Imagine your man getting cucked by his own tentacles. Every time y’all would get frisky his own appendages would actively cockblock him. It didn’t help that they each had a mind of their own paired with millions of sensors. Which gave them endorphins from just interacting with you.
So picture your beloved sulking at how you were getting railed in every possible hole. Being helpless to even participate, hell he had to settle for when you’d squirt in his face. Since the tentacles decided to take some pity and positioned you to be suspended in the air. Legs spread open right in front of where he sat jerking off his heavy slimy appendage. Like a pathetic neglected puppy.
And if he so much as tried to get into the fray a stray tendril would smack his hand away. As if he was a child trying to get into a cookie jar. He’s definitely considering laser tentacle removal surgery soon.
explicit content - mdni. cucking + infidelity kink. husband!kuroo, quean wife!reader, cake coworker!oc. as always, thanks for reading ♡
previous.
“Honey, I’m—the hell are you doing here!?”
Kuroo expected a greet from his wife after a long day at work.
Clients were being petty, his work laptop froze and it’ll most likely end with all of his files gone, and to top it all off, Yuko (who has been on a week off) is now sitting in his living room sipping on a margarita.
“Evening, Kuroo.”
“Tetsu?”
You appear before he can drag Yuko out of your home, your relaxed and welcoming smile giving him no choice but to match it and pretend all is well.
“Hi, baby,” his legs bring him closer to you, his back to the couch as if shielding you from Yuko’s gaze. He places a chaste kiss on your lips, smile still on but eyebrows furrowed, looking for a sign that’ll tell him what’s going on.
“We ran into each other at the grocery store!” the lie flows from your mouth with ease, explaining what you know he’s itching to ask.
“What a small world,” he murmurs, kissing your forehead in reassurance, and to calm himself down.
He feels helpless as he watches you and Yuko chat like the best of friends, his tie feeling a little too tight all of a sudden.
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“I can give you my sales associate contact, she gets the best archive pieces.”
It’s been around twenty minutes of talk between you two, and Kuroo still hasn’t relaxed in the slightest. His palms drag against the fabric of his slacks in a mix of boredom and anxiousness, not understanding why you’re being so bubbly and chatty with his coworker.
“I want a Fendi beaded baguette,” he watches you pout after reaching for your drink, finding your glass empty. You have barely turned to look at him and he’s already on his feet. “Babe—”
“I gotcha!”
He quickly disappears behind the wall dividing the living room from the kitchen.
He was aching to get some sort of distance between him and Yuko, his brain searching for a way to get her away from you. He’s too busy murmuring under his breath while filling the shaker with ice to notice your approaching steps.
“Baby—”
“Jesus!” your hands on his sides make him flinch in surprise, quickly turning around to face you. “Don’t sneak up on me like that!”
“Why are you so jumpy?” it’s your turn to frown, pretending not to know what’s got him so on edge. “Can’t a wife come say hi to her husband?”
His posture finally relaxes, reaching for your waist with one hand while he sets the shaker down on the counter with the other.
“You know you can,” his voice has lowered considerably, his forehead knocking against yours.
He’s quick to lean in for a kiss, slow and loving, enough to get you to exhale shakily once you part from his lips.
“How was work?”
That quickly sends a wave of dread through him. “Not a good day.”
He kisses you again, deeper this time with his tongue making its way past your lips, as if it’ll erase his worries of the day and grant him a clean slate.
The alcohol and your own nerves have your hands shaking as they glide down his sides, stopping once they reach his belt.
“Honey…”
His words come out like a gentle warning, but he doesn’t stop you when you unbuckle his belt and tug his zipper down.
“Missed you,” you murmur between kisses, his breath hitching when your hand makes contact with his length over the fabric of his boxers.
“Babe, don’t do that when there’s—shit,” his own moan interrupts him, your hand slipping under the waistband of his underwear and stroking his growing erection. “Sweetheart, not now. Please.”
“Relax,” his half-assed attempt to swat your hand away does nothing to deter you from your goal. “You’re being too fussy.”
Before he can back down, you sink to your knees without stopping your strokes, massaging from base to tip while getting his underwear down to his thighs.
He says your name in warning, but you ignore it, his shaft fully hard by now.
Your lips brush against the soft flesh of his tip, spreading the glossy drops of precum over the flared head.
“Keep quiet,” you smile, your tongue flicking at the slit while staring up at him. ”Unless you want to get caught.”
You take his tip without breaking eye contact, your mouth quickly getting full with his size.
“Fuck, why now?” he hisses, his tone sharp and restless while his fingers gently hold your hair up.
You breath in before sinking lower, relaxing your jaw so you can get most of him in your mouth, holding it for a few seconds before pulling away with a wet pop.
“When did you turn into a grump?” your eyes gleam with lust while your pout threatens to make him lose his mind.
“My co-worker is meters away,” he mumbles, still brushing your hair away from your face. “Sorry if I’m not into exhibitionism.”
With a shrug, you dismiss his reasoning and go back to sucking his cock, your pace considerably faster than before.
It’s taking everything in him not to make a sound, his breaths uneven as he watches you bob your head eagerly.
He opens his mouth to ask you to slow down, only to get interrupted.
“So this is why you guys ditched me in the living room,” Yuko sounds unimpressed, seeing you on your knees. “You two behave like newlyweds.”
Kuroo can feel his heart drop to his stomach, scrambling to get you away from his length but you hollow your cheeks, making his thighs falter.
“Oh, don’t stop on my account. I just came to refill my glass,” she grins, amused, when she sees Kuroo trying to get you off of him.
She walks past you, reaching for the shaker that just happens to be next to Kuroo.
“Shit—stop,” he groans, trying again to pry you off of him.
But this time, Yuko cuts him off by claiming his lips in a kiss.
His eyes widen and his cock twitches in your mouth, your eyes on them as his brain freezes long enough to allow her tongue to glide against his.
It doesn’t last, though. He’s quick to push her away, shock evident in his posture. “What the fuck—the fuck is wrong with you?!”
Yuko’s patience is running thin, her eyes switching to you as if saying: deal with him.
So you finally let go of his cock, keeping a hand around him. “Would you prefer it if she sucked you instead?” Your tone is sweet, slightly hoarse, and definitely teasing. “Or would it be better if she sat on your face while I deal with this?”
I must have gone insane, is the only reasonable thought he can come up with, his eyes switching from you—on your knees and lips a mess—to Yuko, her eyebrow raised in boredom.
Your name leaves his mouth like a plea. “Baby… what are you doing? Why are you saying that?”
If Yuko didn’t know him better, she’d think he’s close to tears with the way he’s begging you for an explanation.
“Your wife clearly wants to play,” Yuko answers for you, smirk snarky and sarcastic. “What? You’re gonna deny her? She clearly knows what she wants.”
Your hands glide up his thighs, comforting, grounding—but he’s not listening.
“Honey, please get up—”
“Christ, catch up, babe. I know you two hook up!”
That’s more than enough to get him to shut up, at least for a moment. His mind has gone blank, failing to process what this means for your marriage.
It’s over, of course you know. He’s the idiot for thinking he could keep a secret from you, when you know him better than anyone, himself included.
Bitterness builds up, and soon he’s lashing out out of defense. “And what does that have to do with this!? You want her to watch us!?” his words are meant to be sarcastic, a shield from the impending doom.
It all goes to hell when you grin and take him in your mouth again, staring up at him innocently.
“Shit— shit, shit, you do!? Wait, no...” realization hits when he finally remembers that night a few weeks ago, when you toyed with the idea of watching him fuck another woman. “...you said you wanted to watch. Holy fuck, you want to be cucked!”
He tugs you up in desperation, his lips crashing against yours as he goes through every emotion possible. His need to hold you, to feel your body in his hands, has him clinging onto your frame vehemently.
“Hmph, baby, you’re perfect,” his kisses trail down your neck, hastily pushing your top down to kiss the valley of your breasts. “My perfect, lovely wife.”
To his misfortune, you push him away and glance at Yuko who has been silent for the past few minutes.
She’s clearly beyond amused and turned on, silently daring Kuroo to make the next move.
“You fucking planned this, didn’t you?” Kuroo’s stare is heavy, dark, and the tension between them grows when she takes a step forward.
Her eyes remain on him as she grasps his erection, his muscles tensing upon the contact.
“Let’s show your wife how it’s done.”
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You saw them fuck in the office weeks ago. You saw the videos in his phone.
And still, you’ve never been wetter than right now, watching them together and Kuroo staring back at you.
He has her against the wall of your bedroom, going in with hard thrusts while you stand next to her. You finally get to see him with another woman, and he won’t look away from you, it’s perfect.
“This shit turns you on?” he grunts, talking to you while Yuko squirms against the wall with each push of his hips. “Talk to me, baby.”
“It makes me wet, Tetsu. Can’t help it.”
Without slowing down his pace, his fingers find themselves between your legs, caressing your folds, warm and wet with arousal.
“Messy girl, keep your eyes on me. Okay?”
His fingers move at the same rhythm as his hips, fucking you open with each movement forward.
However, Yuko starts to tighten and it takes Kuroo’s attention away from you.
“Close?”
His fingers slip out of you, moving to grip her waist so he can drive his hips a little faster. He can’t help but glance down where their bodies meet, the sight of her pussy creaming around his girth drawing your attention as well.
“Gonna come…” Yuko murmurs, breathless already.
It would be a lie if she said having you next to them wasn’t a turn on. It sends her ego through the roof, each word of praise from Kuroo feeling ten times better with you present to witness your husband’s depravity.
His hands grip her ass, lifting her up so he can sink deeper, rubbing her clit with his thumb until he can feel her insides fluttering in rhythmic spasms.
“There we go,” he murmurs against her neck, basking in the added tightness and warmth of her high before slowing down to shallow thrusts. “Get on the bed, the both of you.”
You’re the first to sit on the soft mattress, unable to hide your eagerness.
He has finally pulled out of her and turns to face you with his hand gripping his shaft, the flushed head of his cock glistening with her juices making your core pulse.
“Would you like a taste, my love?”
His question is rather a command, already guiding the tip towards your mouth.
And you’re quick to obey, the warmth of your mouth enveloping him as your hands reach down to grip his sack.
“Fuck—so eager,” he muses, watching you deep throat him as much as you can, the tenderness in his eyes contradicting his actions.
He lets you make a mess on his length only for a minute, deciding to cut it short before he ends up cumming in your mouth.
Moving his hips back and away from your lips, he pats the leaking head of his cock against your tongue, marveling at the mix of pre and spit. “That’s enough, sweetheart.”
His praise comes accompanied with a kiss, momentarily clouding your mind to the point it gets a whine out of you when he pulls away.
Yuko, having watched it all from her spot by the end of the bed, spreads her legs as he approaches. The sight does wonders for Kuroo’s arousal, his hands gripping the back of her thighs and pushing them down to settle between them.
“Having fun?” she purrs, reaching between them to grip his length and rub it between her folds.
It has the two of them moaning at the feeling, the translucent beads of precum mixing with her slick while he puts his arms right next to her head.
“What do you think?” he smirks, eyes dark with lust as he guides his tip towards her entrance, breaching through with one smooth thrust. “Hmm, thaaat’s it. Tight little cunt needy for a taken cock, isn’t she?”
His words are vulgar and arousing at the same time, prompting you to scoot closer to watch your husband fuck his coworker the same way he does with you.
Their mouths meet in a sloppy kiss, often interrupted by their own moans and gasps of pleasure, the pace fast enough to get that delicious friction of his shaft against her walls.
“Deeper, Tetsuro,” Yuko sighs against his mouth, her hands clinging onto his arms as she’s forced to take every inch. “Wanna cum again.”
“Mhm, I got you. You’ll feel so good, I promise.”
Suddenly, he’s extending his arm your way, palm facing up and open, waiting.
“Give me your toy,” he commands you without pausing his thrusts.
It’s only when he’s met with no reply from your part that he turns his head to look at you.
“Well?” His tone comes off clipped and impatient, so you hurry to get it from the nightstand and hand it to him. However, he’s changed his mind, dropping his hand to knead at Yuko’s breast instead. “Turn it on and put it on her clit, make yourself useful.”
You hesitate briefly, wondering how you’ll get the toy in place with them still going at it. To your luck, he decides to sit back on his haunches and move his hands down to grip Yuko’s hips, giving you the perfect opening.
As soon as the silicone toy makes contact with her skin, she arches up and moans, the vibrations stimulating her tender bud.
“Shit, I’m close already.”
Her words send Kuroo’s self-control to the trash, moving with faster and deeper thrusts when her walls start to tighten, her second orgasm drawing near.
“Ah, fuck… you’re squeezing me,” he’s panting by now, his length drenched with her juices and throbbing. “Come, pretty. Let her see how good I fuck you.”
Yuko’s climax hits her hard, her cry of his name making you press a button, the toy vibrating faster against her clit.
“S-Stop—I’m sensitive!” her legs quiver and her hands swat at yours, one leg managing to kick at his thigh lightly.
He pulls out of her while you turn the device off, not realizing you’re his next target.
With ease, he manhandles you onto his lap, guiding himself between your soaked folds until he’s buried to the hilt, exhaling in relief. “Need to cum, baby.”
His nose grazes your neck, face hidden in the crook of it while peppering small wet kisses on the exposed skin.
The feel of his cock so deep after aching for him all night feels like heaven, the drag of his length urging you to cling tighter.
“Are you close, baby?” the softness in your voice gets to him, his arms holding you close and refusing to let go.
“Yeah,” he’s at your mercy, murmuring praises and bouncing you on his shaft eagerly, the need to fuse himself with you overwhelming his senses. “You are so good to me, my pretty girl. How did I get so lucky?”
Drunk on you, he smiles dazedly when he drags you down harder, his hands moving down your spine until they reach your ass, kneading the soft flesh as he feels his balls draw up, ready to burst.
“Let me fill you up, please? Wanna finish inside my baby.”
His words only heighten the pleasure, meeting his thrusts with bounces of your own, riding him just the way you know he likes.
“Yes. Yes, of course… inside,” there’s nowhere else you’d want it, anyway. Too used to his warmth spilling in you.
The sound of your bodies meeting increases, his hips jerking up as the first spurts of cum coat your insides. Like clockwork, the rhythmic pulses of his cock have you coming as well, milking it all out of him.
“Shit, so good… my good girl, my wife—mine,” neither of you move, stars shinning in his eyes and his heart beating wildly against his chest as he holds you through it.
Knowingly or unknowingly, you’ve opened Pandora’s box. He can't fathom life without you, even less now that you've showed him an entire new side of you. It doesn't matter if Yuko or twenty other women are naked next to him—his body answers to you.
His kisses trail up from the swell of your breasts to your jaw, already moving your hips again, gentle this time, “and I’m yours.”
Gojo Satoru likes when other men stare at what they can't have...but maybe he's underestimated Nanami Kento.
Warnings: 18+, cucking, I actually like Gojo so please don't misunderstand me 👀
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When a cuckoo visits a nest, he brings a most precious treasure, places it amongst others like it (but not exactly like it), and leaves.
And this is, of course, the most crucial point; for he does leave, and takes nothing with him.
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"Oi! Nanamin. I've got a favour to ask."
Nanami Kento stood, abruptly, looking at his watch and flapping his newspaper shut-- "My, my. Just look at the time."
"Don't be that way-- Nanamin, come back-- it's about my girl."
Nanami stopped, his hand upon the door handle. Gojo's smirk grew fast, grinning wolfishly, a squirm of possessive pleasure unfurling in his belly and his cock.
"Thought that might stop you...yeah, I've seen you looking. Can't have her though, right? My girl."
Of course, he had looked, at first, Nanami thought, his fingers on the handle. He had looked upon you, in all of your finery-- those glittering smiles, the rubies upon your lips, the marble-carved touches, so deliberately and exquisitely formed. Only after your heart and the life of you, had granted you animation, had Nanami then watched, now art in motion, art with a story.
"You can have her. If you want."
Nanami maintained his composure. Barely. He turned to face Gojo, stern and impassive.
"For one night, and one night only."
Ah. I see. You would like that, wouldn't you.
"And I get to watch. What do you say?"
A dozen questions flew through Nanami's mind, and none of them for Gojo. Nanami's cock twitched now, despite himself, calculating on bated breath.
"Sure. I'd like that. Tonight? Tell her to wear something...comfortable."
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You'd only have said yes to Satoru, for the other guy to be him.
As he stepped into Satoru's bedroom, gracing you with a gentle, reassuring smile, you softened, feeling so exposed and foolish in your lingerie. You glanced over at Satoru, barely lit in the dark, fingers on his temples with one pinched between his teeth, the other hand grazing lightly over his already hardening cock.
Nanami stepped over to you, sat on the bed and looking up at him with the tiniest glint of fear. His hand reached out, strong and soft, and cupped your jaw, brushing a thumb over your lips.
"I thought I said something comfortable," he chided without malice. Your lips parted just-so under his thumb, the briefest flick of your eyes towards Satoru, a half-hearted shrug and an awkward smile. Nanami snorted, derisive.
"I understand you," he purred, leaning down to you, both hands cupping your face as he whispered against your ear, "remember...you're in charge, darling, and I am entirely at your disposal."
"Nanami...I-- I don't know...where to start." Kento hummed, nodding, his thumb moving to stroke your cheek. Despite his outward self-control, your face was directly in front of his groin, and you could see a bulge, huge and heavy, under his tan trousers.
"Kento," he insisted, "please. After all...if I treat you as well as you deserve...it's my name you'll be crying out tonight. Not your boyfriend's."
Satoru shuddered in the chair in the corner, smirking, a hushed clink as he undid his belt, reaching down to hook his long, pale, pink-tipped cock free of its restraints. His hand reached down to cup his balls, rolling and fondling them in his palm, until beads of pre-cum began to dribble onto the neat white hair leading down his belly.
"F-Fiancé," you corrected, captivated as Kento's arms moved to bracket you, nosing at your neck, the shell of your ear, hips nudging you up the bed until you settled, feather-light, on sinking pillows. Kento huffed lightly.
"Yes. My apologies. Your fiancé." You were splayed beneath him, helpless as a kitten. Satoru was tall, and big, but...nothing like this bronze Adonis above you. Broad and mountainous, Kento's shoulders rolled, his breathing getting heavier, whiskey-brown eyes drunk on you. It was just he and you in the room, you were sure. And you felt so...safe.
"Well, then," Kento hummed, one hand reaching under your back to unclasp your bra, deft and dexterous, "I'm going to treat you like it's your very first time. Please, tell me if you want me to stop."
"Don't." You urged, swallowing a sigh of relief as your corseting bra unclasped, "Don't stop," and Kento's eyes smiled at you.
"Is that better?" He whispered, kissing your forehead with such tenderness, you could have wept. Kento felt the way you pressed up against him, thrilled, roiling with such righteous rage at your misuse.
If Satoru had not been so captivated by the way Kento trembled with restraint above you, at the way your nipples pebbled as your bra was pulled softly from your body, he would have felt the fine thread of uncertainty that ran through him, as Kento treated you like spun sugar.
Used to dulling himself, Satoru gripped his cock, sighing and cursing as he stroked himself slowly, reaching to the table beside him to grab a bottle of lube, pumping it over his twitching cockhead.
Hearing the little wet sucks of Satoru's hand, masturbating himself with practiced strokes, your head tipped to watch him, teeth gritted and hungry as he watched you graze your hands over Kento's thick, corded biceps.
"Get on with it, Nanami," Satoru sniped, "or do you not know what you're doing with a girl like her? Scared I've ruined her for you?"
You blushed, moving an arm up to cover your face, as Satoru teased you both. Kento shushed you, removing your arm, pressing a kiss to your inner wrist before plaiting his fingers with yours, calm, confident and ungoadable.
"She's a rare gem, it's true," Kento answered, more to you than to Satoru, "and certainly not one that could be ruined by something so...insignificant." You felt a hot appreciative surge in your belly, so overwhelmed by the want in Kento's eyes, by his advocacy of you. His thumb was brushing over your lip again, eyes flicking between your mouth, and looking deeply into the heart of you.
"I'd kiss you," Kento whispered, "but only if you wanted me t--"
All at once, you grabbed Kento by the tie, pressing your lips to his, your first drink after a month of summer, tangling your fingers into his blond hair. Kento grunted against your mouth, pressing his body down onto yours, letting you lead the kiss, but guiding you into unexplored waters. You waded through them, calm, exotic and unfamiliar.
Kento kissed you with all the warmth and precision he had promised. Each time you tried to push the kiss further, he held you warmly back, controlling your desperate haste for your own sake. He pulled away from your mouth, a fine string of spit connecting you, and you seared at his refusal to use you, your breasts untouched, pussy untouched, so virtuous. Kento's mouth sucked at your neck, leaving his mark, subtle and inconspicuous, as he spoke to you.
"Would you like to undress me?" He offered, your hand still clutching his tie. You felt like you'd been given a gift to unwrap.
"Yes," you pleaded, body thrumming with the need for his skin on yours, "god yes, I--I'd love it. I love--...yes. Please."
"Good girl."
Kento continued to lap at your skin, his hands now ghosting over your hips, the soft plush of your belly, the dimpling in your thighs. Your hands shook, never thinking for a second that you could be edged by something as simple as removing Kento's tie, unbuttoning his shirt; simplicity made erotic. By the time you had pushed his shirt off his shoulders, caught on his brown leather harness, your irritatingly stringy underwear felt tight, wet and clingy with your own arousal.
"How wet are you, baby? D'you think he can fuck you as well as me, hmm?" You jumped at Satoru's voice from the corner. Hesitating to answer, unsure if Satoru would like what he heard, you chose silence, whimpering softly as Kento's tongue moved over your breasts, achingly close to your sensitive peaks. Satoru's breathing came ragged, watching another man devour you, just so he could wrench you away after...his hand gripped the base of his cock, twitching and wet, gasping with the effort to not spend himself all over his belly.
Your fingertips ghosted over Kento's harness, thoughtful. Just as Kento was about to graze his lips over your plump nipple, he stopped.
"You like it? My harness?" He chuckled, his hand rising to brush over yours, still fingering the brown leather. You bit your lip, nodding. Kento understood fully; in moments, he had stripped his shirt, replacing the harness only. You almost melted at the sight of him above you, buckling the harness over the front of his pecs, his own nipples being grazed by the tight leather press.
Kento watched you shudder, taking your hand, stroking it over the leather, down his belly towards his belt, feeling the veins of his V-line tracking down to his cock. Your mouth watered, and Kento shivered as your fingers tickled just beneath his belt.
Not breaking eye contact, Kento lowered his mouth back to your breasts, resuming as he pulled your nipple into his mouth, moaning around you at the sweet yielding softness. His tongue traced you so gently-- too gently, for the relief you needed.
"Harder-- please, Ken..." Kento acquiesced, ever your servant, as he drew your nipple deeply, the pleasure tangy and sharp as your nipple grazed the roof of his mouth, his thick fingers kneading and rolling your other breast. Your hips bucked up against nothing, and you whimpered in despair, no longer used to such ceaselessly tender foreplay. Your hands tangled in his hair, trying to push his head down your body, and Kento mumbled, voice husky and rumbling against your spit-wet nipple.
"Where do you want my mouth?" Before you could answer, Satoru interrupted, his voice low and feverish, working at his balls again with one lube-wet hand, flicking at his own nipples beneath his white undershirt.
"Eat her out, Nanamin. I want to see how fast you can make her cum...or, if you even can." Kento smiled at you again, soft, not rising to the taunts, casting an embargo on the forced air of toxic masculine competition.
"Let me know...if it's too much," Kento offered, his mouth kissing down your belly. As he reached your underwear, all silky straps and ties, Kento paused, tongue grazing just above them.
"Do you like these?" He asked, sincere. You bit your lip, mortified at having been read like a book.
"No," you whispered into the back of your hand, too quiet for Satoru to hear, "not really."
Kento hummed. His strong hands gripped your underwear, snapping one side at a time. Satoru groaned at Kento's fractured restraint, his thighs and back prickling with the edge of his orgasm; "Oh fuck, baby...you see how bad he wants you? Shit. Gonna look so beautiful with his cock inside you...get on with it, Nanamin."
Kento knelt above you, removing the scrap of your underwear, tossing it aside to his shirt. He looked down at you in reverence, his fingertips grazing past the puffy lips of your pussy, to dip his fingers into your wetness, lubricating himself with you. As Kento brought two fingers back up to gently pinch your clit, rolling it between them, he sighed, whispering again at your mewls and cries.
"Beautiful...gorgeous. You take as long as you need."
Kento undid his belt, chest straining against his harness, abs and pecs twitching as he fingered you with devastating expertise. He had imagined you like this so many times, mathematic in his fantasies, calculating how he would orchestrate your divine undoing. His free hand undid his belt, lowering himself to his belly as he rucked off his trousers, boxers and socks, his desperately aching cock now sandwiched between his abs and the bedsheets.
When Kento removed his fingers from your clit, you shot up on your elbows to look down at him with a cry of remand. Your breath caught at Kento gazing at your slick on his fingers, dipping them into his mouth, long pink tongue licking them clean and shivering at your taste.
Satoru's head pressed back against the chair, arching into his hand with a breathless laugh; "Doesn't she taste good, Nanamin? Don't worry...I'll finish her off, if you can't get her there." Satoru didn't know how much longer he could keep going, his cockhead a deep, angry pink, balls tight and full from almost spilling into his hand so many times, determined to outlast Kento. The thrill of the chase consumed him in holy fire.
Kento's eyes twinkled at you, unflappable, chuckling at how you bit your lip down at him, embarrassed by him tasting you with such enthusiasm. He chuckled as you covered your eyes again, nuzzling your inner thigh as you giggled, sharing a moment of companionable silliness. Kento broke it swiftly, dragging you out of your wall-breaking moment, by nuzzling his nose between your folds, and you gasped, moaning, high and long.
Kento had built you up with such precision, that by the time the tip of his tongue slid between your folds, flicking from side to side to part them and lay claim to your neglected bud, you came with a jolted cry, one hand clutching the pillow behind your head, the other entwined in his hair, pressing his face down into your bucking sex.
"--oh fuck-- shit, baby, are you serious? For Nanamin, huh? Fff--fuck-- so fucking beautiful." Satoru was shaking now, competitive bile rising in his throat, sorely tempted to throw Kento off of you, jealously coveting you in a way he hadn't earlier.
Satoru yanked his balls away from the base of his cock with a stilted growl, gripping himself, staving his orgasm away. He wouldn't waste a single drop of his seed until he could throw Kento out, and show you how a real man could fuck you. Kento knew the rules; he could not stay after to watch, and he could not spend his seed inside you. That privilege was Satoru's alone. Satoru ripped his blindfold off with a hiss, tossing it aside, staring into you and Kento and seeing you both in his own unique completion.
Kento wrapped his forearms around you, looped over the top of your thighs, licking you softly down from one orgasm, nuzzling you until you trembled, before lapping you back into his lips, and beginning to build you again, delicate, piece by piece.
"Kentooo-ooooo...aaahhhhh--put your--put your tongue in me-- please please pleas--"
Satoru almost ejaculated untouched, hearing you beg and twist under Kento's hungry tongue. He could see Kento's euphoria from your taste and twitches beneath his tongue. He could see the way Kento subtly fucked himself against the sheets, denying himself, and looking so cool about it, but still undeniably just a man.
"Shit-- baby-- see the way Nanamin's fucking our bed, huh?...fuck, why wouldn't he-- taste so fucking good, should we even let him fuck you, hmm?"
As lights and stars fell in your vision, rutting your clit against Kento's nose, his tongue licking as deeply as he could penetrate inside your cunt, you wondered faintly, that Kento was not fucking you, but making love to you instead. You felt wholly possessed, worshipped.
With Kento at your altar, you revelled, divine and cumming over, and over, and over, lost in some blissful fever-dream. Time lost meaning as he made you fluid beneath him.
Satoru moved to stand, and, still with his face between your legs, guiding you down from another orgasm, Kento raised one impeding just-a-moment finger to Satoru. Satoru's breaths were ragged, and he released his grip on the arm of the chair, moaning weak little moans as his aching cock sat, sore and in desperate need of something softer than his own hand.
Kento kissed his way back up to your mouth, face cupped, swiping the tears from your lashes with his thumbs.
"What do you think?" He whispered, teeth nipping at your tilted throat as you panted and shivered beneath his touch, "Can I give you what you want, goddess?" You nodded, short and incoordinate, and Kento could have burst with covetous pride to feel you hook your legs up and around his back, urging him, inviting him in.
Kento growled, feeling his leaking tip ghost the puffy tight wetness of your entrance. His breath caught in his chest, pins and needles all over his hips and cock as he bit back his orgasm, his brain fighting him with the image of you with his seed dripping all over your folds.
"Like it's your first time," Kento repeated, dipping his thumb over your tongue, groaning in approval as you sucked it, doe-eyed and supple and desperate to taste him, "I'll be gentle...I promise." You shivered, born anew as he began to press his cockhead inside you, both of you balanced on a knife's edge.
Satoru could have wept; your insistence on Kento taking you in missionary, of all positions, shielded you from his view, Kento's cock about to penetrate you behind the plush of your thighs.
"Stop," Satoru ordered, voice rasping, dry, clipped, "I'm here to watch, and you're here to do as you're fucking told, Nanami."
Nanami caught how your face twisted in frustration, anger at having been interrupted. He rose one hand to plait with yours again, licking your jaw as he stroked his cockhead between your folds, teasing your clit, shivering as he slyly encouraged you to give him a pussyjob. You mewled, feeling a hot dribble of pre-cum over your clit, dripping down towards your entrance.
"I only follow one person's orders here, Gojo," Kento rumbled, pressing his slit over your hard little bud, wiggling them together with a hiss so your most sensitive spots slipped together as puzzle pieces for a moment. You felt yourself, shaking like a leaf, feeling such copious amounts of Kento's arousal seep out around the seal his slit had made over your bud. You felt dizzy, clutching Kento's beautiful, clenching arms.
The centre of your world focused so entirely on Kento, you had placed yourself into the palm of his hand, aching for him to control you in a way that was so thoroughly in defence of you.
"Besides," Kento said, pressing his cock deeper now, husky as he felt your tight, gummy walls suck him in, "you should watch her face instead of her pussy...it's the best part."
Satoru whimpered, moaning as he fucked up into his own fist, lube splattered onto his groin, white hair wet with fluids; all for the look on your face as Kento bottomed out, thick and long and filling you with his oozing perfection. Your jaw fell slack, eyes dewy as you drank in Kento's muscular form, still bound by his brown harness. You sobbed with relief at the blissful stretch of his cock within you.
"So good...not too big for you, sweetheart? So brave...move yourself around my cock when you're ready."
You gripped Kento close, your arm round his chest and gripping his harness from the back, face buried into his chest. Your sob of relief at having been filled, threatened to grow into full tears at the exquisite beauty of being possessed with no selfishness. Kento felt you, one enormous hand tangled in the back of your head, the other leaning above you, intertwined with your free hand.
Kento was stock still, mumbling into your hair, kissing your ear, as you rolled your hips upwards, sweeping your slick pussy up and down his length, fucking him as he caged you in. Kento cursed, sweating and groaning, the leather of his harness creaking as his chest strained against it. His brow furrowed, and he cupped your hip in one hand, guiding you to keep sliding your pussy around his throbbing cock, rutting deeply down into you to meet your thrusts.
Hearing your gorgeous little mewls at Kento's blunt cockhead kissing your cervix was Satoru's last straw. His hand stuttered around his cock as he threw his head back, his orgasm hurtling over him with force.
"--agghh shit-- no more, I can't-- fuck you Nanami, you piece of--piece of shit--" Satoru's seed spattered over his belly, dripping down his hand, cock and balls as he groaned, interrupted by breathless, fractured gasps. He watched Kento's hips pick up pace, and watched as you pressed your forehead to his, all honey-rich and sweat as you panted into each other.
Kento couldn't have cared less about Satoru's jealous spitting, for he was wholly possessed by a primal urge to take you, and make you his. He kissed into your belly with his cock, gasping, feeling your walls clench around him, milking so much pre-cum from him that he shook, hot and thirsty, grunting against your clamouring lips.
Kento locked your ankles behind the small of his back, tipping your hips back into a press, pushing you past your pussy's limit to take any more of him. He rutted into you hard, barely pulling back, bullying your spongy walls with savage attentions, fully feral.
"--come on, girl--such a good girl, gonna--ahhh fuck gonna--hold--hold onto me--"
Taking full advantage of Satoru's dopey post-orgasm laxness, Kento pushed himself past the point of no return, loving you greedily and with no intention to share. Kento felt his balls tighten up, his seed loaded and ready to spill.
Satoru realised a moment too late; "--Nanami--pull out--don't you fucking dare--"
Kento came with a bark, feeling his cum start to pulse into you in long, thick spurts. Satoru darted forwards, still messy with his own cum, still half-dazed. Kento slung out an arm, his fingers fixing round Satoru's throat as he grunted, deep husky moans as he continued to spurt inside you, Kento's face the picture of serenity and rage.
Fingers gripped tight around Satoru who stood, teeth bared and considering murder, Kento came down from his high, panting, still rutting lazily into you. You lay, euphoric and full of thick cum, so sticky that it coated your inner walls, clinging to your slick pussy, barely leaking out as Kento pulled out.
"Sorry," Kento huffed, voice uncharacteristically light, "not sure...what came over me. You know what it's like, Gojo."
Kento released Satoru, reaching down to swipe your hair from your eyes, his own amber and affectionate; "Want me to run you a bath?"
You laughed softly, trying to cover your blushes. Satoru gripped Kento by the shoulder, throwing him back. Kento stepped smoothly into it, still looking longingly into you like Satoru was less than the most fleeting of irritations.
"Shut the fuck up, Nanami. Get out."
Satoru climbed over you, pressing you back onto the bed. Feeling his once familiar, adored body and kisses felt so curiously alien. As if you had been overwritten by something so much...more.
Satoru mumbled sweet nothings into your throat, restraining and possessive, as he lined his cock up with your entrance. A core instinctive knowing took control, and you closed your legs with an odd finality.
As Kento did up his last button, you looked to him as his eyes caught yours, fire burning within. He stepped away with a gracious nod, and with the click of the door, your stomach fell.
For Kento had left something behind, blooming within you, and took a part of you with him, pocketing something which you would surely be obliged to follow.
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It took Satoru many years to accept his own mistake. He did not accept it, when you told him you were leaving him. He did not accept it, when Nanami opened his doors to you and your suitcases, in the wee small hours of the night. He did not accept it as he watched you bloom, belly round and full with Nanami's growing seed, Nanami's hand overlaying yours, holding you and your baby. He did not accept it as he saw something between you and Nanami, that he had never felt between himself and you.
His mistake, was that Nanami Kento would not partake in cuckolding.
For Nanami Kento was not a cuckoo at all, but a thief, of the highest calibre.
just had the crazy thought in the middle of trader joes🫣 bf!ino begging reader to let sukuna fuck her infront of him😵💫 i just know sukuna would agree to the idea so fast😭
but anyways i hope you're doing alright❤️
as soon as I read this request I went feral btw I haven't written anything this quickly in a while KGHJFLSGHSKA thank you so much for this nonnie I hope u enjoy and I hope ur doing well 💕
warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, dubcon, weed consumption, alcohol consumption, pet names (princess, sweetheart, baby, etc.), cucking, cuck!ino, coercion, dry humping, male masturbation, daddy!kink, oral m+f receiving, head pushing, fingering, calls your pussy 'she', overstimulation, vaginal sex, hair pulling, creampie, squirting.
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He’s waiting.
He’s been waiting since he got to your apartment.
You and Takuma have never been coy around each other, no matter who’s around. What was meant to be a chill movie night with a few drinks and some weed has really just been you and him making out on the couch, dizzied by the alcohol and drugs coursing through your system.
And still, Sukuna has been waiting.
Waiting for his friend to ask what he’s been waiting to ask.
“I love you…” you whisper, or at least you think you do. It’s louder than intended. What was meant to be breathy love language reserved solely for your partner has garnered Sukuna’s attention, too.
And rather than your boyfriend returning your words. He looks at you, no, through you. His pink haired friend looks at him coldly out of the corner of his eye.
Waiting.
You’re bold, though. When he doesn’t speak right away, you grab his face and pinch his cheeks until his lips are puckering. His warm brown eyes gaze down at you, his concentration fully broken from Sukuna, now.
“I said: I love you, Takuma.” you repeat.
“Baby…” he grins and bites his lip before kissing you softly. “You know I love you too.” he assures you, his head lowering to kiss along your jawline. You can’t repress the gentle moan you emit as you feel his hand travel up your baggy t-shirt and hold your side just below your breast, his thumb stroking across your ribs.
“How much?” you wonder, eyes heavy and bloodshot as you wait for a response. He looks at you again, a little puzzled that you’d even ask.
“How much?” he quirks his brow. “How much do you love me, baby? Tell me… Wanna hear ya,” he smirks.
“More than anything… I’d do anything for you, Takuma. I love you s’much.” you say slowly, pridefully. Adoration interspersed with your casual tone makes his cock throb. His eyes are full as he hears you tell him with ease how much you love him.
Before he can say anything, though, Ino’s eyes stray at the sound of his friend stirring in his spot on the couch. He’s hunched over, lighter in one hand and spliff in the other. He lights it, almost too quickly, and he’s soon leaning back again. His red eyes stare daggers at Ino, his expression is unreadable, but Ino knows the intent behind his glare.
He's waiting, but he’s losing patience.
“Maybe we should go to bed early.” you hint to your boyfriend, wiggling your eyebrows at him in hopes he’ll understand your meaning.
He does.
But instead of looking excited, or interested, he looks between you and your friend. Sukuna exhales a hearty plume of smoke into the air, resting the crown of his head back onto the couch as he stares at the ceiling. The movie is of no interest to any of you, now. You want some alone time with Takuma, and Sukuna is considering leaving.
“W-Wait,” he mutters, cupping your face with both hands and searching your loving gaze. “Anything, really? You mean it?”
“… Well… yeah. I- I guess, yeah. Is something wrong?” you wonder, worry and paranoia flooding through you before you know it. You can feel your heart beginning to beat faster, until his thumbs gently rub against your cheeks. You’re instantly soothed, and further relaxed when you feel a gentle press of your boyfriend’s lips against your own.
“No, baby, nothin’. You’re perfect. You’re always so perfect f’me…” he says, kindly, and you can’t stop the cheesy grin that works its way across your face when you hear him. You lean in to kiss him again, but he pulls away suddenly. “There’s… something… I wanna do. Well, I wanna try.” he explains.
You sit up a little as you look at him, curiosity filling you. You briefly look at Sukuna, almost forgetting he's there until you hear him toss his lighter onto the coffee table.
“If you wanna fuck tonight. Maybe we can try it now…” he starts, sheepishly. His words become dry in his throat and lost in the atmosphere. You’re a little embarrassed that he’s proposing something about your sex life in front of your mutual friend, but you try and ignore his presence. You’re all high, it doesn’t really matter.
“What is it, baby?” you whisper. You close the distance between the two of you, kissing his cheek repeatedly as you wrap your arms around his neck. It’s a passionate bid to give him the confidence he needs to tell you what’s on his mind.
There’s no delicate way for him to ask you what he wants to ask. It’s so perverse, so lewd and debauched. He feels guilty for even thinking it. But it’s rotting his brain.
He keeps breathing, his words dissipating on his tongue as he finds and loses the ability to say what’s he’s dying to say.
“C’mon, baby… you can tell me.” you smile. You start to get nervous again as you can tell he’s wrestling with his thoughts. You have no idea what he could be thinking. It’s a worry, though, thinking your boyfriend has some depraved kink he’s about to spill in front of you as well as his friend.
Why is he doing this now?
“I um… fuck. I— babe, I just. I think it would be… f-fun. Uhhhh…”
“Ask her already.” a dark growl reverberates through your body as you’re once again reminded you aren’t alone. Sukuna stands to his feet, bending down to stub out his joint before he moves behind you. You gasp as you feel his fingers on your jaw forcing your head in place as he keeps your eyes on Takuma’s. “Look at your girl and ask her your dirty favour, pussy.”
Ino gulps, eyes flitting between yours and his. And still, even now, he can’t bring himself to ask. Sukuna gives him time. Plenty of time, before ultimately scoffing. You whimper a little as your head jerks to face him. His hand squeezes your face, not to dissimilarly to what you had done to Takuma moments prior. Your lips puckering as he levels his face with your own.
“He has a weird fetish, princess. He wants to see another man fuck the love of his life. Ain’t that strange?” he smirks, darkly.
You think you’ve misheard him. He lets go of your face and you snap your gaze to see Ino. He’s blushing furiously and has seemingly lost the ability to speak. He can barely even look at you. And that is enough proof, but still.
“Really?” you ask, you try your best to stay calm. It’s a little stern, but casual enough to not seem like a big deal.
“… Y-Yeah. AGH!” he yells as your hand slaps across his face, leaving a stinging sensation in its wake. He looks at you, he seemed ready to yell at you until he sees tears welling in your eyes. “B-Baby? Don’t… Don’t hate me, please. I—”
“You— did you invite him here tonight for this? You told him before me… How—”
“Wait, wait. It wasn’t like that!” he stops you. “We were just, ugh, what was it? Oh, porn! We were talking about different categories and I said I’d been watching some, y’know, cuck shit. S’dumb, I’m so sorry. But I just watched it because I was curious and then I started thinking about it everyday and I thought about us trying it ‘n I just said all that shit to him when I was stoned.”
“So?” you respond. “You invited him over ‘n got me drunk and high ‘n thought I’d just say yes?!”
“No. Well… maybe… a little…” he says, voice trailing off as he thinks about the whole thing a little further. “Shit, I was scared to ask. Because it’s fucking weird and I know it’s weird. I feel like a fucking freak for this, baby. What kinda guy wants to see another dude fuck his girl? It’s weird.”
You don’t speak again for a while, letting him simmer in what he’s saying. It’s not that you are outwardly against it, but you’re not intoxicated enough to ignore how wrongly he went about this. And it’s hard to ignore Sukuna’s looming figure beside you, he’s so intimidating without even trying.
“… Please don’t hate me.” he mumbles as he stares down at his feet. “It’s been driving me crazy, y’know. Thinking about how hot you’d look like that.”
“It’s your decision.” Sukuna says, dropping to the balls of his feet to look at you again. “It’s just sex, sweetheart. I can make you feel good, ‘n you’ll make me feel good. And I think it’ll make that perverted boyfriend of yours feel good, too.”
You look into his eyes as he speaks. It’s not like you’ve never thought of it before. He’s a giant, he’s huge and he has the aura of a man who knows how to fuck. You aren’t dissatisfied in your sex life with Takuma in the least. But everyone has fantasies, right? Everyone has thoughts on what they might be missing out on.
“B-Baby? Please. Just once, I just wanna try it once.” Takuma tells you. It’s a little pathetic how desperate he sounds. And for some twisted reason, it turns you on. How he’s begging to see you receive pleasure at the hands of another man.
You’ve somehow managed to romanticise this depravity. Because now, you feel good about this. Whether intentional or not, Takuma Ino has made you feel like a goddess.
And so, dumbly, you find yourself nodding. His eyes light up, confusion, elation, and unadulterated lust flows through him. You’re caught off guard as Sukuna cups your face with one hand, capturing your lips in a searing kiss before grabbing under the bend of your knee and letting it roam up the back of your thigh.
“N-Now?!” you ask in a panic, breaking the kiss before he returns it once more.
“Yes. Now.” Sukuna tells you, lifting you up and wrapping your legs around his waist as he carries you to the couch he had been sitting on. You’re straddling him, rolling your hips unashamedly as he smirks into your kiss. “You’re soaked, princess.” he says. It’s quiet, but loud enough for Ino to hear.
He palms himself over his sweats as he watches you both, a sultry moan leaves you as you feel rough hands squeeze the fat of your tits over your t-shirt. He tugs at your nipple, licking into your mouth as he pulls away.
“Suck daddy’s cock, baby. Heard you’re a pro.” he grins.
You shuffle off of his lap and between his legs. He goes to undo his belt before you beat him to sit. He interlocks his fingers behind his head as he watches you. He swears if he had blinked he would have missed how quickly you freed his length. Your eyes bulge as it springs out from it’s denim prison and you pull down his jeans and underwear in tandem.
He doesn’t give you any time to marvel at his gargantuan size before he’s lacing his fingers through your hair and guiding his cock to your lips. He’s massive, you feel it as each agonising inch sinks into your mouth and nudges at the back of your throat.
He moans boisterously as you struggle to accommodate him, head rolling back as he looks up at the ceiling above. He chuckles, pushing your head again and again to set a pace for himself, barely considering your lung capacity or pleasure in the least.
His eyes are heavy, lust drunk and purposeful as he looks down at you. Your own are watery and pathetic. You’re overwhelmed and yet you can’t help but chase a desperate desire to please him. You want to impress him, you want him to feel good.
You’re both reminded of your actual boyfriend’s presence when he moans pathetically. Your teeth graze Sukuna’s cock and he hisses at the sensation.
“Focus on me.” he tells you, voice gravelly and intimidating before his eyes move to look at Ino. “Are you really getting off on this? Fucking pervert. Your girlfriend’s choking on my cock and you look like you’re gonna blow your load. Y’think that’s normal?”
“S-Shut up.” he moans softly, the all too familiar sound of sticky, aroused skin fapping fills the room.
You feel your cunt grow wetter by the second. The intense knowledge of everything going on in the room is sending your self esteem into overdrive. You’re doing it for Takuma. And you want to make Sukuna proud.
“Here…” Sukuna grabs his phone. You panic as you see him point it down at you, unwillingly to let him keep video evidence of this twisted transgression. He holds your head down with ease with his free hand, and it’s all you can do to focus on breathing through your nose. You begin to calm as you feel another phone ring behind you. “Answer.” Sukuna instructs.
Ino scrambles to answer the incoming call, moaning further when he sees the perfect first person view of your mouth stuffed full of his best friend’s dick.
“Give him a show baby, he likes it.” Sukuna growls, cupping the crown of your head as he allows you to bob your head at your own pace. “You really are a good little cocksucker. Might have to keep you. Doesn’t she look pretty, Ino?”
“S-So pretty, baby. Fuck, look at ya…” he breathes, slowing down on his own pleasure so he doesn’t cum too fast.
“Look at her squirming, think she’s enjoying all the attention. Is your little pussy dripping ‘cause you’re our pretty star tonight?” he smirks. And at that, you nod. You can’t help yourself. Despite you being the one to please him, you’re completely at his mercy. “Mmm, think I wanna see for myself.” he tells you, yanking you away from his length by your roots.
You gasp, breathless with an aching jaw as you get used to your mouth being your own again. He coos at you, red eyes softening as he admires your drool soaked face.
“Look at what I’ve done to your girl.” Sukuna says as he manhandles you.
He picks you up and turns you so that you’re able to make eye contact with your boyfriend. Ino looks up from his phone so he can observe you with his own eyes. Your eye makeup has streaked beautifully down your cheeks. Your lips are swollen and dampened with slick drool and precum. He has to stop touching himself completely when he looks into your shimmering eyes. They’re filled with water and emotion, the sight of you is better than he ever imagined.
“Say thank you, sweetheart.” Sukuna commands and he firmly grips your jaw. “Gotta say thank you to your boyfriend for letting you have the time of your life with me.”
“T-Thank you, Takuma… thank you.”
“Aw… you’re both a little pathetic, hm? But that’s okay.” Sukuna snarls as he picks you up again, tossing you onto the couch like you’re nothing. You’re a weightless object for him to do with as he pleases. “Let me see you, princess. I want a taste.” he explains. Soon enough, your panties and shorts disappear from your body and he’s face to face with your bare cunt.
He grabs your hand, forcefully shoving his phone into it so you can show your boyfriend what he’s doing.
It’s humiliating.
Your whole body runs hot as he loops his arms around your thighs and buries his face between your legs. A powerful moan rips through you as he gently pulls up the hood of your clit and targets it with a darted tongue.
Tears spill over your eyes as you try to close your legs, much to his dismay, and he pries them apart with ease. He doesn’t let up, your whole body trembling uncontrollably as he continues his assault.
You hold the phone with one hand as the other cards through his pretty pink locks. And at that, he moans. The timbre of his voice vibrates against your skin.
“B-Baby?” Ino speaks, quietly, “Feel good?”
“Fucking. Amazing.” you announce, unashamedly. Your toes curl as you feel two thick fingers delve into your hot cunt. It’s too much. You feel like you might burst as his fingers curl and you try desperately to escape the onslaught. But one muscular bicep around your thigh is more than enough to keep you exactly where he wants you.
“You’re staying right here, sweetheart.” he tells you casually before looking up at you. “You won’t cum if you run away from me.”
“Hnnnng, fuck.” you respond, embarrassingly. All semblance of thought leaves you in the form of slippery slick pooling out of your cunt as he finger fucks you relentlessly. He smirks as he watches, slurping up your juices with obscene satisfaction.
“Pretty little pussy, she’s flutterin’ for me. Just cum for daddy, know you wanna.” he grins.
You’re barely able to think as he immediately swipes his tongue over your throbbing clit. His fingers work in tandem to hammer against your g-spot before you begin to squirm uncontrollably.
“Fu- nngh! D-Daddy! Haah~!” you cry out repeatedly, chanting a slew of daddy’s before you feel your body start to crumble and fall slack. You pant heavily, the phone you were holding a distant memory as the only thing on Ino’s screen is a shot of the ceiling.
He’s holding back, again. Ogling your body as he sees sweat droplets beading on your skin. Your entire body is relaxed, calm. You’re wholly spent and satisfied for the evening, you do nought but watch Sukuna repeatedly pepper kisses on your inner thighs.
“You look happy,” he tells you as he looks up.
“You’re… you’re good at that…” you say, finally feeling shame wash over you as you realise you just came on your boyfriend’s best friend’s face. “That was—”
“Was? Didn’t say we’re done, baby.” he cuts you off. Before you can ask what he means, he’s pulling you onto the ground with him by your wrist. “I didn’t get to cum yet, did you really think we were through here?”
“S-Shit, sorry!” you gasp, utterly powerless as he bends you over the coffee table. Even if your body wasn’t so relaxed, you’d still be a ragdoll to him.
“He needs to see your face while I ruin this beautiful cunt.” he smirks, parting your legs with his muscular thigh. He tuts as he observes your form, grabbing a fistful of your hair. “What is this, baby? I know no one else has made you cum that hard but you need to look pretty when you have an audience.” he explains.
He pulls your hair aggressively until your back is in a beautiful arch. Your fingers grip desperately onto the sides of the coffee table, your tits squashed against the cool glass breaks your body temperature as you’re unsure of whether you’re freezing cold or boiling hot.
Your body soon flushes again as you feel Sukuna guide his heavy tip to your entrance. He teases your hole repeatedly, the sticky tacking sound is the only thing that can be heard; alongside Ino’s self-pleasure.
He grunts as he slams into you with a powerful thrust. Your eyes cross and you feel as though you could pass out from the pressure brewing in your core.
“Fuuuuuuck, tiny princess cunt’s a tight li’l hugger.” he tells you before holding onto your hips with a bruising grip. Your ass and thighs ripple with each brutal deliverance from his desperate humping.
This, now, isn’t for you. If you feel pleasure, that is a bonus. You feel it in the way he savagely pounds into your wet walls, you are his toy that is designed to make him cum.
“You look so pretty, babe. D-Does it feel good? Y’look so fucked out.” Ino smirks, biting his lip as his fist becomes a blur. “Can you— describe it for me, baby.” he requests.
“Unfff, f-fuck. He’s— I feel— him— here.” you tell him before pointing to your throat. He lets out a guttural moan at that, and if your mind wasn’t already so hazy, you’d be amazed that he was truly getting off on this.
“Glad he’s making you feel s’good, babe. Knew he would…” he trails off. “Are you gonna let him fill you up?” he asks, face dropping a little as he hears a scoff from Sukuna.
“Tch. Sick bastard.” he says in response. He bends over, his sweat coated skin presses into your back and he continues to desperately hump into you like a primal animal. He moves your hair aside as he sensually bites and kisses your earlobe. You could just about cum when you feel him lick the skin behind your ear, tangled with an amalgamation of eager, determined moans. “He wants me to breed you like an animal. Would ya like that, princess? Can daddy fill your precious little pussy up?”
You nod, quickly. Your vision blurry as you think you might be genuinely about to pass out from the pleasure. You’re utterly blinded by it. The feeling of his cock bullying itself into you and repeatedly kissing your sweet spot is like no other feeling you’ve experienced before.
And still, even in your cock drunk mind, you can’t help but wonder how you’ll ever be able to live without feeling him inside of you again.
He pulls your body up with his own, wrapping his hand around your throat and squeezing just enough to keep you barely conscious. You’re pointlessly grabbing for anything to grab onto, but there’s nothing. His free hand rubs your clit vigorously, and you know you’re soon to be a goner.
“That’s it, good girl. Good fucking girl, milk daddy’s cock jus’ like that. Juuus’ like that. So tight f’me, mmmpf, so fucking tight for me. Perfect pussy’s not gonna let me go. Gonna cum with me, yeah? Come on, cum on daddy’s cock, make a big mess. Umpf, fuck, fuck, FUCK!”
He practically roars, feeling not an ounce of shame as he fucks his thick, heavy load into you. You’re no better, though, whining pathetically as a waterfall gushes from between your legs for the first time in your life. It arouses Ino more than anything ever has in his entire life, so at that, he finally let’s go. Coating his hand in shimmering white globs as he watches Sukuna forcefully make out with you through your high.
Sukuna pulls you back with him as he sits on the couch with you on his lap, pulling out of your hot, sullied cunt as the mixture of clear liquid and pearlescent sperm drips from your throbbing hole. He slaps his cock against your clit, your entire body jolting with each repeated smack.
“Did you— fuck, baby, that was perfect… Did you have fun?” Ino asks, almost breathlessly as he wipes the mess from his hand on his sweatpants.
Sukuna looks up at your near lifeless body, you don’t even have the energy to look at either of them let alone speak. He smirks, at that, before turning his attention to Ino.
“Don’t think she’s ever been fucked so good in her life,” Sukuna grins. “I don’t think you’re gonna have a girlfriend for much longer.”
Thinking about older step sis Valeria cucking and bullying you.
Obvious NSFW/18+
The cucking doesn't happen until a while later. But the first few months of your parents' marriage is spent with the older girl making it known how pathetic she finds you, how much she hates you yet loves messing you with.
Borrowing your things without permission, wearing your clothes, eating your snacks–
Even using your toys.
Finding your dildo sat on your bedside table instead of where it should be, glistening, still wet with her arousal.
As you stare in mortified disgust, her voice rings out behind you.
"I made it better, zorra." Valeria says, smirking and leaning against your doorway. "Bet it tastes better now, too."
Despite the way you cuss her out and slam the door in her face, a shameful part of you considers it, of sucking on the toy she'd had inside her moments ago.
The cucking obviously only starts once you get a boyfriend: Alejandro. You'd never even suspect it with the way they argue in front of you, but of course, your stepsister can't let you have nice things... at least not without testing them herself.
Alejandro slipping out of bed in the middle of the night for a drink, only for Valeria to press up against him, tantalizing and tempting.
Alejandro coming to pick you up from work but when he does Valeria is in his car and it smells like sweat and something else...
Alejandro being full of guilt yet Valeria makes him swallow it along with the taste of her cunt, riding his face and soaking his beard and later watching him kiss you, knowing he hadn't had time to wash his face.
You only catch on when you finally catch them.
In your bed.
They don't even stop, Valeria turning to grin at you as she rides your boyfriend like a cowboy, telling you about all the things they'd done together until you're teary eyed.
And yet, you still stand there.
After he's cum in her, she pulls off, laying back and spreading her legs.
"Come, zorra," she coos, spreading her lips apart. "Clean me. I know you want to."
And shamefully, you do as told, kneeling between your stepsister's thighs and licking your boyfriend's cum from her pussy, Valeria holding you there and grinding against your tongue until she cums again.
locked up in your cage you cant help but watch the goddess tease you,fresh out the shower,watching from you pathetic loser corner,she flaunts her phat ebony pussy lips in your face knowing you love the taste… your sore penis beating inside its cage while your mouth fills with water & her scent still on your gooner stache from her intense face ride she woke you up with in the middle of the night…you know shes ready to do it again
It has always been comforting to have your husband on top of you during sex.
You get to feel his arms hold onto you firmly, cradled against his chest like a sacred treasure, while you listen to the effect you have on him through those raspy groans against your neck.
“Taking me so well, like always.”
Kuroo moves his hips in languid strokes, lifting his head to stare at you when he gives a particularly deep roll. Like some sort of confirmation that you too feel the pleasure he’s experiencing.
Perhaps it’s vanilla—you don’t really care—but being on your back allows you to roam your hands over his broad shoulders, your touch eager and clinging onto every pound of muscle.
“Stay like this,” you choke out, his thrusts far from rushed. But it’s the way his pubic bone meets your clit what quickly has warmth pooling at your belly. “There.”
Overwhelmed by your sudden tightness, he kisses you the way you like: sloppy, teasing, without hurrying. Not like he doesn’t enjoy them either, his shaft betraying him by giving an obvious twitch inside of you.
That’s when you see the perfect opening.
“Babe…” you clench on purpose again, drawing out a low groan from your husband. “…would love to see you with someone else.”
His body reacts before his brain can catch up with what you just said, his cock throbbing even as his thrusts come to a stop. He’s already pulling away from your mouth, confusion written all over his face.
“What—”
You interrupt him with another kiss, wanting to cut off whatever hesitance he may have.
“Hmph… deep in another woman’s pussy,” your words are hell for his sanity, conflicting him and turning him on at the same time.
He groans your name upon hearing you speak so lewdly, hips pushing forward without thinking. “Don’t say that.”
“Why? Don’t you think it’ll feel nice?” You know the outcome of this could be unfavorable, you thought about it quite a lot before daring to say it out loud. Still, you are willing to take the risk. “I wanna see you. Let me.”
“You— baby that’s…” he’s embarrassingly close, ashamed to admit even to himself how his brain is already running through the possible scenarios. “You want a threesome? I—”
“No. I want you to fuck another woman,” your legs wrapping around his hips have him moving faster. “And I want to watch.”
Curses leave his mouth, his hips jerking rapidly at the imminent finale. “Ngh– fuck, cumming!”
So you let him, your touch on his back still present, soothing while you milk every drop of bliss out of him.
You suspect that he already pictured a certain someone in his mind.
—
The water from the shower is still running when you press your phone against you ear.
Her voice comes through with an unassuming, almost bored, ‘Hello’. Most likely wondering who’s behind the unknown number.
“Did my husband give you enough relief the other day?”
Yuko’s line stays silent and you wonder if she’s surprised or if she expected you to find out.
“I’m not calling to cause a scene,” you continue, eyes glancing at the bathroom door fleetingly before continuing. “I actually want to propose something to you… sleep with my husband while I watch.”
“Pardon?”
She sounds taken aback and you sigh, knowing you’re on borrowed time.
You’re about to repeat yourself when you realize you can’t hear the water running anymore.
“Meet me during your lunch break, I'll text you the details. Not a word to him.” you rush through your words before ending the call.
The bathroom door opens right as you pocket your phone, Kuroo’s eyebrows furrowed under the damp hair lying flat on his forehead.
“Who were you talking to?”
Oddly enough, you don’t feel nervous. And with a confused grin, you walk past him as you head out of the room.
“No one?”
—
“Is this a joke?”
Yuko’s tone comes off bored—and she must be. She’s been sitting on the chair across from yours for the past minute watching you stir your drink as if unfazed by her presence.
“You didn’t rat me out to him,” you take a sip of your coffee, her face revealing nothing. “Do you have feelings for him?”
That gets a grimace out of her, and you can tell it’s genuine.
“Not at all.”
That makes you chuckle. “Listen, I'm not upset. It’s… confusing, and for some reason, I don’t feel like he’s looking for something beyond physical. With you—or anyone outside of our marriage.“
“He’s not, he’s all yours,” it’s her turn to take a sip of her coffee under your curious gaze. “He’s not seeing anyone else.”
Silence settles briefly, her words oddly reassuring.
“So…” she continues after setting her drink down, interest piqued. “Are you a voyeur?"
You chuckle, relaxing in your seat as you ponder her question. “Sorta? I think in my case it would be called a cuck?”
It feels silly to say it out loud for the first time, to share what’s been tormenting your for weeks with the person who’s partly responsible for your current situation.
“I'm not judging, but… why not cuck him?”
“Doesn’t feel the same,” you shrug. You’ve given it a lot of though, but something about it doesn’t feel right. “Maybe one day, but you are already here. So, why not?”
a lot of the bllk men are kind of cuck-y. like if not full “please fuck my wife” then at least that psychosexual obsession with the other men you’ve fucked. asking you between heated kisses if his teammate’s cock is bigger than his, if he fucks you better, if he can make you cum harder. wants to know how you took it, if he came inside you or on your face or in your mouth, all the while he’s getting harder just hearing about it.
