white sticky mess building between your legs, webs of slick being stretched and pulled with each roll of satoru's hips. your arousal is like lube as he continues to fuck himself into your thighs, his pace increasing as he snaps his hips into you.
it's obscene, and it feels so much better than you thought it would, so much better than it should, you think.
"wanna slip it in," satoru whimpers, "please, can i? jus' for a second, 'm so close. just once baby, wanna feel you wrapped around me."
you're barely listening over the sound of your own moans while he babbles on hopelessly. your hands grip the sheets as your walls fluttering around nothing, more of your juices dribbling out onto satoru's dick and the sheets beneath you.
"fuckkk, haah- please," satoru begs again, "jus' the tip."
satoru's cock is leaking, his own precum seeping out of the little slit on his tip, just making everything louder as his skin slips against yours.
"n-noâ" you rasp, "toru, fasterâŠ"
he obeys without a beat of hesitation.
muscled arms wrap around your legs as he hugs them to his chest, fucking himself harder into the snug space between them. you arch off his lap, pressing your weeping cunt up against his shaft at the same time, making you both whine.
"baby, baby, 'm gonna cum," he rambles on, "feels soâ fuck, 'm gonna cum, you're so goodâ"
"do it, toru, please. wan' you to cum on me," you mewl, voice pitchy and breathless.
and that breaks him.
hips stuttering, with a guttural groan he thrusts one last time.
his cock pulses and his seed spills out onto your stomach, your hips, your cunt. he's panting raggedly, still holding your legs to his body as satoru continues rolling his hips slowly, fucking himself through his high.
his eyes cut down to your pussy and he moans again, cock twitching once more as the last of his cum dribbles out when he sees the gooey, white spend smeared onto your puffy folds.
another edited repost from my old blog :p i love whiny toru also sry if typos i didnt rlly proofread after i made changes
ááđ nanami hates when you push on his hips slightly cause of the overstimulation heâs fucking you into . . mdni!
nanamiâs already so deep when it starts getting too much for you.
his cockâs thick and hot, stretching you open with every slow, deliberate roll of his hips, and youâre shaking underneath him, thighs trembling, breath hitching into little broken sobs. heâs been fucking you steady for what feels like forever, patient, controlled, whispering soft praises against your temple even while heâs splitting you apart.
but the second your hands slip down to his hips and pushâjust a tiny, desperate nudge to get a break from how intense it feelsâhe freezes.
his whole body locks up.
then that low, dangerous voice right against your ear.
âhah⊠fuck.â he exhales hard through his nose. âwhere do you think youâre going?â
before you can even stammer out an answer his weight drops.
full. heavy and pinning. chest crushing your tits flat to the mattress, thick arms caging your head, forearms bracketing your face so you canât turn away. his hips snap forward harder than before, burying every last inch so deep your eyes roll and your mouth falls open on a silent scream.
âyou donât get to run from this,â he murmurs, voice rougher now, still soft in that awful, loving way that makes your cunt flutter around him. âyou take it. all of it.â
one big hand slides up, covers your mouth completely. palm warm, fingers splayed wide so your muffled whimpers vibrate right into his skin. he doesnât squeeze, doesnât hurtâjust holds. keeps every needy little sound locked behind his hand while he starts fucking you in long, punishing strokes.
the wet slap of his hips meeting your ass fills the room. loud. obscene. you can feel how soaked you are, how your slickâs dripping down your thighs, coating his balls every time he bottoms out.
his other hand snakes between your bodies.
two fingers find your clit immediately: swollen, oversensitive, throbbing and he doesnât tease you, just rubs firm, tight circles.
your man is mean.
your whole body jerks under him, back arching uselessly because thereâs nowhere to go. heâs too heavy, too deep, too everywhere. the overstimulation hits like a freight train and youâre crying into his palm, tears slipping down your temples, thighs trying to snap shut but his knees keep you spread wide.
âthere she is,â he breathes against your cheek. âthatâs it. let it happen.â
he grinds in deep, pubic bone crushing right against your clit while his fingers keep working merciless little circles. your cunt clamps down so hard he groansâlow, wreckedâand his rhythm stutters for half a second before he fucks you even harder.
âgonna cum again for me?â his voice is velvet dragged over gravel. âeven though itâs too much? even though youâre shaking?â
you can only sob into his hand. nod frantically. thighs quivering, toes curling, whole body wound so tight you think you might break.
he presses his forehead to yours. eyes dark, pupils blown. watching every twitch of your face while he ruins you.
âgood girl,â he whispers. âcum on my cock. soak me. make a fucking mess.â
his fingers speed up. relentless, and you do.
you shatter so hard your vision whites out, back bowing, cunt spasming violently around his length while you scream into his palm. he doesnât stop fucking you through itâkeeps that same brutal pace, drawing it out until youâre limp and twitching and drooling against his hand.
only then does he finally slow.
still buried to the hilt.
still heavy on top of you.
he lifts his palm just enough to let you gasp wet, shaky breaths.
then he kisses the corner of your mouth, soft and almost tender.
âyouâre not going anywhere,â he murmurs. ânot until i say so.â
and he rolls his hips againâjust once. slow and deep.
yes, the idea of reader getting used as a fleshlight is fantastic, but what about reader using him as a dildo? not worried about his pleasure. you're only fucking him because he's a loser with a huge cock.
you're stuffing your panties (lacy, soaked through, reeking of your perfect pussy) into his face in a failed attempt to stifle his loud, unabashed moans. he definitely hasn't been fucked before, if so, not like this. due to his inexperience, he's probably came way too many times already inside you, and so you're bouncing on his fat, slimy cock with cum sloshing inside you and leaking with every bounce onto his pelvis.
"oh fuck- shut up, will you? i'm t-trying... mmnh... to focus," you manage out. trying to sound stern is basically an impossibility when you've got his cock smushed inside you to the hilt.
his hands are fisted in the sheets, knuckles white, thighs trembling beneath you as you sink down on him and then rock your hips back and forth while completely stuffed. this method doesn't give him as much pleasure as it does for you, but you don't care. this isn't for his pleasure, or your connection. all you care about is how deep he hits when you sink all the way, how your cunt's clenching so tight he can't stop shaking.
"f-fuck-!" he whines again pathetically through the lace in his mouth, drool soaking the crotch of your panties where they're pressed over his mouth and nose. his eyes are wide, glassy, fixed on the place where you meet him. it's humiliating how desperate he looks.
"you like getting used, huh?" you pant, beginning to bounce again so the overstimulation hits once more. you let his big, drooling cock drag and catch with each rough bounce. it makes that slick, wet sound every time you move.
"ah- ye-yeah, like it soooo much," he moans so loud it vibrates through your soaked panties, tries to say something, but you shove your panties harder into his face so you don't hear what shit he has to say. his cock pulses again and you can feel more warmth spill out of you, overflowing from the tip, dripping down to his balls in glooping heaps. "such a -shit- big fucking cock wasted on a nobody like ngh! you. y-you don't deserve it."
your voice cracks halfway through but you don't stop or pretend this is anything but using him like he's just a toy that happens to twitch and moan and cum without your permission. your hands are braced on his chest for balance, his skin hot and slick under your palms from how hard he's sweating, poor thing.
you push the underwear just enough to see his eyes, which are teary and rolled back. his eyes clamp shut when you drop down especially hard, and his whole body jerks like he's seizing. his stomach tightens under your hands but the second you grind down again deep, slow and mean, he lets out a strangled sob into your panties, soaked through with spit and the sharp scent of your cunt.
"mmnh, fuck, look at you," you breathe out, "you're crying, sweetheart. is it too much?" you coo mockingly, dragging your hips up until just his swollen tip is nestled at the edge of your cunt, nearly pulling out. the area where his cockhead enters you is smeared in cum and slick. he scrabbles at your arms, needing to be back inside you. then, without warning, you slam back down, clamping hard on him.
he screams behind the fabric. legs kicking. you begin grinding down hard as punishment until you feel another twitch inside you, his cock thickening, spurting another weak, creamy load. his fifth? sixth? doesn't matter.
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đđ itâs just kissing. until youâre soaked, trembling, and begging for more . . .
( mdni. cw: heavy make-out sesh, spit kink, dry humping, ab riding, finger sucking, nipple play, possessive!toji, praise/degradation, overstim, light dumbification, lowk soft vibes at the end )
itâs nearly midnight and tojiâs been trying to be good.
he promised heâd let you sleep. said he wouldnât lay a finger on you. insisted heâd âbehaveâ, keep his hands to himself, even when you came padding out of the bathroom in nothing but one of his shirts, hair still damp from your shower, lips all pouty from chewing on them while scrolling through texts.
youâd kissed his temple goodnight and said, âjust one more episode,â curling up on the couch beside him with your bare thigh brushing against his sweatpants like it was nothing.
it was everything.
and now here you areâ straddling his lap, his tongue halfway down your throat, his hand fisted in the back of your (his) shirt, holding on so tightly youâd think you might vanish if he let go.
he doesnât even remember what show you were watching. doesnât care. your lips taste like that strawberry lip balm you always reapply without thinking, your body is soft and warm and squirming on top of his, and your breath keeps hitching in these tiny, desperate little whines everytime he sucks on your tongue like heâs starving.
and he is.
fuck, he is.
âyouâre killinâ me,â he rasps against your mouth, voice hoarse and low, breath hot where it fans across your cheek. âcanât even look at you without gettinâ hard.â
you giggle, barely, and he swallows it down with another kiss, wetter this time, messier, dragging the slick from your bottom lip all the way to your chin with his tongue.
âslow down,â you pant, trying to pull back, voice airy and breathless. âi canât even breathe, tojiââ
âdonât need to,â he grunts, hand sliding up to cup the back of your head. âjust stay right here, baby. let me kiss you.â
your lips are already swollen, spit-slick and puffy, smeared at the edges from how long heâs been mouthing at them like heâs trying to imprint himself. your thighs twitch where theyâre pressed tight around his waist, and he can feel the heat of your cunt through the flimsy cotton shorts youâre wearing. itâs driving him insane.
he wants to ruin you. wants to drag this out until youâre trembling on top of him, crying from how good it feels, from how much you want more.
but he also just wants to kiss you.
and kiss you.
and kiss you again.
âso fuckinâ pretty,â he groans, lips dragging down to your jaw, your neck, your collarbone, mouthing open-mouthed kisses into every inch of your skin. âmy girl. my fuckinâ girl.â
his voice sounds wrecked, like heâs been holding this in for hours, maybe days. truth is, he has.
you grind down slightly and his hips jerk up on instinct, cock thick and heavy beneath you, the fabric of his sweats doing nothing to hide how hard heâs been from the second you sat on him. and even now, he doesnât move to fuck you. doesnât slip his hand into your shorts. just keeps kissing you as if itâs the only thing keeping him alive.
your eyes are glossy now.
barely focused, blinking dreamily as your body melts further into his lap, every breath puffing out in soft little huffs. your thighs quiver where theyâre straddling his hips, your cuntâs soaked through your shorts and pressed flush to the thick line of his cock. itâs so obvious, the heat of it, the wetnessâ he could swear he feels you pulse when he shifts beneath you.
your foreheadâs damp, strands of hair starting to cling to your skin from how warm itâs gotten in the room, or maybe from how long heâs been touching you, mouthing at your jaw, your throat, your cheek, your lips like heâs addicted.
and god, your fucking lips.
tojiâs staring again, totally fixatedâ he canât help it. theyâre so red. so wet. raw at the edges, shiny with both your spit and his, like theyâve been fucked just as thoroughly as your cunt is about to be. and they tremble when you breathe. twitch when you shift. part just barely when you try to speak.
âopen your mouth for me,â he instructs, voice rough. âand keep your eyes on mine.â
you do it without thinking, flattening your tongue as your lips parted. and toji lets out the filthiest fucking sound, low in his throat, gaze dark, almost fevered when he leans in and drags his tongue across yours.
your whole body jumps.
he licks slow. deliberate. tongue thick and heavy as he presses it flat and smooth over yours, tracing the underside, dragging it back and forth with obscenely wet sounds filling the air between you. your lashes flutter. your hips buck once, a small gasp leaving you, and toji growls.
âfuck- look at you,â he breathes, eyes flicking up to your face. âso fuckinâ sweet, baby. you gonna cum just from this?â
you donât answer. canât. youâre shaking now, thighs clamped tight around his waist as your cunt pulses and clenches over nothing. itâs too muchâ too filthy, too intimate, too messy.
spit drips from your tongue down your chin, pooling at the corners of your mouth, and toji watches it fall like itâs the most beautiful thing heâs ever seen. he shifts his hand to your jaw, thumbing at the stretch of your lips, smearing it a little more.
you try to pull backâ but he holds you still.
his other hand is splayed over your thigh, squeezing, thumb pressing into the soft inside near your hip. he knows what heâs doing. knows exactly what kind of mess youâre turning into.
âyouâre shakinâ, baby,â he murmurs, licking into your mouth again. âtoo much?â
ânoââ your voice is barely a whisper, breath stuttering out as he nudges your tongue with his, slower this time, sloppier. âtoji, pleaseâŠâ
âplease what?â he croons, trailing his mouth along your cheek, all the way up to your ear. âyou want more? want me to fuck you right here, just like this? havenât even touched you yet, and youâre already so wet for me.â
his voice is so proud. too proud. and your face burns, heat creeping up your neck as he grinds his hips up against your core, just enough to make you choke on a moan.
his lips find yours again. hungry. greedy. suckling on your bottom lip like itâs his last meal. he shifts under you, pushing his thigh between yours so your soaked cunt has something to rut against, and godâ you do.
you start rocking desperately. humping the muscle of his leg like you canât help it.
and he watches you.
dark, hooded gaze burning into you as he whispers, âthatâs it. fuck yourself on me. juuust like that.â
his hand drags up, fingers catching on the hem of your shirt before palming over your tits. your nippleâs already hard, poking through the thin fabricâ and he rolls it between his fingers lazily, pinching just enough to make you gasp.
âyâknow,â he says between kisses, âyou talk like youâre innocent, but look at you nowâŠâ
he pauses to kiss you againâ long, slow, tongue pushing deep.
âmakinâ a mess on my fuckinâ thigh. grindinâ on me like a needy little bitch in heat.â
you whimper. he grins. and then he sinks his teeth into your bottom lip again, tugging, soothing the bite with his tongue.
âyou love it when i talk to you like this, donât you.â
he doesnât wait for an answer.
because he already knows.
your breathing starts to hitch.
you try to roll your hips harder, grind down and get something, but toji doesnât let you. his hands clasp firmly around your waist, fingers digging in with bruising force, keeping your pace slow and steady, borderline torturous. his leg still flexed between yours, cock still hard under your soaked core, but he wonât move.
just watches you unravel.
he shifts a littleâ subtle. enough for the outline of his erection to nudge against the curve of your ass, but not enough to give you the pressure you need. itâs cruel. calculated. every tiny movement he makes is designed to keep you needy. teetering.
âyou wanna go faster?â he murmurs, low and smug against your jaw. âtoo bad, baby. youâre gonna stay just like this.â
you whimper in frustration.
the ache is unbearable now, all heat and no friction. your pussy throbs with every shift of his thigh, your shorts utterly ruined by how wet you are. toji grins against your skin when he feels itâ the sticky drag of your cunt trying to hump him through your clothes, and the tremble in your thighs when he doesnât let you.
you snap.
fingers tangle in his hair and you yank hard.
his head tilts back, throat exposed, and the growl he lets out is gutturalâ feral. it rumbles from his chest like itâs been clawing to get out, and it only makes your cunt clench tighter. you donât even think, you just lean in and bite.
his bottom lip, swollen and raw, caught between your teeth. you suck, then bite again, leaving it slick and puffy before switching to the top. you mouth at it, nip and tug, until tojiâs breath catches and his tongue pushes against your lips, desperate to be let in.
you smirk.
and let him.
only to suck on it the second it slips past your teeth.
toji shudders. literally. his arms jerk around you, dragging your body flush against his like he canât bear another second of distance. youâre both pressed together nowâ chests heaving, thighs locked, mouths devouring, his cock twitching beneath you with zero friction and way too much tension.
âfuck,â he pants into your mouth, voice wrecked. âfuckinâ knew you were nasty.â
you moan in response, tongue swirling around his just like you do when youâre going down on himâ when you lick around the head of his cock, slow and teasing, eyes up, lips stretched wide. and from the way tojiâs hips jerk up this time, you know heâs thinking about it too.
he leans back, dragging you with him until heâs slouched deep into the couch, your chest pressed against his, thighs spread wide, and your entire weight pushing down onto him.
the second your hips are free. your pace no longer restrained, you start moving again.
grinding. humping. rubbing your soaked pussy up and down the firm swell of his abs, catching on the ridges of his stomach and letting out a moan so obscene toji actually curses.
âjesus christââ he mutters, watching you rock against him like you donât care about anything else.
his hands trail down your back, then up under your shirt, dragging the fabric up until his fingers find your tits, already bare, already sensitive. he palms one, kneading the soft flesh lazily before flicking his thumb over your nipple.
you arch into him with a high, broken sound.
but heâs not done.
he pulls back from the kiss, eyes locked on your face, and brings one hand to your cheekâ then slips his thumb between your lips.
you donât hesitate.
you take it. suck it deep, tongue dragging along the pad as you whimper, lashes fluttering, completely gone.
âopen wider,â he says quietly.
you do.
his thumb presses deeper, back along your tongue, until your throat tightens and your eyes well with tears. you gag around it, drool slipping past your lips in endless, sticky streams, and toji watches like heâs watching the sun rise.
âfuckinâ perfect,â he mutters, âyou donât even know how good you look like this.â
he pulls his thumb out slowly, coating the saliva all over your lips, across your cheeks, your chinâ messy and unbothered.
you rut against him harder.
âthat feel good?â he teases, dragging the wet thumb down to your throat. âyou like when i get you all messy, baby? donât even know where youâre lookinâ. youâre so far gone already.â
you really are.
your fingers are clawing at his shoulders, thighs trembling, face dazed and soaked, cunt throbbing where it presses down again and again, leaving a wet patch on his abs. toji swears he could cum just from watching you do this.
toji should take a picture. he wants to. wants to save this exact image of youâ mouth open, tongue flicking out on instinct, lips shiny and swollen, face flushed and slack, like youâve officially stopped functioning. but he knows if he moves right now, even a little, youâll whine. complain. maybe even cry.
and god help him, he canât handle that.
not when youâre riding the edge, writhing on his lap with your cunt absolutely drenched through your shorts. he kisses you again insteadâ slow and wet, spit getting everywhere. occasionally he switches it out for his thumb, pushing it past your lips, watching you suck it with shaky little moans like your brainâs running on autopilot now.
you feel as if youâre floating.
your pussy aches, hot and puffy and overstimulated from how long heâs been teasing you. the lack of underwear only makes it worseâ makes every movement drag raw over the ridges of his abs, every grind smear more slick against him. you try to kiss back, but youâre gone. breath too short, limbs too loose. so you just keep your mouth open, let him do what he wantsâ licking, biting, spitting, owning every inch of you with his mouth.
your hips stutter, rhythm breaking. your moans are airy, high-pitched, on the verge of breaking into sobs, and thatâs how toji knowsâ
youâre close.
real close.
and he wants it.
he suddenly straightens his back, dragging you up by the hair, angling your face so your hazy eyes meet his. his pupils are blown wide, lips wet and agape, and the look on his face is pure hunger.
âbaby,â you gasp, barely able to speak, âiâm- i thinkââ
âyeah,â he whispers, nodding. âi know. cum for me.â
thatâs all it takes.
your body locks up. your mouth drops open on a cry you barely register, and you cum so hard your thighs tremble, your arms give out, your whole body shudders with it. your hips are still moving, but only because toji wonât let you stop, guiding them with his hands in slow, deep grinds that keep the aftershocks rolling.
your brain is static. your limbs jelly. your mouth hangs open again, breathing raggedâ
and toji leans in.
lets a fat string of spit fall from his mouth straight into yours.
you gasp, loud and sharp, and he smirks when your thighs twitch violently, body jolting from the oversensitivity. he presses two fingers under your chin and closes your mouth gently, coaxing you to swallow, watching your throat bob with pride practically dripping from his expression.
âthatâs it,â he murmurs, voice thick. âgood girl. swallow it all.â
he doesnât stop touching you. doesnât stop whispering things you can barely hear as he lays you gently against his chest, massive arms wrapped around you, thumb stroking up and down your spine. youâre limp, almost dazed out, but you feel safe. floaty. warm.
his dick is throbbing in his sweatsâ aching, hard as stoneâ but he ignores it for now. more than content knowing he made you fall apart just from this.
solely just from kissing you.
minutes pass. your breathing steadies. you shift a little, lifting your head off his shoulder and blinking at him, your eyes glassy but clear again.
toji raises a brow.
you pout.
he smirks.
âwhat?â he says, all fake innocence.
you scowl, slap his chest lightly, then trail your fingers up to your faceâ poking at your lips with a frown. âyouâre a freak,â you mumble, voice hoarse. âmy mouth is so fucking sore. i canât even talk properly.â
âhmm.â toji clears his throat, smug as ever. âwell, this freak just made you cum so hard you forgot your own name, so maybe say thank you next time.â
you roll your eyes so hard it hurts. but you donât deny it.
he grins wider, shifting under youâ pressing his cock against your bare pussy once more. âplus,â he drawls, âi think i deserve a little extra for beinâ such a good boy, no?â
you snort. âyouâre lucky iâm even still conscious.â
his hips flex on purpose again, and you glare at him, but the twitch between your legs betrays you.
âyouâre getting a handjob,â you mutter. âmaybe.â
tojiâs already nodding. âiâll take it. gladly.â
your hand slips under the waistband of his sweats.
he groans.
and by the time youâve got him moaning under your touch, his head thrown back and his voice breaking with every pump of your fist, youâre whispering a promise against his earâ
some part of you thought that maybe sukuna would be startled upon being caught red-handed (or... mouth-handed) like this. but as you lean against the doorway and drink in the lewd position you've walked in on him in, he just looks at you.
"no," you watch his palm pull up and off the tip of his cock, and the drooling mouth that you're sure was just sucking the soul out of himself seals up. he makes a point of closing his fist around the thick length of his cock and giving it a few rough strokes. "you see things that aren't there. you're odd."
you cross your arms. "well i'm not the one sucking my own dick."
"don't call it that. and you have no cock to suck," sukuna bites, hitting right where it hurts. a sudden reminder that you'll never be able to slip it into a warm and loving mouth like your ownâŠ
âshut the fuck up.â
you step into the room, ignoring the disgruntled noise he makes at your movement, and plop yourself down on the bed where he stretches out, stroking himself languidly.
"you're perverted," he tsks, ignoring your hungry eyes as he keeps pace. "go on, then. serve me with your mouth."
"i think you can do that well enough for yourself," you shrug.
"i should spank your ass raw, brat."
despite his sharp words, sukuna doesn't make much of an effort to stop you when you pull his hand from his cock and trace your finger over his palm. there's no mouth in sight, though his skin is covered in a sheen of what could either be precome or saliva. you aren't sure.
you give his open palm a soft kiss. "come on, kuna. i think it's hot, you know."
he doesn't reply, just bears his teeth a little as you guide his palm back to his leaking tip, pushing it gently against the in-tact skin. you aren't so sure how it works, his hand-mouth. the only glimpses you get of it are when he's using it to suck on your clit while he fucks you full of his cock.
it takes you reaching down with your free hand to give his balls a squeeze for him to finally relent and, with a groan, let the mouth on his palm manifest. you watch it latch on to the tip of his cock, collecting his beading pre on the tongue before you gently push his palm down a little, feeding sukuna's own cock to himself.
"can you taste it?" you ask, rolling his balls a little with your free hand.
"yes."
"do you like it?"
"keep asking questions and i'll replace this mouth with your own."
he's groaning his words out, rolling his hips up a little to push into his palm better. you don't listen to his threats, though you know they aren't empty.
"does it have a gag reflex?" you chime, taking sukuna's irritation as a chance to push his palm down even further, and watch in awe as he takes his own cock down to the base. "holy shit."
sukuna groans at the sudden engulfment, tipping his head back and bucking his hips up in rhythm with the push of your hand down on his own. he's in nirvana for all of five seconds before you laugh.
"it's like the fucking bag from mary poppins!"
"what the fuck is aâ" sukuna cuts himself off, preferring to find his orgasm in peace than entertain the weird shit you say. his free hand comes up to the back of your head, and with a strained 'shut the fuck up', he pushes your head down to his balls.
you're easily occupied, smiling as you mouth over his sack with a kiss before starting on worshipping him properly. your warm mouth works in beautiful tandem with his, which takes his cock right down to the base.
you only chime up again when his balls tighten up, and you're met with the full force of his orgasm as he spills right into his mouth-hand with a chesty groan. you pull off his sack with a grin "ha, you just ate your own load."
chest heaving, sukuna growls. his hand pulls off his cock and shoots down to caress the side of your face, all too soft to be genuine. there's a stupid spark of amusement in his eyes that has your lips parting to ask what the fuck he has planned for you.
your question is answered before it can even leave your lips. pushing you backwards onto the bed and pressing himself in between your thighs, he doesn't give you a second to react before he's covering your mouth with his hand.
â§â Ëâč husband!higuruma wants you to ride his face after work 18+
you donât even need to tell hiromi what you want (need) after a long day at work. all you have to do is shut the door a little harder than usual, kick your shoes off with a little more force, and heâs already in front of you, hands running up and down your back. your hands slip around his neck as you pull him closer to you, resting your head on his chest.Â
you know heâs had a tough day at work, as he always does. his tie is loose around his neck, top buttons of his white shirt undone. the two of you stand there in silence, letting the comfort of finally being at home in each otherâs arms envelop you.Â
he doesn't need to ask you how your day was. you don't need to ask him. the both of you know it all too well; the stress, the fatigue, the sleepless nights. itâs even rare for you to be at home at the same time at an adequate hour in the evenings. so, the fact that youâre finally alone with him before midnight on a weekday is making you unreasonably horny. you can smell his aftershave from the morning lingering on his skin, feel the warmth of his calloused palms as they caress your bare arms.
itâs been daysâno, weeksâsince the two of you have had sex. but you don't want to burden him, to ask him to pick you up and take care of you in the ways you so desperately crave. so, the two of you trudge to your shared bedroom to get changed out of your stifling work clothes.Â
higuruma watches you as you slide your trousers off, arms folded across his chest, the muscles in his forearms drawn taut. as you begin to unbutton your shirt, you feel his firm chest brush up against your back, hands slipping the fabric off of your body and snaking around your bare waist, pulling you close. he dips his head down, peppering loving kisses across your shoulders, trailing upwards to your neck. as he nips at your skin and his hands roam over your stomach, lightly massaging your breasts, you can't help but sigh. itâs laced with need and longing, and your husband knows this.Â
âhiromi,â your breath catches. just the raw, skin-to-skin contact is making arousal pool in your underwear, thighs squeezing together on instinct.Â
âlet me eat you out,â he whispers, breath fanning against your ear and making your stomach flutter. âplease.â
âbut you must be so tired, baby. donât worry about me, you should rest,â you tell him, though your body gives away your desires, automatically leaning into his touch. âyouâve had a long day.â
âso have you,â he mumbles into your skin. âlet me take care of you.â
every nerve in your body is screaming at you to just take his offer and indulge yourself for one night.Â
your husband turns you to face him. he leans in closer. now, you can smell the faint scent of his cologne mingling with sweat on his skin. itâs musky and heavy and so so him. his eyes flick down to your lips and he presses his against yours. the kiss is tender and full of all the love you hold for one another but never have the time to say. his taste is familiar; reminds you of home.Â
as he tangles his tongue with yours, he starts to gently push you towards the bed behind you. he breaks the kiss, a strand of saliva connecting his lips to yours, and rests his hands on your shoulders. you sit on the edge of the bed and shuffle backwards, leaning against the mess of pillows at the head of the mattress, elbows planted by your sides.Â
you clench together to try and provide some semblance of friction between your legs, where your clit is aching with need. slowly, higuruma crawls towards you. he parts your legs and you let yourself get lost in the warmth of his touch, his rough hands running across the burning hot skin of your inner thighs. a soft exhale escapes his lips when his gaze falls upon the damp spot that has begun to spread across your cotton underwear. you suddenly feel exposed, sitting here in nothing but your bra and panties, whilst heâs fully dressed and looking up at you with glassy, pleading eyes.Â
he leans his head against the inside of your plush flesh, and you extend a hand to cup his face. the ebony haired man in front of you nuzzles into your palm as you stroke your thumb across his cheek. hiromi begins to kiss the inside of your hand, sending chills scampering down your spine, and never once breaking eye contact with you.Â
âplease,â he pulls away slightly and his voice cracks with hunger. âlet me make you feel good. you deserve it.âÂ
higuruma shifts his body to be face to face with your clothed, yet still drenched, pussy.Â
âi donât want to burden you, hiromiââ
youâre cut off by him pressing his nose into the fabric and inhaling deeply. âyouâre never a burden,â he kisses your core. âi can relieve your stress for you. i want to help you out.â his worship of your body as if it were a temple makes butterflies swarm within you.
you nod lightly, any sense of resolve dissipating in an instant. âokay.â
hiromi wastes no time in peeling the sticky fabric away from you, tossing them to the ground and revealing your drooling cunt. itâs almost embarrassing, the way you're already dripping so much for him, slick oozing out of your hole after all heâs done is talk to you sweetly.
your husband swallows thickly. âsit on my face,â his voice drops down an octave and your stomach lurches.Â
obediently, you follow his command. whilst he rolls over on to his back, you position yourself over him, straddling his face. itâs obscene how soaked you areâyou think you can literally feel a drop of wetness drip down your inner legâfrom the way your husband is gazing up at you right now. his eyes are half-lidded, jaw slightly agape as he breathes heavily, eager to taste you. who would have thought that a few weeks of abstinence would leave you so desperate to be touched?
âsit.â hiromiâs voice is husky and deep and he wraps his hands around your thighs, pulling you down on to his face.Â
you can feel his breath flutter against your heat as you sink down on him. he presses a gentle kiss against you, then kitten licks at your clit, and your body tenses up in anticipation. instinctively, your hips buck down to chase his mouth.Â
higuruma laughs, low and sultry. the vibrations reverberate throughout your body and make you shudder.Â
âso eager.â
before you have time to scold him, he licks a strip up from your candied entrance to your throbbing clit, tongue flat against your folds. a strangled cry escapes your throat, the noise guttural and raw. itâs been so long since youâd had time alone with him, even the most mundane of acts feels almost overstimulating.Â
hiromiâs eyes flutter closed as he moans into you, lapping up your juices like a man starved.Â
âmmh,â he groans. âmissed your taste.â
his words fly straight to your pussy; your hole quivers around nothing. your hands find the headboard in front of you and, when he glides between your folds, you grip it so tightly your knuckles start to turn white. his warm, wet tongue traces patterns into your clit, and the bliss is so overwhelming that you canât help but whiiiine his name out. heâs slurping and gulping all of you and the sounds coming from the two of you are nothing if not filthy.Â
and just when you thought it couldn't get any better, he plunges his tongue into you. in this position, his nose is pressing up against your clit, providing a mind-numbing pleasure that ripples over your body in electrifying waves.Â
âfuuuuck, hiromi,â you mewl. âfeels soâhahâgood.â
youâre grinding down into his face now, velvety walls clenching around him with every push of his nose against you. his hands guide your hips as you fuck his mouth, legs trembling above him.Â
âkeep going, baby,â he grunts. âuse me.âÂ
higuruma pumps his tongue in and out, curling it inside, nose relentlessly rubbing up and down your clit as he moves his head to match the pace of your hips. your mouth hangs open in pure ecstasy. helpless pleas tumble from your lips as he coaxes an orgasm out of you.Â
âh-hiromi, ngh, so close,â you whimper.Â
any other day, he would have taken the time to edge you until your brain turned to mush. today, however, he takes pity on his poor, overworked wife, and decides to let you take what you need from him.Â
âyouâve worked so hard, baby,â he rasps, letting up his ministrations temporarily to praise you. âyou deserve to cum, right?âÂ
âmhm,â your eyes are screwed shut in complete ecstasy as you thrust onto his face oh-so-desperately. âs-so close, i canât hold outââ
your dewy slick is coating his nose, leaking down the sides of his mouth and his chin and higuruma is utterly drunk on your smell, your taste, on you. you fervently rock your hips, chasing your high with nothing in your brain other than hiromi, hiromi, hiromi.Â
he withdraws his tongue from inside of you and drives it against your sticky silk, incessantly swirling around your clit. then he sucks, and you gush on his mouth.Â
âshitâfuckâhiromi, âm cummingââ
your thighs clamp around his head, hard, and you cry out. the pleasure overtakes your body in full force, euphoria coursing through your veins and clouding your vision. the man underneath you continues to lick you through your orgasm, your muscles convulsing uncontrollably. to hiromi, the sight is exquisite: you, writhing above him, moaning his name out so deliciously. itâs almost enough to make him cum in his pants.Â
and when you come down from your high, body slumping next to him, he just pulls you close to him, nestling your bodies together.
âthank you,â you whisper, fatigue spreading throughout your body. âi needed that. i love you.â
âiâll do anything for you,â he kisses the top of your head. âalways.â
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note i wrote this then realised that @porcelainut has a fic that's very similar, so please check out their work too !! happy higuruma anime debut day :D (his nose is so sexy lol)
Suguruâs cheek that presses up against the plush fat of your upper thighs.
The strong grip of well-worn hands, prying your legs open.
And all of the wet, pooling slick dripping out of your supple and tight hole.
Itâs been hours since you last had presence of mind. Now youâre bleary, tear-stained, and quivering from the climax and release of yet another sweet orgasm. A tongue laps again at your sensitive bundle of nerves. You jolt, trying to sit up only to be pushed gently but directively back down.
âThatâs enough, I-â you pant, âI canât take any more.â Your voice is ragged and pitiful, barely loud enough for him to hear.
He licks and sucks at you still. You know better than to tell him what to do. Silly girl.
âIs that howâre youâre going to speak to me?â He sighs, kissing at your folds only to press his tongue defiantly into your still pulsating hole. His firm hands press little divots into your thighs.
Your trembling beneath him and thereâs no way you can get out without begging for leniency.
âPlease,â you cry.
âPlease, just, ah, give me a moment, Suguru.â Youâre pleading, gripping at his shoulder and at his long, jet-black hair.
He could watch you squirm and cry. You, writhing in pleasure, tears smudging across your burning cheeks. Heâll make sure youâre utterly hopeless. Listening to every one of his sadistic whims.
But itâs better if he gives in for now. Youâre new to this. All of this.
And as long as youâre willing, heâs not remotely close to being done with you tonight.
So he pulls away and lets out a breathy laugh, tickling at your inner thigh. It causes you to grip his hair a little tighter. Then, quickly, you whip your hands back up to your face, not wanting him to think that you can handle him eating you out any longer. He smiles a devilish grin and licks his lips, wiping his lower lip with a thumb.
You donât have to see yourself to know you look a mess right now. Youâre panting, breathless, and obscenely wet. Looking down, Suguruâs handprints have left jarring red marks on your thighs from pulling you apart. Panning upward is the monster who put you in this situation in the first place.
Suguruâs cock twitches at the sight in sweet anticipation. You canât help but swallow loudly at the sight, as though youâre about to be devoured.
Itâs torturous. Itâs irresistible. In your short time knowing him, youâre sure that Suguru is the only person who will ever make you feel this weak and vulnerable⊠yet so deliciously good.
Before you can catch your breath, a large, rough hand pulls together both of your tiny wrists, pinning them above your head.
He takes his time, pushing his knees between your legs and coaxing you to open up wider. His dark eyes, hooded and hungry, bore into you from above. Suguru scans you up and down, making note of every mark heâs left, every mole, and every crevice.
Your heart jumps in your chest, squirming under his close inspection. With that, he leans in, nose barely brushing against your clavicle. His eyes glance up at you as he traces his way down to the soft fat of your breast. And he bites, causing you to let out a squeak and arch your back slightly.
Suguru groans. God itâs impossibly cute. Your chirps and whines. He absolutely wants to ruin you.
With that he drags his member up between your thighs, teasing at the soft skin. You bite your lip, turning your head, and closing your eyes in anticipation.
The length of his cock moves ever so slowly up to your folds, and he sighs richly as itâs coated in your wetness.
Then from your sopping entrance, Suguru pushes deep into the heat of your body, and kisses your cervix ever so lightly. Lips parting, you gasp. Suguru thrusts again, this time rolling his hips up and grinding against you. Instinctively, you try to pull your arms down, wanting to touch him, hold him, push him⊠something. But itâs to no avail.
From above, Suguruâs black hair hangs down, framing his face. It hardly softens his animalistic look. Even though heâs seen you from every angle by now, you canât help but feel utterly exposed and vulnerable to him.
He pushes into you, a little deeper now. âFuck,â Suguru moans.
Your eyes shoot up to meet his gaze and your heart seizes, adrenaline pumping into you. Youâre just cornered prey, waiting to meet your end.
He gives you one more good, long, slow thrust before picking up the pace.
âOh my god, Suguru, ah-â you can hardly speak before heâs lifting your leg, holding it firmly above his shoulder to get a better angleâ a deeper positionâ into your ever-tightening entrance. And fuck it is so much. Too much.
Lips parted, eyes glazed, you take it. Heâs too much. You want more.
Possibly because of the way the tip of his cock grazes against your most sensitive spot. Or how he looks like heâd eat you whole if you tried to scramble away from him. But either way, youâre too far in to feel anything but agonizing pleasure.
The sound of his skin clapping against yours, Suguruâs heavy breathing, your uncontrollable whines and whimpersâŠ
Youâre certainly already at the end of your rope. Youâve cum so much already. And he wonders just how much you have left before youâre somehow falling asleep on his rock-hard erection.
So heâll take you to the edge of what you can handle. Wring you dry only to fill you up all over again.
He lets go of you wrists, red from the pressure of his fingers, and they immediately fly up around his neck.
âSuguru Iâm going to-â You cry and beg, âHarder, please. Hurry.â
Youâre so deliciously new to being touched and far too willing to accept his wishes. So heâll give you want you want for now.
Heâs already pounding into you, but who can say no to such an honest cry for help? Suguru, of all people, would know that kind of desperation. This time, heâll give you release. Dragging it out would be too mean. After all, weâre building your stamina right now.
Too much, too soon? There are levels to this. Youâre all too trusting right now and he wants to keep it that way.
He smiles to himself, teeth showing as he slams into you and your pussy tightens around his dick mercilessly in orgasm. Your face scrunches and you moan, thighs squeezing in delight and intensity.
Youâre too precious. Suguru wonât ruin you just yet.
Heâll take his time making you feel good. And itâll feel so good that it hurts.
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for @togeqii because we needed it and also because i miss u!! sorry itâs so short and a bit depraved. i did not proofread soâŠ