I need someone who's good at science, anatomy preferably, to explain to me how everyone on the ground is malnourished and yet so many of these mfers are over 6 feet. How are they growing vertically but not horizontally?
The screen of your phone lit up with a picture of Sukuna looking entirely unamused, his contact name accompanied by a string of heart emojis that you had forced him to set up himself.
You swiped to answer, balancing your water bottle and yoga mat under one arm as you stepped out of the pilates studio and into the sweltering afternoon heat.
“Tell me you’re outside,” you breathed into the receiver, scanning the line of parked cars. “Because my legs are literally shaking and if I have to walk more than ten feet, I’m going to collapse on the pavement.”
A heavy sigh crackled through the speaker. “I’m sorry babe, not outside.”
You stopped in your tracks. “What do you mean you’re not outside? Babe, you promised.”
“I know, but the meeting ran over,” he grumbled, the sound of a pen clicking rapidly in the background giving away his irritation. “I can’t leave for another forty minutes. Order a Lyft.”
“A Lyft? Are you kidding me? Do you know what the surge pricing is right now?”
“When has that became a problem for you and more importantly, for ME?” he shot back, his voice dropping an octave. “Just book the car, baby. I’m sending you the money right now.”
“No, don’t!” you argued, shifting your mat to your other hip. “I still have like, half of the allowance you gave me on Monday. I can just use that.”
“No. Check your phone.”
Your phone buzzed against your cheek. You pulled it away to look at the notification. Sukuna sent you $100.
“A Lyft home is twenty bucks.”
“Yes I know. I sent you extra to get the Black SUV option, just add the change to your allowance or whatever. I gotta go, they’re calling me back in. See you at home.”
The line went dead before you could even get another word in. You stared at the screen, then at the $100 sitting pretty in your account. You looked up. Directly across the street was that insanely overpriced artisanal bakery you loved.
Then, you looked down the block. The entrance to the subway station was right there. The train ride home was exactly $2.75.
An idea immediately took over your brain. If you took the train, you would have $97.25 left. That was practically free money. It would be a crime not to spend it on a little treat.
An hour and a half later, you pushed the front door of your shared apartment open, using your hip to bump it shut because both of your hands were completely occupied.
Sukuna was already home, sitting on the edge of the kitchen island. He had stripped off his suit jacket, his tie hanging loosely around his neck and the top three buttons of his dress shirt undone, exposing the dark ink on his chest. He looked exhausted, holding a car of beer in one hand, but his eyes immediately snapped to you as you waddled in.
His gaze dropped from your face to the three massive bakery bags in your arms, to the iced matcha latte balanced precariously in your grip, along with your mat & bottle. A surprise he always think about since your hands are too small yet you seem to carry everything at oncr.
“Hey,” you chirped, kicking off your sneakers.
Sukuna blinked. He set his can down on the marble counter. “What the hell is all that?”
“Snacks,” you said simply, dropping the bags onto the island next to him. “I got the pistachio croissants you pretend to hate but actually love, two slices of the truffle flatbread, a whole box of macarons, and some weird strawberry tart thing that looked pretty.”
He stared at the feast, then looked back up at you, his eyes narrowing. “You bought all this with the coffee money?”
“Well, no.” You took a sip of your matcha, avoiding his gaze. “I used the Lyft money.”
Silence stretched across the kitchen. Sukuna tilted his head, his expression dangerously blank. “You used the Lyft money.”
“Yeah.”
“The money I gave you to get a safe, air-conditioned ride home.”
“Mhm.”
“So how did you get home?”
You smiled innocently. “I took the train.”
Sukuna closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, taking a long, deep breath. “You took the train.”
“It’s only four stops!” you defended, crossing your arms. “And the bakery was right there! Do you know how fast those croissants sell out?" He scoffed as you defended your point. “Plus, the train is good for the environment. I’m reducing my carbon footprint.”
“Baby, you don’t even know what a carbon footprint is,” he deadpanned, opening his eyes to glare at you. “I sent you a hundred dollars so you wouldn’t have to haul your ass onto a crowded subway car after a workout.”
“If I took the Lyft, I wouldn’t have had enough for the macarons. And you love the macarons.”
“..... So you're saying you did this for me,” he snapped, though his eyes briefly flicked down to the box. “Yeah! I thought about you when I was in line.” You saw him bite the inside of his cheek, supressing a grin that's almost coming out. “You're gonna be the death of me.”
“You’re being dramatic.”
“I’m being dramatic? You’re stubborn as hell!” He reached out, grabbing your waist and pulling you flush against his legs. He smelled like expensive cologne and beer. “You have the worst spending habits of anyone I’ve ever met.”
“Do not scurtinize me, and fyi; it’s called girl math,” you said smugly, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Besides, I saved you money. Technically, I made a profit.”
Sukuna let out a harsh laugh, his hands squeezing your hips. “That is the dumbest logic I’ve ever heard in my life.”
“For you, but not for me,” you batted your eyelashes, holding up the half-eaten croissant. “Bite?”
He looked at the pastry with disdain, then leaned down and took a bite anyway. He chewed slowly, his eyes never leaving yours.
“Fuck,” he grumbled, swallowing. “That’s actually really good.”
“See? My investments always pay off,” you grinned, “High ROI.”
“Don’t use corporate terms, you don’t know what they mean,” he sighed, wrapping his large hands around your waist and pulling you flush against him. “If you ever pull this ‘girl math’ bullshit with our actual bank accounts, I’m having you legally committed.”
“I would never,” you gasped in mock offense. “I only use girl math for the important things. Like treats. And shoes. Speaking of which, since I saved you forty dollars on that Lyft today…”
Sukuna groaned, dropping his forehead against your shoulder. “I am not buying you another pair of shoes because you took the fucking train.”
You laughed, thoroughly satisfied. Oh well, free pastries for you, I guess.
an: saw this shit in my drafts. this was true to life btw, my bf will send me money to book an uber after school when we were in college but i'll use it for food so I have something to eat while commuting hahshsjaj. dividers by: @dollywons 🌼 idk who the artist for the visuals above but i got it here + here @pixelins
also! i'm tryign different layouts, do you like it?! or just the simple text is enough? 😇
having ryomen sukuna as your boyfriend is like having your own six foot four two hundred thirty pound body guard and you absolutely love it.
“seatbelt.” he’ll say when you hop into the passenger seat of his truck and immediately go to fix your mascara in the mirror instead of ensuring your own safety.
“is your location on?” he’ll ask as you’re actively using his forearm as a support beam to hurriedly slip on a pair of dangerously high heels so you can meet your friends waiting outside.
“when i call ‘n check up on you, you answer, got it? y’know i’ll come find you if you don’t.” he’ll kiss into the crook of your fragrance oiled neck before you leave.
and whenever you’re in public with him you can literally just turn your brain off, because why would you need to think when your boyfriend can do it for you?
like when you’re strolling outside on a summer day, features illuminated gorgeously by the sun’s golden rays. lips freshly glossed and phone held out in front of your face as you try to get the angle right for your selfies. just as you go to snap the picture you distractedly take a step towards the asphalt to cross the street without looking, only to get photobombed by a large hand reaching out, palming your forehead like a basketball and pulling you back onto the sidewalk.
or how about when you’re tugging him through the mall and on your way to your seventh store, your shopping bags laddered up his left arm and your arm looped around his right, dainty finger tips brushing against the slightly raised lines of his tattoos as he follows your lead and listens to you go on and on about whatever the fuck.
and you’re just strutting beside him without a worry in the world in one of those skimpy little skirts he absolutely fucking despises (but paid for anyway) when your lip gloss accidentally slips from between your manicured hands and clatters onto the ground.
as soon as sukuna hears you go ‘oops!’ he’s already stepping behind you to shield your backside from view with his body because you’re bending right over to pick it up without even thinking about who you might flash, or who’s ass he might have to beat for looking too hard. and as the ever yearning man he hates to admit he is, he can’t help but let his head weigh down a bit to selfishly steal a glance at those pretty pink panties you’re wearing and lick his lips at how deliciously they cling to your cunt.
he’s suddenly grateful for your shopping addiction, as he can now use one of your many bags to hide the bulge tightening within his pants as the two of you continue walking. maybe that skirt isn’t so bad, he thinks.
Where other people see you as bitchy, he thinks you’re a walking goddess
Some people think you’re a bit much, and they’re not wrong. You are a lot and that’s not a bad thing. You just like what you like. He knows that, and does everything he can to keep you happy.
You want to try this new restaurant in town? He’s booking a reservation as you speak. You don’t like the music he plays while driving? He has a whole playlist filled with songs you like just for when you’re riding with him.You want flowers? He brings you the most elaborate arrangements and keeps a florist on speed dial. Whatever you want, he’ll make it happen.
He doesn’t mind that you’re high maintenance, he loves it actually. Show him all the things you bought from sephora. Let him join in on your nighttime skincare routine. Tell him all about the inspo for your next nail set, he’s paying anyway. In fact, he even enables it. He always offers to take you shopping and chimes in on what color you should get your nails painted (so it looks good when you’re grabbing his dick) just because he loves his beautiful girl. Also, what man wouldn’t want to show off how hot his lady is whenever he gets the chance?
Even in the bedroom, he likes when you’re a bit mean.
Be a brat, he loves it. Go ahead and run your mouth all you want, you’ll be eating your words later when he stuffs you full of his big cock. He’ll let you have your fun for now, but you’re in for it when he’s had enough. The change from being bratty to needy and clingy makes him impossibly hard. He eats it up.
He’ll entertain you and play submissive every now and then. He’ll call you mommy, tell you how much he needs you, and beg for you to let him touch you because he knows you like it. But outside of riding him, you’re never really dominating him are you? No, he’s the one in charge.
That’s what you really want though, isn’t it? To be on the verge of tears as his thick cock rams into you? To have him reach that spot that makes your toes curl and makes you cry out his name? To be manhandled into the most obscene positions? He knows that’s what you really want and he’s more than happy to give it to you.
Don’t run. There’s no running. He’s making you take it. Yes, he’s big. But you’re going to have to be a good girl and take it. Would you rather him reward you for being a good girl or punish you for your bratiness? (Trick question, both end with you fucked out and unable to form a sentence)
Afterwards, he’s right back to doting on you. He’ll carry you to the restroom and clean you up while telling you how good you were. He’ll put you in one of his shirts and bring you a glass of water. As you're dozing off he’s whispering to you about how much he loves you and how beautiful you are to him.
As far as sex goes, August will try anything once. He’s not one to limit himself, especially in the bedroom. You wanna tie him to the bed? He’s down. You wanna try roleplaying? He’s designing costumes for you to wear as you speak. Pegging? He's very interested. It doesn’t matter how vanilla or how kinky you are, August is open to whatever you want to try.
As far as his own kinks, I think he’s into some interesting things. I headcanon August as being a nerd, so he would like it if you cosplayed as a fictional character. Something about him also gives pet play, I don’t know why. Just know if August ever asks you to put him on a lease that’s probably why.
August will fuck you whenever and wherever. The bed, the couch, the kitchen counter, the car, an elevator, you get it. Just make sure you’re doing it somewhere sound proof. (as if August can’t be heard from a 400 miles radius)
He’s so loud, obviously. He physically can not be quiet during sex. Putting your hand over his mouth doesn’t work. Gagging him doesn’t work. Stuffing your panties in his mouth doesn’t work, it actually turns him on even more. He can’t help it, he just has to let you know how good he’s feeling.
He’s a munch and it’s so messy. Between your legs, there is a mix of August’s saliva, your juices, and strands of his hair that stick to your skin. He doesn't want to break away from you even for a second. You have to push him off you after a while or else he’ll suck your clit until it’s sore. By the time he’s done with you there’s a puddle of your juices under you.
He likes toys, for you and him. Unlike other men, August doesn’t feel the need to compete with your toys. He will not hesitate to use the rose on you while he’s fucking deep into your pussy. At the same time, August has no issue with butt stuff. So he’d be fine with you putting something in his backside.
I feel like August would like being dominated a little. You taking control is probably the sexiest thing in the world to him. So feel free to ride him until your heart’s content. If you really want to destroy him, pull on his hair….hard.
August cums quick but he has a lot of stamina. Give him a few minutes in between rounds (let him lick your cunt in the meantime too) and he’ll be ready to go in no time. I feel like he’d be into overstimulation lowkey.
Gojo already knows you’re ovulating, your health app is linked to his phone, so he’s not surprised when he wakes up to you straddling his lap and grinding against him. What he is surprised about is how many times you both have finished and yet you are still insatiable.
“More. I need more Toru,” you whine, planting your hands on his chest, grinding against his cock while he whimpers and writhes underneath you.
“Take what you need, baby,” he replies, his face screwing into one of overstimulation, but it fades into pleasure again when his cock twitches against your soaking pussy.
You waste no time in reaching between you and gripping onto the base of him to line him up at your entrance. His hands grip onto the fat of your thighs, steadying you from your frantic movements, watching you through half-lidded, fucked out eyes.
Sinking down on him, an obscene moan rips from your throat while his cock fills you up, leaving no space inside of you empty just the way you like it. The thick head of his length is nestled against your cervix, his shaft is twitching against your sweet spot with every micro-movement, and when your nails dig into his chest from pleasure, he can’t help but buck his hips up into you while hissing.
“Still so t-tight,” he groans, his grip on you turns punishing as his head falls back against the pillows.
You fall with him, chest against chest, your lips finding each and every single inch of bare skin they can find. Kissing his jaw, his neck, his shoulders, just behind his ear, the rough skin of his chest, all open-mouthed and wet. Your knees dig into the mattress as you slide off him until you reach the tip, and you bounce in his lap when you come back down.
“Feels so g-good Toru.”
Skin slapping against skin fills the room, along with mixed moans and groans, the smell of sex is so thick you could taste it. Your pussy is beyond lubricated from rounds and rounds so his cock glides in and out with little friction.
“Mhm,” is all he can manage to get out, his eyes shutting tight, mouth falling open the faster you ride him, the deeper his cock reaches, the harder you bounce.
You moan against his neck, mouth hanging open, drool dripping from your chin and strings of saliva connecting you to his skin. Your eyes stay open despite the tears staining your cheeks, you simply don’t want to miss the sight of THE Satoru Gojo so fucked out he can barely speak.
Every time your ass hits his thighs, the air is knocked out of his lungs resulting in breathy gasps, ones that you swallow immediately when your lips capture him. Your tongues dance around together, exploring the expanse that is not unknown, greedily taking each and every sound of pleasure.
“Need y-you to fill me u-up,” you whimper, grinding your hips down when he is buried to the hilt, feeling his cock twitch over and over again with tired desire and orgasmic pleasure.
His hands find your hips, steadying himself just barely before driving up into you. He fucks you relentlessly, not letting up for a single second, his hips rolling into yours until your body collapses against his.
The veins and ridges of his cock slide through your raw walls, your pussy molding to the familiar feeling of his cock, clenching down tight around him when he tries to pull out as if you never want him to leave. Your clit drags against the skin of his lower abdomen, your nipples brushing on the skin of his chest, his cock bullying your insides, and all of it pushes you over the edge.
“F-fuck, cumming… I’m c-cumming Toru,” you whine, body moving frantically with him, your climax peaking while your back arches and toes curl against the sheets.
Your body becomes rigid, muscle drawing taut as your orgasm begins to run through you. Cum gushes from your pussy, coating his length and dripping down his skin, pooling against the bed and leaving a mess to clean up later. Moans fall from your lips repeatedly, incoherent words mixing with his name right against his ear and it has him shooting his seed into you just from the sound of your honey sweet voice.
“Y-yeah? Just like this, right b-baby?”
With a few more thrusts he’s burying himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing and leaking against your cervix. Long, thick ropes of warm cum flood your pussy, copious amounts coating your walls and leaking back out when no more will fit. It drips off your skin, falling into the mess from your own orgasm as proof of shared pleasure.
Gojo’s thrusts come to a stop, and his hands find your back immediately. He rubs against your spine, his thumb circling the soft skin as he soothes you, doing his best to catch his breath and recuperate.
Heavy breathing fills the air, hearts pounding against chests, bodies that are slick with sweat. You rest your head against his chest, coming down from your drawn-out climax, his cock still stuffed deep inside you.
“More,” you breathlessly say, fingers curling against his skin, your pussy already beginning to clamp down on his length once more.
“No. No more. What are you trying to do… kill me?”
You laugh softly, moving your head to kiss his chest, sucking ever so slightly on the skin before moving up to his face. You rest your forehead against his, lashes fluttering as you gaze at him, his own gaze falling upon yours.
“Aw, I thought the strongest would at least be able to handle a few more rounds,” you tease, pecking his lips and making a move to get off him.
Quicker than you can process, he has you flat on your back, cock still buried deep, and your legs wrapped around his waist. You gasp from the movement, staring up at him hovering above you, his fingers curling in the sheets as his arms cage your head in.
“Now that you mention it…”
Suguru Geto
Geto usually makes love to you, sweet and slow sex from the side, or you on top so he could watch your face and see every inch of your body, but right now you needed him to fuck you like his life depended on it instead of the sensual rounds he has been giving you repeatedly tonight.
“Sugu, baby… I need you to fuck me,” you whine, pushing your ass back against him where he lays behind you, stuffing his cock impossibly deep inside your pussy until the head is nestled against your cervix.
“Is that not what I am doing sweet girl,” he asks, kissing your back softly, moving to your shoulder, then your neck where he sucks the skin gently just to leave purple bruises behind.
His hips roll against you, his cock filling you up with precision, hitting every last spot inside of you. Hands on your hips, fingers digging into your fat, he groans in your ear as he watches your pussy swallow him whole.
Your ovulation has you bouncing off the walls though, craving him, specifically the meanest parts of him right now. Pushing against his thigh, you signal for him to pull out, and when he does you look over your shoulder to face him and really get your point across.
“Fuck me mean, not have sex with me softly.”
That is the last sentence you get out before Geto pounces on you.
Flat on your back, head buried in the pillows, he has your ankles by your ears with your pussy bare to him. He slams his cock back inside you, and without giving you any time to adjust, he starts his relentless, punishing pace you begged for.
“This is what you wanted, right,” he coos, tilting his head to the side in question, waiting for your answer.
The veins and ridges of his cock slide through your walls, filling you up to the brim, leaving no space inside of you empty for too long. He thrusts hard and deep, going faster each time when his balls hit your ass and his skin slaps against yours. His fingers dig into the fat of your calves, pushing your legs against your chest, keeping you steady while he abuses your pussy.
You can’t even form a single thought, let alone find enough brain power to answer his question. Your mouth hangs open, moans leaking from you, drool dripping from your chin and onto the pillow below you. The bare skin of your thighs rubs against your nipples, stimulating you even further, and when you clench around him, he hisses from the tightness.
“I did not hear you,” he growls, fucking you harder, giving you painfully pleasurable strokes.
When all you do is moan and whimper his name in response, he takes one hand off your calf and slaps you across the face soft enough to feel good. Your eyes shoot open, watching a smirk pull at his lips before your gaze falls to where your pussy takes his impossibly large length. The pain turns to pleasure quickly when his thumb runs over the burning skin, soothing but punishing you at the same time.
“Answer me sweet girl, or I will stop.”
One hand grips the sheets, your fingers tangling in fabric, the other reaches down to push at his abdomen, begging him to let up on your poor body. He laughs softly, and thrusts harder.
“’s too much Sugu,” you whine, trying to squirm out from under him, but your pussy clenches tight like it never wants him to leave.
“Don’t run from something you asked for,” he growls, pulling you back down onto his cock, refusing to let you get away from him.
He angles you just enough to hit your sweet spot, and when your back arches from the bed as you cry out for him, he knows exactly how to wear you out. He places one leg on his shoulder, moving his hand to your lower belly, and he pushes against it to feel himself digging around deep in you.
“So c-close,” you whine, your body melting into his touch but shrinking away at the same time.
His thumb brushes against your clit, just once, just enough for goosebumps to line your skin and for your moans to turn completely breathless. He watches your face contort into pleasure, watches your body writhe beneath him, watches the way your swollen clit seems to beg for him.
“Yeah? Cum on my dick then… be a good girl, won’t you?”
He gathers slick to bring it up to your sensitive bundle of nerves before rubbing tight, quick circles on your clit, the pace matching his thrusts. Geto fucks you deeper, making sure to slam against your cervix and brush against your sweet spot, anything to get you to cum on his dick and tire you out at the same time.
“F-fuck, right there S-Sugu… I’m-“
Before you can finish your sentence your orgasm rushes through you, making your body become rigid and your muscles draw taut. Your walls flutter and clench around his length in rhythmic pulses as cum gushes from your pussy, leaking down his cock and making a mess between the two of you.
Your nails dig into his lower abdomen, the others gripping at the sheets as if it is your lifeline, and he grunts from the pleasurable pain of you. He tries to hold back his whimpers, but the second he glances down and catches sight of your cream coating his base, he cums immediately.
“Shit, so goddamn wet and t-tight… gonna fill you up so m-much.”
With a few more thrusts he is burying himself to the hilt with a final slam, cursing under his breath from how consuming the pleasure is. Long, thick ropes of warm cum flood your pussy as his cock pulses deep inside of you, coating your walls, stream after stream pumping out against your cervix until it is leaking from you.
His movements come to a stop, and he releases your legs from his mean mating press just to collapse on top of you. His skin is warm, sweat slicking every part of him, his cock still buried deep as he tries to catch his breath.
Every clench of your pussy has him whimpering with overstimulation, and you watch his body jerk against yours while the two of you come down from the shared high. After a while he pushes himself up onto his elbows, hovering above your face, and leaning down to pepper your skin with the softest kisses.
“Did that do the job,” he asks in between kisses, his hands gliding over your skin, caressing you after fucking you oh-so mean.
“Mhm,” you hum out, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him against you again.
He laughs quietly, snuggling into you, melting as you run your fingers through his long, dark hair. He has no plans to move, in fact, he could go a few more rounds if you want.
Kento Nanami
Nanami is tired, although he will never admit it out loud, you can tell by the way his pace and rhythm falters after so many rounds. He doesn’t want to leave you high and dry while you’re ovulating though, in fact, he figures maybe he should bring out the big guns to really wear you out.
With his cock shoved deep inside your pussy, chest to chest, he rests his forehead against yours, heavily breathing while he places soft kisses to your lips. He reaches over, opening the drawer of your nightstand, and pulls out your vibrator.
He isn’t one to shy away from the best help he can get in bed.
He turns its on and the buzzing immediately floods your ears. Without wasting any time, he places it against your clit and resumes his thrusts. You back arches from the bed, the vibrations running through you mixed with the feeling of his cock hitting your cervix and sweet spot repeatedly has your toes curling against the sheets.
“Ken, f-fuck,” you moan out, your hand grabbing his wrist, pushing him away and pulling him closer all at once.
“That feel good, baby?”
He thrusts into you steadily, hard enough to knock the air out of your lungs, slow enough to feel like he’s making love to you. Elbow digging into the mattress, his arm cages around your head, bringing you closer to him as his fingers tangle in your hair. Your legs wrap around his waist, planting your hands on his chest, and he leans down until his warm breath is hitting your soft lips.
“So g-good,” you whine, rolling your hips against the vibrator, chasing the feeling of your high that is already so close.
Nanami pulls you into a kiss, your lips moving together in tandem, before sliding his tongue over your lips and entering your mouth. He explores slowly, mapping every inch of space as he greedily swallows your sounds of pleasure. Every few seconds he pulls away, a low groan rumbling through his chest while his cock twitches in the very depths of your pussy.
“So wet and tight… you feel so good around me,” he praises, peppering kisses along your jaw, your neck where he sucks and bites the skin ever so slightly, your shoulder where he licks long stripes to taste the salty-sweet of you, and it drives you insane.
His pace picks up, thrusting into you quicker now, encouraged by the way your walls clench and flutter around his length. Your nails dig into the rough skin of his chest, pleasuring him painfully, and while your head falls back against the pillow you cry out for him.
Your mouth hangs open ever so slightly, drool leaking from your lips and dripping down your chin. Your moans come out broken, in short breathy gasps every time he slams against your cervix, whimpering softly when he pulls back out just to do it all over again.
The veins and ridges of his cock slide through your walls, filling you to the brim, molding your insides to fit him and making sure to hit every part of you. He doesn’t leave you empty for long, always sliding his length back inside until he’s buried as deep as he can go. His shaft twitches against your sweet spot, brushing past it with precision, tip leaking precum that beads from his slit and sticks to you like glue.
“Cum for me, sweet girl. Let me f-feel you,” he says, the words turning into a ragged beg at the end, his fingers moving to turn up the setting on the vibrator to push you over the edge.
He thrusts deeper, harder, faster, anything to get you to where you need to be. You’re so close, your orgasm sitting in your lower belly ready to snap like a spring coiled tight, and the sound of his voice cracking and begging only stimulates you further.
“S-shit… gonna c-cum Ken, p-please,” you whine, rolling your hips frantically, bucking them up and pushing them down again before repeating the motion.
The urge fills your body, heavy and delicious, and you can’t seem to hold back when he knocks against your cervix again. Warm streams of squirt shoot from you, getting everything wet. It coats his cock, soaks his skin and drips down until it pools in the sheets. Your body twitches from the force of pleasure running through you, and you push away the vibrator to let him draw your high out with just his cock.
“There you g-go,” he coos, setting the vibrator down and running his hand along the length of your side, caressing the skin as he drives himself to his own release.
With every thrust of his cock, more squirt leaks out, and he can’t seem to tear his eyes away from the sight. There is nothing like seeing his wife writhe with pleasure underneath him. The thought alone has him cumming.
A guttural groan tears from his chest, and he buries himself to the hilt, pumping so slowly into you while he gives himself to his climax. Long, thick ropes of warm cum flood your pussy, coating your walls, seeping in past your cervix and leaking out when no more will fit all at the same time. He rocks inside you, his forehead resting against yours, and he kisses you with pure passion and relief.
You pull away, breathing heavily, gasping for the same air he steals from you. Wrapping your arms around his neck, he buries his face there, smelling the sweat and aroma of your arousal and release mixing together. The room reeks of sex, thick enough in the air you could taste it. The sheets are wet, your body is tired, and all he wants to do is roll over and pull you into his arms to go to sleep.
“Do you feel better, baby,” he asks, his words vibrating against your skin, and he punctuates it with a soft kiss.
“So much better, Kenny baby.”
Hiromi Higuruma
Higuruma slipped into the shower early morning for work, trying his hardest not to wake you, but you inevitably stir from your dreams and make your way towards the bathroom. You step into the shower without a word, silent and sneaky, and wrap your arms around his waist.
He mumbles out a tired apology, continuing to let the water run down his skin, but stops in his tracks when your hand grazes too low. Your fingers ruffle through his happy trail, tickling the sensitive skin of his abdomen unintentionally, before moving lower, and lower.
Wrapping your hand around his base, you squeeze tight, taking in his groan that rumbles through his body and vibrates through your own as his cock grows hard from your touch. The water falls against your hand, making it easy to glide, and you rub his tip with your thumb where precum begins to bead. His body shudders against you, his back pressing into your chest when you begin to stroke his length.
He turns around quickly, placing two hands on the back of your thighs, and hiking you up his body until your legs wrap around his waist. You kiss him rough, needy, and you gasp against his mouth when the cold shower wall hits your back. Goosebumps rise along your skin, the frigid tile, your nipples against his chest, your hands roaming every inch of his body you could reach, you need him and you need him now.
“Want it that bad, huh,” he asks, resting his forehead against yours, catching his breath from your all-consuming kiss.
“Please Romi,” you whisper, rolling your hips against him, begging him for it.
You reach down between the two of you, grabbing hold of his cock, and lining it up with your entrance. He pushes in slow, letting your walls mold to his length, letting you adjust to the sheer size of him as he fills every last inch of your aching pussy.
“F-fuck, so b-big,” you gasp out, burying your face in his neck, placing wet, out-mouthed kisses against his skin.
When his tip hits your cervix, he pulls out, hissing from the tightness of your walls clamping down on him for dear life, and slams back into you. Your back slides against the tile, but he holds you steady, keeping you exactly where he wants so he can thrust into you effortlessly.
“Yeah? I’m making you feel good?”
His balls clap against your skin with his steady movements, hips rolling against yours to dig deep inside of you, his length brushes past your sweet spot and your back is arching from the tile wall. Your toes curl against his skin, nails digging into his back, and your teeth nip at his neck from the uncontainable pleasure running through you.
“So g-good,” you cry out, your sounds of pleasure vibrating against his skin, your touch burning through him.
You bring one hand down, finding your clit with ease, and begin rubbing tight, quick circles on your sensitive bundle of nerves. He groans from the sight, pounding into you harder, faster, deeper, eager to watch you cum on him.
“Look at you, so needy,” he says, moving one hand to your ass, the other trailing up your back and letting his fingers tangle in your hair.
He pulls on it, pulling your face out of his neck, gazing at your fucked out look. Your eyes are half-lidded, mouth hanging open ever so slightly as drool drips from your chin, and he watches as your hips roll desperately against your own fingers to chase your orgasm.
“You feel so good around me.”
His words sound like music to your ears, the praise rumbling through your body and landing right in the pool of heat sitting in your lower belly. Your hand works faster at your clit, body moving frantically with a desire so strong its almost overwhelming. He grunts when your walls clench around him, so tight he can barely thrust into you, knowing that you are so close.
“Eyes on me when you cum,” he says, voice stern and leaving no room for argument, not that you would argue anyways so you nod your head and peel your eyes open.
Cum gushes from your entrance, leaking down the length of his cock, running down his skin before the water washes everything away. He glances down, watching as your pussy swallows him whole, at the way your slick and cum leave a sticky cream at his base, and he moves as if he is going to pull out.
“Gonna cum, f-fuck.”
“C-cum in me Romi, p-please,” you beg shamelessly, wrapping your legs tighter around his waist, locking your ankles at the dip of his back.
“In you? B-baby… aren’t you ovulating,” he groans, his cock twitching at the request, the thought of him filling you up at a time like this only pushing him closer and closer to his climax.
You nod your head, saying yes and begging all at once, and he is never the type to tell you no.
His pace falters, his hips stutter against yours, and with a few more thrusts he’s burying himself to the hilt and spilling his seed against your cervix. Long, thick ropes of warm cum flood your pussy, coating your walls as his cock twitches and pulses rhythmically. It leaks out when there’s no more room left inside of you, dripping onto the shower floor and washing away without leaving a mess.
His body slumps against yours after drawing out the shared high until both of you are twitching and whimpering. Slowly, he lowers you to the shower floor, planting his hands on your hips to keep you steady as your legs wobble, and he buries his face in your neck.
“Stay home from work,” you whisper breathlessly, resting your forehead against his, placing a feather light kiss to his lips.
He laughs softly, pulling away to really get a good look at you, and shakes his head in disbelief.
“To do what? Have sex all day?”
You place your hands on your hips, sticking one leg out and letting your foot tap once.
“And why do you say it like it’s the worst idea you’ve ever heard,” you ask, tilting your head to the side in question, getting irritated by his response.
“Actually… now that I’m thinking about it, that's a great idea, baby. Let’s do it.”
“Mhm.”
Toji Fushiguro
Toji loves when you’re needy, so needy that it clouds your brain and the only thing on it is how much you want to get fucked by him. It makes his cock impossibly hard, which is when you are bent over the arm of the couch, pussy completely bare for him and being stuffed with every last inch of his length.
One hand is spread on your lower belly, pressing into the soft skin, he groans while feeling himself dig around inside of you. His other hand cups your breasts, fingers pulling at your nipple, feeling it harden from his touch. He has your feet knocked far apart as he stands tall behind you, pounding into you like a rabid animal.
“You like that? Feels good don’t it,” he coos, leaning down to press a rough kiss to your spine, relishing the way you shiver from the sudden touch.
Nodding your head yes, you arch your back further, the new angle seeming to let him reach even deeper inside of you while hitting all the perfect spots with a learned precision. You reach behind you, pushing against his lower abdomen, silently begging him to let up on your poor abused pussy, but all he does is push it away while he laughs under his breath.
“Take it. You wanted it so bad so you’re gonna take it,” he growls, growing more irritated from the audacity you have after riding him 20 different ways all while complaining it wasn’t enough.
He thrusts deep inside you, knocking against your cervix and brushing past your sweet spot, angling his hips every time to leave no part of you unstimulated. The veins and ridges of his cock slide through your walls, leaving his imprint, stretching you wide just for him. Grunts rumble out from his chest, vibrating through your body, filling the air and mixing along with your own whines and whimpers.
“’s too much Ji,” you whine, but your pussy gushes on him, and your ass pushes back to meet his next thrust.
He stops thrusting just for a second, just to watch the way you fuck back against him, just to see how much you really want it, and he scoffs from how frantic the movements of your hips become. Your ass slaps against his skin, rippling from the force as his thrusts pick up once more, all while his balls hit your clit. The sensation knocks the air out of your lungs, the contact sharp and exhilarating, and it’s enough to have heat pooling in your lower belly.
“You’re a bad liar, babygirl.”
The closer you get to your orgasm, the more fucked out you become. He feels your walls clamping down, he feels how close you’re getting, he knows all your tells without you having to utter a single word.
His hand grips your jaw, pulling you face towards him, making you watch him fuck you rough and deep. He groans at the sight of you: tears staining your cheeks, mouth hanging open ever so slightly as moans leak out, drool dripping from your chin and your bottom lip sucked between your teeth.
"Look at me when I make you cum," he growls, his hand sliding from your lower belly to your clit, and you gasp from the rough touch of his calloused fingers.
He rubs quick, tight circles on your sensitive bundle of nerves, pausing every so often to roll it between his fingers, pinching ever so slightly just to hear your breathy gasps. Every thrust knocks the air from your lungs, makes your legs weaker, drives your closer to your oh-so-sweet orgasm.
“Cum on my dick, yeah? Be a good girl and get me wet,” he says, voice low and rough, and you can tell the way he tries to hide the crack in his voice from the pleasure he’s feeling by clearing his throat at the end of his sentence that's he as close as you are.
You roll your hips against his fingers, grinding down hard, fucking back against him to meet him halfway with every single thrust. Your nipples drag against the couch, your nails dig into the fabric, and you can’t help the whines and moans that fall from your lips when you cum on his cock.
“F-fuck, gonna c-cum Ji!”
Cum gushes from your pussy, coating his cock, leaving a cream around the base as he continues to fuck you. His fingers slow on your clit, drawing out the high for as long as possible, his cock twitching deep inside you from the feeling of your walls fluttering and clamping down on his length rhythmically.
“Good girl. Gonna make me cum in this pussy. That’s what you want, huh,” he asks, tilting his head to the side in question, his smirk fading the closer he gets to his orgasm.
You nod frantically, gazing up at him, pushing your ass back further onto him and it drives him insane. He grips the fat of your ass, pulling your cheeks apart to give him a better view of your greedy pussy swallowing his cock with little effort and the cream left around the base of him.
“F-fuck,” he stutters breathlessly, his pace faltering from the sight alone, and it’s enough to have him cumming so deep inside of you.
His fingers tighten around your jaw, keeping your eyes locked on him, and he drives himself to his own release. With a guttural groan, he throws his head back and drives himself to the hilt. Long, thick ropes of cum flood your pussy, coating your walls, leaking out when there is no room left for him. It drips down the back of your thighs, leaving a mess to be cleaned up later.
Toji’s hips continue to roll into you, it is barely noticeable with how wet your pussy is, and he does his best to pump his cum deeper while his body is twitching with overstimulation.
“Might give you some more. Make sure it sticks,” he grins, his hand finding your hip and positioning you just how he wants you.
When his pace picks up, all you can do is cry out for him in pleasure. He will take care of your needy pussy exactly how he wants to, and he won’t put up with you complaining about it either.
Ryomen Sukuna
You don’t even need to go multiple rounds with Sukuna when he’s already fucking into you like an animal on the first one. He knows you’re ovulating, so why not give your body exactly what it wants to begin with.
“What a fucking slut. You just want my cum in you, isn’t that right,” he coos, gazing at you in the bathroom mirror, grunting with every thrust of his hips as he watches you take his fat cock so deep inside of you.
You’re bent over the bathroom counter, your legs spread wide to make room for his beefy body, your pussy gushing on his length while he abuses your cervix. Eyes half-lidded, mouth hanging open while obscene moans fall from you, you claw at the marble, trying to find purchase on anything that will help you run from his relentless and punishing thrusts.
“Don’t move,” he growls, his fingers digging into the fat of your hips as he pulls you back on him with a particularly hard thrust just before slapping your ass hard.
Stars burst behind your eyelids from the pleasurable pain as his fingers graze over the now sensitive skin and you gasp from the contact. Your eyes shut tight, your pussy crying for more despite his cock rubbing your walls raw, and you cry out for him.
“Look at yourself while I fuck you,” he says, voice low and rough as his hands slides up your spine before snaking around your neck.
He grips you hard, blocking your airway just enough, and he gently shakes your head side to side until your eyes open. You look at yourself: tears staining your cheeks, drool dripping from your chin, your breasts pressed up against the counter, and you can’t deny the fact that the sight of you like this only makes you gush on his cock even more.
“You like that, don’t you? Watching yourself get fucked dumb,” he asks, tilting his head in question, patiently waiting to hear what you have to say.
“’s too much K-Kuna,” you gasp out, every thrust knocking the air from your lungs, his grip on your neck only making it harder to speak.
The second you're done speaking he slides two fingers into your mouth, and you suck without protest. You hum around his digits, biting hard when his cock hits your sweet spot, but he only groans from the pain mixing with the feeling of your wet walls wrapped so tightly around him.
“Fuckin’ tight… gripping me like a crazy woman,” he says, trying to keep his voice steady but you can hear the slight wavering from how good he feels inside you.
He spreads your cheeks, giving himself a better view of your pussy sucking him in, you watch him in the mirror as his own mouth hangs open and the quietest whimpers fall the most nonchalant man you know. It only spurs you on more.
You fuck back against him, your ass meeting his pelvis with every thrust he gives you, his balls slapping against your clit, his cock molding your walls to his impossible size. The veins and ridges of his length slide through you, filling you up and leaving no part of you empty for too long. He slams against your cervix, brushing past your sweet spot, all while he watches your face contort with pleasure from his own doing.
“Takin’ it like a good girl, you know that?”
You nod your head frantically, sucking his fingers harder in agreement, arching your back even further against the counter to give him the best view possible. He buzzes with pleasure, wrapping one hand around your waist, pushing against your lower belly to feel himself so deep inside of you.
“Yeah… you’re taking it real good,” he restates just before moving down to find your clit.
He rubs tight, fast circles on your sensitive bundle of nerves, matching the pace of his thrusts, letting your hips grind against his fingers without telling you not to like he usually did. He knows you're close, and when you’re ovulating, you’re more feral than normal, so he knows your orgasm is the last thing to play with.
“Gonna cum on my dick? Yeah?”
You bite down on his fingers, nodding your head, rubbing your clit against his calloused digits, and you don’t stop until your body becomes rigid and your muscles draw taut. Cum gushes from your entrance, leaking out around his length, coating his cock in your cream before it drips down his skin and onto the bathroom mat.
His fingers only let up on your clit when your body begins to twitch with overstimulation, and only then does he allow himself to focus on his own climax.
“Fill you up, give this pussy what she wants. That sound good?”
He already knows the answer to that question, so he thrusts faster, harder, deeper until he is burying himself to the hilt and leaking against your cervix. Long, thick ropes of warm cum flood your pussy, coating your walls in his seed, his cock twitching with every stream until it leaks out and drips down the back of your thighs.
“S-shit,” he groans, drawing out the high shared between the two of you, making it last as long as possible before he’s collapsing against your back.
He breathes heavily, his heart pounding out of his chest and against your skin, his body warm with release and relief. His hands trail up your sides as he kisses your spine as soft as possible, careful with you after fucking you like he didn’t even love you, but he knows that’s exactly what you wanted.
“Need another round,” he asks, lifting his face just barely off your back, his warm breath spreading against your skin and sending goosebump down your back.
You shake your head no, your own chest heaving, your own body continuing to twitch from the sheer force of your orgasm. He laughs softly against your skin, placing kisses on the back of your shoulders, making his way up your neck before finally finding your lips.
“I’m just too good.”
You push him away, feigning disgust from his cocky words, and he laughs louder this time, wrapping his arms around your waist before dragging you towards the shower where he washes you with the utmost care.
Choso Kamo
Choso is a mess underneath you. Tears stain his cheeks; whimpers fall from his lips while he keeps telling you he can’t take anymore. You’re straddling him, your knees digging into the mattress on either side of him, his cock shoved so deep inside of you that the head is nestled against your cervix. Your pussy clenches around his length as you beg him for one more round, and you feel him stir back to life despite his cries that it’s too much.
You grind your hips down on his, your clit rubbing against his pelvis, and his hands find your hips to steady the two of you. His fingers grip onto the fat of your skin the moment you rise up on his cock, and his nails dig into the soft flesh when you sink back down.
His head falls against the headboard, his eyes shutting tight, his mouth hanging open ever so slightly as whines pour from him. You plant both hands on his chest, and you begin to ride him harder, and faster, taking him deeper than you have in any of the previous rounds.
“You’re such a good boy for me Cho,” you say breathlessly, praising him for putting up with your ovulation, watching the overstimulation fade from him and turn into pleasure once more.
His eyes open quickly, so receptive to your words, your honey sweet voice flooding his ears as he watches you. Your breasts bounce with every movement you make, your nipples hard, and swollen from constant sucking, but his mouth latches onto one anyways.
He sucks, licks, bites the sensitive bud, swirling his tongue around it, his other hand reaching up to twist, pull, and pinch the opposite one. Your head falls back, from the stimulation, moans ripping from your throat from the pleasure he gives you. He whines against your breast, the vibrations running through your body and landing in the pool of heat sitting in your lower belly.
“Always make me f-feel so g-good,” you whimper, trying your hardest to get the words out but every drop down on his cock knocks the air out of your lungs resulting in short, breathy gasps.
“Want to make you feel good,” he stutters out, pulling his mouth away from your nipple, resting his hands back on your hips before leaning back against the headboard and planting his feet on the mattress.
Without another word he thrusts into you, hard and quick, pulling out as he holds you so you’re hovering above him, and plunging back in. The veins and ridges of his cock slide through your walls, filling you up and leaving no space empty for too long. He slams against your cervix, brushes past your sweet spot, and leaves just the tip in before doing it again.
“F-fuck Cho… so c-close,” you whine, grinding your hips against him every time he pounds into you, your hands moving to his shoulders where your nails dig into his skin earning you whimpers from him due to the pleasurable pain of you.
He doubles his efforts, slamming into you and grinding your hips on him, knowing his skin rubs against your clit in a way you love. He presses you down against him, feeling your soft nipples drag against his chest, stimulating you in every way he can. Consistently hitting your cervix, angling his hips to hit your sweet spot, your walls so full of him, all of it pushes you closer and closer to the edge.
“Cum for me, p-please,” he begs, his body aching to feel your pleasure, his cock dying to feel your cum against his skin for the umpteenth time tonight.
His voice sounds like music to your ears, his sweet, sweet begs enough to make you cum right then and there, which is exactly what you do. You give your body to him, slumping against him the weaker you become, letting him take over and please you the way you know he can.
Your body becomes rigid, muscles drawing taut as he pushes your over the edge effortlessly. Cum gushes from your pussy as your walls flutter and clench around his length, making a mess on his skin, dripping down onto the sheets below and soaking through this with ease. Moans rip from your chest, and they don’t fall on deaf ears.
“So g-good, I’m going to- f-fuck- going to c-cum,” he whimpers, thrusting into you harder, faster to chase his own release.
With a few more thrusts and even more pathetic whimpers, he drives himself to the hilt and spills his seed against your cervix. Long, thick ropes of warm cum flood your pussy, coating your walls in everything he has to give, leaking out around his length where there’s no more room inside of you and mixing with your own cum on the sheets.
He draws out the high before his movements stop completely. He buries his face in your neck, breathing heavily against your skin, his warm breath sending goosebumps along your spine. You melt under his touch, your thumb rubbing soft, slow circles on the skin of his chest, feeling his heart pounding underneath your palm from his intense orgasm.
“Did I… do g-good,” he asks, whimpering slightly when you position yourself better on top of him, his cock still buried deep inside you and still twitching as it slowly grows soft.
“Better than good Cho,” you hum out, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him close to you, the warmth of his skin spreading through yours and it puts you right to sleep.
It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that Kenpachi is a bit rough in bed.
The man is packing, we know this. It’s going to take some effort to get you nice and wet enough to take all of him, but he doesn’t mind a little extra work. So yes, Kenpachi will eat you out like a man starved. He’s going to overstimulate you, he’s going to suck on your clit (hard) while shoving three big fingers inside you, and he’s not going to come off you until he knows you actually can’t take anymore. Foreplay will often leave you with bite marks on your thighs and a clit too sensitive to touch.
He knows he’s much larger and stronger than you, so he tries to be nice. He’ll put a few pillows in front of the headboard so you don’t hurt your head when he’s ramming you from behind. Kenpachi's aggressive, but he’s not a monster. He wants to ruin you in a good way.
Kenpachi likes rough sex, but he’s a bit nasty too. He likes to give your other hole some attention when he fucks you. He’ll spit and watch it fall down directly on your hole, circle it with his thumb, maybe even push his thumb in a little. He’s freaky, what can I say?
He doesn’t want vanilla positions like missionary. No, he’s going to fuck you standing up. If your legs start shaking, he’ll pick you up. He’s putting you in seashell. He wants to play with your clit while he fucks you, so he’ll make you hold your legs up. If you can’t, don’t worry he’ll do it for you. He’s putting you in a full nelson, his favorite. You can’t move and you can’t run when it gets too much. You’ll just have to take what he’s giving you.
I know the general consensus is that Bro would be an ass man, but just hear me out. Big boobs, small ones, real or fake, it doesn’t matter. Bro Santa loves a good rack regardless of size.
He loves a pair of soft breasts to lay his head on at the end of the day. It relaxes him. You’re warm, and soft, and you smell nice. Once he wraps his arms around you and lays his head on your chest, just know you aren’t going anywhere for a while.
The easiest way to get what you want from him is to show off your boobs. You want him to do something for you? Just wear a top that’s cut a biiiiit too low when you ask him. On the rare occasion that you two are arguing, the quickest way to shut him up is by flashing him. Next, he’s talking about how sorry he is and that you were right all along.
Bro likes positions that let him have some kind of access to your chest. Let him suck on your nipples while you ride him. Let him squeeze your tits in missionary. And please let him hold your perfect boobs while you sit on his face, he’ll be in heaven. Oh and if you really want to ruin him, give him a boob job. He’ll love it.
If you’re pregnant, good luck. The idea of your breasts getting larger and softer over time will make Bro lose his mind. Bro will even beg on his hands and knees for just a taste of your milk. He just wants to test it. For the baby, of course…
Poor, overworked Higuruma who spends the last 15 minutes of work wondering what his wife is cooking for dinner. He wants nothing more than to be with his sweet little wife at home. He packs up his work bag and heads home. The weight of a draining workday leaves his shoulders once he opens the apartment door.
Higuruma takes off his shoes and follows the delicious smell of dinner to find you in the kitchen. He comes behind you to wrap his arms around your waist and rests his head on your shoulder. He asks what you’re making and you tell him it’s this dinner recipe you saw online and wanted to recreate.
Higuruma helps you set the table for dinner. You two sit and he tells you all about his day. He’s taken on this case that seems near impossible to win, but he’s determined. As exhausted as he is, he truly wants to know about your day as well. You tell him about how you saw this gorgeous dress while out shopping and how you want to plant more flowers in the backyard, sunflowers maybe. Higuruma can’t help but smile.
After a warm meal together, Higuruma helps you clear the table and wash dishes. Even though he’s drained from his day, he’ll politely ask if you can take a bath together. So you run the water, light a few candles, and enjoy a warm, intimate bath with your husband. The flame from the candles emits a soft glow that fills your shared bathroom. You can see the exhaustion on Higuruma’s face melting away. All the stress, body aches, and sleepless nights from working at the law firm for years are washed away from the warm water. Higuruma works hard to support you both, and you’re very supportive. Would he ever consider taking some time off and spending a while with you at home? It could be just the two of you. You make a mental note to ask him some time.
After you’ve dried off and changed into something more comfortable, you both spend some time together on the couch wrapped under a warm blanket. You both share a bottle of red wine, a nice way to unwind for the rest of the evening. Higuruma rests his arm over your shoulder as you both watch the sitcom on television. It’s nothing you haven’t seen before, but it’s a comfort show. After some time, Higuruma finds himself dozing off. He moves to go to the bedroom, but you’re fast asleep on his chest. You look so peaceful and he doesn’t want to disturb you. Much like every time he looks at you, Higuruma thinks you’re the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. He decides sleeping on the couch won’t hurt, just this once.
Yes, an evening with Higuruma does sound lovely indeed.
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