pins and needles

イルミ =ゾルディック

[meikudan]

mei mei, 21! / fantasies for peoples favorites <3 / black writer / nanami’s princess / toji’s doll / mitsuya’s designer / 17+ mdni. / semi retired writer!

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[nanamisbbygirl]

law professor! higuruma wants to see his favourite student in his office

nsfw, student-teacher dynamics, a little taboo (do not do this irl guys), praise, nipple stimulation, rewards, clit stimulation, overstimulation, first time squirting, age gap relationship, soft dom! higuruma, unedited asf

"sorry i had to cold call on you," he mumbles in your ear as he stood behind you, his hand tracing his the exposed skin of your arm. "can't go acting like i've got a favourite."

his lips touch your neck delicately, like pieces of a puzzle falling into place. he knows all the sweet spots to hit, the ones that have you gasping for air before he can even wiggle you out of your panties. your head tilts to the side, giving him more room to work away, careful, though to not leave any marks even if he really wants to.

"it's okay," you murmur, leaning into his touch, letting his arm wrap around you. a little smile forms on your lips: "i answered the question right anyways."

he hums softly, "that you did. i ought to give you a reward for being such a good student. what do you think?"

you nod eagerly, whining slightly like you wanted him to hurry up. it elicts a low chuckle from his lips, pressing them against the shell of your ear. his arms wrap around you, unbuttoning your blouse slowly.

his fingers work delicately, exposing your bra to him, letting him feel up the lacy texture. he tugged down on the lingerie, exposing your pebbled nipples. they just looked so nice, sitting and decorating your tits, it makes him want to groan.

delicately, he takes them into his touch, pinching at them slowly. it's just hard enough to make you whine, but not enough to bring you any discomfort. he rolls them around, feeling the way your back arches.

"just perfect," he praises with a relieved sigh. he steps closer to you, pressing his hard cock against the curve of your butt. his next target was your jeans, itching for the button, fiddling with the zipper.

he brings your pants down, letting you kick them off to the side before returning to the pleasure-driven trance he's put you under. the smell of his musky colonge and he feeling of his cold watch against your skin is enough to make you submit completely.

"hiromi," you breath, feeing how his hand slips into your panties, touching your hot cunt with a heated desire.

"look at this," he says in a hushed tone. "getting so wet, and it's all for me. you're practically dripping."

the pads of his fingers dance over your clit, rubbing in small circles, relishing in the way you squirmed in his grasp. he presses his nose against the crown of your head, closing his eyes and listening to your heavy breathing. you sound like a little doll, confirming to his every whim, making him absolutely feral.

yet, he is a disciplined man. he contains himself for just little longer---this supposed to be a reward, after all.

"let go for me, baby, let me take care of you--let go for me," his repetition makes your breath hitch, and slowly, you feel yourself falling apart in his grasp.

your core trembles, body contorting slightly as your high gets closer and closer. tears whelm in your eyes, and you cry out for him, for his touch, trying to get away with the overstimulating feeling that he's giving, but at the same time, your hips roll into his touch. desperate. needy.

"that's it, you're almost there." the speed of his wrist is consistent, flicking your most sensative bundle of nerves with dedication. your walls clamp up despite feeling empty. "be a good girl for me."

the need to do well for him sends you over the edge, the coil in your stomach finally snapping. your body shakes, loud gasps fleeing your lips as your mouth hangs open. it's so much, only, he doesn't stop.

his movements continue as though your orgasm has never happened, and slowly, he rocks his hips into you, grinding against you at a deliberately slow rate. like he wants you to feel his own neediness.

"hiromi," you hiccup, trying to wiggle away from him, legs threatening to snap shut. "it's too much."

he tsks, "uh-uh, it's a reward, i know you can take it."

you whine, eyes snapping shut, head falling back onto his shoulder. a foreign feeling began to build, like a new part of your body was being discovered. the pressure began to build in your stomach, your mind going blank with pleasure.

"feels," you start with a quiet sniffle, like you're overwhelmed nature has tears rolling down your flushed cheeks, "feels weird."

"i know, baby, i know," he coos, "just trust me. you trust me don't you?"

you nod slowly, "mhm--shit, nhgh, feels--oh my god, hiromi!"

before you could speak again, a heat crashed over you, your muscles relaxed, and as you stare down at yourself, you see the mess you've made on his fingers, squirting against his hand shamelessly. you didn't even realize you could do that.

panting, you were clearly clustered, and your professors words didn't help the state you were in.

"i knew you could do it, you're my good girl, aren't you?" he kisses your neck against, grazing your skin with his teeth. "squirting, getting all shy. you have no idea what you do to me."

he takes another moment to appreciate the way you feel in his arms, how soft you are, how sensitive you are---letting out the most perfect reactions to his touch.

you try to hide your face, to not think about the puddle of arousal that he drew out from you, or the fact that anyone could try coming into his office. your embarrassment was easy to read, and it only amused him further.

"don't get shy oh me," he whispers, "i'm not done making you feel good. gotta treat my special girl well, don't i?"

[meikudan]

YYYUMMYYYY

[nkogneatho]

naoya zenin kys

[meikudan]

why is this so real I’m crine

[satoruined]

18+ mdni

thinking about soft dom!choso who cries during sex.

and really, who can blame him. the heady cocktail of sensation and emotion that comes with being so thoroughly joined to you, body and soul, overwhelms his gentle heart.

your fingers stay laced together, palms warm and a little sticky with sweat. under normal circumstances, it would’ve been unpleasant. those big, bambi eyes of his stare seem to through your soul, as if he isn’t simultaneously rearranging your guts with deep strokes, the engorged tip of his cock kissing your g-spot with accuracy—oh, and the veins do a mighty good job at rubbing against your walls. drunk from bliss, the sudden warm drop of water that lands on your cheekbone startles you.

he’s crying. though he seems to be unaware, more focused is he on pounding you into the mattress—with love, of course. eyebrows scrunched, body trembling like a leaf in high wind, choso is totally enraptured by the sensation of your cunt wrapped tight around him as pearlescent tears run down his flushed cheeks.

soft dom!choso, who makes love to you so intensely you both end up in tears. who cups your tear-streaked face with genuine alarm, slipping instantly into protective-lover mode, apologising profusely under his breath—for what, exactly? you’ve just had phenomenal sex with the love of your life, but he can be adorably clueless like that sometimes.

[sukuhands]

Frat!Nerd!Gojo x f!reader

MDNI, 18+, 3.4k

(with frat!Kuna, fratvp!Geto and plug!Choso as bystanders)

*You got tired of waiting on your boyfriend*

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The blue light from Gojo's monitor cast shadows across his focused face, his white hair practically glowing in the dim room. You'd been watching him play for the past hour and a half, sprawled across his bed in nothing but one of his oversized hoodies and your underwear, scrolling mindlessly through your phone.

"Yo, Satoru, you kinda suck right now" Sukuna's voice crackled through the Discord call, dripping with amusement.

"Shut up, I'm carrying this team," Gojo shot back, fingers flying across his keyboard. His gaming chair creaked as he leaned forward, completely absorbed in whatever battle was happening on screen.

You could hear Geto's calmer voice chime in. "Well if you look at the stats—"

"Nobody asked for your nerd analysis, Suguru," Gojo interrupted, though there was affection in his teasing.

Choso's quieter voice added something about strategy, but you'd stopped paying attention to their conversation. Your boyfriend looked stupidly hot when he was concentrating—his jaw set, those ridiculous blue eyes narrowed behind his glasses, the ones he only wore when gaming because contacts dried out his eyes during long sessions.

You'd come over to the house specifically to spend time with him, and here he was, glued to his screen.

"Satoru," you called out sweetly.

"Mmhm," he hummed, not even glancing your way.

You tried again. "Baby."

"Yeah, one sec—fuck, Choso are you serious!"

Rolling your eyes, you slid off the bed and padded over to him. You draped yourself over his shoulders, pressing your chest against his back, letting your hands trail down his torso. He was wearing that grey compression shirt that showed off every line of his athletic build—the one that drove you crazy.

"Satoru," you whispered directly into his ear, letting your breath ghost across his skin.

He tilted his head slightly, giving you a distracted kiss on the cheek. "Babe, just let me finish this match, okay?"

Through the headset, you could hear Sukuna cackling. "Is that your girl? Tell her we're in the middle of something important."

"Very important," Geto added dryly. "Life or death, really."

Your eyes narrowed. Oh, you'd show them important.

You pulled away from Gojo, and he immediately refocused on the game, already forgetting you were there. But instead of returning to the bed, you dropped to your knees and crawled under his desk.

The space was cramped, his long legs taking up most of the room, but you managed to position yourself between his thighs. He was wearing those grey sweatpants—the slutty ones that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.

Your hands slid up his calves, then his thighs, and you felt him tense slightly.

"What’re you—" he started, glancing down, but then Sukuna was shouting something about an enemy push and his attention snapped back to the screen.

You traced your fingers over the growing bulge in his sweatpants, feeling him already starting to harden under your touch. His leg bounced once—nervous energy—but he kept playing.

"You good, Gojo?" Choso's voice came through, quieter than the others. "You seem distracted."

"I'm fine," Gojo said, but his voice was slightly strained.

You palmed him through the fabric, applying more pressure, and were rewarded with the tiniest hitch in his breathing. His hips shifted forward, seeking more friction. You dragged your hand slowly down his length, feeling every inch of him straining against the thin material, then squeezed at the base before stroking back up with deliberate slowness. A low, strangled sound escaped his throat—something between a gasp and a groan— you felt his cock pulse against your palm.

His thighs trembled slightly as he tried to maintain his composure, but the way his hips kept twitching upward into your touch betrayed exactly how much he was struggling to focus on anything but your hand wrapped around him.

"Doesn't sound fine," Sukuna taunted. "Sounds like you're choking."

"I'm not—" Gojo's protest died as you hooked your fingers into his waistband and tugged down. He lifted his hips automatically, helping you, and you freed his cock from the confines of his sweatpants.

He was already hard, flushed and straining, and as you wrapped your hand around him, you felt him twitch desperately in your grip. You started with slow, teasing strokes, base to tip, using the generous amount of precum already beading at his slit to ease the glide, your thumb brushing over the sensitive head with each upstroke.

His cock was hot and heavy in your palm, throbbing with each beat of his racing heart, and you could feel every ridge and vein as you worked him with deliberate, maddening slowness. The wet sounds of your hand moving along his length filled the small space under the desk, and he let out a shaky, broken moan—the kind that made it clear he was barely holding it together.

"Fuck," Gojo breathed out, and you heard the clicking of his mouse become more erratic.

"What's wrong?" Geto asked, and there was something knowing in his tone.

"Nothing, just—shit—almost died."

You increased your pace, twisting your wrist the way you knew he liked, and his thighs tensed on either side of you. One of his hands dropped from the keyboard to grip the armrest of his chair, knuckles white.

Through the headset, you could hear the sounds of the game—explosions, gunfire, their teammates shouting callouts. But you were focused on the way Gojo's cock was throbbing in your hand, the way his breathing was getting progressively more labored.

Then you leaned forward and dragged your tongue along the underside of his shaft, from base to tip.

"Jesus Christ," Gojo gasped, and his chair rolled back slightly before he caught himself.

"Yo, what the fuck are you doing Satoru?" Sukuna's voice was sharp with interest now.

"Nothing! Nothing, I just—lag. Bad lag."

You smiled against his skin before taking him into your mouth—just the tip at first—swirling your tongue around the head. His hand immediately flew to your head, fingers tangling in your hair. He wasn't pushing, just holding on like he needed to anchor himself to something.

"Your mic is picking up some interesting sounds," Geto said, and you could hear the smirk in his voice.

"Is it? I don't—ah—it’s been doing weird stuff lately."

You took him deeper, hollowing your cheeks to create more suction as you bobbed down his length, feeling him throb and pulse against your tongue. His hips bucked up hard, forcing himself deeper into your throat, and you gagged around him—a wet, obscene sound that echoed in the small space under the desk.

He bit down on his fist to stifle the desperate moan threatening to spill out, his entire body shaking as he fought for control, sweat beading on his forehead. The wet sounds of you working him were absolutely filthy, your saliva coating his cock as you took him deeper still, your throat constricting around him.

He was barely breathing, jaw clenched so tight you could see the muscle twitching, every fiber of his being screaming to thrust into your mouth while simultaneously terrified that his friends would hear exactly what was happening to him.

"Sorry, sorry," he muttered, and you weren't sure if he was talking to you or his friends.

"Did you just apologize to your computer?" Sukuna asked, laughing now. "Gojo, are you—"

"Shut up, I'm trying to concentrate."

"To concentrate on the game or...?" Sukuna's voice came through, dripping with amusement, and you could practically hear the massive grin on his face. The ellipsis hung in the air like he knew exactly what was happening under that desk.

He was failing miserably. His gameplay had become completely erratic—you could tell by the frustrated sounds from his teammates, the way Geto kept having to cover for him.

You established a rhythm, bobbing your head, taking him as deep as you could manage. Your hand worked what didn't fit in your mouth, and your other hand slipped up under his shirt, nails dragging across his abs. He was trembling now, his thigh muscles jumping under your touch.

You pulled off him with an obscene pop, replacing your mouth with your hand, stroking him fast and firm. "You're not being very subtle, baby," you whispered, quiet enough that only he could hear.

His eyes darted down to you, wide and panicked, his pupils blown with arousal despite the mortification flooding his features. *Are you serious right now?* his expression screamed, a mix of exasperation and disbelief that you were continuing while Sukuna was clearly onto you both.

But even as he shot you that look—that desperate, pleading *stop* that wasn't really a stop at all—his hips betrayed him, twitching upward into your mouth.

"Gojo's camera is shaking," Choso observed quietly, and you could hear the slight rasp in his usually monotone voice. "Are you... okay?"

"Fine," Gojo gritted out. "Perfectly fine. Just—fuck—just need to focus."

But before he could do anything, you took him back into your mouth, deeper this time, and his hand slammed down on the desk.

"Holy shit," he breathed.

There was a moment of silence on the Discord call, and then—

"Alright," Geto announced. "I don’t even wanna know, I’m muting you."

"Wait, what—" Gojo started, but his voice broke into a moan as you sucked hard.

"I'm not seeing anything," Choso said quickly, but his voice was noticeably higher than usual. "I'm just... focusing on the game. Very focused. On the game."

Sukuna's laugh was low and dirty. "Oh, this is fucking priceless. Keep going, Gojo. You're doing great, buddy."

"Fuck off—oh god—"

You could feel him getting close, his cock pulsing in your mouth, his breathing ragged. His hand in your hair tightened, and his hips started moving in shallow thrusts, fucking into your mouth despite his attempts to stay still.

And then you heard it—the faint sound of his mechanical keyboard, the specific way it sounded through his mic. And you realized that if they could hear that, they could definitely hear the wet sounds of your mouth on him, your soft hums of satisfaction.

They knew. They absolutely knew.

And god, that made it so much hotter.

You doubled your efforts, taking him deeper, faster, one hand massaging his balls while the other gripped his thigh. You looked up at him through your lashes and found him staring down at you, his face flushed, glasses slightly fogged, mouth open as he panted.

"Babe," he warned, voice wrecked. "I'm gonna—I'm close—"

"Sounds like you're about to win," Sukuna drawled, and the innuendo was so obvious it was almost painful.

Gojo's eyes went wide, his gaze snapping to his monitor that he had forgotten about for a moment. His hand flew to his mouse, clicking frantically. "Shit, shit, hold on—"

You watched from below as he fumbled with his controls, his hand shaking as he tried to navigate Discord while you continued working him with your mouth. He was so close, his thighs trembling on either side of you, but panic had seized him.

"Just muting real quick," he gasped out, clicking something. "Camera shut—there!"

The Discord window disappeared from his screen, leaving just his game visible.

He slumped back in his chair with a shaky exhale of relief, his hand returning to your hair. "Okay," he breathed. "Okay—shit—you really choose your moments huh?"

You hummed, eyes going up, and from the corner of your eye you could still see the little green light on his webcam. Still active. Still recording.

Your eyes widened in realization—he hadn't muted anything. He'd just closed the Discord window. The call was still running in the background, his mic still hot, his camera still broadcasting .

And he had no idea.

"Fuck, baby," he moaned, louder now, thinking he was safe, his voice desperate. His hips bucked up hard into your mouth, losing every shred of the control he'd been desperately maintaining, and you gagged slightly as he hit the back of your throat.

"God, that feels so fucking good—don't stop, don't you dare stop—"

His head fell back against the chair, exposing the long line of his throat as his mouth dropped open in a silent gasp. His cheeks were flushed a deep pink, spreading down his neck and disappearing beneath his collar, and a thin sheen of sweat made his skin glisten in the monitor's blue glow.

His white hair was completely disheveled now, and his eyes—god, his eyes were half-lidded and glazed over, glasses hanging low on his nose, pupils blown wide, with desperate need as they struggled to focus on anything.

His thighs trembled on either side of your head, muscles visibly tensing and releasing with each shuddering breath. His hand gripped your hair almost painfully as he thrust upward again, his whole body arching off the chair, chasing the wet heat of your mouth with shameless desperation. His jaw went slack, then clenched tight, then slack again as waves of pleasure rolled through him, his chest heaving with ragged breaths.

On his webcam—still broadcasting to his friends—they could see everything. The way his neck strained, tendons standing out as he fought between maintaining some shred of composure and total surrender. The way his free hand white-knuckled the armrest of his chair. The complete devastation written across his flushed face as his eyes rolled back slightly, lashes fluttering. He looked absolutely wrecked, completely undone, every desperate sound and broken moan crystal clear through his still-active mic.

The obscene sounds of your sucking, the wet slickness, his broken moans—it was filthy, and he was completely unaware that every single sound, every desperate expression, every moment of him falling apart was broadcasting clearly to his poor friends.

You should tell him. You really should, but how could you when your mouth was already full?

The thrill that shot through you at the thought that they could still hear everything, still see him falling apart, god it made you wet. You hollowed your cheeks and sucked harder, taking him deeper, and his head fell back with a broken groan.

"Yes, fuck, just like that—"

Then, faintly, from his headset still around his neck—close enough that you could hear it—came Sukuna's voice, dripping with amusement: "Wow, Gojo, your mic quality’s really good, truly makes me feel like I’m living this through first person view."

Gojo froze.

"What the fuck—" His head snapped forward, staring at his screen in horror. The Discord window was gone,"No, I closed—I muted—"

"Did you though?" Sukuna's laugh was wicked. "Because I'm getting a great show here. Well, not great—can't see the main event—but your face is really telling a story, man."

"Oh my god," Gojo choked out, his hand scrambling for his keyboard, trying to pull the Discord window back up. "Oh fuck, oh fuck—"

But you didn't stop. You couldn't stop. The mortification on his face, the way his cock was throbbing in your mouth, the knowledge that his friends were hearing his desperate attempts to salvage the situation—it was too perfect.

"Babe, stop, they can—oh god—" His protest died as you did something particularly wicked with your tongue, and a strangled moan tore from his throat.

"Yeah, we can definitely still hear you," Geto butts in, and even his usually calm voice sounded strained, “and see you.." “And I thought—ah!— you muted me?” Gojo shoots back at Geto right away, who suddenly became very quiet from getting caught.

"Rookie mistake," Sukuna added gleefully. "But please, don't let us stop you. You're so close to winning after all, don’t mind us."

"I'm gonna—fuck—I can't—" Gojo was clicking frantically now, finally finding the Discord window, his face burning red as he saw his camera was still on, his mic still unmuted. "Fucking shit—"

The Discord call disconnected with a sharp click.

And then, from the other side of the wall in Sukuna’s room—you heard a loud, frustrated, "No! Fuck!"

You sucked hard one more time, hollowing your cheeks and taking him as deep as you could, and he came with a broken, guttural moan that echoed through the room.

His whole body went rigid, back arching off the chair as his cock pulsed violently in your mouth, spilling hot and thick down your throat. The sheer volume overwhelming, but you didn't pull back—you swallowed desperately, working him through it even as tears pricked at your eyes from the intensity.

His hips jerked up involuntarily, fucking into your mouth with shallow, desperate thrusts as he emptied himself completely, his hand fisted painfully tight in your hair, holding you in place. "Fuck, fuck, fuck—" he gasped out, his voice wrecked and raw. The taste of him flooded your senses—salty and bitter.

His cock throbbed and pulsed against your tongue with each lap of your tongue, you could feel him shaking, completely undone, as you milked every last drop from him until he was hissing and twitching at the oversensitivity, his grip on your hair loosening as he slumped back, utterly spent.

Gojo was breathing hard, slumped in his chair, staring at his now-dark monitor in horror. "They knew," he said faintly. "They fucking knew. They could see—they could hear—oh my god."

You crawled out from under the desk, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, grinning up at him. "Yeah that ain’t good." You exaggerated an exhale, sounding a little too sarcastic.

His eyes snapped to you. "You KNEW?"

"Of course I knew, kinda was the point."

"I—you—" He seemed torn between mortification and arousal, his face bright red. "I live with these people!"

"Mmhm." You stood up, stretching, letting his hoodie ride up to show your underwear. "And now they all know how good your girlfriend makes you feel. You're welcome."

He grabbed you, pulling you into his lap, and you could feel he was already starting to get hard again. "You're gonna ruin me," he muttered against your neck.

"You love it."

"I—" He paused, then laughed, the sound slightly hysterical. "Okay, yeah sure, that was hot as fuck. But I'm never going to hear the end of this."

As if on cue, his phone buzzed. Then again. And again.

He picked it up, and you peered over his shoulder at the group chat.

**Sukuna:** that was the hottest thing i've ever almost see, PISSED you disconnected

**Geto:** I’m don’t even have words for this right now.

**Choso:** ...

**Choso:** I need a minute

**Sukuna:** you lucky motherfucker

**Sukuna:** So, tomorrow same time yeah?

**Geto:** You’re disgusting.

**Sukuna:** can you blame me??

Gojo groaned, dropping his phone. "I'm transferring schools. Moving to another country. Changing my identity."

You kissed his jaw, then his neck, feeling him shiver. "Or," you murmured against his skin, "We can finish what we started, properly, in your bed, where there's no audience."

His hands slid up your thighs, gripping your ass. "Except Sukuna's room shares a wall with mine."

"Guess you'll have to keep quiet then." You bit his earlobe. "Think you can manage that?"

"Absolutely not," he admitted, standing up with you in his arms, carrying you toward his bed. "But I'm willing to try."

His phone buzzed again.

**Sukuna:** i can hear you two, the walls are THIN. i'm SUFFERING.

**Sukuna:** actually no wait keep going

**Geto:** I'm blocking this chat.

**Choso:** ...I’m

**Choso:** you guys just have fun

**Sukuna:** I know you’re enjoying that shit too Cho

Gojo tossed his phone across the room, and it landed somewhere on his floor with a thud. "Deal with them later," he decided, laying you back on his bed, crawling over you with that predatory grin that made your stomach flip. "Right now, I need to return the favor. And unlike some people, I actually get to see the rest of it."

From down the hall, muffled through walls: "Fuck off!"

You both dissolved into laughter, and then his mouth was on yours, and you forgot all about Discord calls and thin frat house walls and everything except the way he touched you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered.

Though later, much later, after you'd both collapsed in a satisfied heap, you'd check your own phone and find that Sukuna had somehow gotten your number and sent you a single message: "respect. absolutely diabolical. 10/10 no comments."

You'd send back a winky face, and Gojo would groan and bury his face in your neck, muttering about betrayal and conspiracy.

But he was smiling really.

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short and sweet fratnerdjo gaddaaamn

©sukunas-bi

[meikudan]

dude this was so good holy

[merakidoll]

zoro squeezed his cock, eyes trained on the two in front of him. he watched connie’s ass clench as he fucked into you. one of his legs up, socked feet digging into that mattress he shared with his wife. zoro loved you dearly, so much so that he would allow the pool boy to play with your pretty cunt. “she likes when you slap her ass” connie looked back at the older man, platinum blond hair looking natural with his skin tone. he looked back at you, your ass clapping against his dick, then slapped it hard; making sure to slap the area where zoro’s name was tattooed.

he heard the older man grunt when you cried out hiccuping on your spit. he looked back in approvle never stopping his movements. his balls slapping against your pussy and dick molding against your gummy walls. zoro bit his lip, chubby thumb rubbing over his mushroom tip swiping the pre cum down himself, and squeezing. “you like that pretty baby?” he watched you with a smirk, your eyes dead to anything, taking all of the dick connie had to give. spit dripping from the corner of your mouth, and your bonnet was half way off your head. you tried humming, nodding, anything but your brain was too dead. you could only moan. “connieee” “r-roroooo - fuck!!” but nothing else.

your creamy pussy was a mess, cream on your pussy lips; in between your ass cheeks, on connie, still leaking from your hole. sweat dripped down the pool boys toned body. you hips rocked at a steady pace, his toes curling in his sock. connie was concentrated. he would never admit it but you were the best pussy he’s ever had, it all made sense why zoro always had you close by. his lips wanted to move to scream how he loved you, how he wanted to fuck into you everyday but he wouldn’t dare ruin what was happening. standing from his seat zoro walked over to the bed. his hand still strocked his cock as he walked, tall frame standing to the side getting a better look at the mess you two created.

“hmm, she’s close” connie hummed, a moaning coming after when he felt the older man kiss his neck. “are you baby boy?” he rough voice made connie’s dick jerk, connie moaned into him, fucking your pussy and leaning back into your husband feeling his cock rub against his ass. “yea you are” zoro chuckled, answering for connie, his hand was no longer on his dick but exploring the boy, he rubbed over his abs then made his way up, gripping his neck and turning his face. “open” - and connie did; being welcomed with spit and then a nasty kiss. your pussy clenched hearing the smacking of lips and only could imagine what your husband was doing.

one last squeeze of your cunt and you came, body stilling and falling. your knees gave out but connie kept fucking into you. chasing his own orgasm as he kissed zoro, cumming in your pretty pussy while his tongue still lolled around the mans. his breath was caught in his throat, his balls empty, and your cunt full. he pulled back and caught his breath shyness taking over. he didn’t know what to do now, leave? stay? his confusion was shortly lived when zoro nodded to the ground. “we may be older but we’re not old. get on your knees we aren’t done” and you agreed with your husband with a sleepy hmm.

[gojosconsort]

mdni. nanami eating you out in your sleep.

nanami wakes before dawn, the room still dark except for the faint silver leaking through the curtains. you’re curled on your side, breathing slow and deep, one leg hooked over the sheet, the thin cotton of your sleep shirt ridden up to bare the curve of your hip and the soft swell between your thighs.

he watches for a long moment—always careful, always measuring—then shifts down the mattress without sound.

the first touch is his breath, warm against your inner thigh. you don’t stir. he presses a slow, open-mouthed kiss there, then another higher, until his lips brush the seam where leg meets core. your scent is sleep-soft, faintly sweet; it makes his mouth water.

his tongue parts you gently, flat and broad, one long lick from entrance to clit. you twitch, a small sound caught in your throat, still dreaming. he does it again—slower—circling your clit with the tip of his tongue, then dipping lower to taste deeper.

your hips shift, instinctive, seeking.

he eases one finger inside while his mouth stays latched—slow, patient, letting your body yield around the intrusion. you’re warm, slick already from whatever dream held you. he curls the digit, stroking that spot he knows by heart, while his tongue flicks steady circles over your clit.

a sleepy whimper escapes you. your hand finds his hair, pulling slightly. “kento…?” voice thick, slurred with sleep.

he hums against you, the vibration pulling another soft sound from your chest. a second finger joins the first, stretching you open with the same deliberate care he gives everything. he licks harder now, sucking gently, coaxing you higher while his fingers pump in slow, deep strokes.

your thighs tremble, breath hitching. he doesn’t rush. he never does. when you come it’s quiet—back arching off the pillow, a broken moan muffled into your own arm, walls fluttering around his knuckles as slick coats his tongue.

after, he kisses your mound once, then crawls back up to pull you against his chest. “good morning,” he murmurs into your hair. you’re still half-asleep, smiling against his collarbone.

[jaibunni]

Head In The Clouds

Enjin whose eyes had rolled to the back of his head when you’d taken him deep down your throat, deeper than anyone had ever taken him.  He was well aware that his size was more than a little intimidating to most people, the length and girth of his dick scaring away previous partners from giving him any sort of oral attention.  No biggie.  It was actually a point of pride for Enjin, and there were plenty of other equally pleasurable things that could be done to ensure both him and his partner ended the night relieved and thoroughly pleased.  

Enjin who’d been in awe watching each inch of his thick cock disappear down your throat, the wet heat of your mouth taking him with an ease that had his balls tightening.  No gagging.  No retching.  No tears.  Just your eyes looking up at him, bright and shining with pleasure as you reach the end of him, your nose pressing his pubic piercing.  “F-fuuuuck, princess…you didn’t warn me that you didn’t have a gag reflex.”  A smile pulled at the corner of your lips, barely noticeable with the way your lips are stretched around his cock, a mischievous twinkle appearing next to the pleasure in your gaze.  Slowly pulling back, plush lips dragging along his length, you hum in pleasure, tongue peeking out to lick over the tiny steel balls of his freneum piercing.  Just before you pull completely off, you suckle at the bulbous tip, smearing the never ending stream of precum across your lips and tongue.  “Surprise,” you say coyly, strings of pre webbing between your parted swollen lips.  A shiver of anticipation creeps up your spine at the unfiltered heat in Enjin’s eyes.

Enjin who can’t help but think that heaven might actually be here on the Ground.  Nothing else can explain the absolute euphoria he experienced when you, blessedly, took him back between your lips and swallowed him down to the hilt.  Enjin had lost track of time, eyes spending more time in the back of his head, opening occasionally to watch as you kissed, licked, and sucked every inch of his cock.  Your small, curious fingers touched and toyed with his tight balls as you continued to suck the life out of him, your lips and fingers fanning the heat in his stomach into raging flames of pleasure.  At one point, his own curious fingers found your neck and he’d let out a low, feral groan at the feel of his fingers sliding along the obvious impression of his cock pressing against your throat.  You were sucking him off like it was your sole purpose in life.  “Heh…damn, baby, you takin’ care of my cock like it's your jinki.  That it, princess?  My cock your new – shit do that again – new vital instrument?”  You rolled your eyes.  Of course Enjin would be a yapper – and a corny one at that – even with his dick practically digging for treasure down your throat.

Enjin who couldn’t keep up the teasing once you started sucking him harder, faster – swallowing down the seemingly neverending flow of pre even with him still fully buried down your throat.  Clearly, you’d been holding back on him.  Up until now, you’d simply been toying with him – enjoying having Enjin fill every available crevice in your mouth – but now play time was over.  It took an embarrassingly short amount of time for Enjin to reach his limit.  “Fuck, baby, shit, I’m gonna cum–,” he warned.  He grabbed a fistful of your hair to pull you away, but you simply grabbed onto his hips, holding tight as you sucked even faster.  “I can’t– fuckfuckfuckfuuuuuuu-”

Enjin couldn’t hold back any longer.  One more harsh suck and his release crashed over him with all the force of an enraged Trash Beast.  Enjin could feel his cock hitting the roof of your mouth, each violent kick spurting rope after thick rope of cum down your throat.  And through it all you just. Kept. On. Sucking.  You kept sucking, he kept cumming, and you kept swallowing it all.  Wash, rinse, repeat.  It was a vicious cycle of spine tingling pleasure that almost, almost, bordered on pain.  Eventually – finally – Enjin stopped cumming, milked completely dry by lips that were both heaven and hell.

Enjin who’s never experienced an orgasm that powerful – and definitely never from a blowjob – sat on the couch, legs spread, head resting back against the couch, eyes half lidded as they take in the smoke of the cigarette precariously perched between his lips – after he’d shakily lit it and placed it there – curling through the air, utterly relaxed because fuuuuuuuck you’d just sucked the soul out of him. 

Enjin who’s attention is drawn back to you when you make a soft sound of contentment.  Your oral fixation wouldn’t let you just suck him dry and call it a day! Oh no, you shift a bit to make yourself more comfortable between Enjin’s legs, rest your head against one of his muscled thighs, eyes fluttering closed as you keep his now soft cock – even soft he’s still a mouthful – nestled between your plush swollen lips, suckling and kitten licking his warm length.  You stay there, falling in and out of a peaceful doze, as Enjin finishes his cigarette and tries to reset his equilibrium after you thoroughly scrambled his brain.

Enjin who puts a hand on your head, pressing down lightly, but firmly, to keep you in place when you guys hear the door start to open.  He had a good idea of who it was – he’d ignored a call from them earlier, too busy watching you guzzle down his cock to be bothered with answering the private call on his communication choker.  “Aht aht…be a good girl and stay right there, princess.”  He wasn’t too concerned about who would see you as only a few people had the right to enter his room without knocking, and those few people had seen the two of you in much more compromising positions before – especially one in particular.

Gris walked in, quickly closing the door behind him as he took in the scene before him.  You, on your knees, closed eyes slowly opening to reveal a glossy, pleased expression, lips pulled into a subconscious smile around Enjin’s now half hard cock, while Enjin was sitting on the couch, head tilted back, blowing smoke into the air as he stared at the ceiling like he’d just discovered the meaning to life.  Enjin may be greedy, wanting to keep you right where you are, but you still have manners.  So since he wouldn’t let you up, you looked at Gris as he leaned back against the door, and you gave him a little wave of your fingers in lieu of a proper greeting.

Gris just gives you a fond smile, like he’s watching you do something cute and not watching you on your knees openly cockwarming his best friend right in front of him.  “Hi, sweetheart.  Having fun?” You hum and nod in answer.  You and Gris both smirk when you hear Enjin suck in a hiss between his gritted teeth, his hips unconsciously rolling upwards to fuck a little deeper into your mouth at the feel of the vibrations from your hum around his cock.

Gris pushes off the door, moving to sit next to Enjin on his couch, enjoying the details he didn’t notice from the door – your soft lips slick and swollen, the head of Enjin’s chubbed up cock poking against the inside of your cheek, the almost restless way you start shifting as you watch Gris watching you, and the way you keep suckling at Enjin’s cock as if on autopilot.  “Gris, tell Semiu and Corvus we can stop looking for the Angel.  She’s been right here this whole time.” You both roll your eyes.  “That good, huh?” Gris asks as he moves to wipe away a bit of drool leaking from the corner of your mouth, that fond smile still in place.  “Gris, she deepthroated me.  No gagging or retching or anything.  Just took my cock straight to the back of her throat and swallowed it all.  Not gonna lie…I’m feelin a lil religious right now.”

Gris looked at you again, eyebrows raised, that fond smile transforming into a smirk that had your blood warming under your skin.  “Oh?  Did you really take all of him, sweetheart?”  You nod, shifting as you feel your pussy slicking up again.  “Good girl.  That’s very impressive.”  You couldn’t help but preen under Gris’s praise.  Out of the three of you, he was always the one that seemed the most calm and unphased, so being on the receiving end of his praise had your lashes fluttering and your eyes rolling back.

Gris notices your restless shifting and cuts Enjin a sharp look.  “Has she cum, yet?”  Enjin looks away somewhat sheepishly, busying himself with the last few drags of his cigarette.  “Really, Enjin?” Gris questions, flatly.  “What?!  Listen, in my defense, she sucked the life outta me, okay.  I’ve only just recovered.  Honestly, I think my soul is still astral projecting somewhere out in No Man’s Land.”  Gris stared at his friend, decidedly unimpressed with his excuse.  Turning from Enjin, Gris pats your head, eyes soft but with a smile just a little too sharp to be sweet.  “You poor thing.  You did such a good job taking all of Enjin, pleased him so well, and that greedy bastard didn’t even thank you properly.” “Hey!” Enjin squawked, but he was ignored.  “I think you deserve a reward for all your hard work.  Would you like that, sweetheart?”  You nod again, mouth still occupied with Enjin’s now very hard cock.

Gris who, with some very creative maneuvering, lifts you off the ground and positions you so that you’re laying on your stomach across both of their laps.  Enjin’s cock is still in your mouth and you’re already sucking at his fully hard length – Gris could see that you were at the mercy of your oral fixation so he didn’t even bother to pull you off Enjin’s pierced length.  Meanwhile, Gris had you propped up on your knees over his lap, his hand smoothing up the back of your soft thighs, pushing the oversized shirt  – his shirt – you wore up as he went.  “Oh, sweetheart,” he cooed as he took in your bare pussy, dripping juices making it glisten in the low light of the room.  “No panties?  You must really be desperate for some relief.  Enjin, you of all people should know that you have to take good care of your jinki.”  “Oh f-fuck off, Gris,” Enjin snips, but there’s no heat behind the words, too lost in the pleasure of your mouth to be irritated at his friend’s chastising.  “Don’t worry, baby,” Gris soothes, his long fingers spreading your pussy open, exposing you in all your filthy wet glory to his hungry gaze.  “Just focus on taking care of Enjin, and I’ll take care of this pretty girl here.”

the gachiakuta demons are riding my ass HARD. i just barely managed to keep this from spiraling into something bigger. BIG thanks to @blkkizzat aka the other half of my horny braincell for helping me with the divider and text color/format!!! tysm ily pooks!!! accept this as an appetizer while i keep working on the enjin x reader x gris omegaverse fic

tags: @littlemochabunni

[meikudan]

holy shit

[meikudan]

idk why I’m like sooo head over heels for submissive whiny choso like he’s so needy and cute and alshdkshxkshxhs

[merakidoll]

finally reposted this, hope yall like 🎀

having a bad day? ghost and könig are the men to fix it. you were just too sweet to be so mean, your pretty little face and sweet cunt so perfect, with a sugary personality. they didn’t like this side of you, so what better way to fix it then being doubled stuffed. “you got it sugar, deep breaths” you felt so silly. no thoughts behind your eyes just the pleasure. your cunt was already so stuffed by ghost, his cock reaching so deep you felt as tho you could feel it in your heart. but when könig tip poked at your ass, you could no longer think.

although he wasn’t as thick as ghost, könig was long, long and hard and he was going to fix that little attitude. “innnn” he spoke pushing in making you lose your breath and sanity all in one take. you fell onto ghost’s hard chest moaning. “ughhhh” your eyes watered as he pushed all the way in leaving a little room from his base to your ass. “good f-fucking girl” he stayed still letting you get acoustmed to this new feeling. slob falling from your mouth onto the buff chest of the man who also held himself back. taking deep breaths to contain himself from pumping into you.

him and his mate looked as one another with low eyes, words being exchanged with no words, just looks. “whenever you’re ready princess” ghost said it smoothly, he didn’t grit his teeth, the both of them always so patient with you. it took a soft “b-bub” to get them both going. one went in slowly, when the other came out. your sweet grits of pain turned soft and loud with “m-more! moreee”. they definitely didn’t deny you that. ghost imprinting his feet into the mattress grabbing your love handles. he pumped into you hard, his cock making your pussy make little noises, but also making sure könig fucked you just as well.

“h-how does she feel?” he smirked looking at the man who was slowing losing his mind. your ass taking him, and sucking the life out of him. his stomach felt like he could cum any second but he held himself back because this was for you. your brown ass becoming slightly red from his hard grips, what he didn’t realize it that only drove you wilder. your mouth speaking before your mind could think. incoherent words and a clouded brain because you were getting fucked like the good slut you were.

your eyes rolled to the back of your head, black vision seeing stars and rainbows, as one silent scream passed your lips while you squirted over both men. that set them off, finally letting themselves go, as their moans combined releasing their loads into each desired hole. könig fell on both you, and ghost making you get sandwiched, while their coos of how you were their sweet little princess helped you drift off to sleep.

[meikudan]

AHH

[meikudan]

IDK WHO’LL OPT IN FOR THIS BUT LIKE can some1 write a brat taming series for the jjk characters 😖😫

[onismdaydream]

yuji begs to eat you out, his big, pleading puppy eyes making each second you hold out harder. he even drops to his knees and crawls over to kneel between your thighs as you sit on the couch. when you finally give in, he clasps his hands together and closes his eyes, "thank you for this meal."

you smack him upside the head and he promises to not do it again.

[merakidoll]

Rock your body

synopsis ˚ෆ 𐙚 : short stories for some of your favorite Jujutsu kaisen men + Eren Yeager, with their bimbo lover at the gym

tags ˚ෆ 𐙚 :black chubby reader! bimbo reader! oral ( f and m ), backshots, sideways sex, ab riding. lots of cum, and pet name. won’t lie eren’s part is really miren and was for me sooo 🤗

mirah note ˚ෆ 𐙚 :hii! this was really fun, i hope you all enjoy! miren sneak peak at the end - BOWW 🎀 everyone thank sae for proof reading because if they didn’t no telling when this would be out!

✧.* Geto And Gojo - Planks !

like everything— the two boyfies found the gym and you as a competition. you were quite used to this actually, loving how competitive they got and how it was always a win for yourself!so, when they brought you down to the at home gym— telling you to lay on the pretty pink blanket and open your mouth, your little brain couldn’t process what was gonna happen. but you were sooo excited! “princess. me and gojo are gonna see who can do the longest plank while you suck our cocks, okay?” geto talked to you slowly, dumbing down his words so you could understand.

replying to his words with a big smile and glassy eyes. he knew— as always that you were one hundred percent on board. “who’s first, daddy?” the men looked between one another— gojo’s tight gym shorts falling to the ground as he got into position. geto crouched beside you both, watching his twink already have some effect just from your breath blowing over his cock. pressing start going sunk down into your throat, you automatically start gagging around him. your throat contracting against his tip with pre-cum coming out.

“o-oo fuck!” it was barely thirty seconds and gojo’s arms were trembling, dick jerking into your pretty mouth. once you got comfortable with the position and his length, you began to bob your head. spit and cum dripped down your chin as you focused on tasting him, while geto used his thumb to wipe a little of the mixed saliva from your mouth that was going to fall on your dress. he’s looking your in the eyes as he tastes the flavor groaning, head falling back the his hair coming out of the ponytail.

your pussy pulsated. cunt dripping at everything that was happening— mind so clouded with wanting to be touched while also pleasing your men. though, one minute in, gojo started to fuck your face; lewd moans and praises spouting from his mouth. icy blue eyes shut, him cursing to himself because he was close. “s-suck harder baby, righttt SHIT! thereee ohfuck! m’cumming! f-filling my pretty baby’s m-mouth!” you took all of his ropes like a big girl, small chokes from swallowing his cum— still sucking on his red tip. after the feeling has surpassed, gojo fell beside you heavily breathing with his limp cock.

“two minutes? you suck!” you pouted, overestimating gojo’s limits.

✧.* Choso - Push Ups And Pussy Eating !

“c-cho calm down!” your thighs were shaking so much it hurt. the man had been at it for hours, raising his body and lowering himself— using his tongue to bring you so so close then take it away, but the small up he had to do. right now, his tounge fucked in between your gummy walls. your hips pushing against his face making a mess over his pretty features, almost orgasming at the tip of his tongue. but once the feel of pressure bubbled within your stomach— it was taken away.

choso’s moving his face and going up, smirking as he hovered above you. “w-why?” you asked, glossy eyes so doey and sad that it did something to his cock. instead of answering you, he went back down between your legs. softly kissing your thighs before he continued his teasing. but one small kiss to your clit— and he knew there would be no more going back up. choso started to devour your cunt. small tugs at your clits that he let go and licked his way down to your hole that dripped on the gym mat.

he pat himself on the back for his at home gym as he made you fuck him back. pushing your body up and down so he’d slide in and out of your cunt gently. you both were applauded by how much you creamed against his tonguy— his face, along with his mat getting drenched while your body felt like it was on fire.

“what’s next sweetpea? let’s see what we can do while daddy does jumping jacks.”

✧.* Nanami - Squats While Fucking !

his grunts went all throughout the empty gym. you two were actually playing a really dangerous game, but that was all a part of the fun! “you there baby?” nanami’s soothing deep voice whispered in your ear. you could only moan, spit all over the white beater that was drenched in his sweat.

was it weird to say his sweat didn’t taste so bad?

his knees buckled as he went down for another set of ten. his legs muscles flexing as the squat burned him in a delicious way— but the way you bounced on his cock had to be better.

“s’big!” you said almost dreamily. nanami’s touching the sweet sensitive spot over and over which made you feel so foggy. your pussy clamped down on him, as he went down for his final stretch. your hands shaking, pulling at his blond roots— pussy squirting out all of what he made of you. you could only whimper against his neck as his own release was not far fetched. the feeling of getting your cunt stuffed made you daydream about all of the babies you could have for your nana.

“what a good girl for me baby, daddy won’t let that go unnoticed.”

✧.* Toji - Tricep Dips And Backshots !

“f-fourteen!” it was so hard counting exactly how many dips toji was doing— but fuck. the way his pelvis hit your ass brought back your memory. his balls slapped against your cunt lips— your slick dripping down yours and his which ultimately helped his rhythm. toji’s body burned, legs hurting to the point he wanted to tap out. already on his third set of 20’s, but the way your pussy sucked him in had him thinking differently. your cunt clenched around him, your shaky breaks and pushing at his muscular chest to give you one second to gather yourself.

“no, you’re a big girl, take. it.” you could only cry looking up at the gym walls. “f-fourteen nono si-“

“awe, done fucked my baby so dumb.”

✧.* Sukuna - Ab Riding And Weights !

what you were participating in was something that was very dangerous, and of course it had to be sukuna’s idea. while the cool air of his gym blew on your body, you sat on top of him— his abs to be exact. “keep going darlin’ giving daddy the fuel.” he winked at you before lifting the weight again, and that’s when you started to buck your hips. the slick that was there from you cumming once before helping you.

your clit sensitive yet throbbing, your hands pressed against his beefy chest— nails making small scratches because you needed to hold something. “t-too much!” you whined still bucking into his defined body that was making pleasure too much. sukuna finally put down the weight, navigating his hands to your waist and taking over.

“pretty baby just needed daddy’s help.” his cock was hard against the gym shorts from you looking so desperate. your nipples were pretty and hard, that he had to use one hand to play with them. “like that?” he asked, knowing that you loved it. so much that you couldn’t even ask to cum, falling forward as your pussy throbbed. your cream making yet another mess and your face buried deep into his neck as salty tears fell on his skin.

“unt oh. did you ask to cum baby?”

✧.* Eren - Clamshells *MIREN SPECIAL*

“mmm you there bunny?” your babbles and incoherent words made eren chuckle to himself. who know that he could have his cake and eat it too. working out was a stress relief for him, the adrenaline shooting throughout his veins and he would use the rest of the pent up energy on you.

but now he was having a two for one.

while the band was binding his leg, his cock was deep inside of you. you both side ways, eren’s body multitasking: pumping, and doing his leg exercises. you on the other hand felt like you could faint. your pussy so stuffed, and it feeling so so good. your eyes felt crossed, vision blurring as you could feel the mind blowing orgasm at peak.

“p-puppyyy! m’there” you warned, your hole clenching repeatedly until your forbidden juices cotated his pretty length. eren groaned, kissing your forehead to give himself motivation to hold out. he was on his last set; so close. and when he finally reached fifteen he fell onto his back and lifted you on top of him as if you weighed nothing.

“good fuckin’ girl for papa baby” he fucked into you, chasing his high; your nails digging into your palm, trying to contain the screams of pleasure.

“daddy needs you here more often mama”

[meikudan]

mirah never misses I swear

[aakeysmash]

Tattooartist!Sukuna who is so used to being ogled by girls that he’s on the verge of putting his 2 weeks’ notice in. He knows he’s hot, muscular, breathtaking even (like some girl said while sitting on the studio chair and trying to get in his pants), but people piss him off, both men and women. He wishes he could just ink them up and never see them again.

And when he sees you staring at him from across the room he’s sure you’re about to say the same shit every other girl has said in the past three years he worked at the studio. But he’s utterly surprised when, instead, you turn around and close the door behind you.

He waits for you to come back, because you do have a tattoo appointment, but you don’t. That’s why he presses his ear against his door to listen to you trying to reschedule your appointment when there’s another tattoo artist instead.

He gets out and leans on the door, making himself visible, and when the girl at the reception asks you why you want to reschedule you look at him while saying “I just don’t think he’s professional enough to make what I’m looking for.”

And now you’re pissing him off, because he’s good at what he does and he knows it. So he comes closer to you, trying to intimidate you with his height, and slowly challenges you saying how he will get your stencil done for free. If you don’t like it he will personally pay for your tattoo, no matter the price. You accept the challenge, tattoos are super expensive these days, what do you really have to lose?

And that’s how you find yourself in his bedroom getting pounded from the back, your fresh tattoo on your spinal column.

“Thought you said I wasn’t professional enough, mh baby?” He whispers in your ear. “Looks like you enjoyed the tattoo, yeah?”

Between moans you manage to slightly turn around and kiss him on the lips. While you’re still close to his face you smirk.

“Looks like you’re enjoying it more than me.”

You feel his dick jump at your provocative tone, and he picks up his pace while standing back up. He slaps your ass, hard, earning himself a squeal before feeling your pussy cream on his dick.

“Fuck yes I do.”

[meikudan]

yumyum

[slvttyplum]

you breaking down in tears, saying that you're going to pee, but suguru tells you to push it out. this happened almost every time the both of you had sex, suguru would push too deep causing you to think you're having an accident but in reality you're just squirting.

squirting was a foreign concept to you, you never did it when masturbating, and it didn't happen with your exes, but when you were with suguru, he would fuck you with so much force, that your body had no choice but to react and spill out everything you had inside of you.

it wasn't hard to do, but it felt weird whenever it happened, the pure force of it made your body jerk, and what made it even worse was the fact that's suguru was right in your face encouraging it, trying to get you to push everything out until you were physically straining.

suguru loved to see you squirt, his eyes would light up whenever he saw it push out and his ears would twitch when he heard the watery sound, it was so erotic seeing how your body reacted to his. not only that but he loved the fact it was him getting you to do it and him only, your exes could not compare to what he did to you and your body.

“wait suguru stop! i have to see.” pushing his stomach as he slams into you, your eyes watering from the over stimulation and bits of his sweat dripping onto your stomach as your toes curled from the overwhelming pleasure.

it was a hit or miss on whether you were actually going to squirt or if this was the time you were going to embarrass yourself and pee. the fiery pit in your stomach as your eyes squint shut and suguru presses on your lower stomach, the both of you fighting each other.

“come on baby, just let it out.” his voice cooing as he gets closer to your ear and give it a tiny kiss while his hand presses deeper on your stomach, a yelp slipping past your lips and your back arching off the bed. it felt good, a little too good, that's how you knew that this was going to be the day you embarrassed yourself, but suguru thought otherwise.

suguru knew that wasn't piss about to slip out of your pretty pussy, but instead something else. you were beautiful under him squirming, and your eyes squint shut trying to focus in on holding it in, but suguru wasn't giving up.

he continued to press on your lower stomach along with pushing himself deeper inside of you and not moving, the pressure on your sweet spot was enough to send you in a frenzy. crying and begging him to let go and stop, but as cute as your pleading was, he just couldn't.

suguru presses himself into you deeper, and that's when you let go. broken sobs and your fluid rushing out of you, suguru slowly sliding himself out as he rubs your clit slowly and gently.

“there we go… that's my good girl. what'd i tell you?”

[meikudan]

UGHHH

[xuviec]

uncle sukuna and his nephew !!

[ttsukiimi]

˗ˏˋOPEN ARMS! (AND LEGS) ´ˎ˗

୨୧⋆ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ⎯ After your divorce, you’re devastated. Devastated enough to welcome the same man who hurt you with open arms. (And legs!)

୨୧⋆ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 ⎯ Ex-husband!sukuna x fem!reader, smut (mdni), unprotected sx, lowk hate fckking, hair pulling, overstim, sukuna is feening, mention of slight toxic relationship, slight rough & mean!sukuna, light gaslighting, reader referred to as (baby, princess)

“I hate you,” you whimpered through gritted teeth, the absolutely pathetic noise that left you soon after betraying your previous words. Your eyes threatened to fill with tears, and your throat grew a lump you knew was too hard to swallow.

This was all so stupid—you were stupid for welcoming him back into your home.

You questioned your own moral, your self-respect; where did it all go? Maybe he had taken it with him. And with the way he had you acting such a fool, maybe it was right to assume that.

“Y’hate me, baby?” Sukuna mumbled, and you wanted to slap that stupidly hot smirk off his lips, but something in you also wanted to kiss it, caress his face and let him do as he pleased. But you didn’t.

“Inviting you here was a mistake,” you sighed, trying your best to ignore the way chills erupted on your body from just a touch of his hand. Sukuna stroked the supple skin of your cheek and let his thumb roam to your lip, pulling down and watching as the plumpness sprang back in place. His eyes bore into you as he stared down, a mischievous tilt to his head.

“If you think so, why don’t you kick me out?”

Your breath caught in your throat. “I—“

But Sukuna was faster. He had his lips plastered to yours before you could even react, holding your hips so softly in a way that wasn’t him, and that made you melt in his arms. Your knees buckled under the now tenfold weight pushing down on them and he chuckled, deep and taunting.

He pulled back, a string of saliva connecting your lips together. Somehow, he seemed more passionate with you than before.

Had he changed? Had he finally bettered himself? Your heart fluttered in your chest at the thought—albeit against your own will.

And maybe he had changed, but the way he handled you was still the same. All he seemed to want was to use you for his own satisfaction and pleasure.

Which was subsequently why he—seconds after consoling and convincing you that he loved you—had you sprawled out on your bed, stripped of any clothing.

“Wider, f’me, princess,” he ordered, palming himself through his sweats, and you’d be lying if you said that the way that he groped his cock through the material wasn’t captivating. Sukuna crawled onto the bed, making and claiming his rightful place between your legs.

“I missed you, y’know?” he asserted in your ear, cupping your cheeks together to force you to look at him. He let his free hand drift down to your chest, and fondled with your tit, admiring how his palms fit so perfectly around your mound. “Missed these pretty tits too.”

“‘Kuna,” you whined, arching up into his touch so quickly like the movement was ingrained in your brain. You’d been with him for so long, accommodated his every move, it felt wrong not to be with him.

Hence why, out of confusion for your own mental state, you hit him up. However, perhaps this was okay.

Sukuna between your legs, right where he always belonged. Stroking himself with such fervor that it seemed he had been thinking about you too. But he wouldn’t admit it, of course.

“Most of all,” he hummed, snaking his large hand down to your core, cupping your pussy. “Missed this filthy fucking cunt.”

It was all so lewd. His words, his touch, the way he glided the head up and down your sopping folds, coating his tip with your seemingly endless stream of dribbling slick.

"Gonna show you just how much I missed all of you."

And that was the problem. Sukuna wanted you, but not you. He had an obsession with this image of you he created in his head—this perfect wife—which was essentially you, but not.

You also found it hard to love a man that had an insane sex drive. Granted, the dick was heavenly, just not when you weren't in the mood. These little cracks between you drifted you both apart, and that led to the divorce.

With a swift movement, Sukuna had turned you around onto your stomach, propping you up on your knees. He inwardly cursed at how plump your body looked; and was immediately drawn in to smack the malleable flesh of your ass.

Hissing, you turned to glare at him, the complaint about to roll off your tongue caught in your throat as he thrusted in. Sukuna noticed this and rasped, voice so sexily low, and took a handful of your hair. "Shuts you up just like it always does, hm?"

"F-fuck you!" you replied, and one smart remark was all it took for him to have your head shoved into the pillows, rough hands gripping so harshly at your hips.

"'M already doing that, baby." As he pulled your head back by your hair, making sure your eyes held contact with his, sadistically finding satisfaction in the way tears welled in your waterline. Sukuna watched as each ram he drove into you caused your eyes to roll back—your mouth falling agape as soft little ah, ah, ah's fell from your lips.

The sight was unbearable to him, he had to see more, more of that already fucked-out expression taking place on your face. He found his rhythm quickening, the slaps of your bodies becoming more frequent, and your cries became louder.

Sukuna looked down at where you both connected, whistling and smirking to himself at the sight. "Always been so good at takin' dick."

"Mmf—it's easy cause y'r microscopic," you were quick to retort, smiling as you felt his grip on your hair and hips tighten, a little annoyed 'tsk' rolling from his tongue. But he was more than annoyed, he just played along with your little game.

Your cocky grin was wiped off of your face the moment you felt his tip repeatedly ram into your g-spot, stimulating you so much to the point it had you stuttering and your vision blurring. He was essentially taking his anger out on you and your poor pussy, fucking wildly into you like it'd be the first and last time he did so.

"I'm small, huh?" he murmured in your ear, breath fanning past your neck now, smiling against the skin of your shoulder. "I'm fucking small?"

He repeated his question again, though it didn't sound like a question initially, gripping your hair even more tighter.

You whimpered in response, shaking your head no, however, he wanted an answer. Though he knew you were in no state to talk.

"Yeah? Not so small when I'm ruining you." he licked a stripe up to your ear. "And not when I made you cum four times in a row, either, hm?”