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Prone bone with Simon Riley (18+)

Simon is impossibly deep inside of your warm, wet pussy, thrusting so hard you scoot up the bed as he knocks the air from the lungs while the headboard bangs against the wall. A pillow is strategically placed under your hips so every time he slams inside of you it hits your sweet spot, and your clit catches on the wet material without fail. Your nipples drag across the soft fabric beneath you, your hands clutching at the pillows in front of you, all while you’re being fucked dumb.

“Fuckin’ slut. Wish you could see the way your pussy sucks me in,” he growls, his grip on you turning punishing, his face never faltering as he continues to drill into you from behind.

His fingers are tangled in your hair, yanking on it hard and keeping your head in place so your moans aren’t muffled against the mattress. His other hand is wrapped around your throat, cutting off your airway just enough to make it more pleasurable as your choked sobs ring out around the room.

His thick, long cock slides through your walls as he molds your pussy to be perfect for him. The veins and ridges leave imprints the faster he thrusts, the deeper he reaches, the harder he grinds. Every knock to your cervix leaves you breathless, every brush against your sweet spot has pleasure shooting through your body, and the longer he abuses your poor pussy, the more you beg for it.

“P-please Si, please,” you manage to say, gripping onto the sheets for dear life, lifting your hips to meet his every thrust but trying to run from it all at the same time.

Simon fucks you harder, the sound of your sweet voice begging for him enough to bring him to the brink of his orgasm, but not until you unravel on him for the umpteenth time tonight. His hand smacks down against your ass, your skin burning raw immediately, and he yanks your hair so hard that stars burst behind your eyelids.

“Please what? Be a good girl and use your fuckin’ words,” he says through gritted teeth, biting back an obscene moan that wishes to fall from his swollen lips.

His fingers press into the delicate skin of your neck, your pulse fluttering around his thumb, and the adrenaline of knowing that you’re at his mercy makes your walls clamp down tight around him, earning you a hiss from the man behind you. When you don’t respond in what he deems as a timely manner, his hand strikes your ass again, harder this time, but somewhere in this moment he still feels guilty for it when his thumb brushes over the scorching skin to soothe you.

“More, p-please Si,” you continue to beg, completely consumed by the feeling of his cock inside you, bullying your insides with no pity.

His hand moves from your throat to the pillow in front of you as he steadies himself. Leaning over your back, his cock pressed against your cervix with the utmost amount of pressure, he positions himself to watch your face while he fucks into you like a rabid animal as if he has no compassion or love for the woman under him what-so-ever.

You know he would apologize after. Apologize for being rough, apologize for saying mean things, apologize for acting as if he has no respect for you, but it makes your pussy so fucking wet all you can do is beg for him to be meaner.

“Yeah? Beg for it. Look at me and beg me to make you cum, beg me to make you feel good slut.”

Your gaze lifts to his, and the way his pupils dilate from the sight of you so undone solely because of him has a groan rumbling out from the depths of his chest. Drool drips from your chin while your mouth hangs open ever so slightly. Your eyes are half-lidded and dazed with tears staining your cheeks, your lips swollen and pigmented, and he watches how every single time his cock thrusts until there’s no more space inside you the air from your lungs comes in short, ragged gasps that sound like music to his ears.

“Make me c-cum Si- f-fuck- make me f-feel good, p-please,” you stutter, tripping over every other word, trying your hardest to form sentences coherent enough to beg for it like he asked.

He growls, deep and low, animalist almost, and he shoves your face into the pillow while spreading your cheeks with his other hand to watch your pussy swallow him whole. He fucks you, deep and hard and fast, it is almost too much. Your juices leak out around his cock, coating his length of your arousal, and he watches how tight you get the closer your orgasm gets.

“Do it,” he says, the words coming out strained, “cum on my fucking dick then since you beg so pretty.”

Every movement of his hips is hitting a spot inside of you that bursts into pleasure. Your cervix, your sweet spot, your nipples drag against the sheets until they’re hard and sore, your clit grinding against the pillow beneath you until it all pushes you over the edge. Your body becomes rigid, your muscles draw taut, and your screaming sobs fill the room, and no other sounds can be heard.

“I’m c-cumming-“

“Who makes you feel this good? Who do you belong to,” he asks, fucking you harder, fucking you through your orgasm, fucking you into overstimulation, waiting for the words to fall from your pretty, swollen lips before he allows himself the same release.

“You! F-fuck it’s always you Si,” you whimper, your body twitching from your walls being rubbed raw, from your clit grinding against every last nerve, from your nipples peaking beyond belief.

With a few more thrusts and a guttural groan ripping from his throat, Simon buries himself to the hilt, spilling his seed into the deepest parts of you. Long, thick ropes of warm cum flood your pussy, spurting out against your cervix with every twitch of his cock, coating your walls in all he has to give as the man behind you stills while he fills you to the brim. When nothing else will fit it leaks out around him, your cum mixing with his, making a mess between your thighs and spreading against the sheets.

“Fuck,” he groans, collapsing on top of you, trying his hardest to catch his breath.

His face is buried between your shoulder blades, his warm breath hitting your skin and sending shivers down your spine, his hands moving from their previous positions to caress up your sides as if asking for forgiveness through touch before asking verbally. He kisses against your spine, all the way down to your ass where he licks the raw handprint burning against your skin, and when he reaches your pussy, he licks up the mess before flipping you over with ease.

He hovers above you, wiping a stray tear before placing a feather light kiss to your lips. Admiring you, he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, watching the way you give him the softest yet brightest smile he has ever seen, and he can’t help but cover your face in the same kisses.

“You’re not a slut, and you never have to beg for me…,” he mumbles in between kisses, and before he can keep rambling on you pull him down until your forehead is pressed against his.

“If you say sorry… I swear Simon.”

He laughs softly, “I know, I know. I’m sorry- shit- sorry. Fuck. I’ll just stop talking now, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

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toji in your ovulating fic >>>>

i need more "move your hand" from toji 😩

mmm toji making us take it ill def write that again

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Wedding night with Megumi (18+)

The second the two of you walk through the hotel suite, Megumi is on you. His arms wrap around your waist, the fabric of your white wedding reception dress bunching around your hips, and his lips settle just behind your ear where he places needy, open-mouthed, wet kisses.

“Hello Mrs. Fushiguro,” he whispers, sucking on your weak spot down the length of your neck, his hands sliding under the hem of your dress.

You can hear the smirk in his voice when his fingertips graze your inner thigh and your breath hitches. He licks, bites, sucks against your skin, earning soft moans from your pretty lips, and when you reach behind your back and squeeze his hard, aching cock, he returns the same pleasurable sounds.

“Gumiii,” you whine, pressing your thighs together around his wrist, begging for some kind of friction where you need him the most.

His digits brush against your lace panties, and he laughs quietly when the feeling of damp fabric meets his touch. Megumi knew you were needy the second you wanted to sit down at the reception just to run your hand up and down his thigh, casually brushing past his cock and then feigning innocence when his eyes narrowed towards you.

“Won’t tease you tonight… I want you just as bad right now,” he admits breathlessly, his hands moving to the back of your dress to pull the zipper down.

You stand still as his rough, calloused hands tough you with love. He slides the straps over your shoulders, letting them fall down your arms until your upper back and breasts are exposed. His arms slide under yours, running up and down the length of your belly before sliding upwards and cupping your breasts.

“I need you,” you whisper, the touch of him burning against your skin, your own body maintaining a thin sheen of sweat from how worked up you are at the moment.

His fingers pull, twist, and pinch at your nipples, feeling the soft skin peak under his touch, all while his hips grind his clothed cock against your ass. After giving them some love, he slides his hands further down, past the fabric of your dress while he pushes it down your legs until you step out of the last piece of clothing you have on.

“I know baby, I know.”

Without wasting any more time, you pull him by his tie towards the bed where you sit on the edge and unbutton his dress shirt with feverish movements. His lips crash against yours, his tongue sliding past your lips to explore your mouth with desire, and you moan against him. He helps you remove his clothing, all of it, until you reach his boxers and get to watch his cock bounce out from its restraints.

He pushes you down flat on the bed before sliding in between your legs. You spread wide for him, baring yourself to his gaze. Your folds glisten when the dim bedside lamp catches your skin, your clit puffy and swollen with need, your entrance clenching around nothing in anticipation for what he will do to you on your wedding night.

Reaching over towards the nightstand, he goes to grab his wallet where you know he keeps an extra condom just in case, but you grab his wrist softly. Your fingers wrap around his skin, pulling his knuckles to your lips, and he watches you kiss him so reverently.

“We don’t need a condom tonight, Gumi,” you say, gazing up at him, watching his eyes dilate at the thought of sliding into you raw for the first time.

“Are you sure? I have one if you-“

“Shut up and fuck me.”

He groans quietly from your demand and immediately reaches down to grip the base of his cock. He slides his length through your folds, brushing past your clit, watching your back arch from the sensation while he gathers your slick. When you grow impatient, he notches the tip at your entrance and lowers himself on both of his elbows, his arms caging your head in.

“First time having sex with my wife,” he says, grinning down at you, his fingers tangling in your hair to ground both of you.

His chest is pressed against yours, his face inches from your own, and when his tip slides past your entrance you can’t help but arch your body into his. The second he feels your wet, warm walls wrap around him without a barrier for the first time, he has to bury his face in your neck when an obscene, ragged moan slips past his lips.

“F-fuck,” he whimpers, feeling your pussy clench tight around him the further he makes his way inside of you.

You writhe beneath him, your hips squirm the fuller you feel, and when his tip is nudging against your cervix, you cry out from the pleasure. He immediately begins to rock into you, slow but not very controlled, eager and desperate for you like he always has been when you lay like this with him.

“Ah- Gumi... b-baby,” you moan, wrapping your legs around his waist, the new angle allowing him to dig deeper.

Your arms weave under his, your nails raking down his back when his thrusts grow rougher, quicker, deeper. His balls slap against your ass, the sharp smacking of skin ringing out in the hotel room, the headboard knocking against the wall only adding to the overwhelming sounds of moans and groans.

“Feels so good… you f-feel so good,” he says breathlessly, stuffing his cock to the hilt, grinding against your cervix until you whine with need.

The veins and ridges of his cock slide through your walls, filling you to the brim, leaving no space inside of you empty for long. Your hips lift to meet his every thrust, your nipples drag against his chest, your nails dig into his back and leave aching, red marks in your wake which only makes him groan from the pleasurable pain of you.

“More Gumi… p-please,” you beg, gazing up at him with half-lidded eyes, tears threatening to fall from the corners at any given moment from how incredible you feel.

He pushes himself up from his elbows, situating himself on his knees between your legs with his cock still buried inside you, and he wraps one arm around your waist to lift your hips just right. He slams into you, hitting your sweet spot with precision. Stars burst behind your eyelids while tears stain your cheeks. Your mouth hangs open ever so slightly as moans and whimpers leave your lips.

“Like this, huh? Tell me baby,” he urges, begging to hear your sweet voice, begging to hear just how good he truly makes you feel.

His hand comes down to your pussy where he gathers your slick and brings it upwards. His thumb finds your clit and begins to rub tight, quick circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves, and he watches you squirm from the feeling while your fingers tangle in the sheets and your back arches from the mattress.

“Y-yes, fuck yes.”

He fucks you harder, zeroing in on the one spot that makes your toes curl against his skin, putting the perfect amount of pressure on your clit to bring you oh-so close to the edge. The feeling of your walls consumes him. You pulse, twitch, clench around his length over and over again, sucking him in when he pulls out leaving only the tip in, clenching down tight when he hits your cervix as if your pussy never wants him to leave.

“So c-close Gumi,” you whine, moving your hips in tandem with his thrusts, grinding yourself against his thumb with a greedy hunger only he could satiate.

“Cum on my dick. Let me feel my wife.”

The intimate way he gets to call you his wife now lands directly in the pool of heat sitting in your lower belly, and you snap. Cum gushes from your pussy, leaking out from his cock, leaving a creamy white ring around his base. He groans from the sight, watching your pussy swallow him whole, and he groans from the feeling of you helplessly writhing beneath him the longer he draws out your high.

“There you go… so g-good for me,” he stutters, completely entranced by the way you look so fucked out around and it was only the first round.

Your face glistens with wet tears and drool dripping from your chin. Your lips are swollen from rough kisses and sucking in and biting down on your bottom lip for relief. Your knuckles are white from gripping the sheets too hard, your breasts are bouncing with each thrust of his cock you take, and your eyes are shut so tight until the only thing you know is the feeling of him.

It isn’t until you’re twitching with overstimulation and whining that you can’t take anymore that he lets himself find his own release. He leans over you, his hips rolling into you faster now, sloppier the closer he gets to his climax, and he pulls you into a deep kiss while his hands caress your body with the utmost love.

“Gonna cum in my wife, fill you up, make you mine all over again,” he growls against your lips, his grip turning punishing and possessive in the best way possible, sure to leave bruises in the morning but that is inevitable anyways.

With a few more thrusts, he buries himself to the hilt, spilling his seed deep inside you. Long, thick ropes of warm cum spurt out from his tip against your cervix with each pulse and twitch. It coats your walls, flooding your pussy, and leaking out when nothing more will fit. He groans against your mouth, and you swallow his sounds of pleasure greedily.

When his movements come to a stop and his body slumps against yours, you try your hardest to steady yourself. Your fingers tangle in the hair at his nape, your breathing comes in short, ragged gasps and your heartbeat pounds against your chest where his ear lays.

The room reeks of sex, the smell so thick you can taste it. Your bodies are slick with sweat and warm to the touch. Gazing down at him, you run your fingers along the visible scratch marks, apologizing when you hear him hiss from the burn, but he quickly shuts it down by kissing you softly and muttering about how much he loves feeling your nails dig into his skin because of he good he fucks you.

And you know he isn’t done with you when his hips begin to move again, so slow it is barely noticeable.

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Simon Riley when you are ovulating (18+)

When you are ovulating, Simon’s cock weeps from overstimulation, but he never complains.

You’ve been riding him for who knows how long, and he’s on his… actually he can’t even remember how many times he’s cum. You’re feral, truly feral, bouncing up and down his length, sitting down fully until his tip is pressed against your cervix and leaking precum. Grinding down on him, your hands fall to his chest, digging your nails into his skin to steady yourself as he writhes beneath you.

He’s a whimpering, whining mess, cursing under his breath, with his eyes rolling to the back of his head when your pussy clenches down on his length. Every time your ass slaps against his thighs a breath of air is knocked from his lungs, leaving him gasping and clutching the bunched-up sheets around his limp body.

“C-can’t take anymore l-lovie,” he stutters, placing both hands on your hips, but instead of moving you away, his own hips buck up just to feel more of your warm, wet walls around his aching cock.

His mouth hangs open as drool drips from his chin, his eyes half-lidded while he watches your breasts bounce directly in front of his face, and he can’t help but suck one nipple into his mouth to bite down and relieve some of the unbearable pleasure. You moan out, your fingers moving to tangle in the hair at his nape, pulling harshly on the strands before pushing your chest out for him by arching your back.

“One more Si, p-please… need it, need your c-cum,” you beg, gazing down at him with fucked out eyes, obscene moans flooding his ears each time his cock knocks against your cervix.

Your knees dig into the mattress on either side of him, caging his body underneath yours while you ride him as if your life depends on it. Skin slaps against skin, the sounds sharp and loud, the headboard bangs against the wall, sure to leave a dent or scrape the paint, not that either of you care. The smell of sex hangs in the air so thick you can taste it, musky from the salty sweat beading across the two bodies that move together in tandem.

“So g-good,” you praise, bouncing harder, faster, pushing him deeper inside of you while your walls suck him in, and clench down as if your pussy never wants him to leave.

The veins and ridges of his cock slide through your walls, filling you up to the brim, leaving no parts of you empty for too long. He sucks, bites, licks on your nipple, letting it peak between his lips before moving off with a pop and focusing on the other. One of his hands slides from your hip, finding your clit with ease to rub tight, quick circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves instead.

You cry out in pleasure, sinking down fast to grind against his fingers before lifting up once more. With the added stimulation, your body grows weaker the closer and closer you reach your climax, and you beg him to help you.

“C’mon lovie… I g-got you,” he says, planting both feet on the bed behind you, and steadying you on top of him before he begins to pound into you from below.

His balls clap against your ass, sensitive and empty, and he whimpers every time. You slump against his chest, your nipples dragging across his rough skin, his fingers still working your clit, and you’re walking the edge of your orgasm faster than you would like.

“C-close… I’m so…”

He thrusts in deep and hard, knocking the air from your lungs, cutting off your words as a sharp gasp rips from your throat when his tip nudges against your sweet spot. Stars burst behind your eyelids, the sheer ecstasy rushing through your body is enough to have you cumming on his long, thick cock.

“That’s it. Cum on m-me,” he encourages, eager to feel you come undone, his cock crying out for him as it bullies your insides and bruises your cervix.

Your muscles draw taut, your body becoming rigid as pleasure consumes your entire being. Cum gushes from your entrance, leaking out around his length for the umpteenth time tonight, dripping from his skin and pooling onto the already wet sheets below. Your pussy clenches impossibly tight and pulses rhythmically around him.

He fucks you through your high, drawing it out as long as possible before giving himself the same release, his fingers only letting up on your swollen clit when your body begins to jerk and twitch from his overstimulating touch.

“Shit- gonna f-fill you up again lovie.”

With a few more thrusts he’s burying himself to the hilt and releases his seed deep inside of you. Long, thick ropes of warm cum flood your pussy, leaking out from his tip against your cervix, coating your walls and dripping out when there is no more room left inside of your raw walls. Your belly tingles from the sensation, your skin burning from his touch, your body weak on top of his as his thrusts slow and he collapses onto the pillows again.

Simon’s chest heaves against yours while he tries to catch his breath, his heart pounding in your ear as he comes down from his intense high. You do your best to recover too, your breathing coming in short, ragged gasps, the sound of your blood whooshing past your ears louder than any of the lingering whimpers and whines from stimulated sensitive body parts, your legs and arms trembling from the prolonged activity, it is all too much and not enough at the same time.

His cock continues to twitch inside of you, the mess continues to pool underneath you, and knowing you, you still would want more.

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Deaf!Simon Riley and the vibrations of your voice (18+)

Simon Riley has been deaf for the past few years of his life due to sudden acoustic trauma from explosions and gunfire. He never had a problem with it, in fact, he never really talked or listened to people in general when he was able to hear. The tinnitus still rings out in his head, still makes him press his pillow against his ears at night, but at least he didn’t have to listen to anything else.

It wasn’t until you came along that he wished he could hear again, but something about the simple intimacy of feeling your voice rather than hearing it made him feel like this is how it was always meant to be for him.

He liked the fact that you would still speak to him as he reads your lips, that you didn’t shy away when he would occasionally reach up to touch your cheek just to feel the vibrations of your voice. Of course, you accommodated him as well, learning how to articulate your words better for lip reading, how to use sign language, but when he would ask you to speak about anything and everything you always did.

You never fail to make his world feel loud in a space that was so consumingly quiet before.

And when it came to sex, it was never anything short of passionate. It was a different kind of intimacy you had never experienced before him.

Your back is pressed against the sheets, Simon’s chest against yours, and his face is buried in your neck as he thrusts into you deep, and hard. His hips roll against yours, spreading your legs wider, stuffing your wet pussy full of his aching cock. Every single moan falling from your lips, every last babbled word you can get out as he fucks you dumb, he drinks it all in with his lips pressed to your throat to feel the vibrations flood through his body.

He is always particular about that, rightfully so, to the point where he’ll fuck you any way you want but he needs to feel you to cum. To feel your wet, warm walls wrapped tightly around him, clenching down on his length when his tip knocks against your cervix. To feel your cries of pleasure when he angles his hips just right to brush against your sweet spot.

Your fingers tangle in the hair at his nape, tugging slightly, earning a low groan rumbling out from the depths of his chest. Your nails rake down the rough skin of his back, leaving red, angry marks in your wake. Wrapping your legs around his waist, the new angle allows him to dig deeper, leaving you a moaning mess under him.

The skin of his abdomen glides on your clit, stimulating the sensitive bundle of nerves when he thrusts in and grinds his cock on your cervix. Your nipples drag against his chest, hard and swollen, aching for his lips. You press soft kisses to his shoulder, biting ever so slightly and licking away the pain until it fades into pleasure again.

The veins and ridges of his cock slide through your walls, molding your pussy to him, stretching you, pleasuring you, all because of him. He fills you to the brim, leaving no space inside of you empty for long, before pulling back out and doing it over and over again. Stars burst behind your eyelids when he zeros in on your sweet spot, his precision maddening, his consistent thrusts enough to bring you impossibly close to your climax.

He can feel you getting closer, can feel the frantic vibrations, can feel the way your heart speeds up when you squirm your hips under him to find more of the friction you so desperately crave. Simon gives into your body every single time, thrusting harder, pounding deeper, slamming his hips against your faster the more eager he grows to feel you cum on his cock.

Each thrust knocks the breath out of your lungs, leaving you gasping for air, each exhale turning into sounds of pleasure. His skin is warm and sweaty on yours, one hand gripping the fat of your hip, the other caging your head in, keeping you steady while he pounds into you relentlessly. His face stays buried in your neck, his lips trail up and down as he sucks and bites against the one spot he knows you like, and when your walls clamp down around him, he hits your sweet spot one more time and you’re cumming for him.

Moans rip free from your throat as your body grows rigid and your muscles draw taut underneath him. Cum gushes from your pussy, leaking out around his cock, dripping from his skin and making a mess on the sheets below. He groans, deep and low, rolling into you to drag out your high for as long as possible before he brings himself to that same sweet release.

He lifts his face from your neck, wrapping his hand around it instead, still allowing himself to feel the vibrations but settling on placing his lips against yours. Your lips move with his, finding his rhythm, moving in tandem the closer he gets and you continue to moan which he swallows greedily.

Only when your body twitches with overstimulation, only when your nails dig into the skin of his back, only then does he drive himself to the hilt and spill his seed. Long, thick ropes of warm cum flood your pussy, spurting out in continuous streams from his swollen, sensitive tip, hitting your cervix and leaking out around him when nothing else will fit.

His kiss turns slower while his movements come to a stop, swiping his tongue against your soft lips before pulling away with a wet pop, breaking the strings of saliva connecting the two of you. The sight of you so blissful underneath makes him feel like this is the prettiest you have ever been.

Tears stain your cheeks, your eyes half-lidded and bloodshot. Your mouth hangs open ever so slightly, drool dripping from your chin, as whimpers and whines continue to fall the more you feel his cock twitch deep inside of you. You look so raw, so vulnerable, so his. His to please, his to love, his to cherish.

Your voice may belong to everyone else, but the vibrations of your body will always belong to him.

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Giving Simon Riley the silent treatment during sex (18+)

You are drunk and pissed all because Simon decided it was time to leave the bar. He threw you over his shoulder, patted your ass, told you that you have had way too much to drink and walked out like nothing was unusual about the scene. On the way home, you sat angled towards the window, giving him the silent treatment, and every time he tried to touch your thigh you dramatically pushed his hand away and huffed in annoyance.

Such a brat.

Simon knows exactly how to take care of his bratty lady, which is why the second the two of you walk into your shared apartment, he’s throwing you over his shoulder and walking towards the bedroom.

What he doesn’t see is the sly smile spreading across your face when you think of the best way to fuck with him.

You’re face down, cheek smooshed against the pillow, ass up, pussy bare to him behind you, and ready to get on with your evil plan. His hands find your hips, and he nudges his cock at your entrance. Your folds are soaking, glistening under the soft glow of your bedside lamp, and the second his tip pushes through your entrance, you’re biting your bottom lip and shoving your face even further into the pillow.

This will be harder than you thought.

A groan rumbles out from his chest, vibrating through your body, as his cock slides impossibly deep inside of your pussy. He knocks against your cervix, resting there to give you time to adjust, but he notices you not making even a single sound, not even moving a little bit and you usually are trying to squirm away from him right about now.

He tilts his head to the side in confusion, sliding his cock back out, and thrusting back in once more just to make sure his eyes and ears aren’t deceiving him. It knocks the air out of your lungs, it makes you want to run from his fat cock, but the alcohol sitting low in your belly gives you enough bratty will to keep up the act.

“What kind of game you playin’ at lovie,” he coos, rubbing one rough, calloused hand down the length of your back.

Simon rolls his hips against yours, his balls smacking against your clit ever so slightly, his cock stretching you out while your walls mold to his length. His hands spread your cheeks, watching the way your pussy swallows him with ease, watching the way slick leaks from your entrance and wets his skin.

“Gotta fuck the brat outta ya or what?”

Simon isn’t a man with much patience, although he has a lot more when it comes to you, but you are really pushing his buttons. When all you do is shove your face further into the pillow as he grinds his tip against your cervix, he knows what he has to do.

He grabs both your wrists, pulling your arms back towards him, forcing your face to lift from the pillows and he slams into you with one deep, rough thrust. Your mouth falls open instantly, a moan ripping free from your throat, and tears well up in your eyes from the force of his cock bullying your insides.

“Si… f-fuck- ‘s too m-much,” you whine, squirming your hips against him, trying to pull your arms from his grasp because you know he’s about to fuck you as punishment.

“There ya are. You can take it, can’t you lovie?”

And just as you thought, his pace becomes impossibly fast, his cock sliding in and out of your pussy with little effort from how wet you are. Moans and whimpers fall free from your lips, your breathing coming in short, ragged gasps as every thrust knocks the air out of you, and you can’t help but arch your back and silently beg for more.

“Feels good, don’t it? Thought you could get away with that when you’re this wet and tight around me,” he says, voice low and rough, his thrusts only picking up speed the more sounds pour into his ears from you.

The veins and ridges of his cock slide through your walls, filling you up to the brim, leaving no parts inside of you empty for too long. He pulls out and your pussy tries to drag him back in, he pushes all the way in and your pussy clamps down on his as if it never wants him to leave. He laughs quietly, watching your resolve crumble under a few hard thrusts, and he angles his hips with precision to hit every last spot you have.

“So g-good,” you manage to mumble out, your words cut off by an obscene moan.

He fixes his grip on your wrists when your skin grows warm and sweaty, keeping you in the perfect position with your ass arched and mouth uncovered. His balls slap against your clit, your body jerks from the sensation, and you feel the heat pooling in your lower belly faster than usual.

“Yeah? What about here,” he coos just before angling his cock right up against your sweet spot.

Stars burst behind your eyelids, and your climax immediately crashes over you. Cum gushes from your entrance, leaking out around his cock, dripping down his skin and onto the soft sheets below. Your pussy pulses around his length rhythmically, clenching down tight over and over again until your body begins to jerk with overstimulation as he rides out your high for as long as possible.

“Si… can’t t-take it,” you stutter, trying to catch your breath, but his pace never once let up on your poor pussy.

“Oh c’mon. Give me one more.”

He drops your wrists, watching as your fingers curl into the fabric below you, and his arm slides around your waist. He presses against your lower belly, groaning from the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of you so deep before two fingers find your clit and begin to rub fast, tight circles onto the sensitive bundle of nerves.

Your face is smooshed against the pillow once more, but this time, moans and whines fall from you. Your eyes are shut tight, tears stain your cheeks, and your mouth hangs open ever so slightly as drool drips from your chin while Simon fucks you dumb. All the sensations bring you close to the edge again for a second time: his fingers against your clit, his cock rubbing your walls raw.

“Go ahead. Cum on my dick again, yeah? Be a good girl for me,” he coos, pounding into you faster, harder, deeper, anything to make you feel good.

His voice rumbles through you, landing right in the heat pooling in your lower belly the same as before, and you cum all over his cock for the second time tonight. Cream coats the base of him, each thrust spreading it further along his length, and he begins to drive himself towards his own release.

“So good fa me… gonna make me cum so deep in my lady.”

“Please, Si. Cum in m-me,” you beg, looking back over your shoulder, watching him fuck you relentlessly.

Spreading your cheeks apart, he watches your wet pussy suck him in, and with a guttural groan and a few more thrusts, he’s spilling his seed so deep inside of you. Long, thick ropes of warm cum flood your pussy, spurting out against your cervix with every twitch of his cock, filling you to the brim and leaking out when there’s no room left for anymore. It drips down your thighs, pooling with your own on the sheets below, and when his movements come to a stop he collapses on top of you.

He kisses the soft skin of your shoulder as he catches his breath, his warm, slick skin against your own, his hands roaming up and down your sides while his thumb draws slow, comforting circles. You melt into the bed, feeling satisfied, and sleepy with his weight on you.

Simon stands and walks to the bathroom, running a rag under warm water before bringing it to you and wiping up the mess he left. Tossing it into the laundry basket, he slides into bed beside you and pulls you into his chest where you instantly fall asleep and the bratty attitude is gone just like that.

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Save a horse, ride Cowboy!Gojo instead (18+)

Satoru Gojo is a smooth talker with a thick country accent and boy does he love to use it when he’s getting into your panties in the back of your father’s barn.

His cowboy hat is set to the side, hanging off a stable post, the heels of his boots dig into the soft wooden floor, kicking up the hay and making a mess he would have to clean later. Not that he really cares, in fact, the only thing he cares about right now is how your pussy is wrapped so tightly around his fat cock he has to hold himself back from cumming too soon.

“Toru… 's too b-big,” you whine, bouncing up and down his length, stuffing him deep inside your walls until he is bottoming out against your cervix and sliding back up while angling your hips to brush past your sweet spot.

Your rather short dress is hiked up over your hips, the neckline pulled down just enough for your breasts to bounce in his face with every movement. Gojo’s thumb is hooked around your panties as he pulls them to the side, giving you enough access to ride him with ease.

“Yeah? You can take it, can’t ya sweetheart?”

He smirks up at you, watching your face screw into one of pleasure as you nod frantically before his lips find your nipple and his hand settles on the fat of your ass. He sucks, licks, bites your sensitive bud until it peaks in his mouth, leaving you writhing against him from the pleasure. Moans fall from your pretty lips, he grips your skin punishingly, guiding your hips in the perfect rhythm.

You plant your hands on his chest, pushing past the unbuttoned collared shirt, digging your nails into his rough skin until you hear him grunt out from the pleasurable pain of you. You ass slaps against his legs, the sound ringing out through the empty barn, but you couldn’t care less. He moves on to your other breast, giving it the same treatment, before trailing up your chest and placing kisses on the soft skin of your neck.

Groans fall from him, rumbling out from his chest, and they sound like music to your ears. You speed up, your knees digging into the ground on either side of him, and he watches you closely where your pussy swallows his cock whole with little effort.

“You like that b-baby,” you moan, sinking down fully on him, grinding your hips in a circular motion until your clit catches against his lower abdomen and you cry out entirely too loud.

He glares up at you, getting on to you and loving the sounds at the same time. You wrap your arm around his neck, pulling yourself closer to him the harder you grind down. One hand settles on your mouth, muffling your whines and whimpers, and his other moves your own hand to your clit.

“So tight and wet… feels so good around me,” he whispers breathlessly, moving his hand from your panties to glide across your skin under your dress until he moves it to your lower belly.

He pushes against you, feeling his cock digging through your insides, stretching your walls and molding them to his length. Gojo keeps his hand on your ass, leaning back just enough and he begins to pound into you from below. Your sounds of pleasure vibrate against his palm while he bullies your insides, your teeth grazing the calloused skin before you bite down hard, unable to contain the orgasmic feelings rushing through you.

“Gotta be quiet for me… can’t have nobody hearing my baby. Ain’t that right,” he coos, drilling impossibly deep, knocking against your cervix with each rough thrust until he’s the one having to bite his own lip to muffle the grunts and groans.

You gaze down at him, nodding again, and he’s holding back his cum from the sight alone. Drool drips down your chin, and through the cracks of his fingers. Tears stain your cheeks; your face flushed from the heat of each other’s body and the demanding movements, and he swears he’s never seen you look prettier.

“Cum on my dick. Think you can do that for me sweetheart?”

You shut your eyes tight, continuing to draw tight, fast circles on your clit, focusing on the heat pooling in your lower belly while his cock slams into you and his mouth finds your nipples once more. Your fingers tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling on it while moving his mouth closer to your chest earning you a low groan from the man underneath you.

His hand clamps harder over your mouth when your moans become uncontrollable, but he only fucks you harder after, eager to feel you release on him. The veins and ridges of his cock slide through your walls, filling you up over and over again, leaving no part inside of you empty for long. The mixed sensations drive you closer to the edge: his mouth sucking your nipple, your finger gliding against your clit relentlessly, him fucking you dumb until you can’t even form a sentence even if you try.

Cum gushes from your entrance, leaking down his shaft, pooling at his base where a cream coats his skin. You cry out, biting your lip to muffle it more, your movements becoming more frantic as he helps you ride out your high. Your walls clench tight around him, pulsing rhythmically, sucking him in impossibly tight every time he tries to pull back out.

“That’s it. Good girl… gonna make me cum p-princess,” he stutters, praising you while driving himself to his own high.

His pace falters, his hips jerking against your own, and a guttural groan rips from his chest after a few more thrusts while he’s spilling his seed so deep inside of you it has you seeing stars. Long, thick ropes of warm cum flood your pussy, spurting out against your cervix with each pulse of him, coating your walls in everything he has to give. It leaks out around him when nothing else will fit, creating a sticky, warm mess in between the two of you, evidence of the pleasure shared.

“Goddamn it. You feel too g-good,” he growls, rocking against you, pushing his cum deeper with every soft thrust of his hips.

His hand leaves your mouth, and your breath comes in short, ragged gasps. You slump against him, your chest against his as your heart beats fast, your forehead resting against his shoulders while his movements eventually come to a stop. His hands run up and down the length of your spine, caressing the hot, sweaty skin, comforting you in the softest way possible when you still whine from his cock twitching inside you still.

“Did so good fa me,” he whispers, kissing your shoulder, his warm breath hitting your skin and sending shivers down your spine.

You finally find the strength to push up off him. You fix your panties, smooth down your dress, and rake your fingers through your hair before Gojo is standing before you, looking like nothing went down moments prior.

“My sweetheart riding her cowboy… how perfect,” he laughs, wrapping his arm around your waist, guiding you out of the big barn doors while laughing even harder when you playfully hit his chest and scoff from his dirty mouth.

“You’re sick Toru,” you say, feigning annoyance but your lips twitch up into the slightest smile.

His hand comes down, striking your ass before grabbing a handful, and all he does is whisper back about the dirty things you just let him do to you.

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Simon Riley has a hard time getting it up (18+)

After the life Simon Riley has had, it’s really not surprising that he just can’t get it up anymore. He’s tried, time and time again, but the blood doesn’t pump through him the same way it did. And it isn’t that he doesn’t have a sex drive, god no, one look at you and he wishes he could fuck you into the mattress until your tears stain the pillows and the only sounds falling from your mouth are screams of pleasure.

You walk around the apartment, his big t-shirt on, no panties underneath, and it drives him insane. You’re an entire decade younger than him, young and sexy, and he can’t help but feel guilty for letting you stay with him knowing that he can’t give you what you want in bed.

It doesn’t stop him from eating you out until your clit is puffy and your walls are rubbed raw by his calloused fingers. When his head is between your legs, he tries, he really does. He gets so worked up, grinding his soft cock against the bed, willing it to get hard so he can fuck you right after, but it never does.

All it ends in is you cumming on his face one too many times and him walking out of the room without saying a word in pure humiliation.

You don’t take it to heart, you know he beats himself up for it, saying he isn’t good enough, that you should find someone who can actually give you what you want and keep up with you at that. Every time you reassure him, that he does satisfy you, that he never fails to make you feel good regardless of how he does it, but it seems to go in one ear and out the other.

But tonight, tonight is different and you will find a way to fuck your man.

You lay naked on the bed, legs spread, juices glistening off your folds while Simon hovers above you. His arms cage your head in as he kisses you rough, his tongue sliding over your soft lips, yours entering to explore the expanse of his mouth. He kisses the length of your jaw, down your neck where he licks the salty-sweet skin, bites just hard enough for you to writhe beneath him, and sucks until purple bruises are left to ache in the best way possible.

Before he can lower himself between your legs, you let your fingertips brush just under the waistband of his sweatpants, and his mouth stills against yours.

“Si… just let me try something tonight. I really want to,” you say breathlessly, pulling away from the kiss, gazing up at him with a look that is more of a beg than anything.

He kisses your forehead, moving his hand down to pull yours away, but before he can you reach in deeper, squeezing the base of him and earning a rumbling groan from him instead. His fingers wrap around your wrist, not moving you, just simply holding on like he has to steady himself.

“Lovie, please. Don’t embarrass me now,” he whispers, voice rough and low, wavering ever so slightly when your hand begins to trail further up his limp cock.

You don’t reply, but you do run your thumb against his tip, swiping the precum beading from his slit, evidence of his arousal despite him remaining soft. Lips meeting him again, he’s reluctant, but eventually he finds your rhythm.

Pushing his sweatpants down, you pull his cock out, stroking it gently and your warm, soft palm against him feels like you're touching his raw nerves. Even if he couldn’t get it up, it is still incredibly sensitive from months and months of pent-up need and no sex. Not that you hadn’t tried before, because you have, and every time he gets frustrated.

There’s not much you can say to convince him to try again on the same night.

Nonetheless, you focus on his tip, gliding your thumb under the ridge, rubbing against his slit, and you feel his cock twitch barely in your hand. You pull his body closer to yours, resting his cock on your folds, and he hisses from the sheer pleasure of that alone. Your body heat, your slick, the thought of him touching your aching clit like this has him beyond needy.

“Just slide against me. It’ll feel good, yeah,” you say, nodding your head slowly in encouragement.

His hips roll against you, his cock sliding underneath your palm and through your folds, and he bites back a whimper while shivers run down his spine. Simon can feel his cock hardening, just barely, just enough that he might actually be able to feel your walls wrap around him, so he wastes no time in finding out.

“Please, please,” he says under his breath, begging his body to let him pleasure you in ways he usually can’t, just for tonight if that’s what it takes.

He grabs the base of his cock, positioning at your entrance, and it takes a few tries but his semi-hard tip pushes through your entrance. You gasp softly, the feeling foreign and orgasmic, and your walls clench hard around him. A guttural groan rips from his chest when he begins to rock into you, his eyes meet yours, passion and desire swirling around as his pupils dilate from the sight of you taking him regardless of the conditions.

“You feel so good, Si,” you moan, lifting your hips to give him easier access, glancing down every few seconds to watch the way his impossibly large and yet still soft cock rubs through your walls.

“You feel like a dream,” is all he can get out before his eyes are shutting tight and his fingers are tangling in your hair.

Your body meets his, helping him through it, helping him get to where he needs to be so that just for tonight, he can feel man enough for you. And when he cums deep inside of you, his tip pulsing with long, thick ropes of warm cum, ‘thank you’s’ fall from him repeatedly before he kisses you with a newfound confidence.

“Again Si, don’t stop.”

He doesn’t. He stays rocking inside you, cumming again and again until his cock is too raw, until your pussy is full of his cum, and you feel every last bit of him. When he’s done, he lowers himself between your legs, cleaning his mess and sucking your clit, watching you cry from pleasure, watching you squirm away, but there is nothing he could give you that would ever come close to the feeling of showing him that he is enough for you.

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A/N: since someone had an issue with the fact that i said the reader is a decade younger than simon and "young and sexy" let me clarify that i never specified an age anywhere in the fic lmao the reader could be 24 and simon be 37 the reader could be 35 and simon be 50 for all i care thats for you to decide and that is why i dont specify certain aspects of the reader i simply wanted to emphasize an age gap to make the guilt simon feels more profound simon finds the reader sexy and shes younger than him there is nothing to read in between the lines or imply about that literally at all

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CALL OF DUTY

SIMON "GHOST" RILEY

𑣲Lazy morning sex with Simon Riley (18+) 𑣲Simon Riley has a hard time getting it up (18+) 𑣲Giving Simon Riley the silent treatment during sex (18+) 𑣲Deaf!Simon Riley and the vibrations of your voice (18+) 𑣲Simon Riley when you are ovulating (18+) 𑣲Prone bone with Simon Riley (18+) 𑣲Simon Riley with his pregnant wife 𑣲Somnophilia with Simon Riley𑣲Sweet like honey (18+)

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Ovulating (18+)

Pairings: Gojo x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Higuruma x Reader, Toji x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader

Summary: JJK men trying to keep up with you while you are ovulating.

Content Warnings: unprotected sex, p in v, cream pie, dirty talk, overstimulation, rough sex, breeding kink, begging, slapping, hair pulling, praise, degradation, choking, finger sucking, spanking, punishment, squirting, vibrator

Satoru Gojo

Gojo already knows you’re ovulating, your health app is linked to his phone, so he’s not surprised when he wakes up to you straddling his lap and grinding against him. What he is surprised about is how many times you both have finished and yet you are still insatiable.

“More. I need more Toru,” you whine, planting your hands on his chest, grinding against his cock while he whimpers and writhes underneath you.

“Take what you need, baby,” he replies, his face screwing into one of overstimulation, but it fades into pleasure again when his cock twitches against your soaking pussy.

You waste no time in reaching between you and gripping onto the base of him to line him up at your entrance. His hands grip onto the fat of your thighs, steadying you from your frantic movements, watching you through half-lidded, fucked out eyes.

Sinking down on him, an obscene moan rips from your throat while his cock fills you up, leaving no space inside of you empty just the way you like it. The thick head of his length is nestled against your cervix, his shaft is twitching against your sweet spot with every micro-movement, and when your nails dig into his chest from pleasure, he can’t help but buck his hips up into you while hissing.

“Still so t-tight,” he groans, his grip on you turns punishing as his head falls back against the pillows.

You fall with him, chest against chest, your lips finding each and every single inch of bare skin they can find. Kissing his jaw, his neck, his shoulders, just behind his ear, the rough skin of his chest, all open-mouthed and wet. Your knees dig into the mattress as you slide off him until you reach the tip, and you bounce in his lap when you come back down.  

“Feels so g-good Toru.”

Skin slapping against skin fills the room, along with mixed moans and groans, the smell of sex is so thick you could taste it. Your pussy is beyond lubricated from rounds and rounds so his cock glides in and out with little friction.

“Mhm,” is all he can manage to get out, his eyes shutting tight, mouth falling open the faster you ride him, the deeper his cock reaches, the harder you bounce.

You moan against his neck, mouth hanging open, drool dripping from your chin and strings of saliva connecting you to his skin. Your eyes stay open despite the tears staining your cheeks, you simply don’t want to miss the sight of THE Satoru Gojo so fucked out he can barely speak.

Every time your ass hits his thighs, the air is knocked out of his lungs resulting in breathy gasps, ones that you swallow immediately when your lips capture him. Your tongues dance around together, exploring the expanse that is not unknown, greedily taking each and every sound of pleasure.

“Need y-you to fill me u-up,” you whimper, grinding your hips down when he is buried to the hilt, feeling his cock twitch over and over again with tired desire and orgasmic pleasure.

His hands find your hips, steadying himself just barely before driving up into you. He fucks you relentlessly, not letting up for a single second, his hips rolling into yours until your body collapses against his.

The veins and ridges of his cock slide through your raw walls, your pussy molding to the familiar feeling of his cock, clenching down tight around him when he tries to pull out as if you never want him to leave. Your clit drags against the skin of his lower abdomen, your nipples brushing on the skin of his chest, his cock bullying your insides, and all of it pushes you over the edge.

“F-fuck, cumming… I’m c-cumming Toru,” you whine, body moving frantically with him, your climax peaking while your back arches and toes curl against the sheets.

Your body becomes rigid, muscle drawing taut as your orgasm begins to run through you. Cum gushes from your pussy, coating his length and dripping down his skin, pooling against the bed and leaving a mess to clean up later. Moans fall from your lips repeatedly, incoherent words mixing with his name right against his ear and it has him shooting his seed into you just from the sound of your honey sweet voice.

“Y-yeah? Just like this, right b-baby?”

With a few more thrusts he’s burying himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing and leaking against your cervix. Long, thick ropes of warm cum flood your pussy, copious amounts coating your walls and leaking back out when no more will fit. It drips off your skin, falling into the mess from your own orgasm as proof of shared pleasure.

Gojo’s thrusts come to a stop, and his hands find your back immediately. He rubs against your spine, his thumb circling the soft skin as he soothes you, doing his best to catch his breath and recuperate.

Heavy breathing fills the air, hearts pounding against chests, bodies that are slick with sweat. You rest your head against his chest, coming down from your drawn-out climax, his cock still stuffed deep inside you.

“More,” you breathlessly say, fingers curling against his skin, your pussy already beginning to clamp down on his length once more.

“No. No more. What are you trying to do… kill me?”

You laugh softly, moving your head to kiss his chest, sucking ever so slightly on the skin before moving up to his face. You rest your forehead against his, lashes fluttering as you gaze at him, his own gaze falling upon yours.

“Aw, I thought the strongest would at least be able to handle a few more rounds,” you tease, pecking his lips and making a move to get off him.

Quicker than you can process, he has you flat on your back, cock still buried deep, and your legs wrapped around his waist. You gasp from the movement, staring up at him hovering above you, his fingers curling in the sheets as his arms cage your head in.

“Now that you mention it…”

Suguru Geto

Geto usually makes love to you, sweet and slow sex from the side, or you on top so he could watch your face and see every inch of your body, but right now you needed him to fuck you like his life depended on it instead of the sensual rounds he has been giving you repeatedly tonight.

“Sugu, baby… I need you to fuck me,” you whine, pushing your ass back against him where he lays behind you, stuffing his cock impossibly deep inside your pussy until the head is nestled against your cervix.

“Is that not what I am doing sweet girl,” he asks, kissing your back softly, moving to your shoulder, then your neck where he sucks the skin gently just to leave purple bruises behind.

His hips roll against you, his cock filling you up with precision, hitting every last spot inside of you. Hands on your hips, fingers digging into your fat, he groans in your ear as he watches your pussy swallow him whole.

Your ovulation has you bouncing off the walls though, craving him, specifically the meanest parts of him right now. Pushing against his thigh, you signal for him to pull out, and when he does you look over your shoulder to face him and really get your point across.

“Fuck me mean, not have sex with me softly.”

That is the last sentence you get out before Geto pounces on you.

Flat on your back, head buried in the pillows, he has your ankles by your ears with your pussy bare to him. He slams his cock back inside you, and without giving you any time to adjust, he starts his relentless, punishing pace you begged for.

“This is what you wanted, right,” he coos, tilting his head to the side in question, waiting for your answer.

The veins and ridges of his cock slide through your walls, filling you up to the brim, leaving no space inside of you empty for too long. He thrusts hard and deep, going faster each time when his balls hit your ass and his skin slaps against yours. His fingers dig into the fat of your calves, pushing your legs against your chest, keeping you steady while he abuses your pussy.

You can’t even form a single thought, let alone find enough brain power to answer his question. Your mouth hangs open, moans leaking from you, drool dripping from your chin and onto the pillow below you. The bare skin of your thighs rubs against your nipples, stimulating you even further, and when you clench around him, he hisses from the tightness.

“I did not hear you,” he growls, fucking you harder, giving you painfully pleasurable strokes.

When all you do is moan and whimper his name in response, he takes one hand off your calf and slaps you across the face soft enough to feel good. Your eyes shoot open, watching a smirk pull at his lips before your gaze falls to where your pussy takes his impossibly large length. The pain turns to pleasure quickly when his thumb runs over the burning skin, soothing but punishing you at the same time.

“Answer me sweet girl, or I will stop.”

One hand grips the sheets, your fingers tangling in fabric, the other reaches down to push at his abdomen, begging him to let up on your poor body. He laughs softly, and thrusts harder.

“’s too much Sugu,” you whine, trying to squirm out from under him, but your pussy clenches tight like it never wants him to leave.

“Don’t run from something you asked for,” he growls, pulling you back down onto his cock, refusing to let you get away from him.

He angles you just enough to hit your sweet spot, and when your back arches from the bed as you cry out for him, he knows exactly how to wear you out. He places one leg on his shoulder, moving his hand to your lower belly, and he pushes against it to feel himself digging around deep in you.

“So c-close,” you whine, your body melting into his touch but shrinking away at the same time.

His thumb brushes against your clit, just once, just enough for goosebumps to line your skin and for your moans to turn completely breathless. He watches your face contort into pleasure, watches your body writhe beneath him, watches the way your swollen clit seems to beg for him.

“Yeah? Cum on my dick then… be a good girl, won’t you?”

He gathers slick to bring it up to your sensitive bundle of nerves before rubbing tight, quick circles on your clit, the pace matching his thrusts. Geto fucks you deeper, making sure to slam against your cervix and brush against your sweet spot, anything to get you to cum on his dick and tire you out at the same time.

“F-fuck, right there S-Sugu… I’m-“

Before you can finish your sentence your orgasm rushes through you, making your body become rigid and your muscles draw taut. Your walls flutter and clench around his length in rhythmic pulses as cum gushes from your pussy, leaking down his cock and making a mess between the two of you.

Your nails dig into his lower abdomen, the others gripping at the sheets as if it is your lifeline, and he grunts from the pleasurable pain of you. He tries to hold back his whimpers, but the second he glances down and catches sight of your cream coating his base, he cums immediately.

“Shit, so goddamn wet and t-tight… gonna fill you up so m-much.”

With a few more thrusts he is burying himself to the hilt with a final slam, cursing under his breath from how consuming the pleasure is. Long, thick ropes of warm cum flood your pussy as his cock pulses deep inside of you, coating your walls, stream after stream pumping out against your cervix until it is leaking from you.

His movements come to a stop, and he releases your legs from his mean mating press just to collapse on top of you. His skin is warm, sweat slicking every part of him, his cock still buried deep as he tries to catch his breath.

Every clench of your pussy has him whimpering with overstimulation, and you watch his body jerk against yours while the two of you come down from the shared high. After a while he pushes himself up onto his elbows, hovering above your face, and leaning down to pepper your skin with the softest kisses.

“Did that do the job,” he asks in between kisses, his hands gliding over your skin, caressing you after fucking you oh-so mean.

“Mhm,” you hum out, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him against you again.

He laughs quietly, snuggling into you, melting as you run your fingers through his long, dark hair. He has no plans to move, in fact, he could go a few more rounds if you want.

Kento Nanami

Nanami is tired, although he will never admit it out loud, you can tell by the way his pace and rhythm falters after so many rounds. He doesn’t want to leave you high and dry while you’re ovulating though, in fact, he figures maybe he should bring out the big guns to really wear you out.

With his cock shoved deep inside your pussy, chest to chest, he rests his forehead against yours, heavily breathing while he places soft kisses to your lips. He reaches over, opening the drawer of your nightstand, and pulls out your vibrator.

He isn’t one to shy away from the best help he can get in bed.

He turns its on and the buzzing immediately floods your ears. Without wasting any time, he places it against your clit and resumes his thrusts. You back arches from the bed, the vibrations running through you mixed with the feeling of his cock hitting your cervix and sweet spot repeatedly has your toes curling against the sheets.

“Ken, f-fuck,” you moan out, your hand grabbing his wrist, pushing him away and pulling him closer all at once.

“That feel good, baby?”

He thrusts into you steadily, hard enough to knock the air out of your lungs, slow enough to feel like he’s making love to you. Elbow digging into the mattress, his arm cages around your head, bringing you closer to him as his fingers tangle in your hair. Your legs wrap around his waist, planting your hands on his chest, and he leans down until his warm breath is hitting your soft lips.

“So g-good,” you whine, rolling your hips against the vibrator, chasing the feeling of your high that is already so close.

Nanami pulls you into a kiss, your lips moving together in tandem, before sliding his tongue over your lips and entering your mouth. He explores slowly, mapping every inch of space as he greedily swallows your sounds of pleasure. Every few seconds he pulls away, a low groan rumbling through his chest while his cock twitches in the very depths of your pussy.

“So wet and tight… you feel so good around me,” he praises, peppering kisses along your jaw, your neck where he sucks and bites the skin ever so slightly, your shoulder where he licks long stripes to taste the salty-sweet of you, and it drives you insane.

His pace picks up, thrusting into you quicker now, encouraged by the way your walls clench and flutter around his length. Your nails dig into the rough skin of his chest, pleasuring him painfully, and while your head falls back against the pillow you cry out for him.

Your mouth hangs open ever so slightly, drool leaking from your lips and dripping down your chin. Your moans come out broken, in short breathy gasps every time he slams against your cervix, whimpering softly when he pulls back out just to do it all over again.

The veins and ridges of his cock slide through your walls, filling you to the brim, molding your insides to fit him and making sure to hit every part of you. He doesn’t leave you empty for long, always sliding his length back inside until he’s buried as deep as he can go. His shaft twitches against your sweet spot, brushing past it with precision, tip leaking precum that beads from his slit and sticks to you like glue.

“Cum for me, sweet girl. Let me f-feel you,” he says, the words turning into a ragged beg at the end, his fingers moving to turn up the setting on the vibrator to push you over the edge.

He thrusts deeper, harder, faster, anything to get you to where you need to be. You’re so close, your orgasm sitting in your lower belly ready to snap like a spring coiled tight, and the sound of his voice cracking and begging only stimulates you further.

“S-shit… gonna c-cum Ken, p-please,” you whine, rolling your hips frantically, bucking them up and pushing them down again before repeating the motion.

The urge fills your body, heavy and delicious, and you can’t seem to hold back when he knocks against your cervix again. Warm streams of squirt shoot from you, getting everything wet. It coats his cock, soaks his skin and drips down until it pools in the sheets. Your body twitches from the force of pleasure running through you, and you push away the vibrator to let him draw your high out with just his cock.

“There you g-go,” he coos, setting the vibrator down and running his hand along the length of your side, caressing the skin as he drives himself to his own release.

With every thrust of his cock, more squirt leaks out, and he can’t seem to tear his eyes away from the sight. There is nothing like seeing his wife writhe with pleasure underneath him. The thought alone has him cumming.

A guttural groan tears from his chest, and he buries himself to the hilt, pumping so slowly into you while he gives himself to his climax. Long, thick ropes of warm cum flood your pussy, coating your walls, seeping in past your cervix and leaking out when no more will fit all at the same time. He rocks inside you, his forehead resting against yours, and he kisses you with pure passion and relief.

You pull away, breathing heavily, gasping for the same air he steals from you. Wrapping your arms around his neck, he buries his face there, smelling the sweat and aroma of your arousal and release mixing together. The room reeks of sex, thick enough in the air you could taste it. The sheets are wet, your body is tired, and all he wants to do is roll over and pull you into his arms to go to sleep.

“Do you feel better, baby,” he asks, his words vibrating against your skin, and he punctuates it with a soft kiss.

“So much better, Kenny baby.”

Hiromi Higuruma

Higuruma slipped into the shower early morning for work, trying his hardest not to wake you, but you inevitably stir from your dreams and make your way towards the bathroom. You step into the shower without a word, silent and sneaky, and wrap your arms around his waist.

He mumbles out a tired apology, continuing to let the water run down his skin, but stops in his tracks when your hand grazes too low. Your fingers ruffle through his happy trail, tickling the sensitive skin of his abdomen unintentionally, before moving lower, and lower.

Wrapping your hand around his base, you squeeze tight, taking in his groan that rumbles through his body and vibrates through your own as his cock grows hard from your touch. The water falls against your hand, making it easy to glide, and you rub his tip with your thumb where precum begins to bead. His body shudders against you, his back pressing into your chest when you begin to stroke his length.

He turns around quickly, placing two hands on the back of your thighs, and hiking you up his body until your legs wrap around his waist. You kiss him rough, needy, and you gasp against his mouth when the cold shower wall hits your back. Goosebumps rise along your skin, the frigid tile, your nipples against his chest, your hands roaming every inch of his body you could reach, you need him and you need him now.

“Want it that bad, huh,” he asks, resting his forehead against yours, catching his breath from your all-consuming kiss.

“Please Romi,” you whisper, rolling your hips against him, begging him for it.

You reach down between the two of you, grabbing hold of his cock, and lining it up with your entrance. He pushes in slow, letting your walls mold to his length, letting you adjust to the sheer size of him as he fills every last inch of your aching pussy.

“F-fuck, so b-big,” you gasp out, burying your face in his neck, placing wet, out-mouthed kisses against his skin.

When his tip hits your cervix, he pulls out, hissing from the tightness of your walls clamping down on him for dear life, and slams back into you. Your back slides against the tile, but he holds you steady, keeping you exactly where he wants so he can thrust into you effortlessly.

“Yeah? I’m making you feel good?”

His balls clap against your skin with his steady movements, hips rolling against yours to dig deep inside of you, his length brushes past your sweet spot and your back is arching from the tile wall. Your toes curl against his skin, nails digging into his back, and your teeth nip at his neck from the uncontainable pleasure running through you.

“So g-good,” you cry out, your sounds of pleasure vibrating against his skin, your touch burning through him.

You bring one hand down, finding your clit with ease, and begin rubbing tight, quick circles on your sensitive bundle of nerves. He groans from the sight, pounding into you harder, faster, deeper, eager to watch you cum on him.

“Look at you, so needy,” he says, moving one hand to your ass, the other trailing up your back and letting his fingers tangle in your hair.

He pulls on it, pulling your face out of his neck, gazing at your fucked out look. Your eyes are half-lidded, mouth hanging open ever so slightly as drool drips from your chin, and he watches as your hips roll desperately against your own fingers to chase your orgasm.

“You feel so good around me.”

His words sound like music to your ears, the praise rumbling through your body and landing right in the pool of heat sitting in your lower belly. Your hand works faster at your clit, body moving frantically with a desire so strong its almost overwhelming. He grunts when your walls clench around him, so tight he can barely thrust into you, knowing that you are so close.

“Eyes on me when you cum,” he says, voice stern and leaving no room for argument, not that you would argue anyways so you nod your head and peel your eyes open.

Cum gushes from your entrance, leaking down the length of his cock, running down his skin before the water washes everything away. He glances down, watching as your pussy swallows him whole, at the way your slick and cum leave a sticky cream at his base, and he moves as if he is going to pull out.

“Gonna cum, f-fuck.”

“C-cum in me Romi, p-please,” you beg shamelessly, wrapping your legs tighter around his waist, locking your ankles at the dip of his back.

“In you? B-baby… aren’t you ovulating,” he groans, his cock twitching at the request, the thought of him filling you up at a time like this only pushing him closer and closer to his climax.

You nod your head, saying yes and begging all at once, and he is never the type to tell you no.

His pace falters, his hips stutter against yours, and with a few more thrusts he’s burying himself to the hilt and spilling his seed against your cervix. Long, thick ropes of warm cum flood your pussy, coating your walls as his cock twitches and pulses rhythmically. It leaks out when there’s no more room left inside of you, dripping onto the shower floor and washing away without leaving a mess.

His body slumps against yours after drawing out the shared high until both of you are twitching and whimpering. Slowly, he lowers you to the shower floor, planting his hands on your hips to keep you steady as your legs wobble, and he buries his face in your neck.

“Stay home from work,” you whisper breathlessly, resting your forehead against his, placing a feather light kiss to his lips.

He laughs softly, pulling away to really get a good look at you, and shakes his head in disbelief.

“To do what? Have sex all day?”

You place your hands on your hips, sticking one leg out and letting your foot tap once.

“And why do you say it like it’s the worst idea you’ve ever heard,” you ask, tilting your head to the side in question, getting irritated by his response.

“Actually… now that I’m thinking about it, that's a great idea, baby. Let’s do it.”

“Mhm.”

Toji Fushiguro

Toji loves when you’re needy, so needy that it clouds your brain and the only thing on it is how much you want to get fucked by him. It makes his cock impossibly hard, which is when you are bent over the arm of the couch, pussy completely bare for him and being stuffed with every last inch of his length.

One hand is spread on your lower belly, pressing into the soft skin, he groans while feeling himself dig around inside of you. His other hand cups your breasts, fingers pulling at your nipple, feeling it harden from his touch. He has your feet knocked far apart as he stands tall behind you, pounding into you like a rabid animal.

“You like that? Feels good don’t it,” he coos, leaning down to press a rough kiss to your spine, relishing the way you shiver from the sudden touch.

Nodding your head yes, you arch your back further, the new angle seeming to let him reach even deeper inside of you while hitting all the perfect spots with a learned precision. You reach behind you, pushing against his lower abdomen, silently begging him to let up on your poor abused pussy, but all he does is push it away while he laughs under his breath.

“Take it. You wanted it so bad so you’re gonna take it,” he growls, growing more irritated from the audacity you have after riding him 20 different ways all while complaining it wasn’t enough.

He thrusts deep inside you, knocking against your cervix and brushing past your sweet spot, angling his hips every time to leave no part of you unstimulated. The veins and ridges of his cock slide through your walls, leaving his imprint, stretching you wide just for him. Grunts rumble out from his chest, vibrating through your body, filling the air and mixing along with your own whines and whimpers.

“’s too much Ji,” you whine, but your pussy gushes on him, and your ass pushes back to meet his next thrust.

He stops thrusting just for a second, just to watch the way you fuck back against him, just to see how much you really want it, and he scoffs from how frantic the movements of your hips become. Your ass slaps against his skin, rippling from the force as his thrusts pick up once more, all while his balls hit your clit. The sensation knocks the air out of your lungs, the contact sharp and exhilarating, and it’s enough to have heat pooling in your lower belly.

“You’re a bad liar, babygirl.”

The closer you get to your orgasm, the more fucked out you become. He feels your walls clamping down, he feels how close you’re getting, he knows all your tells without you having to utter a single word.

His hand grips your jaw, pulling you face towards him, making you watch him fuck you rough and deep. He groans at the sight of you: tears staining your cheeks, mouth hanging open ever so slightly as moans leak out, drool dripping from your chin and your bottom lip sucked between your teeth.

"Look at me when I make you cum," he growls, his hand sliding from your lower belly to your clit, and you gasp from the rough touch of his calloused fingers.

He rubs quick, tight circles on your sensitive bundle of nerves, pausing every so often to roll it between his fingers, pinching ever so slightly just to hear your breathy gasps. Every thrust knocks the air from your lungs, makes your legs weaker, drives your closer to your oh-so-sweet orgasm.

“Cum on my dick, yeah? Be a good girl and get me wet,” he says, voice low and rough, and you can tell the way he tries to hide the crack in his voice from the pleasure he’s feeling by clearing his throat at the end of his sentence that's he as close as you are.

You roll your hips against his fingers, grinding down hard, fucking back against him to meet him halfway with every single thrust. Your nipples drag against the couch, your nails dig into the fabric, and you can’t help the whines and moans that fall from your lips when you cum on his cock.

“F-fuck, gonna c-cum Ji!”

Cum gushes from your pussy, coating his cock, leaving a cream around the base as he continues to fuck you. His fingers slow on your clit, drawing out the high for as long as possible, his cock twitching deep inside you from the feeling of your walls fluttering and clamping down on his length rhythmically.

“Good girl. Gonna make me cum in this pussy. That’s what you want, huh,” he asks, tilting his head to the side in question, his smirk fading the closer he gets to his orgasm.

You nod frantically, gazing up at him, pushing your ass back further onto him and it drives him insane. He grips the fat of your ass, pulling your cheeks apart to give him a better view of your greedy pussy swallowing his cock with little effort and the cream left around the base of him.

“F-fuck,” he stutters breathlessly, his pace faltering from the sight alone, and it’s enough to have him cumming so deep inside of you.

His fingers tighten around your jaw, keeping your eyes locked on him, and he drives himself to his own release. With a guttural groan, he throws his head back and drives himself to the hilt. Long, thick ropes of cum flood your pussy, coating your walls, leaking out when there is no room left for him. It drips down the back of your thighs, leaving a mess to be cleaned up later.

Toji’s hips continue to roll into you, it is barely noticeable with how wet your pussy is, and he does his best to pump his cum deeper while his body is twitching with overstimulation.

“Might give you some more. Make sure it sticks,” he grins, his hand finding your hip and positioning you just how he wants you.

When his pace picks up, all you can do is cry out for him in pleasure. He will take care of your needy pussy exactly how he wants to, and he won’t put up with you complaining about it either.

Ryomen Sukuna

You don’t even need to go multiple rounds with Sukuna when he’s already fucking into you like an animal on the first one. He knows you’re ovulating, so why not give your body exactly what it wants to begin with.

“What a fucking slut. You just want my cum in you, isn’t that right,” he coos, gazing at you in the bathroom mirror, grunting with every thrust of his hips as he watches you take his fat cock so deep inside of you.

You’re bent over the bathroom counter, your legs spread wide to make room for his beefy body, your pussy gushing on his length while he abuses your cervix. Eyes half-lidded, mouth hanging open while obscene moans fall from you, you claw at the marble, trying to find purchase on anything that will help you run from his relentless and punishing thrusts.

“Don’t move,” he growls, his fingers digging into the fat of your hips as he pulls you back on him with a particularly hard thrust just before slapping your ass hard.

Stars burst behind your eyelids from the pleasurable pain as his fingers graze over the now sensitive skin and you gasp from the contact. Your eyes shut tight, your pussy crying for more despite his cock rubbing your walls raw, and you cry out for him.

“Look at yourself while I fuck you,” he says, voice low and rough as his hands slides up your spine before snaking around your neck.

He grips you hard, blocking your airway just enough, and he gently shakes your head side to side until your eyes open. You look at yourself: tears staining your cheeks, drool dripping from your chin, your breasts pressed up against the counter, and you can’t deny the fact that the sight of you like this only makes you gush on his cock even more.

“You like that, don’t you? Watching yourself get fucked dumb,” he asks, tilting his head in question, patiently waiting to hear what you have to say.

“’s too much K-Kuna,” you gasp out, every thrust knocking the air from your lungs, his grip on your neck only making it harder to speak.

The second you're done speaking he slides two fingers into your mouth, and you suck without protest. You hum around his digits, biting hard when his cock hits your sweet spot, but he only groans from the pain mixing with the feeling of your wet walls wrapped so tightly around him.

“Fuckin’ tight… gripping me like a crazy woman,” he says, trying to keep his voice steady but you can hear the slight wavering from how good he feels inside you.

He spreads your cheeks, giving himself a better view of your pussy sucking him in, you watch him in the mirror as his own mouth hangs open and the quietest whimpers fall the most nonchalant man you know. It only spurs you on more.

You fuck back against him, your ass meeting his pelvis with every thrust he gives you, his balls slapping against your clit, his cock molding your walls to his impossible size. The veins and ridges of his length slide through you, filling you up and leaving no part of you empty for too long. He slams against your cervix, brushing past your sweet spot, all while he watches your face contort with pleasure from his own doing.

“Takin’ it like a good girl, you know that?”

You nod your head frantically, sucking his fingers harder in agreement, arching your back even further against the counter to give him the best view possible. He buzzes with pleasure, wrapping one hand around your waist, pushing against your lower belly to feel himself so deep inside of you.

“Yeah… you’re taking it real good,” he restates just before moving down to find your clit.

He rubs tight, fast circles on your sensitive bundle of nerves, matching the pace of his thrusts, letting your hips grind against his fingers without telling you not to like he usually did. He knows you're close, and when you’re ovulating, you’re more feral than normal, so he knows your orgasm is the last thing to play with.

“Gonna cum on my dick? Yeah?”

You bite down on his fingers, nodding your head, rubbing your clit against his calloused digits, and you don’t stop until your body becomes rigid and your muscles draw taut. Cum gushes from your entrance, leaking out around his length, coating his cock in your cream before it drips down his skin and onto the bathroom mat.

His fingers only let up on your clit when your body begins to twitch with overstimulation, and only then does he allow himself to focus on his own climax.

“Fill you up, give this pussy what she wants. That sound good?”

He already knows the answer to that question, so he thrusts faster, harder, deeper until he is burying himself to the hilt and leaking against your cervix. Long, thick ropes of warm cum flood your pussy, coating your walls in his seed, his cock twitching with every stream until it leaks out and drips down the back of your thighs.

“S-shit,” he groans, drawing out the high shared between the two of you, making it last as long as possible before he’s collapsing against your back.

He breathes heavily, his heart pounding out of his chest and against your skin, his body warm with release and relief. His hands trail up your sides as he kisses your spine as soft as possible, careful with you after fucking you like he didn’t even love you, but he knows that’s exactly what you wanted.

“Need another round,” he asks, lifting his face just barely off your back, his warm breath spreading against your skin and sending goosebump down your back.

You shake your head no, your own chest heaving, your own body continuing to twitch from the sheer force of your orgasm. He laughs softly against your skin, placing kisses on the back of your shoulders, making his way up your neck before finally finding your lips.

“I’m just too good.”

You push him away, feigning disgust from his cocky words, and he laughs louder this time, wrapping his arms around your waist before dragging you towards the shower where he washes you with the utmost care.

Choso Kamo

Choso is a mess underneath you. Tears stain his cheeks; whimpers fall from his lips while he keeps telling you he can’t take anymore. You’re straddling him, your knees digging into the mattress on either side of him, his cock shoved so deep inside of you that the head is nestled against your cervix. Your pussy clenches around his length as you beg him for one more round, and you feel him stir back to life despite his cries that it’s too much.

You grind your hips down on his, your clit rubbing against his pelvis, and his hands find your hips to steady the two of you. His fingers grip onto the fat of your skin the moment you rise up on his cock, and his nails dig into the soft flesh when you sink back down.

His head falls against the headboard, his eyes shutting tight, his mouth hanging open ever so slightly as whines pour from him. You plant both hands on his chest, and you begin to ride him harder, and faster, taking him deeper than you have in any of the previous rounds.

“You’re such a good boy for me Cho,” you say breathlessly, praising him for putting up with your ovulation, watching the overstimulation fade from him and turn into pleasure once more.

His eyes open quickly, so receptive to your words, your honey sweet voice flooding his ears as he watches you. Your breasts bounce with every movement you make, your nipples hard, and swollen from constant sucking, but his mouth latches onto one anyways.

He sucks, licks, bites the sensitive bud, swirling his tongue around it, his other hand reaching up to twist, pull, and pinch the opposite one. Your head falls back, from the stimulation, moans ripping from your throat from the pleasure he gives you. He whines against your breast, the vibrations running through your body and landing in the pool of heat sitting in your lower belly.

“Always make me f-feel so g-good,” you whimper, trying your hardest to get the words out but every drop down on his cock knocks the air out of your lungs resulting in short, breathy gasps.

“Want to make you feel good,” he stutters out, pulling his mouth away from your nipple, resting his hands back on your hips before leaning back against the headboard and planting his feet on the mattress.

Without another word he thrusts into you, hard and quick, pulling out as he holds you so you’re hovering above him, and plunging back in. The veins and ridges of his cock slide through your walls, filling you up and leaving no space empty for too long. He slams against your cervix, brushes past your sweet spot, and leaves just the tip in before doing it again.

“F-fuck Cho… so c-close,” you whine, grinding your hips against him every time he pounds into you, your hands moving to his shoulders where your nails dig into his skin earning you whimpers from him due to the pleasurable pain of you.

He doubles his efforts, slamming into you and grinding your hips on him, knowing his skin rubs against your clit in a way you love. He presses you down against him, feeling your soft nipples drag against his chest, stimulating you in every way he can. Consistently hitting your cervix, angling his hips to hit your sweet spot, your walls so full of him, all of it pushes you closer and closer to the edge.

“Cum for me, p-please,” he begs, his body aching to feel your pleasure, his cock dying to feel your cum against his skin for the umpteenth time tonight.

His voice sounds like music to your ears, his sweet, sweet begs enough to make you cum right then and there, which is exactly what you do. You give your body to him, slumping against him the weaker you become, letting him take over and please you the way you know he can.

Your body becomes rigid, muscles drawing taut as he pushes your over the edge effortlessly. Cum gushes from your pussy as your walls flutter and clench around his length, making a mess on his skin, dripping down onto the sheets below and soaking through this with ease. Moans rip from your chest, and they don’t fall on deaf ears.

“So g-good, I’m going to- f-fuck- going to c-cum,” he whimpers, thrusting into you harder, faster to chase his own release.

With a few more thrusts and even more pathetic whimpers, he drives himself to the hilt and spills his seed against your cervix. Long, thick ropes of warm cum flood your pussy, coating your walls in everything he has to give, leaking out around his length where there’s no more room inside of you and mixing with your own cum on the sheets.

He draws out the high before his movements stop completely. He buries his face in your neck, breathing heavily against your skin, his warm breath sending goosebumps along your spine. You melt under his touch, your thumb rubbing soft, slow circles on the skin of his chest, feeling his heart pounding underneath your palm from his intense orgasm.

“Did I… do g-good,” he asks, whimpering slightly when you position yourself better on top of him, his cock still buried deep inside you and still twitching as it slowly grows soft.

“Better than good Cho,” you hum out, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him close to you, the warmth of his skin spreading through yours and it puts you right to sleep.

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Mechanic!Toji to the rescue (18+)

“Yo, this is Toji.”

“Hey, I’m not sure if you remember me. Forgot my wallet, fucked in your office, don’t know if that’s ringing any bells for you or not...”

The line is silent for a few seconds before you hear the faintest laugh on the other end.

“That’s ringing my bells for sure,” he replies, and you can hear the smirk in his voice, “didn’t expect you to be callin’ so soon, but hey, I’m ‘bout to head in to work so shoot me a text when you’re free-”

“That’s actually why I’m calling. My car won’t start and I need to get to work. I can pay you with real money... I just don’t have time to sit here and wait,” you say, your mouth running a mile a minute.

“Whoa whoa... slow down pretty lady. Send me your location and I’ll come take a look at it.”

After hanging up, it takes all of 10 minutes for him to pull into the parking spot beside you and hop out of his car.

He really is a piece of meat to look at. His jumpsuit is undone, hanging off his broad shoulders and beefy biceps. A black dri-fit shirt outlines every single last ab and ridge of muscle there is to display on his body, and his bulge leaves little to nothing to the imagination.

“Gonna keep starin’ or you want to hop out so I can get you to work,” he says, standing in between your legs where you are sitting in the driver’s seat, pressing his index finger to your chin to dramatically close your mouth as if you are drooling over him.

“And what if I want to pay you first,” you reply, tilting your head to the side in question, biting your bottom lip as you feel his muscles tense while running your hand down the length of his abdomen.

“If I ever say no to some shit like that... just know it ain’t me.”

Now, you’re face down ass up on your bed with Toji’s cock buried so deep in your pussy it has you seeing stars.

“Goddamn it, you’re so tight,” he grunts out, his fingers digging into the fat of your hips as he thrusts into you relentlessly.

The veins and ridges of his cock slide through your wet walls, filling you up over and over again, hitting your cervix before dragging back out past your sweet spot. You moan into the pillow, eyes rolled to the back of your head, your mouth hanging open ever so slightly as drool and obscene moans leak from you.

Toji moves one hand to your ass, pulling to give himself a better view of your pussy sucking his cock in, a groan rumbling out from his chest at the sight of your slick leaking out along his length. He thrusts harder, deeper, faster the louder your moan, the tighter you grip the sheets, his cock aching to see you cum on it.

“Takin’ me so good, aren’t you,” he asks, leaning over until his chest is to your back, his pace not faltering for even a second.

Every time he pounds into you, it knocks the air out of your lungs, turning into a ragged moan. Your nipples drag across the sheets, peaking against the soft fabric, stimulating you even further. When you don’t answer fast enough for his liking, he wraps one hand in your hair to pull your face away from the pillow.

“Didn’t hear you babygirl,” he growls, bringing you face to face with him, his eyes burning with lust and desire.

You gaze up at him, eyes half-lidded from being beyond fucked out, tears staining your cheeks from how pleasurably painful his touch is, and you try your hardest to answer him.

“Y-yes, Toji, taking you so g-good.”

He smirks in satisfaction, his lips immediately finding yours to bring you into a rough, needy kiss. His hips snap against your ass, balls smacking your clit over and over again, all while his tongue devours your mouth. Your walls clench down tight around him, earning a low groan from him that you swallow greedily.

The bed creaks under his rough movements, the headboard slamming against the wall, but you couldn’t care less. Moans and groans mix together in the air, the sound of skin slapping loud in your ears, the musk of sex floating around so thick you can taste it.

“So c-close,” you whine, pushing your hips back further against him, begging for him to push you over the edge you sit on.

He growls low against your mouth, the vibrations running through your body and landing in the heat pooling in your lower belly. Your orgasm is ready to snap, like a spring coiled tight, and when his finger finds your clit with efficiency and begins to draw tight, fast circles onto the sensitive bundle of nerves, it’s almost too much for you to handle.

“F-fuck, yes,” you cry out, hips grinding against his two fingers to chase your release.

Cum gushes from your entrance, leaking out around his cock, making a mess out of everything. The sheets, his lower abdomen, your thighs, his length, everything is wet. Your pussy pulses and flutters around him rhythmically, your entire body gone rigid, your muscles drawing tight the more your climax takes over you.

“That’s it, let me make you feel good,” he coos, drawing out your high for as long as possible before letting himself feel the same release.

When your body begins to twitch with overstimulation he lets up on your clit, his cock still bullying your insides as he feels his balls drawing tight with his inevitable orgasm.

“Gonna fill you up, yeah? Have you leaking for days.”

When you nod your head yes, he wastes no time in filling you to the brim. With a few more thrusts he drives himself to the hilt and spills his seed against your cervix.

Long, thick ropes of warm cum flood your pussy, copious amounts leaking with every twitch of his cock, coating your walls with everything he has to give. He groans from the pleasure, head falling back while his thrusts slow, his grip turning punishing as his body locks up.

After your walls milk him dry, he hovers above you, fingers gripping the sheets until his knuckles turn white just to steady himself. Heavy breathing fills the air, hearts pounding against chests, lingering sounds of pleasure leaking out when a single movement causes overstimulation.

“All paid up. Let me go fix that car now, yeah?”

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Biker!Sukuna takes you for a ride (18+)

“Hop on,” Sukuna says, smirking under his helmet, patting the seat of his motorcycle directly behind him.

You look at him for a second, wondering if you should be anxious about this, but the alcohol running through your system gives you enough liquid courage to say fuck it. You slide the spare helmet over your head, adjusting it because even inebriated you knows how important biker safety is, and you slide right behind him.

“Hold on tight, babygirl.”

He laughs softly when your arms wrap around his waist, hugging him as tight as possible while your fingers grip onto his black cotton t-shirt. You smoosh your cheek against his back, the fabric soft against your skin, the warmth of his body seeping into your own.

The second he takes off you understand the thrill.

The wind brushes past your skin, hitting his body the hardest before landing softly against yours. The hair left out of your helmet blows behind you, free in the cold breeze of the night. You close your eyes, heightening your other senses. His body pressed against yours, the way your heartbeat whooshes in your ears, louder than the wind could ever be, the way the air feels so fresh in your lungs every time you take a deep breath, it is more intoxicating than the 5 vodka red bulls you downed at the bar.

‘Hop on’ is also what he said when the two of you got back to his apartment and mauled each other’s faces until you both wound up naked in his bed.

Your knees dig into the mattress on either side of his hips, your pussy hovering just above his cock, both hands planted on his chest to steady yourself. He reaches down, guiding his length to your entrance, and you sink down in one swift movement.

“Shit- you’re so goddamn tight,” he groans, his head falling back against the pillow, his hands coming up to grip the fat of your hips as you begin to bounce up and down on him.

His cock is impossibly large, stretching your walls to fit him, knocking against your cervix with each slide inside of you. He fills you to the brim, leaving no space inside of you empty for long, making sure to move your hips to the perfect angle to brush past your sweet spot.

“Feels so g-good,” you moan, bouncing faster, harder, your hips grinding against his pelvis every time he is buried to the hilt.

Your nails dig into the skin of his chest, leaving him hissing in pain before it turns into a groan of pleasure. The veins and ridges of his cock slide through your walls, your pussy slick enough to the point where there is little resistance. Every time his cock twitches, your walls clench around his length in agreement.

“F-fuck, ride my dick... there you go baby,” he grunts out, one hand sliding to your ass to grip the fat to jiggle it with each bounce, the other making its way to the front of your body.

His thumb finds your clit, rubbing fast, tight circles onto your sensitive bundle of nerves at the same pace you’re taking his cock. The rest of his hand is splayed out against your lower belly, pushing in to feel the bulge of himself digging all around inside of you which only adds to your pleasure.

“Sukuna,” you whimper, your body growing limp from the amount of stimulation you are receiving, your chest pressing against his as you fall at his mercy.

He plants both feet flat on the mattress, moving his other hand to your ass now, and begins to drill into you from below. Grunts and groans rumbling out from his chest right into your ear, the vibrations running through your body and landing in the pool of heat gathering in your lower belly, all of it pushes you closer to your climax.

Your nipples drag against the rough skin of his chest where ink curls around his muscles, your clit brushes on his pelvis with every frantic movement he makes. When he hits your sweet spot in this position, you moan out, arching into him and burying your face in his neck. You kiss his sensitive skin sloppily, wet open-mouthed kisses while you whimper from his cock.

“Yeah? Right there, huh? That’s how you like it, right?”

“Mhm,” you manage to murmur, your mouth moving to his shoulder, your teeth sinking into him as the pleasure grows overwhelming.

His view is nothing short of erotic. Your ass bouncing against his thighs, your pussy sucking in his cock every time he pulls out, that mixed with the pleasurable pain from your mouth and your body pressed so close to him has him holding back his orgasm.

“Who’s making you feel this good? Talk to me baby,” he growls, the tone entering begging territory.

“Y-you, all you!”

He thrust deeper into you, harder, faster, his balls slapping against your ass as he pounds so deep into your pussy it has you seeing stars. His cock twitches inside of you, evidence of his inevitable release and it has you grinding your hips against him once more.

“Cum on my dick then. Will you do that for me, pretty girl?”

His voice is low and rough, taken over by lust and desire, and it rumbles through your body and pushes you over the edge.

“Oh, f-fuck... I’m c-cumming!”

Cum gushes from your entrance, soaking his length, making a mess on his sheets but he couldn’t care less. An obscene moan rips from your throat, your walls pulsing and fluttering around his cock the more he fucks into you, your body growing tired the longer he draws it out.

“That’s it. Gonna fill you up until you can’t take anymore. How’s that sound,” he says, more of a warning than anything else, and when you nod your head, he wastes no time in spilling his seed.

With a guttural groan ripping from his chest, he drops his forehead to your shoulder, his pace faltering while his hips jerk in needy movements. Long, thick ropes of warm cum flood your pussy, coating your walls in his pleasure, leaking out to mix with your own cum on the sheets when nothing else will fit inside of you.

He draws out the high between the two of you as long as he can before dropping back onto the pillows, taking you with him. Wrapping his beefy arms around your back, he pulls you up his chest, enough for you to be face to face with him.

Your eyes are half-lidded with tears staining your cheeks, mouth hanging open still as whimpers leak out from the overly sensitive parts of your body still being stimulated, drool dripping from your chin and onto the skin of his chest, but you do your best to give him a sleepy smile.

“Feeling good,” he asks, using one finger to tilt your chin up until you can properly see him.

“So good,” you hum, letting your cheek smoosh against his chest and your body relax from the warmth of his.

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Distracting NerdJo from studying (18+)

You sit across from Gojo, laptop open on the coffee table, pens and highlighters scattered around as the two of you study. Except, you are not studying, and your eyes are burning holes through your boyfriend.

While you sit on the soft carpet of his apartment living room floor, he is sitting on the couch, grey sweatpants sitting low on his hips with his shirt off, biceps flexing every time he runs his fingers through his soft, white hair. His glasses are perched on his nose, slipping every once in a while, and you watch as he pushes them back up, biting your bottom lip from the sexy sight of him so focused.

Pushing yourself up on your hands and knees, you crawl around the table, situating yourself in between his legs, parting them before letting your fingers trail just under his waistband.

“Hey pretty girl,” he says, gazing down at you with a soft smile, reclining back against the cushion as he lets a finger run down the length of your jaw.

“Hi Toru,” you answer back, voice low and soft, offering up an innocent look before pushing down his pants just enough for his half-hard cock to pop out.

“W-wait, baby,” he stutters, grabbing hold of your wrist just tight enough to stop your movements.

“Yes?”

He watches as you look at him through your lashes, sitting back on your heels, gazing down at your pretty mouth and the way you lick your lips at the thought of what you’re about to do. Exhaling slowly, his cock twitches at the sight, giving up his desire.

“You don’t want to save this for... ya know, the bedroom later,” he asks, his voice wavering as he pushes his glasses up once more, his confusion coming from the fact that you’ve never done anything like this before.

“But Toru, I want it now,” you pout, jutting out your bottom lip, tears welling up in your eyes because you know he can’t say no to you like this.

He sighs, rubbing his thumb in a circle along your wrist before lifting off the couch ever so slightly to push his sweatpants down to his ankles. With his cock standing up now, you watch as the blood pulses through, twitching insistently and leaking beads of precum from his pink tip.

You waste no time in wrapping your hand around his base, squeezing hard and watching as the muscles in his abdomen tense from your touch. He whimpers from the sensation, hips bucking up in your hand before you’ve even started moving, and then he’s apologizing right after from the greediness he shows.

“Don’t be silly, Toru. I like when you want me so bad you can’t stay still.”

He gazes down at you, his eyes filled with desire and passion, his cock jumping in your hand from the sound of your honey sweet voice. He opens his mouth to say something, but before he can, you wrap your lips around his tip and give him one kitten lick to his slit.

“S-shit,” he whimpers breathlessly, hands moving to his thighs where his nails dig into his own skin, hips digging into the couch as if he is trying to hold himself back from thrusting into your mouth.

You slide him in further, running your tongue along the vein under his shaft, moaning around his length when he hits the back of your throat. Even when you think you can’t go any further, you push him in more, gagging around him over and over again until you reach his base and the white hair tickles your face.

“Oh m-my, feels so g-good.”

You hum around him in satisfaction, letting yourself calm down around his cock shoved so far down your throat. Gazing up at him, drool leaks from your mouth, dripping from your chin and pooling on his skin. With your lips wrapped around him, your eyes are half-lidded with tears staining your cheeks.

The sight is enough to make him cum like the needy man he is.

“I’m already s-so close. F-fuck- going to c-cum... - c-umming,” he whimpers pathetically, his cock twitching down your throat over and over again the closer he reaches his climax.

You didn’t even have to slide his cock out once for him to cum. Your tongue glides across his base, caressing the thin skin. Your throat opens and closes with each occasional gag, the tightness only pushing him closer and closer.

Sweat beads along his forehead, hair sticking to his skin, glasses resting on the tip of his nose because he can’t be bothered with them right now. His head falls back as whimpers leak from his mouth, ‘thank you’s’ and ‘pleases’ mixing along with them.

He takes one more look at you and he’s done for.

“O-oh shit, yes y-yes.”

Long, thick ropes of warm cum flood your mouth, dripping down your throat and filling you to the brim. You swallow slowly, getting every last drop as it pumps out, milking his cock for everything he’s worth.

When his cock runs dry and his body begins to twitch with overstimulation, you pop his cock out of your mouth with a hard suck on his sensitive tip just to tease. He looks down at you, cum on your lips, drool around your mouth, cheeks wet, and to him you look so pretty like this. He groans when his cock stirs awake again, unable to contain his desire for you.

“Aw Toru. You finished too quickly. I wasn’t done having fun,” you say, pouting again, crossing your arm over your chest.

“Oh no, pretty baby I’m sorry,” he apologizes, reaching down to grab your hand before helping you slide into his lap.

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into you, and you start grinding down on his cock. You smile when he whimpers, knowing you have him exactly where you want him, textbooks and google tabs forgotten.

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Silence (18+)

Parings: Gojo x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Higuruma x Reader, Toji x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader

Summary: JJK men reacting to you being silent during sex.

Content Warnings: unprotected sex, p in v, cream pie, dirty talk, praise, degradation, hair pulling, choking, slight overstimulation, spanking, edging, punishment, rough sex, finger sucking, dacryphilia, biting, blood, squirting, breeding kink, begging, slapping/clit slapping

Satoru Gojo

Gojo is always so cocky during sex, and for good reason too. He knows what he does to you, knows how to make you feel good, how to get you writhing and cumming from his cock in record time. Which is why you thought it would be a perfect idea to mess with him.

Your back is on the bed, legs lifted on either side of his body, his cock shoved deep inside your pussy maintaining a relentless pace. Not a single sound slips from you, and it is proving to be difficult to keep it that way.

Breathing coming in short puffs from the force of his hips, you try your best to act unaffected. Your fingers don’t tangle in the sheets no matter how much you want to; your head doesn’t press into the pillow even though your body is begging to arch into his touch. You gaze up at the ceiling, your eyes not even shutting from the pleasure, and that is exactly what gets him.

“There’s no way,” he huffs, laughing out softly from the absurdity of this situation.

Your eyes fall on his, held tilting in question, doing your best to feign your innocence but you know if you open your mouth for a second you will moan loud enough for the neighbors to hear.

“There’s just no way I got this bad in the span of 12 hours. I just had you moaning like a crazy woman on my dick this morning,” he says, his pace slowing down, perfect for you to keep up the act.

“Guess you did,” you reply, bringing your gaze back up to the ceiling.

He scoffs, truly appalled, doubting his abilities for a split second before considering the possibility that you just might be trying to play with him. Gojo’s hands find your waist, fingers gripping your skin punishingly tight, angling your hips up just right and you know you are done for.

“F-fuckk, Toru!”

The second his hips snap to yours, your eyes shoot open, toes curling, fingers gripping onto the sheets for dear life while an obscene moan rips from your throat. His cock twitches against your sweet spot, tip rubbing hard on your cervix, and the most satisfying grin pulls at his lips.

“Could’ve just said you wanted to play pretend,” he says, voice low and rough, words rumbling out from deep within his chest from the feeling of your walls fluttering tight around his length.

He holds your hips up, maintaining the perfect position, and pounds into you as if he is a starved man who is insatiable when it comes to your sounds of pleasure. Grunts and groans leave his lips, your legs wrap around his waist, your arms around his neck, pulling him deeper inside you, not wanting to waste another second with your antics.

“It’s s-so good,” you whimper, burying your face in his neck as your cheeks heat up, moaning right into his ear just how he likes.

“Yeah? Take it all, won’t you pretty baby?”

He slams into you harder, faster, his strokes growing relentless and punishing as he does his best to fuck out every last sound you could make. The veins and ridges of his cock slide through your walls, filling you up and leaving no space inside you empty.

The only thing you could feel is him. The rough skin of his chest dragging against your nipples, the softer skin of his abdomen catching on your clit with each thrust, your nails dragging down his back from the pleasure coursing through you, all of it pushing you closer and closer to your sweet release.

“Y-yes Toru. So c-close, please,” you plead, begging him for anything and everything he could give you.

“Really thought you could be quiet when you’re this close,” he asks, not expecting an answer, continuing to fuck into you, unable to resist the sweet sounds of your begging.

“Go ahead then. Cum on my dick.”

His words sound like music to your ears, rough around the edges from his own pleasure, rumbling out from him like they always did when he was deep inside your pussy.

Your body goes rigid, muscles drawing taut, nails dragging down his back while your toes curl against his hips. Cum gushes from your entrance, obscene moans pouring from you as it leaks out around his length. It drips from his skin, making a mess below, staining the sheets with something undeniable.

“That’s i-it. Such a g-good girl,” he grunts, throwing his head back in pleasure, feeling the way your walls tighten and rhythmically pulse around him, bringing him right to the edge of his climax without having to do much work.

He buries himself to the hilt after a few more thrusts, a guttural groan slipping out from how slick your walls are, from the pleasurable pain of your nails digging into his back, and he gives himself the same release.

Long, thick ropes of warm cum flood your pussy, coating your walls, leaking out when there is no more room left. It pools on the sheets below, sticky and mixed with your own, proof of the pleasure he thought he just couldn’t give you anymore.

His body slumps against you, his forehead rests on yours, heavy breathing filling the air, his heartbeat whooshing in his ears from the blood rushing through his body. Your breath mingles with his in the small space between your lips, your body on fire from his touch, weak from his undoing, and starved for more.

“For a second there... I actually believed you,” he says breathlessly, laughing softly, eyes boring into yours.

“Toru, you really think you could do anything other than make me feel good in every single part of life,” you question, moving your hands to cup his face.

“Of course not.”

You giggle, pulling his face towards yours, placing a soft kiss to his lips in agreement with his cocky ass reply. The kiss turns sloppy, his cock stirring back awake still stuffed inside you, your clit swollen and pulsing once more.

“Then give me more. Make me feel good all night if you think you can,” you say, shrugging your shoulders in indifference, biting back a smirk from your teasing words.

The grin that spreads across his face while he rolls over onto his back, taking you with him until you’re seated with his cock shoved against your cervix, makes you know that you are in for it.

Suguru Geto

Your back is pressed against Geto’s chest, his cock deep inside your pussy, pressed against your cervix while your walls flutter around him undeniably tight. No sounds fall from you while he thrusts, not a moan, not a whimper, absolutely nothing. You don’t even touch him like you usually do.

It is cruel really, but you are still buzzing with annoyance from the argument the two of you had last night, still wanting to get back at him for eating the last ice cream cone after you asked him to save it for you since he ate all the rest.

He notices quickly, hips stuttering for just a second before continuing to roll deeper into you, quicker, angling upwards to hit your sweet spot, anything to draw out your pretty noises. One hand planted on your hip, the other cupping your jaw, he fucks you slowly, sensually. He makes it hard to stay quiet.

You face away from him, biting your bottom lip, breathing hard through your nose while your eyes shut tight and fingers grip onto the sheets where he can’t see. He groans softly when your walls clench around him, cursing under his breath from how tight and wet you are around his length, wishing you would say something, anything that will let him know you enjoy it as much as he does.

“Are you not feeling good, sweet girl? We can do something different, or we can stop. Whatever you want baby,” he whispers, kissing the soft skin of your ear, pulling your face towards him so his eyes can graze over your flushed face.

His low, rough morning voice mixed with the reassurance and doubt makes your stomach turn with guilt. You push against his abdomen, signaling for him to pull out, and when he does you flip onto your other side to face him.

“I was trying to stay mad about the ice cream Sugu. Why do you have to be so sweet sometimes,” you pout, looking up at him through your lashes with the biggest doe eyes you could muster.

He laughs softly, cupping your cheek and pulling your lips against his.

“Sorry for ruining your sulking, but don’t you think it can wait,” he says, tilting his head to the side in question, a smirk pulling on his lips as he gazes down at you.

Without saying anything more, you press closer to him, chest to chest, lifting one leg up over his before nudging his cock at your entrance once more. He slides in slowly, filling your pussy again, stretching your walls to accommodate his length. Groans rumble out from his chest, vibrating against your skin, and you let yourself moan out from the pleasure of him.

“There you are,” he whispers, placing a feather light kiss to your ear, his hand moving to the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair.

His other hand splays on your lower belly, his thumb finding your clit with ease and moving to rub slow, tight circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves. Whimpers and whines pour from you now, not bothering to hold back any longer, letting your hips grind against his thumb and your nails dig into his arm.

“So g-good Sugu,” you whimper, moving your hips with his, meeting him at a new angle.

His cock brushes past your sweet spot, and you cry out in pleasure. Heat builds in your lower belly quickly. The feeling of your nipples dragging against his skin, peaking from the stimulation, mixing with his thumb rubbing your clit and cock thrusting against your sweet spot is enough to bring you so close to the edge.

“Gonna cum baby?”

“Mhm,” you whimper, pulling him closer, moving your hips with a frantic need, begging for it without having to say anything.

“Cum on my dick sweet girl. Let me feel you,” he says, voice low and thick with desire, his own orgasm sitting low, ready to snap like a spring coiled tight.

Cum gushes from your entrance, leaking out around his cock as your walls pulse and flutter around him. You melt into his touch, giving yourself to him completely, letting him hear the moans and whimpers as a result of what he does to you.

“That i-it. Such a good girl,” he praises, watching your eyes shut tight, mouth hanging open ever so slightly, body twitching from the remnants of your orgasm.

His thumb slows on your clit when your body begins to jerk, trying to ride out your high as long as possible before letting himself reach his release. Thrusting continuously, groans and grunts fall from him, unashamedly as he savors the feeling of cum and slick coating his length.

Geto buries his face in your neck, hand moving to your hip, fucking into you at the same slow pace he has been maintaining this entire time. His hips begin to stutter, pace faltering, cock twitching deep inside of your pussy the closer he reaches his climax. With a few more thrusts, he’s burying himself to the hilt with a guttural groan ripping through his chest.

“O-oh yes, feels so g-good.”

Long, thick ropes of warm cum flood your pussy, leaking out when there is no room left for more, creating a mess in between your thighs with shared cum as proof of pleasure. He thrusts in slower now, pushing his cum deeper, riding out his high, feeling your walls continue to pulse around him.

His body slumps against the mattress, wrapping one arm around your waist, pulling your body flush with his before covering you with the sheets. He places tiny kisses to your face, your cheeks, your forehead, your nose, and finally your soft lips.

“Do you still want to sulk?”

You roll your eyes, giggling softly, too tired now to do anything other than lay here with him.

“You already know the answer to that,” you reply, pretending to be annoyed.

“Of course I do.”

Kento Nanami

Nanami came home limping and bandaged, his eyes low from exhaustion, hair messy and suit dirty from work. His hands were on you the second he found you undressing for a shower. You sat on the sink counter, pulling off every last bandage, cursing him under your breath, irritation rising like bile in your throat.

It eventually ended up with his cock buried in your pussy, your chest pressed to the shower wall, Nanami’s hands low on your hips as he drills into you with the occasional hiss of aching muscles and open cuts.

Not a single sound comes from your lips, in fact, your mouth is closed in a tight thin line despite your want to moan. You are livid that your husband came home in this state, that he was even in a situation to warrant this in the first place. It isn’t his fault, you know that you shouldn’t be taking it out on him, but your mind is too clouded to be rational.

He notices, of course he does, he notices everything.

“Sorry if it’s not that good, baby. I’m just so tired...,” he says, barely above a whisper, his voice low and rough making it hard to hear over the water.

Your look over your shoulder, your gaze being met with an apologetic look on the handsome face of Nanami. Bringing one hand up, you cup his jaw, pulling his lips to yours. The kiss turns messy quickly, spit dripping from your mouth, groans falling from his, and his thrusts turn relentless.

You don’t bother with trying to be quiet.

“F-fuck, Ken. Feels so g-good,” you whine, pushing your ass back against him, his forehead resting against yours where your breath mingles in the shared space between.

One hand gripping the fat of your hip, his other slides down your body, lingering just below your belly button before finding your swollen, aching clit. He rubs tight, quick circles onto the sensitive bundle of nerves, groaning when he feels your walls tighten around him from the stimulation, pounding into you harder with each moan, whimper, and whine.

“You sound so good when I make love to you,” he says, burying his face in your neck, kissing, licking, biting the soft, wet skin and leaving purple bruises behind in his wake.

Your pussy flutters around his length from his reverent praise, his words only making you moan more as they rumble out from his chest. His cock slides in, brushing past your sweet spot, nudging against your cervix and your walls clamp down tight. He pulls out, leaving only the tip in, and your walls do their best to suck him back in as if you never want him to leave.

“So wet and tight. You feel so g-good,” he groans, his grip growing tighter with each thrust, his hips rolling into yours at a frantic speed.

The veins and ridges of his cock slide through your walls, filling up every last inch of your pussy, stretching you to accommodate his size as he leaves no space empty. Your hips grind against his finger, the angle changing with each glide, his cock hitting your sweet spot over and over again while your moans tear from your throat and bounce off the wet walls of the shower.

“So c-close, Kenny,” you whimper, pushing your ass back against him, looking to meet him with every thrust.

Your hands plant themselves on the tile while you look over your shoulder, taking in the sight of your husband pounding into you from behind. The muscles of his abdomen tense with every movement, his hand twitching with the need to touch your entire body, his face screwed into one of pleasure as he watches your pussy swallow his cock with ease.

It is enough to push you over the edge you walk the line of.

“Gonna c-cum, fuck,” you whine, shutting your eyes tight, mouth hanging open while obscene moans flood out with each and every slap of his skin against yours.

Your body becomes rigid, muscles growing taut as your hips drag across his fingers and his cock brushes past your sweet spot once more. Cum gushes from your entrance, leaking out around his cock, dripping onto the tile of the shower before being washed away.

“That’s i-it. So beautiful when you c-cum on me,” he stutters, drawing out your high for as long as possible before giving himself the same release.

His finger eases up on your clit when your body begins to twitch, his hips rolling in and out of you slower now while your pussy clamps down and pulses around his familiar length.

“I-inside Ken... want it inside,” you beg, eyes locking onto his, hand falling from the wall to grip onto his wrist instead.

“Yeah?”

You don’t even have to say anything else. With a few more thrusts, he buries himself to the hilt, his seed spilling out deep inside your pussy with a guttural groan ripping from his chest.

Long, thick ropes of warm cum flood you, leaking out around his cock when there’s no room for more, sliding down the back of your thighs before the water has a chance to reach it. He pumps slowly through his orgasm, pushing him cum deeper, whimpering when your raw walls clench around his sensitive tip.

His body melts against yours, his heavy breathing and pounding heart being felt through your back, his skin scorching against yours. Hands sliding against your body, he worships you for everything you are, not missing a single each of your skin before sliding out of you.

No words are exchanged after, just silence as you clean the clotted wounds, and proof of pleasure from his skin, worshipping him in your own way even if you did curse him for the way he comes home majority of the time.

Hiromi Higuruma

Higuruma has been staying for overtime at the law firm every night for the past week, and it really irritated you that he let the other associates walk all over him. He comes home well into the night, eye bags a new staple to his look, tie loose around his neck while the rest of him looks disheveled.

Something about it got you going, but not enough to erase the irritation you felt this particular night.

You’re up on the kitchen counter, his hands on the back of either thigh while pushing your legs up, spreading them open to make room for him as his cock slams in and out of your pussy. Slick gushes from your entrance, getting the hem of his suit wet, and yet, no sounds fall from your lips.

Not a single one.

You do your best to feign indifference. Mouth drawn into a thin, tight line, eyes blank as they stare off just past him to distract yourself from the need to moan. Maybe it is cruel, but for a needy, irritated wife, you think it’s perfect.

He gazes up at you, tilting his head in question. Unfortunately for you, he knows all your tells. He can see you holding back, he can see the way you try to pretend like nothing he is doing is affecting you yet the second his eyes fall upon your face, your pussy is spasming around his length.

“So quiet... for what exactly,” he coos, not really asking a question, but simply letting you know he’s observing you like he always is.

His hand comes up to your face, fingers running along the length of your jaw, being oh-so-sweet before slapping you. It wasn’t too hard, hard enough to be a punishment, soft enough to be just the way you like it during sex, and you gasp as the sting of his hand burns through your skin.

Moans pour out from you after, whimper after whine after desperate moan. He rubs away the sting, his thrusts filling your body with pleasure, the pain meshing together until it turns into something sick and twisted that settles inside of you.

Your fingers grab onto his tie, pulling him closer, your legs pushing against your chest as he fucks you deeper, harder, faster just to pull the angelic sounds out of you.

“What do you need, baby? To cum? To cuss me out? Want me on my knees begging to fuck your pretty pussy?”

His words flow through you, rumbling out rough and low from his chest, vibrating against your skin and landing deep in the pool of heat bubbling in your lower belly. The skin of your knees rubs against your nipples, the fabric of his clothes brushing against your clit, his balls slapping against your ass as his pace turns punishing and relentless.

When you don’t answer, his hand slides down to your lower belly, teasing your sensitive skin before a sharp slap lands against your clit. You yelp out, tugging him closer, eyes landing on his as tears well up in your eyes, threatening to fall at any given moment.

“Didn’t hear you.”

“Anything Romi, I n-need anything you’ll g-give me,” you plead, stuttering over your words, trying to rectify your mistake of not answering.

For a split second, guilt flashes in his eyes, anger churning in his stomach from the thought of his wife having to utter those words. He moves your legs to his shoulders, your hands gripping the edge of the counter now, and he places that same hand onto your clit forgivingly.

“I’m sorry baby... so s-sorry,” he groans, fucking you deeper, harder, apologizing for his absence in the rawest way possible.

He whispers his sorry’s over and over again, rolling his hips against you, sliding his cock in and out of you as if need consumes him. He kisses you passionately, swallowing your sounds of pleasure you previously withheld, humming when his greed is satisfied.

“So c-close, I’m s-so close,” you whine, hips squirming against the counter, rubbing against his fingers on your clit as your body begs to be giving its release.

“Cum on me. Let me make you feel good baby,” he pleads, denying himself of his pleasure until you have felt yours to the fullest.

His thrusts speed up, knocking against your cervix, brushing against your sweet spot when he angles his hips perfectly. His finger rubs your clit faster, matching the pace of his cock, taking a second to gather more slick to glide over the sensitive bundle of nerves.

His words sound like music to your ears, his whispered apologies and praises going straight to the throb in between your legs, encouraging you to let go. Your body becomes rigid, muscles drawing taut as your release tightens in your lower belly, ready to snap at any moment like a spring coiled tight.

“Fuck, f-fuck, cumming R-Romi,” you whimper, mouthing falling out with various sounds of pleasure, eyes shutting tight as black dots cloud your vision, ankles locking tight around his neck.

Squirt shoots out of you, wetting everything nearby. His expensive dry-cleaned suit, the floor, the counter, his skin. Every thrust of his cock pushes more and more out of you. It leaks down your folds, dripping onto his length, allowing him to dig deeper with little resistance.

“That’s it. Give it all t-to me,” he stutters, his hips stuttering along with him, pace faltering ever so slightly.

He fingers slow on your clit when your body begins to twitch with overstimulation. Speeding up, he chases his own high, eager to spill his release deep inside of you. Head falling back, grip turning punishing on our skin, sure to leave bruises in the morning, a guttural groan rumbles out from his chest as his climax peaks.

“Shit, gonna fill y-you up so m-much.”

Long, thick ropes of warm cum flood your pussy, coating your walls in everything he has to give, leaking back out when there’s no room for anything else. His cock twitches deep inside of you, tip leaking spurt after spurt of his seed. He pumps into you slower, pushing his cum deeper, wanting to keep as much inside of you as he could.

You wrap your arms around his neck when he slows to a stop, pulling him into you as he drops your legs from his shoulders. His body melts against yours, breath coming in ragged gasps, heart pounding against his chest. Burying his face in your neck, he kisses the soft skin, letting the both of you calm down and catch your breath.

“No more overtime Hiromi,” you say, voice serious again, irritation clearly displayed in your tone.

“No more overtime baby.”

Toji Fushiguro

Toji has been irritating you all day. He loves to push your buttons, get on your nerves, see how much you can take before he fucks the attitude out of you like nothing happened.

But today, you have had enough, and right when he slides his cock deep inside your pussy, you make no noise, not a single sound falls from your lips. You bite back a moan, but smirk into the pillow at the same time in satisfaction when his hips stutter for a split second from the absence of your sweet sounds of pleasure.

His hand pushes against your spine, arching your back to give him the perfect angle, his other hand gripping the fat of your hip to bring you back on his cock with each thrust. It’s hard not to moan when he’s impossibly large and much deeper than you think is possible, but you don’t, and you refuse to writhe in pleasure, or make any movements that would suggest you are enjoying it.

“Huh,” he scoffs, laughing quietly before slamming your hips against his, trying to pull out any little sound he could.

Your breath comes in short gasps, muffled against the pillow as you bite your bottom lip. His pace grows relentless and punishing, fucking into you harder, faster.

“Why’re you so quiet, huh,” he asks, bending over you, his chest to your back while he places rough kisses to the skin of your shoulder.

You lift your head from the pillow, trying not to make a single sound from his cock digging against your cervix at this angle, and turn to look over your shoulder.

“Just a little bored, that’s all,” you answer, knowing it would rile him up, but that’s exactly what you wanted.

He doesn’t reply. Grabbing a pillow from his side of the bed, he slides it under your hips, pushing your ass down to get you into prone bone with his cock still shoved deep inside of you. Sliding his hands down your side, his rough calloused fingers glide over your skin, sending shivers down your spine from how soft the touch is.

Toji pounds into you once, the angle hitting your sweet spot perfectly, the pressure on your cervix enough to make you cum on the spot. Your clit brushes against the smooth fabric of the pillowcase, your nipples dragging across the sheets, and you bite your bottom lip hard enough for the taste of metallic to flood your mouth.

“This is sooo boring,” he coos, and you can hear the smirk on his face through his words.

He plants his hands on either side of your head, fingers gripping onto the sheets, and soft groans rumbling out from his chest when your walls flutter around his length. You gaze up, finding him looking at your first, his eyes narrowing on your face where a single tear slides down your cheek.

He slams into you again, this time watching your face very closely. Your eyes shut tight, mouth hanging open, breathing ragged and rough around the edges from a suppressed moan and he hums in satisfaction.

“Cause my dick is just so boring, isn’t that right,” he says, voice low and rough, head tilting to the side in question.

When you don’t reply, his picks up his pace, drilling into you from behind. The veins and ridges of his cock slide through your walls, filling you up to the brim before pulling out again, but leaving no space inside of you empty for long. Tears stain your cheeks, drool dripping from your chin where it’s managed to leak out past your swollen lip.

“Let me hear you,” he growls, punctuating each word with a punishing thrust, one hand coming up to grip your hair so you can’t bury your face into the pillow.

His hold on your hair is painfully tight, and the second his cock brushes past your sweet spot all your pent-up sounds come flooding out.

“It’s too m-much Ji,” you whine, one hand tangled in the sheets, the other pushing against his lower abdomen in a silent beg for him to let up on your poor pussy.

“I thought it was boring,” he says, groaning softly when you push your ass back against him, meeting his every thrust.

“Too c-close,” you whimper, your clit dragging across the pillow, his cock stuffing you overwhelmingly full, your nipples pointed and so sensitive against the bed.

He smirks, pushing himself up and wrapping one hand around your neck. Hair tangled in his fingers, airway cut off just enough to make it pleasurable, he pounds into you over and over again. The force of his thrusts knocks the breath out of your lungs, your whimpers and whines coming out as gasps with his name laced into them.

“Go ahead then, cum on my boring dick.”

Your hips rock against the pillow, desperately trying to find the friction your swollen, aching clit needs so badly while pushing your ass back to let Toji sink himself deeper in your pussy. He groans out, the sound vibrating through your body, his fingers feel electric on your skin.

“Cum, or I’ll stop,” he says through grit teeth, his fingers on your neck tightening from each thrust he gives.

His rough voice sounds like music to your ears, landing deep in the pool of heat in your lower belly, pushing you over the edge.

Cum gushes from your entrance, leaking out on his length, your walls pulsing and fluttering with each slam of his hips against yours while he draws out your high for as long as possible. Your clit throbs with overstimulation, your body weak and tired, incoherent words mixing with the moans pouring from your mouth repeatedly.

“That’s i-it,” he stutters, pace faltering the closer he reaches his own climax.

“In me, p-please Ji,” you beg, nails digging into the skin of his abdomen, the fat of your ass bouncing against his skin with each aggressive thrust.

“Yeah? Want me to fill you up, make you all mine, let everyone see you big and round because of me,” he asks, groaning from the thought, only fucking you deeper to make sure his seed takes.

“Y-yes, please,” you whine, squirming your hips in overstimulation and need all at the same time.

With a few more thrusts he buries himself to the hilt, a guttural groan ripping through his chest, echoing off the walls of the bedroom. The bed creaks and shakes, the headboard slamming against the wall again and again, his grip punishing against your skin and lights sparks on your every nerve.

“F-fuck, gonna c-cum so deep in y-you,” he grunts out.

Long, thick ropes of warm cum flood your pussy, his cock twitching deep inside of you while spurt after spurt fills you. It leaks out when there’s no more room left, dripping onto the sheets below, mixing with your own cum. He pumps into you slower now, grip not letting up, trying to stuff his release as deep as he can.

“Take it a-all," he growls, his pace only picking up speed, the sound of his cum squelching in and out of your pussy enough to keep him hard for many more rounds.

Ryomen Sukuna

In your drunken state, you decided that Sukuna was crazy for wanting to leave when you were clearly having such a good time at the bar. He asked you nicely multiple times, trying to convince you that it was past time to leave, but when you turned bratty and argumentative, he had enough.

He grabs your wrist and drags you out of the bar without looking back once. You spew nonsense at him while walking to his car, spewing even more when he unlocks it and opens the back door to push you inside, and you don’t stop even when he hikes your skirt up and pulls your panties to the side.

“Sukuna, why won’t you listen to me,” you pout, hands pressed against the leather seats, ass up in the air while your head is turned over your shoulder to watch him.

He says nothing, unbuckling his belt, sliding his pants and boxers down, and stroking his cock a few times before lining himself up at your entrance.

If he doesn’t want to hear it from you, then you refuse to make a single sound when he shoves his cock into your pussy.

He bottoms out, nudging against your cervix, rubbing against your sweet spot with a low groan. His hand slides down your back, right against your spine and he pushes down hard to arch you just the way he likes. Moving one hand to the back of your head, he keeps you still while his other hand grips at the fat of your ass. He pulls your cheeks apart, looking at the way your slick pours out around him, at the way your pussy swallows him whole with no complaints.

You bite back a moan when your nipples peak against the fabric of your shirt dragging along the warm seats, his balls pressed tight against your clit, his cock buried so deep inside you it feels as if he could split you in two. No matter how much you want to cry out for him, you don’t, and you don’t show any signs of enjoyment whatsoever out of spite.

The fact that you didn’t moan with him doesn’t register yet, in fact, he doesn’t realize you’re not making any sound until he begins to thrust, and the familiar sounds of pleasure don’t ring out. He tilts his head to the side in question but says nothing, deciding that you must want him to fuck you harder.

His hips snap against yours, quick and sharp, relentless and punishing all at once while rough groans rumble out from his chest. Balls slapping against your swollen, aching clit, bottom lip sucked into your mouth to prevent a slip in whimpers, your eyes shut tight, trying to focus on this fun punishment.

Your silence eggs him on, encouraging him to do whatever it takes for you to crack. He lifts one leg up, tilting your hips to give him the perfect angle, moving both hands to your hips to get in position.

With a single thrust your entire composure slips. A choked moan rips from your throat as he hits your sweet spot and cervix in one go, slamming himself inside of you hard enough to shake the entire car. You cry out, tears welling up in your eyes from the pleasurable pain running through you while he immediately thrusts out to soothe the ache.

“K-Kuna! Too m-much... i-it’s too much,” you whine, trying to run from him, but he pulls you back on his cock before you can go too far.

“There’s my bratty girl. Took you long enough,” he coos, the smirk on his face present in his tone.

He drills into you, over and over again, not letting up for a single second. His hand comes down fast, striking against your ass, the soft skin rippling and burning from the touch. Watching a handprint form, he rubs his fingers over the sensitive area, turning the pain into pleasure before slapping your ass again.

“Fucking dirty slut, thought you could get away with this and being bratty,” he asks, fucking into you deeper, harder, relishing the way your breathing comes in short gasps, and you whimper every time his balls hit your clit.

Your mouth hangs open slightly, drool dripping from your chin, eyes shut tight while incoherent words mix with your sounds of pleasure. Your head is too dazed to find the right words to answer his question.

“S-so close K-Kuna, please,” you beg, pushing your ass back onto him, meeting him for every thrust the closer you get to your climax.

His thrusts slow immediately, your orgasm fading away as quickly as it crept up, and you cry out, tears staining your cheeks in frustration.

“Kunaaa,” you whine, trying to fuck yourself on his cock, but his hands grip your hips incredibly tight to keep you still.

“You didn’t answer my question, so why should I let you cum?”

“I’m s-sorry, please let me c-cum,” you plead, your words coming out as a choked sob.

He groans, low and rough around the edges, thrusting unintentionally hard into you. Listening to your begs, his cock leaks precum while nestled against your cervix, and he pulls his cock all the way out before sliding it back into your warm and wet walls.

“Crying for my dick, how disgusting,” he says, barely above a whisper, his cock twitching inside of you from the sound alone.

He leans down, burying his cock impossibly deep, his hand coming up to cup your jaw. Watching the tears run down your face, he thrusts against, the pace picking up exactly where he left off.

The second your mouth opens he slots two fingers in, and you waste no time before sucking on them. You gaze up at him, eyes red with tears, cheeks stained, drool leaking out around him, and he’s so close to spilling inside of you that he’s begging you to cum.

“Cum on my dick then. Be a good girl, yeah?”

You nod your head frantically, pushing yourself back on his dick, fucking yourself over and over again. His balls slap against your clit, goosebumps lining your skin, your nipples dragging across the seat, all of it stimulates you more than enough to have you cumming instantly.

You hum around his fingers as cum gushes from your entrance, your movements turning sloppy, your sucking ceasing the more you get lost in your orgasm. He groans from the sight: his girl so drunk on his cock after fucking herself until she's shaking with pleasure.

The thought alone has him cumming alongside you with a guttural groan ripping out from his chest.

Long, thick ropes of warm cum flood your pussy, mixing with your own release as your pulsing, clenching walls milk him dry. His hips slow, fucking into you almost as if it’s an apology, drawing out the shared high for as long as possible until your body is trembling and twitching underneath him.

You slump against the seats, heavy breathing, heart pounding out of your chest, mumbling words that make no sense.

“When we get home can we fuck again, Kuna?”

He laughs softly, running one hand down the length of your back, caressing your skin with calloused fingers in contrast to that way he just fucked you.

“Of course, baby.”

Choso Kamo

You thought it would be funny to joke around with Choso, to pretend like the sex wasn’t good enough to have you moaning, but you immediately regretted it.

You’re fully seated on his lap, cock buried to the hilt, in reverse cowgirl while he is laying back against the plush pillows. Slowly, you slide up his length, and drop back down, biting your bottom lip to muffle the moans begging to fall free while your fingers grip onto the sheets in between his legs. His hands grip onto your hips, not guiding, but following you wherever you go.

“Feels so g-good,” he whines out, throwing his head back in pleasure, unable to contain himself when it comes to you.

Whimpers fall from him, from the way your walls grip his length, the way they flutter with every sound falling from him, the way he can see your pussy sucking him in every single time you pull up. He doesn’t miss the fact that you’re not moaning, actually, when you sit back down, he keeps you there, holding you steady in his lap.

“Baby...?”

“Yeah Cho,” you answer, looking over your shoulder just to find his face etched in worry.

“Am I... doing something wrong? Does it not feel good enough for you? Do you want to stop?”

The sight breaks your heart, and you feel so guilty for even thinking about pulling this joke on him. You know his mind is running a mile a minute. You slide his cock out of you, a soft whimper falling from him when your warm walls graze over his sensitive tip, and you straddle his lap, facing him instead.

“Like this instead,” he asks, already bending his knees to plant both feet on the bed, giving him a better advantage to thrust into you while placing both hands on your hips again.

“No Cho, I was just-”

You’re cut off by an obscene moan falling from your lips when his hips roll into yours, his cock bottoming out against your cervix, twitching against your sweet spot relentlessly from the sounds of your honey sweet pleasure.

“Is this better?”

He slides one hand down from your waist to your ass, his other sliding up the length of your back, splaying over the back of your head before pushing your body against his. Your nipples peak against his skin, your arms wrap around his neck, burying your face in the crook between his shoulder where your breath ghosts over his skin.

“So g-good,” you whine, pressing kiss after kiss to his neck, wet and open mouthed, your tongue tasting the sweet and salty mix of him.

He thrusts a little harder, determined to make you feel good, to redeem himself after thinking he was failing to. His fingers dig into the plush skin of your ass, the others tangling into your hair as his cock slides in and out of your sopping wet pussy.

The veins and ridges of his cock slide through your walls, filling you up to the brim and pulling back out over and over again. He never leaves you empty for too long, and it leaves you whining and moaning against his skin.

“You feel so good around me. So tight and warm,” he praises, thrusting into you at a steady pace, making sure to hit your sweet spot each and every time.

His body burns against yours and your chest rests against his, nipples dragging across his rough skin, lips lingering on every inch of space you could find. Along his jaw, down his neck, his shoulder where your teeth graze and goosebumps are left in your wake.

The hand on your head moves to reach in between the two of you, wasting no time in finding your clit and drawing tight, slow circles onto the sensitive bundle of nerves. Your body trembles against his, legs weak with pleasure, hips grinding against him to meet his every thrust.

“Cho, b-baby, I’m so c-close,” you stutter, movements becoming more frantic, need coursing through your body faster than you can manage.

“I know, I know s-sweet girl. I’ll make you feel g-good,” he assures, thrusting faster, harder, deeper inside of your pussy.

Precum leaks out of his tip, slick drips down his length, the slick sounds of sex mixing with skin slapping together fill the expanse of the room.

Your eyes roll back the closer you get to your climax, his pace steadily increasing, your mouth hanging open while moans pour out of you. Drool drips from your chin, your breath comes in short gasps, your body becomes rigid, your muscles drawing taut the more his cock digs into you.

“F-fuck, I’m c-cumming,” you manage to get out before you vision goes hazy with pleasure.

Your teeth sink into his skin, overwhelmed by the feelings rushing through you, and he groans from the pleasurable pain. Cum gushes from your entrance, dripping down his skin and pooling onto the sheets while your pussy pulses and clenches around his cock.

He guides you through it, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, softening his thrusts and circles on your clit to draw out your high as long as possible before letting himself feel the same release.

“Always so g-good to me,” he whispers, his hips stuttering, pace faltering the closer he gets to his sweet climax.

With a few more thrusts he buries himself to the hilt, whimpering ‘thank you’s’ and your name over and over again as if you are his mantra. Long, thick ropes of warm cum flood your entrance, coating your walls, leaking out when there’s no more room for him left inside of you, and only then does his thrusts cease.

His hands slide down your spine, caressing your skin as he places kiss after kiss to your body, worshipping you for all that you are. You lick over the deep bite mark, silently apologizing, but you don’t miss the marks already there that have been fading for the last few nights.

“It was only a joke Cho,” you say breathlessly, resting your head on his chest, catching your breath from your intense orgasm.

“A joke?”

“I was purposefully not making any sound to see how you would react. I’m sorry baby,” you whisper, placing a feather light kiss to his lips, pulling back to gaze at him.

“I didn’t like that joke,” he pouts, kissing you again, deeper this time but soft, nonetheless.

“Promise I won’t do it again.”

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First time with Choso (18+)

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After the activities of last night, Choso asked you out on a dinner date, taking you to an upscale restaurant, having one too many drinks, and booking a hotel in the city for the night.

Walking through the door to your suite, you find rose petals on the bed with gifts and champagne scattered around the room. Candlelight flickers, filling the expanse of the space in dim lighting while soft music plays on the TV.

Turning around in awe, you find Choso standing there shyly, hands in the pockets of his pristine suit, blush spreading across his cheeks from your reaction.

“Cho... this is so sweet of you baby,” you say, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

He buries his face in your neck, placing his hands on your hips and swaying ever so slightly with content.

“There’s one more gift in the bathroom, but I just want you to know there is no pressure at all,” he whispers, placing a soft kiss behind your ear.

Now, you stand in the bathroom, wearing a red lace set, overanalyzing your body in the mirror.

It’s not like Choso hasn’t seen you naked before, or that there was anything wrong with the image staring back at you, but something about it made you feel shyer. You smooth the fabric over your curves, trying to convince yourself to walk out of the bathroom when you hear a soft knock on the door.

“Baby... you don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to. We don’t even have to... do anything more than what you’re comfortable with either,” he says, his voice low and sweet, and that is the last push you need to open the door and give yourself to him.

You grab the undershirt of his suit, pulling him into you and placing a rough kiss to his lips. He immediately melts into you, running his hands down the back of your thighs, tapping lightly to signal for you to jump. Your legs wrap around his waist, your arms around his neck, your mouth never leaving his as he sets you down onto the hotel bed.

Pushing his shirt off his shoulders, he helps you by letting it fall to the ground. Your hands move to his belt, quickly unbuckling it but then having trouble when you get to his pants button. He rests his forehead against yours, breathing hard and laughing softly, his hands coming up over yours, pausing your frantic movements.

“Can we... go slow? I really want to have the time to enjoy and explore everything with you,” he says, barely above a whisper as his gaze finds yours, pure passion and love mixing with desire in his soft eyes.

You take a deep breath, nodding your head and pulling his hands down onto the bed by either side of your thighs. He leans into you, kissing you soft and slow, his tongue sliding past your lips to cover every inch of your mouth. Choso tastes sweet and smoky, like dessert at the restaurant and a glass of whiskey to finish it off just to get the nerves out.

Sliding further onto the bed, he follows you as you lay down, hovering over your body in the lace lingerie, elbows digging into the bed on either side of your head. He kisses you harder, saliva dripping from lips, smacking sounds filling the air. You run your hands down his bare chest, feeling every ridge of muscle, every tense of his abdomen the further down you reach, even the soft whimper that falls from him when your fingertips graze his length.

Choso grinds against you, slow and steady, his cock dragging over your clothed pussy, just enough to catch on your clit and have your toes curling against the sheets. He listens to every sweet sound pouring from you, listens to the way your body speaks for you when you’re too busy kissing him.

“You feel like everything I’ve ever wanted,” he whispers, placing a soft kiss to your jaw, moving down the side of your neck.

He sucks, bites, licks the sensitive skin, drawing out the soft whines you give him in return, his cock hard and grinding against you still. Moving down to your chest, he kisses in between your breasts, tasting the sweet and saltiness of your skin. Hands wrapping around your back, his fingers linger on the clasp, eyes gazing at you for permission.

“Please Cho, take it off,” you say, lifting your body up just enough to give him room.

The second the fabric is off your skin; his mouth is on your nipple. Rolling, licking, nipping the bud until it turns into a hard peak in his mouth. He groans softly, finding much pleasure and joy in the way your body writhes beneath him. Moving to the other nipple, he gives it the same attention, hand coming up to softly grab onto the first one.

Your head digs into the pillow, moans pouring from your mouth, slick leaking from your entrance while you clench around nothing. Fingers tangling in his hair, your nails brush against his scalp, a shiver running through his body from the simple touch and the desire in him doubles just like that.

“I need you so bad,” he says, the vibrations of his words running through your body, his lips now trailing down the length of your stomach.

He kisses every inch of skin, every imperfection, every curve, everything that makes you exactly who you are on the outside. You watch him with intensity, the love of a lifetime flooding through you from the passion he has with you.

Reaching the waistband of your panties, his fingers hook onto the fabric to silently ask for permission. You lift your body up, letting him slide them off, leaving you bare for only him to see. He’s still clothed from the waist down, and you begin to feel a little self-conscious, moving to cover your breasts and closing your legs to avoid his reverent gaze.

“Baby... no don’t do that,” he says, moving back up to your face, wedging his way in between your legs that fall open to fit him.

“You look beautiful... unreal.”

Your hands move to his pants, unbuttoning them with ease, trying your best to slide them down and he helps most of the way. His cock bounces up against his stomach, long and thick, tip leaking precum continuously which drips down onto your stomach. Your fingers wrap around him, a soft whimper from the simple touch falling from his lips, and you bring him closer to you.

Legs wrapping around his waist, his cock slides through your wet folds, gathering your slick. Choso can’t help but whimper, his sensitive, angry red tip gliding across your clit, leaving you a moaning mess too.

“Cho,” you whine, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling you closer to him as you arch into the touch of his cock.

“Tell me you want it, please. I want to feel you around me, tell me baby,” he begs, forehead resting against yours, his breathing coming in short, choked gasps.

“Please, let me feel you.”

Without having to say another word, his hand slides in between you, the tip of his cock nudging against your entrance. The pressure was something you didn’t expect, in fact, you hadn’t considered the stretch of him until this very moment. Fear flashes across your face, and you do your best to push it down, knowing that he will do anything and everything to make it pleasurable and comfortable for you.

“Just tell me if it hurts and I’ll stop,” he reassures, placing a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth, pushing his cock inside you slowly.

The burn of him floods through you, causing you to wince, your legs tightening around his waist and nails digging into the skin of his back to relieve some of the pain. His eyes find yours, worry etched in his face, eyebrows drawn tight from the feeling of your walls stretching to accommodate him.

“Don’t s-stop Cho, please,” you plead, watching him go back and forth in his head.

He pushes in all the way, his cock buried against your cervix, trying his hardest not to cum with every movement you make. He hates to see you like this, writhing in anything other than pleasure, so he leans down and presses his lips against yours.

“I’m going to make it feel good baby. I promise.”

His hips rock into you, small thrusts, just enough to get you relaxed and to turn the pain into pleasure. Your walls clench down tight around him every time he’s pressing against your cervix, and when he starts to pull out until the tip is sitting just past your entrance, your pussy sucks him back in like it can’t stand him not being nestled in you.

“So t-tight and wet. You feel so g-good around me,” he praises, kissing your forehead, his fingers tangling in your hair and caging your head in between his arms.

“More, please give me more,” you whisper, moans falling from your lips, pleasure coursing through your body from the feeling of him inside you.

He listens, thrusting deeper, harder, moving faster. The veins and ridges of his cock slide through your walls, filling you up to the brim, leaving no space inside of you empty. Your back arches off the bed, toes curling, nails digging in the rough skin of his back as he bullies your insides.

“Feels so g-good Cho,” you stutter, overwhelmed by desire and passion, your body giving itself to him in the rawest way possible.

Your nipples drag against his chest, your clit catching on the skin of his abdomen, his cock stretching you impossibly wide. All of it has heat building in your lower belly and the familiar feeling of an orgasm creeping up.

“I know baby, I k-know. I’m so c-close already,” he whimpers, holding onto you tighter, thrusting into you faster.

“I-inside, don’t p-pull out Cho.”

Those sweet words falling from your tongue undo him faster than he wanted.

“F-fuck, sorry baby. So sorry,” he apologizes, his words interrupted by obscene whimpers.

His hips stutter, faltering ever so slightly as he buries himself to the hilt while his climax rushes through him. Long, thick ropes of warm cum flood your pussy, coating your walls and leaking out when there is no room left. He keeps thrusting into you, whimpering from the overstimulation, but determined to make you feel as good as he does.

“Ohh Cho,” you whine, pulling him closer to you, placing a kiss to his lips, swallowing his whimpers and whining with a greedy hunger that is insatiable.

His hand moves from your hair, brushing along the skin below your belly button, moving lower to find your sensitive, swollen clit. He rubs tight, fast circles onto your bundle of nerves, watching your hips jerk against him to push yourself over the edge all while his cock is still drilling into you.

“Shit. Fuck r-right there,” you moan out, lifting your hips slightly when the new angle has his cock hitting your sweet spot with every thrust.

He gazes down at you, your eyes shut tight with pleasure, mouth hanging open ever so slightly as drool drips out from how fucked out you are. The sight is enough to have him cumming again, which is exactly what happens when your walls spasm around him from your orgasm.

Cum gushes from your entrance, fast and unexpected, walls pulsing around his length rhythmically. Your body becomes rigid, muscles drawing taut while your climax floods through you, whimpers and whines falling from your lips mixing with his name as if he is your mantra.

“That’s i-it. So good f-for me,” he whispers, doing his best to fuck you through it, holding back his second climax until your body is shaking from the remnants of your own.

Spilling his seed inside you once more, his body collapses on top of you, heavy breathing filling the air. His heart pounds throughout his chest, breath coming in uneven gasps, lips brushing against yours with every small movement.

“I love you Cho,” you say breathlessly, wrapping your arms and legs around him tighter, not wanting to let go after feeling unbelievably close to him.

“I love you so much baby,” he replies, kissing your lips softly, wrapping his hands around your head, making him the only thing that matters to you right now.

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