“Ay, ay, ay, he so deep in that pussy it’s like he lookin for somethin’ ”
Toji discovers that you haven’t found your G-spot yet and decides to lend a hand. (wc: 3.9k.)
A.N: This is based off Megans song Lover Girl if you couldn’t tell👀
A.N: I’ve been hesitant to post this one because, the more I read it, the worse it looks. Oh well! I hope you guys like it!! Also my requests are open so feel free to drop some ideas! I’m happy to do it. OKOK FR GO READ THIS!!!
Content & Warnings: explicit sexual content :: first time together :: age gap bc i love me an older man :: oral sex (f. receiving) :: vaginal penetration :: multiple orgasms and squirting :: praise and degradation :: various positions :: anal play (finger) :: creampie :: graphic descriptions :: cervix fucking :: headlock position :: leg-locking :: cum play :: spitting :: crying during sex :: drooling :: incoherent babbling :: idk how to do warnings :: can u tell
You've been dating Toji for three months now, and tonight marks a shift you've both been building toward. The age gap between you—him settled into his mid thirties with a seven-year-old son, you still navigating your early twenties—raised eyebrows at first, but there's an undeniable pull between you. Megumi's sleeping over at a friend’s house, which means you have the entire night. No interruptions. No holding back.
The bedroom door clicks shut, and Toji's presence fills the space behind you immediately. His hands find your waist, pulling you back against the solid heat of his chest. You can feel every defined muscle, the way his body radiates a quiet, controlled strength.
"Been waiting for this," he says against your ear, voice low and unhurried. His breath ghosts over your skin, making you shiver. "Gonna take my time with you tonight."
Your heart hammers as his palms slide up your sides, thumbs grazing just beneath your breasts through your thin tank top. The touch is deliberate, mapping you out like he's committing every detail to memory.
"Toji..." you breathe, already feeling heat pool low in your belly.
"Shh." His lips find the curve of your neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses there while his hands continue their exploration. The scar on his lip—a pale line bisecting the left side—drags against your skin, a reminder of how different his world is from yours. "You trust me?"
"Yes." The answer comes without hesitation.
"Good." His fingers dig into the soft flesh of your hips as he grinds against you from behind. Even through his sweatpants, you can feel him—thick and already hard, pressing insistently against the curve of your ass. "Told you I'd help you figure out what that body of yours can do. Tonight's the night, doll."
You'd confessed to him weeks ago, during a late-night conversation, that you'd never found your g-spot. Never experienced squirting despite watching enough videos to know it was possible. He'd just given you that dangerous half-smile, the scar on his lip pulling slightly, and promised he'd show you everything you were missing.
Toji spins you around, capturing your mouth in a kiss that's immediately consuming. He doesn't ease into it—his tongue slides against yours with purpose, claiming and demanding. One hand tangles in your hair while the other grips your hip, holding you exactly where he wants you. When he finally pulls back, you're breathless and dizzy.
"Get on the bed," he says simply.
You obey, settling onto the mattress while he watches with dark, focused eyes. He strips off his shirt in one smooth motion, revealing the carved planes of his chest and abdomen. Scars mark his skin—some faded, some newer—each one a story he's never fully told you. His body is a weapon honed through years of whatever dangerous work he does, and right now, all that controlled power is focused entirely on you.
He stalks toward the bed, movements unhurried but predatory. When he reaches you, his hands go to the hem of your tank top.
"Arms up."
You raise them, and he pulls the fabric over your head, tossing it aside. His gaze rakes over you—your full breasts straining against your bra, the thick muscle of your thighs. His jaw tightens as he takes you in.
"Perfect," he mutters, more to himself than to you.
He pushes you back onto the mattress, following you down. His weight settles over you, and you can feel every hard inch of him pressed against your core. The friction of his sweatpants against your shorts makes you gasp, hips bucking up involuntarily.
Toji grinds down deliberately, the thick ridge of his cock dragging right where you need it. "Feel that?" he asks, doing it again. "That's what you do to me."
"Please," you whimper, hands clutching at his broad shoulders.
"Not yet." His fingers find the button of your shorts, flicking it open with practiced ease. "Lift your hips."
You do, and he slides both your shorts and underwear down your legs in one smooth pull, leaving you bare from the waist down. The cool air hits your overheated skin, and you instinctively try to close your legs, but Toji's hands on your thighs stop you.
"Don't hide." His voice carries quiet authority as he pushes your legs apart, spreading you open. His eyes fix between your thighs, and you watch his throat work as he swallows. "Fuck. Look at you."
He runs one finger through your folds, gathering the wetness already there, and you jolt at the contact. When he brings that finger to his mouth and sucks it clean, maintaining eye contact the entire time, your face burns.
"Tastes good," he says, settling between your thighs. His hands grip your ass, pulling you closer to his face. "But I need more than a taste."
"You don't have to—oh fuck!"
Your protest dissolves into a sharp moan as his tongue drags through your folds, slow and thorough. He groans against you, the vibration making your toes curl against the sheets.
Toji eats pussy like he does everything else—with complete focus and zero hesitation. His tongue works through your folds, circling your clit before dipping down to fuck into your entrance. He's not gentle about it either. His face presses close enough that you can feel his nose bumping against your clit while his tongue explores you, and the wet, obscene sounds fill the room.
"Could do this for hours," he mutters against your flesh, and you believe him.
Your hands find his dark hair, fingers tangling in the strands as pleasure builds with each stroke of his tongue. He alternates between broad licks and focused attention on your clit, occasionally sealing his lips around the sensitive bud and sucking until you cry out.
"That's it," he encourages, the words vibrating against you. "Let me hear you."
When he slides one thick finger inside you, your back arches off the bed. He pumps it slowly, curling it as he searches, and you can feel him exploring your inner walls with clear intent.
"Gonna find it," he says, adding a second finger. The stretch makes you gasp—his fingers are so much thicker than yours, reaching deeper than you've ever managed on your own. "That spot that's gonna make you lose your mind."
He curls his fingers just right, and suddenly there's pressure—deep and intense and completely different from anything you've felt before.
"There," Toji says with satisfaction, pressing against that spot again. "Found you."
"Toji, I—" You're not sure what you're trying to say. The sensation is overwhelming, making you want to squirm away and press closer simultaneously.
"I know." His free hand pins your hip down, keeping you in place. "Just relax. Trust me."
He maintains that steady pressure inside you while his tongue works your clit, and the combination builds something unfamiliar low in your belly. Your thighs start shaking, and there's a strange fullness, a pressure that feels like you might—
"Let go," Toji instructs, pulling back just enough to watch your face while his fingers continue their work. "Stop fighting it. Just let it happen."
"I can't—it feels weird—"
"You can." His thumb replaces his tongue on your clit, rubbing tight circles. "Give it to me, doll."
The pressure becomes unbearable, and then suddenly you're coming apart. Your pussy clenches around his fingers as your orgasm hits, but it's different this time—you feel yourself gush, fluid leaking out around his fingers as you squirt for the first time in your life. The intensity of it makes you sob, tears streaming down your face as pleasure crashes through you in relentless waves.
"Fuck yes," Toji groans, and you feel his tongue on you again, lapping up everything you give him. "That's my girl. Squirting all over my face. So fucking perfect."
You're shaking uncontrollably, overwhelmed by sensations you've never experienced. When you finally come down, you're boneless and gasping, staring at the ceiling in a daze.
Toji crawls up your body, his face wet with your release, and kisses you deeply. You taste yourself on his tongue, and instead of embarrassment, it sends another pulse of arousal through you.
"Did so good," he murmurs against your lips, kissing away the tears on your cheeks. "See? Told you your body could do it."
"That was—I've never—" Words fail you completely.
"I know." There's satisfaction in his voice as he sits back on his heels. "And we're just getting started."
He strips off his sweatpants and boxers, and even though you've felt him against you, seeing him bare still makes your eyes widen. He's huge—easily eight or nine inches of thick, veined cock, the head flushed dark and already leaking. Your fingers wouldn't touch if you wrapped your hand around him.
"See what you do to me?" He strokes himself slowly, and you watch, mesmerized. "Been hard since we walked in here."
He reaches for the nightstand, but you stop him with a hand on his wrist.
"No condom," you say, surprising yourself with the boldness. "Want to feel you. All of you."
His eyes darken, pupils blown wide. "You sure? Because if I fuck you raw, I'm not pulling out."
The thought sends heat flooding through you. "I'm on birth control. Please, Toji."
"Fuck." He tosses the unopened condom aside. "Gonna ruin you, baby."
He positions himself at your entrance, the broad head of his cock pressing against your opening. Even as wet as you are, even after your orgasm, the stretch as he pushes in is intense. You feel every inch as he works himself inside, slow and relentless.
"Breathe," he instructs, watching your face carefully. "Take it slow. That's it."
The praise makes you clench around him, and he groans, fingers digging into your hips hard enough to bruise.
"Don't do that yet," he grits out. "Still gotta get all the way in."
It takes time—he's so thick that your body needs to adjust to accommodate him—but finally, finally, he's fully seated inside you. You feel impossibly full, stretched to your absolute limit. When you look down, you can see the slight bulge in your lower belly where he's buried deep.
"Look at that." Toji presses down on the bulge, and you both groan at the sensation. "So deep in this pussy. Gonna find every spot that makes you scream."
He starts to move, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in. The drag of his cock against your inner walls is exquisite—you can feel every ridge, every vein, the way he stretches you open.
"So tight," he grunts, setting a steady rhythm. "Squeezing me so good."
He angles his hips, searching, and when he hits that spot inside you again, you cry out sharply.
"There it is." He adjusts his position, making sure every thrust hits that same spot. "That's what I'm looking for."
The pleasure builds quickly, intensifying with each deliberate stroke. Your hands clutch at his back, nails digging into scarred skin as he fucks into you with clear purpose.
"Toji," you gasp, his name the only word you can manage.
"That's right. Say my name." He picks up the pace, fucking into you harder. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mixing with your increasingly desperate moans. "Let everyone know who's making you feel this good."
He reaches between your bodies, thumb finding your clit and rubbing tight circles. The added stimulation combined with the way he's hitting your g-spot with every thrust pushes you toward another orgasm.
"Gonna make you squirt on my cock," Toji says, voice rough. "Wanna feel you gush all over me while I'm buried inside you."
Your second orgasm hits like a tidal wave. You scream his name as your pussy clenches around him, and you feel yourself gushing again, fluid leaking out around his cock as he continues to fuck you through it.
"Holy fuck," he groans. "So fucking hot. Making such a mess, doll."
You're crying again, tears streaming down your face as the pleasure overwhelms you. Your thoughts are starting to go hazy, the edges of your mind going soft and unfocused.
"Pretty when you cry," Toji murmurs, leaning down to lick the tears from your cheeks. "Crying on my cock like a good girl."
He pulls out suddenly, and you whimper at the loss.
"Hands and knees," he orders.
You scramble to obey on shaky limbs, getting into position. Once you're there, he slides back in with one smooth thrust, and the new angle has him hitting even deeper. You can feel him pressing against your cervix, and the mix of pleasure-pain makes you sob.
"Too deep?" he asks, but he doesn't slow down.
"N-no," you manage. "Feels good. So good."
"That's my girl." One hand grips your hip while the other slides up your spine. "Taking every fucking inch."
He fucks you hard in this position, each thrust making your ass bounce and your breasts sway. The sounds are obscene—the wet squelch of your pussy, the slap of his hips against your ass, your increasingly incoherent moans.
"Such a good little slut for me," Toji says, and the degradation mixed with praise makes you clench around him. "Yeah? You like that? Like being my personal fucktoy?"
"Yes," you sob. "Yes, yes, yes."
Your arms give out, and you collapse forward onto the bed, ass still in the air. Toji follows you down, his weight pressing you into the mattress as he continues to pound into you.
"Gonna try something," he says. "Tell me if it's too much."
You feel his finger—slick with your wetness—press against your other hole. You tense instinctively, but he soothes you with his free hand stroking your back.
"Relax," he murmurs. "Just gonna use my finger. Gonna make you feel even better."
He works his finger in slowly, and the added fullness makes you see stars. You've never felt so full, so completely claimed.
"Fuck, you're perfect," Toji groans. "Taking me in both holes. So fucking tight."
He fucks you like this for what feels like hours, finger in your ass and cock in your pussy, hitting your g-spot with every thrust. You lose count of how many times you cum, each orgasm blending into the next until you're just a shaking, sobbing mess beneath him.
Your mind is completely gone now, cock-drunk and incoherent. Drool leaks from the corner of your mouth onto the sheets, and you can't form words anymore, just babbling nonsense and his name.
"T-Toji, Toji, please, so good, can't—I can't—more, please, so full, love it, love your cock, please please please—"
"That's it, doll," he encourages. "Go dumb on my dick. Don't need to think. Just need to feel."
He pulls his finger out and flips you over onto your back again. Your legs are shaking so badly you can barely hold them up, but Toji hooks them over his shoulders, folding you nearly in half.
"Gonna fuck you even deeper," he warns.
When he slides back in, this position has him hitting your cervix with every thrust. The intensity makes you scream—it's too much and not enough all at once, pleasure bordering on pain but so good you never want it to stop.
"Look at you," Toji says, and you force your eyes open to meet his gaze. "Completely fucked out. Drooling and crying and taking my cock so well."
He leans down, and you think he's going to kiss you, but instead he spits directly into your open mouth.
"Swallow," he orders.
You do without thinking, and his eyes darken with approval.
"Good girl. Such a good fucking girl for me."
His thrusts are getting erratic now, and you can tell he's close. One of his hands wraps around your throat—not squeezing, just holding—while the other finds your clit again.
"One more," he demands. "Cum with me, baby."
The pressure on your throat, the stimulation on your clit, the relentless pounding of his cock—it all combines to push you over the edge one more time. You cum with a silent scream, body going rigid as pleasure whites out your vision.
Coming down from your high, you feel his thrusts become sloppy. In your cock-drunk haze, your legs wrap around his waist instinctively, locking your ankles behind his back to keep him inside you. You need him to stay, need to feel every drop.
"Fuck," Toji chants, and then he's cumming too, buried as deep as he can get. You can feel him pulsing inside you, filling you with his release, and it seems to go on forever.
The leg-lock does something to Toji. His eyes go wild, almost feral, and he groans like he's in pain.
"Fuck, doll," he gasps. "Locking me in like that. Keeping me inside this pussy."
He's still hard inside you—barely softened at all—and you can feel him starting to move again.
"Can't stop," he says, sounding almost apologetic. "This pussy's got me fucking drunk. Need more."
"Yes," you slur, still not fully coherent. "More. Want more."
"Gonna give it to you." His voice has gone rough, almost desperate. "Gonna fuck my cum deeper inside you. Gonna fill you up even more."
He unwraps your legs from around him and pulls out, and you both watch as his cum leaks out of your used pussy. The sight makes him groan.
"So pretty," he says, gathering the cum on his fingers and pushing it back inside you. "This all belongs inside you."
Then he's maneuvering you into a new position. He sits back against the headboard and pulls you into his lap, your back to his chest. His cock slides back into you easily, and this position has him even deeper than before.
"Gonna fuck you like this," he says, hands gripping your thighs and spreading them wide. "Want you to watch."
You look down and can see everything—your swollen, used pussy stretched around his thick cock, his cum leaking out around him, the way your lower belly bulges slightly with each thrust.
"See that?" One hand presses on the bulge. "So deep in this pussy. Fucking your cervix. Gonna make you feel me for days."
He starts to move, lifting you up and down on his cock. The position has your legs spread wide, completely open and exposed, and you can see everything in the mirror across from the bed.
You look wrecked—hair a mess, face flushed and tear-stained, drool on your chin, eyes glazed and unfocused. You look thoroughly fucked, and the sight makes you clench around him.
"Like watching?" Toji asks. "Like seeing how ruined you look?"
"Uh-huh," you manage, unable to form real words anymore.
One of his hands slides up to your breast, pinching and rolling your nipple, while the other finds your clit again. You're so oversensitive that even the lightest touch makes you jerk.
"Gonna make you cum again," he says. "Wanna see how many times I can make this pussy squirt."
He bounces you on his cock faster, harder, and you can only hold on and take it. Your head falls back against his shoulder, mouth open in a constant moan.
"That's it. Just take it. Don't gotta do anything but sit there and let me use this pussy like the cockwhore you are."
The degradation mixed with the praise, the overstimulation, the feeling of his cum inside you—it all pushes you toward another orgasm. You didn't think you had another one in you, but your body proves you wrong.
"Gonna—gonna—" you try to warn him, but the words won't come.
"I know. Can feel you getting tight. Go ahead. Squirt all over my cock again."
Your orgasm hits, and you do squirt again, fluid gushing out around his cock and soaking both of you. You're sobbing now, completely overwhelmed, body shaking uncontrollably.
"So good," Toji groans. "Such a good fucking girl."
He shifts positions again, this time pulling you forward so you're on your hands and knees. But instead of kneeling behind you, he straddles your hips, one arm wrapping around your throat in a loose headlock while the other grips your hip.
"This okay?" he checks, and you nod frantically.
"Good," he says, and then he's fucking into you with renewed intensity.
The headlock position has you completely at his mercy. You can't move, can't do anything but take what he gives you. The angle is different too, his cock dragging against your g-spot with every thrust.
"Love having you like this," he grunts in your ear. "Completely under my control."
His arm around your throat tightens slightly—not enough to cut off air, just enough to make you lightheaded. Combined with the relentless pounding, it's almost too much.
"Color?" he asks, checking in.
"Green," you gasp. "So green. Don't stop."
"Wasn't planning to."
He fucks you harder, faster, chasing his second orgasm. You're beyond cumming at this point, just existing in a constant state of pleasure, body trembling and twitching with every thrust.
"Gonna fill you up again," he warns. "Gonna pump you so full of cum it'll be leaking out for days."
The possessiveness in his voice makes you clench weakly around him.
"Yeah, you like that," he says. "Like being mine."
"Yours," you manage to slur. "All yours."
"Damn right," he growls, and then he's cumming again, the arm around your throat tightening as he buries himself as deep as possible.
You can feel him pulsing inside you, adding to the mess already there. It's so much—too much—and you can feel it leaking out even as he's still cumming.
When he finally finishes, he releases the headlock and you collapse forward onto the bed, completely boneless. Toji follows you down, keeping his cock inside you as you both catch your breath.
"Did so good," he murmurs, pressing kisses to your shoulder. "So fucking perfect for me."
You can only whimper in response, completely fucked out and incoherent. Your body is still twitching with aftershocks, oversensitive and used.
Toji finally pulls out, and you both watch as cum gushes out of you, soaking the sheets beneath you. There's so much of it, and the sight makes him groan.
"Fuck, look at that," he says, running his fingers through the mess and pushing it back inside you. "So pretty like this."
He brings his cum-covered fingers to your mouth, and you automatically open, sucking them clean without thought.
"Good girl," he praises. "Love how cock-drunk you get."
He gathers more cum on his fingers and feeds it to you again, and you swallow it down obediently, too far gone to feel embarrassed.
"That's it. Taste how good we are together."
When his fingers are clean, he finally rolls off you, pulling you into his arms. You're still trembling, still crying softly, completely overwhelmed by everything that just happened.
"Shh, I got you," he soothes, stroking your hair. "You're okay. Did so good for me."
His praise makes you cry harder, emotions overwhelming you.
"Found it," you mumble against his chest. "Found my g-spot."
He laughs softly. "Yeah, we did. And you squirted so pretty for me, doll."
"Love you," you slur, barely conscious now.
"Love you too," he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Now rest. Gonna take care of you."
You drift off in his arms, thoroughly used and completely satisfied, already dreaming about the next time he'll take you apart like this.
When you wake up later, cleaned and tucked into fresh sheets, Toji is there beside you, watching you with soft eyes.
"Hey, doll," he says gently. "How you feeling?"
"Sore," you admit. "But good. Really good."
"Good," he says, pulling you closer. "Because I'm not done with you yet. Gonna spend all night finding new ways to make you squirt for me."
And he does.
By morning, you can barely walk, thoroughly marked and claimed and completely his. And you wouldn't have it any other way.
I hope there aren’t any mistakes i did not beta read this
after carrying your son around in your stomach for 9 months, and pushing through 8 hours of intense labour, you are now staring down at your beautiful baby boy with tired eyes.
he is beautiful, but he looks exactly like his father.
you huff. "he looks exactly like you"
"don't sound too excited" sukuna jokes, smoothing over yujis scarce pink hair.
you inspect the baby further, peering at his pink hair, the exact same shade as his daddy's, as well as the same skin tone and his little mouth laying perfectly flat along his face while he sleeps. your eyes follow his chubby arms and fingers and belly, baby fat almost promising that he will get as big and strong as his dad.
then you look up to his father, kuna's face resting in the same serious line while you watch him watching yuji. you reach up and cup sukuna's cheek. when his gaze meets yours you take in the details of his pretty eyes, his tattoos, and his markings below his eyes.
you snap your head back to yuji.
"kuna he even has your little markings" you whine, "he looks nothing like me... i pushed out your fatass baby and carried him for 9 months the least he could do is look a little like me.." you continued on.
sukuna holds back a laugh and smooths over your hair, "the next one will look exactly like you.. maybe a pretty little girl."
you grumble a little more but inevitably settle down and lay back onto the pillow. with yuji in your arms, and sukuna leaning over you both, carressing yujis face, you all sit there for a while.
yuji babbles a little in his sleep and cracks a little smile. "he must be dreaming" you softly mumble with a smile.
sukuna looks back and forth between you too. "he has your smile"
if you weren't so tired, you would've jumped for joy. "really?" you tuck yourself against sukunas chest, nuzzling him slightly.
Valko loves to gives you forehead kisses when you're on your knees, sucking cock like a good girl for him.
How can he not pause mid thrust, your mouth is so hot and wet wrapping his tip, making him sensitive. He is sucking in a breath as you push him closer and closer, that little tongue swirling across a raised vein. Almost too good at it.
You look so fucking cute down there, his ears twitching, his tail wagging as you look up with fucked out eyes.
"S'pretty," he'd mumble, pausing and pulling his fat cock out, looking at the saliva dripping from your lips.
"Wanna swallow... mnh," you asked so damn cute, but he pulled back even more, earning a pout. "Valko..."
"Hold on baby," he bent down and you expect some spit in your mouth - your boyfriend is a freak, after all. But instead, he tilts your head down and kisses right on top of it.
Muahhh
You giggle at that, biting your swollen lower lip, dotted with his frothy precum as he kisses your head again.
"Oh!" He kisses your brow, all across your hairline, so big as his muscles tense, your nails pressing into his thighs. You can't stop the cute laughs from your lips.
"Sorry, you're s'cute like this," he is blushing as he kisses your head again, and you sigh.
"It means I'm doing a good job, hmm?"
"Fuck, very..." he gives more thank you kisses before easing back, slapping his cock on your now smiling lips, all cute and bashful. "I couldn't help myself."
"I liked it," your tongue laps on the underside of his reddened tip, making that tail twitch faster as you focus on his frenum, slurping right at him all messy until he whines out all cute.
"Oh f-fuck I..." you swallow him down in a filthy little motion, tongue coated in his milky pre when you ease back on your knees, lips curving on that leaky tip.
Loving Yūji comes with a package deal you don't necessarily know how to deal with. Granted, you've loved him first before this whole ordeal even happened — it still is a matter of when and never an if, per se, when it comes to his special situation.
"So tight, baby," Yūji says between sucking his breath. He's not quite sure whether to ram and go at a harsher pace or let you adjust to his girth first. His control is being tested too much right now. "Even after all that."
You moan his name in praise before you lock your legs around his waist and pull yourself closer to him, effectively shutting him up from keeping things slow. You've always wanted things rougher, something that Yūji loves about you (but even then, he still wishes to take his time).
"Oh s-shit, baby!" Yūji would've let his eyes roll back if he wasn't focused on keeping his entire weight off of you. "F-Fuck!"
"H-Harder, Yūji," you beg him, "please."
Yūji doesn't need to be told twice. He grabs hold of your thighs roughly and pounds into you like an animal in heat. You arch your back further for more, and he gives in.
"So good, baby," Yūji drools, "so, so good. Oh my — fuck!"
Just as you are coming down with your first orgasm, another voice pierces through the solidity of the air and breaks it easily as if he had done this countless times before.
"Enchain."
Suddenly you are flipped on your hands and knees. Your hair has been forcibly fisted and yanked until your head is pulled back enough to see your lover covered in tattoos, and a vitriol laugh teases your ears.
"Y-Yū —"
"Brat's not here," Sukuna's voice deeply rumbles against your skin.
This is the first time he's ever made his presence known to you. You've heard stories of how Sukuna would pop on Yūji's cheek or his hands whenever he's got something to say (especially towards your sensei and Megumi), but not once has he ever manifested and broken through Yūji's control — and right in the middle of fucking, too.
"Heh," he yanks you further until you can see his eyes gazing heatedly at yours, "pussy so good, my own vessel lost control. Let's see if you do live up to that expectation."
Then he slams your head against the pillow and fucks you senseless. It's wrong . . . to even feel how fucking good it is to be brutally pounded.
Yet, here you are in the mercy of a sadistic curse, cackling like a bastard that he is.
Sukuna had you spread out for him, as he continues to ram his cock up inside of you. One of his hands kneads your ass mockingly before he slaps each cheek hard.
Your teeth bite into the soft fabric of the pillow, muffling your screams lest you want Megumi to hear you from the other side of the room. At this point, Sukuna slapping you might've really been a dead giveaway.
"Y-Yūji —"
"My name, brat —"
"—Y-Yūji, Y-Yū—"
"— I said my name." He slaps your sloppily wet clit.
You arch your back unknowingly to the sensation, and before you could have thought twice about it, your body yields and your mouth muddles the name, "S-Sukuna!"
"Good." He mutters darkly, "Good girl."
He fondles your breasts next. Then his tongue laps to the outline of your spine and back up to your neck, where he marks you. His canines have sunk into your skin so deeply, he can taste your blood, and that further fuels him into a mess of moans and praise as if he's drunk on an aphrodisiac.
"Again." He orders you. "My name. Only."
"Sukuna," you say. "Sukuna! Sukuna! Sukuna! F-Fuck, I —"
"That's it."
The first of your orgasms comes to you like a torrent. It's harsh and unforgiving, much like how Sukuna doesn't even stop fucking you even as you try your best to squirm away.
When you feel that he's finally slowed down, when his hands have released the hold against your body, and you allow yourself to breathe a little better, there's a sudden shift between you and the King of Curses. You realize that it's because you've been flipped back and your legs are locked around his waist again.
"S-Sukuna?"
"No," Yūji breathlessly says. He leans his face closer until his lips brush yours. "I-It's me, baby. It's me. I'm sorry. I-I lost control. Are you hurt?"
You shake your head with a smile. "N-No, I'm fine. I'm more than fine."
"Yeah?" Yūji perks up. You notice that his cock has hardened once more and he's repositioning himself to your abused cunt.
"Yeah, baby." You laugh dumbly. "That was . . . quite exhilarating."
Yūji bumps his nose against yours. The heat in his eyes is visible, but it is nowhere near as intense as the other pair you were forced to look at prior.
"That was hot," Yūji admits. "Watching you . . . like that."
"It was," you breathe out.
When you peer below Yūji's eyes, you swear you've seen the glints of red and black squinting back at you as if to tell you that he's heard about your little honesty.
Well, it really can't be helped sometimes. After all, loving Yūji does come with a deal.
Satoru Gojo and Kakashi Hatake x OnlyFans!Reader
Summary-
You are one of the top creators on OnlyFans, and of course, you have special requests from your biggest fans. Men who will pay top dollar to fuck you- why not? Your top two clients, Gojo and Kakashi, are accidentally booked on the same day…and the same time. Was this a total disaster or a blessing in disguise? (Happy second Tumblr anniversary @madamechrissy, so grateful to be a part of this event!)
Your day started as normally as it could be for a woman like you, checking your dm’s and requests. One of your favorites, going by the username @ satorunotgojo, is such a cutie but very, very clingy. Always first to comment on your videos, sends the most money, and requests you say his name during livestreams as you cum. He’ll send you videos of him masturbating; his huge cock distracts you from his pathetic whimpers and cries in the background of the video.
Then you have your second-favorite client, going by the username @ only1eye. Such an odd name for a man with a huge cock. He’s the one you kind of look forward to seeing in a private chat. He mainly pays for private live streams, videos, photos, and anything with you and him alone; he’ll pay big bucks for it. He even sent you a custom dildo the size of his cock, and you were in awe when you revealed it in your unboxing video for him…then you cummed on it like eight times, but that’s a story for another time. Recently, you’ve listed a new premium option on your website for your VIP clients.
☆ One-on-One Sessions: Price Varies…
Of course, when you posted that link, thousands of men signed up, and it almost made your website crash. You were confirming so many hookups that you didn’t notice you had double-booked your two favorite clients for the same day…at the same time.
Satoru Gojo is a very attractive man, with absolutely no game at all. He’ll come up to you at a bar or club, and at first, you’re smitten by his appearance, but once he opens his mouth, it kinda gives, like when SpongeBob thought he was ugly in that one episode. The man’s pick-up game was awful. He was a little bit too direct.
He liked to have people believe he was this big shot red pill guy, but the entire time, he was so perverted and lonely. So when Satoru discovered your page, it was like finding a pot of gold. Finally, a woman whom he thought he could actually have. He was attached way too quickly and became parasocial. He literally set up autopay on OnlyFans and your private website so he can keep in contact with you. Not to mention, he masturbates to you when he wakes up, mid-day, and right before he goes to sleep.
In his mind, he tries to think you only have eyes for him by the way you send him sweet messages, pictures of clothes he requested, using toys he wanted, and always shouting him out on your videos. Deep down, he knows you’re just doing what you have to do for that bag, but he really thinks he’s your man sometimes. When you text him, you send him the same copy-and-paste you do to everyone else…and he eats it up.
“Hey, Baby, I miss you…can’t wait to see you in my next livestream! Xoxo”
Kakashi Hatake is a semi-closeted freak. He’ll hang out with his friends and give some vanilla sex advice, but when he fucks? He wants complete control over who he’s fucking. He loves being dominant; every woman he’s fucked has always called him, begging for more. One day, he accidentally discovered your page and, just like Satoru, was hooked instantly. He sends so much money that all the other men get a little nervous and wonder who the hell this guy is. Kakashi sends you lavish gifts as well.
You love the attention a little more from him than from Satoru, though. It’s like Kakashi knows how to make you fold instantly. Whenever you tell him no, or you don’t think you can do something, he always sends photos of the gifts and money he has for you, and of course you fold all the time because who wouldn’t want a new Chanel bag because you squirted for a man???
One day, you’re getting ready for your scheduled meet-up with Kakashi. He normally wants to meet up every two weeks, but he texted you a few days after his last meet-up, asking to meet again for another session, and he was willing to pay more. You smirk; he just can't get enough of you. When you booked him, you didn’t realize there was a glitch on the website, and you had already booked Satoru for the same day… and the same time.
Satoru was following the directions given in the email. Once he arrived at your apartment, he was geeked as hell. Finally able to fuck the woman of his dreams. Once he got to the elevator, another man showed up. White hair, shorter than him, they both got in, and Kakashi, who was closer to the keypad, asked Satoru what floor: “Third floor, please.” Satoru told him. Kakashi let out a small chuckle. “What a coincidence—looks like we're going to the same floor.” Satoru, not thinking anything of it, scratched the back of his head, laughing softly. Even as they got off and walked in the same direction—
It was just a coincidence, right?
Kakashi was a little confused as to why his doppelgänger was following him. Maybe he was going to the apartment next to yours; maybe he’s Kakashi’s long-lost brother who got stuck in a different universe. Kakashi didn’t expect anything from him.
What he absolutely did NOT expect was to not only arrive at the same apartment as Satoru–but also to share you with him. Satoru, on the other hand, was really confused and somewhat upset he didn't get you to himself—but he was also turned on at the thought of watching you get fucked by another man as he watched in person this time.
When they both stopped at the same door, neither man said a word, but they side-eyed the hell out of each other. Satoru slowly brought his hand up and knocked on your door. You rushed to open it, and when you did–your jaw dropped. “Uhhh” was all you could manage as both men stared at you, just as confused. Kakashi sighed, hanging his head in shame. Maybe he was being too lustful, asking for another meet-up while his Temu brother was scheduled to meet with you.
Satoru, on the other hand, was not so composed; with no self-awareness at all, he walked into your apartment. “So I'm guessing you didn't double-check when you talked with me—make sure I got you to myself,” he said, looking around.
Meanwhile, you’re apologizing over and over to both men as you scroll on your laptop to see that you did double-book them. “I am so sorry, guys, I-I honestly…don’t even know what to do now, I mean I would have no choice but to reschedule you both–” Your brain stops for a second…you don’t think with that instead; you’re listening to the brain that’s throbbing down there.
“Why not fuck them both???”
You shake your head at the thought. You’ve never had a threesome before, and you weren’t going to now!
“Why don’t you just fuck both of us?” Kakashi said so nonchalantly. Satoru’s eyes widened upon hearing this, ears red. Clearly you wouldn’t have agreed, right???
Two minutes later
Well, so much for your dignity, because you’re bent over your bed, holding onto your sheets for dear life as Kakashi is taking you from behind, his thrust set at a brutal pace as he fucks you, his meaty cock just terrorizing your poor walls. To your surprise, Satoru wasn’t upset. Instead, he was sitting in a chair—jerking off to you being fucked. It was discussed a while ago in one of your chats with him that he’d wanted to be in a cuck chair watching you, but you just thought he was joking…he was not joking.
Kakashi couldn’t help but smirk as he heard you moan. From the corner of his eye, he could see Satoru jerking off, and it looked like he was close already. “What a wimp,” he thought. His hands now tangled in your hair, pulling you up to his chest as his pace sped up, the way the tip of his cock kept pressing at your spot, you were seeing stars. You couldn’t even close your mouth; you were so fucking close to cumming. Small little whimpers and squeaks came from you. Kakashi eased you back onto the sheets, “Let my Temu twin see you fall apart, pretty girl…” Your eyes sprang open, and you couldn’t help but giggle mid moan.
Satoru’s eye twitched—Temu twin??! How dare this man who looks like he’s old enough to be his father say that? He marched right on over and shoved his cock in your mouth mid laugh. “Shut up! It’s not that fucking funny!” He said, holding the back of your head as your nose touched his pelvis. You gagged, spit forming as his cock reached the back of your throat. You were now holding onto his thighs for support while being pounded from behind. That made it worse; every thrust made you take Satoru’s cock even deeper. He was so geeked when he felt his cock peeking down your throat.
He smiled so sadistically, “Is that so funny? Being fucked like a whore by two men due to a lousy mistake, is that funny?” He said, pulling out until the tip, thrusting back in after letting you catch your breath for a second. You're completely helpless. Gojo’s angrily fucking your throat while Kakashi is menacingly fucking your pussy as he owns you.
Kakashi was having a time; he was enjoying whatever the hell was going on, watching you gag and choke on his Temu twin’s cock while he stuffs your pussy, your aching hole just like a waterfall, the way his cock glistens when he thrusts. He can feel himself getting closer and closer as you tighten around him. Hearing your skin slap against his, some of your release from however many orgasms you’ve had by now.
You could hardly focus…being used by both of your top clients at the same fucking time was so euphoric for you. You never gave it any thought, but they really do look alike. You closed your eyes as you felt another wave of an orgasm coming until, like machines—Satoru and Kakashi just stopped. They both pulled out of you, making you gasp. They looked at each other, and it was like they had the same brain and knew exactly what the other was thinking.
You curse yourself because why—just why would these men think it’d be a great idea for Satoru to get under you and Kakashi is still behind you—they both shove their big cocks in your pussy at the same time, causing you to yelp out in pain at first, but Satoru was rubbing your clit to stimulate you and to ease your pain.
Imagine two big ass bullet trains trying to fit into one tunnel…yeah that’s you. “It’s not going to fit—” you cry out as Kakashi’s hand lands on your ass. “Don’t be ridiculous now; we’ve seen you shove lots of things up there. Don't act brand new now, you slut.” He began to thrust; both you and Satoru moaned as Kakashi was also rubbing against his cock. Kakashi was relentless, not giving a fuck about anything anymore. His pace was relentless, his angry red tip punching your cervix at this point.
Satoru tried to be nice, like his cock wasn’t also shoved inside you; he kissed your collarbone, telling you to relax. He then rubbed your clit, pressing down on it slightly to hear you cry out. Both men toying with you, both men stretching you out, and both men you were definitely keeping as your top clients.
Satoru’s hands flew to your hips, gripping them with such force, his face so red he looked like a tomato. “C-Can you slow down, man? At this rate—ah!” He groaned and felt himself getting closer. Kakashi was still going crazy, but he too was close. Within seconds, both men let out low groans, and your walls were painted extra with their cum.
Kakashi was now hunched over you, breathing heavily. Satoru was out of it, and you were thinking only one thing—
⤷ ゛your husband nanami kento tries your breast milk ˎˊ˗ fluff into smut, fem!reader, husband!nanami ♡
wc. 641
ever since you gave nanami a baby girl, he'd changed. more attentive. more gentle. he handled late-night feedings, changed diapers without complaint, and constantly made sure you had everything you needed.
but lately, there was always something else in his eyes whenever he watched you.
one evening, you sat in the living room nursing your daughter when nanami quietly wandered in from the kitchen. he stopped beside the couch, gaze lingering on the peaceful sight of your baby feeding in your arms.
his throat tightened.
he wasn't sure when the curiosity had started, but lately he'd found himself wondering...
what does breast milk taste like?
the thought made his ears burn.
"ken?" you asked softly. "something wrong?"
he blinked. "i'm alright, darling. just thinking."
once your daughter finished and drifted off, the two of you tucked her into bed together. nanami smiled as he pulled the blanket over her tiny shoulders before quietly following you back to the living room.
"you've been quiet tonight," you teased.
"sorry love," he said, then quickly changed the subject.
the conversation faded in a couple minutes, and after dozing off together for a while, you shifted uncomfortably. your blouse was damp where milk had leaked through.
"you feeling alright?" nanami asked, noticing your squirming
"i'm just really full," you sighed, instinctively cradling your breast. "i should probably pump."
as you stood, he suddenly grabbed your wrist.
"don't," he said quietly, "i…"
he seemed to be wrestling with something internally, brow furrowed slightly. you sat there, suprised by his sudden interruption. "ken? baby, i really need to pump."
"…would it help if…" he trails off, regretting starting the sentence.
"help if what?"
"…if i helped instead of the pump."
you blinked, certain you heard him wrong "what?"
his ears were noticeably red now, the flush creeping down his neck. he looked away, jaw tightening.
"…relive the pressure," he clarified, his voice strained. "instead of pumping."
a startled laugh bubbled up from your chest, completely breaking the heavy tension. you couldn't help it—the sight of your usually composed husband flustered was a rare right.
"oh kento!" you giggled, pressing a hand over your mouth to stifle the sound so you won't wake your baby. "you could have just said you wanted to try some, y'know."
"i didn't know how to ask..." nanami managed to say, watching you laugh. he was feeling like an idiot but also strangely warmed by your reaction.
"so, do you want it in a cup, or straight from the source?" you wiggled your eyebrows teasingly.
"a cup. please."
"thought so."
you disappeared into the kitchen, returning a few minutes later with a small glass of freshly pumped milk. sliding it toward him, you watched his fingers wrap around the warm glass.
he stared at it for a long moment before finally taking a cautious sip.
his eyebrows lifted.
"...it's actually really good."
you laughed.
"it's sweet, like vanilla," he admitted, sounding genuinely surprised.
"i know."
he took another small sip before looking back at you, still slightly pink.
"i didn't expect that."
leaning your chin into your hand, you smiled.
"want more?"
safe to say that he liked it, so of course the next time you two had sex (after the baby was settled at his parents for the night) he didn't hesitate.
pinning you to the mattress, he immediately lowered his head to your chest, warm mouth closing over your nipple.
"oh— ken" you gasped as he sucked eagerly.
"mmph—" he pulled back, his mouth shining wetly with your milk. his pupils were dilated, his gaze intense.
"another one," he panted, nipping at your neck possessively. "i want another baby. so you'll always be full of milk for me to drink."
soon enough his wish was fulfilled because two months later, there were two lines on your pregnancy test. (yes, with twins this time)
a/n: next time it'll be in reverse WHO SAID THAT. i did so much research for this fic only for me to delete all the detailed parts because i didnt want to bore anyone 💔
pervy best friend!choso who thinks you're his lucky charm and wants you to sit in his lap while he plays video games. while you're perched on his thighs with his arms on either side of you, he kisses your neck and nibbles on your ear as his fingers fiddle with his controller. when he wins a game he'll turn your face towards him and give you a peck on the lips, calling it a 'celebratory kiss'.
pervy bestfriend!choso who insists on coming with you whenever you want to buy lingerie - a second opinion is always useful right? he'll pick out a set in your favourite colour and wait for you outside the dressing room. once you're out, you give him a quick twirl bending down and shaking your ass a little. he'll come up behind you to help you 'adjust your bra strap', but really it's to feel your plush ass against his dick. you know exactly what he's doing and push back against him, grinding softly against his growing erection. when he coughs out a groan, you feign innocence, asking him sweetly if he's okay.
pervy bestfriend!choso who takes advantage of the fact that you become extremely affectionate when you're sleepy. whenever you go over to his place and end up sleeping over, you cuddle him tightly, wrapping your arms around his neck and throwing one of your legs over his own. choso feels his cock strain against the fabric of his boxers as you wiggle against him in an atempt to get comfortable, feeling your tits pressed against his arm and the warmth of your pussy against his thigh.
pervy bestfriend!choso who can't believe his luck when he looks over too see that the strap of your tank top has fallen all the way down and exposed your bare breasts. He stares as your tits rise and fall as you breathe, basically inviting him to suck on them. He leans down to watch your nipples harden and his mouth is on them in seconds. I mean, how could he possibly resist? Choso's eyes are half-lidded as he swirls his tongue around your bud, his spit coating every inch of your nipple.
pervy bestfriend!choso who is too focused on your chest to notice that you've been awake the whole time, watching him groan as he sucks your nipple passionately. Choso only realises you're awake when your hand travels to his hair and you start running your fingers through his thick strands.
pervy bestfriend!choso whose face is flushed in embarassment as he tries to explain why he was latched to your nipple just seconds ago but immediately shuts up when he feels your hand start to caress his bulge.
pervy bestfriend!choso who can't believe he might actually get to fuck you.
synopsis: For as long as you’ve dated Toji Fushiguro, you’ve come to realize how much of a massive perv he is…
tags:perv!toji fushiguro x fem!shy!reader,smut, fingering, slightly tit/nipple play, squirting, groping, slight dub con but like not really idk
a/n:mmmmm tojiiii🤤🤤also! my requests are open! So start sending them in! If I find them interesting I’ll do it!!
You were peacefully lying in bed watching something on the TV. You were all comfy, finished showering about an hour ago, smelling like your signature scent. You were allllll snuggled up…until the other side of the bed started to dip and lean over. A mass creating a strong sigh. “hey princess.” Toji. His hand snakes over your hips, his curling perfectly into you hip bone. “All comfy?”
You love him you do! But Toji is always on a different level compared to other stereotypical boyfriends. His hand never remained at his sides. Ass,tits,hips anything, nothing is safe. He did it front of his friends, his family, your family. If you were there, bet your ass his hand was somewhere where it shouldn’t. Giving it a good squish or squeeze.
You’ve tried to keep him in control. Wearing more layered clothes and less revealing clothes, stopped bending over in front of him. The works basically but nothing would work. I guess you took it as a plus. He thinks everything you do no matter what state you’re in, is extremely sexy and hot to him.
Your underwear would even go missing for days or shirts you’ve worked out in would disappear from the dirty clothes basket. And or, they reappear all sticky or crusty. You knew who the culprit was, not like he cared enough to even care.
“Yes Toji, let’s keep it that way.” You grumbled the last part. His hips shifted against your ass, his big hands—almost the size of your head slowly slide down to your waistband of your shorts. His fingers lightly treading against your cunt. You whimpered as you gripped his wrist. The movie went on without you both. “Toji…please..”
His other hand glided towards your breast. Cupping below the hilt. His fingers lightly grazing your nipple. Your mouth began to dry up, and whimpers being clogged up into your throat. “What? Can’t love my girl anymore?”
“N-no, Toji you’re g-mhm! groping me!” You whined out. His fingers near your pussy dipped even lower beyond your shorts, his finger tips tickling your clit. You yelped out and threw your head back against his shoulder. His grin was wide, the scar on his lip curving with it. “There’s my sweet girl, yea?” You let out a grunt as your legs uncontrollably curled outward.
His hands cupping your tits flicked your left nipple, causing even more overstimulation. Your body jolted and squirmed as his fingers mingled with your clit his middle finger sssliidddinngg down to the entrance of your pussy. “ngh!Toji please!”
“Please what? I don’t get it?” Toji mocks your lonely plea.
“I want you to—fuck! I want you to finger me!” You yelped out loud. Toji chuckled deeply, you feel the baritone and the vibration in his chest. His finger snaked into your entrance. Slowly swirling around your gummy and sticky walls. You kissed his neck as you moaned into his mouth. The scar on his lips grazed yours as your hands traced his abs. “You’re such a perv you know that right?” You told him. Toji’s hand on your tits grasped your tit harsh. “Me? You’re the one screaming and crying on my fingers. You know how you get when you hop on this dick—”
You slapped his chest teasingly but, making your boyfriend speed up his finger menstruations. Your moans became harsher and longer. Your head thrown back even further in his shoulder. “I-I oh fuck! Gonna cum! G-gonna cum?!” You screamed out. Your body was warmer than ever, tears threatening to roll down your face. “You wanna cum baby? After calling me a perv? I think you owe me something, hm?”
With your orgasm creeping close within your body, your tummy churning in the right possible places. You sallowed your pride and—
“I’m—ugh! Sorry!!” You screamed
Toji’s hands moved faster as you cried out and gripped his biceps. Clear liquid squirted out your hole with your mouth let out the most intense breath and screams. “Good girl, that’s it.” Toji coos at you. After the waves of your orgasm stopped crashing into your soul, his fingers slid out of you. You laid against his shoulder, legs slightly twitching. “You ass. I just showered…fuck…”
“You’ll live princess.” Toji says as he sucks on his squirt and cream covered hand.
NSFW. boyfriend!satoru just can’t stop playing with your tits
The very first time you slept with Satoru, you immediately knew he was a certified tit guy.
He’d spent what felt like forever massaging them, sucking on your nipples, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh—completely lost in it—while you were practically throbbing and dying for him to finally fuck you.
Two years later, nothing had changed. If anything, he’d only gotten worse.
He touched them every single chance he got: insisting on showering together just so he could lather your breasts with slippery soap and play with them under the hot water, absentmindedly teasing your nipples when he slung an arm around your shoulders on the couch, and even sucking melted ice cream straight off them like it was the most natural thing in the world.
But your ovulation week? That was his absolute favorite.
Your tits always swelled up—rounder, heavier, impossibly more sensitive. And today was one of those days.
It was stupidly hot, so you’d skipped the bra entirely and thrown on your usual lazy outfit at home: tiny sleep shorts and a thin, loose tank top with spaghetti straps.
You hadn’t thought twice about it… until you felt Satoru’s gaze burning into you.
“Fuck,” he breathed, mouth hanging open, eyes glued to your chest. “They’re practically spilling out over the edge of that little top, baby.”
Before you could even respond, he closed the distance in five long strides. One large hand settled possessively on your waist, pulling you flush against him, while the other boldly traced slow, reverent circles over the full, heavy curve of your breast.
“Goddamn,” he muttered, voice already husky. “Look at you. So fucking full today.”
His thumb brushed over your nipple through the thin fabric, and it stiffened instantly, sending a sharp jolt of heat straight between your legs. A low, satisfied sound rumbled in his chest.
He didn’t wait for permission. He never really did when it came to your tits. In one smooth motion, he tugged the strap of your tank top down your shoulder, freeing one breast completely. The cool air hit your heated skin, making your nipple tighten even more.
Satoru’s eyes darkened with hunger.
He leaned in and dragged the flat of his tongue over it slowly, savoring the way you shivered. Then he latched on, sucking greedily while his hand continued kneading the soft, overflowing flesh of your other breast.
You could feel how hard he already was against your stomach
He pulled back just enough to speak, lips glistening, voice wrecked. “C’mere. I need both of them in my mouth.”
Without warning, he scooped you up like you weighed nothing and carried you to the couch, dropping down with you straddling his lap. He yanked the other strap down, fully exposing your chest, and buried his face between your tits with a deep, contented groan.
His hands never stopped moving—squeezing, pushing them together, thumbs flicking over your sensitive peaks as he alternated between sucking and licking like a man starved.
You were getting so turned on watching him play with your tits that you didn’t think twice. You slid off his lap, dropped to your knees in front of him, and eagerly pulled his pants down just enough to free his cock. It sprang out, hard and flushed, already glistening at the tip. The sight made your mouth water.
You could feel yourself getting wetter by the second, your body burning with need, the heat intensified by your ovulation.
“Oh god, you’re gonna spoil me rotten baby” he said softly, almost in awe as you pressed your swollen tits around his length.
You pushed them together tightly, enveloping him in soft, warm flesh. Then, looking up at him, you parted your lips and let your tongue hang out obediently, waiting.
“Fuck— that’s it,” he moaned, eyes darkening. “Such a good girl.”
He started thrusting slowly between your breasts, savoring every slide. With each upward thrust, the flushed head of his cock brushed against your waiting tongue, leaving a trail of salty precum on it.
“You’re getting so turned on, aren’t you?” he murmured, voice sweet and filthy at the same time. “I can see it in your eyes…Bet you’re already soaking those little shorts for me.”
He kept a steady rhythm, fucking your tits while his hands gently squeezed and played with them, thumbs brushing over your sensitive nipples and your own hands.
“Feels so fucking good… warm and soft,” he groaned, hips stuttering a little when the tip of his cock dragged across your tongue again. “You drive me crazy.”
Your cheeks were flushed, thighs pressing together as the ache between your legs grew stronger. Every thrust made you wetter, your body throbbing with need while he used your heavy, sensitive breasts exactly how he wanted.
Satoru’s breathing grew heavier, his thrusts a little faster, but he held back, clearly trying not to cum yet. He wanted to save it for your pussy.
“C’mon, baby,” he rasped, voice rough with desire. “I’ll fuck you nice and deep just like you need.”
He suddenly stood up, lifting you effortlessly into his arms. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you toward the bedroom, kissing you hungrily on the way. His hard cock pressed against your soaked shorts with every step.
Once he laid you down on the bed, he pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes dark and full of lust.
“I’m gonna cum so much inside you…” he murmured against your lips, voice low and filthy, “I’ll fill you up until it takes.”
You whimpered at his words, a rush of heat flooding your body as you imagined it — your belly swelling, your tits growing even bigger and heavier, and Satoru being even more obsessed with them, sucking and fucking them while you were pregnant.
He smirked, noticing the way your thighs squeezed together.
“Yeah? You like that idea, don’t you?” he teased, sliding his hand between your legs. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll make sure to abuse these pretty tits even more when they’re full of milk.”
PAIR: billy loomis x f!reader WC: 2200 filthy words
SUMMARY/NOTES: AU where billy lives and is acquitted of the murders. he's your sleazy landlord, and he's obsessed with you. big ty to @clawdee for a thot that did a lot. love this moodboard by @aurorawritestoescape for the vibes.
WARNINGS may not have full detail. 18+ adult content. stalking and other perv behavior, detailed fantasies of each other (in yours, he's forceful and can lift you), jerking off, dark use of cum, light degradation, (explicit) reference to billy x stu. sex toy, what the ask says, oh and idk, what if he sucked it?
PART 2 HERE
You haven’t saved his number, but you’re starting to recognize it. His text says, you’ve got a leak. gotta come inside sry. Great, so this psycho is slinking around when you’re not there. And what’s worse: you won’t be back for days. He must have seen you packing your car. While you’re trying to remember if you put all your toys away at home, another whoosh from your phone startles you. He’s sent an image. Not of the leak, no… This image makes you hot with the primitive urge to be bred.
The pic is from Billy’s point of view, looking down. It shows the bottom half of his sweat-stained white tank, a peek at his happy trail, and, god help you--a massive bulge in his light-wash jeans. His big, tan fist is holding a wrench. And finally, framed by his poorly-tied work boots, his toolbox sits on your kitchen floor. It’s definitely not the focal point.
You quickly close the picture, but less than a minute later, it’s open again, and you’re zooming in. Your primate brain is saying sit on it sit on it sit on it sit on it sit on it sit on it, and a heartbeat throbs between your legs. Ugggghhhghghgh. Does he have to look like that? Does he have to be so big? Does he have to hold a wrench? Does his belt have to be tilting like something might escape from his jeans? A stiff, veiny vision springs into your mind, and you try to push it away. Your panties are already at slip-and-slide status.
Meanwhile, Billy is making himself at home at your (his) place. He takes his time stalking around your space with the eyes of a predator. It feels like it used to when he wore the mask. There’s something about you that stirs his darkness awake. He’d never stab you, although he doesn’t mind the vision of a knife at your throat.
He walks past your dresser, bypassing your underwear drawer. He’s more interested in the dirty laundry. He pokes through your unwashed clothes and finds something to his liking: a red thong with a white-streaked gusset. He shoves it in his back pocket, but not all the way. The glimpse of red fabric is a nice touch, like a pocket square for his ass. Too bad you’re not there to see it when he squats to look under your bed. Maybe one day you’ll get smart and buy a security camera–one that you control.
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Oh, and you didn’t put the toys away, you little vixen. At least not the big dong anchored to the edge of your bathtub by a suction cup, standing proudly with a slight curve. He can't help but smile as he bends over and braces one hand on the tub. He wraps his hand around the shaft and pulls. Strong suction cup.
/// He imagines you straddling the side of the tub and sinking onto the dick. A little “uh!” when it bottoms out. You gently rock on it, then fuck yourself thinking of him, unaware that his is thicker. ///
He palms the growing lump in his pants, then unbuckles his belt. He sighs through his nose and gently grabs his crotch, relieved to have more room for growth.
He squats down, panties hanging out of his back pocket. He sniffs the dildo–smells like silicone. Lame. But he opens his nostrils and inhales deeper as he runs his nose down the shaft and could swear he gets a little whiff of you. He kitten-licks it with curiosity and detects the slightest hint of something tart. Then he licks up the shaft and gives the tip an open-mouth kiss. Billy’s never approached a cock this way before.
/// Normally it’s his meat between someone else’s lips. Always in control. It’s not every day he has a dick in his face, but if he does, it’s usually in sixty-nine. And he’s probably jerking it with his hand, choking it like it might kill him first, letting it slap his open lips with each stroke before catching it in his mouth and straight gobbling it, greedily consuming it, commanding it with his tongue, dead set on flooding his mouth before he shoots his own load down Stu’s throat. ///
He lets one knee down onto the discolored vinyl floor, then takes the head fully in his mouth, hand wrapped around the base. As he lowers his head on the shaft, it becomes apparent this is not just a dong. It’s not going to curve down his throat. It has a rigid core. He inspects the dick and finds buttons near the silicone balls, but when he presses them, nothing happens. It’s dead. Maybe he’ll charge it for you while you’re gone. He’s a nice guy like that.
He returns his mouth to the tip and takes just a few inches. In a few days, you’ll be riding a toy that has traces of his saliva all over it. He sucks hard, harder, then tastes something. It's heady and chemical. He lets most of the shaft out and sucks just the head. He tastes it again. He takes his mouth off the dildo and there’s a little drop of cloudy liquid beading at the dickhole he hadn’t noticed. Holy shit.
He looks around the tub, picking things up, putting them down–how many bottles of shampoo do you need? Some of these feel almost empty, begging to be re-homed to his bathroom. He gets up and searches your cluttered counter, rummaging around, looking for the juice. He checks himself out in the mirror, and his little smirk widens. He looks hot: Biceps swole from working out. Cock straining his unbuttoned jeans.
He snaps a pic before resuming his search. When he looks under the sink, jackpot. A bottle of synthetic “kum.” He unscrews the lid and you sure have used a lot of it. He sees the bottle half-full, ha ha. Until he pours out just little. He'll replace it.
Billy's phone dings with a text from you. Thought this day might never come. Your text reads, all good? Hah. Of course there’s no real leak, aside from his cockhead.
You’re stopped at a gas station. At the moment, you care more about what's in his pants than your complete loss of privacy, so you’re playing along. The urge to text him had been too strong, and now your heart is racing, awaiting his response. When he hasn’t replied in five minutes, you feel like an idiot. . And then you’re just mad. Of course he hasn’t responded. He must be feeling so smug right now. You get back in your car. If you weren’t two hours away, you’d speed home to confront him.
/// As that plays out in your mind, it devolves into a filthy fantasy. When you bust in the door demanding to see the alleged leak, he gets a wild look in his eyes. I'll show you the leak. He charges at you and you don't move. He manhandles you up against the wall, pinning you there while he smells your hair. Oh, he’s strong, really strong, and he’s rock hard pressing himself up against you. You’re dyin’ for this cock, he growls in your ear. Oh, how you wish he was wrong. He’s there to lay pipe, and you want it. ///
Back in real life, you’re staring into space until a van driver's stare snaps you out of it. You find your hand between your legs, heel of your palm pressed against your throbbing front….still parked right there at the gas pump. The man quickly looks away, and your face catches fire. You can’t drive like this. Soaking wet, you get out of your car again. You know the gas station chain has clean bathrooms. Clean enough.
You lock the bathroom door behind you and are confronted with your face in the mirror--wrecked with horny desperation. You wash your hands with that pink scented soap, dry them, then unbutton your shorts. Leaning with your back against the wall, you plunge your hand into your shorts. What a mess-no panties, soaked through. You rub your puffy cunt, then gather some slick and slide it up to your sweet spot for a quickie.
Closing your eyes, you pick up the scene right where you left off, this time grinding your bare, dripping pussy against your hand.
/// You imagine he’s got you up against the wall. He cups your crotch over your obscenely short daisy dukes, then easily slips his middle finger under the inseam for a dip. Found the leak, he taunts as his thick finger pushes into your needy hole. Already got your panites off for me? He tilts his head, making a strand of hair fall in his face. You're dyin' for it.
Don’t - fucking - move, he warns with a glare, then takes his arm off your chest to unbutton his pants, freeing his cock in a hurry. Once his bare cock is grazing your midsection, both his hands end up between your legs. He rips the pathetic, dripping inseam of your “shorts.” Then he forcefully grabs both your thighs and lifts you against the wall.
And just as he’s shoving his stiff cock into you, just when his girth is stuffing you full, the tension snaps in real life. ///
You shudder and your thighs quake and your mouth opens wide with a nearly silent moan. Slowly rutting against your hand with each bursts of pleasure, you hear yourself whisper, billy as your hips slow to a stop.
He knows you want it bad. Of course you want it. He’s him–He was pre-trial detention for a week before he started getting fan mail. Now he’s far from Woodsboro, out of Cali, out in the sticks of a town that’s not even on the map. He’s a nobody with a trailer park. He likes it that way, and he’s still got it. You’re playing hard to get, and that really gets him hard.
Getting a text from you at all feels like a runway traffic controller is waving him in for the kill...so to speak. He doesn't reply right away, but it's not because he's playing it cool. He's just mulling how far to go with his reply. He tucks his erection into his waistband and takes another POV shot with his legs framed by open doors of your under-sink cabinet. The smushed head of his cock barely visible against his abdomen.
Too far? Maybe. He’ll save that one for later. Right now he has something to take care of anyway.
. . .
Ten minutes later, he’s reclining on your bed, edging himself with the kum as lube, open bottle on the nightstand. He doesn’t use your panties, or the pics he’s secretly taken, or the audio he’s recorded from outside the thin walls of your trailer. He doesn’t need anything but his mind, and the fact that when you get off in private, you stuff yourself with imaginary cum. You’re that much of a cumslut. He’s never been so stiff and swollen.
/// It’s so clear in his mind. You ride that cock with one hand braced on the tub, one on your breast. Your eyes are closed and you're moaning. You mutter billy under your breath, fuck, billy, gushing at the thought of him fucking you raw. Your thighs tremble, desperate for his load. Fill me up, billy. When you’re just about to press that button on the dildo, in real life he sits up and grabs the bottle of kum. He brings the open bottle to the tip of his cock.
Then, you press the button and moan please, please. As you begin to fill yourself with his cum, panting yes, more— his whole body shakes. He moans out loud in your room. His thick ropes join the fake cum as he thinks of you blasting more than one load up your cunt. He just knows you don’t stop at one. You don’t stop until you’re spent, and a big mess of his jizz is leaking out of your used, over-stuffed cunt. ///
He loses count of how many ropes he shoots into that bottle. The last of his load dribbles out. He sets the bottle down on the nightstand, take off his sweaty shirt, and collapses on his back, just breathing for a minute, looking at your ceiling.
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When he’s recovered enough, he tucks his cock back into his boxer briefs, sits up, and looks in the bottle. His cum is visibly different from the synthetic stuff. He screws the lid closed, holds the bottle near his unzipped jeans, and shakes it in a jack-off motion. He opens the bottle again. “Yeahhh,” he says to the mixture. He’s gonna have to do that again. While you're out of town, he'll be adding a lot more to that bottle.
His phone lights up on the nightstand, reminding him of your text. He slings his dirty shirt over his shoulder on his way back to your bathroom. He puts the bottle back where it was.
Then he takes a mirror selfie, disheveled and flushed, with a visible farmer’s tan. His bare skin glistens, and his belt is left unbuckled.
He sends you the pic and a text: yea just finished
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It’s so cute to him when you’re crying, at the edge of the bed, legs in the air, completely naked and shaking under him. Orgasm after orgasm he makes you take it and his words are as sweet and sugary as he.
Sugurus dick is so thick and warm inside your gummy walls so comfy to slide in. All in your tummy. Nice, warm and creamy. “Mmmh, yes I know my sweetie. It’s so cute when you take it.” pushing in deeper inside your walls making you dizzy, head spinning. “My poor honey..” he speeds up a little and you let out a sound between a cry and a yelp—you’re not too sure. “Eeehhh!!” You shut your eyes and breathe in and out. “Eeehhh?”
“Mocking me!” You cry out again as you feel another orgasm spearing through you. “Oh honey..just a little..but you can take more baby, can’t you?” You give him a small nod. “Mmmh..that’s it angel. You make me so proud.”
And he truly believes that. He knows that.
His hips smack into yours as bubbles and seeps of mixed white cum flow down from your cream filled pussy and down your twitching asshole. Breeding you. He believes in you, he knows his dick is big but coaxing you softly into orgasms is so much fun. “Look how well it fits.” What he really means is ‘look at the way your body fits me like a glove, your pussy is perfect for me, even if I have to stretch it a little :(’.
He splays his large hand on your tummy and pushes down so you can feel his dick so warm, creamy and comfy inside your gummy walls hugging him so tightly. Then he makes you cum again, over and over and over so your pussy is slobbering with cum. Fat tears and small sniffles bouncing off the walls when he’s overwhelming your poor puffy pussy. “Suguuu!” You pout.
“That’s it my love, now cum again and let me see your love faces.♡”
ft: threesomes, manipulation, sloppy seconds (idk the term for it lol)
w/c: 1.5k
SADESLUVR'S KINKTOBER '25
“You asshole. You got that far without me?”
The slurring of Stu’s words made you sick to your stomach. There he was, all of six-foot-something, eyes gleaming as he crossed the threshold into the bedroom, virtually trapping you between the pair.
“Shut up Stu,” Billy hissed. “This was never about you.”
“Uh, that’s not what you said to me earlier, dude,” Stu said matter-of-factly, his voice so flippant that it was practically mocking. “Stop trying to be mysterious…”
The blonde briefly glanced over at you.
“You made her cum yet?”
“Fuck you!” You yelled, nostrils flared as you pulled the discarded robe tighter around your body. With blurry eyes it was impossible to look at either of them, not to mention the inherent rage and embarrassment in spurring over into your speech.
“H-How could you do this to me?”
“Shh...” Billy cooed, snaking his hand around your waist. “I haven’t done anything, you’re not thinking straight —“
“—You said he was dead.”
“Wrong answer,” Stu announced, raising a finger as if he were in class, and began to make his way around your bed to join where you were stood. “Ol’ Billy-boy here must’ve been confused. I went out of town for some family thing. The first thing I wanted to do when I came back was check up on you…” he drawled, a toothy grin across his lips as he poked your nose.
“…And make sure that our friends were all still dead.”
Whilst a smile tugged at Billy’s lips, Stu’s raucous laughter was enough to make your blood run cold. Mentally, you kicked yourself, wondering just how it had been for you to have missed this; agonising on why they had such vendetta against Randy, Sidney and Tatum…yet also in complete denial about the fact that they’d go through all of this just to have you.
Your lungs felt as if they were on borrowed time, your chokes drawing the pairs attention to you. Billy’s hand was still around your waist, whilst Stu had found his position on the bed, wide eyes staring up at you both expectedly. The brunette was holding you up, pressing your back into his chest as he did.
He was still erect.
Stu pouted, eyes dancing over your form.
“I bet you wish you were dead, huh? Better yet, the both of us,”
Flashing Stu a knowing glare, he chuckled.
“That’s not very nice, doll. I certainly don’t wish you were dead right now…”
His hands snaked their way up your bare thighs, to which you flinched. Billy tutted at your reaction and flashed the blonde another knowing stare.
“Aw, Stu. You gotta be patient with her…Treat her nice.”
“Yeah, I bet you know all about patience Mr Prescott,” he teased. “I’ve got blue balls just sitting here.”
“You want Stu, don’t you?” Billy hummed, nuzzling his head into your neck. “I know Tatum used to talk about he good he was all the time…”
“—Sure was,” he interjects, lithe fingers creeping towards your exposed sex. He stroked along your raw folds, wet and sensitive from Billy’s touch as he traced the hood of your clit with his middle finger, causing you to let out an accidental moan.
You hated that it felt good. Much more that they got to enjoy this.
“You hear that, Billy? She likes me.” Stu says with glee, lazily palming himself through his trousers as he stood up, walking to the foot of the bed. “How’re we gonna do this?”
You ended up straddled on Billy’s lap, with Stu stood to your right. He hastily freed his cock from his trousers; it was long, a fresh pink colour and throbbing, jutting right out towards your lips.
Pushing at your robe, Stu groped your tits the moment the fabric hit the floor, large hands cupping the mound and tugging at your nipples.
He latched onto them, hungry, evoking a gasp as he unexpectedly used teeth, nibbling on the nub. Meanwhile, Billy adjusted himself under you, preparing to finish what he’d rightfully started.
Your thighs twitched as the brunette rubbed his tip along your folds, anticipating his re-entry, and suddenly you felt panic in once more.
“B-Billy…” you stammered, voice muffled as Stu’s fingertips danced across your lips, threatening to stick them in your mouth. “I can’t, I’ve never done this —“
“You’ll be fine,” he said, though it wasn’t very reassuring (or convincing). “Stu and I will take care of you, remember?”
His fingers gripped around your hips as he spoke, slowly pulling you down onto his cock. Even though he’d been inside you no less than five minutes ago, this position felt different; thighs aching as he stretched you open perfectly.
“Open wide…” Stu teased, squishing your cheeks together as he held you to the head of his cock, coating your lips in the sheer gloss of his pre-cum. He was bigger than Billy, and the fear of not being able to handle him was quickly replaced with a sickly sense of pride when he let out a large groan upon sliding his cock in your mouth.
“Fuck — Your mouth feels amazing…” he moaned, slowly beginning to roll his hips, the first couple of inches of his cock sliding in and out of your mouth, sticky puckering sounds as it did. Billy rolled his hips too; only fucking up into your pussy at a leisurely place, giving you time to adjust. You grabbed onto the sides of Stu’s body to stabilise yourself, giving Stu leverage to pump further into you with each stroke.
Saliva began to pool around the edges of your mouth as he thrust faster, his tip hitting the back of your throat and making you gag. Withdrawing momentarily, he watched in admiration as you spluttered.
“Sorry doll,” Stu said, voice thick with lust. “I guess I got too excited. I can’t help it. Here --”
In a swift motion he leaned down and placed a sloppy kiss to your lips, making sure his tongue explored every inch of your mouth before he reinserted his cock, this time with shallower thrusts. Taking your hand, he placed it around the exposed base, guiding it along his shaft as you jerked him off into your mouth.
Throwing his head back in pleasure, the blonde let out a deep, dragged-out sigh.
“How’s she feeling back there, Billy?”
“Fucking good,” he replies between clenched teeth, fingers digging into the fat on your hips as his bare cock dug up into your holds. The sounds and the image were beyond pornographic; slurping and skin-on-skin slapping of Billy’s thighs onto your own, all the while you were being stretched out from end to end oh-so perfectly.
The virgin, being defiled by the Woodsboro killers, the partners of your friends. You hated it – they'd won, and you’d never be able to look at yourself the same – and yet, deep within your core (perhaps the spot where Billy’s cock seemed to hit with every thrust) there was a sense of pride…and ultimately lust.
Stu’s large hands found their way back to your tits, eliciting a loud, unbridled moan. You’d been so caught up in your euphoria that you hadn’t realised you were grinding against Billy’s pelvis, desperate cunt eager to swallow his dick up.
His thrusts had since grown sloppy, and whilst he wasn’t nearly as loud as Stu you could hear him muttering under his breath.
“Randy’s girl was nothing but a dirty whore, huh? I knew you were all the same…”
It wasn’t long before he came; hair messy and pink lips parted as he spilled into you, excess cum running down his fleshy shaft and pooling at his balls. His cock twitched, savouring the warmth inside you – but you weren’t ready to come undone just yet.
Meanwhile, you’d found a strange kind of rhythm to sucking Stu’s dick, managing to take him further than before. He’d loosened his grip on your face, letting you take the reins, even whining as you licked a prominent vein on his underside.
“Fuck, Billy did you just fucking creampie her?” Stu says, practically bouncing. Billy raised his eyebrows in response, pushing back his brown locks from his face with one hand. “She’s getting good at this blowjob thing, but you gotta let me at it…”
Raising your hips just enough for Billy to pull out, Stu wastes no time in rearranging you on all fours. Weak; you grip the sheets of your bed, your full, hot pussy exposed to the cool air…only to be stuffed by Stu’s lengthy girth.
It’s an unholy concoction of fluids – your spit, Billy’s orgasm and Stu’s precum, squelching and lubricating the blonde’s cock as he drills you.
Soon, you’re beyond finding the words, eyes shut and mouth open as you bury your face in your pillows…only to be pulled up by Billy’s hand on the back of your neck.
“Shit — Your pussy might be better than Tatum’s…”
“Don’t get all shy on us now…” Billy cooed. “Tell us how much better we are than Randy could ever be.”
You couldn’t. You wouldn’t. You loved him, dearly - just like you’d loved all your friends.
But if you had loved Randy as much as you claimed, then you wouldn’t have been clenching around Stu’s shaft, legs shaking as you neared your orgasm.
If you loved Randy, why did you have such a deep pleasure fucking the boys who tormented him?
Randy was dead, and nothing really mattered now.
That was why you spent the rest of the night screaming their names and not his.
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