-> No kid. No rules. Just five JJK husbands finally fucking their wives raw ā loud, nasty, and balls-deep.
ft. toji fushiguro, gojo satoru, choso kamo, nanami kento, higuruma hiromi. x fem!reader
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tojiās been eyeing you like a starved wolf the second the front door clicked shut behind your kidās overnight bag. no more tiny voice yelling āmommy, one more story!ā no more tiptoeing past the nursery at night with your hand clamped over your mouth so the little one wouldnāt wake up to the sound of his daddy ruining his mommy. tonight the whole damn house is yours, and tojiās already rolling his thick shoulders, cracking his neck like heās about to step into the ring.
āfinally,ā he mutters, voice low and gravelly as he kicks the bedroom door shut behind him with the heel of his boot. the lock clicks. loud. deliberate. āno excuses tonight, wife. youāre gonna scream for me till your throatās raw. been saving this shit up for weeks.ā
you donāt even get a chance to answer before heās on youābig, calloused hands grabbing your waist, yanking you flush against his solid frame. his mouth crashes into yours, all teeth and tongue and that filthy scar on his lip dragging over your bottom one like heās marking territory. he tastes like the cheap beer he cracked open the second the house went quiet, and he kisses you like heās pissed he had to wait this long. one hand slides down, squeezes your ass hard enough to make you yelp into his mouth, and he laughsādark, smug, hungry.
āthatās it. make noise. loud as you fuckinā want.ā he spins you around, bends you over the edge of the bed so fast your palms slap the mattress. your sundress is already rucked up around your hips before you can even breathe. toji doesnāt bother pulling it off; he just yanks your panties to the side, thick fingers spreading your folds like he owns them. because he does.
ālook at this pretty cunt already drippinā for me. been wet since dinner, huh? thinkinā about how daddyās finally gonna wreck you without playinā nice.ā two thick fingers push in without warning, curling mean right against that spot that makes your knees buckle. you moanāloud, shamelessāand toji groans like itās music. āyeah? thatās right. let the whole neighborhood hear how much you love this dick.ā
he pumps his fingers fast, nasty, wet squelching sounds filling the room because thereās no reason to be quiet anymore. your hips jerk back against his hand and he slaps your ass hard, the crack echoing off the walls.
āstay still, baby. iām just warminā you up.ā
but tojiās never been patient. he pulls his fingers out, shiny with your slick, and you hear the metallic clink of his belt, the rasp of his zipper. his cock slaps heavy against your ass cheekāhot, thick, already leaking at the tip. he strokes himself once, twice, smearing precum over the fat head before he lines up and pushes in.
one brutal thrust and heās buried to the hilt.
āfuuuuck,ā he hisses through his teeth. your walls flutter around him, greedy, and he doesnāt give you a second to adjust. he pulls back slowājust enough for you to feel every veiny inch drag along your insidesāthen slams back in so hard your tits bounce inside your dress and your cheek smushes into the sheets.
the bed creaks like itās gonna break. good. let it.
toji sets a punishing rhythm right away, hips snapping forward with that lazy, powerful roll he does when he knows he can go as deep as he wants. every thrust punches the air out of your lungs. his heavy balls slap against your clit with wet, filthy smacksāpap-pap-pap-papāgrowing louder, wetter, nastier the faster he goes.
āshitālisten to that,ā he growls, one hand fisting the back of your dress like reins. āhear how sloppy your pussyās gettinā for me? been holdinā back too long, mama. now iām gonna fuck you stupid.ā
youāre already babbling, moans spilling out unrestrained, loud and broken. ātojiāoh my godātoo deepā!ā
ātoo deep?ā he laughs, mean and breathless, and angles his hips so the fat head of his cock drags right over that spongy spot inside you on every stroke. āyouāre my wife. this cunt was built for me. take it. take every fuckinā inch.ā
he leans over you, broad chest pressing to your back, teeth scraping your shoulder as he rails you harder. the new angle has him grinding against your cervix with every brutal snap of his hips, and your eyes roll back. youāre drooling onto the sheets, fingers clawing at the comforter, and toji eats it upāgrowling praises and filth right against your ear.
āthatās it. scream for your husband. let it outāfuckinā louder, baby, i wanna hear you cry on this dick.ā
he reaches around, rough thumb finding your swollen clit and rubbing tight, mean circles. your legs start shaking. the pressure builds so fast itās embarrassingāweeks of quiet, careful sex with one ear always listening for a toddlerās cry suddenly exploding out of you in one overwhelming wave.
ātojiāiāmāiām gonnaāā
āyeah you are,ā he snarls, hips never slowing. ācum on me. soak my fuckinā cock so i can fill you up proper.ā
you shatter. loud. your moan cracks into a wail that echoes off the bedroom walls as your pussy clamps down around him like a vice, pulsing, gushing. toji groans like heās been punched, but he doesnāt stopāhe fucks you straight through it, hips stuttering only for a second before heās back to that relentless, brain-melting pace.
āgood girlāgood fuckinā girl. look at you creaminā all over me. messy little wife.ā
he pulls out suddenly, flips you onto your back like you weigh nothing, and shoves your knees to your chest. the new position has you folded in half, ankles by your ears, and tojiās cock sinks back in even deeper. you swear you feel him in your stomach.
āthere we go,ā he pants, eyes dark and wild as he watches his thick shaft disappear into your soaked pussy over and over. āwant you to see what iām doinā to you.ā
his abs flex with every thrust, tank top riding up to show the dark happy trail leading down to where his cock is stretching you open. sweat beads on his forehead, dark hair sticking to his skin, scar pulling tight when he smirks down at you.
āgonna put another baby in you tonight,ā he grunts, voice rough. āfuck you so full youāll be waddlinā around with my kid again. you want that? want me to knock you up while the house is empty?ā
you nod frantically, nails digging into his biceps. āyesāyes, tojiāpleaseāā
he laughs, low and dangerous, and starts pounding you even harder, bedframe slamming against the wall in a steady, filthy rhythm. your tits bounce with every thrust. your moans are nonstop now, raw and desperate, and toji drinks them in like oxygen.
he leans down, mouth latching onto one of your nipples through the thin fabric of your dress, sucking hard while his hips keep working. the dual sensation has you arching off the bed, another orgasm crashing over you so fast you almost black out.
āthatās two,ā he mutters against your skin, teeth grazing your nipple. āthink you got one more in you before i fill this cunt up.ā
he sits back on his heels, yanks you down the bed so your ass is hanging off the edge, and hooks your legs over his shoulders. the angle is obscene. heās so deep you can barely breathe, and he knows itāgrinning that cocky, scarred grin as he watches your belly bulge every time he bottoms out.
ālook at that,ā he groans, one big hand pressing down on the swell. ācan see my dick right here. fuckinā perfect.ā
youāre sobbing with pleasure now, tears streaking your cheeks, but you donāt want him to stop. you never want him to stop.
tojiās pace turns feral. short, brutal snaps of his hips that have the wet slap of skin on skin ringing out like gunshots. his balls are soaked, your thighs are soaked, the sheets are soaked. heās grunting with every thrust, low and animalistic, sweat dripping from his jaw onto your chest.
āgonna cum,ā he warns, voice wrecked. āgonna flood this pussy till itās leakinā down your ass. you ready, wife?ā
āpleaseācum inside meāfill me upāā
he buries himself to the hilt and stays there, grinding deep as his cock throbs and pulses. thick, hot ropes of cum shoot straight against your cervix, pulse after pulse, so much it starts leaking out around his shaft immediately. toji groans long and loud, hips twitching as he empties himself completely.
but he doesnāt pull out.
instead he leans down, presses a surprisingly soft kiss to your sweaty forehead, then starts moving againāslow, lazy rolls of his hips that push his cum even deeper.
ānot done yet,ā he murmurs, voice hoarse. ākidās gone till sunday. iām spendinā every fuckinā minute of it buried in this cunt.ā
he pulls out with a wet pop, flips you onto your stomach again, and yanks your hips up into a perfect arch. his cum is already dripping down your thighs, but he just spreads your ass cheeks with both hands and spits right on your ruined hole before sliding back in.
āround two, baby. scream louder this time. i wanna hear my name when you cum on my cock again.ā
and he starts all overāhard, deep, relentlessābecause tonight thereās no reason to hold back. the house is empty, your throat is his, and tojiās going to fuck you until the only thing you can remember is how it feels when your husband finally gets to ruin you exactly the way he wants.
gojoās been vibrating with energy since the moment your mother drove off with your little one buckled safely in the backseat. the second the taillights disappeared around the corner, he locked the front door, turned around, and looked at you like a man whoād been starving for weeks.
āfinally,ā he drawls, that signature cocky grin stretching across his pretty face. blindfold already tugged down around his neck, those electric blue eyes glowing with pure mischief. āno tiny footsteps. no bedtime stories. no āshh, satoru, the baby might hear.ā tonight, mommyās all mine.ā
you feel heat rush to your face instantly at the word. āsatoruāā
ānuh-uh.ā heās on you before you can protest, tall frame crowding you against the hallway wall. long fingers tilt your chin up as he leans in, lips brushing yours but not quite kissing. āsay it again. call me satoru while iām balls deep and iāll stop. promise.ā
he doesnāt wait for an answer. he kisses you filthyātongue sliding in, claiming, tasting like the strawberry mochi he stole from the fridge earlier. his hands are everywhere at once, shoving your shirt up, palming your tits, pinching your nipples until you gasp into his mouth.
ābeen thinking about this all day,ā he murmurs against your lips, grinding his already hard cock against your stomach. āhow loud iām gonna make my pretty wife scream. how many times i can make mommy cum before the sun comes up.ā
āstop calling me that,ā you whine, embarrassed, cheeks burning.
gojo just laughsālow, delighted, mean. he scoops you up like you weigh nothing, your legs wrapping around his narrow waist as he carries you to the bedroom. he kicks the door shut with his foot and drops you onto the mattress, crawling over you immediately.
āwhy? you get so cute when i say it.ā he yanks your shorts and panties down in one rough tug, spreading your thighs wide. ālook at this needy little pussy already soaked. been aching for daddyās cock while you were playing perfect mommy all week, huh?ā
two long fingers drag through your folds, collecting your slick before he pushes them inside without warning. you arch with a sharp cry, and gojoās eyes darken with satisfaction.
āthatās it. loud. i want every neighbor to know whoās fucking you stupid tonight.ā
he curls his fingers perfectly, rubbing that spongy spot inside you while his thumb circles your clit with lazy precision. your hips jerk, a broken moan slipping out, and he coos.
āaww, mommyās already moaning so pretty. does it feel good? tell me.ā
āwrong answer.ā he pulls his fingers out, ignores your whimper of protest, and flips you onto your stomach. he yanks your hips up into a deep arch, one big hand pressing between your shoulder blades to keep your chest down. you hear his belt, the rustle of fabric, then the heavy, wet slap of his cock against your ass.
heās painfully hard, tip already leaking, veins prominent along the long, pretty length. he rubs the fat head up and down your slit, teasing your clit, dipping just the tip in before pulling back out.
you bury your face in the pillow, mortified and dripping. āplease, satoruāā
he slaps your ass hard. ātry again.ā
āstill not right.ā he pushes in just the tip, stretching you open, then stops. āwhoās about to get ruined?ā
youāre trembling, embarrassment and arousal twisting together so tightly you can barely think. ādaddyā¦ please fuck mommy.ā
he slams in to the hilt in one brutal thrust. the stretch burns so good your eyes roll back, a loud, shameless moan ripping from your throat. gojo groans, head falling back, white hair sticking to his forehead already.
āfuuuuck, so tight. always so fucking tight for me.ā he doesnāt give you time to adjust. he pulls back and starts pounding youādeep, ruthless strokes that make the bed slam against the wall. every thrust punches the air out of your lungs, his heavy balls slapping your clit with wet, obscene smacks.
āhear that?ā he pants, voice dripping with smug delight. ālisten to how wet mommyās pussy is. sloppy fucking sounds just for me.ā
youāre already a messādrooling onto the sheets, fingers clawing at the comforter, moans pouring out unrestrained because thereās no reason to hold back. gojo reaches around, long fingers finding your clit again, rubbing fast and mean.
āgonna cum already? so sensitive tonight. been neglecting this greedy cunt, havenāt i?ā
āsatoruāslow downāahh!ā
he laughs and fucks you harder instead, hips snapping with that inhuman stamina. the lewd pap-pap-pap-pap of skin on skin fills the room, mixed with your broken cries and his filthy teasing.
ācanāt slow down, mommy. been dreaming about folding you in half for days.ā he pulls out suddenly, flips you onto your back, and folds you exactly like he promisedāyour knees pushed to your chest, ankles by your ears. he slides back in even deeper, the new angle making your belly visibly bulge every time he bottoms out.
ālook at that,ā he groans, one large hand pressing down on the swell. ācan see daddyās cock right here. ruining mommyās insides.ā
you sob with pleasure, tears slipping down your temples. the embarrassment of him calling you mommy while heās rearranging your guts only makes you wetter, and he knows itāhe can see it with those damn six eyes.
āyouāre clenching so hard every time i say it,ā he taunts, leaning down to bite your bottom lip. ādoes my dirty little mommy like being called out? like when i remind her sheās getting fucked stupid while our kidās away?ā
āshut upāoh godā!ā
he angles his hips and starts hammering that perfect spot relentlessly. your orgasm crashes into you without warning, pussy gushing around his cock, walls fluttering wildly. you scream his name, loud and raw, body shaking violently.
gojo doesnāt stop. he fucks you straight through it, eyes wild and bright.
āthatās one. gonna give me at least three more before i fill you up.ā
he pulls out, flips you again, this time pulling you to the edge of the bed so your ass hangs off. he hooks your legs over his shoulders and slides back in, grinding deep, rolling his hips in that devastating way that makes your toes curl.
āsay it,ā he demands, thumb pressing on your oversensitive clit. ātell daddy how good it feels.ā
youāre crying, voice hoarse. āfeels so goodātoo deepāsatoruāā
āwrong.ā he pinches your clit and you wail. ātry again, mommy.ā
ādaddyādaddy it feels so goodāplease donāt stopāā
āthere she is.ā his grin is feral as he starts pounding you again, bed creaking dangerously. sweat drips from his chest onto yours, his white hair a mess, muscles flexing with every brutal thrust. he looks unrealābeautiful and mean and completely obsessed with breaking you.
your second orgasm hits even harder. you squirt around his cock, soaking his abs and the sheets, screaming loud enough that your throat hurts. gojo moans like heās the one cumming, hips stuttering for a second before he keeps going.
āmessy mommy. look what you did to me.ā he pulls out, slaps his soaked cock against your clit a few times, then pushes back in. āone more. i want you crying before i breed you.ā
he leans over you, folding you again, mouth latching onto your nipple while he rails you senseless. his teeth graze, tongue swirls, and the dual stimulation has you seeing stars.
āgonna cum inside this perfect pussy,ā he growls against your breast. āfill mommy up until sheās leaking for days. maybe make another baby tonight, huh? you want that? want daddy to knock you up while youāre screaming his name?ā
you nod frantically, too fucked out to be embarrassed anymore. āyesāyes pleaseācum insideāā
gojo buries himself to the hilt and lets go with a broken groan, thick ropes of cum flooding your womb. he keeps grinding deep, pushing it further inside, whispering filthy praise against your ear.
āgood mommyā¦ taking every drop like a champ. such a perfect wife.ā
he stays inside you, softening only a little before he starts slow, lazy thrusts again, stirring his cum deeper. he kisses your tear-streaked face, then smirks.
āround two in the shower. then the couch. then maybe the kitchen counter. weāve got all night, mommyā¦ and iām nowhere near finished with you.ā
he pulls out with a wet pop, cum dripping down your thighs, and throws you over his shoulder like a trophy, heading for the bathroom with that same infuriating, delighted laugh.
ābetter start stretching, baby. daddyās feeling extra mean tonight.ā
nanami kento had been composed all eveningāpolite smile when your mother picked up your little one, steady hand waving goodbye from the porch, even helping you clear the dinner dishes like the perfect husband he always was. but the second the car disappeared down the street, the mask slipped.
the kitchen light was still on, warm and golden. you were wiping down the counter when you felt him behind youābroad chest pressing against your back, strong arms caging you in, his large hands gripping the edge of the marble on either side of you.
āfinally,ā he breathed against your ear, voice low and rough, that usual calm baritone now edged with something feral. āno bedtime monitor. no little footsteps. just you and me, darlingā¦ and iāve been aching for this all week.ā
you barely had time to set the cloth down before one of his hands slid under your sundress, palming your ass, squeezing hard enough to make you gasp. nanami groaned at the soundāopen, unfilteredāand pressed his already-hard cock against you through his slacks.
ālisten to that pretty little noise,ā he murmured, lips brushing your neck. āyou donāt have to hold back tonight, sweetheart. i want to hear every single sound you make when i fuck you.ā
he spun you around, lifted you onto the counter in one smooth motion like you weighed nothing, and stepped between your thighs. his tie was already loosened, shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, exposing those thick, veined forearms. you reached for his belt but he caught your wrists, pinning them gently above your head with one hand while the other tugged your panties down your legs.
ālet me take care of you first,ā he said, dropping to his knees right there on the kitchen floor. ābeen thinking about this sweet pussy on my tongue since breakfast.ā
nanami buried his face between your thighs without warningāmouth hot, tongue broad and insistent as he licked a long, slow stripe up your soaked folds. the groan he let out vibrated straight through you. he ate you like a man starved: messy, devoted, sucking your clit between his lips while two thick fingers pushed inside you, curling perfectly against that spot that made your back arch.
ākentoāoh fuckāā your moan echoed around the kitchen, loud and shameless, and he rewarded you with a deeper thrust of his fingers and a pleased hum.
āthatās it, my love. louder. let the whole house hear how good your husband makes you feel.ā he licked and sucked noisily, spit and your slick dripping down his chin onto the tile. āso wet alreadyā¦ been craving this just as badly as i have, havenāt you?ā
your thighs started trembling around his shoulders. he hooked one of your legs over his back, pressing you wider, and devoured you with renewed hungerāfingers pumping faster, tongue flicking your clit in tight, relentless circles. your first orgasm hit you like a freight train. you cried out his name, loud and broken, hips jerking against his face as you gushed around his fingers. nanami didnāt stop, only slowed his movements to work you through it, murmuring praises against your throbbing pussy.
āgood girlā¦ such a perfect wife. look at you soaking my tongue. beautiful.ā
he rose to his feet, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before kissing you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. you fumbled with his belt, desperate, and he helped youāthick, heavy cock springing free, flushed dark and leaking at the tip. you wrapped your hand around him and he hissed, forehead dropping to yours.
ācareful, darling. iāve been hard for hours.ā
he didnāt give you long to stroke him. nanami grabbed your hips, yanked you to the very edge of the counter, and pushed in with one long, brutal stroke. the stretch made you screamāraw, unrestrainedāand the sound seemed to snap something in him.
āfuckā so tight,ā he growled, voice wrecked. āalways so perfect for me.ā
he set a punishing pace immediatelyādeep, powerful thrusts that made the counter creak beneath you. every slam of his hips drove him right against your cervix, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing loudly through the quiet house. your tits bounced inside your dress with every thrust and nanami yanked the neckline down so he could watch them, leaning in to suck a nipple into his mouth while he fucked you senseless.
āyesākentoāharder!ā you sobbed, nails digging into his shoulders through his shirt.
he obliged. his grip on your hips turned bruising as he pounded into you, muscles in his arms and shoulders flexing with every savage snap of his hips. sweat already beaded on his forehead, blond hair falling messily over his eyes, but he never looked away from your faceāwatching every moan, every tear of pleasure that slipped down your cheeks.
āyouāre taking me so well, sweetheart,ā he praised between gritted teeth, voice rough with restraint and need. ālook at how beautifully you stretch around my cock. my perfect little wifeā¦ letting me ruin her right here on the counter where we make our sonās breakfast.ā
the filthy words in his usually polite voice sent heat rushing through you. you clenched hard around him and he groaned, hips stuttering for a moment before he doubled downāfucking you even rougher, the wet squelch of your pussy obscene in the open kitchen.
he pulled out suddenly, spun you around, and bent you over the counter. your chest pressed against the cool marble as he kicked your legs wider and slammed back in from behind. the new angle had you seeing stars, his cock dragging perfectly against that spongy spot inside you with every thrust.
ākentoāoh my godā!ā
ālouder, darling. scream for me.ā one hand fisted in your hair, the other gripping your ass as he railed you mercilessly. the sound of his heavy balls slapping against your clit filled the room, mixed with your broken cries and his low, guttural groans. āthatās itā¦ let it all out. no oneās here to stop us.ā
your second orgasm ripped through you without warning. you wailed his name, pussy gushing around his thick cock, legs shaking so badly he had to hold you up. nanami fucked you straight through it, praising you the entire time.
āgood girlāsuch a good fucking girl. squeezing me so tightā¦ youāre going to make me cum if you keep that up.ā
but he didnāt stop. he pulled out, turned you to face him again, and lifted you clean off the counter, your legs wrapping around his waist. he carried you the few steps to the kitchen table and laid you down on your back, plates and napkins clattering to the floor. he hooked your legs over his shoulders and drove back in, folding you in half.
the position was devastating. he was so deep you swore you could feel him in your stomach. nanamiās pace turned feralālong, punishing strokes that had the heavy wooden table scraping across the floor. his abs flexed with every thrust, shirt half-unbuttoned and clinging to his sweat-damp skin.
āyou feel that, my love?ā he panted, pressing a hand down on your lower belly so you could feel the bulge of his cock moving inside you. āiām so deepā¦ going to fill you up until youāre dripping down your thighs for days.ā
you were crying nowāoverwhelmed, overstimulated, blissed out. āpleaseākentoācum inside meāā
ānot yet,ā he growled, leaning down to bite your neck. āi want one more. give me one more, sweetheart. let me feel you fall apart on my cock again.ā
he reached between you, thumb finding your swollen clit, rubbing tight, slick circles while he hammered into you. your third orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave. you screamedāloud, hoarse, unrestrainedābody seizing, pussy clamping down around him like a vice. nanami groaned deep in his chest, hips stuttering as he finally let go.
he buried himself to the hilt and came hard, thick, hot ropes of cum flooding your womb. he kept grinding deep, pushing every drop inside you, whispering broken praises against your sweat-slick skin.
āperfectā¦ so perfect for meā¦ my beautiful wifeā¦ taking everything i give youā¦ā
even after he finished, he stayed buried inside you, rolling his hips in slow, lazy circles to keep his cum deep. he kissed you softlyāforehead, cheeks, lipsāthen rested his forehead against yours, breathing hard.
āweāre not done,ā he murmured, voice still rough. āiām taking you on every surface in this house tonight. the couch nextā¦ then our bedā¦ maybe the shower if you can still stand.ā
he pulled out slowly, watching with dark satisfaction as his cum leaked from your swollen pussy onto the kitchen table. nanami scooped you up bridal-style, kissing your temple as he carried you toward the living room.
āi love you,ā he said quietly, reverently. then, with a small, wicked smile that only you ever got to see: ābut iām going to fuck you like i donāt until the sun comes up, darling. scream as loud as you want. your husband needs to remind this pretty body exactly who it belongs to.ā
choso stood at the doorway long after your motherās car had disappeared down the street, fingers twitching at his sides like he didnāt know what to do with them. the house was finally quietāno cartoons playing in the background, no little voice calling for āpapaā or āmama.ā just the two of you.
he turned to you slowly, cheeks already flushed that pretty shade of pink. his dark hair fell messily over his eyes as he rubbed the back of his neck, looking anywhere but directly at you.
āumā¦ babe?ā his voice was soft, almost shy. ānow thatā¦ sheās gone for the nightā¦ can weā¦?ā he swallowed hard, ears burning red. āi meanā¦ if you want toā¦ can i have you? please?ā
the polite little plea, the way he looked like he might actually die of embarrassment if you said no, made heat bloom low in your belly. you smiled, stepping close and sliding your arms around his neck.
āyes, choso. i want you. take me.ā
the switch flipped instantly.
his hands grabbed your waistāgentle at firstāthen suddenly tightened, pulling you flush against him as his mouth crashed into yours. the kiss was desperate, hungry, all tongue and soft whimpers vibrating against your lips. he walked you backwards toward the bedroom without breaking it, kicking the door open with his foot.
but right as you reached the hallway, he pulled back just enough to breathe against your mouth, voice shaky with need.
āwhat aboutā¦ the kiddoās room?ā he whispered, eyes dark and glassy. āwe couldā¦ on their little bedāā
your eyes snapped wide, giving him a severe, shocked look.
choso froze immediately, panic flashing across his face. āno, noāi was just joking! iām sorry, i didnāt mean itāplease, forget i said that. bedroom. only our bedroom. i promise.ā
you nodded once, still giving him that stern stare, and he whimpered quietlyāan actual submissive little soundābefore he scooped you up and carried you the rest of the way, kicking your bedroom door shut behind him with way more force than necessary.
he laid you on the bed almost reverently, but the second your back hit the mattress his hands turned greedy. he yanked your shirt over your head, shoved your shorts and panties down in one rough tug, and stared at your bare body like he was starving.
āyouāre so beautiful,ā he whispered, voice trembling with adoration even as he shoved two thick fingers inside you without warning. āso wet alreadyā¦ did you miss me this much, baby?ā
you moaned loudlyāfinally allowed toāand chosoās eyes rolled back at the sound. his fingers pumped fast, curling hard against that spongy spot inside you, thumb rubbing messy circles on your clit. nothing about the way he touched you was gentle. it was frantic, almost punishing, like heād been holding back for months.
āi know, i know,ā he panted, leaning down to suck a harsh mark into your neck while his fingers drove deeper, faster. āiām sorry, you just feel so good. i canāt stop. please donāt make me stop.ā
he added a third finger, stretching you open roughly, scissoring them while his palm slapped wetly against your clit with every thrust. your hips bucked and he pressed you down with his other hand, holding you still so he could wreck you exactly how he wanted.
āgood girlā¦ such a good wife,ā he murmured sweetly against your ear, voice so soft and loving while his fingers fucked you loud and sloppy. āmaking all these pretty noises just for me. louder, baby. please be louder.ā
your first orgasm hit you like a slap. you cried out, thighs shaking, pussy gushing around his fingers. choso moaned with you, eyes half-lidded in bliss as he kept pumping through it, drawing it out until you were twitching and oversensitive.
he didnāt even give you time to breathe.
choso stripped his clothes off in seconds, cock springing freeāthick, flushed dark, already drooling precum down the shaft. he stroked himself once, twice, then climbed over you, hooking your legs over his shoulders and folding you in half.
āi love you,ā he whispered tenderly, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.
then he slammed into you in one brutal thrust.
you screamedāraw, unrestrainedāback arching clean off the bed. choso groaned loud, burying his face in your neck as he started fucking you like a man possessed. every stroke was deep, punishing, his heavy balls slapping loudly against your ass with wet, filthy smacks. the bed creaked violently under the force.
āso tightāfuckāso warm and perfect,ā he gasped, voice cracking with pleasure even as his hips snapped forward mercilessly. āi missed this pussy so much. missed making you feel good. youāre squeezing me so nicely, baby. thank youāthank youāā
his words stayed so sweet, so full of worship, but his body was anything but. he pounded into you with raw power, hips rolling in deep, devastating circles that made his cock drag against every sensitive ridge inside you. sweat dripped from his hair onto your chest. his abs flexed hard with every thrust, muscles in his arms and shoulders bulging as he held your legs open wide.
āchosoātoo deepāahh!ā
āiām sorry,ā he whimpered, but he only fucked you harder, grinding the fat head of his cock right against your cervix on every stroke. āi canāt be gentle right now. you feel too good. please let me stay deepāplease, i need it.ā
he shifted angles suddenly, hitting that perfect spot over and over until your eyes rolled back and another orgasm ripped through you. you wailed his name, pussy spasming wildly around his thick length, and choso moaned like he was the one cumming.
āyesāyes, just like that. cum on me again, my love. youāre so beautiful when you fall apart for me.ā
he didnāt slow down. he fucked you straight through it, hips snapping relentlessly, the wet squelching of your soaked pussy filling the entire bedroom. he leaned down, sucking one of your nipples into his mouth while he railed you, teeth grazing just enough to make you jolt.
then he pulled out, flipped you onto your stomach, and yanked your hips up into a deep arch. he pushed back in with a broken groan, one hand fisting your hair, the other gripping your ass hard enough to leave marks.
ālook at youā¦ so pretty like this,ā he praised breathlessly, voice soft and adoring. āmy perfect wife. taking me so well. i love youāi love you so muchāā
but his thrusts were savage. he was slamming into you so hard the headboard banged rhythmically against the wall, balls slapping your clit with every brutal stroke. your moans turned into sobs of pleasure, drool soaking the pillow as he rearranged your insides.
āchosoāgonna cum againā!ā
āpleaseāplease cum,ā he begged, voice cracking. āi want to feel it. i need it. milk my cock, baby. be good for me.ā
you shattered for the third time, screaming into the mattress. chosoās hips stuttered, a high, needy whine escaping his throat as your walls clamped down around him. but he still didnāt stopāhe fucked you through it, harder, faster, chasing his own release.
āiām closeāiām so close,ā he panted, leaning over your back, lips brushing your ear. ācan i cum inside? please, my love? i want to fill you up so deep. want you dripping with me all night.ā
āyesācum in me, chosoāā
he buried himself to the hilt with a broken cry, thick ropes of cum flooding your womb in heavy, pulsing spurts. he kept grinding deep, pushing every drop inside you, whimpering soft praises the whole time.
āthank youā¦ thank you, babyā¦ youāre so good to meā¦ such a perfect mommyā¦ i love youā¦ā
even after he finished, he stayed buried inside, rolling his hips in slow, lazy thrusts to keep his cum deep. he kissed along your spine, gentle and reverent, while his cock continued to twitch and leak inside your ruined pussy.
ācan we go again?ā he whispered shyly after a minute, cheeks flushed. āiā¦ i still need you. please?ā
you nodded weakly, and chosoās eyes lit up with that same desperate hunger.
he pulled out, flipped you onto your back, and slid back in with one smooth, brutal thrust.
āiāll be gentler this time,ā he promised softly, brushing hair from your sweaty face.
then he started fucking you even harder than beforeādeep, punishing strokes that made your eyes water and your voice crackāwhile whispering the sweetest words against your lips the entire time.
the night was still young, and choso had no intention of letting you rest anytime soon.
higuruma hiromi had been counting down the hours.
for once, the courthouse calendar had aligned perfectly: a rare full day off, no emergencies, no late-night case files, and your little one safely tucked away at school until late afternoon. the house was quiet, sunlight pouring through the windows, andāmost importantlyāhiromi wasnāt exhausted. he felt wired. alive. hungry.
you were still in the kitchen rinsing the last of the breakfast dishes when you felt him behind you. no warning. no gentle āgood morning, darling.ā just two strong hands gripping your hips and a hard, insistent cock pressing against your ass through his sweatpants.
āhiromiāā you gasped, nearly dropping the plate.
āshh.ā his voice was low, rougher than usual, lips brushing the shell of your ear. āwe have the entire day. no work. no kid. no excuses.ā he rolled his hips once, letting you feel exactly how hard he already was. āand iām not tired today, sweetheart. not even a little.ā
he spun you around, lifted you onto the counter in one smooth motion, and kissed you like a man whoād been starved for months. deep, filthy, tongue stroking yours while his hands shoved your robe open. the cool morning air hit your bare skin and you shiveredāthen moaned loud when he sucked a nipple into his mouth, teeth grazing just enough to make your back arch.
āfuck, youāre perfect,ā he growled against your breast. ābeen thinking about bending you over every surface in this house since i woke up.ā
he didnāt bother with more foreplay. hiromi yanked your panties to the side, freed his thick cock, and pushed in with one brutal thrust. the stretch made you cry outāraw and loudāand the sound seemed to ignite something feral in him.
āthatās it,ā he groaned, forehead pressed to yours. āmake noise. scream if you want. no oneās here to stop us.ā
he set a punishing rhythm immediately. hips snapping forward hard enough to make the dishes rattle in the sink behind you. every thrust was deep, heavy, the fat head of his cock kissing your cervix on every stroke. the wet slap of skin on skin echoed through the quiet kitchen, filthy and loud.
āhiromiāoh my godāslow downāā
ācanāt,ā he panted, voice strained with pleasure. āyou feel too fucking good. been holding back for weeks. today iām taking whatās mine.ā
he hooked your legs over his elbows, folding you harder, and drove in even deeper. the new angle had you seeing stars, a broken moan tearing from your throat as he pounded that perfect spot inside you without mercy. sweat already beaded on his forehead, dark hair falling messily into his eyes, but he never looked away from your faceāwatching every expression, every tear of overwhelming pleasure.
your first orgasm hit fast and violent. you screamed his name, pussy clamping down around him like a vice, gushing slick down his cock and onto the counter. hiromi groaned deep in his chest but didnāt slow. he fucked you straight through it, hips snapping relentlessly, drawing out every pulse until your legs shook.
āgood girlā¦ such a good fucking wife,ā he praised, voice wrecked. ālook at you creaming all over me already. weāre just getting started.ā
he pulled out, spun you around, and bent you over the counter. your chest pressed against the cool marble as he kicked your legs wider and slammed back in from behind. the force made your toes curl. hiromi gripped your hips hard enough to bruise, using them as leverage to rail you even harderālong, punishing strokes that had the entire counter shaking.
āhear that?ā he growled, one hand fisting your hair to pull your head back. ālisten to how sloppy your pussy is for me. so wet. so loud. been dreaming about this sound for weeks.ā
you could only sob in response, drooling onto the counter, pleasure bordering on too much. he reached around, rough fingers finding your clit and rubbing fast, mean circles while his cock continued its relentless assault.
your second orgasm tore through you even harder. you wailed, thighs trembling violently, and hiromi moaned like he was the one falling apartāhips stuttering for half a second before he kept going, fucking you through the aftershocks with savage intensity.
he carried youāstill impaled on his cockāto the living room couch. laid you on your back, threw your legs over his shoulders, and folded you in half again. the new position let him sink impossibly deeper. you swore you could feel him in your stomach.
ālook,ā he rasped, pressing a hand down on your lower belly so you could see the bulge of his cock moving inside you with every thrust. āwatch how deep iām fucking you, baby. this is what you do to me. this is how badly i need you.ā
he was sweating, muscles in his arms and chest flexing with every brutal snap of his hips. the couch creaked dangerously beneath you. his balls slapped loudly against your ass, the wet, obscene sounds mixing with your hoarse cries and his low, guttural groans.
āhiromiāi canātātoo muchāā
āyou can,ā he growled, leaning down to bite your neck. āyouāre going to cum on my cock again. right now.ā
he angled his hips and hammered that spot mercilessly. your third orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave. you screamedāloud, broken, unrestrainedābody seizing, pussy gushing around his thick length. hiromi cursed under his breath, hips losing rhythm for a moment as your walls milked him.
but he still didnāt stop.
he pulled out, flipped you onto your stomach, and yanked your hips up into a deep arch. he pushed back in with a broken moan, one hand pressing between your shoulder blades to keep your chest down while the other gripped your ass hard.
āarch just like thatāfuckāperfect,ā he panted. then he started fucking you like a man possessedāshort, brutal snaps of his hips that had the couch slamming against the wall. every thrust punched the air out of your lungs. tears streamed down your face from the overwhelming pleasure, but you pushed back against him, greedy for more.
āyouāre taking me so well,ā he praised between gritted teeth, voice rough with adoration and lust. āmy beautiful wife. my perfect little hole. gonna fill you up until youāre dripping for days.ā
he reached down, rubbed your oversensitive clit again, and you shattered for the fourth timeāscreaming into the cushion, body convulsing. hiromi finally let himself go with a deep, animalistic groan. he buried himself to the hilt and came hard, thick ropes of cum flooding your womb in heavy pulses. he kept grinding deep, pushing every drop inside you, hips twitching with aftershocks.
for a moment the only sounds were your ragged breathing and the wet drip of his cum leaking down your thighs.
but hiromi wasnāt done.
he stayed inside you, softening only slightly, and started slow, lazy rolls of his hipsāstirring his cum deeper while he kissed along your spine.
āshower,ā he murmured against your skin, voice still dark with need. āthen the bedroom. then maybe my office desk. we have hours, sweetheartā¦ and iām nowhere near finished with you.ā
he pulled out with a filthy wet sound, scooped you up like you weighed nothing, and carried you toward the bathroom. cum dripped down your legs the entire way, but hiromi just smirkedātired lawyer nowhere in sight.
today, on his rare day off, higuruma hiromi was going to fuck his wife raw in every room of the house, and you were going to scream his name until your voice gave out.
