โ โ tw for mild outdated husband wife dynamics โ
he comes home early to address the insult to his masculinity that's been eating at him all day. his wife, the woman he's supposed to be providing for and taking care of, has been sneaking behind his back and paying for things she has no business in contributing to, let alone worrying about.ย
he's allowed you, albeit reluctantly, to keep your job because you love the bakery a whole lot. it gives you practice at decorating and making sweet treats, and you and him get to share the cakes, pastries and donuts that are leftover at the shop by closing time.ย
however, the money you get from working never meant you could start slipping your own card in at the grocery store. it never meant you should be comparing prices on groceries, or help pay for a date. that's his job. and now you've gone behind his back and paid for insurance.
he responds gruffly to your excited, "you're home! oh my goodness, i have so much to tell you about work today!"ย
"mmh. evenin'. "
your face falls. he doesn't usually enter the home like this; he usually drops his things and opens his arms wide for you to run into, then presses a long, warm kiss to your lips and sweeps you off your feet to deepen it. right now, he's just staring at you and frowning.ย
you walk over to him, mood already plummeting at the thought of him having a bad day, or worse, being upset at you for something. you reach out to hold him and ask what's wrong, but he beats you to it, shrugging his coat off and taking a printed bank statement out of the pocket, pushing it into your hands.ย
"explain."
you freeze but recognize it immediately, the paper reflects our own bank activity, bolded and circled. it's impossible to miss the hefty payment labeled "insurance".
you look up at him with wide, guileless eyes. you'd simply made the payment because he'd been buying you so many things recently, pretty dresses, lingerie, a planned vacation to the country you've been daydreaming about for months; he'd noticed you looking longingly at pictures of the island online and had surprised you a week later with plane tickets. with so much money spent on you in such a short period of time, you thought the least you could do was contributing a little to some of your shared bills. "oh... it's just me chipping in a little. i thought i was helpingโฆ"
"helping?" his voice drops and he stares at you more intently. one of his large hands reaches up to cup your cheek and rub his thumb lightly beneath your eye, a reassuring gesture that's meant to lull you into a false sense of security. you immediately lean in to rest your face in his palm. "did i ask for help, sweetheart?"
"no, but-"
he slaps your cheek lightly so you go quiet, then he brings his hand down to your jaw and squeezes, making sure you're looking right into his eyes while he speaks. "and did i ever give you the impression i needed your money?"
you blink, stunned by the sudden shift because his palm that was so gentle a moment ago is now clamping around your jaw. your lips part, but he doesn't give you the chance to answer yet.
"you think i can't take care of my own wife?" he demands. "you think i need your bakery tips to keep food on our table and you in those pretty little outfits i like seeing you in?" you try to shake your head, lip wobbling. you hate when he's mad at you. you really thought he'd appreciate you trying to help out. "that's not-, i didn't mean it like that."
"i don't know what you meant," he cuts in, thumb swiping over your lip . "but that's not your job, sweetheart. it's mine. now i've got t'show you what yours is."
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he's pressed behind you with one hand on the back of your neck and the other holding your hip to keep you in place. your face is in the mattress while he pounds into you with hard, rapid thrusts that make your body jolt every time. his cock drags against your walls hard and thrust, burying to the hilt each time while his heavy balls slap firm against your ass. "y'think i need y'fucking money, woman?"
you whimper into the sheets, hips arching, thighs trembling. And he grabs your waist tighter, rough fingers digging in like he's trying to brand you. "n-no sir," you manage to choke out through a loud whine that sounds garbled because it's mixed in with your squeaky little sobs.
his hands slide down from your waist to your thighs, lifting you just enough to shift, pressing deeper, harder. His hips slam into yours with a sudden, brutal force that knocks the breath out of you. "what kind of man would i be," he growls, squeezing the sides of your neck to make you dizzy. "if i let you run around spending y'money on me and letting you sneak behind my back?"
you're shaking under him, hips jerking up, thighs all shaky while he fucks you harder and harder. the slick between you has become a fucking mess by now. he's not just fucking, he's saying, loud and clear, he's the one taking care of shit. the one putting food on the table and keeping you in those pretty little things he can't stop staring at.
his cock is buried so deep inside you it feels like he's never gonna come out. he's fucking you straight into the mattress just to prove a point. he drags out slow just to slam all the way back in, hitting so deep your legs go weak and your breath catches in your throat. "you like that, don't you?"
"mmh, mhm... yeah," you mumble into the pillow. he scoffs at your dazed little voice. seems like all you care about right now is cock and not the lesson he's trying to instill in your stupid head.
his grip tightens on your hips, not enough to bruise yet but enough to jolt you out of your haze for a second and clench around him. your body responds even when your mind goes soft, even when he's scolding you like you're too dumb to understand anything but the stretch of his cock.
"so now you remember how to use your mouth," he mutters, "but you couldn't open it to ask me before you went behind my back, hm wife?"
you sniffle and try to say something, but he fucks into you too hard for words to form as he bullies his cock deeper into your soaked pussy.
he leans down over you, his broad chest blanketing your back, hot breath puffing against your ear as he shoves in again deep until you squeal. your hips collapse to the mattress and he doesn't let up, just grabs your ass with both hands, spreading you open and using you. filthy, deep thrusts that make your toes curl and your brain go soft. "let's get -fuck- one thing straight." he mumbles into your ear.
"you. don't. pay. for. shit." each word a thrust. each one harder than the last. "understand?" "y-yes-!" "say it." "i-i'm sorry! ohmygod," you gasp out, voice wobbling. "i didn't mean to, I wasn't trying to- mmh, sir, i'm sorry! i won't pay for anything!" "that's fuckin' right."
his hand slips up your back and tangles in your hair, yanking your head up just enough that your mouth falls open in a helpless gasp. he keeps your face turned to the side so he can see every expression while he keeps pounding your pussy.
you're dripping all over the sheets, thighs shaking uncontrollably, mouth slack with how good and overwhelming it feels. he watches for a second, watching the mess he's made of you, the way your body shakes with every thrust and tightens every time he presses deep.
your whole body locks up as your climax crashes over you without warning, a messy, gasping, trembling orgasm that leaves your thighs soaked and your voice gone. you clamp down around him and he grunts loudly in your ear, cock pulsing inside you hard as he spills thick cream deep into you and filling you even more.
he doesn't pull out. just wraps both arms around you, cradling you against his chest to soothe you.
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Getting Choso high with your friends was never a good idea.
Warnings: drug use, sub!choso, handjob, mommy kink, tit sucking, and not proofread ๐
Choso has always been clingy towards you. It didnโt matter where or who was around, he had to be touching you in some form of way. Your presence grounds him, calms his worries and anxieties. But even if Choso was clingy in public, he knew what boundaries not to cross. Til tonight at least.
It wasnโt like this was the first time the two of you had gotten high together. Sure when intoxicated Choso gets more touchier than usual, his voice goes up a few octave and the weapon in his pants grows harder.
With these circumstances you couldnโt fathom why you thought it would be a good idea to sit down and smoke a bowl of pot with everyone. At first it was normal, Choso suffering from a few cough attacks, clinging to you as you comforted him.
It wasnโt anything alarming. When you felt his body slowly drift closer to yours practically leaving no space, you didnโt think anything of it. Happily accepting his tight embrace. Too distracted in a conversation with Yuki, you didnโt notice the way his eyes zeroed in on you. The way he went silent, no longer engaging with Sukuna and Gojo.
His large hand trailed up your thigh, feather like touch sending shivers down your spine. Jolting in his hold when he squeezes your thigh, finally catching your attention. Taken aback at the sight of your disheveled boyfriend.
Droopy eyes with blown out pupils stared back you. The rouge spreading across his cheek almost matched the color of his red sclera. Plump parted from the subtle pants leaving them. Sheen of sweat glistening in light from the smoked out hot room.
You werenโt exactly sure of how to react to this situation, and you felt sick for feeling a slight tingle between your thighs. โAre you okay, baby.โ Fingers running through his dark locks. Which you arenโt too sure if you heard a whine leave his mouth at the caress.
โNo.โ
Eyes widening at the tone. You know that voice and itโs only used when Choso is feeling needy for his mommy. Flustered at the sudden change of mood which you shouldโve have expected.
Scanning your surroundings making sure no one saw the scene going on. Luckily Yuki, Sukuna and Gojo were engaged with their own conversation.
โAww, is my baby feeling needy?โ Soft voice brushing against his ear, he quickly nodded. Face nuzzling in the crook of your neck, deeply inhaling your scent.
โYes, mama.โ Delicate kisses marked your neck, โI-I canโt think properly. I need you nowโ
Sighing, you tried to gently pull him away from your neck to get a better look at him but he stubbornly resisted. โAre you sure you canโt wait a bit?โ You were enjoying your time with your friends but if your boyfriend needed you to take care of him, youโll leave in an instant.
Chosoโs hard cock pressed itself to your thigh with a whimper, โI canโt wait mommy!โ Whining louder than he intended.
Quickly snapping your head towards your friends hoping they didnโt hear the declaration. Yet, they were just as shocked as you by the outburst. You try your best to shield Choso with your body when seeing Sukuna and Gojo struggling to hold in their laughter.
โWhat the fuck??โ Sukuna coughed, hunched over laughing, โNo way this loser just called you mommy.โ
You pulled Choso closer to you, scowl forming on your face, โDonโt be a fucking asshole, leave him alone.โ The last thing your boyfriend needed right now is to be teased in this state.
โI know you guys were freaks.โ Gojo remarked, an annoying ass smirk reaching his face.
Quickly standing up and snatching your boyfriendโs hand, โWeโre leaving.โ Already heading towards the door, dragging your willing boyfriend with you.
โOh come on, theyโre just joking.โ Yuki tried to settle the tension, but you had already made your mind up.
โItโs fine, weโll see you guys later.โ
You barely even had the chance to drive somewhere more secluded, before Choso began to start pawing at your chest. He couldnโt wait any longer to have you, forcing you to follow him to the backseat. Laying on your side lips meeting his in a swift movement.
โIโm sorry for embarrassing you, mommy.โ He whispered, you taking the chance to slip your tongue into his needy mouth. Hand rubbing up his body, traveling underneath his shirt. Fingers squeezing his juicy pec, rolling the sensitive nipple with your thumb, โO-oh please, Iโll do a-anything!โ Body arching into your touch, hips jolting against your thigh.
Mouth sucking on his tongue, wishing it was his pretty cock, reeling the moans from him. โYou never embarrass, baby.โ Reassuring him, string of spit connecting the two of you as you pull away. โAll mommy wants to do is make you feel good.โ
Other hand gripping his hard cock in his sweatpants. Choso hated wearing underwear and you couldnโt be any happier. Rubbing the length, the friction of the material making him cry out at the pleasure.
High pitched whines reached yours ears, โMommy!โ Large hand trying its best to pull down your top. Knowing exactly what he wanted, you allowed him to release your breast. Hand guiding his head towards what he wanted the most, Choso parted his wet lips promptly attaching to the nipple.
โFuck, baby.โ He didnโt spare anytime, sucking harshly at the nipple. His thick fingers pinching the free nipple, not wanting to neglect nothing.
Lowering the sweatpants just enough to allow his needy cock to be released from the confinements. Fat cock slapping against his stomach with a thunk, twitching at the cold air. Pre cum dribbled๏ฟผ from his angry red mushroom tip, down to his cum filled balls.
Soft hand wrapping around the thickness, using the creamy substance as lube. Chosoโs grip on your tit tightened at the contact, muffled whimpers can be heard. Twisting your hand when you reach his sensitive tip.
โIs mommy making you feel good?โ Cooing at the nursing man, he didnโt dare pull away from your tit to speak. Referring to rapid nods, eyes closed with content.
The growing wetness between your thighs, made your head dizzy. You werenโt too sure if it was the weed, if you were to horny, or both. Tingles ran throughout your body, only amplified when you hear his needy voice.
Chosoโs bucked up into your head, sloppily following your rhythm. Squeezing his dripping tip, more pre spurting out making your hand even more messy. Running your thumb underneath the tip, pressing down hard causing his thick thighs to shake involuntarily.
โOh mommy, milk me please!โ His voice was muffled, by the slurping sound. He could never hold back his moans and begging mommy for more.
Your hand sped up, biting you lip at the way his balls jerked at the change of pace. You knew he was close by the way his and and balls clenching, dark eyes rolling back, and his whines even higher.
โSuch a good boy for mommy. I barely even started and you are about to make a mess.โ
Tightening around his base, feeling his hot cock rapidly twitch in your hand. Choso couldnโt hold it back anymore, body shaking like a leaf as he comes close to his climax. Rubbing your thumb upon his tender slit.
He throws his head back, mouth unintentionally detaching from your body. โI-I canโt hold it mommy, please let your baby cum.โ He begging through rapid gasping for air.
โGive mommy all you cum baby donโt be shy.โ You encouraged hand becoming rougher with your movements guiding him to his climax.
Incoherent strings of words, and your name fell from his lips. Hips stilling in mid air, hot creamy cum gushing out. Messing your hand, cute desperate moans forcing their way out, โAh-Ah!โ your hand reaches down to squeeze his balls. Making sure to milk every last drop out of him.
Nothing could ever be simple and innocent with Satoru.
Warnings: foot play, slapping, foot fucking, toe sucking
It was supposed to be a simple foot massage at first. You were exhausted from constantly running all day at work, and like the good boyfriend, Satoru offered to relieve your pain. His skillful hands worked through the aches throughout your foot. It was innocent, sweet even, until you felt his other hand trailing up your thigh, teasing you.
Eyes widened at the sight of his flustered expression, eyes darkening with something you can only describe as desire. You aren't sure where the change of pace had occured, maybe it was the one too many moans of relief throughout the massage. Perhaps this was even a way for your sneaky boyfriend to work through one of his fantasies.
Though, you couldn't complain, seeing how desperate he looked now. Stripped naked, hard cock rubbing against your foot. Mouth hung open, tongue sticking out as he licked from the arch of your foot to your polished toes. Slapping his angry cock against your other foot, small whimper tickling
You couldn't but giggle at his neediness. "Really this desperate for my feet, Toru? It's fucking pathetic." You teased him.
Earning a high pitched whine from him, his pale cheeks heated up at the humiliation, turning a deeper red than before. His hips twitched, leaking tip fucking its way between your toes, smearing pre. Drool seeping out from his plush lips as he wraps around your big toe, sucking harshly. Satoru's tongue was swirling around the toe, feeling as if he were making out with it.
Using your foot to press down on his cock, trapping it between his stomach. Foot jerking his cock. "I just want to be a good boy for you, baby," Satoru moaned. His hips fucking up into your foot, following your rhythm.
His grip tightened on your ankle, yanking it closer to his greedy mouth. A glob of spit slowly drips from his mouth, only soaking your foot further. Tongue sticking out to lick up the dripping trail, taking your toes into his mouth. Eerily blue, droop low almost with intoxication as he searched for yours.
Squeezing his sensitive tip, "You're always a good boy for me, Toru." Biting your lip at the sight of the pure desperation on his face. He looked like a fucking slut. You couldn't ignore the growing wetness between your thighs, your cunt begging for attention. Angry red cock leaking precum down his shaft. Thighs shaking at the pleasure and praise he is receiving from you.
Your heel kneads his cum filled balls, causing them to jerk at the contact. His head rolls back a string of saliva attached to your toes. A loud groan vibrates from his chest, eyes squeezing shut. "Oh god, I'm almost there! Don't stop, please!" Satoru begged.
He spasmed against you, abs clenching as the pleasure built faster than he could handle. Watching his mouth agape, you couldn't resist the urge to stick your foot right back in his mouth, which he quickly accepted. Moans reaching a higher pitch when you roll your feet over his tip, teasing his sopping slit with your big toe.
"Don't be shy, Toru, cum for me." Taunting your boyfriend, whose cock only twitched at the words. Hips stilling as he finally pushes through the peak he has been craving. He couldn't fight the whines leaving him as long spurts of white creamy cum cover your foot as his eyes rolled back.
Still jerking his cock, helping him through his climax. You pulled your toes away from his mouth. Satoru whimpers at the loss, he eagerly follows the departing foot. Yet, you pressed against his chest, raising your other foot to his face.
"Look at what you did, my foot's all covered in your dirty cum." Toes rubbing against his lips, "Be a good boy and lick it up, Toru."
Satoru is such a slut. He'll purposely get you mad just for you to punish him. Whines leave his plump red lips as you fuck him slow with a fleshlight. He doesn't deserve your pussy after the stunt he pulled today. Satoru would wail as you bring him to his fourth orgasm, begging you to finally grant him the pleasure of your warm, tight walls. But when denied, he'll cry even louder, hips bucking into the sloppy plastic hole as his cum spills out.
Satoru is such a slut. He'll beg you to spit in his mouth. Big pale blue eyes staring up at you as if you're some god, with his pink tongue sticking out. You would be grinding down hard against, hand wrapped around his throat. Other hand reaching to grip his snowy hair, forcing his back. You felt Satoru's cock throb inside of you as he watched the glob of spit fall. Eyes rolling back with an exaggerated moan once it makes contact. His hips stuttered twice before coming instantly.
Satoru is such a slut. Who looks for ways for you to praise him. Once you simply called him a 'good boy' and petted his head. Satoru saw stars that day with the way all his blood rushed to his cock, he could've sworn he almost came at the words.
Satoru is such a slut. He moans obnoxiously no matter where the two of you are at. Most of the time he moans louder even in situations when he isn't receiving anything. Satoru's mouth would be sucking harshly on your sensitive clit, two fingers pounding into you. But he would be the one moaning loud while enjoying his meal, moans sending vibrations through your body. It got to the point where the two of you decided to buy a house, since you kept getting noise complaints at your apartments.
Satoru is such a slut. Who finds you so irresistible that he feels the need to fuck you anywhere, whenever he wants. You'll be at a friend gathering talking with Shoko when Satoru comes up behind you rubbing his hard on against your butt. Whispering in your ear to meet him in the bathroom. That'll end up with you bent over the counter, pretty sundress rolled up to expose your ass. One of his hands gripping your hips so hard, you're sure they'll bruise. While the other is stuffing his fingers into your mouth. His thick cock forcing its way into your cunt, the only sounds to be heard are his loud moans and the squelching of your cunt.
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Trying to relieve the aching pressure of your lactating breast unknowingly unlocks a new kink for your husband.
Warnings: lactation kink, tit sucking, and dry humping
Clark felt like a sick pervert. No man should be hard at the sight of his wife pumping their swollen breasts. He shouldn't be salivating when he catches your nipples leaking through your tank tops. Catches himself staring at your tits mid conversation, wondering if they'll spill milk anytime soon.
He didn't want to bother you with the sudden blood rushing towards his groin. So whenever the baby was calm, he'd sneak away into the shower to handle his business. Forehead leaning on the tiles, thick cock pumping into his hand. Eyes rolling back at the thought of his mouth suckling at the sensitive mounds.
Biting his lip to contain the moans, his hand speeds up as his pleasure consumes his thoughts. Titling his head back, tongue sticking out, pretending it was the steady stream of your milky tits. His stroke stutters a bit as his hips shift to fuck his head harder. Cum splattering into his fist, some hitting against the shower tile.
He steps into the room, towel hung loosely on his hips, guilt reeking from his body. And the feeling of his cock jumping to life once again when he catches sight of you. You sat on the bed, a pout forming on your face.
You had your white nightgown pulled down enough to release your aching breast. Groaning as you tried to massage what felt like rocks. Lila was fussy tonight and refused to latch on, so now you have to suffer with the pain of her stubbornness.
Clark didn't know if this was a stroke of good luck or the universe punishing him for perving on his wife. "Are you okay, honey?" Voice was filled with concern, no matter how horny he was, he'd always prioritize your comfortability.
Teary eyes look up at him. "My boobs hurt so bad. Lila didn't want to eat, so now I'm stuck with rocks for tits." You plop down onto the bed, scowling at the pain of your breasts flopping down with you.
Clark immediately saw it as a once in a lifetime opportunity. He sat down on the bed beside you, not really caring for his wet body soaking the bed. "I can help you, baby." Fingers soothing the exposed skin.
Peaking up at him, "And how would you do that?"
He felt his cheeks warming at the thought of finally voicing his neediness to you. He doesn't really understand why he's so nervous to be upfront with his kinky wife, who has been down to try almost anything with him. "I'll give them a massage."
"I guess I'll do anything to make the pain go away."
He shifted to hover above you, large hands hesitating to touch the mounds. Rolling your eyes at his unsureness, you grab his hand, making him touch you. A groan tries to escape, but Clark quickly bites his lip to fight it.
Using a C shape with his hands to support the heaviness. Light circular motions starting at the nipple and working toward the outer base of the breast. Ears catch the way you moan from relief. "Ahhh, that feels good," head tilting against the bed with closed eyes.
He felt lightheaded with the way all his blood was flowing downward. Continuing with the massage, he accidentally puts a bit too much pressure on the tender breast, causing little droplets to fall from your nipple. Clark's eyes almost bulged out at the sight of the white liquid falling onto his hand.
Quickly looking up to observe your content filled face, eyes still closed. He swiftly brought his hand up to his mouth, tongue peeking out to lick up the fallen milk. He couldn't help but moan when the warm milk touched his taste buds. He hated himself for this so badly; you trusted him with this vulnerability, and he's just taking advantage of the opportunity.
But the taste of your precious milk was far better than he imagined. He couldn't bear to understand why Lila refused to feed from you sometimes when you tasted this good. Watching more milk fall throughout the massage. He didn't even notice when his body started leaning forward to the sensitive nipples until he was eye level.
Mouth opening to lick up the trailing milk, tongue making sure to collect everything you had to offer. Your eyes shot open at the sudden wetness, looking down to see your droopy eyed husband staring back at you. You knew it was a matter of time before he let his primal instincts take over and take what he needed. Clark was never subtle, and there's no way you couldn't notice the lustful stares he gave when you were breastfeeding or pumping. And there was no way in hell you could ignore the monster growing in his pants when you were suddenly leaking.
Your hand soothed its way into his hand, lightly guiding his head to your nipple. Clark gladly opened his mouth, hand still showing attention to the other breast. Relieved at your acceptance, he harshly suckles the pebble. Moans send vibrations through your body once the steady stream of your sweet milk spills into his mouth.
The towel long gone from its position on his hips, his angry cock hung against his stomach. Not being able to stand up on its own since it was so thick and heavy. "You couldn't imagine the nights I stayed up late jerking off to this exact scenario. " Hips searching for stimulation, finding your soft thigh. Without a thought, he rubbed himself onto the warm skin.
Precum smeared against your skin while his tip nudged your thigh. His free hand came down your body to press your sensitive nub through your panties. Fingers stroking between the sopping folds, thumb rubbing circles on the clit. "Oh god, Clark! Don't stop!" The constant stimulation from his harsh suckling and rubbing produces endless high pitched whines to fall from your lips.
Moving to position himself between your thighs, making sure not to remove his mouth from your tits. Tugging the delicate cotton to the side, his needy cock ruts in between your folds. Squelching sounds are coming from below while you're slick and his pre lubes his cock. Tip rolling on your clit, balls smacking against your bare ass.
Milk drips down his chin because of his open mouthed moans. A tongue flickers promptly, splattering milk across your tit and his face. His cock is careful to not slip into your wet hole when his tip catches it. "Honey, I think I'm going to cum." Whimpers roll off his tongue while his rhythm stutters.
"Do it, baby, make a mess of me." Hand gripping his hair tightly, groaning just when he brings you to your climax. Legs tightening around his hips, pressing his cock flush against your needy cunt. Cock twitching while spurts of thick, creamy white cum paint your cunt.
He softly falls onto your body, making sure not to squish you with his weight. "I love you, honey." He sighs with relief, smiling up at you.
"I love you too, Clarky."
This was wayyyy longer than I intended, legit don't know how that always happens. If you likey feel free to request * wink wink*
Satoru's weird, and he likes to test your boundaries.
He nuzzled into your stomach. Long arms clinging to your waist, sighing at the feeling of you running your fingers through his snowy hair.
"Moments like these make me think I have to get you pregnant so you'll be stuck with me forever."
You knew this had to be another ploy of Satoru's just to get a reaction out of you. But when you put your book down to look at him, you didn't see the normal teasing expression he wore. It was almost unsettling with how his pale blue eyes were piercing in your soul.
You've grown accustomed to Satoru's interesting behavior, so you simply reached down to softly pat his face. "You're being creepy again."
He smiles wide, all twenty four beaming up at you. It's hard to describe how ecstatic he feels whenever you don't reject his weird advances but instead you just accept them as "him."
You sigh, "Why do you always say weird stuff like that?"
He crawls up to you, hovering above. "Because you don't run away," he says, leaning too close. You couldn't help but flush a bit, feeling like some type of prey, but he taps your chin, forcing you to look at him. "If you really hated it, you would've stopped me a long time ago."
Titling your head with content, "Still creepy."
"Yeah," he grins, "but you're still here." Leaning down to place a wet kiss on your lips with a whine.
Needy, sick Satoru needs more than soup and medicine.
He needs you and cuddles.
You knew something was wrong with your boyfriend when his usually loud, teasing, and overwhelming behavior drastically dropped. His voice is rougher, his movements are more sluggish, and he doesn't have the energy to joke anymore.
Your needy boyfriend as he makes himself comfortable on your lap. Burrowing his head into your neck, concern growing rapidly when you felt the heat radiating off him and the clamminess of his skin.
Pulling back to get a better look at him, ignoring the groans of disdain leaving him. You examine his flushed face. "Baby? Are you sure you aren't sick?" Hand coming up to touch his forehead.
Like the brat he is, Satoru scowls at you as if your accusations were stupid. Squinting at you like you were the problem, "M' not sick." He mumbles before swatting your hand away and resuming his previous position.
The moment he stops denying that the strongest is sick, he's already seeking you out. He hates feeling weak, especially letting anyone else see him weak other than you. He'll lean his whole body weight onto you, causing you to stumble a bit, draping himself over your shoulder and resting his chin on your head.
The need to be near you and touch you as much as possible only worsens when sick. His hand constantly searching for yours even when you're feeding him or helping him bathe. Pulling at your sleeve when you lead him somewhere that's not the bed.
And snotty faced Satoru thrives in the attention you give him while sick. Whenever you do small things like brush his hair off his damp forehead, you'll catch a content smile on his face. He watches you with half lidded eyes as you lull him to sleep with your soft voice and press a cold towel on his forehead. Making sure he takes his medicine even though he'll complain every time.
Don't you dare try to leave his side either. He'll whine and whimper at you to make you feel guilty enough to stay. But he hasn't eaten in a couple hours, and you wanted to keep your boyfriend stuffed full until he recovers. Satoru has slithered his way up your shirt, sniffles can be heard, and his warm body is warming your skin.
You somehow find a way to relieve yourself from Satoru's unnecessarily strong grasp. He didn't even waste a second before whining, making grabby hands at you. "Baby, I need to make you something to eat."
Satoru pouts like a child. "I don't need anything to eat. I just want to be with you." He sniffs baby blue eyes, drawing you in. "Please just lay back down with me." Arms outstretched towards you, pulling you back down.
He's pressed against your side, face tucked into your neck like thatโs the only place he can breathe properly. You accept your defeat all too easily, not wanting to get him worked up while sick. Hand coming up to comb through his white locks, trying not to cringe as he coughs into your neck.
"Just don't leave me, please," he whimpers softly and almost unsure.
You place a gentle kiss on his forehead, whispering back, "I'll never leave you, baby." Feeling him pulling you closer, mumbling barely coherent a string of 'I love you.'
Satoru feels safe with you. You have shown him love that he was never given when he was younger, and he couldn't be even more grateful.
silly clark can't help but have thoughts of breeding you full and starting a family with you
Warnings: breeding kink, lactation kink, pregnancy kink, and mention of size difference
๐๐ฅ๐๐ซ๐ค ๐๐๐ง๐ญ, who can't help but imagine how cute your babies would be. He knew it was stupid to think so far into the future when you've only been dating for a couple of months. But he can't help it. Not when you're so attentive to your niece.
The fixation on starting a family became way more obsessive than he is proud to admit. The thoughts consumed his mind almost 24/7, and as perverted as he felt, he couldn't fight the need to stroke his cock at the fantasies. I mean, can you blame him? It's a Kryptonian purpose to breed your mate. So, late at night when Clark had nothing but time to think, his thoughts started to wander.
The way your body would change physically has the blood flowing to his cock. How you'll gain weight, filling out your hips and ass even more. How cute your stomach would look filled with his babies. Cheeks and lips would swell. His favorite change of all would be how the size and weight of your breast would increase.
They'll fill with sweet milk, weigh down, feeling swollen almost all the time. And like the good husband Clark would be (he wouldn't dare get you pregnant before marriage), he will take it upon himself to relieve the pressure. Large hands massaging the tender and heavy tits, watching absentmindedly while white droplets fall from the sensitive nipples.
His hand trailed down his chiseled body, gripping the hardened cock. Lip bitten raw as he thinks of how you'll groan from relief when his pink tongue licks up the fallen milk and how he'll softly suck the nipple into his mouth. And when the milk finally gushes into his mouth, the harsh moans would force their way out of his body, causing his lustful eyes to roll back. His hand will find its way between your legs, spreading the wetness while his manhood rubs against your plush thighs.
Head tossing against the pillow once the constrictions of his boxers release his hard on. Pre cum dripping onto his toned stomach, Clark moans, brushing his finger gently along the base following the pulsating vein. Hand wrapping around the heaviness, pumping himself slowly to restrain himself against the need to cum so soon.
The process of getting you pregnant wouldn't take too long with the loads that come out of Clark. He would stuff your pussy full every night, probably more than once a day if you'd allow. Thick cock would stretch your tight hole, fighting to keep him in. He'll fight the urge not to pound you recklessly, but hearing your whimpers would only cause him to lose any self control.
Forcing your body to contort with your ankles practically touching your head, his huge body weighing you down. Pelvis rolling on yours, making sure he reaches deep inside you. Angry tip pounding hard into your spot, making you wail out at every movement. Nails scratching down his back, begging him to fill you up.
And when he finally releases inside of you, it's a lot. Thick white cum painting your clenching walls in long spurts. He cums for what feels like a minute or two, holding the position tightly. Cum spilling out of your sloppy pussy as he tries to fuck it back in. When he feels like he's done enough, he'll hold you tight, cock still stuffed inside your pussy, making sure you take his seed.
After your pregnancy you felt the urgent need to start working out, and your husband decided to be your gym buddy to make sure you don't overwork yourself. Yet, you can't help but become distracted by how sexy he looks while lifting.
Warnings: post pregnancy, car sex, public sex?, lactation kink, unprotected sex, riding, hint of breeding kink, fingering, and not proofread.
Perhaps it was a bad idea allowing your husband to come to the gym with you. When he offered at first, you really thought it was sweet, and it allowed some alone time together since the baby. But now you can't help but gawk at how sexy he looks working out.
Clark never needed to work out at all, he's just naturally built like a tank. It almost made you jealous how irresistible he looked effortlessly. Since it was late at night and barely anyone was loitering in the gym, he decided to go shirtless, and you couldn't be more grateful. Huge arms straining as he pulled himself up without even breaking a sweat. Abs glistening in the fluorescent light, tightening with every movement.
You stood in front of him, supposed to be doing your own workout. You were perfectly eye level with the concealed weapon he was hiding in his sweatpants. Clark must've felt the attention you were giving him. I mean, how could he not, because his cock was noticeably twitching in the loose garments? And you weren't any better yourself, the insatiable tingling from below is clouding your mind with lust.
Falling onto his feet with a thud, forcing you to crane your neck to continue gawking at him. He smiled down at you softly, dimples that you adore popping out. "Aren't you supposed to be doing your own reps, little lady?"
"How am I supposed to focus on anything else when my husband is built like a god?"
Clark couldn't help but blush at the cheekiness, even after all these years, you still find a way to fluster him. Large hands grip your hips, pulling you flush against him, sweaty skin sticking together. "Oh gosh, honey."
You knew he smelled the forming wetness in your tiny shorts and heard the quickening heartbeat, a perk of being Kryptonian. Maybe he was even teasing you this entire time, with the unnecessary groans and whimpers. You knew damn well he wasn't struggling one bit.
"We still have an hour and I'm sure Lois isn't rushing us to get back anytime soon." You bit your lip while looking at him, hands stroking through the black locks.
Your husband bent down, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. "How can I resist an offer like that?"
It was comical how huge Clark was. Being a superhuman, he dwarfed practically everything, so seeing him hunched over in the car trying to adjust for your comfortability was hilarious. You straddled him, beefy thighs pulsating underneath you. Clark stared up at you like a teenager in love, admiration in his eyes just like the first time the two of you met.
Not being able to wait any longer, you swiftly smash your lips against his. Lips meshing together messily and unsteadily, like neither of them had the patience to do it gently. Just a quiet, desperate need that had been building for too long. The two of you haven't had enough time to fulfill each other's needs while taking care of a baby.
It was messy, breath mixing, barely giving each other time to adjust before it deepened. You couldn't help but moan at the closeness, him taking the opportunity to slip his tongue between your lips. He gripped you closer without thinking, and you followed just as quickly. Tilting your head to be able to get a better angle.
Hips moving instinctively, rubbing the growing hardness hidden. Moaning when his tip rolls perfectly against your sensitive clit. Every movement felt a little rushed, a little uncoordinated, as Clark's hands tightened on your hips, pulling you down harder onto him.
His head hits the fogging window with a thunk, groaning as he does so. Mouth brushing against his soft skin, littering kisses along his sharp jaw. Hearing his breath hitch when you suckle at his exposed neck. He titled into it, hips jerking up into your needy cunt.
Heavy pants grazing his ear, "I need you, Clark! Please, I can't wait any longer."
His eye darkened at the sight of the desperation practically seeping out of you. He lightly guided you down onto your back, hovering above your awaiting body. Fingers hooked under your shorts, pulling them down along with your lacy panties. He wasted no time trailing his large finger along your thigh, quivering at the light touch. When reaching where you needed him the most, smearing the slick from your gaping hole to your throbbing nub.
His thumb rolled the nerve, lightly pressing down, hip bucking into the touch. Moaning as he rubbed circles, "I haven't touched you in so long, honey, I need to savor this moment." Finger separating the wet lips, getting caught by your hole as he stroked.
When he deemed you wet enough, he sunk the digit in slowly, only going knuckle deep. Mouth agape at finally feeling the pleasure you've been craving for weeks, he watched your reaction closely, cock finding its pleasure by rubbing against your thigh. He fucked his finger in and out of you, sighing at the snug walls dragging him back in.
"Ah!" mewls forcing its way out when he adds another finger inside. You could just cum off this alone, the thickness of his fingers always being enough for you. Thumb reaching up to show your clit more attention.
Locking your legs behind him, pulling him closer. Clark bit his lip, trying to only focus on hearing your moans, but the way his cock is fucking against your thigh, he can't think straight.
"E-enough, I need you inside of me now." A hand reaching down to stop his motion.
"But you need more prep, baby."
"I'll make it fit." This wasn't the first or last time you forced Clark's huge cock to fit inside of you no matter how much it hurt. He slips his fingers out, allowing you to push him back against the door again. Lifting his hips up to yank down his sweats just enough to let his manhood pop out.
Saying Clark was big was an understatement. He was so thick that it couldn't even stand on its own from the sheer heaviness. A pulstating vein ran along the underside up to his red tip. Gooey white pre cum dripping from the tip, pooling on his thigh. Cock jumping at your longing stare, Clark reached down to stroke the monster slowly.
You straddle his lap, smacking his hand away to grip the cock yourself. He shifts into your touch, hands finding their way to your hips once again. Taking a deep breath and bracing yourself, you position the throbbing tip at your entrance.
"Oh golly!" he whimpered at the heat of your cunt enclosing his tip. Teeth gritted as the thickness stretches you out slowly. Quickened moans leave your mouth as the burning sensation overcomes your senses.
Clark's thighs shook underneath you, trying his hardest not to fuck up into you. He wanted to be a good and loving husband, catering to your needs. Catching sight of your tightened eyes and agape mouth while your cunt clenches rapidly with every slide down. Eyes droop down, following the droplets of sweat till they reach your grown tits.
Your husband wasn't too far off, feeling the wave of cum drenching him. Tossing his head back, releasing your leaking nipple with a groan, "I'm gonna fill you up with my seed, baby! There'll be so much, you'll get pregnant again." Mouth forming an O as he reaches his climax, large amounts of cum filling you up in spurts.
Heavy pants were heard as you two came down from your pleasure. Leaning back, you see Clark's face filled with bliss. A dopey smile crossed his face while milk dripped from it. "I love you, baby." He stared up at you, lovestruck.
Choso was needy. He needed you like he needed air. It was a well known fact to anyone in close proximity. After all, you were his first everything, the one person beside Yuji he could tolerate being around. So, it didn't come too much as a surprise when you found him patiently awaiting your arrival back home.
He instantly perked up when he heard the door open, and like the good boy he is, Choso rushed towards the door to greet you. Just coming back from the gym sweaty and sore, the only thing on your mind was to shower and take a good nap, but your boyfriend clearly had other plans.
The hard impact of Choso throwing himself at you would've knocked the breath out of you if you weren't used to it. His strong arms wrapped around you tightly, face nuzzling its way into your neck, "I missed you, mommy." Whiny voiced muffled.
Shit. You know that voice, and you also know you for sure wouldn't be getting that alone time. "Hey, baby," your soft voice tickled his ear as you tried to place a kiss on his cheek, "Whatcha been up to since I was gone?" You tried to pull back from his strong hold, but that only caused him to whimper and tighten his death grip.
"I've been thinking about you." Hips bucking to gain some kind of friction for his raging hard on. You heard his deep exhales, trying to get even closer than he already was. Large hands smoothing down your body grasp your hips, forcing you against the door.
You gasp, feeling his wet tongue peeking out to lick up your salty neck. "Baby, how about we take this to the shower?" Tilting your head to allow him more room to continue his advancements.
"No! I like you better like this."
Wet sloppy kisses smacked against you as he made his way down your body. You were suddenly happy you wore the cropped v neck top. He took his time to show extra attention to your breast, sucking harshly at the sensitive area. Getting his feel, continuing his journey, saliva trails down your body.
Looking up at you with dark doe eyes, silently begging for your permission. You two haven't even begun to get started, and he's already heaving and panting for more. You couldn't help but tease the needy boy, "You can take off the shorts, but keep the panties on."
Obediently, his thick fingers hooked into the shorts, pulling them down swiftly. He almost felt lightheaded with the way all his blood rushed down to his cock. Mouth salivating at the strong scent coming from your pussy. Without a second thought, he nose dives straight into your crotch, groaning and sending vibrations through your body when your scent consumes his senses.
If you weren't so in love with your boyfriend, you would've almost found it creepy with how blown out his pupils were and how heavily he inhaled your scent. Licking a stripe up your damp panties, "Mommy, I can't resist you," he whimpered out, finally tasting the one he'd been craving the entire morning.
A hand reaching down to grip his black hair, forcing his face further into your cunt. Choso's nose rubs against your clothed clit as he suckles the underwear into his mouth. His thick digits pressed into your thighs, feeling as if they would cause a bruise. Throwing your head back when his tongue attempts to poke through.
Your panties were soaked from your slick and his slobber. The imprint of your cunt was almost visible, making it easier for his tongue to slide between the two lips. Twitching as you rolled down on his face, you accidentally stepped on his hard cock. But the accident seemed to be appreciated by the way he moans out into your cunt, hips bucking up to meet the friction.
You couldn't but giggle between moans, of course your slutty boyfriend would like such a degrading act. "Mmm, you want more of that?" you pant out, teeth catching your bottom lip when you catch sight of his blushed pale cheeks and hair sticking to his forehead.
He nodded rapidly. "Do anything to me, mommy, treat me like the whore I am for you." Heel pressing hard onto his cock, feeling it jumping against you. He tries to return to worshipping you, but the sensation was just too much. Forehead resting against your stomach as your toes rubbed against your tip, "Oh f-fuck!" moaning, teeth baring as he tried to control himself.
Pre cum slowly seeped through his sweatpants, glossing your pretty feet. "Pull your cock out, baby." He didn't hesitate to rip down the restrictions, his long pink cock slapping against his stomach. Thick pulsating veins are running their way from his base up to his red tip, droplets dripping from it.
Fighting through the brain fog, he pushed the soaked lace aside, and his tongue quickly caught your throbbing clit. He suckled harder than you were ready for, causing you to jolt at the suction. His cock fucked against your foot, tip poking through your toes.
With the obscene sounds he was creating, it sounded like he was making out with your pussy. His tongue flickered throughout the sloppy cunt, tilting his head to get a better angle. He sucked the lips into his mouth, slurping up all you had to offer. You couldn't help but grind down onto his face. "You're nothing but a needy doggy who'll do anything for his mommy, huh?" high pitched moans fall from your lips.
"Mhm, yeah mama, I'll do anything for you!" Whining as his hips sped when you trapped his cock between his stomach and your foot. You jerked his cock, toes squeezing his wet tip, forcing more pre cum to fall out.
You grind down onto his face, chasing the sweet pleasure building. His thick tongue forced its way into your tight hole, stuffing itself as deep as he could. Fucking it in and out, squelching sounds filling your ear as he worked as hard as he could to make you cum.
Choso grabbed ahold of his cock, slapping the tip against your foot. Harshly rubbing the sensitive tip on your heel. Your eyes rolled back when his tongue curled inside you, wiggling its way to your sweet spot.
"Don't fucking stop, Choso!" You cried out, your voice sounding harsh from the pitchy whines forcing their way out of your throat. Your boyfriend's moans sounded just as needy and high pitched as yours, sounding like his just as close as you were. Abs tightening up once you push through the waves of pleasure, cum being drunk up, and tongue flickering unnecessarily fast.
You felt something warm hit your ankle as his deep groans filled the room. When Choso finally pulled back, the entire bottom half of his face was soaked with your slick. He stared up at you like you gave him life, eyes filled with love and clearly pussydrunk. Legs weak, you slide down the door, becoming eye level with your boyfriend.
