To Mend and Break - Starts during Iron Man 2 continues down the MCU timeline.
Tony Stark x Daughter!Reader Son!OC (Twin)
Tony Stark made sure to keep his kids out of the limelight when he was granted custody of them after their mother’s death. The world knew very little of the Stark twins and Tony wanted to keep it that way. For the most part they knew one was a genius and the other was daddy’s spoiled princess. But when Tony starts acting out of control , the twins are thrown in the middle of the crossfire , allowing the world to really see them. They now have to make a choice that will change their lives forever.
oml hubby!nanamin reminding you to breathe during smex!
sorry for such the long hiatus loves :((
“where do you feel me baby? tell me.” you nails dug into the back of the man currently fucking the shit out of you, to the point where you were incoherent. your thighs pressed against your sweat glazed torso, his hips harshly colliding with yours, hitting the deepest and most sensitive spots you have.
“mmm! n-hereeeee!” you weakly moved one of your hands to your womb. he smiles, kissing your lips and then making home on your sensitive neck. where his moans and groans went straight to your ear.
nanami makes LOVE. he never fucks.
he wants you to lose yourself in the pleasure he gives you, always to the point where you’re overstimulated and almost can’t take it.
one thing nanami always noticed was how you don’t breath whenever you guys have sex. it’s not like when you ask him to slightly choke you, or when he shifts his weight on top of you when you guys are in prone bone. it’s whenever you guys are intimate in general, he has to stop and remind you every time :(
“baby, baby. breathhh.” he halts his hips, holding your face so your gaze is only focusing on him. not even a second passed and you’re gasping in and out, tears cradling down your brown cheeks. “there you go baby, there you go..” he slowly picks up his thrusts again, causing you to whine and whimper. trying your best not to fall into the habit of holding your breath again.
“m’gunna cuhmmm n-nana!” — “that’s my good girl. y-yeaa.” the knot in your stomach about to burst. his tip constantly hitting that spot that makes you feel dizzy. “it’s t’much!”
you whined. pushing against nanami’s abdomen, attempting to halt his thrusts for a moment. but he didn’t let up. “uh, uh baby. let out for me, let it out for your nana.” grabbing your wrists, and pinning it above your head.
the knot in your stomach snaps. squirting all over your husbands and thighs, coating them with your essence. it wasn’t too long until nanami reached his high. quickly pulling out and finishing on your stomach.
“did so good for me baby,” he lifted his hand from your wrist, using it to caress the side of your face.
him being rougher than usual after a long day, but you remain gentle in response. his hips crash into yours, but you just cradle his face and brush the hair out of his eyes. he bites your shoulder and you kiss his forehead. he pins your hands and your legs hug his waist.
Synopsis. Running from it? You won’t even be able to walk.
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Higuruma x Reader, Gojo x Reader, Ino x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!reader, running from it, ROUGH s, overstím, manhandIing, stopping you from running, chokíng, p sIapping, spítting, HEADLOCKS, cervíx kíssing, cuIt Ieader!Geto, exhíbitíonism (Geto), bréeding, true form Sukuna, DP, D píercings (Ino), GOJO’S POWERS, marathons, matíng presses, Iactation, slight plot, REACTIONS, pet names, swéaring.
A/N. Hope you have a lovely week <33
♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - MANhandle.
Heavenly Restriction.
Now, you knew that your boyfriend was blessed (and both cursed) with this innate power. Hell, you’d seen the consequences of it first-hand: a doorknob crushed to the shape of his hand, a jar lid that’d been accidentally smashed, a gym routine you couldn’t even imagine keeping up with.
So you really didn’t think that Toji Fushiguro would even think twice before using his powers in bed—did you?
With one hand pinning your hips down, the other looped ‘round your throat to keep you stuck in such a ruthless headlock. He’s using his superhuman strength to drill his puckered length, incredible girth swabbin’ into every tight spot. Tickling your tenderest ones. Making the skin of his pelvis glow bright red.
And after only a few vulgar thrusts, he’s bullying you into your nth high of the night.
The sudden shockwaves hit you so hard that you’re reaching out for your rickety headboard, so hard that you’re thinking of running away-
“Aht aht-” A low rumble echoes out from behind you, its sheer primal tone enough to make the hairs on your body raise. Just as soon as you’re registering Toji’s lowered tone, a sudden spank! rings out against your cunt.
And as you’re yelping in surprise, he lingers his stinging touch right over your clit. The padded tips of his fingers teasing and twisting your swollen clit, “And where do you think you’re going, hm?”
You’re biting back sobs, “N-nowhere- oh.” Right before your entire throat seems to feel the thumpin’ impacts of Toji’s pulsating red tip. Thwack! He was just so hard that you could almost taste every throb, widenin’ out your goopy walls to his length. Sloooow and sensual, so that you’re feeling each vein primally scrape its pattern out.
And it’s almost as if he’d expected your whiny denial.
Almost as if he’d expected you to react exactly like so, stupidly being tunneled by his inches.
Almost as if he’s been waiting—because in positively no time, Toji’s burrowing the slippery rotundness of his tip against your cervix. Not slow anymore - he was just bashing his circumference in until your eyes damn near bulge out of their sockets.
Such an incredible impact that only he could do, such an incredible speed. It’s leaving you stunned and shaking for a few seconds. A reverie that only Toji can break with his gruff voice, “Nowhere? Hah…” A voice that absolutely didn’t bode well for you or your poor cunt.
The next thing you’re feeling are his roughened digits, slamming down upon your folds once more. Hard. “Leaking all over the sheets- all over. It’s a fucking waterpark down there, and you call that- tch, ‘nowhere’?” His rude grunt is followed up with yet another spank- though, this time, it’s on those jittery hands of yours that still held onto the headboard. “Trying to run from my fat fuckin’ cock and you call that ‘nowhere’?”
You’re squirming your hips away at the pleasure with a whine—
“And look- look! You’re still trying to run.” He breathes, his hold on you tightening enough that you swear you heard your joints pop! “Ya reeeeally think you can run away from me? With my strength?”
“S-swear m’not…”
“How cute.” Tittering to himself, “Y’know I hunt down people for a living, doll?”
Your mouth lolls agape, just the merciless swipes of Toji’s cock down every orifice made you drool. Somehow, and the slightest rub-a-dub of his winding veins left you seeing stars.
It’s just about all you’re managing to get out before your boyfriend’s hand comes slamming down yet again - this time over your gaped maw. “So to have my girl trying to run away- ‘specially when I’m just trying to fuck her right, is just…” Beads of saliva splatter out, and Toji doesn’t even hesitate before he’s licking the mess off himself. Heavenly restriction flowing through his body, he pins you to him until your body aches lewdly. “One chance to explain yerself. I know you’re in denial because you know you did it, mama- and you’re still trying to say ‘nowhere’.”
Dazedly you can only nod, entire body quivering after the slide-slide-sliiiides of his prolonged shaft. And it wasn’t that you were just overstimulated, it’s that Toji had been hitting your favorite hidden spots for what feels like hours by now (and probably was). “Nowhere…I was just feelin’ sensitive, I promise I wasn’t– oh, fuck.”
As if to prove his very point, he’s dragging his crowned fingertips on your clit- with a particularly hard thrust that has you squealing.
Your limbs weakening, body bucking, arms weakly tugging on the pillars of your mahogany headboard. And through it all, Toji’s looking down at you with a grin.
The headlock tightens, “Still nowhere, huh?”
In shock, you’re immediately letting go of the headboard-
“Too late for that now, mama.” Toji snickers, ignoring those cute pleas of yours. He’d already given you your chance, and now you can do nothing more but arch your back against his chiselled figure, the scritch-scratch of his dark happy trail against your ass- and take it. “You know m’not a patient man…”
Your spit-glossed lips wobble, “Oh, fuck- hck!”
“Nowhere.” Toji hums, and you can almost hear the utter greed in his tone. The breathy octaves. The carnal want. In one fluid motion, he’s giving your traitorous hips two direct smacks! upon either side, and then two more on the inner parts of your thighs, one more straight onto your puffy pussylips.
Just so swollen with need- just so sensitive that you almost don’t register the final two swats he’s hitting on the backs of your hands.
Smack—smack!
Before he lets go of the headlock. Before both his hands clasp your own, fingers tight around your wrists. Toji’s easily pulling and pulling them behind your back, your arms straight and outstretched so that you couldn’t use the headboard for escape anymore- holding you up with nothing but that as he fucks you like an animal.
Bouncing your upper half in midair, inches off the sheets with how hard Toji was manhandling you - easily, at that, he didn’t even break a sweat. “Oh p-please.” You’re whimpering, your head feeling dizzy at the constant pressure from all sides. “Please I wasn’t really going to- oh, my neighbor’s going to hear us-”
“Nowhere.” But you don’t think that Toji Fushiguro can even hear you right now. “And fuck your neighbor.”
He’s driving his toned hips against you like a madman- thrashing and thrashing, bruising your softened cervix. “Nowhere nowhere- nowhere.” That lil’ mantra of his leaving him in scorching hot pants, breezing down your arched spine. Less steady than usual. Less stable.
In-between each of his feral ruts, the slamming pushes of his cock, “Nowhere.” Sometimes, your eardrums can even make out the sound of Toji chuckling following the word, like even saying it made him laugh. He’s whispering it out as if a broken record player, growing even more crazed by the second. “Nowhere- fuck- nowhere.”
“Toji, you just sound so…” And then you’re turning your head over your shoulder, just to see the expression on your boyfriend’s face- only for any and every breath in your lungs to be instantly wiped from existence. “-oh.”
Oh.
Because Toji’s drunken, half-lidded eyes—fuck, you couldn’t even begin to describe the sheer predatory glint in them right now.
Scarred lips parted into a permanent ‘oh’. The tips of his ears blushing. A thin line of sweat dribbling down the side of his temple. Biceps bulging as he was the only one supporting your weight now. His dark brows furrow in such concentration as he reels his hips back and plunges hot wads of pre straight into your womb—
“You’re going nowhere without me.”
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Shiu yawns the moment you and Toji take your seats opposite him, the soft trill of the restaurant bell still following you two. And as you look on curiously at the action, your boyfriend merely scoffs.
“That excited to see us, huh?”
Shiu smirks, “As always.” Before a more weary expression seeps into his face, and you’re noticing the dark circles that have made themselves at home underneath the other man’s eyes. “But oh- I wish. Remember how I told you I moved into that new place? Yeah, so just last night my neighbors were going at it like crazy- fuck! It’s like they were trying to break the damn bed or something, it sounded like a fucking crime scene. I didn’t sleep a wink the entire night, and by the time it was morning, they were still not done.”
Your thighs clench, still sore from your own activities last night - oh, Toji had made sure that you couldn’t run for sure. “You don’t say…”
“Hah! Serves you right, bastard.” Toji’s absent-mindedly looking through the menu for the cheapest options, “What dump did you say you ended up moving to again? So that I never have to come over- ever.”
With yet another sigh (and a yawn), he’s listing off an address that sounds oddly familiar. A building name that you knew too well. An amalgamation of numbers that was much the same as your own home’s…exept for just one digit.
And then you’re remembering that you’d forgotten to greet the new neighbor next-door.
“Wait.”
“Fuck, wait-”
♡ NANAMI KENTO - Tie, tie, again.
“So…never thought about having kids yourself?”
You snap your head to Principal Yaga so fast that you think you might’ve gotten a brief whiplash. But the man merely keeps his arms crossed, stare indiscernible behind those shades but obviously pointed in the direction of the school training ground: where your husband, Nanami Kento, was busy sparring with one of his newest students.
You watch as the pink-haired boy gazes up at Nanami with such glimmering admiration, weaving between punches that were slowed down just enough to go easy on the kid.
And you manage to squawk out, “E-excuse me-” Pupils flitting between your former teacher and the fight happening just meters away, “Did Kento say anything to you about that?”
“No.” Yaga shakes his head, though you think you catch the corner of his mouth just slightly turning upwards. “No, just…saying.”
“I see.” Your mouth was dry, and you weren’t entirely sure why. It’s not as if this isn’t a discussion that you and Nanami have had before - though, admittedly, it wasn’t at great length - but you were under the assumption that he wanted to wait. At least for the time being. Right? Right? “Are you sure he didn’t-”
“He’d make a good father, y’know.” Yaga suddenly says, and you follow his gaze to where the duel had finished by now.
Though it was inevitable that Nanami would be the winner, he was consoling Itadori with a hand on his head. Crouched down on the grassy field to whisper quiet words of motivation to the boy. Lips slightly curved in that way you knew meant he was holding back a soft chuckle. Almost like father and son.
Yaga turns to walk off, and you almost don’t want to rip your gaze from the sight. He hums, “Just saying~”
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“Don’t move a single inch, my love.” Nanami growls, his voice running ragged. “Not a single inch.”
And that was just about how well that conversation with your husband had gone.
Your bleary pupils snap open, and even through the film of tears you can make out the utterly feral expression on your husband’s handsome face. The way his sweaty blond locks plaster all over his forehead, the way his eyes narrowed, the way his jaw grit itself as he reels his sloppy hips back mere inches and thrusts—
“Oh fuh-fuuuuuck.” With your feet planted flatly on the bed, you’re curving your body up into his and rutting- and you honestly don’t know whether you’re trying to move away or down for more, more, more. “Oh my god, Kento, it feels so-”
“And there it is again.” His rugged tone cuts through your whines, and you’re shivering at the purely primal glint in it. With an almost mocking sigh, he scoops a hand underneath your hips and tugs you down.
You’re shaking, “K-Kento…”
“What have I told you now, hm, darling?” He asks, bending your jittery legs without even breaking a sweat. With a hand scooped under your hips, Nanami tugs you down so that your legs are wrapped around his hips instead of pushing against the mattress. You’re being bent so pliably underneath his big, beefy arms- “Keep your legs around my- hah, waist. You can think of tapping out after we conceive our child, m’kay?”
And then your husband plummets a few sopping swipes at the very end of your pussy, making the wads of cum inside you splosh! about.
And the only thing you can do is gasp, the only thing you can do is nod. Midway through that particular conversation, and his honed cockhead has been drilling into you for hooooours by now, and you think he’ll keep going for hours longer.
The fatness of his thick thumb slides between your pussylips, nudging at your clit. So sweetly sensitive by this point that you’re actually seeing stars—
“And there it is again.”
Oh, it just made you so much wetter when your beloved husband’s tone got so stern like that. It takes you his parched few words before you’re realizing that you’d started bucking once more- in fact, that last motion of his fingertips had left you arching all the way against his muscular front. “F-fuck, I promise I wasn’t trying to run, Kento.”
“Mhmmmm—” And that was a tone that told you he didn’t believe you. Through his foggy glasses - sliding down his handsome nosebridge - you swear you see him slightly roll his eyes, “But don’t you know that you aren’t supposed to run, my silly wife-”
“I know- mmpf, fuck…”
Just the entire orifice of your throbbing cunt being pummelled by his fat girth, he was the perfect size- with so many winding veins that massaged your sweetest spots. With his blushin’ red tip reaching directly towards your womb, Nanami tightens his grip on your waist, holds you to him, slashes every slick-speckled inch inside you. “If you knew then you wouldn’t be running, hm? Just look at the mess of m’cum you’re making already.”
Your chin strikes your chest, “I don’t see…oh.”
Before Nanami’s palm flattens over your core, and suddenly he’s pushing down on the slight inflation of his seed. “Now you see.” A creamy puddle of seed drips out between your legs, ropey ribbons of sap drenching the sheets below you. “It’s leaking out so much, what a waste, haaaah, fuck- now we’re never gonna get our pretty lil’ daughter at this rate, my wife.”
“But there’s already so much.” You’re marvelling, feeling his clingy cum fill you up all the way to your throat—it lets out the most sinful slurps as he’s thrusting his thickened length in and out.
And Nanami’s only leaning his crazed eyes closer, wilder. “But there could be so much more.”
“Oh.”
In an instant, he’s groping your hips and tugging you down- “Mmm, so much more of my cum to give.” Pulling you even deeper onto his hot, veiny length. “So much more to fill you up.” Just your slightest clench is enough to make the man spew out a few more pearly drops of his cum, emptying out all the way into your womb. “So much more of me to fuck you pregnant, pretty momma.” Until the hand on your hip grows bruising, “And you want to fucking run away…”
“Gonna- ngh, m’not—fuck.” Your mouth blabbers away, full of trickling saliva. It was so very easy for his bulbous tip to leave you stupid, somehow reaching across every ridge and crevice, and turning your brain into mush.
“Shhhh shhh sh—” Nanami drawls out, above your lecherous noises. His left hand caresses your face, wiping away a few speckles of saliva that drained the edge of your lips. “I know you won’t run away, my love. Oh, I know you won’t-” Pinpointing the door to your womb just right, he thud-thud-thuds right there. “-I know you won’t run away before I can- hck! get you pregnant. Tha’s what my beautiful wife has been asking me for, isn’t it? To breed her pretty pussy? To make that cunt mine mine mine- until everyone else just has to take one look at you before they know, too, what I’ve done with you?” He purrs, “I know you want me too…”
“P-please!” Nodding, “I want you to- ngh, I really, really…”
With a shudder, you’re letting your feet fall from his waist, arching your back into the perfect lewd curvature.
And it’s enough for a few more webbed wads of cum to escape from you- and to your surprise, this only makes your husband grin. Something feral. Something gone. His eyes widen crazily for a split-second as he takes in the mess splatterin’ in a glaze all over his v-line, “And yet you’re doing it again.”
“Oh, fuck.…”
You can only watch, with slightly widened eyes, when Nanami leans over the creaking bed. He reaches his arm out of your line of vision, shuffling with something on the bed stand.
And when he’s coming back- oh, Nanami Kento is holding none other than his favorite yellow tie.
The one with the leopard-like print that you’d gotten him a few anniversaries ago. And he’s easily letting go of your body to pin both your wrists together and loop the fabric ‘round and between them, tying you up with a pretty knot.
“Aaaand—there we go.” Nanami gently says, as if he didn’t just finish restraining you with his tie and throwing both your shaky legs over his shoulder. Knees to your chest. Scourin’ tip to your cervix. Pushing you into such a sinful mating press, “All done.”
“Mmmpf-” Teeth grit, you’re instinctually struggling against the restraint whilst he accelerates his hips like an animal—
“All ready to get fucked pregnant, my darling.”
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“Hey…Yaga-san? Is it alright to come in?” A few months later, you and your husband find yourselves shuffling inside your former teacher’s office once more. It was later after the school day, and as expected the man was still looking through reports from recent missions. He looks up as you enter.
It’s been years since the time where you’d been here for detentions and important debriefings, and now you were here for a much different reason.
Slowly, you’re intertwining your hand in Nanami’s as you both face Principal Yaga. He squeezes your hand, golden wedding ring frigid against your skin.
You take a deep breath-
“Kento and I wanted to ask whether you’d like to be our future daughter’s godfather?”
♡ GETO SUGURU - WATERWORKS!
Toshihisa Negi, commander of the Time Vessel Association, a proud core part of Geto Suguru’s ‘family’ of sorcerers, has been having a bit of an issue lately.
Nothing to do with their leader, of course!
He would never speak ill of their glorious leader - never - rather, it’s everything to do with the place of their hideout. The temple made such strange noises at night. Sometimes it’s a constant rhythmic thumping, other times it’s what sounds like nails clawing on tatami- and Negi has half the mind to believe that this particular sanctuary might just be haunted!
And that certainly won’t do for their leader, who only ever deserved the best and nothing but the best. This cacophony must certainly interfere with Geto’s sleep, which must be why his handsome face has been looking a little pale lately, dark circles underneath his eyes.
Which is why the commander took it upon himself to do a little digging, a little snooping around.
He’s sure he can catch this damned ghost and bring it before their leader (can ghosts be sued? He’s not quite sure…) But either way it’s the dead of night and there’s no turning back now. The man found himself tip-toeing through a winding hallway inside the building, the one where these noises seemed to frequent from. And if this ghost couldn’t get any more audacious, it was the floor their leader’s bedroom was in!
Butterfly net in hand, back plastered against the wall, he’s making his way through the dimly-lit corridor.
Creeping in.
Creeping in…
And there! There it is! That thud-thud-thudding noise was starting up once more. And with a gulp, Negi was tightening his grip on the net and looking into the room where it was emanating from—Geto Suguru’s bedroom.
And what he saw was, oh—
“Once.”
“I d-didn’t—”
“Twice.”
“That was just—”
“Three times you have tried to run away from me tonight, hm?” Geto’s ruthlessly cutting off your pleads, those amethyst eyes of his narrowing in a way that made his pretty face look so mean. And before you can get a proper word out, he’s smacking his fingertips down on your puckered folds.
Not once. Not twice. But three whole times that leave your swollen nub all stinging n’ raw.
Just the wet gush of your slick making you shiver, you’re somehow managing to babble out. “It- it was just reflex, it just felt so good so I-”
“But you know what I’ve told you about running from it, right?” Geto doesn’t raise his voice beyond that familiar purr. “You know?”
And it was almost a challenge to hear him beyond the smack and the smack of his clammy v-line, sticking against the backs of your ass cheeks for a few seconds. You’d been manhandled into a full nelson that was almost too sinful to even look at. To spy on.
Geto had his strong forearms looped underneath your knees, pushing your knees up to your chest. His chiselled body was in control of the pace from beneath, the entire length of his looooong aching cock shoving inside. Hard. Just vicious.
All the way from his pinkish globular tip, and uuuuup between your glistening folds. You can practically hear the grin in his throaty tone, “Or are ya fucked dumb enough that you can’t even remember, gorgeous?”
“I-I remember- I remember!” You’re sobbing out, trying to buck your body on top of his- but the only thing that does is make him pin your body to his even harder.
Geto arches his muscular body upwards, so that the large erection between those legs swerved n’ swerved constantly inside. “Oh reeeeeally—?” It’s almost a growl, a warning, and his slender fingertips slither upwards to pinch that throbbing clit of yours. “And do you remember exactly what I said?”
Hiccuping, “Y-yes–”
He twists that nub of yours, sparks flowing through your body at the act. “Hm—?”
“Yes yes yes!” Yelping, just as loud as he wanted. You’re trying to buck your sheeny hips against his- but all that Geto does is haul your legs upwards until your hamstrings scream, pushed all the way up till your tits. “I remember- ngh, I remember. You said that if I r-run away three times, then…”
“Then?”
“-then I have to- hah, squirt.”
Thwack! The rotundness of his balls end up smacking against your cunt, making a few glittery beads of slick escape your cunt- as if a premonition of what was coming. “Exactly.” There was something breathy in his tone, something that sounded as if he was on the verge of breaking. “Exactly- exactly.” Oh, he already was breaking. “Exactly, you’re going to squirt.”
“Ohhhh, please-” You’re gasping, helpless against his roughening thrusts. Harder and harder, hitting your g-spot multiple times per second. “I don’t even know if I- hah, if I have the possibility to even-”
“You can.” He hums, “And you will.”
You will, you will, you will.
You will and he was thoroughly pumping his shaft into you, just the blossomin’ red tip of his cock entering your womb. You could feel the wetness of his precum seep all over, and it was making your cunt gush out twofold. “Fuh-fuck, it just feels so good-” Running your hands down your front, holding your own core. “-can feel you all the way here.”
“Mmm—” His free hand glides up the middle of your body, just the rotund end of his index drawing a steeeeady line up to your throat. “-not here?”
And then he’s hammerin’ away even faster, hard enough that the circumference of his cockhead bangs your softness- making your entire body go on edge. “C-can feel you there too, please-” You’re writhing in his arms, but Geto’s not letting you move a single inch- you were being fucked to his sloppy pace, with his sloppy wads of precum swirling your insides. “Please, I don’t think m’gonna last long-”
“Then squirt, gorgeous.” His dark lashes flutter as he rolls his eyes, slight amusement in his voice. “Don’t even think about cumming, you better squirt.”
Your nails claw down his forearm, slipping with the thin layer of sweat. “I- I think-”
“Mhmmm—?”
“I think m’gonna-”
Just the flared ridge of his cockhead rubbin’ all over your g-spot, again and again and again. Until that particular bundle of nerves felt way too tender, and you could feel the tug at the pit of your stomach. “Squirt, gorgeous, squirt.” Geto’s hot breath wafts at your throat and down your shoulders, and you can feel yourself veering on the edge of your orgasm. “And don’t think about- hah, running away when you do…”
“I won’t—fuck.”
It’s as if you’re exploding into your sudden bliss- so much of it bursting from between your sopping pussylips that it’s like a faucet. Those splattering wads drip down from your entrance, creating a glaze along his solid inches.
Peak after peak. Thrust after thrust.
His roverin’ red tip perfectly locates your sweet spot, banging against that lil’ treasure trove until you’re almost crying from your high. “It feels so good-” You’re gasping, with your back arched so deep. “Oh my god- fuck! I can’t believe it feels so good.”
“Mmm, told you so.” Geto’s inching in so that he can take goooood long glances between your legs, at the way your sultry hole was swallowing him up with ease. Molded to his thickened girth, “Now just sit back, relax, cum-” His honed canines sink into the left shell of your ear, “-and don’t- fucking- run.”
“I won’t- hck! I won’t…”
At least, that’s what you’re telling yourself.
Braving through the incredible sensation of his puffy pink veins, they massage into every inch of your walls and make you whimper. In and out. In and out. In and out.
Toes curling.
Back arching.
You throw your head back and the only thing you’re seeing is the white of your high. Your every feeling was heightened, and you can feel the line of his slit embed deep into your cervix, as if carving out his own mark there.
And it twitches restless each time you’re clenching, it jolts, it spurts out in wads of precum after each convulse- and Geto is just fucking you like an animal. All the way until way past your high, and your hole stops splashin’ out your syrupy sap. All the way until it peters out, and Geto is still pounding up restlessly into you-
“M’high’s over, Suguru…” Your mouth lolls open, slobbering down the front of your chin. Twitching as his slick-glazed cock just keeps going faster, “I said- fuck! I said it’s over, Suguru, I can’t cum again so soon-”
“So what?”
Oh.
A shudder wracks through your entire body, and you’re in sheer awe at the way his thickened length seems to plunge into you. Rapid. Urgent. Not even proper thrusts anymore, mere half-thrusts from the middle of his vein-covered shaft just because he was so eager to feel you. “It’s just so-” And just as urgent, your body thrums with your own pleasure. “Just feels so- hck! Fuck! I can’t even speak-”
“Mmm…you can’t speak, but remember you can’t run, either.” He warns, slightly chuckling at his own joke.
“And yet- how am I supposed to help it-”
“How am I supposed to help it, hm?” Geto coos, all faux-innocence that you knew too well. Because the problem is- he was fucking you like he wanted you to run from it. Wanted you to squirm away. Wanted you to worry that it was too much. Hard and fast and rough. “I just wanna keep on fuckin’ this pretty- hah, pussy. How m’I supposed to do that if you keep fucking- running- away.” With a slight growl, those fingers on your clit squeeze once more, and you find yourself lurching off of his drilling hips with a gasp. “Just like that.”
“What-” Your eyes snap open, “Wait- wait that wasn’t me running-”
“And yet, it was.”
Such a sweet tone that he’s taking on with you, and yet his actions are so mean.
One hand moving up to choke your pretty neck, the other twisting over your clit. “I’m not a good man, honey.” He growls in your ear, thrusts speeding up. “I’m not a good man at all- no one in this city can run from me.” Until you think you might just be veering into yet another wave of bliss, mind so muddled that you barely even register it. “Not even you.”
You’re begging, nails attempting to drag down the floor. “P-please-”
“And for running from me four times, hm…how about…” You’re waiting with bated breath as he rattles on, pretending to think when you knew damn well that Geto Suguru always thought his words out beforehand. “-how about we breed you, hm?”
Fuck.
It hits you just as hard as it hits Negi, watching from the doorway—frozen.
He doesn’t know what do to - laugh at his impression that it’d been a ghost, when it was really this all along (fuck, he should’ve known), or cry because he’s never been harder in his life-
Just then for the briefest second - the briefest - Geto Suguru’s eyes meet his through the slight crack in the sliding doors.
And the glorious leader only smiles.
♡ CHOSO KAMO - Giddy up!
Which one of you was more drunk n’ gone by this point?
You had absolutely no idea.
Absolutely no fucking idea—because you were riding you pretty boyfriend until he was spilling out in great, glittering tears. Just the cutest wobble of his pinkish lips, sensitive with how many times he’d been gnawing down on them. Skin flushed a lecherous rouge all the way from the tips of his ears, down to his abs.
And the entirety of his muscular body wracked with shivers after each clench of your clingy walls ‘round him, “Hck! Fuh-fuck!” His quiet baritone shook with so many whines any time he opened his mouth, “Fuck, it just feels so good, baby.”
“S’that sooooo—?” And then there was you - quite frankly, you were just addicted to riding Choso Kamo until he was all overstimulated and tender. Because he just made the prettiest noises, just said the cutest things, just fucked you in the filthiest way.
Because he was addicted too, didn’t you know?
Those hazy chocolate eyes of his bore up into yours, “Mhm, i-it is so.” And he lets out a cracked whimper as you’re kissing away the line of drool built up on one corner of Choso’s maw. “And you better not stop until m’cumming dry, alright?”
You’re holding back a giggle at the way he was urging his head upwards, so thorough in his pleads. “But of course, Cho.”
And he was going to hold you to that.
It wasn’t just a request, it was a promise.
It was an oath- because even numerous bounces of your hips later, when your hamstrings are all screaming and sore, Choso still doesn’t want you to stop. Even as he’s feeling the sensitivity build up in his red, raw cock- Choso still doesn’t want you to stop. Even as he’s fucking beading out a few pearly beads of white from the end of his shaft—
“Some more- some more-” Choso hiccups from the back of his throat, noises wrenching out thickly. By now, the creaking of the bed was so loud that you could barely even make out his sultry words. “Just a little more- hck! I feel like m’getting close to cumming dry, baby.”
“Still just ‘close’?” You ask, through a slight gasp of surprise. “Oh, baby, your stamina is just off the charts.”
Just at that, you can feel his flared tip splash! out a few more webbed wads of cum. Such a pretty blush taking over his cheeks, “Th-thank you for that, baby.”
Grinning, and this time you’re dragging your hips reeeeeal slow along his shaft while you think. Just the sultriest figure-eights that leave the man underneath you panting and begging for more. “Mmm, but that makes me think, Cho-”
“Wh-what does that pretty mind say, hm?” He’s somehow managing out through his tears. Hanging on your every word (as he always did) even when he was being fucked stupid by your pussy, the slip-slip of your velvety walls snatching away every coherent thought in his mind.
“Hmmmm—” And with the final, loudest slurp! Choso’s grabbing the side of your right ass cheek and helping you bounce on his upright cock. Simply moving you with his strength, biceps flexing maddeningly - times like this, it’s hard to forget that his strength was simply inhuman. “Y’know how you still haven’t cum dry, Choso?” He’s fervently nodding, head throwing backwards as your speed picks up once more. “Well, m’wondering whether maybe with your- mm, half-curse body it’s possible for us to even make it out alive before you cum dry-”
“But I’d rather die than stop-” Choso cranes his head upwards in alarm, crashing his spit-glossed lips onto yours in an effort to get you to stop talking.
To stop overthinking.
To stop doing anything but swervin’ and swervin’ his rock-hard cock inside you, until each and every inch of your innards was pinpointed with his cum.
With both hands he’s grabbing either side of your hips now, pulling you down to meet his wild, thrashing bucks- “Would rather- fuck- fucking die than let go of this pretty pussy.” He’s muttering between each thrust, more to himself. “Would rather fucking die than hafta say goodbye t-to her.” Just the edge of his pinkish tongue darting out as he concentrates on hitting your g-spot juuuust right. “Would rather- hngh, oh, baby, I’d do so many things for you- but giving up when your pussy needs me is something I’d rather die than do. Would rather die- rather die- rather—”
“Oh- fuck!” You’re arching your back into his movements, now more taken over by his own vicious cadence.
You didn’t even know that your sweet boyfriend could move like this, and he was positively ruining your pussy by stretching out ridge and crevice to mold exactly to his size. Whispering, “Because just feel the way she’s clenching around me- suckin’ me in like she d-doesn’t want me t-to leave.”
Dark brows furrowed in concentration, in a way that made him look so handsomely serious as he pummelled your pussy raw. “And the way her cute womb twitches juuust like- that- she’s getting herself ready for my seed, y’know- heh.” Babbling on the most nonsensical things, the most pussydrunk, “And the way she’s just dripping- oh, it makes me wanna…makes me wanna…why are you running, baby?”
Your eyes snap down to meet his, slight shock in your voice. “Wh-what?”
“Running.” Choso’s lower lip juts out in what looks like a slight pout, and he’s running one of his hands down from your thigh to graze down the front of his abs. Down the front of where you’d left a glistening snail trail of your slick, “Look at the mess you’ve made trying to escape- ngh, why are you running from me, baby?”
“That’s probably from it smearing-” You try to explain-
“But it isn’t.” As if to prove his point, the hand at his sheeny-slicked abs moves to grip your throat and drag you back closer to him. “That thing you do- yes, that-” And that’s only when you’re noticing - the way that your hips bucked juuuust slightly upwards in sensitivity, whenever his cockhead veered too close to your battered g-spot. So that was what he was talking about. “-don’t you think of running away from me, baby.”
“I didn’t think I was…”
“Why’s she trying to run a-away? Doesn’t it feel good enough?” He’s pleading up at you, left hand now pinning your lower half to his own. You could feel every single ripple n’ flex of his waist as he fucked up into you like a madman, and it made even the man himself tear up in sensitivity. “Doesn’t this pussy like it? Hck! Don’t I hit—” Stroking the target of your g-spot until you see stars, “-eeeevery good spot so well? Do I need to cum even more inside?”
Dazedly, you’re shaking your head. “No- hah! No no, it’s not that, Cho, it’s just—”
Long lashes fluttering, Choso’s holding you down to him so tightly that his knuckles stretch themselves white. Nails digging into your flesh. Heat seeping into your body. “Jus’ what, baby?”
“It’s just that I’m so sensitive.”
And there, you’d said it.
Blinking past your tears, all there was left to do now was to watch Choso’s reaction. Just the most adorable way he was blushing down to the roots of his hair as he took in your words- took in the way that his needy cock was the one to have done that.
Mouth slightly agape.
Cock twitching inside of you.
And his mouth opens to let out a scorched pant- perhaps you’re waiting for him to say something. But before saying, Choso’s doing. Acting. Flipping your sweaty bodies over so that you have your back against the silken sheets and your legs thrown over his shoulder.
His perspired forehead sticking to yours with a slight thud, Choso’s pressing you into a fucking mating press before you even know what’s happening. “And here- this-” He crushes your limp legs tightly to himself, stopping you from squirming a single inch. “-you can’t run away in this position, right, baby?”
Your jaw drops, “I-I guess not-”
“Good.” And it’s accompanied by the most lecherous plap! of his rotund tip entering your womb, leaving bruises for days. “So you can take me until I- hngh, cum dry, can’t you?”
“Yes-” The only thing you can gasp out, like a broken record player. “Yes yes yes yes-” You were still so damn sensitive, and every rub-a-dub of his veiny shaft left you reeling. Tears streaming down either of your cheeks. Your toes curling. Back arching-
And then…just then, a sudden realization hits you.
“Wait- Choso, have you stopped your blood manipulation technique from going to your cock yet?”
“What do you-”
“How are you gonna cum dry if you- hck! keep regenerating? We’ll just never stop-”
“Oh.” And yet another few vulgar slams, another smile. “I see no problem there.”
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Perhaps it hours later, days later, weeks later—but by the time that Choso’s finally slowing down, finally letting cock dryly orgasm out into your sloppy cunt- you think you can see the sunlight filtering through the curtains.
What day was it?
“Dunno.” Choso hums—did you say that out loud. He huffs out a bark of hoarse laughter, “Yes, yes you did.”
“Mmmm.” You’re curling up into his side, feeling the splash! of ivory sap streaming between your legs.
Stuffed so full by Choso’s thickened base, “Now…have you ever heard of a ‘rut’, my baby? Especially for curses?”
♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - Four arms// Four escapes.
“I really don’t know how you do it, my lady.” The elderly attendant mutters behind her hand, catching your attention from where you both had been watching the infamous King of Curses train.
Punch after punch dealt onto tall wooden pillars.
With his bare hands.
The oak shatters easily beneath his strength, all four arms dealing powerful blows that make the ground trundle beneath your feet. And once he was done with each pillar after one or two strikes, a group of Sukuna’s attendants would totter over yet another one. Hastening to stand it upright in the middle of the dojo, and sprinting away before they, too, were caught in the shockwave.
You supposed that it wasn’t particularly the most productive pastime, especially considering that you were simply an avid spectator.
But oh—did you have much to look at.
The thin layer of sweat on Sukuna’s shirtless body, emphasizing his every prominent muscle, biceps rippling as he moved his arms, abs tensing, eyes honed in on his target. It simply sent shivers down your spine, and you find yourself almost forgetting that you’d been in the middle of a conversation - technically.
“F-forgive me, the noise of the wood is quite loud, isn’t it?” You’re explaining, turning to your attendant with much difficulty. “What was that?”
“I said I really don’t know how you do it, my lady.” She places her palm on one cheek, staring over at the scene with a sigh. “I do not wish to speak ill of his majesty, of course, but with all those extra arms, those extra eyes, those extra mouths- all that monstrous strength…”
“Yes?”
“Forgive me for asking but…isn’t it almost fearsome?”
And you can only smile, “Far from it.”
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Less than an hour later and you were splayed out all across the dojo floor - empty, now, except for you and your husband. The King of Curses. Ryomen Sukuna. Shoving you down onto the carpeted ground and shoving his dual cocks inside you.
“What was that- tch.” Sukuna’s snarling out from above you, a hint of amusement in his grumbling tone. “Ya were gossiping about me with the help, were ya? Saying such sappy things- pah! don’tcha know that a king has an image to keep up, lil’ brat.”
And you’re gasping through your tears, words slightly muffled by the way that Sukuna clasps the sweaty back of your scalp and pushes your face deeper into the soft floor. “But- but I wasn’t lying–”
“And for that yer getting it even harder.”
Because they were right - Ryomen Sukuna is merciless, he is vicious…when it’s to do with your aching hot pussy, that is.
That red, rotund ends of his shafts were so fucking hard that it almost felt like he was about to burst- swirlin’ your insides in combination with his translucent precum. Pushing his wads into even the tiniest crevices within you, he swabs his lengths against your g-spot and then straight down to your cervix.
Creating two dull thud-thuds! that make your teeth set on edge, body weakly crawling forwards from his ploughing hips. “Oh my- oh my god—ngh.” You’re clawing at the ground in an attempt to hold on for dear life, “I will stand by the fact that you’re- ngh, actually a sappy softie-”
“Ohhh, you have such a mouth on you, woman.” The bridge of his nose crinkles in a smile that almost looks like a snarl. “Is it really yours- or that pussy of yours that’s talking now?”
You throw a dopey grin over your shoulder, “Why don’t you c’mere and find out- hck!”
“Mmmm, really is that pussy talkin’ then.” Sukuna’s tutting, and you can almost hear the roll of both crimson sets of his eyes. One of his clawed hands scraping down your spine, “I know my lil’ human isn’t brave enough to challenge me-”
“But I just said-”
“-unless she just wants ta be fucked even harder.”
Even harder. Even rougher.
The sloppy, sloppy glides of his cockhead ends up hitting your every tender orifice inside- just emptying out his pre into every crevice it’d stick. It slips down the sides of your channel and ends up leaking out of your hole, a delicate stream that his second cursed tongue flops out to lap up.
The slimy edge of his monstrous tongue ends up slipping between your quivering legs, ticklin’ back and forth to gulp up your sweetened juices.
Leaving you attempting to uselessly pry your hips away with a whine, “Oh- oh my goodness. Both cocks a-and your tongue, fuck, now that’s just unfair-”
“What’s unfair?” Sukuna humans, and oh—the audacity for both his smirking mouths to snicker down at you. Just raising his pale pink brow at the way you blabber out stupidly with the scourings of his shafts, “And here I thought you said I was sappy-” The words bursting down at you after each heavy probe of his dual tips, “-here I thought you said I was soft-”
“W-well you are t’me…” Bubbling out through the miry ribbons of saliva between your lips, you push your hips back n’ forth into his maddeningly.
“And yer saying- this is soft?” Only to be shoved a proper few inches down the floor - and you don’t get too far. Because two of his hands end up on your hips, one more on top of your scalp, yet another one wrapped ‘round your neck. All of them tightening to haaaaaul you back into him- “Really? Soft? Soft?” Striking your cervix particularly hard, “Because s’feeling reeeeal hard t’me, mama.”
“It does- it does feel hard.” You’re mindlessly agreeing, and he just finds it so adorable how you’re fucked so beyond stupid that you can’t do anything but whimper out your agreements. And yet, still stubbornly, “But you’re still…”
“Heh, cute.”
It’s just so easy to grip your body from four sides and draaaag you back onto his cocks, sliding across that floor, pulled until the curve of your ass cheeks were snug against his pink happy trail.
“N’ is it because m’sooooo soft that yer trying to fucking run away, brat?” Sukuna was merciless, manhandling you to him as if you were nothing but a ragdoll. Honed, he shovels all his matching inches into yours until it felt wrong to not have him stuffed inside your cunt. “Is it? M’just too- heh, sweet that you need to escape from my fat fuckin’ cocks? Just such a big softie that you can’t even handle it?”
Insisting, “I can handle- oh.”
“And it’s because the king is so merciful that I need ta be even rougher, don’t I?”
“Oh.”
Before you know it, you’re being bodily lifted off of the floor. And Ryomen Sukuna doesn’t even need to break a sweat to have you moved around just how he wanted it, and you blink- you’re suddenly carried off the dojo ground.
Arms scrambling to latch around Sukuna’s shoulders, ankles locking over his toned waist.
He’s lifting you clear seven feet off of the flat surface, where you have absolutely nowhere to escape from his thickened cocks. Swelling even further the deeper they push inside of you, “Heh- standing up.” Sukuna’s calling out over your crackling whines, “Now you have nowhere to go. Nowhere to run-” He nuzzles you with his handsome nose, so prominent. “-from your softie, huh?”
“I don’t- fuck.” In practically no time, he’s drilling into you like an utter madman. The round ends of his lengths constantly swabbin’ your sweet spots back and forth, “When I said you were a- ngh, Kuna-”
“Oh, shush, woman.” He’s fondly rolling his eyes - his favorite hobby, fucking his wife dumb. “And fucking- take- it.”
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The next time you’re watching Sukuna train, it’s seated.
With your body sore from the day before, and your thighs still quivering. You’re clasping your hands together, gulping, as you watched on at the repetitive motions of Sukuna destroying those towering wooden pillars once again.
A sight that you found hypnotizing- oh, the way he moved-
“I must say.” Your trusty attendant pipes up from her seat beside you, “I don’t believe I’ve ever seen his majesty wear quite this many layers when he is training. Quite strange.” She turns to you, “Is he suffering from some ailment? Must I summon the royal physician?”
“I uh-” You’re blinking down at your husband who- yes, was wearing an extra training robe today, unlike yesterday when he’d simply been shirtless. Though there was a damn good reason for that. “Not that I’m aware of…”
“Then I believe it would be a good idea to have his majesty undergo a check-up.” She’s nodding fervently, leaning into the middle of the battlefield to take a closer look at the fighting royal. “After all, we wouldn’t want to miss anything when it comes to his majesty, I trust that it isn’t anything serious but nevertheless- oh!”
And it’s then that you see it - the both of you.
The way that Ryomen Sukuna’s robes shift just slightly to the side as he gears up yet another punch. The way that Ryomen Sukuna reveals his skin, decorated in a pattern of bruises and lecherous nail marks and bite marks that leave the both of you gaping.
And the attendant snapping her eyes away from the king and towards you-
“W-well, I believe we must summon the royal physician despite that.” Looking at your middle, your own skin peaking out with nail marks of his own hands. “For…other purposes.”
♡ INO TAKUMA - XOXO!
“O-oh, Taku, just the feeling of it is so…” Your mouth waters, and you’re unable to even finish your sentence at the time.
The only thing you can even think about is the feeling of your boyfriend’s long, pretty cock. It was stuck all snugly inside of your cunt, opening up even the tiniest orifices - and not just that, but you were hypnotized by the feeling of his latest Prince Alber’s piercing—
It’d been just over a month and a half since Ino had come back from the tattoos and piercings shop with a surprise. Showing off that silvery orb he’d pierced along the sensitive line of his slit.
And fuck- was it hot.
Bu the waiting had been torture.
You had to wait for weeks after until he’d properly healed, until you could finally corner him in your shared bedroom and all but pounce on him. Until you could finally, finally feel the coldness of that lil’ sphere travelling back n’ forth inside your cunt, a sensation like never before.
“You don’t hafta be nice t’me, pretty.” And oh—Ino Takuma sounded as if he was on the very verge of falling apart as he’s begging down at you. Hips rutting into yours in a mean missionary, just the classic position so he could stare at both your pretty face and your pretty cunt. He blushes, “But…but do you really like it that much?”
You’re nodding furiously, “Like it? I love it, oh—can feel exactly where it is. Just a little to the right, Taku, and you’re gonna hit my- ngh, right there.”
Easily, the frigid circle of his piercing finds itself pressin’ down on your g-spot as if it was nothing but some cute lil’ button for him to push away. “Right there.” He whispers to himself, brows furrowing adorably in concentration. “Right there, right there, right there- you know how my piercing feels all- hngh, inside you, sweetness? How you can’t hide a single spot from me now?”
“Yes yes yes—” You were just so damn wet that any time his cock pulled out, that piercing near the top of his shaft glinted with so many layers of glazed slick. “Feel so perfect inside- hck!”
“If you think that’s perfect just wait until m’hitting your pretty cervix.” Ino coos out, his right hand falling down to the side of your hip so that he could properly control where he aimed.
Your legs curled tighter around his slender waist, “Well h-hurry up then-”
“My impatient girl.”
And you don’t have to wait too long - Ino Takuma never made his pretty girl wait too long - before the curved edge of his cock finally finds your most fragile spot. And not only is he grazing it with his length, Ino is taking the time to angle his hips and rub right along that particular spot.
Rubbin’ and rubbin’.
A few times until your eardrums pop with pleasure, and you almost don’t hear the next words out of his mouth- “Y’know I purposefully got my piercing exactly where I knew it’d hit your g-spot, sweetness?” Ino proudly announces, making your jaw drop. He did what? “Because I knew my girl’s pretty pussy would appreciate it, and of course- why wouldn’t I wanna always kiss that cute spot?”
“You’re- you’re insane.” You’re somehow gasping out, your entire body overtaken by the precise way that his Prince Albert’s piercing massages your nerves. “Oh my god, you’re driving me insane.”
“Mmm, in a good way- right?”
It takes you a few more cold smooches against your g-spot for you to finally snap - your legs planting upon either side of the mattress as you thrust yourself higher up the bed. Jerking sensitively every time Ino successfully manages to knock-knock-knock his mushroom tip against your g-spot. “I mean-” You hiss, “I mean- yes- fuck!”
“But then why are you running away…?”
After Ino’s pouty question, he’s grabbing a good handful of your waist and lugging you back down onto his cock. Your eyes snap open as you hit his toned v-line with a smack! fully plunged with his cock- before he’s starting his rugged pace once more.
Hips rutting down into yours like such an animal- “Why are you running?” He breathes, almost as if he couldn’t quite believe your action himself yet. “Don’t run from me, pretty, we still have so much to doooo—”
“M’not really-” But then his cold cold orb lodges against your g-spot once more and you swear you see white, “Oh my god-” Body moving instinctually before your mind once more to bounce away, “-holy fuck, it just feels too good.”
“If it feels too good then maybe this pretty pussy just needs to learn how to take it, hm?” He’s questioning, one brow raised. Pleading, “Don’t run, please.”
“I c-can’t help it- oh.”
And then…and then the strangest thing, Ino finds himself looking forward to that helplessly cute way that you’d try to steady your wobbly legs and push up the bed- as if you were torn on whether you wanted to escape or come back down for even more of him.
He’s finding himself hypnotized.
Finding himself addicted.
Ino’s growing even impossibly harder every time he has to pretend to roll his eyes, perhaps even sigh. And with the most sleazy smirk on his face, he’d clap his hand down upon your hips once more and gyrate your body back down. “But I haven’t even gotten ta kiss every part of you with this- ngh, piercing yet, pretty.” He’s throwing back his chestnut bangs and pouting, “First I hafta kiss your pretty clit here—mwah!”
Pulling out, you shiver and twitch once he taps his bulbous piercing down on your sensitive nub. “Oh my- ngh.”
“Don’t run.” He’s pinning you back down to him, until your clit gets crushed underneath the mass of his body, the tufts of his happy trail. “And theeeeeen I hafta kiss that s-sweet g-spot right here. Mwah!”
Precisely striking your g-spot with that metallic addition.
You’re bucking wildly a few times before you realize that you’re not going anywhere with Ino pinning you down. And it’s times like this that his strength, trained with so many missions, so many exercises, really left your cunt soaked.
Letting off the sappiest squelches as he keeps drilling his vein-covered shaft in- “And then- oh, can’t forget your cute cervix. Mwah!” Just sliiiding his cold piercing down the sopping wet end of your pussy, it draws frigid lines there that you feel even as Ino’s pulling back to do it all over again. “And your womb- oh, how I love her always. Just the sweetest gal, askin’ for my cum—mwah!”
You gasp, “Oh, you’re j-just so filthy, Taku. Didn’t even know you had this side of you.”
“Well, the piercing just has me appreciating every inch of you that I get to call mine, sweetness.” He hums, dragging his kiss-swollen lips down yours. “And next up is gonna be these pretty lips of yours- mwah!”
Shuddering at the implication, you couldn’t move even if you wanted to- and even though that’s what Ino was manhandling you into the entire time, well…
He couldn’t believe it himself, to be quite honest. He’s already hankerin’ for the way those glossy walls of yours would clench around him, would move all over and stir his thickened cock. You just had him drunk on your pussy with just a few sultry swerves.
And he’s holding one hand to your hips, pressing you against his toned pelvis- “Hey- hey, pretty.” Getting your attention, now matter how stupid you were fucked by him. Ino was already starting to move your hips by himself, signalling you to fuck back- “How about s’your turn to get kissed by me this time, hm?”
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The tattoo and piercings shop got a speedy appointment the very next day, and their brows slightly raised when they saw the name written down on the register.
INO TAKUMA—3:15PM APPOINTMENT TODAY
(MORE GENITAL PIERCINGS—POSSIBLE JACOB’S LADDER?)
So this was the very customer that’d wanted a Prince Albert’s piercing less than two months ago, and had nearly cried on the chair whilst getting it- though, despite how many times the piecers had suggested perhaps they do something else for the day, it was almost admirable how adamant he’d been. All for his lovely girlfriend, you, it seems.
Ultimately he’d ended up talking about you and showing pictures throughout the entire experience, leaving half the store swooning and the other half disgusted yet happy for the two.
And if he was coming back then- well, they can only assume that the surprise piercing went very, very well.
♡ GOJO SATORU - MARATHON
“Satoru?”
“Yes, my beautiful wife~?”
“Can reverse cursed technique be used in bed?”
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And that was exactly what’d gotten you into this mess in the first place.
With your face pushed into the mountains of your pillows, now drenched with all the pathetic droolin’ you’d been doing these past multiple hours. With your ass held high in the air, your skin there stinging and raw with constant impact.
Quivering at the next—
“Come on.” Gojo’s hoarse bass echoes out from behind you, enough to send goosebumps skittering across every inch of your body. “Come on come on- come on-” Because oh—he just sounded so unsteady. So gone. So ready to snap any and every second he’s plunging his red, wettened tip into your insides.
Voice breathy. Octaves higher.
Earlier, you’d made the mistake of slightly attempting to escape his aggressive thrusts- out of sheer surprise at the filthy pressure. And now - instead of being offended, instead of ignoring it, instead of rolling his eyes at your dramatics - your husband was urging you to do it again.
More.
Faster.
Further.
Shaking every time he’s reeling his hips back to slam into the deepest depths of your cervix, throwing you forwards a few inches down the bed. And Gojo’s watching the entire thing unfold with nothing but a shaky chuckle at the way your poor body was nothing but mush against his maddened pace. “Come on- come- fuck! come- on.”
“Oh my-” You’re throwing your head back, only for Gojo to lean forwards and bite down on the side of your neck like some animal in heat. “Oh my- hck! god- when you s-said regeneration, I didn’t think you’d be able to last- ngh, this long.”
“Come on- fuck, you mean my stamina, sweetheart?” And it was a pure wonder that he was able to even register the words you were saying, let alone form a coherent response. “My stamina’s always been like this, pretty girl…”
And as he trails off, you’re holding your breath- for the way that he’s then slamming a few greedy fingertips down on your clit and letting it buzz with sparks of cursed energy. “Oh fuck- oh.”
Gojo coos as you start to buck with the pleasure that flashes behind your lids, “It’s just that- oh, with my reverse cursed energy now—” He’s leaned up so close behind you that you could feel the glissade of his toned core, abs massaging down your spine. “-I don’t have to worry about breaking bones.”
And something in his tone told you that he was well and fully capable of doing so.
Well and fully.
He drags one of his training-roughened hands down the sides of your body, soothing all those sore tendons and ligaments. “So don’t be afraid to go all out, sweetheart.” Gojo’s humming, voice airy- with just an inkling of something…dark that sets you on edge. “Don’t be afraid to…h-heh run if you need to.”
“R-run?” You’re repeating after him. And you’re only halfway through your wonderment at just why you might need to run, when you’re getting your answer already.
When Gojo’s pummeling his puckered edge into you until you’re seeing stars- and you’re just so overstimulated that his strawberry divot has you crying out.
Body quivering as you jerk just a little, move just a little off of his rhythmically drilling shaft. Almost running from it.
And you swear that Gojo’s half-lidded peripherals burst with a faint few bolts of lightning as he catches the act, lips squiring up into a shattered smile. “That’s right-” One hand of his finds itself latched onto the back of your neck, forcefully bouncing you back n’ forth. “That’s right that’s right- run, my pretty little wife, run. Come on, run.”
“Satoru—” Whining out, your body can only weakly take his thorough pushes. Shivering as you pap! your hips down onto his, his cum from round prior sploshin’ all around. “Satoru it’s just s-so much…”
That’s all it takes for his blushin’ tip to throb just a little bigger deep inside of you, Gojo’s voice turning breathy as he exclaims. And any time you moved, he would just draaaag you back down. “O-ohhhh, yeah keep saying that. Just a little further, come on now- mhmmm, further.”
“T-trying—”
A cool breeze of reverse cursed energy refreshes your muscles, “Come on. Coooome on, this pretty body can give me a little more- s’just so cute how you keep runnin’ from it but still come back down for more. A little further now, my wife.”
“So bossy.” You’re huffing out.
“Oh yeah, that’s right-” And Gojo’s upturning his pretty pink lips and giggling—the audacity! He leans his weight further down on your lower half, making the gravity of it push you further up the creaking bedsprings. Whispering into your ear, “Does that make you wanna run from me, sweetheart? Wanna- hck! show me what I’m missing? Make me beg for you back again?”
“Yes-” You’re gasping, your entire body still aaaaaching- even despite the reverse cursed energy that flowed through you. As you didn’t have the years of training and stamina that he did, “Yes yes yes, it makes me want to…”
Your mouth waters once Gojo’s tip expertly locates your g-spot- so bruised by now with his constant thrashes. He tap-tap-taps against there a few times, “Makes you want to what, hm?”
“Makes me want to—oh.”
And you’re not quite sure what was about to fall out of your mouth, you’re not quite sure what you were even thinking at that point - because in a split-second, you’re crashing into your nth high of the night.
With your body dropping drunkenly down onto the bedsprings below, and your eyes glazing over with a fresh bout of overstimulated tears. Toes curling. Mouth squealing his name like a mantra.
Gojo has so much fun simply starin’ down at his pretty wife and sighing fondly - how cute. How easy it was for him to let his cursed energy go out of control- invisible tendrils of power lift you off of the bedsprings, raising you in midair. “I thought I told you to fuck back t’me- I thought I told you to run, my pretty girl.”
“I-I tried-” You’re sobbing, feeling his thick tip thud your g-spot without even trying - as expected, you’re looking over your shoulder and gasping at the lightning sparking around his eyes. He was using his Six Eyes to find your g-spot each and every time.
“Mmm, you tried? But s’not time to- ngh, tap out just yet, y’know?” He drawls out, amused. Those coils of Gojo’s power still keep you moving to his every whim and want- “How about there- the headboard. Try n’ grab it if yer gonna run, might just help you.”
Arm limply reaching forwards, “L-like this?” And it’s Gojo that has to help you properly clasp onto it, too. The audacity.
“Yeahhhh come on now.” He snickers, “Try to run- yes like- oh, put your back into it, sweetheart.” Whilst he’s pounding your geysering orifice like he’s just gone wild, he’s encouraging you to move your body. “Just a bite more- aw come on.” And just like that, he’s dragging you back down onto his furious cock with ease. “You’d never make it on the battlefield against me- heh.”
“Well you are the strongest.” You’re blubbering out, and it might just be the most sensible thing you’d said all day.
“Heh, you got that right.” Gojo hums, the prettiest pussydrunken smile on his face. He ends his ruby-red tip out at your cervix with a wettened squeeeelch! “And m’fucking you like it, too.”
The final lewd noise before your cunt gets plugged up again with so many webs of cum, the ropey lines of it taking over every inch inside you.
He lets his sweaty head fall back with a groan. His back arching into yours. His hips pinning you down to stuff you full, despite how insistent he was on letting you squirm away to your heart’s content. He wasn’t leaving a single bit of space for you, and Gojo watches with a smile at the way the ivory sap gleams out from your pussylips.
Gojo watches with his Six Eyes at the way the ivory sap gets fucked even deeper inside of you, ending up embedded all the way into the backs of your womb-
“Mmm, I think it finally took, my wife.” He announces.
And you have to look over your shoulder with a gasp, “It- oh.”
But Gojo Satoru wasn’t going to give your pussy up that easily, “Now, how about a study on whether infinite void can be used in bed?”
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.
.
Gojo wanted to burst out laughing, he really did.
He watches Yaga’s face grow paler and paler by the second, by the neat lines, of his jujutsu report. It was probably the first one he’s done since- well- ever (semantics), and if you asked Gojo himself then he’d tell you that he did a damn good job of it.
Diagrams and annotations and all.
Anecdotes, too.
The council of elders wanted a report of his cursed prowess, then they were going to get it.
And by the end of it, Yaga’s dark brows were lifting above his sunglasses- and the hand that’d been holding the report had started to grip it so hard that his fingers were breaking through the paper. “Ay! Easy there, Yaga-san, I only printed out one of those and it’s actually a very through deep dive on the use of my powers in sexua-”
“Gojo Satoru, you’re fired.”
♡ HIGURUMA HIROMI - T(rack)star
“Aww, my poor angel.” Higuruma, your loving husband, rubs your nipples softly through your ratty t-shirt. His fingertips alternating between rolling over and just lightly massaging your hardened nubs, slightly cracked from your recent bout at breast-feeding.
He hums to you gently, nudging his face along the inner part of your throat so that you can seep in his calming familiar musk. “So you’re saying that our daughter has been biting on my wife’s pretty tits too hard, hm?” And you’re nodding, wincing at the memory of your young daughter - you love her, of course, but she’d just started teething and the pain was getting almost unbearable during feeding time. “I’ll have to have a stern talk with her.”
You laugh at his half-joke, so deadpan. “My hero. But no- all I really need is some time to relax, I think.” Sadly gesturing at your tits, “Maybe pamper these girls a little.”
“I’ll book you a spa day at once- for tomorrow.” Higuruma states, eyes darkening with intent. “And a getaway next month, perhaps for just us. And we’ll start to wean her onto bottle-feeding, it’s about time, anyways. And…”
“And?” You’re raising a brow.
And oh- the way he was looking at you just now…“And for now…I have another solution.”
Less than two hours later and you find yourself flatly on your back, coursing through your second orgasm of the night. The sheer primal bliss rips through you and makes your limbs twitch each n’ every time Higuruma was fucking you through your high.
He was ruthless with it, just swipe-swipe-swiping away any droplet of your slick inside n’ replacing it with his own clingy sap. Claiming you from the inside out, he’s letting his translucent pre overflow from your leaky hole. Muffled, “Feels- mmpf, feels good, sugar?”
“Y-yes—” You’re trilling out, unable to help yourself. Before you’re glimpsing down at the vision of your husband, “Don’t talk with your mouth full, Hiromi.”
He pops off of your right nipple with a wettened plop! “My apologies.” And swear you can catch a thin line of saliva glide down a stern edge of his lip, something so out of place for your attorney husband. “How m’I supposed to be a father if I don’t even- hah, know manners myself?”
“Exactly what m’saying.” You huff, back arching- the nubs of your nipples were all glazed with his spittle, cold against the bedroom air. And you almost missed the hot cavern of his mouth- “H-Hiromi—”
“Mhmmm…” His eyes look down at your bitten-over tits all dreamily, lashes batting. “M’here- your husband here for you, my pretty angel.”
“Just want you to- fuck!” And he’s exactly back where you want him - with his gaped maw rovering over your nipples. Kissing. Licking. Biting. Loving.
He’s paying equal attention to both, swirlin’ the hot edge of his tongue over and over each one- before popping off and sucking on the other. Right as he pummels his achin’ cock into you, he massages your tits—bulbous tip twitching each time he gnawed down on the softness of your tits, and you swear you can feel him swell just a lil’ bigger inside of you.
Your husband was just ravenous- nostrils flaring like he didn’t even need to breathe, face flushing red with exertion, a thin line of perspiration running down his forehead and he can’t even stop.
“There there—” Purring, voice thick in the back of his throat. “Does it feel just a lil’ better, sugar- these soooore pretty tits, after a long day of nursing my daughter? And you- heh, you taste like sugar.”
Your jaw drops, chin falling down to your chest- meeting Higuruma’s sultry stare dead-on. “Wh-what are you talking about, Hiromi?”
Letting his pearly white canines lightly snag on your left areola, he’s humming from the back of his throat. “S’exactly like I said- y’know I’m a lawyer, angel, I don’t mince my words…much.” Lightly snickering, he’s then sucking on your tits- trying to squeeze both pretty nubs into his mouth. “But fuck- you taste so sweet…so creamy…” Dark eyes taking over a glazed look, “-almost like…milk.”
“Milk?”
And it wasn’t at all the first time that your husband had buried himself in the valley of your chest, sucking on your nipples like his favorite candy. But it was the first time since you’d had your daughter, considering the hectic schedule that came with raising a child- and Higuruma was positively lavishing your poor breasts with attention.
And it was the first time he’s saying that sucking on your swollen, sore nipples tasted anything like…milk.
With a hitched gasp, you’re reaching your dominant hand down and pryin’ aside one corner of Higuruma’s lips. Where he leans into the touch- where his kiss-bitten maw falls ajar for you- where he’s letting a thin stream of something milky white spill out.
“Oh- oh my god…” You breathe, “Hiromi, I’m lactating right now-”
“Mmmm—” He’s drunkenly opening his mouth even wider to lap at your overspillin’ nipples, the sappy gush of milk falling straight to his gullet. Greedy. Gluttonous. “I know.”
“Fuh-fuck!”
Because, as if it was even possible, Higuruma’s increasing the sloppy staccato of his hips. Letting his thick cock somehow swell even bigger. Redder. He was just so hungry scourin’ into every inch of your depths, pinpointing a bead of white precum for every ounce of milk that you were letting out.
A few stray trickles fall down his chin and Higuruma’s instantly darting his tongue to lap it up, not letting a single dewdrop go to waste. “Mhmmm—m’fucking you alright, sugar.” Slurring through his words, it’s almost as if he was pussydrunk and milk-drunk. “Fuckin’s what got these pretty tits all filled up with- ngh, sweet sweet milk, hm?”
“W-well-” You can’t help but arch your hips- unsure whether you wanted them away or papping! back down onto his for more, more, more. “Well, you’re right but-”
“Oh, I know m’right.” With a few more vulgar thrusts, you’re almost numb with pleasure.
Reaching everywhere - anywhere - for something like a lifeline, something to ground you to the constant bashes that Higuruma was roverin’ out on your walls. With so many veins that dappled along your sweetest spots, “You are-” Jerking, “You are and- oh, fuck, it just feels so—” Your milk coming out in streams—and fuck, the sight was just so lecherous. Higuruma gone on your cunt, gone on your overspilling tits.
“And I wonder if…” He briefly pauses in the middle of his lil’ monologue, leaving you curiously peering upwards at his hazy expression.
Before you even know what he’s doing, Higuruma has his hands detached from one of your tits and dragging you just a few inches deeper down his throbbing shaft, all the way until the tuft of his neat curly hair scratches against your clit. A carnal itch. His baritone sounded so damn serious as he rumbles—“No running.”
You shiver, “I- I wasn’t-”
And your husband’s shaking his head, lightly tutting at the way you’d just been so far from him. “Now now, then why are you so far away—?” Higuruma’s thick cockhead flinches inside of you, making you buck away once more in surprise- “Ah ah- I said no running, angel, how m’I going to- hah, fuck you pregnant again?” Just slobbering down the peaks of both your tits, letting himself gurgle on the creamy liquid. Just choking on it- “And make you leak outta these pretty tits twofold?”
You weren’t even sure if he was making sense at this point- and you weren’t sure if you were, either. Just rounding your hips down to meet every inch of his overeager cock, “I don’t know if it even…” Before you’re looking down at the utterly feral expression of your husband once more, “Well, maybe it could work…”
“Hah-” Higuruma cracks a smirk, still unwilling to detach himself from your nipples. “-s’what I thought, my beautiful wife—now get ready- don’t run.” He has a hand ‘round your throat instantly, pinning you down. “Ngh, you taste like yer about to cum again.”
“Oh, fuck.”
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You wake up feeling refreshed, a deep contentment in your bones that you haven’t felt in nearly forever.
Just slowly blinking your eyes open, just lazily sinking into the soft mattress of your bed- you know instantly by the brightness that you’d slept in late. And it wasn’t just because of last night that the world seemed just a little bit brighter.
“Fuck-” You’re hissing, sitting up on the bed in a panic. There were so many things that needed to be done- for staters, breakfast, and then getting your daughter ready for her debate lessons, and then you had to kiss your husband goodbye and- “Fuck fuck fuck- fuck-”
Nearly tripping over yourself (or maybe you do, you can’t quite keep track in your urgency) you tumble out of the bed and look over at the clock on your bedside table. 10:45AM. Why hadn’t your alarm woken you up already?!
Struggling to find your clothes from where they’d been…thrown around the bedroom, you’re just about to shrug on a robe of yours and race downstairs when-
“Shhhh, honey- don’t rattle those plates, you’ll wake mommy.” Higuruma’s calm, gentle tone speaks out - to none other than your daughter, you’re guessing.
“Okay!” Pipes a sweet voice, a tiny rattle of plates. And you’re assuming that your husband reached over to grab them himself, because she then says- “No no, I got it, papa. It’s your off-day so you should relax, too. I wanna surprise mommy with bed in breakfast.”
making your big and strong boyfriend submit to you was incredibly fun. Tying him to a chair, watching his cock get hard as you slowly undressed in front of him, grinding your wet pussy across his clothed cock, making sure he can feel your heat through the fabric. You laugh when he groans in frustration, his muscles bulging out from the rope around his skin. He fights so hard to get out, itching to get his hands on you, needy and desperate to feel you. Instead, you tease him for what seems like hours. He whines, throwing his head back when he feels your soft hands graze his aching cock.
“What’s the matter?” You innocently blink up at him.
“Come on, baby,” he sighs, “just get me outta these fucking ropes.” He breathes heavily, eyes following your every move when you stand back up. “F-fuck…god, you look so fucking perfect. Let me touch you, please, please—what…where are you going?” You walk around towards the back of the chair, resting your hand on his shoulder.
He strains against the ropes, pulling against them but ultimately failing. “You’re gonna leave marks on your skin if you keep doing that,” you giggle, running your hand along his chest.
“You’re not being fair,” his breath hitches. “I swear I’ll behave…just let me at least touch you.”
“Oh, but, sweetheart,” you stand in front of him again, climbing into his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck, “you and I both know you’re not going to behave. You always get to have all the fun!” You pout.
“Ohhh, fuck fuck,” he whispers under his breath when you glide your slit along his cock. His eyes clench shut, biting down on his bottom lip. “Baby,” he breathes, “get me out of these fucking things. Im not playing around.” He grunts, his cock aching, damn near ready to explode just from getting a simple pussy job.
“Mmmm, let me think…no.” You smile at him, moving your hips faster.
He lets out a choked moan, wiggling against the ropes, but the more he moves, the more friction he creates. His cock and balls already feel full and heavy, and he knows he could cum any minute now if you keep teasing him like this—with your tits bouncing in his face and your juices coating his dick.
“Stop, stop, stop, you’re gonna make me cum,” his mouth drops open, breathy moans and gasps escaping. “Baby,” he gasps, “fuck, I’m close! Oh shit, shit—mmmph, wait…why are you slowing down? No, no! Baby! Fuck!” He shouts in frustration.
You laugh in his face, climbing off of his lap to watch his cock throb, veins pulsating, the tip swollen and red. “Sorry, were you going to cum?”
“Yes! You know I was! Shit! Fuck you!” He whines, thrusting his hips upwards. “Why are you doing this, huh? Is it because you want a little bit of control? Well, I’ll give to you. You got me, yeah?” He nods.
“Wow, you’re really trying your hardest to get out of these ropes aren’t you?”
He sighs in defeat, eyes fluttering shut. His cock is leaking, looking for any sort of relief whether it be from you or himself. At this point, he might just cum without even being touched. He so fucking hard it hurts. He sits there, watching as you bend over in front of him, giving him a perfect view of your ass and leaking pussy. His eyes soften, desperate at just the sight of it. What he would do to taste you, touch you, be inside of you.
“Is this what you want so badly?” You look back at him, arching your back further. Your hand reaches between your legs, giving your pussy a few light smacks.
He sits there like a man stuck in a daze, watching intently at how you rub and smack and your cunt, playing in his face, spreading it for him. He could feel his entire body heat up, breathing heavy, almost like he was about to cum. But how? Could he really cum without being touched? Was sitting here tied up, watching you play with yourself truly enough to get him off?
Before he knew it, thick ropes of cum shot everywhere, his hips twitching as cum landed on his pants, shirt, the floor. “Oh my god! Fuck!” He groaned, sucking in a breath. His head fell back, the intensity of it all draining him. Was he still cumming? Yes, yes he was. He was left shaking, voice trembling when he lifted his head and called out to you. “Baby.”
You sat there in awe, watching the entire thing go down from start to finish. Firstly, you’ve never seen him cum without being touched. You thought that was a myth. Secondly, you’ve never seen him cum so much, it quite literally got everywhere. “Wow,” you laughed, looking at him.
“I feel like I’m gonna fucking pass out.” He stared at you with low lidded eyes. “Fuck,” he sighed. “What did you do to me?” He cocked his head to the side.
“I didn’t expect that at all.” You slowly stand to your feet, stepping towards him. He looks completely drained, and you wouldn’t blame, especially after that orgasm.
“Untie me, please,” he softly says, barely having the energy to speak. Without hesitation you undo the knot, letting the rope fall to the floor.
“Are you…okay? I don’t want to make you stand if you’re actually going to pass out.” You gently stroke his hair, allowing him to rest his eyes and catch his breath.
“Just come sit on my lap. I need to hold you.” You climb into his lap, curling up as he wraps his arms around you, hugging you tightly as he finally gets to touch you. “How’d you do that?”
“I honestly don’t know,” you chuckle. “I’m shocked too.”
“That was the most intense orgasm of my life. I don’t think I’ve ever came for that long. And my legs were shaking. Is that how you feel?” He smirks.
“Baby, I think you take top spot to be honest.” You raise your brows.
“Yeah, well, maybe we should try it again.”
tbh I was picturing any of the jjk men with this one so that’s why it isn’t character specific bc I’d tie up any of them tbh hehehe
♥︎ ݁ 𓏲 18+ mdni ﾉ your boyfriend turns into a #certifiedslut during bulking season
bulking-season him doesn’t just look different—he feels different. it’s in the weight of him when he lays on you, the way his chest seems broader overnight, how his thighs take up more space on the bed. his whole body feels denser, heavier, like he’s carrying an extra layer of warmth that only you get to touch. even his hugs change; he used to wrap his arms around you, now he engulfs you, pulling you into his chest until you can barely breathe, whispering, “missed you,” like it’s a confession.
you notice it first in the mornings. the way he stretches and his back looks huge—muscles thick and carved, delts rounded, veins standing out along his arms because he’s been lifting like a demon. when he grabs your hips, his hands feel bigger, rougher, more demanding. he picks you up without warning now, with this effortless strength that makes your stomach drop. you’ll squeal and yell at him to put you down, and he just laughs, voice still raspy from sleep, “can’t. i like carrying you.”
and oh god—the appetite. not just for food. bulking-season him fucks like he’s starving. like he’s been thinking about you all day, every rep, every set. he comes home already half-hard, chest pumped, smelling like sweat and something primal, and the second he sees you? it’s over. he doesn’t even take his shoes off sometimes—he crowds you into a wall with his newly heavy body, one big hand sliding under your shirt, the other grabbing your ass like he owns it.
he kisses you messy, urgent, teeth grazing your lower lip, and you can feel the extra weight behind every movement. he’s stronger. more grounded. when he presses you into the bed, you feel the difference—the solidness of him, the warmth that rolls off his skin, the way his thighs cage you in and you know there’s no moving him even if you tried.
and he gets feral when he’s inside you. something about the bulk makes him rut harder, deeper, like he can’t get close enough. he holds your hips still with those thick hands and fucks into you with this steady, overwhelming force that makes your vision blur. his groans are deeper, too—lower, almost animal-like—like the sound is coming from somewhere way down in his chest.
he’ll pin your wrists above your head, muscles flexing, veins popping along his forearms, and say shit like: “hold still. let me have you.”
“you can take it — c’mon, pretty girl.”
“fuck, you feel even tighter when i’m bigger.”
and when he gets close? he grabs your thighs and folds you so easily it scares you a little—not rough, just strong. the kind of strength that comes from weeks of training and eating like he’s preparing for hibernation. he buries his face in your neck, fucking into you harder, faster, chasing his release with this raw, hungry determination that makes you feel devoured.
afterwards, he’s still panting, still heavy on top of you, one big hand stroking your thigh like he’s calming himself down. then he grins—tired but still cocky, and murmurs, “round two in ten minutes. just need a snack first.”
and he means it. because bulking-season him isn’t just horny… he’s insatiable. he's stronger. heavier, hungrier—and every part of him feels made to ruin you.
tonight i bring u dad bkg who just wants to fuck his wife . tomorrow? who knows. (probably more bkg it's all i do)
it’s hungry, the way he’s got you— katsuki’s mouth all over you, teeth on your shoulder, breath hot against your throat, hands everywhere, greedy and starved. the sun isn’t even up but you can feel it— his need, your own. the room is cool, but every inch of you he touches burns.
you’re spread out beneath him, legs bracketed around his hips, one hand fisted in his wild morning hair. katsuki’s biting off his own sounds, gritting his teeth to keep quiet, rutting slow and desperate. you keep arching into him, biting your lip so hard you might bruise.
“god, baby, fuck.” he whispers, so close you can feel his voice more than hear it, his hips rocking against you, his fingers tangled with yours, your other hand clamped over your mouth so you don’t cry out for the whole house to hear.
he’s shaking, sweating, muttering filth into your ear— and you’re both about to come, strung out and so, so close. you can feel him tense, that ragged, trembling edge where he’s about to lose it, and he can feel you right there with him.
and then—
that tiny voice, floating from down the hall:
“… mama?”
you both freeze— katsuki’s eyes blown wide, panic and pure devastation in his face.
“he’ll go back to sleep,” he gasps, rutting his hips once more, desperate, “just a sec, babe, please, i’m so fucking close—”
but then the door handle rattles.
a second soft, and more insistent, “mama?” follows.
the two of you jump— a full-body, heart-stopping jolt. heads bonk together in your mad scramble for decency, you yelping and clutching your forehead, katsuki cursing under his breath, caught mid-thrust and now halfway off the bed.
he’s quick, but not quick enough to avoid smacking his forehead into yours a second time as you both try to untangle. he curses again, but then he softens instantly, cradling your face and kissing your forehead (right where it hurts) with a breathless, sheepish, “sorry, babe, shit— my skull’s a weapon.”
you snort, muffling laughter into your pillow, and hiss at the ache, eyes watering as you hear your little boy outside the door.
rock-paper-scissors is out the window; katsuki’s already grabbing for pyjama pants, grumbling the whole way, but his eyes are softer than you’ve ever seen. “don’t think this gets you off the hook. you owe me. i’m collecting during nap time.”
you stick your tongue out, shameless, watching his back as he pads to the door.
he opens it a crack, hair wild, eyes tired but warm. “what’s up, bud? s’early y’know? me ‘nd mama were sleepin’.”
kichiro blinks up at him, fox plush squished against his chest. “wanna make pancakes, papa. but i want mama.”
katsuki sighs, defeated cause he wanted mama too, and just shakes his head, reaching down to ruffle kichiro’s hair— his hair, copied and plastered onto his sons little head. “yeah, alright. mama's sleepin', gotta let her or she'll get cranky 'rember? gimme a sec, buddy.” the kid nods, shuffles off toward the kitchen, and katsuki throws one last look over his shoulder— full of promise, of bratty pettiness, but mostly affection. “nap time” he mouths, pointing at you with a mock glare.
you grin into the pillow, heart pounding, equal parts frustrated and full. because, really— this is everything you wanted. messy, chaotic, too much love to fit in one bed.
[Transcription: "A wild animal, when caught in a trap, will sever its own limb if it means it will get to escape. The coyote bitten by steel teeth knows nothing but to wrap its jaws around its leg to get free, the climber under the boulder knows only to drag his pocket knife across his arm until he is clawing up the slope one-handed. Hydra's new toy is much the same, single-minded, a desperate hand against cold metal and scar tissue that forms too quickly, clawed fingers raked against raw flesh over and over and over. Steadily the blood falls, in beads that slip between the plates of the machinery the creature seeks to shake."]
So I've been consumed by the winter soldier brain rot and I'm having feelings about Bucky so I'm drawing those feelings and inflicting it on you :3
Everyone check out dangerwr1tes on ao3!!! He's the man who wrote the one shot in the background :)
(he's also on Tumblr ( @salemdanger ) but he. Does not post on there /silly)
bakugou katsuki x f!reader — 18+, bsf!bakugou, fingering, oral sex
“Stop.”
Lifting your head up off of the pillow, you meet your best friend’s sharp gaze. It’s a mistake, really—taking in the sight of Bakugou Katsuki lying in between your legs, hands grasping the inside of your thighs.
Your stomach churns.
“Stop?” you belatedly parrot the word back at him, perplexed.
“I can feel you overthinking this from down here.” He drags his thumb along the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. “You need to relax.”
“But—“
His thumb ghosts over your slit, and you inhale sharply.
“But what?” he challenges.
“What if I can’t—“
Katsuki laughs, and it’s low, gravel-rough. It sets your insides on fire. “You’re gonna come for me,” he says.
Like it’s the most simple thing in the world. Like you haven’t struggled to come every single time someone has ever gone down on you. Like you’re not wholly mortified by the fact that for some reason you just can’t—
Katsuki’s fingers start to move through your folds, slowly stroking, and a hot lick of pleasure crawls up your spine.
It’s not going to work—
“Fucking relax,” he grunts, free hand running soothingly over your left thigh, beckoning you to stop unconsciously closing the space between your legs.
And then you feel it, something warm and soft, wet against your skin. Katsuki’s kissing you, kissing his way up the inside of your thighs. It feels almost tender, paired with strokes of his fingers fluttering and massaging their way into the ditch of your knee, and you let your legs fall back open for him.
He makes a gruff sound that borders on pleased, though it’s muffled by the placement of his lips, which have yet to leave your skin. He bites you softly, licks and sucks. Your muscles loosen to putty with each inch that he climbs.
It feels good, being touched like this.
Being touched by Katsuki like this.
There’s something so uncharacteristically tender about it, arousing in a way that has you so wet that you’re surprised to feel the way his finger slips right in when he begins to prod at your tight entrance.
He groans.
“Katsuki—“ you breathe out, voice small and not quite certain what it even is that you intended to say.
“You’re so wet,” he murmurs, though you can’t tell if he’s talking to you or himself.
He coats his finger in the arousal that’s dripping out of you, smears it through your folds before running the pads of his fingers through the slick, slippery mess.
You choke out a whine, hips twitching. A hand comes to rest on your hipbone, not quite holding you in place but stilling your movements all the same as thrumming heat permeates every bit of skin his callused fingers touches. His thumb moves in a steady circle as his finger finally sinks into your cunt, not stopping until he reaches the last knuckle.
“So fucking tight,” Katsuki’s low voice is a hot knife, a blade that cuts through to the marrow of your bones.
And you know you inadvertently clench down as pleasure ripples through your gut at his words, because he chokes back a near-silent, disbelieving sound when he feels it. The way your pussy grips his finger.
You lose track of time, brain caught in a foggy haze of pleasure as he takes his time fingering you, working your pussy into a soaking wet, dripping mess that makes its way down his wrist and soaks into the sheets.
It feels ridiculous to think it, but you’re not sure if you’re ever been this turned on in your life.
Maybe it’s the way you can hear your best friend’s breath growing a little more ragged with each slick pump of his fingers.
Maybe it’s the fact that you’re not sure if he’s even aware that he keeps muttering how wet you are, how tight you feel.
Maybe it’s because you’re suddenly shivering with the anticipation of having his mouth on your—
You nearly cry out in protest when he slips his fingers out of you, cunt throbbing around the emptiness. But they’re quickly replaced, as what can only be Katsuki’s tongue slides up through your folds in one broad, firm stroke.
Every nerve ending in your body lights up under the strike of pleasure that ignites between your thighs. His lips close over your swollen, throbbing clit, and you feel what might actually be tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as you buck into his touch.
In any other situation, perhaps the fact that you’re borderline humping your best friend’s face might be mortifying.
Yet here, it’s anything but, especially when Katsuki’s voice is hot honey leaking down the notches of your spine as he breathes out, “You want it so bad, don’t you?”
It’s difficult to get out much past a whimper as you continue to rock into his touch, fingers gripping the sheets. You might be moaning his name.
Katsuki’s tongue strokes your aching, dripping hole, and time stops. Your toes curl so hard it hurts, the balls of your feet slipping over the sheets, and his hands find purchase sinking into the plush globes of your ass as he begins to lick into you.
“Taste so goddamn good,” Katsuki rasps, lapping and sucking and groaning while he fucks his tongue into your pussy.
You feel like a supernova on the brink of collapse, body sinking into a senseless state of mindless, all-consuming pleasure.
It feels so fucking good—
You never want him to stop.
Katsuki laughs, low and hot, and you realize you said that out loud when he murmurs against your cunt, “Fine by me.”
It’s when he sinks two soaking wet fingers back into your pussy while his tongue strokes your clit that you burst, orgasm punching through you with a force that has your vision going white as you shake and tremble and brokenly moan his name.
“That’s it,” Katsuki whispers, tongue tenderly lapping through the wet slick of your pleasure as you gasp with the intensity of the aftershocks that course through you. His fingers carefully run through your slit after, like he’s not quite ready to stop. “What did I tell you?”
And even as you feel your nerves shudder with pricks of overstimulation…
“Hah—“ Katsuki breathes out, watching the way you rock your hips down, chasing his touch, as if you’re trying to fuck yourself on his fingers again.
“Look at me,” he murmurs, and it’s only once your eyes find his heated gaze that he sinks two fingers back into your throbbing cunt.
BUSY MOANING ( requested ) bakugo x f.reader | smut . shy vocal reader . feels too good to talk . pinv .
Your fingers were tangled in the sheets, thighs trembling as Katsuki moved above you, lips brushing your ear.
“Oi—quit hidin’ your face,” he muttered, panting as his hips pressed flush to yours. “How the fuck am I supposed to know what feels good if you won’t tell me?”
“I—I can’t,” you whined, eyes squeezing shut when his cock shifted deeper. “Feels too… too much—”
“Too much bad or too much good?” His voice was strained, like he was one second away from snapping, but you knew he meant it. He needed to know, needed to give you what you craved.
Your moan answered him before your mouth did. A high, broken sound that had his eyes rolling back.
“Shit—fuck, that’s good, huh?” he rasped, adjusting his angle, watching the way your body jolted. “Right there?”
You could only nod, mouth falling open, and that was all he needed. His pace grew steadier, sharper, drilling into the exact spot that had you gasping. Every thrust had your nails clawing at his back, your voice spilling moans you couldn’t hold back.
“Goddamn—you sound so fuckin’ pretty,” he groaned, forehead pressed to yours, sweat dripping down his temple. “Knew you’d be loud for me.”
“K-Katsuki—” your voice cracked, body tightening under him.
“Yeah, that’s it, baby. Don’t hold back.” His thumb found your clit, messy and clumsy but desperate, rubbing until you cried out. “You’re squeezin’ me so fuckin’ tight—shit, you’re close, huh?”
You tried to answer but only choked on another moan, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. He kissed them away, muttering against your lips, “Don’t need words. I can feel it. You’re perfect—fuckin’ perfect—”
And then you came, shaking under him, body milking his cock until he followed right after, groaning your name like it was the only one he knew.
When it was over, he collapsed against your chest, still inside you, still trembling. “You—” he panted, brushing his mouth over your shoulder, “—you better start talkin’ next time, dumbass. Or I’ll just keep fuckin’ guessin’ till you scream.”
You’re saying something — usually in that normal, not-too-loud tone you use with everyone — and Katsuki Bakugo is across from you, arms crossed, scowl half-baked, like he’s listening but not really listening. Then, inevitably, his brow furrows, and you see the moment he catches the tail end of your words but realizes he didn’t catch enough.
Instead of saying What? like a normal human being, he does this thing.
The lean.
He steps into your space — not enough to be inappropriate, but enough that you can smell the faint burn of nitroglycerin and that sharp, clean soap he pretends he doesn’t use. He tilts his head slightly down, chin angling toward you, eyes locked on your mouth like your words are something to catch before they slip away.
“What was that?” His voice is low, not because he’s trying to be gentle, but because he’s listening. It’s rough around the edges, like the sound has to be dragged over gravel before it leaves him.
You repeat yourself, a little slower this time, and his eyes don’t leave you.
“Mhm,” he says — and it’s not just a sound, it’s Bakugo’s mhm. Short, deep, approving in that rare way, like he’s filing away what you said because it matters now.
One time, you were sitting at your desk in class, mumbling something about how the weather was nice, and he crouched slightly beside you to catch it, forearms resting on his knees, the sunlight streaking through the window and catching in his messy hair.
“You talk like a damn mouse,” he muttered, smirking faintly, “and then get pissed when people don’t hear you.”
“I wasn’t pissed,” you protested, looking anywhere but at him.
“Tch. Yeah, you were.” He leaned even closer, your elbows almost brushing. “Say it again.”
“…The weather’s nice,” you said, barely above a whisper.
He smirked wider, like he’d just won something. “Yeah. Guess it is.” And then he straightened up and walked away like he hadn’t just been that close for no reason.
It became a habit. Group conversations? He’d bend down slightly when you spoke, eyes narrowing in focus. Crowded hallways? He’d drop his head toward yours so you didn’t have to shout. Even during training debriefs, when you muttered something under your breath, he’d be there, leaning in with a sharp, “Say that again?” as if you were the only voice worth catching.
The worst part? You were starting to get used to it — to the way his attention made you feel like your words were worth hearing, worth leaning in for.
And he knew it.
You could see it in the small, knowing quirk of his mouth every time he straightened back up.
just thinking of delinquent!gf!reader x goldenboy!bf!bakugo cause the dynamic is so.. perfect
contents: golden boy bakugo x delinquent female reader + sorta suggestive i think '+ sorta controlling bf bakugo + fight with a mean girl + stereotypical mean girl appears + "good girl" phrase used + chaotic reader
katsuki bakugo, your boyfriend, was the school's golden boy. he excelled in his classes, community outreach, sports, and extracurriculars. he was such a great student. i mean, teachers loved him (when he wasn't mouthing off about something he believed needed to be added in the curriculum). while they hated you (because of your tendency to 'forget' assignments or class or rules...).
the teachers always thought pairing the two of you together would help you to keep up with your work and stay on task. and, it did. but not in the way they'd think was best.
as in, katsuki would do the whole thing. without your help. cause in his eyes, you'd "mess it all up". little control freak he was. so, since the project still required you to meet up with your assigned partner for x amount of hours to work on it, you'd just lie across his bed. distracting him by swinging your feet in the air, humming as you stared at him, and biting on a mechanical pencil of his that you twirled around in your fingers.
"cut it out," he'd snap at you, snatching the pencil from your mouth.
in class you were somehow worse. you'd take his notebook in the middle of class, leave lipstick kisses on the pages, and draw little hearts around the margins. he'd growl at you, his ears turning red as he scrambled to take it away from you. your grin would just widen, you'd claim, "it...complements them."
some days, when you decided to be a little vixen and oppose the clear dress code that stated no shorts or skirts higher than mid-thigh, you'd wear tiny skirts that barely covered your ass. bakugo would be hot! but getting him mad was...hotter. his eyes would lock on your thighs as you're walking his direction in the hallways, making your stomach twist. he'd yank you into an empty classroom and tug at the hem of them. "the fuck is this?" his fingers lingered on the material, his eyes never leaving your thighs.
"don't be so mad. it's to...oppose the patriarchy," you teased, feigning innocence as you did a cute twirl, flashing him with a glimpse of your panties.
he gripped your hip to stop you mid-spin. then, he dug into his backpack and tossed some sweatpants at you. "put them on. and go to class." he muttered, zipping up his backpack as he started toward the door. you jolted up and gripped his hand, pulling him back to meet his eyes. a smirk tugged at your lips, "ditch class with me."
this may have ended in a cute little makeout session and him practically tripping out of the room, drunk on it, your lipstick smeared across his face.
"katsu!" you breathe out. he whipped his head around, looking at you with flushed cheeks and sparkly eyes. you wiped at the corner of your lips, smiling to yourself, hinting he should do the same.
one day, at the cafeteria, the one day the two of you went in opposite lines, resulted in you getting to the table first and a girl bumping into you, sending your tray out of your palms.
you look up to see what asshole just pushed directly into you like they couldn’t see, when you seen her face.
jessica shortbread. the girl who had a problem with you despite the two of you never having a single interaction with one another (until now).
“oh my god. how did i know it was going to be little miss attention seeker." she said to a couple of her friends beside her, crossing her arms. your fists clenched at your sides as she spun around and flipped her blonde curly hair over her shoulder. "did you guys see the skirt she had on the other day? she looked like a fucking whore..."
that was all you heard before everything went...red. like those movies where the character just screams and flips out. you pushed her on the ground, flinging your backpack down beside your food that was splattered over the floor.
"bitch!" the girl yelled, turning around, and as soon as she did, you swung at her. gasps and chatter from students started as people got up to watch and film.
everyone heard the commotion. some teachers ran over, but didn't make it before katsuki bakugo did.
he pushed through the crowd, shoving people to the ground (the whole golden boy persona dropping as he did so). "move! get the fuck out my way!" he barked at them.
he saw you in the middle of the crowd, hovering over jessica, who had happened to grab your dropped tray and send it flying towards you. you catch it, and you're about to send another punch at the shit talker before bakugo grabs you by your waist, sending the plate clattering on the ground.
"enough." he growled in your ear, clutching your wrist as he pulled you through the crowd, leaving everyone standing bewildered about the whole occurrence.
later on he’d give you a little pep-talk about how getting suspended could mess up your record and in return mess up your chances of getting in college and return mess up any chance you had at getting a job and in return…
“i get it!” you’d yell out, looking at the ground as he stood in front of you, pestering you like a parent.
he’d grip your chin and lift it up to look him in the eyes. “do you, really?” he’d say it so softly like he really cared (he did) and like he wanted you to know he did. you’d nod after meeting his eyes and looking away.
“good. so don’t be some shitty hothead that ruins their chances.”
you’d roll your eyes once he removed his hand from your face. if it ain’t the pot calling the kettle black.
“that bitch’s the one that started it all. she’s the one that—”
“be a good girl for once.” he interrupted.
you’d raise an eyebrow at his choice of words and he’d just give you a little, knowing smirk before mushing your head away from him.
𐙚ᡣ𐭩.ᐟ letter from lolli: hi guys!!! i just wanted you guys to get something from my drafts cause i’ve been gone for sooooo long—
the lamp on his desk glows warm, scattering light over half-read papers, coffee stains, and his crooked stack of textbooks. he’s hunched over, glasses sliding low, lips pressed together as he mutters to himself about formulas that mean nothing to you. you drift closer, leaning against the side of his chair until his head tilts up, startled eyes blinking fast behind his lenses.
“you need a break,” you murmur, voice soft but firm, fingers ghosting along the collar of his shirt.
he tries to laugh, nervous, cheeks heating instantly. “a break? i’m on the verge of academic greatness here.” still, his hands betray him, slipping to your waist the moment you climb onto his lap. he clutches you too tight, knuckles pale, as if you’ll vanish if he doesn’t anchor you.
you kiss him, slow, coaxing. his glasses press awkwardly between your noses, but he doesn’t dare pull back. instead, his mouth parts, shaky and eager, sighing into every movement of yours.
his hands explore hesitantly, sliding beneath the hem of your shirt like he’s crossing forbidden territory. when his fingers reach your thighs, brushing higher, you shiver.
and when he finally touches you properly, the nerd in him cracks through—his face flushed, words tumbling before he can stop them. “god, you’re, you’re my favourite subject in another universe.”
you laugh breathlessly against his lips, hitting his shoulder lightly, but the sound of your laugh makes his chest swell. “shut up,” you whisper, but your body arches into his hand anyway.
he groans, embarrassed at himself yet unable to stop. his fingers slide against your folds, teasing, spreading slick across his skin. the awe in his tone is unfiltered when he mutters, “you feel unreal... i swear this should be studied.”
and then he pushes a finger inside, slow and deep, watching your lips part in a gasp. his free hand clutches your waist, grounding himself as much as you.
he curls inside you carefully, like he’s testing reactions, but when your thighs tense around him, his focus sharpens. “there,” he breathes, lips brushing your ear. “right there, i found it.” and his fingers press harder, curling again, precise like solving a problem he’s obsessed with.
you whimper, clinging to him, forehead pressed against his. your moans are muffled against his mouth as he kisses you through it, glasses fogging with your shared breath.
he adds a second finger, stretching you, moving faster, his thumb stroking higher until your body jerks. the slick sound fills the air, shameless, and he groans into your mouth, “fuck, you’re dripping… soaking me—i didn’t even know you could…”
your body trembles, thighs tightening around his hips, and he whispers, desperate now, “look at me. please. i need to see you fall apart.”
when you finally cum, it rips through you, sharp and dizzying, your whole body shaking in his lap. he doesn’t stop—his fingers keep thrusting, curling, dragging out every last wave until you’re clinging to his shirt, begging breathlessly, “too much—too much.”
he slows, kisses your temple, whispers against your skin, “you’re perfect. better than any equation i’ll ever solve.”
and then he smiles—soft, shy, flushed to the ears—and murmurs, “you know… statistically speaking, the probability of you distracting me like this again is about one hundred percent.”
his lips catch yours before you can scold him, his fingers still lazily stroking inside you, making your body tremble all over again.
