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dating nanami was still new. new enough that you still got butterflies whenever he reached for your hand. new enough that every kiss made you feel unreal.
new enough that you were standing by his front door at eleven thirty at night, wondering whether it was too soon to ask if he wanted you to stay.
so you didn't.
"i should probably get going" you say instead.
nanami looked up from where he had been cleaning the dishes from earlier dinner. "already?" he says quickly, sounding.. disappointed?
you both froze. you weren't exactly expecting that.
"i mean," he clears his throat. "it's late."
"it is." you say, frowning.
and as if he could read your thoughts, he asks.
"do you.. wanna stay the night? i don't want you to go."
he sounded vulnerable, unlike him. while you were all up in your mind, he had walked over to you. "hm?" he hums, his hand reaching for your cheek.
you were getting so red, his words alone made you so giddy, and his touch? oh god.
you finally let out a breath and smile, like you were hoping he says that for weeks. "yes, okay. i'll stay."
he smiles, tucking your hair behind your ear. "thank you, love." he leans down and kisses you. it's slow. gentle. the kind of kiss that makes your chest ache in the best way possible.
divider cr pixopix. im sorry im still bad at writing stuff but ughh i tryyy. also thank u sosososos much for 35 followers i gen love you all
content: drabble, mentions of alcohol, sukuna’s an ass guy (rip readers ass), threats
Being with Sukuna isn’t for the weak. He’s not the most expressive person when it comes to his feelings, not even after an entire year of being in a relationship. He doesn’t do PDA, won’t partake in discussions when his friends start talking about the women they’re seeing, has a straight face the entire time whenever he does briefly talk about you.
But, everybody knows he loves you. Yourself included.
It’s in the way he keeps an eye on you in group settings, the way he’ll randomly come up to you with a new drink after noticing you’ve already finished the one you’ve been holding in your hand. Sukuna will be on his best behavior when you’re around, but will also lose his fucking mind if you are mildly inconvenienced.
“She asked for extra barbecue sauce 13 minutes ago,” he once snapped at a waiter. “Where the FUCK is it?” That was fucking embarrassing. In his defense, he refuses to start eating without you and you were waiting until they came back with it to touch your food.
At the end of the day, he simply wouldn’t have stayed this long if he didn’t hold any deeper feelings. They are there! He just has them hidden behind his god awful temper.
It’s not until he finds himself a little too drunk at a small party, when he randomly decides to be open and honest about how much he enjoys touching you.
And it starts with the resounding smack! of his palm as he cracked it against your ass cheek, followed by the yelp it pulled out of you, because it was the last thing you expected.
It reaches many people's ears, and when they turn to look towards the dining room table, they find you glaring at Sukuna. He looked fucking love struck with that glossy, faded look in his eyes as he sat back in his seat, rubbing the spot he decided to target while you were in the middle of looking for the lipgloss in your purse.
“That fucking hurt!” you hiss at him, swatting his hand away, only for it to go right back. “What is wrong with you?!”
“Looks fuckin’ nice in these shorts,” he says absentmindedly, smiling as he gave your ass a firm squeeze.
“Stop that,” you swat his hand away again.
“Quit acting like that hurt,” he scolds you, face softening as his hand goes back, again. “Love this ass—m’gonna fuck it one of these days.”
“Kuna!” you gasp, stunned by his sudden boldness when he’s nothing but reserved with you in public. “No you’re not—“
“Kiss me,” he cuts you off, his big hands now pulling you in by the waist.
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No?!” You start to shove him away, which does nothing but make him laugh, especially when you look back at your friends who find themselves more than entertained by seeing this side of your relationship.
“The fuck are you looking at Shoko for? She’s not gonna save you from me—isn’t that right Shoko?” he raises his tone as he asks.
“Yeah, I’d rather not.”
“That’s what I thought.” He grins as he turns his attention back to you. “You see that, baby? She doesn’t give a fuck about you. Nobody does. Just me.”
And you laugh, because this is how he always teases you when you’re alone. “You sure it’s just not because everyone’s scared of you?”
“Good. You should be scared of me too, sweetheart,” he responds, as if it drives his point home. “Now give me my fuckin’ kiss.”
There’s a low groan that rumbles through his chest when you finally do kiss him, as if he’d been waiting for one the whole night. He grabs your jaw, slips his tongue into your mouth, drags it on for longer than it should’ve been.
“See? That wasn’t so hard,” he murmurs.
“Get a room, freaks,” Gojo yells out from the kitchen.
“Fuck off,” Sukuna easily cuts himself. “We’re going home so I can fu—”
“We never agreed to that?!”
notes: idek i haven’t written for sukuna in months and immediately wrote this when the idea popped up
Synopsis. First time trying to get you pregnant? You’re lucky it’s only one (for now.)
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Higuruma x Reader, Gojo x Reader, Ino x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!reader, bréeding, matíng presses, creampíes, cúmplay, they’re FÉRAL, spítting, manhandIing, p sIapping, p talking, marathons, overstím, making them whímper, CEO!Nanami, good husbands, rough s, fuIl neIsons, Unckuna, GOJO’S POWERS, breaking the bed, running from it, mentions of kids, pet names, swéaring.
A/N. HEHEHEH
♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - Run!
You’re clawing at the mahogany headboard above you, you’re fisting your dampened sheets. You’re dragging your nails down Toji’s muscular back and the only thing he does is snicker-
“Heh, don’t run, doll. Come back-” You gulp- something he feels under his palm as he grips onto your pretty throat and draaaaags you back into him. Into his hips.
Your overworked bed frame creaks as he’s back to slipping his swollen shaft between your folds. So thick n’ hot—Toji feels you clenching ‘round him and he grins, such a devilish smile. He squeezes your airway when your mouth drops open in a silent moan. “Don’t wanna wake the kids now, do we?”
“N-no…” You’re furiously shaking your head.
Trying your very best to stay quiet with Megumi and Tsumiki down the hall, and Toji right here trying to give them a younger sibling.
Aching till he gives them a younger sibling- “Mmm, d’you want a girl or a boy, mama?”
“Wh-wha–oh fuck.” As if it was even possible, your maw gapes further ajar- maybe at the feeling of him sinking inside even deeper, maybe the feeling of his thick cock bulging even further at his own line of questioning. The mere thought.
But Toji’s taking it all in stride, he’s peering over in his rude mating press so he can purse his scarred lips. Spitting in-between you wobbly lips, “Mmm, does that help, doll?”
And each of his thrusts strike the very end of your pussy, so hard that your head simply can’t stop bobbing and nodding. The sheer recoil.
“Yeah? It does?” He’s teasing anyway, fully knowing the effect he has on you. Toji then hunches back ever-so-slightly, doing the same with your thoroughly wet pussy and listening as your squelching slurps grow even louder after each one of his thrusts. “Mhmmm, worked here, too. Now why don’t you- hah, answer my question, huh? Both of you?”
Both you and your sultry pussy.
You were just ruined. “What question- oh, fuck-” Just because your voice was pitching up shrilly, he’s tightening his hold on your neck.
Planting out a few more solid bashes against your tiniest orifices inside before hissing. “Awww, c’mon- don’t wanna let them hear, remember?” Toji had dipped his voice into something so low, just for you to hear. “Shhhh, my wife. Quiet.”
“Q-quiet.” You nod.
“Cute.” He whispers out, almost like he didn’t mean to. And then Toji’s bludgeoning out a few loooong sloppy drags against your walls, his sappy precum pouring out in waves- he fills you up from the inside and makes it impossible to ignore the sinful noises emanating from your cunt.
Squeezing your throat as if that’ll help- more like he was trying not to fucking cum just from the sheer noises. Holding himself together. His other hand gropes the side of your hips and pulls you back, “Now- quietly, tell me what you want—girl or boy?”
Sobbing, “I don’t- I don’t even-”
“No preference?” He raises a dark brow, hips hitting yours with the pointed smack of skin-on-skin. Hard enough that the skin everywhere on his toned pelvis reddened. Stinging.
And then with a few more vulgar thrusts that leave you completely dumbified, he’s turning his partly-closed eyes down to your glistening wet pussy. Your folds all coated in a sheen of syrup, pried apart as he drills in his girth maddeningly. “Then, what about you, cutie?”
“Wh-who…” It takes you a few sultry seconds to realize that he’s talking down to your pussy. Nodding along to each slurp and clamp like he knew exactly what the puffy core in-between your legs was talking about.
And that’s when Toji chuckles with another wad of his glittery spit hitting your cunt, slipping down as he hums. “She told me she wanted both, mama.”
He sounded so utterly proud of that fact.
And he was fucking you like it, too. Just rough, hard pushes of his crowned cock that make you clench your teeth. Sweat glides down the side of his temple as he jostles you deeper into the mating press, his forehead sticking to yours, shaggy bangs tickling your skin.
Toji’s long, pinkish tongue slips out to lick at the salty dewdrops of tears streaming out of your eyes, and he murmurs. “Then I’ve- hah, I’ve gotta give my lovely wife what she wants, hm? Gotta fuck twins into her now?”
“Sh-shit—” You’re whining out, holding onto the front of your core as you feel heated sparks start to make their way through your every vein. “Twins- oh.”
“Mhm-” And if this was any other moment then he’d be teasing you on just how cute you were when you were dumbified like this. Speechless. “Two of them- gotta make- make Megs a big brother, huh?” Toji spits between your lips in an open-mouthed kiss and rams his bulged, red tip into you so deeply, bottoming out against your cervix and still pushin’ like he wanted to go even deeper. “Two of them…for now.”
“What do you mean f-for now?” You’re squealing stupidly, feeling his prominent veins zig-zag across your g-spot. Making you see white like it took absolutely no effort.
And you didn’t have to think about anything else, of course.
Toji smiles, his overlarge palm pressing down on your front to keep you still as he pumps out one- two- three more thudding hits to both your g-spot and your cervix. And that’s just about all it takes for you to plummet into your high, seeing white - and you’re unsure whether it’s from the raw force of your high, or from Toji’s own splattering orgasm.
He’s shoving his lengthy cock in deep, keeping his geysering orifice angled straight into your womb as he streams out in ivory syrup. Looooooong gluey ribbons that splash ‘round your insides, creating a sticky white layer.
And you’re just fucked - literally.
Through each peak of your high, again and again he pinpoints your most tender crevices just so you’re shaking and cute under his touch. His mating press that he’s slouching you into, his muscular weight leaning in, panted breath scorching the side of your ears.
You could feel Toji stuffing you full all the way to the brim, his probing cock scouring your every hidden spot.
“It m-means, doll-” His voice wavers, and by the dazed look in his eyes, you’re unsure whether he’s talking to you or your pussy still. Thrusting, barely even pulling out, “-that twins are gonna be the last of what you hafta worry about.”
And as he starts sloppily increasing his pace, his palm rovers over to cover your whiny mouth. Before any of your older kids could hear. “So how ‘bout we try for triplets, hm?”
♡ NANAMI KENTO - Dad(dy) material.
“Fuck, darling…” Nanami’s stern lips tremble, and a slick line of drool drips lecherously from one end.
You don’t think he even notices it as he’s slapping the reddened, bulbous end of his cock down between your pussylips. Just letting the creamy liquid of his cum pour out and slide between your folds, “Fuck, you don’t know what you’re doing to me.”
And, really, what were you doing to him?
It’d been an off-hand mention of it- honestly. Just a half-joke that his employees had been wondering out loud to you when their all-serious, all-sensible CEO might be having kids. How soft he’d be.
And you can’t deny that the idea intrigued you, as well…
So that’s how you found yourself bent into the meanest mating press possible underneath him. One wooden leg of your bed nearly sagging on one side after so many hours that he had you pliably taking his big, fat cock.
“Oh- oh, I know.” He puffs out through the cracked line of mouth, “You’re gonna make me a daddy aren’t you, my wife?” Just talking so filthy.
“I- shit, so that’s what-”
Breathily, “Mhm, m’fucking addicted. Forgive me, my love. But it seems I can’t- stop-”
And once again and again, he’s pumping out a slippery sheen of his ivory syrup. Coating your pussy from both the inside and the outside before his bulging cockhead starts sinking in again.
“O-oh my god, it feels so—” You’re whining out at how good it feels, just the sheer stretch of his wide circumference rendering your head all dizzy. You claw down Nanami’s muscular back with your head thrown back lewdly, “-shit, are you sure it hasn’t taken yet, Kento?”
“No-” No, he wasn’t sure. Fuck, he doesn’t know if he can even think right now- but his pure, animal instincts just kept on telling him to shovel his rude cock back into your treacly orifice.
He wanted to mold his pure size into you bashin’ against the spongy layer of your cervix until you swear you could feel him poking near your damn lungs. Nanami gulps, pushing up his fogged glasses to see you better. “And neither one of us are walkin’ out of here until it does. I apologize if it gets a little…rough.”
“I already think it’s more than rough right now, ngh—” You sob, your tongue simmering with saliva as he pushes in.
“Oh yeah?” And if you didn’t know any better than you’d have said that your husband almost sounded proud about that fact. “So does that mean you can take even more, darling…?”
Your eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets, “Wh-what do you mean- oh.”
Then Nanami’s flipping the two of you over so that his ripped body is laid out on his back. Your unstable legs straddling his waist, your glistening cunt leaving a snailtrail of slick n’ cum that makes both of you shiver. Dripping wet. Overspilling.
And before you can get out another word - another syllable - he’s fucking up into you from beneath. Long, dragging glides of his veiny shaft up n’ down your walls- “Dinner-” He pecks your lips sweetly, “-and a show, hm?”
You sob, your voice hitching at the back of your throat at the way his plump, puckered cockhead was scouring every inch inside you. Harder. Faster. “Sh-shit you’re reaching even deeper like this, baby.”
“I know.” Nanami gruffly responds- another innocent kiss, another bash of his rock-hard cock. And his roughened palm slides down your front, almost as if he was soothing the mess he’s making of you from the inside, from above. “Tha’s the entire point, my wife. And you can, mmm, take it, right? You can t-take my cock?”
“I- oh.”
“Yeahhhh, of course you can. Don’t tap out yet, darling. If we really wan’ our daughter—” He’s cooing, pressing down lightly on the inflated bulge he’d fucked into you. Your puffy pussy was just sopping wet, “Look, she’s almost there. Just gotta give me a daughter, honey. Just oooone more f’me, alright?”
“O-one?”
“Mhm—”
At that point you can only bawl out your noises of pleasure, Nanami Kento had made you orgasm for each and every round he’d spent trying to breed your pretty cunt.
And he’s not going to let that stop.
He’s thrusting his plump cock up into you even harder, he’s muttering underneath his breath fucking baby names as he did so. He’s letting your ajar maw bite down onto one of his strong, veined forearms, muffling out. “Please- one more o-one more-”
Again and again.
As Nanami spurts out a milky line of precum that dribbles into your womb, you’re feeling yourself topple over the edge- a high that you didn’t even see coming.
And you ride out your wave of bliss as best you can on top of him. Of course, your husband’s always there to help, too– always there to push his blushin’ tip against your sweetest spots, always dragging out your zapping high with his strokes.
But your poor pussy was so overstimulated by this point that this high doesn’t last as long as your first few did. Just a startling flash of euphoria that leaves your thighs quaking in its aftermath.
You blink down tearily just in time to catch the way that Nanami’s lips gape, all your clenching n’ trembling having left your pussy sploshing out a few of the wads of cum he’d fucked in before. He rovers his thumb down the line of your slit, pushing a few of them in, hooking the edge inside and making your head throw back.
“Well…” He starts off- and not only is he making your ears buzz with his filthy promises, Nanami pounds up into you at an even more accelerating pace of his pummeling length. He reaches over in mere nanoseconds towards your bedside table. Quickly producing his formal work tie that he uses to pin your wrists back, tying.
“I can’t promise that it’ll be only one more.” Nanami puffs out in confession, pussydrunken eyes nearly fluttering shut, cock flinching. Still rock-hard. “How about…two kids, my darling?”
♡ GETO SUGURU - HARD
Geto Suguru was fucking you hard.
Rough.
And you didn’t know what to do other than smack your hand down on the top of your bed’s headboard and hold on for dear life. A thin layer of perspiration on your skin leaving you slippin’ with your grip.
You try to hike your thighs up higher, almost as if in an attempt to run from the bludgeoning fatness of his girth. All slicked up with syrup n’ cum from the rounds prior and pushing against your every drivelling orifice-
“Ah ah-” Geto’s thoroughly hoarse voice from above echoes against your ears, enough to send shivers skittering down your spine before he’s attaching one hand to your throat and pulling you back. “Where are we going, gorgeous?”
“I don’t-” You’re hiccuping out, sobs cracking at the back of your throat. “I don’t even know-”
He gruffly chuckles, planting his pierced slit all ‘round your insides. That Prince Albert’s piercing of his was just so sinfully cold against your heated insides. “Mhmm, because you’re going nowhere, riiight?”
“Y-yes- fuck!”
Honestly, it was just so cute how you were fucked dumb after all these hours. After all this time past that one cult meeting where a member had mentioned a successor to the mantle of leader—and, after you, Geto had briefly entertained the idea of…an heir.
One that was constantly being illustrated in his mind as he’s plummeting his long, veiny cock into you. Such a sloppy staccato that slaps n’ slaps his thighs against yours, his v-line against your ass.
His reddened tip swabbing wetly across your cervix and- and you could feel him throb primally at the thought of fucking an heir into you. His pretty pink lips curving up into a smile, “Good.” Softly - almost mockingly kissing the side of your head - he whispers. “Because you’re not leaving this bed unless s’carrying my child, my wife.”
Fuck- you two weren’t even married, yet. Merely engaged.
So overstimulated by now that he couldn’t stop himself from babbling, each jackhammer of his more vicious than the last. He sticks his veined shaft against the roof of your cunt and heads directly for your g-spot, where he could feel you clenching after each sloppy drag.
“Remember- remember, the momma’s gotta cum, too.” Geto giggles out, his long raven hair tickling down your spine. “One more f’me, gorgeous.”
You shrill out, “I don’t- fuck! I don’t even know if I can-”
“And I don’t, either.” That lil’ strawberry-colored divot on the middle of his cockhead flinches, more and more wispy strings of precum pouring out each second.
But that didn’t stop him. Wouldn’t.
And his extended, slender fingerpads slide between your wet pussylips. Latching onto your sensitive clit, he rolls his thumb over it a few times- sending sparks simmering from between your jittery legs. “But that’s not gonna stop me. C’mon, gorgeous, don’t you wanna make me a daddy?”
“I-I—”
“Don’t you wanna give me a lil’ daughter that looks juuuust like you?” He’s spitting from between the gaps of his snarl. “A lil’ cutie to spoil? To doll up? To cook for? To take to school while you rest, my wife?”
You’re moaning, bulbous tears streaming down your cheeks at this point from how roughly you were being manhandled underneath him. How much of his cum was sploshing ‘round inside. How sensitive you were.
Geto has one hand on your hips to help you fuck back into him after the recoiling force of his thrusts, his other holding onto your neck and further dragging you backwards. Further tuggin’ on your limp body so he can let your maw hang ajar, so he can spit. “S-so that—” He grunts, as if he was continuing his conversation from just earlier, as if you weren’t just dizzy on his cock already. Limbs twitching. “-so that your husband can come home then n’...fuck another one into you?”
He was just so filthy.
And maybe it’s his words, maybe it’s the way he’s fucking you precisely like he means those words- but you’re then bursting into your nth high of the night.
So ruined on his aching, raving cock that you can’t do anything but whimper out a little- “Y-yes, please- yes…fuck! M’cumming.” You’re sobbing as you do so, the peaks of your orgasm feeling more like sudden surges of electricity.
Just mere tingles by now—but they take over your clouded mind so sinfully that you barely even notice the way that Geto’s cumming, too.
The curvaceous edge of his crown flinches just a bit, puckered up against the very door to your womb as he reaches his orgasm. Twitching once. Twice. Thrice. Before his shaft lets out nothing but the tiniest white droplet of cum - Geto Suguru was cumming dry.
And he was losing his mind over the fact.
One hand of his lifting off of your neck and slithering down to his heavy, oversensitive balls. He’s massaging them lightly, just squeezing out any drop of his sappy seed he could into your cunt.
Unable to fill you up, he stirs around his clingy wads of cum from before. Coating your cute innards in a gloss of white, Geto groans, “Milked me all dry, didn’t you? Fuh-fuck, we really are gonna make such a cute lil’ daughter, gorgeous.”
And then he’s pulling out with the loudest, more lecherous squelch that you’ve ever heard in your life.
Quickly plugging up your tired orifice with his fingerpads as he flips you over with one hand. Geto pushes back in the sheeny film of slick n’ cum that dribbled out of your pussy, and then throws your legs over his broad, muscular shoulders.
Your thighs against his washboard abs, his pecs. Your knees hitting your sore tits.
You’ve barely enough brain cells at the moment to realize that Geto had pushed you into a damn mating press.
And you swear your skin gets hit with a barrage of his too-sensitive tears. His lips softly pecking yours, he swabs his overstimulated cock back inside. Inside and inside, he fills you up filthily with his glazed length- so long that it’s like he was never-ending.
One of his palms comes down to lovingly pat your tummy- now inflated with so much cum filled up. Smirking, “But I g-guess there’s only one way to make sure, huh, my wife?”
♡ CHOSO KAMO - “B-breeding kink?”
Your boyfriend stares up at you cutely; his long lashes blinking, just the top half of his face visible over where he’d stuffed himself in your tits, body draped above.
“Mhmmm—” You’re purring out- and maybe it’s the tone of your voice, maybe it’s the way you’re staring at him, but he simply can’t help but rut his half-hardened cock against your thighs already. “I think you have a breeding kink, Cho.”
A furious blush coats his handsome cheekbones, “Of course not.” He mumbles, staring away as he’s brushin’ his bulged erection against your wetting core. “So are you saying I want to b-breed you…?”
“Exactly.”
“That’s ridiculous, baby.” Grumbling, he’s pushing himself further into your mounds of flesh. Letting his spit-drivelled mouth open up to catch on one of your nipples and suck. “I don’t want to get you…well, I wouldn’t mind…if I did, ngh-”
“F-fuck, Choso.” You’re whining, feeling his heated length start twitching wildly against your entrance.
And he’s still babbling away to himself, still unaware- “Though, I do want kids, I…” Moving on pure animal instinct. “I would then hafta fuck this pretty pussy all p-pregnant first, wouldn’t I?”
And before you know it (before even he knows it) he’s just barely smearin’ apart your panties- and with it, your puffy folds. Letting the large, bulbous end of his shaft ease inside with a sigh.
It’s just so natural having his incredible size fill you up like this, and you can feel your thighs quiver. Hips starting to buck for more n’ more friction that he easily stops with a hand running down your front.
Feeling for his thick cylindrical outline as he sinks iiiiiinside–“Y-you, oh.” And then Choso’s snapping his woozy head down to stare at just how glistening wet you were just from the conversation prior. Jus thow rock-fucking-hard he was. “This doesn’t prove, ngh, anything…”
“Mhmm—” You’re fluttering your lashes up at him, just the way he likes.
And oh, if you were going to play it that way then he could, too. Suddenly thrusting in just a few more of his solid inches, his puckered cockhead swabs your gooey insides and leaves you reeling.
“S-see?” Choso wrenches out a primal groan from the back of his throat, pushin’ your pussylips so far apart to take his sheer girth that it makes you whine. The sheer raw stretch making you see stars. “I don’t have a ngh, breeding kink.”
His hand then flattens down further on top of your stomach, putting pressure on where his ruddied, swollen shaft was spearing through. “I don’t wanna f-fill you up until it-” Harder. “-leaks out of you. I don’t wanna-”
You nearly don’t hear the rest of his sentence because he’s hitting you with a sloppy jackhammer so hard that it makes your eardrums pop!
But, luckily for you, it seemed that Choso was struggling, too. Having trouble enunciating his words so he had to gnaw down on the insides of his cheek to murmur, “-don’t wanna kiss that pretty womb of yours with my, mmm, cock.” Faster. His heavy balls clench, “Don’t wanna give you a kid or two or four or…” And a thin line of drool slides down the side of his lips. “Seven.”
Seven?
And it felt like Choso was completely and utterly pussydrunk by now.
Not even bottomed-out yet, but he was still probin’ into you again and again with his rapid, aching half-thrusts. Like every second he wasn’t inside you hurt him, and so the only thing he could do was to push apart your sheeny thighs further and let his flared cocktip kiss every ounce of your insides.
You put your hands on top of where one of his was mapping out his mazin’ girth, on top of your tummy. And that makes him think…
Every cubic centimeter of his scraping with his puffy veins - somehow needier than usual for some reason - and it made his mind wander to an image of you all round n’ glowing with pregnancy.
With his kid.
“F-fuck.”
Choso’s husky voice breaks, and you think that you might as well. Because in that very moment he’s slamming his toned hips into yours, explosive, just like the way he’s hitting the back of your syrupy pussy with a sudden pap! of skin-on-skin.
Bottomed-out.
Filling you out
Cumming—and he doesn’t know whether it’s from having all your velvety walls surrounding every inch of him, or whether he was simply too far gone on the thought of breeding you all sloppy. But he thinks he’s squirting out the hardest orgasm of his entire life, and he’s not even stopping to register it for longer than a split-second before he’s fucking every creamy wad inside you.
Again and again.
His slick, slobbering orifice sticks into your tiniest crevices and fills them up with so much of his ivory syrup. And each time you’re trying to bounce your hips upwards to meet him, Choso only pins you down and makes you take it.
Every single drop.
“Fine, m-maybe-” He sheepishly whines out, and you catch one side of his puffy lips tilt upwards. And almost as if to muffle his embarrassment, he throws himself back in-between the valley of your tits. “Maybe I do have a breeding kink, baby.” He admits.
That was understating it.
He was fucking you like he’s trying to leave you speechless, leave you pregnant. With his veiny cock swatting every side of your walls and stirring your sweet insides, he’s bruising himself against the doorway to your womb.
And oh- you’re suddenly realizing that the way he’s suckling on your sensitive areolas might not be out of shyness after all. But rather a temptation to see whether he’d be able to draw milk.
“T-told you so—” You’re mewling out through the slight gasps and spanks of his cock thrashing against your cervix. “Told you you have a breeding kink, baby.”
His furious cock twitches at the very words. The entire length of him stuffing you so good that you were overspilling gluey white ringlets of his own cum.
Ones that he can’t stand to see go to waste.
Ones that he’s reaching down to plug back in with his doughy fingertips, Choso brushes his ringed digits against your clit just as he does so. “So…about those seven kids, my baby…”
♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - UNC?!
Ryomen Sukuna didn’t think it would affect him so much.
In fact, he didn’t even think it would affect him at all. Why should it?
It was just your average stroll in your average store on an average day babysitting that damn brat (Yuji.) That’s when an elderly couple had cooed at your ‘little family’ and told Sukuna that his ‘son’ looked just like him…
…and that’s when Sukuna nearly left Yuji at the store to drag you home- dropping the kid off at Jin’s before he hauled you back to your apartment, splintered the door with how fast he shut it, pushed you down on the fucking threshold right then and there.
“F-fuck, ngh-” You’re gasping, your fingers gripping the carpeted floor as he’s nudgin’ aside your skirt and panties. “Kuna, what’s gotten into- hngh.” And whatever sentence on the tip of your tongue withers at the feeling of him spitting out a fat wad of saliva that slicks down your pussylips.
Smearin’ it right down your crevice before he leans in- washboard abs against your back, mouth by your ear. “Nothing.” The globed end of his rock-hard cock kissing your entrance wetly.
Just loooong slips n’ slides that make you moan at the feeling of his wet precum webbing up your orifice. “B-but it can’t be nothing because you’re so-”
“S-said it’s nothing, brat.” And, oh, did he just stutter?
You have no clue- because the very next moment, Sukuna’s shoving in the throbbing girth of his cock. Letting his plump, creaming tip swab its way through your insides, he’s so damn swollen with need that your walls stretch out maddeningly.
And, before you know it, he’s drilling into you like a madman.
“Oh- oh-” The side of your cheek presses against the floor, spit drooling out in a puddle underneath. And each time he’s carressin’ your soft walls with his veins it makes your voice whimper out shrilly. “No something’s- hck! something’s happened-”
“Nothing’s happened…” He’s groaning out, forcefully pressing his weight into you from behind so that his honed divot drags across the roof of your cunt n’ splits you greedily open.
Fuck- he could feel just how wet you were getting with how much deeper he went. Even deeper.
Again and again.
Long, rapid strokes that set your teeth on edge every time you’re feeling the thickened, solid inches of his cock. And, sure, your boyfriend was rude and he fucked even ruder- but right now, it was in such rapid-fire strokes that your eyes damn near popped out of your sky. “There’s- mmm, there’s definitely something.” You just didn’t know why; harder than usual, more feverish.
A particularly hard jackhammer that leaves your mind dizzy at the volume of squishy, syrupy precum swirlin’ around your insides. “Ya think?”
If you didn’t know any better, you’d have said that he was fucking you almost animalistically. He pounds you into the ground like he’s trying to make your body remember the pattern of the carpet- unable to even make it to the bed- unable to even tease you as he usually would.
Unable to do anything but glue his swole, sweetened tip against your cervix and watch you whine. “Oh- oh my god-”
“Heh, ‘Kuna’s’ just fine, mama.” Ah, there was his usual mean talk. But you can’t help but note that something in his gruff baritone sounded more…raspy. More ruined.
And Sukuna’s biting his pearly-white canines into the shell of your ear like he’s trying to stop that lecherous tremble of his voice. Trying to stop himself from speaking his next words- “Or- or how’d you think about- hah…the father of your kids?”
“Oh-” Spittle drips from your mouth like a gloss now. And your jaw drops as your fuzzy brain finally connects the dots: of what occurred at the store just earlier, and…this.
The way that Sukuna’s large, bulging tip throbs at the mere idea. He’s catching the realization in your hazed peripherals and shovelling his long cock into you even deeper to stop you from saying a word about him. “Yeah? Yeah? Ya like that- hah, idea, brat?” He’s hissing, grumbling. “So what if I fuck a kid into ya, hm? One that looked just like me?”
Your entire body shivers, goosebumps raising at the notion. “Sh-shit is that what you want, Kuna?” Babbling stupidly, your pupils criss-cross with every sloppy drag of his prolonged length. “To get me pregnant now?”
“What I want?”
Something in the way he says it almost makes it sound like he’s seething. Like he’s in disbelief, Sukuna thrusts up into you so hard that the curve of his ballsack hits your treacly cunt with a pointed thwack!
And he’s poking into you so deeeeeply, longingly bruising his vein-covered shaft against your every hidden cranny. “Mama- oh, mama, you have no fucking idea.” Then he holds onto your waist and angles your hips just right to smack-smack-smack your g-spot with his flared ridge. “I don’t wanna just get ya pregnant, silly girl.”
“Oh- ngh.”
“I can’t stop until I get ya pregnant.” Manhandling your spine to arch into his plush, puckered pecs. It wasn’t just enough to have his cock repeatedly bashing in your womb, he snaked up one hand and bent you backwards into him. So your head lolled behind you, and his mouth crashed into yours- “I need to. Need to fill you all up. Fuck you all full with my first kid. Have you be called ‘mama.’ To have a cute lil’ son that looks, heh, just like me. I can’t- can’t—”
The globular crown of his shaft pulses, hotly-red and glistening with so much of your slick. Wadded pre that streams out in place of cum (for now.) One of his hands slither down to cup your slickly glimmering pussy, pinching your clit with thick fingerpads.
“S-soon we’ll have to go back to the store.” Letting off a splosh of stringy precum that spurts out with a primal squelch. Almost a premonition.
“W-we do?”
And then he’s letting out a small gurgling sound that nearly sounded like a whimper. “Mhm, in about nine months so they’ll really be able to see my kid.”
♡ INO TAKUMA - Quiet ones…
“M-maybe a son with your personality, pretty.” Ino drawls out, spittle lining his pouty, puffy mouth. “And a d-daughter with my cursed energy- oh, maybe another son, too…”
You don’t know what’s gotten into him.
But he’s certainly pumping himself into you, again and again. With his ruddied, glistening tip swabbin’ your tight orifices- and after each stroke he only seemed to be getting more honest. More pussydrunk.
Gurgling out primally from the back of his throat, “And then oh, I hope they all have your p-pretty eyes and your pretty smile.” Ino damn near giggles euphorically at the thought, his hands groping underneath your ass cheeks to pull you in closer. “But they’d be the cutest kids ever if they look anything like you, sweetness.”
“Oh, f-fuck, Taku—” You’re throwing your head back, nails digging into where they were clasped on his deltoids. “You’re so serious-”
“I am.” Leaning in. Gravely. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
You’re struggling to get out, through the sheer pressurized force of his constant hits. And they were just so accurate, too, just spearheading against your g-spot with the globed edge of his shaft. “I th-thought you were hah- half-joking-”
“I’m dead fucking serious, pretty.” Ino’s molten eyes widen, pink lips tilting upwards. “You’re not leaving this bed until I get you pregnant.”
That’s what it was - that’s what it was supposed to be. Just a joke where you’d pondered out loud that you n’ him would make some cute kids.
You just didn’t think it’d end up with you in a damn mating press of all things- with your limp limbs sliding down the small of his toned waist. Ones that he’s promptly pulling upwards even tighter, shovelling his bulging tip with a wet thwack! “Yeah…cute…the cutest kids.” Almost like a damn mantra, he’s repeating it over and over.
He could already see it - with you all round n’ glowing, or you holding a kid that looked like the perfect mixture of the two of you, you underneath him trying to stay quiet as you beg for another one-
“O-oh-” His sweaty head drops, falling into the crook of your neck with a groan. And Ino’s gliding a hand down your front, his pearly whites biting into your skin just to stop himself from cumming right then and there. “Have you thought about baby names a-already?”
“Baby names?” Your eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets, “Right now?”
“Mhmmm, we’re gonna need enough for every kid m’gonna fuck into ya, pretty.” Ino’s large brown eyes nearly beg, plead.
He’s fucking upwards into you like he’s daring you to get a word in edgewise, just planting the cutest squelching kisses at the back of your pussy. Once. Twice. Thrice. “And t-trust me-” So pussydrunk by now that he couldn’t stop stuttering, he presses down on that lil’ tummy bulge he was fucking into you. “-we’re gonna need a lot of baby names.”
You didn’t doubt it.
Not one single bit. Ino’s swollen, ruddied tip squirts out a few lines of precum that wetly wash down the sides of your cunt, dribbling out in a glistening ring across his base. “And I take it that y-you’ve already picked out a few?”
“Oh, sweetness, I’ve picked out about ten.” He’s murmuring- more to himself as he runs through a few: Hikaru? Ayumi? He’s going through his list and reaching about Kaoru before he’s catching the way your mouth shapes around the name voicelessly.
As if you were in disbelief- oh, was he saying all that out loud?
He doesn’t feel a single shred of regret at that. In fact, he’s only tunneling his long, veiny cock into you even further to dumbify you enough to stop you from thinking, spank after spank of his incredible hips that leave your eyes heart-shaped, and your mouth drooling.
To which he softly kisses the dampened corner of your lips, and then spits.
“But, of course- you’ll be the one p-picking them out, sweetness.” Lovingly cooing down at you, Ino grits his teeth as he feels your clamping get even greedier. Needier. Closer. Almost until it was hard for him to pull out after each recoiling thump against your cervix, “Momma’s always gonna have first pick after, hngh, all.”
He’s then slithering a free hand down to pinch your perky clit, sending sparks running up your spine.
You’re bawling from both pairs of your lips, “I-is that so?”
“Mhmm—you don’t have to worry ‘bout a thing. Okay, pretty?” Just drawling out, with sloppy drag after drag that he’s honing out to hit your sweetest spots perfectly. “Just gotta t-take everything I give-” At that very moment he’s splashin’ out a particularly voluminous wad of buttery pre.
Letting it swirl around in time with the way he rolls circles on the top of your clit. Again and again.
Ino plugs up the end of your pussy with all his syrup- as if a precursor for something more, something later. “Just gotta get p-pregnant. And then m’gonna take gooood care of you, pretty. Gonna massage you, spoil you, soothe you, anything you e-ever want. Take care of our lil’ ones, too.” And then he’s hitting your g-spot so hard, your clit so hard in a sudden spank. “And then m’gonna hafta ask you for another, please?”
He’s asking you for another while not even having become a father to your first.
Yet.
And at that very moment you’re hitting your sudden high, Ino’s cock pumping a few splatters of creamy cum as you do. Again and again and again- he’s been holding back for soooo fucking long. And he can focus on making your high the best it’s ever been on your next round- right now, he’s more concentrated on stuffing every inch of your womb with his cobwebs of cum.
Splattered everywhere, drenching the sheets underneath in an ivory puddle as you clench.
You feel him hit your g-spot at a precise peak of your own orgasm and you gasp- “I-I think it might just- ngh-” Feeling his sploshing waves dribble in and out, get thrusted furiously in and out. “-have taken…really.”
“Oh?” Ino pants, his hazy eyes nearly closed in his bursting high. And even as he fucks you thoroughly through your wave of bliss n’ leans back, you could still feel the ribbons of his sap stream outwards. Like it’s never-ending. “S’that so? Good.”
And lovingly - so lovingly - Ino plummets his bulbous cocktip against your womb.
“So…baby names?”
♡ GOJO SATORU - HEIR!
“G-get pregnant-”
“Toru, ngh-”
“Fuck, I need you to get pregnant, sweetheart.” In the dimness of your bedroom (the lights had long since shattered, the power in this entire ward of Tokyo gone) Gojo leans in and you swear the sides of his blue eyes have lightning bolts flickering out of them.
Pure fucking desperation.
He’s caressing his trembling hand down your body first and then his, letting the cool wave of reverse cursed energy mend any injuries possible. And he utters- “I don’t just want it.” Even closer. “I need it.”
Something at the back of the strongest’s voice breaks, and you feel goosebumps take over your skin.
“F-fuck.”
Gojo’s plump, reddened tip sticks against the doorway to your womb for a second, and his pupils flare even wider as he’s taking it alllllll in with the power of his Six Eyes. “Oh, it hasn’t taken yet, sweetheart.”
“Still not yet?” You’re moaning out, feeling a little crazed. Because it’s simply been hours by now. Hours. And you have half the mind to knock at the doors of all those elders that put the idea of an heir into his mind, and tell them to deal with Gojo Satoru gone…feral.
Absolutely rutting, he’s pushin’ his wide cockhead into your cervix and letting off a crazed giggle at the way the poor end of your pussy bruises. You whisper, “S-Satoru?”
He jolts like he’d just heard your voice.
And then he looks up-
Oh.
Fuck.
His eyes. Ravenous. You were never letting him attend another jujutsu society meeting ever again.
You’re limp under his superhuman strength, and it’s like Gojo doesn’t even realize just how harshly he’s holding onto you. Manhandling you down. Bending you into such a filthy fucking mating press that it makes your heart race, with your knees hitting your tits and Gojo’s maw catching yours in an open-mouthed kiss.
“It hasn’t taken yet, sweetheart.” He’s hissing out like a broken record, nose crinkling at the sudden clench of your velvety walls.
And before you can gurgle out a single word, he’s pumping his ravaged, aching shaft inside. Hitting your womb with a sudden bang! It sets your teeth on edge and your fists curling in on themselves.
Only for him to push again and again and again, you swear he’s hammering out just about three thrusts in one sultry second. And his pink orifice drivels out a line of creamy sap that adds to the mess sploshin’ inside you. “Hasn’t taken yet, hasn’t taken yet h-hasn’t…”
Reverse cursed energy buzzing once more as he’s pressing a hand down on top of your cumflated tummy and feeling.
“Still hasn’t taken n’ I n-need to-” And then he’s softly rolling his thumb over your clit as he usually would - usually. Except, this time, he’s letting his jujutsu go wild sending vibrations through your sensitive nub.
You’re sobbing out at the pure force of his thrusts, every passing second making you feel more and more light-headed. “Satoru, are you even okay?”
“Do I look okay, my wife?” Gojo’s snowy brows pinched, something crazed behind his dilated pupils. And he’s genuinely asking you for an answer, genuinely letting his strong body twitch any time you’re letting off a pretty noise, as if that was enough to overstimulate him even more than his constant rutting.
Animalistic.
Half-gone, he’s squirting out a wad of webbed precum and nearly whines as he watches the slick line trail towards the entrance to your womb. All puddled up at the end of your cervix- “Sh-shit, and you’re telling me it s-still hasn’t taken, Toru?” After so long? After so many hours?
After Gojo’s practically rubbin’ his long, aching cock raw on your slippery folds.
“Well, n-not yet…” And there was something about the way he said it that makes your pussy clamp down on his rovering, thickened cock. Your husband takes it headlong like he predicted it- and you’re wondering if he actually did have that power, unlocking an entire new side to him, once he raises his free set of slender fingers and starts counting.
You whimper, feeling your thighs shake uncontrollably, “Wh-what are you…”
“Just watch, sweetheart.” Staring right through your womb like he thought you could see, too. He’s timing a countdown under his breath—“One.”
Clamoring for purchase on any point of his sculptured body, his shoulders, his tensed abs. “Shit- shit, it feels so-”
“Two.”
You’re throwing your head back with a strangled squeal, his targeted vision making it so easy for Gojo to press against your sweetest spots. To push. To pump. To—”Three”—send you over the edge.
Your high bursts out like never before- each one stronger than the last, and Gojo’s just carnally pushin’ you through each wave of bliss. They’re taking over you until you can see nothing but white, your entire body left at his damn mercy.
“It- it-” And Gojo could see every peak of it, so he was accurately bashin’ you in whenever it mattered the most. Again and again.
Loooong, probing strikes- so many, so hard that he barely even realizes when he’s reaching his high too. For the strongest - the all-seeing - he couldn’t even register that.
Not until his creamy seed drips out of you in pearly dewdrops, slathering the tops of your folds in a gluey few layers. He lets it all slosh ‘round inside of you, purposefully making the filthiest mess that soaks his curly white happy trail and leaves his skin glistening.
More and more and more.
So many miry ribbons of it that you feel plugged full, a second coating of sap taking over your cunt. It just felt so good to have his liquid heat filling you up like this.
And then Gojo glides his hand down your front and flinches- “Oh.” You look up at him. “It took.”
“O-oh-” Before you have the time to properly register it, Gojo raises his slick-glazed fingers in the air and snaps them once. And as soon as you blink, you’re realizing that you’d changed positions- that you’d ended up with your back against his prominent pecs, your head against his collarbone, his back against the sheets, strong arms under your thighs.
You’d found yourself in a full nelson now - his cum pouring out of you like a fountain, Gojo’s eyes still locked on your tummy from behind.
Analyzing.
Did…did he just teleport the two of you? You don’t think he even realized-
Wrecked.
Gojo Satoru sounded absolutely, positively wrecked as he speaks, “So…d’you wanna find out whether we’re having a daughter or a son, my wife?”
♡ HIGURUMA HIROMI - Strict parent
“So, we think I’ll be the strict parent and you’ll be the-”
“Sh-shit, Hiromi-”
“Awww, now I have to start again, angel.” The dark-haired man nearly pouts - mockingly, with his fingers ruthless on your clit.
For just about the nth time that night, he’s halting his motions just before your oncoming orgasm. Edging and edging you to the brink of your high- and then immediately taking his roughened fingertips off of your sensitive nub.
And you swear you can nearly sob, straddling Higuruma’s muscular waist and attempting to pathetically bounce your hips backwards into his rovering digits, his cock. At a standstill as he babbled away his dreams of having a child with you- getting you pregnant.
All after that damned fight at Shinjuku that left his life flashing before his very eyes. And him realizing that one of his very favorite moments was one that hadn’t happened yet - having a cute lil’ family with you.
Higuruma lets his thumb slide up your folds, parting them easily to push down on the button of your clit. He’s watching as you cutely squirm, “Anyway- guess I’ll be the strict part, hm? And you can be the cutie that spoils them.”
“Yes- yes-” You’re whimpering, breath hitching as his globular mushroom tip starts thrusting upwards. “Please, baby-”
“Orrrr I dunno—” He’s meanly drawling out, “-guess you’re too spoiled yourself, hm? Like-” Dark, glistening eyes dipping downwards to gaze upon where your flooded orifice was being stretched out just right. “-this?”
And just then he’s fucking up into you. Hard.
The entire length of his long, veiny cock reaching for the roof of your pussy, his globed shaft presses deep against the cervix of your cunt and then some. Then drag-drag-draaaagging down to let your tight hole feel his sensitive slit.
Again.
And again. And again and again and again- you’re just seeing stars on the needy cadence of his cock. “Please- yes yes yes yes just like that-”
“What did I say about being spoiled, hm?” He’s raising a dark brow in amusement, lightly swatting your clit in punishment. “My needy angel-” Another spank. “Needy pussy.”
You’re huffing, throwing your arms over his shoulders and letting your hands run through his short raven hair. “And whose fault is that?”
“Ah ah- getting too mouthy-” Another - harder this time, and yet, not even a fraction of his strength. He was simply rendering your head woozy, with your hips bouncing back restlessly into his cock. “-unless ya don’t want to cum, sugar…”
“I do, I do!” Panicked, you attempt to gnaw down on the insides of your cheek to stop all the back-talk, just in case he decided that this next orgasm was a good time to stop, too. To edge you.
But, of course, Higuruma can’t have that, either.
And faster than you can register, he’s jerking his muscular thighs upwards at a constant pace to help bounce you along. Hitting the globes of your ass against his slowly-reddening pelvis with a plap! “Then again…” He’s grinning, “-how fun it is to make you beg, my angel.”
“You’re just- hck!” Babbling out as he swipes his thumb between your pussylips, tender strokes of your clit suddenly turning into the rudest bashes. “-just plain mean, Hiromi.”
“That I am, sugar.”
And he was fucking you like it, too.
Like he was going insane any second he wasn’t deep inside you and throbbing his red, thickened cockhead against the start of your womb. If he wasn’t making you feel every inch of him - leaving your brain devoid of any thoughts but ones with him, you, n’ a kid that looked like a mix of the two of you.
Your tastebuds sizzle with spittle as he pokes against your g-spot, perfectly having mapped you out. And you shake once he does a lecherous lil’ slip and slide to rub down it perfectly, “Sh-shit I’m just so- ngh! close.”
“Oho?” His face darkens into something more predatory, “So…if you wanna cum then tell me what parent m’gonna be?” Just teasing you.
He almost didn’t expect you to prattle out with your spit-slicked lips, “The- the mean one.” Needily annoyed, because your orgasm was so close- and yet, he was slightly slowing down his pace, just to watch the way you greedily bounced back into him. “I just- hah, fuck! You’re gonna be the one that ngh, gets all huffy about homework and curfews and—”
“And?”
Entranced. Hypnotized by that drunken look in your eyes, the way your pupils seemed to turn into hearts whenever he hit that one spot just right. “N’ still love ‘em soooo much that you beg me for another.”
“Fuck.”
And you were damn right, too.
For that—you’re being given another few spanks onto your cunt, hard enough that you’re letting your head loll backwards. Taken over by so much pleasure that you’re hurtling straight towards your long-awaited high.
Flashes of it taking you by surprise, your body shakes on top of his as he pounds you viciously through it. Holding you through each peak- “Yeah- yeahhhh, cum f’me then. Since you deserve it so much-” Yet another spank, “-spoiled angel.”
Echoing his very same words from before, you’re way too drunk on his cock to realize when Higuruma’s letting his back shift further down the bed. Pushing your face into his puffy, prominent pecs, and his weepy cock just bursting with the first few droplets of his cum into your womb.
Rough thrusts, rougher pushes of his wettened dollops of seed.
Higuruma’s lips break out with the meanest grin, “And now, for the fun part.” As his syrupy warmth, wads of slick cum start to fill you up, he whispers. “You’re gonna make the best momma.”
A/N. Apologies for the slight lateness babygirls G*ogle D*cs tried to delete this TWICE-
nanami’s veiny cock stretched you open over the sink, the dishes long forgotten in your hands. you could feel your knees threatening to give out every time he snapped his hips forward, feeling tears streaming down your cheeks as loud moans left your parted lips. “kento—please—”
nanami's gaze never left your body. he observed how it jiggled with even the slightest movement. you could feel every vein of him inside you, his pink tip brushing deliciously against your cervix.
your husband pressed his damp forehead against your shoulder as he slammed his hips into you relentlessly, cock twitching at your tightness. your own slick dripped down your thighs.
"looking so pretty for me—fuck, so tight—like the perfect little wife.” he mumbled, unable to stop himself. sliding his hand down to rub excruciatingly slow circles on your sensitive bud, which you responded by letting out a sharp cry.
you could feel yourself growing closer and closer to your orgasm, moaning loudly enough for the entire building to hear (already bracing yourself for the noise complaints you were undoubtedly going to receive tomorrow). you bit your bottom lip, trying your best to muffle the sounds escaping you. "nanami—feels s’good!" you gasped. "so deep, kento—gonna—"
you weren't able to finish your words as a warm wave of pleasure washed over your body, leaving you shaking and gushing on him. "yes, darling. make a mess on kento. such a good girl." nanami gritted through his teeth.
"please, cum inside me. i need your cum" you whimpered.
nanami's cock twitched once, twice, before he came inside you with a loud groan. filling you so deep you were dripping with his cum. his hips snapped forward one last time before he slowly pulled out and held you as you steadied yourself.
"did i leave you unsatisfied last night, kento?" you joked breathlessly, and the two of you chuckled.
“i fear that would be impossible” he replied softly. "i’m sorry, my love. you just looked too gorgeous."
you adjusted your dress, turned to face him and wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your soft lips against his. there was nothing more nanami could wish for.
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made by toruslut. idk how i feel abt this one but ugh isn’t he just so dreamy
"ryo. can't sleep," you whisper into your boyfriend's ear whose eyes are shut close under the comfort of your duvet. he was serious when he texted about coming over at this late hour just to sleep in your bed. been complaining about having trouble falling asleep lately too. along with his endless admissions how he sleeps better in your bed.
you on the other hand didn't expect his arrival at all. you've taken a short nap hours ago, woke up, took a shower, chugged half can of energy drink, and set up your study materials for an all-nighter for the upcoming exams.
so you really shouldn't bother him like this. when he arrived, he simply understood your plan for the rest of the night and promised he won't bother your studying session. he pecked your forehead and marched straight into you bedroom without another word.
not even an hour later, you saw how comfortable and cuddly and warm he looks on your bed, sleeping. effortlessly inviting you to come back to bed, how perfect would it be to slip under the covers and worm your way home against his chest. to make matters worse, resisting the imagination of his arms winding around your person was never your strongest trait.
he hums, stirred awake by your voice. he blindly reaches for your arm out of habit. "weren't you going to stay up?" he asks sleepily, the bed dips under his weight as he scoots over to make space.
"yeah but then you came and it's almost rude how comfy you look sleeping without me."
his arms around you tighten a fraction as he places a chaste kiss under your jaw, nuzzling into the crook of your neck as his breathing slows down again. "so sleep. we can study together at the library after class tomorrow."
you can do that. even if your brain is still wide awake from that one can you drink, you know a trick that can shut off your mind effectively. which is exactly what sukuna's doing right now, embracing you closely. corded arms around your torso. the warmth radiating off his body works like a lullaby every time.
"kinda unable to sleep right now though.."
"yeah no shit you drank a can." his palm moves in a circle across your spine. he's not opposed to you wanting to fall asleep with him.
in fact, he welcomes and prefers it because having you close all night always makes his sleep feel like a spiritual reset. "jus' close your eyes," he instructs. his own already sealed too. "count all the sheep in ya head."
you sigh and allow yourself to relax with images of sheep jumping over a fence in your head. with sukuna continuing rubbing your back.
10 sheep, 11 sheep, 12 sheep.. sukuna's sheep.. this is actually effective.
he observes the way your breath slows down, completely lax against him now, your eyelids drooping as seconds pass.
"how many sheep?"
you don't answer. well that was quick he thinks.
sukuna himself is one wink away from sleeping. he stops his movement altogether and lets darkness consume his sleep again, this time much better with you at his side.
your mind felt hazy as toji slammed his hips into you, his thick, girthy cock stretching you out so deliciously. lewd screams left your parted lips as you felt his leaky tip brush against the spongy spot that made your eyes roll back.
"fuck—jii!"
low, raspy grunts escaped his chest as he threw his head back and grabbed your ass. a few strands of dark hair clung to his damp forehead, and his face contorted with pleasure. he was always so handsy, letting his rough hands roam all over you. he spread your cheeks apart so he could see your pretty pussy gushing around his length.
"shit—haah—arch that back for me, baby."
this was his favorite position: doggy style. toji loved watching your ass jiggle as you arched your back, your face smushed against the mattress, and your hair mussed up.
"toji—feel s’good," you moaned helplessly.
"fucking slut."
he felt your walls clench around him, his hips stuttering as your sweet cunt dripped down his slick length at his words. toji let out a small laugh, clearly amused.
"you like gettin’ called a slut, doll?" toji asked, leaving a loud smack on your ass.
"fuck—yesyesyes" you repeated pathetically. you could feel your body going numb as your mind began to run in circles.
toji reached for your hair, pushing it so you could turn your face to him. his jade eyes were dark as he smushed your cheeks together, admiring how wrecked you looked: black mascara running down your face, drool dripping from your chin and coating his fingers, your sweet half-lidded eyes staring at him with need.
"whore."
this earned you a final whiny, cute mewl. as you gushed and squirted all over his cock, your head fell back onto the soft pillow. you could almost feel toji's grin behind you.
the sound of his fingers suddenly connecting with your skin again, making a loud smack, snapped you out of your thoughts. you turned your head back around to look at him and found him already smiling at you.
when he walks, it demands attention. every step filling up the sound, the area, the density around you so you know that he’s coming.
it’s even in the slight shake of the little trinkets adorning your coffee table as he drops in the couch, his heavy arms on either side of the long couch back.
or how small everything looked in his hands, how loud it was when he set something down even if it was meant to be light.
how harsh a slap to your ass felt every time you walked past him.
or when his big hands engulfed your waist no matter what you did.
how his body covered yours if you were even washing the dishes, grabbing your keys, beneath, over, under him and even in the shower.
even his fucking shadow dominated yours.
he was just big. and you loved it.
you loved every aspect of it, when he would be fucking so deep, the low drag of his dick pulling out from inside you till just his tip remained and he slammed back inside of you.
it was mesmerizing how heavy he was everywhere. how he didn’t need to do much barely lifting a finger or flexing a muscle to move you in any position he wanted.
but it was perfect watching him in missionary his long, bulky figure sweaty above you, his arms anchored at the sides of your head.
steady for him and a reminder for you of how fucking strong he was. how he could hold you in a armlock and fuck you how he wanted.
or he could bend you over anywhere, anyhow and take you cause you were his.
you’d imagine that’s your favorite position anything that demonstrated his otherworldly strength. the slight cut off of your airflow turning your moans get lighter and breathy while he fucked you on his lap.
or maybe a full nelson, feeling the stretch of your legs as sukuna forced you past what you thought your limit was, feeling the burn as he huffed only focusing on cumming and not the desperate squirm of your body with the new found angle.
but no.
your favorite position was missionary, missionary since you can wrap your legs around the sturdy expanse of his waist as he pressed back inside of you.
your arms could wrap, and scratch around his back and pull his large frame over to give you another kiss.
but your favorite part was when you’d press your hand firmly in the middle of his large back, catching him off guard and pressing all 280 pounds of muscle in top of you until you felt your chest constrict.
some might assume you’re a masochist, torturing yourself like this, feeling your body fight underneath your boyfriends as you chased your orgasm.
or maybe feeling the dark tingle in your lower abdomen as he nipped at your neck, eyes slightly wider than usual watching you heave below him but not wanting to stop.
and how hard it was you came when he finally accepted his fate and lessened the weight in his arms to lie fully on you, hearing the breathless gasp escape out your mouth while you scratch and cum helplessly under him.
but even regular life wasn’t much better.
sukuna could chalk it up to a kink, a sick desire you had or a underlying urge to be close to him.
but he couldn’t understand this.
on the train you’d always push to get on the crowded one, even with another a few minutes begin.
insisting that you stood at the door and he covered you, and every single time without fail he crushes you.
his hard body swinging from the influx of people or the harsh curve of the train, pressing you further and further to the door. and it’s not like you would move away, or that you could.
but he would observe your gleaming eyes, the tight hold you’d have on his dress shirt and the bite of your lips as you finally took a deep shaky breath when he would finally get to back an inch away.
though he was also concerned when it was time to sleep.
“c’monnnn kuna” you’d whine spread like a starfish out on your bed while he you watched your shirtless boyfriend at the end of the bed.
whose arms were folded, his eyebrows scrunched as he watched you almost scared.
“this is concerning even for you.”
“please baby, i’m always on top of you anyways.”
“no.”
“no?”
“no.”
yet and still he found himself, not even ten minutes later, laid out on top of you his heavy chest crushing yours again as you hummed underneath him pleased.
“there is no way you’re comfortable under there”, his muffled voice answered as you basically purred, rubbing his back.
“very.”
“and no way you can breathe.”
“gotten used to it.”
you’re unreal. but still he couldn’t be too bothered watching your light breathes when he turned with his bed head and see the small smile splayed out in your face.
and you?
this wouldn’t the last time you’d want sukuna’s full weight.
You’ve seen his hands multiple times, they’re so big.
When he touches you, you can’t help but feel your heart race. He’ll giggle when he notices and keeps playfully teasing. But when he’s playing with your pussy he’s gentle. And when he’s rubbing your clit he’ll make you cry.
He likes to hold your skin back while making you cry. He’ll have you trembling for hours sobbing in his arms. If you’ve never had an orgasm he’ll make you comfortable and take it slow, he’ll softly help you use your words when you want something. And if you want his hands rubbing on you..
“Mmh! Socloseee!” You cry out. Your laying on your back in his bed with your ankles and wrists tied together in the air. He’s sitting in front of you and leaning on top of you, between your legs. “Mmmh…I know you are baby.” He says, with his thumb rubbing your clit harshly. “Ah-aaaahhh!” You cry harder. He speeds up his pace a little. “Let it all out.” His voice so gentle. You roll your eyes in the back of your head and squirt all over his hand and cry. “There it is..” he looks down at your wet cunt. “All that wet stuff dripping all because of me?” He looks back up at you through his lustrous eyes. You only tear up more. “Poor baby so shy.” He’s so mean. He puts his fingers inside your cunt and starts fingering you, your hole making macaroni like sounds.
“Such a cute thing..”
“Mmmh!! N-no more!” You didn’t want him to stop. This is too good.
“Oh you’re going to be so used tonight.”
⋆.𐙚 ̊ 𝑎/𝑛: I’ve been having weird stomach issues 💔
neighbour higuruma loves to watch you masturbate through your bedroom window.
the first time was an accident. higuruma had just arrived home after a long day of work, shoulders heavy and eyes barely holding themselves open. a flash of light had caught his attention—you, his neighbour, light bracketing you as you pass your window in nothing but a small, lacy bra. his attention caught like a fly to honey, he’d found himself a slave to his own desires as he laid witness to your nightly routine. he’d watched you pull yourself apart, and wished it was his hands putting you back together.
it quickly becomes the small pleasure that lights up his day. he feels disgusting every time—he knows he should tell you, knows that he should stop looking. it’s invasive in a way that makes him sick to think of others doing the same to him. you’d hate him if you knew.
he watches anyway. it rapidly integrates itself into his nightly routine. he works until the sun has dipped below the horizon. he returns home with an unending ache in his back, a throbbing pain in his fingers, an iron weight around his heart. then he sheds his coat, runs a hand through his hair, and settles down on the armchair in his living room and watches as your bedroom light highlights your silhouette.
you always look so beautiful like that. you prance around your apartment in your underwear, lit up by the warm lights you always keep on. every time you retreat to your bedroom, he feels like it’s a show just for him. you grab a toy—this time a vibrator—and look down at it for just long enough for him to get a glimpse. when you lie down on your bed, arching your back and stretching indecently, he knocks his knees slightly wider.
you’re beautiful. you always take it so slow to start, tracing meaningless patterns around your breasts, your thighs, streaks of sensation beneath feather-light fingertips. he palms over himself idly, watching with heavy breaths. by the time you dip between your folds, fingers sliding easily, he’s hard enough to carve stone from the wait. you really know how to tease. he frees his cock from his pants as you spread your thighs wider, tracing slowly around your clit. he rubs his thumb over his cock as you arch on a gasp, fingers pressing with more pressure. when you finally bring your vibrator to your core, rubbing it where you’re sensitive, he strokes himself at a pace as steady as it is passionate; a physical means of getting off on the internal high of watching you fall apart. he comes with your name on his lips, a broken groan that tears itself from his chest.
when it’s done, he cleans himself up and watches you disappear into the shower, wishing you a quiet, guilty good night. the sickening clarity after the act almost outweighs the high of watching it. still, come the weekend, he’s out on his balcony talking to you from yours; you giggle at a joke he makes, invite him to come over, and he feigns unfamiliarity like he hasn’t memorised the layout of your apartment from his nights perving through your window. when he returns home, it doesn’t take long for you to pull out a dildo—it doesn’t take much longer for him to notice.
(one night, you’re going to catch him looking and come harder than you have in months. he’ll be so sick with guilt he avoids you for weeks. yet, every night you’ll keep masturbating with your curtains open and your lights on, hoping with a blooming perversion. every night, he’ll find himself watching.)
♡ ⸝⸝ post nut clarity w satoru 🤫 ! ❤︎₊ ⊹
cw: suggestive ⸝⸝ fluff
“holy shit.”
satoru let his head fall against the pillow with a soft thud, closing his eyes as he exhaled. his white hair stuck to his forehead with sweat and his chest heaved with each breath.
“i know,” you murmured. you brought your hand to your face and sighed softly.
“that was… i don’t even have words, i—” he trailed off, shaking his head.
then, without warning:
“i think i wanna marry you.”
suddenly, you were wide awake.
you blinked at him. "what?"
the words barely processed in your head. your mind still felt foggy from your orgasm, so the last thing you expected to hear was this.
“marry me,” he repeated, rolling onto his side to face you. a lazy grin tugged at his lips. “so we can do that a hundred more times.”
you stared into his eyes, searching for any sign that this was some sort of sick joke.
“you don’t mean that.” you chuckled awkwardly, averting your gaze.
“i do.” he said firmly. “this is not me officially asking but…" his voice softened "i just had to say it.”
without a word, you rolled onto your back and stared at the ceiling. your heart was racing as his confession sunk in. marriage? he wanted to get married? the thought alone made your stomach twist in knots.
after a beat, he whispered, “well...what do you say?” his voice quivered and you realized—satoru was scared.
you felt kind of bad for him. poor guy probably didn't even realize what he'd let it slip until it was too late. even though the idea of marriage frightened you a little, you turned to face him, a quiet smile breaking through.
