୨୧ ― Nanami didn’t enjoy getting rough with you, usually. He was a true gentleman, a romantic soul, and you were his precious treasure- the love of his life who deserved nothing less than the most reverent devotion. The grade one sorcerer always takes pride in being the one to shower you with the delicate love you so richly deserved, treating you with the utmost respect and care.
However, whenever Gojo Satoru is around… all of that tends to go out the window.
Nanami Kento had you pinned against a wall at Jujutsu High, hyper-sensitive tits dragging with each punishing thrust while he drove into you from behind. Your sundress -that infuriating yellow one- bunched around your waist, the same one you claim is innocent, the same dress that made Gojo's eyes wander earlier.
"M-my niiippples!" you mewl as they scrape the rough surface, "c-can’t- I- hah~ I- Ken-to~!"
Nanami's relentless pace had your cervix aching deliciously, your pussy drooling as his swollen cockhead battered that tender spot with precision. Each impact making your whole body tremble, you even swore you could feel the hot gush of precum slicking your walls.
He had asked you several times to dress a little more appropriately if you were to visit him at work… Not that he was a man who minded the outfits you wore, it’s just that-
"Did he touch you?"
His words were harsh and guttural, he knows Gojo, he knows the other man's proclivities, and you, well you're a pretty girl. One that gets hit on a lot… by him.
"N-no!" you sob, the sting of the wall on your sensitive buds driving you insane, his cock filling your cunt up just right, the drag of his veiny shaft against your velvety walls making your eyes cross.
Nanami Kento was a jealous man, and it shows in these moments, the way his hips snap to yours, the way he grips your waist, the way his hand slides from your shoulder to your neck. Applying just enough pressure to make you gasp. This was a side of Nanami only you got to see, the barely contained beast beneath his composed exterior.
"Kennto~ my tummy.." you whimper as he hits impossibly deep, it feels like he’s churning up your insides, trying to fuck into your womb, making your brain scramble.
His hot breath ghosts over your ear, crisp dress shirt rustling against your bare skin, "Isn't this what you wanted?" One strong hand grips your ass, lifting for a better angle, "Showing up here begging for attention..., Was this morning not enough, dear?"
No. It's never enough. You're addicted to everything about him- his controlled power, his clenched jaw when you test him, those perfect strands of hair falling in his eyes when you act like a brat.
"Ah~Al-ways... always m’need you..." you manage between moans, “my Kento~”
He presses tender kisses along your shoulder, a deep contrast to the way he was currently fucking you. He knows you're his alone, his perfectly devoted dear, but still… Gojo always tries. The white hair sorcerer saying things like, "Commme on~ isn’t Nanami sooo old-fashioned? You can have so much more fun with me~!! Come out and play with me sometime." with that dumb expression on his face, the way his eyes would flit from you to Nanami, purposely getting under his skin.
The thought of breeding you right now- fucking a child into your willing womb floods his mind as he fists your hair. How you'd look waddling around heavy with his child, breasts swollen and leaking… Shit… that might cause more unwanted attention.
But still, Nanami himself enjoyed the vision. The thought of you as a mother filled him with a domestic warmth he didn’t know he had, and he was grateful you couldn’t glimpse the rosy blush that spread across his face as he dreamed of sampling your motherly milk. He imagined it would taste like warm honey and fresh cream, rich with nurturing sweetness.
You moan his name so beautifully, and it drives his hand to wonder towards your lower belly, pressing firmly, imaging his seed taking root, a son or daughter kicking happily under his hand.
Nanami's breath was ragged, nearing his end, and the thing that did him in was the sound of your needy little plea, "c-cum in me ~ wanna walk home with y-your cum in me, please!"
With a low growl, he yanks your head back and slams deep, cock pulsing as he empties his hot load inside you, hoping and secretly praying for your womb to drink it up. You can feel each spurt of his sticky cum painting your gummy walls, and it sets you off, your orgasm washing over you as you squeeze around his length.
Your entire body goes limp against the wall, supported only by his strong arms as he catches his breath. His forehead resting against the back of your head, hot panting breaths causing your hair to move as he stays buried in your fluttering heat.
"Sorry…," his voice was soft, his grip loosening.
"For what?" You sigh.
"That was... I got carried away."
"Mmmm... I like it when you get carried away~" You smile.
With a gentle kiss to the top of your head, your gentle Nanami returns, whispering praises he’s only said to you. You're so beautiful, so perfect, and his.
Gojo was a pain, but Nanami Kento, well he was definitely a keeper. And thanks to Satoru, you have a sneaking suspicion that you might become a mommy sooner than later.
after blowing my lovely bf he bends me over and takes what’s his until blowing his load deep inside me! he made sure to make me cum nice and hard like he always does after we ended the recording ;3
This audio starts at the end of us fucking, when I was getting close to comingShe asks to squeeze my dick while I'm deep inside of her, and to come inside of her.
When I finally come she keeps squeezing me and it feels so fucking good.
after blowing my lovely bf he bends me over and takes what’s his until blowing his load deep inside me! he made sure to make me cum nice and hard like he always does after we ended the recording ;3
effortlessly, your older boyfriend flips your position so you’re on all fours —practically throwing you around like a ragdoll, gripping your hips tightly.
"arch that back for me, baby. atta girl," he rasps, pushing his dick back into your sopping cunt. he delivers a sharp smack to your ass as he does, bottoming out inside of you again.
you moan as he re enters, "mnn—so deep." toji smirks in response, planting one foot on the mattress, knee in line with your lower back. "think this is deep, doll?"
that’s all he says before setting a relentless pace once more, cock hitting the deepest, most delicious parts of you that you can’t reach on your own.
"fuuuckk, such a pretty view every time," he says, voice low and slightly breathy — eyes locked onto the sight of your ass rippling from the contact.
you grip the sheets below you, knees almost bucking from the force of your boyfriend’s thrusts. "ohmygod—right there," you mewl, second orgasm approaching.
"right there, huh? gonna cum on my dick again?" toji groans, heavy balls slapping against your skin.
you nod, pressing your face into the soft pillows beneath you, creamy white rings forming at the thick base of toji’s cock.
"that’s my girl, sound so pretty while i’m wreckin’ this tight pussy."
his filthy encouragement has your entire body tensing, pussy fluttering desperately around every thick, veiny inch of his dick.
barely breaking a sweat, he fucks you through it, slowing his thrusts just enough so he can look down at the mess you’ve made on him.
only he sees something he wasn’t expecting… blood.
"y’okay, princess? anythin’ hurt?" he asks, soothing the skin on your hips with his thumbs.
you whine needily, silently begging for more despite your recent orgasm. "keep going, please—don’t s-stop."
toji rocks forwards a few times, gauging your reactions, unsure as to whether he should mention his recent discovery.
he picks up the pace again, the blood allowing him to slide in and out of you even more easily — the sight making his dick throb with need.
you wanted him to continue, oblivious to the situation, the need to be filled by toji’s load clouding your thoughts. he wasn’t about to ruin this for you by mentioning it. it’s not as if a man like toji was even the slightest amount bothered by a little blood, anyway.
so he keeps moving, snapping his hips forward, low groans escaping him the more he nears his own peak. "gonna—hah—fill this pussy up, feel so damn good, baby."
true to his word, toji snaps, thick, warm spurts of cum flooding your cunt. his thrusts slow again as he comes down, hips stuttering slightly as he empties every last drop inside of you.
leaning in, he presses a tender hiss the small of your back, then pulls out completely. you lay there, boneless and satisfied, rolling onto your back.
then, you open your eyes, seeing the surprising mess you’d made on toji’s dick.
seeing your mortified expression, toji cuts in, reassuring you before you can begin apologising or dying from humiliation. "s’okay, sweetheart. i don’t care."
he gets off the bed, taking you in his arms before carrying you bridal style to the bathroom to clean you up. "don’t start apologising, y’hear me?"
you nod, feeling fresh blood trickle down the inside of your thigh along with your boyfriend’s cum.
"why didn’t you mention it? you could’ve told me-" you say, being set down on the bathroom counter as toji flicks the shower on.
"don’t see what good that would’ve done. you were enjoyin’ yourself, ain’t gonna ruin that over a little blood," he responds, completely unphased.
you smile softly as toji steps between your legs, capturing your lips in a reassuring kiss.
.✦ ݁･˖ ℛ.𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 ݁･✧˚. would stay inside his pretty wife, forever if he could. 𝟏𝟖 + 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 ꒰Fem!reader ⋮⋮ Trueform!Sukuna ⋮⋮ p in v ⋮⋮ c-pied ⋮⋮ belly bulge ⋮⋮ intimate sex ⋮⋮ kissing꒱
Sukuna’s chamber was dim, lit only by the faint glow of a single oil lamp that burned low on the far table. The faint glow of flickering flames danced across the wide futon. You're laying on your back in the center of the silk sheets, thighs spread wide around Sukuna’s powerful hips.
The weight of him presses you deep into the bedding, four massive arms caging you in, four crimson eyes stay locked on your face with an intensity that steals your breath with every passing moment.
One of his massive cocks fills your cunt, stretching you open so completely that every tiny shift of his body sends jolts of overwhelming fullness through you. He's been inside you for so long that you've lost all sense of time.
It feels like hours his cock has been keeping you full, letting you feel every inch of him. The burn in your muscles deepening with every breath. Your legs tremble from holding the position you're in.
Sweat cools on your skin. Tiny droplets tracing paths down your sides. Yet the heat radiating from Sukuna wraps around you like a living flame, keeping you warm, while his first cock rests heavy and thick against your tummy. Its warmth seeping into your skin where the fat head is nestled perfectly in the soft dip of your navel. Thick, sticky precum dribbles steadily from the slit, filling that little hollow and spills over where the taut skin beneath your belly grows warmer from inside out. The sensation makes your breath hitch.
You can feel the way your own pussy drips around his second cock, sweet juices soaking his girth and the sheets below with every flutter of your walls. Sukuna felt every little pulse, every flutter of your walls around his massive length. Your cunt's molded itself to him now, gripping him tightly and welcomes him deeper with each subtle shift as you clench helplessly around his massive length, pulsing and squeezing as if trying to pull him in even deeper.
Your fingers are fisted tight in the silk sheets, knuckles white, the fabric's scrunched up in your palms so hard that if you let go, the imprints of your grip would remain. Every muscle in your body felt deliciously sore already. The kind of ache you knew would linger tomorrow and remind you exactly who had claimed you so thoroughly.
Sukuna moves with aching gentleness. He fucked his cock into you slowly. Just a little more with each rock of his hips, pushing a little deeper, then easing back only to press forward again. Every thrust paired with a tender-rough kiss to your neck. He's sucked purple kisses into your skin, marked you as his, over and over again, he can’t help himself.
This was one of those long nights, where he had you right where he wanted you. His version of making love to his sweet wife involved this slow worship. He kissed your beautiful skin. He felt your warmth and revelled in the pace of your heartbeat under his palm. The way your blood circulated throughout your body hypnotized him. It captivated him completely alongside the tight constricting heat of your cunt around his cock.
Wet squelches were significantly audible now, sopping wetness that flowed out thickly from your cunt, made them most prominent in the quiet room. He loved those lewd noises. He loved the scent of you even more. The warm salt of your skin. The sweetness of your hair and the sweet, heady aroma of your arousal that hung thick in the air around you both. His eyes traced every detail of you.
The heat across your cheeks. The way your lips trembled. The subtle sheen of sweat making your breasts glisten. He noticed how your nipples peaked in the cool air, noticed the rapid rise and fall of your chest. The soft thrumming of your heartbeat under his fingertips calmed him. Love made him drink in all of it. You were his. Utterly and perfectly his.
By now, you started to whine as the pressure built unbearably.
“s'too much...haaah...Sukuna-” The words left your lips high pitched and dazed. Voice coming out soft and breaking on little incoherent babbles when another slow thrust nudged his thick cockhead against that deep, sensitive gummy-soft spot inside you.
Sukuna shushed you gently, lips brushing your ear. “Shh, little wife. I know. I know it stretches you so full. But you are taking me so well. Just a little more. Let me feel you.”
His crimson eyes drank in every detail of your face, the way your lashes fluttered, the way your lips parted on little gasps as he rocked into you more intentionally but tenderly. He knew he was big. Everything about him was. He always tried so hard not to overwhelm you. Yet the stretch of his huge cock already did that. Your body always tried its hardest to take him. It fluttered and clenched around him. You wanted to cum.
The need to is excruciating but his resilience held him back from fucking you roughly. He wanted to savor you first and only then he'd make sure to fill you full with his cum, and leak him for days. Pump load after load into you and watch your lower tummy swell with him. It was always so much. It always had been and always will be.
Right now, he savoured you. You kept taking him deeper and deeper, then his gaze left your face. He looked down at your body, eyes focused on your breasts. The slight movement of them every time you heaved for air entranced him.
The way Sukuna took his time was excruciating. One of his lower hands trailed from your shoulder down your sweat-slicked skin, cupping the soft weight of your breast. He stroked it tenderly, thumb brushing over the nipple before pinching it lightly and tugging the stiff bud. It grew firmer instantly under his touch, so sensitive and soft.
You arched with a quiet cry, and Sukuna groaned low in his throat as he leaned forward to capture your nipple between his lips, mouth closing around it tenderly as he sucked gently at first, with slow devotion. Then harder, tongue swirling and teasing around the taut bud while his hips continued those shallow, devastating thrusts.
Pleasure coiled tighter inside you. Slowly, his hands moved down, two big palms finding purchase on your soft curves. His eyes followed the expanse of your body as he gripped your waist lightly, both thumbs pressing on the swell there, his first cock still resting on your lower tummy, smearing thick, warm precum on your skin.
He massaged the sticky mess, thumbs rubbing slow circles on your bloated lower tummy. Feeling his other cock under your skin, shift as he moved and began fucking into you deeper with purpose, now that he had a proper hold on you. Pulling you down on his cock to meet his thrusts.
You cried out. It felt so good, yet it was too much. The fat tip of his cock meeting the puckered tight entrance of your cervix, bullying it sweetly. More and more, it yielded gradually. You felt him so deep. So impossibly deep. Body trying so hard to take him. Your walls fluttered and clenched, milking his thick cock with every movement. The pressure built inside you, excruciatingly perfect, until it finally broke.
The intensity crashed over you. You came hard, body shaking as your pussy milked his cock with powerful spasms. Sweet juices gushing around him. Sukuna's control finally snapped. He held you tighter, four arms wrapping around your trembling body as he fucked into you with desperate, deep strokes claiming you completely.
His second cock rubbed hot and heavy against your tummy, smearing more precum across your skin. With a guttural growl he buried himself to the hilt and came. Heavy pulses of thick cum flooded the narrow channel of your cunt. So much of it. Your lower belly swelled visibly with the warmth of him. You felt every spurt, every throb, walls milked him greedily, drawing out every drop as he emptied himself inside you.
He stayed buried deep, arms cradling you close while the last tremors ran through both of you. His forehead pressed to yours. Crimson eyes soft in the dim light as he looks at you with something close to wonder.
“My perfect wife,” he murmured, voice rough and low. One hand stroked your swollen tummy, he pressed gently feeling the evidence of his release there. “So full of me. So good for me, always.”
You whimpered softly. Your cunt still fluttering around his cock. Yet you smiled up at him, arms wrapping around his neck. Sukuna kissed you slow and sweet, savouring the taste of your lips. The warmth of your breath. The way your body yielded so completely to his. He noticed the way your lashes brushed your cheeks when your eyes closed. He noticed the faint tremor in your thighs still wrapped around him. Noticed how your pulse slowed under his palm. Every detail etched itself into him. His wife. His light in the endless darkness.
He would stay like this for a while longer, still warm against and inside you, savouring every pulse, every shared breath, every quiet moment where the King of Curses could simply hold his beloved wife and feel utterly at peace. Outside, the night continued on. Inside, wrapped in each other, time held no meaning. Only love and the burn of pleasure remained.
Geto and Gojo softdomming and babying reader… nsfw 18+ mdni.
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laying with your back against Gojo’s chest, legs spread, Geto’s head nestled between your thighs. Geto’s blinking up at you with those dark eyes while he mouths lazily at your cunt - running his tongue flat up the length of your slit, pressing sloppy kisses to your clit. One big hand wrapped around your thigh and the other splayed over your lower belly, pinching gently at the soft skin there.
You pant and writhe against the firm unwavering expanse of Gojo’s chest behind you, all while he peers over the curve of your belly and coos a string of filthy words into your ear. “shh I know baby, I know, just feels so good doesn’t it?” purred between hot open-mouthed kisses, voice thick with faux sympathy as he nibbles at your throat and lets his hands roam - groping greedily and pinching at every bare inch of your body while you lose yourself in the practised swirl of Geto’s tongue…
i forgot to add but the idea of Gojo sliding his fingers over your eyes in a makeshift blindfold and holding them there so you can’t see what Geto’s doing no matter how much you buck and squirm… hnnnnghnnn…
♯ uh oh! looks like your coworker managed to ruin your day again! you've been coming home with the same sour attitude all week, and while nanami has been patient.. even he has his limits. twt link
nanami sighed, the sound heavy and resonant in the quiet of the living room. you were draped across his lap, the fabric of his oversized shirt riding up to your waist, leaving your lower half exposed save for a pair of thin, pink cotton panties. your hips were angled perfectly for him, and your skin was humming with a fierce, throbbing heat.
smack!
you let out a sharp cry, your fingers gripping the fabric of his trousers. the sound of his palm meeting your flesh was loud, echoing through the room.
"kento! that hurts," you whimpered, your brows knitting together as you instinctively recoiled. he merely sighed, gently but firmly guiding you back into place as though your protest hadn't changed his mind in the slightest.
"i believe we discussed this, didn't we?" nanami’s voice was calm, devoid of anger but laced with a stern, unwavering authority. "the moment you step through that door, the frustrations of your café stay outside. yet, for five days straight, you've walked in here and projected your irritation onto me. i will not tolerate a foul attitude in my home."
"i can't help it!" you cried, your words barely audible through the cushion you had buried your face against. your vision swam with tears, warm droplets staining the fabric.
"he’s just— he’s such a prick, ken! he undermines everything i do, and i just—"
smack!
"your coworker's incompetence is not an excuse for your insolence toward me," he interrupted, his hand lingering on your asscheek for a moment, feeling the heat radiating from the skin. ever so often, he’d shift his weight, ensuring you were pinned firmly against his thighs. "now, are you going to continue making excuses, or are you going to apologize for how you've spoken to me this week?"
"i’m sorry," you mewled, your voice barely holding together. another wave of tears blurred your vision, spilling freely despite your attempts to hold them back. "i’m sorry, ken—”
smack! smack!
"ah!— easy!" you protested, letting out a small yelp as you instinctively tensed.
nanami didn't answer immediately. instead, he let his hand slide from your reddened cheek down to the center of your heat. and through the thin cotton of your panties, he began to rub you, his palm applying a slow, rhythmic pressure that made your breath hitch. the contrast was dizzying—the stinging fire on your backside and the sudden, mounting pleasure between your legs.
"you’re so worked up," he murmured, his voice dropping an octave, becoming a low vibration you could feel against your hip. "your heart is racing. is it the anger, or is it this?"
you drew in a shaky breath, instinctively falling quiet as you tried to steady yourself through the pain.
smack!
“answer me, honey. don’t go all quiet on me.”
"both!” you squeaked, toes curling while you arched your back instinctively into his touch. "feels so good..”
"it feels good because you know you've been bad," he countered. not even a second later, he shifted his hand, hooking two fingers under the elastic waistband of your panties and tugged them aside just enough to gain access.
“what are you—”
a strangled moan left your mouth as he buried his fingers deep inside you without giving you any time to adjust.
“oooh fuuuck.. kentooo..”
you were already slick, your body betraying your frustration and turning it into raw desire. he moved his fingers with a methodical precision, curling them upward to hit the sensitive spot that made your toes curl and your vision swim.
"look at me," he commanded.
“i— i can’t—”
smack!
you yelped out his name yet again and quickly twisted your head back, looking up at him through tear filled eyes. nanami looked down at you, his expression still stern, though his eyes had darkened with a hunger he usually kept tightly controlled.
"do you understand why this is happening?" he asked, his fingers continuing to pump steadily inside you, stretching you open.
"yes," you breathed, your voice trembling. "because i— i was mean! because i took it out on you!”
"correct."
he paused his fingers for a second, only to deliver one more sharp, stinging slap to your red ass. you shrieked, the shock of the pain causing you to clench around his thick fingers. "and since you're so stressed from work, i think it's only fair that i help you release all that tension. right here. right now, yeah?"
his thumb began grinding against your nub while his fingers worked deep inside your soaking wet walls.
"kento, please.. im gonna—“
"not until i tell you," he whispered, leaning down to press a firm, possessive kiss to the nape of your neck. "tell me you'll be a good girl tomorrow. tell me you'll leave that man's ghost at the door."
"i will! i promise!" you cried out, your hips bucking wildly against his hand. "i'll be good! just please, don't stop!"
nanami let out a small, satisfied hum, his fingers accelerating into a blur of desire and satisfaction.
"that’s my girl."
i need him so bad bro 🤤🤤🤤🤤 ok so basically ive been wanting to post this for a while but i never got to editing it BUT i finally have r u proud of me
