boo, you whore

she/her 21 slavic doll

[kkotda]

f/o who keeps their hand on the top of your head so that it's not slamming into the headboard as they fuck into you send post

[sodaneko]

dick from a well-respected man having you in a devastatingly disrespectful position

[shywhoree]

i had 99 problems but a hug from a tall guy with big biceps solved them all

[tojipie]

toji feels like a freak for wanting you this badly

18+, perv!toji, fem reader, established relationship, slight breath play

he can’t tell you about certain parts of him. at least not the parts that would have you running for the hills.

the brute loves you, wants to see you smile, wants to do whatever he can to make your life easier. but he can’t ignore that gnawing urge in the back of his brain.

toji wants to do a lot of things for you. it’s the things he wants to do to you that make him feel like the most disgusting man on earth.

that’s exactly why he fucks you softly. holds back, doesn’t let himself do more than what he believes you can handle.

classic missionary is the name of the game most nights, some handholding, maybe a hickey somewhere on your thigh where your skin is the thickest and won’t blemish easily. if you feel good, he feels good.

but the mental images he always ends up fucking his fist to are an entirely different ballpark. he might as well never be redeemed.

he wants to feel you ride him, cunt clenching around his length while you let your spit dribble into his awaiting mouth. wants to wrap a hand around your throat and feel your breath seize under his palm. maybe take you on the floor of your bedroom like he was raised by curses. out on the porch while he has his morning smoke.

toji swears his mind started playing tricks on him a week ago.

either that, or he’s grossly misinterpreted the things that are starting to make him think you can read his mind.

it begins with a movie. something you’ve done together on fridays since the start of your relationship. you don’t even ask for his input before putting it on and laying your head in his lap. toji thinks nothing of it.

the film starts off innocent enough. a little corny if he’s being honest. only, it’s the sex scenes that get him. the filthy, graphic, borderline pornographic sex scenes that have him tenting so hard he might as well start a campsite.

“he’s really giving it to her.” toji chuckles awkwardly, trying to focus on something, anything but imaging the two of you recreating the scene you seem to be watching so intently.

“yeah, he really is.” you mumble, almost sounding… fond? no. that can’t be right.

things don’t fare any better two days later when you’re at his place helping him sort through his storage.

he’s in the kitchen in record time as soon as he hears glass smash, leading you away from the pile of clear shards with a string of expletives.

“you okay?” he asks you, thumb rubbing over the apple of your cheek tenderly.

“i’m fine.” you tell him earnestly. looking over at the mess you made with a look that almost seems mischievous.

“that vase was expensive, im sorry.” you tell him. only, you don’t really sound sorry at all.

toji ignores the pointed look in your eyes, and sighs.

“it’s fine. just an accident.” you could wrap his car around a pole and he still wouldn’t be mad at you.

“can i make it up to you somehow? it’s okay if you’re angry.” you offer, tugging him a little closer by the belt loop. that look in your eyes from earlier seems to have magnified tenfold. he’d have to be an idiot not to catch onto what you were implying.

god, was that even what you were implying? toji wasn’t crazy, you were asking him for a punishment, right? the thought alone has him leaning up against the counter to steady himself.

he lets you guide his hands around the circumference of your waist and squeezes the skin there a little harder than he means to. except, instead of shying away, you push his hands lower, letting him squeeze and knead the plush curve of your ass while he thinks of all the ways this situation could go.

no. he had to stop letting that part of his brain get the best of him. you were sweet. fragile as could be with a heart made of gold. he couldn’t keep projecting his fantasies on you like this.

“…toji?” you mumble, wary of the silence between you two.

your boyfriend shakes his head with a huff, sending you to fetch the dustpan with a kiss and a pat on your ass.

he takes a freezing cold shower that night.

toji’s last straw comes only a day later.

you’re laid bare under him, making the sweetest sounds with your thighs on either side of his body. he knows you like it like this, getting fucked open on just his tip while he tells you what a sweet girl you are. how much he loves your body, the things you do to him.

except, you whisper something in the moment. two syllables, soft like powdered snow on a winter morning.

and toji must not be hearing you right because he thinks it sounds a lot like you just asked him to go harder.

“what’d you say, baby?” his voice cracks when he speaks. even the sheer possibility of you saying what you might’ve just said is enough to make him feel dizzy.

don’t do this to him.

don’t give him false hope.

“fuck me harder.” you whine, digging the balls of your feet into his lower back.“you’re always so gentle.”

toji couldn’t form a thought right now even if he tried.

he lets you pull him in closer, feeling the tip of his cock pop past the initial resistance of your heat before he’s seated inside of you.

all the way in.

“i-holy fuck- i thought you wanted gentle?”

“when did i ever say that?”

his vision starts dotting. black and inky around the edges. there was no way this was happening right now. he must’ve done something godly to deserve his deepest fantasy practically being served to him on a platter.

“… you want it hard?”

“god, cmon. do something.” you mutter, squeezing his shoulders like it’ll hotwire him back to reality. “slap me around a little, make it fun.”

right, fun. he can do fun.

toji ruts forward experimentally, snapping his hips against the backs of your thighs to gauge your reaction. he watches your expression shift as your body accommodates the sudden stretch.

you moan, long, sweet, and delicious drawn out. toji has to squeeze the base of his cock briefly to stop himself from blowing his load right then and there.

he starts to pound into you, bundling your wrists up in his hand and pressing them far above your head.

the look on your face is to die for.

“yeah? you want it like this?” he asks you, voice a little deeper than it was before. “want me to take you like this?”

you nod, throwing your head back in ecstasy as his tip pounds against that special spot nestled at your core. you’ve never felt him like this, every pulsing, searing hot inch somehow pressing up inside of you all at once. you loved this toji. craved this toji.

five thick fingers curl around the beginning of your throat. not squeezing, just resting.

“who knew you were such a-“ you gasp at a particularly hard thrust “—fucking perv.”

you’ve barely gotten the last word out before your head is wrenched to the side, stinging where his palm had met your cheek.

“fuck did you call me?” he asks you, squeezing your cheeks into a pout. you look up at him through pupils big enough to swallow the both of you whole. “what’d you say?”

“you’re a perv.” you tell him, voice stuttering every time his hips slap against your ass.

the hand around your neck squeezes at the sides, not hard enough to hurt, but just enough to give you that floaty lightheaded feeling.

toji can’t physically take his eyes off of your face, dick throbbing at the blissed out smile you give him.

he must be in heaven.

“i’m not the one who was being a fucking tease all week.” he grits. your head wrenches to the side again, this time your other cheek stings.

“and i’m definitely not the one who broke a vase so i’d get bent over a knee and punished for it.” he adds.

you flutter around him at that, and toji’s only goes harder.

he fists his head around the back of your head, bringing your face up to where his neck meets his shoulder. you know just what to do, biting down on the taught muscle there with a shaky groan.

“you think i’m stupid? you think i wouldn’t catch onto the game you were playing?”

he’s close. you both are, teetering on the edge of your orgasms like some sort of nasty show of brinksmanship.

you kiss up the sides of his throat, voice shaky as you whisper into his skin.

“at least i’m not a pussy who can’t own up to what i like.”

that’s exactly what sends toji over the edge, oddly enough. he practically crumples in on himself as his balls pulse, shooting hot ropes of cum into you like there’s no tomorrow.

he waits. one beat, two. shakes his head to clear his thoughts. then gets right back to fucking you. overstim be damned, toji was still hard as a rock.

“holy shit” you gasp, clawing at his shoulders as he fucks his seed back inside of you.

your boyfriend sucks his thumb into his mouth before bringing it down to toy with your clit, rubbing the nub back and forth.

“don’t worry about me baby.” he reassures you. “i can go all night.”

[softaestluv]

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley who keeps all his relationships casual.

You should be his dream, really, you two go at it for hours with no strings attached. Except everytime you hop up from his bed before he’s even gotten the chance to lay down next to you with his cum still in your cunt an ugly feeling settles in his chest.

When you moan another man’s name during sex and you think it’s funny laughing out an apology, but all he sees is red. Thinking of another man when he’s got his cock buried to the hilt in his your cunt.

When you ask him if the two of you can start using condoms because you’re sleeping with other men and he swears he draws blood from how harshly he digs his fingers into his palm.

When you see him at the bar with his arm around another girl and you just smile and give him a thumbs up like you’re happy he’s taking another girl home, but he almost knocks the guy out he sees you with.

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley who can’t seem to keep this relationship casual when you do it so well.

[dante-mightdie]

mundane things I think about John Price doing that get me unspeakably wet

undoing his belt

shifting his hips in his chair

rolling his sleeves up

shaving in the bathroom mirror with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist

adjusting his reading glasses up the bridge of his nose

taking a quick whiff of his scotch before he drinks it

putting his arm across the back of the passenger seat when he reverses his car

wiping his hands with a rag after doing household maintenance or working on his car

manspreading in his chair

[skyrigel]

simon swears it's something about you, he has never stopped the elevator for anyone—he would very much like his quiet, to be left alone. but then he sees you, running with a hand outstretched and he already wants to stand next to you.

he is wanting you come inside the small space, panting as you are, glowing under the hot white light.

“Thanks,” you grin, and he thinks, you have a nice mouth—which is weird—because simon doesn't particularly think much about mouths, or cheeks, or moles, and yet he is already thinking you have a nice face.

simon gazes back down at your lips and realises you are speaking to him.

“—damn so cool. I always wanted to get a tattoo myself.”

Oh yes, tattoos.

simon has many considering he is an tattoo artist himself, owns a studio with his friends. He wears a mask tuckin his nose and jaw, and his throat is covered in ink, the criss cross scar over his arms laced with small ones. some are dates—his ma's birthday, the day he found his dog: ghost, some are names and some are just things he likes here and there.

he clears his throat, “I...I do tattoo.”

if only the earth could swallow him. ‘I do tattoo’ how could he even say that? The tattoo ancestors would disown him. Make him choke on ink if they heard.

But you sparkled up, eyes very curious, “you made them yourself?!”

“some of em’ yes, where I can reach.” he speaks and founds himself speaking very gently—softening every word, and without even trying. everything is happening on its own, his fingers are digging inside his pockets to handover the business card. simon who has only once given it over to another person— except navy veteran, almost an year ago. he generally kept to doing the regulars and avoided new people at all cost.

“come over, anytime.” he says and means it very much. simon can almost imagine himself eyeing the reception, searching for you, wanting for you to show up, wanting for his hands to touch and see for himself. Is that mole raised or flat, he cannot tell from here...

Your fingers brush feathery against his, taking the black card and turning it over to read. the elevator opens and he realises it's time for you to go

“will I get discount too?” you are lingering, teasing or smiling, he could not tell, but what he could tell is how beautiful your eyes are. “since we live in the same building?”

simon does not live here, Johnny does, but he knows which floor he will be renting in as fast as he can.

“Ofcourse,” he says, his heart racing wild. “second number on da card, tis' mine.”

you are halfway outside, pausing to look at the card again, and say “simon riley.”

simon doesn't think there was a way his own name could sound so sweet to him. yes, he nods, the door closes. you are getting a hundred percent discount, simon thinks, and smiles to himself for a long time.

Years later, when you are tracing your own name sleepily next to his heart, he knows it was something about you.

[vetckkie]

girl get off that c.ai and embrace the 'x reader'

[eraserbread]

begging nanami to slap you <3

"please." you plead, hips circling gently, left eye twitching as his cock hits so deep that it makes you see and feel stars. it hurts so good — your body not used to sitting its full weight over nanami's length. he's pressing against your cervix, making it nearly impossible to gain the strength to actually ride him like you know you can.

still, that's not why you're begging. you don't care if he shows you mercy, but you just know that you need more. "hit me. slap me, please."

"what?" his voice is shot — deep and heavy in his throat as he licks over his lips in passing. his red-bloomed chest rises and falls with a vengeance, pink nipples shaded a deeper hue of red as your manicured claws dig and grasp at his hard pecs.

"mmm— i need it."

"no, you don't, and you sound crazy."

"noooooo," you let your head hang heavy between your shoulders, hair everywhere, and falling into your blurry gaze. his thick, strong hands are tight on your hips, digging bruising wells into the gathered flesh. it's as far as he'll go — the most pressure he's willing to give you. "just once. on the cheek."

"i would never," he bites like it's his final prayer, aiding you with a buck of his hips. his fingers dip deeper as they bear your weight, giving him just enough space to make you really feel it.

"please! b-but i'm begging,"

"absolutely not."

"it's the only way i can c—

"no, it's not. i'm not a fool,"

you finally break, tears slipping down your cheeks as he fucks into you with shallow thrusts. the room is hazed over in lust and sweat, but you're so close to your peak, yet so far. he can go on and on like this — never losing stamina, waiting until you come undone before he even has the nerve to think about his own release.

only, something is different this time. your touch is strong and sure of itself, eyes screwed shut as you try to hold back. you can't for much longer, and he can see as much.

with one final, broken plea, you turn fists in his skin, bearing your teeth as you seethe down at him. "fucking hit me."

"is this what you want?" finally, he's giving in — his eyes crazed and bloodshot as his thrusts grow mean, almost like he's punishing you with his animalistic need. the sound of skin slapping skin is deadly and heated, bouncing off the walls and the ceiling before making its way back to you. every breath is measured and shaking, every gaze on fire as your wet cunt closes in on him, shuddering dangerously, squeezing around him like you never want him to leave.

"giveittome," it's all one word — jumbled and messy, sticking to your lips like dripping honey. it's a stare-off, one that you two would never speak of again, yet dream of every single night. "what? are you not man enough?"

he doesn't speak — not that it would give you a further clue to his state of mind. nanami never lets himself get too worked up when you poke his nerve, but something about this sensation... you're squeezing down on his cock, naked skin a sea of wonder as your breasts rise and fall in heated breaths.

he reaches up from his hold on your waist, veiny hand snaking around your neck where he presses just slightly. "I think you know the answer to that," he bites, heart racing as he slaps an open palm across your cheek, sending your head to the side against the surprisingly heavy force.

the pain is searing and its immediate, making your cunt flutter something mean against him — clamping down so hard that he can't move without drawing a painful breath.

"yeah? mhm, like that?" he grunts, shoving two fingers in your cheek to yank your head back to where he can see your dripping, wrecked gaze. with a pop, they withdraw, and dripping with your own spit, he slaps you again, across the same tingling cheek, biting his lip when your back arches and vision whites out.

he watches you cum like that, harder than you ever have before, and wonders.... why didn't he do this sooner?

[7haze]

nanami holding back on us for what

[sixxels-deactivated20260420-dea]

fratboy!nanami who constantly gets overlooked by his frat brothers. so, he fucks the girl everyone wants to prove he's more than just a square ˙⋆✮ smut, exobitionism (?)

fratboy!nanami was, for lack of better terms, a stickler. there was a reason he was the vice president of phi delta theta after all. he was astute, well mannered, harsh when needed, and overall a very well put together man. but, vicing a rowdy president like gojo left little time to himself where he wasn’t cleaning up a mess satoru had made.

as a result, the blonde had little to no time to fully engage in the... college experience. 

kento wasn’t bothered by this fact, to be honest, he liked the work that came with the frat. he was well respected, had a purpose, and had a certain amount of control in his environment, exactly how he liked it. 

but, on nights where his brothers would get on the piss and become a little too bold, the incessant teasing would begin. 

toji had kicked it off this time, “ken, when th’ fuck are you gonna get laid?” the inquiry caused an onslaught of laughter and consistent goading. 

“yeah, maybe some pussy’d help with that stick up yr’ ass,” sukuna huffed out, taking a hit of the cone circling round’ the room. 

“leave him aloneee,” gojo added on, flopping down onto the couch and swinging an arm over nanami’s bulky shoulders, “let the poor man be celibate, he’s got other shit to worry about.” 

“yeah? like all the fuck-ups you cause for everyone else when you’re on one of your little power trips?” suguru piped up. 

“shut up.” the blue-eyed freak spat back. 

nanami would just roll those pretty hazel eyes and take a swig of his drink, telling them all to fuck off before ignoring any further digs. 

he wasn’t a virgin or anything, like i said, he was just busy. he’d had a fair few girls before he sold his soul to the house, it’d just been a while! that’s all. he told himself he didn’t give a shit, but then the boys did it again. and again, and again, and again. 

after around the sixth time, the man had enough. 

he was gonna get laid alright, and he was gonna leave a lasting impression on all of his fuckwit friends. 

kento had the perfect plan cooking up in his head. out of everyone on campus, he knew there was only one person he could ask to carry said plan out with, and that was you. 

you were very well known among the frats. not for being a notorious slut or anything, no way, the complete opposite actually. you were hot shit, on track for an equitable future, the embodiment of look but don’t touch, a certified man-hating pillar. you never gave any guy the time of day, always choosing to hang with your friends at parties rather than give a male the satisfaction of your company. 

you had one exception, though. and that was nanami. 

he was your partner in one of your classes last year and he treated you with nothing less than respect. not once did he try to flirt or play around like most guys did, he just kept his head down, made normal conversation, and used his manners. 

god, why couldn’t all guys be like nanami? 

it wasn't much of a secret that you’d formed a little crush on the man, and if you weren’t mistaken, you’d say he liked you too after all the flirty conversation you’d exchanged since the project.  but then again, the whole 'busy' thing. a little annoying that the first guy you’d had a proper crush on was always too busy being big and important at his frat, but you could deal with it. 

nanami was worth it. 

anyway, long story short, he was the only guy who had the privilege of being in your contact list on campus, and that warranted a lot of back-and-forth conversation. 

nanami smiled at the last chat you’d had about hating gojo, then sent the message that would start everything off. 

kento [7:38pm] evening, [name]. i hope you’re doing well. 

kento [7:38pm] i was wondering if we could meet up and talk sometime soon? 

you [7:42pm] kento! 

you [7:42pm] hiii :) 

you [7:42pm] ofc, tell me when and where and i’m there 

kento [7:45pm] perfect, does right now and my room sound okay? i’m sorry, i know it’s such short notice. 

you [7:45pm] mhmmm that’s fine 

you [7:45pm] omw! 

now it wasn’t like kento was using you, no chance in hell. this wasn’t a one-sided scheme, he too had had a crush on you for quite some time and he knew you liked him as well. in fact, the two of you had frequently spoken about how your joint lack of sex weighed heavier on the both of you than you’d liked to admit. 

“y’know, ken. if you ever wanted to indulge, i'd be happy to help.” 

“how generous, most men would kill to hear you say that,” 

“what can i say, you’re pretty special to me.” 

“we’ll see, angel.” 

well, this was him seeing. 

~ 

“ken, y’ in there?” nanami heard drift from the other side of his door, followed by three short knocks. 

he instantly shot up, straightened out his shirt, then strolled up and opened his heavy wooden door. 

“evening, glad you could make it.” he smiles softly, taking all of you in with lidded eyes. 

“anything for you.” you teased half heartedly, oblivious to the effect that little quirk had on his now throbbing cock. 

he closes the door behind you, then ushers you to sit beside him on his bed. 

“well, don’t you look lovely. i hope the guys didn’t give you too much trouble on the way up here? i should have met you downstairs, my bad.” 

taking a loose thread from your shirt and twirling it around your finger, you smile and reply fondly. “they weren’t too bad. just told them we needed to study and they left me alone. and it’s no issue, i was the early one.” 

nanami smiled at your unusually formal reply. very different from your regular laid back demeanour, he could tell you were a little nervous. 

“you’re probably wondering why i asked you over so late?” 

“mhm, what's that about? y' need something?” 

yeah, you. 

he shook his head and turned to face you completely. “you remember that talk we had last summer? how we chatted about—” 

“—about our sex lives? or... lack thereof.” 

he's taken aback at how readily that slipped from your lips, like you were just waiting for this to come up.

“yes, well... exactly.” he clears his throat and curls his pointer finger around your pinky that lays rested against his bed sheets, sending a flush of heat to both your face and lower stomach. 

“now, what i'm about to ask is going to sound terribly douchey, but i'd like if you were to hear me out...” he looks up at you to see you nodding along with an intrigued little glint behind your eyes. “the guy’s have been especially irritating as of late about how little action i get, and it’s getting on my nerves.”

he sighs in pure embarrassment from how horrible this was about to come off, “i was wondering if you’d be open to—” 

“yes!” 

nanami looks a little shocked at how you cut him off once again, staring at you with an air of surprise. 

“i mean, yes.” you say a tad calmer. “yes, i wanna do it, with you... now.” 

the once stoic man finds it hard to suppress his enjoyment and lets go of a soft laugh. 

“eager, i see.” 

“you could say that.” 

well, that was easy.

“so, you don’t mind if i...” his hand slips up your arm, pulling you closer to his body with a low, sly smirk. seeing him in this light did nothing to aid the coil tightening in the pit of your stomach, and you nod feverishly. 

“please...” 

the reaction is instant, he leans in and gently takes your lips in a deep, slow kiss. nanami allows you to set the speed, starting out nice and slow, but for you that wasn't enough, you’d spent too long needing this man for this to be anything but fast-paced and passionate. 

you bite at his bottom lip as you slip into his lap, earning a guttural moan deep from the man’s throat. both his thick thighs and iron grip on your waist made for a nice seat as you begin to rock your hips back and forth against his hard, clothed cock. your tongues dance together as he keeps one hand on your waist and the other on the back of your head, guiding your face towards him as he desperately deepens the kiss. 

you pull away for air then drag your hand up his shirt, feeling his firm chest and solid stomach. “you’re built...” 

“surprised?” he quirks a brow, running his hands up and down your sides purposefully. 

“guess not... i wanna see.” you gently tug the bottom of the shirt then reach for the hem and pull it over his head. rippling abs and lines of thick muscles come into view, and you hold your breath in astonishment at the sheer amount of muscle mass. you’re completely awestruck at his build, his reddening chest rising and falling heavily as he struggles against his arousal. his entire torso was covered in a light sheen of sweat and his abs twitch as you follow the center crevice down. 

“you’re so hot, my god...” you breathe, any other guy would solicit no more than an impressed nod. but nanami? his ego deserved to be stroked. 

“thank you, angel.” he grins. “now let’s get these off.” he slips one hand beneath the waistband of your shorts, tugging you higher on his lap with the other arm to create enough room for him to yank them off. with one less layer of fabric, the pressure of his dick now felt all but too much to handle as he continued to explore your mouth with his tongue. your previous grinding movements started to slow from the new intensity, you were scared you’d finish right then if you were to keep going. but just then, nanami pulls away for a second, his hands now on your hips as he manually begins to pull you down harder. 

“keep grinding, baby. you can do it.” 

he's acting all smooth and suave, but deep down? he’s beside himself that he managed to capture your attention. out of all the men thirsting over you, you’d chosen him. he wasn’t particularly flashy or especially funny, yet you’d decided to entertain him when so many others would kill to be in his position. 

by now you’re letting the filthiest of sounds pour from your lips into his open mouth as your clothed clit bumps against his concealed cock over and over again. you try your best to conceal your sounds, but he pulls back to tease you a little, his cheeks flushed red as he smiles. “don’t hide those pretty whines, baby. i want them to hear.” 

he then hoists you up, flips you over, and climbs over you, pinning your arms over your head as he overtakes your lips. as he grinds, you free a hand, but he catches it and guides it to the front of his jeans, placing your fingers against his fastened belt. “go on, sweetheart.” 

between breathless kisses you undo the leather and slide it out and onto the floor. you take your time teasing and unzipping his jeans and he moans lowly when your hand curls around his semi-freed cock, gently smoothing over his boxers. 

“fuck, that feels s’ good.” he slurs, latching onto your neck and rocking his hips up and into the palm of your hand. 

you bite your lip as he begins to litter hickeys over your neck, you slip your fingers into his underwear and cup your hand over the shaft, stroking up and down before pressing your thumb into his dripping tip. he whimpered against your lips, cock twitching and hips jerking uncontrollably. 

he makes sure to make a show of it. there was no movie playing downstairs, nor were the speakers blasting bad rap, so the house was perfectly in order to be subjected to both his, and your thirsty sounds. 

he'd make sure every one of those assholes could get a good idea of just how much he could get if he really wanted. 

nanami grabs your wrist, panting heavily. leaning his head against your shoulder, he places soft kisses on your neck, working up to your ear before tugging your shirt off along with your pretty, red, lacy bra. 

fuck, he’d never been harder than he was right now, you really had it over him. 

“a matching set, hm? you hoped tonight would end up like this?” 

you flush, embarrassed that he’d caught on to your presumption of this happening. “a little...” 

“what a naughty thing.” he laughs. “i’ll show you just how thankful i am to you, baby. you deserve to be treated like an angel.” he unclips the bra, then cups one of your breasts and squeezes gently, huffing out an appreciative sigh as he dips down to take the nipple into his mouth. 

“fuck—!” you whine, your own hips jerking and grinding up into nothing at the delicious sensation. 

he rolls the soft bud between his teeth softly, then two thick fingers trail down your stomach and into your panties, tugging them off before rubbing your clit in circular movements, dj-ing the bundle of nerves until you’re whining and writhing beneath him like a woman possessed. 

“ken—! fuck, i can’t, i can’t! fuck, i need you!” 

pulling off with a ‘pop!’, he grins at your now bare body, slipping his fingers between your soaked folds before tugging off his boxers and freeing the monster of a cock you’d only felt up until now. he pumps the shaft a few times before slapping the tip against your clit. 

you lay there, entranced. “oh my... you’re fucking massive.” 

“yeah?” he grins, letting go and cupping your face tenderly. “think you can take it, baby?” he asks genuinely, searching your eyes for any sense of hesitation. “we can stop at any point, okay? just tap me three times and i'll stop, promise.” 

you only gulp in reply, staring at the thing nervously before opening up your legs fully, your sweet spot on full display for him. 

“be gentle...” 

“of course, love.” 

with one arm beside your head and the other on his cock, the muscular man lines up, then pushes slowly into your sopping cunt with a, “fuuuckk.” 

you huff out a whine, squeezing your eyes shut, trying your best to accommodate for his big size. 

“holy shit! ken— i— fuck—” you’re already a blabbering mess and he’s not even halfway in, adorable, really. 

kento smiles as he draws such pretty noises from your throat, thrusting in a little faster to see just how loud he can make you scream. 

“kento! you're so fucking big, shit!” 

he hopes everyone hears that. 

“almost there, honey. keep your hips still, i'm almost— fuck!—” with one final pull, he’s bottomed out, your stomach bulging from his size. 

“god, ken! move, please move. need you.” you groan, gripping the sheets with balled fists, in complete and utter ecstasy from the full feeling, 

he listens, rocking his hips back and forth. he goes tantalisingly slow at first, then speeds up as your whines grow desperate, 

“more, please, go faster ken!” 

he pounds into you relentlessly. sure, it’d been a while since he’d done this, but he couldn’t let himself be anything less than perfect for you, because in his eyes, you were perfection. 

with each thrust he’s drawing you closer and closer, each dirty word coiling you up tighter and tighter, until finally, 

“o-oh! kento, i think m’ gonna— i think i'm gonna—” 

and with one final thrust, you’ve come undone all over the man’s cock. he rocks into you a few times with nasty grunts before coming himself, thick ropes of seed painting your insides, the warmth sending your brain into overdrive. 

he keeps still for a good while after it all, panting heavily with his weight pressed over you, his forehead dipped down near your collarbone. 

his thumbs drag over your waist gently as you both calm, huffing and shaking with pleasure. 

“shit,” he whispers into your ear, “you were fucking amazing.” he laughs, tired. 

you let out this small, stupid laugh, “so were you, kento.” 

he smiles and brushes a soft kiss to your temple before finally pushing himself up, “you all good?” he asks gently. 

you nod, then realise how intently he'd looking at you, waiting for an answer. “m’ good. really good.” you grin. 

that gets another one of those small smiles. “good, let me clean you up, angel.” 

he disappears off the bed for a second, grabbing something from his drawer, then comes back with a warm, damp cloth. “open your legs f’ me.” you obey and he wipes away the mess he’d left behind tenderly. to think, the same guy who had you pinned down on his cock just minutes ago, now taking his time making sure you’re clean and comfortable 

“ken,” you say, softer now. 

“hm?” 

“that was… really nice.” 

he stills for half a second, then resumes. “yeah?” 

“yeah.” 

he glances up at you then, eyes searching your face like he’s trying to figure out if you’re just saying it, but you’re not. 

“i was worried this’d be…” he trails off, “i dunno.” 

“what, bad?” you snort. 

“no,” he says quickly, “just… not this.” 

you tilt your head. “you mean not… us?” 

he doesn’t answer, he finishes what he’s doing, sets the cloth aside, then leans back on his hands looking at you. 

“i guess so, yeah,” he admits. “wasn’t sure you’d even say yes.” 

“yeah, well... i liked it being us. and i’d like it to be us again, if you catch my drift.” 

“me too,” he smiles, kissing your forehead once more. 

you scoot closer to the man and rest your head against his arm. “we could’ve done that ages ago.” 

he lets out something between a laugh and a sigh. “i know, and i wish we did.” 

“we’re so dumb.” 

“mhm.” 

you smile, nudging him. “you like me.” you tease. 

he looks down at you, then away with a flush on his cheek. 

“and you like me.” he replies. 

“i do.” 

“so what now?” he asks, looking down at you with curious eyes. 

“well... i like you, and you like me... normally this is where people start seeing each other.” 

“well, i’d love to start ‘seeing’ you, [name].” 

your brow quirks. “yeah?” 

“i mean it,” he says, more serious now. “this isn’t just me proving something to those assholes. i really like you, sweetheart.” 

you blush gently, then reply, “good. because i really like you too, i’d be a little pissed if this was just to get back at them.” 

“two things can exist at once.” his hand finds yours, fingers intertwining together. 

after a good two hours of talking about what this meant for the two of you, nanami dressed you, fed you, and walked you to your car outside the frat at around 2am. 

“text me when you get home,” he says. 

“yes, dad.” 

“i’m serious.” 

“i know,” you grin. “i will.” 

you lean in and plant a quick kiss to his cheek, then slip into your car. 

~ 

the next morning, nanami’s standing in the kitchen making avocado toast with a big old smile on his usually stoic face. 

as he’s spreading the avo across the bread, one by one, his frat brothers trudge down the stairs. they yawn and stretch as they stalk towards the kitchen. 

“morning,” nanami calls over his shoulder. 

no one really answers him properly, so he glances over his shoulder. 

gojo, suguru, toji, sukuna. they’re all just standing there, looking at him like they’ve seen a ghost. a tall, muscular, post-sex glow ghost. 

he furrows his brows in faux confusion. “what?” 

gojo’s the first to break. “so...” 

nanami sighs. “so?..” 

“did you—” suguru starts, then cuts himself off, “did you... and [name]… like, fuck?” 

nanami turns back to his toast and cuts off his crusts. “yes.” 

... 

toji lets out a low whistle. “no way.” 

“way,” nanami replies dryly. 

sukuna leans against the counter. “you’re serious?” 

“i don’t make a habit of lying.” 

the men are still awkwardly quiet, then gojo steps forward, grin creeping back onto his face, but for once, this time, it’s not mocking. 

“y’ sounded pretty passionate last night. real cozy, you guys a thing now?” 

“yep.” 

toji walks up and claps him on the shoulder. “didn’t think you had it in you.” 

“clearly,” nanami mutters. 

suguru smirks. “she’s hot as hell, man.” 

nanami doesn’t respond to that, just takes a sip of his black coffee. 

sukuna gives a short nod. “you're real lucky.” 

“i know.” 

and there it is. silence. no digs at his lacking sex life, no jokes about his dry dick, and no incessant teasing. 

god, is this heaven? 

gojo stands by nanami’s side, then sticks his hand out. “good job, man.” 

nanami looks at it for a second, then takes it. 

one by one, they follow with quick daps and nods of approval, like some unspoken ‘bully the fuck out of nanami’ rule just got rewritten. 

and then they’re moving on, grabbing food, talking about anything else and finally leaving him alone at the counter. 

nanami exhales slowly, staring down at his plate. 

bliss. no more comments, no more pressure, absolutely nothing left for them to hold over him. 

and yet, that’s not even the best part. 

he reaches for his phone, smiling fondly as he types you out a message. 

kento [8:12am] good morning, angel. did you have a nice sleep? 

you [8:12am] best sleep of my life.

kento [8:12am] i'm glad. could i come over tonight?

A/N was motivated to write this req for wifey @fricks, and co-creators @blu-goingdark and @/kiwiladylaurence (silly girl won't give me her @) helped me with an idea uwu so sugoii

© 2026 sixxels. All work belongs to @sixxels Do NOT repost, modify, translate to another language, or plagiarise in any way on ANY platform.

[kissunarin]

「✦ i think frat!kuna would be the type of boyfriend who would ALWAYS say "give me a kiss" or "give me a hug" everytime time out of nowhere, like:

he’s sprawled on his bed as you get ready for class, just watching you while you apply lip gloss at the flip-top vanity desk in his room (that he absolutely bought for you even if he denies it) and then—“babe, c’mere. give me a kiss.", you roll your eyes because you just applied your gloss and blah blah, but you still go to him anyway, pressing a soft kiss to his lips and he sighs, tangling a hand in your hair as he deepens the kiss. you never make it to class.

or—

you’re meeting halfway across campus to grab lunch, and as you wave at him, he just opens his arms slightly, the words already on his tongue—“give me a hug.”, you smile and throw yourself into him, and he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close. he presses a kiss to your temple before slinging an arm around your shoulders, asking about your day in that deep, gravelly voice of his. ✦」

more of this here.

[kissunarin]

fratboy!sukuna asking for kisses and hugs

+18. mdni. fem!reader. college au. fluff, smut. based on this post.

a/n. thank u so much for 2k followers! here's a little gift, I hope y'all like it <33

he does it so often it’s muscle memory at this point.

you could be on your way out of his room for your lecture—car keys in hand, already halfway to the hallway—when his voice cuts across his room where he is seated in front of his pc. he says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“give me a kiss before you go.”

not can i get.

not come here.

just like you forgot something essential. like walking out without your phone. or without kissing him…right now.

you sigh, already turning around.

he doesn’t even look up from his screen until you’re right there, tilting your face up, and then he leans in—quick, satisfied—like there, that’s better. now you can leave.

he smirks, gaze turning back to his game. “i’ll pick you up later to grab lunch.”

you roll your eyes despite the thrumming of your heart as you walk out of his room. 

you’re on the couch of his family home, legs tucked under you while you scroll on your phone, the tv playing something you’re not watching.

he drops beside you with a heavy thud, the entire cushion dipping toward him so you naturally slide into his side with one arm immediately hooking around your shoulders, dragging you into his side.

“c’mere, gorgeous,” he mutters, already pulling you against his chest. “give me a hug.”

“you’re literally already hugging me.”

“yeah,” he says, squeezing tighter anyway. “but you need to put your arms around me too.”

you giggle, hands sliding across his back as he sinks on the couch with you, going limp against you, letting out a long, grounded exhale like you’re a human weighted blanket.

you’re in the frat kitchen when he’s passing through on his way to grab a drink as you cook ramen for movie night, his movements lazy and loose-limbed. he pauses, opening the cap of his drink as he looks at you, eyes stopping on your cherry tainted lips. then holds eye contact.

“…kiss.”

you scoff, arching a brow. “that wasn’t even a sentence, ‘kuna.”

he waits, shrugging one shoulder as if to say the words are irrelevant because the outcome is inevitable because you end up leaning over the counter to peck his mouth.

“good,” he nods, the corners of his lips tugging up, like you just completed a task correctly, and keeps walking.

you watch him dumbfounded, not knowing whether you want to kiss him again or smack him across the face.

you’ve barely made it out of his room after a heated makeout session—your lips swollen, brain still foggy and very much late for your morning lecture—when he catches your wrist before you can escape.

he’s still sitting on the edge of the bed, looking completely unbothered by the chaos of your schedule.

“hey,” he rasps, tugging your arm just enough to throw you off balance and back toward him

“what?”

“kiss.”

he says it with a flat, monotone delivery, but his gaze drops to your mouth, heavy and dark and you know that what he is thinking is anything but flat.

“you just—”

“kiss.”

and you do it again, because apparently that’s your life now.

you barge into his room, door wide open as you hold a paper above your head, the biggest grin on your face. sukuna doesn’t even blink at the thudding of his door against the wall. 

“i did it! i passed the last interview for my internship!” you exclaimed, excitement and happiness dripping from your voice. 

sukuna is already on his feet, arms open as he kisses you briefly, nose brushing as you bounce on your toes, unable to contain your joy.

“congratulations, baby. i knew you would kill it,” he says like it was obvious, a grin on his own on his face as his hands settle on your waist. “give me a hug.”

and you hug him, tight and full of enthusiasm while you ramble his ear off about the place you will be making your internship, how it would look on your resume and so on.

he just hums, face already nuzzling your hair, pressing a tiny peck on your hairline, arms holding you tight against him. 

you’re both in his room, supposedly studying together but you are the only one actually trying to do work.

sukuna is…present. yeah. that’s about it.

you’re halfway through reading a paragraph when his foot nudges yours under the desk but you ultimately decide to ignore it. he nudges again, harder this time.

you keep reading, starting again because he distracted you from reading your notes when the chair beside you creaks as he shifts.

“…give me a hug.” his voice says that he is demanding rather than asking but you are too busy with the words in front of you to care.

you don’t look up, highlighting a sentence on your notebook. “i’m studying.”

“so am i.”

“you’re on your phone.”

“i’m studying you.”

you finally glance over, unimpressed, blinking slowly at the sight in front of you.

he’s already got one arm lifted expectantly, eyebrows raised like well?

you stare at him for three whole seconds before scooting your chair over so he can wrap himself around you from the side.

he hums satisfied, using your shoulder as a chin rest while he goes back to scrolling his phone and you just sigh, eyes going back to your notes, unconsciously leaning your head against his because you are just as needy of affection as him.

thirty seconds later—

“…kiss.”

you know there is no way back from this habit when he does it mid argument.

you’re mad. like—actually mad. so mad that sukuna actually shuts his smart mouth as he looks at you —arms crossed, pacing his room while he sits on the edge of the bed as you rant about something he definitely did.

“and another thing—”

“kiss.”

you freeze mid step, fingers twitching against your arms.

“…what?”

“kiss,” he says again, like it’s going to fix the fact that he forgot your anniversary dinner or ate the last of your snacks or whatever crime he committed this time. whatever.

“i’m literally yelling at you right now.”

he furrows his eyebrows. “and?”

“i’m mad at you, sukuna!”

he shrugs because what has that to do with him having a kiss? “…still. kiss.”

you stare at him in disbelief when he pats his thigh once, like he’s calling over a cat.

you hate that it works. you hate that you march over anyway. you hate that the second your lips touch his he grabs the back of your neck and pulls you closer. 

and you hate even more that when you pull back, he looks smug.

“there,” he mumbles, pecking your lips once for good measure. “you feel better.”

“i don’t.”

“…hug?”

and definitely his favorite time to ask for a kiss is this. 

his tongue is lapping at your folds, thoroughly gathering your sweet juices and spreading them along your slick pussy, suckling at your clit when he feels your thighs tremble around his head. 

he looks at you from under his eyelashes, fingers playing with your nipples as your twitch below him. he knows you are near. 

“kuna—please! i’m close.” you moan sweetly, head thrown back as you push him back to you, grinding against his face and he smirks, loving seeing you this needy. 

he complies, pressing his tongue flat and starting to messily make out with your pussy, slurping, sucking and completely smitten with every sound you make.

when you come, he cleans you up until you are practically dry, kissing your thighs.

he looms over you, bracing his weight on his forearms, trapping you between his chest and the mattress and he looks down at you with that insufferable, heavy-lidded smirk, his thumb reaching out to trace your lower lip, dragging a bit of your own moisture across your skin.

“give me a kiss, baby,” he rumbles, his voice dropping into that low, scratchy register that vibrates straight through your chest. “taste yourself on me.”

“you’re obsessed with telling me what to do,” you whisper, though you’re already tilting your head back, your heart doing that familiar, frantic thrum against your ribs.

“yeah,” he mutters, leaning down until his nose brushes against yours, his breath hot against your lips. “and you’re compliant. now, kiss.”

and just like always, you find yourself reaching up, pulling his head down to close the gap, tasting the salt and the sweetness of yourself on his tongue as he hums into the kiss, sounding thoroughly, smugly satisfied.

there is nothing better than this.

[ilylovelyz]

simon doing manly things or whatever.

working up a sweat hurling furniture around your room on your whim. you tell him to inch that heavy dresser back so he does, with a light grunt that sends a shiver down your core.

you need him to fix your car, you don't know what is wrong with it, but the engine keeps stuttering or whatever so simon bends over at the hip, looking closely in the hood of your car. his ass is fat, tight in his jeans. so you swat at it of course, and simon doesn't even bat an eye.

when he's dripping with sweat after sparring with one of the men, he'll come over to his little spectator, his personal cheerleader— you. you lick your lips at the drop that runs down his neck, to his collarbones, inticing you to lick and bite. "you wanna go get a bite, lovie?" he'll say, bicep stretching as he wipes the sweat off his brow.

he raises an eyebrow when you only stare like you're hypnotized, a weak "yeah.." is all you reply with but he doesn't mind, just grabs you by the waist and pushes you close to him so he can plant a chaste kiss onto your hairline.

[an9els]

𝜗𝜚 play fighting with your bf gets a little too heated when he realizes you love being pinned ><

( mdni. cw: size kink, strength kink, dry humping, finger sucking, praise + teasing, light dom!gojo )

you really should’ve known better than to challenge him.

you were on the living room floor— socks half off, shirt tugged crooked from where he yanked it mid-scuffle, hair all messy from being dragged into several ungraceful positions— and your overly powerful menace of a boyfriend was straddling your thighs, arms crossed, smirking down at you like he hadn’t just been caught dry humping you during what was supposed to be innocent wrestling.

“get. off. me,” you grumble, eyes narrowing as you shift under his weight. gojo just raises an eyebrow.

“make me.”

you glare harder. “satoru—”

he shrugs innocently, white hair flopping into his face. “you told me not to go easy on you. this is me being nice, baby. if i was actually using my full strength, you’d be a pretty little pancake right now.”

“you’re still going easy on me!” you snap, squirming. “you’ve been holding back this whole time—!”

“duh,” he snorts, effortlessly pinning your wrists above your head with one hand. “you want me to fold you like a pretzel? because i can.”

you groan, rolling your eyes. “god, you’re so annoying—”

he leans down, voice low and amused, lips brushing your ear. “and you’re the one who started all this. rolling around in those tiny ass shorts, trying to take me down like you’re not just a cute little flyweight. do you want to get dominated, baby?”

your breath stutters. “you’re so—”

and then you feel it.

you freeze.

you look down.

and there it is— his rock-hard dick pressing against you through his sweats, twitching right up against your core.

“…are you hard?”

his grin is so smug you want to punch him. or maybe kiss him. it’s a fine line these days.

“maybe,” he drawls, grinding down just a little. “kinda your fault, sweetheart. you’ve been all over me for fifteen minutes. straddling my lap. squealing when i flipped you over. moaning—”

“i did not moan.”

he laughs. “you definitely did. you sounded so cute.”

“you’re sick.”

“and you’re wet.”

your cheeks burn. “shut up—”

“nah,” he hums, grinding again, this time slower, firmer, pressing his cock right between your thighs. “you feel that? that heat? mmh, such a dirty girl. bet if i slid my fingers under those little shorts, i’d find you soaked.”

you hate how right he is. you hate how breathless you sound when you try to argue. “that’s because you’re rubbing all up on me—!”

“you said don’t go easy.”

“that didn’t mean this! you’re cheating!”

“baby,” he chuckles darkly, lowering his voice. “i’m not even using my full strength yet.”

you squirm harder, but your hips betray you, rolling up to meet the friction, chasing the pressure of his dick against your clothed pussy. gojo watches, gaze flickering between your eyes and your lips and the slow, lazy rut of your hips.

“so needy,” he mutters. “grinding up on me like a lil bunny. you like it when i pin you like this, huh?”

you whimper, just a little. “‘toru…”

“mm?” he leans closer, mouthing at your neck, dragging his teeth along your skin. “say it. say you love how strong i am. say you love when i manhandle you.”

you shiver. “i love it.”

his hand trails down, tugging your shorts aside so he can press his fingers right over your soaked panties. “fuck,” he breathes, “you’re drenched.”

and that’s when the dry humping turns dangerous.

he presses his hips down, cock grinding hard against you in slow, steady rolls as his fingers keep teasing you over the fabric. you cling to his shoulders, nails digging in, whimpering at the friction, the way it’s not enough but almost too much at the same time.

“you gonna cum just like this, pretty girl?” he coos, voice all mock sympathy. “just from rubbing on your boyfriend’s cock like a desperate little slut?”

you gasp his name, bucking up against him.

he grins wickedly, pulls your hand up to his mouth, and sucks two of your fingers between his lips. messy. loud. obscene.

“mmph,” he moans, eyes fluttering half-shut as he sucks. “think i’m gonna fuck you into the damn carpet.”

“we’re literally in the middle of the floor,” you pant, dazed.

“you think i care?” he mumbles around your fingers. “i’ll fuck you on the ceiling if you ask nicely.”

you’re too far gone to argue.

not long after, the clothes start coming off. your shorts get tossed across the room. his sweats drop to his thighs. your panties are peeled off like wrapping paper. gojo wastes no time dragging the fat head of his cock through your slick folds, pausing to slap it against your clit just to hear you whine.

“told you i wasn’t going easy,” he grins, lining up with your entrance. “and you still haven’t gotten me off you.”

“maybe i don’t wanna anymore.”

he smirks. “smart girl.”

[ one hour later… ]

you’re both sprawled across the carpet, hair wild, skin sweaty, breathing shallow. your thighs are shaking. his dick is twitching. there’s an open bottle of gatorade rolling somewhere under the couch from when you tried to hydrate mid-round three.

“you broke me,” you mumble.

“you broke yourself,” gojo grins, kissing your cheek. “this was all your idea.”

“you’re never allowed to ‘not go easy’ on me again.”

“mmm, but you loved it.”

“no i didn’t.”

“you literally came on my dick and bit my shoulder.”

“…shut up.”

he just laughs and throws his arm around you, tugging you into his chest.

“…wanna go again?” he mumbles, nuzzling your temple.

“only if you carry me to the bed this time.”

he grins.

“deal.”

[melissax777]

i better be the cutest pervert in your phone <3

[kamiflix]

▶︎︎︎︎︎︎ Someone Else? (starring . various jjk men)

synopsis . What happens when they find out you have a friend that’s a little too comfortable with you. pairings (separate) . Choso x f!reader, Nanami x f!reader, Toji x f!reader, Gojo x f!reader. content . afab!reader, possessiveness, toxic men, rough sex, reader is oblivious to someone flirting with her, praise, overstim, degrading, non-curse au, dirty talk, filth, they’re all pretty mean & grumpy, slight edging, mention(s) of squirting, spitting, etc.

word count . 7.8k || author's note: this is a repost from kamitv, so if it looks familiar that's why (also the writing in this is like 2 years old). banner art from “hachisuka’s family kotoribako”

☆ Choso Kamo

“Mine, mine, mine, mine,” Is just about all Choso could grunt against your lips as he fucked you down into the mattress. “You understand that, no? All this belongs t'me, princess.”

Panting heavily, nails scraping at his back, pussy stuffed full of cum that was dripping out and down onto the bed so messily—Choso had you ruined all because he found out you had some guy friend who may have flirted with you today.

“Answer me, c'mon,” Choso groans. His lips are right against yours, cock buried inches deep into your cunt as your legs remained sprawled out for him.

“Y-Yes, Choso-, fuck!” You moan into the air, eyes watering at how rough your husband was being with you.

His head tipped to the side, “Who the hell did that guy think he was, huh? Flirting with you like you’re not my goddamn wife.”

“Choso, p-please—”

“Please what?” He growls, voice just as rough as his thrusts were with you, “Told’ you I didn’t like that guy months ago.”

Your jaw simply hangs open, eyes hardly on your lover above you, “M’sorry.”

Choso scoffs, “I know you are. You should be.” He huffs as his balls slap against your skin with each thrust.

Panting, you gasp out his name, “Choso…” You utter just as a big pout pulls at your lower lip, eyes doe-like as you gaze up at the man.

He cocks his head to the side and his eyes narrow at you, his dick twitching wildly inside you, “Don’t fuckin’ pouttt,” He coos, “Y’let that guy hug you like that today ‘nd you thought I was gonna be okay with that?”

You shake your head and a whine slips out, “N-No, but-“

“Shut up. I wasn’t done talkin’.” Choso cuts off meanly, rolling his eyes afterward, “Months I’ve been tellin’ you to distance yourself from him and yet here we are...” His body presses into yours and you whimper, feeling his hands grip your thighs tight enough to leave marks.

“Choso.” You call out, as if that’ll give you a second to escape him.

He holds back a whine that nearly escapes his throat due to how pretty you looked beneath him. Even upset with you, his cock pulsed and throbbed inside you by the mere sight of you whimpering below him.

“Fuck, I love you baby but damn,” He almost smiles at you, “I thought we talked about this?”

You take a deep breath, “W-We did, I just-“

Choso’s cock hits in deep, pelvis smacking against you constantly, “If you make another excuse for him m’gonna stop,” He tells you, hips slowing for only a second.

“N-No. Don’t stop, please.” You beg before moving your arms to wrap tighter around his neck and tug him closer.

“Mmmh,” He pouts to mock you but can’t deny the fact that the way you tugged him closer to you has his mind growing hazy for a second, “Don’t stop?” Choso asks.

He continues to slow down anyway, not yet coming to a halt but thrusts turning languid and listening to how your pussy messily slicks up his skin.

“Please, Cho, m-m’close.” You whisper, eyes silently begging him.

“Are you?” Choso questions, voice deeper than ever as he smirks, “Y’gonna cum f’me again? Wet up my cock so I can send that asshole a picture ‘nd show him whose dick you’re beggin’ for every night? Huh?”

Your back arches up off the bed a bit and your legs begin to cage around Choso’s waist, “Hahh, mmgh, t-that’s so… mean, Cho,” You whine in response, pouting again as your eyes water.

His pace had picked back up and you were being fucked into the mattress, a filthy mess of cum dripping down onto the bed below where the two of you were connected.

“Mean?” Choso echoes, the coldness of the wedding ring he’s got on his finger pressing further into your legs and making you shudder, “Baby… I can show you mean.”

You slide a hand up into his hair and pull his face closer to yours, attempting to kiss him, “Choso…”

He avoids your little gesture and teases you with a smile as he pulls up a little, “I could send him a video.”

“Please,” You frown at your husband’s sudden suggestion.

His dripping tip knocks against the hilt of your cunt, stuffing you full over and over before he finally let out a sigh, “Tch, fine. I won’t,” Choso hums, leaning closer to your face just like you originally wanted him to before whispering, “But don’t let me catch you around him again, okay?”

You nod and your eyes drop to his lips, “Okay.”

“Mh,” Choso hums against you as he finally gives you a slight kiss, feeling how you whine at the loss of the gentle contact when he pulls away, “Now tell me you love me, baby.”

You’re saying it faster than you could even process, “I love you, Cho.”

Oh his entire body reacts to that—hips drawing back, tip teasing your folds for a moment as he taunts you, “Yeah?”

“Mhmmm,” You hum eagerly.

His head tips to the side and he smirks, angling himself so that his cockhead bumps up against your clit, “How much?”

“Love you s’much,” You mumble, a slight whines leaving your throat after.

“Aww, do you? Y’love me so much?” Choso coos. His voice was as deep as ever but soft with you nonetheless before he moves his lips to your ear and shifts his cock back down to your twitching hole. Easing himself back in, “Or do you jus’ love gettin fucked like this?” Choso whispers.

The delicious stretch his cock created as it pushed back inside you had you gasping, “B-Both.”

“Both, huh?” Choso scoffs and his lips press against the shell of your ear, “Fuckin’ slut.”

Then he’s dragging his hips back and rutting them down into you with haste, listening to how each thrust makes you gasp and moan. You were so cute when you couldn’t handle him.

Your nails scratched at his scalp and his upper back, leaving bright red marks on his skin and making him hiss. Bulging cock sinking in and out of you so hard that all you could do was hold onto him and moan.

“H-Hhgnn…” You cry out—cunt tightening around him and earning a deep groan.

“Fuuuck, almost forgot you love that,” Choso huffs, the corner of his lips twitching into a smirk, “Y’like it when I’m mean t’you, huh?”

“Ah, mgh, y-yeahhh,” Your voice comes in a sultry whimper and Choso groans again with how tight your pussy was clinging onto his cock, sucking him in deeper than he could handle.

His breath grows hot against your ear, “S’that why you let him hug you? You wanted to piss me off?” Thrusting harder and harder with his questions, your eyes begin to roll back.

“M-Maybe,” You manage to respond with a fucked-out smile taking over your expression.

“Maybe? Fuck, you’re so cute, baby.” Choso purrs, “If you wanted me to fuck you like I hate you and call you a slut, all you had to do was ask.”

And then he’s doing just as he’s described—plump cockhead abusing your sweet spot by hitting it over and over, “H-Hahh, ah, t-that’s-, fuck, embarrassing Cho.”

Choso chuckles, “Askin’ for me to do somethin’ I’ve done before during sex isn’t embarrassing, baby. Y’know I’ll do anything you ask of me.”

You start pouting all over again, babbling an “M’sorry,” Without really understanding why you’re still apologizing.

“Mhm. Prove it by squirtin’ on me again,” Choso tells you before moving to sit up. He then tugs your thighs over his and fuck does the tip of his dick make you see stars for a second as he repositions himself slightly.

His hands grip onto your hips and he continues his rough pace like it’s nothing, hair disheveled with a few dark strands sticking to his forehead.

“Cho,” You say in an attempt to convince him to slow down for a moment.

Unfortunately for you, your voice only drives him crazier. You were so whiny, it caused blood to rush to the head of his cock and his balls to ache—everything about you was intoxicating.

“I’ll send your lil’ friend a picture of these messy ass sheets afterward, ‘kay?” Choso pants, lips parting as he releases a slight moan from your pussy dripping all over him. Such a messy girl you were, not that he’d prefer you any other way.

“Choso.” You manage almost sternly, sending him a pointed look.

He pouts and decides to play innocent as if his cock wasn’t currently tearing you apart, “Don’t scold me, I gotta do something, baby.”

Rolling your eyes, you reach a hand down and graze his pelvis—making a fail of an attempt at pushing him away, “S’not nice.”

Choso snaps his hips forward as if to make a point and fuck his frustrations right into you, “Good thing m’not tryin’ to be fuckin’ nice then, right?”

☆ Nanami Kento

Who swears he was never a jealous man. He's seen the way people look at you time and time again and never has he batted an eye—why would he? Nanami's confident in himself enough to know that no other man would come in and steal your heart the way he has.

And such confidence has remained up until today.

After a long day of work, there's nothing he wants more than to come home to his lovely girlfriend whom he's been infatuated with for years now. Yet, today was different.

Walking into the shared apartment, unlike normal, you didn't come running up to him with a hug and a million kisses. Odd, he thought to himself, followed by a call of your name that echoed throughout the home.

"In the kitchen, Ken," You replied back, the sweet sound of your voice making him smile as he puffed out a sigh.

He's not sure where the momentary worry came from, but it subsided as he figured you may have been busy with something. As Nanami takes his jacket off, he moves a hand to loosen his tie, soon raking a hand through his hair afterward.

The house was awfully quiet, void of sounds of cooking or your voice—which was, again, odd. Stepping out of his shoes, Nanami steadily makes his way to the kitchen, soon spotting you and feeling a thousand pounds of stress lift off of his shoulders at the mere sight of you.

And in a sundress no less. You were on your phone, fingers tapping away at the screen with a slight smile on your face, your body bent forward against the kitchen counter with your back arched ever so slightly as you stood comfortably.

The sound of footsteps approaching you made you turn your head toward you boyfriend and flash him a loving smile. "Hi Kento, how was work?" You chirped sweetly.

"Fine, my love. How was home?" Nanami replied sweetly as he leaned down to you. A sudden buzz from your phone made you move your gaze and Nanami found himself giving you a slight peck on your lips but your eyes were elsewhere.

Whatever was on your phone must've been quite intriguing. "Home was wonderful. I did some cleaning today so..." You trail off and Nanami just gazes at you as your words fade away.

His brows begin to push together, "So...?"

You blink a few times, fingers tapping away at your screen yet again, "So uh," Trying to focus on both your boyfriend and the male you were texting at the same time was proving to be rather difficult for you.

Hence why Nanami sighs heavily and moves a hand to your back, caressing you gingerly, "Everything alright, love?"

You nod, "Mhm... Sorry about that, Ken. What was I saying again?" You ask as you turn to him with curious eyes.

He gazes at you, wondering how your attention could be so diverted. This was unusual coming from you but he shrugs it off, "You were telling me about how you cleaned up today?"

"Oh! Yes, I was gonna say I felt rather productive today," You finally get out before, again, turning away and to your phone.

Nanami nods his head, "I see. Is there something going on, sweetheart?"

You chuckle, "What? No, why?"

For a moment, your boyfriend does nothing more than watch how consumed you are by the conversation taking place through text on your phone. "You seem awfully distracted, is all," He sighs.

"Ohhh, no," You smile, "It's just this coworker of mine was wondering why I didn't show up today and then he and I-"

"He?" Nanami echoes aloud mistakenly. He hadn't meant to voice that, it was more of a thought.

Slowly, your head turns to your boyfriend yet again and despite the smile on your face, your brows push together and your expression is skeptical, "Yes, Kento, he. Is that an issue?"

"No, of course not," Nanami shakes his head before glancing off to the side with a shrug, "I just wasn't aware you were so close with any of your male coworkers."

You blink, "I'm really not, it's just him."

For some reason, his heart pangs a bit as you say that, "Just him, huh?" Nanami hums to himself.

"Mhm," You nod. Then, ignoring the clear attitude this has brought on, you turn to your phone and return to your texting.

Steadily, Nanami's eyes trail back over to you and he watches you type before rolling his eyes. He's not even sure why this is bothering him but he then moves to stand behind you, his crotch pressing into your ass as he begins to crave more of your attention.

He's truly not used to it being on anyone else that's not him.

"And what are you two discussing now that's so..." His words trail for a minute, eyes dragging along the slight curve in your back as you remained arched perfectly in such an effortless way, "...Important," Nanami soon finishes with a sharp narrow of his eyes.

"Well, he asked to come over for some reason and I'm not really sure how to respond," You reply honestly as you stare at the most recently received text.

Nanami's head cocks back a bit and he scoffs, "He's asked to come over?"

You nod, "Yes."

There's a pause but then your boyfriend leans forward and you can feel his muscular thighs press into the back of yours as his torso leans over. A hand is placed on the counter beside your waist and you look back over your shoulder to see Nanami nearing you.

His gentle eyes meet yours, "Can I see?"

You grin innocently, having nothing to hide from him whatsoever, "Sure," Handing him your phone, Nanami doesn't hesitate to read the messages exchanged from the past hour or so, seeing that this coworker of yours has been trying to flirt with you for some time now.

"Hm," He hums, "Does he always refer to you as uh," He clicks his tongue and scoffs, "Pretty girl?"

You shrug, "Well, yes and I've asked him to stop-"

"And yet you keep talking to him instead of blocking his number?" Nanami cuts off faster than he means to, eyes flipping up from the phone and to your face.

You flash a sheepish little smile, not exactly understanding the issue here, "I mean, he is my coworker."

For a moment, the two of you just stare at one another. Nanami seems to be bothered but not exactly upset just yet, his brown eyes boring into yours as you have this completely clueless look on your face.

Weighing his head to the side ever so slightly, "...That enjoys flirting with you despite knowing you have a boyfriend?" Nanami finishes your statement for you questionably.

You bat your eyes at him and your brows go up, "W-Well-"

"Y'know what," Nanami places your phone down, "Why don't you invite him over?" He suddenly suggests.

You’re taken all the way back by the sudden statement, giving your boyfriend nothing more than a blank stare before uttering a baffled, "Huh?"

"Tell him he can come over,” He repeats, sliding the phone toward your hands and then moving his own to his belt. There’s a slight shuffle as he unbuckles his belt, the simply clacks making your heart skip a steady beat as you realize where he’s going with this. “I should be done by the time he gets here,” Nanami says.

Again, you blink in a confused manner before taking your phone up and doing as he’s just suggested—telling your coworker he can make his way over to you.

After which, you turn off your phone and return your eyes back to your boyfriend whose hands were busy tossing his belt onto the nearby floor. Your eyes then dropped down to his crotch and you swayed your hips to the side a bit to get a better look—spotting the heavy tent in his pants and gulping at the sight.

“Kento…” You hush out, earning a hum from him, “Is everything alright?” Your tone was so very soft and sappy with him, the sound making his heart ache in emotions beyond comprehension.

“Of course, my love,” He replies gently, sending you a quick smile, “I just need you right now, is that okay?”

Your gaze lifts and you meet his pretty brown eyes, lashes fluttering at how handsome he looks standing behind you, “You know that’s okay Ken, I’m all yours.”

He just about forgets the idea of restraint after that statement of yours. Of course he knows you’re all his but hearing it come out of your mouth with zero hesitation even after having another man flirt with you was…

Well, it was reassurance. Reassurance Nanami didn’t realize he enjoyed hearing.

Which is why he has you repeating similar phrases like that within the next few minutes as he fucks you into the kitchen counter.

Hips bruising with the way they were pressed into the counter edge, panties tugged to the side and nearly ripped off of you, back arched like a goddamn slut for your boyfriend, and messy folds stretched open as Nanami pounded his heavy cock into your tight hole—you were soon on cloud nine.

“Repeat that for me love,” Nanami grunts, breath coming out in heavy pants as his hips clash into yours over and over and over again.

You could hardly breathe properly and your mind was all frazzled, nearly everything that came out of your mouth was a moan and yet he still expected you to speak to him.

“K-Kento,” You gasp his name in erotic breathes, “Fuuuck, hahh, I… I said m’all yours,”

A sharper thrust is given in response to you, one of his hands gripping onto the bundled part of your dress at your lower back and the other coming down hard on your ass, “Yeah? All mine to ruin, right?” Nanami huffs out.

All you could do was nod, “Uhuh.” His hips were to damn harsh against your ass, thick cock drilling into your hole despite how lovingly he was speaking to you not too long ago.

“All mine to fuck senseless,” Nanami continues, his aroused tone making your cunt tighten around him.

Your jaw falls open as he starts knocking into that sappy spot inside you, each thrust making your legs quake and the fat of your ass ripple against him, “Yes Ken-, f-fuck.” You stammer, eyes watering and your nails scraping against the counter.

“Oh darling,” He groans, tossing his head back and then moaning at how wet you were for him, how easy it was for his cock to slide in and out and in and out, “Do you have any idea what you to t’me? Huh?” Nanami huffs.

“Mhmm,” You barely whine in response, your body jerking forward with his every mean thrust.

Steadily, he rolls his head back into place, eyes glancing down at the obscene stretch of your pussy lips around the shaft of his cock, “Are you sure? Y’know it upsets me to see another man flirt with you,” He says, voice surprising sturdy despite how well you’re taking him.

“M’sorry Ken,” You’re quick to apologize as if you’ve done something wrong and your boyfriend frowns at you.

“Huh. No need to be sorry, sweetheart,” Nanami coos, and god you feel your legs drawing together at how gentle his tone is with you. “S’not your fault, you didn’t do anything wrong,” He whispers.

Followed by which is the slight shift in his hips, angling his thrusts a little and causing your entire body to twitch below him. Nanami knows every inch of your body like the back of his hand.

How could he not? He’s studied you very closely—hence why the slight shift causes the curve of his cock to just drill into you so hard that you’re seeing stars.

“Mmgh, ahh, hahh, K-Kento,” You whine, your torso beginning to lift from the counter as if to try to escape his thrusts for a moment.

Jaw gone slack, drool slipping out of the corner of your mouth, nails scraping for some kind of hold, and legs shaking as they drew together—you were losing your mind.

“Hm?” Nanami replies so simply, too simply, as if he wasn’t currently fucking the air out of your lungs.

You gasp and your voice grows airy, “Fuck-, oh fuck… m’gonna cum again.”

He tilts his head and smiles, “Again? Aw, you’re so messy for me today,” Nanami says before his hand shifts into the arch of your back and he presses you down onto the counter.

Pinned, you could no longer try and escape his mean thrusts for even a second. Nanami was relentless with you, cock fucking you full, pussy drooling against him, coating his veins—you couldn’t even formulate proper sentences anymore.

“Hhggnh, hahhh, ah, ah…” You moaned loudly with not a single care in the world, eyes rolling back as your cheek pressed into the cold kitchen counter.

“So loud too,” Nanami comments. Then he’s leaning closer to you, cock bottoming you out and making you gasp and whimper.

“Kenn,” Is all you could say for a moment, eyes watering and breath leaving you.

His voice is suddenly next to your ear as his muscular frame leans over yours, “Yes love? I’m right here.” He emphasizes that last word with a deep thrust, making your legs nearly give out for a second.

“I know, I know-,” You babble, trying to pull your head away from his to escape his deep tone in your ear. “Fuck, fuuck, I feel you s’deep.” You whimper again, pouting while trying to catch a moment to breathe.

“Mmhmm, feel me riiight there, huh?” Nanami asks. And god was he right where you wanted him, fat cockhead jerking into your sweet spot and turning your legs into utter mush beneath him.

“Y-Yes, yes, m-mhmm,” Your squeeze shut and a tear rolls down your cheek, heavy pants leaving your throat, “Shit.”

Nanami moves to kiss the crown of your ear lovingly, “Aw, look at you. You close, pretty?”

You’re quick to nod without second thought, “Yes.”

“C’mon then,” His lips move and press against your ear, “Give it to me.”

And then you’re coming undone, repeating his name over and over, “K-Kento, Kento fuck-, Ken.” He loves it too, smiling against your ear as he grunts at the way your cunt throbs and twitches as you cum on his cock.

“Hahh, you sound so pretty moaning my name like that,” He comments before pulling away from your ear, “Look at me while you do it this time,” He utters, earning a steady turn of your head as you angle it back to meet his gaze. Then he smiles at you, hips rolling into you and tip smearing against your gummy walls, “Mhm, thaaat’s it—good girl.”

“Mmh, mmgh!” Your eyes flicker as he slows down to you can really feel him. “Ahh… K-Ken,” You whisper.

His cock aches inside you, “Repeat that, what’s my name?”

Struggling to keep your eyes open, you try your best to maintain eye contact, “Kento.”

“Whose cock are you makin’ a mess on right now?” He questions, tone a but harsh with you as he drags his hips back.

Snapping them forward just as you answer him, you end up stuttering, “Y-Yours Ken.”

“Mhm,” His brows tense as he pulls back yet again. This time, he moves a hand around and grabs ahold of your jaw, tugging your body up off the counter a bit and your face closer to his, “Last question. Who do you belong to, hm?”

“Y-You Kento, m’all yours,” You pant, lips wet with drool and eyes glossy from tears.

All Nanami does is flash a slight smile before he’s rutting his cock right back into you, watching and listening to the way oxygen leaves your lungs, “That’s right. All fuckin’ mine.” Nanami groans, lips nearing yours with the way he pulls you closer to him. Then he’s whispering, “And your little coworkers gonna understand that after today.”

Just before his lips are on yours, you manage a staggered little, “W-What?” In question.

He chuckles, “Oh, you didn’t hear him? He knocked on the door a few minutes ago,” Nanami tells you, watching your entire face twist up as you’re too fucked out to really understand that. “I’m sure he heard you moaning my name…”

☆ Toji Fushiguro

“So, you hate me, huh?” Toji dramatically huffs out as soon as the two of you enter your home again.

You groan and stomp off to your shared bedroom, trying to escape your annoyingly jealous husband due to what’s recently occurred. You’re apparently not allowed to be friends with his friends—or at least, not Shiu Kong allegedly.

Toji’s quick to stride into the bedroom behind you, hands stuffed into his pockets as he watches you storm around the room with a smirk on his face. You were so cute when you were annoyed with him.

Tipping his head to the left, his eyes narrow at you snatching your jacket off as you tried to give him the silent treatment, “Not sure why you’re so upset, y’know. I wasn’t the one pressin’ my tits into someone’s face,” He scoffs.

His hands lift out of his pockets and he crosses his arms over his beefy chest, eyes yet to leave your overly annoyed figure standing by the bed.

You send him a pointed glare before openly rolling your eyes at him, letting him know you’re upset.

Toji cocks his head back at the gesture and his brows raise, “Fucks’ your problem, huh? Mad at me ‘cause of somethin’ you did?”

“No, Fushiguro. Leave me alone,” You huff, frustrated frown etching its way across your lips.

“Ohh, now she decides to speak? And she uses our last name to address me too?” Toji’s baffled by your little attitude, a bit entertained, but baffled nonetheless.

You sigh loudly and move to grab your nearest sweatpants, “Leave me alone.”

“Why, huh?” Toji scoffs, “Y’mad about what I said to Shiu?”

Your eyes move to a slow blink before you click your tongue, “Well, seeing as you told him never to come around us again and that I’m, apparently, ‘not his fuckin’ friend’, maybe.”

Toji doesn’t react much to you mocking him and his expression stays relatively the same, “The hell is wrong with my statement?”

“I made a mistake and you took it out on him,” You explain as you tug your sweats on and move to take your shirt off.

“No, you both made a mistake ‘nd I’m takin’ it out on both of you.” Toji corrects. He was a bit more upset than he led on, “Your dumb ass leaned over him for some stupid fuckin’ water bottle and his eyes went to your tits as if it were second nature.”

You grit your teeth, “It was an accident Toji.”

“Nah, fuck that. Accident my goddamn ass, how many times has he looked at you like that, huh?” Your husband suddenly questions, sounding like he was implying something more as he took a step closer to the bed.

Your brows push together and you shrug, “I don’t know-“

“Oh and let’s not forget the way he grabbed your waist to, what?” He scoffs, “‘Help’ you? ‘Keep you steady’?” Toji continues, hardly giving you a second to even try and respond, “Not sure where ya’ brain’s at today doll, but Shiu is way too fuckin’ comfortable touchin’ you and I don’t like it.”

You shoot him nothing more than a blank yet frustrated stare, “Toji.”

His eyes are already on yours, giving you the same energy through his looks, “What?”

Sighing, “You’re being dramatic.” You tell him.

That ticks him off just right because then his face is twisting up into a scowl, “Dramatic? I’m being fuckin’ dramatic? Don’t piss me off,” Toji warns.

You find the nerve to laugh at him, “Don’t piss you off? Toji you’ve been whining about this all damn day. It’s over now, isn’t it?”

He decides to ignore your little jab at him and he steadily walks over to the side of the bed you’re standing at, “No, it’s not. You haven’t even apologized.”

You chuckle, “For what?”

He finds himself standing not too far from you, glaring at your confused facial expression, “Bein’ mad at me for no damn reason, that’s what.”

You roll your eyes at him again, “Toji you told me I can’t be friends with your friend.”

“Maybe because he wants to fuck you?” Toji fires back.

Another scoff leaves you and you start shaking your head at your husband's ridiculous claims, “He doesn’t.”

“Soo, he just looked at your tits for no reason?" Toji asks, leaning toward you a bit and tilting is head as if to intimidate you, "He grabs your waist ‘nd says, 'I got you sweetheart' for no fuckin’ reason, right?”

Your throat runs dry at that. You may have forgotten Shiu said that to you, having not really paid much attention to it when he did, “I-“

“Do you not know what the fuck flirting looks like?” Toji lectures, taking one last step toward you so that his body was hardly an inch away from yours.

Your head tips back a bit so that you could look up at him, swallowing hard at how upset your husband seems to be and all your confidence on the matter nearly fading. “I do, but-“

“There is no but. He wants to fuck my wife," He interrupts, "Why the hell would I let you two be friends knowing that?”

That's when you sigh again, “Toji, you don’t know that he wants to fuck me, you’re assuming things-“

One of his hands flies up to his face and he starts rubbing his temples out of pure frustration, “Woman, he checks you out at every chance he gets when he thinks I’m not payin’ attention.”

“He-“

“He touched you all too inappropriately, right in front of me," Toji reminds you.

You try to take up for Shiu's actions, still not seeing what the issue behind it was, “He was making sure I didn’t fall over.”

A little pissed of smirk tugs at the corner of Toji's scared lips and he turns his head to the side as he looks away from you, scoffing, “Riiiiight.”

“I’m serious!” You utter pleadingly.

“So..." Toji slowly returns his gaze to you and his voice gets stern, "You don’t see anything sexual behind a man holding your waist and saying 'I got you sweetheart'?”

“No.” You reply confidently.

“Hm. Alright, then." Your husband nods before he's moving to pull his shirt up and over his head, your eyes widening at the man as one of his hands then go to your waist and he tugs your body to his, "Lemme show you somethin’ if that’s the case...”

And then you’re on the bed with your husband moments later—bouncing up and down on his hard cock as Toji fucked up into you, your tits jumping in his face, jaw hanging open, and his hands holding right onto your waist.

“See what I mean now?” Toji huffs, “See how fuckin’ sexual this shit is?”

“T-Toji-, hahhh, fuck, t-this is so much different," You moan at the constant stretch of his fat cock rutting up into your swollen folds, one of his thumbs at your clit as rolling circles over the twitching bud.

“Yeah, ‘cause I’m doin’ what he fantasizes about," Toji tells you, smiling a bit as he watches your face twist up.

Your brows tensed and your jaw fell as his leaky cockhead drilled deep into you, “M-Mmgh, s-so… big.” You whine with your hands at his shoulders and nails scraping him as his harsh thrusts made your body jerk upward.

Toji's steel grip on your waist was the only thing keeping you from falling off of you, his fingers digging into your skin. Every time he thrusted his hips up, he'd use his grip to tug you back down—forcing your cunt to spread open over his aching cock over and over, “Aww, don’t worry sweetheart, I gotchu’."

You gasp at his words, core throbbing due to his heavy tone, “Fuck-“

“Yeahh, see how fuckin’ wet that shit made you? Knew’ you weren’t fuckin’ stupid," Toji grunts out. He was so mean to you, taking out his frustrations from earlier on your pussy by soon spitting down on the, already, filthy mess below, adding to the slickness of it all and making you twitch.

Your hips try their best to keep up with him, rutting and rocking forward to keep his cock sucked deep inside you, “S-Shut up,” You tell your husband only to earn a scoff.

“Nahh," Toji begins to move his hands and your heart jumps. He tugs your torso near his before he's wrapping his big arms around your waist, locking you into place above him with your chest sandwiched against his, "Apologize t’me."

Your brows furrow and your eyes gloss over as his hips begin to pound his swollen cock up into you, obscene squelches of your cunt following as he does so. Your words come out in a whiney stammer, “F-For what-“

“Playin’ fuckin’ dumb, that’s what," Toji cuts off, eyes staring right into yours as he watched your face sink into that pretty fucked out state.

“Shiit," You gasp at how you couldn't move an inch, couldn't pull away or slow his thrusts down for a moment, forced to take every thick inch of his cock, "O-Okay, m’sorry-,”

Toji smiles, “Again.”

“M’sorry Toji," You whine. His arms were wrapped around you so tightly that you couldn’t even look away from him. You were both embarrassed and being fucked to tears simultaneously.

“Mmmh, without the mumblin’ this time," Toji instructs, gaze dropping to your wet lips so he can watch how you struggle, "Talk proper to me, girl.”

And of course, right after he he says that to you, he decides to then flip you both over so he's on top. “I-, hahh," You pant at the way his hands move to your legs and press them down against your chest, folding you up just how he wants to. "I’m… s-sorry Toji," You cry out.

With the way he's bucking his hips down into you, suddenly calculated with his thrusts and making your eyes go wide. You were on the verge of screaming his name with how good his cock felt splitting you open.

“Close, but y’still stuttered," Toji tells you. His breathing was growing just as heavy as yours but that didn't stop him from teasing you for even a second.

“Fuck you-," You breathe out, earning a smile from him, "...I’m sorry.” You end up saying anyway because how could you disobey your husband when he's got you folded up like this, his veins throbbing against your gummy walls as you squeezed the life out of his cock.

Toji tilts his head a little, “Sorry what?”

“I-I’m sorry Toji," You correct yourself before he's leaning his weight onto you and god his cock pushes impossibly deeper. You were so full of him that air was getting hard to come by.

“Oneee more time f’me, baby," Toji whispers all of a sudden, his face close to yours and your legs practically over his shoulders. "C’mon, you can do it.”

“Hhgnnn… oh-, mmgh… I…" Your jaw falls open again and you struggle. His cockhead was hitting your insides right where you needed him, you could feel your core tensing and your legs going numb, "...I’m sorry Toji.”

Your husband smiles at you, “There ya’ gooo, atta’ girllll.” He praises, feeling the way your pussy narrows tightly around his cock just as you start cumming on him.

“Fuck.” Is the most you could get out of your mouth that wasn't an incoherent moan.

Then Toji notices you trying to move your hands to push him away a little and he softens his tone, “Hey, stop thaat, don’t give out on me," Toji coos, the sudden softness making your stomach churn before he moves a thumb to your clit again, "I gotchu’, pretty girl.”

“F-Fuck. Ohmygod-“ Your back arches up off the bed a bit and you whimper.

Toji just gawks at you, “Uhuh, now… y’won’t talk to Shiu again after this, right?” He questions, juuust to be sure you got the message after all this.

You nod in agreement, “N-No, I-, mmh, I won't t-talk t'him again…”

Fat cock rolling down into your pussy, your slick making his cock slid in so easily, “Y'sure?”

You nod, “Yes.”

Toji pouts a little just to mock the face you were making, “Yes who?”

Your eyes just barely meet his and his thumb presses against your clit, making your voice come out in a moan, “Yes Toji.”

“Mh," He hums, leaning down to kiss you tenderly, "Good girl.”

☆ Gojo Satoru

He doesn’t even let you explain yourself.

One ninety-second hug with some guy you claim you’ve known since college, his arms around your waist and yours wrapped around his neck—was just about all it took for Gojo to get the picture.

Then there was the way the guy whispered into your ear and you laughed-, no, giggled at whatever was said.

What else does Gojo need to know after that? Clearly you forgot who you’ve been dating for the past few years…

Which is why Gojo reminds you through rough backshots in the backseat of your car as soon as you return to him. He hand a heavy hand on the back of your head, pressing your face down against the carseat as his toned hips clashed into your ass.

Swollen cockhead pushing past your twitching folds for the nth time while he bullies into your pussy. The loud smack of his balls against you fills the entirety of the vehicle, Gojo’s free hand pressing down into your arch and furthering it for him so he could angle his dick into that spot that makes you utterly weak.

“Wonder what the hell was so funny,” He huffs. He’s breathless by this point, having been dirty talking your ear off and giving you no time to respond—telling you how pretty your pussy looks taking every inch of him and how cute you sound crying his name into the seat.

“M-Mmgh, hnngh… ahh, S-Satoru,” Your voice was muffled against the carseat but neither of you cared, he heard you clear enough.

“Hm? What was so funny, baby? Tell me,” Gojo requests, not slowing his thrusts down for even a moment.

Merciless, he was. Fucking you like you were a goddamn slut off the street and he was a sex-deprived man, his pelvis was so angry against you, leaving marks with how harshly it met your ass, a hand moving every now and then just to palm the fat of the slight curve.

You were too busy drooling onto the carseat, cockdrunk out of your mind and fucked out beyond belief. You don’t think Gojo’s ever fucked you this hard before—the car was rocking with his every thrust and you’re pretty sure your muffled moans could be heard from outside the vehicle.

Sure, your windows had tint on them but it still wouldn’t take a genius to figure out what was going in within the car.

“What was he sayin’ t’you? Huh? Was he tellin’ you how badly he wants to fuck you? S’that why you laughed?” Gojo scoffs, still giving you no time to respond whatsoever, “I’d laugh too, shit… No one gets to fuck you aside from me, after all.” He finishes off with a cheeky little shrug.

You hated how much he was rambling right now but your brain was too consumed in pleasure to really care, “Toruu, fuuck-, oh, mmh…”

“No one else gets to feel this pussy wrapped all pretty around their cock, right?” Gojo groans, tossing his head back and drilling himself into the hilt, almost as if he were trying to reach deeper, “Jus’ me?”

All you can do is hum messily, “Mhmmm.”

He lets out a breathy chuckle and his hand lands across your ass again, head moving to look down at the marks he’s left thus far before he cracks a smile, “Say it.”

“J-Jus’ you, ‘Toru.” Your voice was small, hardly audible but Gojo didn’t much care, he’d heard enough anyway.

So, he smiles at your struggle in speech, finding you nothing but adorable in this state, “Yeahh, that’s my girll.”

Then he’s moving his hands, feeling every inch of your body like he always does. There’s never a single part of you that goes untouched by Gojo Satoru when he fucks you. And as of right now, his large hands were taking place on your ass, spreading you apart to get a better look at your wet parted folds sucking in his cock.

“Pussy’s soooo fuckin’ pretty taking my dick like this too. I mean damn,” Gojo lets out a moan in between his sentence, unable to help himself at the sight before him, “Look at her drip all over me. She’s nasty, baby.”

Then he’s slowing his thrusts, but not stopping. Instead he gets calculated, fucking his cock in slow but pointed, top poking at your gummy spot and making your legs quake.

Drool smears across your cheek and your face was a goddamn mess but, you’d worry about all that later, “S’toru…”

“Mhm, I know, you’re about t’cum again, huh?” Gojo hums sweetly, the wet sounds of your cunt taking him in making his brows tense.

You were in complete disarray—debauched and filthy just how he liked. Shooting a glop of spit down onto his cock, he watched with a smile as he eases forward before there’s nothing more than an inch left out of you, only to thrust the last bit in and watch your fingers curl as you scrape against the seat.

“Uhuhh,” You breathe helplessly.

Gojo cocks his head to the side, “Gonna make another mess on me, pretty girl?”

“Y-Yeahh.”

“Mhm, good,” Gojo praises lightly before pulling out. He takes his cock into one of his hands and taps it against your pussy folds, listening to the light and wet smack his cock made against you and biting his lower lip, “But y’know… I wonder what had you so wet, baby.” He teases.

That was the only chance you got to catch your recently lost breath and you angle your head back a little to look at him, “Hm?”

Gojo’s eyes were down as he watched himself play with your pussy, smearing his leaky his tip in between your folds, “Was it him? Did he tell you how pretty you looked today? Hm?” Gojo wonders, “S’that why your cunt was droolin’ before I could even get your panties off?”

Your brows tense and you try wiggling your hips back a little, “N-No…”

“No? Aw, so what was it then?” Your boyfriend questions curiously. He’s now pushing an inch in and out of your cunt, watching how your pussy twitches every time he pulls out and chuckling at you, “Surely it wasn’t the way I was rubbin’ my fingers against you… Nah, you were too busy thinkin’ about that other guy, right?”

You groan, “No, ‘Toru.”

He snickers, “No? Buut, you guys looked like you had a great convo.”

“W-We did but that’s only cause… hahh… mmmh, I-,” Gojo starts inching more of his cock into you and you struggle to finish explaining. After taking a deep breath, “I spent the whole time talkin’ a-about you.”

“Aww, really?” His hips snap forward after you say that, “Fuck, you bragged about me?” Gojo moans out, face growing hot with arousal.

Nodding, you hum in response, “Mhmm.”

“Shiit, that almost makes me feel bad,” Gojo pouts a little before shifting his palm over your ass, caressing your skin tenderly.

He’s still rutting his dick in and out of you but his voice and his touch is much softer.

“W-Why?” You ask.

“Cause’…. I’m fuckin’ you like you did somethin’ wrong for no reason…” Gojo whispers, seeming to be disappointed in himself for a second.

Then, he sees the way your eyes go back as his cock hits that one spot again, “Mmgh.. S-Satoru, r-right theree…”

And with that, he’s no longer disappointed and shrugs off all his doubts, going on to fuck you like he’s mad at you, “S’okay tho’, you like me like this anyway…”

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