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[kentoruu]

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[brook3haven-deactivated20260509]

why do yall feel so comfortable writing incest?? is that the norm now? the noncon and dubcon was pushing it and now its just getting plain weird. i get its just fiction and a fantasy, but it gets to a point...

[kentoruu]

i’m sorry but non-con and dub-con WAS PUSHING IT uhhhh no that shit is weird like ur sick if u think that a “person kicking, screaming, and crying and say stop don’t do this” didn’t cross the line

it shit like this that perpetuates the newly common rape glorification culture

i’m so tired of this goddamn app cause no one pays attention to the dark shit that goes on here

i’ve been saying for months how disgusting this shit is but nobody cares smh

and the only way to get my opinion out there is to flood my post with tags

both are disgusting but u can’t excuse one for the other sorry not sorry

yeaaa it’s time for me to get off this weird app

[kunareads]

choso doesn’t process jealousy like a normal person. there’s no sulking, no glaring. just a quiet, almost helpful approach to the problem, like correcting a clerical error.

if someone’s flirting with you, he doesn’t get mad or pull you closer. he blinks, obviously puzzled, and says, “you’re confused. she’s mine.” not in a threatening way. more like how you’d correct a child insisting that the sky is green.

if the offender doesn’t immediately back off, he doesn’t argue. he just stands there with the energy of an immovable object waiting for a force to give up. and if they still don’t get it, he leans in slightly, brows furrowed like he’s concerned for their cognitive skills, and asks, “are you stupid?”

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[fangdokja-deactivated20250704]

♡ TW. non-con + rape, BDSM, degradation ; ♡ WC. 542

There’s a split second between sleep and wakefulness where your body doesn’t understand what’s happening. Where the tightness around your wrists, the sting in your thighs, the raw ache between your legs—it all registers as distant, muted sensations. Your brain struggles to piece it together. And then you move. The second you shift, you feel it. The stretch. The unbearable soreness. The slick mess between your legs. A slow, deep chuckle rolls through the dark. "There she is."

Your stomach drops. Your pulse spikes. The memories come rushing in—hands forcing you down, tearing away fabric, the burn of rope biting deep into your skin. The fight, the panic, the unbearable pressure as he spread you open. And now he’s still inside you. The air is thick with the scent of sweat, of skin, of sex. Of him. His heat wraps around you like a noose, suffocating, inescapable. He shifts behind you, one heavy arm draped over your stomach, his chest flush against your back. His cock still buried deep inside your abused cunt.

"You were so cute earlier," he murmurs, voice dripping with satisfaction. His hand moves, sliding down, fingers ghosting over the bruises forming on your hips—from where he held you down. "Squirming. Screaming. Clawing at me like a little feral thing." You choke on a breath, body locking up as his fingers trail lower. As he moves. A slow grind, rolling his hips into you, dragging his cock through the mess between your legs. You can hear it—the slick, obscene sounds of your body still stretched around him.

You thrash. "Nn—mmf—!" His hand snaps up to your throat. The air leaves your lungs in an instant. Fingers clamp down, pressing against your windpipe, cutting off your oxygen with effortless force. His breath is hot against your ear, his voice a growl. "Where do you think you’re going, baby?" You claw at his wrist, vision swimming as your lungs scream for air. But he just laughs. His other hand slides down your stomach, over your trembling thighs, his fingers dipping into the raw, ruined mess between your legs.

"God, you’re soaking." His breath shudders as he spreads the slick over your clit, rubbing slow, cruel circles. Teasing. Playing. "And after everything? You dirty little whore—" Your body betrays you. A sharp, unwanted pulse of pleasure shoots through you at the stimulation, your hips twitching, thighs trembling. You hate it. Hate it. But you can’t stop it. And neither can he.

"That’s it, baby. Give it up. Let me feel you come on my cock." He snaps his hips forward. The force knocks the air from your lungs, his cock spearing deep. The stretch is unbearable, too much, too raw—but he doesn’t stop. He pounds into you, brutal, relentless, fucking you like he’s claiming every last inch.

"Gonna break you, baby. Gonna ruin you so bad, you won’t be able to take anyone else—" Tears blur your vision, pain and humiliation twisting in your gut as his grip on your throat tightens, as his thrusts grow faster, harder, merciless. Your body is spent, ruined, used—but he doesn’t care. He’ll never stop. And as your vision fades at the edges, as your body shudders and clenches around him—you realize he’s right. You’re his.

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Demon Slayer: Doma, Tengen Uzui

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Honkai Star Rail: Aventurine, Boothill, Caelus, Mr. Reca, Fallen! Phainon, Sampo Koski

How to Live as an Illegal Healer: Seunghyeon Kang

Hunter x Hunter: Gon Freecss, Hisoka Morow, Pariston Hill, Shalnark

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Jujutsu Kaisen: Kenjaku, Satoru Gojo, Yuji Itadori

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[kentoruu]

am i the only one who thinks this shit is weird? oh just me nvm ig we ain’t ready for the odd glorification of rape on this app

[nmzuka]

drawing Total Drama for a stupid meme on twitter

[silkpout-deactivated20250730]

Cocky Gojo who teases you when you finally give into your “no contact” with him. You had been seeing him for a little while but rumor got around and you heard from a few people that he wasn’t exactly the “relationship” type, so you decided to cut it off right there and spare yourself the heartbreak.

Since then, he had been sending you countless texts, voicemails and even went as far as emailing you- all of which you ignored. You figured it was elaborate lovebombing from just another fuckboy and you were not going to fall victim… or so you thought. You made it a strong 2 1/2 weeks before the temptation was downright unbearable. So you did what anyone would do... show up at his apartment. It somehow seemed less humiliating than responding to his 200+ text messages.

Gojo doesn’t even try to hide the smug grin on his face when he swings the door open and sees you standing there, shifting from side to side. “Well, well, well” he drawls on, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest. “Took you long enough, sweetheart”

𖦹𖦹𖦹

In no time at all, Gojo has you propped-up against his apartment window, nipples pebbled from the cold glass, as he ruts into you, your nipples grazing the window with each thrust. You hit at his thigh from overstimulation, as he fucks you into your 3rd orgasm of the night. “Bad girl” he mumbles, swatting your hands away from where you’re trying to push him. He traps you even closer, breast firmly pressed against the glass so that they splay out pornographically. “you take what the fuck I give you.” His grip on your waist is bruisingly tight, while the other hand snakes down your body to find your swollen clit, rubbing mercilessly in tight circles.

Your head thrashes from side to side, lost in the haze of ecstasy as you feel the familiar coil in your stomach. “We both know this is what you’re made for” Gojo huffs out, lips pressed against the shell of your ear “No running away now, you didn’t answer my texts for days, pretending you didn’t miss me, hgnh! but I know b-better. I know.” While his hands and thrust are punishing his words are softer- tender almost. But you're too lustdrunk to think about it too much.

“ngh- show me how much you need this baby” Gojo whimpers as his thrust start to get sloppy, still not letting up on your clit, he buries his head into your neck. “you need me, you need me, you need-” Gojo’s whimpers fill the room, he had never sounded so desperate, so depraved. You feel him shudder under you. “you need me, fuck! I-” his words dripping with desperation send you hurtling over the edge. You feel yourself clamp down on him like a vice and suddenly feel his own release as he holds you so tight it hurts. He pumps his cum into you unforgivingly against your cervix. You reach up immediately to stroke his hair as he rides out his climax, still taken aback by his desperate words, wondering if it was all just pillow talk or something more.

While you’re lost in thought you hear him speak up quietly but sternly beside you, trying to catch his breath. His demeanor laced with something much different from the man he was a few minutes ago. Something darker. “Don’t you ever fucking pull some shit like that again” Your eyes meet his and you shudder at the intensity of his gaze, “now show me how sorry you are baby.”

[kentoruu]

guyysss help me find that one gojo fic where there like in class and he lifts up the readers skirt and then like he sees her in the library and takes her somewhere and like completely rails her

[merakidoll]

older man nanami who finally found joy in his retirement years with his younger bimbo! it wasn’t supposed to happen, he was okay staying in a loveless marriage - smoking his cigars and watching his grandkids run around. but god bumping into you while at his favorite country club changed it all. then everything else came just a quick. the divorce. the marriage to you. the family dinner where everyone hated his decision and you. then how nanami yelled he was not longer living for them, but for himself.

now as the hot sun blazed in the beautiful tropical place, nanami under shade with a small glass of whisky and his handy cigar just watching the small bakini on your curvy frame while you played in the water of the beach that was just for you two. his cock hard, harder than ever with every bounce of your breast when you made your way too him. “nana! why won’t you come out with me?” your glossy lips pouted. you pulled your glasses up straddling him while wrapping your hands around his neck.

“was just enjoying the view babydoll” you kissed his cheek giggling at nothing, then his neck, your lip gloss leaving a glossy lip print. it wasn’t supposed to happen; but your hips began to buck again his hard print. the thin matiral of the bathing suits doing nothing. the somehow you found yourself slumping down onto the old man’s curved cock rocking your hips to fit his big size, mouth open in a silent scream. “you’ve taken him plenty of times beauty. be a good girl you can handle it” he landed a slap to your ass, your small yelps and bounces as you felt him in your throat. your words stuck, tears falling down on your puffy cheeks damping the whispy lash set.

“faster.” nanami command, buckling into your cunt and growling at how warm and wet you were. wrapping around him so well. the glass of whisky and his cigar were now long forgotten- his hand wrapping around you while he mumbled how much of a bad slut you were. “never listen to daddies instructions huh?” he held you tightly, fucking into fast - hard. the sound of your wetness and it’s splashing, his balls slapping against your ass, and your cunts creams dripping all over your bathing suits. “n-nana pleaseeee!” you cried trying to push away, your head becoming dizzy and your abdomen feeling a full sensation. your puffy clit kept bumping against things overstimulating you so bad that you squirted with a loud cry. “that’s it, give it to nana.”

nanami worked himself a little slower and sloppy, but not enough to stop the shooting pleasure. his ropes filled you just as your second orgasm came, your body shaking, pussy pulsing and clenching so bad that it set nanami’s second orgasm off. now after your beautiful vacation you had to sit down the same two kids that hated you and tell them that after 30 years they were finally getting another sibling!

[toadtoru-deactivated20260517]

i love reader. idc if she’s a bimbo or a crybaby or a little unhinged. good for her tbh. i love her in all shapes and forms. she is barbie. she is a doctor and a student and a barista and she can take five dicks at the same time. what a beautiful world we live in.

[aomicest]

satoru’s pregnant wife who can’t keep her hands off him. you’re far along now, and he swears that the more your stomach grows with his child, the hornier you get.

he had to keep on his toes around you in order to not get you so worked up. the pregnancy hormones were really getting to you, and you lashed out at him or cried over every little inconvenience. but what he had to be most careful about was the way he touched you.

if his hand lingered a little too long on your waist — the intention wholeheartedly innocent — you’d somehow take that as an invitation to palm his bulge. it’s happened numerous times recently—even in public!

his poor, pregnant wife had no shame nowadays. yeah, he’s done his fair share of groping your ass when others were around, but it was always under a private eye, secret giggles shared between the two of you.

unfortunately, you had picked up the habit of doing it out in the open. he couldn’t count the amount of times people would gawk at the both of you in horror, all while you continued to browse the baby section, unbothered, as if you hadn’t squeezed his balls like a stress toy in front of dozens of people. maybe you were an exhibitionist?

satoru could only sigh. it was clear your thoughts only consisted of three things as of late: eat, sleep, and fuck.

how could he resolve this? he wanted to cry. this wasn’t fair! why couldn’t you be this thirsty for his cock when you weren’t pregnant. never in his life would he have thought you could out-freak him. and as badly as he wanted to fuck you senseless in return, he had to be gentle. sex was increasingly dangerous at this stage — according to the doctor after a long night of pounding into your sloppy cunt — and you were driving him to the brink of madness with the way you were acting.

tensions between the both of you were higher than they’ve ever been in weeks, neither of you speaking or acting on it. however, things came to ahead one morning while he was leaving for work. like usual, he stood by the door in his suit, prepared to head out after your usual once-over. it was a domestic routine he looked forward to every morning despite him whining in your ear about how he was going to be late, watching you with soft eyes as you “fix” his collar for the millionth time.

now, here’s the part where he may have messed up. after he took notice of your aggressive arousal — plus the advice the doctor gave him on the down low — he made sure to no longer kiss you on the lips in your current state, and instead, opted for your cheek. when you hand him his lunch, he leans himself down to your height, lips puckered to plant a chaste peck on your soft skin.

though, what he didn’t expect was for you outmaneuver him, slapping both hands on the sides of his head, tugging him close to the point that he stumbles as you begin to utterly ravish his mouth.

“mff—!”, satoru sputters in protest against your lips, eyes wide in surprise. his lunch slips from his hand, falling to the ground with a thud. shaky hands hover over your waist, your protruding stomach pressing against his hard abdomen as move against him as sensually as you can.

he doesn’t touch you just yet, but you force him to. gripping his wrists, you bring his hands to palm your round, tender breasts that seemed to swell throughout these past few months. your soft, cherry flavored lips moved against his in desperation, and he finally responds back, moaning into your mouth with just as much fervor, squeezing the plump flush of your soft tits. the whimper you let out to the massage sends a shudder down his spine and goes straight to his cock.

you pull back, and he finds himself chasing after your lips until you plant a firm hand on his chest. his breathing is ragged, pupils dilated as satoru stares down at you through his blindfold. he takes in the sight of your kiss-swollen lips and furrowed brows, certain he appeared just as flustered. before he can utter a word, you gaze up at him through your lashes, a cheeky glint in your eyes that he knows all too well.

“stay.” you pout, and he almost had the willpower left in him to say no—

“please?”

you didn’t have to ask him twice.

[toastcryptid]

[nimcest]

That day you realized you can just beat the shit out of people until they pass out or die.

[introloves]

hey real quick if u voted for trump and ur admitting it on tumblr dot com of all places… i hope you wake up every day with the heaviest weight on ur shoulders and never find peace, if i spoke my mind for what i actually wished for you id be shot on the spot but i truly wish unrest for the rest of your life.

[rainstts]

Holy Sins.ᐟ

after one too many nights having dreams more explicit than he could ever imagine, Nanami finally found the woman who was making him question his faith and purpose

✰ pairing. Priest!Nanami Kento x succubus!reader

✰ warnings. MDNI, fem!reader, corruption kínk, chastity breaking, unprotected sëx, overstimulätion, dirțy talk, praisıng, creampịe, pet names, fem dom, virginitÿ loss (Nanami’s), sēx lessons, oral (male), edgepläy, orgaşm control/denial

✰ word count. 3.6k

✰ A/N. The costume of the day is Fleabag! Happy Halloween!!

It has been weeks since it started. 

Those demonic, explicit dreams with that mysterious woman he had never seen in his life. You. You were making Nanami try hard to stay in control of his body and mind, even in his unconscious state. He had tried to sleep earlier, later, he tried to stay awake only to be taken down by his exhaustion, and there you were again. Even when he slept holding his chaplet bathed in holy water, you were there to take him from his quietness to experience pleasure one more time. 

Nanami would wake up later on, in the middle of the night, body covered in sweat, breathless and forced to take a cold shower with his mind in shambles, trying to forget the things you did to him in his sleep. He had been reading books, praying, trying to find something to keep you away from him, but nothing seemed to work. Not even the words in Latin from his ancient, sacred book. 

You weren’t leaving. You were his succubus.

The angel of doom, who would corrupt and absorb the energy of those who were visited. And Nanami couldn’t help but worry about that too, but it was so hard to think straight when his mind could only remember those sensations he never felt in real life. But you made him want it. Crave it. 

Lost in thoughts, he walked down the empty hallways of his small house at the end of the chapel. It was a stormy night, the rain was still pouring outside with the occasional white glow of a thunder, and all he needed was a cold glass of water to calm his mind and body so he could get back to sleep. But he knew that would be impossible as soon as he stepped in his kitchen and saw you standing there, smiling sweetly, waiting for the man in your see through red dress with nothing underneath.

You looked so… human. Fragile like a marble sculpture, an ethereal glow over your skin, spreading your cherry scent all over the room. He was expecting something more close to the image he had seen in the books, the exaggerated descriptions of disheveled, dark wings and horns, crimson eyes and sharp teeth. 

No. You were different. Beautiful, even when he knew what you were. The curves of your body guiding his gaze when he had no intention to stare. Your eyes called his attention back up, and that goddamn sadistic smile on your lips, knowing too well what memories and images were in his mind now. 

“I thought you would take longer to come in person,” Nanami broke the silence, his eyes focused on your face while he walked closer, his steps determined. “You already know who I am, or do I need to introduce myself?”

“I know everything I need to know about you.” You finally speak, two calculated steps taking you to stand face to face with the man. And moved your hand gently, waiting for a polite handshake. “I’m your succubus.”

“Why… mine?” He asked after silently denying the handshake, putting both hands in the pockets of his sweatpants.

“Well… You started having erotic dreams, and that attracted me here, like a blooming flower to a hummingbird.” You walked around his body in silent steps, circling the man like a predator until you saw the sweat on his back from his recent dream. “It surprised me. A man so pure, chaste, untouched, thinking these kinds of things…”

“You put those things in my mind!” He replied, looking at you over his shoulder, fighting the urge to look down and take in the sight gifted to him.

Clicking your tongue in denial, you felt his body tremble and shiver when your hands touched his waist, almost hugging him from behind, while keeping him close. 

“You know damn well what triggered your profane thoughts, Nanami,” You stated, hands traveling up his torso and back down to his abdomen, moving lower, slowly feeling his muscles. “It wasn’t a coincidence that you dreamt with the pleasures you never felt after your cheating little lamb confessed the unholy things she did with her lover.”

Your voice sounded almost hypnotic, falling on his ears like a damn tease, while Nanami was fighting hard to not let you win that silent conflict, but it was hard. The dream was still too fresh in his mind, and your hands were too close to the waistband of his pants. And, even when he finally felt the courage to hold your hands and forbid you to touch him any further, it wasn’t enough. 

The feeling of your nails on his white skin, moving up to his abdomen and leaving red marks, made him grunt and close his eyes. 

“You thought about it, about her, fantasizing, consumed by the desire to see, to know how it felt. You wanted to touch, to taste,” Your voice was almost a whisper at this point, amidst the rain falling outside. “That desire brought me to you. But the dreams weren’t enough, right?”

Nanami cleared his throat when he felt your hands sneaking under his pants, with his eyes closed he didn’t stop you. The smile on your face only widening now, knowing it was the only piece he was wearing. But when you didn’t touch him any further, he seemed to remember the question you asked, and opened his eyes forcibly, trying to ignore where your hands were.

So close.

“No,” He replied after holding back a groan. “The dreams weren’t enough.”

“That’s right. It wasn’t. Because what you feel, Kento, is too much to be satiated so simply. And that’s why I’m here.”

“I… Can’t.”

“You want to. You called me in your sleep, wanted me in the shower,” Your body was now fully pressed against his, letting him feel the thin fabric of your dress and your body against his skin. “And, deep down, you know only I can fulfill your need.”

Your voice accompanied his breathless moan when your right hand finally touched his aching erection, feeling each other’s warmth. He felt too fascinated by the excitement the touch could provide, his eyes were heavy from the slight pleasure, his hands were closed in fists, fighting with himself to let you touch him more or to pull you away.

“I can’t. I vowed my chastity to my purpose.” He breathed out, the words almost like a mantra, more for himself than for you. It made you smile. 

“Then tell me to stop.” 

Your voice sounds like an order, keeping the firm tone and the soft strokes on his cock, bringing him a slight idea of what you could and wanted to do to him, it makes him shiver and close his eyes again. Pressing your index on his leaking tip, you can feel how he’s already lubricating, the warm, sticky feeling makes you hum in approval.

“I’ll stop if you want. Just say the word.”

With your free hand, you slowly pull down his pants, your right hand now able to move freely back and forth, applying pressure to his warm flesh. He breathed in deep again, eyebrows frowning, lips parting when the desire was stronger, grasping his moans out, the sounds of it echoing in the silent kitchen. 

It all sounds like music to your ears.

“Don’t stop.”

His words were enough to make your grip tighten around him, feeling the man almost freeze under your touch. Slowly, you turned his body to make the priest face you, pushing the man backwards so he could lean on the side counter. Nanami placed both his hands there, keeping himself free for you and avoiding touching your body, unsure of what to do.

His lack of experience was what most attracted you. The idea of taking away his innocence and making him feel everything he forbade himself to feel for all his life was deeply exciting. Every moan and grunt you took from him made you pulse around nothing in a contained need, making it hard for you to control yourself while jerking him off, painfully slow. 

Nanami helped when you started pulling the sweatpants down, passing the fabric off his feet and tossing it aside, at this point, unbothered to show you what you so much wanted to see. His large frame naked for your eyes only, and the huge arousal, almost feeling like a shame to keep all that hidden.

“I want you to tell me how you like it,” You start, increasing the speed of your movements ever so slightly, caressing his red tip with your thumb. You loved how that made his breath hitch. “Don’t forget that I’m here to satisfy you, Kento.” 

As you knelt in front of him, he nodded, even though his mind was already clouded from the pleasure he felt. His breath got caught in his throat as you, without a warning, licked his twitching cock from the base to the tip. He trembled, hands still in tight fists as he held back that sudden, strange need to feel your hair against his fingers, to guide you, even if he didn’t know how.

You noticed the doubt in his movements, and smiled while letting his leaking tip slide into your mouth. You kept eye contact, seeing him close his eyes when his cock hit your throat, deep enough to feel your moan vibrating against his sensitive skin. When he moaned again, Nanami let go of his self-control and moved his hands to your hair, feeling it in between his fingers as he moved his hips just a little, enough to enjoy the feeling of you deep throating him so good. 

“Oh my- T-This is- Good.”

“Do you prefer it this way?” You asked, stroking his length with both hands while catching your breath. 

“It makes me feel sensitive, but…” He cleared his throat, barely believing he was confiding that to you. And while he seemed to try to find words to complete his statement, you welcomed him into your mouth again, tongue moving down to push him further as he went deeper in you. “Feels so good! Oh, God, I-”

And, to his frustration, you pulled out again.

“Relax, Kento. Hold my hair tight, I’ll teach you how to fuck my mouth.”

“B-But- I-”

Soft touches of your hand above his made him tighten his touch, allowing you to move your mouth against him, his insanely hot girth stretching your mouth as it went deeper and deeper, saliva running from the sides of your mouth with each movement, keeping him warm and soaked. Nanami kept his hands in your hair, grabbing a handful when his head fell back from the pleasure as you hummed against his length. 

After increasing that stimulation, you finally started moving your head back and forth, mouth wide open as the sounds of your gagging echoed in the kitchen along with his desperate grunts. Every time he clenched his fist and pulsed in your mouth, you pulled away, not allowing him to reach that dangerous pleasure just yet, edging the poor, desperate man to handle more of your insatiable mouth. 

“Please, please l-let me- I need to c-cum, please!” His voice was low, his whimpers sounding like a prayer as he looked down at you with teary eyes. 

“Not so soon, Kento.” You denied, but continued moving your hand at the same fast pace, pressing tight around his dick, taking more grunts and breathless moans from the man. His body started shaking again as he felt that wave of pleasure building up inside. 

“I’m close- Ngh, please! I’m gonna c-”

His words turned into a whine when you moved your hands away, denying him another orgasm. You stood up, ignoring his pleas and cleaning the sticky mixture of saliva and pre-cum from the corner of your mouth, the sight making his pupils dilate. With lazy movements for him to watch, you slid down the thin sleeves of your dress, the red fabric falling at your feet.

Now, naked, in front of the holy man, you took his hand, switching positions while he was hypnotized, staring at your body, drinking in every curve. You leaned back on the counter, seeing him look up to your eyes, curious. 

“Do you want me to…” Shy, he left his question unfinished, but his hands resting on your waist and his lost gaze staring down at your thighs said enough. 

“I’m wet enough, darling,” Your voice was soft, a lewd smile on your lips when you turned on your back. “Can you see it?”

With both hands on the cold marble counter, you leaned your torso above it, until he could see perfectly well how your glossy cunt called for him. Nanami nodded in silence, too caught up by the heat spreading across his chest, the distraction good enough to allow you to move closer. Moving your hand closer to him, you reached his throbbing cock, rubbing his reddish tip over your pussy, spreading your lubrication on your lower lips. 

“Can I keep going, Nanami?” 

“Y-Yes, please.”

“I love how responsive you are. So obedient.”

“You l-like it? I-”

You moved back, your hip hitting his as his cock slid into your hot, gummy walls. Your moan was soft as you clenched around his girth, Nanami grabbed your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your skin, feeling your soft flesh as his heartbeats increased. The priest was slowly giving into the newfound pleasure, his eyes closed when you watched him over your shoulder, waiting patiently. 

Only when he softened the grip, you continued. Feeling Nanami pulsing deliciously inside when you moved forth, leaving only the tip inside, and back all at once, making him fill you again, spreading your slippery folds around him. Your moans sounded in unison, and you nodded slowly, allowing him to move. 

“Just your hips,” You said it when you noticed his hesitation, and moved your left hand to touch his hip, feeling how his muscles twitched under the amount of feelings. “You can start slow.”

Nanami nodded slowly and obeyed. His movements started reluctant, just like you imagined, the man letting his needs control him and that devilish euphoric pleasure. Slowly, he started pacing up, faster, rougher, harder. Hands on your hips kept you in place as he moaned for you, not minding how promiscuous he sounded. 

He was yours. 

“Ooh! Is- Is it like t-this? Hmph! My- G-god!”

“Fuck, Kento! Just like that, yes, yes!” 

That feeling in your chest only seemed to increase, the pleasure, the sweet pain of his lengthy cock hitting your cervix over and over and over, and so deliciously wet. The obscene sounds of him reaching your right spots so easily echoing along with both of your moans, making you arch your back, supplicating for him to keep going, and going. 

“You’re doing s-so- Fuck! So good, Kento!”

“Am I? F-For you only!” 

Your praise only made him twitch more inside you, while your tight pussy continued milking him, sucking him in, making him go deeper, hit deeper, harder, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your hands gripped his waist. His own hands keep you steady, even when he could feel his strength fading, being taken by the indecent thrill. 

“Mh- I can f-feel you cl-ench-ing! Feels so good!” He stuttered, heavy balls hitting your sensitive, reddish clit, increasing the stimulation. 

“You’re gonna make me cum, Kento,” You stated, hearing his grunts and pleas for you. 

Your right hand touched his, guiding his touch to your clit, showing him how to touch you, even if it was raw, edging mean, his rough fingers doing right to make you moan louder, clench tighter around him, the feeling of the imminent orgasm now uncontrollable. 

“F-Fuck! You love this, don’t you? I know y-you do!”

Nanami closed his eyes, head falling back again without stopping his movements. Hips hitting yours, hands making your clit throb, both of you moaning louder, immoral sounds while diving into a sea of pleasure.

“This, what, priest?” 

You teased, biting your lip when he pressed your clit in a scissor movement with his index and middle finger, making you clench tight around his cock. The feeling made Kento tighten his grip on your hip with his free hand, his hips moving harder against yours in an attempt to fill that pleasure none of you could control. 

“This tw-i-isted pride for m-making me break my- Fuck! My chastity vow!” He can’t control when he whimpers, choked moans leaving his throat as he keeps slamming his hips against you, hitting all the right spots even being a virgin. “Only y-you could ta-a-ke my s-sanity, m-making me- Hgh! Fall on my k-nees- To this desire of my-y flesh. That’s why y-you’re sooo fucking- fuck! wet!”

His deep voice was now replaced with those sweet stunned groans, hoarse, Nanami was unable to form a sentence without moaning, cursing or choking on his words, that deep desire fueling his mind as he slammed his hips against yours, yanking your hips to hit his body. Your moans filled the room as he squirmed, both with mouth half open as he pressed his digits harshly against your clit, grasping that high you were reaching and bringing it to you in gradual, heavenly movements. 

You moaned as your cunt clenched around his cock, the tightness and wetness of it only increasing the sinful sounds around you two, as your spasming pussy milked his cock for more. Your overstimulated body rocking back and forth as Nanami continued hissing and groaning, trying to control his own high as he felt your pulse.

But it didn’t. If anything, the way he continued fucking you so mercilessly only made that feeling build up in your core again. 

And fuuuck you couldn’t deny his words. You loved that. The way your body was hot, and your mind was heavy ever since he accepted your touch. Nothing would take away the satisfaction of corrupting a holy man, of being his first cunt to fuck, to hear him cursing under his breath as he felt his heavy balls aching to fill you up. 

“Mhn! Yes!” You finally admitted. “Makes me feel p-powerful, and it’s so good, Kento!”

The priest smiled, even with his body shivering and trembling from the endless pleasure taking over. It was a twisted, perverse feeling to fill his chest, he would be damned giving in to that temptation, but it made him feel in a paradise. A distorted heaven gave to him from a succubus like you.

But there he was, fucking himself into your hot, wet walls, the sticky sounds fueling that fire in both of you. Both sensitive, too close to an orgasm to hold back now. Your pussy tightened around his throbbing cock as he let the pleasure take over. Nanami held your hips with both hands as he fucked you, savoring the sounds of your moans as your cumming cunt sucked him in, reaching another high as he shoved his dick inside you, not stopping when he came.

“Mph! Oh, fuuuck! Fuck!” His guttural moans filled your ears as you felt the hot seed leaking as he continued pumping himself into you, bringing both of you to another overwhelming wave of sensations. 

“Na-nami! Fe-els s-so- Ahgn!” 

Your words died in your throat as he slammed his hips against yours one last time, releasing his last drops deep inside against your cervix. And stayed there, leaning his body against yours as his forehead rested on your back. 

That luxury bliss quieted down as you two could finally relax, and you felt Nanami’s right hand moving.

“Bless me, Father…” Kento started, moving away from your body. 

Hearing those words, you smiled. When he pulled out, your hands moved back to spread your lower lips, letting him see how you were still twitching from the recent pleasure, and how his whitish, warm seed escaped, leaving you dirty and wet, drops falling on his wooden floor. 

Nanami’s breath hitched with the sight, body shivering as the repressed desire was set free. He knew he would have many more dreams about that.

“... For I have sinned.” He finished his statement, closing his eyes. 

The priest only looked back at you when he heard your footsteps in his kitchen, as if you owned the place, finding your dress tossed aside and leaning down to grab it, giving him a last private show of what he had done to you, under your command. 

“You will…” He got lost in his words as he put his sweatpants back on. Kento was unsure of what to ask, or how normal people acted after sex. “You will come back again, won’t you?”

“Is that a question or an invitation?”

Your words made the man roll his eyes and chuckle, shaking his head. 

“A question. Rhetorical, almost.”

“I will come back if you ask for me, if you call me.”

“I don’t think I should.” Nanami cleared his throat, his hands finding its way to his pockets as he felt uneasy with the farewell.

“Don’t feel guilty. That’s just a way of controlling you.” You stated, touching his chin. “I can come back just to talk too, you know?”

“I didn’t… Know that.”

“Well, whenever you need any kind of company on a stormy night, you can call your morally wrong friend. I will listen.”

“Deal.”

✰ A/N. This was a lil rushed so I could post something for Halloween, idk if I like it but hope u enjoyed, sweets

I DO NOT authorize plagiarism of any kind.

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#THE GRUDGE! g. satoru

☆ sum. perhaps screwing your ex-husband while the kids are out trick-or-treating wasn’t the best idea. but with him, the only treat he wants to trick is not in a basket—it’s right between your legs.. boo!

wc. 6.6k

warnings. fem! reader, ex-husband gojo, mentions of (2) kids, unprotected, pwp, mild hatefùcking, kakashi references eheh, gojo's still whipped, filthy dirty talk, prone bone, praise, implied bréeding, cunnīlingus / face sītting, bóob fondling, possessive themes, size kink, overstim, brat taming, fıngering, squırting, petnames.

➤ kinktober mlist

at the gojo’s, you mentally smack yourself as your feet step onto the scream-themed door mat that read ‘step if you dare.’ part of you wished no one would answer the doorbell, part of you solely wished he didn’t answer. it was about seven thirty at night, and with it being saturday, you had the kids for a few days. after that, you’d switch with satoru—your jeering hot headed ex-husband. you decided since you got off early you’d take them trick-or-treating for a bit. but it’s to your utmost ‘surprise’ that satoru opens the door.

“oh! and who are you supposed to be, pretty lady?” he’d hum, digging his hands into his pockets. satoru purposely tilts his head down, getting a good look at you while raising a brow. of course, he always went out for his costumes. this year, he’s wearing some sort of green flak jacket, a mask, and a long sleeve shirt underneath with dark blue pants.

with a grump, you tuck your arms underneath your pits with your purse clinging onto your shoulder. “myself,” and your eyes flicker toward his messy frosted hair that’s spikier than usual. satoru’s got a wide headband that partially droops just below his left eye before you mumble. “who are you even supposed to be.”

“uh, kakashi hatake obviously. the man, the myth, the legend,” and satoru leans back against the front door, pulling out a fake kunai. a hand runs through his hair before he snickers at your unamused expression. tough crowd. “aw, you must be here for the kids, yeah? well, they’re out with nanami ‘n suguru trick-or-treatin’. just some blocks down,” and satoru steps a few feet back once you trod your way inside, mutely cursing yourself that you’d probably have to wait until they got back. as long as they were with nanami and suguru—you didn’t have a problem. satoru shuts the timber wooden-made door behind him before speaking smugly. “oh. sure.. sure, just make yourself right at home, wifey.”

“don’t call me that.”

“just did.”

oh brother.

the moment you stepped foot into your old spacey luxurious townhome satoru had built personally for you and your kids—the memories all came crawling back. the two of you didn’t end off on a bad note—divorces happen, and you both maintained a healthy relationship with the kids. you each agreed to co-parent, you’d get the week and he’d get the weekend - sometimes switching and vice versa.

“excuse the mess,” satoru hums, grabbing your coat. he tosses it over his shoulder before giving you another up down glance. “if i knew you were comin’ over around this hour i’d clean a bit,” and he watches you struggle to keep eye contact. “hey. sweetheart, you’re lookin’ down again.”

with a scoff, you meet his gaze again and fuck, does he look like he’s gotten ever more handsome.

satoru gojo was always attractive—there was no doubt about it.

he was in his mid thirties now, the two of you had settled down after college before having two kids of your own.

again, there wasn’t really a reason for your divorce that was relatively a bad thing. you two just both decided to part ways - but of course, it was lots of unprovoked tension.

from his costume who he said was based off some character named ‘kakashi’ whatever, like always, he dressed the part. every year once the end of october would come around, satoru would wear an outfit just ‘cause. he stood tall, serrated white hair that’s jagged from all angles with the headband hanging off a side of his eye. in the middle part, the symbol was some kind of swirl that was never-ending.

satoru rambled to you that it was something something, hidden leaf—honestly, you tuned out.

he wore the mask part too, covering up a good portion of his face from the nose down and even had the red slanting scar that kakashi had near the left side of his eye that was probably makeup.

“i don’t wanna fight, gojo.”

“hmph. so it’s ‘gojo’ now,” he rolls his eyes, hanging your coat up near the rack. you take a quick peer around the room, seeing a plethora of toys and multicolored legos everywhere. it nearly makes you smile, remembering when satoru stepped on one his youngest daughter’s legos. satoru leans against the glassy kitchen island, watching you take a seat near the crimson-red stool before humming. “and i don’t wanna fight either. in fact, i jus’ wanna talk.”

“so . . talk then,” you murmur, shifting your weight in your feet.

a brief smile creases against both sides of his lips before he grins. “soooo,” and it’s an awkward pause. you eye your ex-husband and he’s got somewhat of a bashful expression. rimy eyes of his dart toward your hand—your fingers specifically before he slyly coos. “i see you’re still wearin’ your wedding ring.”

shit.

he had a point.

after all this time, you still had your ring on. satoru did too—he kept his on all the time, happily flashing it in front of countless numbers of women who’d try to hit on him.

you honestly don’t know why you still held on to it, let alone wear it, and to your surprise—you thought he’d stop wearing his those long seven months ago when the two of you officially split.

you bit the inside of your cheek before letting off a snarky, “shut up.”

satoru nearly snickers before he leans up close to you, only a few inches away. he’s so close that you get a loud wafting whiff of his citrusy cologne.

you remember the exact brand, it wasn’t exactly cheap either. he’d buy at least a dozen whenever the two of you went out shopping together - well, used to..

there’s so much tension between you both that you could cut it with a knife - the tension was thick, and the awkward dull pauses only made it even more intense.

there’s an annoying voice in your brain that’s screaming at you to just screw it - screw him, make up for lost time and just . . . kiss him.

you did want to kiss satoru, and your eyes found themselves glancing toward his pearly pink lips that were almost always naturally glossed.

satoru’s eyes intently lock against yours for a few seconds before he casually brings a thumb up to the corner of your mouth, wiping away a bit of your lip gloss before cooing huskily. he expects you to pull away, but you don’t— in fact, you lean in to his touch. once he notices, the only thing he replies with is a playful curt utter of,

“make me.”

so you do, but . . not in the way he expected.

not that satoru gojo was ever a man to complain though, especially with you.

and that’s when he found himself in quite the lewd predicament. satoru’s laid back against his cushiony padded mattress with you straddling his perfectly sculptured chin. a gloved hand of his grips near your right hip before he strums a thumb down your sopping wet entrance.

glossy - it’s prettier like he’s never seen it, and he can’t help but lick his lips like an animal preparing to feast the second you start to smear yourself against his chin.

“y’knowww baby, when you told me to shut up i didn’t think you meant sitting on my f—mmph,” and you cut him off mid-sentence by softly planting your cunt back on his mouth.

satoru grunts, bringing his free hand to wrap around the other unoccupied corner of your waist. he grunts, dipping his tongue inside before the familiar taste comes crawling back to his spiraling tastebuds. your taste, he missed your sweetness . . almost as much as he missed you.

as you sweetly moan within each dragging second, you glance down at him with hazed blown pupils. shifting your wobbly weight and knees against his face, you start to feel his stubble rub on your skin. it almost tickles - but oh, you weren’t laughing.

his tongue had you doing quite the opposite, really.

“f- fuck,” you huff out, already starting to feel the plunging heaves of your stomach commence. sure, this was probably a bad idea and sure, you and him probably needed to have an actual conversation at some point but now - you didn’t care about words.

you didn’t care about anything, and part of you kind of missed him.

perhaps his tongue was a majority reason of that part, and each time he rummages inside the deep secluded parts of your pussy, you let off cute individual mewling whimpers. satoru’s always been skilled, and he knew just how to please you.

his tongue always knew how to remind you of how much it’s missed its favorite meal.

curl after fucking curl, he’s leisurely spelling out letters and shapes and symbols with his tongue, taking every few seconds to swallow. satoru groans against your slobbering cunt, feeling you briefly thrust up against his nose and he can’t help but smell your tangy glacé coated sex.

it’s pleasantly sweet, and for a moment, scintillating blue eyes meet back up toward you. “h- heh, ‘s this why you really came over? to shut me up ‘n use my fuckin’ mouth, sweetheart?”

“god, you talk t.. too much,” you moan, grabbing a fistful of his hair. in a way - that was true.

satoru was the definition of a blabbermouth.

he’d just talk and talk and talk . . yapping your ear off until you shut him right up in the best (and his personal favorite) way possible - sitting on his pretty face.

a pompous grin stretches across each corner of his lips whilst his jaw’s already dripping due to your slick that paints near the outer crevices of his thin lips. slow, it starts to slowly trickle down his chin in a snail like pace, creating a shimmery coat of gloss that dribbles underneath his slack mandible.

satoru lays his long pointed tongue flat - savoring every single drop before he’s starting to suck against your clit.

“oh! fuck, right there ‘toru, riiiight there,” and he’s just sloppy. the mask part of his costume was pulled down to his neck as he’s using his upper and bottom lip to munch against your sobbing pussy at irregular paced intervals. your legs failed to stay still and you could already feel the carnal slope of your back starting to form an obtuse-like arch. “fuck, fuckin’ spit on it, ‘toru. pleasepleaseee.”

cute.

you’re calling him ‘toru again, and it makes him cockily grin knowing it was his tongue’s doing.

“wifey’s still as nasty as ever,” satoru whispers against your leaky folds, sliding a thin middle finger near your wet entrance. with a loud ‘psh’ you end up gushing out a bit abruptly and you whine loudly. your thighs rapidly snap together as you blink thrice, feeling his swollen lips glue against your pussy. “mmh, still a wet girl too. my wet girl.” and you peek down at satoru who’s the literal epitome of the word smug.

he’s smearing his entire face against your teary slabbering cunt, spitting on it before lapping it right back up again.

you missed his nasty mouth - badly, and it makes your eyes shamelessly roll backwards as you start to frailly rut your rickety hips into his mouth.

satoru brings two willowy fingers toward your slit before sliding the icy jewel rock of his wedding ring against your dribbling cunt.

wet, you were soaked and you let off shivering labored breaths once he starts to toy with your saturated slick entrance.

with widened doe eyes, you meet his esurient-filled gaze and he hums at you. “listen to how damn wet she is,” he huffs, and you moan at the ridiculously drenching sounds of your pussy. he’s playing with you from between your thighs, chin still dripping with insane amounts of your syrupy juices. “mhm, i know, i know,” and you feel the feeble weight of your thighs quiver the second he’s focusing his attention primarily on your cunt now and not you.

all six eyes were fixated between your legs—

satoru strums the pad of his thumb down your drooling slit before gradually rolling his tongue from top-to-fucking-bottom.

he’s nasty, slithering the tip of his tongue everywhere until your toes curl and you’re letting off the cutest shrilling sounds. satoru even starts to spell out ‘m-a-r-r-y m-e’ and as lewd as it was, he’s literally proposing to your pussy. he needed you, and satoru knew the both of you divorcing was nearly inevitable, but he missed you.

he especially missed the way you tasted - so sweet, he could eat you out for hours even with his jaw sore ‘n locked. satoru’s a pussy pleaser, making you draw out sweet cries of more as he slurps you clean, his tongue occasionally sliding toward your puckering hole.

“satoru… ngh,” you whimper, the grip of your hand against his hair getting stronger. you’re basically fucking his face, grinding your slick against his mouth while watching his pretty frosty lashes flap. you’re squelching profusely, and each sloshing slosh of your pussy makes his dick twitch in his pants. “goddd, ‘m gonna cum. make me cum, fuck.”

“let’s see what she thinks,” he purrs, lustrous polished lips flushing into a pearly coat of clear once he licks them. satoru’s entirely pussy drunk, and you shudder once he slowly inserts a lanky middle finger. with a loud ‘pop!’ sound, it dexterously slides itself all the way in, rummaging past the tight ring of your entrance.

fuck, he had such long fingers.

you almost forgot - satoru always joked with you how being ‘the strongest’ came with having six inch fingers and he wasn’t fucking kidding. .

“hm, should my baby cum? does she deserve it?” and your lips curl up into a pout. he’s serious, having an entire conversation with your pussy. you moaned, maintaining a stiff grip on his hair before satoru starts to smear circles against your entrance.

again, you’re just wet. your slickness amused him and satoru can’t help but playfully pat your pretty soddened pussy with the center of his palm once he doesn’t get a reply. the only reply he does get is the cute sloshing sounds that repeated to gush between your poor quivery thighs.

you’re slowing yourself against his mouth as you straddle him, whimpering at the feeling of his thin digit piercing its way inside of you. you’re close, and you could feel yourself glitching and spasming the second the tip of his finger grazes past your g-spot.

already, he’s located it like ‘x’ marks the spot. your jaw was dropped, and you were on the verge of euphoric death.

satoru stretched your cunt out perfectly with just one finger, and sure . . you’ve had your fair shares of intimacy with your husband - ex husband, but fuck did it always feel like the first time.

you couldn’t help but start to drool a bit, weakly rutting your hips against his face as you’re leisurely getting closer toward the brink of your edge.

it’s carnal, you’re stupidly criss-crossed with your eyes flickering back and forth like turning signals before satoru starts to playfully nibble against your cunt again. this time though, he’s adding in another finger and the spongy pressure that’s being played with inside of you earns out a sweet honeyed gasp that sounds like a breathy shriek!

“toru, sato—fuck, ‘m cumming, ‘m gonna cum,” and your words repeated itself over and over. you’re like a broken recurrent record on a looping vinyl. your cunt continues to sloppily rest against his perfect crooked lips the entire time as you’re blissfully coming undone.

satoru’s staring at you the entire time, practically undressing you with his eyes. he grunts, spotting how your perked nipples noticeably prodded through your silvery blouse. “ugh, fuuuck.” and it hits you like a crashing wave that slams its way into shore.

satoru’s still heartily pumping two slender digits in and out of your splashing cunt whilst you gush right on him, weak defeated hips losing its stability.

you were whimpering, tasting your candied orgasm on your tongue—it felt that good to where it’s like you could taste every nerve against your salivated tastebuds.

only satoru could make you cum on his tongue like this. you were speechless - frantically panting as you release your hand from his ghostly white strands. he’s still leaking with your juices from the cranny’s of his lips before he exhales deeply.

“yeaaah, atta girl. lay it on me,” and you moan as he’s still sliding his long tongue in between the sopping folds of your sensitive cunt, gradually pulling out his lengthy digit pillars of fingers. “fuck, y’r so hot when you try ‘ta put me in my place, sweetheart.”

“stop talking,” you pant, getting off of him. satoru raises a pallid brow, and he grows amused once you suddenly push him to lie flat against his back. with a raspy ‘ugh’ he lands back against the velvet-colored pillows, a sly smirk marinating against his complacent features.

like a slut - he merrily manspreads just for you, long legs spread wide apart with a huge bulge sticking out his pants.

he’s still got the shinobi headband on, part of it slumping down his left eye. “oh, what’s this?” he lowly gruffs, eyeing you from head to toe again.

this time though, it’s more sensual. satoru’s taking in every piece of fabric that’s protecting your skin, watching as you slowly undress yourself.

he could feel his boner excruciatingly rubbing against his pants the more he watched. he’s taking in your appetizing presented curves . . so pretty. especially after having two kids - his kids.

“gonna ride me, yeah?” he jibes, continuing once you were now currently left in nothing but a matching set of panties and bra.

coincidentally - the colors matched his exact eye color, and satoru always had a thing for you wearing clothes that matched his eyes. but like always, he just kept on talking. he was too cocky for his own good, and maybe one more fuck was just what you needed. what you both needed.

just . . one . . more,

right?

well, that’s what you told yourself.

but all that went out the window the second you’re aligning yourself on his cock. satoru intakes a sharp three second breath, ogling at your every move. it’s like a game of chess. he’s waiting for you - for your cunt to make it’s move against his throbbing mushroomy tip.

two big hands of his wrap around your waist and he grunts lowly. feeling your slick cunt maneuver itself against his angry reddened tip makes his head slightly toss back in feral rapture.

his tip—it’s got a coral blush, and you let off a moan at feeling his hooked fat plump crownhead try to plummet its way in.

it’s rude, not caring to introduce itself to your cunt but slam its way in instead, asking if your insides remember him.

and it does - it definitely does.

“ohhh fuck,” you sob out a needy moan, your hips eagerly making two solid taut bucks against him.

satoru groans against your ear, swollen sack peeling back as you’re still straddling him. your body, it was in his arms again and he couldn’t help but feel you everywhere.

starting at your hips, he holds them tight, tracing the callused scarred tips of fingers all around the curvature of your body before trailing down toward the juncture of your rear. “god, don’t know how much i missed you ‘n your smart mouth,” and as you let off a surprised gasp, satoru grabs a nice chunk of your ass. “missed this ass just as much.”

“bet you did,” you puff, full lungs already on the verges of collapsing. he’s huge - and barely the tip was in and you could already feel your pussy starting to throw a fit of tantrums. satoru’s girth made him stretch more, and for a second you let off another sweet moan before meeting his gaze.

he’s got a delicious curve to him that always makes your insides twist ‘n churn. it’s a feeling you’ll probably never get used to.

“what’s with the smirk? somethin’ funny?”

“you, baby,” satoru titters, giving you a haughty head nod. you feel your cunt throb as you’re trying to continue to lower yourself down on his cock but the stretch - fuck, pretty soon your poor cunt was about to be met with max fucking capacity.

satoru’s sparkly heavy-lidded eyes linger on you before he cups your chin, swiping a thumb across your wet quavering lips. “all that talk ‘n you still can’t take me. thought i trained my wife’s pussy good,” and with a teasing pout, he shrugs. “guessss not!”

“fuck you.” you moan, mentally groaning the second you felt yourself getting more soaked, just from his words alone.

pathetic - and yet, you wanted more.

satoru clicks his tongue, and with a blink of an eye, he now has you flipped over. you gasp, landing flat on your chest as he’s got your wrists restrained against your back.

satoru rolls his eyes, sprawling out your weak-kneed legs all the way apart to get a good glimpse of your sopping pussy from the back.

god, in his mind - it should have been a crime to be this wet. you’re sopping, pearly translucent molasses of your slick stream down your your pulsing entrance and he grunts.

“fuck you,” he repeats, although he says it cheekily. even though you weren’t even facing him anymore you could almost visibly see the annoying shit-eating grin plastering on his face.

ear to ear, dimples piercing each wry crevice of his mouth—bastard.

your back arches and you moan the second he starts to smack his rotund tip against your pussy. “myyy, what a fuckin’ mess,” and you suck your teeth, feeling satoru’s loud spanks hit louder. each time his fat cockhead thumps itself against your wet outer folds, the vibrations makes you shiver from the waist down.

the tingly tenderness makes your toes immediately curl up once more and your canorous-like moans start to become muffled once you dig your teeth into the edge of a nearby pillow. “still wet after alllll this time like a good messy girl,” he grits. with another smack of his tip, your leg twitches in response. “ooh, she likes that,” and satoru softly spreads your saturated cunt lips apart with two fingers just to see your pulse throb in full filthy action. “fuuck, she’s achin’ for it. look at that pretty ‘lil throb. so cute.”

“are you gonna fuck me or n—”

“listen, honey,” and you moan at the sudden husky drop of his voice. satoru softly wraps a few fingers around your throat, pressing his slim body right against your own. he drops your wrist, watching you sink into the mattress as limp like. he’s so close that you could feel the outline of his abs prod against his shirt.

inching his lips near the shell of your earlobe, he starts to pant. heavy, sinister breath that ends up making you throb ten times harder. “i’m gonna fuck you,” he grunts, feeling your ass cutely try to jerk its way against him. the costume part of his pants were lazily pulled down, reaching the low area of his ankles. with a husky sigh, satoru brings his tip near the dripping entrance of your sloppy doused cunt. “might as well fuck that bratitude out of ya too while ‘m at it,” and you moan once he’s slowly starting to sink his way in.

satoru grabs ahold of your torso, lifting you up slightly to where you’re positioned a certain degree. your ass was raised just a few meters with your face literally smushed against the satiny made bedsheets.

his eyes dart down your body for another time and now, he’s just openly gawking at your exposed skin - your gorgeous physique.

satoru could stare at you all day if he could. “f- fuh—fuck,” you croak, plump lips forming into a hoop-like ‘o’ the moment he’s easing his way inside. there goes his ridiculous girth again, there goes his fat length that never fails to rearrange your clingy needy insides.

your tummy dips from each inch that’s gradually disappearing inside of you like a never before seen magic trick until he’s starting to gruffly groan. satoru’s already breaking a frigidly cold sweat.

it was just him feeling your covetous wet cunt voluntarily swallow him up - squeezing him tightly like a vice until you wring him dry. your pussy’s holding him hostage, and with the tight firm grasp you had against him, you never wanted to let go. “ ‘toruuu, ‘s fuckin’ big.”

“allll for you,” he drags out his words through raspy breathy sentences. chalky white brows of his compress together as he’s starting to feel the brief twinge of pleasure that courses through his beefy clenched thighs. with hooded cunt-drunk eyes, satoru already heard your gargling pussy trying to get more bratty words in. “all. for. you,”

and he punctuated his words just like he punctuated his merciless, sloppy thrusts.

the first thrust was rigid, the second thrust was sensual, the third was damn near powerful. .

you moan loudly, feeling him caress tender circles near the exposed nape of your neck with his thumb as he’s trying to start up a sufficient pace. it took him a moment before he’s fully in, making sure you feel and remember every single inch.

satoru expands through your cunt like a domain.. the more carnal lewd way though.

it makes you shiver, and with his weight pressing into your ass that was your last fucking straw.

satoru’s got you in pronebone - a position like doggy but better, and he’s got his chiseled hips just barely hovering over your ass. with pounds and pounds of skin against skin—each smack against flesh had your mind going for a whirl ride.

you were already surrounded by his sweltering warmth from the inside and the feeling alone was enough to make your mouth water.

heavy airy pants drew out from your full lungs like you were some sort of animal, then again—it’s satoru gojo, and his dick was really just one of a fuckin’ kind..

his cock was heavy, driving through your cunt like it’s been ages, and it kinda has.

with a hypnotic pivot of his askew hips, satoru makes you arch just a bit further. it’s a pretty arch, and he skips a few fingers down your curling spine. he watches you trying to wriggle away but with a cocky, “ah ah. where ya goin'?,” he reels you right back into him. he’s so thick, and he only imagined how pretty you looked with your eyes lulling toward the back of your skull. “aw, don’t get shy on me now, sweetheart,” he purrs lowly, and you moan once he gives your ass a rude spank. “wanna hear my wife’s pretty voice. y’r sloppy pussy’s nice but i wanna—ngh, hear you.”

“ex-wife,” you correct him again, and you know he’s just addressing you as that just to tease you. you start to whimper as his rhythm starts to pick up, ploddingly dragging his keen hips further and further into you. “hnghh. stupid-,” you blurb out another weak squalling whimper, gluey lips starting to stick together.

you almost forgot how mean his dick game was, and satoru definitely knew how to fuck.

he had the type of dick where it’d make you question your life choices—so good, each curve of his hips had you getting more and more stupid.

you’re pronounced cock drunk within milliseconds, and it doesn’t even take you long before your eyes were as wide as saucers, tongue lolled, and your back arches to it’s very limit.

and his stamina . . oh,

it never changed once he aged—he had the stamina of a fucking stallion, and his hips proved the horse power to back it up.

“whaaat’s that?” satoru chirps, adding a bit more pressure around your throat. it’s safe - but you let off a tiny crooning moan once his strokes become deeper. you feel him reach at unimaginable angles, and your eyes start to roll back again.

satoru’s got you right where he wants, in his bed, the bed that used to be shared between you both.

he’s amping up his delirious pace, striking his feral hips into you quicker before groaning against your ear. in a hoarse tone, he licks a stripe down your neck. “such a brat, bet you don’t slut this pretty pussy out for anyone else, huh?”

you moan, feeling him breathe down your neck. cloudy hot puffs of air aerate against your skin before satoru starts to suck against your shoulder. “mmh. maybe i do. ‘s none of your business.”

“oh girl, please,” satoru replies, and his sass was enough to make your thighs quake.

you still couldn’t get used to his size - his fat fucking size of his cock that nearly makes both of your thighs clamp shut.

the shirt part of his costume snags against your skin as he’s still fucking you raw, buried balls fuckin’ deep before satoru starts to slow down.

with a wet ‘plop!’ he grunts, feeling his dick slip right out of you. “fuuck,” and he takes a moment to stare at the sight underneath him.

you, his pretty ex-wife all arched and hunched over.

your pussy’s pitifully drooling for more - sniveling wetly from the sheeny flaps as you clench around air for a few seconds.

a soft needy moan leaves from you, an inaudible noise that’s almost like you’re saying ‘what happened?’

“so . . fuckin’ hot,” satoru groans, re-aligning himself back against your slick-flooded entrance.

he heard your melodic ‘oooh’ leave from your lips as he’s back inside, a content sigh departing from his chest. satoru can’t help but lean himself all the way against you, bringing his hands toward your bouncy tits. “ah, can’t forget about my favorite girls,” and you let off a plethora of whiney whimpers, feeling him drag his thumbs over your sensitive nipples. satoru’s hips start to get sloppy and his cock’s just lazily swerving it’s way through every filthy orifice. “so pretty ‘n plump. . all mine.”

satoru continues to fondle your breasts as he’s ruthlessly pounding into you, swinish hands desperate to feel every part of your round soft tits. he’s moaning against your ear right with you, and satoru’s starting to feel himself steadily reach toward his vulgar demise.

his cock’s rude, repeatedly hitting itself against your precious beloved g-spot. it’s smothering it with a multitude of sloppy kisses with his tip, making sure it savors every wet smooch. “fuck, fuck me,” you moan, lying in a puddle of your own drool that starts to dampen the pillow that rests underneath your chin.

“greedy ‘lil thing,” satoru huffs, and as he’s still playing with your tits, his pumps start to slow down. satoru’s massaging your walls so good that it’s like he’s putting a wicked spell on your pussy.

you could barely even sit up anymore, and he’s holding your hips firmly. “mmhhh, gettin’ me all soaked, baby. should make you lick me right up.”

“how about you stop talking-”

“how about i edge you ‘n let you finish this sloppy pussy yourself, huh?”

radio silence.

you moaned as a response and satoru shakes his head with another smarmy sneer squeezing across both corners of his pink lips.

“uh huh. ‘s what i thought,” and satoru groans the moment he feels himself starting to shrink up from the inside.

his testes were nothing but wrung out, plump and swollen underneath you, pap pap papping against your ass - preparing to be milked full.

the lewd imagery alone makes him grunt, feeling a vein prod down his shaft. satoru’s abs flex through his shirt before he sighs, bringing a kiss near the back of your neck. “hah, tell me where sweetheart. where do you want it, tell me.”

“fuck,” you moan, losing count of each time his pointed tip thrashes itself against the gummy barrier of your cervix.

satoru lowly chortles, panting heavily before making you lie straight down against the bed. “heh, fuck? that’s not a answer, silly.”

“inside, fuckin’ finish inside, ‘toru,” you blurt out, hearing your own voice start to strain.

you’ve been moaning your head off, and your chords were starting to sound like they’ve had just about enough.

“nuh uh, manners sweetheart. don’t act brand new,” he teases, tracing a palm over the curved shape of your perked ass. he was in so deep, you felt the pressure press down on your tummy and it gave birth to an entire school of butterflies. you slip out another moan once satoru’s slowing his impactful thrusts down, still filling you to the brim before bringing his hips to a sudden halt. he’s back up against your ear before he whispers hoarsely, “ ‘pretty pleaseee’, c’mon baby. talk to me nice.”

with a gruttural whine desperately trying to rip out the back of your throat, you grumble out a bratty, “fuck you.”

“hah, you’re a trip, y’know that?” and you gasp, feeling satoru snake a hand in between your thighs.

as he drags it down to where it stops near your stuffed pussy, he starts to rub his open palm against you. you moan, arching ever further as your ass presses into him. “it’s ‘fuck me’ ‘n yet you’re bent over for me, wet for me, sloppy for fuckin’ me,” and you felt yourself starting to throb quicker the more he spoke.

within each filthy sentence, his words drip with more erotic bass in his voice—

it’s sexy, and satoru’s feeling you trying to weakly grind your ass back against him so he could finish. it’s cute, the way how you’re so impatient but such a brat.

the woman he always knew - his wife.

“sato—satoruuu,” you mewl out, another whimper flying past your spit-slick lips. the gradual sounds of skin slapping resound against the walls of the spacious bedroom before it echoes. you moan once his cock stills itself inside - waiting for you, and with a defeated moan, you huff, “fine, pretty please.”

“pretty please what, sweetheart?”

he’s annoying, and yet here you were shamefully pulsating for him, arched over for him and babbling his name over and over again like it’s some repetitive sacred mantra.

with a pouty scoff, you grumble out a subtle,“pretty please . . cum inside, ‘toru. please.”

“atta girl, use those words,” he purrs, and you moan once he gently grabs both of your unsteady hips. satoru braces your body underneath him and he grunts once he focuses back toward his own release. “god, this tummy,” he rasps, and you whimper once you feel his bare hands creep underneath your warm flat body.

satoru’s body remains on top of you - pounding you ruthlessly, and that’s when he softly presses a hand against your stomach. right there, he feels a tiny bulge of himself and it makes him grunt.

you were squeezing around his cock tight, slathering the entirety of his fat cock with your slimy slick before he groans. “mhm, you’d look so pretty plump ‘n round again for me, baby,” and satoru’s starting to feel it. his body - it shakes, damn near erupting as his high’s approaching at a hasty speed. “prettiest fuckin’ mommy. fuck, ‘m gonna give you so much.”

white lashes of his snap shut as he whines into your shoulder, still pumping thick inches into you from behind—skin slapping meanly and resounding off the walls of the room before he groans out a growling, “fuck!” you’re moaning right with him, his heat radiating against your skin. satoru’s strokes were hypnotic, his hips jerk against your ass as you’re barely keeping up. your insides felt churned all the way out as he still had a hand lying on the center of your tummy, drooling at the thought of filling you up again.

when it arrives, it’s quick - it takes him only a few long drawn out seconds before he finally lets go. white brows of his twist together as he’s slowly pumping you full of ribbons ‘n ribbons of cum.

pearly slimy globs shoot into you, and you moan out a content sigh of your own as the muscles in your shoulders relax. “fuuuck,” you breathe, hearing satoru’s groans overshadow your own noises. he’s always been far louder than you, especially whenever he was finishing.

he sounded pretty, angelic almost. satoru’s eyes flicker down toward the mess that’s being made, hearing the sloppy sounds of your pussy gargle and all.

bubbles of ivory colored seed coat the outer folds of your entrance and you felt his warmth.

gristly silky ropes dribble into you all at once, creating a milky white ring that starts to form around his base. he’s missed filling you up like this - so so bad.

satoru nearly slips out a whine as he’s dumping his all into you—casually filling you to the brim, and that’s when his hips starts to get even sloppier.

satoru was a mess, and you’ve literally milked him dry. he watches as your pretty pussy’s all filled and glossed - oozing with such amounts of cum.

a bit of stringy strands started to stick and glue against your thighs like adhesive, and he can’t help but pull out. it’s a squishy lewd ‘pop’ that sounds the second he drags his weighty cock out from between your creamy flaps. “god, look at how pretty she is after a good fillin’,” he huffs, and you’re still catching your breath once satoru flips you over. you’re lying on your back, meeting his gaze.

you’ve never seen him more in love - oh, he was whipped.

he didn’t even have to tell you those known words because his eyes already spoke for him. satoru rubs his leaky white-coated tip against your cunt, smearing his cum all over your entrance before sighing. after he does that, satoru licks his lips and that’s when you watch his head starting to disappear, going lower.

“can’t . . let it go to waste,” he grumbles, and you moan the second you feel the tip of his tongue starting to create a slope up your right thigh.

slowly, he’s lapping up the remnants of his own cum that’s spilling down your skin. you almost forgot just how filthy he was. satoru had no shame, and he even moans once the taste of his own mess meets against his tastebuds. “mmh.”

“s- satoru,” you heave, a hand finding its way through his strands again. his lips were soft, and he then starts to create sloppy kisses. you moan, writhing against the stained sheets before gingerly bringing his head back up.

with a sleazy grin, his eyebrows raise before you finish your sentence, tangled fingers still fishing through his snowy unkempt tresses. “kiss me.”

“heh, that’s my girl,” he hoarsely, gradually closing the distance between you both. he’s been longing to kiss you, to plant his lips against yours. satoru groans in your mouth, feeling your arms wrap around his slim waist.

he starts grinding his hips against yours, his angered reddened tip blushing the more cold air sets against it. you’ve never felt more hot, and you could feel a smirk carve against satoru’s lips as he’s making out with you.

it’s intense - his tongue explores all throughout your mouth, demanding entry as you moan.

satoru’s sweating pinballs, and he presses his forehead against yours. “fuckin’ woman,” he whispers, his voice getting more and more raspy.

you could taste himself on his tongue and so could he.

it was lewd - and yet, he only wanted more. more of you and so much of it..

satoru leans into your touch, sucking on your tongue as pairs of teeth occasionally clash and smash together before that’s when you abruptly pull away.

“h..hey,” he huffs, and he’s entirely flustered. satoru’s got heart eyes in his pupils, and he’s very much whipped. of course though, he tries not to show it by keeping up his smug, arrogant façade. “what’s— ah.”

like earlier, you switch positions and push him lightly to where he lands on his back. pretty soon, you were sure trick-or-treating was gonna be over soon for the kids—satoru mentioned earlier how they were staying out for about maybe two hours.

as you straddle his lap again, finally listening to that annoying voice in your head, you made up your mind.

fuck it.

fuck him - literally.

“lie back.” you murmur, and you watch as satoru grows sheepish. you’re getting under his skin, and your sudden change in demeanor makes him hard for what was probably the umpteenth time of the night.

like a dog – he’s obedient, going manspread again before a groan escapes out of him. your drenched flooded cunt’s hovering over his tip again, and you lean in to pepper chaste kisses near his neck.

“oh, finally gonna ride me now, yeah?” satoru raises a brow, though you could tell how his cockiness was fading. he was sensitive - very.

it was almost painful, and now you were just teasingly grinding the entrance of your cock back ‘n forth against his flaccid length that rests against his tummy. “shit,” he swallows, idly bringing a hand toward your waist. he sees the look in your eyes before dryly chuckling. “f- fine. but this means . . you’ll give me another chance?”

you deadpan, playfully flicking his chest back before humming. “we’ll see.”

“i’ll take it,” satoru pants, trying to flash a smile but he ends up moaning the second you’re starting to align himself against his throbbing tip.

he’s still leaking gleaming white droplets from the sides of his dick, his veiny shaft being decorated with globs and globs of pre. with a guttural groan, satoru’s abs flex through his costume before he grabs your ass, giving your left rear cheek it’s nth spank.

“do your worst fuckin’ then,” satoru stares up at you, a whine desperately trying leave from his lips before he squeezes your ass. as you moan, watching his swollen tip gradually disappear between your sappy folds, gojo sighs.

as your unstable hips try to steady itself against him, you feel satoru rub the front jeweled part of his wedding ring on your sopping cunt one more time right as you prepare to ride him.

“m- make your husband proud, wifey.”

[kamitv]

Saw a pottery video earlier and started thinking about Nanami and how he’d definitely take pottery classes just for fun.

You miraculously attend a class one weekend and meet him there, watching the way his thick fingers dive in and out of the clay over and over and over—secretly wishing that it was your cunt he was sinking those lengthy digits into.

The veins in his hand bulge with every firm press of his fingertips into the moist clay and lord knows your thoughts are everywhere else except for the instructions he’s giving you.

Even when you work on the same item as him and as he guides your noticeably smaller fingers against the steadily molding clay, you can’t keep the erotic thoughts out.

He’d be right there, practically in your ear, hushing out a low, “Juuust like that sweetheart, right there.” In that sexy deep baritone voice of his.

If you weren’t squeezing your legs together before, you damn sure are now.

Hours in and you swore he was doing it on purpose, slipping his smoothly surfaced fingers in between yours and forcing you to curl your digits against the clay as he teased you with his words, “Feel right here? This spot’s important,” You don’t know a damn thing about clay or pottery but you’re pretty sure there’s no reason for him to be speaking like that over some weathered rock.

“Dig in there nice ‘n deep,” Nanami hums right against the shell of your ear. You can feel his hot breath tickling your skin and your lips part to let out an all too lustful breath of air.

Even while he was correcting something you did wrong, your mind was spinning. He’d ease your hands out and whisper yet again, “Not like that, watch me.” Nanami would instruct, tipping his head to the side to find your eyes and watch you watch his hands.

It’s definitely purposeful the way he slides only his middle and ring finger against the wet clay in a downward motion. Then he’s talking again and you’re soaked. “Like this. In and out, sweetheart. Carefully and slowly. Wouldn’t want it to break, would you?” Each word is dripping with a husked tone that makes your legs glue together.

And when he leans in even closer, your breath noticeable hitches. “I’m gonna need an answer from those pretty lips,” He hushes out, voice barely above a whisper.

It’s like it was only you and him in the room—despite there being many other people with their prospective partners or teachers.

Your lips are shaky as they part, “N-No, I-“

“Look at me,” He orders.

Your spine stiffens and your eyes flick up to meet his, only for your lashes to flutter as if to mask the heat that overcomes your flustered expression.

Nanami gives you a kind smile, “There she is. Now, what was that? I couldn’t hear you, you’ll have to speak up a bit for me, pretty girl.”

Your heart clearly wants to jump out of your chest at the intimate eye contact he’s giving you and his gentle words. All as his fingers still dig in and out of the nearby clay. Clearing your throat, you shake your head, “I was s-saying no, I don’t want it to break.”

He nods at your every word and you swear his eyes linger on the outline of your lips far longer than they should be. “Mhm, exactly. Now try again for me.” Nanami requests.

You swallow the lump in your throat and move your hands over to the clay once more. Your entire body feels hot and you pretty much lose your mind when he slides closer to you.

“Careful with the tip, it’s sensitive,” He whispers directly into your ear. Truth be told, he was referring the the edges of what seems to be a small pot forming but, that didn’t matter to you at the moment.

You nod again, “Sorry.”

He hums quietly to acknowledge your little apology and then his hands cup yours again, molding your fingers to almost sensually slide in and out of the forming pot.

Nanami’s lips graze your ear this time and you sigh a little too heavily. “She’ll be set out to dry later but, listen to how wet she is. It’s almost lewd.” He purrs, making your lashes bat at the way he refers to the pot as she instead of an it.

“N-Nanami, I don’t think—“

“Kento,” He corrects, “You can call me Kento.”

You gulp, “Are you-, are we still uhm, talking about pottery?”

The man lets out a low chuckle and he shakes his head, “What else could I be talking about that’s wet and makes lewd noises when you touch it? Hm?”

Oh he’s such a fucking tease.

“N-Nothing, sorry.” Lord knows if you stutter one more time you’re going to lose your damn mind. This is just embarrassing at this point.

“Are you sure?” He presses on, forcing your fingers deeper into the pot ahead. “Because if there’s something else you’d like to talk to me about, I’m all ears.”

Your face is burning. “No. There’s nothing else,” You try to mask your nervousness through words spoken without a stutter but the slight shake in your tone wasn’t helping much.

Nanami hums deeply, the sound vibrating against his throat. “Mmmh, but there is, isn’t there?” He points out, dropping his voice even lower as he moves his lips against your ear again, “Every time I open my mouth, your thighs clench together. Something tells me this soon-to-be pot isn’t the only thing wet right now.”

“I, uhm…” You sigh, “I—“

“It’s okay, I know these sessions can be quite arousing, pretty girl.” Nanami talks to you so quietly and gently, like he’s known what he’s been doing since the start.

“I’m not-, uh,” All you can do is sigh and try to control the constant pulsing in between your legs.

You feel him smile against the shell of your ear before he utters, “Just admit it, you’re soaked.”

How could you not be? Especially when he talks to you like that. “I…”

“Say it for me.” Nanami urges, “I promise I’ll help you after this if you admit it.”

You’ve never admitted to something faster in your life, “O-Okay, fine. Yeah, I am…”

Nanami’s fingers sensually slip against yours, “Good girl.” He hums. You’re so fucked. “See? Was that so hard?” He asks rhetorically, “Now, once we finish with this, I’ll be sure that you do as well.”

All you can do is nod blankly, “Okay…” Then a moment passes as his word truly sink in and you realize what he meant. “Wait, what—“

[fuckmysuguru]

Cherry popping w; — Satoru Gojo!

18+ — drabble! smut, virginity loss, cocky Satoru ♡.

"Take a deep breath," He smirks, his fingers digging into the underside of your thighs. "What a good girl, Imma keep moving, alright?"

Pushing his hips slowly, Satoru bites his lower lip, fighting the urge to just pound you into oblivion, watch your face crack into an expression of pleasure— but he remains paced. He wants to make it special, you gave him the honor to pop your pretty cherry... so he's gonna make it worth your while.

The stretch is way different from his fingers, there's a subtle yet delightful burn the more he slides in, each inch making you grit your teeth and shiver. You underestimated him, thinking you could take him easily with enough prep; that overconfidence appears to be the cherry on top.

"You are making it hard, angel," He groans, his half-lidded blue eyes staring down at you, running his hand up and down your sides. "You are so fucking tight— so warm."

Whimpering at his words, it's not a surprise that running mouth is filthy during sex. Satoru's cock twitches inside you when you clench around him in response, urging him to sneak his free hand between your bodies and rub your clit in slow circles.

"Told ya I was gonna give you the time of your life, pretty girl," He coos at you, this time pushing his hips further, burying himself to the tilt. The way your eyes widen and your body jolts is enough confirmation for him, boosting his already high confidence. "This tight pussy is already perfect for my cock, don't you think? Guess I'll have to get you used to it, though."