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OFFICER | 伏黒甚爾. Fushiguro Toji.
SYNOPSIS: You get pulled over by a surprisingly familiar officer on your way home
PAIRING: officer!toji x fem!reader
WC: 4400 words
CW: cheating (roleplay), restraints (handcuffs), public sex, groping, manhandling, size kink, dry humping, rough sex, spanking, fingering, mentioned exhibitionism, denied orgasm, sadomasochism, brief oral fixation, dirty talk, thigh fucking, edging, mentioned free use (?), is it car sex if it's on the bonnet (?), marking, brief choking.
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♫ — OFFICER BY AMARIA BB
As soon as you saw the flashing lights in your rearview mirror, you groaned to yourself before indicating and pulling over. It was early evening in your sleepy town, and the roads were pretty much empty except for you and the officer, who was now stepping out of his car. It was stupid of you to assume no one would see you speeding home from the supermarket, even though you were hoping to surprise your husband with steak for dinner before he finished his shift. The jackass slamming the police car door shut didn’t know about your plans, and you had a feeling that they wouldn’t sway his judgment.
So you did the only rational thing you could think of in such a situation: you adjusted your bra, hitched your skirt a little, and fixed your hair just before you heard the rapping of knuckles on your window.
A shadowy figure hovered over you as you lowered your window, a blinding torchlight temporarily dazing you and making you forget whatever pickup line you had been brewing in the back of your mind. Just your luck, you thought bitterly, to be caught at the one moment you actually dared to speed. You rehearsed internally what you might say to get out of this; should you try to appear apologetic, charming, or simply innocent? Nothing seemed right as the sharp light stung your eyes. You flinched at the light a little, screwing your eyes shut with irritation as you dug in your glove compartment for your-
“Licence and registration, please,” the shadow figure muttered, as if your mere presence was irritating him. Perhaps this dick should’ve considered that before pulling you over when you were barely speeding, you thought. Nevertheless, you swallowed your brewing agitation and put on an award-winning smile, retrieving the requested items and handing them to him.
“I’m really sorry, officer, I was in a rush today and didn’t realise I was over the limit.” As much as it pained you to do, you added in a little pout, hoping it would draw his attention away from your documents and towards your body.
Scoffing, the officer swiped his torch over your documents, not bothering even to cast a glance your way as he spoke. “You were doing 60 in a 45. Perhaps a couple more driving tests are necessary if you couldn’t tell you were speeding.”
You gritted your teeth, your smile faltering for a second before you pushed your chest forward, again trying to capture his attention. “Apologies, handsome. I was just a little… distracted.” Uncrossing your legs, you let your skirt inch higher, revealing a sliver of bright red panties. This time, his gaze flitted over you before his jaw set firmly.
“Ma’am, are you under the influence of any intoxicants such as alcohol or drugs?”
This time, you couldn’t help but look affronted, confused as to how your techniques were so clearly failing. Crossing your arms, unintentionally pushing your chest out again as you half-glared up at the officer. “No. I’m completely sober, officer.”
Your tone clearly didn’t sit right with the man in front of you, who quickly put his torch down before gruffly telling you to step out of the car, his hand motioning quickly. Giving up the good girl act, you groaned and opened the car door, slamming it behind you before turning to face the officer, arms wrapped around yourself in the chilly evening breeze.
Face to face with the officer, you could now see his striking appearance; for a rude, stuck-up police officer, he sure was devastatingly handsome. He stood in front of you, demeanour cool yet slightly on edge, as if expecting you to do something. You didn’t, instead taking a minute to admire the mouth-watering sight before you.
Sighing, he pinched his brow and looked you up and down before gesturing for you to turn around. “I’m gonna have to conduct a frisk search, Ma’am.”
Scoffing, you smiled indignantly at the officer, rolling your eyes.
“You’re not searching me over this, officer. I know my rights.”
For the first time that night, the officer seemed to give you a half-hearted grin, closing the distance just slightly. It was only then that you noticed the scar adorning the corner of his mouth, which only stretched and curled upwards as he flashed his dazzling pearly whites. He seemed to relish the way your breath hitched as he towered over you, menacing as his badge shone under the weak road lights.
“Are you refusing to comply, Ma’am? Because I must advise you, this will be over much quicker if you behave yourself.” The faintest glimmer of brown bored into your face from under the shadow of his hat, a tinge of jet-black hair visible while the rest remained perfectly slicked back under it. Knowing you had nothing to hide, you sighed and turned around, allowing the officer to cuff your hands behind your back. Standard practice when there were no other officers around, you’d had enough run-ins with the law to know that.
“I want your name and badge number if you plan to subject me to this unnecessary search, officer.”
A sound almost similar to a chuckle fell from his lips, the warmth of the officer’s body hovering behind you sending a shiver up his spine. As he closed the cuffs around your wrist, he leaned into your ear and murmured, “Officer Toji Fushiguro. Badge Number 4682.”
You tensed as two warm hands engulfed your hips, squeezing them before patting up your torso. Toji’s touch was firm yet not too intrusive, and it wasn’t exactly unwelcome. There was a hesitance behind them, as if the officer was torn between pushing harder or pulling away, flirting along the line of duty and injustice.
Sensing an opportunity, you let your ass gently press against his crotch, turning your head to try and catch his gaze whilst smiling seductively. “Y’know, Officer Fushiguro, I wouldn’t mind working out an… alternative form of payment for this speeding ticket. Surely the two of us can work something out?”
Voice audibly rougher, Toji’s hands hesitated, pulling back ever so slightly to make space between the two of you. “I’m married.”
Sticking your hips out further, letting your back fall into a slight arch, you let yourself press against him once again, smirking when he didn’t immediately back up. “So? I am too, you saw the Mrs. on my licence.”
Toji didn’t respond, his hand instead pressing your head firmly against your car bonnet whilst his hips pushed even closer to yours and your nipples pebbled against the icy metal. You pressed on regardless. “I won’t tell your wife if you won’t tell my husband.”
You could feel something beginning to poke you, and you smirked to yourself. You had won your game of seduction, very clearly, and would soon reap the benefits.
“Didn’t I tell you to behave yourself?” The hand not pinning your head was now forcing you into a more prominent arch, applying pressure to the small of your back. You gasped, biting your lip softly as the movement caused his boner to rub against the cleft of your asscheek. As much as the officer tried to hide his arousal behind his pompous attitude, you could still feel it twitch as it continued to poke you.
Softening your voice, you gave a dangerous roll of the hips that left the man behind you hissing before you asked gently, “What’s the harm in a little fun, officer?”
“I’m not some rookie cop you can charm your way out of trouble with.” He tried to sound sure, to sound as if he were uninterested in your advances, but you could quite clearly feel the effect your torment was having on him.
“Well, you’re a little rough for someone who isn’t a rookie.”
Scoffing, he leaned in closer, letting the warmth of his breath tickle the baby hairs at your nape, voice deepened with frustration. “I’ve been doing this a long time, I know exactly what I’m doing.”
In almost a split second, his hand dragged from your lower back to your ass cheek, shamelessly groping it as he began to rut his hips against you, letting out a small hiss of pleasure. There was not much you could do with his hand still pressing you into the cool metal, instead simply resigning to your fate as the officer eagerly used your body. His touch was rough, biting into your skin through your clothes, dragging in circular motions over your cheek before giving you a harsh spank.
A small jolt, a small gasp fell from your lips before you could stifle it, much to his delight. The little fabric you had covering your ass was soon breached, the officer’s hand burrowing beneath your short skirt to rub at the soft plush of your skin. His hand was cool in the biting evening air, eliciting another gasp from you as it touched your scalding-hot skin. Despite his still-rough thrusts against you, his hand seemed a little more gentle as it caressed your bare skin, as if revelling in his conquering of you.
“You’re so warm, Ma’am. Soft, too.” It was weird, the way his words stirred a foreign feeling in your stomach. I mean, sure, you had intended for things to go this way; you’d do anything to avoid a damn ticket (especially with such a hot officer), but the way he touched you was setting your nerves on fire. Biting your lip, you tried to stay quiet as his thrusts slowed a little, distracted now that his fingertips had grazed the material of your thong. Toji grasped it, toying with the fabric as if deep in thought.
“I think I’ll have to conduct a more thorough search, Ma’am.”
He had already flipped your skirt before you could even think to protest, both hands now grabbing a handful of ass as he spread your cheeks wide. He wolf-whistled at the embarrassingly damp wet spot that had been forming on your panties throughout this entire interaction, leaning in until you could feel his face mere inches from your panties. Humming as if he had discovered something, one hand patted your cheek as the other tugged gently on the string of your thong. A small curse fell from your lips, one that almost resembled a moan, and that pleased the officer.
Straightening up, he spoke matter-of-factly, as if it was everyday protocol to tell someone, “I think a cavity search will be necessary. Gotta make sure you’re not hiding anything, hmm?”
You froze, eyes wide. “W-what?-”
He chuckled softly, and you could almost imagine the infuriating smirk on his face as he tugged on your thong again, this time pulling it in such a way that it rubbed deliciously against your clit. Despite your best efforts, this moan was loud and clear, much to your dismay. As much as you wanted to argue back, to challenge this sleazy bastard, your body had already chosen compliance.
“You heard me. But I’m sure you’ll be good, right? This is what you wanted all along anyway.”
His free hand began to torment, pressing gently against your sensitive clit before circling cruelly around it, pace slow and agonising. Control steadily seeping from your body, you let yourself melt into his touch, tensing and whining softly at his teasing. It was mean, and it was unfair, and you simply wanted more.
“Maybe I should note down your license plate, make sure that you don’t get up to any trouble.” The tip of his ring finger grazed the innermost corner of your thigh, wedding band still cool even as his hands warmed against your skin. That stupid piece of metal was the last thing on your mind when his finger finally hooked onto the seat of your panties and dragged them to the side, exposing your pussy to the cool evening air.
“Fuck, you’re completely soaked.”
Your legs began to shake, body thrumming in the agonising state of being overwhelmed and underfucked. The cuffs began to bite into your wrists as you struggled a little, growing increasingly frustrated. This dick just had you on the side of the road, in the middle of nowhere, and dared to edge you with his body camera conveniently off.
“Are you planning to actually do something, or are you too busy pissing about?”
The bite in your tone was palpable, and Toji relished your irritation. Sighing dramatically, as if hard done by, he pulled your thong down in one swift motion before lining his ring finger up with your hole.
“So impatient. No wonder you have to fuck your way out of a speeding ticket with a temper like that.”
You were seconds from kicking him in the balls horse-style when he finally let his finger sink into you, pushing past ring after ring of taut muscle. You couldn’t help but clench at the sensation, gripping the bunched fabric of your skirt for some form of reprieve. His fingers must’ve been at least double the size of yours, calloused and hardened from years of tough work.
“Ha-aah, stop that-“You could feel him exploring every inch of your pussy, poking and prodding uncomfortably around as you panted and gasped against the bonnet. This continued until the pad of his finger pressed into a particularly spongy point, one that, when he pressed deeper, left your back arching and mouth agape with a silent cry of pleasure.
“There it is.”
Your voice cracked, your eyes widened, and tears formed as he began to abuse your G-spot, pumping his middle finger as deep as he could. Toji licked his lips as you shook and whined underneath him, an eager second finger poking at your ring of muscle before pushing inside to join his middle. This time, you could feel the telltale scrape of his wedding ring as he pistoned his fingers into you, his touch so rough that you jolted slightly against the bonnet. “Hngh! O-officer!”
While his fingers began to pump diligently, you could feel that familiar knot tightening in your stomach. As if in a fevered frenzy, you began to push your hips in time to meet the plunge of his fingers, body incredibly tense as the officer began to scissor you open. It was welcome, it was wanted, it was craved.
And yet, he tore his fingers from you just as you were on the brink of an orgasm, causing you to groan in frustration, body collapsing against the bonnet in anger. “The fuck was that for?! I didn’t even get to cum!”
Toji was quick to flip you over, pushing you into this weird half-sit on the car bonnet before his hand grabbed at your chin. Grip tight, he leaned in close enough for you to see the crazed glint in his eye.
“Ma’am, I’m still in the middle of a cavity inspection. I suggest you watch your tone.”
“Oh really?! And why is-!” he cut you off with a tightening of his grip, finger and thumb pressing into your cheeks painfully until they hollowed enough for him to stick a finger in your mouth. Smirking cruelly, he pressed his middle and ring fingers against your lips, gently sliding them inside your mouth. You registered the taste of your own arousal on your tongue and the cool metal of his ring as he let his fingers rest in your mouth. It weighed down your tongue, and his fingers stretched the corners of your mouth until it stung. And yet, despite yourself, you could feel yourself practically dripping onto the tarmac below.
His gaze was cool despite the raging hard on now pressing into your thigh, voice more gravelly as he murmured, “suck it.” You were simply stunned for a second before something in you flipped, and soon enough, you were eagerly sucking and licking at his fingers, cleaning them for him. His grip on your jaw relaxed just slightly, giving you more freedom to work on his fingers.
“Shit, your husband teach you to suck like that? Bet you’re a pro at sucking cock.”
A warm wave of pleasure enveloped your body as he said this, and your hands craved the thought of grabbing him and fisting his neatly pressed uniform. But, with your hands cuffed behind you, all you had in your favour was a bat of your eyelashes and a couple of whimpers around his fingers. You weren’t too sure whether it was your pathetic slurps or your shameless noises that made the officer shiver, but soon enough, he had removed his fingers from your mouth, carelessly wiping them on your lips.
“Yeah, I’m gonna enjoy ruining a sweet little thing like you.”
Turning you back to the car bonnet, this time the officer pushed you down and gently kicked at your feet, spreading you open further for him. Finally, after what had felt like hours of sexual torment, you heard the zip of his fly and the shrugging of his trousers just below his hips. They pooled at his mid-thighs, brushing against the backs of yours as his cock sprang loose and prodded your asscheek. After what felt like forever, you couldn’t help but rotate your hips, almost as if trying to entice him inside. For your insolence, you received a harsh spank that made you cry out in pleasure-pain.
“The problem is, tickets and a night in a cell doesn’t work for little criminals like you,” he teased, tapping his cockhead against the still-raw skin of your asscheek. “Nah, naughty girl like you needs a more direct form of punishment.” His cock then settled between the globes of your ass, dragging agonisingly up and down, lubricated by both your sweat and the pitiful spurts of arousal dribbling from his tip.
“Mmmm, I know exactly what you need, Ma’am. You need someone to fuck the attitude out of you.”
He let his cock prod teasingly against your asshole for a millisecond before diverting it further down, pushing his cock between your thighs and rocking gently against your pussy. Your whines only grew louder as you completely soaked his cock, hole pulsating in anticipation as he continued to fuck your thighs and torture you with his words.
“Or maybe it’d be better to throw you in a cell for the night, in one of the older parts of the station where there’s no cameras.” Leaning over you, he let his tongue lap at your neck, collecting the salt of your sweat as your face screwed up in equal parts disgust and arousal. “Could have this sweet little cunt all to myself, whenever I want. Could even fuck ya while the other officers watch, make sure you really learn your lesson.”
“N-No..” Your breath was short as you tried to focus, intoxicated by the man between your thighs before he had even pushed inside. “Please, please just do it now.”
You could almost imagine the way he must’ve perked up your words, like a cartoon hound dog that had been tossed a bone. “Awh, you must be scared people would find out. It’s too bad I’m on beat by myself, I could’ve gotten some wank material for later.” Sighing, as if oh so hard done by, the officer grasped himself by the base of his cock, hissing slightly as he guided just the tip into your hole, trying not to thrust in when you squeezed tight. “No matter, I’ll have my fun here and let you run on home, Ma’am.” He leant over you once more, this time letting his body weight sit on your back as he spoke. “This’ll be our dirty little secret, darling. Don’t you worry.”
Under him, you could feel yourself spiralling. Everything felt overwhelming, from the warmth of his breath unfurling onto your nape in a way that made your baby hairs stand on end to the slow press of his cock into you, burrowing deeper inside than any toy you’d ever owned. Nothing felt real, and yet you could feel everything. Now your thighs were quivering pitifully, your only solace this damn car bonnet that you wouldn’t be surprised if it had a dent in by the time this damn officer had had his way with you. Each press of his cock was accompanied by sweet nothings whispered into your skin, words too soft and intimate to see the light of day. Nothing could have prepared you for this, and yet you could already feel the way your pussy eagerly accommodated his size, allowing him to bottom out fairly quickly.
“Greedy fucking cunt… just sucking me in deep.”
His voice was deeper now, and yet… softer? It was an interesting mix that had your head reeling.
Soon enough, he was thrusting into you, setting a brutal pace that knocked the air out of your lungs. You moaned helplessly as he pounded into you, fingers holding your waist in a bruising grip.
“O-Officer! Ngh! It’s- haa- it’s too m-much!”
He barely acknowledged your whines, one hand grasping your cuffs whilst the other continued to bite into your skin. Tugging on the metal binding your hands, Toji forced your back into an arch, chest pushing into the car bonnet. His grunts sounded almost animalistic, and his thrusts were similar in their intensity.
“Takin’ me so well, darling. You were made to be a cumdump.”
Tears brimmed in your eyes as he continued his punishing pace, your legs finally giving in. Luckily for you, the car took the brunt of your weight as the officer showed no signs of slowing or stopping, his attention entirely focused on where the two of you connected. The obscene slap of flesh on flesh filled the air as he pistoned into you harder, deeper.
You were fucked if anyone drove past right now, and yet that thought only made you clench harder.
“Sh-shit-“ Toji’s hand entangled in your hair, dragging you by the hair into a sloppy kiss. He was mean with it, forcing his tongue past your lips and eagerly dominating your mouth. Limp and pliant, you moaned sweetly into his attack, that familiar knot returning with full force.
“M’close, Ngh oh fuck- T-Toji I’m close-!” Greedy, he swallowed your whines as you dripped around him, his fingers somehow finding your clit as his lips moved to your neck. As his fingers rubbed quick, tight circles into your clit, he sucked harsh marks into your neck, completely covering you with purplish bruises.
“Gonna fill this pussy up, yeah? Gonna pump you full of cum until it's leaking out of you.”
You couldn’t protest even if you wanted to, not with the sheer pleasure overriding his senses. Your brain felt like mush, and all you wanted was him, his body, his cum. Every sense in your body had been fine-tuned to his liking, to the point you simply nodded and mewled in response, completely intoxicated by him.
Toji could feel his heavy balls tightening, orgasm fast approaching as your velvety walls fluttered and clenched around him. Every pump of his cock made a lewd squelch, and your face was screwed tight with pleasure. Grabbing you by the back of your neck, Toji pushed you back into the bonnet, cutting off your breathing slightly as he pressed against you, voice rough.
“C’mon darling, come for me. Soak my cock.”
It didn’t take much for you to orgasm, especially with the way he completely covered your body with his own. Crying out in pleasure, your pussy spasmed and gripped him like a vice as you came. He buried himself to the hilt and ground against your cervix as he emptied his balls deep inside you with a guttural moan.
“So p-perfect, milking my cock so well.”
Toji’s hips jerked erratically as he pumped you full of his thick, potent release. When the final spurts painted your insides, he collapsed against your back, both of you panting harshly. After a moment, he slowly pulled out, watching in satisfaction as his cum started to leak out of your well-used hole.
“You did so good, darling. Always so good for me.”
Barely recognising his words, you lay flat out against the bonnet, trying to catch your breath as the officer began to dress himself. His hands were gentle as he replaced your own clothes before undoing your cuffs, pulling you to a stand and burying his face in your nape.
“You smell amazing. Is it a new perfume?”
Chuckling softly, you let your fingers rake through his hair, nodding.
“The one you got me for Christmas. You like it, baby?”
Groaning, Toji wrapped his arms around your waist, tugging you closer.
“I love everything about you, Mrs Fushiguro.”
Face slightly flushed, you swatted him and pulled back, legs a little unsteady as you raised a hand to caress his cheek. Toji leant into you like a touch-starved puppy, eager for more. His gaze shifted to the long-forgotten groceries on your back seat, vegetables poking out the top of the bag.
“Why don’t you go home and relax, darling? I’ll bring us something after my shift.”
You smiled appreciatively, eyelids drooping with exhaustion. “That would be nice, Ji. I’ll see you at home then, m’kay?”
Toji kissed your cheek, his scarred lip tickling your skin. Tipping his hat at you, he finally backed up and jumped into his cruiser, pulling off to finish his shift. You watched his car until it turned the corner and disappeared into the night before getting back in your own car, checking your phone. There were no new messages, just everything Toji had messaged you to convince you to take a detour on your way home from the supermarket.
God, the things your husband made you do.
Ji <3: shift is dead tonight Ji <3: are you alone Ji <3: I know you’re at the store Ji <3: take the detour near the forest Ji <3: need you rn Ji <3: we can roleplay cops and robbers Ji <3: what panties you got on rn? Y/N: the red ones you like Y/N: I would hate to get pulled over for speeding by some crooked cop Ji <3: yeah, I would hate for someone speeding to ruin my quiet shift Ji <3: I’d probably be real mad Ji <3: take it out on them Y/N: see you soon babe <3 Ji <3: Mm, I’ll come pull you over in 20
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NASTY | 両面宿儺 Ryōmen Sukuna
SYNOPSIS: Sukuna pissed you off, it's only right he fucks you nasty to make up for it
PAIRING: husband!sukuna x fem!reader
WC: 3457 words
CW: argument, Y/N smacks sukuna, they make up dw, sukuna's a piece of damn work and so are you, rough sex, multiple orgasms, slight breeding kink (I can't help myself), he be biting n shi, dirty talk, degradation, overstimulation, squirting, mentioned spanking, lowk a marathon, headlock, choking | PART I
❀ DEE SAYS idek what happened... one minute I'm writing a couple of sentences that I think I'm gonna come back to in a couple of months' time, next it's nearly 4am and I'm lit asf to megan thee stallion
THANK YOU TO @cinnam0ngirlxo FOR ASKING FOR A PT. 2 !!
♫ — NASTY BY TINASHE
Like clockwork, here you were again. Standing in front of Sukuna as he craned his neck to watch his sports shit, blissfully ignorant of the anger rolling off of you in waves.
His boots, covered in dirt and god knows what else, had been unceremoniously kicked to the corner of the hallway entrance. All manner of dust and dirt had been tracked across your freshly mopped floors, whilst his stained wifebeater, covered in grease, had been tossed on the floor next to him. For some reason, he’d decided to keep his overalls on, relaxing in them without a care in the world, feet up on the coffee table that you had wiped down minutes before he got home, having the audacity to wiggle his toes like he was having the time of his life.
You had simply watched him from the kitchen doorway, jaw dropped and eyes wide, mop still in hand. No, you thought, this can’t be. Your darling husband, no matter how much of a complete and utter twat he can be, would never do something so stupid. You were going crazy, or imagining things.
“Sukuna?”
His voice was gruff with irritation as he responded, like nails on a chalkboard, as he didn’t even bother to glance your way.
“What, woman? Can’t you see I’m tryna relax?”
Your eye twitched. His body must’ve been stolen by body snatchers. Maybe he’d finally snapped after years of manual labour. Early onset fucking dementia. Anything but the damn scene in front of you right now.
So you had stomped over, mop clattering to the floor as you stood yet again in front of the TV, hands on your hips. He spared you a glance this time before taking a long swig of beer, sighing as you coughed to get his attention with a raised brow.
“I’ve had a long ass day at work, Y/N. Stop the theatrics and just spit it out.” The slight tinge of fondness beneath the surface of wariness fell on deaf ears. While you usually could feel the warmth behind his gruff tone, today it only seemed to worsen your fury.
You couldn’t believe this man.
“Sukuna, is this some stupid fucking prank?!”
Fully eclipsing his view of the TV, you swiped his legs off the coffee table, furious as you raised your voice.
“I just cleaned this damn house, and you can’t bother to take a fucking shower before you lounge around like some obese fucking house cat?!”
Like a damn teenager, Sukuna rolled his eyes and sighed as if he had the world on his shoulders, gurgling down the last of his beer and setting the can down. “For fuck’s sake, Y/N. I’m a grown ass man, resting after a long goddamn day at work. The last fucking thing I need is you lecturing me like you’re my mother.” Leaning forward, he rubbed his face tiredly, elbows on knees. You almost shook with fury in front of him.
“I’ll shower later, alright? Just give me five fuckin’ minutes to unwind first before you start nagging, woman.”
That was the nail in the coffin.
“Have you lost your rabbit ass mind, Sukuna?!”
Before he could raise his head out of his hands, you had surged forward and swatted him around the head, shouting at the top of your voice.
“Get in that damn shower before I throw your shit and your sorry ass out on the damn street, since you wanna live like some dirty fuckin’ animal!”
Each word was accompanied by a subsequent swat, the hulking man sitting in front of you yelping as he tried to protect his head from your furious hands.
“What the fuck, woman?! Have you lost your goddamn mind?!” Sukuna glared up at you, irritated, before standing abruptly, towering over your smaller frame. He caught your wrist just as you changed tactics and attempted to smack him across the face, chest heaving as he tried to rein in his anger.
“If you wanna fight, I can beat your ass right here and now!” Taking in a deep breath, he let go of your arm, letting you stumble back a bit as you glared up at him, completely undeterred and unafraid of his words. Sukuna was all bark and no bite; he’d never lay a hand on you. He wouldn’t dare.
His finger jabbed at your chest, voice low and gruff. “Listen here, woman. I work my fingers to the fuckin’ bone daily to keep a roof over your sorry ass and food on that goddamn table. Cut me some fucking slack! I just fucking got home!” Despite his aggressive stance, a flicker of guilt began to worm into his eyes, gaze darting to the bathroom door just down the hall for a split second. Perhaps it would’ve been better to begrudgingly trudge to the bathroom and take the damn shower, avoid conflict. But you had a pretty fucking effective way of getting on his last damn nerve, even if he knew deep down he was in the wrong.
Unswayed by his tirade (because who set that system up since ‘no damn woman of his would ever work’?), you simply turned on your heel and stormed off shouting over your shoulder, “I’d like to see you try and beat my ass, pig!” before promptly slamming the kitchen door shut with such violence every window pane shook.
Groaning loudly, Sukuna ran a hand through his hair in frustration as he listened to you slamming cupboards and banging pots, hoping you weren’t about to poison him in your state of anger. He’d fucked up this time; he knew just how much his stubbornness pissed you off, especially when he refused to admit he was wrong.
With a heavy sigh and a muttered fuckin’ hell, Sukuna dragged himself to the bathroom, calling out as he passed the kitchen in a voice that lacked its earlier bite.
“Fine, I’m going, I’m going! You happy now, you bossy little shit?!”
The only response he was met with was a loud and furious fuck you before he slammed the bathroom door shut, groaning as he stripped off the rest of his clothes. A small part of him hesitated, considered trying to smooth things over with you, and shuddered at the risk of reigniting the argument. Ruffling his hair in frustration, he stepped into the shower and let the water cascade over his sore body, its warmth soothing his muscles and his temper.
Ugh, you were a piece of fucking work.
Ugh, he was a piece of fucking work, you thought to yourself as you stirred the chilli on the stove, rice already finished. That stubborn, dirty, lousy, loud piece of shit got on your last fucking nerve. You weren’t like this; you were an angel usually, but Sukuna just brought out the worst side of you sometimes.
You swore you could hear him sulking about, probably pacing like a caged lion and muttering to himself like a lunatic. He always did that when you two fought, almost as if he was planning what to say, or deciding whether to fight his corner or concede and try and make it up to you.
As if on cue, your good-for-nothing husband threw the door open to the kitchen, freshly showered and still slightly damp. In the corner of your eye, you could see he was now in a clean wifebeater and a loose pair of grey sweatpants, towel resting on his shoulders. He looked good, you admitted to yourself, but there was no way you would admit that to him. Instead, you simply continued to focus on the food in front of you, not acknowledging his presence nor his dramatic entrance. Leaning against the doorway, Sukuna folded his arms over his broad chest, muscles popping.
“Woman. I’m sorry.”
So he’d gone straight to making up today, at least that was a slight improvement. But not good enough.
After no response, Sukuna sighed and used the end of his towel to wipe away some water dripping down his temple from his still-damp hair. He was awkward, all limbs and not knowing what to do with them as he continued to speak.
“Look, I’m… I’m sorry for being a dick earlier. You were right, I should’ve just had the shower instead of being a lazy bastard.” The apology was awkward and stilted, clear as day that Sukuna was not used to apologising. “You probably spent the whole day cleaning, and I just.. uh, came in and fucked it all up.” Sighing, his posture relaxed a little as he rubbed the back of his neck, looking almost… sheepish? “Anyways, I just wanted to say sorry and shit. Tell you I’m thankful for you or whatever. Dinner smells good, actually. What’cha making?”
Scoffing softly, you intentionally turned your head away, still giving him silent treatment. You didn’t need to look at the cookbook open on the small bookstand he’d made for you, yet the page you’d read a thousand times suddenly seemed incredibly interesting. Sighing, Sukuna pushed off the door frame, voice weary.
“C’mon, Y/N, don’t be like that.” Stepping into the kitchen, his voice was uncharacteristically soft. “I said I was sorry, woman. I was just snappy after a long day, and you wailing on me didn’t exactly help my mood.”
His chuckle was self-depreciative, and his footing almost uncertain as he stood directly behind you. As you continued to stir the chilli, the warmth of his presence could be felt, his body just inches from your own. Shaking his head with an unintelligible mutter, Sukuna wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. While you did give him a sharp side eye, you didn’t push him off as his body enveloped yours, and the twinge of your lip told Sukuna all he needed to know.
Gotcha.
Pressing a kiss to your cheek, Sukuna hummed softly before continuing, taking a deep inhale of your addictive scent mid-sentence. “Mmm, my beautiful wife. My woman. You gonna stay mad at me forever, babe?” His hand encircled your hand that was holding the pot steady, now peppering soft kisses into your neck. You bristled, he knew you were ticklish, and now he was just playing dirty to get you to talk.
Unexpectedly, one of his large hands slid up to rest over your heart, feeling it beat steadily beneath his palm. This quickly got your attention, and you finally met your husband’s gaze as he pressed a tender kiss to your temple, murmuring into your skin.
“M’sorry, Y/N. I’ll listen more, okay?”
Biting your lip, you sighed and relented. “Promise?”
His crimson eyes were intense as he nodded, giving you a rare smile in response. “No more attitudes, no more laziness, no more dirt.” He watched as you turned the stove off and turned fully into his hold, eyes glimmering with that look only you could draw out of him. His smile soon twisted into a grimace, however, as your hand tugged on his ear, harshly pulling him down to your level.
“You better not, you little shit.” Sukuna was instinctively leaning down to ease the sting, a playful glint in his eyes despite his sharp bark to watch it. He pushed your hand away only to pull you closer, arms snaking around your waist.
“Woman, I will burn this entire house down if you lay hands on me again.” You took no notice of his words, not when his thumbs were rubbing warm circles into your hips, warmth pooling through the fabric. “Although, if you did want to get physical, you could’ve just asked.” His mouth was warm as it settled back onto the skin of your neck, more fervent and hungry, “Your technique needs work, though, woman.”
Scoffing, you raised an eyebrow at him. “Oh, really? What do you suggest, a kick in the balls?”
Shaking his head, Sukuna trailed his fingers teasingly along your side. “Mmmm, not quite. I was thinking of something a bit more… pleasurable.”
“How about you put that smart mouth to better use than talking back to me?” his lips brushed the shell of your ear, nibbling softly, “or maybe I should remind you of all the ways these hands can make you feel good?” His fingers flexed against your hip, and you swore you could feel your heart racing as you tried to appear unbothered.
This time, your scoff was softer, and you let yourself relax further into his grasp despite your attempt at a firm tone. “I need to finish cooking, ‘Kuna.”
He groans quietly as the nickname falls from your lips, forehead resting against yours.
“Fuck,” he murmured, “you’re gonna be the death of me, woman.” An unashamed hand pawed at your asscheek, your breath hitching as Sukuna’s free hand held the back of your neck gently. “Finish it later. I need you, right now.”
Before you could even think of protesting, Sukuna had hoisted you up by the hips, watching with a smug smirk as you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist. Any complaints were quickly stifled by his mouth enveloping yours in a searing kiss as he walked you away from the stove and to the nearby wall. Your back collided with a thump with the brick, and your mouth opened with a soft ‘o’ at Sukuna’s needy behaviour.
Capitalising on your slackened jaw, Sukuna deepened the kiss, tongue hungrily subduing your own as his hands roamed ravenously. He pulled, and squeezed, and pinched, delighting in the small huffs and whines in response that he greedily swallowed down. When oxygen became a necessity, Sukuna pulled away briefly, not even giving you a chance to say anything, burrowing deep inside you again.
“Can’t get enough of this body, woman. So good for me, so pliant.”
He thanked the lord as his hand snaked between your thighs, cupping your pussy as heat emanated against his palm. You were embarrassingly wet, and Sukuna wondered just how long you had been craving him for. Was all this acting out simply because his poor wife wanted to be put through the sheets?
Well, he was happy to oblige.
“Aw, has my poor wife been needy all day? I knew it wasn’t just the dirt, you don’t usually care about shit like that.”
His thumb rubbed torturous circles against your clothed clit as you bucked and whined in his arms, dizzy from the fact that he didn’t even need both arms to hold you up. Your man was so big, so strong-
Sukuna’s teeth clamped down on your bottom lip, biting hard enough to draw a couple of droplets of blood as you hissed in pain. Your eyes flitted to meet his, slightly watering as he licked your blood up hungrily. He gave your abused lip a couple of soothing sucks before his lips wandered to your neck, sucking dark marks into your skin.
“You know I don’t like being ignored, Y/N. Be a good girl and speak when spoken to.”
You could feel the blood rush to your face, lip slightly burning as your face heated, nails digging into Sukuna’s shoulder after a particularly harsh nip at your nape.
“Been missing you all day, ‘Kuna.”
Groaning, Sukuna pressed his thumb firmly against your clit, watching you squirm as his pleasurable ministrations were replaced with an understimulating pressure.
“K-Kuna-”
He cut you off, tone gravelly and unrestrained. “You’re starting to learn, woman. Dropping that attitude, finally.”
While part of you wanted to show him just how much attitude you still had left in you, the part that had been counting down the hours until your husband arrived home was throbbing and aching under his thumb. For lack of better words, you let your pussy control you, nails raking down his back with only the flimsy material of his wifebeater preventing you from marking him up.
“You should fuck the rest of it out of me.”
The way Sukuna tugged his mouth away to look at you was a bad sign. The way his irises became entirely eclipsed by his pupils was a bad sign. The way his thumb retreated, fingers splayed across your thighs and gripping on for dear life was a bad sign.
Oh. Oh lord. You had broken your husband, and now he was about to break you.
You didn’t know how long it had been. Hours? Days? Weeks? All you knew was that your throat was raw from screaming his name, your cunt was flooded with cum, your body shook with sensitivity, and yet Sukuna was still going.
Sweat beaded at his temples, your clothes were in tatters on the floor, and your body was covered in Sukuna’s marks. A bite on your left breast, a scratch from a blunt nail on your hip, cheeks stinging and raw from a thorough spanking to ‘teach you respect’. Sukuna had your hips hoisted up, pounding into your poor, abused pussy as you simply wailed into the pillows. What else was there to do? You had driven your husband to the point of insanity, turned him into a monster.
“One more, Y/N. Give me one more, okay? You’re my wife, I know you can take it.”
You couldn’t fucking take it, you thought, not in this state. The sheets were already covered in slick, cum and sweat. So was your body. Fuck, your neck looks like you’d been mauled by a bear. At one point, you swore Sukuna had bitten your shoulder to stifle a particularly loud moan. You’d be grateful if even one neighbour on this goddamn street didn’t put in a noise complaint, and you swore if Sukuna fucked you any harder, the police would be at the door.
“Stop clenching, woman. This cunt is too hungry for cum, gotta breed it deep.” Gasping in, your hands clung to the sheets as his bruising grip only tightened. “Fuck, my wife has such a greedy pussy, still tryna milk me for more.”
Fuck, you loved it. You loved it when he fucked you so viciously it didn’t even feel human, like you had descended into beasts controlled by their lust.
“Kuna! B-Baby, please!” You bawled like a baby as he held you steady, your shaking thighs had already given in. He has your back pushed into the deepest arch, and each thrust simply knocked the wind straight out of you.
“Atta girl,” he murmured, almost as if speaking to your cunt as it pulsed and squeezed around his cock. It was a miracle (or perhaps a curse) that Sukuna could remain hard after emptying his balls into you too many times to count, simply pinning you and forcing his length back in against your tight ring of muscle. Throbbing, scalding hot, massive.
“You’re such a good cocksleeve for me, wife. Holding it all in like a good cum slut.”
He buried himself in your cunt as if he had the intent to split you down the middle; any deeper and he’d be in your throat. As your umpteenth orgasm of the night began to rear its head, something felt different this time. Like a large pressure was building up, bigger than anything so far. Had you at least been in your right mind, maybe you would’ve been able to warn your husband to brace for impact, but instead you simply clamped down like a vice, squeezing his own orgasm out as you shrieked and came.
“SUKUNA!”
Fuck, it was everywhere. For the first time that night, Sukuna slowed his thrusts to a standstill. He looked down at himself, perplexed by the sheen covering his entire lower half. You trembled underneath him, drooling into the tear-soaked pillow as your eyes began to flutter shut. Holy shit. You had just covered him in squirt.
Your eyelids quickly flitted open in horror as you felt your husband begin to harden once more inside you, leaving you to wonder if he had ingested an entire bottle of viagra. He was leaning over you this time, crushing you under his body weight as a muscular arm wrapped around your throat. This time, he held you in a headlock, panting into your neck, moaning and mumbling incoherently to himself before his mouth latched onto your lobe once more.
“Do that again, babe. Squirt all over me, make a fucking mess.”
You whined, the warmth of his breath tickling your ear and the wisps of hair around it.
“Kuna, I can’t! Ngh-! I ain’t got nothing l-left!”
He scoffed at your measly excuse, arm tightening around your neck. Your eyes rolled, and a lewd moan fell from your lips, one that made your husband twitch inside you.
“Do it again, woman. I’m gonna fuck another one out of you, no matter how long it takes.”
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GIRLS NEED LOVE | 伏黒甚爾. Fushiguro Toji.
SYNOPSIS: Toji was more than a fuckbuddy at this point, and he intended to make you finally admit it one way or another
PAIRING: fwb!toji x fem!reader
WC: 4153 words
CW: cheating, fwb, mentioned emotional abuse / toxic relationship, alcohol consumption, mention of ass eating, fingering, hickeys, dirty talk, mentioned dumbification, mentioned rough sex, confessions during sex (?), nipple/breast play, possessive!toji, heavy breeding kink, praise, hair pulling, cream pie, begging
❀ DEE SAYS I've been sitting on this for agessss, so happy to finally post it!!!
♫ — GIRLS NEED LOVE (REMIX) BY SUMMER WALKER
It always started this way - a screaming match with your boyfriend, things thrown or knocked over, tears and curses. Then, as if on cue, it would always end with a “fuck you”, and his departure.
As much as you wanted to leave him, to find someone better, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Each attempt to assert your independence felt hollow when faced with the pervasive loneliness that surfaced in his absence. He had a way of worming his way back in, no matter how steadfast you were that he was out of your life, too good.
The relief of separation would quickly dissipate, replaced by a gnawing anxiety about confronting a future alone. He’d apologise, and kiss, and caress. He’d whisper sweet nothings, promises of marriage and life with each other, vows to never leave again—only for him to be out the door the next weekend.
Both of you were stuck in this vicious cycle, too afraid of being alone to tear away, each of you clinging to the familiarity of pain over the uncertainty of solitude.
What he didn’t know about, however, was the company that you had over whenever he’d storm off, promising to seek comfort in another woman’s arms. Of course, you knew he didn’t have the balls to - he wasn’t that kinda guy, and you appreciated it.
You weren’t so pure of heart.
“He left again?” Toji’s voice was level, almost with the cadence of boredom, and gravelly on the other end of the line.
“Well, hello to you too,” you chuckled, still sniffling a little from your latest argument. Wiping your face with your sleeve, you shuffled around your apartment, putting knocked-over or thrown items back into place.
“What’s the point in niceties? I know what you’re calling me for. Booty call, fuck ya brains out, back home before brunch. Anything else?” You could hear the smirk in his voice, and you hated it, you’re lying to yourself, you love it but caught yourself smiling regardless.
“Okay, you have a point,” you sighed, throwing yourself back onto your bed with a grunt. “Alcohol would be greatly appreciated, I guess.”
“Rough one?”
You gulped softly, sniffling again before steeling yourself to reply, voice still shaky and weak regardless of your efforts. “He broke my CD player and one of my favourite CDs.”
Unlike his usual self, Toji’s voice was laced with concern as he responded. “Shit, really? Which one?”
Casting your glance to the side, the upturned bookcase - which your CD player had previously been neatly presented on - burned a hole into your carpet.
“All Eyez On Me, my Tupac one. It was in the player when he threw it.” Trying to inject some levity into the situation, you tried to brighten your face and tone as you continued. “But the case wasn’t damaged, thank god! That’s the actual signed part.”
Toji hummed, staying quiet for a second, contemplating. He then kissed his teeth, voice slightly strained.
“Be there in 30.”
“You really didn’t have to, Toji.”
Rolling his eyes, he set the new CD on your bedside table, along with a bottle of liquor. He turned to the bookcase, inspecting it for a second before picking it up from the floor and putting it back into place.
“Fuck off, Y/N. It was like 5, 8 dollars max. I was more surprised I was able to pick one up.”
You watched quietly as he continued to look for any serious damage to the piece of furniture, quickly joining him when he began to scoop your books from the floor. “Still, I appreciate it. It was a thoughtful gesture.”
‘Whatever’ was the only response you received, the two of you settling into a comfortable silence as you pieced together your prized possessions. Books, CDs, pictures, trinkets, and other collected oddities were painstakingly replaced until the only difference was the startlingly bare spot where your CD player usually sat. The two of you looked at it for a minute, some sort of strange communication between each other that was both perfectly understood and unexplainable.
Shaking yourself out of it, you rounded the bed and sat down, opening the bottle. “I can’t be bothered with glasses, so we’ll have to trade spit, unfortunately.”
Scoffing, Toji followed suit and sat down next to you, letting you take a swig before snatching it, skin brushing against yours.
“I’ve eaten your ass, we’re way past trading fuckin’ spit.”
You were thankful Toji had the decency to at least let you swallow your shot before spouting his bullshit, even if you still choked and stared at him in shock-horror. This soon led to the two of you dissolving into laughter, with you leaning your head on Toji. He raised an eyebrow, one of his large arms encircling your waist.
“Getting handsy already? You can’t at least make a guy feel special first?”
“Nah, you’ll live.”
You punctuated your quip with a hungry kiss, hand snaking behind his head to hold him in place and ultimately wiping the cocky smirk off of his face. While momentarily startled, Toji eagerly settled into the embrace, putting the bottle on the floor as you clambered onto his lap, pushing him flat on the bed as you continued to kiss.
Raunchy as usual, Toji was squeezing and moulding your asscheeks, tongue exploring the entirety of your mouth as you tried to assert dominance. It was cute, honestly, and he decided to let you have your way for once.
Your lips parted briefly, just for you to trail rushed kisses along his neck, settling into his nape with a harsh suck. He didn’t reciprocate - you strictly forbade him from marking you up - but fuck, he really wanted to. He wanted to litter you with lovemarks, bites, bruises - anything that was a visible indicator of him claiming you.
“Need you to fuck me good tonight, yeah? I don’t wanna remember anything.”
Under your lips, you felt the warm rumble of Toji laughing, one of his hands pausing their kneading of your ass to thread through your hair, “that’s always the objective; stuff you full until you’re a babbling mess, just how you like.”
You could feel your face heating at his words, at the truth behind them. As much as it pained you to admit, Toji was the best you’d had in… well, ever. He was rough and unrestrained, almost bestial when he fucked you, trapping you against the mattress and pistoning until satisfied. Toji manhandled you with ease, unafraid to push your knees to your chest, flip you over, and pin you down. It was almost objectifying being treated in such a manner, but you weren’t opposed in any way.
“You’re always so vulgar, Toji. You should learn how to romance with your words.”
Scoffing, Toji sat up slightly, looking you up and down with mock disdain. “Words aren’t m’thing. Mouth has better uses anyways.”
Toji had set you off again, blushing and groaning with second-hand embarrassment on top of him. Before you could slither off his lap, his hands clamped down on your cheeks, pinning you into place. You could feel the heat of his palms through your sleep shorts, struggling to suppress a moan as your core brushed his hardening cock.
“Horny lil’ slut like you’d probably fuck my thigh if I gave it to you. No need to pretend you’ve got standards, baby.”
Biting your lip, part of you felt the need to defend your honour. However, considering the fact you’d envisioned that exact scenario before while rubbing yourself raw, it seemed a fruitless endeavour.
“Just hurry up and fuck me.” Scoffing, Toji gave your cheek a chastising pinch before his hands slipped beneath the fabric, the large intrusion stretching your shorts taut and pressing the seat against your already-leaking pussy. You hissed slightly at the sensation, biting your lip so he wouldn’t become even more smug, and yet he still smirked infuriatingly as his lips met your ear.
“Don’t hide now, baby. You know I like hearing how good I make you feel.”
Nodding, you didn’t hold back your next gasp as his hands slid back out, one planted firmly on your thigh and the other slipping your shorts to the side. His finger gave your pussy lips a lewd swipe, collecting juices on the tip for him to eagerly suckle off. Stuck on top, you had nowhere to hide as Toji stared at you intently, tongue dragging along his finger. Luckily for you, his eyes soon flitted to your pussy, licking his lips softly before pressing his thumb firmly into your clit.
“Do you miss me when you’re with him?” he murmured, rubbing circles absentmindedly as his attention returned to you. You didn’t even realise your eyes had shut until they snapped open as you processed his words.
“W-what?”
Chuckling softly, Toji’s free hand gave your thigh a soft squeeze before he spoke again. “I miss you, y’know.” His hand trailed up to your waist, palm spreading warmth as his words brought a cold chill. “I miss this body,” he smirked, giving your nipple a playful flick. “These beautiful tits.” As you gasped, he gave your clit a gentle pinch, delighting in the shiver that overtook your body as you moaned wantonly. “And fuck, I miss this pretty pussy every second I’m not buried in it.”
Your head swam as you tried to take in his words, tried to process them as pleasure ran rampant through your body. But before you could speak, he was already sliding a finger into you.
“You don’t really love him, you’re just comfortable.”
Brows furrowed, you shook your head, eyes lidded as you panted softly. “No, T-Toji you’re w-wrong-”
“Shhh,” his voice was like warm honey, dripping all over your brain, smothering any other thought. All you could think about was Toji, all you could smell was Toji, all you could feel was Toji-
“C’mere, sweetheart.” Sweetheart. It settled on your tongue like a sugar cube as Toji threaded a hand into your hair, gently tugging you down to his eager embrace. His kiss was overwhelming, tongue bullying its way into your mouth as his scar rubbed against your lip. If it were possible, you would assume he was trying to eat you alive, his mouth moving with a never-before-seen hunger against yours. His finger began to pump slowly, agonisingly, his other palm still heavy on the back of your head. Pinning. Suffocating. When he couldn’t bear another second without air, Toji pulled away, panting against your skin as he sloppily kissed your nape. His hand still pinned you, even as your hands pushed at his chest.
“Toji! You know you can’t-”
You yelped quietly as his teeth sank into the skin of your neck, his tongue quickly darting out to soothe the inevitable mark he made. “I don’t care anymore.”
He continued to bite and suck at your neck, littering the length of skin as you whimpered and moaned his name softly. One agonising finger was joined by a second, pumping diligently into you. By the time he finally let go of your head, there was no way you could possibly have covered his marks. You pushed up as little as he would allow, his fingers stilling whilst his free arm now snaked around your waist.
“Are you fucking insane, Toji?!”
He stared at you, deadpan, as if you had just stated the obvious. “Yeah. And I’m sick of sharing. Any other questions?”
Scoffing, he didn’t even give you space to argue, slipping his fingers out and deftly flipping the two of you over. As angry as you were, you couldn’t help but whine at the loss, as if your body was a completely separate entity from your mind. You mind wanted to cuss him out, push him off, send him home with his tail between his legs. But your body?
Well, your body craved him like a drug.
“You’re a dog,” you grunted, fingers curling in his hair as he continued to lap hungrily at the marks he’d made. The only response he gave you was a callous chuckle, head dipping down to unashamedly suck at your nipples through your shirt, fabric darkening with saliva.
“Bark.”
You couldn’t help but snort at the monotone retort, smile quickly fading into pleasure as he impatiently tugged your top up, watching in glee as your breasts bounced out. Toji’s breath was warm against your skin, tongue dragging roughly from your under breast to your nipple before his lips wrapped expertly around it. “T-Toj-!”
His fingers tweaked and tugged at your other nipple, ensuring they both got equal attention. You couldn’t even arch your back with how much he was pressing down onto you, so you instead resorted to tugging on his hair and whimpering weakly. His groans vibrated deliciously against your skin, sending shockwaves along your spine. Soon enough, he pulled away, only for his lips to envelop your other nipple, teeth grazing as he tugged slightly harder than before.
“You should be mine, Y/N,” he mumbled, eyes flitting upwards to watch how you threw your head back in ecstasy, shaking slightly from the stimulation. “I’d treat you right.”
You couldn’t bring yourself to hold back your scoff, biting back a smirk as Toji pulled away to lean over you. “You’re a bum, Toji. All you do is steal, lie, and cheat.”
He frowned slightly, chewing on his lip softly as if trying to process… hurt?
“We wouldn’t be so bad, y’know. I may not be a good guy, but I… I could be better. For you.”
Whatever emotions brewing beneath the surface were quickly replaced by a taunting smile; Toji licked his lips hungrily as he tugged down your shorts. You gasped as the cold air of the room hit your bare half, watching as his eyes raked intently over your glistening pussy.
“I’d fuck you good, every night. Keep you warm nd’ full.” His hand trailed to your stomach, pressing gently on it as he began to shimmy out of his pants. “Make sure this pretty pussy is stuffed with so much cum you drip any time you try and do anything.”
You moaned softly when his cock finally sprang free, and he immediately guided the tip to your entrance, rubbing teasingly along your slit.
“I’d work six fucking jobs if it meant coming home and sinking into this perfect pussy,” he murmured, “always so wet, so warm.”
“Toji,” you whimpered, hands cupping his face almost desperately, hips unconsciously rutting against his cockhead, “please, just put it in.”
Humming softly, Toji’s hand left your stomach to brush a few sweaty tendrils from your face, touch almost tender. His voice was low and yet not as rough as usual, his calloused hand cupping your cheek as if it were made out of porcelain.
“You gonna be a good girl and let me cum inside? Make you mine?”
Already past the point of no return, you simply nodded shamelessly, something warm twinging in your gut as Toji seemed visibly pleased by your green light. Of course, he didn’t revel in his delight for long, instead lining up his cockhead with your already-pulsating hole. His eyes flitted over your needy expression for a second before his hand returned to your hip, finally pushing his hips forward, his other arm pushing into the mattress next to your head for support.
He watched in wonder as your mouth fell into a pleasured gasp, your pussy sucking inch after inch inside as if it craved him. Moulding together agonisingly slow, becoming one, his head dipped with a soft ‘fuck’ while you tried to accommodate his size. No matter how many times he left your pussy gaped and raw, the first moments were always a stretch with him.
“Gooood girl,” he drawled out, clearly also affected by the stretch of your gummy walls despite his attempts to hide it, “such a f-fucking good girl.”
Biting your quivering lip, you tried to keep yourself calm, appreciating the fact that Toji was waiting for the go-ahead to move. It didn’t hurt, not like the first couple of times, but it still wasn’t the most comfortable experience. Humming softly, he lowered himself until his lips were centimetres from yours, his breath ragged as he melted against you.
“Can I move, sweetheart?” His voice was softer than usual, the warmth within you only building in response.
“Please,” you whimpered, finally releasing your lip and all the emotion you were trying to suppress, “please Toji, before I go fucking insane-”
Your words quickly trailed off into an elongated mewl as Toji pulled out and sank back in, sitting heavy inside you as his lips once again enveloped yours. Starting slow and deep, you could feel every inch stretching you wide and pressing insistently against your G-spot. Trust Toji to find it instantly, devouring your moans hungrily whilst his hips worked their magic. Every thrust felt like a gunshot, forcefully knocking the breath out of you with each knock of his hips against yours.
It wasn’t the wild, unrestrained sex you were used to with Toji, but something even more deep, more intimate. Your whole body had been set alight by the sheer desperation of his movements — the way his hand left your hip to tug gently on your hair; the way his tongue slid into your mouth, claiming each area and swallowing your sounds; the way his body pressed you deep into the mattress but didn’t suffocate you; the way his cock was already pulsing with need.
“I love you,” he rasped against your lips. “Fuck, I love you so much. You’re all I want, Y/N.”
You didn’t process his rushed confession, not with the way he grunted softly in between, not with the way he continued his jackhammered assault of your pussy. All your brain could dare to process was the fire beginning to ravage your body as he stimulated all of your senses.
“Toji-!”
He moaned, low and gravelly. “Fuck, just like that. Keep saying my name, sweetheart.” The hand that had been tugging on your hair now cradled your neck, keeping you intimately intertwined with Toji in a way that you couldn’t escape if you tried. “M’gonna fuck this pussy full of cum, get you pregnant.”
Hands falling around his neck, you helplessly tugged Toji lower until he was flush against your nape, gasping as he hungrily kissed your skin. Turning your head, you nibbled and licked at his lobe, moaning into his ear, “c-close, Toji! Mmmmmfuckk, ngh-! Please!”
“Please, what?” he chuckled, nipping gently at your neck in retaliation, trying to cover the stutter of his hips at your desperate pleas. “Use your words, Y/N.”
Whining in protest, your back arched as Toji picked up his pace, thrusts shallow as you fruitlessly pressed against him. He had you pinned, he had you cornered, fuck, there was no escape-
Toji’s teeth sank into your neck, grounding you with a low groan. As much as he loved it when he rendered you a babbling mess, he needed to hear you say it.
“C’mon Sweetheart, be a good girl for me- ngh, fuck- tell me what you need.”
Drawing what little willpower you had left, you begged him almost pitifully, “Breed me, Toji! Shit, pump me f-full! Wanna be full, wanna be pregnant! Pleasepleaseplease-!”
He didn't answer you, instead stilling with a grunt of relief, cum steadily flowing inside you. Not long after, your own release was triggered, legs shaking and mouth agape as Toji began to slowly fuck both of you through your highs. A lewd squelch accompanied each of his thrusts, and you could already feel his release trickling out of your hole, even as he remained inside you. Never before had you felt so content, so full, as if he had quenched a thirst you didn’t even know you had.
After what felt like an eternity, Toji finally let himself fully slump against you for a second before pulling out and flopping next to you. As both your chests heaved under the soft glow of your lamp, as clarity began to return to your mind, you let your head turn to face him. Toji was already looking at you, looking at you as if you were the world, looking at you as if you were everything. To him, you had already been for a while. But he didn’t need to tell you that, his eyes did.
“Did… did you really mean all of that? Everything you said?”
Licking his lips, nervous, Toji hesitantly nodded. While his mouth ached to fill the silence with excuses or apologies, his mind couldn’t bring itself to focus on anything except the way your body shimmered with sweat in the low light.
“Yeah. I… I meant everything.”
Swallowing softly, you looked at the marks decorating both of you before reaching out, caressing his cheek gently. Unlike his usual self, Toji felt himself lean into the touch almost desperately, like some touch-deprived animal. You were always affectionate, especially after sex, but this? This felt different. Warm. He liked it a lot.
“I… I um… god,” you chuckled nervously, you were never good at these kinda things, “I would like it if you… If you stayed the night, this time. Like, y’know, even after brunch.”
Booty call, fuck ya brains out, back home before brunch.
Your offer hung between the two of you, a stark contrast to the status quo. Different.
“Yeah?” He tried not to sound too hopeful, too happy, but the corner of his scarred mouth itched to break into a smile.
Leaning up, you pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, an equal mix of bashful and excited. “Yeah. I… I’d really like it if you stayed.”
Unable to keep his cool for any longer, Toji pulled you into his arms, the embrace warm and comforting. You could hear the way his heart pounded, and a small part of you revelled in the fact that he also felt just as emotional as you did, even if his face wouldn’t give his cards away.
Little did you know, you had been Toji’s all way before you had come to terms with it.
“Mmmmm, I guess if I have to.” He barked out a laugh as he felt you hit his chest, no true force behind the blow. He couldn’t give himself away, couldn’t admit that this was everything he’d wanted for ages.
As he rested his head atop yours, inhaling deeply and relishing your scent, everything seemed to fall into place so perfectly. His hand fell to the small of your back, tracing shapes aimlessly as his other arm still wrapped around you tightly. Just as you began to relax into him, perhaps even fall asleep, he spoke again.
“Does that dickhead have keys to your place?”
You froze for a second before shaking your head, tilting your head up to meet his gaze.
“No. He still lives with his mom.”
Grimacing, Toji hummed, “Of course he does,” rolling his eyes playfully before smiling that sleazy smile of his at you. “Want me to burn his clothes?”
Scoffing, you couldn’t fight off your smile as you shook your head, leaning against his chest.
“Nah, but you can give them to him in a trash bag when he comes crawling back. That good enough for you?”
Dipping down to kiss your cheek, you felt the warm rumble of his chest before he spoke.
“That’s perfect, sweetheart. I’ll make sure to scare him off for you, yeah?”
Nodding, you let your own fingers draw lazy circles on his neck, noticing how Toji slightly bristled at the action, cock twitching. Smirking to yourself, you couldn’t hide the sultry undertone of your words as you pressed yourself closer to him.
“You’ll have to, I won’t be able to get out of bed anyways once I’m through with you.”
Both Toji and his little Toji perked up at that, and soon you found yourself face-first in the mattress, Toji already above you and angling your hips upwards as his cockhead grazed your already-leaking hole.
“Trust me baby, you won’t leave this bed until I’m sure you’re pregnant.” His hand dragged along the length of your spine before pushing you into a deep arch, smirking that sharp-toothed grin as he watched you clench with need, a tiny whimper falling from your lips.
“M’gonna breed this pussy, and you’re gonna keep it all in like a good girl. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?”
It didn’t matter if you could, in the end. He’d make sure you were plugged full of cum regardless. Toji was many things, mostly bad, but he kept a promise. By the time he was through with you, you wouldn’t be able to move an inch without his cum dripping out of you.
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ECSTASY | 夏油傑 Getō Suguru ft 五条悟 Gojo Satoru
SYNOPSIS: you’re suguru’s little sweetheart, and satoru needs to be reminded of his place
PAIRING: stepdad!suguru x fem!reader x dilf!satoru
WC: 6106 words
CW: stepdad!suguru, dilf!satoru, stepcest, age gap (7), cheating, suguru is using her mother for money, daddy kink, dark themes (?), exhibitionism, masturbation (m), voyeurism, oral (m), fingering (f), facefucking, manhandling, facial, dacryphilia, rough sex, pinning/light choking, unprotected piv, subspace (?), creampie, threesome, hair pulling, dacryphilia
❀ DEE SAYS another kpop repost, another satosugu threesome, another soaked sheet 😛
♫ — ECSTASY BY CIARA
Your relationship with Suguru was anything but simple. It was neither your fault nor his. At least, that’s what you kept telling yourself.
After a long final year at university, you were happy to be free of your shackles, cruising down the highway with your windows down. Your music blared through the neighbourhood as you approached your childhood home, happy to start the summer after slaving away for your last year.
What you had not expected as you pulled into your mother’s driveway however was both her and her new husband to be standing there.
The man standing beside your mother, smiling like he belonged there, was a stranger. Too young, too handsome, too perfect. And yet, she clung to his arm like they’d known each other forever. Your mother was beaming from ear to ear as she described their supposed whirlwind romance, which had spiralled into a marriage after six months of knowing each other. Her new husband - Geto Suguru - was drop dead-handsome and smiling at you like he already knew something you didn’t.
“But don’t worry Y/N, I’m sure you and Suguru are gonna get along just fine! He likes a lot of your sports shit, you know.”
You shifted uncomfortably in front of your car, locking it with a nervous laugh and nod. Suguru shot you a quick, unreadable glance before turning back to your mother, squeezing her arm with practiced ease. Then, with a slow smile, he stepped forward, extending a hand toward you.
“It’s lovely to meet you Y/N, your mother speaks highly of you. I hear you started taekwondo training while away studying?”
Relaxing a little at the mention of your current interest, you nodded happily and took his hand, shaking it firmly. You were fairly certain that he was lying about the way your mother talked about you, though. He had soft hands, and his touch was gentle. You were taking a liking to Suguru already.
“Yeah, yellow belt for now. Nothing too serious, since I only started recently.”
“Yellow belt already?” Suguru mused, head tilted and eyes flicking down your frame before meeting your gaze again. His smile curved just slightly. “You don’t give yourself enough credit, sweetheart.”
Letting go of your hand, Suguru stepped back with an almost smug expression as you attempted to school your face into some sort of nonchalance. Your palms felt clammy, and you prayed Suguru didn’t hear the sharp intake of breath you barely managed to stifle. Why the hell did he have to look at you like that?
You forced your expression into something neutral, hoping he couldn’t see the heat creeping up your neck.
Luckily, your mother was too busy fawning over Suguru to notice much, brushing a few hairs away from his cheek before kissing it. Had you been more focused on the exchange, you might’ve seen the way he bristled lightly at the contact, still smiling sweetly regardless. Once you had all finished exchanging pleasantries, it was time to head inside.
As you walked through the empty palace of opulence you called a home, your thoughts drifted to your upbringing. Your mother always carried herself like a woman on a mission; poised, untouchable, like the world owed her something. A ‘philanthropic businesswoman,’ as she liked to call herself, though most people just called her ruthless. And while yes, she was a talented PR agent for some crazy famous clients, she couldn’t keep herself out of trouble a fair majority of the time.
Her first husband, your father, had left after he caught her cheating with the gardener, demanding a paternity test for you. When she refused, he took that as proof of continued infidelity, and cut the both of you off. As a child you simply couldn’t understand how he could leave the people he’d loved for so long, but the older you grew the more you resented that woman. You had your own reasons, of course, but the loss of your father was the initial trigger.
She had always been too busy chasing love and luxury to bother with you. You were so frequently left with nannies that the majority of your school communications would go directly to them, and a plethora of your mother’s lovers would come round without even knowing of your existence.
While she always seemed at least somewhat loving towards you, this was a thinly-veiled act that became apparent as soon as you were capable of critical thought. You spent years of your life assuming she hated you, considered you a burden, so you made sure to stay out of her way and leave home as quickly as possible.
Years of scandal, marriages, and divorces blurred together until, just before you left for your final year of university, your mother dramatically swore off men forever.
Of course, you had assumed she was chatting shit, but a new husband after you’d barely left? And she hadn’t even informed you until that Grecian-esque man waved, smiling warmly at you and shaking your hand. Your mother had always solved problems with her credit card—parenting included. But this? This was a new low.
Now you had to deal with yet another one of her ‘great loves’ waltzing into your life like he belonged there. And yet, Suguru was different. Worse, somehow. Because unlike the others, he didn’t seem interested in playing house—but he wasn’t just a boytoy either.
Suguru was impossible. Never overt, never obvious… but somehow, always there. A glance held a tad too long. A touch that lingered a second too much. Just enough to make you wonder if you were imagining it.
To name a few instances of his insanity:
1. Every morning, like clockwork, Suguru would stroll into the kitchen— shirtless, towel draped over his impossibly broad shoulders.
His joggers hung low, teasing both the band of his boxers and his happy trail, and his muscles flexed as he reached into the fridge. He didn’t need to look back at you to know you were staring; he always knew, lips curling into a barely-there smirk before taking a slow sip of his protein shake. You never stuck around long enough to see if he was watching you back.
2. He insisted on helping you brush up on your taekwondo, promising to help you move up a belt in a month.
Suguru always insisted on guiding your actions, making sure your form was correct. While you admittedly did make substantial improvements, this was at the cost of losing your mind whenever he came close to you. The thick musk of sweat and cologne intoxicated your senses, and his uniform always seemed to loosen a little too much, exposing his shining chest.
3. After his daily workout, Suguru prided himself on taking a couple laps in the pool to cool down and release the tension in his muscles.
The few times your mother was home, she’d sit on a recliner, shamelessly salivating over her trophy husband while tanning. It didn’t help that she’d only bought him tight pairs of speedos, all his trunks mysteriously going missing.
He didn’t seem too adverse to the idea though, at least from your position at your bedroom window. One time you swore just for a second that his gaze flicked up to your window, a ghost of a smirk tugging at his lips. A trick of the light, surely. And yet, when he pushed back into the water, his movements seemed slower, more deliberate, as if he knew exactly where your eyes were.
Nothing was certain anymore. You were someone that prided themselves on logic and reasoning, but Suguru seemed to have every single one of your wires crossed.
It was wrong. So wrong. He was your stepfather, your mother’s husband. And yet, late at night, when sleep refused to come, it wasn’t disgust that kept you awake—it was something far worse. But, at least from your fleeting experience with other men that had attempted to fill the role, Suguru didn’t seem too interested in parenting you.
It made sense of course, he was only seven years your senior and had no kids of his own. But then the question arose: what were you to him then? If not stepdaughter, then what was your relationship? Why did he have to look at you like that, while his arm was still encircled around your mother’s waist? Why did you have to hear her egregious moans and shouts almost every night despite some pretty thick walls?
Suguru was confusing you, and you didn’t like it one bit.
The one solace in all this madness was the new people Suguru had brought with him into your life. You’d never had any permanent person to look up to as a kid, but Suguru seemed like he was set to stay for a while. As the two of you got closer, a weird tension still present yet dull and ignored, he began to introduce you to his friends. Surprisingly, one had struck a particular interest in you, and it was readily reciprocated on your behalf.
After all, Gojo Satoru was truly something else.
Tall and slender, it was a wonder the charming giant wasn’t on a runway. He had the face of a god, usually donning sunglasses that hid his pretty ice-blue eyes. A sculpted nose, dazzling white teeth, and plump lips completed his face, his cushiony lips always twisted into a handsome smirk around you. He was confident, and you admired that about him. Plus, his style was killer. But god, the cherry on the top of this beautiful beautiful sundae of a man ??? His voice.
Satoru’s voice was low, sultry, and almost made anything sound sensual. The way your name rolled off his tongue always had you hot and bothered, and he wasn’t ignorant to that fact. Satoru drifted in and out of your life like a storm—his affection fast, intense, yet impossible to hold onto. He came with gifts, stolen kisses, whispered promises, and then, just as quickly, he was gone. Maybe that’s why you liked him. He was safe. Temporary. And every time he returned, it was easier to forget the way Suguru looked at you: unlike Suguru, Satoru never made you question yourself.
While he did try to entice you to come with him on his travels, you had stayed steadfast in your decision to look for work in your city. You wanted to leave home as soon as possible, and the last thing you wanted to do was rely on a man. Satoru understood that, and respected it, yet the older man still made a grand gesture of spoiling you rotten.
"Thank you for the perfume, Satoru! It smells so good!"
Giving you a small nod, Satoru sat down on the couch next to you, setting the rest of your gifts next to the nearby coffee table. Scooping up the box the perfume had been housed, he inspected it with an aloof expression.
"Brought it fresh from Europe just for you, love. Can't remember which country though, maybe France?"
You gave him a happy nod, smiling from ear to ear.
“Eau du parfums are usually from France, hence the name. Says this one originates from Marseille.”
Gently taking the perfume from you, Satoru calmly gestured to your wrist. Unsure but trusting of him, you hesitantly offered it to him, watching with interest as he sprayed two puffs of the liquid on your skin before bringing your wrist to his nose, inhaling deeply.
“Suits you,” he murmured, his voice like warm honey. “You should make this your signature scent.”
His lips hovered just above your pulse point, breath ghosting over your skin. When his eyes flicked up, dark and unreadable, your stomach twisted.
“And french rolls off your tongue like a native speaker, are you sure you’re your mother’s daughter?”
You held the urge to not snort at his overt dig at your mother, a smirk taking over his expression. The sunglasses perched in his hair glinted in the light, and within your own reflection you saw just how flustered he had left you. When Satoru finally pulled his face away from your wrist, you blushed and looked away, his grip still there and setting every nerve on fire.
"I only took a few classes in high school, I’m far from a native speaker."
Your eyes darted back to the box, and simply by the quality of it alone you knew it was outside of your current financial field.
“And that’s quite an expensive brand to make my signature scent.”
Rolling his eyes, Satoru leaned in closer to you, looking at you with such an intensity that you clenched your thighs together.
"Baby girl, I'll buy you whatever your heart desir-"
Before he could finish, the door opened and Suguru walked in, clearly having just finished the phone call he was on. As Satoru reluctantly pulled away, Suguru’s expression darkened and his eyes narrowed. His gaze flicked between the two of you, jaw tightening as he spoke, his tone laced with something sharper than amusement.
"Satoru. Getting cosy with Y/N, I see."
Sliding his phone into his pocket, he took the open seat beside you, wedging you between them. Tense, your voice wavered as you spoke.
“H-Hey, Suguru… How’s Mom’s business trip going?”
Suguru raised an eyebrow at you, unimpressed. His tone was blunt.
"Delayed. She won’t be back until Monday."
You looked at him with slight unease, fixing your posture and turning away from Satoru. Suguru caught onto this movement, and though he said nothing, the smirk tugging at his lips was unmistakable. He stretched his arm along the backrest, the brush of his fingers against your shoulder deliberate. Glancing at his friend, Suguru gave him a once over before leaning in, barely centimetres away from your ear.
"You shouldn’t let strange men into the house, Y/N," he murmured, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear. "Who knows what their intentions might be?"
Satoru scoffed, shifting against the armrest, one hand supporting his head.
"She knows I’m a friend, Suguru. Don’t be a prick."
Raising an eyebrow, Suguru raised his head to stare directly at the playful giant, eyeing him up once again. Then, as if making a point, his arm slid further down, draping over your shoulder in a casual, possessive display of control.
"Oh? And do you know that too?"
You bristled uncomfortably at the exchange currently going on, Suguru almost like a predator staking his claim over his property. But that didn’t make sense, because you were not his. As much as you and Suguru like to play this game of push-and-pull, he hadn’t made a move yet. At least, until now.
Satoru said nothing as Suguru’s hand slid onto your thigh, fingers pressing into soft flesh - firm, deliberate. He didn’t break eye contact. Your mind was at war: one part of you wanted to push him away, the other wanted him to push higher. The added audience only worsened your debacle, especially with the way Satoru’d eyes zeroed in on Suguru’s hand.
Before you could even begin to make a decision, Suguru’s lips brushed against your ear, teeth grazing your sensitive shell.
"I think Satoru needs a reminder, doesn't he, sweetheart?"
You couldn’t resist the temptation, not when Suguru purred in your ear like that.
“C’mon Suguru, leave her-”
“Shut up.”
Pursing his lips, Satoru wasn’t entirely sure why he did as Suguru said. In fact, he wasn’t even sure why he was still here. Suguru had been fixated on you since your mother had shown him a picture of you at university, frantically texting him and the boys about it. His newest con, he’d said, his latest cash cow had come with an added bonus; a pretty little stepdaughter.
While he’d intended to rinse your mother of her money and be on his merry way, you had convinced him to stay around a little longer. He couldn’t resist you, not when you shivered like a lamb whenever he looked at you. And he’d made the others blatantly aware of this fact, lacking any remorse or guilt.
In all honesty, Satoru saw the appeal. You were a sweet young thing, always polite and respectful to him. As you’d grown closer, he loved to push your buttons and watch your reactions, squirmy and flustered from just a little bit of teasing. It’s why he couldn’t heed Suguru’s warnings to back off; you were too irresistible. And now, he’d landed the both of you in hot water.
“Come sit on Daddy’s lap, sweetheart.”
Satoru’s eyes almost bore into you as you shakily lifted up, shifting over a little and planting yourself in Suguru’s lap. He rested his head on your shoulder, smiling at Satoru like the Cheshire Cat as his arm wrapped around your waist. Your head was lowered, avoiding eye contact with the male, shivering slightly as Suguru drew small circles on your stomach.
“Good girl,” he breathed into your skin, tongue dragging along your nape as his free hand tilted your chin to give him further access. You took in a shaky breath, hand bunching the end of your skirt as you let Suguru do as he pleased.
Suguru was still eyeing Satoru up as he began littering your neck with love bites, daring him to speak out. The arm that had been wrapped around your waist trailed up your torso, poking your nipples until they hardened underneath the thin material of your shirt.
You always liked to prance around the house in your slutty little bralettes, perky tits bouncing and nipples clearly visible. He hated how impossibly hard they made him, how fixated he was on pushing you against a counter and groping them. He’d pull on your nipples until they were bruised and sore, slip them into his mouth and suck on them until you were mewling and begging for him to stop in that sweet, honeyed voice of yours.
“My girl’s got such pretty tits - doesn’t she, Min?”
Gulping, Satoru nodded almost as if in a trance, trying to ignore the way his mouth watered as Suguru began pinching and rolling them through your shirt. When a tiny whimper fell from your mouth, both men’s cocks twitched in excitement. You began shifting in Suguru’s lap, and he groaned into your neck before tightening his grip on your chin, stopping his abuse of your chest.
“Stop grinding on me like a little whore.”
Freezing in his lap, you gave him a tiny nod before finally speaking up.
“Yes Daddy.”
Oh fuck, that was hot. You were into this, and both men couldn’t be happier.
Relaxing into the sofa, Satoru shamelessly palmed at his cock through his jeans, intensely focused on the scene unfolding before him. Pushing you forward a little, Suguru had you bent at the waist, his hand now resting on it. Suguru’s free hand was slipping under your skirt, exposing more and more of your supple flesh to eager eyes.
Soon, the curve of your ass was on full display, soft globes pressed against Suguru’s raging hard on. Biting his lip, Satoru’s nails began to dig into the sofa as Suguru’s finger looped into the thin material of your thong, pulling on it teasingly.
“F-Fuck, Daddy.. please, please…”
Your tone was still as soft as usual, albeit a little strained as Suguru dragged at your thong in a way that rubbed it against your aching pussy. Suguru delighted in the way you quivered against his hand, your waist warm to the touch as he continued his torment.
“What do you need, baby? What do you want Daddy to do?”
“I need you, Daddy. Please, I need you in me.”
It felt almost sinful hearing such depravity fall from your sweet little lips. A sharp inhale was heard from the other side of the sofa, whilst the body behind you stiffened, hand freezing in place. Only when a dissatisfied whine left your mouth did Suguru tighten his grip on your hip, nails digging in slightly before he let you go.
“Bend over the coffee table then, sweetheart. Let me see that sexy ass of yours.”
Shakily clambering off his lap, you gave a quick glance at Satoru as you fell to your knees. His eyes were dark with desire, eyes raking unashamedly over every inch of your form.
When his eyes laid on where your skirt had ridden up, a teasing sliver of your cheeks visible, he gave his cock a squeeze, biting his lip. A cough from behind you reminded you of your instructions, and you laid your front on the coffee table, shaking as you came into contact with the cool marble.
You heard a click of fingers and shuffling, soon met with Satoru in front of your face. As one of his hands entangled in your hair, the other stroking your cheek gently, a firm hand fell to your asscheek, squeezing it tight. You whimpered, looking up at Satoru with tears brimming as Suguru continued to meld your cheeks as he pleased.
“Now baby, Toru’s real pent up right now. Can you do Daddy a favour, and stay still for him?”
You nodded, more focused on his hands on your body than his words. Dissatisfied, Suguru gave your ass a painful smack, his wedding ring leaving a painful mark. You yelped out, eyes still on Satoru as he continued to fondle his cock, quietly grunting so as not to interrupt.
“Use your words, Sweetheart.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
His palm smoothed over your cheeks, rubbing your skin in an attempt to soothe it.
“Good girl, always such a good girl for me.”
The two men locked eyes for a second, and Suguru nodded at Satoru, spreading your cheeks apart and leaning in as the other fumbled with his belt. The thin lace of your panties did little to protect you against Suguru blowing softly onto your pussy, and you resisted the urge to clench your thighs. Your eyes screwed tightly shut, damp and frustrated from all the teasing as the sound of a zip and rustling clothes came from in front of you.
As Suguru continued to blow onto your poor pussy, you felt the tip of Satoru’s cock poke at your lips. Eyes now watering, you opened them to see Satoru smearing his precum on your face, eyes lidded as he stared down at you.
“Go ahead, baby girl. Open up for me, hm? Let me use that tiny throat of yours.”
Satoru was massive, to say the least. As you parted your lips slightly, tongue darting out to swirl around his slit, you struggled to believe he’d fit all of it down your throat. Unfortunately, Satoru didn’t really care about your inner turmoil, holding you by the chin and gripping your face to force your mouth into an ‘o’ shape.
“I just know you’re gonna take my cock well, baby. Wrap them pretty little lips ‘round me, okay?”
All you could manage was a nod as Suguru pressed a wet kiss to your cunt through your drenched panties, his face buried as he spread your cheeks for further access. With one long drag of his tongue your jaw fell open in a silent cry, giving Satoru the opportunity to fully push into your mouth. You tried to keep yourself from gagging, flattening your tongue and taking deep breaths through your nose.
“Fucking hell,” Satoru panted, grip so tight on your hair your scalp began to burn, “you feel so good, angel.”
Angel, you liked being Satoru’s angel. You would do anything he wanted if he kept calling you that.
Suguru felt the way you clenched at Satoru’s words, slightly pissed that it wasn’t the roughness of his tongue against fabric eliciting such a reaction. Determined to regain control, he grabbed the flimsy material of your thong and tore it apart, pulling it away from your dripping pussy and stuffing it in his pocket.
You gasped around Satoru’s cock, the male’s hips stuttering in response, pushing your head further down until you took him at the hilt. Tears and mascara began to flow, and Satoru had to resist the urge to bust right then and there when you looked up at him, mouth stuffed with his cock.
“Shit, sweetheart. You’re so wet for Daddy.”
Suguru swiped a torturous finger from your clit to your hole, circling it with a feather-like touch before bringing the digit to his lips. Suckling on it hard, he delighted in the way your juices lit his taste buds on fire, eager for more.
Unfortunately, his cock was fit to burst, and he couldn’t wait any longer.
Two fingers now snaked their way back down to your pussy, toying with your clit before slowly sliding into your warm, gummy walls. Suguru had to suppress a groan as you clenched round the digits, moaning onto Satoru’s cock.
The man in front of you was shaking, desperately giving you time to adjust to his cock down your throat. He thought he could do it, allow you to move of your own free will, but he couldn’t take it any longer. Just as your sweet moans reverberated down his dick, Satoru held you by the back of the neck and began thrusting into your mouth.
You tried to breathe, nose buried into his trimmed pubic hair with every thrust, Suguru soon settling into a similar pace. While you wanted nothing more than to cum on your stepdad’s cock, there was no way you could take both men at once. In this sense, you were thankful that Suguru was scissoring your cunt open, giving you time to prepare for a big intrusion.
“Holy shit angel, just like that. You feel like heaven.”
Satoru was clearly flattering you with his description, your mouth doing a whole lot of nothing in your current state. All your effort was being put into not choking on his large cock, sputtering a little each time his tip brushed the back of your throat.
Your moans must’ve been torturous, constantly surrounding him as Suguru curled his fingers into your sweet spot. Had it not been for the table you were gratefully leaning on, and Satoru’s hand tousled in your hair to keep your mouth firmly upright, you’d currently be a mess on the floor right now.
While Suguru wasn’t saying much, completely focusing on the squelch of your cunt as he held one of your cheeks tight, Satoru was a lot more vocal. Shaky groans and low pants filled the room as he allowed himself to succumb to the pleasure. He was close, and you could feel it by the shake in his hand, the stutter in his hips. His grip on you tightened, your hair now taut and paining you, as he hissed and picked up his pace.
“Fuck fuck fuck, holy fuck. Shit angel, I’m so close-”
Just as you could taste the dribbles of his orgasm, Satoru pulled out of your mouth and painted your face white, furiously jerking himself with his bottom lip between his teeth. His head drooped as he rode the wave, slowly working himself down as his chest heaved.
A tentative eye slowly opened, and he was met with your cum-stained face contorting as Suguru forced a third finger inside. Satoru swore he could cum again simply from that sight alone. Beside himself with desire, Satoru leaned down and kissed you voraciously, fingertips snaking into your hair and massaging your pained scalp as he mumbled onto your lips.
“You did so good for me, Angel. Such a good, good girl-”
“Satoru.”
Almost as if he was snapped out of his dreamy haze, Satoru pulled back with a slightly-irritated frown, licking the remnants of the cum you’d transferred to him while staring Suguru down. There was a challenge in the shorter man’s eye, a dare to test him when he was already three fingers deep, and Satoru nearly tried.
But then you mewled, face dropping against the cool marble of the table, cheek pressed on to it as you worked your hips back onto your dearest stepdaddy’s fingers.
Now was not the time to grow some balls.
Sighing, Satoru untangled his hands from your hair and quickly threw himself into a nearby chair, now leisurely stroking his cock. Suguru had made it clear that your pussy was his, and the most Satoru could do was sit back and enjoy. So he did, jerking himself slowly as Suguru leaned over you, his free hand now fisting your hair.
“What a good slut, helping Daddy’s friends like that,” he teased, eyes lighting up in delight when you whined again.
Your pussy clenched in protest as he spread his fingers wide, palm cupping your cunt so you could grind against it, chasing a high that got closer with every second. Suguru was so proud of his girl, taking what he gave you with no complaint.
The perfect little cockwhore.
“Good girls like you deserve a treat, don’t they sweetheart?”
All of a sudden, his hand was gone. Nothing was inside you, and it drove you mad. You tried to snap your head around, ready to protest the orgasm so painfully ripped away, but Suguru was quicker.
He pushed your face back down against the marble, pinning you there as he slowly unbuckled his belt.
“Ah ah ah, don’t act up now. You need to behave still, sweetheart. Daddy doesn’t like it when you don’t listen.”
A sweet ‘sorry daddy’ slipped from your lips, and Suguru swore he’d come on the spot. You seemed happy to have Suguru manhandle you as he pleased, lips pouted as you looked up at Satoru. You looked thirsty for his cock down your throat again, despite your now-hoarse moans and whines, and it was doing wonders for him.
Satoru began questioning just how much experience you had, especially with how you began to lick any nearby cum off your face, hungrily eating it while still looking him dead in the eye. You looked like a professional pornstar, ready for her closeup.
Suguru’s tip was brushing your entrance, finally. After months of torment, of teasing, of taboo looks and fleeting touches, you were finally gonna have your stepdad where you needed him most. On your mother’s coffee table… as his friend that you had conflicting feelings for watched it happen. It was dirty, it was depraved - hell, you could probably call it degeneracy. But it was all you wanted, and it was finally happening.
He was being a tease, as usual. Dragging his cock head up and down slowly, tortuously. Suguru’s existence was the most remarkable method of torture god could come up with. Just when you thought he’d finally breech you, give you that sweet satisfaction you’d been craving since you laid eyes on your mother’s boy toy of a husband, he’d pull his tip away and continue its journey up and down.
Had it not been for him pinning you to the table, you had half a mind to reach back and just fucking shove it in yourself, but you could tell Suguru would not take kindly to that. Instead, you grinded pathetically against him, a feeble attempt to entice him inside your sopping cunt.
“Please Daddy, please fuck me,” you whined, hips working around and around as both men watched in awe, successfully managing to get Suguru to halt his teasing,”I need your cock in me Daddy, please fill me with your cum.”
Almost instantaneously, his hand fell from your hair and wrapped around your neck as he slowly guided his cock into you. The stretch had you clawing for purchase on the table, desperate for something, anything to steady yourself with. Glad to see such a visceral reaction, Suguru leaned over you as you gasped and whimpered, his voice sultry like honey being poured into your ears. It was suffocating, almost as if it infiltrated your brain, smoothing over it until all you could hear was him.
“Shit sweetheart, you’re taking Daddy so well. Just a little more, princess.”
Princess. When Satoru had called you angel, it felt genuine. Yet, with Suguru’s hand around your throat and his cock sliding into your wet pussy, it felt condescending. You didn’t know what you liked better, but you were probably a little biased and cockdrunk. A soft cry fell from your lips as he finally bottomed out, thumb rubbing circles into your pulse point as he gave you time to adjust. A luxury, considering how fucked out you already were.
“S-Sugu-!”
As soon as the nickname rolled off your tongue, so raw and desperate, his hips were pistoning into you. He didn’t slowly increase his speed, instead going from 0-100 as you writhed and mewled below him. From in between tears, you could barely make out a blurry Satoru matching Suguru’s pace, let alone bring yourself to focus on him. Your brain was slowly melting out of your ear, reducing you to a slave to desire.
“Shit, baby- you like that? Huh? You like when Daddy fucks you rough?”
“Yes! So good! Fuck, Daddy!”
You were all hot and bothered, probably overheating due to the clothes still on you. Suguru had folded your pleated skirt out of his way, irritated by the material but not bothered enough to remove it. In terms of your shirt, he was only now pushing it up, allowing it to bunch above your chest as he pulled at your bralette until your chest pressed against the marble. Then he pulled out and quickly flipped you before you could complain, pushing back in and burying his face in your chest.
His pace had slowed a little as he allowed himself to feast on your chest, hungrily nipping and suckling at your nipples. It hurt so good, and your fingers curled into his hair. It was overwhelmingly good, to the point that you didn’t even register the tears falling, too busy grinding in time to his thrusts.
“Fffffuck, oh god- ‘m so close, princess.”
Suguru trailed up from your bruised chest to your neck, darkening the love bites he’d left before. He was rutting into you, no specific rhyme or reason to his pace. Inhaling deeply, Suguru relished your sweet smell and your sweeter moans, hands now firmly planted on your waist.
At this point you were lost to ecstasy, floating on cloud nine as the knot in your stomach tightened impossibly tight. Feeling you clench around him, Suguru brushed a few hairs out of your eyes and mumbled sweet nothings into your ear, interrupted by a groan as he neared his own high. Cursing quietly, he gave a few shallow thrusts before pushing deep inside, filling you with his warm seed.
His orgasm triggered your own, especially when paired with his low moans of your name, leaving you shuddering and clinging onto the table for dear life. Still feeling the effects of his high, Suguru hissed slightly as you clamped down on him, nails digging into your sides. Both of you were gasping for air, looking at each other with unbridled desire.
“Sh-shit-!”
You turned just in time to see Satoru spurt in his fist, red in the face and panting slightly to himself. He glanced over at the two of you, clearly still hazy from his orgasm, and gave you both a lazy smile.
Satoru watched happily as Suguru slowly pulled out, his cum dribbling out despite your attempts to keep it all in. Tutting, your stepdad cupped your cheek with one hand, fingering his cum back inside with the other.
“C’mon sweetheart, keep it all in. Your pretty cunt needs to be stuffed, m’kay?”
You shakily nodded, trying not to squirm and moan as he pushed against your sweet spot. Back arching off the coffee table, fresh new tears rolled down your cheeks. Suguru cooed at you, kissing them away softly. Despite his sweet actions, you could feel his cock beginning to harden once more. He had that glint in his eye again, and soon enough he replaced his fingers with his cock.
“Awh, don’t cry, pretty girl. Daddy will keep you nice ‘nd full, yeah?”
Chuckling, he glanced at Satoru and gave him a smug smirk, turning back to you and rubbing torturous circles on your clit.
“Ain’t I lucky to have a little cumslut for a stepdaughter, Toru?”
“So lucky, Suguru. You should give her what she wants.”
Suguru’s smirk widened, setting a slow pace and pressing down on your stomach. He watched intently as you keened with a whine, giving him those doe eyes that drove him insane.
“Of course I will, I’ll always give my sweetheart whatever she wants.”
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SHE | 五条悟 Gojo Satoru
SYNOPSIS: satoru craves you endlessly, and can't bring himself to resist such a golden opportunity
PAIRING: bsf!satoru x fem!reader
WC: 1659
CW: dubcon, somnophilia, mentioned masturbation (m +f), stalking, panty-sniffing, olfactophilia (scent kink), dirty talk, mentioned breeding kink, voyeurism, mentioned marking, nipple + breast play, oral (f receiving), yandere content
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♫ — SHE BY TYLER, THE CREATOR
Satoru took a deep breath, inhaling your sweet scent hungrily. The two of you were curled up on your sofa bed, watching a movie together. It was some old slasher that Satoru had recommended, but the SFX quality was pretty subpar, so it wasn’t as entertaining as expected. This had led you to drift in and out of sleep, entranced by the warmth Satoru was providing. A smirk took over Satoru’s face at this, taking the opportunity to pull you closer. The hands that were wrapped around your waist fell to your sides, slowly rubbing up and down, the edges of his hands daring to breach the material of your top.
His top. He loved when you wore his clothes, the way they suited you so well made him eager to rip them off. Tonight was no different, and your sleepy state made him even more bolder than usual. His free hand snaked up your front, just shy of your breasts, your skin warm under his calloused hand.
He knew he shouldn’t be in here, but wasn’t this your fault anyways? You had given him, your trusted best friend, a key to your apartment ‘just in case’. In his humble opinion, that was clearly a bad idea, but it wasn’t as if he’d refuse. Not when he could now run his fingers over your cream comforter, fingers playing with the furry edges. He didn’t dare to lift it out of place, so he leant down and sniffed the material, almost moaning at how strong your scent was. Despite usually holding himself back, it wasn’t unusual of him to jerk off to the smell of you, especially when you returned the odd jumper to him.
He would hold it to his face, drowning himself in your smell while hurriedly pumping his leaking cock, drunk on your scent. The jumper would practically smother him with how close he had it, but he didn’t care. Satoru’s brain swam with pleasure, and he swore he could almost taste you on his tongue. That sweet, sweet smell, that drove him crazy every damn time.
Focusing on his task, Satoru quickly moved to your dirty laundry basket, lifting the lid ever so slightly. Slowly putting his hand in, he carefully rummaged (so as not to disturb the clothes too much and you notice a difference) before his fingers finally found purchase on something thin. Something lacy.
Bingo.
He pulled out the pair of thin panties, mouth almost salivating at the thong in the back. A small mark on the place your pretty pussy sat had him groaning, clearly proud of his discovery.
“Fucking hell..”
He lifted it to his nose, closing his eyes in anticipation. When the smell finally hit him, he could already feel the boner straining against his pants. It was as if you had drugged him, the way he staggered to a stand, pushing the seat of your panties until they were practically inside his nostrils. He could die happily in this moment, clutching your panties to his face like the fucking pervert he is.
But, almost as soon as that thought crossed his mind, he heard the jingle of your keys in the door. Panicking, Satoru quickly made his way back to the window, hooking his leg over and disappearing into the shrubbery below. Mere seconds later, you were in your room, hanging your jacket, blissfully unaware of how your window was slowly closing behind you.
The headphones on your head meant you didn’t hear it click shut, and Satoru thanked his lucky stars as he sat in the bushes. He decided to catch his breath for a bit then make his escape, cheeks flushed and body trembling with adrenaline. You finally removed your headphones and, fiddling with your phone for a second, music began to flow through your portable speaker.
Then, you started undressing.
His jaw dropped open at the sight of you shimmying down your jeans, yet another one of those wretched thongs leaving your supple ass on display for him. It didn’t take long for you to kick them off and begin on your top, pulling it off until you were left in a bra and panties. Satoru had to hold his gasp when you bent over, picking the jeans up and quickly dumping the dirty clothes in your basket. His eyes stayed entirely fixated on your form as you turned away, walking into the bathroom with your speaker. As soon as the door clicked shut behind you, he sat down on the ground, fingers fumbling with the button and zip of his jeans.
It didn’t take the man long to tug his cock out, its angry red tip already sensitive in the cool breeze of a summer night. His thumb teased his tip, imagining it was your own with a satisfied sigh. Satoru was quick to stuff your panties in his mouth, both to quieten and satisfy himself. Your delectable taste had him throbbing uncontrollably, and his cock was fit to burst.
It was fair to say that when you got out of the shower, laying on your bed in nothing but a towel as your fingers edged closer to your hole, you had a very intensely focused audience.
When soft snores began to fall past your parted lips, Satoru couldn’t help but bury his head in the crook of your neck, both hands now grasping your breasts. Like the little fuckin’ tease you were, you rubbed against his already-hardening cock, your ass moving against it as you shifted in your sleep. As soon as you settled down again, his fingertips ghosted your nipples, smirking at how they quickly pebbled under his touch.
“Such a nasty girl…”
Circling them slowly, Satoru watched in awe as your back arched, a small whimper leaving you. He dared to pinch them before rolling them to soothe you, smirking when you gasped in your sleep. Pressing little kisses to your neck, he whispered to you in a deep, sultry voice, nibbling on your ear.
“You just want this, don’t you?”
Of course, you couldn’t answer. All you did was pant in your sleep, leaning into his touch. His nose tickled your baby hairs as he pressed closer to you, hard-on poking your ass. Venturing lower with one hand, he let it slide into your pyjama shorts, mouth watering when he realised you had no panties on. He cupped the supple skin with a groan, slowly rocking his hips into you. Satoru’s fingers were quick to dig into your asscheeks, and he shushed you when you whined quietly.
“Don’t whine like that, I don’t wanna cum in my pants.”
It was literal torture for him to resist sinking his teeth into your neck, suck and bite until a harsh mark began to purple on your skin. He fantasised about leaving you bedridden from his cock, all fucked out and covered in cum and love bites. One day, he soothed himself with; one day all you would need to do is let him fuck that cute little cunt of yours. He’d do everything else - provide, cook, clean - your only task would be to bounce on his cock and let him pump you full of his cum.
He was beginning to become a little impatient, especially from the way you quietly moaned in your sleep. He wondered who you were dreaming about, whether it could possibly be him at the forefront of your mind. Maybe you wanted him so desperately that you were faking being asleep, or perhaps you weren’t ever asleep. Surely you would’ve woken up by now, right?
This thought spurred him on as his fingers finally dipped low enough that they slipped between your folds, delighted at how wet you were. You wanted this, you wanted him. Satoru didn’t even hesitate before bringing his middle and pointer finger to your clit, circling it as you shifted in his grasp. His other hand was still cupping your boob, and he began to roll your nipples simultaneously. The way your face furrowed, jaw slightly shaking at the pleasure had him fit to burst. It wasn’t long before he retracted his fingers and suckled them, almost moaning himself at the taste. All resolve flew out the window when you whispered to yourself, almost quiet enough for him to miss.
“T-Toru…”
Before he could think to control himself, Satoru had tugged your shorts off and sunk lower on the sofa bed. He turned you until you were laid on your back and pushed your legs just far enough to be face-to-face with your pussy. Clearly unable to think reasonably, he gave your lips a wet kiss before eating you out like a starved man. His assault on your pussy was the straw that broke the camel’s back, and you sat up with a start. Your eyes were still groggy, but you felt his tongue languidly licking you, your thighs already shaking. Your voice was a little croaky as you spoke.
“Satoru?”
He hummed and your pussy clenched, causing the man between your legs to smirk before murmuring into your pussy.
“Just go back to sleep, baby. I need a little taste, and then I’ll leave you be.”
A silence settled over the room, and Satoru paused for a second, hoping you weren’t about to kick him out and cut all ties. Even though he had stopped, he was still breathing onto your pussy, his nose grazing your clit. Maybe you thought you were dreaming, or maybe you were too horny to care about the situation, but your legs spread wider after a while. Snaking a hand into his hair, you pushed him until he was pressed into your dripping cunt, now beginning to roll your hips onto his face.
“You woke me up, so you better make it worth my time.”
Satoru was quick to get to work, doing all he can to fuck your brains out until all you could think about was him.
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AIN'T NO FUN | 五条悟 Gojo Satoru + 夏油傑 Getō Suguru
SYNOPSIS: suguru liked to share more than the average guy, and satoru was eager to take full advantage of his generosity
PAIRING: bsf!satoru x fem!reader x bf!suguru
WC: 1682 words
CW: threesome (?), voyeurism, cowgirl, filming, cuckholding, slight objectification, degradation, ass play, spit play, masturbating, praise, dacryphilia, strength kink
❀ DEE SAYS: reposted from my kpop account desirehorizon
♫ — AINT NO FUN BY SNOOP DOGG
You could feel Suguru’s eyes on your skin, practically burning into your flesh as you panted and mewled. Consumed in the fuzzy depths of pleasure, almost every sense of yours was heightened. Sweat coated your tired body, aching muscles screaming for a break, yet it was of no use. Your brain was fucked out, broken even, as you continued riding like your life was on the line. It felt too good to stop, too good to pause, too good to think.
“Fuck baby, I think Satoru broke you.”
Grunting beneath you was Suguru’s friend, Gojo Satoru. A friend you had admired since your boyfriend introduced you to his group. A friend that made your mouth water with every ripple of muscle, every small sliver of skin he exposed for you. You had often thought of this exact moment, just how good he’d feel fucking you dumb, stuffing you full again and again until you were overflowing with his cum.
Luckily, Suguru was on the same wavelength.
Geto didn’t mind sharing, encouraged it even, and Gojo had been glad to take advantage of you two’s liberal approach to your relationship. He honestly had his eye on you the second Suguru had walked through the door with you - as many of the others had too. But he had been the lucky man picked to satisfy your lewd fantasies, and Satoru couldn’t have been happier.
“Kiss him.”
You looked towards Suguru, eyes raking over him, taking in the way he pumped his cock hurriedly. A camcorder was set up on a stand next to him, and he made sure to zoom in as Satoru grabbed your chin and shoved his tongue in your mouth. His fingers pressed into your spine, making you keen into his touch. Satoru’s kiss was wet and messy, and it was clear he himself was hazy from desire. You were needy and pliant, easy for him to meld and manhandle however he pleased.
“Fuck her harder, Toru. She doesn’t look cockdrunk yet.”
Mewling pathetically, your nails dug into Satoru’s shoulders, drawing a hiss out of the giant. You could feel his grip tighten on your lips, leaving you no wiggle room as he bounced you on his cock. His hips were meeting yours halfway, and you genuinely couldn’t fathom how he moved you like you were nothing. Your broken pants and whines had Satoru on edge himself, especially with the way your cunt squeezed his pulsing cock. Satisfied grunts were also heard from Suguru’s direction, though you couldn’t focus much on him.
Close and unsteady, you let yourself fall into Satoru’s chest, eyes hazy as you looked towards your boyfriend. He looked so hot right now, his usual stoic demeanour replaced with raw desire. Sweat congealed his fringe into spiky tips, and he let a long dribble of spit fall to his cock before fucking his hand harder. He was outpacing Satoru’s thrusts, the elder having already orgasmed twice, and showed his fist no mercy.
“Fuck, so hot baby. Such a good slut, letting my friends share your sweet little cunt. Ain’t she sweet, Satoru?”
Satoru’s breath was ragged, coming out in short pants as you felt him tense underneath.
“Ngh- So sweet, S-Suguru. Think I’m gonna- I-I’m gonna-”
Suguru’s response was apathetic and curt - “Hold it.”
Satoru let out a small protest, almost akin to a whimper, yet nodded regardless. The combination of your pussy practically milking him and your wanton moans was driving him crazy, and it was taking everything in him to hold it in. Looking down at you, a pang of jealousy hit him when he saw your entire attention was on Suguru, watching intently as he worked himself to his high.
He was the one fucking you, the one you were dripping all over, yet he had a niggling feeling that you weren’t dripping because of him. It only encouraged him to fuck you harder, to fuck you until all you could think about was him.
“C’mere.”
Satoru snaked his fingers into your hair and gently tugged you to his level, smushing his lips against yours. He was more forceful in this kiss, too consumed with his own thoughts. His tongue was rough against your skin, and he smirked when you clenched and whimpered softly. Dribble escaped the corner of your swollen lips as he sucked on your tongue, devouring you heartily.
“So sweet,” he murmured, snaking his way from your lips to your nape, licking his way back up lewdly to lock lips again. Brain swirling with desire, you began to drown in everything Satoru, noting the way his hips had picked up the pace, shallow and hasty.
“Oh fuck, that’s it. Just like that, Satoru.” Suguru took the camera off its stand and approached with it, slowing his other hand so he could limit the shakiness. He settled down onto the bed, just shy from where Satoru was practically abusing your pussy, watching in awe as he pistoned into you.
“Shit…” he cursed quietly, letting go of his weeping cock to spread your cheeks, practically salivating at the ring of white forming where you and Satoru met. Collecting his spit in his mouth, Suguru leant in and spat on your arsehole, zeroing in as it slowly trailed down to meet the aforementioned white. You squirmed at the sensation, turning around to find your boyfriend inches from your ass, camera trained dutifully. You were so overwhelmed that you didn’t even notice the way Satoru groaned in protest, nails digging harder into your sides.
“Sugu- ba-baby, what are you- hngh!- doing?!”
“Just shut up and take it.”
You did as you were told, lips pursed together as Suguru made his camera debut, inching closer until he was just shy of your jolting asscheeks. Still spreading them, he flattened his tongue below, and dragged it up past your puckering hole with agonising slowness.
This unexpected stimulation was too much to bear, and soon enough you were digging your nails into Satoru’s shoulders and throwing your head back in ecstasy, crying out to a god ashamed of such gluttonous lust.
“Oh, god! I’m gonna fuckin’ come!”
Satoru wasn’t prepared for you practically clamping on him like a vice, hissing a strangled moan before tugging himself out and promptly ejaculating. Suguru wasn’t quick enough to get himself out of the splash zone, leading to both him and the lens being coated with cum, as well as your ass also being spittled with the substance.
Your boyfriend sat there, dazed beyond comprehension as you and Satoru tried to catch your breath, slumped against each other. Bringing a hand to his brow, he mopped his face before sitting upright, biting his lip softly.
“That was… something.”
Satoru grunted as you slid yourself off of him, shakily crawling across the mattress to Suguru and straddling him. Suguru gave a lazy side glance to Satoru, almost as if he was gloating, before softly grabbing you by the neck and swallowing your gasp with a greedy kiss.
All Satoru could do is watch, his jealousy festering with the added sensuality of you sloppily kissing and licking his cum off of your boyfriend’s face. He watched everything happen with morbid curiosity, his hand itching to palm at his twitching semi-hard cock.
Suguru muttered sweet nothings to you, praising you as his hands roamed freely over your body. Inevitably, Suguru’s touch returned to your cheeks, palming them roughly and squeezing them like stress toys, mouth falling open in a little ‘oh’ as you softly ground against him.
When you had finished cleaning him off, Suguru pushed you off his lap and let you fall to the mattress, tossing the still-recording camera at Satoru, who barely caught it.
“Get my good side, yeah?” Suguru said, smirking as he pushed your back into an arch before letting his hand slide down to your neck, touch soft yet firm.
“Be a good girl and keep your eyes on Satoru, baby. Can you do that for me?”
Nodding helplessly, you tried to focus on the words coming out of his mouth rather than the way he traced his fat tip around your pulsating hole. Pushing your hips back would only prolong the torture, so you obediently maintained your position, ass in the air for him, staring at Satoru.
A twisted pleasure overcame you at the sight of Satoru completely flushed, his tip as red and shiny as his sweating face. Suguru smacked your ass - once, twice - and then finally gave you what you wanted.
He slid slowly into you, empowered by the way your body instantly tensed, tiny whimpers falling from your parted lips as he continued to press deeper, stretching you out. He wasn’t as long as Satoru, not by a long shot, but my god he was girthy.
Satoru watched intently as your face contorted with the pleasure-pain wracking your already-spent body, all your might being channelled into maintaining eye contact. The fire engulfing his body only worsened, and Satoru quickly changed hands so he could start pleasuring himself.
Suguru was on top of you, weighing you down, pinning you in place with his muscles. You couldn’t move, couldn’t think, couldn’t talk - all you could do was whine and cry out helplessly, pussy weeping as he bullied inside your cunt, unforgiving. You could barely see Satoru through the tears cascading, yet you still dutifully kept your eyes on him, watching through your blurry vision as he huffed and grunted at the sight before him. Unamused, Suguru tsked before glaring at Satoru, tilting his head to the side slightly.
“Don’t corrupt the audio, Satoru.”
Satoru nodded and pursed his lips, eyes trained on your fucked-out expression, babbling nonsensically under your boyfriend.
Fuck, he wished it was him. He wished he could bury deep inside you and flood you with his cum, fill you to the brim and watch it overflow back onto his cock.
But for now? For now he’d have to be content with jerking himself off, relishing in the way his semen still stained your skin as Suguru pinned you and fucked you like a rabid animal.
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WHAT’S IT GONNA BE?! | 両面宿儺 Ryōmen Sukuna
SYNOPSIS: sukuna refuses to let his pretty little wife work - not under his roof. He’ll provide you with whatever you desire, as long as you return the favour.
PAIRING: fem!reader x husband!sukuna
WC: 3.4k words
CW: fingering, groping, dry humping, unprotected piv, breeding kink, creampie, rough sex, semi-clothed sex, manhandling, dirty talk, begging, big dick kuna, marking (nails, hickeys etc.) | PART II
❀ DEE SAYS: I like writing Sukuna as an old-fashioned blue-collar husband
♫ — WHAT’S IT GONNA BE?! BY BUSTA RHYMES
Ryōmen Sukuna was a simple man.
He went to work, came home, ate, slept, then went to work. Occasionally, he’d watch some sports shit, or some news shit, or some other shit. It was all shit to him, ever the pessimist. Yet, there was one thing Ryōmen always looked forward to at the end of a long day — returning to you, his cute little wife. Even if he wasn’t one to show it.
Sukuna had retired you a couple years into knowing each other, told you that ‘no woman of his should lift a damn finger’. Sure, he wasn’t the best with his money, but he never gambled with your livelihood. Every day he put dinner on the table, kept the lights on, and kept the hot water running. You didn’t expect much else other than that, and a small portion of Sukuna was grateful for your leniency.
And yet, one day, it came to mind that you needed a car. He’s not sure where the fuck you got that idea from, and he was a little annoyed you had interrupted his sports shit to express such concerns, but so is the price of spoiling his woman rotten.
“I just think it would really make errands easier, Sukuna.”
“Mhm,” he mumbled, sipping loudly from the can of beer in his hand, scratching at his side absentmindedly.
“Plus, it just kinda makes sense, you know? I already have a licence, and we can afford it, and it’ll be a real game changer.”
Craning his neck to the side, trying to catch the end of the first half of the game, Sukuna let out another non-commital grunt, now scratching at his stomach.
“Sukuna, I’m being serious now!” Your voice raised and body tensed, tone indignant as you glared down at your husband on the couch. And yet, as soon as his eyes met yours, you could already feel yourself soften under his gaze.
Sukuna gave you a look up and down before rolling his eyes. “Yeah yeah, car, errands, game changer. How you planning to fuel this car, woman? On dreams?”
Scoffing, you rolled your eyes back at his sardonic tone.
“I could pick up some part time work, if necessary. It’s not like it would kill me-”
“No.”
Raising an eyebrow, you watched as your husband quickly flicked off the tv, his entire focus on you. His jaw ticked, as if you’d upset him, and from the way his hand curled tighter around the remote, you were afraid you genuinely had.
Regardless, you pressed on.
“No?”
“No.” He did not elaborate, letting the can clink against the side table and the remote fall into the couch cushions.
Adjusting his position, Sukuna sat slightly more upright, spreading his legs and gesturing for you to come closer. When you obliged his hands met your hips, guiding you onto his lap with a gentleness that belied the frustration in his expression. Leaning in closer, he relished in the way your breath hitched as his lips grazed your shoulder, travelling up the slope of your neck to your ear. He brushed against it teasingly before he spoke in that deep, gravelly voice that always drove you insane.
“You wanna car? I’ll get you a fuckin’ car.” His teeth teased your lobe, hands still planted firmly on your hips as his heat seeped into the fabric, warming your skin.
Your brow furrowed, expression soon relaxing into one of relief as Sukuna nipped at your ear lobe before soothing it with his tongue.
“Then what were you saying no about?”
Trailing down your jawline, Sukuna peppered your skin with butterfly kisses, with that same softness he reserved only for you. His grip on your hips was tight, pinning you to his lap - not that you were keen to escape his grasp anyways.
“No wife of mine needs a damn job.” He murmured before pressing an insistent kiss to your lips, his moving against yours with urgency before licking your bottom lip, sucking on it softly. As you opened your mouth, ever so obedient, he spoke into the embrace - “I’ll get you your car, woman.”
Your eyes lit up with excitement, in a way that Sukuna couldn’t help but admire. The sheer energy that you emanated was palpable, and he was thankful he regularly got caught in your rays. But now? Now his pretty little wife was sitting in his lap, looking at him with the world in her eyes, and all Sukuna could think about was absolutely ruining you.
Wrapping your arms around Sukuna’s neck, you pressed your lips more insistently against his, unable to keep yourself from breaking out into a wide smile, “Really, honey? You mean it?”
Groaning, Sukuna hands moved down to paw at your asscheeks with no shame, pushing you higher on his lap until your clothed core rubbed against his already-hard cock. “Uh huh. Now shut up ‘nd kiss me before I change my mind.”
Rolling your eyes, you opened your mouth once more, inviting your husband in. He wasted no time in exploring your mouth, no inch left undiscovered. While one greedy hand continued to squeeze your ass cheek, another took a handful of your breasts, touching you in a way that only Sukuna could.
Your head bowed slightly, forehead resting on his as he continued to ravage so many parts of you. His kiss was hungry, his hands were insistent, and his cock throbbed as if it would explode any second. When his lips finally parted from yours, he grunted softly to you, hands still working away.
“My pretty little wife. You gonna show me how much you want that car? Hmm?”
Narrowing your eyes at the sleazy man beneath you who was already unbuckling his belt, you shifted on his jean-cladded thighs. “You’re a real jackass, Sukuna.”
He chuckled at this, sliding his trousers down just enough for his cock to spring up, angry and red. You gave it a quick glance, soon distracted by both of Sukuna’s hands delving between your thighs. Before you could question him, his fingertips prodded at your clothed core, drawing a gasp from you.
Then, your dirtbag darling husband unceremoniously ripped a gaping hole in your leggings.
While one part of you marvelled at the effortless strength, the part of you that just bought these damn leggings swatted at your husband – even as his fingers brushed deliciously against your panties.
“Sukuna! Those were new!”
“I’ll buy you twenty new ones, just shut up n’ take it.” He was audacious, and while it made you scoff, you couldn’t help but smile fondly at him, even as his thick fingertips pushed your panties to the side and rubbed at your entrance. His digits circled like vultures closing in on their prey, spreading your arousal across your pussy, before finally digging inside. He bullied two into your cunt with no mercy, stretching you out and delighting in your whine.
“Fuck, you’re soaked.”
Sukuna wasn’t one to pull punches, and soon enough he was fucking his fingers deep into you, blunt nails grazing that spongy spot that had you gasping and gripping his shoulders. Your lips were parted, his name melting on your tongue like butter as he kept pressing and pressing. He was so insistent, eager to scissor you open and prep you for his cock.
Looking between you, you marvelled at the precum pearling at his tip, dribbling down his shaft. One prominent vein bulged out, throbbing as he became more and more focused on your squelching cunt. Lost in thought, you arched your back until your body grazed his abandoned cock, earning a hiss from Sukuna.
“Gonna stretch you real good woman, yeah? Always clenching on me, whining it’s too much.”
Scoffing to himself, the hand that steadied your hip quickly yanked at the hem of your top, tugging it just high enough for your tits to bounce free. You struggled to keep yourself upright, hands slipping from his shoulders, body shaking from exertion. It took everything for you to not collapse on top of him, to not succumb and slump like a ragdoll as he pulled orgasm after orgasm out of you.
But then his hand met your lower back, forcing you into an arch as his lips met your nipples.
“K-Kuna-!”
His teeth grazed the delicate skin as he sucked ruthlessly, face buried into your chest. You whimpered and whined, one hand leaving his shoulders to press his head deeper.
“You smell so good, babe.” He murmured into your skin, sniffing unashamedly, still suckling hard on your pebbled nipples. “Like coconut and sex.”
Arm wrapped around his head, you gritted your teeth, still pulling him closer. “Sh-Shut up, Sukuna.”
Pleased by the desperation in your voice, Sukuna smirked against your skin, still roughly finger-fucking into you. “Awh, c’mon woman. Don’t be shy. Can’t I compliment my wife?”
His touch became more forceful, more demanding as you clenched around his fingers, eager to bring you to the edge. Breath hot against your skin, Sukuna plunged deeper before abruptly tugging them out, delighting in the frustrated cry that left your lips. He soon quelled your cries with his cock however, grabbing it by the hilt and nudging his tip against your clit.
Teasing wasn’t a strong enough word - Sukuna was torturing you right now, pushing you into humiliating desperation.
“You want this dick bad, don’t you? Want me to fuck you full?” His mouth unlatched from your nipple, kissing up your chest until they reattached to the skin of your throat, suckling a harsh hickey into it. He noticed the way you gulped softly, the way your body shivered in his grasp - so sensitive, so perfect.
The little ‘mhm’ you managed to stutter out wasn’t enough for Sukuna, the hand that wasn’t slowly pumping his cock now gently cupping the back of your neck. Pulling you closer, he trailed up to your jawline, nibbling gently on it.
“Need your words, woman. Tell me just how much you need it. Beg for this dick.”
Shaking your head, your breath hitched as he pressed insistently against your tight ring of muscle. Sukuna’s expression was conflicted, as if he was stuck between leaving you high and dry or ravaging you. His grip on the back of your neck tightened, fingers pressing in and cutting off some of your oxygen.
“No? You don’t want this?” He chuckled, kissing your forehead almost tenderly before continuing, “Don’t lie. You know you want it.”
Squirming softly, you tried to push down onto his cock, to no avail. Sukuna’s grip on you was ironclad, and you took shallow breaths as he rolled his eyes playfully.
“You’re so stubborn. Just say you want it, you brat. I’m not getting you the car unless you speak up.”
Whining, tears pricked your eyes as he continued to press his tip insistently, yet not bothering to push in. It was agonising, and the control he had over your body made your head spin.
“You’re so mean, Sukuna! You know I don’t like talking like that!”
Raising an eyebrow, he scoffed, leaning forward and nipping your lip.“Well you better start warming up to the idea, Y/N. I mean it, no car.”
Glaring at him, you gritted your jaw in irritation before sighing, expression softening with desire.
“Please, Kuna. Please fuck me full. Please, give me your dic-!”
The words had barely fallen from your lips when you were silenced by your husband’s cock stretching you open, mouth parted in a silent cry as he bullied himself into your cunt. Inch by agonising inch, he pressed deeper until you were firmly planted on his lap, practically split apart on him.
Despite time after time of sex with your husband, there was always a stretch, always a difficulty. Most times began in a similar fashion - you trembling and trying to relax as he impatiently stared down at you. Yet, as impatient as he looked, Sukuna never moved until you were ready, until you gave him the go ahead.
“Woman, you’re squeezing me. Relax, before I lose all control.”
Whimpering, you let yourself flatten against his chest, breathing softly into his nape. You felt him bristle slightly before a tentative arm wrapped around you, holding you close.
“Kuna, you’re too big. It’s not my f-fault.”
You could feel the smug grin even before his hand trailed down your back, caressing your ass cheek and giving it yet another squeeze.
“Not my fault you haven’t moulded to your husband’s cock yet.”
If you had not been struggling right now, you would certainly be giving him a serious screw face. The audacity of that man was astounding. Luckily for him, you were too fucked out to care. He adjusted his hips, tip kissing places it should not, and the moan it tore from you sounded almost pained. Sukuna pulled back slightly, a glimmer of concern in his gaze.
“You okay?” He murmured, forehead pressing against your temple.
“M’fine, Sukuna. You can m-move. Please, move.”
Sukuna gave a gruff grunt before twisting you in his arms, carefully laying you down on the sofa without pulling out. You were grateful for something fairly-solid supporting your back, and gazed up at Sukuna, all starry-eyed. And Ryōmen Sukuna, self-proclaimed evil incarnate, felt his heart melt in his chest.
You were the only thing that truly mattered to him, his annoying wife, his woman. He would never tell you that, but you knew it from his gaze, from the way those carmine irises almost disappeared as his pupils blew wide.
You were his drug, and he was blissfully addicted.
“Relax, woman.” He reminded you, hand now trailing over your exposed stomach, thumb deceptively gentle as it absentmindedly stroked your skin. You could feel him, feel him deep, and the way he pressed down made the pleasure dizzying. Mind consumed wholly by Sukuna, you bit your lip, rolling your hips expertly.
“Kuna, m’gonna go crazy if you don’t move.”
His lips curved into a sharp grin, canines glistening as he looked down at you, before nodding sharply. Sukuna’s cock slowly dragged back, every ridge brushing your walls until only the tip remained. And then? Then he sunk into you so deeply, so intimately, that your back arched into a perfect curve, and a sinful moan fell from your lips.
It was everything, he was everything, he was everywhere, you couldn’t think, he was consuming you. Wholly. As he rocked his hips deeper, faster, you practically lost all sense of self. Everything else melted into nothingness, overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure overloading your brain.
Sukuna was ruthless, pistoning into you with fervour, head bowing to rest in the crook of your neck. Indulgent, he sucked and bit at your already-marked skin, moaning softly into the hickeys and bite marks already blossoming.
“Holy shit, woman. You’re gripping me like a fuckin’ vice.”
An obscene squelch filled the room, your slick and his precum creating a mesmerising cacophony that had the both of you reeling. The heady scent of sex, sweat, and desire was potent; so much so that it would linger till morning. Creaks and groans sounded underneath your writhing bodies, the beat-up sofa already on its last legs, and yet inevitably ignored.
“M’gonna fuck you so good… fuck you full, get you pregnant.”
You mewled wantonly, wrapping your legs around his waist as Sukuna continued to press deeper inside, tip mercilessly prodding at your sweet spot. He was panting and groaning on top, the grooves of his fingertips boring into the supple flesh of your hips, grip tight enough to leave vivid evidence come morning. Beads of sweat trickled down his brow, rolling down his temple and chasing the curve of his jawline before dripping onto your awaiting chest.
“Kuna… s’too much,” your voice was a weak whimper, almost pained from the pleasure, hands trailing up his arms only to dig into the meat of his biceps.
“Don’t care. Take it, wife. You’re mine.” He hissed softly at the bite of your nails, his own grip on your waist tightening, eyes hazy with desire. “Don’t need a fucking car, should just stay in bed all day, ready for me. My woman, my wife.”
His words were almost a desperate growl, the sheer intensity making you clench around his throbbing cock. Sukuna was becoming more irate by the second, especially as your cunt gripped him so deliciously. Head bowed, his forehead met yours as his pace faltered, a sound almost akin to a whine drawing from deep in his throat.
“Gonna breed you, get you pregnant. Fuck, you’re gonna look so pretty with my child. All round and glowing.”
You were spinning, completely consumed by your husband’s desire. With every pitiful clench of your cunt, you came closer and closer to the edge, helplessly pliant as he plowed you till kingdom come. It was raw, it was desperate, it was dirty — and you both succumbed to its intensity.
As the knot in your stomach wound tight, you arched until the peaks of your breasts grazed his chest, nails raking down his back until fiery trails decorated his damp skin.
“Kuna, so close! M’gonna cum! Please!”
Sukuna’s pace faltered before picking up to an almost inhumane speed, catching your lips in a messy kiss. You moaned lewdly as he grunted and groaned into your mouth, eyes screwed tightly shut as you both came close to your highs.
His hand cupped your cheek, fingertips entangled in your hair as he came with a hard tug, head thrown back in pleasure. The pleasure soon consumed you as well, the warmth of his cum triggering your own orgasm. Crying out, you shook underneath your husband, nails almost drawing blood with how deeply you were gripping them.
“Sukuna! Fuck, baby! K-Kuna!”
As the high began to wash over you both, cooling the fire that had been burning between you, Sukuna collapsed on top of you, head buried in your nape. You let your arms wrap around him in response, drawing him that impossible inch closer.
The two of you simply laid there for a while, catching your breaths, feeling the beat of each other’s hearts. Then, Sukuna raised up, giving your cheek a chaste kiss before sitting on his haunches.
“You… you’re so…” The words caught in his throat, the man stuck between his pride and his devotion to you. Luckily for him, you knew him like the back of your palm, squeezing him softly. “I love you too, Sukuna.”
He hummed in response, a twitch of a smile on his lips, before his gaze turned to the mess between your legs. Sukuna’s eyes zeroed in on the cum dripping out despite his cock still inside. A tentative thumb spread you further, eyes darting to you for a second when you hissed, before slowly pulling his cock out. And then, as you lay there shaking still, your husband watched, enamoured, as his cum oozed out of your twitching pussy onto the couch cushions below.
“You should be keeping it in, woman. Wasting my precious seed.”
When his eyes darted up to you again, he was slightly taken aback by the smirk on your face. Sitting up slowly, you closed your thighs, ignoring all the stickiness now spreading over your skin.
“Well, guess I’ll need some more then.”
Shakily standing, you stood before Sukuna, shirt falling back into place as you smiled down at him, sickeningly sweet. Sukuna simply stared up at you, the both of you well aware that you had him wrapped around your finger.
His eyes trailed downwards, breath hitching at the cum staining your thighs, still only partially exposed as your leggings hung in tatters on your waist, before flicking back up to you. “Yeah? You want more?”
Biting your lip, you simply smiled wider before turning to the bedroom, taking off your t-shirt as you walked. When you reached the doorway, you leaned on it as you tugged off your ruined leggings, wiggling your ass a little before looking back at your husband.
Unsurprisingly, Sukuna had tossed all of his clothes onto the sofa and was already approaching you, cock painfully hard as he ran a hand through his strands. As soon as he reached you, he swept you off your feet before unceremoniously dumping you on the bed.
“We ain’t leaving this room until I’m sure you’re knocked up, woman.”
You looked up in surprise as he leant over you, flipping you like you weighed nothing, before dragging you by your ankle closer. The smirk in Sukuna’s voice was audible as you scrambled to cling to the sheets, all to no avail. His breath warmed your neck as he leant in, murmuring onto your skin.
“Don’t run now, Y/N. Ain’t this what you wanted? More?”
Lord, the fucking car was the least of your worries now.
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STEELO | 七海.建人. Nanami Kento
SYNOPSIS: kento’s been a better husband, but is still too busy for his own good. after a cup of tea and an honest conversation with him, things get steamy.
PAIRING: fem!reader x husband!nanami
WC: 5.4k words
CW:: angst to smut, nipple play, oral (f), panty kink (?), light manhandling, dirty talk, pussy slapping (once), unprotected piv, begging, premature ejaculation, light overstim, brief humping, creampie x2, big dick!nanami, hair pulling | PART I
❀ DEE SAYS: monster + ovulation is a deadly combo…
♫ — STEELO BY 702
In the early hours of the morning, you found yourself haunting the kitchen, your mind too wired for your body to relax. Things had been better with Kento - he was more attentive, more romantic, more satisfied. Rather than perfunctory affection, every action had intent behind it. Even in his speech, Kento was almost hellbent on ensuring you felt loved and cared for. But there was one core, crucial element he was missing - he was still working himself to the bone.
While before he had offset the workload by taking less interest in you, now he simply took on the extra weight, seemingly in his stride. His affection was often limited by time constraints, and it wasn’t rare for you to go to sleep and wake up without being in his embrace. He didn’t sleep in his office like he used to, but his work kept him either too busy or too tired for anything more. It was irritating you, but you made no comment - he was trying, after all.
Hence why on a particularly bad night, one filled with tosses and turns, you gave up on trying to sleep and instead went to go make some tea. Herbal and decaffeinated, something to take the edge off and hopefully even lull you into sleep. Creeping quietly into the kitchen and flipping on the lamp, so as not to disturb Nanami in his office, you brewed the kettle and prepared your tea bag, honey, and mug. You then hoisted yourself onto the kitchen island, waiting patiently for the kettle to boil.
“What are you doing out here?”
Turning in surprise, your eyes soon landed on the shadowy figure of your husband, emerging from behind the bright light of his computer. As he made his way to you, you took in the dark circles under his eyes, the droopiness of his eyelids, the gruffness of his voice. His eyes trailed over your body - covered by an oversized t-shirt and a pair of his joggers - but he didn’t comment, despite the glint of desire in his eyes.
“I couldn’t sleep, so I was making some chamomile tea,” you said as he approached the island, leaning on it a step away from where you sat. “Would you like some?”
Nanami was visibly hesitant, his mind grappling between the work waiting for him and the part of him yearning for connection with his wife. While the rational part of his brain urged him to send you to bed alone, to retreat into his office and work through the night, exhaustion chipped away at his resolve.
“Yes, actually,” he said, tiredly sitting down on one of the stools, “that would be lovely.”
Nodding, you slid off the island and took another mug from the cabinet, procuring another tea bag for your husband. You could almost feel his gaze on you, trailing over the outline of your body as he observed you preparing his drink. The tension was thick, and you tried to lighten it, turning to look at him with a smile.
“I’ll make sure to put extra honey in, I know you like yours super sweet.”
As you pour the kettle over the teabags, Nanami nodded, internally pleased by the small gesture. It still fascinated him after all these years that you remembered little things about him, insignificant things that most didn’t take notice of. The mundane attention to detail left a warmth in his chest, one that had nothing to do with the glass of whiskey he’d been nursing earlier that night.
“You know me so well,” he muses, tone soft in the early hours of the morning, “you take care of me well too.”
Chuckling, you shook your head at his remark, squeezing honey into the tea after leaving it to steep for a while. As promised, you gave Nanami an extra dose, stirring it gently before bringing both to the island. His fingers brushed yours as he accepted the steaming mug, the brief contact reminding him of the simmering physical affection waiting to overflow between you.
“Thank you Y/N, it smells incredible.”
Nodding, you blew softly on your own mug before bringing it to your lips, sipping slowly. “Should I get you a saucer so you can continue your work?”
Though you offered, the bitter gaze you gave to the ajar office door was enough to inform Nanami of his response.
“It’s okay, I think I’ll take a break and enjoy my tea without distractions.”
He took a sip of the tea, savouring the sweetness as its relaxing warmth spread through him. “What’s keeping you up tonight? Just couldn’t sleep?”
You sighed, taking another sip of tea before answering. “My insomnia’s been acting up lately, but I think it’s something else. I just feel more… more unsettled than usual,” turning to him, you gave him a tired smile, “it’s stupid, I don’t know why I feel like this.”
Nanami’s brows furrowed at your words, setting his mug down with concern etched into his expression. He took your free hand in his, thumb rubbing softly over your knuckles.
“Unsettled?” He repeated softly, “you used to sleep so peacefully next to me.”
The implication of his words didn’t escape Nanami, and the air thickened with unspoken tension. Catching himself, Nanami cleared his throat almost awkwardly, “Would you like to talk about it? Maybe expressing yourself would help relieve feelings of… unsettlement.”
Chuckling, you brought his hand to your lips and kissed it softly, the other then bringing the mug to your lips once again. “It’s nothing special. I’ve never slept well, especially around or with people.” Giving him an awkward smile, you continued, “I don’t know why I only sleep well with you. I guess… because you made me feel safe?”
A rare softness creeps across his features at this, his free hand cupping your cheek as the other squeezes your hand gently.
“Because I made you feel safe,” he murmurs, his voice low and intimate. “And yet, I seem to have failed you in that regard lately, haven't I?”
He leans in closer, his forehead nearly touching yours. The scent of whiskey and expensive cologne envelops you, achingly familiar. Whispers of chamomile and honey on his breath are the only smells disrupting the usual olfactory harmony.
“I'm sorry, Y/N. For making you feel unsafe, uncertain. That was never my intention.”
Giving him an encouraging smile, you softly pecked his lips, voice gentle. “Kento, you’re trying. That’s all that matters to me - at the very least, you’re trying.” Pulling back a little, you turned to take in another sip of tea, “I understand how busy you are now.”
He inhaled sharply at your affection, eyes briefly fluttering closed. When his eyes opened again, there was a new intensity burning in his eyes.
“Y/N, I’m never too busy to ensure your comfort, your happiness. Your safety.” His fingers traced down your cheek to your nape, playing with the baby hairs fondly.
Pulling you closer, your breath mingled in the scant space between you, faces inches apart. “Let me show you,” he whispers, his lips nearly brushing against yours with each word, “just how much you mean to me.”
As much as you wanted him to lean in, to give in to the desire festering inside, you yourself were uncertain. “Ken, you don’t have to prove yourself to me. It’s been a while since we-”
Caving, Nanami silenced you with a kiss, lips moving with a desperate urgency that belied his usual cool demeanour. He poured months of longing and regret into the embrace, his hand entangling in your hair. When he finally pulled away, both of you were breathing heavily, chests heaving. Nanami’s eyes superficially seemed dark with desire, but there was a vulnerability there too, a raw honesty that he rarely allowed himself to show.
“I know it's been a while,” he says hoarsely, his forehead pressed against yours, “and I know I haven't been the husband you deserve. But I'm here now, Y/N. I'm choosing you, choosing us.”
A sudden wave of doubt washed over you, your own expression vulnerable as you stared into Kento’s eyes. “There was never… anyone else? All this time?”
His eyes widened at your question, a flicker of shock and guilt crossing his features. Nanami sat back, running a hand through his disheveled hair as he struggled to find the right words.
“No, Y/N. There's never been anyone else,” he said firmly, holding your gaze with an intensity that bordered on desperation. “Yes, I've been distant, focused on work, but my heart, my loyalty...they've always belonged solely to you.”
He took a shuddering breath, his shoulders slumping slightly under the weight of his confession. Sighing, you stood up and took the cups to the sink as he continued, unable to face him.
“I know I haven't shown it well, but you're the only one I want, the only one I've ever wanted. These past months, seeing you with others, even innocently...it drove me mad with jealousy, with the fear of losing you.”
Eyes watering, you couldn’t contain yourself any longer, crying out with a slam of your hands on the countertop. “But why, Kento?! Why not just talk, just tell me how you feel?!”
Head bowed, Kento’s handsome features were contorted with guilt. He let his face fall into his hands, unable to look you in the eye. Despite this, he felt your presence as you moved closer, now leaning on the kitchen island. “Cowardice, Y/N. Because expressing these feelings, being vulnerable...it goes against everything I've ever been taught, everything I've built my life upon. As a businessman, as a public figure, showing weakness is...unacceptable.”
He turned to face you, his hazel eyes glistening with unshed tears - it knocked all the fight out of you, seeing your usually controlled husband like this. “But more than that, I was afraid. Afraid of rejection, of failure, of shattering the perfect image we present to the world.”
Cupping his cheeks, you drew closer with a sorrowful look. “That fear is what threatens the image you want to project, Kento. The tension this past year was all avoidable if you just spoke to me.”
Pressing a kiss to his forehead, you let your own tears fall. “You’re my husband, Ken, and I’m your wife. You should be able to express yourself to me, if not anyone else.”
He leaned into your touch, his eyes fluttering closed as your lips pressed against his forehead. A single tear escaped, trailing down his cheek, but for once, he doesn't try to hide it. Instead, Kento turned his head to nuzzle into your palm, seeking comfort in your gentle touch.
“But it’s okay to be afraid, as long as you tell me. If you don’t tell me, I can’t help you.”
“You're right,” he whispered, his voice raw with emotion, “I should have told you. Should have trusted in the strength of what we have.”
Nanami's arms wrapped around you, pulling you flush against his chest. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply, as if trying to memorize your scent, your warmth. “I'm sorry, Y/N. For everything. Please...please forgive me.”
Hugging Nanami, your hands softly rubbed his back, soothing him. This outburst of emotion was unusual for your husband, and the need to console felt overpowering. “Oh Ken, it’s okay. Everything’s okay now.”
He clung to you like a drowning man grasping at a lifeline, his strong body trembling slightly in your embrace. His hands roamed your back, mapping the contours of your muscles, reacquainting himself with the feel of you after so many months apart.
“Everything's okay now,” he agrees, his voice muffled against your skin, “because I have you. Because you're willing to give me another chance, despite my mistakes.”
Slowly, almost reluctantly, he pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes searching your face with an intensity that steals your breath. “I love you, Y/N. More than anything in this world. And I swear, I will spend every day proving that to you, if you'll let me.”
Smiling brightly at him, you pecked him on his temple, something you used to do when he complained of migraines. It felt as if the fog over Nanami’s mind had been lifted, and he gratefully accepted the affection.
“You’ve got nothing to prove, idiot. I love you too, and I’ll never stop loving you.”
A genuine smile breaks across his face at your words, transforming his usually stern features into something warm and approachable. He laughed softly, the sound rich and melodious, filled with relief and joy.
“An idiot in love,” he corrected playfully, “but an idiot who knows what he wants. And what he wants...is you.”
Nanami leant in, capturing your lips in a slow, sensual kiss. It's different from previous affections - deeper, more meaningful. There was a slowness to it that was nothing like your prior hasty embrace. His hands framed your face tenderly as he poured all of his love, his devotion, his promises into the kiss. You were receptive and kissed back eagerly, mirroring his emotion.
The kiss deepened, growing more heated as months of tension melted away. Nanami straightened up and walked you backwards until your back hit the wall, never breaking the kiss. His hands slid down to your waist, pulling you flush against him as he pressed his body to yours, letting you feel the evidence of his arousal.
Breaking the kiss, he trailed his lips along your jaw, down the column of your throat. He nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin, determined to leave his mark, to stake his claim.
“Tell me what you need, Y/N,” he rasped against your pulse point, “tell me how to please you, how to make this right. I want to worship every inch of you, to remind you of the pleasure only I can give you.”
Biting your lip, you tried to stifle the moans caught in the back of your throat, voice wavering as you replied, “I just want you, Ken. Need you.”
A low groan rumbled in his chest at your needy plea, his eyes darkening with lust and adoration. In one swift motion, he scooped you up into his arms, carrying you bridal-style towards the bedroom.
“Then let me show you just how much I need you too,” he murmured, kicking the door shut behind him. Nanami laid you down on the plush comforter, hovering over you with an almost predatory gleam in his eye. He took a moment to simply drink in the sight of you, spread out beneath him like an offering.
“You're so beautiful, Y/N,” he breathed, his hands skimming reverently over your body, “I've missed touching you like this, missed feeling your skin against mine.”
Smiling up at him, Nanami was delighted to see a similar level of lust in your expression, one of your hands taking his and moving it higher up your torso. “I don’t know why you ever stopped.”
He chuckles darkly, shaking his head. “Neither do I, my love. It was the biggest mistake of my life.”
Nanami captured your lips in another searing kiss as his hands started to wander, slipping under your shirt to caress the smooth skin of your stomach and chest. He broke the kiss to trail his mouth down your neck, sucking hard on your pulse point, intent on leaving a vivid mark for all to see - a visible sign of his possession, his love.
His nimble fingers made quick work of your shirt, yanking off the fabric to expose more of your skin to his hungry gaze and impatient hands. “I'm going to take my time with you, Y/N,” he promises huskily, his hot breath ghosting over your collarbone.
Leaning into his ear, you softly pecked the shell before whispering to him. “Please, Ken. Just do something, anything. I-” your voice hitched as his fingertips grazed over your nipples. “I need you, please.”
Nanami was weak to your faint pleas, thumbs rubbing circles into the curves of your breasts before finally finding purchase on your nipples. He watched in awe as your back arched into his touch, muffling a whimper when he rolled them. An eager hand snaked into his hair, guiding him closer to your chest. Obliging, Nanami took your hardened nipple between his lips, suckling while continuing to roll and pinch the other.
“K-Ken!” You cried, grip tightening on his hair until your nails scratched, spreading a dull pain through his scalp. Nanami groaned, pinching your nipple in response. He spoke softly to you, muffled against your skin.
“So responsive. I didn’t know you needed me this bad.” He chuckled, releasing your nipple and grunting when you tried to push him back, whining impatiently. Tutting, he easily pushed himself up against your hands, moving upwards to press a bruising kiss against your lips.
Nanami hungrily swallowed your whines, greedily forcing his tongue inside your mouth, exploring every inch as if it was your first time together. After so long, in a way it was. Kento was relearning your body, aided by muscle memory and your eager reactions.
He smiled softly into the kiss when your free arm wrapped around his shoulders, fisting his shirt and hair as you pulled him that impossible inch closer. You didn’t care if you couldn’t breathe, if you were crushed under his weight - if that was your fate, you willingly welcomed it. The only thought that came to mind right now was how much you needed him, how much you missed him, how much you wanted him.
Close wasn’t close enough - you needed him inside you.
“I’m so wet, Ken,” you gasped against his lips, delighting in the way he groaned and chased your mouth, eager to keep devouring you. But you needed more, more than his greedy kisses. Grasping the hand that was groping your boob, thumb flicking over the nipple, you guided it down your torso, fingertips dipping beneath the waistband of his joggers.
Pulling fully away from his lips, you tried to keep a steady voice as Kento diverted his attention to your neck, kissing and sucking harsh marks into your nape. You could feel the way he inhaled your warm scent, nose pressed unnecessarily close as he continued to groan and suck hungrily.
“Can you feel it, Ken? How much I need you?”
The words had barely left your mouth when Kento’s hands slipped into your underwear, fingertips instantly finding your clit. He paused his sucking to moan into your neck - was it a whine? It was different than usual - rubbing you slowly to collect your juices.
“You’re fucking soaked, baby,” he breathed out, soothing the marks stinging your neck with soft laps of his tongue. “My poor wife, I left you like this? I should’ve taken better care of you.”
Pulling away from your neck, Kento withdrew his hand for a taste of you, tongue lewdly licking before he sucked softly on his digits. He closed his eyes, expression akin to bliss, before pressing his lips to yours again. “You’re so sweet, my love.”
Before you could even think to complain, Kento’s mouth slowly travelled down your body, licking and sucking obscenely at your skin. When he finally met the waistband of his your pants, he looked up at you through honeyed eyelashes before tugging them down swiftly. You gasped as cold air hit your soaked underwear, left to the elements for mere seconds before Kento’s mouth was on you.
“Ken, what-” your hands pushed at his head, face flushed and embarrassed as he licked you eagerly through your underwear. He lifted up to give you an unamused glare before pushing himself flush again, sucking voraciously at the seat of your panties.
It was dirty, he was dirty, and it was making your mind hazy with desire. Kento had never been like this before, usually sticking to missionary. I mean, it was never bad sex, but it was… typical, routine even. But this? This was just short of perverse. Filthy.
You were fucking loving every second of it.
You fidgeted and cried out as the seat of your panties darkened with a mixture of spit and arousal. Kento kept his gaze on you, the tip of his tongue now prodding your clit as his nails dug into the plush flesh of your thighs.
When your hips bucked, he took the opportunity to tighten his grasp, manoeuvring your legs over his shoulders and pinning you in place. He sniffed you in between ministrations, eyes lidded and drunken.
“You smell so fucking good.”
Trapped by his crushing grip, you couldn’t do anything but buck and grip the sheets, pussy rubbing desperately against his face. A whine left your lips when your clit nudged his nose, the friction of the material separating you sending delicious sparks of pleasure up your spine. You were close, so fucking close, and Nanami could tell.
Your thighs gripped his head as if you were trying to pop it right open, and his ears rang as he continued eagerly. Your moans had reached pornographic levels, and your back was in such a sharp arch that it clicked as all your muscles coiled, tense and stinging.
Slipping your panties to the side, Nanami buried his face further into you and murmured softly, “Just like that, baby. Give it to me.”
The vibrations of his voice stoked the fire pooling in your stomach, and within seconds your eyes were rolling back, thighs shaking around his head as you screamed his name. Kento took it all with delight, still sucking and lapping at your pussy through your orgasm.
He was so greedy, savouring every droplet your weeping pussy gave him. He kept going, never stopping, until you were shaking with overstimulation and pushing at his forehead, eventually detaching himself - and having the nerve to frown at you as if you’d deprived him of something.
Falling flat on your back, you chest heaved and your skin glistened with sweat, eyes barely open as you tried to process the pleasure wracking your body. Your nerve endings were on fire, and you pussy twitched softly while you panted desperately. And your husband? Your husband simply stared down at you, jaw clenched tight as if he was a predator simply waiting to pounce on you. When you had composed yourself, just a little, your eyes finally opened, only to find him hypnotised by your pussy, watching it twitch with sensitivity.
“K-Ken?”
His eyes flicked to meet yours, licking his lips softly before responding, voice gruff.
“Yeah?”
“That… that was…” The words escaped you - how could you even describe the way he just made you felt. Sensational? No, you weren’t gonna tell your husband his oral was sensational. You’d look like a fool.
Luckily, Nanami wasn’t really following what you were saying. Even as he sat back on his haunches, his thumbs rubbed slow circles into your quivering thighs. His gaze was dark, brooding, similar to when he’d mull over his work.
“Let me fuck you.”
Your brows furrowed in surprise, soon shifting when his thumb trailed upwards, ghosting over your bikini line before meeting with your pussy again. He pressed tenderly into the bundle of nerves, conscious of your sensitivity as he drew languid circles into it. Breath hitching, your thighs tensed and shook once again, struggling to keep your gaze on him.
“Wh-what? Ken, s’too much-”
His palm came down on your cunt before you could finish your protest, and you yelped. It was a sharp hit, and spread an addictive pleasure-pain mix through your entire body.
“I need to fuck you. Raw.” His thumb continued its ministrations, soothing the burn of his slap. “Deep.” He spat, wetting your already dripping cunt. “Hard.”
His free hand dug into your skin yet again, and you grasped at his wrist as if it was a life saver, like it was the only thing keeping you from being swept away under a wave of pleasure. His eyes finally flicked to you, gaze softening when he saw the tears pricking your eyes.
“Please?”
You couldn’t bring yourself to say no, not with the way he looked at you almost pitifully. His grip on you softened as well, rubbing symmetrical circles into your hip as the other thumb did to your pussy. Taking your hand in his, he interlocked your fingers before bringing it to his lips, peppering kisses across your knuckles.
“Please, baby?”
Before you could think any wiser, you nodded, gazing up at him with such adoration in your eyes that he could physically feel his heart swell. His hands were quick to leave you, hastily grappling with his dress shirt to unbutton it. He was surprisingly quick, and soon enough his clothes were rumpled in a pile with yours, only his boxers still clinging to his body.
The hardened tent in his pants made the fabric stretch, taut and wet as he unashamedly leaked. You gulped back at the visible print, not remembering him being that big. Uncertainty was visible in your expression - would it fit after all this time?
“I’ll make it fit.”
Oh god, you’d said it aloud. Embarrassed, you covered your face, cheeks heated like a sinner in church. Chuckling softly, Nanami gently prised them away, leaning in closer and grumbling softly to you.
“You know I’ll always take care of you, baby.” He pressed a gentle smooch to your temple, fingers catching in your hair as he gently stroked your face. “And anyways, I’ve got to show you just how sorry I am, don’t I?”
Nodding, you gave him a smile. “Yeah, I guess you do.”
He smiled back, that wry smile that was becoming increasingly more commonplace. That smile that you had missed so dearly. Nanami let his face rest in your neck once again, and peppered you with more butterfly kisses, resting on his elbow as his other hand rested on your hip. Like this, with him between your legs, you had no choice but to spread wider, much to his delight. Kento immediately took the opportunity to softly grind against you, groaning against your skin.
“So soft… can’t get enough of you.”
Stuttering out a moan, your arms fell down his back, nails searching for purchase on the wide expanse. He hissed as you etched red scratches into his skin, nipping softly at your neck in retaliation. He dipped his hand down, tugging his boxers down his thighs so his cock could spring free, tip nudging against your clit.
Looking downwards between you, you gasped when you saw his cock, painfully erect and angrily red, dribbling pearls of precum onto your cunt. He smirked, looking down at himself as his hand moved to the back of your thigh, softly pushing your leg until it was folded to your chest, angling you perfectly to slip in. You breath hitched, and he continued to lick and suck at your jawline, cock rubbing meaninglessly against you.
“You want it, baby? You gonna beg for it?”
Pursing your lips, your hips rotated in unison with him, desperate from more. Upon seeing he wasn’t giving you anything more without what he demanded from you, you whined prettily into his ear.
“Kento, please. Please fill me up. Need you to fuck me dumb, make me forget I was ever mad at you.”
He chuckled as he languidly mouthed at your throat, delighting in the way you swallowed nervously. His hand snaked between you two, giving your clit a soft squeeze before obliging, softly grabbing his cock.
He hissed into your skin, fisting it and pumping a few times, spreading his precum down his shaft. Then, you felt his bulbous tip nudging your fluttering hole, and his warm breath on your ear, nibbling at the shell as he muttered, “Of course, baby. Since you asked so nicely.”
Then, he was breaching you. Slowly, torturously, stretching you beyond comprehension. Months of tension, of neglect, of despair melted away as he forced inch after inch into your warm walls, both of you crying out at the sensation. He pressed in, continued despite your whines of pain, until he bottomed out, grip tightening on your hair.
You were so warm, so wet, so inviting - he was so hard, so wide, so long. Both were too much for either of you to bear, not after such a long dry spell.
As if on cue, you both orgasmed, your walls clenching around his cock and milking him dry. It was obscene, the two of you panting and moaning as you came from him simply sheathing himself into you. Quivering in his grasp, your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him flush against you as rope after rope spilled inside you.
And yet, as soon as it was over, Kento’s hips were moving.
You buried your face in his neck, whining and mewling as he pistoned in, setting an unforgiving pace. He was shaking, still sensitive, the pleasure too raw. And, my god, he was whimpering. Your blunt, impassive, poker-faced husband was whimpering as he dragged in and out, pressing that impossible inch closer to you.
He was everywhere, completely covering you, his body engulfing you under its muscled planes. It was as if every corner, every crevice was insistent on devouring you, on sucking you dry. You couldn’t even bring yourself to moan his name, simply blabbering nonsensically, tears streaking down your cheeks. It was too much, he was too much, and it felt fucking amazing.
Kento was splitting you open as if it was his only responsibility, as if his sole purpose on this earth was to ruin his little wife. And in a way, he would agree. He would wholeheartedly agree, in fact.
“Baby, I love you so much. Ngh-! Missed you so much. N-Need you so much!”
If you didn’t know any better, you would think he was crying. With the way he was whimpering into your ear, with the way he was shaking in your arms, with the way his hips desperately knocked against yours. He was throbbing, heavy inside you as he pressed deeper, almost as if he was trying to breach your cervix. Nanami was bulging against your stomach, fit to burst once again. As expected, so were you.
His lips met yours again, muffling both your desperate moans as he sloppily devoured you, salt mixing into the kiss. His sweat, your tears, his tears, the faint taste of you on his tongue - it wasn’t certain just what was making the embrace salty. But neither of you paid much mind, not when your walls fluttered around him, and Kento began to thrust shallowly.
“Y/N- mmmfuck, Y/N! Baby, y’gonna cum? Hmm? Hngh-! You close, baby?”
Nodding eagerly, you felt as if your nails would draw blood if you gripped him tighter, the lewd squelch where your bodies connected filling the room. The scent and heat of sex clung to the both of you like a blanket, covering you and suffocating you within the act. He was so warm, so heavy, so- everywhere.
“Y/N! Please, I can’t hold it!”
Your hand darted between the two of you, and with a few hasty rubs, you were creaming on his cock. He moaned out loud as you clamped down on him, grip like a vice as he stilled and emptied himself inside you. He filled you with even more cum than the first time, to the point it began to streak down you despite him still being buried deep.
Sighing out in relief, Nanami collapsed on top of you, head nestled in your neck as he caught his breath. Your husband was shivering slightly from the sheer severity of his orgasm, crushing you like a weighed blanket. You welcomed the feeling eagerly, holding him close, close as if you were afraid to let go.
Chuckling, he pressed a kiss to your shoulder before gently untangling his hand from your hair, pushing up shakily to look down at you. You were utterly fucked out and he was in a similar fashion, his eyelids heavy with fatigue.
“I love you so much,” he nuzzled your cheek, pressing a kiss to it before lifting up again. “My beautiful wife.”
You held his gaze for a second with a loving smile before grabbing him by the ear, pulling it hard. Nanami’s brows furrowed in confusion as he winced, eyes now alert and staring into yours. While your smile never faltered, your eyes had a sharpness to them that quelled any protests.
“If you ever go cold on me like that again, I’ll set you on fire.”
“…Understood, darling.”
God, Nanami loved his wife.
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GET IT TOGETHER | 七海.建人. Nanami Kento
SYNOPSIS: after the honeymoon phase, Kento became distant - you’re wholeheartedly convinced he doesn’t love you anymore, and that it’s all your fault
PAIRING: fem!reader x husband!nanami
WC: 2.3k words
CW: alcohol use, hurt/comfort | PART II
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Nanami had been distant for a while - snappy, disinterested, working until the late hours of the night. Affection from him felt obligatory: a cold kiss on the cheek before leaving the house and after returning; vague compliments, mostly about your cooking, that never really reached his eyes; a slow deterioration of quality time until it became a wistful fantasy to have his attention for five minutes.
“I’m busy, Y/N. Leave me be.”
Most of your conversations were strictly functional - then again, Nanami had never been one for what he deemed ‘superficial niceties’ (known to others as polite conversation). Had it not been for the fact that he’s mostly holed up in his home office, you’d be inclined to suspect him of cheating.
In all honesty, you had began to blame yourself. If there was another woman, then at least you wouldn’t feel this crushing weight on your shoulders. It felt as if you weren’t enough, that Nanami was sick of you and it was all your fault. He was constantly tired, constantly on edge… constantly unhappy. You were a failure of a wife, playing along with this farce just to feel some form of normality. Just keep swimming, you told yourself. All marriages go through a rough patch, he’ll come round.
Today was one of the rare instances that Nanami had to leave for an in-person meeting at his company, the quarterly report neatly tucked under his arm to read over beforehand. You had made him breakfast, but he didn’t eat, preferring to sip black coffee from the pot. You had tried to adjust his tie for him, but he’d pushed your hand away, fixing it himself. And then, like clockwork, like it was a necessary yet unsatisfactory part of his routine, Nanami kissed your cheek. Cold, brief, and apathetic, accompanied by a murmured ‘see you tonight’.
It had been all too much when the door closed behind him - you grabbed a nearby wine bottle and retreated to the bedroom to cry.
You weren’t one to assume love was like the movies - love for you had never been like the romanticised, fantastical bullshit the media tries to shove down everyone’s throats.
In the beginning, yours and Kento’s love had been quiet, simple even, but boundless. He may have not been the most flamboyant in his gestures, or the most poetic with his words, but Kento ensured you knew just how much he adored you. Stolen kisses when you were busy doing something, a soft inhale of your hair as he cuddled you close, a squeeze of your hand as you navigated through a busy crowd.
Kento didn’t bring you anywhere anymore. God, you missed the man you married.
Retrospectively, wine on an empty stomach at 9am was not a good breakfast, but you couldn’t help it. Your mind swirled around and around in circles as you tried to soothe it with alcohol - a futile effort. The more you drank, the more memories flooded your conscious, reducing you to tears.
Rather than going to do the food shopping, or cooking dinner, or anything of value, you simply sat in bed, drunkenly sobbing. This was only worsened by the wedding album you managed to procure from somewhere, staining the pages as you flipped through, sniffling and hiccuping.
Eventually, after a wasted day of drinking and sobbing, followed by more sobbing and drinking, you had passed out in bed, hugging the wedding album to your chest. The alcohol had numbed your senses rather than the pain, so you were none the wiser when Nanami opened the door in the early evening.
The first thing Nanami noticed was the lack of warmth. The house was freezing cold, the kitchen still had the remnants of his abandoned breakfast, and you were nowhere to be seen. He quirked an eyebrow, confused by your absence - usually you’d welcome him home with a smile, the smell of something delicious wafting through the air as you helped him out of his blazer. That was what he was used to, that was the routine you two had fallen into. Then he would kiss your cheek, compliment you on the food, and sit down for dinner. But there was no dinner, no help - no you.
“Y/N?” Nanami called out, setting down his briefcase with a sigh, shrugging his blazer off and tossing it on the nearby chair. “Y/N, I’m home!”
When he was met by nothing but silence, concern began to gnaw at Nanami. Not even bothering to remove his shoes, he paced to the bedroom, throwing open the door. None of the lights were on but he could see your faint silhouette under the covers, and Nanami rolled his eyes. You must’ve napped and overslept, he thought to himself, slightly irritated that you hadn’t prepared something for him to eat. He paced to the bedside table and flicked on the lamp, voice low and neutral, yet still tainted with a twinge of annoyance.
“Y/N, come on now. Surely being a housewife isn’t that tiring-”
He trailed off when he turned to face you, annoyance melting away as the light revealed your state of ruin. Dried tear stains ran down your cheeks, hair in disarray and your nose visibly irritated. Drops of red on the sheet concerned him, only for his questions to be answered by the bottle of wine now visible on the other bedside table. But the knife through his chest? Seeing you, his darling wife, whimpering in her sleep while clutching their wedding album.
Shocked, Nanami softly sat on the edge of the mattress, taking in the view with both concern and surprise. Now that he was fully focusing on you, he saw the dark bags under your eyes, the fitful sleep you were in clearly not relaxing. A tentative hand stroked the globe of your cheek, the usually smooth texture interrupted with the roughness of the tear stains. Nanami cupped your cheek carefully, as if you were fragile porcelain that would break under any pressure. His thumb rubbed smooth circles into your skin, and his brows were furrowed in concern as he spoke again, voice thick with emotion.
“Oh baby, I shouldn’t have let you get like this.”
Leaning forward, Kento softly tilted your head up slightly, pressing a sweet kiss to your slightly-parted lips. The scent of wine on your breath was overwhelming, and the ripple of unease it caused in his stomach only worsened the guilt gnawing at him. He knew he had been a pretty shit husband as of late, becoming more and more engrossed in work as they continued to up his workload, but this? This was the clearest indicator of just how harsh he’d been on you, and that made him feel more sick than the strong smell of wine.
He had failed you.
As he stared at you, engrossed in the sudden changes he hadn’t seen slowly building for months, you shivered against his hand, snuggling into it. For a second, an emotion flashed across your face - relief perhaps? - before you groggily regained consciousness.
“K-Kento..?”
Your words were slurred, and your eyes unfocused, barely able to hold his gaze as Nanami withdrew his hand from you. His other hand took yours, holding it tight as you groaned, trying to sit up. Kento shook his head, softly pushing you back down.
“Hey, hey. It’s okay, lie down. I’m here, Y/N.”
Tears began to form in your eyes as Nanami began stroking your hair, finger twirling a strand of it, just as he used to do. The care in the action, the comfort, only worsened the pain festering inside you.
“Ken, I’m s-sorry… so fuckin’ sorry Ken..”
Brows furrowing further, Nanami scooped you into his embrace, tugging you closer when you clung to him and began sobbing.
“Sorry? Baby, what happened? You haven’t done anything wrong.” His palm flattened against your back, rubbing in circles as if soothing a child.
“You hate m-me! You fuckin’ hate me because… because I’m so fucking shit at being a wife! You- hic!- you don’t love me anymore!”
Nanami was rendered speechless by your outburst, looking at you with his jaw dropped. You still clung to him, fists crumpling the front of his dress shirt as you gasped for breath in between sobs. After his momentary short-circuit, his free hand cupped the back of your head, pulling you closer as his other hand still tried to calm you with its ministrations.
“Y/N, please don’t say that. There’s never a day where my love for you hasn’t been strong and steadfast. I don’t think I’m capable of hating you, my love.”
Tears welling in his own eyes, Nanami began rocking you back and forth softly, murmuring sweet nothings to you in a desperate attempt to calm you. As your sobs slowly began to subside into sniffles, Nanami tenderly tilted your head to face him, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.
“I’m the shit husband, Y/N. I’m the one who made my wife believe I hated her even for a second.”
He sighed to himself when your eyes were still unfocused, silent tears still trailing down your cheeks.
“Okay, I’m gonna get you some food. I bet you didn’t even eat today.”
Nodding sluggishly, you attempted to sit up and was yet again denied, this time with Nanami holding you close. He then set you back down into the cushions, adjusting them for you, before standing.
“I think it’s better if you stay here and I make you something.”
As Nanami turned to leave, your hand quickly jutted out, holding his wrist tight. He turned to you, surprised by the strength of your grip as your eyes pleaded with him.
“Stay, please.”
Chuckling, Nanami took your hand in his and kissed your knuckles, biting his lip after they brushed against your wedding band.
“I’ll be back soon, I promise. You need some food in you asap, and I didn’t have time for lunch today.”
With a drunken pout, you nodded and let your hand drop from his, cuddling the wedding album once again. Nanami hid his smile, leaving the door ajar so he could listen out for you.
While not exactly a Michelin star chef, Nanami was a decent cook, and had whipped up a small bowl of soup for himself and some buttered toast for you in record timing. He brought it back to the room, pausing in the doorway as he watched you flick through the wedding album, eyes finally dry and looking fairly more sober.
“I’ve got some toast for you. If you’re feeling up for it, there’s still soup on the stove.”
You nodded, closing the album and gently placing it on the side before gratefully accepting the plate of toast. Nanami settled down into the nearby armchair, taking in grateful mouthfuls of soup. The silence was calm, even with the slight undercurrent of tension, only interrupted by the crunch of toast and the clink of spoon on bowl.
When everything was cleared, Nanami changed out of his rumpled clothes, slid into bed next to you, turned off the lamp, and wrapped an arm around your shoulders. You allowed yourself to relax into the embrace, brain still a little fuzzy from the alcohol. The silence stretched on, both of you wide awake but reluctant to speak.
“Work has been hell, Y/N,” he finally admitted under the cover of night, finger rubbing circles absentmindedly into your upper arm, “I was taking on so much that I barely felt human anymore.”
Your eyes had yet to adjust to the darkness, but you still turned to look at him regardless. You could just about make out the bridge of his nose, and a few hairs that had refused to gel down properly.
“I know it’s not an excuse,” he continued, “but it’s my explanation for my distance. I was so caught up in trying for a promotion, working my ass off to provide for you, that I didn’t notice I wasn’t providing for you in any other way.”
Turning, you rested your head on his chest, listening to the steady heartbeat pick up a little from the contact. It was true, almost every waking minute Nanami had been working. His grip tightened protectively, pushing you closer to his body, relishing in the warmth your body provided. He sniffed, and you could’ve sworn that you saw a tear roll down.
“You’re my everything, Y/N. I don’t know what I would be without you. You make my black and white world technicolor, vivid with possibilities I never even imagined.”
His lips tenderly pressed against your temple, moving to pepper across the rest of your face, drawing a giggle out of you. This was a side to Nanami you had never seen, and you didn’t interrupt in fear it would dishearten him from continuing.
“Seeing you like this, it really changed my perspective on things. I’m not just here to make money for you, I’m here to love you, protect you, cherish you like I promised in our vows.”
His face hovered over yours, and you could just about see the glint of his irises gleaming back at you.
“It’ll take me some time, but please don’t give up on me, on us. Please never feel like I could feel anything other than unyielding love for you.”
Cupping your cheek, you could feel the cool metal of his wedding band on your skin. You cupped his hand with your own, interlocking fingers, tears forming again. Only this time, they weren’t sad.
“I love you, Y/N. I have loved you, I do love you, and I forever will love you.”
“I love you too, Kento. I couldn’t give up on you if I tried.”
Drawing closer, you could practically feel the smile on his face, just before he pressed his lips onto your own.
“Good. I’ll never give you a reason to try again.”
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kpop artists.. ✮ ateez, nct (all units), p1harmony, kard, seventeen, exo, txt, the boyz, got7, shinee, plt, day6, twice,
non-kpop artists.. ✮ tyler the creator, kendrick lamar, kali uchis, metallica, guns n roses, childish gambino, snoop dogg, 2pac, 50 cent, swv, nirvana, iron maiden, system of a down, h.e.r, murderdolls, frank ocean, dr. dre, foggieraw, ciara, pierce the veil, doechii, jodeci, sza, aaliyah, ayetian, shenseea, valiant, klassic frescobar
animes.. ✮ jjk, jjba, saiki k, kotaro lives alone, dmc, dragon ball, the way of the househusband, spy x family
tv shows.. ✮ brooklyn 99, the boondocks, the big bang theory, farzar, rick and morty, community, paradise pd, the last of us, the walking dead, man like mobeen, alice in borderland, superstore, benidorm
movies.. ✮ back to the future (saga), rocky horror picture show, mean girls, white chicks, revenge of the sith, parasite, tokyo drift, blackkklansman, get out, good burger, little man, black panther (1+2), into the spiderverse, across the spiderverse, sinners
M.LIST
get it together - husband!nanami x fem!reader
↳ steelo (pt. 2)
what's it gonna be?! - husband!sukuna x fem!reader
↳ nasty (pt.2)
ain't no fun - bf!suguru x fem!reader x bsf!satoru
she - bsf!satoru x fem!reader
ecstasy- stepdad!geto x fem!reader x dilf!gojo
girls need love - fwb!toji x fem!reader
officer - officer!toji x fem!reader
unknown - stalker!geto x fem!reader
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