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how you like your men, dominant and submissive

one day toji was fixing your car, for what? no idea but you know he looks good doing it.

“done staring ma?” you snap out of your traze. “wasn’t staring..” “you were, what do you need?” he pulls something and throws it on the ground his eyes looking down at the inside of your car hood.

you shake your head and he smirks, “think someone is calling you” you hum and nod and flee from the scene to the living room.

it’s your best friend, you answer the phone. “hello?” “heyy girl, we still going to that club?” you hum and peak into the garage from the hallway and whisper. “yeah, not that we’re doing anything bad just.. keep it down.” you chuckle nervously. “toji gets jealous sometimes.. though it’s totally hot-“ “totally not.”

you scoff and roll your eyes. “whatever, it makes it harder for me to go out to party-“ “party?” you groan and hang up when you hear a deep voice, obviously from your fiancé toji.

“no..” he raises his eyebrow and walks up to you and plops down on the couch with a squeak looking up at you. “you leaving me baby?” he squints his eyes his voice deep, his lips poked out, not mad but controlled, he looks so—

you quickly shake your head then he pats his lap and you sit on one thick thigh. his hands rest on your waist “so why you going to a party, ‘n you not telling me bout it?” he looks at you up and down, slowly.

you wince and shrink down, your shoulders tense. “relax ma, I ain’t mad just disappointed.” you look into his eyes, then put your finger on his chin tilting his head up he’s smiling, black marks on his stretched out tank top which absolutely makes him reek of gasoline and on top of that he’s all sweaty. “why do you look so… good.” he smirks and raises eyebrow “what?” “like so.. attractive, when your being assertive, or.. or even fixing my broken down car.”

he scoffs and chuckles and then kisses your collarbone. wrapping your legs around his waist he puts his big rough hands around the nape of your neck pulling you down. your eyes shift quickly, though you’ve been together for over 5 years you still get so nervous.

“because.. I’m toji.” he winks and pulls you in for a kiss his other hand on your waist squeezing. you breathe heavier as he doesn’t let you pull back for air.

your lips sliding off of each other he tilts his head giving him more room to play with you. this kiss feels more like a punishment then just passion, even though his kisses are always so damn passionate.

you whimper and he slows down letting you adjust, making you think that you have control, your nails find his shoulders to dig your nails as you push yourself up further on his lap. he slips his tongue through your already swollen lips, sucking harder he wraps his tongue around yours perfectly not rushed, pulling but definitely not to hard.

your hands wrap his neck feeling his veiny muscular neck, that alone makes you moan. finally he pulls back with a loud pop! and a string of saliva following right after. you gasp for air and breathe heavily “f..fuck” your at a lost of words

“still wanna go to that party?”

you look down and shake your head, he smirks and you nuzzle your face in his neck while he’s rubbing your back. “text her and tell her that then.”

just how you like your men, dominant and submissive.

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moviecritc

shoko ieiri knows a way for your period to go away faster ꒰ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

cw: mdni, clit play, overstimulation, period sex

She finds you on the verge of dying in the couch, with an empty tub of strawberry ice cream and a half-eaten sandwich. You're watching the last season of Community, because you were in the mood of something slightly nostalgic, but your pillow was wet with tears after any minor thing.

"The fuck is happening with you?" she asks, stopping right in front of you.

You clutch your stomach in pain, whining and twisting. That's enough for her to realize what's happening with you.

"You know, I read somewhere that if you get in the bathtub and have six clitoral orgasms and after every orgasm you cover and blow your nose, apparently your period lasts like... two days."

dolcemisu

gojo asks you to marry him … mid-sex ?!

the last position you’d expect a marriage proposal in was a mating press. gojo was balls deep inside, bullying your velvet walls with each stroke, but still somehow absolutely wrecked as he moved his hips.

“jesus christ, so tight, fuck,” he panted. his pupils were blown and his hair was mused. he twitched inside of you again at the sight of you underneath him. he thought you looked beautiful all fucked out all for him. he was giving all of himself to you, that was obvious enough. aside from the fact he was splitting you open with his cock, and his tip was kissing your cervix each time he bottomed out, he also kissed you like you were his last breath. he still whispered to you in a soft voice about how you beautiful you looked underneath him. how you were his everything. those should have been signs, yes, but he has always been smitten with you… so smitten that the idiot couldn’t wait to get down on one knee.

“i think about it—shit—every day,” he murmured. your walls hugged him tightly and he let out a low groan. the pleasure building in your stomach made you squirm. you arched your back every time your bodies became one again, saying his name like a prayer. his comment almost flew over your head. he was fucking you so good you almost forgot to ask him what he was droning on about.

“huh..? think about what?”

satoru cursed under his breath as your fluttered around him once more. “about being with you... forever and ever,” he exhaled, somehow reaching even deeper than before. you gasped, the feeling of him nested so deeply inside your cunt throwing you off guard. the drag of his cock against your walls caused you to whimper his name. the broken cries spilling from your lips was enough for satoru to come right there and then. already burying you to the hilt, satoru let go: shooting thick ropes of come deep inside your cunt, his chest heaved as he caught his breath. you followed soon after, orgasm crashing over you. you whispered satoru’s name as you came down from your high. you closed your eyes and relaxed. satoru rolled over beside you and did the same.

after a beat, he finally dropped the bomb: “i just wanna marry you,” he said quietly. you froze, now very much alert.

“i was supposed to wait until i set up a dinner and did it properly, but i was just so dee—”

“satoru!”

“er…i just got lost in the moment… either way, that’s how i feel.” he turned his head to face you, cerulean eyes now glossy. was he tearing up? you reached over and cupped his face gently, face breaking into a grin.

“of course i’ll marry you, don’t cry.”

his jaw dropped at that. “i am not crying.”

“you were totally going to,” you teased, “what? did you think i’d say no?”

satoru went quiet. his eyes darted away from yours, causing your heart to sink. the silence was deafening. never in a million years would you ever say no to him. he was your world.

“hey,” you whispered. “look at me.”

he slowly lifted his eyes to meet your own and your heart shattered once more. under the pale moonlight, his sad eyes looked even more dull. his uncertainty was a heavy weight that you wanted to relieve him of. he was his most vulnerable right now. he trusted you, and only you to see like this. to have him like this.

you pressed your lips in a firm line. “satoru, it’s a yes. a yes every time, in every universe, in every lifetime. i’m yours forever.” and with that, satoru's eyes shone again like they always have. well, at least they did when he was looking at you.

theorphicangel

part three ex!husband sukuna and reader, reader overthinks sukuna's words and reaches out...finally.

a note from angel: i didn't expect this series to blow up like this but i'm so happy and grateful for everyone who is reading this series and i'm glad ur enjoying it!! there's a lot i want to unpack between these two so please stay tuned!!

part one | part two

the bar's busy for a usual saturday night but you and the girls have just managed to find a spot for yourselves. you, shoko and utahime are the only ones who have successfully made it out tonight.

the good thing about being a trio is that you can choose to zone out whilst shoko and utahime make conversation between themselves. nursing your third long island iced tea, you soon learn that your silence won't be for long because fortunately these women know you well enough to pick up on the fact that something is wrong.

"Are you okay girl? you seem out of it" shoko comments, turning her attention on you.

"is sukuna giving you hell again?" utahime chimes in, her straw stirring her own drink. the two of them know all of the ups and down of your relationship with sukuna and these were the two friends who stuck by closest to you whilst you were going through your divorce.

"no..." you begin but from the faces from the girls, it's obvious that you're not telling the whole truth. "okay maybe," you refine, "i'll start from the beginning."

theorphicangel

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yut2achoya

picking up your drunk ex.ᐟsukuna from the bar because you’re still his emergency contact.

cw: mdni. explicit sexual content (he is sober). plot-heavy, alcohol mention, angst, lowkey long asf, vertical prone bone, domdaddy!kuna.

you wrinkle your nose at the distinctive smell of tap beer as you push through the double doors to the bar. the lights are dim, the bar packed with groups and couples of people chatting noisily. a few rowdy men cheer at the tv screen that’s airing a soccer match.

you’d really have rather been anywhere other than here on a friday evening after a long day at work, but you were already on your way out of the office when you got the call. you frowned at the contact, mildly surprised. mostly confused.

for a whole, blissful month, you’d successfully avoided sukuna following the kitchen counter incident, for very good reason—and you weren’t exactly expecting a call any time soon.

“hello?”

“hello,” a voice had said back that was definitely not your ex’s. “uh, are you this guy’s girlfriend.”

you stopped in your path, planted a hand on your hip. “who’s speaking?”

“i work at the bar on king’s street. uh…this dude is pretty plastered. we stopped serving him an hour ago, but he won’t leave. just keeps saying he misses his girlfriend.”

“okay…” you pressed your lips together. “well, you’ve got the wrong number, i’m not his girlfriend. buh-bye—”

“hold on!” the bartender called out before you got to cut the line. “we’ll kinda need you to come pick him up, ‘cause you’re the one he has down as his emergency contact.”

you closed your eyes, fingers coming up to pinch the bridge of your nose.

which is how you find yourself in the bar in your office skirt and blouse, gaze scanning over the crowd until they land on a certain someone.

your ex isn’t exactly easy to hide. you can see his broad back even from a distance, bulking frame balancing on a barstool, hunched over the bar with his head in his hands.

you sigh through your nose before you walk through the crowd towards him. jab him in the shoulder with your almond shaped nail. he doesn’t flinch. doesn’t look up, not even after the second time.

“ryomen,” you say, voice flat.

at first you think he’s going to ignore you again. but then he lifts his head from his hands ever so slightly, like he’s trying to figure out if he heard correctly. he looks up slowly out of the corner of one crimson eye.

when he sees you with the look of an unimpressed mother, his features soften ever so slightly, brows raising with a flicker of surprise. then he looks up fully. manually pulls his brows back down into his signature smoulder.

“what are you doing here?” he husks quietly, but his deep voice carries over all the noise. it always has.

you press your lips together in a sardonic smile. “picking your drunk ass up. let’s go.”

you go to turn on your heels, but a large hand wraps around your wrist. you stop. look down at it.

when he doesn’t let up, you turn your gaze up to sukuna. his lips are parted around words he can’t seem to spit out. it’s unlike him, but so is getting drunk as fuck at a bar. alone, and on a weekday.

you guess you don’t know him as well as you used to.

when he seems to have nothing to say, you slip your hand free of his grip. turn on your heels again and make your way back through the crowd to the exit.

you don’t need to look back to know he’s following. you hear the bar door close for a second time while you focus on clearing the sidewalk as quickly as possible to get back to your car that you’ve parked around the corner.

you’re clicking in your seatbelt when the passenger door opens. he’s never been in this car. his scent quickly fills the small space, mixed with the liquor on his breath, and it makes you feel woozy.

“i’ll take you to your girlfriend’s house,” you mumble as you pull away from the curb.

he’s facing the window, forehead pressed against the glass, so you almost don’t hear him when he says, “she’s not my girlfriend anymore.”

you glance at your ex. quickly flick your eyes back to the road.

“what the f—?” you frown. “what do you mean?”

you see his head shift to face you in your peripheral. his voice is clearer when he speaks again.

“that was a complete sentence. i won’t repeat myself, woman.”

you contemplate pulling over and kicking his ungrateful ass out of your car. instead, you run your tongue along your top row of teeth.

“where the fuck am i supposed to take you then, kuna?” you huff. “your apartment is across town. it’s almost midnight.”

the asshole simply hums. you know he’s shrugged his shoulders without even looking. and then he leans his head back against the window.

you continue driving in silence, weighing up your options. you could call your best friend, except, you weren’t exactly sure you were best friends anymore. you hadn’t spoken since brunch that day, neither of you reaching out to the other. she hadn’t even told you about her breakup.

although, you aren’t all that surprised. since she was dating your ex. your ex who you’d hooked up with on her kitchen counter while they were together.

you shake your head as if to rid yourself of the memory. you wondered if that’s why they had broken up—it would make sense, and you definitely deserved her silence.

the radio hums while you weigh up your options: drive two hours across town and back to bring this fuckhead home, or bring him to your home.

you suck in a long, long breath, before flicking on your left indicator.

it’s fifteen minutes later that you thump kuna in the chest. he opens his eyes way too easily for someone that was just dead asleep. you always found that creepy.

“get out the car,” you order, before pushing your own door open and slamming it shut behind you.

once again, you don’t turn around, or hang back to help. you enter your apartment building and barely hold the door open behind you. walk up the flight of stairs to your apartment. it’s when you stop hearing his footsteps that you peek over your shoulder.

he’s slumped down on the second to top step, head in his hands again, body tilting to the side. and tilting.

you have to lunge forward to catch him before he topples over and takes a bumpy trip back down the stairs. you curse under your breath, sling his thick arm around his shoulder and put every leg day ever to the test as you attempt to lift your ex boyfriend off the ground.

his body is heavier than your deadlift pr, and you barely make it to your front door. when you push the key and twist, you both topple inside.

“fucking asshole,” you hiss, untangling your limbs from his and push yourself to your feet.

you lock the front door, and entirely plan on leaving him passed out in the hallway.

you’re unsure why you decide to drag his ass to the couch, but you do. take one last look at him, sprawled out and breathing steadily, before you retire to your bedroom.

the smell of breakfast foods wakes your brain before your body has fully caught up. you stumble out of bed wearing the t-shirt and panties you’d thrown on last night after your shower, feet shuffling out of the door towards the smell.

when you see the hulking frame bent over your kitchen counter, your first thought is that you’re being burgled, and that the burglar is helping himself to your groceries. but after you blink the sleepy haze out of your eyes, you realise the reality is worse.

you kinda would’ve preferred the burglar.

“what are you doing in my kitchen—” you take in his attire, or lack there of. “…naked?”

sukuna tuts, but doesn’t look up, pink hair falling over his forehead while he taps cinnamon sugar over a stack of french toast. your favourite. except, he’s wearing nothing but tight black boxer shorts.

“you threw out all of the clothes you kept for me in the guest room,” he says casually, back muscles flexing as he slices strawberries. “i had nothing to wear after my shower.”

you cross your arms over you chest. “y’know, it’s rude to make yourself comfortable in someone’s house without asking.

sukuna glances up with low, crimson eyes. “don’t be ridiculous,” he murmurs. “you’re far from just ‘somebody’ to me.”

you hum, noncommittal, and walk over to your breakfast bar. you lean against it and wonder how the hell you ended up like this. sukuna navigating your kitchen hardly dressed and with heart wrenching familiarity, just like old times.

you wonder if he’s thinking the same thing when he glances up at you again.

he slides a plate across bar in front of you. you hold his eyes for a moment before dropping them down, and picking up your cutlery. the toast is good, obviously. he knows how you like it. he knows almost everything about you.

it’s something you’re terribly aware of, the same way you’re aware of every movement he makes in your space. the way he moves around while he washes the dishes. he dries off his hands. picks up a coffee mug and leans against the counter.

you pause, fork halfway to your mouth. you’re about to ask him where his plate is, but remember he doesn’t do breakfast this early.

you lick cinnamon sugar of your lower lip before you speak. “why were you drinking alone?”

kuna studies your face, his own expressionless. somehow, he manages to read between the very fine lines of your indirect question. why did your relationship with my best friend end?

“she wasn’t comfortable with my alleged ‘closeness’ to my ex,” he deadpans.

you scoff. he only has one ex.

“i’d hardly call us close,” you mumble, cutting your food into bites to avoid his harsh gaze.

“no?” he asks, placing his mug down. “what would you call it, y/n?”

you roll your eyes, entirely over the conversation. you take a bite of toast to give yourself an out.

sukuna doesn’t let you get off so easily.

“she thinks we still have feelings for each other,” he continues. your heart drops ever so slightly. “do you think that’s true?”

you shake your head. “let’s not do this, ryo.”

“we don’t have to do this, pet,” he says, hand trailing the counter as he walks around it. your heart begins to race in your chest. “tell me you feel nothing for me and i’ll walk out of that door right now.”

you drop your cutlery, and it clatters noisily onto the counter. the fork slips off onto the ground. you try to open your mouth to the say the words, but when the heat of his body warms you from behind, you can’t seem to find them.

you feel him brush your hair away from your shoulder, watch his shadow in front of you completely swallow your own.

“cat got your tongue, princess?” he murmurs, voice too close to your ear. your eyes flutter shut.

“ryo, please,” you whisper, hands white-knuckling the marble, trying to ignore the unwanted growing heat between your legs.

he wraps your hair around his fist once. “please what?”

please don’t? please do? ‘please’, as a complete sentence?

when he tugs on your hair, pulling your head back in the process, your eyes squeeze tighter. you can’t look into his crimson ones—you’ll fold entirely if you do.

“will you bother trying to claim that you feel nothing for me, when your body still reacts like this?” he asks quietly, breath against your cheek.

you arch back instinctively, and know it to be a mistake when you feel the full length of his body pressed against yours. his hand moves to your hip, gripping the flesh, and you sigh out a laboured breath.

you push backwards despite yourself, pitiful, nearing desperate. sukuna’s erection pressing against your ass seems to rid you of any sense you may have.

“look at you,” he hums, hand tightening its grip on your hair, the other sliding to hold your pelvis too close to the place where you’re throbbing between the legs. “always such a slut for me, aren’t ya?”

a whimper climbs your throat, and you sink your teeth into your lower lip to stop it from escaping. he leans down, blanketing your body with his own. his lips brush the shell of your ear when he says,

“you want my cock, huh.” his hand moves to palm your pussy, and you grip his forearm instinctively. “need me to take care of you, pet?”

“yes,” you breathe, so quickly it might be considered pathetic.

sukuna hums low in his throat and the sound vibrates through you. he presses against your clit through your panties and this time, you don’t manage to hold back your whimper.

“ryo, please,” you say again, breaths coming to you in pants. “please fuck me.”

“there she is,” he praises, hand dropping your hair, letting it cascades over you shoulders. “never too shy to beg for cock, were you?”

you feel him tug your panties down over your ass until they pool around your feet. hear the rustle of fabric as he does the same with his shorts.

“legs together,” he mumbles, pushing at your thigh, and you oblige so that you’re standing with your thighs entirely pressed together.

he brings his hand in front of your face, fingers to your mouth. “spit,” he orders. you dribble salvia from your mouth to his fingers, and he makes a sound of approval in his throat.

sukuna glides the wet tip of his cock over your ass, other hand still cupping your cunt, and you drop your head. you wonder that if not for the counter in front of you, you’d still be standing.

he teases the head into your opening and your fingernails press crescents into his thick forearm. when he pauses you think you might die.

“has anyone touched this pussy since me, y/n?” he asks low in your ear.

you shake your head. “no one.”

“you let anyone fuck you since me?”

“none of your b—ughh… your business,” you huff, impatient, irritated, so fucking turned on.

“i don’t think you have,” he answers his own question. “not with how much your pussy is resisting being filled right now.”

you push your hips back and another inch of his cock sinks into you, stretching you so good. the position has you feeling every vein, every ridge of his length slide against your walls and you clench around the little he’s given you, desperate for—

“more,” you moan. “fuck me, ryo. oh my god shut up and fuck me.”

you think he’ll argue.

instead, he slams his hips forward, stretching your cunt in one brutal thrust.

you moan noisly, grip slipping on the counter and pushing your breakfast plate off the other side—it crashes to the floor, and neither of you so much as flinch.

“jesus christ,” sukuna grunts as he moves his hand to grip your breast, giving you time to adjust. “it seems you’ve lost your manners since we’ve been apart, princess.”

he pulls out to the tip and grinds into you again. you turn your head, look up to find his face right there. watch the way his eyes trace every inch of your wrecked expression.

“harder,” you breathe against his lips.

he grips your throat when he kisses you, tasting like a mixture of his coffee and your cinnamon sweet lips. he kisses you slow, tongue leisurely exploring your mouth, tip nudging your sensitive spot every time his cock slides in and out of your cunt.

“tell me how much you missed this cock, brat,” sukuna grunts, breath jolting with every slap of your ass against his pelvis. “tell me you missed me.”

“fuck, i missed it, kuna,” you whine. “god, ryo, i missed your cock so much. i missed you.”

“of course you did.” his fingers press into the sides of your throat.

you don’t process the loss of his other hand until it comes swinging down hard against the right side of your ass. you whimper at the sting, and he leans down to kiss your parted lips.

“silly girl,” he mumbles against your mouth. “why would you keep us apart, huh?”

your eyes roll shut, a shiver tracing down your spine as sukuna hits that spot that ruins you over and over. the sound of his ragged breaths at your ear, the heel of his palm pressing against your pussy.

it’s too fucking much.

“bouta cum all over my cock, aren’t you pet?” he bites at your lobe. swirls his fingers over your sensitive clit. “c’mon. cum for me darling.”

a heavy, melted warmth pools low in your stomach as the first shocks of your orgasm take over. you squeeze your eyes shut while it spreads outwards, to the tips of your toes and your fingers.

kuna doesn’t stop driving into you, doesn’t stop stroking your pussy as you gasp in desperate, pathetic, shattered breaths—he only holds you up when your legs begin to give, whispers filthy praise into your ear as you hear him begin to grunt and pant into yours.

you know he’s coming too when he grips your ass hard, suddenly going quiet. his hips begin to jerk clumsily moments before he starts to spill into your still spasming cunt. you think your heart might give out when your orgasm seems to peak again, and you choke out a sob as warm liquid gushes down your legs and puddles at your feet.

sukuna drops his head to your shoulder, chest heaving against your back. he doesn’t let go of you. just presses a kiss to the side of your throat.

“why would you leave me, y/n?” he says quietly into your skin.

it shatters your heart entirely.

you don’t even have an answer, besides the fact that you loved him so much it scared you. that you couldn’t imagine your life without him, so you had to prove yourself wrong by living without him.

because in hindsight, that reasoning was the most stupid thing you’ve ever come up with.

original content by © yut2achoya. do not copy, feed into ai, or repost on any other platform!

a/n: something about this doomed pairing just pulls out the best of my literary abilities like don’t you think this series is my best characterisation go date.?? chat i know the people did not fw part one but you can’t tell me this isn’t peak asf

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purrtoru

helping toji work out always gets a little distracting. . .

“c’mon, you gotta count, doll.”

toji’s lying flat on the floor, hands behind his head as he starts another set of crunches. you’re sitting comfortably on his hips to keep him in place, but you’re clearly not taking your job very seriously.

every time he sits up, instead of calling out the next number, you lean in and give him a quick kiss.

“that was… um…” you mumble, tapping your chin like you’re actually thinking. “three? no… wait— four?”

he comes up again— another kiss.

“you forgot already?” he says, clicking his tongue after.

“…maybe.”

another crunch. another kiss.

he smirks, finally catching on.

“you’re not even trying to help me work out here.”

“i am!”

“nice try.” he raises a brow. “you’ve had me on the same rep for two minutes.”

you try your hardest to look innocent, but the smile on your face gives you away.

“i just keep losing count..”

“mhm.”

he comes up again, stopping just inches from your face before you can steal another kiss.

“if you want a kiss,” he says, that smug grin spreading further across his face, “you just ask, hm?”

“but this is more fun..” you pout.

he sighs, but one hand settles on your waist.

“fine.”

this time, he leans in first, stealing a kiss before dropping back down.

“…now count for real.”

“one..” you start counting again.

he sits up again— you kiss him.

“…one,” you repeat.

toji just looks at you for a second before letting out a laugh.

“…we’re gonna be here all day, aren’t we?”

hangenism

ovulation week: pillow versus nanami (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) cw: nsfw

every time you were ovulating, nanami knew. he was so used to picking up your little habits, whether it was the exact time you woke up in the morning or the way you liked your coffee, so naturally he picked up those too.

this time, it was more obvious. you found yourself underneath him after he caught you slotting a pillow in between your thighs.

“kento,” you whined. you were squirming underneath him and very impatient. he took his time trailing kisses down your body, from your neck down, whispering sweet nothings into your skin. you loved your husband with all your heart, but you weren’t in the mood for that at a time like this. you were growing needier by the minute, and you were sure he didn’t miss the way you rubbed your thighs together absentmindedly in anticipation.

he paused and lifted his head slightly. “yes sweetheart?”

you reached out your hand and tugged on his waistband. “please.” you pleaded. your wide eyes told him everything he needed to know. he undressed the two of you before pressing a kiss on your cheek.

“we’re gonna go slow at first so you can adjust, okay?”

you nodded and he pressed his tip to your entrance. he slowly entered you, rubbing small circles on your clit. you loved how thick your husband was, the way he stretched you out made you let out a small gasp. you clenched around him once he fully bottomed out, causing him to let out a low groan.

“sweetheart, if you keep that up, i’m not going to last.” he whispered softly.

as promised, he moved in and out of you slowly. he felt good, the delicious stretch sent a shiver down your spine. soft lips ghosted over your chest and neck. his flushed hips moved against yours at a steady pace. your warm walls hugged him tight, making him mutter curses under his breath.

“so tight,” he murmured. “my pretty girl is taking me so well.” your cunt fluttered at his words and you moaned into the pillow. you gripped his bicep, clutching it tightly as he set a faster pace. with each thrust, he buried you to the hilt, reaching that sweet spot deep inside of you.

“ken, you feel sososo good.” you babbled, the only thing on your mind being the addictive way his cock nudged against your velvet walls. the room smelled like a mixture of sex and his subtle cologne, and the only sound that filled the room was skin slapping skin.

nanami rested a hand over your stomach. “feel that?” your husband pressed down lightly on your stomach bulge. you tilted your head slightly and watched the way his dick pumped in and out of you with ease.

“yes!” you cried out. you clenched around him again, the sight alone turning you on more.

“better than that pillow, hm?” you whined softly, slightly embarrassed. of course he was bigger better than a pillow. a pillow would leave you horny with no relief. a pillow could never stretch you out like this and reach your g spot, let alone whisper sweet, yet filthy things into your ear as it absolutely ruins you.

only your husband could do that.

before you were about to come, nanami knew. "come for me my love. wanna feel you squeezing tight around me,” he murmered. at that, the orgasm washed over you. your thighs shook and you moaned into his name, milking his dick of everything it had. and he gave it to all to you. he emptied his seed deep inside your pussy, filling you up before collapsing on your chest with a soft groan. his lips brushed your ear as he whispered in your ear.

“remember, husband beats pillow in every universe.”

hangenism

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lesbinluv

hearing girls moan turns me on soooo much omg I can't explain in words just how much i love hearing them.... immediately gets me so wet and extremely turned on

whimsywlw

Like lemme hear you 🙏

strawberrygirlcrush

i woke up in the middle of the night on my tummy, held up by my hips, to my pussy stuffed full of their strap and “i just couldn’t keep myself off you anymore, i had to have you” and “you’re so fucking tight when you’re not expecting me”. panties still on and shoved to the side, them panting in my ear, pinning me under them… fuckkkk 😵‍💫 so how did y’all sleep? :)

lesbian nsft blog, men and minors dni!

mommy-celeste

"Mommy, it's too much... I can't-"

Yes, you can, baby. You teased me all day, acting up on purpose because you knew this was exactly what you would get. So, take mommy's cock and shut up.

kerrry444

being a brat until she strips me naked and does unimaginable things to me while saying things like

“oh? but i thought this was what you wanted?”

“yeah? well mommy wants to hear you say you’re sorry”

“oh but you had sooo much to say earlier bunny”

“this is what happens to girls who are naughty”

“well…are you going to be a good girl now?”

“i’m proud of you for taking your punishment so well honey”

morbidblooduse

unbuckling my belt in front of her so she knows it’s time to drop down to her knees and put her pretty mouth to good use. watching her kneel for me as i trace my thumb across her bottom lip

“open, that’s it, princess”

pushing my fingers inside and watching her take them like she can’t get enough of the taste of my own skin. guiding them all the way to the back of her throat just to hear the sounds she makes when she chokes

making her spit into my hand after, spreading it all over the tip of my cock before lining it up. grabbing the back of her hair and holding her there because i know just how fucking desperate she is to have me in her mouth again

“always so fucking needy”

edging it past her lips and over her tongue, not giving her enough time to get used to the size before moving my hips. hearing her get all whiny and watching her press her thighs together just because i know how worked up she gets over having all control being taken from her

“god, you look so fucking depraved. always such a mess when you’re made to take my cock, aren’t you?”

asking her questions that i know she can’t answer because she’s too busy working her mouth around me. pulling her all the way to my pelvis and holding her there, watching her eyes gloss over with tears and her mind become all fuzzy because she can’t form coherent thoughts anymore, the only thing going through her mind being how much she wants to please me and take whatever i give her

soulcarrier

you know what i’m craving rn? a good fuck with a femme while she’s face planted on her pillow, drooling and sobbing on it while i fuck her from behind and spank and squeeze her ass until she’s the one fucking herself on my cock.

kerrry444

i wanna take a strap from behind so bad like please push my head into the pillow so forcefully that i can barely breathe....until im frantically trying to push you away because of how hard you're fucking me...and you dont stop, you just laugh because my arms cant even reach your hips to get you off of me

amascsblog

moans and whines are amazing but hearing how wet her pussy gets makes me so horny. listening to the sounds it makes on my strap or my fingers moving quickly in and out. so wet it’s porn worthy. so wet that when i’m eating her out it is going down my chin and sounds like a sloppy make out session. i just love wet pussy.

stxrlight-joy

When i'm eating her out and she grips my hair and starts grinding against my face >>>>>>

sapphicsimone

Kissing is so underrated. Like slow, sloppy, longgggg kisses. When you’re kissing and you melt into how soft her lips are 🫦. don’t get me started on lip biting. Fuckk gotta wake my girl up and kiss her.

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