✮⋆˙. (▀▀̮▀) The strongest teaches you how to squirt . . .
You wanted to learn how to squirt.
Like, you really wanted to learn.
Being all over Twitter didn't help you either, as there's always somebody asking, oh, “ how do you squirt?” Or, “guys, I just learned how to squirt for the first time and I've never felt so much better.” And you just can't help but get FOMO.
Okay yeah sure, every time Gojo fucks you really good, it feels amazing, but something's missing.
He's already done everything in the book with you, with a few concepts here and there untouched, but you always end up satisfied, so you never dwelled on it.
You just really, really wanted to try feeling something new.
You already tried to do it yourself countless times, but your fingers could never reach the spots that he does, especially since his are significantly longer than yours.
So when he's currently fucking you and training your pussy to be more sensitive, it seems you finally get the hang of it.
“Mngh— fuck toru that…feels s’good..”
Gojo's long fingers curl deep inside your soaked pussy, his thumb pressing and pushing hard against your swollen clit with constant pressure.
He watched your face intently, bright blue eyes focusing on your pretty face as your walls flutter around his digits.
"Thaaat's it, baby," he murmurs, voice low and rough against your ear.
"You said you wanted to learn, yeah?"
His pace kept quickening as both fingers pumped into you steady, scissoring slightly on each thrust to stretch you open while his palm slaps wetly against your mound.
Your hips buck up off the bed, chasing the overwhelming sensation slowly building low in your belly.
Every stroke drags against that sensitive spot inside you, sending heatwaves through your body.
Gojo moves down, sucking one of your nipples right into his mouth. He bites down just hard enough to make you whine out, before soothing the sting with his tongue.
His free hand pins your thigh wider, keeping you spread for him as he works through your pussy harder.
Your breath comes out in short gasps when the pressure inside you grows almost unbearable, feeling like a tight coil getting tighter and tighter before releasing itself.
Your pussy clenches eagerly around his fingers as finally, a sudden rush of clear liquid sprays out all around them, soaking his hand and his wrist, along with the sheets beneath you in a hot, messy gush.
Gojo smiles and groans at the sight, fingering you through it with quick movements, so that the squirt keeps coming in short bursts.
"Fuuck, look at that," he growls, eyes locked on the way your cunt pulses and sprays. "So pretty when you let loose like that."
Your thighs tremble, clit becoming achingly sensitive.
You gripped the sheets and looked down at the mess, “hah…oh my god…what a mess..”
Another wave hits as he keeps rubbing your clit in tight circles, drawing out every last tremor and whine until you're left twitching, the new bedsheets already soiled under you.
He finally slows his hand down, but doesn't pull out, carefully stroking your inner walls as the aftershocks roll through you.
"Atta girl," he praises, voice coated with satisfaction.
Synopsis: after you tell Sylus you remember your shared past. Part 2 to this post 😛
CW: MDNI, NSFW, smut, fem! Reader, slow & passionate sex, down BAD Sylus (what’s new yall), oral (f! receiving), creampie, barely proofread
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It is a few hours after you had arrived at Sylus’ compound.
Sylus had abandoned his work, refusing to leave your side. Not again. Not so soon. After he had made sure you ate, he took you back to his room. Which is how you found yourself lying with your head on his bare chest, hands tracing invisible patterns in his skin.
It had been quiet. Neither of you truly felt like you needed to speak. It was peace. A comfort you have not felt in what seems like forever.
It is you who breaks the silence a few moments later, saying, “I miss your horns and wings.”
You feel the vibrations from his chuckle against your cheek. “Yeah?” Comes his reply. “Why?”
“I always thought them to be beautiful. A physical representation of your strength.” You had other reasons, but you were not going to tell him that. But Sylus knows you. He always has.
“Oh? There isn’t another reason?” His hand slips under your chin, gently urging you to look at him. “You sure it has nothing to do with how you loved to hold onto my horns when I would feast on that pretty—”
“Sy!” You cut him off, cheeks flushing. He laughs again. It is deep and so beautifully him. You look back at him, and his eyes are filled with devotion and desire.
He moves, and you are on your back. Sylus cages you in. He bends down and starts pressing kisses on your neck and jaw, before moving up to your face. He kisses everywhere — your cheeks, nose, forehead — but not your lips.
“Sylus,” you whine.
“Patience,” is all he murmurs in reply. He takes his time before moving over to your lips. His kiss is soft, but you feel all of his love in it. All of his desire. All of the longing. He tilts your head, deepening the kiss. You open your lips, allowing him permission to slip his tongue inside.
You break the kiss a moment later, needing to catch your breath. Sylus rests his forehead on yours.
His voice, hoarse and thick with desire, is like an aphrodisiac. “I need you. Please.”
You smile up at him. “Then have me,” you reply. He sits up then. First, he slips your t shirt off. You are not wearing a bra — you had been in too much of a hurry to get to him earlier to bother with one. He admires your breasts before bending down and places kisses on them. His tongue darts out and licks your right nipple, before enclosing his mouth on it, sucking. He switches to your left breast, as he tugs down your sweatpants and panties in one go. He tosses your clothes mindlessly on the floor, before spreading your legs for him. He moves down your body, and he groans at the sight of your soaked cunt.
He bends down, kissing your thighs. Once he reaches your cunt, he sucks and nibbles — everywhere besides your clit. You whine, bucking your hips in an attempt to pay attention to your needy clit. He chuckles against your skin. “Always so impatient, Kitten. Let me take my time okay? I need to savour this… but, fuck, look at you. Soaking. So needy.”
“Sy, please,” you beg. Needing him. You think you will lose your mind if he teases you any more.
“Hmm, who am I to deny you?” He moves his mouth over your dripping cunt and he feasts. He has had you before — more times than you can count — but he eats your cunt like it is the first time again. And you suppose it is: it is the first time you two are together while knowing everything. This is new to you both.
He is downright nasty in the way he eats you out. Hands gripping your hips, holding you down, preventing you from moving. He flicks his tongue on your clit, before dipping down and shoving his tongue into your tight cunt. Then his sucking everywhere else. Like he does not know where he wants to be.
Your hands are in his hair, pulling him closer. The sounds coming from both your cunt and mouth are loud. Sylus groans every time you make your pretty little noises.
“Please, please! Sy, I’m so close,” your desperate pleas has Sylus moving his hand from your hip, to your leaking hole. He slips two fingers inside and whines — yes, whines — at how tight and warm you are. He is finger fucking you, curling his fingers to hit your g-spot every single time. He has memorised where it is. All while his mouth is hot on your clit. His hips are grinding into the mattress as he feasts.
And then you are cumming. Your legs shake as your orgasm washes over you. Your voice is hoarse as you scream, hips bucking. Sylus continues eating, slurping up your juices. He only stops once you are over sensitive and pushing his head away.
Sylus sits up onto his knees. His face is covered in you. He stares into your eyes as he licks his lips and sucks on his fingers. “Sweetest thing I’ve ever had,” he murmurs.
“Wanna taste you, Sy,” you say, moving to sit up. Sylus shakes his head, pushing you back down, gently.
“No. Next time. I need to be inside you, yeah?” He strips from his boxers, his painfully hard cock slapping against his stomach. Pre-cum dripping from his leaky head. He grabs his cock, and strokes it slowly. “See what you do to me, Kitten? This is all for you. No one else. Ever.”
He rubs his cock over you pussy, before he aligns himself. He looks up at you. Knowing what he is asking, you nod your head. He pushes in, and you both moan at the feeling. He takes his time easing into you, allowing you to adjust to his size. You pull him into you for a kiss, when he bottoms out. You both groan into the kiss. He stays there for a while, before he begins to move.
His strokes are deep and slow. He presses kisses on your skin. All you can think of is how full you feel. How big he is. “You feel so good, Sy,” you whisper into his neck. Your hands are on his back, and you can feel the muscle there. The power and strength.
His pace never changes. It stays steady. So different to how he had eaten you out. You realise that this is not just sex. He is making love to you. Worshiping your body with his own. And you feel it. It pours off of him like waves. With the overwhelming pleasure you feel, you are flooded with emotions. He fucks you like he is making a promise to never let you go, because he loves you too much to ever try and exist in a world without you by his side.
All of it is too much. And the next thing you know, you are cumming. Squeezing down on his thick cock, like you are trying to milk him. This orgasm is not like any other one you have had before. It sneaks up on you, and it is white-hot, all consuming. You cry out, pulling him impossibly closer.
“Yes,” he groans. Spurred on by your orgasm, Sylus cums. His hips jerking, as he releases his thick cum into you. He is panting in your neck, as he wraps his arms around you, just holding you there. Needing you close.
After a moment, he pulls back. After placing a kiss on your forehead, he slowly pulls out. You whine at the feeling of being empty. He watches as your combined release drips out of your cunt. Snapping out of his daze, he looks up at you and smiles.
He scoops you up gently, carrying you to the bathroom. He cleans you up, glaring at you whenever you try to help. Once he is done, he scoops you up again, despite your protests, and carries you back to bed. Lying down, he holds you to his chest. Arms wrapped around you tight, like he is afraid you will vanish.
“I don’t want to sleep,” he murmurs into your hair. “I’m afraid when I wake up, this will all have been some cruel nightmare.”
“This is real, I promise,” you say, moving to place a kiss on his lips. “Rest. I’ll be right here when you wake.”
He takes a moment, just looking into your eyes. “I love you.”
“And I you,” you say, smiling. “More than you know.”
You rest your head on his chest again, listening to his heartbeat, as you close your eyes.
Neither of you have ever slept this well before. But you know, with all the certainty in your heart, that every night will feel like this one. Like peace. Like home.
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A/N: me & writing inspiration hitting at 12:00 am are like this 🤞 anyhow! Hope you enjoyed this pookies. Lemme know your thoughts🙂↕️ & im looking for moots!!
Synopsis: you remember your past with Sylus. Pt. 2 here
CW: none, fluff
A/N: this has been sitting in my brain for MONTHS but I was #scared to post it LMFAO. Anyhow, I hope you enjoy. If literally one person asks, I’ll write a part two where they fug🙂↕️ also! Looking for moots PLZ 🤞
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You had been in your room, drying off after a shower. Humming to yourself, as you think about Sylus. You realise you are in love with him. It is a giddy thought. Your blood warms and you cannot help but giggle. This feeling. It feels familiar.
And then it hits you. All of it.
It comes rushing back to you like a tsunami. You remember. You remember everything.
You are shaking as you dress — hair still wet, throwing on whatever you can before you sprint down to your car. Key in the ignition. Gear shifted. Foot on the pedal. You are off, speeding to the N109 Zone.
Sylus would lose his mind if he knew you had been driving this fast, but you cannot find it in yourself to care. All that matters now is seeing him.
Your Sylus. Who you had lost. And now found. Only you had not remembered him. All this time. All this wasted time.
You needed to see him.
It makes sense now. The unshakable connection you felt when you first met. The reason you found yourself constantly thinking about him. Why you felt so safe whenever he was near you. You two had always been destined for each other.
In every life.
Always.
You pull up to Sylus’ compound, barely remembering to turn off your car, before you rush inside. Luke and Kieran are playing cards in the sitting area when you burst through the doors. They look up, startled.
Before they can say anything, you ask, “Where is he?” Your voice is hoarse. You had been fighting back the tears since you stepped out of your apartment.
“Office,” the twins reply in unison. And you are off, without a thank you or anything else. You will apologise for your behaviour later. You had more important things to worry about now.
Your speed walk turns into a full sprint. You see his office door coming into your view. Gripping the handle, you slam the door open.
And there he is.
Your heart is in your throat as you take him in. He sits at his desk, eyes flicking to you. Black shirt hugging his biceps and chest. Silver hair hanging messily over his eyes. God, he is everything.
He raises an eyebrow, taking in your appearance. Damp hair. Baggy t shirt and sweats. The way you are staring at him, all while you are trying to catch your breath. You are a mess, but there is no judgement in his eyes. There never is.
“Well, that’s one way to make an entrance, Kitten,” he drawls, amusement in his eyes.
The dam breaks at the sound of his voice. You let out a sob, hand flying to your mouth. The tears start falling, and there is nothing you can do to stop it.
He is up in an instant. Rushing over to you — amusement gone, replaced by worry.
“Sweetie, what’s wrong?” His voice is soft and gentle. His hands cup your face, forcing you to look up to him. There is nothing but love and adoration in his eyes. And it only makes you sob more. “Please, speak to me.”
You try and say something, but you cannot form any words. You grip his shirt and pull him closer, burying your face in his chest. He wraps his arms around you, and strokes his hand up and down your spine. “Deep breaths, Sweetie. Just follow my lead, okay?”
He begins taking deep, even breaths, and you do what you can to follow. It takes a while, but he does not rush you. Always patient. Always loving.
Once you gain control of your breathing, you pull back and look up at him. There is a soft smile on his face, as he whispers, “There she is.”
So much love rushes over you it makes you dizzy, but before you allow yourself to start sobbing again, you say, “I remember.”
Sylus freezes. His eyes widen. “What?” Is all he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.
“I remember everything. You. Me. Us. Before this.” You do not break eye contact as you speak. His hands move to cup your face again. He opens his mouth a few times, but nothing comes out.
After a moment, he asks, “How?”
“I realised I am in love with you, and it all came rushing back.” You smile softly at him, your cheeks flushing. You have not told him that you love him in a very long time. “My realisation must have been the trigger to unlock my memories.”
And then he kisses you. It is soft. Gentle. Reverent. Like he can finally breathe again. There is so much love and adoration and joy in the kiss. It knocks the wind out of you.
Breaking apart, Sylus rests his forehead on yours, eyes closed, taking deep breaths. “You have no idea how long I have waited for this.”
“How long have you known?” You ask, your fingers tracing patterns on his chest.
“Always,” comes his reply, no hesitation behind it.
“What?” You ask in shock. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
“I realised you didn’t remember right away. I wasn’t going to risk scaring you away with rambles about past lives. Not when I finally found you again. I couldn’t risk losing you. Not again. I’d have kept it a secret until we died. As long as I had you. In anyway that you’d have me. Whether it be as an enemy, even.”
“Your insistence on us resonating—”
“I thought it would bring back your memories.”
“I’m sorry.”
He shakes his head. “No. There’s nothing to be sorry for, Kitten.”
“I’ve let you suffer with—”
“No. I didn’t suffer. I had you. I had not felt peace in this life until the day I found you again. It was enough. But this? You knowing? It was worth the wait. I feel complete again. Like I’m whole.”
“Sy.”
“You’re not leaving. You can’t. I won’t allow it.”
“I wasn’t planning on it.”
“Good.”
You smile, and bring him in for another hug. He is right, you realise. You feel whole again too. There had always been something missing. But it is here now.
“Kitten,” he whispers against your hair.
“Hmm,” you murmur.
“I love you. With everything breath that I take and every beat of my heart, I love you. I always have, and I always will.”
You pull back, staring into his eyes.
“I know. And I love you just as much. If not more.”
“Impossible,” he replies.
You giggle into his chest, and you can feel his laughter through the vibrations in his chest.
There is a lot of lost time to make up for, but you have the rest of your lives to do so. You have not felt this much peace, ever. Because you know that this time it will be different. You will not be torn from each other. Not again. This time, it is forever. And if it is not, you know, with all the certainty in the universe, that you two would find each other in the next life. Just like you did in this one.
୨୧ — You knew exactly what game you were playing- the sideway glances, brushes against Sukuna's thigh at breakfast, the way you bent over in that flimsy excuse for a skirt, ass practically begging for his handprint.
The final straw was the coffee shop, it had been calculated, deliberate- the way you'd pressed your tits against the counter, the sultry drop in your voice as you addressed the young barista who always served you. Sukuna stood rigid beside you, one massive hand wrapped around your daughter's tiny fingers, watching with murderous intensity as you let your fingers caress the barista's wrist like a fucking promise.
“Awh, you're wonderful,” you'd purred, “you always make the best coffee. I don't know how you do it.”
The barista had flushed, clearly imagining things he had no right to think about... Clearly oblivious to the death sentence being written in the crimson eyes boring into his skull.
Sukuna's hand had tightened around his daughter's, not enough to hurt -he was always careful with her- but enough that had her squeezing back with all her might. She had looked up at her father, giggling, “Papa doesn't like that man,” she'd announced plainly, loud enough for nearby customers to hear, “His face gets all scary when mama talks to him.”
Sukuna's lip had twitched, the barest hint of approval at his daughter's observation. He'd crouched down to her level, eyes softening just for her as they always did, “Smart girl,” he'd murmured, ruffling her hair gently.
Two fucking days without him- two days of him handling “business” that left him coming home with blood under his fingernails. Two days of an empty bed and pent up need that had you resorting to these dangerous games.
Now, with your daughter finally asleep, you hear him stalking down the hall. You're in the bathroom, dressed in nothing but his white t-shirt, bent over the counter in a pose that's anything but innocent. Pretending to pluck your eyebrows.
The bathroom door whumps against the wall hard enough to rattle the medicine cabinet. You freeze, tweezers hovering near your eyebrow. In the fog streaked mirror, his reflection looms like a nightmare carved from granite- jaw clenched, veins snaking down his neck. “Think you're fucking clever, don't you?” His voice is dangerously soft, “Teasing me in front of our own kid, knowing i wouldn't act up in front of her.”
“I don't know what you're talking abou-“
The lie earns you exactly what you wanted- one massive arm snaking around your neck in a controlled chokehold. His other hand grips your hip hard enough to bruise, yanking you back against his rigid cock, “You've been asking for it since I got back. Teasing me, flaunting yourself at that pathetic barista.”
“Two days,” you gasp, “You left me alone for two days.”
His laugh is a dark thing against your neck, “So you decide to pull this shit?”
“Y-yes,” you managed, voice breathy and tight as his chokehold tightened fractionally, enough to make your vision blur, enough to remind you of his absolute control over your body in this moment.
“You know there are better ways to get my attention than flirting with some worthless shit who makes coffee for a living,” he growled, his free hand moving to your breast, squeezing roughly through your shirt. “Ways that don't make me want to drag you out of a public place by your hair.”
“This is s'more fun,” you gasped as his fingers found your nipple.
Sukuna's eyes darkened dangerously in the bathroom mirror, “Fun?” he growled, his other arm snaked around your neck in a vicious headlock, his tattooed bicep crushing against your throat as he twisted your nipple between his fingers, “You think playing with fire is fun, woman?”
His free hand abandoned your breast, dropping to yank up the t-shirt -his t-shirt- that barely covered your ass. He exposed your bare cunt to the cool bathroom air, your puffy pussy lips already drenched with your slick.
“No panties,” he observed, voice deadly calm, “Walking around my house, taking care of my kid, dressed like a fucking whore with your cunt ready to be split open on my cock.”
His large hand came down on your ass with a resounding crack. “Two days,” he mocked, delivering another sharp slap, “Two fucking days handling business, and you act like a bitch in heat the minute I'm back, practically drooling over some coffee boy's dick...”
“I- I missed you,” you admitted breathlessly, grinding your ass back against his hardening bulge.
“Missed me?” Another devastating smack landed, “Or missed getting your needy cunt stuffed full of my cock?”
His fingers roughly parted your folds, finding you embarrassingly wet, “Fucking soaked,” he hissed, plunging two fingers knuckle-deep without warning, "Look at you dripping down your thighs just from being manhandled. What would that barista think seeing what a desperate cumslut you really are?”
Your walls clenched around his digits at the degradation, pussy practically weeping as he fingerfucked you just got you liked it. “P-lease,” you mewled, “m’need-”
“Please what, whore?” he demanded, curling his fingers to hit that spongy spot inside that made your knees buckle. “Please wreck your pussy? Please put you in your fucking place? Please remind you who this cunt belongs to?”
“Yes!” you sobbed, grinding shamelessly against his hand, “All -ohfuck- all of it!”
Sukuna's arm tightened around your throat, cutting off just enough air to make you lightheaded before releasing you only to fist your hair instead, wrenching your head back at a vicious angle.
“On your knees,” he ordered as he withdrew his fingers to unbuckle his belt.
You dropped to the cold tile without hesitation, spinning to face him as he pulled out his cock- thick as your wrist, veined, the swollen head already leaking precum. Your mouth practically watered at the sight of it.
“This what you been thinking about while I’ve been away?” he asked, fisting his length and slapping it across your cheek, smearing his precum on your skin. “This fat cock that you'd risk pissing me off for?”
“Always,” you admitted shamelessly, eyes locked on his, tongue darting out to taste him.
“Show me,” he demanded, pressing his cockhead against your lips, “Show me how much youve missed this- missed me…”
You parted your mouth obediently, taking him as deep as you could in one gulp. His fist tightened in your hair, holding you in place as your throat convulsed around his girth.
“Fuck,” he grunted, the first crack in his control, “Look at you choking yourself on my cock like you were born for it. World’s prettiest mom on her knees acting like a whore on a corner.”
Tears streamed down your face as you struggled with his size- even after all these years you still weren’t used to his sheer size… but you didn't pull back. Instead you hollowed your cheeks, sucking hard while working your tongue against the thick vein on the underside. Knowing it would drive him insane and earn you a roses blush on his face~.
“That's it,” he praised, mouth hung open as he pants, “Use that pretty mouth for what it's good for.”
His hips began moving, small thrusts that gradually deepened until he was fucking your face, watching your makeup run and spit drip down your chin. You moaned around him, the vibrations making his thighs shake as he hits the back of your throat. His whole idea was to punish that mouth of yours for running it earlier, but he can’t stop thinking about fucking you- spilling inside you filling your womb… Yeah, he needed that. Now.
“Get up,” he ordered, yanking out suddenly, leaving you gasping and drooling- hauling you to your feet by your hair.
Before you could breathe, he bent you over the counter again, shoving your face against the cool surface. The position forcing your ass high, completely exposed and vulnerable for him to use you as he pleases.
“Look at yourself,” he commanded, one hand gripping your neck to pin you down.
You looked into the mirror best you could- flushed cheeks, mascara streaked, lips swollen and glistening. Behind you, Sukuna's tattooed form dominated like some ancient war god claiming his sacrifice.
“Who owns this pussy?” he asked, his cockhead pressing against your entrance but not entering.
“You do,” you gasped, trying to push back only to be held firmly in place, “Only you, Sukuna. No one else.”
“And who's the only one who gets to wreck it?” he continued, rubbing his length through your syrupy folds without giving you what you and he needed.
“You,” you repeated desperately, “Sukuna, Please- I need your cock inside me! I’m so sorr-“
“Not until you admit what a manipulative cocktease you've been today,” he snarled, delivering another spank to your reddened ass.
“I teased you!!! I teased you on purpose because I missed this- flirted with him to make you jealous-“
A smile curved his lips, “At least you're honest” he murmured, positioning himself again, “Now take what you've been begging for.”
He slammed into you with one thrust, splitting you open on his cock. The brutal stretch tore a scream from your throat that echoed off the walls. Sukuna's arm immediately locked around your neck in another chokehold.
“Shut the fuck up,” he hissed against your ear, his bicep crushing your windpipe, “Unless you want to wake our daughter and explain why mommy's getting her brains fucked out...”
When another moan escaped your lips, his arm tightened around your neck viciously, cutting off your air until black spots danced in your vision and your struggles grew weak.
“I said quiet,” he growled, his other hand gripped your hip with bruising force as he maintained his punishing rhythm.
His pace was relentless, each stroke hitting your cervix and that spongy spot inside that had your eyes rolling back. Every time you got too loud his arm flexed around your throat until your legs started to buckle.
“Gonna flood this tight cunt-,” he muttered, pace becoming erratic- his cock dragging against your walls, rubbing your gummy insides raw, “put another baby in your womb so that barista knows exactly who you spread your legs for.”
The image sent you hurtling toward the edge- you pregnant again, belly swollen with his child, undeniably his in every way possible.
“Yes-“ you agreed in the barest whisper, “d-do it, wan’it- want you to put another in me-“
His free hand found your clit, circling it until a frothy white mess of your cream formed around his base as he destroyed you.
“Come on my cock,” he ordered, his arm loosening around your throat.
It hits like a fuse- white noise, bright shards behind your eyelids, knees threatening to give. You don’t make a sound, not this time, your lips part on a silent cry, the mirror catching the moment you dissolve, your body seizing and fluttering against him until you’re boneless, breathless, trembling.
He follows a heartbeat later, the fluttering of your walls triggering his release- hot spurts of cum flooding your womb as he buried himself impossibly deep… driving you into the counter with one final, possessive grind. “Fuck-“ he groaned, as his body covered yours completely, his arm still locked around your throat, his breathing ragged…
For several long moments, neither of you moved, the only sounds your ragged breathing and the distant hum of the building's heating system. Finally, Sukuna straightened, carefully withdrawing before turning you to face him.
To your surprise, there was something almost tender in his expression now, the earlier fury burned away by release. One large hand came up to cup your face, thumb gently wiping away a tear you hadn't even realized had fallen.
“You don't need to pull that shit to get my attention,” he said quietly, crimson eyes searching yours. “I know two days is too long. I'll figure something out.”
The sudden vulnerability in his admission caught you off guard. This was the side of Sukuna no one ever saw- the man beneath the monster, capable of genuine emotion despite his best efforts to suppress it.
“I missed you,” you murmured, leaning into his touch. “Not just... this. You.”
Something softened in his gaze, “Could have just said that instead of eye fucking some random barista in front of our brat.”
A small smile curved your lips, “But then I wouldn't have gotten bent over the bathroom counter.”
Sukuna snorted, but there was amusement in his eyes now, “Manipulative little thing, aren't you?”
“I learned from the best,” you countered with a playful wink, wrapping your arms around his neck.
He lifted you with ease, carrying you out of the bathroom toward the bedroom. To your surprise, he didn't head straight for the bed, but made a detour down the hall, pushing open your daughter’s door with his foot.
The nightlight cast a soft glow over your daughter's sleeping form, her tiny chest rising and falling with peaceful breaths, one small hand clutching the stuffed duck Sukuna had won for her at a festival last summer.
Sukuna stood in the doorway, still holding you against his chest, something unreadable in his expression as he watched over his little girl.
“You really meant it?” he finally asked, voice barely audible, “About another one?”
The hesitation in his tone -so at odds with his usual confidence- made your heart skip a beat.
“Yes,” you said softly, pressing a kiss to his jaw, “i want that- another baby with you… Have for a while now, but… You and her have something so precious.”
Relief and satisfaction flickered across his face before he schooled his expression back to its usual impassive mask. “Good,” he said simply, pulling her door closed again before carrying you to your bedroom. “Because I wasn’t kidding about going back and showing that punk who knocked you up.”
Soft!Kuna refuses to go to bed without his good night kiss
Leaving the bathroom, you hummed a quiet tune as you headed to your bedroom to find your boyfriend on the bed, scrolling through his phone. He perked up at the sound of your footsteps, his shoulders instantly relaxing at the sight of you clad in your soft pajamas. Immediately, he placed his phone by the bedside table and shifted a little to create a little more space for you.
“Took you long enough,” he grumbled, but the faint amused smile failed to conceal his affection.
Giggling, you dove for the bed, instantly going inside the soft blankets to curl beside him. you sighed, content, as you lazily wrapped your arms around his broad chest, nuzzling your cheek against his bicep. In return, he cuddled back, wrapping his arms around your smaller frame to gently cradle you.
“Night, kuna,” you murmured, as per ritual, closing your eyes.
There was a pause. Then complete silence.
It made your brows furrow, since he usually gave you a groggy reply. Opening your eyes curiously, you saw his eyes stare back at you, slightly narrowed and lips faintly tugged down into a petulant pouting frown. faint, but definitely there.
“What? What’s wrong?” you asked gently, slightly concerned as you stared up at him with those sweet, pretty eyes.
Sukuna’s brows furrowed a little more, a habit that he had when he was trying to comprehend how you could be so cute, but that was not the point at the moment—because his pout tugged a little deeper to form a deeper frown.
“…”
You raised a brow.
“…” Sukuna huffed, looking away for a moment, ears burning in a cute pink. “…nothing.”
“It’s not nothing though!” you whined, grinning at the sight of his adorable pink ears. “Tell me, tell me!”
Sukuna made a show of frowning a little more before you heard a snippet of what he was saying, incoherent.
“Huh?”
Sukuna narrowed his eyes at you before muttering it out again, “You didn’t …ive me a …night……”
You blinked. “What?”
“You didn’t give me a good night’s kiss!” he grumbled out finally, quickly, loudly giving you an irritated tsk as he looked away to hide his blush.
You stared at him, slightly dumbfounded before laughing warmly. “Aww! Kuna!”
Without wasting a time, you cradled his face to tilt him so that he was looking at you before giving him a soft kiss on his lips, smiling against his plush skin. Sukuna hummed in tender satisfaction as he held onto you a little more tighter, caressing the delicate curve of your hip.
After a moment, you pulled away to smile up at him, slightly teasing. “You know you could always initiate the kiss.”
Sukuna gave you a shrug as though trying to hide his previous humiliating admission. “You always kiss me good night first.”
You giggled, pecking his lips. “You’re so spoiled.”
“Brat,” he grumbled, before he abruptly pulled you closer to him, and laid the both of you down on the bed, burrowing his face into your neck. “Go to sleep already.”
“Good night, Kuna,” you replied back once more with a butterfly-fluttering, warm laugh, kissing his shoulder. “I love you…”
you were zuko’s entire world, and it was no doubt that he loved you more than anything, but even you had to admit that he had a very lustful side. at times, especially during particularly cold and quiet evenings, he just couldn’t keep his hands off his wife.
laying in bed next to the firelord, his arms wrapped around your waist as he embraced you from behind. it was a long day for him, spending coutless hours meeting with his advisors and countless discussions on issues with the fire nation colonies. you couldn’t help but soothe your poor husband minutes earlier when he had first entered your bedroom after spending the entire day away from his firelady.
it was, no, seemed innocent at first, aleast until his hands undid your robe and started slowly inching higher and higher up your chest as he caressed the supple skin. you could almost feel the smirk on his face when his palms met your breasts, feeling him poke your ass from underneath the covers.
your nipples peaked embarassingly quickly as you tried to reprimand him.
“zuko.” you scolded him, having to bite back a moan when he pinched both peaks.
his mouth found the side of your neck as he sucked on the skin, only humming a “hmm?” in response.
“please get some rest, you have to leave for a meeting with the earth king first thing tomorrow. it’s already late.” you insisted. “they won’t be pleased if you show up late aga- haah… fuck…”
you moaned as his fingers met your clit through your damp undergarments, your head throwing back as he rubbed circles around the nub.
“what was that, my love?” he sneered, grinding his hips onto yours as he continued to leave marks on your neck.
“z-zuko…” you whimpered, subconciously grinding onto his hand.
“mhm?”
you opened your mouth to tell him to stop only to cut yourself off with a moan when two of his fingers slipped into your cunt, pumping in and out at a brutal pace.
“that’s what i thought.”
as if the sensation of his long digits bullying your pussy wasn’t enough, his other hand rolled your nipple, leaving you at a loss for words. you let out loud needy moans, your hand immediately darting to your mouth to save yourself from the self-induced embarassment.
“shy already? mmm you’re so desperate, huh?” zuko smugly muttered, picking up the pace on his fingers as he grinded harder from behind you.
as you felt your climax approaching, you decided to give up all resistance for the sake of your own pleasure.
“clenching around my fingers so tightly, fuck… now, what was that about my meeting with the earth king, honey?” he grinned.
“i… aahhh… d-don’t know what you’re talking about…”
Synopsis. How was he expected to not lose control the first time he goes in raw?
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, unprotected, bréeding, mating press, jealousy (Nanami’s side), improper use of Gojo’s technique, true form! Sukuna, dp, praise, creampíe, spítting, really REALLY needy pússydrunk boys, cúmplay, some HEINOUS things, pet names, swearing.
Word count. 5.6k (whoops)
A/N. Got a bit carried away but oh well hehehe.
♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - “A-another?”
Toji Fushiguro never stutters, he never sounds unsure, he never lets that deep baritone voice of his break so pathetically at the end of his sentence.
Except for now, that is.
With you folded into such a mean mating press, spreading your shaky legs to flash him that heavenly view. As if that wasn’t enough to have Toji’s head spinning already, you give him a hazy, determined nod, “Another.”
Another. Oh, it’s all he can do to hold back a guttural groan when thumbing apart your puffy folds, eyeing the way you were clenching up at him eagerly.
“Another, huh?” Toji echoes, his free hand coming up to slide back that thin layer of plastic on his swollen cock. Slow. Torturously slow. Hissing at the cool air kissing his aching length, “Then-” He glides his leaky tip across your glossy entrance, smirking at the way you arch into it like such a slut. “-this pretty cunt better actually give me another kid, doll.”
And then Toji’s pushing in - slow, ruthless little pistons of his hips that have you scrambling further and further up the mattress. Veins pulsing against your plushy walls in a feverish thump! thump! thump!
Of course, he wasn’t faring any better.
“O-oh.” Toji throws his head back, brows scrunching at the feeling of your sweet sweet cunt. “So this is- fuck- what ya feel like, hm? Hold on- wait- wanna test something-”
“Ngh! Oh-” you squeal when two thick fingers dip down to toy with your throbbing clit, bucking your hips up in a way that has Toji sinking in deeper. Blinking away the shocked tears behind your lids, “T-Toji– don’t be mean.”
But you doubted he could hear you - fuck, you doubted Toji was even breathing at this point. Because his eyes were widened, jaw dagging open ever-so-slightly to moan, “Fuck- oh my god- ya squeeze me ngh- even tighter without that fucking condom.”
And he’s so fucking awe-struck - and you’re being fucked so dumb - that you don’t even realize it when he’s bottoming out. Still pushing in, trying to squeeze even deeper into your gummy walls.
“F-fuck can’t believe you’ve been holdin’ out.” he spits, sounding so genuinely bewildered, pulling your hips back messily to meet his. Heavy balls smacking you with each rough, depraved thrust inside. “Ohhh m’never letting ya hold out on me again, doll.”
Your nails leave angry, red marks down, down, down his sculpted back. Glassy eyes begging - pleading for any once of mercy for the monster you’ve brought on. “N-never?”
He gives your ravaged clit a light smack! with the pads of his fingers - both a little punishment and a sneaky little way to feel you clamp down on his thick cock in surprise again. Huffing out a low laugh, “Yeahhh you’re not getting off easy. Never.” And, usually, Toji was so suave, so infuriatingly in control - but right now he’s running his mouth as sloppily as his hips. Panting into your open mouth, “Gonna hafta let me f-feel this cute pussy all the fuckin’ time now. Gonna hafta let me breed her.”
And shit it wasn’t enough. It’ll never be enough.
In a split second, Toji falls back onto his knees, pulling you upright to splay out so prettily on his lap. The change in position pushing him in deeper and deeper and-
“That’s what I hah- like to see-” One hand squishes your cheeks together and forces you to look down at the way your poor pussy was bulging and struggling around Toji’s cock. So so angry and drenched with all your syrupy sweet juices, glistening all the way down to his twitching balls. “Ya look so much oh- shit- better drooling all over me and not some condom, doll.” Toji’s sharp teeth graze your ear, abs rippling underneath your touch as fucks up into you so animalistically. So ferally. Sharp, long jabs of his hips, just dragging your sloppy pussy all over. “N’ even better when she’s ngh- painted white, right?”
The only response you’re stupidly giving him are a handful of teary whimpers, thighs burning with the wet smack of skin on skin.
And the way you’re bucking down pathetically to meet his ruthless cadence, but you don’t even realize that until Toji lets out a strangled groan. “Heh, ya like that?”
“Mhm.” you whine. “L-like it so- much- like feeling you like this- ah-”
He’s pulling you into a messy kiss - if it can even be called that, just a lazy, messy drag of his lips and that scar against your lolling open mouth, “Tha’s my girl. Ya like feeling me raw, hm?” Each word nudges his fat head against your bruised g-spot in a way that has Toji so drunk, so high off you and that pretty cunt. Twiddling a thumb on your sensitive nub. Over and over and over. “Ya like the ohh- fuck- idea of giving me another? Making Megs a big brother?”
“Yes! Fuck yes yes yes I-”
Toji doesn’t hear the rest of your sentence - nor does he really give a shit. Not when your cute cunt is squeezing around him so fucking tight that it was almost hard to ram his cock inside.
Milking the fucking soul out of him as you cum, a broken little ah! ah! ah! leaves your mouth when with a couple, sloppy thrusts Toji can’t help but paint your pussy a sinful white. Thick, hot ropes of his seed that slosh inside your gummy walls - cumming and cumming so much that he feels it drip out your slit.
Meshing together in a lewd combination at the soaked base of his still-rock hard cock, one that makes Toji keen gruffly. Pooling his seed on the pads of his fingers, he bullies them back into your still-stuffed hole, “So…are we sure it took?”
♡ NANAMI KENTO - Right here right now
Everyone knows Nanami Kento as a patient man - a sensible one. The one person at the office they could trust with anything and everything.
Only you knew Nanami Kento as the type of man to just drag you into the break room in the middle of the work day, spitting out a barely-there excuse about “a meeting” to the rest of your confused coworkers. When in reality he was shoving you near the nearest flat surface and bunching your cute skirt up at your hips.
“Ken- what-” you sputter in a daze, blinking up at the panting man above you. “What happened?”
The only answer you’re getting is the clink-clink-clink of Nanami’s belt unbuckling, stray strands of blond sticking to his furrowed forehead as he takes in your slutty position.
Scoffing, “Can you at least tell me what-”
Your words die in your throat at the feeling of something so warm and rock-hard making a mess of you down below. And - sure enough - you’re met with the sight of Nanami’s fingers nudging apart your flimsy panties - just enough for his fat head to kiss against your puffy folds. Sending a fresh wave of your slick coating his hand once more.
“Don’t have a condom.” he speaks to you properly for the first time since coming in here, gruff and strained against your ear. “Guess we’ll hafta make do, darling.”
Fuck, you’ve never gone without a condom with your boyfriend before - but now that you’ve felt the sensation of his deep slit rubbing against your hole, the dip of his veins tracing against your walls, well, shit you think you might just be addicted.
Nanami isn’t too far behind - because he lets out a deep groan. “O-oh. Fuck, remind me to do this more often.” Chest heaving as he pulls out ever-so-slightly, only to run a fist down his length, smearing your syrupy sweet juices in a glossy sheen along his cock. “Who said you can feel this haah- fucking good, my love? This all f’me?”
It’s only with this that you’re realizing that he still hasn’t explained yet.
Reaching out a hand to pull on Nanami’s favorite yellow tie, you bring his face mere millimeters from yours. Breathing out, “E-explain or m’walking out.”
You wouldn’t - you knew that. And Nanami did too, but that didn’t stop that greedy part of himself from stilling inside your puffy folds, having you struggling and clenching with the effort to take in his girth.
“Jus’ wanted to hah- feel you. To really feel you.” he’s nosing up your racing pulse. Strong hands pushing your legs so far apart on the table that it burned. “To actually prove to this cute pussy that she’s mine. S’that s-so wrong?” He’s fucking you like he wants to prove a point - in long, purposeful strokes that roam for your g-spot. Gritting out, “Especially when you’re so warm. So heavenly. N’ some people here can’t take a hint.”
Ah, so that’s what it was all about - that new intern at the office who seemed particularly attached to you lately. Enough so that it had Nanami acting like this - not that you were complaining, obviously.
No sooner is the realization hitting you that Nanami’s smashing into your sensitive spot. Hard.
A large hand hastily covers your mouth as soon as it sags open. Only growing more and more desperate when Nanami starts up a quick tempo. Hitting it over and over and over- “Shhh shhh, darling.” he groans, fucking you deeper and deeper into the table. “I know it’s good. Ngh- oh my god you feel fucking perfect- But we wouldn’t want ‘em to hear, right? Though-” And then he’s flashing such an uncharacteristically smug smile, gaze just devouring you through his long lashes. “-wouldn’t mind ‘em knowing that you’re mine.”
And it seems like he was torn between forming coherent thoughts and just rambling about how sinfully good you felt.
“K-Ken-”
But Nanami wasn’t done - far from it, in fact. He was running his mouth, words slurring and stumbling with each jolt of his hips forward.
“Shh, let me do all the work, darling.” Drawing gentle, purposeful circles on your clit, “Jus’ sit there n’- hngh- let me feel this pussy some more. Let her soak me some more. Been waitin’ for this too long- oh- They’d never know, right?”
It’s all you can do to nod, barely-lucidly, “N-never. Only you, Ken.”
And now, unfortunately for you and your poor cunt, it just seemed like Nanami was pussydrunk off the feeling of your gummy walls milking the fucking soul out of him. No longer just proving a point - no, oh, he was lost in the way you were so soft. So messy - forming a cute pool of slick on the table below, on his heavy balls.
Eyes rolling to the back of his head, “Fuck him. Fuck them all.”
You flinch as he catches your lips to spit out heated little profanities into your open mouth, biting and tugging filthily on yours. Almost babbling at this point, “They’ll n-never know how ngh fucking heavenly this cunt feels. How perfect you’re wrapped around me.”
Both the obscene squelches from below and your broken little whimpers were reaching a feverish height, coupled with Nanami’s rumbling groans. And it’s only when you let out a particularly loud whine of “Ken–” that makes him grow even girthier inside you.
Stretching you out so good, he lets out a warning whisper. Low and dangerous, “Careful.” Sending a wave of goosebumps down your spine - all the way to your ravaged cunt, “I hear he’s got a meeting here soon.”
♡ GETO SUGURU - The cocky one
“Hah, such a cocky smile, gorgeous.” Geto shakes his head down at where you were on all fours for him. Arched like such a slut against his angry tip, throbbing and glistening between your legs. “You sure you’re oh-”
Whatever mean little retort - and that smirk - is wiped clean off of Geto’s pretty lips when you fuck yourself back onto his rock-hard cock. Gritting your teeth at the sheer stretch when your sloppy hole finds his red, leaky tip, determinedly stuttering him down, down, down until your ass was pressed up against those tufts of black at his toned pelvis.
“W-whoops.” you sigh when your skin smacks against his abs, tone saccharine sweet. “What were you hah- saying, dear?”
Geto lets out a strangled groan, head tipping back, fingers blindly finding your hips to keep them from fidgeting. Fuck, you were so heavenly - so addictive. He could feel himself rubbing up against every ridge and dip of your tight pussy.
“You little bitch.” he sighs, heavy eyes locked on where the two of you were connected. Your pussy lips bulging so sinfully around him, making him grow even larger. Longer - hitting spots you never knew existed. “Now that’s just ngh- playing unfair.”
Unfair? Oh, you could teach him about ‘unfair’. Unfair was when he’s jutting his hips forward in slow, shallow strokes just to fit inside - no rhythm or rhyme, like he didn’t even realize he was doing it. Unfair was when he strikes your ass with a sharp smack! grinning at the way the flesh jiggles against his palm.
Unfair is when he leans down to murmur thickly, the change in angle having him barrelling deeper inside your snug cunt. “Isn’t it?”
“N-no.” your lower lip wobbles.
“N-n-no.” Geto grins, “Stuttering too? That’s crazy, what happened to my smug girl from- hah- before- oh fuck-”
But oh for all how cocky Geto was acting, he was so weak against the way your gummy walls clench down so fucking tight around him - on purpose. Stuttering down to milk him like you wanted to draw out something delicious. Like you couldn’t stand being even a hair’s breadth away.
“Haaa…” he lets out a broken shudder, two hands wrapping underneath your inner thighs to just drag your sloppy further down, settling deep - so impossibly deep - into your gut. Distantly, some part of him hoped that you left marks - a cute lil’ ass print against his abs for him to admire later. “Fuck- fine. Fine-”
You whirl your teary eyes over your shoulder - and it was so difficult to look behind you. Because Geto was so unfairly pretty - long, inky hair curtaining his pussydrunk eyes, twirling all the way down to where his delicate blush dusted all over his cheeks, his chest, his rock-hard abs. Involuntarily, you find your sloppy cunt clenching again, rubbing up so deliciously against that prominent vein down the middle of Geto’s length.
That coaxes out another drawn-out groan from your boyfriend, and a traitorous buck of his hips - his fat head hitting right on your g-spot. “I said fine.” he barks out, teeth bared. “Y-you win. Ngh- you win the bet. Fuuuck you win, just let me- ngh just let me fuck this pretty cunt. Now.”
Ah, right. The bet - that single, mindless little comment earlier today about who’d break first if you two went in raw.
And, clearly, there was an obvious winner.
Because Geto isn’t waiting around for your kiss-bitten lips to drop into some taunting remark, hell, he can’t even wait for you to register his words before letting his hips lose control. Ramming into you in quick, jagged thrusts that abuse your hidden sweet spots.
Over and over and-
“Y’feel so soft, gorgeous.” he purrs into your ear, pushing all his all his body weight in an attempt to hold your slutty cunt still. Setting up such a mean pace, “So warm- ngh n’ m’tired of pretending it isn’t driving me crazy.”
You keen when Geto cranes his fingers to deftly roll over your clit, “S-so much for not breaking first.”
“Awww c’mon now.” Geto’s balls smacking against your ass get louder - harsher. “I already s-said you win. Hah-” God, he’s barely in control of himself with the way he catches your lips in a messy clash of a kiss. Hot tongue nudging apart your plump lips to spit a steady stream of saliva. Once. Twice. Some of it missing and splattering against the corner of your mouth, “N’ you know what m- ngh- buying you as a p-prize?”
Your knees are weakening pathetically now, sliding further and further apart on the silky sheets with each harsh slam of his cock - only to be pulled back up by an impatient Geto.
“Do you?” he hisses, pistoning his hips so hard now that your knees were hovering midair - held up by a frenzied Geto. Who plows on deliriously, “Gonna buy ya- nghh fuck- the pill. So many- cuz you’re gonna fuckin’ need it-”
And need it you did.
Because it only takes a few more seconds of this maddening song and dance before Geto’s cumming and cumming so hard it was like he couldn’t - wouldn’t want to - stop.
Pumping thick, hot rope after rope of his seed until your high was crashing into his. Until his cock was so raw and twitching sensitively. Until his balls were squeezing so painfully, tears stinging behind his eyelids with each ram into your fluttering pussy.
“Best out of three?”
♡ CHOSO KAMO - Overheat
Oh this was a dream - or heaven. Maybe both. Because here was Choso sprawled out so prettily on his damp navy sheets, dark hair untied, half-lidded eyes gazing up at a sly angel - you - straddling his toned hips.
Pussy lips swollen and drooling down where you were positioning his fat, leaky head right at where just a simple nudge of Choso’s squirming hips would have you split apart on his swollen cock - raw.
“Cho~” your heady voice breaks through his stunned reverie, “You alright, baby?”
“Y-yes.” his words catch in his heaving chest. And Choso’s so embarrassed - still so stuck on the heavenly view below - that he’s barely even registering the hand of his that makes its way down to rest on your steady waist. “Just that-”
And then Choso’s giving an impatient tug on the fat of your hips, inching you so agonizingly close to his needy, red tip. So close he could practically feel you already - he could imagine how soft and warm you were bound to be.
You huff out a low chuckle, “Awww poor baby.” Grinning at the way your boyfriend takes one of tits into his mouth to muffle his embarrassed whine. He alternates between sucking and rolling his tongue over your sensitive nipples, “Is this what you- hah- want?”
And the way you sandwich his thick cock between your slit has Choso’s ministrations on your nipple stuttering. Whispering out a muffled little, “Y-yeah…”
“Louder.”
“...”
Tutting, “Or, I could just get a condom since you’re so shy-”
“No!” Choso rasps out wetly, and the sudden outburst seems to startle you both. But especially Choso who only blabbers, pussydrunk and slurring already, “No no no no no- need this-” He claws at your hips, edging you closer and closer to sit on his soaked, twitching cock. Bucking his hips up wildly, the slick coating your dripping cunt making him slide messily across your folds once. Twice. “Need you so bad- wan’ feel you wanna feel this pretty pussy- ngh- please. Fuck!”
Both of you let out a synchronous moan when he finally manages to sink his fat head inside your sloppy entrance. So thick, stretching you open so well despite not even being halfway in.
“F-fuck.” Choso’s hazy eyes widen, and he immediately flattens his feet on the bed before pulling back. Only for his poor, oversensitive balls to squeeze so painfully- before covering your dripping cunt in rope after rope of his seed. Your pussy too heavenly, his sanity too gone. “Sh-shit m’sorry m’sorry- ngh.”
Your eyes widen, “Ch-Cho did you-”
But he doesn’t let you finish - was probably too embarrassed to before stuffing your gaping, needy hole with his thick cock again. And again. And again and again trying to relieve that first time. “Oh, is this okay? Is this r-really okay?”
You don’t even know what he’s asking about - not when Choso’s sliding you deeper and deeper down his cock. Sculpted body bowing into yours when he starts bouncing you up and down like his favorite sextoy - reveling in the lewd squelches below and those pretty moans leaving your lips.
“S’your fault, y’know?” he pants, ragged. Hips fucking up uncontrollably, drunk off the feeling. “Y-your ohhh fuck- your pussy feels too good, baby. N’ she’s s-so soft. So warm with my cum.”
And it was so sloppy, your boyfriend was never one to shy away from making a mess out of you both but this. Oh, you were losing your fucking mind with his harsh pace, letting that lewd combination of his cum and your slick glisten all over his abs, your thighs, your filthy cunt. All the way down to where his heavy balls were sure to leave marks for tomorrow - right alongside his pelvis against your thighs, fingers on your hips.
“Y-you’re so-” you lean over to dig your nails into Choso’s pecs, and he takes the opportunity to bite and tease your poor nipples once more. “-filthy, Cho.”
He swallows, and fuck you don’t think he’s ever looked prettier. Adam’s apple bobbing, cheeks flushed, eyes narrowed and miles away. “It’s this hah- p-pretty pussy, baby. R-raw? Seriously? She’s driving me insane.”
At that last, broken word of his sentence, Choso throws his head back as if merely remembering that there was no little plastic separating his throbbing cock from your gummy cunt was enough to make him go crazy.
Hips pistoning up faster, molding your cunt to his shape. Bruising your g-spot with each thrust - and your cervix, too, just as a little stray reminder that you’re his from the inside out. Gasping out, “Just look at her.”
When you snap your head down, he’s already spreading apart your puffy folds with two fingers, giving you the perfect view of that creamy sheen, Choso’s reckless, maddening hips, the way your cunt was bulging and soaking his painfully hard cock.
Only getting sloppier. Harder. Drunk with each thrust.
“She’s so pretty.” he grits out, “So heavenly. Might just b-be my new hah- obsession.” Just babbling nonsense in strained, jagged words that come out after each brush of his fat tip against your g-spot. So hard that you were stumbling precariously on top of his wild hips. “Yeah- new obsession. My heavenly obsession” he eyes down your quivering thighs, those breathy moans that told him you were close.“N’ I wonder how much more heavenly you’d be if I cum inside?”
♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - Take both, dammit.
“B-both?”
The only response you get are Sukuna’s fingers tightening around your throat, sharp nails dragging dangerously over your racing pulse. Pulling your dazed face closed to gift you with a low, cocky hum, “Both.”
And then you can’t breathe - not because of the large hand taking its place around your neck, no, but because Sukuna was suddenly nudging his weeping, fat tips against your sloppy entrance. Lips curling up into a devilish grin at how you were quivering in- fear? Anticipation?
Either way it had you keening tearily, “Kuna it won’t- fit!”
“Hmm,” Sukuna purses his lips in mock-thought, free hand dipping down to roll his index against your clit. “Let’s ask her why don’t we?” Any and every noise of surprise you manage to yelp out are overshadowed by the most obscene squelches you’ve ever heard in your life. Like Sukuna was well and fully intent on proving his point by circling his thumb around your sloppy hole until you gave up. And he was. “She says she’s just dying to take it. What’s your excuse, brat?”
Truly, it was the first time you’ve tried taking both your boyfriend’s massive cocks - and just one of them required specially made condoms and such extensive teasing and toying to stretch you out enough.
So one thing was sure - you weren’t making it out alive.
You’re startled out of your reverie by a dark chuckle from above - shit, did you say that out loud? “Well, only one way to find out.”
It’s all that’s said before he’s pushing in - both at once. Fat heads bumping into each other as Sukuna grinds against your snug pussy in shallow, short rolls of his hips.
“Tch.” he clicks his tongue when your feeble ring of resistance struggles to take him. A warm hand of his comes down to soothe over your head slowly, gently - uncharacteristically so. Whispering, “Shhhh, shhh breathe. You got this. You can take it- hah- you always do, right?” Hips getting just a bit more forceful. A bit more calculated. “You can-” Before that sweet hand on your hair tightens to push you down, hard. “-take it.”
Oh, you should’ve known - should’ve gotten an inkling that the king of curses always gets what he wants. Always.
“Oh my god- oh my god, Kuna! S’so deep-”
A startled smile spreads over Sukuna’s face, eyes widening in surprise. “Ohh, shit. Shit, brat.” He angles his head just right to spy down - just to make sure. “If I knew you felt ngh- th-this good, I’d have done it sooner Much, much sooner.”
But fuck for how cocky he was acting right now, Sukuna was in fucking heaven.
Dipping his head down to hide the blush dusting his cheeks, and that euphoric glint in his eyes, Sukuna starts moving in hurried, methodical little thrusts to squeeze even deeper inside.
“Hngh- it’s- ah- can feel you rubbing up inside me, Kuna.” you whine into his ears, hips bucking up wildly.
“Yeah?” he breathes, but it comes out more wobbly than he intended. Biting his lower lip to keep those loud fucking moans slipping out from the feeling of rubbing against himself and your raw gummy walls and himself. “Y-ya like this? What happened to ‘o-oh s’too big, Kuna’?”
You manage to get out a weak, “F-fuck you.”
“No, brat. I’m fucking you.” Sukuna growls, ramming into you faster. Sloppier. Heavy sets of tight balls stinging your skin, “Both of me.”
God, the stretch was so much, like he was pushing into your lungs. And that thundering thump! thump! thump! of matching sets of veins against your dripping cunt was so sinful that you let his little comment slide. Driving you to insanity.
Instead, your teeth grazes Sukuna’s earlobe to give a soft tug, making him turn his head and look right at your fucked-out face.
His hot breath fans your face, “What, brat? Can’t talk? Or is it that you want-” He catches your ravaged clit between two fingers again, rolling languidly. “-her to talk?”
And God, if it was double the stretch on your too-tight cunt, then Sukuna was determined to make sure it was double the pleasure for you.
His fingers just so frenzied on your clit, rubbing tight, messy patterns - not even circles anymore because fuck Sukuna was too impatient, too depraved for that right now. Swollen cocks sliding in and out with reckless abandon, getting easier and easier with each glossy sheen of your sweet sweet juices all over them. Massaging all those sensitive spots he’s mapped out so well to hit his end goal - your poor, ravaged g-spot. Hitting it over and over and over and-
“Kuna!” you scramble for the sheets, the headrest, his shoulders - just anything to keep whatever’s left of your sanity. Sobbing out, “I-I’m close- ngh ah! I’m so close.”
“Close, hah?” you hear from above you, the last thing before the smacking of skin-on-skin becomes almost deafening. Coupled with Sukuna’s strained groans, now unable to hold them back with each time he’s kissing your cervix - your g-spot. “Then cum. Cum all over my cocks, brat.”
Hips stuttering as they get harsher with purpose. Violent, even - having to rest a hand on top of your head to keep your body from being jolted too far up the bed.
So it only makes sense that your orgasm was the same. You’re screaming out Sukuna’s name, body bowing into his vice-like grip. Dripping cunt trying desperately to milk him so tight.
It was too much.
Your poor pussy was overfilled to the brim with each and every spurt of Sukuna’s hot cum, thick, white globs that dribble down your thighs. Filling you up so much you think you could explode and- “Aww look at you.” Sukuna coos, thumbing apart your pussy lips to watch her soak in his never ending cum. “Wonder if she can take another load?”
♡ GOJO SATORU - Experiment…
The great Gojo Satoru is many things - powerful, complex, a pain-in-the-ass to most - but being hesitant to experiment is decidedly not one of these things.
Which is what found you splayed out underneath him, brows furrowed, legs trembling while he drags his weeping tip up and down your puffy folds. Just dipping between your lips, pooling your sweet sweet juices on his head - up and down up and down up and-
“Toru.” your deadpan voice cuts through his fun, hips arching off the bed impatiently. “S’not gonna work.”
Gojo sticks his tongue out with all the maturity he could muster up, “It will, sweetheart, just watch.”
“Will not.”
“Will too.”
“Will-” you cut yourself off in frustration, “You’re just all talk-”
Whatever insult on the tip of your tongue - along with all the air in your lungs - is knocked out by Gojo finally pushing in. Finally stretching out your sloppy hole on his thick mushroom tip, all stuttering and clenching in an effort to accommodate him.
He groans, cheeks flushing because fuck maybe this’ll be harder than he thought. “S’gonna work- if I can concen- ohh fuck don’t squeeze me that way- if I can get limitless to- no more late-night convenience store runs.”
But oh right now the only thing on Gojo’s mind was that maybe you two were better off with walking the two blocks down to buy condoms - because he could feel his limitless slowly thinning out with each inch he sinks into your snug cunt. Slowly waning - much like his fucking sanity.
“Toru!” you squeal when it’s like something snaps. That little glow in your boyfriend’s eyes dims as his entire body stiffens, breath hitching in his throat, and his cock- oh his aching, rock-hard cock - so warm and just throbbing so rapidly against your walls in a beat that matches your own. You could feel him all the way in your stomach. “D-did it work?”
Something is whispered into the crook of your neck - and you’re craning your head closer to understand. “What?”
There it is again.
This time, however, you pull Gojo from his safe haven, tugging admonishingly on those soft, white locks. All the while murmuring, “Use your- oh.”
Oh.
Fuck.
Gojo’s eyes were half-lidded, pupils blown. So utterly wrecked when his aching cock grows even larger inside you, stretching you to your limits. Such a delicate pink blush decorating his cheeks, dusting over those plump, parted lips, ones which wobble and gape open noiselessly a few times before he manages out, “D-didn’t work.”
And fuck then it was like a dam had broken.
Because Gojo’s previously stalled hips were moving now - grinding forward slowly, deliciously. Only growing girthier - so unfairly so - with each movement.
Two large hands coming up to paw and knead your ass to keep you still while he begins fucking you into the mattress.
Letting out whiny, bewildered moans - as if Gojo himself couldn’t believe what was happening - “Didn’t work.” He repeats, like a mantra. “Didn’t work didn’t work didn’t- didn’t work- hah- n’ I don’t regret it one bit.”
“H-hah?” you whimper, “So you’re-”
“Yes.” Gojo interjects, and if you were in any better state of mind you’d have told him off for interrupting you. But oh how could you when he was reeling his hips back, back, back, just kissing your sloppy entrance with his leaky tip - before splitting you apart all over again. “Yes yes yes- oh yes. M’feeling you- all of you. Why the fuck didn’t you t-tell me you were so ngh-” Long fingers graze over your pulsing clit, making him all but scream in pleasure when you clamp down. Hard. “-heavenly!”
Fuck you weren’t making it out alive - and he wasn’t either.
And he sounded so genuinely upset - how were you this warm? This dripping wet all around him? Hell, Gojo thinks he’s soaked all the way down to his heavy balls already.
“Soaked?” your eyes widen when Gojo gives you a shocked laugh - fuck, has he finally lost whatever sanity he had left?
“Mhm.” he nods, a familiar glint of madness in those summer blue eyes. Breathy, pussydrunk little ministration matching his words, “Soaked. Absolutely fucking hah- soaked. Me. Me me me- s’me-” Gojo spits into his open palm, once. Twice. Before smearing the mess down his length, making it easier for him to slide in and out of your needy cunt, “-not some stupid little piece of plastic. Oh, m’never buying those again-”
He was fucking you so needy.
Just ramming his cock into you as he pleased, hitting all your most sensitive spots - your cervix, your g-spot, tugging at your clit. Having the bed frame and you making such loud noises every time his thick tip was gliding across your gummy walls, matching with the tempo of his fingers.
“It feel so- good, Toru.” you whine. Hips stuttering forwards, making the most lewd of squelches as you try to meet Gojo’s fast, utterly wild pace. “Fuck fuck fuck- oh.”
“Yeah? My baby likes ngh- taking me in r-raw.” you smile when you catch the way Gojo’s face flushes as his voice cracks on that last word - like he still couldn’t believe it himself.
Though, he didn’t like that quite as much as you.
“Huh? Laughing at me? M’gonna ngh- you lil’ minx. M’gonna give you something to laugh about.” Each word punctuated by a mean thrust, and if you were in any better state of mind, you’d have caught the way Gojo’s eyes glowed ever-so-slightly. Tiny pricks of purple lightning dancing across his bare skin, “Because practice makes perfect, right, sweetheart?”
A/N. I’m ngl Gojo’s one was just me wondering how far limitless really went sooo there ya go.
🏐 "𝑺𝑼𝑲𝑼𝑵𝑨 𝑹𝒀𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑵," ◦ ₊ㅤ ﹙ nsfw sukuna catches you watching porn ꗃ .. smut mdni ꒰ ୨୧ ꒱ mina says reupload from toruzip ⁀ ˳ ⟡
You had recently began to become insecure about your sex life with your boyfriend, Sukuna.
He was your first, and you planned for him to be your only… the only problem was how vanilla the sex you two had was. You liked the sex, you liked him taking care of you, making you giggle and squirm as he treated you like the most fragile thing in his life. Something to be cherished, not to be fucked and thrown around. Though, from what you had heard from all of Sukuna’s past lovers… was that he was supposed to be mean in bed, manhandle you, spit in your mouth and tell you to just shut up and take his cock.
He never did any of that with you—so you were just left to assume that he didn’t think you could take it. That he would eventually grow tired of having to deal with plain, boring sex with plain, boring inexperienced you, and leave you for someone better.
It ate you from the inside out until you finally gave in.
Typing up “porn” on your laptop in the living room of your shared apartment when Sukuna was out with his friends was not something you ever thought you’d do in a million years. Your hands and knees were trembling with nervousness, face set in a determined glare, but your bottom lip quivering gave away your nervousness.
Oh my god. What the fuck were you doing?
The first video was lewd, there was no denying it. Even as you tried to rationalise in your brain how ‘informational’ it could be, it was just some woman being fucked for views. Nothing romantic about it, there was even comments… mostly by incel men. Exaggerated moans, the loud crackling of the man’s hand slapping against the woman’s ass… your face gave away how obviously you didn’t want this. Mouth agape, eyebrows furrowed and tense, upper lip curled in disgust.
“Uhm… okay. Onto the next one..” you huffed and looked away to give the ghost in the corner of the room an “are you seeing this bullshit?” Look.
The second video was much more different, and made your clammy hands relax their intense grip on your fuzzy pink glitter pen. A woman, just riding her husband. Keeping him tied to the bed in those fuzzy handcuffs and all, while he kept moaning something about being a good boy. It felt much more intimate, making something inside you throbbing a little.
You swallowed the lump in your throat and scribbled down notes, actually taking into consideration what Sukuna might prefer in bed. Maybe he’d like to see you take control, moan his name like the woman, talk dirty things about his—the door clicked softly, disrupting your focus, as a very confused Sukuna walked into the apartment.
Shit.
Sukuna had been home earlier than expected, sighing tired and soft as he was already thinking about melting into your arms… until he heard moaning. And he knew damn well those moans weren’t coming from you.
I mean— he did have a flicker of a thought pass by his brain about you cheating, but then remembered how you had waited an entire week to gather up the courage to hold his hand and the thought was quickly disregarded.
Psh. You? Cheating? You glared at every man that even tried to talk to you, as if they had made a mistake by even daring to enter your space.
You slammed your laptop shut and sent your note pad flying across the room in a hurry, rushing to erase all evidence of what you had been doing when your eyes met Sukuna’s narrowed pink ones. Freezing in the act, your arm still outstretched to where you had thrown the notepad. Flustered, and a little disheveled and you tried to act innocent, muttering a “h-hi ‘kuna..” while busying your hands with fixing the pillows.
Sukuna found the room empty except for the flustered, blushing woman he loved more than anything. His brows furrowed in confusion when his eyes trailed across the room to notice the laptop shut, and your glittery pen and notepad thrown out hazardously on the floor near a potted plant. His eyes narrowed further, a long sigh passing through his nostrils when his pupils slowly trailed back to you.
You blinked at him innocently, playing up the oblivious act to a 100, despite the heat you felt all over your face and just how much you just knew you were absolutely screwed. You swallowed, acting as if you hadn’t just been watching porn seconds before. You mumbled a terrible lie, shifting uncomfortably on the sofa, “I was just.. working on my assignment for bio,” you nodded at your very very bad lie.
Sukuna's eyes narrowed as he took a few steps towards you, his gaze darting between your flushed face, the closed laptop, and the notepad lying haphazardly on the floor. He knew something was up, knew that you were hiding something from him. The way you shifted uncomfortably on the sofa, the way you avoided his gaze... it was all so fucking telling.
You were never a good liar, were you?
“Working on your assignment, huh?” he drawled, his deep voice tinged with a hint of skepticism as he crossed his arms over his muscular chest. “Funny, I could've sworn I heard some pretty loud ass moans coming from in here… sounded nothing like you typing away on a laptop.”
He took another step closer to you, his tall frame looming over your smaller one as he bent over his hips slightly. He could feel the way your breathing had quickened, the way your chest was rising and falling quickly beneath your shirt.
“Come on, baby,” he coaxed, his voice softening slightly as he reached out to tip your chin up with his fingers, forcing you to meet his gaze. “You don't need to lie to me, sweetheart. I know something's up. What were you really doing before I got home?” He asked. His tone was gentle, but you knew better than to lie to him and potentially make him mad.
Last time that had happened you found yourself sentenced to sleeping alone on the couch, while a pouty sukuna was sleeping alone in your bedroom.
He could see the hesitation in your eyes, the way you bit down on your plump bottom lip nervously. He wanted to lean down and pull it between his teeth, to bite it gently as he kissed you. But he held back. He wasn’t gonna fuck you just yet, he had to figure out what the hell those moans were first.
He knew he had to tread carefully here, had to find the right balance between being understanding and being demanding. He didn't want to make you feel bad for exploring your own desires and curiosities, but he also needed to know that you trusted him enough to say ‘sukuna I was watching porn!’ So he could applaud you before dragging your ass to the bedroom.
You whined before making him sit on the couch right next to you, plopping him down comfortably on the soft futon, before you got up and picked up your note pad with the neatly written notes from the floor. Walking back to him with trembling steps you plopped comfortably down on his lap, sighing softly and showing him what you had been doing.
Your handwriting was cute and neat as always, with the cute little drawing on the side, despite how lewd the words were. “The video showed the wife teasing her husband before sex with something called a strip tease? I don’t know what that is but I’ll try it for Sukuna!” Sukuna read one of the dot points aloud, as you sighed wearily and defeated, completely embarrassed.
Your brain was already planning your funeral.
You opened your laptop, about to explain to him what you had been watching before the loud lewd sounds of moaning bursted out from your laptop. You quickly jumped out of sukuna’s lap to shut down the porn video that you were ‘learning’ from.
“I don’t-.. watch anything like that for my free time usually, by the way..” You mumbled embarrassed and shy.
Sukuna's eyes had widened in surprise as he scanned over the notes scribbled in your neat handwriting. He couldn't help but let out a small snort, looking away to try and stifle his laughter.
“Hey! I can see you laughing at meeee!” You whined and punched and slapped at his chest, gently enough to not hurt him.
While he took in the lewd words and the cute little doodle of a woman on top of a man with both of them having dumb little smiley faces . Fuck, the way you had written out your little to-do list, complete with hearts and silly faces next to each point… as if all the words weren’t the most pornographic descriptions ever.
“A strip tease, huh?” he murmured, his deep voice a low, teasing rumble as he looked up at you with a smug smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. ”Baby, you don't need to learn how to tease me. I'm already putty in your fucking hands.” He said, already making you weak in the knees from just that smirk of his.
He reached out and took your hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze as he pulled you down onto his lap. He loved the feeling of your soft, plump ass pressing against his thighs, loved the way your small frame fit so perfectly in his larger one.
“But if you want to practice fucking with me in allll different types of positions, I'm more than happy to let you,” he said, his voice growing thicker with desire as he slid his hands up your sides, his thumbs brushing along the sides of your breasts. Just itching to inch closer to where he could properly pinch and pull. “In fact, I fucking insist on it, baby.” He whispered into your ear. “C’mon, it’ll be fun… practice every new foreplay thing or sex position you learn. Only on me.”
He could see the embarrassment in your eyes, when you blurted out a “huh?” He could feel the way you squirmed shyly in his lap. But fuck, he loved that you were trying to learn how to please him, loved that you wanted to make him feel good in every way possible. It just showed how much you cared for him, how deeply you loved him.
“I’m not gonna judge you for watching porn baby, but I’d rather you to just watch the tapes we’ve filmed” he breathed out a little hazy, already imagining all the filthy things you’d discover on your own and try with him for the first time.
You whined to him, grumbling at his last words and narrowing your eyes onto his pink ones. “I didn’t watch porn because I was horny or anything.. I have you to help me if I feel like that anytime..” you admitted to him pouty before sighing and looking away. You hesitated before whining again and letting your insecurities spill.
“I just feel like you won’t love me as much if I keep being boring in bed..”
Sukuna raised an eyebrow before pulling you closer again and narrowing his eyes, his rough fingers gripping your chin and making you face him. His glare made something inside you ignite, something between your legs throb a little. “Don’t you dare call my girlfriend boring. Do you even know how fucking hard I am right now? Just from you sitting in my lap?”
He couldn’t have his girlfriend (whom he loved very much) doubting her worth. In fact, he’d fuck those worries out of you.
Right now.
The next thing you knew was that you were dumbly whining into the mattress, ass up as he had a large hand pushing your face down, pounding into you. You didn’t need to watch porn or anything to please him.
You were already doing such a good job already! Squeezing him… squirting everywhere… drooling into the pillow.
Sukuna groaned loudly, his deep voice a low, animalistic rumble as he pistoned his hips forward, driving his thick cock deep into your tight, wet pussy. He could feel your silky walls clenching around him, gripping him like a tight glove as he fucked into you hard and fast, just the way he knew you needed it.
“F-fuck fuck fuck, baby, you feel so fucking incredible,” he grunted, his hot breath fanning over the back of your neck as he leaned down to growl filthy praise into your ear.
”So perfect, like you were made just for taking my fucking cock…”
He slid a hand up your arched back, his long fingers splaying out over the smooth skin of your shoulder blades before he pushed you down harder into the mattress. He loved seeing you like this, loved the way your ass jutted up and out, the perfect target for his hard thrusts. He could see your tits squishing against the pillow, could hear the way you whimpered and mewled with every slam of his hips against your plump ass.
“You don’t—shit… fucking need to learn a goddamn thing from porn, sweetheart,“ he panted, his voice strained with pleasure as he fucked you harder, faster, spurred on by the feeling of your slick walls squeezing him so fucking tightly. “Y-you're a fucking natural, b-baby. The way you fucking squeeze me—oh shit you’re so tight… the way you squirt all over my fucking cock... fuck, it's so fucking good, sweetheart.”
He could feel your thighs trembling beneath him, could sense that you were getting close. He knew all the signs, knew every little sound and shiver that meant you were getting closer and closer to your orgasm.
He was a good boyfriend. He always put your pleasure before his.
“That's it, baby.. f-fucking take it,” he commanded, his hips slamming against your ass with brutal force as he fucked you into the mattress. “Take my cock like the good slut you are. Fucking soak my dick with your sweet cum, baby…”
Maybe… you should’ve just stuck with the vanilla sex.
You and Toji were never intimate in bed, wanting to take things slow despite the constant sharing of nudes and groping. You thought you could handle it, the steadiness of a “healthy” relationship. But insecurity hits you every time you remember that he’s extremely experienced to the point that you believed he wasn’t attracted to your body.
So, you finally complained.
Toji soon became addicted to slapping your face with his dick. It's the oddest thing that he had ever got off on, but watching his pre cum shoot out as he slapped his cock against your cheek had him seeing stars. “Open up sweet cheeks.” His scarred lips grew into a grin when your pretty mouth opened up for him, sticking out your tongue.
“Atta girl.” He gave a few playful smacks on your tongue with his tip, thrusting in without a warning. You immediately gagged at the sheer size of him, whines being muffled. “Keep gaggin’ like that doll, let me feel that tight ass throat of yours.”
His dark eyes darted down to the drool dripping down your chin, humming as he practically fucked your mouth. Your eyes began to tear up, feeling the need to puke. Toji thankfully pulled out with a wet pop just in time before things got icky. His pre mixed with your saliva created a thin string connecting his tip and your lips. Toji’s hand moved from the back of your head to wrap around his base, dragging it over your face. With a grunt, white ropes of cum land on your face.
“You want it?” His chest rose fast with each breath, feeling himself harden again at the sight of you licking your white stained lips.
Your eyes met his, nodding desperately. Toji cocked his head to the side, raising his brow.
“Where?”
If you could barely fit him in your mouth, imagine the struggle of fitting him in your cunt. After using up an entire bottle of lube, his cock pistoned into you, reaching places you didn’t know could be reached. “Can you feel me in your tummy, doll?” He chuckled, forcing your hand on your stomach to feel the bulge.
“Hurts..!”
“But you like it don’t you?” His sweat dripped down his toned body, disappearing into his untamed bush. At your silence, Toji frowned, slipping out of you. “Asked you a question.” His tip teased at your entrance, pushing against it but not enough to enter.
It was true, but you but you swore his dick wasn't this big in the nudes he'd send you after a gym workout.
You whined out of frustration. “Yes! I like it! So much, I like it so much!”
Toji smiled, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Thought son,” He leaned back, admiring your pretty face all while his dick slid right back in. “Pretty girl didn’t think I got horny over her.. Ya didn’t know how hard I got to the idea of this pussy?”
His past relationships were full of sex, and he wanted to have a change with you because you were the first woman in his life that he actually cared for. He tried so hard, hiding away boners and doing quickies in the bathroom even at the sight of you sleeping.
“You’re doing so well.” He praised, wiping away tears that left those eyes he loved so much. His thrusts came to a stop when the sound of latex ripping caught the attention of both of you. Toji groaned, slipping out of you once again, making you feel empty. "Ji’.."
"Shut up." He groaned, noticing that the condom broke. "Fuck, knew these weren't my size." His attention diverted to you desperately trying to grind on his thigh. "You still want it? God, you fuckin' slut, you want my dick?"
You nodded repeatedly.
Toji tugged off the protection, slapping the head of his length onto your soaking cunt again. "... I'm not pulling out." He warned. "So don't." You whispered back, rubbing your tears away from your flushed cheeks. "Want a kid with you 'Ji"
"Fuck don't say that.." His voice was deep, slowly sinking back into you. "You gonna make me breed this pussy on our first fuck?" He leaned forward to peck your lips gently, beginning to move. "Want me to make ya a mama?.."
You could feel yourself get more wet at the thought and he noticed right away no thanks to the loud squelch that left your hole. “Please!”
"Yeahhh, I’ll make ya one.." He coo’ed, picking up his pace as it was before, making you arch your back. "Breed the fuck out of you."
It happened every time Sukuna would nap, his stomach mouth would awaken like another whole entity itself and start talking to you, somehow sensing your presence every time.
Its voice, deeper than Sukuna’s yet still extremely similar, drawled out slowly. “I have always wondered what you’d taste like, woman.”
Your throat bobs nervously. “Can’t you taste things from both mouths?”
He hummed ‘no’, lip twitching up into a smirk. “Care to appease my wishes? I can already feel you throbbing on my thigh.”
You shift upon Sukuna’s lap, the man himself still deep in sleep. He remained with his eyelids fluttered closed as you slipped off the silk robe you were wearing and discarded your underwear, slowly shuffling up his abdomen until you were hovering over the stomach mouth.
“Don’t leave a starved man waiting,” the stomach growled beneath you, breath touching in between your legs and making your thighs squeeze against either side of his torso.
Hesitantly, you lowered yourself down until the thick tongue pressed flat against your heat, sinking into your slick and licking a long strip fron your hole to your clit. Your nails dig into your husbands skin immediately, lower lip tucked between your teeth to try and quieten your moans.
“Are- are you sure about this?” You ask tentatively, glancing up at Sukuna sleeping soundly.
“Mmm,” the mouth hums in pleasure. “Very sure.”
You writhed and moaned atop him, head tipping back in ecstasy, any remaining sensibility leaving your brain the second the long, thick tongue delved into your hole and ate you out as if you were its last meal and it was the sweetest thing it had ever tasted.
You’d finished twice already when Sukuna grumbled on the bed, hands twitching and eyes flickering, threatening to open and expose you of your current act. The speed at which you pull off his stomach makes the bed shake violently, throwing the discarded robe over your naked body as quickly as possible.
It’s your erratic movements that causes your husband to fully wake, slipping from unconsciousness and blindly reaching for you. You settle down next to him casually. “I’m here, Ryo.”
“Hm,” he grumbles sleepily. “Did you rest?”
You nod. “Mhm.”
“Good.”
There’s a beat of silence as you both settle down to sleep again.
frat!sukuna who cant keep his mind off of you since that night, the image of you walking into the kitchen, hungover with a dazed expression , dressed in his clothes as he handed you a painkiller and a glass of water.
frat!sukuna who managed to bag your number after a lot of convincing, typing your contact as 'princess' he simply smirked when you scowled at him.
frat!sukuna who starts noticing you more around campus, throwing winks and grins your way when he passes you in the halls, while others gasp and glare at you with envy as you get unwanted attention from the ryomen sukuna himself.
frat!sukuna who keeps constantly texting, asking to take you on a date, expecting an instant yes, but he would be lying if he said his ego wasnt mildly bruised at your sharp rejection, however, he does like a challenge after all, and if that means bagging a baddie like you, so be it.
frat!sukuna who drops you home after class in his sports car when a storm began to pour down, asking for a date on your porch despite your earlier rejects and turn downs, and whilst he may act confident on the outside, deep down his stomach spurs with a hint of nerves. he's never felt this feeling of want so bad, anyway.
frat!sukuna who's eyes glisten with mischief and relief once you give in— you know his reputation, he's a player after all, but the way he looked at you told you this was something more than just a date.
frat!sukuna who picks you up the next day, and is captivated by how stunning you are all dressed up, he shamelessly looks you up and down, before giving a silent nod of approval, taking your hand and leading you into his expensive car.
frat!sukuna who is actually a gentleman at heart, and genuinly fun to go out with. yes, his constant teasing when he caught you staring at his biceps was getting on your nerves, but it also gave you butterlies the way he would lean in to talk, or when he cut you off when you offered to split the bill—he insisted on paying for it all.
frat!sukuna who took you home after ice cream, and not so subtly turned his cheek for a kiss, grinning like a kid in a candy shop when you sighed then pressed your lips against his skin.
frat!sukuna who didnt leave until you allowed him to press kisses onto your knuckles, his eyes glued to yours the whole time before he wishes you goodnight
frat!sukuna who cant keep his eyes off you, even if he were to try.
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・ ꪖ/n : i wrote this during class since my teacher wasn't in im such a delinquent ik ik
I noticed that I haven't drawn Jude for 2 years so I had to draw her again! I really don't know the last time I worked on a single fanart for so long💀 By the way, if you have any suggestions on who I should draw next from the folk of air, please let me know <3
you’re trying to wake him but, but he has other plans | fem!reader, smut & fluff, he's whiny in this
Jason’s got a soft look on his face while he sleeps, lips parted and chest rising and falling peacefully. Nothing like the wild, haunted eyes that meet yours right after patrol. Or the harsh breaths he takes when panic claws through his chest.
This Jason was yours. Untouched by cruel hands and crueler words. Your Jason only knew soft mornings, where sunlight spilled in and your fingers brushed through his unruly dark locks.
You wanted to let him sleep longer. But even more so, you wanted to look into his pretty eyes and see them soften like you were his world.
Which you knew you were.
“Jay,” you whisper.
He was practically on top of you, cheek smushed against your head, muscular arms wound tightly around you as you lay on your back.
It’s suffocating in the best way. For him to be so close to you meant he felt safe.
“Come on, wake up. M'hungry,” you murmur gently.
He groans, moving his head to bury his face in the crook of your neck. One of his hands moves from your waist to your stomach and up to your chest as if making sure you were here.
Your thoughts slide to a halt when you feel his hand cup your boob. Is he—
“Jason?” you try again, weakly. The man was using your boob as a stress ball.
“Five more minutes, sweetheart,” he mumbles and squeezes again. The thin fabric of your shirt does nothing to keep the heat of his touch away.
“Oh, um…” Your cheeks burn.
He lets out another sleepy sigh and mumbles something under his breath. Something that sounds far too much like, “You’re so good to me, baby.”
You close your eyes. He’s definitely having a wet dream.
Muffling a tiny giggle, you shift slightly, trying to wiggle out of his hold. Instead, his grip tightens, keeping you pressed down to the sheets.
He moves then, trying to get even closer, his hard on pressing against your thigh and making him whine.
“Oh my god.” Mouth to the ceiling, a giddy smile on your face.
You reach out to play with his hair. Pausing for a moment, you wonder what he’d do if you tugged on it.
Naturally, you do just that. A tiny groan leaves him, his hips grinding against your thigh. You feel his lips against the curve of your neck, just resting there.
“You’re gonna be so mortified when you wake up,” you mumble, combing his hair back lovingly.
A tiny, soft sigh escapes him, and suddenly you don’t want to wake him.
So you let him sleep, occasionally pressing a kiss to his forehead while he whines and grinds his hard and aching dick against your thigh.
in which the men turn to the AITA subreddit for opinions on their relationship disputes. the comments aren't always the most...supportive
warnings: just fluff and crack, some cursing, some sexual language, prob not the most accurate depiction of reddit (I am not familiar with the platform so I did my best lol), non curse au mostly, NOT PROOFREAD (this was a pain to edit you don't even know so I don't want to hear it)
featuring: Gojo, Geto, Choso, Toji, Nanami, Sukuna
It’s been three hours since it happened, and the fury has yet to subside. If anything, the silence in your shared apartment is making it worse, fanning the flames of your irritation until you feel like a walking, talking inferno. A very pregnant, very uncomfortable inferno.
It started simply enough. You were heading to the kitchen for your fourth glass of water in the last hour – this baby was apparently determined to turn your bladder into its own personal water park. That’s when you caught it: a low chuckle from the living room sofa.
You paused, one hand on your burgeoning belly, the other on the small of your back, trying to alleviate the ever-present ache. “What’s so funny?”
Sukuna’s laughter wasn’t the full-throated, arrogant sound that usually echoed through your home. No, this was a suppressed, wheezing thing, the kind of laugh that happens when you’re trying desperately not to, which only makes it a hundred times worse. He was buried in his phone, but his shoulders were shaking.
“Nothing,” he managed to get out, his voice strained.
You narrowed your eyes. “It doesn’t sound like nothing. What are you laughing at?”
He finally looked up, and that’s when you saw it. The glint of amusement in his crimson eyes, the smirk playing on his lips. He was trying to school his features into something neutral, but he was failing spectacularly.
“It’s just…” He gestured vaguely in your direction. “The way you’re walking.”
The air in the room seemed to crystallize. You could feel your blood pressure skyrocket. “The way I’m walking?” you repeated, your voice dangerously low.
“Yeah,” he said, and the idiot actually chuckled again. “You’re waddling.”
And that was it. The dam of your carefully maintained composure broke.
“Waddling?” you shrieked, and you were vaguely aware that you sounded like a tea kettle reaching its boiling point, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. “I am not waddling! I am carrying your child! A human being! Do you know how much this weighs? It feels like I’m smuggling a watermelon, and you’re over there, laughing at me?”
The smirk on his face finally vanished, replaced by a look of dawning horror. He’d been with you long enough to recognize the signs of an impending hormonal meltdown. He slowly put his phone down, raising his hands in a gesture of surrender.
“Okay, okay, baby, I’m sorry,” he said, his voice placating. “It was a stupid thing to say. You’re not waddling. You’re… gliding. Like a majestic, pregnant swan.”
“A majestic, pregnant swan?” you repeated, your voice dripping with sarcasm. “Do I look like a swan to you, Sukuna? Do I?”
He wisely chose not to answer that question. He stood up, crossing the room in a few long strides, and tried to pull you into his arms. You sidestepped him, your arms crossed over your chest (or, as much as you could with your belly in the way).
“Don’t touch me,” you snapped. “I can’t even look at you right now.”
And that was the crux of the problem, wasn’t it? You were furious with him, so angry you could spit nails, but the thought of actually being away from him was unbearable. Your hormones were a tangled mess of contradictions, and you were just along for the ride.
That’s when the idea struck you. It was brilliant in its absurdity, a perfect solution to your current predicament.
“Go get a paper bag,” you commanded.
Sukuna blinked. “A what?”
“A paper bag,” you repeated, pointing a finger at him. “From the pantry. The big ones we use for recycling. Go get one.”
He looked at you as if you’d grown a second head, but he didn’t argue. He knew better than to argue with you in this state. He disappeared into the kitchen and returned a moment later, holding a large brown paper bag.
“Okay,” he said, holding it out to you. “Now what?”
“Put it on your head,” you said, your voice deadpan.
He stared at you, the bag dangling from his hand. “You’re kidding, right?”
“Do I look like I’m kidding?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.
He sighed, a long-suffering sound that you had become very familiar with over the past few months. He unfolded the bag, and with a final, defeated look in your direction, he pulled it over his head.
And so, here you are, three hours later. Sukuna is sitting on the sofa, a paper bag over his head, and you’re on the armchair opposite him, still fuming. The silence is thick with unspoken words, a testament to the ridiculousness of the situation.
You have to admit, it’s a little hard to stay mad at a man with a paper bag on his head. Every so often, you can hear him sigh, a muffled sound from within his paper prison. You’ve made him cut eyeholes in the bag, so you know he’s watching you, but you refuse to meet his gaze.
“Are you still mad at me?” he asks, his voice distorted by the bag.
“Yes,” you say, your voice clipped.
“It was a joke,” he says, his voice softer now. “A stupid one, I’ll admit. But I didn’t mean anything by it.”
“It wasn’t funny,” you say, your voice wavering slightly. You can feel the tears welling up in your eyes, and you hate it. You hate that you’re so emotional, that you can go from rage to tears in the span of a few seconds.
“I know, baby,” he says, and he sounds genuinely remorseful. “I’m sorry. I really am.”
You sniff, trying to hold back the tears. “You’re just lucky I love you,” you mumble.
“I know,” he says again, and you can hear the smile in his voice, even through the bag. “I’m the luckiest man in the world.”
He stands up and walks over to you, the paper bag rustling with every step. He kneels in front of you, and you can feel his hands on your knees, his touch warm and familiar.
“Can I take this off now?” he asks, his voice a low rumble.
You hesitate for a moment, then nod. He reaches up and pulls the bag off his head, and you’re met with the sight of his handsome face, his eyes soft with affection. He leans in and kisses you, a slow, tender kiss that makes your heart melt.
“I love you,” he murmurs against your lips.
“I love you too,” you say, your voice thick with emotion. “Even if you are an idiot.”
He chuckles, a low, rumbling sound that vibrates through you. “I know,” he says.
And as he pulls you in for another kiss, you know that he’s right. He’s your idiot, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. Even if he does make you want to strangle him sometimes.
an: y'all my favorite influencer is pregnant and i got this idea when i saw her waddle cause its so cute ughhh
