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[madamechrissy]

somno with caleb

How could Caleb not wanna lick your pretty little cunt up while you're fast asleep?

It's not like you haven't mentioned it - him coming home so late from his work, sometimes four in the morning and you can't hold your eyes open for him at all. Yet he still held back just a bit - he loves to watch every expression on your pretty face as he drinks you up.

Yet something about you laying here all peaceful, murmuring his name when the bed gently dips underneath his weight. He sighs, tugging down the covers and watching your body tremble, your cunt soaking your slutty little shorts you have on.

All underneath his shirt that you're wearing - his.

You're his.

"All mine, honey," he murmurs, kissing up one of your thighs, lips darting across the smooth expanse of your skin. "Aren't you? Fuck, you're soaked."

Your pussy is just dripping right down when he eases those shorts off carefully, slick dissolving in little strands connecting to the cotton. He moans at the sight of your glistening cunt, leaned down so his head is between your thighs - just where he loves to be.

"Pips," he kisses right over your clit, filthy moan escaping his mouth as your juices flow. He peeks up to see your eyes fluttering, brows drawing together. His tongue swipes a filthy stripe up your slit, hands pressing in to those hips he keeps thinking about breeding.

God maybe Caleb would put a baby inside you tonight.

"Hah, breed you just like this," Caleb murmurs softly, tongue gliding between your puffy folds, your hands involuntarily grip those sheets, bunching up in your hands as Caleb hums against you. "Wanna be full of me so bad, did you miss me?"

"Mnh," your little hum just ruins him further, Caleb starts fucking his long pink tongue in and out of your quivering hole, positively slurping you up. You're trembling in his hold as he drags you further to his face, still blissfully unaware of what he's doing to you.

"Taste so sweet," he missed you this week, jerking off with your panties just doesn't hit the same. He's rutting his fat, leaky cock against the bed as he drinks you down his throat, whimpering softly at the friction.

Caleb wanted to take his time, but he's just too needy. He can't help himself from unzipping his pants, the sound echoing in the quiet room, kneeling just a bit so he can drag his pearly precum on your slit.

"Oh, honey you're already pulsing," he gasps out when you clamp down on his tip, gummy walls gripping so tight. He pauses when you shift underneath him, the rustle of sheets underneath your skin mixing with a filthy squelch of your greedy pussy sucking him right in.

He's easing inch by inch, fat cock bullying your walls that are just a bit lax from your sleep, you shift underneath him as he slowly fills you, shoving up that big shirt you're wearing to look at his bulge moving in and out of your tummy. He exhales at the sight, slowly filling you up and watching your pussy make his cock disappear.

"Look how good you take me, mnh..." Caleb's whispering as he presses a loving little kiss on your temple, one of his hands braced on the side of your pillow, the other cupping your face reverently. "Like you're made for it - you are made for me, hmm? Yeah, that's it, listening even in your sleep."

You're so good for him your thighs spread wider, just enough for him to hook one over his elbow, burying his cock to the hilt inside you. You gasp out when his tip kisses your little puffy cervix, thighs shaking as your lashes flutter. He pauses, smiling lazily when you open your eyes, dazed and dilated.

"Caleb..." You whine out when you realize he's buried his eight thick inches deep in your cunt.

"Your pretty pussy missed me, pips," he teases now, shoving your thighs higher and slamming his cock deep.

"Ah! C-Caleb... ngh!" You're barely conscious, the feeling of his veiny length gliding inside you too much.

"You missed me so much, didn't you?" You swallow and nod, seeing his violet, sunset gaze devouring you, his slightly chapped lips currently coated in what looks like your slick. "say it f'me, honey."

"I m-missed you, ah! S'much ... please! Close, close..."

"I'll give you anything honey," he whispers, all devoted with his soft brown locks falling over a brow, a little gleam of sweat breaking out on his chest and dripping down you while he folds you in half underneath him. "I'll fill you up over and over, hah - you want that, don't you?"

Your answer is a desperate nod, a gasp as his loud thrusts fill the room, the smacking of that sharp pelvis against the backs of your thighs, pummeling your needy cunt until you're about to shatter. "Please..."

"Fill you up with so many loads of my cum, you deserve it - being such a good girl," he whispers, lost in you - your scent, your taste on his tongue, how your thighs give underneath his fingertips. "Go ahead, cum f'me honey - I can tell you're close."

It only takes a couple sharp thrusts to have you squirting down his cock, legs trembling violently even as he holds you there, pinning you underneath his weight.

He's laughing just a bit as you struggle to come down, still full of him. "Squirting like that - did you listen, about not touching yourself while i'm away?"

You nod, throat dry, you hadn't at all even though you were soaking wet thinking of his return. He smirks just a bit, that sweet boy next door look was an entire facade for just how much of a freak Caleb truly was. "I listened - ah!"

"Good girl," he whispers, wrapping his arms around your head so you're buried against his chest, he's so broad he makes you feel small, fucking into your now messy hole even faster. "I'll give you so much you'll go back to sleep - hah, and then I'll keep going. I'll pump even more inside you while you rest, you deserve all of it."

****

caleb has me in a chokehold </3

[lilikoiyu]

gojo is addicted to filming you while fucking !

gojo satoru is addicted to filming you.

it started innocently enough—or as innocent as anything ever is with him. one lazy sunday morning when you were still half-asleep and riding him slow, he grabbed his phone from the nightstand with that mischievous grin and whispered, “just one video, baby. for my eyes only. i wanna watch how pretty you look when you come on my cock.”

you said yes.

now it’s become a ritual.

every time he fucks you, the phone comes out. sometimes he sets it up on the tripod in the corner of the bedroom so it captures everything in wide angle. sometimes he holds it himself, filming close-ups of his thick cock stretching your pussy open, the way your tits bounce with every thrust, the messy slick coating his shaft when he pulls out just to push back in deeper.

he loves the sounds most of all.

“listen to that,” he’ll groan, angling the camera down between your bodies so the microphone catches the wet, filthy squelch every time he bottoms out. “hear how sloppy your pussy gets for me? fuck, baby, you’re dripping down my balls.”

he always makes sure to get your face too—the way your eyes roll back, the way your mouth falls open when he hits that spot inside you, the broken moans and whimpers of his name that spill out when you’re close.

“say it louder,” he’ll demand, voice rough as he fucks you harder, free hand gripping your thigh to spread you wider for the camera. “tell the camera who’s making you feel this good. who owns this tight little cunt.”

you always give in. “you do, satoru—fuck—only you—”

he saves every single video.

they’re stored in a heavily encrypted folder on his phone titled “private collection🤍” with a little heart emoji he thinks is subtle. there are dozens now. some are short clips of you sucking him off in the back of the car after a mission. some are long, hour-long tapes where he edges you for ages before finally letting you come. there’s even one from the time he fucked you against the floor-to-ceiling window in his penthouse while the city lights glittered behind you.

he watches them when you’re away.

when you’re on a solo mission, or visiting family, or just busy with work that keeps you late. he’ll lock himself in his bedroom, pull up the folder, and pick one at random. sometimes it’s the one where you’re riding him reverse cowgirl, ass bouncing as you take every inch. sometimes it’s the one where he has you folded in half, legs over his shoulders, pounding you so deep the camera catches the bulge in your lower belly.

he strokes himself slow at first, matching the rhythm on the screen, groaning your name under his breath. “fuck, look at you… taking me so well even when i’m not there.”

his hand speeds up as the video gets filthier. he loves the parts where you beg—when you’re crying and whimpering “please, satoru, fill me up, i need your cum.” he always comes hard to those, thick ropes spilling over his fist while he watches himself breed you on the screen.

after he finishes, he doesn’t delete anything. he just saves the new load of cum on his fingers and sends you a quick text:

“miss you. watched our video from last thursday. you looked so pretty crying on my cock. can’t wait to make a new one when you get home.”

you always reply with something flustered and needy, and he grins like an idiot, already planning the next tape.

sometimes he gets bold.

he’ll send you short clips while you’re at work—a ten-second snippet of him thrusting into you from behind, his hand fisting your hair, the sound of skin slapping skin loud and clear. the message always comes with the same caption:

“thinking about you. hurry home so we can film the sequel.”

he never pressures you to let him post them or share them. these videos are strictly for him—his private collection, his dirty little secret. he watches them when he’s stressed after a long day, when he’s horny and you’re not around, when he just wants to relive how perfect you feel wrapped around him.

and every time he films a new one, he makes sure to whisper against your lips right before he starts recording:

“smile for the camera, baby. gonna watch this one later when i’m all alone and missing this tight pussy.”

then he fucks you like he’s trying to make sure the next video is even better than the last.

because gojo satoru doesn’t just love fucking you.

he loves keeping every single moment of it forever.

so he can watch you fall apart for him again and again.

even when you’re not there.

[incelz]

old enough

there's a hot dilf living nearby.

neighbor!dilf!sukuna x female!reader wc. 5.5k cw/tw. explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, deep penetration, fingering, creampie, overstimulation, hair pulling & choking, size difference, nipple play, tits sucking, biting, teasing, edging, praise, light voyeurism, age gap, daddy kink, breeding kink, shameless smut 18+ mdni

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“Darling, could you please make use of yourself and give this to the neighbor?”

Your mother shoves a plate full of watermelon slices into your hands before you can even complain. You blink at it—the juicy red chunks glistening under the afternoon sun—then glance up at her. She’s already turning away, wiping her hands on her apron.

“Ugh. Mom, seriously?”

She doesn’t even turn around, just waves a dismissive hand over her shoulder.

“Go now before they lose their crunch.”

Ever since you came home for summer break, your parents haven’t shut up about the five-year-old kid living next door. Baby Haru, as they call him. While you’ve never actually seen the kid, you've heard enough to know your parents have already mentally adopted him.

You let out a heavy sigh while adjusting the straps of the bikini top under your thin sundress. The backyard’s still too hot for sunbathing anyway, so you trudge through the house and out the front door.

The sun is relentless with its heat pressing down on your bare shoulders. The neighbor’s house looks very much the same as yours, just with a slightly messier lawn and a small bike tipped over near the porch. You shift the plate to your right hand so you can ring the doorbell.

The seconds stretch. You’re about to ring it again when the door swings open.

And holy shit.

The man standing there is—well, he’s not what you expected at all.

He’s towering over you, broad-shouldered, with two horizontal line tattoos peeking out from under the sleeves of his black t-shirt. His hair is short, a pink-red like faded cotton candy, and his eyes—red and sharp—lock onto you with an intensity that makes your throat go dry.

You suddenly forget how to speak.

He raises an eyebrow. “Yeah?”

You clear your throat, now hyperaware of how short your sundress is and the fact that you’re only wearing a string two-piece underneath it.

“Oh! My mom sent me—I live next door. And, uh, these are for Haru,” you thrust the plate toward him. “Are you his brother?”

A slow smirk curls at the corner of his mouth, and you feel your face heat up instantly. His voice is deep and rough when he answers, “His father.”

Your brain short-circuits. Because, what?

You imagined the father to be some tired middle-aged dude with a beer belly and thinning hair, not a man who looks like he could pick you up with one hand and pin you against the nearest wall without breaking a sweat.

He takes the plate from your hand, his fingers brushing yours. “Thanks. Kid’s still sleeping, so…” His voice trails off, but he doesn’t move to shut the door.

He just stands there, watching you with those unsettling red eyes. Then he slightly tilts his head after noticing how your mouth twitches like you still have something to say. The silence stretches heavy until you blurt out the first dumb thing that comes to mind. 

“You look, uh—really young for a dad.”

The smirk returns slower this time, as if he’s savoring your awkwardness.

“Old enough, actually,” he says, his voice dripping with something that feels like a challenge.

His gaze drags down your body, lingering on your bare legs before flicking back up. You swallow hard, fingers twitching at your sides like you don’t know what to do with them now that the plate is gone.

“O-Okay, well, enjoy the fruit!” you stammer, gesturing vaguely at the plate in his hands before taking a clumsy step back.

You spin on your heel so fast you nearly trip over your own feet. The weight of his stare burns on the back of your head the whole way across the lawn. Back inside your house, you slam the door a little harder than necessary, immediately pressing your back against it. Your heart is hammering so loud against your ribs like it’s trying to escape. You press the heels of your hands against your cheeks—hot to the touch—and groan.

Your mother’s voice floats from the kitchen. “Did they like the watermelons?”

“Yeah,” you mutter, peeling yourself off the door. “Loved it.”

You spend the rest of the afternoon sunbathing while pretending not to replay that encounter in your head, but it’s useless. You’re sprawled belly-down on your towel, propped up on your elbows with a book splayed open in front of you. The same paragraph has blurred in and out of focus for the past twenty minutes, your brain too busy replaying the way his calloused fingers felt against yours.

Sukuna—the name your mother had offhandedly mentioned earlier—is so fucking hot. He and his son have been next door for three months, and you’ve been home for a while now, yet somehow you’d managed to miss him.

With a hot single dad neighbor, looks like your summer is far from being over.

The next afternoon, you’re halfway through reapplying sunscreen when your mom calls from inside the house. You groan before walking back inside. You catch your mother with her phone pressed to her ear.

“Sweetheart, Sukuna just called and he’s got an emergency at work and he needs someone to watch Baby Haru for a few hours. Can you?”

“Why don’t you and Dad do it?”

“Because we are going out to grab something.”

You roll your eyes. “Fine.”

Ten minutes later, you’re standing at the neighbor’s door again. This time in denim cutoff shorts and a tank top.

Sukuna answers before you can even knock, already shrugging on a jacket while Haru—tiny, messy-haired, and clutching a stuffed dinosaur—peeks out from behind his legs.

“He’s fed. But if he gets hungry, jus’ feed him anything that he asks for,” Sukuna says, handing you his house key. His eyes slowly rake over you and your fingers tighten around the key. “You sure you can handle him?”

You tilt your chin up. “I babysat all through high school.”

Sukuna huffs a laugh and then he’s gone, the rumble of his motorcycle engine fading down the street.

You look down to Haru, who is looking at you with the most doll-eye looking set of red eyes you’ve ever seen. He has pink hair just like Sukuna, except ruffled and messy.

He tugs your hand immediately.

“Wanna see my room?”

It turns out babysitting him is mostly building block towers and pretending to be eaten by his dinosaur toys. Haru’s a really sweet kid, chatty and bright. By the time Sukuna’s bike pulls back into the driveway, you’re sprawled on the living room surrounded by toys.

The front door swings open and Sukuna steps inside. His gaze lands on you first, on the sliver of skin showing from when your tank top rode up, before flicking to Haru.

“Dada!”

“Hey, little guy,” he mumbles, tossing his keys onto the counter. He turns to you. “Did he give you trouble?”

You laugh, gently prying Haru’s fingers from your hair.

“Haru? Oh, no—nope. He’s great.”

Sukuna hums while shrugging off his jacket then tossing it over the couch. His fingers hook on the neckline of his white t-shirt, peeling it off in one smooth motion. The fabric lifts, revealing taut muscle and dark ink lines carved into his sunkissed skin.

Two segmented curve marks frame his chest and two bold line cuts vertically across his abdomen. His biceps flex as he stretches, the twin tattoos there flexing with them, and the black circles on his shoulders—dots centered like targets—draw your gaze upward. His body is unfairly sculpted for a man his age, all hard planes and coiled strength.

His jeans hang dangerously low on his hips as he disappears down the hallway, the sharp V-line abs cutting a path through your thoughts. You watch the flex of his lower back until he turns a corner and vanishes from your sight.

Haru tugs at the hem of your top, completely oblivious to your internal crisis, but you barely register it. You’re too busy swallowing around the sudden dryness in your throat.

Sukuna returns in a fresh white tank top that clings to him like a second skin. The thin fabric is now doing nothing to hide the thick lines on his biceps or the way his chest strains against the material.

Haru tugs even harder, whining about showing you his favorite toy, but your eyes are glued to Sukuna as he strides back into the room. His tank top rides up when he bends to scoop Haru into his arms.

“Thanks for watching him,” Sukuna says. “I think he likes you.”

You shrug, trying to play it cool. “He’s easy to like, too.”

Sukuna’s gaze lingers on you a second too long.

“You should stay for dinner.”

The words roll off his tongue like an afterthought. Haru wriggles in his arms, whining about mac and cheese, and Sukuna adjusts his grip without breaking eye contact with you.

You should really say no.

You should go home, change out of these shorts that suddenly feel too tight, and pretend like the sight of Sukuna’s bare torso didn’t just sear itself into the back of your eyelids.

“Sure. If it’s no trouble.”

Haru cheers, wiggling out of his father’s grip to sprint toward the kitchen. You follow him, hyperaware of Sukuna’s presence behind you—the heat of him.

The kitchen is warmer than the rest of the house, filled with the faint hum of the fridge and the clatter of pots being dragged across the stove.

You help Haru get onto one of the bar chairs.

“My Dada makes creamy mac and cheese!” He informs you very seriously, as if it’s classified information.

Sukuna snorts. “Don’t expose my secret like that.”

You lean against the kitchen island, arms folding loosely beneath your chest as you watch him move around the kitchen. He doesn’t rush but instead, he moves with lazy efficiency.

The white tank top stretches across his back when he reaches up to grab a box from the cabinet. The fabric lifts slightly, revealing the strip of tan skin above his jeans waistband. Your eyes snag there before you can stop them.

“You always stare that obviously?” he asks without turning around.

Your stomach drops.

“I’m not staring.”

He glances over his shoulder, then raises a brow. “Uh-huh.”

Heat crawls up your neck. You push off the kitchen island, sitting on the empty bar stool beside Haru instead.

“So, how old are you again?” Sukuna asks while stirring the noodles. The steam from the pot curls around his forearms.

You glance up from where you’re helping Haru scribble on his drawing book. 

“Twenty-two.”

Sukuna hums low. “College kid, then?”

“Yep. I’m just home for summer break.”

Haru nudges at you, completely uninterested in the adult small talk between you and Sukuna. “Draw me a dragon, please!”

You oblige, sketching a crude creature with too many teeth while Sukuna finishes cooking. The scent of butter and cheese fills the kitchen, thick and delicious. Out of the corner of your eye, you catch Sukuna watching you—his gaze heavy and lingering on the way your fingers move over the paper. When you glance up, he doesn’t look away.

Dinner is then served. Haru is practically vibrating in his seat as Sukuna slides a steaming bowl of mac and cheese in front of him. The kid digs in immediately, barely waiting for it to cool. You take smaller bites, extremely aware of the way Sukuna leans against the island instead of sitting, arms crossed over his chest as he watches you both eat.

“Good?” he asks, though his eyes are locked on your mouth when you nod.

“Mhm…” You lick a stray fleck of cheese from your bottom lip. You see his jaw tighten. “Reaaally good.”

As you eat, Haru chatters between bites about dragons and dinosaurs, blissfully unaware of the thickening tension between you and his father.

When the dishes are cleared—Sukuna insists on washing—Haru tugs at your hands again.

“Can we please watch a movie?”

You glance at Sukuna who only shrugs.

“Your call, kiddo,” he says while drying his hands on a towel.

Now, you’re wedged between Haru and Sukuna on the couch while some animated movie is playing on the large TV.

Haru’s already half-asleep against your side. You try to shift carefully, as to not to wake him, and your thigh brushes against Sukuna’s. The contact sends a jolt up your spine—his leg is warm beneath the fabric of his jeans.

He doesn’t move away.

The credits roll by the time Haru’s fully asleep. His soft snores puffing against your arm. You try to lift him, but Sukuna’s already reaching over you. His arm nearly brushes your breasts as he scoops the boy up effortlessly.

“I got him,” he murmurs. He’s so close you can smell the faint musk of his cologne mixed with something smokier.

You watch him carry Haru down the hall, his back flexing under the thin fabric of his shirt.

When he returns, the living room feels suddenly smaller. He doesn’t sit back down—just stands there, staring at you with that unreadable red gaze.

“You should head home,” he says, but his voice is rough.

You don’t move. “It’s still early.”

Sukuna exhales deeply, fingers flexing at his sides before he steps closer. His hand lands on the back of the couch, caging you in.

“You’re playin’ with fire, kid.”

You tilt your head up to meet his dead-on gaze.

“I’m not a kid.”

His smirk creeps slow. “No?” His free hand brushes your jaw, his calloused fingers rough on your skin. “Prove it, then.”

You don’t hesitate. Your hand instantly fists the front of his tank top, yanking him down until his mouth crashes into yours. He groans, the sound vibrating through your chest as his hands grip your hips. His tongue is hot and demanding, and you gasp when his teeth catch your bottom lip.

One of his hands slides up your thigh, fingers digging into bare skin where your denim shorts ride up.

“Fuck,” he mutters against your mouth, “you’ve been drivin’ me crazy since I first saw you.”

You let out a whimper when his thumb teasingly brushes the crotch of your shorts. 

Then, there’s a creak down the hall.

Sukuna pulls back instantly, chest heaving. Haru’s sleepy voice calls out, “Dada?”

He exhales sharply, his forehead dropping to yours for a fleeting second before he straightens.

“Go home,” he says, voice strained. “Before I ruin you.”

You’re still breathless when you slip out of the front door, the taste of him lingering on your lips. The night air does little to cool the heat prickling under your skin. You practically sprint across the lawn, your pulse hammering in your ears loud enough that you barely hear the cicadas buzzing in the trees.

The next day, you wake up feeling hot and tangled in your sheets with the memory of Sukuna’s hands on you playing on loop.

You groan, pressing your face into your pillow. “I am so fucked.”

The afternoon sun beats down mercilessly, the kind of heat that makes the smooth pavement shimmer. You peel off your sundress, letting it drop by the edge of the pool, leaving you in your skimpy bikini. The water glitters invitingly, and you dive in without hesitation. The cool shock of it steals your breath for a second before you resurface to brush your hair up.

You don’t notice the shadow in the second floor window of the house next door.

Sukuna is leaning against the window frame with his arms crossed, intently watching as you glide through the water with lazy strokes. His fingers tap absently against his bicep.

The angle is so perfect—the white slats of the fence do nothing to obscure the view of your back arching as you flip onto the lemon-shaped float.

Haru’s voice drifts downstairs, muffled. “Dada! I can’t find Mr. Scales!”

Sukuna doesn’t move.

“Check under the couch,” he calls back, his voice low. His eyes stay fixed on you as you sink back into the water.

You’re completely oblivious to the fact that he’s watching you. Always been, actually, since you came home weeks ago.

The first time he saw you, it’s not during one of your sunbathing shows. It started when you were lounging on the hammock under the big oak tree in your backyard. There’s a book propped open between your thighs. Your leg is dangling off the edge to push yourself into a slow rocking motion. Your sundress—some flimsy, pale yellow thing—has ridden up past your thighs, revealing the smooth expanse of your skin beneath. His fingers still on the windowsill when you drag your fingertips absently along your thighs, tracing invisible patterns as you read.

Days later, he catches you again—this time in a bikini so small he’s surprised it’s legal. You’re stretched out on a towel with your ass in the air as you flip through a magazine. You wiggle your hips slightly to adjust your position, and he nearly cracks the mug in his hand.

By the time you knock on his door with that plate of watermelon slices, he’s already mapped up every inch of skin you’ve bared to the sun.

You tilt your head back to soak up the sun, water sluicing on your neck down between your breasts. Your fingers trail along the surface of the water, trying to make ripples.

“Dada!” Haru’s tiny fists pound against the bedroom door.

Sukuna exhales sharply before pushing away from the window just as you climb out of the pool. He catches one last glimpse of you wringing out your hair before he yanks the door open.

Haru blinks up at him, his dragon stuffy in his arms. “Found him!”

Sukuna ruffles his hair, forcing his voice to ever sound so steady.

“Good. Wanna help me make lunch?”

You’re halfway through a pint of ice cream when your phone buzzes—your mother’s name flashing on the screen. You scoop another spoonful into your mouth before answering, muffled by the mint chocolate chip. 

“Yeah?”

“Sukuna just called,” she says, and you nearly choke. “Baby Haru won’t stop asking about you. Apparently, you made quite the impression.” There’s a pause. “Go over there.”

You splutter, ice cream dripping onto your lap. “What—now? Mom, it’s like, seven PM. Where are you and Dad, anyway?”

The line clicks dead.

You stare at your phone screen with a scoff, then down at your pajama shorts and the melted ice cream.

Fantastic.

Minutes later, you’re standing on Sukuna’s porch again. This time, in tight leggings and a hanging crop top. The door swings open before you can even ring the doorbell.

Sukuna leans against the frame, one eyebrow arched.

“Took you long enough.”

You scoff, pushing past him into the house. “I was busy.”

“Oh, yeah?” His voice drops, rough against your ear as you pass. “Doin’ what?”

The air between you crackles—there’s a stupid, dizzying tension that makes your skin prickle. You ignore him, heading straight for the living room where Haru’s sprawled on the floor with crayons scattered around him.

“Hey, kiddo,” you greet him, dropping onto the carpet just beside him. “What’re we drawing?”

“Dinosaurs eating dragons!” he announces, showing a green crayon into your hand.

Sukuna watches from the doorway. His gaze burns into the back of your neck, but you refuse to turn around.

Haru leans closer to you and whispers, “Dada says you’re pretty.”

“Really? When did he say that?”

“When you were in the pool earlier.”

Your face heats up. When I was in the pool?

Sukuna clears his throat sharply. “Bedtime, Haru.”

“What? No!” Haru immediately whines, clinging his arm to yours. “She just got here!”

“Now.” There’s no room for argument in Sukuna’s tone. “Say good night.”

You bite your lip while helping Haru gather his crayons.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, ‘kay?”

Haru pouts but lets Sukuna scoop him up, tiny arms looping around his neck. As they disappear down the hall, you hear Haru whisper, “Is she gonna be my new mom?”

Sukuna’s answer is too low to catch, but the thought alone makes you feel tense. You busy yourself with picking up stray crayons and markers.

When Sukuna returns exactly ten minutes later, the house is now too quiet. He stops behind you, close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off him.

“He’s sleeping now.”

You turn slowly, tilting your head up. “Liar. You just put him down.”

Your breath hitches when he steps closer, backing you against the couch. His hands settle on your waist, pressing into bare skin where your crop top rides up.

“You’re such a tease, you know?” he whispers. “You’ve been teasing me all day—swimmin’ in that tiny fucking bikini.”

“You’ve been watching me?”

Sukuna hums before hauling you toward him. His mouth crashes into yours, teeth and tongue and hot. You gasp when his hands slide under your thighs, lifting you effortlessly onto the couch. His hips slot between your legs, the hard press of him drawing a whimper from your throat.

“Fuck,” he grits out, almost biting down your neck. “Wanted this since you first strutted into my house.”

His hands are everywhere. Under your top, his fingers are now dragging over the swell of your breasts, palms scraping against your nipples until you arch into him with a gasp. You claw at his shirt, desperate to feel skin, but he catches your wrists and pins them above your head with one hand. The other slides down your stomach until his fingers hook into the waistband of your leggings.

“You gonna be good for me?” he murmurs, lips brushing the shell of your ear. His voice is so rough-edged. As if he’s barely holding together.

Sukuna exhales sharply when he doesn’t hear your answer. He suddenly lifts you up then hauls you onto his shoulder like a sack of flour. You yelp, hands scrambling against the solid muscle of his back, but he doesn’t falter. He strides through the house, the stairs groaning under his weight as he walks them two at a time.

The bedroom door clicks shut behind you, then he presses the lock. He puts you down on the bed, the mattress swallows you whole. The sheets smell like him, something warm and faintly smoky. You barely have time to catch your breath before Sukuna’s already stripping off his shirt. His hands fumble on his belt next, the buckle clinking as he slide it free.

You prop yourself up on your elbows and he’s on you before you can speak—one knee sinking into the mattress beside your thighs as he fists the hem of your crop top.

“Take ‘em off.”

You scramble to take your clothes off but when it’s your leggings and panties you’re pulling down, Sukuna helps you by yanking it down in one swift motion. He tosses it somewhere on the floor. You don’t even care at this point.

His fingers immediately press into the inside of your thighs, spreading you open.

“D’you like fucking old men?” His voice is rough, the words curling around your skin like smoke. His thumb brushes your slick folds. “Or is it just single dads that get you wet?”

You gasp when he presses two fingers inside without warning. “Fuck-”

“Answer me.” His fingers curl, dragging against your walls in a way that makes your toes curl.

You choke out a laugh. “You’re not really that old.”

Sukuna grins. “Nah. I’m old enough.” His fingers pull out only to slide back in, deeper this time, his thumb rolls on your clit along every thrust. “Old enough to know exactly how to ruin you.”

You whine while arching into his touch, but he slows teasingly until you’re panting and writhing beneath him.

“You like single dads to fuck you so bad?” His other hand grips your jaw to force you to look at him. “Like the idea of me bending you over while my kid’s asleep downstairs, huh?”

The thought sends a bolt of heat to your stomach. You nod frantically and Sukuna laughs darkly.

“Thought so.”

His fingers vanish, replaced by the thick head of his cock dragging through the lips of your pussy. The rub of him is agonizing—just the tip and his length with the barest hint of pressure. He’s big, thick, and veiny, you can feel it throbbing. You whine, hips bucking up to chase the sensation but Sukuna only pins you down with a hand on your hips.

“Patience, princess,” he whispers. He circles your clit with the tip of his cock. “You wanna come already? That fast?”

You bite your lip so hard that you taste copper. “Stop teasing, please.”

He laughs low and low, the sound almost vibrating through your chest. His fingers dig into your thighs, spreading you wider as he drags himself through your folds again. The friction burns in the best way but it’s not enough—never enough.

“You gotta beg for it.”

You reach out for his cock but he swats your hand away.

“Nah-ah. Use your words.” His teeth graze your ear. “Tell me what you want.”

You groan in frustration as your arousal twists in your gut. “Fuck me. Please—just put it in.”

He hums as if considering but he doesn’t move. Instead, he presses the tip against your entrance, letting you feel the stretch for a fraction of a second before pulling back once more.

“I know you can ask better than that,” he taunts. “C’mon, princess. You gotta show me how bad you want it.”

You arch off the bed with another frustrated noise, your fingers scrabbling at his shoulders in irritation from all his teasing.

“I swear to god, if you don’t-”

His hand wraps around your throat. “Or what?”

The hint of challenge in his tone only presses the heat in your abdomen more. You gulp against his palm.

“Please,” you whisper. “Please fuck me, Daddy.”

Sukuna’s grip tightens just slightly. “Good girl.”

Finally, he pushes inside, the stretch burning in the best way. You haven’t had sex for a long time now so you can’t help but wince when he enters you. You gasp as he bottoms out in one smooth thrust. He doesn’t immediately move, he lets you adjust to his fullness.

“Shit,” he grits out. “You’re so tight.”

You roll your hips experimentally and Sukuna’s breath hitches. His tightening grip on your throat tells you everything you need to know.

“Move,” you demand.

Sukuna growls, pulling out almost entirely before slamming back in. The force of it knocks the breath from your lungs, your nails raking down his back.

“That’s it,” he groans against your ear. “Take it like a good girl.”

His thrusts are deep and punishing. Each one dragging and ramming against that sweet spot inside you until you’re seeing stars. His hand leaves your throat to grip your thigh, yanking it higher to fuck into you at a new angle.

“You close?” His voice is rough and strained.

You nod frantically, feeling your orgasm coil tight in your stomach. You look down and the sight nearly sends you over the edge. Sukuna’s cock is glistening with your slick. The obscene push and pull of his hips is making your pussy clench around him. The sound is filthy, wet squelch filling the room with every snap of his hips.

His hot mouth finds your hardened nipples and sucks on them. Tongue swirling and teeth grazing just enough to make you arch from the sensation. You tug on his hair as the sharp sting mingles with the delicious stretch of him inside you. He envelops your whole tit in his mouth and bites down.

“Oh… m’god..! Oh my god!” you whimper, your voice cracking as his thrusts become deeper and rougher.

Your fingers twist in the sheets, now knuckles white from the strain of holding on. Sukuna’s grip on your thighs tighten.

“Yeah?” he rasps, his breath hot against your neck. “That’s it, baby—let go.”

He puts a hand on your lower stomach, feeling the bulge of his cock pressing up inside your pussy. The pressure is dizzying that every thrust now comes with the added sensation of his palm pressing down.

You choke out a cry. Your back keeps arching off the bed as pleasure rips through you. “W-Wait! S’too much!”

Sukuna smirks when he looks at your pretty little face while you’re now practically a babbling mess beneath him. He presses a soft kiss on your forehead. The headboard knocks against the wall with his every thrust that would’ve been mortifying if you could form a single coherent thought. But all you can do is gasp and moan while you struggle to hold onto something other than his sweaty arms and shoulders as he fucks you through oblivion.

“Come on, baby,” he grits out. “Squeeeezin’ me so goddamn tight!”

Sukuna leans in, his mouth crashing on yours in a messy and hungry kiss. You whimper into his mouth while looping your arms around his neck to pull him closer. His chest presses flush against yours until there’s no space left between you. The kiss turns filthy as he tongue licks the insides of your mouth as if mapping every inch.

He breaks the kiss with a chuckle. “Needy little thing, aren’t you?”

Without any warning, he suddenly pulls out and flips you on your stomach, the sudden change in position making you yelp. His weight settles over you while he pins you down to the mattress.

“Up,” he commands before giving your ass a sharp slap that echoed in the room.

You scramble to push yourself on your knees. And when you do, Sukuna doesn’t even give you time to adjust. His large hands spread you open, fingers pressing into the soft flesh of your ass. His cock slides in straight away. You bite down on your lip to stifle a moan but he only tells you to be louder.

“I’m so close! I’m so- O-Oh my fucking god! M’so close, Daddy!”

The words barely leave your mouth before Sukuna’s hand fists in your hair, yanking your head back. His breath is ragged against your ear, the slap of skin on skin drowning out the creak of the bedframe.

“D’you want Daddy to knock you up?” he growls in your ear. “Fill your tummy with my babies?”

“Yes! Yesyesyes, please!” 

The words tumble out of your mouth, delirious and raw. Sukuna groans deeper, his hips stuttering as he pistons into you harder. You feel like you’re drooling—which you truly are. Sukuna’s ragged breaths, the creaking of the bed, your pitching moans—everything comes close together.

“I’m gonna-” You choke on the words, thighs trembling as the coil inside you snaps.

Sukuna’s grip on your thighs return, his fingers bruising as he fucks you through it while his rhythm begins to stutter when your walls clamp down around his cock.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he murmurs. “Take it. Take all of it, baby.”

His hips jerk erratically, then he buries himself to the hilt with a groan so deep it vibrates through your spine. Heat floods your insides, his cock pulsing as he spills into you. You moan at the overstimulation but he doesn’t stop—just grinds his hips slowly to work his cum deeper inside your swollen pussy.

When he pulls out, you whine at the sudden emptiness. Sukuna sighs deeply before his fingers spread you open, smearing the oozing cum between your folds.

You breathlessly flop onto your back. Your chest heaves as you collapse onto the mattress, limbs all tired and trembling. Sukuna looms over you as he shows you his fingers slick with his cum mingled with yours.

“Look at that,” he proudly says with such smugness on his face. “All that fucking cream inside you and you’re still dripping.”

You watch as he brings his fingers close to your face. The scent of sex is thick in the air. You dart your tongue out and lick his fingers clean. The taste is both salty and bitter on your tastebuds. You release his fingers with a soft pop.

Sukuna drops beside you with a low groan, the mattress dipping under his weight. He turns his head, red eyes dragging over your wrecked form.

“Fuck,” he rasps as he wipe off the beads of sweat on your forehead. “Look at you.”

You shiver when his fingers trail lower, tracing the bite mark around your areola. His touch is oddly gentle now, a stark contrast to the way he’d just fucked you raw. 

"You good?" he asks, his voice rough like gravel.

You nod, throat too dry to speak.

Sukuna hums, rolling onto his side so he can face you fully. His hand settles possessively on your hip, fingers splayed wide.

"Gon’ be feelin' me tomorrow," he murmurs, dragging a fingertip down the inside of your thigh. "Every time you walk, every time you sit-" 

"Shut up," you mutter, feeling your cheeks burn. 

Sukuna lets out a deep laugh. His fingers trace idle patterns on your hipbone, calloused skin scraping lightly. The aftershocks of your orgasm still hum under your skin, leaving you almost limp and stupidly pliant beneath his touch.

“You’re real pretty when you’re all fucked out,” he whispers, fingers brushing the dip of your waist.

You roll your eyes and turn around away from him. He pulls you closer to him, curling his body against yours. His slow breathing fans across the back of your neck before he presses a long, soft kiss on your shoulder.

“You know, for an old man, your stamina is fucking crazy.”

Sukuna’s arm tightens around your waist, dragging you even closer to him. He huffs against your shoulder.

“This old man could fuck you for days, princess.”

[slvttyplum]

AITA for eating my partner's pussy until she's sobbing? 

that’s what suguru was typing up on his phone while you had him shut out of the bathroom washing up. 

suguru knew he was supposed to feel bad about what he had done, but his heart was beating fast, and his dick was getting harder thinking about it again. 

ten minutes ago, suguru just finished eating your pussy out front and back, it lasted two hours and almost three. when he was satisfied with how much fluid, moans and crying you did, he finally stopped. 

in his defense it wasn’t his intention to go over board with it. he just wanted to taste you before the both of you settled in for bed, but once he started licking and sucking, he just couldn’t stop. 

the sensation and feeling of his tongue running over your wet pussy while you swirled and whined for him to stop while you simultaneously rolled your hips against your face, you acting like you didn’t want it only gave him more reason to keep going. 

he should’ve felt bad for having you squirt on his face multiple times and your pussy juice dripping off his skin but the more he typed on the forum the more he started to feel aroused by the actions that took place earlier. 

he only wanted to give his good girl a reward for being so needy, but you just had to keep rolling those hips of yours and spreading your legs out. 

fuck… the more he wrote, the better he felt about the situation.if anyone else was in his position with a pretty girl pussy deep in his mouth and his tongue exploring regions that shouldn’t be discussed, they too would’ve kept going. 

it was so sexy and hot that tears were rolling down your face while your hands were in his hair and pulling it trying to get him off of you from the overstimulation, that he came in his pants. 

the only defense that he had was the fact that this was a mistake, and he was only supposed to eat you out until you came, but his plans were ruined when your fluid glistened on his chin and your wet pussy tempted his eyes. 

his tongue flicking back and forth while his two fingers worked in and out of you with great speed. you couldn’t be mad at him for this, it’s your fault for having such a pretty pussy that needs to be taken care of. 

don’t make him the villain. he was only helping you with the pleasure that you so desperately craved. seeing you overstimulated and sobbing from the overwhelming sense ecstasy you were getting from him and only him, it turned him on. 

at certain points while deep inside you, his eyes would roll, and he would moan, and the vibrations from his moaning made you cum even more. 

after submitting that into the subreddit, replies came flooding in on how he wasn’t the asshole, and that made him grin. 

giving him even more reason to bust into the bathroom and eat you out again.

[slvttyplum]

OMG I FINALLY FOUND IT. i’ve been looking for this fic for months

[forriku-deactivated20260315]

you love nanami’s beefy biceps so bad so he puts you in a delicious headlock . . .

you’ve always been obsessed with nanami’s biceps.

those thick, veiny arms that strain against his crisp shirts that he wears for work, the way the muscles flex and bulge when he loosens his tie after a long day, or when he pins you down with effortless strength.

you can’t help but drool over them, tracing the hard ridges with your tongue whenever he lets you, begging him to flex just so you can feel the muscle coiled beneath his skin.

he notices, of course. nanami always notices— and tonight, he decides to indulge your little fixation in the filthiest way possible.

he has you face down on the bed, prone and utterly helpless, your smaller body pressed flat beneath his massive frame.

his thick cock stretches your dripping pussy to its limits, slamming into you from behind with brutal, overwhelming thrusts that make your entire body jolt forward.

you’re already a mess, drooling onto the sheets, tears streaming down your flushed cheeks, eyes crossed and rolling back as your brain melts into dumb, fucked out bliss.

your sopping cunt creams messily around him, slick coating his fat shaft and balls, dripping down your thighs in nasty strings every time he pulls back just to pound deeper.

one of his beefy biceps snakes around your neck, pulling you into a tight headlock that makes your head spin. his bicep bulges against your throat, hard and unyielding, a light choke that has you gasping and clenching harder around his pistoning cock.

the size difference is dizzying— he’s so much bigger, towering over your petite frame, manhandling you like you weigh nothing while he rearranges your guts with every rough snap of his hips.

“that’s it, sweetheart” nanami murmurs low against your ear, his voice steady and composed even as he fucks you raw and nasty. “so good for me... you feel so fucking good”

he presses a soft kiss to the top of your head, contrasting the way his cock bullies into your sopping hole, stretching you wide and hitting spots that make stars burst behind your eyelids. “take me just like that. you’re doing so well for me, baby.. creaming all over my cock already. feels good, doesn’t it?”

you sob out a broken, “uh-huh… ahhhnn kentooo, please… ’s too much— mmph!” your words slur, needy and whiny, pussy fluttering wildly as he grinds deep, stirring your insides.

he tightens the headlock just a little, making you lightheaded, your smaller body arching instinctively. “too much? but you’re gripping me so tight, baby. look at you, so pretty for me… you love this, don’t you? love how i’m fucking this pretty little pussy.”

another tender kiss to your temple, his free hand sliding under you to rub rough circles on your swollen clit. “tell me, sweetheart. tell me how it feels when i fuck you like this.”

“f-feels… so good- hnngh! wanna cum.. please kento… make me cum— ahhggnn!” you’re babbling now, completely fucked stupid, body trembling as he rails you harder, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing obscenely.

“good girl,” he praises, voice husky with restraint, though his thrusts turn even more punishing, hips slamming into your ass with enough force to bruise.

“i’m going to fill you up, sweetheart. pump you full until you’re leaking me for days. you want that? want me to breed this tight cunt until it’s overflowing? yeah?”

you can only whine pathetically, nodding against his bulging arm, pussy squirting messily around his thick length as another orgasm crashes through you.

he groans softly, pace turning even more harder, dicking you down into the mattress. so hard and overwhelming until you’re nothing but a sobbing, dumb mess beneath him.

finally, with a deep, controlled thrust, he buries himself to the hilt and floods you- hot thick ropes of cum painting your walls, breeding you just like he promised.

when he slowly releases the hold and eases out, you collapse bonelessly onto the sheets, his thick cum already gushing from your ruined, pulsing hole in messy rivulets.

nanami doesn’t pull away far. he stays pressed against your back, trailing gentle kisses along your shoulder. his cock, still rock hard and slick with your, throbs heavily against the curve of your ass.

he leans down, lips brushing your ear, voice calm and rough. “you feel that, sweetheart? i’m still so hard for you… one time wasn’t enough. can i fuck you again? let me breed you properly, hm?”

nanami looks so good in the new trailer guys !!!

[tojisho]

virgin!gojo living vicariously through your boyfriend geto as he fucks you

satoru knows it’s wrong. well, jerking off is normal, everyone can agree on that… it might just be a little less normal if it’s jerking off to your roommate and his girlfriend.

satoru can feel suguru’s headboard slamming through the shared wall as he fists his hard cock, pounding against the drywall again and again with every rough thrust he imagines suguru giving you.

even worse better, he can hear your sweet moans through the wall, loud and sultry. he pictures your eyes rolled back as you get fucked, drooling and clutching at the sheets while suguru pounds into you, skin plapping together as it meets when he fucks in and out.

“nghh… fuck sugu—fuck!” you cry out, loud. it’s so fucking erotic— the way you moan out and scream. and he mentally replaces sugurus name with his, imagining what you would feel like under him— you fucking him, dating him— not his stupid best friend who actually is the one currently banging you.

were you in missionary, doggy, something crazy he couldn’t imagine because he was still a virgin? the possibilities racked through his mind as he pumps his fists faster, gliding up and down smoothly because it’s coated in creamy pre-cum.

“mmf—hahhh fuckkkk—fuckin’ take it baby.” suguru spits out, breathy and scratchy as the words leave his throat, breathing heavy.

he knows it’s wrong, to wish he was the one fucking his best friends girlfriend, to pump his fist up and down his dick as he listens to you two fuck like animals one room down, it’s pathetic. he knows.

but his brain—well, hand— just goes on autopilot everytime he hears that first moan that slips from your soft lips and bed creak. he can’t help but draw his hand up and down his hard cock and rest his hand against the wall to listen in closer when you squeal out suguru’s name.

satoru’s other hand is tight slapped around his mouth, muffling every moan and groan and he fucks his tightly clasped palm.

thump. thump. thump.

plap. plap. plap.

you’re close. satoru can hear it in your moans as you get whinier and whinier, breaths short and suguru’s name leaves your mouth more often with suguru’s pace running faster, harder, now even satoru’s shelf on the shared wall is quivering with every thrust. and boy if that doesn’t make satoru closer, picturing just how hard suguru’s thrusting into you, how hard he could be thrusting into you in his imaginary world he met you first.

“haa fuck suguuu’—i’m gunna c—fuck fuck fuck!” you drawl out—for the third time this night—voice sounding even more fucked out, raspy and coarse from how much you’ve been squealing all night. how long has it even been? 30 minutes?

“yeah... shit... go on baby. cum on me.” suguru practically grunts out. “can’t do nothin’ but take it.”

satoru cums at that. the imagination of you being stuck under suguru—well in his thought him— and unable to do anything but just take it up your sweet, dripping cunt as you wail out for more. his whole world goes white, so far fucking gone as he spurts thick, creamy cum everywhere. all over his sheets, torso, he can’t even keep track of all the places it lands.

and when you guys fuck the next night, it all happens right over again.

[pillbaby]

choso's a sweetheart. he really is. when you're out, with him, in public, girls will fawn over him—much to your dismay. but, you don't blame them. your boyfriend has a certain look in those big, brown eyes, and paired with those messy pigtails, he's adorable.

naïve, too, to a certain point. half the time, he doesn't even realize he's being flirted with. some woman could be practically drooling on him, complementing his big, strong arms, and he still wouldn't realize. sure, he doesn't like the way she's touching him (mostly because she isn't you), but he's too nice to push her away.

in public, that is. in private, not quite. not quite the guy, who just months ago, was a raging virgin—peering up at you with the question of how babies were made.

in private, some flip must've been switched. he wasn't anything like that innocent, pure little guy. nope.

"look at you, fucking slut. taking my cock—shit—like that." you're folded into a cruel mating-press, choso's hands digging into your sides, sure to leave bruises in the morning. his pace is relentless, as he fucks you deeper and harder.

his cock stretches your tight, little pussy hole, knees hooked around his waist. your eyes hit the back of your head, in pure ecstasy. you can't fathom ever being able to respond with anything other than pathetic moans.

"sooo tight f'me," he groans, sweaty bangs plastered to his forehead. choso clicks his teeth, eyes dropping to your lips, swollen from kisses. "open."

all you can do is comply, tongue lolling out. he sharply spits in your mouth, and on instict, you swallow. "ha— whore," he chuckles. "dirty fuckin' cum-rag."

you whine, tears streaming down your face. "looking pretty like that, y'know. you're so much better when you aren't talking," he teases, "jus' making t- those lil' noises."

"chooo—'s too much. no- no more," you beg, wanting to pull away from him, though you can't bring forth the strength to.

"shut the fuck up," he mutters, lips coming to crash down onto yours. your noises are muffled, swallowed by his mouth. "you're not going anywhere."

he sinks his teeth into your calf, and you hiss in pain. "pleasepleaseplease— can't!"

choso grunts, bucking his hips into you. "yes, you can. you can, and you will."

the second he was cumming hot ropes into you, dick going soft in your snug cunt, he was back to being doe-eyed. panting heavy, he presses a sloppy kiss to your forehead.

and, as if he hadn't just rendered you practically immobile for the next two days, he tilted his head, his voice soft and innocent.

"can we order takeout, baby?"

[pillsatoru]

jjk p! links

nsfw links from twt. ⓘ fisting, spanking, size kink, p in v, you get what I mean

might as well just put the whole hand in! ⟡ you were supposed to be studying. ⟡ he came from work late ⟡ you can take it all in ⟡ when did your bsf get so hot ? ⟡ you're too loud ⟡ but, he's your roommate ?!

breeding kink ⟡ in the middle of class ⟡ his hidden album containing vids of him fingering you ⟡ riding him ⟡ let him get a taste

he loves your cunt ⟡ making love for the first time ⟡ on the couch ⟡ your coworker is hard to resist ⟡ on the couch 2.0

he loves when you take control ⟡ he's encouraging you ⟡ in the professors home ⟡ first date idea ⟡ "I thought you were shy?" ⟡ you've been naughty ⟡

[viixa]

♥︎ ݁ 𓏲 18+ eating sushi off of nanami's yummy and super duper buff bicep ─ inspired by this tiktok

you really weren’t trying to be a menace. you were just hungry. and a little tipsy. and nanami was sitting across from you on the living room floor—legs stretched out, gray sweats hanging low, sleeves pushed up over his elbows as he peeled back the lid from a mountain of sushi like he was about to give a lecture on it. the overhead lights were low. a candle burned faintly on the table, flickering warm across the slope of his neck and jaw.

he’d just come back from the gym, showered, soft, golden. smelled like cedarwood and clean skin. and his biceps looked insane. like coiled steel under baby soft skin, the muscle bulging a little even when he moved casually—reaching for soy sauce, shaking his wrist out, using chopsticks with the same kind of precision he applied to every goddamn thing he touched.

it wasn’t your fault your eyes kept drifting. you tried to play it off at first. maybe he wouldn’t notice. maybe you weren’t that obvious.

“you’re staring,” he said flatly.

“i’m not.”

his brow arched. he didn’t look up from the salmon roll he was slicing with his chopsticks.

“what,” you said, half laughing, “i’m not allowed to admire your post-pump vascularity in peace?”

he huffed—quietly, the corner of his mouth twitching. “you’re lucky i like you.”

“oh, i know.”

he reached for the ginger. and that’s when you blurted it out.

“i wanna eat sushi off your arm.”

he paused. looked up. blinked once. “what?”

“just like, one piece,” you said, gesturing vaguely. “it’s for science.”

“it’s for insanity.”

you shrugged, smirking. “same difference.”

there was a beat of silence. then, to your surprise, he shifted—shoulders squaring back, one arm bending so his bicep swelled high and hard. he turned slightly toward you, sleeve bunching at his shoulder. golden skin, curved muscle, veins sharp beneath the surface.

“you have thirty seconds,” he muttered.

you nearly squealed, carefully, you plucked a spider roll from the tray and placed it right in the dip of the muscle, where his bicep crested into the valley of his inner arm. he stared straight ahead, jaw tight, chest rising once.

and then you leaned in. your lips brushed his skin as you took the roll with your mouth, warm rice and soy-slick fish pressed against his body, and when your tongue accidentally grazed him, just a little, he shifted under you, legs spreading slightly on instinct. you sat back on your heels, chewing slowly, gaze locked on his.

“you done?” he asked, voice lower now.

“maybe,” you said. “depends if you’re offering refills.”

he didn’t answer at first. just watched you, heat simmering in his expression, chest rising with every breath. then he reached for another roll, but instead of handing it to you, or placing it on his arm, he set it lower. directly on the flat plane of his lower stomach, right above the waistband of his sweats—dead center and met your eyes.

“eat it properly."

© viixa. do not copy, translate, or reupload my works anywhere.

[forriku-deactivated20260315]

୨୧ ripping the condom off choso’s dick so he could breed you for the first time . . .

you and choso have always been careful.

every single time he’s buried balls deep inside you, there’s been a condom stretched over that cock, because the second he feels your raw heat he knows he’ll lose his fucking mind.

he’s told you, voice shaking against your sweaty neck, that if he ever came inside you bare he’d never pull out again— he’d breed you over and over until you’re dripping his load for days. you thought it was just dirty talk... until tonight.

he’s got you on your back, beefy arms caging you in, hips slamming so hard the bedframe creaks. the condom’s already soaked, your creamy slick coating the latex, but it’s not enough.

his fat cock drags along your walls, forcing them to remember every vein and ridge, stretching your poor tight pussy obscenely wide. you’re so wet the rubber slips with every thrust,

until— pop— he slides out completely, cock slapping heavy and angry against your puffy clit.

“fuck— baby— sorry you’re just too fucking wet—” he grunts, jaw clenched so tight the muscle jumps. his dark eyes are blown wide, sweat dripping from his brow onto your tits.

you don’t think. you just reach down, rip the condom off in one frantic tug, and throw it somewhere across the room. his bare cock jerks in your hand, flushed dark, dripping with your cream. you drag the swollen head through your sloppy folds, smearing him messy, then shove him back inside raw.

the noise he makes is inhuman— half growl, half broken moan as your bare heat swallows him whole.

“shit… oh shit, y’re so fuckin’— tight—h-haahh..” he snaps. in one brutal move he folds you in half, knees to your shoulders, ankles by your ears, he was so deep his fat cock kisses your cervix on every thrust.

your sopping pussy flutters and gushes around him, squirting in messy spurts each time he bottoms out. the loud squelches of your cunt getting pounded was so loud along with your wails and cries.

he’s usually quiet, but the sounds pouring from his throat since he felt your pussy without any barrier was all guttural grunts, sharp hisses through his teeth, low whispered “fuck, fuck, fuck” every time your walls milk him.

“want you to cum inside me, cho— please breed me, need it...” you’re babbling, tears streaming, mascara smeared. he licks the salt off your cheeks with a starved groan, tongue hot and rough.

“you sure, baby? want me to fill you up, hm? that what you want?” he rasps, rolling his hips slow and deep, letting you feel every inch splitting you open. “yeah? gonna pump this pretty pussy full… make it take every of my load.”

you sob yes yes yes and he loses the last of his control. his pace turns punishing— hips pistoning, heavy balls slapping your ass so hard the sound echoes.

your cream froths at the base of his cock, dripping down his sack, soaking the sheets. every thrust punches the air from your lungs until you’re cross-eyed and drooling, only able to wail his name and “inside...! inside— c-cum inside me— plsplspls”

choso’s whole body locks up. his cock swells impossibly thicker, and with a strangled “fuuuck—” he slams to the hilt. you feel it. the first hot spurt painting your womb, then another, and another— he’s cumming so hard it forces its way out around his buried shaft, thick rivulets of white leaking from your stuffed hole with every pulse, dripping from your asshole to the sheets.

he doesn’t pull out. he grinds deep, plugging you, making sure nothing escapes. when he finally slumps over you, still twitching, he presses his forehead to yours and breathes a shaky promise against your lips.

“not done.. gonna keep you just like this… fill you again and again ‘til you’re dripping for weeks.”

and when you clenches around his sensitive cock at the thought, he places your shaky legs over his broad shoulders, and starts moving all over again.

after that, he started paying for your plan b instead of buying condoms.

© cremelaces. do not copy, translate, or reupload my works anywhere.

[forriku-deactivated20260315]

your body feels wrecked, trembling beneath megumi as he pushes back inside you for the third time tonight. your voice is already hoarse, throat raw from how much you’ve been crying out his name, but the second his cock drags deep into your sore walls, another broken sob escapes your lips.

“g-gumi, i can’t—ahhh, f-fuck—” you choke, clinging to his shoulders, nails digging into sweat-slick skin. his messy black hair sticks to his forehead, strands falling into his dark, glassy eyes as he looks down at you. his chest heaves, his breathing rough, but his voice stays steady, soft even while he’s fucking you into the mattress. “you can. i know you can, baby.” his tone is low, coaxing, and it only makes your pussy clench tighter around him.

he grits his teeth, hips snapping hard, faster, the sound of skin slapping filling the room. “shit—you feel so good. so fucking good every time,” he groans, voice breaking as your cunt squeezes around him.

you cry out, head thrown back, moans spilling shamelessly—loud, messy, uncontrollable. “aauughhh... too fast—please—! oh my god, gumi, i—i can’t stop—” your thighs shake violently, your whole body twitching as another orgasm claws through you.

he doesn’t slow down. if anything, the way your walls flutter around him makes him pound into you harder, his weight pressing you deep into the sheets. “fuck, that’s it… give it to me again. you’re so good for me,” he whispers against your mouth, kissing you sloppy, swallowing the choked whimpers that keep spilling out.

you try to push weakly at his shoulders, overstimulation hitting so hard your legs spasm uncontrollably. “s-too much, it’s too much—” megumi catches your wrists, pinning them above your head with one hand while his other grips your thigh, holding you open for him. his eyes stay locked on your tear-streaked face, lips parted, breath hot as he fucks you rough and relentless. “i know, baby. i know it’s a lot,” he pants, voice strained. “just one more. let me have one more.”

his words shatter you, and all you can do is sob his name over and over, brain melting from the pace, from the way his cock rams into the same spot so deep it makes you scream. “ahhh—! g-gumi—fuck, i’m—i’m cumming again—!”

he lets out a guttural groan, hips stuttering but never stopping, pressing sloppy kisses to your cheek and jaw as your body convulses under him. “good girl… fuck—you’re perfect. my perfect girl.” your moans echo through the room, loud and broken, mixing with the wet, filthy sounds of him dragging in and out of your creamy and throbbing pussy until you’re left babbling, crying, nothing but a dumb mess on his cock—exactly how he wants you.

when he finally stills, his chest heaving against yours, megumi presses a soft kiss to your temple, voice quiet and ragged. “sorry… i was too rough.”

you shake your head weakly, still catching your breath, lips brushing his jaw. “n-no… i like it… i love it when you fuck me like that.” his eyes darken, cock twitching inside you as it hardens again almost instantly. his jaw tightens, breath shuddering as he looks down at your ruined body under him. “…fuck. don’t say that unless you’re ready for more.”

[reignpage]

hey, wifey... just checking you still love me <3

Synopsis: frat boy!gojo, your boyfriend, got himself blocked on all of your socials. it was his fault, even he knows that - spamming your girl with dick pics whilst she's studying for an important exam was only ever going to end one way. you've practically forced him to resort to a means of communication he didn't know still existed. and well, he's gonna have fun with it. Warnings: some sexual content, 18+, cursing, college au, can be read as a standalone but is a part of my EdenU au, gojo is dramatic, reader is done with him, reader is goth and female, established relationship, not proofread

From: [email protected] Subject: why do you hate me?

Dear most gorgeous girl in the world,  You’re killing me.  Please unblock me on iMessages, Insta, Snap, Facebook/Messenger, Whatsapp, X (sorry Twitter or whatever liberal agenda you’re on now), Discord, Reddit, Letterboxd, LinkedIn, Spotify, and Tumblr. How did you even know I was stalking you on Tumblr? Do you have a girlfriend sixth sense? Like does your clit tingle when you realise I’m near? Cause my balls speak to me when you’re within a mile radius, like “yeah, boys? you feel her? where? lead the way!” If you gave me a chance, instead of instantly blocking me (heartless meanie), you’d know I am very, very apologetic. I’ll stop spamming you my dick pics, even though you should be honoured to receive reminders of how hard just the thought of your name makes me. Love,  Your sad big-dicked daddy :(((

From: [email protected] Subject: email? really?

Dear Gojo Satoru,  Clearly you can’t take a hint. Let me spell it out for you. I. Am. Busy. Leave. Me. Alone. Unhappily,  Your girlfriend P.S. Do not call yourself ‘big-dicked daddy.’ It upsets me greatly.

From: [email protected] Subject: keep being mean to me please im close

Dear adorable goth baby,  You’re so hot when you’re being mean. I already know you’re frowning in that cute way that makes me want to smother you in kisses and you’re rolling your eyes so hard NGH! I already said I’m sorry.  Please give me another chance. I’m so damn bored I started playing spin the bottle alone in my room. I made out with that picture of you sleeping with drool down your chin. Picture You was even getting handsy. ‘Down girl!’ I said. ‘Bad!’ Stay tight,  Toru (not Gojo Satoru, that’s like a slur coming from you, very triggering stuff) P.S.S. I am your big-dicked daddy tho I’m confused?

From: [email protected] Subject: shut up

Satoru,  I gave you multiple chances when I asked you to stop and give me at least 5 hours to study before we go out for dinner and I entertain you, you giant freaking child. But no, you just had to hound me with your dick, like I was supposed to be dickmatised and persuaded to drop everything at your beck and call.  Fuck, I’m getting mad all over again.  Stop emailing me. You’re gonna see me at 7pm for our date anyways. You can last 4 more hours. Yours not for long,  Girl who just wants to pass

From: [email protected] Subject: my bad bro

Sweetiepie :( I’m sorry.  I thought it was gonna motivate you to work hard. Pwease forgive me. Pwease? Towu is vewy vewy sowwy.  In fact, I’m so so so sorry, I’ll pay for dinner tonight. Scout’s honour. Asking for mercy and forgiveness,  Your boyfriend no matter what

From: [email protected] Subject: dinner? that the best you can offer?

You always pay for dinner. Last time I offered, you damn near wrestled me in the middle of the restaurant so you could get your card out first. We’re still banned from there, remember? Btw, you were never a Scout, don’t play with me.

From: [email protected] Subject: you gotta address me and sign off!

Dear love of my life who doesn’t understand how email etiquette works,  Of course I always pay for dinner — you’re broke and your family is destitute, I remind you lovingly. But even if you were as rich as me, or even richer (which isn’t possible, not to flex), I would still pay every single time. It’s the least I can do for reparations for the violence committed by my gender against yours. Plus, that restaurant sucked anyway — the owner is problematic towards immigrants and the servers don’t even know if the meat is locally and ethically sourced, like hello??? In the big 2025?!? How’s studying going? Do you need a snack or a smoothie to boost you?  I can drop by. Promise I won’t linger. I just didn’t see a purchase on my card for breakfast or lunch. Please don’t starve. If I can’t watch your ass jiggle when I hit it from the back, I’m gonna be devastated.  Yours most sincerely,  Satoru P.S. You have to be a Scout to say Scout’s Honour? Crazyyyyyy

From: [email protected] Subject: so fucking bossy omg

Dear Satoru (happy now?), Please don’t remind me of my family’s shortcomings. You know I like to pretend I came from a normal background. And stop being more woke than me. It’s hot. Studying’s fine, I guess. I think I forgot how to study. I’ve missed a lot of content too. If a certain someone hadn’t been clinging to me so tightly every morning, maybe I wouldn’t be so behind. God, you make my life so hard.  A smoothie and pastry would be lovely, actually. I can’t be bothered leaving my room to get some food. Just drop it off at the door and disappear by the time I open the door — if I see even a glimmer of white hair, I’m going to freak.  Thanks. Love begrudgingly, A girl who’s gonna fail her exam

From: [email protected] Subject: you're not gonna fail

Dear cutie,  I don’t cling to you that hard. You’re dramatic. I wonder where you got that from. And last I checked, we have a safeword you can use anytime to get me away from between your legs if you really wanted to get to class. But I like our game where you pretend you’re not just as obsessed with me as I am with you (I know you get all hot and bothered when I reference Marx, dirty girl) Food’s outside babe. The line was stupid long and I ran into Fushiguro — remember the guy I told you has the highest body count on campus? He’s in a relationship now and he’s so pussywhipped lmaoooo Couldn’t be me. Hoping you’ll stuff your face and get all the brain power you need,  Satoru

From: [email protected] Subject: not impressed

I told you to disappear before I could see you.  You didn’t have to kiss me and hump my leg you animal. My neighbours were NOT happy with the pornographic noises you made, asshole.  Yeah, I remember Toji. Cool dude. Always wearing gym wear no matter the weather and for some reason hates you. Don’t make fun of him for being loyal and loving to his girlfriend. You’re probably so much worse. I envy his girlfriend. She probably doesn’t have to put up with a yapper who spams her with dick pics. Thank you for the food though. Very appreciated. What I didn’t appreciate, however, was the number and the smiley face on my drink. I already told you, if someone tries to hit on you, bark at them and tell them you have a girlfriend you worship endlessly. 

From: [email protected] Subject: EMAIL. ETIQUETTE. COME ON.

Look: Dear angry girlfriend I do in fact worship endlessly and beyond,  I’m sorry I didn’t follow your exact orders but I desperately needed a kiss from my girl. If I don’t get my daily dose, I wilt, like a rose. You know this.  And disrespectfully, f your neighbours. It wasn’t anything they hadn't heard from us before. Sensitive ears ahhh About Fushiguro — he does not hate me. Why does everyone say that?  We’re actually besties. We’re like dumb and dumber, but dumber is him obvi. Plus, once he gets some shots in him, he’s super in love with me. I get more over the clothes action from him than from you lol You never need to thank me for feeding you. I fear that’s like bare minimum. Get those standards up girl. Oh and sorry about the drink. I didn’t even notice. Leave it outside your door and I’ll get you a new one. I’ll even make a scene and call the manager over. Maybe I’ll buy the store and get everyone fired. Just give me the word babe. Yours forever,  Satoru 

From: [email protected] Subject: YOU ARE EXHAUSTING

Dear my sweetest, most frustrating boyfriend, Fine, I’ll forgive the kiss (I might have needed it too). And yeah, f my neighbours because the guy on my left loves playing Doctor Who Season 8 on repeat and on full volume every night like clockwork. It’s not even the best season! Forget about the drink. Just don’t ever go back there again. Number and smiley face aside, the drink is abysmal and tastes like bog water. Pastry is great though. 10/10 You’d really make a scene for me? Yours occasionally,  No longer starving girlfriend

From: [email protected] Subject: awww I knew you loved me really

Dear the Morticia to my Gomez,  I’d make a scene for you at the drop of a hat. I’d serenade you in malls, on campus, in a Michelin star restaurant, and in a lecture. Heck, I’d yell ‘BOMB’ in an airport if you asked me to – just maybe not an airport we frequent. There’s quite literally nothing I wouldn’t do for you. If you didn’t know that already, then I’m not as great of a boyfriend as I thought I was. I will remedy that immediately, my goddess eternal. Obsessedly yours,  Your husband in every way but legally (we can fix that)

From: [email protected] Subject: ugh

Dear Toru,  Stop being sweet. It’s disgusting. Come inside already. I’m done pretending I’m getting anything from the textbooks. I’m only giving myself a headache.

From: [email protected] Subject: woahhhh

You can tell I’m outside???

From: [email protected] Subject: you're loud as hell

I can hear you giggling at my emails, Satoru. You’re probably sitting on the floor, leaning against my door. 

From: [email protected] Subject: just got shivers

Damnnnn are you sure you’re not a witch?

From: [email protected] Subject: well?

Are you coming in or what?

From: [email protected] Subject: yippeeeee

Okay okay, yes I am. LOVE YOU BABY <3

[reignpage]

If you enjoyed this au and would like more, or if you’d like to know the context, click EdenU and get started!

It incudes:

Frat boy!gojo

Piercer!geto

Art student!choso

Basketball captain!toji

Physics tutor!nanami

Vice president!sukuna

[mimuju-deactivated20260521]

suguru fucking you dumb !! ☆

suguru loves how sharp you are. it’s one of the first things that pulled him in—your quick wit, your clever remarks, the way you can slice through conversations like you were born to outsmart everyone in the room.

but he loves you more when your pretty head goes quiet. when your words melt into sighs, when your bright eyes go hazy and unfocused, and when the only thing rattling around that brilliant mind of yours is the feeling of him dragging deep inside you.

“what happened, baby?” he murmurs as he fucks you slow and deep into the mattress, each thrust measured and patient, like he’s sculpting something delicate out of you. his voice is soft enough to make your toes curl. “where'd my clever girl go?”

“o-oh god!” your voice cracks, trembling as your fingers clutch helplessly at the sheets. he smiles down at you, wicked and sweet.

“there it is. there's my stupid girl.”

"mmnh— m'not stupid, sugu!"

your brain wants to argue but your body arches, betraying you, chasing his rhythm. his cock drags along your walls so perfectly it makes your vision blur. you blink up at him, and he cups your jaw, thumb stroking your cheek like he’s soothing a child.

“shhh. it's okay, sweetheart. just feel.”

the words sink into you like honey. your muscles go loose, pliant, and he hums as he watches your hips try to rock up to meet him. “look at you,” he whispers, leaning down to press his lips to your temple, “all soft for me. so empty up here—” he taps your forehead gently “—and so full riiiight here." he murmurs, his large hand pressing over your abdomen.

“suguru—please—” you whine, voice already so thin and ruined.

he pushes deeper at your plea and you gasp, eyes rolling, nails digging into his shoulders. he groans when he feels you clench down around him, his voice cracking with it. “fuck. baby— you can't just squeeze me like that without a fucking warning. you trying to kill me?”

“d-don’t stop—” you babble, hips twitching helplessly.

he slows, pulling out until just the head sits at your entrance, then sinking back in inch by inch until your mouth falls open around a broken sound. “atta girl,” he praises, “just let me take care of you. smart girls don’t need to think when they’re taking cock, do they? they just lay there and look pretty. right, baby?”

you whimper—half protest, half agreement—and he laughs low in his throat, kisses the corner of your slack mouth. “you wanna be good for me, don’t you?”

“y—yeah,” you pant, and he grins, satisfied. then he slips out, leaving you fluttering and empty, and sits back against the headboard.

“come here,” he says, patting his thigh. “wanna see you ride me.”

you scramble into his lap, trembling, thighs already shaky. he holds you steady by your waist, watching your desperate little attempts to line him up. his cock brushes against your folds and you whine, fumbling, and his lips twitch. “what’s the matter?” he asks softly. “too dumb to do it yourself?”

“n-no, i can—” you try, voice cracking, but your hands are clumsy, slipping on his shoulders as you sink down on him too fast, too shallow, then jerk back up with a cry. he exhales sharply, eyes flickering down where you’re barely seated on him, his tip stretching your entrance.

“look at you,” he breathes, “you can’t even get it in all the way.”

“s-sugu—” you gasp, desperate.

“shh. dont worry your pretty little head about it. just—” his hands guide your hips down slowly, his cock sliding deep until your eyes roll back “—focus on feeling good, okay?”

your walls flutter frantically around him, your thighs twitching as you try to lift yourself and fail. his grip tightens, holding you down until you’re whining, trembling in his lap. “come on,” he teases, “what happened? can’t even move your hips without me helping?”

you shake your head, lips parted, tears welling in your eyes from how full he feels. suguru’s smirk goes molten.

“that’s what i thought.”

he loosens his hold just enough to let you wobble your hips and it’s messy, your hips roll sloppy little circles that barely move him at all. his cock drags against your walls and you keen, head falling onto his shoulder. “so cute,” he whispers, “trying so hard. brain all fuzzy, isn’t it?”

“m-mhm!” you whimper, barely there.

he groans, bucking up into you suddenly. you yelp, clinging to him, and he does it again, harder, until you’re bouncing helplessly on his lap. “there you go,” he pants, “just let me take over.”

“pleasepleaseplease—” you gasp, nails clawing down his back.

he presses his mouth to your ear, voice a deep rumble. “i like you better like this, baby." he brushes a few strands of hair off of your forehead, “you're so pretty when you're this needy.”

your walls clamp down at that and he moans, dragging you down hard onto him. your whole body jolts, thighs trembling wildly. “fuck,” he hisses, “gonna make you forget how to talk. just a pretty little toy for me to use. would you like that, sweetheart? do you just wanna be my pretty fucktoy?”

your breath hitches, hips stuttering as your eyes go hazy. “mmh… y-yeah… wanna be yours, sugu! … don’t wanna think anymore…”

his hand slides down, pressing his thumb to your clit and circling, and your hips jerk violently, head snapping back. “fuck— you're perfect. that’s it. let go f'me.”

“s-sugu!!” you moan, eyes glassy.

“shit, baby” he grits, fucking up into you harder now. “so tight.”

“s-sugu—ru—” you sob, eyes rolling.

he barks out a laugh, sharp and sweet. “angel, is that all you can say right now? my name? too fucked out to think of anything else?”

“h-huh—?” you whimper, dizzy, and he melts, cupping your cheek with his other hand, thumb brushing away the drool that’s spilled down your chin.

“so cute,” he murmurs, “so fucking cute like this.”

then he slams up into you again and again until you’re choking on his name like it’s the only word you know.

because in that moment, you can't think of anything else even if you wanted to.

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[chososcutie]

MAKE THAT PULL-OUT GAME WEAK!

synopsis❤︎: jjk men when they 'accidentally' cum inside..

featuring❤︎: gojo, toji, nanami, & choso

tags❤︎: fem!reader, unprotected sex, reverse cowgirl, premature ejaculations, breeding kink, praise, petnames, office sex, voyeurism, needy!men, submissiveness, slight dubcon

SATORU GOJO

“h-hah baby.. fuck!” satoru throws his head back, hips arching upward as you bounce on his cock reverse cowgirl style.

he looved this position for a variety of reasons, mostly because of the way your ass would move, reaching out to squeeze a handful of the soft, supple globes and watching as your pussy greedily swallowed every inch, slamming up and down on him repeatedly, echoing smacks! of skin on skin filling the room.

you had been going for quite some time now, your hips never faltering as satoru feels his taut stomach grow even achingly knottier, each heaving breath an effort as his eyes fall half-lidded.

“s-slow down.. mmph!” he moans as you pause, only to roll and gyrate your hips, cock molding your gummy insides perfectly as his thickened tip hits deep into your cervix, dragging swelteringly hot strokes back n’ forth as the sensitive veins lining his dick thump thump!

“such a biiig stretch..” you toss him a look over your shoulder, eyelashes lowered and fluttering, and your cheeks flushed. “feels s’good ‘toru..”

he closes his eyes briefly, the coil in his stomach tightening as your sticky thighs and dripping cunt hover over him and raise yourself up and down, riding him into oblivion with a mischievous little smile.

you knew what you were doing.

his hands come to your hips, helping you to bounce faster, feeling your pussy clamp tight before spasming, a slutty little moan drifting out of your mouth as you cream all over his cock, drenching him in honeyed slick. “mmph.. cumming, cumming..!”

and as your cunt tightens and clenches hard around him, until every ridge and vein of his is contoured to your warm, plush walls, it’s all too much.

“baby..! get off! get off!”

satoru tries to warn you desperately of his furiously fast-approaching orgasm, his cock throbbing deep into you, as he tries to hold off and lift you off him, but you’re too far gone, coming down from your own climax with euphoria.

he screws his eyes shut tightly, trying to last but then you wriggle your hips, wedging him deeper, pussy squeezing like a vice and it’s over.

endless spurts of ribbons n’ ribbons of creamy white pulse into you as steadily, satoru’s grip on your hips pins you down on top of him while he fills you up, a milky white ring forming around his base as he sucks in gasping heaves of breath.

you shudder, your voice coming out in a whine. “s’toru are you.. cumming?”

his cock is still drooling stringy wads as his answer comes strained and breathless. “fuck.. m’sorry baby. i couldn’t.. pull out.”

TOJI FUSHIGURO

“please doll.. need you s’bad.” rough palms slide up your stomach to cup your breasts, toji’s veiny, thickened tip bumping your entrance as he leans over you, jagged scar on his lip coming to brush your cheek gruffly as he pleads with you.

“b-but we don’t have an.. ah.. condom!” you manage to breathe, your body betraying you as it squirms and tries to align itself with toji’s round, pulsing cock head, smearing the sloshing slick of your cunt back n’ forth with a hoarse grunt.

“i can pull out.. heh.” his already sweaty forehead is pressed to yours, head drooping downward as he sucks in feverish breath after feverish breath, hips slightly grinding against the plush softness of your tummy for relief.

your legs part slightly, revealing the beads of shimmery sheen dripping from between your thighs, your need palpable from the way your puffy clit twitches and throbs. “o-okay.. just please.”

he chuckles lowly at the sight, voice catching in a slight growl as he slots himself between, heavy jumping cock resting against you.

he splays a big hand across your stomach, just above your belly button, and you feel him start to push in, chubbed inch by inch. “gonna feel me all the way here..” he pushes down slightly on the growing bulge steadily sheathing itself deep inside you.

you moan out something caught between a whimper and a plead, and with one sharp thrust, he buries himself to the hilt, bludgeony tip prodding into your cervix and heavy balls smacking against your ass.

and he’s already moving, one hand coming to your throat, holding you down as he ravages you, shamelessly throwing his head back and grunting.

you had never felt him raw before, and your glassy eyes rolled back at how every delicious vein, curve, and ridge of his cock was plummeting inside you, shaping your insides to fit him perfectly.

“ohh.. so mm’ fucking tight..” he growls softly, slamming his hips roughly into you, grip bruising as he hits your cushy, sweet spot repeatedly, watching your face contort in drunken pleasure, lascivious drool pouring out of your slacken jaw. “feels even better without a.. hah.. piece of rubber in the way.”

thick digits wander down to your puffy bud, rubbing slow circles as you squirm, whining how close you are, before all of a sudden, you’re cumming hard, absolutely drenching toji’s muscular lower abdominals in your squirt, his nasty hips reeling back before suddenly pausing.

“did you jus’..” he shudders, hips twitching frantically as he begins to pull out, but he’s too slow as his sudden orgasm washes over him all at once, hot, sweltering gushes of seed that fill you to the very brim of your overstuffed cunt, so much pouring out in creamy sheens, it has your stomach bulging and sloshing with it all.

“toooji..” you whine, peering at how gooey wads of white dribble down your thighs messily, clearly not having pulled out.

and still cumming, he looks up at you sheepishly with glossy eyes.

"wan' be a pretty mama, doll? 'cause you just might be after this.."

KENTO NANAMI

nanami was a practical man, he worked hard at his office, he was sweet to you even during intimacy, his hands were always gentle and composed, and he definitely didn’t forget protection.

but that all went out the window the second you, his pretty wife came to visit him at his office, bringing along a special lunch you had cooked just for him, knowing how stressed and overworked your poor husband was.

and a few minutes later, with his sloppy hips pistoning in and out of you, and your tits pressed harshly against his desk with your cheek squished against his neatly stacked paperwork, it turned out he was hungry for something else..

“got all dolled up jus’ f’me?” he coos softly, slamming his reddened cock, blushing and beading pearly precum at the tip in n’ out roughly, your skirt and panties bunched up at your waist carelessly, visible to anyone who walks by kento’s office.

but he doesn’t seem to care, usually neatly trimmed blonde hair sticking to his forehead sweatily, plunging himself so deep into you, you swear you can feel him all the way in your throat, a dumb little fucked-out expression on your face as you cling onto the rattling desk for dear life, back arched so sluttily as his hands grasp tightly onto your hips, rolling you back n' forth onto his cock, you're surprised no one else hears the filthily wet noises echoing throughout the office.

“darling, i might have to pull out..” he sucks in gasping heaves of breath, brows knitting together almost painfully as he tries to hold off his oncoming orgasm, placing his hands on your hips gently to slide himself out of your gummy warmth, much to your dismay.

“w-wait, m’so closeee!” you whine, backing up steadily into him to suck in more of his fat cock. “just a lil’ longer, c’mon..”

and oh, who was nanami to say no to his darling wife?

with a winding tightness in his stomach, he fucks into you harder, hips slapping against you with every thrust, until you’re whining, messy tears spilling from your eyes as your scorching hot walls clamp so tight around him, he couldn’t pull out if he tried.

and then you’re cumming, your pussy drooling your saturated shimmery essence, and fluttering around nanami’s sensitive, twitching dick.

“honey.. ngh!”

and that’s all he can say, before he’s absolutely dumping loads n’ loads of sticky white seed into your clamping pussy, euphoria overtaking his senses as he drills his cock deeper, forcing you to take every last drop.

"fuck sweetheart!" he curses low as his hips snap ferally into yours, unable to stop the copious amounts of hot white cum he's endlessly spurting into you, your traitorous cunt milking him for all he's worth as you squeak in surprise.

"kentooo.." you watch his milky dredges drip! drip! drip! out of your messy, sloppy pussy, folds stickily glued together, as his hand comes almost reverently to push on the little bump in your stomach, watching in awe as all of his creamy ropes instantly gush out of you generously.

"sorry honey.." his voice is raspy, strained, but his eyes are heavy-lidded and filled with desire. "but this makes me think.. wan' have a baby?"

CHOSO KAMO

your plushy thighs sprawl apart under the frantically panting man above you, practically ripping your panties off as he nuzzles his cock between your thighs, humping softly with needy little tears pricking at his dark, fluttering lashes.

“i knooow i didn’t bring a condom..” he whines, thick leaky member pulsating steadily in between you, thickened mushroomy head ever so slightly bumping the entrance of your pussy as he pleads.

"buut i'll be good, swear! m'gonna.. hah.. pull out! please just let me.."

his dick nestles itself in between your sappy sticky folds, choso's hips rutting animalistically back n' forth between them, barely restraining himself from just plunging into your hot, gooey walls right then and there.

"s'okay cho.." you whisper, stroking through his messy black space buns and tugging slightly, causing a whine to leave his throat. "just fuck me."

instantly his hands are fumbling to wrap around your waist, as he sloowly pushes himself in, groaning at your tight clamping muscles of resistance as you squeeze around him tightly.

you had always used protection, so the feeling of him going in raw was completely unlike anything you'd ever felt before.

every throbbing vein, pulsing ridge, and his hot bulbous tip pressed directly into your cervix is magnified, making the room hot n' humid, choso's feverish forehead dropping onto yours with a pathetic little moan.

experimentally, he pulls out until only the tip is inside you before slamming himself back in harshly, the wet sound of skin on skin echoing as he quickly finds a pace, fucking you roughly, with your legs intertwined behind his back.

you moan softly as his hefty balls slap into your ass with every thrust, tits pressed against his sweaty bare chest only heightening your sensations until you're so close to cumming, you can taste it, your vision starting to blacken at the corners.

choso is close too, obviously not able to last very long with the feeling of your bare pussy wrapped around him like a vice, his grunts turning breathier and needier as he feels his stomach go taut.

and just as he's about to regretfully pull out of your warm, welcoming cunt, you squeal, legs tightening around his back and effectively trapping him as you gush all over his poor, sensitive cock, stringy drools of your slick running down all along your thighs messily.

"uungh..! baby! baby open your legs!" he tries to get out, but he's barely able to finish the last word before he's absolutely spurting heaps of buttery seed, unable to stop as he shudders, hips stuttering and bucking into you sloppily.

you have a cute little flushed look on your face as you come down from your high, staring at where you two are connected, and watching choso's hot, slithery ropes seep out of you steadily with a little giggle.

you shift, widening your legs as you press a kiss to his nose. "s'okay cho, i'm on the pill."

he lets out a shameless whimper, throwing his head back as his hips press further into you. "that's good 'cause m'still cumming.."

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somno + dubcon, afab!reader

his sleepy baby. his sleepy baaaaaaby. it’s a shame you look the cutest when you’re like this. because all nanami can think about when he finds you tucked into the couch, all snug with his shirt oh so perfectly draped over your frame - is how badly he needs to fuck the sleep out of your system. …really badly.

god, even just thinking of the video you showed him last week is making his balls ache. 0:32 seconds on twitter of a girl, half asleep, babbling into her comforter while her boyfriend rocks into her from behind. legs spread enough to see the way he pressed into her: slow and indulgent, like he had all the time in the world. you’d shown it to him casually. laughed, breathy with that sparkle you get in your eyes when you’re too shy to ask for something outright.

and now here you are. mouth agape. lashes dipping against your cheeks. legs tangled under a blanket slipping off of the bare skin of your thigh, swell of your hips peeking out that old college tee he let you steal. you always run hot in your sleep - he knows this. knows that you shift and tug your shirt up. knows that your panties are probably already damp, if you’re wearing any at all. his hand ghosts over your ankle first, barely gripping. you twitch, but don’t stir.

“sweetheart,” he murmurs, mouth skimming your temple.

“let me take care of you, alright?”

you don’t answer, yet your leg falls open a little more.

nanami licks his lips. undoes his belt buckle with one hand, while the other sneaks behind your shorts, under your shirt, careful and reverent, as though praying at an altar. and he is. praying to you.

because his sleepy baby is drooling into the pillow, breathing all soft and quiet - and well. he just can’t help himself.

bonus: when you sigh his name, dreamy, drowsy, and full of trust, nanami groans and lines himself up. whispering promises into your skin: how he’ll make it good, how you’ll wake up right, full of him, ruined for anyone else.

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୨୧ gojo wants your pretty eyes on him when he’s buried deep inside you . . .

gojo’s got a thing for your eyes— those pretty, glassy things that lock onto him when he’s buried balls-deep, watching every twitch and flutter as he rearranges your guts.

he loves seeing your pretty face twist in ecstasy, the way your lashes clump with tears while he fucks you stupid, so he can drink in every fucked-out expression like it’s his favorite show. no hiding, no burying your face in the pillows— he needs you looking, always.

you’re bent over on all fours on his bed, your ass high and trembling, he’s got you in doggystyle, hips snapping forward with brutal, piston-like thrusts.

his big cock— thick, veined, stretching you so wide— plunges in and out of your creamy, sopping pussy, the lewd schlick schlick schlick of your juices echoing off the walls.

you’re a sobbing, whining mess already, drool slipping from your slack lips, walls clenching greedily around him like a vice. “f-fuck, toru—baby, auughh! too deep, ‘s too muh—nngh!”

“shh baby, look at you,” he purrs, voice all honeyed sin, leaning over your arched back to press filthy whispers against your temple. his breath is hot, ragged, as he slams in again, tip kissing your cervix with every punishing stroke. “takin’ my cock so good, yeah? this pretty little pussy’s fuckin’ milking me— shit, feel that? you’re creamin’ all over me, sweetheart.”

he press a soft kiss to your forehead, tender and mocking, right as he grinds his hips in a slow, deep circle, stirring your insides until you wail, gushing fresh slick down his balls.

your arms give out, face dipping toward the sheets, but his big hand shoots under your chin— fingers prying your jaw open, two digits shoving into your drooly mouth. he hooks them there, forcing your head up, guiding those hazy, tear-streaked eyes up to meet his. those piercing beautiful blue eyes gleam with raw hunger.

“nuh-uh, eyes on me, pretty girl. wanna see that dumb little look you make when i fuck it all in— there we go.. fuck, just like that.”

he pounds you harder, hips blurring, heavy balls slapping wet and heavy against your puffy clit. your vision whites out with each thrust— slap-slap-slap. you were sobbing, knuckles turning white as you gripped the sheets.

your abused cunt fluttering wildly, overstuffed and creamy. “mmph—toruuu! hiiigh—gonna c-cum, please—!” you gurgle around his fingers, tongue sloppy and desperate, sucking on them like they’re his cock.

“cum for me, baby— let me see it,” he growls, free hand snaking around to pinch your clit, rolling it rough. “show me how you cum on this dick while i breed this sloppy hole. fuck, you’re so tight— gonna fill you up, yeah? paint this pretty pussy white till it’s leakin’ out for days.”

you shatter— screaming around his fingers, pussy convulsing in violent spasms, your legs shaking violently and squirting messily all over the sheets. he doesn’t stop, fucking you through it, chasing his own high with animalistic grunts. “that’s it— fuck, yes—take it, baby. so fuckin’ good for me”

he gave you a few more hard thrusts before he stilled, hot ropes of cum flood your womb, so much it overflows, creamy mess bubbling out around his pistoning cock.

but gojo’s not done. as you collapse, boneless and twitching, he pulls out slow— watching his load drip from your ruined, gaping pussy then flips you onto your back like you weigh nothing.

hovering over you, he grabs your chin again, thumb swiping your tears with a smirk. “one more time, baby. eyes on me, kay? wanna watch you break again while i fuck my cum right back in.”

and with that, he’s sliding home once more, your hazy gaze trapped in his, ready to drown you in him all over.

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satoru helping you with the group project gone sexual *not clickbait* ⋆˚✿˖°

math makes no sense; when you think you have the answer, it slips away. you always forget the formulas in biology and hate how everything sounds complicated.

luckily for you, satoru was there to help. 

he sits next to you and has been for the whole semester; he always smells sweet like cookies but with a hint of cologne, and he has really pretty eyes that sparkle just right when he looks at light, but he’s always wearing glasses. 

he’s always the first one to say hey to you, but the two of you have never had a proper conversation, until last week when the two of you got paired up for a project that’s worth a lot. 

satoru always felt bad for you because you never knew what the hell you were doing, wondering to himself how you got accepted into this college but happy you did. 

the first time the both of you worked on the project, you went over to his place; it was minimalist, but he had a lot of posters up and action figures that you kept poking at. 

the second time he came to your dorm, it looked like someone threw up pink; it was oddly endearing, plus it smells like you, and he loves how you smell. 

he showed up in grey sweats and a t-shirt and a jacket half zipped; he noticed you were either staring at his face or his dick. you weren’t exactly subtle. 

“so why do you wear sunglasses inside?” scooting closer to him on the bed, your hand on his thigh as you stare at him. 

he laughs, taking off the glasses and resting them on his lap. 

“the light makes my eyes hurt; they are very sensitive.” 

your mouth forms an “o” as you lean in closer; they were so gorgeous. satoru takes this moment to slide in closer to you, his hand on your thigh now sliding up. 

“i’ll do this whole project for you; i know you get confused sometimes.”

satoru's hand was dragging up higher, his pinky grazing your core. you were already so wet for him, and he knew that, taking advantage of the situation. 

“you’re too pretty to think hard. just let me do all the work.” 

at this point you didn’t know if he was talking about the project still or something else; either way, you were into it.

the days he came over for the project, there was no work being done; you were either slobbering on his dick, or he was fingering you to see how dumb you go. 

he did it at home by himself, so the times he came over, you were just focused on him. 

your back was to his chest, and his hand reached over, pumping in and out of you while drool slid out of the corners of your mouth, your hand gripping his wrist tight, moaning. 

“it feels so good, satoru, f…fuck!”

your stomach clenched as two of his fingers were soaked inside, spreading you open and teasing you on the edge, bringing you to tears. 

satoru started getting addicted to your moans and whines and the way you got messy, gargling around him and giggling when he finished on your face. 

he is addicted to you now, and he always has been, since the day he sat down next to you.