katsuki with a shy girl who only lets him eat her out if he has a blanket over his head...
he tried to do it a couple times before, only to be met with your thighs clenched around his head and your face stuffed in a pillow — pulling him up by the collar of his shirt as you ignore the ache between your thighs and mutter that he "doesn't have to do that"
and katsuki knows what he can do, prides himself on knowing how to eat pussy, how to make his girl feel good — and he's determined to get to the bottom of this.
so, the next time he's kissing down the valley of your cleavage and feels his hair being tugged as he reaches for your waistband, he decides enough is enough.
"why won't you let me do this"
your hands loosen their grip in his hair, "katsuki—"
"please, you're killing me here" he mutters, bringing one of your hands towards his lips as he kisses your palm, "just wanna make you feel good"
it's clear he wasn't taking your excuses this time, especially when he can see your slick soaking the thin fabric of your panties when his mouth gets just a little too close.
so, you give him an ultimatum...
and katsuki's mouth is ruthless, as if he's been depraved from something so divine all his life — because he has. his head bobbing under the sheets as he listens to your stifled moans. he comes up for air between licks, forehead dewy and hair stuck to his face as he watches you with glossy eyes.
and katsuki never complains, cause if this is the only way to have you as loud as he wants you to be — he'll choose that damn blanket every time.
a/n: do we fuck with the blurbs horndogs? i like writing them when i feel like i have an idea that doesn't need a whole fic 🤔 also then i can provide for your freakiness a little faster ykyk -> masterlist. | comments and reblogs greatly appreciated! 💋
• He’s got his head buried between your thighs whimpering away. I think he’d be the type to suck on your clit the most, looking up at you desperately. His hands are either lying on your hips spreading you apart gently, or they’re cupping your ass kneading at the plush soft skin. He also seems like the type to mumble words into your pussy (our fav rambler). Things like “good girl” “taste so good” and overall just moaning praise into your cunt. His fav position for eating def is just the good old fashioned where you’re lying on your back and he’s on his stomach eating you out. HOWEVER he is never opposed to you sitting on his face.
Katsuki Bakugo
• Are we surprised that he’d be aggressive with it. He eats your pussy like he’s trying to prove a point. Lapping up and down strategically at a fast pace. He’s gripping your thighs and ass and occasionally running his hands up your waist to grab at your tits. His eyebrows furrow together and he’ll look up at you with such determination in his gaze. Not much of a talker, but will occasionally let out a few curses or tell you to stop moving. His fav position is either being on his knees as you stand against a wall and he’ll hold you tight against the wall. OR if you’re laying on your back he’ll push your legs into a mating press and hold them there with one hand as he eats you out.
Shoto Todoroki
• I believe, despite his awkwardness he is the type to “get lost in the sauce”. It begins respectful and more curious than anything, gently licking you and pressing one finger inside and massaging that spongey part. But as it goes on he slowly begins to lose his composure hearing your moans and whimpers and the pleasure inducing pressure of you gripping his hair. He’ll start intensely licking and sucking on your clit, while simultaneously massaging inside your pussy. His pace gradually speeds up and he progressively gets more and more sloppy (in a good way). I don’t view him as much of a talker either, he just gets to into it to speak. Fav position is def just old fashioned missionary but he’ll keep your legs spread.
Eijiro Kirishima
• First thing i’d like to point out, he eats pussy like it’s a meal and he enjoys doing it. It’s a non negotiable pre sex (and sometimes not even pre sex) kind of thing for him. He def likes to eat it from the back, including yes i do see him as not being afraid to get up in your ass if you’re cool with that. I think he’s big on sticking his tongue inside of you, and playing with your clit with his fingers, rubbing you through it. Is obsessed with just how wet you get and loves it when it gets all over his face. Because he’s so enthusiastic, he def is messy with it. Constant praises throughout and just talking you through it to where you need to tell him to shut up. And yes, he bites. He loves to bite your inner thighs and ass cheeks playfully and will occasionally nip a bit at your clit.
Denki Kaminari
• Messiest eater you ever did see. He is ALL up in you sucking and licking and biting, sticking his nose in there. He’s obsessed with you and your pussy and it shows. While he’s eating you out he’s also humping and grinding against the bed. Very likely to cum while eating you out. Honestly, he lowkey does it for his pleasure partially. It gets him off so easy and is sitting there whimpering and whining while his face is in your pussy. He’s also very handsy (are we surprised?) he’s grabbing all up on your ass and tits (def adding some nipple play in there too). He also keeps going after you came and doesn’t stop til HE is done (which means you cum minimum three times).
Uramichi never thought his apartment could feel alive.
But now it's different.
There’s a mug you insisted on buying sitting crookedly on the shelf because “it looks happier that way.” A blanket draped over the couch that somehow always smells like your shampoo. Little things hair ties, notes, random decorations tucked into corners.
Every part of his home reminds him that someone else exists here. Someone warm. Someone soft
He doesn’t say it out loud, he’s not good at that but he notices everything.
Like how you always kiss him goodbye before leaving or how you wrinkle your nose every time you catch him smoking.
Again?” you’d say, already stepping closer.
He’d sigh, already expecting a lecture but instead, you’d take the cigarette from his hand, put it out, and then kiss him .
Now, he finds himself reaching for cigarettes less.
He falls asleep with his arm around you, his hand always finds you in the dark, pulling you just a little closer, like confirming you’re still there.
Sometimes he buries his face into your shoulder. Sometimes he just rests his forehead against your back.
Uramichi never thought happiness would look like this.
But now that it’s here he doesn’t want to go back.
when people tell katsuki his girlfriend is a bit mean, he brushes it off.
sure, he realizes you’re a bit bitchy, but you mean well. he also knows why you act that way. it’s a defense mechanism to say the least.
besides, they balance each other out in a way.
that’s why whenever you snap your fingers at him to get his attention, a small smirk graces his face and he all but drops everything he’s doing to figure out what you want.
he lets you boss him around, lets you drag him on different errands, lets you be possessive and keep him close.
besides, it’s kinda hot watching you subtly stake your obvious claim on him to a woman in public who keeps staring at him, sending her a faint frown and a raised eyebrow while pulling him closer.
sometimes, you’re inclined to think he does shit on purpose to irritate you more.
“katsuki, if you pull the blanket off me one more time, i’m going to pull your teeth out!” you whisper yell at 3 in the morning, tugging the blanket onto you again and pushing him over.
“sorry baby,” he all but laughs half asleep, pulling you closer despite you physically trying to push him away.
i’m not gonna write denki sucking your toes SO STOP ASKING 🚫🚫🚫🚫
because that’s gross, right?
when he brought it up one night you said it was gross. you even scrunched up your face and told him to shut up and pass the blunt. but the way he’s on his knees right now, puppy dog eyes, cheeks flushed. he’s kissing up your calf, all soft lips and hushed praise.
he thinks you’re so fucking gorgeous, he says it all the time, “my pretty baby,” or, “my gorgeous girl.” even now, he’s all “i love you princess,” and “let me take care of you pretty.” how can you say no to him? not when he’s massaging your thighs with his long, dexterous fingers. rubbing soothing circles on the soft skin.
and you’re just scrolling on your phone, barely paying attention, because he does shit like this all the time. he’s always on his knees, whimpering or whining about something or other, so naturally you think he’s just working himself up to eat your pussy.
well, you thought wrong.
you don’t even sniff at him when he slides your slippers off, you don’t even flinch when he starts massaging your feet, because again, classic denki, he just wants some attention, right?
so, why can you feel something warm and wet wrapping itself around your toes.
what the fuck?
you finally put your phone down and take a peak at what your fuckass boyfriend is doing.
denki’s in a state. you’ve never seen him like this. his pupils are blown, eyes glazed over, the pink in his face creeping all the way down to his chest. and he’s got your toes in his mouth. drooling and slobbering all over you, fucking hell, and he’s humping your other foot like a fucking dog. you call out to him and his eyes just flick up towards you. he looks soooo fucking pathetic. it’s so hot. you tell him you prefer him on his knees like this and he keens, ruts into your foot again, and again, god it’s pitiful. he’s all muffled whimpers and glassy eyes, and unyielding devotion.
after a shitty date, your brother's bestfriend!katsuki finds your nsfw twitter account and relieves all his pent up tension
katsuki knows the second she laughs at his joke that it’s not going to work.
not because she’s annoying. not because she’s boring. she’s fine. pretty, even. says all the right things. leans across the table in that practiced way like she’s read too many magazine articles about body language and how to be “irresistible,” lets her fingers brush his arm when she asks him about the gym. her voice is soft. her eyes linger. and all katsuki can think about is how off it feels. how cold. how completely unfuckingsexy it is to watch someone try so hard to be interesting. he finishes his drink too fast. smiles through the burn. thinks about how many more minutes he has to kill before he can leave without feeling like a dick.
he ends the night early. pays. walks her back to her car. listens to her offer something about “doing this again,” and nods even though he knows it’s a lie. he kisses her when she leans in, because what the fuck else is he supposed to do? it’s quick. dry. she tastes like lip gloss and vodka. he pulls back too fast and pretends he didn’t notice. tells her goodnight, watches her drive off, then gets in his own car and sits there with his head against the headrest and his jaw clenched.
he doesn’t even remember the drive home. just the sting behind his eyes from the streetlights and the throb in his cock that hasn’t gone away since halfway through dinner. not because of her. not even because of the dumb conversation or the tight dress or the low neckline. but because of what’s been crawling under his skin all day, ever since he woke up with morning wood and didn’t touch it. tried to push through a workout instead. tried to clear his head in the shower. nothing worked. and now it’s worse. now it’s fucking unbearable.
the second his front door closes, his belt’s undone. he doesn’t even make it to the bedroom. just drops onto the couch, drags a hand over his face, yanks his sweats down far enough to grip his cock, already half-hard and aching. he unlocks his phone without thinking. thumb taps open twitter like muscle memory. goes straight to the feed, already knowing it’ll be flooded with the usual shit—half-naked girls, grainy clips, skin and sound and desperation.
but tonight, it’s not working.
the girls are all too loud. the lighting’s bad. every clip starts in the middle of someone moaning fake as fuck, high-pitched and breathy and trying too hard. he scrolls past three, four, five of them without even twitching. rubs a thumb along the head of his cock, breath shallow, irritation blooming.
and then he sees it.
not a face. not even a body, really—just the curve of thighs in soft lighting, spread over pink sheets, fingers gliding through slick and dipping in slow. there’s no caption. no hashtags. no dramatic “daddy please ruin me” audio. just motion and the quiet sound of a girl trying not to moan too loud. like someone could hear. like she’s not supposed to be doing this.
his hand stills. his chest tightens.
it’s the room that does it. the wall. that fucking pink wall.
he knows that pink. knows the soft lighting. the way it hits in the evening. he’s seen it a hundred times, leaning in your doorway while your brother yells something down the hall. knows the bedspread. the plushie half in frame. the corner of the mirror tucked behind your nightstand.
his cock twitches violently in his hand.
you moan, soft and high, broken like you're trying not to let it out—and he knows that sound. not because he’s heard it like this, but because he's heard you laugh. whine. talk with your mouth full. yell at your brother from your room. your voice is burned into his memory, and now it's soaked through the speaker and dripping down his chest.
you’re fingering yourself slow. like it matters how it feels. like you’re not filming it for anyone else. two fingers curling inside you, legs already trembling. he watches your other hand reach offscreen for something. it returns with a vibrator. he hears the buzz before he sees it touch your clit—and then you twitch. moan again. messier.
you start to cum. hard. thighs clenched, hips jerking, slick gushing over your hand as your back arches and you fuck yourself through it.
katsuki’s already leaking.
he doesn’t remember clicking on your profile. but now he’s on it, scrolling slow. doesn’t recognize the username. but every single video is the same bed. the same sheets. the same necklace bouncing between your tits as you ride a thick confetti dildo on your knees, moaning like your voice is cracking in half.
he fists his cock and strokes fast and dirty and quiet, cumming messily all over his stomach as he watches you squirt on the toy in the next video. it slips in slowly, and you gasp when it pops past the tightest part. the sound you make is almost panicked.
he groans. jaw clenched. head back.
the guilt doesn’t hit until after. after he wipes his hand. after he stares at the ceiling. after he catches his breath. he closes the app. but it’s too late. it’s burned in. your moans. your necklace. your bed. you.
he doesn't sleep.
the thing is, it starts normal.
your brother’s on the couch in the other room yelling at the tv. the three of you were supposed to watch something together—some dumb movie he insisted on—but then he got distracted, left you and katsuki in the kitchen half-waiting, half-bullshitting. the morning sun’s starting to fade into afternoon, spilling warm and soft through the windows, and you’re sitting at the counter across from him with your chin propped on your hand, sipping from the same glass of water you’ve been nursing for the last twenty minutes. he looks relaxed. hoodie sleeves pushed up to his elbows, thighs spread, scrolling through something on his phone.
but then you laugh at something he says, and it makes you think of a tiktok you saved last week—some dumb video that would hit his exact sense of humor—and you light up without thinking.
"shit, wait. my phone's upstairs. lemme show you on yours," you say, already holding your hand out across the counter.
he doesn’t even look up. just unlocks it, lazily swipes to the side like he’s going to hand it to you—screen still open—and then—
he pauses.
only for a second. so fast you wouldn’t even catch it if you weren’t already reaching. a little hesitation in his thumb. like his brain caught up a moment too late and said wait—but his hand’s already moving.
so you take it.
you’re not looking for anything. your mouth is already halfway open to ask if he even has tiktok downloaded when your eyes flick down.
the screen is in app-switcher mode.
you blink.
his open apps are stacked one behind the other, like cards. youtube. spotify. safari. and—twitter.
it’s not the bird icon that gets you. it’s the thumbnail.
the frozen still image of a paused video.
thighs spread wide. toy glinting between them. slick all over your fingers and a bit of it smeared on the inside of your thigh. the reflection of your fairy lights in the corner of the mirror. the necklace you never take off catching the light just enough to give you away.
it’s your video. the one you posted two nights ago.
and he was watching it.
you don’t even breathe.
you swipe up before your face can betray you, fast and fluid like muscle memory, pretending you didn’t just see yourself fingering your pussy on the screen of your brother’s best friend’s phone.
he doesn’t say anything. doesn’t move. doesn’t even flinch.
you open tiktok like nothing happened, type in the name of the video you meant to show him. your hands don’t shake. you force your body to stay still even as your pulse kicks high up in your chest, throat tight and hot, skin prickling with disbelief.
you press play and turn the screen toward him.
“this one,” you say, like your heart isn’t about to crawl up your tongue.
he nods. his face is unreadable. like he’s trying not to show anything at all.
but you can feel it between you. see it, even if he won’t look at you directly. the stiffness in his shoulders. the way he shifts his weight just slightly, like his skin is too hot. the way his fingers tap the counter once, then stop.
when the video ends, you slide it back across the counter like it doesn’t burn to touch it.
“thanks,” you say.
and he just nods again. silent.
you don’t bring it up. not then.
your phone lights up close to midnight.
you’re already in bed, lights off, one leg bent, staring at the ceiling like it might tell you what to do with the image burned into your brain—your own body, paused on his screen. the way his thumb hesitated. the way neither of you said anything.
the name on the screen makes your stomach flip.
katsuki: you still up?
you stare at it for a long time before answering.
you: yeah
there’s a long pause. you almost think he won’t respond. then—
katsuki: can i ask you something
katsuki: you don’t have to say yes
katsuki: but i need to ask
your heart thumps.
you: ask
katsuki: will you do it again
katsuki: like the video
katsuki: but this time
katsuki: can i watch
you don’t answer right away. you read it twice. three times. the words blur a little from how hard your pulse is pounding behind your eyes.
you type something. delete it. type again.
you: you already watched
katsuki: i know but it wasn’t enough i want to hear it in real time
katsuki: want to hear you moan like that right in front of me
katsuki: want to see you open up for me, slow
just fyi, fanfic culture is dying because people from tik tok (and most likely people who shouldn’t be on tumblr reading smut anyway) leave hate comments, harrass the writers, people call anyone writing fanfic that’s slightly dark rape apologists and pedophiles, people that enjoy the fics don’t comment, there’s no actual engagement…why would anyone want to write anything?
people write fanfic because it’s fun and they want to share it. tumblr community used to be a place where people would come in your inbox and talk about fic, your favorite characters. now you publish something with rough sex and people start calling you the most horrific names in existence.
at the same time, there are parts of tumblr that are getting so dark it scares me to even be on this website.
i just wanna have a pink page and talk about calling my fave fictional men daddy 😭 i’m in my twenties. i have a busy busy life. this is supposed to be a fun escape. content for adults by adults featuring adults.
Synopsis. Running from it? You won’t even be able to walk.
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Higuruma x Reader, Gojo x Reader, Ino x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!reader, running from it, ROUGH s, overstím, manhandIing, stopping you from running, chokíng, p sIapping, spítting, HEADLOCKS, cervíx kíssing, cuIt Ieader!Geto, exhíbitíonism (Geto), bréeding, true form Sukuna, DP, D píercings (Ino), GOJO’S POWERS, marathons, matíng presses, Iactation, slight plot, REACTIONS, pet names, swéaring.
A/N. Hope you have a lovely week <33
♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - MANhandle.
Heavenly Restriction.
Now, you knew that your boyfriend was blessed (and both cursed) with this innate power. Hell, you’d seen the consequences of it first-hand: a doorknob crushed to the shape of his hand, a jar lid that’d been accidentally smashed, a gym routine you couldn’t even imagine keeping up with.
So you really didn’t think that Toji Fushiguro would even think twice before using his powers in bed—did you?
With one hand pinning your hips down, the other looped ‘round your throat to keep you stuck in such a ruthless headlock. He’s using his superhuman strength to drill his puckered length, incredible girth swabbin’ into every tight spot. Tickling your tenderest ones. Making the skin of his pelvis glow bright red.
And after only a few vulgar thrusts, he’s bullying you into your nth high of the night.
The sudden shockwaves hit you so hard that you’re reaching out for your rickety headboard, so hard that you’re thinking of running away-
“Aht aht-” A low rumble echoes out from behind you, its sheer primal tone enough to make the hairs on your body raise. Just as soon as you’re registering Toji’s lowered tone, a sudden spank! rings out against your cunt.
And as you’re yelping in surprise, he lingers his stinging touch right over your clit. The padded tips of his fingers teasing and twisting your swollen clit, “And where do you think you’re going, hm?”
You’re biting back sobs, “N-nowhere- oh.” Right before your entire throat seems to feel the thumpin’ impacts of Toji’s pulsating red tip. Thwack! He was just so hard that you could almost taste every throb, widenin’ out your goopy walls to his length. Sloooow and sensual, so that you’re feeling each vein primally scrape its pattern out.
And it’s almost as if he’d expected your whiny denial.
Almost as if he’d expected you to react exactly like so, stupidly being tunneled by his inches.
Almost as if he’s been waiting—because in positively no time, Toji’s burrowing the slippery rotundness of his tip against your cervix. Not slow anymore - he was just bashing his circumference in until your eyes damn near bulge out of their sockets.
Such an incredible impact that only he could do, such an incredible speed. It’s leaving you stunned and shaking for a few seconds. A reverie that only Toji can break with his gruff voice, “Nowhere? Hah…” A voice that absolutely didn’t bode well for you or your poor cunt.
The next thing you’re feeling are his roughened digits, slamming down upon your folds once more. Hard. “Leaking all over the sheets- all over. It’s a fucking waterpark down there, and you call that- tch, ‘nowhere’?” His rude grunt is followed up with yet another spank- though, this time, it’s on those jittery hands of yours that still held onto the headboard. “Trying to run from my fat fuckin’ cock and you call that ‘nowhere’?”
You’re squirming your hips away at the pleasure with a whine—
“And look- look! You’re still trying to run.” He breathes, his hold on you tightening enough that you swear you heard your joints pop! “Ya reeeeally think you can run away from me? With my strength?”
“S-swear m’not…”
“How cute.” Tittering to himself, “Y’know I hunt down people for a living, doll?”
Your mouth lolls agape, just the merciless swipes of Toji’s cock down every orifice made you drool. Somehow, and the slightest rub-a-dub of his winding veins left you seeing stars.
It’s just about all you’re managing to get out before your boyfriend’s hand comes slamming down yet again - this time over your gaped maw. “So to have my girl trying to run away- ‘specially when I’m just trying to fuck her right, is just…” Beads of saliva splatter out, and Toji doesn’t even hesitate before he’s licking the mess off himself. Heavenly restriction flowing through his body, he pins you to him until your body aches lewdly. “One chance to explain yerself. I know you’re in denial because you know you did it, mama- and you’re still trying to say ‘nowhere’.”
Dazedly you can only nod, entire body quivering after the slide-slide-sliiiides of his prolonged shaft. And it wasn’t that you were just overstimulated, it’s that Toji had been hitting your favorite hidden spots for what feels like hours by now (and probably was). “Nowhere…I was just feelin’ sensitive, I promise I wasn’t– oh, fuck.”
As if to prove his very point, he’s dragging his crowned fingertips on your clit- with a particularly hard thrust that has you squealing.
Your limbs weakening, body bucking, arms weakly tugging on the pillars of your mahogany headboard. And through it all, Toji’s looking down at you with a grin.
The headlock tightens, “Still nowhere, huh?”
In shock, you’re immediately letting go of the headboard-
“Too late for that now, mama.” Toji snickers, ignoring those cute pleas of yours. He’d already given you your chance, and now you can do nothing more but arch your back against his chiselled figure, the scritch-scratch of his dark happy trail against your ass- and take it. “You know m’not a patient man…”
Your spit-glossed lips wobble, “Oh, fuck- hck!”
“Nowhere.” Toji hums, and you can almost hear the utter greed in his tone. The breathy octaves. The carnal want. In one fluid motion, he’s giving your traitorous hips two direct smacks! upon either side, and then two more on the inner parts of your thighs, one more straight onto your puffy pussylips.
Just so swollen with need- just so sensitive that you almost don’t register the final two swats he’s hitting on the backs of your hands.
Smack—smack!
Before he lets go of the headlock. Before both his hands clasp your own, fingers tight around your wrists. Toji’s easily pulling and pulling them behind your back, your arms straight and outstretched so that you couldn’t use the headboard for escape anymore- holding you up with nothing but that as he fucks you like an animal.
Bouncing your upper half in midair, inches off the sheets with how hard Toji was manhandling you - easily, at that, he didn’t even break a sweat. “Oh p-please.” You’re whimpering, your head feeling dizzy at the constant pressure from all sides. “Please I wasn’t really going to- oh, my neighbor’s going to hear us-”
“Nowhere.” But you don’t think that Toji Fushiguro can even hear you right now. “And fuck your neighbor.”
He’s driving his toned hips against you like a madman- thrashing and thrashing, bruising your softened cervix. “Nowhere nowhere- nowhere.” That lil’ mantra of his leaving him in scorching hot pants, breezing down your arched spine. Less steady than usual. Less stable.
In-between each of his feral ruts, the slamming pushes of his cock, “Nowhere.” Sometimes, your eardrums can even make out the sound of Toji chuckling following the word, like even saying it made him laugh. He’s whispering it out as if a broken record player, growing even more crazed by the second. “Nowhere- fuck- nowhere.”
“Toji, you just sound so…” And then you’re turning your head over your shoulder, just to see the expression on your boyfriend’s face- only for any and every breath in your lungs to be instantly wiped from existence. “-oh.”
Oh.
Because Toji’s drunken, half-lidded eyes—fuck, you couldn’t even begin to describe the sheer predatory glint in them right now.
Scarred lips parted into a permanent ‘oh’. The tips of his ears blushing. A thin line of sweat dribbling down the side of his temple. Biceps bulging as he was the only one supporting your weight now. His dark brows furrow in such concentration as he reels his hips back and plunges hot wads of pre straight into your womb—
“You’re going nowhere without me.”
.
.
.
Shiu yawns the moment you and Toji take your seats opposite him, the soft trill of the restaurant bell still following you two. And as you look on curiously at the action, your boyfriend merely scoffs.
“That excited to see us, huh?”
Shiu smirks, “As always.” Before a more weary expression seeps into his face, and you’re noticing the dark circles that have made themselves at home underneath the other man’s eyes. “But oh- I wish. Remember how I told you I moved into that new place? Yeah, so just last night my neighbors were going at it like crazy- fuck! It’s like they were trying to break the damn bed or something, it sounded like a fucking crime scene. I didn’t sleep a wink the entire night, and by the time it was morning, they were still not done.”
Your thighs clench, still sore from your own activities last night - oh, Toji had made sure that you couldn’t run for sure. “You don’t say…”
“Hah! Serves you right, bastard.” Toji’s absent-mindedly looking through the menu for the cheapest options, “What dump did you say you ended up moving to again? So that I never have to come over- ever.”
With yet another sigh (and a yawn), he’s listing off an address that sounds oddly familiar. A building name that you knew too well. An amalgamation of numbers that was much the same as your own home’s…exept for just one digit.
And then you’re remembering that you’d forgotten to greet the new neighbor next-door.
“Wait.”
“Fuck, wait-”
♡ NANAMI KENTO - Tie, tie, again.
“So…never thought about having kids yourself?”
You snap your head to Principal Yaga so fast that you think you might’ve gotten a brief whiplash. But the man merely keeps his arms crossed, stare indiscernible behind those shades but obviously pointed in the direction of the school training ground: where your husband, Nanami Kento, was busy sparring with one of his newest students.
You watch as the pink-haired boy gazes up at Nanami with such glimmering admiration, weaving between punches that were slowed down just enough to go easy on the kid.
And you manage to squawk out, “E-excuse me-” Pupils flitting between your former teacher and the fight happening just meters away, “Did Kento say anything to you about that?”
“No.” Yaga shakes his head, though you think you catch the corner of his mouth just slightly turning upwards. “No, just…saying.”
“I see.” Your mouth was dry, and you weren’t entirely sure why. It’s not as if this isn’t a discussion that you and Nanami have had before - though, admittedly, it wasn’t at great length - but you were under the assumption that he wanted to wait. At least for the time being. Right? Right? “Are you sure he didn’t-”
“He’d make a good father, y’know.” Yaga suddenly says, and you follow his gaze to where the duel had finished by now.
Though it was inevitable that Nanami would be the winner, he was consoling Itadori with a hand on his head. Crouched down on the grassy field to whisper quiet words of motivation to the boy. Lips slightly curved in that way you knew meant he was holding back a soft chuckle. Almost like father and son.
Yaga turns to walk off, and you almost don’t want to rip your gaze from the sight. He hums, “Just saying~”
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“Don’t move a single inch, my love.” Nanami growls, his voice running ragged. “Not a single inch.”
And that was just about how well that conversation with your husband had gone.
Your bleary pupils snap open, and even through the film of tears you can make out the utterly feral expression on your husband’s handsome face. The way his sweaty blond locks plaster all over his forehead, the way his eyes narrowed, the way his jaw grit itself as he reels his sloppy hips back mere inches and thrusts—
“Oh fuh-fuuuuuck.” With your feet planted flatly on the bed, you’re curving your body up into his and rutting- and you honestly don’t know whether you’re trying to move away or down for more, more, more. “Oh my god, Kento, it feels so-”
“And there it is again.” His rugged tone cuts through your whines, and you’re shivering at the purely primal glint in it. With an almost mocking sigh, he scoops a hand underneath your hips and tugs you down.
You’re shaking, “K-Kento…”
“What have I told you now, hm, darling?” He asks, bending your jittery legs without even breaking a sweat. With a hand scooped under your hips, Nanami tugs you down so that your legs are wrapped around his hips instead of pushing against the mattress. You’re being bent so pliably underneath his big, beefy arms- “Keep your legs around my- hah, waist. You can think of tapping out after we conceive our child, m’kay?”
And then your husband plummets a few sopping swipes at the very end of your pussy, making the wads of cum inside you splosh! about.
And the only thing you can do is gasp, the only thing you can do is nod. Midway through that particular conversation, and his honed cockhead has been drilling into you for hooooours by now, and you think he’ll keep going for hours longer.
The fatness of his thick thumb slides between your pussylips, nudging at your clit. So sweetly sensitive by this point that you’re actually seeing stars—
“And there it is again.”
Oh, it just made you so much wetter when your beloved husband’s tone got so stern like that. It takes you his parched few words before you’re realizing that you’d started bucking once more- in fact, that last motion of his fingertips had left you arching all the way against his muscular front. “F-fuck, I promise I wasn’t trying to run, Kento.”
“Mhmmmm—” And that was a tone that told you he didn’t believe you. Through his foggy glasses - sliding down his handsome nosebridge - you swear you see him slightly roll his eyes, “But don’t you know that you aren’t supposed to run, my silly wife-”
“I know- mmpf, fuck…”
Just the entire orifice of your throbbing cunt being pummelled by his fat girth, he was the perfect size- with so many winding veins that massaged your sweetest spots. With his blushin’ red tip reaching directly towards your womb, Nanami tightens his grip on your waist, holds you to him, slashes every slick-speckled inch inside you. “If you knew then you wouldn’t be running, hm? Just look at the mess of m’cum you’re making already.”
Your chin strikes your chest, “I don’t see…oh.”
Before Nanami’s palm flattens over your core, and suddenly he’s pushing down on the slight inflation of his seed. “Now you see.” A creamy puddle of seed drips out between your legs, ropey ribbons of sap drenching the sheets below you. “It’s leaking out so much, what a waste, haaaah, fuck- now we’re never gonna get our pretty lil’ daughter at this rate, my wife.”
“But there’s already so much.” You’re marvelling, feeling his clingy cum fill you up all the way to your throat—it lets out the most sinful slurps as he’s thrusting his thickened length in and out.
And Nanami’s only leaning his crazed eyes closer, wilder. “But there could be so much more.”
“Oh.”
In an instant, he’s groping your hips and tugging you down- “Mmm, so much more of my cum to give.” Pulling you even deeper onto his hot, veiny length. “So much more to fill you up.” Just your slightest clench is enough to make the man spew out a few more pearly drops of his cum, emptying out all the way into your womb. “So much more of me to fuck you pregnant, pretty momma.” Until the hand on your hip grows bruising, “And you want to fucking run away…”
“Gonna- ngh, m’not—fuck.” Your mouth blabbers away, full of trickling saliva. It was so very easy for his bulbous tip to leave you stupid, somehow reaching across every ridge and crevice, and turning your brain into mush.
“Shhhh shhh sh—” Nanami drawls out, above your lecherous noises. His left hand caresses your face, wiping away a few speckles of saliva that drained the edge of your lips. “I know you won’t run away, my love. Oh, I know you won’t-” Pinpointing the door to your womb just right, he thud-thud-thuds right there. “-I know you won’t run away before I can- hck! get you pregnant. Tha’s what my beautiful wife has been asking me for, isn’t it? To breed her pretty pussy? To make that cunt mine mine mine- until everyone else just has to take one look at you before they know, too, what I’ve done with you?” He purrs, “I know you want me too…”
“P-please!” Nodding, “I want you to- ngh, I really, really…”
With a shudder, you’re letting your feet fall from his waist, arching your back into the perfect lewd curvature.
And it’s enough for a few more webbed wads of cum to escape from you- and to your surprise, this only makes your husband grin. Something feral. Something gone. His eyes widen crazily for a split-second as he takes in the mess splatterin’ in a glaze all over his v-line, “And yet you’re doing it again.”
“Oh, fuck.…”
You can only watch, with slightly widened eyes, when Nanami leans over the creaking bed. He reaches his arm out of your line of vision, shuffling with something on the bed stand.
And when he’s coming back- oh, Nanami Kento is holding none other than his favorite yellow tie.
The one with the leopard-like print that you’d gotten him a few anniversaries ago. And he’s easily letting go of your body to pin both your wrists together and loop the fabric ‘round and between them, tying you up with a pretty knot.
“Aaaand—there we go.” Nanami gently says, as if he didn’t just finish restraining you with his tie and throwing both your shaky legs over his shoulder. Knees to your chest. Scourin’ tip to your cervix. Pushing you into such a sinful mating press, “All done.”
“Mmmpf-” Teeth grit, you’re instinctually struggling against the restraint whilst he accelerates his hips like an animal—
“All ready to get fucked pregnant, my darling.”
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“Hey…Yaga-san? Is it alright to come in?” A few months later, you and your husband find yourselves shuffling inside your former teacher’s office once more. It was later after the school day, and as expected the man was still looking through reports from recent missions. He looks up as you enter.
It’s been years since the time where you’d been here for detentions and important debriefings, and now you were here for a much different reason.
Slowly, you’re intertwining your hand in Nanami’s as you both face Principal Yaga. He squeezes your hand, golden wedding ring frigid against your skin.
You take a deep breath-
“Kento and I wanted to ask whether you’d like to be our future daughter’s godfather?”
♡ GETO SUGURU - WATERWORKS!
Toshihisa Negi, commander of the Time Vessel Association, a proud core part of Geto Suguru’s ‘family’ of sorcerers, has been having a bit of an issue lately.
Nothing to do with their leader, of course!
He would never speak ill of their glorious leader - never - rather, it’s everything to do with the place of their hideout. The temple made such strange noises at night. Sometimes it’s a constant rhythmic thumping, other times it’s what sounds like nails clawing on tatami- and Negi has half the mind to believe that this particular sanctuary might just be haunted!
And that certainly won’t do for their leader, who only ever deserved the best and nothing but the best. This cacophony must certainly interfere with Geto’s sleep, which must be why his handsome face has been looking a little pale lately, dark circles underneath his eyes.
Which is why the commander took it upon himself to do a little digging, a little snooping around.
He’s sure he can catch this damned ghost and bring it before their leader (can ghosts be sued? He’s not quite sure…) But either way it’s the dead of night and there’s no turning back now. The man found himself tip-toeing through a winding hallway inside the building, the one where these noises seemed to frequent from. And if this ghost couldn’t get any more audacious, it was the floor their leader’s bedroom was in!
Butterfly net in hand, back plastered against the wall, he’s making his way through the dimly-lit corridor.
Creeping in.
Creeping in…
And there! There it is! That thud-thud-thudding noise was starting up once more. And with a gulp, Negi was tightening his grip on the net and looking into the room where it was emanating from—Geto Suguru’s bedroom.
And what he saw was, oh—
“Once.”
“I d-didn’t—”
“Twice.”
“That was just—”
“Three times you have tried to run away from me tonight, hm?” Geto’s ruthlessly cutting off your pleads, those amethyst eyes of his narrowing in a way that made his pretty face look so mean. And before you can get a proper word out, he’s smacking his fingertips down on your puckered folds.
Not once. Not twice. But three whole times that leave your swollen nub all stinging n’ raw.
Just the wet gush of your slick making you shiver, you’re somehow managing to babble out. “It- it was just reflex, it just felt so good so I-”
“But you know what I’ve told you about running from it, right?” Geto doesn’t raise his voice beyond that familiar purr. “You know?”
And it was almost a challenge to hear him beyond the smack and the smack of his clammy v-line, sticking against the backs of your ass cheeks for a few seconds. You’d been manhandled into a full nelson that was almost too sinful to even look at. To spy on.
Geto had his strong forearms looped underneath your knees, pushing your knees up to your chest. His chiselled body was in control of the pace from beneath, the entire length of his looooong aching cock shoving inside. Hard. Just vicious.
All the way from his pinkish globular tip, and uuuuup between your glistening folds. You can practically hear the grin in his throaty tone, “Or are ya fucked dumb enough that you can’t even remember, gorgeous?”
“I-I remember- I remember!” You’re sobbing out, trying to buck your body on top of his- but the only thing that does is make him pin your body to his even harder.
Geto arches his muscular body upwards, so that the large erection between those legs swerved n’ swerved constantly inside. “Oh reeeeeally—?” It’s almost a growl, a warning, and his slender fingertips slither upwards to pinch that throbbing clit of yours. “And do you remember exactly what I said?”
Hiccuping, “Y-yes–”
He twists that nub of yours, sparks flowing through your body at the act. “Hm—?”
“Yes yes yes!” Yelping, just as loud as he wanted. You’re trying to buck your sheeny hips against his- but all that Geto does is haul your legs upwards until your hamstrings scream, pushed all the way up till your tits. “I remember- ngh, I remember. You said that if I r-run away three times, then…”
“Then?”
“-then I have to- hah, squirt.”
Thwack! The rotundness of his balls end up smacking against your cunt, making a few glittery beads of slick escape your cunt- as if a premonition of what was coming. “Exactly.” There was something breathy in his tone, something that sounded as if he was on the verge of breaking. “Exactly- exactly.” Oh, he already was breaking. “Exactly, you’re going to squirt.”
“Ohhhh, please-” You’re gasping, helpless against his roughening thrusts. Harder and harder, hitting your g-spot multiple times per second. “I don’t even know if I- hah, if I have the possibility to even-”
“You can.” He hums, “And you will.”
You will, you will, you will.
You will and he was thoroughly pumping his shaft into you, just the blossomin’ red tip of his cock entering your womb. You could feel the wetness of his precum seep all over, and it was making your cunt gush out twofold. “Fuh-fuck, it just feels so good-” Running your hands down your front, holding your own core. “-can feel you all the way here.”
“Mmm—” His free hand glides up the middle of your body, just the rotund end of his index drawing a steeeeady line up to your throat. “-not here?”
And then he’s hammerin’ away even faster, hard enough that the circumference of his cockhead bangs your softness- making your entire body go on edge. “C-can feel you there too, please-” You’re writhing in his arms, but Geto’s not letting you move a single inch- you were being fucked to his sloppy pace, with his sloppy wads of precum swirling your insides. “Please, I don’t think m’gonna last long-”
“Then squirt, gorgeous.” His dark lashes flutter as he rolls his eyes, slight amusement in his voice. “Don’t even think about cumming, you better squirt.”
Your nails claw down his forearm, slipping with the thin layer of sweat. “I- I think-”
“Mhmmm—?”
“I think m’gonna-”
Just the flared ridge of his cockhead rubbin’ all over your g-spot, again and again and again. Until that particular bundle of nerves felt way too tender, and you could feel the tug at the pit of your stomach. “Squirt, gorgeous, squirt.” Geto’s hot breath wafts at your throat and down your shoulders, and you can feel yourself veering on the edge of your orgasm. “And don’t think about- hah, running away when you do…”
“I won’t—fuck.”
It’s as if you’re exploding into your sudden bliss- so much of it bursting from between your sopping pussylips that it’s like a faucet. Those splattering wads drip down from your entrance, creating a glaze along his solid inches.
Peak after peak. Thrust after thrust.
His roverin’ red tip perfectly locates your sweet spot, banging against that lil’ treasure trove until you’re almost crying from your high. “It feels so good-” You’re gasping, with your back arched so deep. “Oh my god- fuck! I can’t believe it feels so good.”
“Mmm, told you so.” Geto’s inching in so that he can take goooood long glances between your legs, at the way your sultry hole was swallowing him up with ease. Molded to his thickened girth, “Now just sit back, relax, cum-” His honed canines sink into the left shell of your ear, “-and don’t- fucking- run.”
“I won’t- hck! I won’t…”
At least, that’s what you’re telling yourself.
Braving through the incredible sensation of his puffy pink veins, they massage into every inch of your walls and make you whimper. In and out. In and out. In and out.
Toes curling.
Back arching.
You throw your head back and the only thing you’re seeing is the white of your high. Your every feeling was heightened, and you can feel the line of his slit embed deep into your cervix, as if carving out his own mark there.
And it twitches restless each time you’re clenching, it jolts, it spurts out in wads of precum after each convulse- and Geto is just fucking you like an animal. All the way until way past your high, and your hole stops splashin’ out your syrupy sap. All the way until it peters out, and Geto is still pounding up restlessly into you-
“M’high’s over, Suguru…” Your mouth lolls open, slobbering down the front of your chin. Twitching as his slick-glazed cock just keeps going faster, “I said- fuck! I said it’s over, Suguru, I can’t cum again so soon-”
“So what?”
Oh.
A shudder wracks through your entire body, and you’re in sheer awe at the way his thickened length seems to plunge into you. Rapid. Urgent. Not even proper thrusts anymore, mere half-thrusts from the middle of his vein-covered shaft just because he was so eager to feel you. “It’s just so-” And just as urgent, your body thrums with your own pleasure. “Just feels so- hck! Fuck! I can’t even speak-”
“Mmm…you can’t speak, but remember you can’t run, either.” He warns, slightly chuckling at his own joke.
“And yet- how am I supposed to help it-”
“How am I supposed to help it, hm?” Geto coos, all faux-innocence that you knew too well. Because the problem is- he was fucking you like he wanted you to run from it. Wanted you to squirm away. Wanted you to worry that it was too much. Hard and fast and rough. “I just wanna keep on fuckin’ this pretty- hah, pussy. How m’I supposed to do that if you keep fucking- running- away.” With a slight growl, those fingers on your clit squeeze once more, and you find yourself lurching off of his drilling hips with a gasp. “Just like that.”
“What-” Your eyes snap open, “Wait- wait that wasn’t me running-”
“And yet, it was.”
Such a sweet tone that he’s taking on with you, and yet his actions are so mean.
One hand moving up to choke your pretty neck, the other twisting over your clit. “I’m not a good man, honey.” He growls in your ear, thrusts speeding up. “I’m not a good man at all- no one in this city can run from me.” Until you think you might just be veering into yet another wave of bliss, mind so muddled that you barely even register it. “Not even you.”
You’re begging, nails attempting to drag down the floor. “P-please-”
“And for running from me four times, hm…how about…” You’re waiting with bated breath as he rattles on, pretending to think when you knew damn well that Geto Suguru always thought his words out beforehand. “-how about we breed you, hm?”
Fuck.
It hits you just as hard as it hits Negi, watching from the doorway—frozen.
He doesn’t know what do to - laugh at his impression that it’d been a ghost, when it was really this all along (fuck, he should’ve known), or cry because he’s never been harder in his life-
Just then for the briefest second - the briefest - Geto Suguru’s eyes meet his through the slight crack in the sliding doors.
And the glorious leader only smiles.
♡ CHOSO KAMO - Giddy up!
Which one of you was more drunk n’ gone by this point?
You had absolutely no idea.
Absolutely no fucking idea—because you were riding you pretty boyfriend until he was spilling out in great, glittering tears. Just the cutest wobble of his pinkish lips, sensitive with how many times he’d been gnawing down on them. Skin flushed a lecherous rouge all the way from the tips of his ears, down to his abs.
And the entirety of his muscular body wracked with shivers after each clench of your clingy walls ‘round him, “Hck! Fuh-fuck!” His quiet baritone shook with so many whines any time he opened his mouth, “Fuck, it just feels so good, baby.”
“S’that sooooo—?” And then there was you - quite frankly, you were just addicted to riding Choso Kamo until he was all overstimulated and tender. Because he just made the prettiest noises, just said the cutest things, just fucked you in the filthiest way.
Because he was addicted too, didn’t you know?
Those hazy chocolate eyes of his bore up into yours, “Mhm, i-it is so.” And he lets out a cracked whimper as you’re kissing away the line of drool built up on one corner of Choso’s maw. “And you better not stop until m’cumming dry, alright?”
You’re holding back a giggle at the way he was urging his head upwards, so thorough in his pleads. “But of course, Cho.”
And he was going to hold you to that.
It wasn’t just a request, it was a promise.
It was an oath- because even numerous bounces of your hips later, when your hamstrings are all screaming and sore, Choso still doesn’t want you to stop. Even as he’s feeling the sensitivity build up in his red, raw cock- Choso still doesn’t want you to stop. Even as he’s fucking beading out a few pearly beads of white from the end of his shaft—
“Some more- some more-” Choso hiccups from the back of his throat, noises wrenching out thickly. By now, the creaking of the bed was so loud that you could barely even make out his sultry words. “Just a little more- hck! I feel like m’getting close to cumming dry, baby.”
“Still just ‘close’?” You ask, through a slight gasp of surprise. “Oh, baby, your stamina is just off the charts.”
Just at that, you can feel his flared tip splash! out a few more webbed wads of cum. Such a pretty blush taking over his cheeks, “Th-thank you for that, baby.”
Grinning, and this time you’re dragging your hips reeeeeal slow along his shaft while you think. Just the sultriest figure-eights that leave the man underneath you panting and begging for more. “Mmm, but that makes me think, Cho-”
“Wh-what does that pretty mind say, hm?” He’s somehow managing out through his tears. Hanging on your every word (as he always did) even when he was being fucked stupid by your pussy, the slip-slip of your velvety walls snatching away every coherent thought in his mind.
“Hmmmm—” And with the final, loudest slurp! Choso’s grabbing the side of your right ass cheek and helping you bounce on his upright cock. Simply moving you with his strength, biceps flexing maddeningly - times like this, it’s hard to forget that his strength was simply inhuman. “Y’know how you still haven’t cum dry, Choso?” He’s fervently nodding, head throwing backwards as your speed picks up once more. “Well, m’wondering whether maybe with your- mm, half-curse body it’s possible for us to even make it out alive before you cum dry-”
“But I’d rather die than stop-” Choso cranes his head upwards in alarm, crashing his spit-glossed lips onto yours in an effort to get you to stop talking.
To stop overthinking.
To stop doing anything but swervin’ and swervin’ his rock-hard cock inside you, until each and every inch of your innards was pinpointed with his cum.
With both hands he’s grabbing either side of your hips now, pulling you down to meet his wild, thrashing bucks- “Would rather- fuck- fucking die than let go of this pretty pussy.” He’s muttering between each thrust, more to himself. “Would rather fucking die than hafta say goodbye t-to her.” Just the edge of his pinkish tongue darting out as he concentrates on hitting your g-spot juuuust right. “Would rather- hngh, oh, baby, I’d do so many things for you- but giving up when your pussy needs me is something I’d rather die than do. Would rather die- rather die- rather—”
“Oh- fuck!” You’re arching your back into his movements, now more taken over by his own vicious cadence.
You didn’t even know that your sweet boyfriend could move like this, and he was positively ruining your pussy by stretching out ridge and crevice to mold exactly to his size. Whispering, “Because just feel the way she’s clenching around me- suckin’ me in like she d-doesn’t want me t-to leave.”
Dark brows furrowed in concentration, in a way that made him look so handsomely serious as he pummelled your pussy raw. “And the way her cute womb twitches juuust like- that- she’s getting herself ready for my seed, y’know- heh.” Babbling on the most nonsensical things, the most pussydrunk, “And the way she’s just dripping- oh, it makes me wanna…makes me wanna…why are you running, baby?”
Your eyes snap down to meet his, slight shock in your voice. “Wh-what?”
“Running.” Choso’s lower lip juts out in what looks like a slight pout, and he’s running one of his hands down from your thigh to graze down the front of his abs. Down the front of where you’d left a glistening snail trail of your slick, “Look at the mess you’ve made trying to escape- ngh, why are you running from me, baby?”
“That’s probably from it smearing-” You try to explain-
“But it isn’t.” As if to prove his point, the hand at his sheeny-slicked abs moves to grip your throat and drag you back closer to him. “That thing you do- yes, that-” And that’s only when you’re noticing - the way that your hips bucked juuuust slightly upwards in sensitivity, whenever his cockhead veered too close to your battered g-spot. So that was what he was talking about. “-don’t you think of running away from me, baby.”
“I didn’t think I was…”
“Why’s she trying to run a-away? Doesn’t it feel good enough?” He’s pleading up at you, left hand now pinning your lower half to his own. You could feel every single ripple n’ flex of his waist as he fucked up into you like a madman, and it made even the man himself tear up in sensitivity. “Doesn’t this pussy like it? Hck! Don’t I hit—” Stroking the target of your g-spot until you see stars, “-eeeevery good spot so well? Do I need to cum even more inside?”
Dazedly, you’re shaking your head. “No- hah! No no, it’s not that, Cho, it’s just—”
Long lashes fluttering, Choso’s holding you down to him so tightly that his knuckles stretch themselves white. Nails digging into your flesh. Heat seeping into your body. “Jus’ what, baby?”
“It’s just that I’m so sensitive.”
And there, you’d said it.
Blinking past your tears, all there was left to do now was to watch Choso’s reaction. Just the most adorable way he was blushing down to the roots of his hair as he took in your words- took in the way that his needy cock was the one to have done that.
Mouth slightly agape.
Cock twitching inside of you.
And his mouth opens to let out a scorched pant- perhaps you’re waiting for him to say something. But before saying, Choso’s doing. Acting. Flipping your sweaty bodies over so that you have your back against the silken sheets and your legs thrown over his shoulder.
His perspired forehead sticking to yours with a slight thud, Choso’s pressing you into a fucking mating press before you even know what’s happening. “And here- this-” He crushes your limp legs tightly to himself, stopping you from squirming a single inch. “-you can’t run away in this position, right, baby?”
Your jaw drops, “I-I guess not-”
“Good.” And it’s accompanied by the most lecherous plap! of his rotund tip entering your womb, leaving bruises for days. “So you can take me until I- hngh, cum dry, can’t you?”
“Yes-” The only thing you can gasp out, like a broken record player. “Yes yes yes yes-” You were still so damn sensitive, and every rub-a-dub of his veiny shaft left you reeling. Tears streaming down either of your cheeks. Your toes curling. Back arching-
And then…just then, a sudden realization hits you.
“Wait- Choso, have you stopped your blood manipulation technique from going to your cock yet?”
“What do you-”
“How are you gonna cum dry if you- hck! keep regenerating? We’ll just never stop-”
“Oh.” And yet another few vulgar slams, another smile. “I see no problem there.”
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Perhaps it hours later, days later, weeks later—but by the time that Choso’s finally slowing down, finally letting cock dryly orgasm out into your sloppy cunt- you think you can see the sunlight filtering through the curtains.
What day was it?
“Dunno.” Choso hums—did you say that out loud. He huffs out a bark of hoarse laughter, “Yes, yes you did.”
“Mmmm.” You’re curling up into his side, feeling the splash! of ivory sap streaming between your legs.
Stuffed so full by Choso’s thickened base, “Now…have you ever heard of a ‘rut’, my baby? Especially for curses?”
♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - Four arms// Four escapes.
“I really don’t know how you do it, my lady.” The elderly attendant mutters behind her hand, catching your attention from where you both had been watching the infamous King of Curses train.
Punch after punch dealt onto tall wooden pillars.
With his bare hands.
The oak shatters easily beneath his strength, all four arms dealing powerful blows that make the ground trundle beneath your feet. And once he was done with each pillar after one or two strikes, a group of Sukuna’s attendants would totter over yet another one. Hastening to stand it upright in the middle of the dojo, and sprinting away before they, too, were caught in the shockwave.
You supposed that it wasn’t particularly the most productive pastime, especially considering that you were simply an avid spectator.
But oh—did you have much to look at.
The thin layer of sweat on Sukuna’s shirtless body, emphasizing his every prominent muscle, biceps rippling as he moved his arms, abs tensing, eyes honed in on his target. It simply sent shivers down your spine, and you find yourself almost forgetting that you’d been in the middle of a conversation - technically.
“F-forgive me, the noise of the wood is quite loud, isn’t it?” You’re explaining, turning to your attendant with much difficulty. “What was that?”
“I said I really don’t know how you do it, my lady.” She places her palm on one cheek, staring over at the scene with a sigh. “I do not wish to speak ill of his majesty, of course, but with all those extra arms, those extra eyes, those extra mouths- all that monstrous strength…”
“Yes?”
“Forgive me for asking but…isn’t it almost fearsome?”
And you can only smile, “Far from it.”
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Less than an hour later and you were splayed out all across the dojo floor - empty, now, except for you and your husband. The King of Curses. Ryomen Sukuna. Shoving you down onto the carpeted ground and shoving his dual cocks inside you.
“What was that- tch.” Sukuna’s snarling out from above you, a hint of amusement in his grumbling tone. “Ya were gossiping about me with the help, were ya? Saying such sappy things- pah! don’tcha know that a king has an image to keep up, lil’ brat.”
And you’re gasping through your tears, words slightly muffled by the way that Sukuna clasps the sweaty back of your scalp and pushes your face deeper into the soft floor. “But- but I wasn’t lying–”
“And for that yer getting it even harder.”
Because they were right - Ryomen Sukuna is merciless, he is vicious…when it’s to do with your aching hot pussy, that is.
That red, rotund ends of his shafts were so fucking hard that it almost felt like he was about to burst- swirlin’ your insides in combination with his translucent precum. Pushing his wads into even the tiniest crevices within you, he swabs his lengths against your g-spot and then straight down to your cervix.
Creating two dull thud-thuds! that make your teeth set on edge, body weakly crawling forwards from his ploughing hips. “Oh my- oh my god—ngh.” You’re clawing at the ground in an attempt to hold on for dear life, “I will stand by the fact that you’re- ngh, actually a sappy softie-”
“Ohhh, you have such a mouth on you, woman.” The bridge of his nose crinkles in a smile that almost looks like a snarl. “Is it really yours- or that pussy of yours that’s talking now?”
You throw a dopey grin over your shoulder, “Why don’t you c’mere and find out- hck!”
“Mmmm, really is that pussy talkin’ then.” Sukuna’s tutting, and you can almost hear the roll of both crimson sets of his eyes. One of his clawed hands scraping down your spine, “I know my lil’ human isn’t brave enough to challenge me-”
“But I just said-”
“-unless she just wants ta be fucked even harder.”
Even harder. Even rougher.
The sloppy, sloppy glides of his cockhead ends up hitting your every tender orifice inside- just emptying out his pre into every crevice it’d stick. It slips down the sides of your channel and ends up leaking out of your hole, a delicate stream that his second cursed tongue flops out to lap up.
The slimy edge of his monstrous tongue ends up slipping between your quivering legs, ticklin’ back and forth to gulp up your sweetened juices.
Leaving you attempting to uselessly pry your hips away with a whine, “Oh- oh my goodness. Both cocks a-and your tongue, fuck, now that’s just unfair-”
“What’s unfair?” Sukuna humans, and oh—the audacity for both his smirking mouths to snicker down at you. Just raising his pale pink brow at the way you blabber out stupidly with the scourings of his shafts, “And here I thought you said I was sappy-” The words bursting down at you after each heavy probe of his dual tips, “-here I thought you said I was soft-”
“W-well you are t’me…” Bubbling out through the miry ribbons of saliva between your lips, you push your hips back n’ forth into his maddeningly.
“And yer saying- this is soft?” Only to be shoved a proper few inches down the floor - and you don’t get too far. Because two of his hands end up on your hips, one more on top of your scalp, yet another one wrapped ‘round your neck. All of them tightening to haaaaaul you back into him- “Really? Soft? Soft?” Striking your cervix particularly hard, “Because s’feeling reeeeal hard t’me, mama.”
“It does- it does feel hard.” You’re mindlessly agreeing, and he just finds it so adorable how you’re fucked so beyond stupid that you can’t do anything but whimper out your agreements. And yet, still stubbornly, “But you’re still…”
“Heh, cute.”
It’s just so easy to grip your body from four sides and draaaag you back onto his cocks, sliding across that floor, pulled until the curve of your ass cheeks were snug against his pink happy trail.
“N’ is it because m’sooooo soft that yer trying to fucking run away, brat?” Sukuna was merciless, manhandling you to him as if you were nothing but a ragdoll. Honed, he shovels all his matching inches into yours until it felt wrong to not have him stuffed inside your cunt. “Is it? M’just too- heh, sweet that you need to escape from my fat fuckin’ cocks? Just such a big softie that you can’t even handle it?”
Insisting, “I can handle- oh.”
“And it’s because the king is so merciful that I need ta be even rougher, don’t I?”
“Oh.”
Before you know it, you’re being bodily lifted off of the floor. And Ryomen Sukuna doesn’t even need to break a sweat to have you moved around just how he wanted it, and you blink- you’re suddenly carried off the dojo ground.
Arms scrambling to latch around Sukuna’s shoulders, ankles locking over his toned waist.
He’s lifting you clear seven feet off of the flat surface, where you have absolutely nowhere to escape from his thickened cocks. Swelling even further the deeper they push inside of you, “Heh- standing up.” Sukuna’s calling out over your crackling whines, “Now you have nowhere to go. Nowhere to run-” He nuzzles you with his handsome nose, so prominent. “-from your softie, huh?”
“I don’t- fuck.” In practically no time, he’s drilling into you like an utter madman. The round ends of his lengths constantly swabbin’ your sweet spots back and forth, “When I said you were a- ngh, Kuna-”
“Oh, shush, woman.” He’s fondly rolling his eyes - his favorite hobby, fucking his wife dumb. “And fucking- take- it.”
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The next time you’re watching Sukuna train, it’s seated.
With your body sore from the day before, and your thighs still quivering. You’re clasping your hands together, gulping, as you watched on at the repetitive motions of Sukuna destroying those towering wooden pillars once again.
A sight that you found hypnotizing- oh, the way he moved-
“I must say.” Your trusty attendant pipes up from her seat beside you, “I don’t believe I’ve ever seen his majesty wear quite this many layers when he is training. Quite strange.” She turns to you, “Is he suffering from some ailment? Must I summon the royal physician?”
“I uh-” You’re blinking down at your husband who- yes, was wearing an extra training robe today, unlike yesterday when he’d simply been shirtless. Though there was a damn good reason for that. “Not that I’m aware of…”
“Then I believe it would be a good idea to have his majesty undergo a check-up.” She’s nodding fervently, leaning into the middle of the battlefield to take a closer look at the fighting royal. “After all, we wouldn’t want to miss anything when it comes to his majesty, I trust that it isn’t anything serious but nevertheless- oh!”
And it’s then that you see it - the both of you.
The way that Ryomen Sukuna’s robes shift just slightly to the side as he gears up yet another punch. The way that Ryomen Sukuna reveals his skin, decorated in a pattern of bruises and lecherous nail marks and bite marks that leave the both of you gaping.
And the attendant snapping her eyes away from the king and towards you-
“W-well, I believe we must summon the royal physician despite that.” Looking at your middle, your own skin peaking out with nail marks of his own hands. “For…other purposes.”
♡ INO TAKUMA - XOXO!
“O-oh, Taku, just the feeling of it is so…” Your mouth waters, and you’re unable to even finish your sentence at the time.
The only thing you can even think about is the feeling of your boyfriend’s long, pretty cock. It was stuck all snugly inside of your cunt, opening up even the tiniest orifices - and not just that, but you were hypnotized by the feeling of his latest Prince Alber’s piercing—
It’d been just over a month and a half since Ino had come back from the tattoos and piercings shop with a surprise. Showing off that silvery orb he’d pierced along the sensitive line of his slit.
And fuck- was it hot.
Bu the waiting had been torture.
You had to wait for weeks after until he’d properly healed, until you could finally corner him in your shared bedroom and all but pounce on him. Until you could finally, finally feel the coldness of that lil’ sphere travelling back n’ forth inside your cunt, a sensation like never before.
“You don’t hafta be nice t’me, pretty.” And oh—Ino Takuma sounded as if he was on the very verge of falling apart as he’s begging down at you. Hips rutting into yours in a mean missionary, just the classic position so he could stare at both your pretty face and your pretty cunt. He blushes, “But…but do you really like it that much?”
You’re nodding furiously, “Like it? I love it, oh—can feel exactly where it is. Just a little to the right, Taku, and you’re gonna hit my- ngh, right there.”
Easily, the frigid circle of his piercing finds itself pressin’ down on your g-spot as if it was nothing but some cute lil’ button for him to push away. “Right there.” He whispers to himself, brows furrowing adorably in concentration. “Right there, right there, right there- you know how my piercing feels all- hngh, inside you, sweetness? How you can’t hide a single spot from me now?”
“Yes yes yes—” You were just so damn wet that any time his cock pulled out, that piercing near the top of his shaft glinted with so many layers of glazed slick. “Feel so perfect inside- hck!”
“If you think that’s perfect just wait until m’hitting your pretty cervix.” Ino coos out, his right hand falling down to the side of your hip so that he could properly control where he aimed.
Your legs curled tighter around his slender waist, “Well h-hurry up then-”
“My impatient girl.”
And you don’t have to wait too long - Ino Takuma never made his pretty girl wait too long - before the curved edge of his cock finally finds your most fragile spot. And not only is he grazing it with his length, Ino is taking the time to angle his hips and rub right along that particular spot.
Rubbin’ and rubbin’.
A few times until your eardrums pop with pleasure, and you almost don’t hear the next words out of his mouth- “Y’know I purposefully got my piercing exactly where I knew it’d hit your g-spot, sweetness?” Ino proudly announces, making your jaw drop. He did what? “Because I knew my girl’s pretty pussy would appreciate it, and of course- why wouldn’t I wanna always kiss that cute spot?”
“You’re- you’re insane.” You’re somehow gasping out, your entire body overtaken by the precise way that his Prince Albert’s piercing massages your nerves. “Oh my god, you’re driving me insane.”
“Mmm, in a good way- right?”
It takes you a few more cold smooches against your g-spot for you to finally snap - your legs planting upon either side of the mattress as you thrust yourself higher up the bed. Jerking sensitively every time Ino successfully manages to knock-knock-knock his mushroom tip against your g-spot. “I mean-” You hiss, “I mean- yes- fuck!”
“But then why are you running away…?”
After Ino’s pouty question, he’s grabbing a good handful of your waist and lugging you back down onto his cock. Your eyes snap open as you hit his toned v-line with a smack! fully plunged with his cock- before he’s starting his rugged pace once more.
Hips rutting down into yours like such an animal- “Why are you running?” He breathes, almost as if he couldn’t quite believe your action himself yet. “Don’t run from me, pretty, we still have so much to doooo—”
“M’not really-” But then his cold cold orb lodges against your g-spot once more and you swear you see white, “Oh my god-” Body moving instinctually before your mind once more to bounce away, “-holy fuck, it just feels too good.”
“If it feels too good then maybe this pretty pussy just needs to learn how to take it, hm?” He’s questioning, one brow raised. Pleading, “Don’t run, please.”
“I c-can’t help it- oh.”
And then…and then the strangest thing, Ino finds himself looking forward to that helplessly cute way that you’d try to steady your wobbly legs and push up the bed- as if you were torn on whether you wanted to escape or come back down for even more of him.
He’s finding himself hypnotized.
Finding himself addicted.
Ino’s growing even impossibly harder every time he has to pretend to roll his eyes, perhaps even sigh. And with the most sleazy smirk on his face, he’d clap his hand down upon your hips once more and gyrate your body back down. “But I haven’t even gotten ta kiss every part of you with this- ngh, piercing yet, pretty.” He’s throwing back his chestnut bangs and pouting, “First I hafta kiss your pretty clit here—mwah!”
Pulling out, you shiver and twitch once he taps his bulbous piercing down on your sensitive nub. “Oh my- ngh.”
“Don’t run.” He’s pinning you back down to him, until your clit gets crushed underneath the mass of his body, the tufts of his happy trail. “And theeeeeen I hafta kiss that s-sweet g-spot right here. Mwah!”
Precisely striking your g-spot with that metallic addition.
You’re bucking wildly a few times before you realize that you’re not going anywhere with Ino pinning you down. And it’s times like this that his strength, trained with so many missions, so many exercises, really left your cunt soaked.
Letting off the sappiest squelches as he keeps drilling his vein-covered shaft in- “And then- oh, can’t forget your cute cervix. Mwah!” Just sliiiding his cold piercing down the sopping wet end of your pussy, it draws frigid lines there that you feel even as Ino’s pulling back to do it all over again. “And your womb- oh, how I love her always. Just the sweetest gal, askin’ for my cum—mwah!”
You gasp, “Oh, you’re j-just so filthy, Taku. Didn’t even know you had this side of you.”
“Well, the piercing just has me appreciating every inch of you that I get to call mine, sweetness.” He hums, dragging his kiss-swollen lips down yours. “And next up is gonna be these pretty lips of yours- mwah!”
Shuddering at the implication, you couldn’t move even if you wanted to- and even though that’s what Ino was manhandling you into the entire time, well…
He couldn’t believe it himself, to be quite honest. He’s already hankerin’ for the way those glossy walls of yours would clench around him, would move all over and stir his thickened cock. You just had him drunk on your pussy with just a few sultry swerves.
And he’s holding one hand to your hips, pressing you against his toned pelvis- “Hey- hey, pretty.” Getting your attention, now matter how stupid you were fucked by him. Ino was already starting to move your hips by himself, signalling you to fuck back- “How about s’your turn to get kissed by me this time, hm?”
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The tattoo and piercings shop got a speedy appointment the very next day, and their brows slightly raised when they saw the name written down on the register.
INO TAKUMA—3:15PM APPOINTMENT TODAY
(MORE GENITAL PIERCINGS—POSSIBLE JACOB’S LADDER?)
So this was the very customer that’d wanted a Prince Albert’s piercing less than two months ago, and had nearly cried on the chair whilst getting it- though, despite how many times the piecers had suggested perhaps they do something else for the day, it was almost admirable how adamant he’d been. All for his lovely girlfriend, you, it seems.
Ultimately he’d ended up talking about you and showing pictures throughout the entire experience, leaving half the store swooning and the other half disgusted yet happy for the two.
And if he was coming back then- well, they can only assume that the surprise piercing went very, very well.
♡ GOJO SATORU - MARATHON
“Satoru?”
“Yes, my beautiful wife~?”
“Can reverse cursed technique be used in bed?”
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And that was exactly what’d gotten you into this mess in the first place.
With your face pushed into the mountains of your pillows, now drenched with all the pathetic droolin’ you’d been doing these past multiple hours. With your ass held high in the air, your skin there stinging and raw with constant impact.
Quivering at the next—
“Come on.” Gojo’s hoarse bass echoes out from behind you, enough to send goosebumps skittering across every inch of your body. “Come on come on- come on-” Because oh—he just sounded so unsteady. So gone. So ready to snap any and every second he’s plunging his red, wettened tip into your insides.
Voice breathy. Octaves higher.
Earlier, you’d made the mistake of slightly attempting to escape his aggressive thrusts- out of sheer surprise at the filthy pressure. And now - instead of being offended, instead of ignoring it, instead of rolling his eyes at your dramatics - your husband was urging you to do it again.
More.
Faster.
Further.
Shaking every time he’s reeling his hips back to slam into the deepest depths of your cervix, throwing you forwards a few inches down the bed. And Gojo’s watching the entire thing unfold with nothing but a shaky chuckle at the way your poor body was nothing but mush against his maddened pace. “Come on- come- fuck! come- on.”
“Oh my-” You’re throwing your head back, only for Gojo to lean forwards and bite down on the side of your neck like some animal in heat. “Oh my- hck! god- when you s-said regeneration, I didn’t think you’d be able to last- ngh, this long.”
“Come on- fuck, you mean my stamina, sweetheart?” And it was a pure wonder that he was able to even register the words you were saying, let alone form a coherent response. “My stamina’s always been like this, pretty girl…”
And as he trails off, you’re holding your breath- for the way that he’s then slamming a few greedy fingertips down on your clit and letting it buzz with sparks of cursed energy. “Oh fuck- oh.”
Gojo coos as you start to buck with the pleasure that flashes behind your lids, “It’s just that- oh, with my reverse cursed energy now—” He’s leaned up so close behind you that you could feel the glissade of his toned core, abs massaging down your spine. “-I don’t have to worry about breaking bones.”
And something in his tone told you that he was well and fully capable of doing so.
Well and fully.
He drags one of his training-roughened hands down the sides of your body, soothing all those sore tendons and ligaments. “So don’t be afraid to go all out, sweetheart.” Gojo’s humming, voice airy- with just an inkling of something…dark that sets you on edge. “Don’t be afraid to…h-heh run if you need to.”
“R-run?” You’re repeating after him. And you’re only halfway through your wonderment at just why you might need to run, when you’re getting your answer already.
When Gojo’s pummeling his puckered edge into you until you’re seeing stars- and you’re just so overstimulated that his strawberry divot has you crying out.
Body quivering as you jerk just a little, move just a little off of his rhythmically drilling shaft. Almost running from it.
And you swear that Gojo’s half-lidded peripherals burst with a faint few bolts of lightning as he catches the act, lips squiring up into a shattered smile. “That’s right-” One hand of his finds itself latched onto the back of your neck, forcefully bouncing you back n’ forth. “That’s right that’s right- run, my pretty little wife, run. Come on, run.”
“Satoru—” Whining out, your body can only weakly take his thorough pushes. Shivering as you pap! your hips down onto his, his cum from round prior sploshin’ all around. “Satoru it’s just s-so much…”
That’s all it takes for his blushin’ tip to throb just a little bigger deep inside of you, Gojo’s voice turning breathy as he exclaims. And any time you moved, he would just draaaag you back down. “O-ohhhh, yeah keep saying that. Just a little further, come on now- mhmmm, further.”
“T-trying—”
A cool breeze of reverse cursed energy refreshes your muscles, “Come on. Coooome on, this pretty body can give me a little more- s’just so cute how you keep runnin’ from it but still come back down for more. A little further now, my wife.”
“So bossy.” You’re huffing out.
“Oh yeah, that’s right-” And Gojo’s upturning his pretty pink lips and giggling—the audacity! He leans his weight further down on your lower half, making the gravity of it push you further up the creaking bedsprings. Whispering into your ear, “Does that make you wanna run from me, sweetheart? Wanna- hck! show me what I’m missing? Make me beg for you back again?”
“Yes-” You’re gasping, your entire body still aaaaaching- even despite the reverse cursed energy that flowed through you. As you didn’t have the years of training and stamina that he did, “Yes yes yes, it makes me want to…”
Your mouth waters once Gojo’s tip expertly locates your g-spot- so bruised by now with his constant thrashes. He tap-tap-taps against there a few times, “Makes you want to what, hm?”
“Makes me want to—oh.”
And you’re not quite sure what was about to fall out of your mouth, you’re not quite sure what you were even thinking at that point - because in a split-second, you’re crashing into your nth high of the night.
With your body dropping drunkenly down onto the bedsprings below, and your eyes glazing over with a fresh bout of overstimulated tears. Toes curling. Mouth squealing his name like a mantra.
Gojo has so much fun simply starin’ down at his pretty wife and sighing fondly - how cute. How easy it was for him to let his cursed energy go out of control- invisible tendrils of power lift you off of the bedsprings, raising you in midair. “I thought I told you to fuck back t’me- I thought I told you to run, my pretty girl.”
“I-I tried-” You’re sobbing, feeling his thick tip thud your g-spot without even trying - as expected, you’re looking over your shoulder and gasping at the lightning sparking around his eyes. He was using his Six Eyes to find your g-spot each and every time.
“Mmm, you tried? But s’not time to- ngh, tap out just yet, y’know?” He drawls out, amused. Those coils of Gojo’s power still keep you moving to his every whim and want- “How about there- the headboard. Try n’ grab it if yer gonna run, might just help you.”
Arm limply reaching forwards, “L-like this?” And it’s Gojo that has to help you properly clasp onto it, too. The audacity.
“Yeahhhh come on now.” He snickers, “Try to run- yes like- oh, put your back into it, sweetheart.” Whilst he’s pounding your geysering orifice like he’s just gone wild, he’s encouraging you to move your body. “Just a bite more- aw come on.” And just like that, he’s dragging you back down onto his furious cock with ease. “You’d never make it on the battlefield against me- heh.”
“Well you are the strongest.” You’re blubbering out, and it might just be the most sensible thing you’d said all day.
“Heh, you got that right.” Gojo hums, the prettiest pussydrunken smile on his face. He ends his ruby-red tip out at your cervix with a wettened squeeeelch! “And m’fucking you like it, too.”
The final lewd noise before your cunt gets plugged up again with so many webs of cum, the ropey lines of it taking over every inch inside you.
He lets his sweaty head fall back with a groan. His back arching into yours. His hips pinning you down to stuff you full, despite how insistent he was on letting you squirm away to your heart’s content. He wasn’t leaving a single bit of space for you, and Gojo watches with a smile at the way the ivory sap gleams out from your pussylips.
Gojo watches with his Six Eyes at the way the ivory sap gets fucked even deeper inside of you, ending up embedded all the way into the backs of your womb-
“Mmm, I think it finally took, my wife.” He announces.
And you have to look over your shoulder with a gasp, “It- oh.”
But Gojo Satoru wasn’t going to give your pussy up that easily, “Now, how about a study on whether infinite void can be used in bed?”
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Gojo wanted to burst out laughing, he really did.
He watches Yaga’s face grow paler and paler by the second, by the neat lines, of his jujutsu report. It was probably the first one he’s done since- well- ever (semantics), and if you asked Gojo himself then he’d tell you that he did a damn good job of it.
Diagrams and annotations and all.
Anecdotes, too.
The council of elders wanted a report of his cursed prowess, then they were going to get it.
And by the end of it, Yaga’s dark brows were lifting above his sunglasses- and the hand that’d been holding the report had started to grip it so hard that his fingers were breaking through the paper. “Ay! Easy there, Yaga-san, I only printed out one of those and it’s actually a very through deep dive on the use of my powers in sexua-”
“Gojo Satoru, you’re fired.”
♡ HIGURUMA HIROMI - T(rack)star
“Aww, my poor angel.” Higuruma, your loving husband, rubs your nipples softly through your ratty t-shirt. His fingertips alternating between rolling over and just lightly massaging your hardened nubs, slightly cracked from your recent bout at breast-feeding.
He hums to you gently, nudging his face along the inner part of your throat so that you can seep in his calming familiar musk. “So you’re saying that our daughter has been biting on my wife’s pretty tits too hard, hm?” And you’re nodding, wincing at the memory of your young daughter - you love her, of course, but she’d just started teething and the pain was getting almost unbearable during feeding time. “I’ll have to have a stern talk with her.”
You laugh at his half-joke, so deadpan. “My hero. But no- all I really need is some time to relax, I think.” Sadly gesturing at your tits, “Maybe pamper these girls a little.”
“I’ll book you a spa day at once- for tomorrow.” Higuruma states, eyes darkening with intent. “And a getaway next month, perhaps for just us. And we’ll start to wean her onto bottle-feeding, it’s about time, anyways. And…”
“And?” You’re raising a brow.
And oh- the way he was looking at you just now…“And for now…I have another solution.”
Less than two hours later and you find yourself flatly on your back, coursing through your second orgasm of the night. The sheer primal bliss rips through you and makes your limbs twitch each n’ every time Higuruma was fucking you through your high.
He was ruthless with it, just swipe-swipe-swiping away any droplet of your slick inside n’ replacing it with his own clingy sap. Claiming you from the inside out, he’s letting his translucent pre overflow from your leaky hole. Muffled, “Feels- mmpf, feels good, sugar?”
“Y-yes—” You’re trilling out, unable to help yourself. Before you’re glimpsing down at the vision of your husband, “Don’t talk with your mouth full, Hiromi.”
He pops off of your right nipple with a wettened plop! “My apologies.” And swear you can catch a thin line of saliva glide down a stern edge of his lip, something so out of place for your attorney husband. “How m’I supposed to be a father if I don’t even- hah, know manners myself?”
“Exactly what m’saying.” You huff, back arching- the nubs of your nipples were all glazed with his spittle, cold against the bedroom air. And you almost missed the hot cavern of his mouth- “H-Hiromi—”
“Mhmmm…” His eyes look down at your bitten-over tits all dreamily, lashes batting. “M’here- your husband here for you, my pretty angel.”
“Just want you to- fuck!” And he’s exactly back where you want him - with his gaped maw rovering over your nipples. Kissing. Licking. Biting. Loving.
He’s paying equal attention to both, swirlin’ the hot edge of his tongue over and over each one- before popping off and sucking on the other. Right as he pummels his achin’ cock into you, he massages your tits—bulbous tip twitching each time he gnawed down on the softness of your tits, and you swear you can feel him swell just a lil’ bigger inside of you.
Your husband was just ravenous- nostrils flaring like he didn’t even need to breathe, face flushing red with exertion, a thin line of perspiration running down his forehead and he can’t even stop.
“There there—” Purring, voice thick in the back of his throat. “Does it feel just a lil’ better, sugar- these soooore pretty tits, after a long day of nursing my daughter? And you- heh, you taste like sugar.”
Your jaw drops, chin falling down to your chest- meeting Higuruma’s sultry stare dead-on. “Wh-what are you talking about, Hiromi?”
Letting his pearly white canines lightly snag on your left areola, he’s humming from the back of his throat. “S’exactly like I said- y’know I’m a lawyer, angel, I don’t mince my words…much.” Lightly snickering, he’s then sucking on your tits- trying to squeeze both pretty nubs into his mouth. “But fuck- you taste so sweet…so creamy…” Dark eyes taking over a glazed look, “-almost like…milk.”
“Milk?”
And it wasn’t at all the first time that your husband had buried himself in the valley of your chest, sucking on your nipples like his favorite candy. But it was the first time since you’d had your daughter, considering the hectic schedule that came with raising a child- and Higuruma was positively lavishing your poor breasts with attention.
And it was the first time he’s saying that sucking on your swollen, sore nipples tasted anything like…milk.
With a hitched gasp, you’re reaching your dominant hand down and pryin’ aside one corner of Higuruma’s lips. Where he leans into the touch- where his kiss-bitten maw falls ajar for you- where he’s letting a thin stream of something milky white spill out.
“Oh- oh my god…” You breathe, “Hiromi, I’m lactating right now-”
“Mmmm—” He’s drunkenly opening his mouth even wider to lap at your overspillin’ nipples, the sappy gush of milk falling straight to his gullet. Greedy. Gluttonous. “I know.”
“Fuh-fuck!”
Because, as if it was even possible, Higuruma’s increasing the sloppy staccato of his hips. Letting his thick cock somehow swell even bigger. Redder. He was just so hungry scourin’ into every inch of your depths, pinpointing a bead of white precum for every ounce of milk that you were letting out.
A few stray trickles fall down his chin and Higuruma’s instantly darting his tongue to lap it up, not letting a single dewdrop go to waste. “Mhmmm—m’fucking you alright, sugar.” Slurring through his words, it’s almost as if he was pussydrunk and milk-drunk. “Fuckin’s what got these pretty tits all filled up with- ngh, sweet sweet milk, hm?”
“W-well-” You can’t help but arch your hips- unsure whether you wanted them away or papping! back down onto his for more, more, more. “Well, you’re right but-”
“Oh, I know m’right.” With a few more vulgar thrusts, you’re almost numb with pleasure.
Reaching everywhere - anywhere - for something like a lifeline, something to ground you to the constant bashes that Higuruma was roverin’ out on your walls. With so many veins that dappled along your sweetest spots, “You are-” Jerking, “You are and- oh, fuck, it just feels so—” Your milk coming out in streams—and fuck, the sight was just so lecherous. Higuruma gone on your cunt, gone on your overspilling tits.
“And I wonder if…” He briefly pauses in the middle of his lil’ monologue, leaving you curiously peering upwards at his hazy expression.
Before you even know what he’s doing, Higuruma has his hands detached from one of your tits and dragging you just a few inches deeper down his throbbing shaft, all the way until the tuft of his neat curly hair scratches against your clit. A carnal itch. His baritone sounded so damn serious as he rumbles—“No running.”
You shiver, “I- I wasn’t-”
And your husband’s shaking his head, lightly tutting at the way you’d just been so far from him. “Now now, then why are you so far away—?” Higuruma’s thick cockhead flinches inside of you, making you buck away once more in surprise- “Ah ah- I said no running, angel, how m’I going to- hah, fuck you pregnant again?” Just slobbering down the peaks of both your tits, letting himself gurgle on the creamy liquid. Just choking on it- “And make you leak outta these pretty tits twofold?”
You weren’t even sure if he was making sense at this point- and you weren’t sure if you were, either. Just rounding your hips down to meet every inch of his overeager cock, “I don’t know if it even…” Before you’re looking down at the utterly feral expression of your husband once more, “Well, maybe it could work…”
“Hah-” Higuruma cracks a smirk, still unwilling to detach himself from your nipples. “-s’what I thought, my beautiful wife—now get ready- don’t run.” He has a hand ‘round your throat instantly, pinning you down. “Ngh, you taste like yer about to cum again.”
“Oh, fuck.”
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.
You wake up feeling refreshed, a deep contentment in your bones that you haven’t felt in nearly forever.
Just slowly blinking your eyes open, just lazily sinking into the soft mattress of your bed- you know instantly by the brightness that you’d slept in late. And it wasn’t just because of last night that the world seemed just a little bit brighter.
“Fuck-” You’re hissing, sitting up on the bed in a panic. There were so many things that needed to be done- for staters, breakfast, and then getting your daughter ready for her debate lessons, and then you had to kiss your husband goodbye and- “Fuck fuck fuck- fuck-”
Nearly tripping over yourself (or maybe you do, you can’t quite keep track in your urgency) you tumble out of the bed and look over at the clock on your bedside table. 10:45AM. Why hadn’t your alarm woken you up already?!
Struggling to find your clothes from where they’d been…thrown around the bedroom, you’re just about to shrug on a robe of yours and race downstairs when-
“Shhhh, honey- don’t rattle those plates, you’ll wake mommy.” Higuruma’s calm, gentle tone speaks out - to none other than your daughter, you’re guessing.
“Okay!” Pipes a sweet voice, a tiny rattle of plates. And you’re assuming that your husband reached over to grab them himself, because she then says- “No no, I got it, papa. It’s your off-day so you should relax, too. I wanna surprise mommy with bed in breakfast.”
Synopsis. First time breaking the bed = his first time breaking you, too.
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Higuruma x Reader, Gojo x Reader, Ino x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!reader, breaking beds, some desks, FÉRAL JJJK men, ROUGH s, doggy, p sIapping, manhandIing, p talking, some plot, professor!Nanami, emo!Choso, D píercings, Itadori Jin cameo, true form Sukuna, DP, running from it, GOJO’S POWERS, overstím, marathons, dúmbifícation, slight exhíbitíonism, REACTIONS, pet names, swéaring.
A/N. I volunteer as tribute-
♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - Bed #6
You’re sure the employees at your local IKEA hated you.
Because the first time your bedframe suddenly collapsed in on itself, you’d blamed its lifespan - it was an old thing (probably), and not built to last anyways (maybe). It had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that your boyfriend had pounded you speechless on top of it last night, right?
Right…
And then collapsed the second bedframe—dammit! Those furniture aisles weren’t getting any cheaper, and here you must’ve gone and picked a poor design. But at least the third time’s the charm, right?
Alright, maybe the fourth.
The fifth.
Until it’s your sixth (and most expensive) bedframe yet- with your teary face smushed into the pillows, body tremblin’ on all fours. Toji’s rude, reddened length was just smashing into your core at a feverish pace, messing up your insides from behind.
Each loooong stroke was echoing out the loudest squelches, and above that rhythmic noise you could hear a sudden crack—
“Wh-what…” Raising your bleary head up from the bed, you’re pathetically trying to find the source of that noise. Back arching as you rise, your shaky body somehow scrambling on top of your elbows. But fuck-
It was just so hard when Toji was rolling his vicious hips into yours like that - with his aching hot tip swirlin’ right up against the roof of your cunt, drawing little patterns with his precum that make you whine. And he wasn’t just hitting your g-spot- no, Toji was targeting that cute lil’ bundle of nerves and just bashing it with his swollen shaft.
Again.
And again.
And again and again—“So…” Toji’s parched lips fall open with a snicker, hot breath cascading down your spine. Before you know it, he has one hand attached to the back of your clammy scalp- used to shove your face back into the pillows with his inhuman strength. He leans down to whisper, “-where are we going, doll?”
You shiver, “N-nowhere, Toji-”
“Now that’s obviously a lie.” He’s just pummeling his toned v-line onwards and onwards- every smack, smack, smack hitting the globes of your ass. And your boyfriend’s right hand meanly comes down to spank the glittery folds of your cunt- another cracking sound, and you buck.
You’re moving, you’re pinned down underneath Toji’s sultry weight, you’re hearing the grin in his deep baritone. “Aht aht- see? I don’t remember having a vacation planned.” Scoffing, he’s swatting your every deepest hidden spot, even harder. “So where the fuck do ya think you’re running to, mama?”
“I wasn’t—”
Yet another smack! of his roughened fingertips, and you can feel your ears ring. It’s almost enough to block out the sound of wood splintering that’d caught your attention-
“Now, y’know I don’t appreciate liars.” Toji’s smearing apart those very pussylips of yours, juuuust the slightest bit aside so he gets to tease your knobbly clit. He gets to flick his thumb sensually over it. “Speak.” He gets to pinch—“Before I talk to your madam here.”
You’re whimpering over the loudest slurp-slurp-sluuuurps as you’re taking him even harder, and the rickety bedsprings synchronize right along with you. “It’s just- hah, fuck, you’re so fucking big- it’s just I think that the bed’s about to-”
Spank!
His calloused fingertips just glued to where your sensitive nub was throbbing—“Yeeeees? Two seconds to finish your sentence before I consult her-”
“-break!” Sobbing out your lecherous confession - and the more aggressively Toji’s rutting his thick cock into you, the louder the cracking of the bed grows. Over and over. Following each thrust upon thrust. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck- you’re really going to break the bed, Toji-”
“Break the…?”
And then Toji casts his verdant eyes at the creaky frame, he lets his pussydrunken brain register it. He takes in a sharp intake of breath and oozes out creamy wads of pre into your deepest insides.
“Oh-” Just the sweet, sweet realization that he - he - might’ve been responsible for all five (and perhaps now six) beds you’ve had to replace makes something primal in him twitch. It almost makes him…snap. “Oh fuck.”
BANG—CRACK!
The loudest of them all, Toji claps his left hand down on the top of the headboard- and causes it to crack straight vertically down the middle as if made of cardboard.
Just as roughly as he was snapping his velvety length into you, the patterns of his veins molding themselves to your cervix. Toji’s grumbling, “Oh- fuck, mama, you mean to say that I’ve been fuckin’ her so hard that I…” And with a sound that almost sounds like a growl, he’s taking his left hand off of the useless bed frame now n’ using it to press your spine down. Bludgeoning his aching hips into yours- so hard that you cry out, so hard that the skin at his pelvis burns red, so hard that the bed starts to sag on one side. “And who’s fault is that?”
“Wh-what?” You’re gasping - you damn near can’t believe your ears.
“I said what I said. Didn’t I—” He wasn’t waiting for an answer from you, he was twistin’ his fingers on your clit and listening for the squelches. Smugly humming to himself as if he understood, “Mhmmmm, I did. And whose fault is it that I’ve been so- hah, fuck, insatiable? So greedy? So impatient to bend you over and fuck that pretty pussy until she can’t remember anything but my name?”
Another swat! and those dripping ribbons of sap leak out of you like a faucet.
“That’s right…it’s her fault.”
A few more spanks and you’re sobbing, each one wrenched out of you after the probin’ pushes of Toji’s cockhead. He pinpoints his slick translucent precum everywhere inside- “But- but I’m not the one that broke the bed-”
A sinful drag-drag-draaaaag of your clit, “And did I say it was your fault, mama?” The rugged tips of his fingers come down to tap away at your nub, until you can feel zaps of pleasure burst through your veins. “No, s’this naughty lil’ madam right- ngh, here.”
“Oh…” As if to punish your geysering hole for it, Toji’s perfectly pistoning his hips into yours. Drilling his plump shaft inside just like a madman- “But the- the bed is broken-”
Smack! “So?”
“And you’re still-” Harder and harder. “-going to-” Faster. You could barely even be heard over the cracks and creaks of your shattered bed. “-continue with this broken- fuck- bed?”
He’s raising one dark brow, scarred lips quirking up in amusement. “I broke the bed, not you, doll…” Right after he says this, his rude shaft pulls out of you to flip you over in one movement and lay you out on your back.
Your head rested against the pillows, legs thrown over your shoulders- barely even registering this mating press you’re suddenly put in before he’s shoving his blushin’ tip between your pussy folds once more and pushing. The blood vessels on Toji’s neck pop, swearing underneath his breath. You were still so tight that he has to fight against the resistance, bucking and bucking in rapid, animal half-thrusts. “-yet, that is.”
It feels like you’re being split apart, until you can taste the salted-caramel taste of his precum at your very throat—“Yet?”
“I haven’t broken you…” He finally empties out against your cervix, before grabbing ahold of your throat and draaaaagging you to fuck back. “-yet, mama.”
.
.
.
The employees at the bed section recognized you as you walked in. Again.
You could feel the way they slightly faltered as you waded through the rows of bed frames, you could feel their widened stares, the slight whispers they turned to one another to exchange. And so it took you a bit to steel yourself before you could walk up to one of them - the girl that had helped you last time, too.
“Excuse me-” You’re making yourself known, and her brows slightly raise in confusion at your reappearance here again. Inquiring, “Could you lead me to your strongest bed frames?” And before she can underestimate the requirement - “The strongest of the strong. If you have one made of hard diamond then all the better.”
“O-of course! I can lead you to our extra, extra durable beds if you could just…” And then her eyes flicker behind you - at the towering, trundling man that looked at the mattresses like they were new challengers. Beefy limbs. Pure strength. And then her gaze flicks to the bite marks at your neck, the way your walking kilter was just slightly off.
And at that very moment, you could read it in her eyes—oh, I understand.
“Actually, would you be interested in a custom bed frame, ma’am?”
♡ NANAMI KENTO - Exhi(desk)tion.
“It’s always the quiet ones.” The classmate seated beside you would tut, trying not to draw the attention of your history professor lecturing just a few rows ahead.
Professor Nanami was in the middle of a presentation on the Silk Road: and you knew you should be taking notes for the upcoming final right now, you knew you should be paying more attention to the map with trade routes rather than your blond-haired professor. You knew.
But his molten, hazel eyes briefly flicker your way- and the only thing you can think about at that very second is the zap of electricity that darts down your spine.
Clearing his throat, your stoic professor merely pushes his glasses upwards and turns to the rest of the class. As if nothing had ever even happened.
You were still reeling from your little moment, though you knew - oh, you knew - that the faint tint of red scorching on top of Nanami’s ears meant that he was, too. It’s only with a few deep breaths that you’re tuning back into your reality, with a hushed conversation that was still ongoing-
“Honestly, I think he’d be more of the dead fish type-”
“But he’s so handsome, there’s no way.” Aforementioned classmate insists, and you weren’t surprised that the entirety of your department was falling over handsome, gentle Nanami Kento. “With a face like that? And a body like that? He’s gotta be the type that breaks beds, c’mon-”
Their friend shakes their head, “Nah, it’s the handsome ones that never know what to do. So serious. You seriously think prof Nanami would break beds?”
“Hm…”
And you yourself have to hold back your giggles, because…
“Ngh- fuh-fuck—” A lacquer of saliva sploshes out from your mouth like a faucet, creating a wet sheen that Nanami eagerly bends his body down to lick up. Cleaning you of your sap, it drips down like a puddle on top of his wobbling desk. “M’cumming, professor, oh, m’cumming-”
“Cute…” With a slight snarl, he’s pushing his plump cocktip to swipe down your g-spot. Just so familiar with your sultry pussy that Nanam could map out the exact timing of your peaks, ending off his thrusts with dull thuds! right at each one. “But didn’t I tell you not to call me that when we fuck?”
“O-oh, you did…” You’re trailing off, cockdrunken enough that it was a damn miracle you could even speak coherently still. “Fuck, right there, sir, ngh-”
“Sir?”
And then your ass is feeling the tough slap of his fingerpads, you jolt as you didn’t know that it was coming. Just the sizzlin’ sensation of his punishment, then feeling his blond happy trail soothe over the sting with pap! after pap! after pap! of his drilling hips.
Nanami hums, “That’s a new one- but m’Kento to you, my love.” His glazed tip spurts out a few more beads of sap, a second skin on top of your slick pussy. “Only to you.”
“K-Kento-” You’re clawing from your place on top of his classroom desk, making it creak in your haste to fuck back into his hammers. “Kento Kento- oh, Kento—” Voice cracking.
“Easy there, girlie.” Hushed warning raising goosebumps all over your shaking limbs- and all of Nanami’s loooong nine inches swab around your wet cunt like a madman. Swirlin’ his mushroomy tip, filling you up with his incredible size.
Over and over.
The metal of your professor’s expensive wristwatch caresses down your spine as he pins you further into his work desk, bending you over the polished mahogany. One that rickets after each and every thrust- “Eeeeeasy easy-” After each probe into your spongiest depths, “-take it like my- hah, good girl, darlin’.”
“I- hngh, I already am.” Grumbling half-heartedly underneath your breath, you raise your hips as if to prove your point.
And you didn’t think that Nanam Kento, reputed gentleman, unofficial campus crush, would ever let you do all the work—did you?
No- not at all, in fact.
With a slight smack to your behind, Nanami’s strong hands loop underneath your thighs and lift you straight off the floor. As if you weighed absolutely nothing, he’s stopping your feet from touching the tile, stopping your soppin’ wet pussy from running away- “Mmm, yeah, you already are.” Tilting his head to watch the way your swollen folds take him in, Nanami’s only driving his veined shaft even deeper. And the creaks echoing from the desk are almost deafening- “Look at you- my reeeeeal good girl, huh?”
“I am—hck!” Nodding stupidly, you can’t do anything but whine n’ shake as he’s primally stretching out your channel. Finishing off at your cervix, you could feel a bruise start to formulate where his cock ended off. “I am I am I am-”
“Although…”
Oh?
Before you know it, with yet another rude spank! of his fingertips, you find Nanami now grabbing at the back of your throat to force you to bounce even harder against his cock. “Although, this slutty skirt of yours makes me think ya really aren’t a good girl, hm?”
“O-oh, this?” Oh-so-dazed, you can barely even look down at the skirt that Nanami had just flipped upwards whilst he pounded into you.
“And this blouse-” Tugging on the blouse that you’d worn just for him- your professor’s tugging on the buttons that further leave your heaving chest exposed. “And those- hah, noises.” Angling his plummy, split-ended tip to swipe down your g-spot n’ make you whine. “And not to mention those expressions…those pretty lips.”
The very hand on your neck suddenly twists your head backwards to properly face him, looking over your shoulder. It’s the perfect position for him to target your half-parted lips and spit straight onto the middle of your tongue, “My second favorite lips of yours, darling. So filthy.”
“Sh-shit- they were right.” As you mindlessly babble, your professor looks at you in interest for you to finish. “You are the type to- ngh, break the bed.”
“Gossiping about me?” Nanami coos, before planting yet another infamous spank of his, you were now so past your high that you were veering into overstimulation territory. “So that’s why those grades of yours aren’t improving, hm? You’ve been- ngh, imagining getting fucked by me instead of paying attention.”
“W-well…”
“Well, allow me to- mmm, let you in on a little secret, my love.” He’s breathily whispering against your ear, hulking body bowed so deep that the lines of his abs press through his thin work shirt. Close. So close—you think you were almost near your second orgasm of the day. “We’re already broken the desk-”
And then you can’t even double-check whether Nanami Kento was telling the truth, because at that very moment you’re seeing nothing but pure white.
Pure need.
Pure desire that bubbles in your veins and overflows from your gushing pussy.
You’re suddenly being thrust into your second orgasm - and you can’t do anything but arch your back into Nanami’s pinning, muscular weight and let him fuck you perfectly through the sensations. His drivelling hot tip poking into your g-spot, “F-fuck—” And it’s not you that’s gasping - it’s him. Just as you clench with your heated insides, both of Nanami’s hands come down to cage you on top of the desk and buck—making the desk creak louder than ever. “Fuck, my love- because how can a man not break when he’s inside of you?”
“Oh, Kento.” You’re babbling away, tears streaming down your cheeks. “It feels so g-good…” Blinking your dazed eyes open, and oh-
Oh.
The desk…you couldn’t even call it that.
One side of the piece of furniture was sagging, your nail prints had permanently embedded in the wood, and a great big crack had formed right in the middle where Nanami had been putting in the most force.
And you’re remembering with jolt that this was a mahogany desk.
Your mouth drops, “Oh…oh my god.”
But of course, that doesn’t mean that your professor was stopping- barely even slowing down. He drags his fat, vein-covered shaft along your walls at the convulsions of your high—“Mmm, I prefer ‘Kento’.”
So caught up in your little ministrations - in his furious pace - you don’t notice that the door to the history professor’s classroom was just slightly ajar…
.
.
.
You could feel the whispers even before you sat - it was assigned seating for most of the semester, and you’re throwing a polite smile in the direction of the very same classmates you’d sat next to a few days ago.
Only for them to blanch- and turn to their friend to whisper.
Hm, you wonder, how strange. But it was no major matter - Nanami had just walked into class, setting his briefcase down on his (new) desk, and he looked as handsome as ever.
“No- I’m serious! Just look at the new desk, that’s proof-”
Unwilling, you catch brief wafts of their conversation.
“He really does break beds…well- desks.”
♡ GETO SUGURU - ANIMAL
Geto’s breathy moans. His slight noises that he tried to gnaw on his bottom lip to hide away. The lecherous smacking of his pale hips slamming into yours. The lewd slurps whenever his pretty cock enters your womb. And then—
CRACK—!
Oh my god…did he just…
In the mating press you’d been oh-so-easily folded into, you’re raising your eyes in the direction of the noise- only for Geto Suguru to throb his flared tip against your tenderest spots and make you shut your eyes and gasp.
“F-fuck-” Body squirming restlessly, you try to grip onto Geto’s silken sheets and steel yourself- but he’s only holding onto either side of your arms and pinning you down whilst he tunnels his cock into you. “Fuck! Suguru, the- the bed-”
“The what?” Geto’s dazedly asking, a strange sort of slurring in his tone that you’d usually never hear from the cult- ah, association leader.
Honestly, you don’t think he even registers you properly - you don’t think he even hears it. “Stop thinkin’ silly things, gorgeous.” Nothing in his hotly whirling mind at that moment but the carnal temptation to enter past your sopping pussylips- and then glide his veiny shaft in until he pushes and pushes. “Focus on me.”
He doesn’t want anything else.
He doesn’t need anything else.
Nothing but the sweetness of your walls clenching ‘round him, trickling your wet sap until his pelvis glistens. He’s fucking you furiously- and massages the softest part of your insides until you’re seeing white. And it’s only with the last remaining bit of your rationality that you can manage to squeak out, “Suguru, the- the bed- fuck.”
Rolling those amethyst eyes, “Yeah, m’fucking you on the bed- and what?” He’s ruthlessly asking you, barely even hearing the loud cracks that echo from either side of the bedframe.
Before you know it, one of Geto’s palms comes down on the crowned top of your head. Latched on and pulling you into his rapid thrusts, he’s wetly scouring your every inch of space inside- letting himself go wild. “Don’t you- fuck.” Spitting out between a feral snarl as you begin to clench your bubblegum-like walls, “Don’t you fucking think of tapping out.”
You feel as if he’s punishing you with his painfully hard cock, unable to hide anything from him inside. “I’m- I’m not—” You sputter out with a sob.
“Then just- fucking- take it, gorgeous-” Each of those mean words were punctuated with the most vicious hammer of Geto’s hips, hard enough that you can glimspe the skin ‘round the area of his v-line start to redden and swell.
Just sloppier.
Harder.
Until the bed echoes out with such a deafening ricket that it causes the cult leader to look up, as well. And his urgent heaves finally calm down a little as the dark-haired man takes in the clear splinters in the headboard, the nails that were unscrewing loose by his movements.
Did he do that?
It was finally your chance, and you somehow manage to catch your breath- “Y-you see what I’m talking about? The bed, it’s hngh-” Waves of shivers unfold down your spine as Geto snaps his gluttonous gaze down to you, looking at you as if you were a dessert he just wasn’t ready to give up yet- “-you’ve broken the bed, Suguru.”
And there’s a pause, a beat. As he lets the words sink…“And?”
Your mouth unfastens in shock, “Wh-what-”
Before immediately clasping shut as Geto burrows out a honed thrust that you feel in your very throat. His plump cockhead back to spearing your cute insides, curving against the roof of your pussy so that you can follow his targeted strikes to your cervix.
Your boyfriend looks at you with a dark brow, raised with amusement. “And?” As if that was explanation enough for his response, he fucks each n’ every question straight back into you. Talking like he was crazed, “And what does this pretty pussy want me to do about, gorgeous, hm?”
“Please-” Clawing your nails down his flexing, rippling, shoulders. Unable to even answer his question—“Fuck, what do you mean you’re going even harder after you broke the- b-bed-”
“Does she want me to fuck her sooooft n’ sloooow to stop breaking the bed even more?” Geto asks, and to emphasize his point he’s sensually slowing down his hips. Passionately peppering your innards with smooches of his bawling divot- “Or would she like it hard- fuh-fast so we can break my bed even more, hm?”
“Didn’t even know you could- oh.” You’re throwing your head back as he then ruthlessly picks up the pace to bruise his deliciously curved cockhead against your insides.
Swirlin’ his lewd cock around.
Banging himself into your smallest orifices.
Upturning even the tiniest crevices with wads of his glittery pre - Geto wasn’t sparing you any mercy, any split-second without kissin’ away at your cervix, any second for either you nor the bedframe to stop shattering-
“Or- or…” But Geto himself wasn’t too far behind you, and he’s struggling to keep out the ruined quiver in his tone. Leaning down so that he can gnaw n’ tug on your lower lip as he spits into them, “Or do you want me to take her- that pretty pussy with both? Want me to- hah, be cockwarmed by her? Want me to order someone to fix the fucking bed while I take her-”
“Please-” Like a mantra, you run your hand through his Stygian black locks. You’re looking up into Geto Suguru’s predatory eyes, and something in them glimmers with something dark- “I just want you, Suguru- hck!”
It’s like the world folds in on itself.
One second you’re splayed out like such a slut on Geto’s large (now-broken) bed, and the next thing you know- he’s picking you up and manhandling your back against the damned tatami floor.
Not even pulling out. Not even giving you a second to register it before he swats his flushed tip against the back of your pussy. Not even sparing a slight glance at the shattered bed beside him before he’s fucking you into the floor like a damned animal—rutting, bucking, wildly pulling open your gooey walls with his sheer size.
“S’what you asked for.” Geto’s grinning, saliva-covered lips curling up into something sleazy. And as if it wasn’t enough to take you right then and there, he’s spitting into that maw of yours. “S’what- she asked for.”
“Oh my god—” Your moans drag on, pulled out of you by the veiny massage of his length. His prominent veins puff n’ scratch a carnal part of you that you can’t control, “Fuh-fuck!”
“Shhhhh-” Geto’s bubbling out his spittle against your tongue once more, shutting you up perfectly. “Shut up. Can’t you hear that?”
Hear…?
Despite the way you were huffing and puffing at his rudeness, you’re craning your ears to listen for any source of noise. Though, now that the rickety bed was retired, there was really nothing other than the- conversation?
The sounds of a formal discussion from the floor below, one that makes your heart stop. “Oh my god, Suguru, don’t tell me there’s a-”
“There is.” Geto’s nodding with a feline smile, “A meeting I’m supposed to be at.” And that mere notion doesn’t even stop his hips from drilling into you at a feral pace, “So if you don’t mind, I’d prefer that we don’t break the floor, too, gorgeous.”
Oh.
“Oh.” One of the eldest, most esteemed members of the Time Vessel Association looks up at the trundling ceiling. Quivering and creaking in sudden spurts, it had gotten to the point that they simply couldn’t hold an important meeting about their association agenda without paying mind to it- “Did we have construction planned for the master wing of the temple?”
“I don’t believe so.” Another one furrows his brows, “That’s the master’s bedroom isn’t it?”
A few murmurs of agreement, it was quite the packed chamber, though each member had fallen silent to listen to the thudding noise by now. One pipes up, “Do you think that master has fallen ill and needs help?”
“No, perhaps he’s exercising?”
Some agreement, some disagreement.
“Maybe there really are some renovations going on. Do you think the master would like some help?”
“No, no. It must be a new backtrack to meditation- don’t you know that our master is always ahead in these sorts of things.”
“That’s true, but maybe it’s actually-”
A moan.
A voice they knew very, very well - yours.
And the meeting falls silent.
Chips of the ceiling start to shower atop them.
“We might need some construction very soon- jot that down.”
♡ CHOSO KAMO - (Pussy)breaker!
Choso Kamo: the quietest kid on campus, the one with the piercings and the jet-black nail polish that often got him classified as ‘emo’ (he didn’t mind, of course, he agreed himself).
Choso Kamo: also your boyfriend, the very same one you were privy to knowing had a special side of him that was much…needier than anyone you’ve ever encountered before. Much greedier. Much more desperate to touch every inch of your body that he could.
Choso Kamo: currently handcuffed to the slim bedposts of your dorm room with fuzzy hot-pink cuffs. You on top of him and making him buck upwards to chase the hot, gooey feeling of your cunt-
“Please-” Craning his clammy head upwards, his mouth hangs largely agape and plasters your tits with lewd bites. “Please- please, I’ve been good. Just let me touch you, baby?”
And you’re slowing down mid-bounce, the glossy channel of your walls dragging just enough on his sensitive length. With your poor boyfriend shivering at the feeling of you using him this way, you’re tapping a finger at your chin and pretending to think, “Hmmm…no.’
And you barely even have the time to blink before Choso scrunches his eyes shut and lets out a single tear- lets out a needy buck of his slender hips—
“Ah ah- what did I say?” You’re huffing, arms crossing to make it as if you weren’t even going to ride him crazy anymore. At the sight of your actions, Choso lets out a hollow cry that makes you giggle- “I told you not to act out, Cho, didn’t I?” He’s fervently nodding, fervently agreeing. “And so by- ngh, doing that, you’re not really a good boy, are you?”
“N-no, I’m not.” Only after Choso shakes his head do you start to move again. Holding onto his tattooed biceps, just the sultriest moves that squeeze and squeeze his aching hot length deeper inside your cunt. You could feel his orb Prince Albet’s piercing drag across your cunt, that frigid lil’ piercing on the very top of his mushroomy tip.
And even when he was tied up, Choso’s cock was just so laaaarge and so hot and greedy stretching out your tiniest crevices, your nooks and tender crannies.
With a particularly hard gyration of your hips - one that leaves him utterly hypnotized by the way you move - Choso’s tilting his blushing head to the side and adoring you. Words blurting out of his mouth before he even knows it, “But what if m’your bad boy? And I can fuck you like- hah, like the slut you are?”
“Mmm, nice try.”
The mattress creaks as you’re speeding up your hips, snatching away every word in his throat. Choso’s prominent Adam’s apple can do nothing but gulp as he tugs on his restraints. So hard that your bed frame rickets. “Just so mean- oh.” You’re clenching your sopping wet walls, and the desperate man below you can’t help but jut his honed hips and tremor—babbling out with his head throwing back, “But I just l-like it so much when you’re mean to me, it makes my cock so fucking hard-”
And you excuse him - just barely - when he rolls his hips upwards n’ bashes his plump cockhead out of turn. “Oh, Choso.” If only because Choso’s flared tip was scrape-scrape-scraping against your nerves.
He plunges straight against the tenderest orifice at your g-spot, marking it with his rotund piercing. “Is this- ngh, good?” Bucking into it wildly, you could feel the fat circumference of his cockhead swirl all ‘round and leave his indentation there. “Am I being a good boy now, baby?”
“W-we’ll see…” You’re just barely managing to keep your tone even, bouncing back into his constant thrust.
Choso pouts with his pierced lower lip, snake bites glinting.
And he could feel the slick layers of your arousal increase - you were getting so much wetter at the feeling of him chasing your wet cunt. Barely even waiting for that recoil at your cervix before he’s letting his geysering tip jerk inside once more. Once more. Once more- once more.
Gurgling out at the back of your throat, “Ngh- hngh, fuck. It feels good- right, baby?” Such great glittery tears decorate his lashes, and he looks oh-so-pretty simply blushing when you look down at him. Hands aching to reach for you, your bedposts creak wildly as he does so. “If it feels good then maybe you could let me f…”
“What was that?” Fuck- it was almost too sinful how you had the audacity ask that while speeding up your hips. Letting the sultry suctions of your pussy increase and leave him whimpering - something that you make note of quite quickly.
He bucks in rapid half-thrusts, tattooed biceps straining against their restraints. “Fuck- oh. I just—-oh, fuck, how can your pussy feel s-so good, baby?”
Raising a brow, “And is that what you wanted to ask, hm?”
He’s shaking his head, he’s making the headboard move furiously with the tugs on his cuffs. “No- no I just-” Only for his thoughts to collapse at the sight n’ sensation of you above him, “-please, baby. C-can’t speak.”
“Oh? Whoops!” And then you smile such a devilish smile, something that he can’t do anything about but wrap his pink lips ‘round one of your nipples and bite. “Sorry about that, Cho, allow me to let you- ngh, catch your breath then.”
It’s almost agonizing how you’re slowing down after that, slurp after slurp of inches being fed between your legs. Heavy thrust after thrust. Smooch after smooch of his piercing.
“Th-thank you, baby.” Choso hisses out, now that he could string together coherent sentences again. He looks up at you through his long lashes, “Just wanted to ask- to beg whether you could now free m- oh, fuck.”
But you weren’t going to let your pretty boyfriend off that easy, were you?
Before he can properly finish his sentence, you’re suckin’ up Choso’s ruby-red tip once more. Such a mean smile on your face once you hum, “Hmmm, how about if you can break out of-”
CREAK-CREAK—!
It happens so fast that you don’t even see it immediately, that you just hear the noise of your poor bedframe being torn apart- before suddenly you’re on your back against the dampened sheets with a ravenous Choso on top of you and his probin’ cock jutting inside you.
The snug stretch of his piercing, the roughened feeling of his hands—all over you.
You were being stimulated from every angle and corner, your boyfriend’s fat cock shovelling inside. He stubs his tiny piercing against your g-spot over, and over, and over again. “Fuck- fuck, ngh- I t-told you m’not gonna be able to be a good boy.” He’s huffing into the crook of your neck, hiding that burning blush. “Fucking you like a slut is what I do best- ngh, fuck, and m’ready to give up anything to feel you. To touch you. Anything- anything.”
Choso raises his chocolate eyes to watch for your reaction- and that’s it. That’s when he sees it.
“Oh, fuck.”
He smacks! his hips to yours, so incredibly deep.
“Oh, fuck.”
And before you know it, Choso’s shovelled his pierced tip all the way to your cervix and was pouring out wads of creamy white cum. Ivory sweetness. Oozing wetly out of you and gluing your thighs together. Just the loudest, most sinful sluuuuurp as your pussy sucks up all the stringy ribbons that splatter against your womb.
You could feel it pooling right at your channel, and sploshing about every time that Choso was urgently fucking each ounce inside. “Wh-what?” You’re just so far gone - so properly fucked on his vein-covered shaft - that you have a hard time computing his words. “What’s the matter, Cho?”
“Oh, baby…” Choso reaches over, and there’s a loud bang! of something that sounds strangely like furniture falling over itself. And that…that makes you look up in confusion—“We broke the bed.”
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It was difficult to explain to your RA just why you needed a new bed for your form…(the current one was so far past fixable, that neither of you even wanted to try- and Choso had still taken you atop it until you’d reached two or three highs).
And it was even tougher to watch as Itadori Jin moved in the parts to a new one - your dear boyfriend had offered to pay for and move a new one in, seeing as he was partly responsible.
He stood by your side, furiously blushing, as if the two of you couldn’t look even more conspicuous underneath the kind man’s gaze.
“And remember-” Jin announces, once he was finally done fixing the bed up inside your room, he manages to catch the attention of both you two and the few stragglers of the dorm that’d stayed behind to see what the commotion was about. You could hear the whispers starting to spread about ‘that emo kid Choso’ and ‘he really did that?’ already. “-go easy on this one unless you want another bed broken, kids.” He looks between you two meaningfully, “And kids. Unless you want kids.”
You put your face in your hands, Choso nearly faints.
“Though I wouldn’t mind becoming a grandfather already-”
♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - Curse-BREAKER?!
“Sh-shit-” Your body moves before your mind, and you don’t even realize it before your hands surge out towards the bed’s ancient headboard.
Clasping onto it, you’re digging your nails into the aged mahogany and holding on for dear life. All the while the King of Curses was simply losing himself on the velvety feeling of your pussy, letting himself unravel more and more after each honed thrust—“Oh- oh my god, Kuna. M’begging you for- hngh, mercy-”
“Haaah?” Sukuna gruffly pants, casting a hot breeze down your back. It makes you arch lewdly into his touch- oh-so-perfect for the hulking king to cup either side of your hips and slam you back against his. One length stuffed at your cunt, the other inside your other hole- “Speak up, woman, can’t fuckin’ hear you over that pussy of yours.”
“I- hngh, I said.” Babbling away, you could honestly barely even hear yourself over the sultry squelches that emanate from between your thighs.
“Said what?”
“That I- fuck.”
And as you stutter n’ shiver, Sukuna simply rolls his eyes and bucks his hot cocks deeper. “Yeah yeah- we know yer getting- heh, fucked.” He lets the mouth on his stomach fall open, and you can feel his cursed tongue slither ‘round your thighs and head towards your pussy. Pryin’ those bloated folds open, “Now, speak properly before I hafta- ngh, ask from these lips.”
“Just so mean…” You’re sniffling, tears cascading down your cheeks at the rovering of his lengths- now combined with the way that his second tongue was just lightly pressing down on your throbbing clit.
Snickering, “So ya can say that, huh?” And then Sukuna accelerates his drilling hips so much that the bed frame echoes out creaks, thrown at the pressure of his movements.
“I just-” You sob, your body unsure whether to fuck back into him for more—to angle his bulbous tips juuuust right, or to fucking run away. “M’begging you for-” Stimulated so much on the massaging motions of his lengths, you’re feeling the line of one of his slits just perfectly enter into your womb. “-for- fuck!” Just perfectly tickle his tastebuds up n’ down your pussylips, “-mercy.”
Smack!
And it wasn’t Sukuna hammering down a rude spank, it wasn’t even him slapping his tastebuds down on your cunt. No- it was all him ramming both his matching lengths so hard that you’re seeing stars.
That the tuft of his messy pink happy trail scratches your skin until it stings, that even the mouth slashed across his stomach seems to gasp.
That one of Sukuna’s four arms lurches down to grab your neck from behind, draaaagging your helpless body back into his aggressive thrusts. He chuckles darkly, “So you’re saying- heh, you want…” He makes you anticipate the end of his sentence with a few more probes of his double tips. “-more.”
Your eyes snap open, and you can feel both excitement and fear overcome you. “M-more?”
Sukuna smirks, “See- that settles it.”
“Wait I said-” Suddenly fucking each n’ every syllable back inside your clogged-up throat. Each n’ every syllable.
“Oho?” He croons, scalding pants dusting your thighs as even his cursed mouth snickers. “Even more? Ya really are insatiable, woman.”
Both stacked lengths throb inside of you, and you swear they were swelling up even more.
“I wonder who’s insatiable.” Sniping out, you’re counting two bruises the exact size of his cockheads formulate right where both of them ended out. Your spongiest depths, every ridge inside being pinpointed with his milky pre.
Especially at your cervix, Sukuna was swirlin’ his ribbony strings of pre around. Only drilling his hips in faster. And faster. And faster.
“Fuck- fuck fuck fuck fuck. I can- hngh! feel you right at my very throat. Twice.” Your fingers were numb on the shuffling headboard, and he was assaulting your tender g-spot like nothing. “Any more and I think m’gonna…”
“Cum?” His luscious tastebuds slap-slap-slap your sensitive clit, “So cum, ma- no one’s stopping you here.”
“Yes but- no, but-” You’re struggling to even string your thoughts together, glittering tears welling up by the corners of your eyes. Bucking wildly, pleasure sparking behind your eyes. “-it just feels like m’gonna do more than cum, Kuna.”
Scoffing, “Heh…cum twice? I wouldn’t mind one for each- fuck- cock stuffed inside you, brat.”
There’s a distinct ringing in your eardrums, and although part of it might be because of the sheer force being put on your lower half- the other part of it was from…the bed screws? “It just feels like m’gonna squirt, Kuna.” And you could almost hear the mean response formulating on the tip of his tongue, “But the thing is, I don’t even know whether I can squirt-”
“Oh, shush.”
Before you know it, a second of Sukuna’s hands reach down to cover his face- to plaster his palm against your mouth- to let the cursed mouth on his palm open n’ slip his tongue between your whimpering lips. “You think you can’t cum when you’re with- mm, me?” There was an almost-insulted tone in Sukuna’s voice, “Don’t hafta worry when you have ‘Kuna’ with you, mama- just shut up and squirt.”
And then you are.
Well, not only are you squirting—but you’re holding on so hard to the creaking headboard that it starts to shatter.
Just like your vision was. Just like the stabs of pleasure all throughout your veins were- again and again, until you’re seeing white behind your eyes and your mouth starts to loll open stupidly.
And the splashes of syrupy sap that drivel from between your legs start to go into overdrive, until a sheen of it glues to Sukuna’s pink happy trail. “I-I’m—” Barely even able to squeak out your moans, he was emptying his lengths thud-thud into your insides. “It’s so much- mmpf!”
“You can still speak?” The fat girth of his third tongue slicks every inch of your own mouth, it’s slimy tip making out with you in such a filthy way. “Guess I haven’t done my job well enough, hm?”
He was making up to that, it seems. Because in practically no time, Sukuna’s increasing the pace of his vulgar strokes - slamming one of his viciously red tips against your g-spot, and the other to stretch out your other cute lil’ hole.
You could feel them press against your tender walls, almost sliding into one another- “Oh fuck-” And any time you’re shaking with the stimulation, trying to pull yourself free from Sukuna’s arms, he’s tugging you back with the palm glued to your maw. Kissing you deeper - dragging you back. “Oh fuck, it just, mm, feels so-”
“Where’d you think you’re going-”
“It’s so much, I might just cum again-”
A sensually aggressive pull—“We’re not done, woman.”
And then you don’t know whether it’s the way you’re gripping onto the headboard, you don’t know whether it’s just the way he’s manhandling you like it’s nothing to him - but Ryomen Sukuna has the globes of your ass pressed against his pelvis, and the headboard on his king-sized bed crashing down to the floor.
Just from him stopping you running.
Just from the force of your pleasure.
It falls with a clatter, and your eyes widen as you turn to stare at it- before they’re immediately falling shut again at the feeling of yet another high hitting you head-on.
“Ahhhh- fuck.” For the first time, his hips suddenly falter. “Ah fuck, you seriously…” A bark of laughter leaves him.
And you whine through your tears, still pummeled by his cock. “Shut up.” But in actuality, he’s shoving the tongue on his palm even deeper into the cavern of your mouth to shut you up.
“You broke my fuckin’ centuries-old bed, huh? That thing was an heirloom- probably.” Sukuna whispers to himself as he feels the tightest lil’ clench of your wet walls once more - as if you were trying to milk him even more. Before his face suddenly splits with a grin, “Heh- you’re next, brat.”
And if the King of Curses’ subjects looked at you slightly fearfully after that at the fact that you’d broken one of Sukuna’s prized possessions, well, he certainly didn’t mind…
Because he’d told his attendants to ready at least fifteen more beds after that.
♡ INO TAKUMA - Acci(dent)!
“Never have I ever done it raw.”
Giggles erupt at the question your friend had just posed, and Ino blushes to the roots of his chocolate brown bangs as several members of the tipsy circle turn to look at you two. The couple of the group, it wasn’t a secret that the two of you were serious and happily in love with each other.
But what did feel like a surprise (at least, to the rest of them) was the fact that neither of you put your fingers down to denote that you had done it raw.
They balk at the realization.
They whisper—
“Wait? You two- I would’ve at least thought by now-”
“I mean, it makes sense, better safety-”
“True, or maybe my man Ino’s pull-out game is just that week- hah!”
And you laugh along with the group, you smile, but from the corner of your eye…you’re catching Ino’s gaze. And you know that despite carrying a conversation from the friend sitting beside him, his attention’s on you, too.
His hand moves to cover your exposed knee, he squeezes.
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“Ohhhh, fuck, pretty.” Ino’s sweaty strands of hair tickle the side of your neck, and you could feel the perspiration beading across his forehead at the heated proximity to you. The way he had his long, reddened cock swollen between your legs and rutting—
Like an animal.
Buck after buck.
No condom.
Ino’s thickened diameter spreads apart your pussylips, just lining your slit with his translucent precum. And he’s just shivering with desperation, but savoring even the faintest feeling of your glistening hole fluttering. “Just so real like this- ngh, I didn’t know you could feel so soft, sweetness.”
“Oh yeah?” With your arms thrown over his neck and pulling him in, “Then why don’t you feel it even more, Taku?”
“B-because- ngh.” One of Ino’s hands trembles as he cups his bulky base, teasin’ just the start of his puffy veins with his thumb. “Because she’s so soft and so pretty and so- so wet- I don’t know if I even deserve to put it in raw…”
You have to hold back a coo, “Awww, baby, it’s not about deserving- I want to feel you inside.” Fluttering your lashes - just the way you knew he was utterly weak for. “Want to have you raw and throbbing. Want to have your cum inside me, s’that alright?”
“Oh, fuck.” Ino moans at your words, “Oh, fuck.”
And almost as if he couldn’t entirely control himself - just in rough, jerky half-thrusts - he swerves his bulbous tip up to your hole and humps and humps. Letting out the filthiest wet squelches! as he does, feeling tight orifice try to clench around him- Ino slams his right hand down on top of the headboard and gasps.
Pretty pink lips wobbling as he does so, “D-don’t say things like that-” Other hand reaching up to gently spank your mouth, he grips the headboard so hard that it starts to dent. “-not out of that sweet mouth, pretty…s’gonna make me cum.”
You playfully smile, “If you’re gonna cum then make sure s’inside me, Taku.”
He lets out a pained groan and bucks- “You’re gonna be the fucking death of me.”
And it’s just then that he’s properly pryin’ aside those glistening folds of yours and letting his glistening, red tip kiss your hole. Just the lightest peck, and Ino Takuma finds himself letting out a sob at the heavenly texture, “B-because you don’t know how badly I’ve always wanted to- hck! to feel this pretty cunt wrapped around me like this.” Sinking in juuuuust an inch, he was so hard at the thought of entering you raw that you could count every pulsation. “She’d speak to me- y’know?”
“Wh-what?” You’re managing out through your own tears, his girth was so thickened that it left you keening.
“Every time I fucked her with a condom on- ngh, she- she’d tell me how much she wants to feel me raw.” Babbling away nonsense and- oh.
Oh, you’re getting it now.
Ino was pussydrunk, and prattling away with even the slightest slip n’ slide along your walls. “Always imagined filling her up to the very, mm, brim.” His left hand cascades down your front to press against your core while he’s easing in, “To fill you up so much that you end up overflowing from here- oh, maybe if you cover me like that it’d look like I’m wearing a condom, h-heh.” More nonsensical as he just goes deeper, deeper…
Until, ultimately, Ino’s fitting in juuuuuust the tip - and he’s just holding onto the wooden panel of the headboard, just splintering it, just shoving his shaft towards the end of your pussy and cumming.
Sultry hot stripes of white that empty out against your cervix, it creates a lil’ glaze that Ino finds himself slipping and sliding against. “Fuck-” He’s muttering underneath his breath, “Fuck fuck fuck- I can’t believe m’cumming after just putting it inside-”
“I can’t believe you’ve just broken the bed.” Your eyes damn near bulge out of your skull, head snapping upwards to look at the large crack that broke through your bed frame.
Just at the sensation of feeling you raw…?
And before you know it, Ino’s thrusting into you like an animal- just pumping his pearly beads of cum deeper inside you. Deeper and deeper. The bawling divot on the very tip-top of his shaft empties out a hot load against your womb, and you can feel it overspilling between your legs already.
Just smearin’ out like a white gloss that Ino swipes his rugged left thumb down and sticks between his own lips, “Mmm, and you- and you expected me not to?” He asks, voice breathy. Almost crazed.
It’s a tone that sends shivers down your spine as you let it sink in, “I-I mean-”
Before Ino’s fucking you in rough, rovering bucks to stick his globular tip against your cervix. Like he was trying to glue every inch of him inside you, “You let me have her raw- you let me stuff myself in with absolutely nothing- so deep that I can’t even hck! think of anything else.” He’s blinking his eyes dazedly, “Can’t even remember my fucking name—and it’s a wonder that I haven’t b-broken down before breaking the damn bed.”
Uselessly, the bedframe rickets and creaks after each of his movements- eventually ending up in shambles that have one side of the bed sagging.
Reaching the damned floor—
“Fuck- better take you on the floor instead, huh, pretty?”
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The next time you’re with your rambunctious friends, they rib each other with probing questions regarding that last drunken game night. Slightly more sober, just slightly less playfully intrusive.
“So…” One of them croons, “Never have I ever done it raw, huh?”
And Ino, silently, puts down one finger- poking at his pizza slice instead. Though, you do notice the furious blush that peaks out from underneath his brown hair.
Jaws drop.
They look to you.
And you can only shrug with a smile.
♡ GOJO SATORU - Dear door,
“You- you can’t just—fuuuuck!” Your mouth hands open, fingers dragging through Gojo Satoru’s ivory white bangs. You pull and you tug and you make the strongest sorcerer in existence whimper as you pull his handsome face towards you.
Whimpering into his hotly open mouth as you let his thick cock lavish your insides, just the pink rotund tip pressing against your deepest innards. You could tell by the flares of blue lightning by his eyes that Gojo was using his Six Eyes to pinpoint your exact g-spot, just pumping and pumping and pumping his length into that lil’ target of his. Just so unfair how he smiles brilliantly after cutting you off with a particularly hard thrust, “Toru, you can’t just fuck me in your o-office whenever you wanna skip out on a jujutsu meeting-”
“I don’t hear her complaining.” With that said, his slender thumb rolls a heart over your clit - but of course Gojo’s playful fingers couldn’t stay still. Of course he was letting his doughy fingertips pinch that cute lil’ nub. “And with my Six Eyes I can always tell, y’know?”
“F-fuck- no you can’t.” You’re arching on top of his work desk, littered with so many important documents that your husband had barely even touched (despite being due days ago).
And then he’s swirlin’ and swirlin’ the crown edge of his thumb until the sloppiest squelches let go from your cunt. Tilting his head to the side with a teasing smile, “You suuuure, sweetheart?”
Yes, even you start to second-guess yourself by the way he was fucking you utterly stupid. With his looong, vein-covered cock that kept on slapping! the end of your cervix at a constant pace, and somehow Gojo always managed to pinpoint where you felt best.
Always hitting it with deadly accuracy.
It almost felt as if this was the battlefield and you were on the receiving end of The Strongest’s complete and utter mercy. You were helpless to his ravenous hips. Helpless to do anything but let your hamstrings ache with the movement of trying to buck back into him, “W-well- yes? No?” Head thrown back when he spurts out a sticky wad of pre into your womb, “Maybe?”
“H-heh…” Drunkenly Gojo giggles at the fact that you couldn’t even pin down a proper answer, “Well then we have something in common, my wife.” You’re looking up at his breathy answer, and Gojo stares down at you with eyes that are utterly gone. Crazed. High on the feeling of your pussy- “I don’t know fucking anything other the feeling of my wife’s hot- tight- cunt, either.”
“Oh.” Drool slithers down one side of your maw, and Gojo’s eagerly leaning in to lick it away.
“All clean.” He’s darting his pinkish tongue out, “Heh, hope you know that made me even- ngh, harder, sweetheart.”
You could feel it, and he finds himself only rutting back into your bounces.
Outmatching you.
Thrashing against you.
The curvaceous end of his shaft was just so red-hot with need, even the slightest rubbin’ along your sweet walls leaves the man letting out tears. “Oh, this is so much fucking better than being at some meeting.” Rattling the desk with how fast he was slamming into you, papers fly off of it. “So much fucking- hah, better. Though, I would’ve been dreaming about this cute pussy through it anyways, y’know~?”
“M’n-not surprised-”
“Would’ve been thinking of how lonely she’d be without me.” He pouts with his rosy lips, and tugs on your pulsating clit even harder. The desk thuds- “How wet she is just waiting f’me- heh, the way she’d welcome me like thiiiiis—”
And he’s bucking into you so hard - like an animal - just throwing the desk off its legs. And it’s only with the help of Gojo’s cursed energy that he’s managing not to tip the entire thing over, “Toru, you should be thinking about- fuck, it feels so good—your meeting instead.” He huffs n’ bangs away into you so hard that a leg on the desks starts wobbling. “The one about your powers-”
“Oh, m’using my powers alright-”
And just like he said, his firm fingerpads coat with a buzzing layer of cursed energy. The very same that send sparks flashing behind your lids, and Gojo’s own body heightening in strength and speed.
In absolutely ruining you—
“Oh, Toru-” Breath catching, you can start the molten bliss start to take root at the pit of your stomach. “Toru, m’gonna-”
“Three.”
Blinking your bleary eyes open, “Why are you-”
“Two.”
“-counting down?”
“One.”
And your breath catches primally in your breath as you’re suddenly bursting into your high- it’s a startling orgasm, one that Gojo’s plunging his cock inside to fuck you right through. And his eyes glow just a tinge brighter to figure out the peaks of euphoria where you were most sensitive, swabbin’ away every ridge and crevice inside you.
“Oh, how I love you- how I prefer you over any fucking- ngh, meeting. Fuck those meetings.” Gojo’s growling, “Don’t even need them anyway. I’d fuck you right then n’ there on top of the table, you know that?” Buzzing fingertips rovering atop your clit, “Make a big show of it-” Harder. “Maybe then they’ll see the strongest’s true powers-”
“Want you to cum inside.” Because Gojo might just be the strongest sorcerer - but you still had power over him.
And you’re watching in real time as your husband’s powerful eyes bulge, as his drooling mouth parts, as he reels his aching cock back and then gets sloppy in the way he’s stuttering it towards. Red and throbbing angrily, “E-excuse me?” Octaves higher. Stuttering. Because you’d forgone the condom this time, and he…“Do you even know what you’re-”
You cut him off as your wave of bliss just slightly starts to bate, “I do. C-can you…” Fluttering your lashes, you glide your hands down your front. “-please, Toru?”
Gojo’s pulling his muscular hips back with a hiss—“Fuh-fuck.”
You just had to ask him to cum inside for him to listen to your whims. Body acting before his mind.
And it’s then that Gojo Satoru throws his head back with a groan of your name and cums. It’s then that he’s determined to shove every droplet of seed inside your womb, and does so by crushing his toned v-line to yours so harshly- that there’s a distant crack of wooden furniture.
It’s then that the explosion of his high overtakes him so much that the singular lightbulb inside Gojo’s office bursts- though, the shards shower down and magically don’t splinter neither you nor your husband. The pressure of atoms-
But you can’t pay any mind to it, not right now whilst The Strongest is just emptying out his heavy balls into your deepest depths. “Oh my god- fuck, there’s so much-” Your jaw drops open, feeling the trickle of ivory sap spill out of you and glue to your thighs.
Which Gojo eagerly wipes up to push back inside with his fingerpads, “Cumming inside-” He’s dazed eyes flit between your fucked-out expression and your overstuffed cunt. “Inside inside inside- oh.”
Those webbed volumes just seem to keep on pouring out, and he can’t stop the leakage from spilling down his wrist. Taking a slight lick at the sheen with his greedy tongue-
“Such a mess.” Gojo’s tutting, as if he didn’t enjoy every second of it. “Next time- heh, we can really test out m’powers by making a condom out of infinity- it’ll work trust me, sweetheart.”
“I-I think that next time we’ll have to test out something else first, Toru.” You’re saying as your orgasm peters out, and you’re finally coming around to the absolute chaos around you two.
For starters, the desk was shattered- and you’re held up solely by Gojo’s strong arms n’ powers. Papers were frozen in flight midair because of his powers, loose pieces of furniture were hovering an inch or two above the ground.
And the lightbulb- oh, it was crumpled, shards not reaching you solely because of the layer of infinity that Gojo had extended to you, too.
The layer of infinity that quickly parts for you when you decide to reach up and kiss him- you feel Gojo’s cock flinch inside your cunt for that. “Maybe it’ll do Yaga and the renovation team more good if you just go to the meeting instead, Satoru…”
At that, he snaps his head in the direction of the (slightly splintered) clock face on the wall, the meeting wasn’t over just yet. He could still make it if he really wanted to. “Hmmm…nope!”
And then Gojo clicks! his index and his thumb together, still all glazed with your seeping hot sap- before you’re blinking your eyes once more and finding your back teleported against…a door.
“The door, sweetheart.” He finishes off, and you’re not quite sure whether that’s because you’d stupidly babbled it out loud or whether he could just read your mind - by the wide, crazed look he was giving you, you could never quite be too sure. The first flat surface he’d managed to find.
Gojo had both his overlarge hands placed underneath the globes of your ass, the only thing that was easily holding you up- it was as if you were weightless. Just the prettiest ragdoll for him to ruin himself upon.
In mere split-seconds, his bulbous tips finds its pace probing in and out of your cunt- in and out, in and out. Again. He wasn’t done with you just yet, “And m’gonna fuck and fuck you against this very door until m’done with my meeting. Until m’cumming dry- and even then, m’gonna fuck you all over again-”
“Oh, fuuuck, Toru.” You’re crying out, drawing red, red lines with your nails on his shoulders. They were just so bulky, flexing each time you were pummeled against the door-
After one particularly hard piston of his, Gojo smiles as the door starts to rattle. “Heh, but before that we might just break this damn door, too, my wife.”
.
.
.
“I can’t believe it.” Yaga’s grumbling, so upset that he had his knitting materials out and was working on an entirely new cursed corpse as he walked - perhaps one to punch Gojo Satoru in the face, yes, that would be ideal…“No matter how many times I tell Satoru to get his act together and just- attend-”
“P-p-please calm down, Yaga-san. It’s not good for your blood pressure!” Ijichi cries, scrambling to keep up with the other man.
Behind them, a flurry of disgruntled elders followed, each under the pretense of wishing to continue this oh-so-important meeting to analyze The Strongest’s powers - but, really, everyone did want to see the infamous Gojo Satoru get put in his place. At least once in here, if never on the battlefield.
So they waited. They watched. They walked right up the slightly…rumbling door to Gojo Satoru’s office, where Yaga claimed the man often lounged away his important meeting hours.
And Yaga himself is the one to gruffly reach for the handle, a lecture already on the tip of his tongue—when every single person in the hallway freezes at the sound of what oddly sounds like…a moan.
Ijichi blanches, “Y-Yaga-san, maybe Gojo-senpai is hurt-” Before getting cut off by another moan.
One that was undeniably by anyone but Gojo, one that was undeniably yours - The Strongest’s wife.
They all startle back from the door as if it was poisonous, as if it would grow a mouth and start moaning at them all over again. Through the wooden screen, they hear a cackle that sounded to be from Gojo-
“Ijichi.”
“Yes- yes, Yaga-san!” The black-haired man jumps.
“Cancel all of Satoru’s meetings this month.”
♡ HIGURUMA HIROMI - Break it// Make it
“Fuh-fuuuck.” Your hands grasp at the soft silken sheets of the king-sized bed, your feet plant flatly to steady your body and somehow buck—“Oh- oh my fuck, Hiromi.”
You didn’t think that trying for a baby would get you this ruined by your husband.
It was just tonight that you’d mentioned it to him: the perfect anniversary get-up, a romantic dinner he’d taken you out to, a stroll along a scenic beach, and a conversation where you’d blurted out that you wouldn’t mind if there were…three of you.
And those were exactly the words that’d gotten you into this situation-
“Three of us-” Higuruma’s whispering underneath his breath, almost like a breathless mantra- honestly, he’s working his body so hard and not even caring to control his pants before he says it all over again. “Th-three of us.”
Wedding ring on, your husband’s palms smears down your front and presses in on top. As if he was already imagining a time where this very body of yours would be round n’ glowing with his child- “Oh f-fuck, Hiromi, y’know I think s’already taken-”
“But I can’t really be sure until there’s three of us, right, angel?” He’s asking, dark eyes serious.
Before you can formulate a response on your limp tongue, Higuruma’s swervin’ his ruddied cock up against your cervix - it was right where he’d started bruising your spongy pussy with his constant bashes. Again and again and again.
With his crowned cocktip messing up the wads of white already inside you, and one of his hands reaching up to pin both of yours above your head- Higuruma was breeding you. “Not until I can tell that my pretty lil’ daughter has taken inside you, yes?” Slightly slurring into your open mouth, you find that the stern man was drooling by this point. “Until you don’t know what it feels like to- hah, not have my seed deeeep inside of you, hm? Until you move and you can still taste me there. Until you can’t even speak with my cum plugging you up all the way-” Free hand gripping at your throat, slightly choking you. “-here.”
“You’re being so…” You’re shivering, you don’t even have words for how your usually-composed husband was acting in this very moment - maybe that was his overspiling sap working its magic already.
But Higuruma only coos at your cuteness, “S’alright, momma, no need for words- just taaake everything I give you, hm? Every single drop of mine- will you take it?”
“Yes- yes.” Mewling out, you just want it so bad despite the waves of cum that stick ‘round your insides already. As if a second skin. With absolutely no hesitation, you’re arching your spine and rutting back into Higuruma’s fervent pace. “Yes yes yes- I want it so bag, ngh, fuck me pregnant, please, Hiromi?”
“That’s the plan, sugar.” His nose crinkles with perspiration, and he’s mapping out every inch of the hidden spots inside you. Everywhere he could probe into next- “Until I’ve- oh, look. You’re just leaking out my cum.”
Your chin drops to your chest, “I am?”
And Higuruma Hiromi would never lie to his sweet wife - sure as day, sure as the way he was drilling into you like a madman, your cunt was stuffed with so many webs of cum that half of it was spilling out. A frothy few layers of it glue your pussylips to his base, smearing all over with every movement.
“Now now, how’d you expect me to stop when you’re wasting it like that, sugar?” Higuruma tuts, and you’re whining at his stern tone.
“S’not my fault…”
“But of course not, angel.” Lovingly, your husband cups your face- your husband just coos down at you. “It’s not, mmm, your fault- but someone has to stop from leaking, hm? How else m’I gonna fuck you all full, hm?”
And he was an attorney for a reason, you suppose, because in no time you’re nodding. Peering up at Higuruma with tear-glittered eyes, “I…I can stop the leaking.”
“Atta girl.” With a full-mouthed kiss pressed onto your lips, he’s urging his blushin’ cockhead to hit the roof of your cunt. It was jolting your body upwards, following the deafening creaks of the bed to help you fuck back into him- “C’mon now- buck- buck, angel. Fuck back into your husband, alright?”
“A-alright.” Gasping through the thorough probes of his rude cock, his shaft was throbbing with so much need that you could hear the thundering beat in your ears.
Higuruma’s smile grows, he could barely even hear the rickety bed by now - barely even cared for it. “Faster now. Faster- c’mon, angel, you were so eager to get pregnant- you know momma’s gotta be a hands-on parent, too.”
Mouth parting, your hamstrings scream at you to slow down - and so do the mattress springs. “I-I know, Hiromi- it’s just, fuck—”
“Something to say?” He reaches a stray hand down and squeezes your clit, “Speak up, sugar. Don’t make me teach you the fundamentals of parental communication, too.”
“You’re really studied up on this…” You’re grumbling.
And his hold grows tighter on your oversensitive clit, “What’s that—?”
“N-nothing-” You’re squeaking, just so overstimulated by this point that even that makes your entire body shiver n’ shake. Your head muddling up with the oncoming mess of your high, “It’s just- I think m’gonna-”
“Cum?”
“Cum.”
You’re both hurtling into your highs at the exact same time - and maybe Higuruma had planned them that way, maybe you were just lucky enough that your sensations synced up. But all you know is that it was one of the strongest orgasms of your life- with bursts of pleasure leaving your vision white, and your toes curling every time Higuruma was fucking his pouring high into you.
Creamy white sap.
He couldn’t get enough of his wife’s cunt, leaving streaks of cum glossing all atop your pussylips- “Guess- hah, guess what, angel?” Your husband’s saying after a few strokes of him pumping his white wads into the back entrance of your womb.
“What, Hiromi?”
“We broke the fucking bed-”
You’re still not even halfway through the waves of your high before you’re sweeping a look around with a gasp, and sure enough- the planks of the bedframe had clattered to the floor in some places, leaving you two precarious as you moved. As he still didn’t stop.
You supposed it made sense, considering all the looong hours spent fucking you into this very bed.
But then again, the frame was made out of pure mahogany-
“But…” Higuruma’s the one to snap you out of your slight reverie, and the best of your orgasm has just ended before he’s steeling himself back out of your pussy. With the sloppiest sluuuuurp—he’s scooping your boneless body up in his arms, and walking over to the nearest flat surface he can find. Perhaps even…a little fantasy of his.
His work desk.
Pushing aside so many work documents that fall to the floor, you’re bowed on top of the table on all fours when your husband’s reddened cocktip is mazing it’s way iiiiiiin—
“-that doesn’t mean m’done with your sweet pussy yet, sugar.”
.
.
.
Just a few months later and when the obstetrician asks you when approximately you might have conceived, well, you know exactly the date to tell her.
And Higuruma put his hand on top of your slowly-swelling belly - you were just as beautiful as he’d imagined, as his fantasies were.
it’s probably by the tenth sigh of the night—not that anyone’s counting—that poor kaminari finally snaps.
“seriously, dude?”
bakugou, who’s seated across from him with kirishima and sero adjacent to the both of them, only lazily raises an eyebrow in question.
at that, the electric hero pouts. “at least try to pretend you’re having fun.”
a few feet ahead of them—the men collectively chose to be seated at the back of the small dive bar despite kaminari’s protests—the stand-up comedian currently doing a set cracks another joke. an undercurrent of laughter flows across the room, but none of the four contribute to that.
“sorry, denki,” sero starts, a not-so-apologetic expression plastered on his face. “i’m with bakugou on this one.”
the slim, ebony-haired man glances at the stage, “the jokes aren’t landing for me either.”
“aww, come on, you guys!” kirishima, the ever-unfailing saint that he is, pipes up with a borderline overcompensating grin. “let’s just stay for a while longer for denki, alright?”
sero shrugs in response, but turns in his seat toward the stage anyway. bakugou, on the other hand, only grumbles before reaching for his phone in his right pocket.
thumbing his password under the table, his fingers click on the messages app, then to his number one favorite contact.
for a second, he debates whether or not to shoot you a text. you were so excited to finally get started on that anime you’ve been meaning to watch, that you almost seemed like you didn’t care that he was leaving you home for the night to hang out with the guys.
biting on his lip, he absentmindedly goes through your last exchange before finally deciding fuck it.
while typing out a well-crafted message, his eyes dart between his screen to his friends then back down again, trying to seem inconspicuous.
the last thing he needs is for the bored tape hero to tease him with that annoying ass shit-eating grin of his.
reading through it one last time, bakugou finally presses the send button.
much to his delight, it doesn’t even take you a minute to reply.
(8:43 PM) baby 🧡: heey! i’m still watching—am on episode 5 now. hbu? aren’t you busy with the boys?
the smile he wasn’t aware he’s been sporting immediately drops when he’s reminded of the predicament he’s in. peering back up at the front, he has to fight the groan that threatens to bubble from his mouth when another performer goes up.
oh, well. at least you’re texting him right now.
he quickly types out his response.
(8:45 PM) me: Busy being fucking tortured. This is the worst night ever.
“yo, bro, who got you smiling like that?”
bakugou whips to glare at the culprit, who’s now wearing the very same shit-eating grin he’s just been thinking about avoiding a few moments ago.
pocketing his phone, bakugou snarls at the man. “shut the fuck up. all that doom-scrolling is rotting your fucking brain.”
“i think you getting the reference says something about you, too, bakubro,” kirishima offers from beside him.
bakugou shoots the redhead a menacing scowl, which the unbreakable hero accepts in stride.
“are you guys even listening?” comes kaminari’s whine.
“sorry, denks,” sero replies, before turning to regard the rest of the group. “i thought we agreed to stop doing these guys’ night outs? none of us are as good at planning get-togethers as mina.”
at that slightest bit of opening, bakugou takes the opportunity and moves to stand up, grabbing his wallet and car keys before inserting them in his back pocket, surprising the three men.
before any of them can say a single word, though, bakugou tries to shrug nonchalantly, muttering his simple explanation.
“what was that?” came sero’s teasing tone.
“i want to go home to my wife, idiot,” bakugou barks before he can stop himself.
at that, kaminari finally throws his hands up in defeat.
kirishima only shrugs himself, “that clicks.”
while the menace snickers. “simp.”
a/n. based on the prompt "i want to go home to my wife” courtesy of @/creativepromptsforwriting (very bkg-coded, i know.) (0.7k)
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