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Hunny ! 24 ! BLK ! Slow at writing but quick with ideas, just wait for me >.<

I only write for jjk right now but that might change ! characters: nanami, toji, gojo, more coming soon...

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Kento Nanami

CHAPTERED

Flustered (WIP): one two

DRABBLES

*most of these are suggestive

domestic fluff ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ marriage proposal ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ sir?

Toji Fushiguro

DRABBLES

*explicit content

toxic ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ mundane things

Satoru Gojo

DRABBLES

*suggestive content

paypig kinda

Nanago (Gonana)

showing everyone that they're together

[gojodickbig]

sukuna painting you. (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ

the room smelled faintly of ink and sandalwood, the air warm from the brazier in the corner. you were sitting on a small wooden stool, trying your hardest not to fidget while sukuna stared at you from across the room. well — glared, technically. he always looked like he was glaring.

“hold still,” he muttered, the tip of his paintbrush hovering over parchment. his pink hair was tied back loosely, a few strands falling over his forehead. two of his arms were busy with the painting, one holding the parchment steady, the other guiding the bristles, while the other two rested casually on his lap — one drumming impatiently against his thigh.

“you’ve said that five times already,” you mumbled, a bit annoyed.

you’d been sitting still for almost four hours already. your back ached and your legs felt like they didn’t belong to you anymore.

“and yet you still cannot follow a simple command.”

his tone was sharp but not cruel — more like he didn’t know how else to talk. you’d learned that about him by now.

“it’s hard when you keep staring at me like that,” you said quietly, shifting your weight.

sukuna’s eyes flicked up. “like what?”

“like you’re about to kill me for breathing too loud.”

he snorted. “you are a pain, woman,” he muttered, dipping the tip of his brush into ink again. “and yet i still decide to paint you. what does that make me?” he said, talking more to himself than to you.

“a masochist,” you said and then clamped your mouth shut when he raised a brow at you.

“you speak boldly, little one.”

you tried to hold back a laugh, watching him lower his gaze again. each stroke moved in smooth, precise motions, his movements almost hypnotic. every now and then, his eyes would dart back to your face, studying you so intently it made your chest tighten.

“what are you thinking about?” you asked softly after a while.

“silence,” he said, not looking up. “you’ll ruin the shape of your lips if you speak.”

“but i’m bored,” you whined, swinging your foot a little despite his warning. “you’ve been painting forever. my arms are stiff, my legs are numb and i think my soul has left my body.”

“it’s almost finished,” he said after a pause. “no need to be so dramatic.”

“you said the same thing two hours ago! i can’t feel my body anymore!”

“i told you to not speak, woman. look what you’ve done,” he said under his breath, dipping the tip into the ink again. “must you ruin every line i draw?”

“sorry,” you whispered, though you didn’t sound sorry at all.

he clicked his tongue but didn’t say anything else. the silence stretched between you again. the only sound was the gentle scratch of the bristles against the parchment and the occasional rustle of his robes.

one of his lower hands reached absentmindedly for the cup of tea beside him, bringing it to his lips without even glancing away from the painting. he looked so effortlessly regal like that — four arms moving in harmony, his expression calm but focused, crimson eyes burning with something ancient and quietly intense, like fire caught behind glass.

after a few moments, you tilted your head slightly. “why did you even choose me for this? you could paint anyone in the palace. someone actually graceful.”

he didn’t answer immediately, just dipped the brush again and kept working. “because,” he said finally, his voice annoyed like always, “you do not pretend to be graceful. you simply are what you are.”

you blinked. “is that supposed to be a compliment?”

“take it as you want,” he said, eyes flicking up briefly before returning to the parchment. “i merely find your face . . . interesting to capture. it lacks vanity.”

“‘interesting’? wow, thank you,” you said dryly.

he rolled his eyes, feigning indifference to your undisciplined tone.

“done,” he said at last after a while, setting the paintbrush down with a sigh and stretching his fingers as the tension drained from his shoulders. his eyes lingered over the parchment one last time before flicking toward you.

you exhaled in relief. “can i see?”

“no.” his voice was firm and almost too quick — like he’d been expecting that question and already decided to deny you.

you blinked. “no?”

he walked over with the parchment held just out of your reach. “it is not yet worthy to be seen,” he said, a faint smirk threatening his lips as he watched you pout.

“oh come on, i’ve been sitting still for hours! i deserve to see it!” you reached for it, but one of his free hands pressed gently to your forehead, keeping you back with almost no effort.

“patience, woman,” he murmured. “you’ll see it when i say you may. not before.”

you frowned up at him for a brief moment.

“you’re enjoying this,” you accused.

“perhaps.” he turned slightly, tucking the painting under his arm. “and perhaps i do not wish you to see how much you have distracted me. i am no poet — my hand falters when the subject smiles.”

you went quiet, warmth blooming in your chest. “that’s kind of sweet, you know.”

he huffed, clearly irritated with himself now. “do not speak such nonsense. i am merely stating a fact.”

“sure,” you said, a silly smile plastered across your face, “a very lovely fact.”

he gave you one last look — exasperation — then turned fully away, his robe trailing behind him.

“next time,” he said, “you shall sit still. and you shall not move. understood?”

“no promises,” you said, still smiling.

he didn’t reply, but you caught the faintest sound — a quiet, almost reluctant growl — before he disappeared behind the doors.

[koriiluv]

King of Curses

[he-sung-on-my-jin-til-i-woo]

STEP INTO MY OFFICE

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A spicy tale for all of the Nanami lovers out there.

Starring: Kento Nanami x fem reader (feat. guest appearances from Satoru Gojo & Suguru Geto)

Summary: Nanami, a hard-working lawyer, has been busy lately and misses quality time with his wife. She drops by his office for a quick visit - but there’s no way he’s letting her leave untouched.

Word count: 3.9k+

Content: NSFW, fem reader, husband & wife, dominant Nanami, unprotected p in v, oral (f receiving), afab body description, feminine clothing (blouse/skirt), mild coercion/resistance, size kink, semi-public relations

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 “In here? Right now? Are you out of your fucking mind?”

Nanami’s wife pressed her hands firmly against his chest, bewildered, but only halfheartedly fending him off. His toned body was pressed against hers, with his sizeable arms caging her between him and his desk. There was no way for her to make an opening with her petite frame up against his tall, broad-shouldered build.

She cursed herself for being nice.

Her husband had forgotten his lunch at home, and she decided to drop it off at his office while she was out running errands. He could have easily grabbed takeout at a restaurant, but she wanted to save him some time.

She was also a bit curious about the inside of the slick modern skyscraper his law firm was in, and assumed it wouldn’t be too hard to make a quick stop and take a peek. At least, it wouldn’t have been if her husband wasn’t suffering from what seemed like a temporary bout of insanity.

“Yeah, why not? This is my office after all. Can’t I have a little fun during my break?”

“That would be an understandable statement if your break wasn’t happening inside your workplace during the middle of the afternoon!”

“The door is locked and the blinds are closed. The whole firm knows not to bother me during my lunch if I’m in here. Nothing is going to happen.”

“What if literally this entire building fucking hears us? Are you looking for a reason to get fired?”

Nanami chuckled mischievously, staying still, even as Y/N kept trying to squirm out of his grasp. He was staring at her with a hungry look she hadn’t gotten to see in ages, which was slightly alarming, but deep down, was also stirring something within her.

“Of course not, the walls are soundproof,” he reassured her. He was confident in this assertion, since this had been demonstrated to him by the previous owner of this office. 

He fondly remembered the hilarious moment when his former boss had him stand outside the closed door, with the blinds on the glass pane open. Nanami had watched as the man screamed at the top of his lungs, without a peep being audible from the other side.

He had been scheming to take full advantage of that ever since.

“Relax, cutie. As one of this firm’s partners, I can entertain a guest in my private office, without any questions asked.”

While Nanami was gradually chipping away at her arguments - which was one of the downsides of being married to a goddamn lawyer - she still wasn’t ready to fully give in.

“Ok, that’s very lovely for you, but this can’t wait? What has gotten into you? This is some freaky shit, even for you.”

Nanami could sense he was coaxing a playful edge out in her tone, but was also acutely aware that the sound of concern was still dominant. He softened, and the naughty glimmer left his eyes. It was replaced by his usual calm steadiness that always helped Y/N feel grounded when her anxious nature took over.

He was suddenly struck by the desire to be fully vulnerable for a moment. He dropped his arms from the desk, moving to wrap them around her waist as he pulled her in and pressed her soft body against his. Instinctively, she draped her arms around his shoulders in response, forgetting about escaping. He nuzzled his face into her neck and sighed.

“You have no idea how much I hate how much time this job has taken up. How much time it's taken away from us.”

Nanami’s confession tugged at her heartstrings. Despite everything, he rarely ever complained about his work to her. He always stayed locked in, almost inhumanly focused, and held it together around her. He didn’t want to make their time apart even more difficult. He also knew she was also always doing her best to not make him feel bad about how busy he was. 

The couple had recently celebrated their 5 year wedding anniversary. But for the past year, the quality time they used to enjoy had been taken over by Nanami’s demanding work schedule.

He had been able to maintain a clear-cut work-life balance in the past, always being able to at least keep his evenings and weekends clear. But ever since one of his law firm’s senior partners had announced their retirement, and a spot opened up at the top, his fate was sealed.

His talent as a lawyer had always been undeniable, and the other senior partners didn’t even consider anyone else for the promotion. Nanami and his wife had always been prepared for this to happen, but didn’t anticipate it would come so quickly.

The level up and substantial pay raise was welcomed, since it meant he could firmly secure the couple’s future. He had wanted that more than anything.

Unfortunately, the never-ending weeknights and disappearing weekends were the price to pay. At least for a few more years until he was settled into his new position.

Y/N could sense the exhaustion that he thought he was masking creeping through his voice. She ran her hand through his soft golden locks, and brought her lips close to his ear.

“I know beloved, we’ve talked about this, stop doing that to yourself. We both know why it has to be this way for a while,” she said softly.

Her words brought Nanami out of his brief moment of gloom. He lifted his head and locked eyes with her, their faces inches apart. The couple shared a tender look for a moment, until the devilish glint flashed in Nanami’s eyes again.

“That’s right… So since my professional purgatory is inevitable, how dare you bring your angelic ass into my office and expect me to not want some salvation, hmmmm?”

He moved one of his hefty hands, gliding it down to cup her ass and give it a squeeze. Y/N’s breath hitched slightly, as she half pretended to be surprised, but enjoyed the sensation of his strong, firm grip.

The couple’s intimacy had been relegated to a few occasional quickies per month, if Nanami collapsed into bed at the end of the night and happened to catch his wife up late. This was a ghost of their former habits, where every piece of solid furniture in their house was potentially waiting to be ambushed by their tangled bodies almost daily. Their lust for each other had never subsided, but had to be tempered given the circumstances.

“You thirsty slut,” she teased. “I’ve always been envious of your restraint, where is that right now?”

She had an easier time with holding back these days, since she still had plenty of time to unwind at home. But for Nanami, who had no respite, even his superhuman self-control was at its limit at the moment.

“You having the audacity to show up unannounced in this outfit of all things was the final straw, I can’t lie.”

Y/N scoffed. “It can’t be that bad! I know it’s a little tight on me now, but this has always been my go-to professional look. I thought maybe I could blend in and look like an assistant or something so I wouldn’t draw too much attention.”

A chuckle escaped from Nanami’s lips.

“I love you so much, but you failed spectacularly.”

If there was one thing his wife would never be able to do, that would be entering a room unnoticed. He usually didn’t talk about his personal life at work, and had told her he would like to reveal as little detail as possible. So while her attempt to drop in spontaneously without revealing her identity was noble, she wasn’t really doing him any favors.

He was already imagining the barrage of questions that several coworkers would have for him after seeing an absolute smokeshow walk into his office. As soon as his secretary whispered into the phone:

 “There’s a… ummmm… I don’t know how to put this professionally… very aesthetically pleasing… woman … asking to see you?”

…he knew it was over.

Everyone knew a lunchtime visitor to a partner’s office meant a personal connection and not a client, so he was definitely cooked. It was also unfortunate that the partners’ private offices were tucked away and she was going to have to walk across the entire floor to get to him.

He was thoroughly entertained as he stood by his office door, glancing between his wife and the reactions in the room as the secretary guided her in. As expected, there was a wave of heads turning, conversations quieting, and typing slowing as she moved through the maze of cubicles.

She really had tried to keep her outfit professional, but the old clothes she picked were unfortunately not working. He had last seen her wear this button-up and pencil skirt combo back in their university days, when they both mostly survived on coffee and cereal. But with her voluptuous proportions today, those poor shirt buttons were fighting for their life against her ample chest, and the skirt wrapped around her hips like it was vacuum-sealed on.

The neck-down situation wasn't the only issue though. He felt himself slightly holding his breath as he admired her face. Even after all of these years, he could swear she had only gotten more beautiful with time. The reactions around the firm were unsurprising - this was just one of the side effects of being married to an undeniable baddie.

As she approached, he saw the paper lunch bag in her hand. He couldn’t help but appreciate how she had come to his rescue. Waiting for a fresh takeout order could lead to a delayed lunch break, and he was very conscientious about trying to keep his lunch to exactly an hour.

But unbeknownst to her, this act of kindness meant he could allocate roughly 5 minutes to eating his lunch, and was planning to spend the remaining time eating something else.

Nanami thanked his secretary as she handed off his guest, and the couple greeted each other with loving smiles.

"Step into my office," he said, in a commanding, but lighthearted tone.

"Of course, sir," she purred back, returning his playful energy. She briefly caught the devilish sparkle in his eye, but still didn't even remotely anticipate what he was about to do to her.

His nostrils were filled with the familiar scent of her perfume as she passed him and entered his office. He was immediately calmed by her presence, especially in this environment, where he had gotten used to having a nagging sense of pressure in the back of his mind.

He moved to close his door casually, but couldn’t help glancing out at the rest of the floor to read the room one final time. He briefly made eye contact with the duo of lawyers he had worked with before his promotion - Gojo and Geto.

Though he was now technically their boss, he still kept things relatively lighthearted with them. His interactions with the senior partners were usually always very proper, but these two gave Nanami a chance to enjoy some casual banter at the firm.

The trio had spent many nights celebrating case wins over drinks, and their companionship would always be invaluable to him. However even on nights out, he had still managed to keep a tight lid on his personal affairs, and always fended off their curiosity. 

Geto had a longtime partner, who he was always gushing about. He occasionally tried to pry some tidbits out of Nanami after sharing details about his own life, but wasn’t too pushy.

Gojo, however, had always been especially nosy. He had a reputation as a man of many lovers, who regularly spent half of his paycheque on a different fling every 2 weeks. On their nights out, he almost always ended up drunkenly slurring something like:

 “I honesslyyy… needa know… what kinda… foiiiiine shit… my boy Nanami… got at home…” 

Nanami always found this prodding more amusing than annoying. Being a literal professional debater, he enjoyed the exercise of coming up with different ways to get out of the topic. The most he had revealed was that he was married, but had managed to keep it at that.

Unfortunately, today the jig was finally up.

As the door swung shut, Nanami’s last glimpse was of his friends. Gojo had his eyes wide and mouth theatrically gaped open, while Geto was barely concealing his laughter behind a notebook. He could already imagine how the pair were going to scheme about cross-examining him. He rolled his eyes, smiling to himself and at least being glad he could enjoy some time with his wife before he had to face the music.

From Y/N’s perspective, stepping into the private office was a blur. One moment the door was closing, with Nanami swiftly locking it and shutting the blinds. The next moment, he had grabbed the lunch bag from her and tossed it into a nearby chair, then she somehow found herself trapped between him and his desk.

Once Nanami pleaded his case, her initial nerves fully melted away. She was almost irritated by how good he was at swaying her. However she couldn’t help but admit to herself that she liked it. He could talk her into - or talk her through - anything.

“Ok Mr. Partner - you’re one crazy motherfucker, but all of your points are valid," she paused, nearly closing the gap between their lips, but keeping them a hair apart. She gazed up at him, with the doe-eyed, lovestruck expression that she knew drove him wild. "Where do you want me?”

Nanami had daydreamed of a moment like this at this desk almost every day. Pouring over case notes and documents, while pushing images of him ravaging her right there out of his mind.

He’d definitely needed to take more than one moment to pause his work and ease his mind. This usually meant locking his door, whipping out his phone to open up his folder of her nudes, and pleasuring himself in a flurry, then getting back to the grind.

He was a bit embarrassed by how often this happened, but he couldn’t help it. Thinking about her was maddening. Imagining her delicate skin under his touch. Her body opening up to him. Her helpless whines as he took over her senses. Finally, he could bring his fantasy to life - right here and right now.

Nanami could barely contain his excitement, with his already stiff cock pressing against Y/N as he brought his lips to hers. Their tongues met and they devoured each other with ravenous kisses. Not wanting to waste any time, Nanami picked her up, settling her onto his desk as their lips stayed locked.

She held onto his shoulders, feeling safe in his beefy, familiar arms. Nanami wasn't the only one who had spent hours fantasizing while they were apart. Y/N often thought about his massive hands exploring her body. His chiseled jaw brushing up against her thighs. His furrowed brow as he focused on driving himself into her depths.

She couldn't have been more thrilled to let him have his way with her right now.

He hurriedly slid her skirt up and pulled her underwear to the side. She gasped as his fingers entered her, immediately covered in her slick juices as he pressed his digits against her g spot. Her breath quickened as he began to stimulate the tender area.

His lips moved towards her jawline, and continued their path downward, peppering kisses around her neck. He revelled in her reactions, as she tilted her head back and closed her eyes. Each movement of his fingers controlled the pattern of her quick, short breaths. With his free hand, he popped open the buttons of her shirt and released the front clasp of her bra, freeing her restricted bosom from its confines. 

She leaned back on the desk, propped up on her elbows. He pressed his mouth against one of her supple mounds, swirling his tongue around one nipple, while using his fingers to toy with its twin on the other side. After this quick detour at her chest, he continued tracing a path of kisses down her torso. He got on one knee, placing himself comfortably in front of his mouth's next target. 

He took a moment to admire the sight of her from this angle. Her skin softly glowing from the sunlight streaming through the window, and his fingers enveloped in her soaking pussy, working their way in and out. Her eyes met his, with a pleading, expectant look he always liked to see from her. A look that said ~I’m yours and you can do whatever the fuck you want to me~.

There was a strange element of the setting turning her on that she didn’t expect. She knew the office door was locked, and he allegedly said no one could hear them. But there was a deliciously dangerous feeling about the idea that on the other side of those walls, it was a normal work day, and her husband was definitely not supposed to be rocking her shit on his desk right now.

That was part of the twisted thrill for Nanami too. The fact that he was taking this risk, and bending to his carnal desires in the setting where he was usually his most controlled. The fact that if anyone found out, it could be a career ending scandal for all he knew. Right now, he didn’t give a shit. He wanted to lose himself in her. He needed to taste her.

He brought his mouth to her clit, heightening her sensations with broad, flat strokes of his tongue. She fully collapsed onto her back, with each slurp sending warm jolts of electricity from her core. He enjoyed her tiny involuntary twitches that came with each lick. 

After making sure she was fully warmed up, he enveloped her swollen clit with his mouth. He began swirling and flicking his tongue around the sensitive bud, all while continuing to slip his fingers in and out of her, maintaining a punishing pressure and speed. He kept a firm grip on her thigh to hold her legs open, relishing in the feeling of her soft, pliable skin as her legs trembled.

Her body had fully melted, lost in the building pleasure that he was controlling with his tongue and fingers. She was using all of her remaining strength to try to contain her voice. 

“Ooh... my fuck-... god..."

She bit her lip, knowing the rest of the expletives she let slip out would only get louder. She was still vaguely aware that this was his workplace, and not quite fully convinced that they were going to get away with this undetected. But that didn't really matter at this point.

Nanami continued his assault on her senses - licking and fingering with an expert’s rhythm. She could feel a climax approaching, as her muscles started to tense up and involuntary whimpers began escaping from her lips.  He alternated between circling his tongue over her clit, and moving it up and down, letting the warm wetness glide all over her folds while savouring her taste.

On his last pit stop to caress her clit with his tongue, the sensations peaked as she came undone. She arched her back off the desk, closing her eyes as waves of warm pleasure pulsed from her core. She had lost total control of her voice at this point.

After what felt like an eternity, the waves gradually got less intense. But she barely had time to start recovering as she opened her eyes and immediately saw her husband’s face hovering above hers. He was looking at her like a hunter watching prey, dark desire swirling behind his gaze as he drank in her expression.

In a split second, the head of his dick was already out and at her entrance. She had no clue how he was able to get in position so quickly. Before she could say a word, he was inside her, and she was at his mercy again.

Nanami let out a low moan, as the entirety of his thick, lengthy shaft easily slipped into her. He loved that feeling - her walls wrapping around him when she was fully soaked. He threw her leg over his shoulder and started with a few slow strokes, letting her juices coat his length. She was still riding out the aftershocks of her last orgasm, with each of his thrusts eliciting a strained exclamation from her.

He continued to slowly slide in and out of her, savouring how every inch of her velvety cavern felt. She was absolutely a puddle under him at this point. Her mouth hung open and her brows were furrowed, as pornographic noises spilled from her throat. He was savoring every single second of this - watching her expression twisted in delicious agony.

Though he had barely admitted it to himself, he revelled in the fact that everyone had seen her come in. Part of him had always kept her identity under wraps at work because he knew how people acted when they knew what she looked like. He knew that anyone in the office would risk it all for a chance to have her. He couldn’t help but be possessive. 

But he was happy for a chance to show her off, knowing that he didn’t really need to be worried about losing her. She was his wife, and she had chosen him, and belonged to only him. He was the only one who got to see and feel every part of her. The only one who got to enjoy keeping her suspended in a pleasure-wracked state over and over again, as much as he wanted.

He placed a firm, strong hand around her neck, steadying her as he sped up his pace.

“Yeah, you like that? -Shit-… you want it harder, huh?”

“Ye... -ngghh-... yees... please!”

His hips began to snap forward forcefully, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room as he held her down and drove himself into her. He relished in how she completely submitted to his merciless pounding.

“-God-… fuckin take it, just like that…”

Most of her body was limp at this point, besides her weakly holding onto the arm Nanami was squeezing her throat with. She gradually felt her second orgasm starting to build from the friction.

He continued to brutally lay into her, as their voices mingled with the obscene ~squelch, squelch, squelch~ sounds their union was making. Nanami couldn’t help but be pleasantly surprised that the desk was holding up as he pressed more and more of his weight into her. 

He could feel that familiar rhythmic squeezing sensation from inside her, which signalled her impending orgasm. Slipping in and out of her warm heat at this pace was also bringing him close to his climax, but he had to hold back until he felt her release. There was no way he would ever let go until he’d coaxed a minimum of 2 orgasms out of her.

“-Hnggg-.… Nana-... -aah-... I’m gonna fucki-...“ 

She couldn’t even complete the sentence as the second toe-curling orgasm crashed over her. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and a series of mewls erupted from her throat. This peak was somehow even more heightened than the first, with the sweet ache coursing through her each time Nanami’s thrusts pounded against her.

Feeling her come undone as her pussy pulsated around him, Nanami couldn't hold back any more. He was brought over the edge, and let out a rumbling groan as his orgasm followed hers. He felt ripples of ecstasy pulsing through him, as he stuffed thick, gooey loads into her with his final feverish thrusts.

He collapsed onto her, covered in sweat, the two of them still connected and sharing a thick coating of their blended juices. They both took a few deep breaths, then looked at each other and shared a smile.

After a moment, Y/N couldn’t help but ask, “Dude… do you think anyone heard us?”

Nanami smirked, slightly amused by her concern, but understanding why she was worried. He would have thought someone heard them too, if he hadn’t seen evidence of the room’s soundproof capabilities.

“Nah, I’m fully confident we’re in the clear, trust me.”

He gave her a brief, reassuring peck on the forehead.

“I was honestly more worried about this damn desk. It would have been pretty tough to explain how it got broken right after my wife visited my office.”

The pair chuckled and gazed at each other again, before bringing their lips together for another kiss. Nanami briefly turned away to glance at the time.

“You know what? I actually still have 30 minutes of my break left.”

Y/N giggled, already feeling him starting to stiffen again inside her. She gave his ass a playful smack. “Well, get to work then!”

“Absolutely,” her husband responded with a wicked grin.

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Note: this is my first full fic ever, I was inspired by the spirit of kinktober. Hope you enjoyed!

[satoruslovey]

*ੈ✩˚Sukuna×wife!reader ₊˚⊹ᰔ

In which boredom leads Sukuna's pretty little wife to try on his robes from his closet, and him to the edge of his control.

The estate was quiet.

Too quiet.

You’d already re-arranged the flowers in the receiving room (twice), skimmed through the ancient book of curses that made your eyes hurt, and sat in the garden watching koi fish for a good half hour.

Still bored.

Sukuna had been gone all day ,“important cursed business,” whatever that meant and left you with no entertainment aside from your own thoughts and the absurd amount of wealth lying around, untouched.

Which is how you found yourself in his private chambers.

Specifically, in his closet.

You had no business being there. It was lined with high shelves, dark wood, and rows upon rows of luxurious robes ,some ceremonial, others clearly meant for war, and a few that were almost sinfully soft. You ran your fingers along the fabrics,heavy silks, delicate embroidery, threads that shimmered like blood in sunlight.

“Just one,” you whispered to yourself, glancing back toward the door like a guilty child.

You reached for one that caught the light, black, with gold-lined patterns that looked like twisted flames, and a high collar that screamed power. It was obviously made to be worn during some grand audience, the kind where people knelt before him.

And yet now, you were the one slipping it over your shoulders.

It hung off your frame like velvet water, the sleeves far too long, the hem dragging across the floor behind you. You turned toward the mirror with a giggle, twirling once, then lifting your arms dramatically like a cursed emperor addressing her imaginary subjects.

You tried to mimic his voice, low and smug and said

“Bow, fools. Your king has arrived… and she’s prettier.”

Another giggle escaped you. You were halfway through a little twirl when you felt it.

A presence.

Familiar. Dangerous. Warm.

You froze.

There, leaning casually against the doorframe with arms crossed over his bare chest and a smirk curving the corner of his lips, stood Ryomen Sukuna.

You swallowed, hard.

“I—"

“I can explain—”

“It was just lying there and—”

He didn’t interrupt. He didn’t say a word. Just watched you,amused, silent, and… something else. Something hungry.

His eyes trailed down your figure, the way the oversized robe swallowed you whole, the sleeves covering your hands, your bare legs peeking out beneath the hem.

You tugged the silk tighter around you in a sudden fit of shyness, ducking your head, cheeks glowing red.

“You weren’t supposed to be back yet.”

Sukuna’s smirk widened, predatory and affectionate all at once. “Clearly.”

He pushed off the frame and stepped inside, slow and deliberate. The heavy silence of the room pulsed around you like a heartbeat.

“You rifled through my closet, played dress up,” he drawled, circling you now like you were prey he intended to devour slowly, “and stood here pretending to be me?”

You felt your skin heat up even more, and avoided his gaze. “I got bored…”

“Mm.” He stopped behind you, so close you could feel the heat of him at your back. His fingers brushed against your waist, pulling lightly at the robe. “You picked this one. Do you know what it’s for?”

You shook your head.

“It’s what I wear when I accept offerings,” he said, voice low against your ear. “Blood. Power. Submission.”

You went still.

He leaned down slightly, lips ghosting the curve of your neck, then whispered,

“Should I kneel for you, little wife?”

Your breath hitched, fingers tightening in the fabric.

You turned around to face him slowly, the oversized collar slipping off one shoulder. His eyes immediately dropped there, narrowing like he could eat you whole.

“...You’re making fun of me,” you mumbled.

Sukuna raised a brow. “Am I?”

You pouted, turning halfway away again, suddenly shy. “You just like seeing me flustered.”

He chuckled,low and warm and indulgent. His arms wrapped around your waist from behind, pulling you back into his chest.

“I like seeing you in my things,” he murmured, lips brushing the shell of your ear now. “My silks. My colors. My scent all over you.”

You melted a little into his touch, head tilting as he nosed into your hair.

“I might have more made,” he added. “Smaller. In your size. You looked too perfect to scold.”

You blinked. “You were going to scold me?”

“I was, yes,” he said, mock stern. “But then you twirled. And said you were prettier.”

You turned your head with a shy smile. “Was I wrong?”

Sukuna grinned and said,

“No,You never are."

note: had this in mind for quite a while

[chastiefoul]

nanami had been convinced that he was an unshaken man. firm and resolute. 

yet a little, a smidge part of him could not — even if it saved his life, resist you. 

coming home from a long day of work to see you snuggled up under your favorite blanket he had given as a gift once, with a book between your hands. 

his feet moved was quicker that his mind; in that short moment schooling his urge to spin you around in excitement. instead, he knelt in front of you to rest his head on your lap carefully. 

a safe haven, this — this, is the place he was coming home to, not exactly the house he’d been living in for years. 

and slowly, his exhaustion melted away just like that. as your hand reached his face, palming his cheek softly as nanami nuzzled in, rubbing his skin against your palm. a rush of overwhelming sensation poured over his chest, something he could not even explain even if he tried his hardest. and that’s saying a lot, from a man who had maybe spend a quarter of his life buried in books full of flowery language. 

your thumb moved gently, so quietly, yet the man felt it deep in his bones; every twitch, every surge. a steady rythm he could probably hum in his sleep. 

“how was your day?” you always asked.

“it’s better, now that i’m with you,” nanami always answered.

as if he wasn’t already in a blissful trance, your fingers made their way to his blond hair, each digits moving so softly; shivers shot up across the man’s back. this is what heaven must felt like — he thought. and if it’s not, then he does not want anything to do with it.

[crude-saint-deactivated20260130]

‎‏‏‎‎‏‏ ‎‏‏‎‏‏(両面 宿儺) 𝐈 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐈𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆

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𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: you’re both tipsy in a bar bathroom. he needs to fucking piss, and you’re really fucking thirsty.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: NSFW/MDNI, pre-established relationship (boyfriend sukuna), explicit sexual content, tipsy reader/sukuna kissing, piss play/watersports, omorashi, light slapping f! receiving, m! oral receiving, noise control, balls sucking, handjob, making out, cum swallowing, spitting in mouth, degrading, hair-pulling, rough sex, pissing inside reader, reader pissing on herself, substance use. divider by cafekitsune & kodaswrld | 3k words

𝐚/𝐧: THIS FIC IS NOT FOR EVERYONE! please heed the content warnings, if you aren't comfortable with piss play, watersports, or omorashi PLEASE SCROLL! also, please do not do this in real life. this is just fiction.

When it comes to sex, you don’t dabble in more than what your brain can conjure up. Or your pink-haired boyfriend's brain can. Whether it’s sloppy morning sex, a quickie, or he’s making sweet love to you, you find yourself blissed out and leaving with a stupid little fucked out smile on your face.

What you couldn’t have foreseen after your date, was your boyfriend pissing inside two of your many orifices.

—

Liquor hangs from your lips, brain fuzzy as your boyfriend's hands grope and squeeze every inch of your body like a canvas to be bruised and painted with his touch. Your ass digs into the knob of the bathroom stall he dragged you into, tongue slipping into your mouth and exploring the cavern with no remorse.

The two of you had spent the evening at a thriller movie drive-in, you tucked against your muscled side and pretending to flinch at each jumpscare of the old Hollywood slasher film while he rolled his eyes each time without miss.

But he’d still keep an arm snaked around you—grounding, possessive.

Sukuna was a man who made a show of marking his territory. From lovebites littering your skin from a rough night under his touch to sporting his leather jacket, he wanted everyone to know what belonged to him and him only.

And with the creeping thrill of Halloween and spooky spirits lulling in the air like thick smoke curling around you like the promise of excitement, fireworks waiting for a spark, you reveled in having your very own guard dog.

You basked in his attention.

“God you taste like cheap booze,” he groans, though the flush across his cheeks is enough to tell you how much he’s enjoying this.

Just as much as the bulge in his jeans pressing against your abdomen.

“So you do, asshat,” you mumble between the kiss, though there's no heat behind your words, your lips curling into a mischievous grin.

His fingers card through your hair, holding you down, fingernails scraping your scalp in the sort of way that makes you whimper right into his mouth to rattle through his chest and make your knees go weak.

Rough fingers drag against your jawline, keeping you in place to suck the air from your lungs. You shamelessly swap saliva, teeth clinking and nose’s bruising against each other with fervent desperation.

Heat pools low in your loins, your thighs rubbing against each other and chasing the friction you so desperately crave.

His claret irises catch on the movement, and the way your fingers curl in his leather jacket, a sardonic smirk playing on his lips. “Yeah, you like that?” He teases, tugging your head back just the slightest bit to get your sounds echoing off of the bar restroom walls, a hand slithering down beneath your skirt and dragging a finger across your damp panties.

You’re more than glad he made sure to lock the door.

You break the heady kiss, a line of saliva hanging between your lips before you reach up on your tip toes to press tender kisses against his jugular, where he tends to be sensitive.

He smacks a hand down on the creaky stall door, knees knocking and eyes threatening to roll into his skull, something warm churning in his abdomen as you adorn him in hickies like a declaration of your love.

His lashes flutter shut before a stilted groan leaves his lip, side stitch clenching and calling his attention. “F-fuck, woman. I gotta piss. Let’s cool it for a sec.”

A whine leaves your lips as you settle on your heels. “‘S from all the fuckin’ beer you guzzled down…” you pout, feeling your need overwhelm you and keeping a hand curled around his leather jacket.

He starts fumbling with his belt clasp, your eyes dialed in on the tent in his pants and feeling your brain turn to mush.

Your breath catches in your throat before you clear it. “...Sukuna.”

He grunts in response, barely paying attention to you as he spins around, shuffling out of his boxers as his erect cock springs free.

With knitted brows, he stares down at his boner in irritation, curling his fingers around the base and stroking it, praying it turns flaccid so he can fucking piss. Though it isn’t of much avail when you’re staring at him from the side as he hovers his cock over the toilet.

He shoots a glare past his shoulder at your deafening silence before focusing his attention in front of him and bending his knees impatiently. “What is it, woman?”

You still, your fuzzy gaze dragging up from his boner to his eyes. “Can I…?”

He frowns, running a thumb over the slit and feeling his chest cave at the stimulation. “I don’t have time for your games. Spit it out.”

And then he watches as you crouch on the grimy bathroom floor, a hand placed against the back of his thigh.

You gulp thickly, swallowing your pride as your statement tumbles from your lips. “Use my mouth.”

Sukuna eyebrow twitches, still gazing at you over his shoulder and trying to get his dick to work. And then a breathy laugh leaves him, shoulders bobbing up and down with the throaty sound.

But then he realises you aren’t laughing with him.

“Yer’ kidding,” he sighs, spinning around and curling his fingers over the not-so-sanitary stall door.

You nibble on the inside of your cheek, shaking your head before your gaze meets his dick—now twitching and bobbing, practically begging for your mouth attention.

And then you prop your lips open, eyes fixed on your boyfriend’s ruddy stare as your tongue lolls out, panting like a fucking dehydrated mutt.

Sukuna feels his world tilt on its axis, gut churning with something nasty besides urine and beer.

He knows your resolve is absolute. And he’d be lying if this wasn’t turning him on.

But this was all fresh to him. He was usually the one wanting to try new things and leaving you in awe with his depravity—but who could’ve known you’d be sitting on your knees in a grungy bar bathroom and begging for him to urinate in your mouth?

Without so much of a word, he curls his free hand over his cock, swollen tip just mere inches from your face. He slaps the side of his throbbing dick on your cheek before resting the heavy appendage on your welcoming tongue.

He stands proud, gazing at you down the bridge of his nose with a wild look in his eyes. Hungry, horned-up. His muscled thighs flex at the contact, ego spurred on by the fact that you could stomach such a thing. 

He’s not quite sure he would, but what kind of boyfriend would he be to deny you of your worldly pleasures? He certainly indulged in them himself.

You get to work, tongue delicately swirling across his mushroomed head before he pulls away and lands a couple of soft slaps to your cheek with his thick fingers, a hiss earned from you due to the sharp contact.

“Naughty girl. Can’t really piss if you’re making this boner worse.”

An embarrassed whine leaves you before your mouth hangs open with such a fervent need—and he’s not quite sure if it’ll be piss or cum leaking from his length.

Adjusting his footing, he aligns his tip with the hollow and awaiting cavern of your mouth, tapping his cock with his finger to get it started.

He would’ve thought he’d get performance anxiety during sex. Not him at least.

He huffs, eyebrows drawn as he squeezes the base and taps his abdomen a few times, averting your watchful and curious gaze.

Then he feels it—a gentle release of his bladder as a steady stream of piss leaves his urethra and into your mouth.

You twitch. He's not sure if you’ve changed your mind or weren't expecting the taste, but you sure are enjoying it, lashes fluttering shut and lips curling.

And that makes all blood rush south for the brute, back bowing forwards as he tries not to collapse from the lightheadedness, neurons firing in his inebriated brain.

The initial taste has you cringing—salty and bitter, hints of the fermented alcohol he was just downing an hour ago defiling your tastebuds. The guys got a strong stream as well, almost like a water pressure hose pelting your tongue.

The back of your throat closes up as it fills your mouth, not exactly caring to guzzle it down until it starts to overflow and trickle down the seam of your lips.

You twitch, speckles of his urine decorating your face as it soaks into your top and drips down your neck and into the valley of your breasts.

“God, you’re fucking disgusting,” Sukuna groans, form curling forward as he empties his bladder across your face. His aim becomes less precise as his eyes roll into his skull, the feeling stretching into orgasmic relief and spraying across your face.

You buck forward, your mouth pouring his piss onto the floor like a broken toilet and gasping when you feel his stream hit your scalp.

“Fuckkkkk me,” he groans, eyes teary and narrowed as he practically showers you in his piss.

Finally, after an elongated groan from the depths of his chest, the stream comes to a slow and his dick hangs flaccid near your head.

Not without dribbles of pre leaking from the tip.

You wipe your cheeks, flushed and warm from the entire endeavor, but you’re not quite yet done, tongue lolling like a feral animal as you eye his twitching hard-on.

Your desperate mouth finds itself latching onto his balls, thick in pubes that match the curtains, the rough salmon-colored hair tickling the inside of your mouth. You swirl your tongue along the cum-filled sacks, a hand curling and stroking the base of his girthy cock.

You map out the prominent and bulging veins across the film of skin, his pulse radiating from them at a quickened speed. You drag your thumb over the weeping slit, stimulating the swollen head and quickening your pace.

“Jesus Christ—.” He hiccups, throat strangling as he clasps a hand over his mouth, the other splaying over your head and shoving you deeper into his pelvis. Warmth churns heavy in his gut, your mouth and hand doing wonders to his cock.

You release his spit-slick balls dense in seed from your lips with an obscene pop! and hollow your cheeks around his mushroomed tip. It doesn’t take long for him to reach sweet relief in such a sensitive state, an orgasm coaxed from him as you take him halfway down your throat.

Sukuna’s knees buckle, the metal stall walls curling under his grating pressure as he tries to keep himself from losing balance as his slit ribbons warm semen down your throat.

“Princess, you want me dead,” he whines, voice just an octave higher than normal.

You pull off, swallowing every last drop he gives you and match his teary gaze.

You expected a bit of shame to be coiled within you from letting him piss in your mouth then cum down your throat in such a vulgar turn of events, but all of that drivel you’d expected appears nonexistent as you bring your hands up to your face with a giggle.

Sukuna stares down at you in awe as you swipe your face covered in his urine, mouth parted and partly wondering why he finds this incredibly hot. But, it is you. And he does find everything you do insanely sexy.

“That was so gross,” you snicker, wobbling up to your feet and reaching out to kiss Sukuna.

He curtly angles his head away with a frown, curling his sturdy arms around your shoulders to keep you in place. “You’re revolting. In what fucking universe am I kissing you after that display?”

That earns another flit of giggles from you as you begin to shuffle out of the stall.

But Sukuna stops you, shutting the door and pressing you against the cold metal. You gawk up at him with wide eyes, and then he’s spinning you around.

“What? You think I was gonna let you leave without relieving you?”

You stifle a giggle as he hikes your skirt up with rough hands, sliding your panties to the side and dragging a finger through your soaked folds.

You groan, tossing a head back against his shoulder. “‘K-Kuna… this is so gross,” you squeak. “You were just using that hand to piss.”

He chuckles, low and dark, his somehow still hard cock pressing against the flesh of your ass. “Quit bluffin’, brat. I know if I pissed inside of you, you’d still cum.”

You flinch, body stilling as gush saps from your puffy folds.

And Sukuna scoffs, teasing your entrance with the tip of his finger. “No fucking way,” he breathes out in awe, a thumb moving to your clit and paitning small circles on the senstive nub. “You like that shit, don’t you?”

Tugging your lip between your teeth, you toss him a pinched look. “Don’t act surprised when you just pissed in my mouth.”

“And you swallowed some. I saw, pretty girl. You like how it tastes?” He smirks, squeezing your cheeks between calloused pads. Your mouth hangs open, and then he spits inside the hollow cavern, watching you swallow. He grins in earnest. “You just take anything I give you, huh?”

Swads of stringy spit cover your lips as you nod, somewhat dazed.

And then he replaces his finger with the tip of his cock, the fat, mushroomed head pushing into your pulsing entrance. He loops a hand around one of your thighs and lifts it, making sure to get at all of the right angles. You squeal, hands smacking at his thighs as he feeds you inch after ruthless inch, barely allowing you to adjust to his size with barely any prep. You’re thankful you’re soaked.

Once he buries himself to the hilt and his slit is pressing against what feels like your fucking diaphragm, the pain slowly cedes to pleasure and you’re spasming around him.

“Still always so t-tight… makes me wonder if I fuck you enough,” he sighs out, tossing his head back as his fingernails dig bruises into your waist. You twitch in his grasp, and then he starts moving, pulling out and filling you up.

“Mmf, so g-good!” You squeal, and he coils an arm around your head to cover your mouth, muffling your sounds. 

He dips his head, breath fanning over your ear while he pumps into you at a brutal pace. “Keep it down, woman. Or else I can’t give you what you want,” he whines in a pitch too high mockingly, nibbling at your ear lobe.

You nod curtly, forearms laid pathetically in front of you to brace yourself for the impacts of his pistoning cock, nudging all your sweet spots. Those underscored bulging veins drag against where you’re most sensitive and make your toes curl in your sneakers.

Sukuna, out of your view, grunts and presses somewhere on his lower abdomen, feeling for the stitch in his side. “You’re quite lucky, fuck, I’ve still got some left,” he moans, his shaft twitching between your gummy walls.

You feel it, too. The raging course of piss ballooning in your bladder thanks to the amount of liquor you also downed.

His fingers fist in your hair, tugging it back and curving you into a mean arch. You squeal against the calloused palm he has pressed over your mouth, saliva staining his skin as your mouth hangs open in a stupid haze.

His teeth graze the column of your neck before he attacks it in scarring kisses, not quite caring that his piss is still trickling down the skin of your throat. In his wrath, he leaves purpled marks and love bites for the world to see.

Something warm pools at the bottom of your loins, something you’re not quite sure you’ve felt before.

“Didn’t know my girl was such a f-fucking whore,” he huffs out through drawn brows and a clenched jaw.

You bring a hand to peel his fingers off your mouth. “I-I’m close—!”

He muffles your sounds again with his palm, quickly shutting up your damn-near screams, and then something warm and wet is spilling inside of you.

Sukuna is pissing inside of you.

You whimper, feeling yourself come undone but rather than cum, you wet yourself.

Your piss covers his cock and trickles down your thighs along with his, a sickly scent lingering in the air.

Sukuna’s head burrows into your neck as he continues to pump his still-hard cock into you, releasing your hair and bringing a hand down to toy with your clit.

You bite hard against your lower lip to silence the sounds that threaten to tumble from you, your thighs quaking and knees ready to buckle beneath you.

Unexpectedly, after sloppy and squelching thrusts of his dick into your throbbing hole, you find yourself hitting your orgasm like a solid brick wall. You cum pathetically all over his cock while he, too, reaches his high and ribbons his seed inside of you.

You both groan as it washes over you and tugs you under the euphoric and blissful tide at once. He rocks you through it, holding you tight against him.

And when it’s nothing but your heady breaths do you whisper, “Damn. You r-really did need to pee. How much fucking piss does your bladder hold?”

He huffs, nuzzling into your neck and not even caring about the mess you two made. “If my memory isn’t failing me, I’m not the only one who wet themselves.”

You giggle, pinching his side and motioning to have him tug your panties back up.

It’s a gross routine the two of you work through, cleaning each other up and shuffling out of the stall.

With a peak out of the bathroom to scope out how quickly you can slide out inconspicuously of the bar, you two hightail it out of there and opt to head back to your apartment on foot, lest you traumatize an Uber driver.

“You stink,” Sukuna groans, palming his hard-on with a smirk towards you.

You shrug, curling a strand of hair behind your ear. “Technically, we both stink, Ryo. It’s our piss.”

His snarl drops at your logic and you drag a wet palm down his cheek that has him chasing you down the sidewalk in a tipsy stupor.

a/n: if i log out and you guys don't hear from me, it's bc i had to work up the courage to post this.

[neoangelxx]

Tailored perfectly for me! 😋

[sadisticslut666]

Angry Sex with Nanami

synopsis: Nanami’s pissed—and you can’t help that it turns you on. Turns out, nothing feels better than being fucked by your overworked, furious boyfriend.

cw: Angry sex, rough sex, choking (light), face-fucking. Degradation, Creampie. Bitch I can’t help that it turns me on. m.list

You knew you were in trouble the second you saw the vein twitch in Kento’s temple. He never raised his voice at you, but his silence? That was worse.  “Do you have any idea how reckless that was?” His voice is calm, but you can hear him losing his patience. 

You shrug, sprawled across the couch like you’re not guilty as hell. “I came back in one piece, didn’t I?”

“That’s not the point.” He stalks closer, loosening his tie with one hand. “You put yourself in danger, again. You didn’t answer my calls. You—”

“God, you’re sexy when you’re mad.” The words slip out before you can stop them.

Nanami freezes. His brows twitch together in disbelief. “Excuse me?”

You grin, biting your lip. “You heard me. All worked up, lecturing me like some… stern, hot, overworked salaryman—”

“Stop it.” His voice drops like a warning, but his ears flush pink.

You tilt your head, feigning innocence. “What? I can’t help it if my boyfriend’s little lectures make me wet.”

His composure cracks just slightly—the way his eyes flick to your mouth, then down to where your thighs rub together. His voice is sharper now: “You think this is amusing?”

“Mmh, no. I think it’s hot.”

You sit up, crawling onto your knees on the couch so you’re eye-level with him. You tug lightly at his loosened tie. “What are you gonna do, Nanami? Punish me for being bad?”

His gaze burns through you, weighing patience against desire. Then he mutters, “You’re insufferable,” before crashing his mouth against yours. You gasp into the kiss, fingers digging into his shoulders as Nanami swallows every sound you make. His tongue pushing past your lips, hand braced against your jaw. 

“You think I enjoy worrying about you?” he growls against your mouth, the words wet and rough.

“I said I was fine,” you murmur, tilting your head back when his lips drag down your throat. “Don’t act like you don’t get off on lecturing me.”

He bites just hard enough at your pulse to make you gasp. “Do you ever shut up?”

“Not when you’re hard,” you tease, palming the bulge straining his slacks. His breath stutters, but then he catches your wrist, slamming it against the back of the couch.

“Careful,” he warns, voice stern. “You keep talking like that and I’ll—”

“What?” you smirk, leaning in, lips brushing his ear. “Finally fuck me like you want to?”

He shoves you flat against the couch, your legs spread wide as his knee presses between your thighs. “Pathetic,” he mutters when he sees how wet you already are. He drags two fingers through your slick folds, then holds them up for you to see before shoving them into your mouth. “Suck.”

You moan around him, hips lifting desperately, and he shakes his head. “You really are impossible.”

His belt clinks as he works it free, undoing his slacks just enough to free his cock—thick, flushed, leaking. “Kento,” you breathe, writhing beneath him, “please—”

“Please what?” He lines himself up, teasing your entrance but not giving in. His jaw flexes, eyes hard. “You want me to fuck you even though I’m furious with you? You want me to ruin you because you can’t take anything seriously?”

“Yes,” you gasp without hesitation, nails clawing at his shirt. “God, yes, p-please” 

He slams into you in one rough thrust that knocks the air from your lungs. Your moans echo off the walls, but he doesn’t give you a chance to catch your breath. His hips drive into you hard and unrelenting, every stroke sharp with pent-up frustration.

“This what you wanted?” he grits out, one hand gripping your throat just enough to tilt your head back. “For me to lose my patience?”

You’re a mess beneath him, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes from the intensity. “Fuck—yes, Kento—so good—”

“You drive me insane,” he growls, the hand at your throat tightening just enough to make your pulse thunder in your ears. “Running off, making me chase after you, acting like your life isn’t worth anything—”

Your nails drag down his back, making him hiss. “You love it,” you gasp, shameless, arching up into him. “You love putting me in my place.”

His laugh rumbles against your skin. “You think I enjoy disciplining you?” He punctuates his words with a bruising thrust that makes you cry out. “I’d prefer you listened the first time.”

“Mm, but then you wouldn’t get to fuck me like this,” you whimper, wrapping your legs around his waist, locking him in deeper. “Wouldn’t get to be so mean to me, Kento.”

His composure cracks further—his tie hangs loose, his hair mussed, his shirt untucked as he fucks into you harder, lips brushing yours with a growled, “Insatiable little brat.”

His pace grows brutal, every thrust hitting that spot that has you unraveling in seconds, sobbing out his name as your orgasm tears through you. Nanami fucks you through it, relentless until he spills inside you with a guttural groan, holding you down like he never wants to let go.

For a moment, the only sound in the room is your ragged breathing and the steady thump of his heart against your chest.

When he finally pulls back enough to look at you, his eyes are softer, though his jaw is still tight. “You’re infuriating,” he mutters, brushing damp hair from your face.

You smile, lips swollen and smug. “Still sexy when you’re mad, though.”

His sigh is long, but the corner of his mouth twitches like he’s fighting a smile. “One of these days, you’re going to kill me.”

“Or fuck you to death,” you tease, voice hoarse.

Nanami groans, pressing his forehead to yours. “Fuck, I love you.”

[winterrbluess]

He gets a little messy when hungry

[sadisticslut666]

Nanami Loves Your Ass — Top 10 Worst-Timed Slaps

cw: explicit sexual content, public ass-slapping, spanking, biting, grabbing, inappropriate touching, risk of being caught, dubiously appropriate timing, Nanami can’t keep his hands to himself. Bend that ass over, bitch! m.list

Nanami really, truly loved your ass. Too much. He loved grabbing it, smacking it, coming on it. He loved watching it jiggle when you bent over, loved sinking his teeth into it just to leave marks he’d admire later.

And it became a habit. A bad one. Because Kento Nanami had no damn self-control when it came to you.

So here are the top ten worst-timed moments he’s slapped your ass:

10. The first time it even happened—by accident, really—was in the office when you brought him lunch. Problem was, Gojo was leaning against his desk, running his mouth as usual. Nanami’s hand landed on your ass with a sharp smack before his brain caught up, and Gojo’s jaw dropped. “NANAMIN’S A PERVERT! I KNEW IT!” It took a full hour to calm him down, and he still brings it up at every opportunity.

9. In the classroom. He’d been lecturing when you walked in to deliver files. You bent slightly to hand him the folder and his hand came down on your ass before he could stop it. The students went dead silent before snickering erupted. You barely kept a straight face. Nanami? He just cleared his throat and continued the lesson like nothing happened, though the tips of his ears were bright red.

8. During training, in front of Principal Yaga. You were standing beside Nanami, clipboard in hand, when he smacked your ass hard enough that Yaga’s eyebrows nearly flew off his face. You wanted the ground to swallow you whole. “You two done?” Yaga asked dryly. Nanami didn’t blink. “Apologies. Muscle memory.”

7. At a Jujutsu Tech faculty dinner. Gojo, Utahime, Shoko, everyone there. Nanami had his hand on the small of your back, gentlemanly—until it dropped lower and gave a firm squeeze-slap hybrid. The sound of Shoko choking on her sake is burned into your brain. Gojo pointed a chopstick at you both, grinning. “Was that an ass grab or a slap? Or both?” Nanami’s glare shut him up, but not before Utahime muttered,“Unbelievable horny fucks.”

6. While you were on the phone with your mother. She was rambling about family drama, and you were trying to keep your voice steady while Nanami smacked your ass every time you said “mhmm.” You nearly choked when he pressed you against the counter and squeezed hard, mouthing, say goodbye faster. Your poor mother had no idea why you hung up so quickly.

5. Outside a mission briefing, with half the higher-ups lingering in the hall. You were in heels, files pressed to your chest, trying to look professional. Then came the sharp smack that made the folders slip right out of your arms. Everyone turned. Nanami just stooped to help pick them up, expression unreadable, before murmuring, “Control yourself.”

4. Grocery store. You bent down to grab something from the bottom shelf, and his palm cracked down on your ass so hard the woman next to you in the aisle cast you a jealous look. Nanami didn’t even look guilty—he just muttered, “That skirt’s too short,” and dropped the soy sauce in the cart.

3. In a meeting with higher-ups. You thought you’d be safe in such a stiff, professional setting—Nanami sitting with his tie perfectly straight, his posture rigid, the picture of composure. Until you leaned over to refill his tea, and he smacked your ass under the table. The sound wasn’t loud, but your sharp gasp was, and every head turned toward you. Nanami didn’t flinch. “Hot water,” he explained coolly. “Too close to her hand.” You wanted to strangle him.

2. Mid-mission, during a stealth recon in an abandoned warehouse. You were crouched behind a crate, trying to stay quiet, when Nanami’s hand landed on your ass so hard you yelped. You froze, heart pounding, while Megumi, Nobara, Yuuji, and Gojo all turned in unison, eyes widening. “Nanami!” you hissed, face burning as you tried to retaliate, swiping your hand at Nanami’s ass as he stepped past you, but your aim was off—Yuuji, eyes wide, practically shouted, “Hit him again! Hit him harder!” You froze, cheeks flaming, glancing at Nanami. Nobara rolled her eyes and muttered, “Pervert,” as you leaned closer to Nanami, whispering, “I’ll get you back later.”

1. Worst—or best—moment? After sex, when Gojo barged into his apartment unexpectedly. You were still bent over, dripping cum, thighs, Nanami slowly pulling out of you. His hand came down on your ass—smack!—just as Gojo’s voice rang out, “OH MY GOD, NANAMIN!” 

You squealed, scrambling for Nanami’s discarded shirt. Gojo had the nerve to cover his eyes with one hand and grin through the other. Nanami, utterly unfazed, just tucked himself back into his slacks and said, “Get out.” Gojo laughed, wiggling his eyebrows. “Next time invite me.” You’ve never seen Nanami look closer to murdering him.

a/n: I need my Nanamin

[nanaslutt]

Dilf bodyguard Toji x spoiled brat reader

{ “i’m forty two.”

You grinded yourself against his leg, smiling. “Hot.” }

ʚ cont: age gap, choking, drug mentions, sex toys, masturbation, teasing, dirty talk, rough sex, oral, fingering, handcuffs, unprotected sex, toji and readers dad are besties <3

“How does ten sound, babe?” The sound of your ex’s voice echoed through the phone, dark and full of dangerous promises.

You rolled over in your bed, feeling the tiny shorts hugging your ass ride up higher. Feet kicking up behind you, you stared at your manicured nails in the dim light of your room, only half listening to his words. “Uh-huh, sounds great.” It didn’t—sound great. He was a decent lay at best, and a dried-up waterpark at best. You were only making plans with that loser to piss off your bodyguard.

“Knew you missed me, angel.” He chuckled into the receiver, making you gag. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea… Oh well, at least if mr four and a half inches couldn’t finish you off, the drawer full of pretty vibrators you had could. “You gonna be able to sneak out without yer’ daddy seein’ you though? You know I love fucking that little pussy, but I’m not tryna get in trouble with his scary ass.”

Pussy. You rolled your eyes, “Yeah, yeah, daddy dearest is off on some fancy business trip for the weekend, so it's just me here.” Lie. Toji Fushiguro, your dad's best friend and your stuck-up asshole of a bodyguard, was lurking just downstairs, ready to put your ass in place if you even attempted to sneak out. Luckily, you had stolen one of your father's spare keycards before he left for his trip, so you could sneak out without him finding out.

Not like it mattered, anyway. Once you had this prick's prick inside you, you planned to take a nice little video for him just for the sake of pissing him off.

“Oh, thank god,” he chuckled. “God. So fucking excited to see you, baby. Missed fucking your tight cunt. Did you miss me fucking you, princess?”

You flexed your fingers out in front of you, pouting when you noticed one of the gems on your pinky had come off earlier. Fucking annoying. You just got those done. “Uh-huh,” you droned, “sooooo excited to feel you inside me.”

“Yeah, I bet you are, I'm gonna put my cock inside you and…” His voice droned on and on as he told you all the things he planned to do to you. Don’t get it twisted, his words were hot, and in theory, everything he described sounded amazing. It was because it was from HIM that it stirred no desire inside you. Maybe if he were able to make you cum even once, his fantasies would sound more exciting.

After hanging up the phone with your shitty ex, you rolled over to your back and planted your feet on the bed, resting your hands on your stomach. Turning your head to the side, you checked the time. Six o'clock. Shit. What the hell were you supposed to do for four hours? The chef had finished dinner an hour ago, so it wasn’t like you had anything left to look forward to.

Sighing, you rolled over and hiked a thigh up on the bed, stuffing your arms under your plush pillow. A nap couldn’t hurt. After all, you had already had your fun parading around in the kitchen, teasing that uptight asshole Toji with your tiny shorts and too-thin top with no bra. Going back down just to try and get his attention would seem desperate.

Closing your eyes, an image of you sending a video of your sex tape to Toji popped into your head. Would he hate it? Would he get off to it? Pervy old man probably would. A thought that held no merit, of course, as Toji had picked you up from countless parties of you half naked and drugged up, sometimes in the middle of the act, and hadn’t done a damn thing about it. Not to mention that one time you tried groping him through his pants when he was driving home, and he ripped your hand from him so fast it gave you whiplash.

Whatever. It was more fun to think he was some secret perv anyway, so you would think that way. Continuing with your filthy, unrealistic fantasies, you soon drifted off into a dreamless sleep with your bottom lip pulled between your teeth.

Cold. That was the first thing that came to mind when you woke up. Why was it so fucking cold? You cracked your eyes open slowly, greeted with the darkness of your room. Though through the dark, you saw the flashing light on your bedside table. It read “9:21”. With a groan, you squeezed your eyes shut. The sleepy haze was thick in your mind, and honestly, nothing sounded worse than getting up and putting effort into getting ready to fuck some shitty limp dicked fuckbag.

“This has got to count as self-harm,” you groaned, shivering while pressing your arms against the mattress to push yourself up. Pulling your straight leg towards your body, something jerked against you, preventing you from moving. The feeling sent a jolt of pain down your leg as your leg was jerked back to its straight position. “What the fuck?” You whispered into the dark, tugging your leg toward you again.

Once more, you were greeted with… wait… was that—

The lights flicked on, blinding you. You groaned, wincing as the warm hue of your overhead light flooded the room. “What the hell?” You shouted, cracking open your eyes open to be greeted by the more than confusing sight of Toji Fushiguro standing at your bedroom door, one large hand engulfing the light switch, the other stuffed in the pocket of his horribly unprofessional attire of grey sweats.

You furrowed your brows, about to protest once more, when you looked down at your ankle. Your lips parted. Your ankle had been handcuffed to the foot of your bed. Your blood ran hot with anger as your eyes snapped up to meet his annoying face, which now held a smug smile, almost like he had won something. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? Did you handcuff me to the bed when I was sleeping?”

Toji crossed his arms over his chest and tipped his chin upwards, looking down at you while leaning against your shut door. “Know anyone else with a key to your room?” He said.

You snarled, “Gods damned pervert! What’s your fucking problem! And how long were you standing there?”

Toji uncrossed his arms and slowly stalked towards the bed. Your heart skipped as you looked him up and down, trying to recoil against your headboard, but coming up short… for obvious reasons. Fucking asshole. It was easy to forget just how big he was when he wore a suit, but with his physique on display like this, in a tight black shirt, it was hard not to notice. He dominated the room with his presence alone, sucking oxygen out of the room with each step towards you.

You crossed your arms over your chest, knowing what you looked like in a cold room in your shirt that protected absolutely nothing. When he stopped at the foot of your bed, he took a seat, dipping the mattress, then reached into his pocket and pulled out—

What. The. Fuck??

“Give that back, asshole!” You lunged forward, forgetting all about how intimidating he was or how indecent your clothing was as you reached for the pink phone case with dangling charms on it that he held out in front of him like some kind of bait.

Toji stood when you got too close and stepped back. Once. Twice. Just until you couldn’t reach him from the end of your bed. “Toji Fushigoro!” You screamed, feeling your frustration burn your cheeks. What was his angle?

“Gonna cry?” He smirked, dangling your phone between his fingers like a two-year-old. “Don’t tell your daddy, I don’t wanna deal with his 'scarry ass' when he finds out I made his babygirl cry.” Your heart skipped at his choice of his words, but before you could look deeper into them, he continued. “He's a good man, but shit does he spoil you. If I ever had a daughter, I’d make sure she didn’t end up like you,” he tsked, flipping your phone around before clicking on the screen.

It unlocked.

“Hey! What do you think you’re—”

“Just a spoiled slut who thinks she's smart enough to steal her daddy’s key card to go have unprotected sex with some young guy.”

Your heart dropped. How did he—

“Phone sex isn’t the quietest shit in the world,” he said, answering your question before you could get it out. “Heard you pretending to moan at this bastard's words from downstairs. Could hardly hear my show because of it.”

Your eye twitched as he continued to scroll on your phone until he clicked a button and held it up to his ear. His eyes locked with yours in a challenge. “Toji Fushiguro…” you started, manicured nails balling in the sheets. “If you do what I think you’re doing, I’m gonna—”

“Sorry,” Toji said, raising a brow. “Not your ‘babe.’” You were pretty sure smoke was coming out of your ears at this point. “You're gonna have to find somewhere else to house your blue-pilled cock for tonight, boy.” And with that, he hung up the phone. He hung up. On your lay.

You don't remember reaching for the pillow that you threw at him—that he caught while laughing. Nor do you remember throwing the plushie your dad brought home from Venice for your twentieth birthday last year. He caught it. Again. “Quit throwing a tantrum. How old are you? You’re going to break—”

The glass that was once resting happily on your bedside table was being thrown across the room. But before it could even shatter against the door, Toji was there. His hand around your throat. Pinning you to the bed with a knee on the mattress between yours.

You desperately gripped his massive hand that didn’t squeeze too hard, but kept you in the submissive position he wanted you in. “I said, quit it.” He said, his face so close his breath tickled your cheeks. “Do you have any idea how much that glass costs, you spoiled brat? Huh? Or do ya’ just not fucking care?”

Blood rushed to your head, making the pulse in your neck pound. Wadding up your spit, you spat right in his face. Despite how satisfying it was to watch the muscle in his jaw bulge, it wasn’t quite enough to make you smile. “Go to hell. Who the fuck cares about some shitty glass? You cuffed me to the bed and stole my phone, asshole. Next time—”

His grip tightened around your throat. “Next time what?”

“Next time…” you gasped. “I won't miss.”

Toji shook his head, his lip curling in disgust. “How did you end up so fucking spoiled? Your daddy showers you with attention, and yet you still seek it out from everyone who walks by. Cock or pussy, you don’t care, do you? Have some respect for yourself.”

His words didn’t sting. Not even a little. In fact, it was just what you needed to bring a smile to your face. You burst out laughing, right in his face. “Ohhh, because you’re so much better? I’ve heard about your lays. Like you said, these walls are thin. You don’t think I can’t hear you telling my daddy about all the girls you’ve had? Unlike me, though, it seems like someone’s a little more picky with his preferences. Unless you swing that way too, and you haven't told him about that.” Another laugh burst from you. “Oh god, do you want my dad?” You giggled. “Is that why you’re so coy?”

Toji had a deadpan expression on his face. His fingers around your throat didn’t even so much as twitch. It kinda pissed you off that he didn’t care. This was supposed to piss him off, not frustrate you even more. “So what is it?” You asked, “Or are young college chicks more your type?”

Toji scoffed, pulling back his hand from your throat to squish your cheeks together. “Guess you haven’t been listening. Last time I had a college girl was twenty years ago.”

God. Something was seriously wrong with you that the reminder of his age made you hot and bothered. This was Toji Fushiguro. Your asshole bodyguard. He wasn’t supposed to be hot—sexy ass fuck voice and ass sculped by the gods or not. “What the fuck ever.” Your smile fell, and you shoved him off, surprised when he relented to sit back on your bed. You tucked your knee against your chest.

You could’ve sworn Toji’s eyes flickered to your ass as you did.

“Shitty lay or not, I was excited to get out of the house and get some action.” You pouted, “The hell am I supposed to do now?”

Toji gave you a once-over and shrugged before standing. His shirt had ridden up from your little tousle, exposing a not at all unwanted glimpse of his happy trail and sculpted V-line before hiding it from view. “Hell, do I care?”

You frowned. “Isn’t your job to keep me happy?”

His face scrunched. “My job is keeping you here and not out in some boy’s bed getting knocked up.” He said, reaching into his pocket to pull out your phone before tossing it down on the bed.

“I'm on the pill, jerkoff.” You cursed. What was his problem? With a sigh, you flopped back onto your bed, turning your head to look at the clock that now read “10:03.” “Could’ve had a cock inside me three minutes ago.” You half pouted, not minding not having to entertain that goon. Faking orgasms gets exhausting after a while. Best case, he would’ve had some molly on him, and the drug could’ve done the heavy lifting, but you didn’t really feel like dealing with the nasty crash of that shit come morning just for some plan to piss Toji off—entertaining as it was.

“I didn’t cuff your wrist,” he said, raising a brow while looking down at you like you were the scum of the earth. “Take care of it yourself.”

Cocking your head at him, you smirk, an idea popping into your head. “You know what, that’s not a bad idea.” While Toji stood there with a more than unimpressed look on his face, you reached over to your drawer, arching your back for dramatics, and dug around until you felt the soft handle of a clit sucking vibrator. Bingo. If you couldn’t send him a sex tape, this would be the next best thing. Lying back on your bed, you parted your legs and set the vibrator down, then reached up and slid your fingers in the hem of your shorts.

“The hell are you doing?” Toji’s gravely voice echoed in the room.

You smiled while shucking your shorts off—well, as off as they could go while having your foot cuffed to the bed—and arched your back, spreading your legs further to show off the green butterfly pattern of the front of your panties. “You told me to take care of it myself, didn’t you, Toji?”

His lip twitched. “It’s Fushiguro, and I didn’t mean with me here. Don’t wanna see that shit.” He wasted no time in turning around and strolling towards the door, but you couldn’t have that.

Clicking on the vibrator, you shoved it down your panties and wasted no time in sliding the intensity to full, pressing it right over your clit. Shit. So much better than your ex’s cock. God, sex toys are a work of art. Thank you, women-owned sex shops. A gasp left your lips, one you didn’t even have time to dramatize. “Fuck.” You moaned. “Fuck.” It was breathy and sounded nothing like the drugged-up, exaggerated moans Toji had heard from you before.

Toji reached the door just as you whined. Whined. His hand stopped on the handle he had gripped.

Bingo.

Fucking sucker. You had him now.

Biting your bottom lip between your teeth, you arched your back and reached for your breast, though it did little for you when you played with your chest on your own. Bla bla. It was needed for dramatic effect. “Oh shit… that feels so good. Good idea, Toji.” You moaned his name, smiling when his back stiffened.

He turned then, eyes flashing something dangerous, but he didn’t dare look away from your eyes. “What did I just say? It’s Fushiguro. And quit that.”

“Quit what, Toji?” The vibrator hit a particularly sensitive spot, making you wince and inhale sharply. “Jesus, this thing is fucking s-trong,” you giggled, arching your back to escape the pleasure. Maybe you should’ve felt some embarrassment about getting off like this in front of him, but you knew he wasn’t going to do anything, and teasing him was fun as hell. Besides, for the five hundredth time, he’d seen you getting drilled in doggy—and stopped the show himself, a little masturbation show was nothing.

“Turn it down then.” He said, finally letting his eyes fall. The rush warmed your veins from that look alone surpised you. He was watching, that’s what you wanted. But… was it the satisfaction? You shook your head, cheeks heating for some gods forsaken reason. He averted his eyes once more, but you couldn’t have that. “You’re really just gonna let me… shit… get off on my own?”

“Yes.” He answered too quickly, turning the doorknob.

Shit.

“Toji.” You moaned. “Toji.”

“Stop.”

“Toji,” you rolled your hips, chasing a high. “Fuck, Toji, that feels so good.”

“Brat, I said, quit that shit. Now. I’m not playing with you.”

A smile pulled up your cheeks, but it faded when the vibrator hit just the right spot, stealing your mind with it. “Toji.” You chanted, over and over and over, eyes crossing and rolling back in your head, back arching—

The vibrator was gone, thrown somewhere across thr floor, making lots of noise against the polished wood.

His hand was around your throat. “Shut. Up. I said I’m not playing with you.” He whispered, his face too close to yours, his knee, that had kept its distance before, now pressed against you. “I don't know what kinda sick pleasure you get outta teasing me like this, or what you think you want, but your bratty ass better knock it off.”

Cheeks flushed, you gripped his thick wrist with both hands, squeezing your thighs around his much larger one. “I was so close,” you whispered.

“I don’t care.”

“Toji,” your eyes found his lips. Shit. What the hell was happening? You hated him, yes, but fuck, that vibrator did its fucking job too well, and now you couldn’t see anything but the clouded lust that encompassed him and made him look like the god of sex himself. “Toji. Eat me out.” You whispered.

His nostrils flared. “I don't fuck with college girls, brat. Do you listen?”

That wasn’t a no… kinda. Technically. Ok, it was definitely a no, but it was a flimsy, poor excuse for a no at best. Besides. If he really didn’t feel anything, he would have left with his moral high ground and walked out the moment you started using the toy on yourself. And he didn’t. “Just your tongue.” You said, “I’m close already, won’t take long.”

His fingers tightened around your throat, and the muscle in his jaw ticked. You thought he might say no for real, and your teasing game would be over, but then his eyes found your lips. “You're my friend's kid.”

“So?” You whispered against his lips, separated by the thinnest slice of air.

“I'm forty-two.”

You grinded yourself against his leg, smiling. “Hot.”

Toji’s face crinkled in disgust before he looked down at the wet patch you were leaving on his grey sweats. You followed his eyes. Oh yeah. Hot as shit. You smirked, burning that image into your head to get off to for the next… forever. “Your dad is a good man, brat. Girls like you aren’t supposed to have daddy issues.”

You shrugged, rubbing your thighs together around his thigh and using his muscles exactly how you needed him. “Guess I’m special.” You said. Then, when he looked away at the wall, perhaps searching for his morality that would make him NOT eat out his best friend’s daughter, you reached for his cheek with a hand, steering his attention back towards you. It may have worked a little too well, as he ripped your wrist from his face and pinned it to the bed. “Don’t touch me.”

“Eat me out.” Was your reply. “Do it, Toji.”

“Tell me what to do again, you little brat, and you’re not gonna like it. I’m not as nice as your daddy.” He whispered, his voice the definition of sin. “Not gonna coddle you like he does. Unlike him, I can see you’re not a sweet little girl anymore.”

You nodded. “I like that.” You didn’t like him pinning you down and acting like he was the boss. But hey. You knew you were the one in control, and that’s all that mattered. So, if you had to play the docile little kitten act like he wanted to get his tongue on your throbbing clit? You would. “Want you to show me what it’s like to be treated like a woman, Toji. Heard all those stories about how you made girls squirt with just your tongue. I’ve…” Your eyes rolled back in your head as you rolled your cunt against his thigh. You could’ve sworn he flexed the muscle on purpose.

“Don’t you say you’ve never done that before.” He said a bit impatiently, catching your lie. “I've seen you do it on some girl's face in one of your shitty clubs, brat. This innocent act isn’t gonna work on me.”

Well. Shoooooot.

Toji’s grip left your neck and wrist, and when you lifted your head to make sure he wasn’t gonna walk out on you, your head was snapped back against the mattress as Toji yanked your thighs down the bed, settling your thighs around his head. You fixed your posture, lifting yourself to look at him between your panty-covered thighs, his face close enough you felt the breath against your cunt.

Shit. ShitShitShitShit. It was almost annoying how good he looked. Was he supposed to look so good?

Toji looked almost bored as he looked up at you with dark eyes. Eyes that sent shivers down your spine. “Hope you're watchin’, cos this isn’t gonna happen again.” Before you could think of something snarky to say in return, he pulled your panties to the side, and his lips were on you.

“Oh god—” it was the first thing you could say, the only thing, really. He sucked on your sensitive clit, and just that one little bit of pressure alone was enough to nearly send you over the edge. God. No one should be that good, that fast. He didn’t even have to get himself used to your cunt, he just found your clit and immediately started working his magic like it was his hundredth time going down on you. Only it wasn’t. It was his first.

He hummed, moving his fingers up to tease your leaking opening. You couldn’t tell if it was him or the toy that got you worked up, but you were thankful for it all the same when he slid a finger inside you and instantly curled it forward. Your hands gripped his hair as your thighs squeezed his head.

Your head fell back against the sheets, back arching when he lapped at your clit way too fucking eagerly. “Oh shit,” you gasped, head shaking back and forth on the bed as he quickly overwhelmed your body with pleasure. “Shitshitshit.”

Toji pulled back and kissed your clit, something that made you throb around his finger. “Happy?” He asked.

You nodded over and over, looking down at him with a ruined expression. “Yes, Toji. Fuck, yes. God, this is so much better than a damn toy.” You groaned, brows furrowing.

He smirked, adding a second thick finger that made you flinch, and began pumping and curling it with the other. “So much better, huh?” His mouth was back on you then, working its fucking magic as he lapped and sucked on your clit like it was ice cream, working you over with the perfect pace and pressure. Your eyes crossed when he swirled his tongue around your clit in a circle before flicking it gently, then sucking on it.

“Oh shit, do that again.” You moaned.

“Said I’m not gonna listen to what you gotta say.” He mumbled against your cunt. “Take what I give you. Not gonna listen to some spoiled brat. I know what you need.”

You nodded, rocking your hips against his face. “Yes, you do. God, you do.” You found that when you said those words, you actually meant it. A long, drawn-out whine fell from your lips when he repeated the action anyway twice more, smiling against your cunt when your legs started to shake. “Thank yoooou,” you whined, gripping his hair in an iron-clad grip.

He pulled back again, still pumping his fingers in and out of you. Getting harder. Faster. Rougher. “So she does have manners.” His smirk was deadly. It nearly stopped your heart—that must be the reason why the treacherous bitch skipped behind your ribs.

“You’ll find I can be realllyyy nice when someone is licking my pussy— oh goddd.” Your words tapered off into a breathy moan when he found your clit again, flattened his tongue, and shook his head.

“That all it takes to turn you into a good girl?” He chuckled, the sounds coming from his fingers working your clit, almost sending you over the edge. “I’ll have your daddy find someone to keep their tongue on your clit twenty-four-seven if it makes you nice.”

You decided not to tell him that he should absolutely be that person, because his ego was already undubitably inflated enough. It was annoying how good he was at eating a girl out, but fuck, he made it really damn hard to stay mad when it felt so perfect. “Maybe I should start fucking older men. Clearly, they know what they’re doing.”

The hands around your thigh tightened following your words. Then, he stopped thrusting his fingers, pressed them as deep as possible inside you, and curled them as fast as he could over and over. Hard. Hard enough to make debauched noises spill freely from your lips before you could even attempt to hold them back. “I’m not old, brat.”

You smirked, biting your lip while looking down at him as he slowed his torturous fingers. “Pretending there's no age gap here while my pussy is in your mouth is kinda pointless. ‘Sides, I like it.”

Toji grimaced again. “I don’t. Young women are too much work. Too bratty.”

“Thought you liked putting me in my place. Isn’t that why you’re thrusting your hips into my mattress, pretending you’re fucking me into the bed? You wanna fuck women like me. You like the rush it gives you.”

Toji paused. Paused. And looked up at you. “Maybe I’m not doin’ enough if you’re still running that damn mouth.” In another mind-numbingly quick movement, Toji had you flipped on your stomach, the chain rattling against the bedpost as it clanged around.

“What are you—” A heavy hand braketed by your head against the mattress as a hand below ripped your panties clean off. The tearing sound of fabric was enough to make you gasp, washing some of the pleasured haze away. “Toji!? What the hell! Those were my favorite—”

The unmistakable feeling of a hard, warm cock pressing against your cunt made you shut up. Toji’s body was heavy as he lay on you, rubbing the fat tip of his cockhead around your wet hole. “You took your pill today?” He whispered, teeth biting the shell of your ear. “Huh?” Your eyes rolled back in your head. What the fuck was happening? Was he really going to— “You want this? Want me to put your young bratty ass in your place?”

Shit. His voice and his fucking words were a lethal combination. No one should sound so hot. “Toji…” You whined, waiting in anticipation for the stinging burn to come. You knew it was unlikely for someone like him to give you a warning before he fucked you. “Are you really gonna… I thought you didn’t have sex with younger women.” Why were you hesitating? Maybe it was because of the way his body engulfed yours, maybe it was because you had a feeling his actions could prove his words, and he was about to fuck you stupid into the mattress. A fear of letting go, maybe?

“Do you want my cock or not?”

You nodded. “I took my pill today.”

You were right. He thrust in with no warning, knocking all the air out of you as he filled you completely.

“Good girl.” He said, then, he ruined you.

His hips were fucking merciless as he pounded into your sweet spot over and over and fcking over, making you eat your damn words as you cried out for more, harder, god, fuck, please. Tears flooded your eyes as soon as he thrust it in; the stretch was more than anything you’ve had before.

Soon, a hand was cradling your cheeks and turning your head to the side. Toji smirked, his heavy hips slapping your ass with loud, wet sounds. “Got a damn crybaby on my hands.” He pulled out until just the tip was inside before slamming back inside, making you cry out as more tears flooded down your cheeks. “Not a bad view.” He groaned before releasing you and shoving your head into the mattress. “Red, if you wanna stop.” He said, pulling his hand back to slap your ass hard enough to make it sting. “Otherwise, cry all you want. Turnin’ me on.”

“Toji!” You whined, arching your back to match his thrusts. Snaking a hand under your hips, you began rubbing your clit in quick circles, feeling your orgasm creep up on you. “S-o fucking gla-d you stopped prettending to be abov-e fucking meee.” You whined, your words coming out chopped and broken as he fucked the English language out of you one thrust at a time.

Toji shook his head before pressing his head to the side of yours, making sure his mouth was right next to your ear, before he said. “Didn’t have a choice when you started playing with your pussy in front of me. I love your daddy, but I’m still a man at the end of the day.”

You smiled a fucked out expression into the sheets, nodding over and over as he drilled you so fucking deep he may have imprinted himself inside you forever. “Can’t tell him about this fuck though, r-ight?”

Toji snickered, thrusting balls deep against your ass to roll his hips in circles, making your breath hitch. “Right, little princess. Now cum. Can feel you throbbin’ me, been around long enough to know what that means.”

“Oh shit—” You grit your teeth, your hearing starting to flicker in and out as he worked you over that edge and right into the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had. You blacked out while crying his name, shaking against the sheets, body going completely limp. You relied on nothing but him to get you through the bliss that stole your mind and left you an empty husk of nothingness.

With a half-clouded mind, you listened to Toji growl as he pulled out at the last second, before shooting his load all over your ass. Usually, it was a feeling you would hate—someone marking you like their territory, but the pride that overwhelmed you, knowing you made him cum a river all over your ass, overwhelmed your irritation. He groaned loud and long as he stroked himself through his high, thrusting into his hand as he milked himself of every last drop.

“Messy messy.” You slurred, smiling against your sheets now drenched with your own tears. “You came so much.” You teased.

Toji slapped your ass, making you yelp and turn the smallest bit with all the energy you had left to glare at him. “Blame this tight little cunt. Thought you were gonna squeeze my cock off when you came.”

You snickered, falling against the sheets once more. “Clean me.” You mumbled, to which Toji groaned, smacking your ass again half-heartedly before he got up. The bed squeaked as he stalked towards the bathroom connected to your room. You heard the water room through bliss-filled ears, and when he came back and began cleaning you dry, you remember mumbling one last thing before you dozed off into sleepland. “Uncuff me too, you shitty fucking pervert bastard.”

Toji paused in his pursuit, staring down at you like he’d never seen you before. His lips curled in disgust, the vein in his forehead popping. “The mouth on this girl.” He cursed your father's name, shaking his head before going back to clearing you. “Might have to take her out for a ride again just to clean that fucking throat out.”

[nanaslutt]

⋆˚｡⋆୨✧୧˚ 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔? ˚୨✧୧⋆｡˚⋆

ʚ prompt— showing ur panties that say “i ❤️ [their name]”

ʚ incl— gojo, geto, nanami, toji, choso, sukuna, higuruma, shiu, ino, shoko, uraume

ʚ cont— smut

[neoangelxx]

I WANT SUKUNA SO BAD

[nanaslutt]

overstimulation with virgin!takuma ino <3

ʚ note: wanted to contribute a little something to kick off the month >.< (also… bf of the year award goes to ino, reader’s strongest soldier)

riding virgin!takuma ino and he’s trying soooo hard to hold back but he ends up cumming in the first 3 minutes

you’re sitting on his pelvis, his twitching dick still balls deep inside you, and his breathing heavily, hands shaking on your waist repeating, “i’m sorry, shit, sorry just… just give me a second and i can go again. felt so good. sorry.”

but instead of waiting and letting him recover, u lift up and slowly slide back down, testing him. he hisses sharply through his teeth, his face scrunching. “i’m so sensitive right now just—“ you cut him off by doing it again, a little faster this time.

his jaws drops open.

again, u lift up and sit back down, fucking yourself on his cock that’s still hard despite him recovering. this time when u lift up and slide back down, a whimper leaves his throat. “baby. baby, w-wait a second— shit. o-oh my god it’s so—“

you take his hands that are shaking against your waist and lean forward, pinning his wrists to the mattress.

“h-hey what are you doing?” his eyes are so wide, face flushed, teeth chattering from the slightest taste of overstimulation

so you stop holding back. you pick up a pass that’s fast and hard, merciless, and his response is immediate. he’s thrashing on the mattress, head lashing in every direction, fingers opening and closing into fists. whimpers are pouring from his lips one after the other, and his legs are shaking soooooooo hard.

“b-aby oh god, oh god,” he tips his head back and grits his teeth together, fighting through the overstimulation because although it hurts it also feels so fucking good. “so much,” he cries. “it’s so much.”

tears are welling in his eyes but when you lean down to press a kiss to his overheated cheeks and whisper, “you’re my good boy, takuma, you can take it cos’ you wanna make me cum, huh?”

he goes absolutely blind with love. he doesn’t care that it hurts, not even a little bit. his entire body is flushed with your words, giving him the strength to get past it. he nods eagerly, never straying from your eyes as you keep riding him. “yeah. yeah, i can take it, baby. i’m your good boy,” he moans, eyes falling to your lips. “w-wanna feel you cum around me. i can t-take it for you.”

and take it he does

[nanaslutt]

kinktober day 12: sex work ᯓ★

ʚ feat— cam guy toji fushiguro & his first ever butt plug

“fuuuck,” toji growled, gripping his cock tighter as the plug he connected to his livestream tips vibrated against his prostate. his balls were so full, aching for release, but he only just turned on his camera ten minutes ago. it would ruin his reputation to finish so quickly and leave his fans unsatisfied

the plug was sent to him from a fan of his. it wasn’t very big, since toji has confessed during one of his “pre-show” talks that he’s never done any ass play. but the fan promised to send him 10k for inserting it on live, and 10k was 10k, even if toji had to shove something up his ass to get it

and as it turned out, it didn’t feel half bad. he had to stifle a pained grunt when he first put it in, unused to something being shoved in his ass, but as soon as the tips started rolling in and the little metal plug started buzzing against a crazy sensitive spot in his ass he didn’t even know existed—he was hardly complaining

“s-shit that felt good.” his biggest tipper, the one who sent him the plug, was some faceless girl who never missed a single livestream, and she was carrying the tips connected to his toy. toji didn’t know what turned him on more, the fact that she was donating so much and getting off while doing it, or the actual pleasure from the toy itself

“you gonna make me cum?” he asked the camera, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth while stroking his cock faster. he spread his legs, showing the shiny jewel between his thighs. it was damn embarrassing, but when he looked over to the chat, the comments were moving so fast he could hardly see a word, so he knew he was doing something right

his jaw dropped in a silent groan when the toy went off again, sending his eyes rolling back in his head. “that’s the spot,” he groaned, clenching his teeth. his hand paused around his cock, squeezing it tightly so he could appreciate the toy’s vibrations in full. “yesyesyes, god right there.”

when the toy stopped buzzing, tojis hips fell back down to the chair. he hadn’t even realized he lifted his hips in the first place. “don’t leave me hanging. m so close here, who wants to finish me off? huh?” he asked, rubbing his thumb under the head of his dripping cock. “who’s gonna make me blow my load tonight?”

as if on command, the tips started rolling in, and whose username did he see at the top but his loyal doll who attended every one of his livestreams. and at the top read her single message: “cum for me.”

oh yeah. he was gonna have to make a special video for her asap.

especially when his ass clenched around the toy and forced it against his prostate. toji gasped, making a sound he’s never made before as his body bowed, his cock shooting off. “oh fuck— doll— h-ah.” his abs clenched over and over as he came, the toy forcing out one of the most intense orgasms he’s ever had in his life.

“take it,” he moaned, tipping his head back against the chair while reaching down to massage his balls. he let his eyes fall shut, pretending that faceless beauty was between his thighs sucking him off while prodding his prostate with her pretty fingers. “good girl. good fuckin girl. love it when you spoil me.”

when his cock finally stopped kicking and the stars started to dissipate from his vision, he tipped his chin down and faced the camera with a smile, looking directly into the lense in hopes she would hear him when he said. “that’s was good. you’ll be hearing from me real soon.”

[to00fu]

i feel like celebrating halloween early

[all-with-angel]

❥ Demanding that Sukuna marry you already .ᐟ Fem reader, pregnant reader

“SUKUNA RYOMEN.”

There were very few things that scared the king of curses.

“When the hell are you going to propose to me?”

You are one of them.

Yes, you.

You, who's half his size, all flowers and silk compared to the blood and carnage that surrounded him. You, who had him wrapped on your pinky finger. You, who screamed bloody murder after a roach had started flying in the kitchen.

You, who was very, very pregnant.

“Soon, woman.” He huffed, feigning indifference despite the sweat starting to form on his brow.

“Soon? And when exactly is soon? When my bump is obvious and our child is born out of wedlock?” You screeched, fists curled at your sides.

Sukuna shifted, leaning against his arm with a scowl, his concentration lingering on the action lest it turn into a pout.

“If this child is hailed as an illegitimate heir, I will personally rip you off that putrid throne of yours–”

Sukuna’s eye twitched, posture straightening as he glared down at you. Yet there was no real heat behind it. “Watch your mouth woman–”

“No! You watch your mouth before spewing this– this idiocy!” You cut him off, finger pointing right at him. Your tone was enough to have him flinch– yes, flinch, just slightly backwards.

“Wed me before I run away and find a man who will!!” you tapped your foot, 99% sure you would definitely go through with the idea. You knew this. Sukuna knew this. There were a lot of very prominent bachelors vying for your hand after all, from the Zen’in clan to the Gojo clan, Sukuna's most despised enemies.

“Do you understand me, Ryomen?”

Sukuna bit his tongue, brows knitted. No 'Ryo'. No 'kuna'.

“Are you threatening me?”

“Why, are you feeling threatened, my king?”

A grumble. A tapping finger. And finally, a pout.

“Fine. Dress well tonight. I will announce our wedding by dinner.”

You hummed in satisfaction, the previous ire on your face melting away quicker than sukuna could fathom. “Good. Well then, if you excuse me, I must prepare.” Your voice was silky smooth as you bowed, shoes swiftly tapping against the wood as you rushed to your chambers to inform your ladies-in-waiting of the good news.

“I used to have power.” Sukuna grumbled as uraume appeared beside them, watching your retreating figure with a tinge of amusement. “Mhm.”

“I used to be unstoppable.”

“Yes, my lord.”

“I used to tear villages apart, rip skin off of bone as screams echoed like music to my ears,” he continued. “I used to bend to no one's will!!” He roared, slamming his fist into the armrest of his regal and very not putrid throne.

“That is true, my lord.” Uraume nodded. Sarcasm grazing their tone.

Sukuna slumped into the chair, scowling at how easy the thought of you had made him soft. How easy you had him trading his reputation for ruthlessness for a man who was a pathetic puddle for his soon-to-be wife.

“Tsk. I despise that woman.”

“Of course you do, my lord.”

A beat of silence. Then another.

“Uraume.”

“Yes, my king?”

“Do not tell her I said that.”

“...”

A.N. uraume was totally gonna snitch btw

Taglist : @sweethearticism

[sadisticslut666]

Nanami Loves Your Ass — Top 10 Worst-Timed Slaps

cw: explicit sexual content, public ass-slapping, spanking, biting, grabbing, inappropriate touching, risk of being caught, dubiously appropriate timing, Nanami can’t keep his hands to himself. Bend that ass over, bitch! m.list

Nanami really, truly loved your ass. Too much. He loved grabbing it, smacking it, coming on it. He loved watching it jiggle when you bent over, loved sinking his teeth into it just to leave marks he’d admire later.

And it became a habit. A bad one. Because Kento Nanami had no damn self-control when it came to you.

So here are the top ten worst-timed moments he’s slapped your ass:

10. The first time it even happened—by accident, really—was in the office when you brought him lunch. Problem was, Gojo was leaning against his desk, running his mouth as usual. Nanami’s hand landed on your ass with a sharp smack before his brain caught up, and Gojo’s jaw dropped. “NANAMIN’S A PERVERT! I KNEW IT!” It took a full hour to calm him down, and he still brings it up at every opportunity.

9. In the classroom. He’d been lecturing when you walked in to deliver files. You bent slightly to hand him the folder and his hand came down on your ass before he could stop it. The students went dead silent before snickering erupted. You barely kept a straight face. Nanami? He just cleared his throat and continued the lesson like nothing happened, though the tips of his ears were bright red.

8. During training, in front of Principal Yaga. You were standing beside Nanami, clipboard in hand, when he smacked your ass hard enough that Yaga’s eyebrows nearly flew off his face. You wanted the ground to swallow you whole. “You two done?” Yaga asked dryly. Nanami didn’t blink. “Apologies. Muscle memory.”

7. At a Jujutsu Tech faculty dinner. Gojo, Utahime, Shoko, everyone there. Nanami had his hand on the small of your back, gentlemanly—until it dropped lower and gave a firm squeeze-slap hybrid. The sound of Shoko choking on her sake is burned into your brain. Gojo pointed a chopstick at you both, grinning. “Was that an ass grab or a slap? Or both?” Nanami’s glare shut him up, but not before Utahime muttered,“Unbelievable horny fucks.”

6. While you were on the phone with your mother. She was rambling about family drama, and you were trying to keep your voice steady while Nanami smacked your ass every time you said “mhmm.” You nearly choked when he pressed you against the counter and squeezed hard, mouthing, say goodbye faster. Your poor mother had no idea why you hung up so quickly.

5. Outside a mission briefing, with half the higher-ups lingering in the hall. You were in heels, files pressed to your chest, trying to look professional. Then came the sharp smack that made the folders slip right out of your arms. Everyone turned. Nanami just stooped to help pick them up, expression unreadable, before murmuring, “Control yourself.”

4. Grocery store. You bent down to grab something from the bottom shelf, and his palm cracked down on your ass so hard the woman next to you in the aisle cast you a jealous look. Nanami didn’t even look guilty—he just muttered, “That skirt’s too short,” and dropped the soy sauce in the cart.

3. In a meeting with higher-ups. You thought you’d be safe in such a stiff, professional setting—Nanami sitting with his tie perfectly straight, his posture rigid, the picture of composure. Until you leaned over to refill his tea, and he smacked your ass under the table. The sound wasn’t loud, but your sharp gasp was, and every head turned toward you. Nanami didn’t flinch. “Hot water,” he explained coolly. “Too close to her hand.” You wanted to strangle him.

2. Mid-mission, during a stealth recon in an abandoned warehouse. You were crouched behind a crate, trying to stay quiet, when Nanami’s hand landed on your ass so hard you yelped. You froze, heart pounding, while Megumi, Nobara, Yuuji, and Gojo all turned in unison, eyes widening. “Nanami!” you hissed, face burning as you tried to retaliate, swiping your hand at Nanami’s ass as he stepped past you, but your aim was off—Yuuji, eyes wide, practically shouted, “Hit him again! Hit him harder!” You froze, cheeks flaming, glancing at Nanami. Nobara rolled her eyes and muttered, “Pervert,” as you leaned closer to Nanami, whispering, “I’ll get you back later.”

1. Worst—or best—moment? After sex, when Gojo barged into his apartment unexpectedly. You were still bent over, dripping cum, thighs, Nanami slowly pulling out of you. His hand came down on your ass—smack!—just as Gojo’s voice rang out, “OH MY GOD, NANAMIN!” 

You squealed, scrambling for Nanami’s discarded shirt. Gojo had the nerve to cover his eyes with one hand and grin through the other. Nanami, utterly unfazed, just tucked himself back into his slacks and said, “Get out.” Gojo laughed, wiggling his eyebrows. “Next time invite me.” You’ve never seen Nanami look closer to murdering him.

a/n: I need my Nanamin