Lowkey having Harada cravings after reading your FGO NSFW Hcâs of himâŠ.I wanted to ask if you could write jealous (or brat tamingâŠor both?) sex with Harada and a fem reader if thatâs okay with you? â€ïž
â„ïž not proof-read as usual because I like to court death by writing in tumblr drafts; female reader; reader is the master; minors do not interact; contains explicit content; nsft; jealous/possessive Harada; rough? Yes. rough; usage of vulgar language; sinfully-yours is in! /j; possible errors and ooc; first smut short fic aack; here goes my writing streak; absolutely filthy; no crumbs of shame is left yet again; written at night, cut me some slack againnn haha; gensai cameo; lowkey (?) based on the Shinsengumi Harada HCs I posted previously; the 'newcomer' servant is left vague, so it can be anyone you want/fits!; master got a bit too silly; someone pass me some holy water/floofy drink to chug down on, after this /j; this turned out longer than expected, I'm surprised; here goes my smut readings coming into good use (1); rip my harada, won't be able to face him properly in my own chaldea after this /j.
áŽxáŽÊᎠɎáŽáŽáŽs: hii, nonnie~! I apologize for taking a bit to do your request, I sure do hope your harada cravings are satisfied with this one! (I'm still so surprised that my Shinsengumi HCs were so well-received, haha.) This would be my first time publishing spice in a one-shot/short fic format >.< But I hope you'd like it! (Hehe, I'm feeling well-fed too with the streams of Shinsengumi/FGO requests! âĄ). Special thanks to my homie for helping me get through this one through late-night discussions over thirsts, lol; I can finally eep.
Again, MDNI (Minors do not interact). Please read at your own risk! (Content under the cut!)
Harada no issues, yes, when his darling of a Master interacts with the other servants, moreso for newcomers. He's aware that's part of your natureâ bonding and attaching servants to your side and cause was exactly how you had attracted him like a magnet too. Even the most considerably difficult ones were fond of your unyielding kindness. Harada loved that in you too, and as much as he does want to keep you all to himself, he found himself of great privilege to be called as your one and only lover.
But goodness, you're spending less and less time with him. Even the morning kisses that he'd so relish and prolong before starting your day together with him, only felt so chaste and quick before you hurried off on your feet and stunned him in place. Not that he's one for being chaste in the bedroom with you, no. But all in all, as your lover, can't he feel even just a bit greedy for your affections?
Seeing how you bask in showering the newcomer servant with your affections, having made them recently as a good acquaintance of yours, like all other servants, however... Just pisses him off. Bit by bit. He doesn't even know if you're doing this on purpose just to prick at his skin, so that he may act on unchaste impulses beyond the usual deep kissing, hugs and hand-holding. Is he not enough for you already?
You're giggling. You're smiling. Even sharing whispers or two with them. You won't even hug him back during night at bed! Of course, he'd be one grumpy and pouty cat, he doesn't care how he's described now. The peaks of Jealousy are certainly starting to spike in his mind.
Deep breaths. Harada. You can't afford to put on a show for everyone just because of your heightening annoyance with this pesky littleâ he inhaled. Then exhaled, preventing the urge to just simply whip out his spear and lunge it Gae Bolg styled at the poor unsuspecting new servant. Whoever they may be.
".... Hey, Harada."
The red-haired lancer squints his eye, and turns his head to the side, right towards the owner of the low and muffled female voice that belonged to none other than Gensai. Her stare alone looked as if it was penetrating through his skull without the use of an actual sword.
".... What is it, sis?"
He answers with more irritation than he'd thought would come out. Rather than take offense, the striped-haired Assassin heaves out a sigh and shook her head.
"You know... You're not being slick, right now. I don't need to even hear you mumble curses beneath your breath to even know that you're feeling envious of the newcomer."
Gensai spoke, matter-of-factly before looking back up at him again and then crossing her arms with the same deadpan expression on her face.
"Stop sulking around. You're a man, aren't you? If you take pride in lunching ahead with your spear towards enemies, then do the same here. Man up. Master is not the kind of person to abandon a lover, once she swears herself to one. I heard from... Miss Mash herself that you're the first and only lover of Master. So chin-up."
Gensai calmly reprimanded him, which did render Harada quietly as he closed his eyes, trying to rationalize his thoughts before his class could shift from Lancer to Berserker out of peak jealousy. No, no. Indeed. He can't be a petty child. Not right now, while in front of so many people. Besides, Hijikata might get his ass kicked hard if he acts out of line.
"I'm no expert with romance but... Surely just being honest and upfront to Master that you're feeling touch-starved would do the trick. You're rightfully Master's lover. So, Demand that privilege out of her, in a polite manner. If you want, just march up over there, scoop an arm around her waist and make your presence known before whisking her off for a good talk. Demand what's rightfully yours."
Gensai says, and a sigh escapes past the Lancer's lips. A few seconds later, he turns his head towards her, opening his eyes and nods his head quietly, muttering a thanks before walking up to where you stood, chatting away with your new servant. His eyebrows furrowed, and his hands curled up to a fist at his sides, but remembering Gensai's words prompted him to unfist them lest he gets himself in huge trouble with you.
Demand what's rightfully yours. And he will.
"Master."
Harada greets you, and out of nowhere, elicits a gasp from your lips as he wraps his arms around your waist, and pulls you close up against his chest. He places his chin over your shoulder, sniffing out your scent, as blood rushed to your cheeks as you registered his warmth. The other servant looked stunned as you are, all the while Harada just went ignoring their existence to make your focus shift on him. That you may get the message.
"H-Haradaâ! You surprised me...!"
You recoiled from his tight grip, hands up in the air in a surrendering position, unable to break away from his grasp. Not even one bit. He definitely looked like some clingy cat, right now.
"You didn't even sit down for breakfast with me, Master. Do you even still manage to fill your stomach well, as you would, whenever we...sit down for a meal together instead? As your lover and not just your servant... Isn't it my duty to ensure that you're in good shape?"
He says, shifting his gaze momentarily to the servant in front of him, who blinked, still stunned at the scene that was playing out in front of them, and of his Harada's possessive grip on your waist and at his slight jab in proclamation of being your lover.
Of course, you've grown perceptive enough over the years. It did take a bit to settle in, but once you have, you sighed while Harada had a silent exchange of stares, his own threatening, while keeping you close to him.
It's not what he thinks, really. You were blabbering about Harada the entire time to the newcomer, about how dearly beloved your boyfriend is, when they got curious when you had mentioned it in passing that you were dating a certain Captain and no less, the Spearmaster of the Shinsengumi. Fairly famous, yes. You haven't even said anything yet, only opening your mouth when Harada did the excusing.
"Now then, would you excuse us a bit? Forgive me for the intrusion. But... I'd like to speak to the Master about something... important and private. Don't mind if I take up some of her time, for now. She'll... probably be back later."
Maybe not. He thought before pulling away only to grab one of your hands, and he practically just drags you away, leaving the other servant to react on their own about the scenery of the two lovers, grappling on the edges of jealousy. If he wanted to, Harada would've stolen attention to the both of you by carrying you up princess-styled instead. But alas, his heart was thumping so impatiently against his chest it could almost burst.
The moment you two got back to your shared room, with Harada finally letting go of your wrist, as he then pins you to the wall, cornering you with his hands on either sides of your head.
"Now, are you going to face me more properly now, dear Master? Or should I be more direct in how this touch-starved Sanosuke express his cravings for your attention? Is that what you want to hear out of me?"
Harada spoke, staring back at you, dead-eyed with his lips in one still straight line. You gulped, feeling his breathing mix with yours. It took you a moment or two before a semblance of consciousness came to you, and it was your low chuckle that gave the red-haired lancer pause.
"Haha, you know, Harada-kun, I never...expected that you'd actually be this...needy."
You mused, and his lips started to curve up to a pout at your words.
"Needy? Hah, as if! Maybe you're forgetting my rights as your partner, Master-chan?"
He sarcastically responds back, and you sighed, before a more daring look slips on your face. His sassiness is giving it away.
"So you are jealous. Don't be. I'm actually talking about you to the new servant, you know? So, quit that pouting."
Harada blinked, taken aback, but that didn't seem to convince him entirely and he leaned closer towards you, your locks almost brushing with his own bangs.
"Then, what's with the...quick motions, huh? You won't even hug me back in bed at night, let alone greet me with longer morning kisses like you usually do and even eat breakfast with me so you could eat with another. Am I wrong about being envious, if I am?"
Harada pouted, to which you kept lowly chuckling at, though you did feel kind of bad. Certainly not your intention, but you do admit you just want to tease him a little bit, to truly see the extent of his 'love' for you. Fair enough to match all the words you speak on him, on the newcomer, yes? And it seems like, he really has fallen hard. The idea occurred to you in one of your chats with the newcomer servant. And here you are, with him.
You've never seen Harada lose his cool this way as your lover, since he's got a fine balance of his emotions and is usually well sated with affections from your own end all the while you'd attend to the other servants too. But, doesn't that make him all the more worthwhile to tease, just a bit more?
"So, you long for me that much, Harada-san."
You mused, before leaning closer, a playful smile present on your lips. While he stared at you, with the same expression.
"In that case, why not show me how badly you want me, hm?"
Famous last words. He raises an eyebrow, and slowly, his gaze darkens. You're pushing him to his limits, huh? In that caseâ
"... We'll see if you can keep that teasing look on your face, and if you can even face that...servant again, once I'm done with you here, Master."
In a flash, you were already hoistered upwards into his arms and before you knew it, you were already thrown onto the mattress of your bed with a low thud and a startled yelp that slipped past your lips.
"Let's see how brave you are."
Harada says, as he hovered above you, while your cheeks flushed red but didn't do anything to stop him. You dug your own grave, probably, for daring Harada into this. Your sight blurs out as he then leans down his lips, and begins lapping his tongue and teeth at the exposed skin of your neck. You grunted, breathing becoming heavier as he launched a series of assaults upon your skin, eager to cover it with bite marks and hickies, to mark you as his own.
Nimbly, his hands matched his pacing all the while he filled your neck with marks as your body stiffened beneath his touch. His fingers skillfully unbuttoned your top, revealing your black lacey bra and your creamy skin. Harada can't resist not to lick his lips at the sight, as he went sliding at your top to slip past your shoulders before diving in like a man parched, drawing out his kisses and bites all the way down at your collar bone and onto your cleavage.
He nipped rather aggressively and roughly, drowning out your thoughts into a series of wordless moans. Harada smirked, feeling already rather victorious at his hold of you, as he continued to hover his lips to graze along your skin.
"Still feeling bold, Master?"
He says, just to nudge at your senses. Not backing down so easily even in the heat of the moment, admittedly having liked his roughness, you managed to stutter out your response with a smile present on your lips.
"Hah... You call that neediness, Harada-san?"
You tried to speak, just to match his rough momentum to which Harada huffed lightly at, reaching up one of his hands to grab and firmly at your clothed chest, having a feel of your round breast even through the cloth that stood as barrier to his direct touch.
"Ah, playing hard to get... Or should I say, feeling bratty today, I see, Master?"
Harada mused, his eyes dark with the forbidden dark thrill of lust. His 'little spear' down there is starting to form and harden into its own spear too, poking through his pants, to which he pressed and grinded against your thigh so that you may be able to have a teaser of the monster that lays beneath Harada Sanosuke's pants.
"I'll have you eat up your own words, Master. You're gonna regret playing around with my feelings today."
He says. He's definitely going to demand what's rightfully his. Just like Gensai said. But of course, he's not gonna blurt out what he's done with Master to her later about making up. He might as well get a nice stab to the skull for being vulgar. Of course. All that he sees now is all his to see. The effects...in the aftermath, however, is another story.
Harada would want to draw this session between the two of you out longer. He'll make you a crying and squirming mess, sooner than later. He's going to take all that's rightfully his. You've deprived him for so long. Now, you're all his for the taking.
Everything went out in a blur, afterwards, and the next moment, after your cute little tauntâ your clothes have already sprawled out on the floor so carelessly thrown around by the beast of yearning, er, rather, by Harada, leaving you completely in the nude. You look exactly like a feast of the taking. He's got no time to waste discarding your pesky and distracting clothes off.
Even at your revelation albeit playfully spoken, whenever his mind shifts back to your moment with that servant, a flare of jealousy truly just runs into his veins. Harada really is going to go all out today. Don't blame him for this, for you have brought this on yourself for being so playful.
Swiftly, he grips at your waist, lifts you up into his arms a bit, turns you around and makes you lie flat on your stomach with your back arched as he ensures that you'd be standing on your tip-toes before you yelped out aloud when the sensation of a loud smack to your rear made you wince and reel in pain but also of a forbidden thrill.
"Feel that?"
He says, before sending another smack to your rear, grasping one globe wholly into his hand before bending his body over to lean down slightly to whisper at your ear as he watches you slowly lose composure with the way your body quivered at his touch.
Smack after smack, until he could hear that little moan out of your lips. Then, with one last squeeze and grab at your rear (for now), Harada trails his hand down all the way to your slick budâ dripping so wet it could stain the sheets, and so visibly seen even from behind. He smirked, feeling slightly satisfied.
"Wet already, Master? A few smacks to the rear and you're already this wet...? What a whore."
He says, before then startling you when he snuck his hand down further, parted at your glistening folds from behind for presentation before slipping one finger in, exploring through your wet cavern as he grinded the bulge of his little spear up against your thigh, rubbing it just to overwhelm you.
Remember. You dared the same man who defied death numerous times throughout his entire life. Your little teasing does nothing to deter him, right now. He's no coward from a dare, least of all, yours.
"So tight... You're this excited already, huh? Surely I can just fit and ram myself in through this pretty little hole of yours, huh, Master?"
Harada mused, adding another finger in, sliding through your cavern as he explored your depths all the while you reached and gripped for the sheets, voice already turning slowly hoarse from his actions. You could barely even move so well as you shivered at his contact.
"Look at you. Already a sobbing and submissive mess. What a pretty whore you made of yourself. This hole loosened up to me so obediently, running in contrast to its owner's mouth."
He continued, dirty talking you at your wits' end as he roughened his ministrations inside you through his fingers that left no spot untouched.
"Bet that servant, no matter how close they'd get with you... Or anyone else... Heh, they'd never see you in this state. Only I get to have you like this, don't I, Master?"
Harada says, continuing to draw out your release as you tearfully held onto the sheets, barely able to hold yourself back any longer but before you could even make the release you've started to crave for, Harada suddenly withdraws his hand, leaving you a quivering mess, with bated breaths. You looked over your shoulder, eyes welling up with tears and a pout.
"What was that for?"
You questioned him, admittedly having enjoyed his touches and movements far a lot more than you thought. At the corner of your eye, you watched as Harada smirked at your expression all the while he raised his slick-covered fingers to his lips and made you watch as he licked them clean and thoroughly with his mouth.
"What? Expecting more, Master? Haven't I told you already? You're not getting princess treatment for today, not with that cute little stunt of yours."
Harada murmurs, before leaning over, hovering over your back before reaching his out with his hand, grasped at your chin to keep your head still and on him only.
"You want it badly? Then you're going to have to beg, Master. If you want a good time then beg for it. Not everything comes for cheap or so easily, you know?"
Harada says, watching your expressions with growing thrills of lust. Of course, normally, Harada won't be able to resist each and every whim of yours. But for now, he's going to dominate every fiber of your being, imprint his mark through the seed that he's been yearning to release from its cell in the form of his pants, until there'd be no denying that you're all his. No one else's.
But you were growing desperate. He's tracing his hands over your back so suggestively, teasing you of a denied release. You might as well just give him what he wants so that you'd finally see heaven with a fulfilling climax. But heavens not, dear, not with those sinful thoughts of yours. You cared not, for the moment for any of that. Harada feels heavenly himself already, frustrated, pent-up, pouty and rough. You're not going to lie. He feels good. He hits all the right places.
You can only wonder what he feels like once it's his member that's stretching you out.
"Beg for it, Master."
Harada repeats, his whisper husky against your skin, as he mused himself with patience to see how long it'll take before you lose your mind. And you finally cracked under sheer pressure.
"Harada... Please."
You murmured tearfully, as he hummed, urging you to continue with his teasing touches that continued.
"Please, what? Can't you be any louder, Master? You're normally so loud with yapping to that servant, but can't even muster to complete a sentence here with me. Come on. Out with it."
Harada says, his hand now hovering over her hips, tapping it gently as if already expecting your answer with how you're already surrendering yourself to him, little by little yet mind-reeling touches.
"Harada. Please. Fuck me."
You muttered, breathlessly. Still not loud enough. Harada startles you with a smack to the rear, his constraints starting to loosen up.
"What was that? Louder."
Another smack, and you've finally lost it.
"Fuck me, please, Harada!"
You yelled out louder this time, with all the air that your lungs could possibly breathe out. And that does it. Unable to take it any longer, Harada moves away a bit from you before you hear the sounds of clothes shuffling, and of a belt clinking undone followed by a low thud as it dropped to the floor.
Harada was already clad in sweat, with the atmosphere of the room charged with intensified heat, as he then frees his throbbing little spear from the confines of his pants, grabs at your hips, and rubbed it teasingly against your entrance, measuring out with his imagination just how much you'll be able to take of him.
You can't even form any proper words right now, until he reaches out with one of his hands to tug and pull at your hair back against him as he nudges himself against your entrance.
"One last time, Master. What do you want?"
Harada spoke, with you feeling dazed as he made you arch you back as he tugged and pulled at your hair, positioning you snugly against his 'little spear' that's just about to invade your folds.
"Y-youâ! I want you, Haradaâ! I want you!"
You said out loud with little shame left, and in one tight grasp, you finally felt him penetrate your insides from behind, as you quivered and moaned out loud as he thrusted, parting your glistening folds to accommodate his humongous size. Harada spared no other effect with his declining patience, and once he's first filled you to the brim, he pulls out, leaving only the tip in before slamming back in and he began rutting in youâ full speed ahead you could easily mistake seeing shooting stars fall outside the window.
But you know what, Harada is definitely shooting his own 'stars' inside you right now.
Sounds of loud squelching and skin-slapping sounds filled the air, engulfing the room in the heat of your passionate and rough lovemaking. With every thrust comes a recollection of your past neglect turned out to be a prank, and of that servant you showered affections on. The thought alone brings firs to his veins, and he grew even more ferocious with his speed.
"You feel that, huh, Master? Feel me... Haah... Stretching this tight hole open wide, splitting you open my cock?"
Harada spoke between loud and heavy pants, barely pausing in his movements as he then frees your hair from his grip only to grasp tightly at your hips to ram you faster and rougher with heightening heat rush.
"Say it."
Harada commands, gripping you tightly as he keeps pistoning his impaling length in and out of your weeping hole, eager to dry it out with plentiful of thrusts.
"Say it. Who do you belong to?"
Harada says, before bringing down another slap down to your already-reddened rear cheeks as he remained with a punishing pace to take you.
"You! I belong to you, H-Harada-sanâ!"
You feel another smack registering down in your already reddened cheeks.
"Louder!"
He commanded, as he kept going, only becoming rougher and rougher with his movements to the point it could bruise your insides.
"You!! I belong to you, Harada-san! I-I belong t-to... Unghâ! To no one else b-but H-Harada Sanosukeâ!"
Now, that's more like it. Harada leans down, his forehead resting against the crown of your head, as he gritted his teeth and moved with all his might, barely halting as dark satisfaction filled his heart. Had servants been able to reproduce, you're more than sure he would've brought at least two children already out of you from this single union alone.
You gripped tighter at the sheets, and this time felt Harada wrap his arms around your waist, steadying you with his head resting on top of your own as you nearly could collapse from pleasure, and at your impending release. You could feel him throb inside you, indicating how close Harada already is too. You two went at it, for a few more thrusts until the both you moaned in synced, trembled altogether in shared warmth as release came crashing down on you both like a huge tidal wave.
Harada released into large spurts inside you, his movements stilling as he climaxed and filled you up, and momentarily made his shaft act like some sort of a clog before slowly pulling out, heaving heavily, his chest stricken with sweat through his black sleeveless top that flexed his muscles now almost completely with all the sweat.
As your release subsides, with his own dripping down your thighs, you finally collapse wholly on the bed, with your knees giving out on you. You're feeling rather dazed, not until you feel his hands, now gentler in touch, gently help you up and lift you up before laying you down carefully on the bed.
".... Sorry, Master, I went overboard with that one."
Harada whispers, eyes glancing nonetheless to all the marks he's left on you and at your quivering legs that could barely close as you're still reeling from your amazing peak of release.
"Mngh... I-it's fine..."
You tried to assure him, but Harada is quick on his feet, having already grabbed a towel and wiped you clean with gentle ministrations compared to his earlier rough movements. He's got you spent, and he got you all to himself. He's satisfied.
"Don't push yourself. Take a rest."
Harada whispers gently into your ear, letting the gentle coldness of water slide across your skin, before then even adorning you in your own sleeping clothes by himself when he has noticed the falter in your demeanor, prompting him to take good care for you, for the time being until you'd fall asleep to warmth's gentle embrace.
Soon enough, once you get up for work, Harada is definitely going to tease the living lights of you once the others have noticed the marks on your neck, and of the way your legs would quiver. Victory is all he is, at the moment.
Until he's more than sure, that you shall be all his. Forevermore. Harada will never live this one down with you and especially for the more-perceptive one. But truly, he's grateful especially given your efforts. Though, of course, he hopes that your intimate session hayd been a good lesson for you.
Regardless of your answer, either way, you'd probably be most happy being absolutely wrecked or not by him. Nonetheless.
youâd spent the entire evening trying to get a rise out of him. you were sitting on his bed, poking at a how sleepy he was, even joking that he probably wouldnât wake up if you took all your clothes off right infront of him. you thought it was funny.
until he caught your ankle in a grip that was strong, dragging you toward him until you were flat on your back.
âxavier!â you gasp, your breath hitching as he crawled over you, âwait, i was justââ
but xavier didnât look tired anymore. no, he looked hungry. he hovers over you, his silvery golden hair falling over his eyes, his gaze heavy and possessive.
âyouâve been talking all night,â he murmured, his voice soft but still weighted with sudden and dark intent. âi think itâs time you used that mouth to say something else.â
âyou...you were awake the whole time?â you whisper, your heart hammering against your ribs. god, you love when he gets like this. all the innocence faded. the way his eyes darken and he looks at you like that. so much so that he stops being a gentleman and takes you like a toy. and you want it each time. you want him to show you how nasty he can be when heâs not pretending to be a saint.
xavier smiles. he smiles so soft but you know there is none left in him right now. âevery second,â he breathes against your lips, his voice dropping to a low guttural sound that has your core throb.
he dosenât wait for you to catch your breath. xavier moves down your with quiet, lethal efficiency as he strips you down until your bare. when he settles between your thighs, he shoves your legs wide, pinning your knees back to your shoulders. he stares down at your glistening cunt, watching the way your folds pulse for him and him alone.
âyouâre already begging,â he whispers. without warning, he spits directly onto your clit, warm thick glob sliding down into your opening.
âxav....â you moan, your hips jerking at the sudden feeling. xavier lets out a small laugh.
âyou like this donât you? being treated like this,â he says, using his fingers to smear the spit around with the slick, shining mess youâve already made. âlook at how youâre waiting for me. begging to be used. youâre so fucking wet, itâs pathetic. i bet you want me to lick you clean, donât you?â
xavier leans in, the first touch of his tongue to your sopping cunt making you release a loud whine. he isnât being gentle, he buries his face into your cunt, his tongue flicking and swirling against your folds with relentless speed and pressure. he uses his mouth to suck you, deep, tongue entering your hole to mimic a rhythmic fuck, driving deep inside your opening before coming out to wreck your clit again.
suck. suck. suck.
the way heâs eating you out is filthy. oh but you love it. he can tell by the strings of moans and whimpers leaving your sinful mouth as your fingers come down from holding your thighs up to tangle in his fluffy hair, pulling him towards your pussy.
âah..h..xavier, d-donât stop! more..â you sob, your hands reaching out to pull him closer, desperate for more. âtoo much... iâm g-gonna-!â
he catches your wrists, pinning them to the bed above your head. he watches you while he eats you, his ocean eyes blown wide and dark, drinking the sigh of your face breaking as he works his tongue. everytime your body jolts from pleasure, he lets out a low satisfied hum, the vibration sending hot sparks up your core.
âis this what you wanted?â he mutters against your wet folds, his breath hot. âto see how dirty i get? to have me eat you out until you canât stand?â
âyes!... g-god, yes...keep going please, iâmââ you moan and let out unbashedly, eyes rolling yo the back of your head and toes curling into the sheets.
âi know,â he grunts, âi want to taste every bit of your release. i want to swallow your filth and leave you empty. come on, come for me. be a good girl.â
xavier becomes even more aggressive, his tongue darting inside you and licking your walls, mocking the way heâll stretch and fuck you after. he dosenât let upp even when the coil low in your stomach breaks, your body arching.
âxavier!.. xavier!â you scream his name, your voice breaking as you come hard against his mouth, stickiness coating his chin and face.
he stays right there, mouth pressed hard against you, swallowing every drop of your cum and licking you clean with long, greedy strokes until youâre completely spent snd trembling. xavier eventually crawls back up, his face flushed and glistening with your release. he pulls you into his arms, and tucks his head into the crook of your neck.
ânext time you want to tease me,â he whispers, voice returning to that sweet innocent hum that now feels like a total lie. âjust remember that iâm much better at playing dirty than you.â
xavier is jealous and possessive, and he shoves you down onto his cock to cope
He is messier when heâs angry. His tongue pushes into your mouth, invading. Thereâs no precision or gentle guidance. He consumes you. He takes and takes and leaves his spit in return... around your mouth... down your chin.
âTell me again,â he gasps between kisses.
âXavier,â you answer with a whimper.
âMm, thatâs right.â He pulls back just enough to glide his thumb over your wet bottom lip. âJust me.â
âI didnâtââ
âI know, baby, I know,â he purrs. âIt wasnât your fault. Iâm so mean taking it all out on you, hm?â You nod as he plays with your lip. âMm, I know. Xavier is the worstâŠâ
His next kiss is gentle, his lips ghosting over yours before he kisses where his thumb had been. An apology.
Itâs you that chases him now, falling with him as he settles back into the couch cushions properly. His thighs are warm under you. The thin material of his lounge pants move freely as you squirm.
You canât help moving as you kiss him; you couldnât stay still if you tried. Itâs your body asking for more. Greedy. Even with your hands gripping the fabric of his shirt tightly. Even with his warm, wet tongue in your mouth, your hips roll, desperate and eager.
âI didnâtââ you try again, cutting yourself off against his swollen lips. âI didnât know.â
His fingers tangle in your hair, holding you away from his mouth just enough for him to look into your eyes. Then, slowly, his fingers lift to your lips⊠to trace them⊠to press against them⊠and then to breach. Two fingers pass your lips and fill your mouth, pressing against your tongue, keeping you quiet.
It had happened minutes earlier.
You couldnât sleep, and so, like you often did, youâd slipped your underwear down your legs and thought of the man living just above you. You tried to be quiet. You were usually so good. But as your fingers slipped through the mess you made between your legs, you found yourself whining, whimpering⊠calling his name.
The slam of your front door closing had you bolting upright, quickly startled back to reality. Were you being loud? Youâd looked to your open window. The one that led out to your balcony. Surely, not loud enough for him to hearâŠ
But then Xavier fills in your doorway, dressed for bed, but looking uncharacteristically awake for the hour.
Oh.
You quickly discovered it was worse than youâd assumed. Heâd lifted you from the bed, underwear around your ankles, and carried you out to the balcony.
With your legs around his waist, heâd told you what heâd heard. His name. Your desperate sounds. And then heâd told you what heâd seen.
Your neighbour.
On his own balcony.
The one next to yours.
Listening.
Listening to what was Xavierâs alone.
His fingers press a little against your tongue as you wiggle in his lap, slick pussy making a mess of his pants. âBut he heard,â Xavier says. âHe heard you⊠he heard the pretty sounds you make⊠while you had your little fingers all over whatâs mine, hm?â
You nod with a small hum, unable to speak.
His fingers slide out a little, before pressing back inside. And again. A rhythm develops. One he keeps up with as he speaks, âI couldâve teleported to him. Couldâve pushed him over the railing before he heard another sound.â His clear blue eyes look grey in the dark apartment, lit only by the moon.
His words hold some of his usual softness, like he wasnât talking about murdering your friendly (apparently voyeuristic) neighbour. Your teeth graze lightly against his fingers as they retreat and enter, retreat and enter. âThey belong to me,â he continues. âThe sounds you makeâŠâ
You nod.
âThis mouth.â
Nod.
âYour cunt.â
Nod.
His fingers slip free of your lips and despite being given your voice back, you donât speak. Instead, you lean against him, settling your face into the crook of his neck, lips against his warm skin. One soft kiss. You both breathe⊠heavy⊠waiting.
âYou were thinking of me,â he says finally. Itâs not a question.
You answer it anyway. âYes,â you whisper.
He lifts your head, cradling your face in his palms.
âOnly me?â
You nod quickly, eyes watery.
âMy good girlâŠâ Praise.
When you grind down into him again, he catches your hips. âTell me what you want, hm?â Soft and kind.
âYou,â you answer. It comes out with a little squeak at the end as you suck in a breath, holding back tears.
âXavier?â
âXavier.â
He holds you close as he stands, keeping your messy core pressed tight against him. You expect to be dropped onto a mattress. Instead, itâs cold glass that meets your back.
His lips find your neck, and heâs just as messy as he was with your mouth. He sucks and bites marks into your skin and laves his tongue over them in apology.
You have less control like this. You canât grind down into him. You have to rely entirely on the way he rolls into you, pressing you against the cold, ceiling-to-floor pane.
By the time heâs finished with your neck, youâre whimpering his name in broken pleas.
âItâs okay,â he soothes, his own breathing uneven. âIâll fill you now, baby. Xavier will fill you now.â
You think you say please. Youâre babbling little broken words into his ear, clinging to him like he held your life in his hands, as he often had before.
Then his tip is prodding at your twitchy hole. You suck in shallow breaths as he teases. Breaching⊠just⊠retreating⊠âbelongs to meâ⊠âmy drippy little thingâ⊠he mutters as he prods, slips his tip around your messy entrance.
Youâre both so slick now that a vulgar sound fills your ears⊠fills your head so completely that you imagine it slipping out into the dark night and filling the empty street too. You imagine him leaking against you, mixing his pre with your slick.
Then, without warning, he drops you down onto him, stuffing you so full so suddenly that you make a sound that MUST escape out your open balcony door. A sound that has him wrapping his arms around you and fucking you down onto himself like a toy... over and over and over.
âThatâs it⊠thatâs it, baby. Let him hear,â he pants into your neck. âLet him hear me breed my girl.â
His lips find yours again. And the way they move against you is almost embarrassing, even as heâs buried inside you against window on a clear, bright night. Heâs clumsy and lazy, and the wet, messy noises sound a lot like when heâs lapping at your cunt.
The ceiling lights flicker as he shoves himself inside you again and again. Heâs prettiest like this. Wild and claiming. Powerful. A little sweaty. Lips pink and swollen from devouring what had always belonged to him.
; jealous husband!ushijima bends you over in the kitchen + aftercare :3
cw: p in v, breeding, established relationship, rough!ushijima, possessive!ushijima, size difference
your daughter participates in a trend where the photos show you when you were a teenager, then you now.
slideshow: you feeding ushijima grapes â you now, sucking on a lollipop, tongue peeking out.
comments:
ânah sheâs giving throat demon, he doesnât know what he has.â
âiâd pay her mortgage just to watch her lick me like that.â
âtell your dad to guard her, cuz iâd put a baby in her tonight.â
the slideshow ends, but the heat in the room is only just beginning to spike. ushijimaâs face is a mask of stoic fury, a silent storm brewing behind those dark eyes as the comments continue to scrollâvile, hungry words from men who think they can touch what belongs to him.
ââput a baby in you,â he repeats, the words tasting like poison. he doesnât yell. ushijima wakatoshi doesnât need to raise his voice to be terrifying. he simply sets his phone face down on the marble, the click of the glass echoing in the silent kitchen.
âbefore you can even blink, his large, calloused hands are under your thighs, hoisting you onto the kitchen island. the cold stone is a sharp contrast to the sudden, overwhelming heat of his body pressing into yours. he doesnât waste time with foreplay; his fingers hook into the lace of your panties and rip them to the side, exposing you, dripping and needy, to the harsh kitchen light.
âthen, heâs there. he guides his thick, heavy cock to your opening and thrusts forward, burying himself inside you in one brutal, singular motion. your breath hitches, a choked-back sob escaping as he stretches you to your absolute limit. his hands pin your thighs wide, knuckles white, forcing you to take every inch of him.
âthe thrusts are unhurried, agonizingly deep. he wants you to feel the weight of him, the sheer size of him claiming your insides. with every slow, deliberate shove, you can see your own stomach distort slightly, the crown of his cock hitting your cervix until your vision spots with white. youâre spilling down his length, your juices slicking his thighs, but he doesnât let up.
âthe lollipop youâd been sucking on rolls onto the tile with a wet clack, forgotten and sticky, just like the mess youâre making on the counter. ushijima doesnât even glance at it. his mouth latches onto the sensitive skin of your neck, his tongue hot and demanding before his teeth sink in, marking you. heâs branding you, leaving deep, purple bruises that will tell the world exactly who you belong to.
âhe pulls back just enough to stare into your blown-out pupils, his voice a gravelly, low vibration that rattles your bones.
ââlook at me,â he commands, his hips never stopping that rhythmic, soul-destroying grind. âthey wonât ever touch you. they wonât even get close enough to breathe your air. youâre mine. iâll fuck those comments right out of your head.â
âyouâre trembling, sobbing his name as your walls clench around him in desperate, violent aftershocks. you think he's done, but heâs just getting started.
âyou think our daughter wants a sibling, my love?â he shifts his weight, flipping you over until your chest is pressed against the cool granite and your ass is hiked high in the air. he doesnât wait for you to settle; he plows back into you from behind, the sound of his pelvis slapping against your rear echoing like a gunshot.
âhis broad hand presses down between your shoulder blades, pinning you to the counter as he ravages you. heâs relentless, bottoming out inside you over and over until youâre a sobbing, leaking mess. he fills you once, twice, three timesâthick, hot ropes of cum pulsing deep into your womb, making your lower belly feel heavy and distended.
âyou whimper about the mess, the way his cream is already dripping down your thighs and onto the floor. he just grunts, a low satisfied sound. âgood. when it takes, theyâll know exactly how well i bred you.â
âàŸàœČ
the intensity breaks as abruptly as it started. the territorial monster recedes, replaced by the steady, grounding presence of the man you married. he carries you to the bathroom first, his touch surprisingly light as he cleans the stickiness from your skin with a warm cloth. heâs silent, but he keeps his body pressed against yours, as if he still needs to feel the contact.
âhe carries you to bed like you weigh nothing, tucking you under the heavy duvet. he disappears for a moment, returning with a bowl of chilled grapes and sliced peaches.
âhe sits on the edge of the mattress, leaning over you. he picks up a slice of peach, pressing it to your swollen lips. âeat,â he whispers, his eyes softening just a fraction. he waits for you to swallow before leaning down to press a lingering, tender kiss to your forehead. his large hand slides under the covers, resting over your lower bellyâright where he filled you. he rubs slow, soothing circles there, easing the ache he caused.
ââiâm sorry if i was too rough,â he murmurs, his thumb grazing your hip bone. âi just⊠i canât stand the thought of them talking about you like that. youâre too precious for their words.â
âso you decided to breed me?â you tease weakly.
his head lowers, a pout almost visible on his lips. âi apologize.. i wasnât thinking clearly, my love.â
âhe pulls you into his chest, wrapping his massive arms around you until youâre completely encased in his warmth. he nuzzles into your hair, breathing you in.
ââyou.. youâre mine,â he whispers into the dark, his voice thick with a possessive, protective love. âno one else will ever have you. iâll keep you safe. i'll keep you fed. and iâll keep you so loved youâll never have to doubt it for a second.â
A/N. ALRIIIIIIIGHT I heard you babygirls ab Zuko okay?! And he just kept remindig me of Sugu soâŠ
⥠TOJI FUSHIGURO - 6 rounds.
Your neighbor Toji has been eyeing you for a while.
Of courseâone could argue that that was simply due to the structure of this place. It was one of those shoebox apartments; deceptively smaller-looking on the outside, with a pitiful few sprigs of a garden and an elevator that never worked. The only thing the exterior got correct was just howâŠintimate youâd be with your next-door neighbor.Â
And you knew all too well.
When you first moved, youâd walked the few steps it took to knock on your neighborâs door - Fushiguro, the nameplate said - and you were met withâŠthe most attractive man youâve ever seen.
Off-color undershirt. Tall stature.
A body that couldâve been handcrafted by the gods themselves as he lifted a muscular arm up to grasp the door frame. âTch. Whatever youâre selling, weâre not buying.â
But you werenât put off - because youâve been eyeing Toji, too.
And the moment you saw him, youâve been wanting to ride that man dry.
But perhaps that was too much for an introduction to your next-door neighbor, no? That was probably more of a second meeting thing- hah. And so youâd hastened to explain that you were actually the new tenant, handing over the bundle of cookies that youâd baked for the residents you were close to.
And Toji had looked at the cookies, and at youâŠ.and at the cookiesâŠand at you- before ultimately sticking his head outside and glancing down the hallway - as if to make sure that this really wasnât some superior marketing tactic.Â
And yes, he really had just gotten free cookies.
Finally, he raised a dark brow at you and smiled - or at least what you imagined was a semblance of a smile. Just the slightest quirk of his scarred lips. âHehâŠweâll get along. Nice to meetcha, Iâm Fushiguro Toji.â
And just then, Fushiguro Megumi had made an entrance at the wafting smell of freshly-baked treats. Immediately tugging the bag out of the manâs hands and taking it for himself-
You promised Toji that youâd make another batch for him.
And so you did. And so you baked, you accompanied Toji shopping, you helped him move away from giving poor Megs instant ramen for dinner all the timeâyou even got to bake in their kitchen when your oven once broke down.Â
Thus. After a few months, Saturday nights often looked like an amalgamation of both your previous routines; with you ignoring your managerâs overtime phone calls to put on your favorite show and indulge in some selfcare. Toji with his pen out and his eyes squinting at the latest jockey racing results- dammit, Haru Urara lost again.Â
Down the hall, Megumi was fast asleep.
All in his apartment.
You canât remember the last time youâd wound down in your own- but before you can consider what that meantâŠTojiâs throwing his pen down. He heaves himself up from the brightly-lit dining table to sit down beside youâgaze narrowing at the half-shitty soap opera youâd put on to pass the time. âWhatâŠthe hell is that?â
âA show.â You retort.
âI get that- hah, you think mâstupid?â Toji rolls his sage green eyes. And before you can reply with something smart, heâs gesturing half-heartedly at the screen before him. âI mean- why the hell is there so muchâŠcrying and moaning.â
Your gaze snaps to the quickly-shifting scenes on-screen, âThat is, uhâŠâ In the few seconds youâd looked away to scour Tojiâs library for a book that wasnât a sports magazine or a Haru Urara fanbook, it seems the plotline on the TV had takenâŠa far more different route. âSex.â
âYou think I fucking donât know whatâs-â As youâre laughing your head off, Toji cuts himself off and pinches the top of his nosebridge. Surely to ward off his oncoming headache.
You always did do that to him. In the best way.
And after a deep breath, he gestures idly at the screen once more. Or more specifically: the way the love interestâs eyes widen in shock, mouth dropping as he looks between where they were connected. Heâs saying something that makes you still, âWhy is he talking aboutâŠcumming dry? Thereâs no way thatâs fuckinâ real.â
âIt is?â Youâre peering at him in confusion. âIt literally is?â
Toji crosses his beefy arms, âNo way.â
âYouâre going to argue with science, Toji?â
âMâjust saying- itâs never happened to me.â He retorts.
And the words are out of your mouth before you can stop them- ââŠIs that a challenge?â You regret them as soon as theyâre entering the tense air, making the older man stiffen beside youâ
And youâre just about to apologize and bow yourself out of the awkwardness when-
âOh you can fucking try.â
Itâs how you find yourself being guided to Tojiâs single bedroom - no matter how many times youâve been in his apartment, youâve strayed far from here - and sprawled out on his vast mattress. Legs straddling his hips. Hands braced on his pecs.
Youâre grabbing a nice feeling of them and it makes the beefy man groan. Heâs peering up at you through his jet-black bangs, only half-covering his smoldering gaze. âSoâŠ? Iâm fucking hot, yeah, but youâre just gonna stand there ogling me orâŠâ
âSo humble, too.â You scoff.
And then youâre fiddling with the drawstrings of his sweatpants to take his thiiiiick, reddened tip in a single swoop - or at least try to. He grins, âYeah. And donât forget big.â
.
.
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Toji Fushiguro fucks you - or itâs more like youâre on top nâ bouncing your hips down onto him - so that you wonât forget it.
So that youâre feeling the lilâ twinge of pressure between your legs once youâre walking out of this damn room, so that youâre feeling the remnants of his cum glued creamily to your pussy. It better feel empty without him in there - and Toji has one palm of his pressed up against your gaping mouth, so that you wonât wake Megumi.
And the other one of his was latched your left hip.
Gripping lovingly onto the flesh there and lurching your hips up and downâfaster and faster. Moving. Manhandling. Because with just a few strokes of his sheer girth, youâre seemingly dickmatized.
And leaving it aaaaaall up to Toji to guide nâ prod.
To angle your hips in figure-eights so that he can feel his cum swirling inside. Stirring it with his glistening cock. âAtta girl.â Toji gruffs out at the feeling of being utterly slathered by your walls. âAnd what was that about cumming dry? Hah- because mâstill rock-hard and the only one having trouble here is youââ
âYouâre trouble.â You huff.
âNot what I said.â He snickers. Before his handsome face leans upwards and licks off a stray tear dangling from your cheek, âBut youâre lucky youâre- hck! cute. And how many rounds was that, huh, doll?â
âSix.â
âGood. And how many rounds have I cum dry?â
âZeroâŠâ Huffing at the smug look on his face- oh, how you wanted to wipe that off. Oh, how you wanted to make him eat his wordsâand perhaps without even realizing it, youâre jerking your hips stubbornly back and forth.
It wasnât matching up to the controlled place that he was slamminâ away at the back of your cervix- but it sure was something.
Your velvety walls were utterly drenched in Tojiâs hot cum by now - and that just made it so much easier for you to ground your feet into the mattress nâ take him. All of him. All of those crude, curved inches of him that opened you up perfectlyââB-but donât think that youâre gonna get off that easily.â
âOh yeah?â A moan hatches at the back of his throat- botched exhales. âAnd whatâs different about this time, huh?â
âThis time-â Fuck, Tojiâs grin spreads in a feline way across his face. He was looking at you through half-lidded eyes, vision just a little blurred from pleasure, and there was an almostâŠwolfish hunger in them that makes you answer- âThis time I donât have enough space.â
And that makes one of his brows raise, âHah?â
âI said it.â To emphasize your point, youâre parting your thighs just a littleâalmost difficult with the way his sap had them glued together. The milky-white ribbons of Tojiâs cum leakinâ out of your poor pussy, so much of it that itâs dripping down and making his black curls there glisten. âLookâŠâ
Tojiâs pants slightly quicken at the sinful sight.
âNext time, you better not cum so much again- or else sânot gonna fit.â
Scoffing, he runs a thumb freely between your pussylips- and pushes in a few of the escaping wads. âAnd what if I justâŠmake it fit.â Along with the fat edge of his thumb. âJuuuust like this.â
Youâre wracking with shivers at the sudden intrusion, âWhat- cock so sensitive you canât stop cumming?â Though you really liked it - with how much he was flooding your cunt every time - and he knew it, too.
âPussy so whiny she canât handle one more?â
âYou wish.âÂ
And thatâs earning you a good spankinâ on top of your pussylips.
One. Two. Three.
Without pause. Soon, your cuntâs feeling utterly raw in the aftermathâand youâre clinging onto Tojiâs firm deltoids for dear life.Â
But that didnât mean you were going to back down anytime soon.
NoâŠinstead, youâre using the sudden grip to steady your weakened hips. With your two knees squeezing either side of his obliques, and your back arched into a curvature that makes his mouth water - youâre meeting Tojiâs sloppy pace. Pushing him back down by the shoulders and taking over the sloppy paceâ
Tojiâs tipping over onto the pillows now. Youâre smack-smack-smacking your hips down onto his at a jackhammerinâ cadence - faster than even he was, perhapsâŠ
And itâs that fact that makes him breathe, âO-oh, okay.â Tojiâs unsure where to put his hands- so youâre swiftly taking them into yours and making him puuuuush down on your bloated stomach. The wads of his cum glisten down your thighs, catching the dim lighting of the bedroom. âThis is new.â Never has anyone ever tried to take charge of him.
And there was something so hot about it.
Something so irresistible about that determined set of your brow. The way youâre ruined on his cock and attempting to desperately make him even more so. The way youâre squeezing your cunt so tightly around his lengthâdragging your walls down it. And up. And down.
Your hamstrings ache as you ride. Your pussyâs grabbinâ him all over from the veeeeery crowned top- and then down to his thickened hilt.
Milking him is the only expression he can use to describe the motion.
âNew as inâŠâ Youâre feeling the smile stretch across your face, milking Tojiâs cock was all he was worth. Your hips accelerate. â-going-to-make-you-cum-dry sort of new? Or?â
Another spank- this time, right on your clit. âD-donât get ahead of yourself.â
Pushing him down from attempting to take control of the pace once more. Youâre throwing your head back and riiiding out his erection the way you like it - âMâjust sayingâŠyou just stuttered.â His breath hitches at your response- âSo victory might be closer than I thought.â
âIâŠâ
âAwww. Is the big, bad Toji Fushiguro speechless for once?â
âOh, fuck you.â
But, truly, he could feel the pressurized build-up at the base of his cock. Starting off small. Starting right above where his balls were twitchinâ and aching - and then moving up, up, uuup every single inch to angrily throb at his tip.
Furious, furious.
It had barely even started yet, and somehow Toji already knew that it was something different from all those orgasms that came before it. And so heâs clenching his eyes shut and gritting his teeth as he feels it overcoming himâ
âFuh-fuck.â Heâs out-of-breath just from the first wave. And desperately - pathetically - Tojiâs hoping to anything thatâd listen that it wasnât a dry orgasm. Heâs pleading. Heâs mentally on his knees and begging-
And thenâŠwith a sudden buck of his hips Tojiâs round, blushinâ cockhead strikes the bottom of your pussy. Itâs then that heâs realizing that perhaps manifesting really doesnât work for some old bastard like him- because he doesnât even have to feel the contrasting wetness of your cervix to already know.Â
To realize that though his bliss was searing through his body in waves-
His cock was dribbling out absolutely nothing.
Six rounds and heâd finally lost it.
The rush of his orgasm coursing through him, accompanied by the inexplicable emergence of nothing more. His achingly hot tip can do nothing more than stick deep into your pussy nâ swerve around the bundled-up wads of cum there. Not adding. Not taking.
Horny embarrassment mingles with his broken pride; and Toji clenches his jaw as he peers up at youâyou and that damn accomplished smile.
Youâre fluttering your lashes innocently down at him- âYes, Toji? Got anything else to say about cumming dry?â
âNoâŠâ He reluctantly admits. Before spitting out -âWhat else does that TV show have?â
⥠NANAMI KENTO - 10 rounds.
You didnât expect your husband to be anything but a gentleman.
Who would?
Nanami Kento was the epitome of everything one would want their partner to be; he was sweet, he was patient, he was intelligent in many waysâbut most of all, emotionally. He loved you at your best and he loved you when you didnât feel so - and thus, he was the man that stood before you at the altar.Â
Donned in a dark hakama. Blond hair slicked back.Â
Rose-gold ring glistening on one hand.Â
Stating vows to love one another from here onwards and forevermore; and heâs never meant anything more. Nothing has been truer in his entire life.
The celebrations were uproarious- not from Nanamiâs end, but rather from your elated friends. Your new husband sat beside you silently during the reception, making sure you were eating well and that the air conditioning at the venue wasnât too coldâthough when he did get a few beers in him, he kept whispering from a scandalously close proximity how beautiful those robes looked on youâŠhow much better it might look offâ
You remember during this time that Shoko had tottered by - held up by weary Utahime - and blessed the two of you ten times over. Ultimately clapping Nanami on the shoulders and telling him to take good care of you.
And to not disappoint you on your wedding night-
But that was around the time that Utahime had decided that your brown-haired friend had taken one too many vodka shots. No chasers.Â
And sheâd dragged her away whilst you and Nanami sat hot-under-the-collar in your seats. Avoiding much eye contact - because surely most could guess what was bound to happen at the end of the reception, the farewell.Â
And so had come the wedding night.
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.
.
The two of you had barely made two steps into your five-star wedding suite before the expensive wedding clothes were falling to the floor.
And Nanamiâs gotten you pressed into the most delicious full nelson on top of the rose petal-covered mattress. Cock heavy and hard. Those crimson flowers forming a heart underneath your two tangled bodies, and Nanamiâs cock echoing the most lewd slurps nâ squelches.
Itâd only gotten louder throughout the night- as Nanami swabbed the droplets of his creamy white cum inside you. Just married and he was already stuffing you fullâ
Four hours and hours. Making you cum through each one.Â
As a gentleman should, of course.
You think itâs around the tenth or so round when your headâs tipping stupidly backwards - resting against his firm collarbone - as Nanamiâs burnished red cocktip rams into your g-spot again. Glued using a few webs of his seed, itâs a carnal sensation that sets your teeth on edge, and the blond-haired man crushes you closeâ
âSh-shitâŠâ Youâre keening out, voice taking on a shrill pitch. âKento- oh, nghââ Barely able to speak through the loooong, thorough thrusts that he was planting inside you. âI n-never knew you could be soâŠâ
Another hard slam! that leaves your ears ringing. And Nanamiâs tone husked to almost nothingness as he asks, âYes, my loveâ?â
âRough.â Crying out.
Though they were cries of utter pleasure- of wanting him to continue. Because in the years that youâve known him, Nanami Kento has never fucked you like thisâhas never fucked you the way he was hammerinâ mean strokes into you on your wedding night. Harsh plap! after plap! of skin-on-skin.
Of his stinging pink pelvis pushing into yours.
And your husband moves at a carnal pace - muddled brain unable to process anything more - once he feels your limp hips slippinâ out from above him. Covered in a thin layer of sweat and slick leaking like a waterfall between your glossy pussylips. âSh-shit, Kento, mâgonnaâŠâ
âIâve got you, my love.â Nanami wraps his bulky arms underneath both legs and hauls you upwards.Â
âOhâŠâ Your jaw drops, âYouâre just moving me so easily.â
He merely chuckles at your cuteness- were you cockdrunk already?
And once youâre in proper position, laid out on top of the toned line of Nanamiâs abdomen, he gently removes his arms. Youâre almost disappointed at the massage of his flexing muscles- but before you can miss him too much, your newly-wed husband has them latched onto you again.
This time, in a headlock.Â
Left arm looped around your pretty throat.
Right arm slithered between your legs and squeezing your clit immediately.
You buck up at the sudden burst of pleasure- stars behind your eyes. Moans ready at the tip of your tongueâ
âShhhh shh shh, I wouldnât want whoeverâs next door to hear my- haaaah, beautiful wifeâs sounds. Iâm a protective man, darling.â He murmurs throatily behind you, âUnless itâs that new last name of yours.â
So gone by the way his round, throbbing tip was bulldozing into you until your toes curled- âN-new last nameâŠ?â Itâs taking you a little while to register it.
But Nanami Kento always was a patient man, wasnât he? And so heâs simply nodding, leaning down and spittinâ straight between your pretty lips to claim that mouth as his own- and his as yours. Of course. âYour last name.â He responds. âMrs. Nanami.â
The mere sound of it is enough to make you shudderââOh.â
âOrâŠyour last name is mine, too.â Nanami hums to himself- now so utterly gone on the idea of it all. Of marriage. Of the fact that youâre his wife - his wife. He tightens his headlock and kisses your temple gently, âItâs actually why mâa little moreâŠrough, today, my love. Youâll have to forgive me.â
âI l-like it.â Youâre replying, âAnd this is all because of- hngh, our wedding night, Kento?â
âNot quite.â
And youâre feeling cum glue to your cervix as youâre bucking downwards- but of course, your husband would never keep you waiting long. With a simple kiss to that wedding ring you were wearing, he raises your left hand up, up, upwardsâto grip at his golden tresses. Youâre going to need it.
Because in the next few seconds, Nanami then plants his feet further flatly on the mattress and drills his cock up into you. Tunneling. Mazing. Bashing his ruddied tip against every sweet spot.
He was fucking you like he hated you - and the creaking bedsprings would agree - but oh, how he loved you so.
The sheer amount of pleasure that courses through you was almost numbing.
And without further ado, youâre babbling out the sweetest whimpers nâ whines of his name. Nanamiâs breath fanning your face hotly as he leans in and whispersââItâs because youâre my wife.âÂ
Lightning strikes you to your very core.
You could feel your high imposing.Â
Nanamiâs honed canines nip at your earlobes, âItâs the same but not-â He continues, throat growing more nâ more ragged with grunts, the more the thrusted inside. âItâs what Iâve been dreaming for this entire time- fuck, but itâsâŠsoâŠso much better.â Voice shattering at this very moment. âDarling, itâs like I canât stop.â
And he fully meant it.
Youâre clawing at the beefy expanse of his forearms as he accelerates, your high starting to shoot and crackle with no end-
âIâve tried.â Nanamiâs voice sounds hollow, echoing with something far more primal than youâve ever heard of him. And hit thrusts- oh, his strikes were so toe-curling. âIâve triedâbut I just canât seem to. Iâve told myself, Iâve made myselfâŠâ The most sinful squelch! wrenches from your pussy as he rolls over your clit and makes you cum once more, âBut no matter how hard I tryâŠI just canât seem to stop wanting to cum inside my wifeâs pussy.â
âK-Kentoââ Your back arches- lights flashing behind your eyes. âInside- please.â
âThatâs exactly the problem.â He sounds like a man maddened. âI need to see this pussy drippinâ wet with my cum.â Youâre shivering as he runs the flatness of his thumb between your cuntâs folds, just so sensitive that the barest graze leaves electricity zapping through your body. âNine time- nine fucking times-â He rarely swore. â-and I still feel the urge to watch her try to gulp me up. To watch her overspill. To feel her soppinâ wet right down to the wombââ
Breathless with need. âThen do it, husbandâŠâ
âI canât help myself.â
And then Nanamiâs cumming.
Like heâd always planned to, of course. But the only problem was that this time - the tenth - heâs feeling nothing but the smallest trickle of cum. Just the faintest few ounces.
And then nothing more- although it feels like heâs still pouring out as much as it takes to flood you.Â
It hits him instantly that heâs cumming dry.
And Nanamiâs mouth drops, blond lashes fluttering just a bit as he takes in the situation. No matter how many times he was draaagging his vein-covered cock in and out of your channel, it only left him as dry and overstimulated as ever.Â
Tears pricking behind his eyes, Nanami gasps. âThis feels like a-a premonitionâŠâ
âOf?â You blink.
âThe fact that this nightâs not over yet.â
⥠GETO SUGURU - 8 rounds.
âPlease- nghââ The sound that leaves you is far too pitiful for your reputation. How could you have ever thoughtâŠâP-please, I beg of you-â
âOh? You beg of me, hm?â Getoâs words were just dripping with amusement, and his smile presses up against your throat. Clammy. Pulse thundering. That beautiful long hair of his was completely untied and falling over the sides of your body, strands tickling down your arched back- it was like a cloak of night. And so was the firebending master.
Youâre throwing your head back and keeningââMore.â
âYou beg more of your enemy?â
What treason. What treachery.
How did you even get here?
You could blame all the training; all the long nights and the countless days spent by the water, the feeling of power rippling through your body as you mastered it. It was no secret that the Fire Nation and the Water Nation were at war.
These were the days that would end up as history, after all.
But you just wondered whether this battle wouldâŠbetween one of the best of the Water Nation - you - and the Fire Prince himself. Geto Suguru.Â
Announced as next-in-line to the throne. The man your age with a fear-striking reputation that ran far and deep. And treacherous.Â
It was a siege planned by the group of rebels you were a part of, and it was simple: attack the Fire Nationâs Royal Palace and end their bloodline once and for all. And for that, youâd have to take care of the prince himself.
Little did you know that what had begun as a one-on-one fight between the two of you at highly close quarters would turn into somethingâŠ.else entirely. As youâd straddled him during combat and prepared to call upon your powers - chest heaving, eyes locked - you had no idea who leaned in first. You had no idea which one of you was the first traitor.
And so here you wereâŠ
Knees digging into the hard floor of the Fire Nationâs Imperial Dojo, mouth slobberinâ out lungfuls of moans. Your head throwing backwards and hitting the prominent collarbones of none other than your sworn enemyâGeto Suguru.
Who was fucking his hard, red-hot cock into you like he hated you.
And he probably did.
And yetâŠand yet- he canât stop himself from lunging his needy hips forwards and slamming French kisses into the back of your cervix. Those nice, gooey depths that welcomed him with such fervour it almost made him laugh. But despite how bemusing it might be, Geto knows he should stop. He knows he needs to adhere to his dutiesâŠbut here he was again.
And again and again.
Runninâ on his seventh round, where heâs ruggedly pulling his vein-covered cock in and out of you. He fucked mean. And he was only getting meaner as he cranes his neck forwards, digging his pearly white canines into the crook of your neck.
Harder and harder.
âN-nghâŠâ Itâs just barely-there. Sneakily, Geto muffles that broken noise emanating from the back of his throat - meanwhile, youâre left moaning once his hot sap starts to fill your cunt up once more.
Just the cutest few drops - drooling - before he immediately pulls out and sprays those satiny ribbons down your outer pussy. Coating a few milky-white layers on top, he then rubs his swollen nâ sap-glossed tip uuuuup and down your pussylips; a few times before plunging back in again. âM-moreâŠâ
Itâs so quiet and pitchy that he barely hears it. But Geto Suguru wasnât the nationâs fiercest warrior for nothing- âPardon?â Those amethyst eyes of his widen at your request. It took a lot to surprise the Fire Prince, but nowâŠheâs leisurely blowing the jet-black bangs out of his face to peer at you. âRepeat that.â
âIs that a command?â You bite.
And what youâre getting in response is a quick swat on your left ass cheek. Getoâs trained fingers were purposefully increasing their body temperature, leaving his imprint sizzling on your skinââIt is.â That chiselled body of his leans his weight even further down on you, massaging you with smooth, perspired abs. His long tendrils tickle your neck, âAnd what do you have to say to that, smallfry?â
âI sayâŠâ Youâre whispering.
Leaning down even closer- practically pinning you beneath him. âMhmmmm?â
âFuh-fuck you.âÂ
You werenât repeating a single thing.
Turning your head âround to spit at him. Right across his face.
Except; Geto Suguru anticipates this very moment to leave his unfairly pretty lips ajar and let you spit in his mouth. Straight into his mouth. Youâre watching in slow-motion as the glittery wad enters past his maw, getting smeared as the firebender then crashes his lips onto yours.
Such a filthy, filthy kiss.Â
Youâre moaning deep into his mouth Geto roves his hips back nâ starts prodding even harder. Even harder. With the red, spherical tip of his cockâhe enters your womb and lingers for a bit. âNowâŠâ Another slap. âThat isnât a very nice thing to say, princess.â
You gasp. He knew.Â
That lineage youâd fought to keep hidden, for years upon years as you trained and grew stronger, noticed so easily by the prince himselfâŠ
Two royals tangled in something you couldnât discern from passion and a fight.
Getoâs smile spreads against your mouth, and his hands come pummeling down in a rapidfire smack-smack-smack on your ass cheek. Temperature raising at the tips of his fingers. Itâs practically sizzling- âWhat? Cock got your tongue?â
Another smack on your cunt. âShut up.â
âThaâs alright- you donât have to answer me.â He croons. Dragging out with the tip of his tongue- and his cock, the sheer sensitivity of your pussy means that now even the slightest hit at your g-spot makes you jumpâ
Only for Geto to drag you backwards with a single arm wrapped around your throat. His bulky forearm bulges as he traps you in a headlock; and youâre just starting to ogle his muscles as he rams and rams his trained hips into you. Accelerating. Dragging it down your walls even faster- âBut there is just one question I need to find out the answer to.â And that hand of his comes spankinâ down even harder. Smoothing along your ass cheek, âCan the Water Princess squirtâ?â
âFuh-fuck.â He was ruthless. If you thought that Geto was fucking you mean earlier, then you werenât ready for right now. Your hands claw at the flooring before you, âNo sooner than the Fire Prince can cum dry.â
It was the eighth round now and the both of you were gone.
With his hips pinning you down to the dojo ground. His headlock tighter than ever- veiny and muscular. The plump head of his cock drills into you so rapidly that it was nearly nothing but a blur of pinkâin and out. In and out.Â
Getoâs making it a few more sharp thrusts before he feels pleasure coiling at the pit of his stomach. And he canât have that - of course he canât cum before whoâs supposed to be his mortal enemy - so he squeezes his hand between your legs nâ rolls over that oversensitive nub with two fingers. Powerful fingersâhis heat was sizzling, a carnal sensation that you couldnât even begin to describe.
You yelp.
And though you couldnât exactly call on your waterbending at the moment, youâre still able to jerk your hips back nâ meet Getoâs thrusts.Â
Fucking him just as angrily as he was fucking you.
Again and again.
The dojo grounds around you two rumble as though the most passionate fight, before your head throws back and youâre feeling your orgasm hurtling into you. And without thinking twice, youâre reaching underneath your body and grazing Getoâs aching, pistoning cock- just the slightest wisp of your waterbending powerâŠbeing used to make your fingertips cold.
Cold to the touch.
Cold to contrast against his furiously hot cock.
With a flinch- youâre both tumbling into your highs.
âFuck- ohâŠfuck.â Youâwith your cunt soakinâ itself in the excess of your orgasm. Dopamine coursing through your veins and your eyes fluttering shut- your peripherals sprint to the back of your head. And your toes curlâŠâI can feel you cumming dry, Suguru.â
âSh-shut up.â
And so he wasâhis cockhead was flinching like heâd been spurting out ribbony wires of cum, his balls were clenchingâŠand yet there was nothing. It wasnât like the previous rounds when you had your deepest depths splashed in a sudden warmth- Geto, this time, was simply emptying out nothing.
Still fucking you ravenously through it-
âCumming dry.â Elongating his wave of bliss. Ramminâ into your g-spot like a button, just so you could feel the slightest bit of the overstimulation he was. Almost laughing to himself, âYou really fucking made me cum dry-â
âProblem, Fire Prince?â
âNot at all, Water Princess.â
And once heâs finally feeling it bate - his shaft having pumped out nothing throughout its entire duration - Geto presses his face into the crook of your neck and moans.
âBest of three then?â
⥠CHOSO KAMO - 3 rounds.
âBaby, I justâŠâ Chosoâs tone quivers, something deep and dark seeping into his words. They seemingly erupt from the back of his throat, against his own will, and hang in the air like a sudden spritz of perfumeâ
WaitâŠyou swear youâre smelling actual perfume.
Brows furrowing. Turning your nose upwards, you take in the fleeting flowery scent; before looking over your shoulder at where your boyfriend was standing.
It was a slow, sleazy weekend: time for just the two of you. The honks of cars were winding down, and sunset dripped from Tokyo cityâs roofs and foliage. The only time when Choso was allowed to refuse the missions that the higher-ups foisted upon him, and when you could decline your managerâs calls without feeling even the slightest bit of guilt.
Instead. He was supposed to help you bake cookies today, he was supposed to be padding into your shared kitchen nâ press a sweet, sweet kiss to your cheek - then insist he take over as he always does. He was supposed to beâŠnot this. Whatever this was.Â
Leaned against the dooframe. Head dropped. Hair loose. Breaths coming out in gusts. Choso had his Brother Bear t-shirt off and his bare chest flushedâdamp with perspiration. Itâs as though heâd been taken over by a sudden fever, ravaging through him, radiating heat through every single pore. Making his rosy cheeks flush even rosier as he jerks his dark, glazed eyes up to look at you.
And a sudden jolt goes through the both of you-
âChosoâŠ?â Youâre cautiously taking a step towards him- to which heâs surprising you by taking a step back. âBaby, what happened?â
âI-I justââ His voice hatches and cracks. Urgently clawing at himself. âRemember how I wasnât feeling too well in the morning?â
You nod, taking another step closer.
He scratches behind his neck - movements torrid and heavy. Lethargic. âSo I took a nap, and when I woke up it was just feelingâŠâ Almost subconsciously, Chosoâs hands snake down to the drawstrings of his sweatpants- fuck. And itâs just then that youâre registering the throbbing, aching bulge between his long legs. â-hot.â
Wordlessly, youâre looking at the calendar propped up on one end of the kitchen counter. Ahâthe realization makes your lips part. Todayâs date sticks out like a jagged nail, or - more accurately - like aâŠ
Your gaze flickers back down to where Choso mindlessly paws at his erection. Breathless. Heating up.
âCho, baby.â Youâre catching his attention once more. Chocolate brown eyes glisten with tears- âI think youâre in heat.â
A shiver crawls through his body.
And his jaw drops, âOh.â
Soon enough, youâre crossing the sizzling distance between you both and taking your agonized boyfriend by the hand. He flinches - just a little - as his skin touches yours- before youâre pulling him into a kiss and he simply meltsâmoans your name.
The two of you arenât making two steps towards the bedroom before Choso hugs you from behind nâ crushes his red-hot, sensitive erection into your back. Breathing out a barely-audible plea. And then youâre both crashing onto the floor - the half-curseâs hands tugging on your panties, your hands flying to his cock.
Heâs gotten you kneeled and arched into his scorching body temperature- before he reels backwards and funnels his cock in.
Just the very curve of it. Just the very tipâblushed red like a strawberry and twice as thick, heâs letting his eyes flutter shut as Choso cums instantly - instantly - at the feeling of your soaked pussy. The half-curse glues his hips to yours and starts spraying out satiny ropes of cum, âF-f-fuckâŠâ His bottom lip quivers so cutely.
âAlready, Cho?â Your purr.
It was just so cute. Because in the next few seconds heâs almost sobbing- âIâŠI canât help myself.â Pretty face coming down to press in the junction of your throat, plastered with hot sweat and tears.
âAwwww.â Youâre turning around to place a kiss on his cheek, âThat heatâs made my poor boyfriend so sensitive, huh?â
And Choso simply nods and nods- âBut mânot done yet.â Then youâre feeling the buzz of cursed energy- Chosoâs cursed energy. Youâre feeling your breath hitch as the technique of blood manipulation courses through his veins and renders his cock as hard as ever, flushed so hot you could feel him scorching between your swollen pussylips.
He just whimpers at the sensation. Blood manipulation always did leave him a little dizzyâŠ
Then his hips are hammerinâ away into yours as though he was hungry to reach every pulsing spot and nerve inside. Every ounce of space. That spongy layer of your cervix felt like fucking heaven to him, and he didnât know why butâŠbut something was calling at him to keep on pushinâ his bundles of cum even deeper down there. To keep hitting it over and over.
To give you looooong, textured drags from his tip to his foamed hilt.
To let the most sensual grunts emanate from his throat every time heâs feeling your soaked walls attempt to clench around him. Chasing after the sensation of him stuffing you full.
In more or less of a doggy position, youâre steadying your hands on the lust-red carpet beneath you- and bucking your hips up. He was sizzling hot.Â
Once.
It makes Chosoâs doey eyes widenâand heâs staring at you with bated breath. âWhat are youâŠâ
Twice.
The globes of your ass cheeks reach backwards and smack! his toned pelvis. That sugary scent in the air only seems to grow even stronger- âFuh-fuck, baby, thatâs dangerous. If you do that, mâgonnaâŠâ
Eyes glazing over twofold. A slick line of drool on the corner of his mouth.Â
Your own twitches in amusement- you had him absolutely wrecked in nothing but a few bounces. In nothing but a few figure-eights making his pupils run to the back of his head. Youâre bucking your hips back nâ forth to milk him even moreâ
âB-babyâŠâ
And that seems to be the last straw for the heat-struck Choso Kamo: whoâs lurching his needy body forwards. Pressing one large hand on the upper area of your spine, it doesnât take much for him to lean his hefty weight down and make you collapse onto the floor-Â
As youâre toppling - your boyfriend following closely behind as though stuck to you by superglue - heâs placing a forearm underneath your face. A soft cushion.
Making sure you donât knock yourself on anything- itâs the last act of kindness youâre getting before Choso drills his hips down and pumps out hot, glutinous cum into you again. Head throwing back. Adamâs apple bobbing at the sharp electricity shooting through himâso much of it. And so soon, too.
It must be an effect of the heat, heâs thinkingâŠor at least he would have had it not been for the state he was in.
Utterly ruined. Utterly pussydrunk.
Choso Kamo has his maw pressed in an open-mouthed kiss against the column of your throat, deep shivers wracking through his body as he whines nâ bucks. âB-baby, it just doesnât seem to stop-â His slippery shaft sticks into your g-spot and you gasp- âI donât know if it even can stopââ
Both in cumming- and in fucking you.
Without him even calling upon it, his blood manipulation rushes through his body nâ straight to his now-upright cock. Your poor, powerful boyfriend isnât given a single split-second to let himself go flaccid before his cursed energy takes over again.Â
Heâs rutting and rutting his body forwards. Mouth gaped open at the sensation, and his wet pants synchronizing with the even wetter plaps! of skin-on-skin. They were getting even louder, even sloppier, by the second as Chosoâs cum seeps out of your pussy nâ kept getting smeared between your legs.Â
Hamstrings aching. His abs massaging your back-
Your eyes kept fluttering shut at the sheer pleasure- it was just about past the second round and you still havenât gotten used to Chosoâs sheer size. Only growing and plumpening himself out even bigger as he kept tunneling between your legsâand you swear that damn heat of his left you even more dickmatized than usual, too.
Letting out the prettiest music to his ears as his curved cock slams into your g-spot once more. âMaybe I donât- hngh, want it to.â You babble out. âMaybe I need you to cum inside- oh, again.â
âOhhhh, donât say that.â Pelvis pressed up so harshly against your body that his happy trail scratches you in a way that was so carnal. And any time youâre shifting - Choso has his right hand wrapped around your throat and haaaaauling your weakened body backwards, âP-please donât say that.â It all comes out in a rush. âIf you do thenâŠâ
Youâre shivering as his nose runs down your throat- drunk on your pheromones. âThen?â
âThen mâgonna cum again.â He whimpers, âAnd this time I donât know if I can stop.â
And, truly, Choso could feel his next orgasm building and building at the pit of his stomach - and at the tip of his shaft. It was different than the two beforeâjust a bit stronger, just a bit more electric- he was feeling zaps of electricity shooting to every point in his body; every blood vessel and axiom inside him.Â
His mind was feeling foggier. His eyes were having a hard time keeping open just from the sheer pleasure of your velvety, wet pussy. Engulfing every inch of him. His hips were ramminâ sloppy strokes into you again and again and again until he-
âI-Iâfuck.âÂ
Until he finally explodes into his high.
Tears streaming down his flushed face. Mouth glued to yours.Â
One hand at your waist nâ swervinâ your hips around so that you can gobble up every ounce of seed he was streaming. ExceptâŠ
Chosoâs eyes shoot open once he realizes-
Except he wasnât cumming at all.
âBaby, wait.â Because the half-curse surely felt like he was cumming, he surely knew that heâd reached the peak of his pleasure nâ was stretching out that dopamine every time he plunged into you.Â
And he also knew that your wettened walls were squeezing out every drop like you knew, too, yet he just couldnât feel a single thing dripping out. Not a single thing.
Choso grips the base of his cock with furrowed brows, âI think IâmâŠâ
âNoooo, donât pull out.â Needily, youâre reaching behind and clawing at his wrists as he attempts to. Only for Choso to shake his head and replace his engorged cock with a few fingers - it wasnât as good as his entire length, but it was something.
And then he pumps and pumps his cock- if he couldnât fuck deep into you then maybe he could coat your pretty pussylips with his glittering sap. But the only thing heâs able to let out is nothing. Cumming dry.
âDry?â Youâre looking behind in interest, and itâs just then that heâs realizing he mustâve said that out loud. Fuck, heâs so gone. âThree times was too many, huh-â
âNo.â Choso interrupts, âNo- no, baby. Donât even think of that.â And heâs so tearfulâheâs so apologetic at the fact that he couldnâtâŠ
Cooing, âThereâs nothing wrong with that, Cho-â
âI know, butâŠâ And he hesitates, but the words disrupt from his throat anyways. â-something in me says I need to stuff you full of my cum until I canâŠhck- see your tummy bloat with it. Now.â
Your jaw drops at the sight of your innocent boyfriend uttering such words. Such dirty, dirty words.
And before you know it, youâre laid flatly on your back with Chosoâs handsome face looming over you. The air between you two charges with cursed energy once more, and his red-hot cockhead sliiiides between your pussylips.
Blood manipulation leaving him harder than ever.
He hisses, âTh-this time, I promise to you mâgonna cumâŠâ
âWhatever you say, baby.â Arms flinging around his broad shoulders.
⥠RYOMEN SUKUNA - 21 rounds�
You most definitely werenât going to survive, you think.
The Sukuna Estate has been in an uproar; though this time it wasnât by reason of an attack, a duel, or the Kingâs torrid temper. Surprisingly. This time, it was because Ryomen Sukuna had returned from a far-off journey - heâd heard some relative of the Kamo Clan was spouting nonsense about being able to match the four-armed sorcerer in terms of cursed energy, and had gone to put that to the test - and he was victorious.
Of course, he was victorious.
There was no time that he wasnât. In the few years that youâd volunteered yourself as one of Sukunaâs concubines, youâve never known the King to lose to an argument let alone a duel.Â
And of course, it must be said that Sukuna had numerous - if not hundreds - of women and men housed in his Estate. None coerced; the accepted concubines were more residents for his reputation, than anything. Stories had spread far and wide that he accepted those searching for pay, food, or simply a place to stayâand no intimate relations were a prerequisite for anything that they wanted. You could come at any time, you could leave at any time.
Heâd long since tired of mortal desires.
Except for the ones you stirred up, of course.
The stories of the Kamo sorcererâs pitiful defeat had also spread far and wide- and itâd been the subject of much laughter in the concubine quarters lately. In addition to the fact that - in his woeful attempt at snagging a win and a name for himself - the opponent had called on the help of several different clans (the Abe, the Zenin, the Fujiwara traitors) to ambush and attack Sukuna.Â
Though of course they were fallen. As were their men.
And according to the whispers, the death toll had reached the hundreds before Sukuna made his path back home. Back to youâŠif you were to be so presumptuous.
It wasnât a secret that you were his favorite- and the ministers of the Estate are coming straight to you to personally announce that the King was nearing. Youâre nodding sagely.
You knew what that meant - as it always did after a battle - that Ryomen Sukuna was hungry. The more struck-down opponents, the hungrier. Not for anything to consume or to refresh, but rather a starvation much more carnal and deeper withinâthe primal taste for flesh against flesh.
You were sitting in perfect poise and your smile hidden as the door to the master bedroom slams! open. The sliding door splinters on one end- and you shiver as you realize that this was going to be one of those nightsâŠhe was famished. The King removes his sokutai robes and lets them drop to the tatami floor with a heave, and then his deep footsteps pad over to you.
âMaster.â You start to bow-
âYou are aware I have a distaste for when you do that.â
Before youâre peeking up at him with a sly grin. âIâm aware. I just like how it riles you up so much, Kuna.â
His second mouth opens in guffaw.
And Sukuna raises one pink brow, âAnd I expect you are well-hydrated? For this night shall be long and merciless.â
You smile even wider.
.
.
.
One round.
Two.
Three.
Fourâ
It was just one round after the other. So many and so often; so many vicious slashes of Sukunaâs hips that already made you lose count- again and again. Your hands cascade down his thoroughly-built front to hold on for dear life. The windows were pulled shut, though you could feel the glowing of daylight behind it. The King was laid back against his oak headboard and helping you straddle his hips - your thighs crushed against the muscular, ridged area of his obliques as his cocks drilled into you twofold.
They were one after the other.
Thrust after thrust.
Stacked on top of one anotherâthe upper length was slightly longer than the bottom one. Numerous inches long. Tufts of dark-pink hair. Getting your inner thighs wet with globs of sweet, sweet cum that dribble out every time heâs pulling out-
And then ramming deeply back in again. Ravenous.
Heâs been cumming so many times this nightâbut he still wasnât done. He was still throbbing at his heavy balls, no matter how many puddles of sap swashed inside of you. He was still rock-hard and running on his monstrous stamina.Â
So many times that youâre swearing you feel your eyes sprinting to the back of your skull-
âAh ah-â One of his four hands lifts up to cup your gorgeous faceâŠor so you think. Instead, Sukunaâs straightening his hand out and swatting the side of your face- jolting you back to your senses.
Youâre whining as youâre pulled back. Nose crinkling in irritation, youâre looking at him: and ohâwas it a sight to behold. Sukunaâs incredible muscles were pumped up to be even bigger nâ bulkier as he manhandled you on top of him, sweat dripped from in-between his pink brows, and his second mouth stuck his tongue out and laps at his cursed lips with them. Before moving to yoursâŠ
Fervent moans crack at the back of your throat as Sukunaâs tastebuds glide-glide-gliiiiide along the sensitive inner parts of your thighs. Before spreading apart your pussylips and rolling over your clit.
As youâre shattering on top of him - your nth high coursing through you like a tidal wave - he chuckles. Both greedy mouths. âNot givinâ up so soon, are you, brat? Do not be like all those other humans-â He spits it out like acid, â-Iâve had to defeat today.â
âB-butâŠâ Babbling out stupidly. Your tears stream down your cheeks, your bottom lip quivers as his hips accelerate. âBut I am, humanââ
âWith a distinct difference.â He answers.
A few more merciless strokes and youâve given up all hope of attempting to meet his pace. His plap-plapping cadence. His hips against yours, causing such a searing sting that makes your spine arch into his sweaty body.
Into his cursed mouth that wraps its unbelievable length around one of your thighs and uses it like a lasso- tugs you closer to him. Like a ragdoll.
The very tip of his tastebuds start ticklinâ at your clit once more, and youâre feeling your body droop limply into Sukunaâs toned front. Your chin rests between his plush pectorals; and he reaches two beefy arms behind you to guide your hips. To perk you up nâ down, up nâ down, up nâ downâ
And with a third palm, the King shuts your drivelling maw- âBesides yourâŠslobber, you are above the title of just any human.â Those mean lips of his dip down to whisper into your ear, âYouâre my human. And I expect you to be my future Queen- the future mother of my children.â
A fourth and final one of his hands comes down to press on your cumflated tummy. Just the slightest pressure enough to make hot, white seed foam out of your pussy-Â
âThis royal pussy shall have to drink my cum up until we have an heir, yes?â
And you nod- you nod. Youâve spoken on the matter with the King of Curses before - a somewhat surprising occurrence - and both of you knew you wanted this.
Both of you were weakly pushinâ your hips firmly against his to milk out whatever ropey ounces of cum he was giving. He was flooding your insides. More and more; orgasms crashing into one anotherâSukuna cums deeply inside you again with both cocks and it still wasnât enough for him. âB-but how will we everâŠoh, how will we know itâs even taken, Kuna?â Sobbing.
Youâre looking down and itâs just an utter mess of creamy cum nâ the glossed-over tufts of his pink hair. Both bulbous tips twitching as they rammed inside you-
Sukuna smiles as he answers, âOhâŠgood question. Heh.â The inches of his tongue probe between your legs once again, though this time youâre feeling the ridges of his tastebuds enter your stuffed hole instead of merely grazing over your cunt. That prickly sensation glues to the back of your throat. âIf my counting is correct, this is about the 21st- ah, round.â Looking down at his muscular stomach for confirmation, his cursed mouth squelches! outward and hums in confirmation. âHow aboutâŠâ
âN-nghââ And you think if youâre about to cum, your body prevents you from it. Too pushed to its limits, you can only whimper and writhe on top of him-
And as youâre cumming with a mere few twitches, Sukunaâs cum seeps something hot and sticky in the back of your cunt. âHuman, milk your King until he canât cum anymore.â
Until heâs cumming dry?!
Your heart races as you wonder just how many more rounds that would take out of you-
Just how much more stamina does the strongest sorcerer of all time have? How much could he possiblyâ
Itâs as though he was expecting a far stronger fight from his sorcerer counterparts, so any and all pressure was being placed on your cunt now. With Sukunaâs driveling tips so hot nâ ruby-redâplummeting and plummeting between your swollen pussylips in search of drenching your pretty cervix white. He empties out a few more beads of pearlescent white before snickering, âDonât worry too much for your mortality, bratâŠâ
Your eyes flutter open- and heâs pulling you into a deep kiss. Through that, his reverse cursed energy courses through your own faltering body.Â
âIâll be done in one more roundâŠtwoâŠfiveâŠâ He murmurs, âPerhaps another twenty-one.â
⥠INO TAKUMA - 3.5 rounds.
âN-no, I promiseâŠâ Inoâs hiccuping hitches were just so cute- they interrupted him mid-sentence and made him sound as though he was pleading. âI promise- this time- now-â
âBaby, you donât have to force it.â Youâre cooing gently.
And he all but sobs- âNo- no, no noâŠI promise Iâm not too- hck! overstimulated to cum.â
ThoughâŠyouâre getting the sense that he really was.
Your proud, stubborn boyfriend was on his knees and beggingâhis chocolate-brown eyes wide, his brows furrowed, his bottom lip quivering in just the slightest way that was just the cherry on top. Ino gasps as he fists his cock even harder, dragging his palm down its left-leaning curve; again and again.
And youâre peering down at the man as he grows more and more frustrated with himself- at the fact that no matter how many times heâs jerkinâ his cock offâŠhe still refused to cum.
Or, at least, he did cum - just without the creamy white mess thatâd usually accompany it.
Three (and a half) rounds and Ino was cumming dry. Cumming nothing. With his body kneeled before you, with his mouth hoverinâ over your glistening wet pussyâheâd been making out sloppily with your pussy- all slathered in wads of his seed from rounds prior. Clenching and warm. And it was just the hottest thing heâs ever tasted.
So you really couldnât blame the guy for pulling on his reddened cock as he did soâŠbut that was precisely when disaster had struck.
When Ino had quirked the edge of his thumb underneath his sopping wet slit - just how you do it - and out cameâŠabsolutely nothing. Absolutely nothing and he was devastatedâ
âI-I donât understand.â Heâs babbling to himself. His gaze flickers between his angry cock and his even angrier hand- not smeared with cum. âI donât understand, I alwaysâŠâ
Softly placing a hand on his slim shoulder, âBaby, I told you sâokay.â
âBut itâs not okayâŠâ Ino mutters, tone practically a pout. He averts his face from your gaze, âI never last the rounds and rounds they do in books. And lately Iâve been going to the gym nâ everything more to increase my stamina, too.â
âIs that why youâve been buying dumbbells for the house, too?â You laugh, âAnd here I thought you were on some strange decorating spree.â
He juts his lower lip out, âDonât make fun of me, sweetnessâŠâ
âIâm not, Iâm not.â Youâre insisting. And without further ado, youâre holding either side of Inoâs sunkissed shoulders and helping him get up, standing his lanky body before you. Heâs dragged to your every whim and want; as youâre taking him by the hand and guiding him to the bed- before long youâre laying back in it with Ino hoverinâ above you.
Wrapping your feet around his small waist, you let his blushinâ cockhead kiss your pussylips. He shivers. âOh, fuck.â
âThatâs what Iâm doing.â Slyly, youâre letting him ease inside you- your poor boyfriendâs seeing stars at the sudden stimulation. His hips coming down to hammer his cock into youâ
But youâre stopping him with a leisurely hand at his hips, shaking your head with a smile as he stares down at you with teary eyes. A plea on his lips- âNow nowâŠâ Youâre cutting that sweet noise of his off with a tut, spreading your thighs apart even further nâ letting his rotund cock maze its way inside - sloooowly. âTake it easy, Taku. Easyâdonât worry, weâre gonna make you cum this round, mâkay?â
Heâs nodding jerkily- uncertainly. âY-you can really do that, pretty?â
âOf course.â Raising one brow, âDonât trust me?â
And heâs hastening to shake his head. Urgent and alarmed. âWhat- no.â And as though to prove this point, Ino leaves his hips at a complete standstill. Painfully so - for him. âNo, noâI would n-never not trust you, sweetness. I was just-â
âShhhh, I know, Taku.â Soothing him. You push away a tuft of chestnut-brown hair from his sweaty forehead, âI knowâŠâ
Sinking his teeth into his bottom lip, youâre both staring down at the place where you were connected. His throbbing cock. Your glistening wet pussy.
And then youâre breathing out in a tone thatâs low and slowâpractically hypnotizing him the more of his inches heâs sweepinâ inside. âJust need you to fuck me, baby.â
Heâs shuddering as he bottoms out.
Deeeeeep; those inches are red-hot and vein-covered, massaging your walls as heâs sliding in. The crown of his cock is a circumference you could feel at your very throat- and Inoâs head throws back prettily as heâs hittinâ your cervix a few times. âSh-shitââ
Youâre holding back your giggle, âEverything alright, Taku?â
âNo- yes.â And after a few more sloppy strokes, he whines. âNoâŠâ
Because how could he be? Less than a few minutes ago, heâd been ruttinâ against your calves and cumming dry into his fist. Right now, he was feeling as though the pearly gates of heaven had opened up wiiiiiide between your legs nâ was sucking his soul with every passing second- even the tiniest slurps of your pussy meant his brow was furrowing.Â
The tips of his ears growing red, âI-itâs justâŠI feel like mâgonna cum again.â Ino babbles into your mouth- capturing it in a sinful kiss. âAnd I think mâgonna cum dry-â
âHowâd you know if you havenât done it yet, hm?â You ask, bouncing your hips up to meet his own. The smack-smack-smacking sounds between you two was all but deafening, âCâmon, baby. Cum inside- hah, fill me up again.â
âShit- now mâreally gonna cum soonâŠâ Heâs echoing out desperately. Pelvis ramminâ into yours- and it was already torturous enough for his aching shaft - pistoning deeper and deeper - without your body greedily pushing up into his.
And he feels his heart race as the grin stretches across your face, âGood.â Kissing the soft nape of his neck, it makes his tip ooze out just a little more milky drops of precum. They glue to the pulsating area of your g-spot. âBecause I really, reallyâmmpf.â
And before you know it, your sorcerer boyfriend has reached behind you and clasped- at the discarded ski mask that he was usually known to make.
The soft, fluffy cotton of it glues your mouth shut.Â
Muffling your lewd words to the back of your throat - you donât have a chance to get out whatever it is you wanted to say. Whatever it is you knew would drive him over the edge.Â
And yet, Ino Takuma was still completely and utterly ruined as he punctures his ravenous cock between your legs-
Over and over and over.
âOh- ngh.â The cutest little whimper leaves his throat, and Ino turns his big, tearful eyes towards you. âO-ohhh, pleaseâŠsweetness, mâreally not joking. Mâreally gonna cum this time.â
âMmmmââ Nodding fervently.
âI swear mâgonna do it.â Kissing your forehead in apology for the gag- though he could feel just how wet you were getting between your legs. The sheen of your slick soaks his pelvis, his v-line, and the upper parts of his own thighs. Burned slightly red with constant. âI s-swear mâgonna cum.â
âDo it-â You just barely manage out. Before getting cut off- with both the ski mask being pushed deeper into your mouth, and the squeeze of Inoâs slender fingers on your clit.Â
Making you see stars-
Toes curling. Back arching. As though a feverish sensation is taking over your body, making your skin perspire and your head throw into the pillows.
And just as your orgasm rages through you, Inoâs does, too.
This timeâŠheâs pumping and pumping his ruddied cockâdragging the luscious curve of it across every single sensitive spot and dip. Those bundles of nerves that he was mapping out. And itâs as if Ino was trying to milk himself - to drag out the wetness of his orgasm if it kills him.
And luckily for him, he doesnât cum dry.Â
Somewhat.
Heâs beading out a single drop of seed that gets pushed right to the back of your womb- smeared by the rotund curve of his tip.
And then Ino looks at you with watery, content eyes. âI-I did it, sweetness.â
âThat you did, Taku.â
âDâyou think I can cum again?â
⥠GOJO SATORU - INFINITY.
âHoney, Iâm home~â
Which would have been a completely ordinary greeting from your husband, of course. Which would never have made you think twice before you opened the door for him, of course.
ExceptâŠthere was one little issue.Â
The Gojo Satoru youâre married to was wide-eyed and crazed on your television screen; Mei Meiâs livestream of the Shinjuku Showdown was playing in 4K on your 115-inch TV. And from your standstill in front of the locked door, you could still see your husbandâs black t-shirt starting to tear through once he increases his Hollow Purple to 200% and bursts it right in the direction of Ryomen Sukunaâor more likeâŠthe Ryomen Sukuna that was inhabiting the body of your honorary son.
But that was semantics. Or so you liked to think to keep yourself sane in here.
It had been Professor Yagaâs idea to keep you home whilst the battle raged on - there was no telling where the King of Curses would go or attack to gain an upper hand on his opponents. Evil never fought fair. And it was here - in the humbleâŠbut not-so-humble abode of yourâs and Gojoâs penthouse apartment - that heâd cast the strongest veils.
Talismans and protective omens from far and wide. Around the world.
Over the years, Gojo had taken it upon himself to make your house the safest place in the world - a home for his homeâyou. He knew the burden that came with being loved by The Strongest, and this was the one thing he could do to alleviate it.Â
And it was perfect.
But thereâd be no home here without your husband. And your stomach twists as you watch the white-haired sorcerer break out in a grin when his compression shirt gets completely torn and his throat nearly slashed.
Sweat glimmers across his defined muscles, and youâre finding it so hard to look away. The battle was reaching a climax- you could tell by the wild look in Gojoâs eyes.
A blur of movements and another explosion of candescent purple-Â
And then the door clicks! open.
This canât be.
Surely, this canât be.
Gojo was still on-screen.
Gojo was crouching over the Kingâs chosen vessel and watching as the marked tattoos disappear from what is now - and hopefully forevermore - justâŠMegumiâs face. He seems to be sleeping peacefully, and the victorious sorcerer on-screen presses two fingers to the poor boyâs pulse.
Brows furrowed in concentration- or concern?
Before a brilliant smile breaks out across Gojoâs face- and he nods to some of the others off-screen. Then youâre seeing the livestream falter on a sudden rush of white coats and stretches, a few of the paramedics reaching for your wounded husband as wellâ
Before you blink and he disappears. The only evidence of ever existing at the Shinjuku site being the bewildered faces of the doctors- and you.
And the fact that that very same Gojo Satoru was before you know.
Chest heaving. Those cloud-white tufts of his hair were messy - a far cry from his usual updo.Â
And his eyesâŠoh, his eyes were harrowed.
Empty. Unfocused. As though his mind was still in the midst of battle- though his bodyâs natural instinct was to come to you. And though power still radiated off of him in waves, itâs nothing of the calm river of coldness that normally layered his body. This was a torrential rainâdrenching your living room, drenching the entire apartment.Â
Pure uninhabited cursed energy; the dam had broken now. The very space he enters drops a few degrees in temperature.Â
The very same man youâd kissed goodbye before his battle- now with a simple layer of debris and dust covering him. It left him almost ghost-pale, and you wanted to brush it off as though discarding such an omen - heâd won.
With nothing but a few cuts on his brows and his lip, some already healing across his arms, heâd won. And he was standing right before you.
Unsteady on his feet.Â
He slowly raises his eyes to the livestream behind you and comments, âAh- thatâs a little delayed.â And then his gaze drops down to you - finally, finally drops down to you - and he breaks out into a smile.
Brighter than any sun.
Gojo had escaped the arms of death and run straight to you.Â
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.
âMmmm-mmpfgââ The blindfold muffles your mouth perfectly - which should be ironic, considering that all Gojo was thinking about during that damn battle was hearing your voice. At least one last time.
One last time.
And perhaps then, he could passâŠpeacefully.Â
But he hadnât; for who could be stupid enough to underestimate Gojo Satoru? Especially not Gojo Satoru himself. And so here he was: with his hot blindfold gift-wrapping your mouth, and his cock drivelling into you like he was a machineâ
In the lewdest doggy position possible; and you only wanted more.
Unable to vocalize, youâre fisting at the sheets- then behind at Gojoâs toned body. Clawing at those rippling obliques of his to try and draw him even further forwards. âM-moreâŠmmmpfore.â
Forwards and forwards.
Even deeper in.Â
The sudden change in angle makes Gojoâs puckered tip kiss up at your g-spot - even harder than before. And by now youâve memorized the exact length nâ circumference of himâthe exact measurements that were swabbinâ aside your wettened walls and tumbling into every spot you loved so much.
He knew every single one. Every single one.
And he was welcoming himself back- he was making sure youâd never forget him again and again and againâ
Gojoâs long since lost track of time- and he doesnât care. Hours could have passed, days could have passed - but the only thing that really mattered to him was finally having his hands on youâand his cock glued to the back of your pussy.Â
It was almost concerning how many times heâd stuffed your greedy orifice full - and yet, still kept on cumming. Cumming so long and hot inside you.Â
âOhâŠmmm.â Moans muffled. Lashes flickering shut. And your hamstrings ache with fatigue he couldnât feel because of his training - the man had just fought historyâs strongest sorcerer, for heavenâs sake.Â
And yet, Gojo wasnât feeling the slightest bit of lethargy as he loops one forearm underneath your hips and scoops your droopinâ hips back up. Plastering them against his own. Sweat and slick sizzles between your clashing bodiesâand Gojoâs voice cracks just a little as he asks. âMoreâŠ?â Breathless. Higher than usual. Your husbandâs eyes were wide and piercing- begging you for an answer.
His red-hot tip was just so ready to explode, and that syrupy white cum was already beginning to drivel out. To smear. To stuff inside. âT-tell me what you want, sweetheart.â He gusts his breath down your spine; absolutely scorching. âIs it moreâ?â
âItâs more- itâs more-â Sometimes, you wonder if he could read minds. And at the state that Gojo was in right now - you wouldnât be surprised. Just barely, youâre managing to utter coherent words through those merciless restraints, and oh, how he loved watching you gagging on his blindfold.
Filthy.
Tears flooding your gorgeous eyes. Your spittle cascading down in two streams- either side of your mouth.
Hot cum spills between your legs, and youâre still begging for more.
HahâŠGojo canât help but plant a loving peck on the side of your messy face. Humming, âThen mâgonna give you more.â
âYesââ Nodding, you plant your hands on the patch of mattress before you. Attempting to haul yourself up just a lilâ so that you could at least try and match his ramming pace-
âNuh uh, sweetheart.â Had this been anyone but Gojo, then you wouldâve found that smug tone of his oh-so-irritating. Just then, Gojoâs leaning his hefty weight over and pinning you down even further onto the mattressârubbinâ his blossomed cockhead across every inch of your cunt.
Youâre getting cut off mid-gasp.
Youâre fucking collapsing. And Gojoâs just colliding into you from behind.
Tangled up into such a mess; heâs drunkenly buckling on top of you and crashinâ and crashinâ his hips into you from above. Nose-deep into the crook of your neck. Mouth parted with constant sensual grooooansââWh-whatever my wife wantsâŠâ Heâs easily massaging your g-spot back and forth a few times, and then pulling all the way out with a resounding pop! â-your husband- The Strongest is gonna get it for you.â
âYes- yes, ToruâŠâ
âMâserious.â He says in a jagged tone. âYou wanted more?â The sudden confrontation of his words make you startle- and youâre giving him a quick nod. To which Gojo runs his buzzing fingertips between the sopping crevice of your folds, âThen mâgonna give you more. Hah, careful not to squeeze too tight.â
At that exact moment, you feel the airâŠstiffen around the two of you.
It was the same sort of tension youâd felt when Gojo had first entered the apartment: the presence of the worldâs most powerful cursed energy. It coiled around your bodies and set your skin alight- before focusing on one particular spotâ
Shockwaves run up your spine. And your husband reaches down to pat your stuffed pussy- âUnlimited void.â
You freeze. âM-mmpmfâŠ?â Youâve already talked about such uses of Gojoâs powers with him before - you just didnât expect it nowâbut you sure as hell werenât complaining.Â
It seems as though Gojoâs cursed energy was coursing through every axiom of him and supercharging it - he didnât control it. You didnât know if he could. It was seeping from his body into yours, and turning your slick channel intoâŠthat. Whatever it was. Something he could reel his hips back from and rut nâ rut and rut - without it ever getting stuffed too full.
Instantly - and because of the overuse of his powers - Gojoâs feeling his warm tip dribbles out a few more ropes of cum.
And itâs almost like aâŠchallenge at this point: just to see whether he could properly fill that gaping hole of yours. Gojoâs catching his pretty rose-pink lip between his teeth when he gazes down between those tremblinâ legs, âFuck- see?â Voice growing more ragged by the second, âSeeâ?â
Nodding and nodding.Â
âTh-this pussy wanted more, and n-now sheâll never get full. Now sheâs flooded with me right down to the womb-â Pressing his second palm on top of your stomach. â-and she still wants more. Hungry girl. Now she can take so much more that- hngh.â Getting cut off with a ruinous moan himself - heâs pumping out pearlescent webs once more. Another orgasm.Â
âThat?â Youâre choking out.
Breathed between clenched teeth, âThat youâre gonna milk The Strongest dry, sweetheart.â
âO-ohâŠâ A jolt of pleasure runs through your body at the notion- or maybe it was just Gojoâs slender fingers tightly grasping your clit. Those digits of his were coated in so much thrumming cursed energy that it drove you madââIs that even possible?â That expensive blindfold finally loosens its restraint âround your mouth, the constant jostling to and fro causing it to unravel.Â
âHmmmm?â Jackhammering hips. Interest piqued. Bolts of lightning shooting from the edges of his eyes as he smiles.
Again and again and again, his shaft scours your insides and stirs every sweet spot up. âI just mean-â Making you feel lightheaded. âHow many rounds has it- oh, already been? Are we even sure you can cum dry, Toru?â
âDunno.â He answers, and your jaw drops.Â
Just then, youâre sure that heâs hit with another orgasmâand you are, too.Â
Yours starts out in-between your legs with a sudden twitch- before suddenly the pleasureâs setting your body alight. Your heartbeat thrums in your ears, and Gojoâs humming softly to himself as he fucks you through it.
As heâs letting a few sloppy draaaags out before gritting his pearly-whites and dropping his head forwards. Deeper into the crook of your neck; Gojo lets out moan after moan as he dribbles out squelchinâ cum for the nth time tonight.
One after the other.
Loooong and luxurious. Those satiny ropes are emptied out into the deepest depths of your channel, and he was so thoroughly overstimulated by the charged euphoria that he sobs-
And a lightbulb bursts in the distance.
âMânot cumming dry yet.â Gojoâs heavy balls twitch once heâs plasterinâ them to the forefront of your pussylips. And you can feel them swelling and throbbing after every trickle- âBut we have the whole night for that, donât we?â
âNight? I think sâbeen days.â You retort, sneaking a glance at the daylight-shimmered curtains.Â
âAh, semantics~â
⥠HIGURUMA HIROMI - 5 rounds.
âI just donât understand, angel.â Higuruma leans back in his faux leather-bound chair and sighs, his gold-tipped pen coming to tap between his eyebrows as though searching for some button hidden in there - one that would preferably jumpstart the rest of him into normalcy. He continues, âThis Fujiwara case has just made me lose all my stamina.â
Because itâs always a long, hard day in the courtroom.
And Higuruma Hiromi knows that - heâs the best defense lawyer Tokyo ever did see. Thereâs a reason he graduated at the top of his batch, thereâs a reason he started his own law firm at around half the age that most of his colleagues do.Â
Thereâs a reason that Higuruma Hiromi, criminal defense attorney, makes the tension in courtrooms thicken until theyâre almost stifling the second he walks through those polished pews.
But this caseâŠ
It was the usual- some poor sap blamed for a white-collar crime that he clearly didnât do. And though Higuruma had half the brain to eye his bosses strangely, the nature of this case also meant that the prosecuting team was the best of the bestâbeing that they knew how to twist their words.
And Higuruma was left haggard after a single session. Not that he didnât think he stood a chance - he knows he does, he knows that guyâs getting out scot-free after this - but itâs just thatâŠhe had to do this for months.
He had to walk into the courtroom and feel his mind becoming more nâ more fossilized by the second- that damn prosecuting team was abhorrent.Â
And so here he was.
11:41PM. Cooped up in his office room at home; Higuruma was slumped down at his desk, whilst you stood concerned beside him. As he lets out another prolonged sigh, youâre stepping behind the chair and starting to massaging his firm shoulders - surely knotted to hell and back.Â
Higuruma shoots you a grateful smile, âItâs awful. I had to sit there and try not to throw my chair at those prosectors for-â
âFive hours.â Youâre finishing his sentence.
Heâs gazing up at you lovingly, âAnd even for lawyers theyâre insufferable- and thatâs coming from me.â
Youâre furrowing your brows in humor, âHeyâyouâre only half-insufferable.â
That makes him let out a laugh, âBut Iâm telling you, angel-â And almost as quickly as it came, it disappears. Higurumaâs pinching the bridge of his handsome nose for the nth time this night, âIâm not at that age just yet, but it seems I must work on my stamina. Today was absolute hell.â
âFive hours, huh?â Even saying it out loud made you feel weary, âYâknow how long thatâs about?â
âHm?â He looks at you, âHow long?â
Leaning down to whisper in his ear, âThatâs about as long as aâŠâ And even before youâre saying the words, youâre sensing the goosebumps that skitter down Higurumaâs neck and even further down his collar. Just how farâŠyou wonder. â-marathon that we have, hm, Hiromi?â
âYesâŠâ He breathes out. Long, dark lashes nearly shuttering.
Heâs been so caught up with that damn case lately- so caught up, he hasnât had enough time to spend with you. And just the mere mention of itâŠof being between those pretty legs nâ fucking you for hours and hours is enough to leave him a little heated.
And Higurumaâs meeting your eyes like two magnets that have finally met- first, his lips are on your neck. Then heâs tugging you onto his lap.
.
.
.
âYesââ Higuruma hisses out- voice pitched into a tone so utterly unlike him. Something so botched in his words, something so ruinedâ
Heâs been fucking your perfect cunt for hours now, and was showing no signs of stopping.
Your attorney husband has a steadfast hold on your hips; from the luxurious chair youâve moved onto the edge of his desk. Pressed on your front over the mahogany table, hands clawing out haplessly in front of you, ass archinâ up into his vicious thrusts.
The skin âround Higurumaâs pelvis has turned red by this point, and he was hissing between his teeth every time his hips came in contact with yoursâsmack!Â
So hard that youâre flinching just a little bit.
And that makes a few streams of cum dribble out from between your clenched pussylips- the pure-white sheen of it coating your thighs. Higuruma doesnât let a single sweet ounce of it go to waste before heâs snaking a hand down and thumbinâ off just a few drops.
And then youâre finding it stuffed between your lips- âM-mmmmâŠâ Your tears form a lacquer down your cheeks, âHiromi, youâre so filthy.â
âYou married me for it, didnât you?â He grins. Head tipping back just a little once youâre clenching your sopping wet walls in confirmation, âF-fuck, nghâkeep doing that. Just a little tighter, sugar.â And if you were in any clearer of a state of mind, then youâd have noticed that his husky tone was crackingâvoice breaking at the tail end of his sentence.
Higuruma was feeling his sanity drip away every time he entered your pussy- but so were you.
You moan, âNeed more-âÂ
He pats at your pussy adoringly, feeling the wetness of your slick mixed with his clingy white cum. âMore, huh? Sure you can handle it, angel?â Darting a look at the clock, âWeâre already onâŠa few hours. Round five.â
Nodding and nodding.Â
And youâre all but keening for more as you feel him edge his ravenous cock away - just a few inches. It honestly wasnât even a movement that should impact the sheer carnal streeeeetch he was bestowing upon you.
But with your needy senses, youâre turning your head over your shoulder. About to mouth off to your husband about pulling away when you were hungry for him the most when-
When youâre seeing that heâd been reaching for that scrap of fabric thrown over his chair.
A stray discardment in the heat of the moment earlier.
His tie.
Your restraints now.
Because in a split-second, Higuruma loops the jet-black fabric around your dangling wrists. It doesnât take him long to fasten it and tighten itâtesting it just by giving it a little pull- he finds himself grinning as your bodyâs able to be lifted and moved âround just by this.
Perfect.
The semi-coarse cloth was strangely sensual against your skin- almost biting.Â
Higuruma himself leans down to give a small nip at your right shoulder, before heâs leaning back and hauling youâinches off the table. Two hands clasped around your wrists, the cold hiss of his wedding ring matching yours, the red, rotund head of his cock swipinâ inwards and making your walls bulge with the size of him. âO-oh, fuuuuuck-â
His dribbling divot navigates straight to the bottom of your pussy. âYeah- yeahhhhh, youâve got this.â Higuruma whispers as your orgasm wracks through you - and his own fifth one was nearing ever-closer. âYou can take it. You can take me-â
âShould I be concerned about the- ngh, amount of space I have left?â In unison, youâre snapping your head down at the area between your legs. Limp.
âConcerned?âÂ
Cum was seeping out of you in what looked like bucketloads- in all the physical stamina that Higuruma was determined to prove that he still has. And he sure does - or at least your thoroughly-stuffed pussy seemed to think so - but your husband was still pumping away even harder.Â
Rougher.
Splatterinâ patterns of syrupy sap on your skin- where contact was being made constantly. Higuruma laps at the gentle leaking with his thumb once more, âSugar, this pussy was made to take my cum.â
Manhandling you backwards using the restraint of his tie, and slamminâ a final French kiss into the back of your cervix. You feel him start to twitchâin the way that Higuruma always does before heâs about to coat your walls with a layer of cum. âI-insideâŠâ You whine. âAll of it- inside.â
âMhmmm, your husband has you, angel.â And then heâs holding you close-Â
Tip thickening at the very flared edge, the crown of it, heâs pouring out a few glittery ropes ofâŠnothing. Absolutely nothing. Higurumaâs dark eyes shoot open as it sinks in: he was cumming in every way, shape, sensation, and formâexcept for the absence of cum. The absence of gooey white cum seeping out his shaft- and heâs feeling it.Â
But he isnât drenching your pussy in the way heâs expected to.
And Higuruma seethes- âAngel, IâŠâ Lower lip trembling as he takes in the cum thatâd frothed out of you and was now being pushed back, âI-I believe I didnât-â
âHiromi, did you cum dryâ?â Wonderment seeps into your tone. âI didnât even know you could do that-â
âI didnât, either.â There was something akin toâŠdisappointment in his tone. Something akin to sadness, something akin to determination- âI canât believe IâŠangel, my stamina is fucked-â
âBaby, you just went five rounds without stopping-â
âAnd if I donât cum on the sixthâŠâ That ruby-red tip rubs up against your g-spot, ready to splurge out cum at least this time.Â
-> No kid. No rules. Just five JJK husbands finally fucking their wives raw â loud, nasty, and balls-deep.
ft. toji fushiguro, gojo satoru, choso kamo, nanami kento, higuruma hiromi. x fem!reader
cw. mdni. graphic smut, established relationship, unprotected sex, deep penetration, mommy kink, daddy kink, cervix kissing, manhandling, bruising grips, hair pulling, spanking, creampies / breeding kink, overstimulation, dirty talk : degrading, praising, squirting, excessive wetness, cum play, spit, sweat, raw sex, prone bone, choking, bulge kink, porn with plot.
TOJI FUSHIGURO
tojiâs been eyeing you like a starved wolf the second the front door clicked shut behind your kidâs overnight bag. no more tiny voice yelling âmommy, one more story!â no more tiptoeing past the nursery at night with your hand clamped over your mouth so the little one wouldnât wake up to the sound of his daddy ruining his mommy. tonight the whole damn house is yours, and tojiâs already rolling his thick shoulders, cracking his neck like heâs about to step into the ring.
âfinally,â he mutters, voice low and gravelly as he kicks the bedroom door shut behind him with the heel of his boot. the lock clicks. loud. deliberate. âno excuses tonight, wife. youâre gonna scream for me till your throatâs raw. been saving this shit up for weeks.â
you donât even get a chance to answer before heâs on youâbig, calloused hands grabbing your waist, yanking you flush against his solid frame. his mouth crashes into yours, all teeth and tongue and that filthy scar on his lip dragging over your bottom one like heâs marking territory. he tastes like the cheap beer he cracked open the second the house went quiet, and he kisses you like heâs pissed he had to wait this long. one hand slides down, squeezes your ass hard enough to make you yelp into his mouth, and he laughsâdark, smug, hungry.
âthatâs it. make noise. loud as you fuckinâ want.â he spins you around, bends you over the edge of the bed so fast your palms slap the mattress. your sundress is already rucked up around your hips before you can even breathe. toji doesnât bother pulling it off; he just yanks your panties to the side, thick fingers spreading your folds like he owns them. because he does.
âlook at this pretty cunt already drippinâ for me. been wet since dinner, huh? thinkinâ about how daddyâs finally gonna wreck you without playinâ nice.â two thick fingers push in without warning, curling mean right against that spot that makes your knees buckle. you moanâloud, shamelessâand toji groans like itâs music. âyeah? thatâs right. let the whole neighborhood hear how much you love this dick.â
he pumps his fingers fast, nasty, wet squelching sounds filling the room because thereâs no reason to be quiet anymore. your hips jerk back against his hand and he slaps your ass hard, the crack echoing off the walls.
âstay still, baby. iâm just warminâ you up.â
but tojiâs never been patient. he pulls his fingers out, shiny with your slick, and you hear the metallic clink of his belt, the rasp of his zipper. his cock slaps heavy against your ass cheekâhot, thick, already leaking at the tip. he strokes himself once, twice, smearing precum over the fat head before he lines up and pushes in.
one brutal thrust and heâs buried to the hilt.
âfuuuuck,â he hisses through his teeth. your walls flutter around him, greedy, and he doesnât give you a second to adjust. he pulls back slowâjust enough for you to feel every veiny inch drag along your insidesâthen slams back in so hard your tits bounce inside your dress and your cheek smushes into the sheets.
the bed creaks like itâs gonna break. good. let it.
toji sets a punishing rhythm right away, hips snapping forward with that lazy, powerful roll he does when he knows he can go as deep as he wants. every thrust punches the air out of your lungs. his heavy balls slap against your clit with wet, filthy smacksâpap-pap-pap-papâgrowing louder, wetter, nastier the faster he goes.
âshitâlisten to that,â he growls, one hand fisting the back of your dress like reins. âhear how sloppy your pussyâs gettinâ for me? been holdinâ back too long, mama. now iâm gonna fuck you stupid.â
youâre already babbling, moans spilling out unrestrained, loud and broken. âtojiâoh my godâtoo deepâ!â
âtoo deep?â he laughs, mean and breathless, and angles his hips so the fat head of his cock drags right over that spongy spot inside you on every stroke. âyouâre my wife. this cunt was built for me. take it. take every fuckinâ inch.â
he leans over you, broad chest pressing to your back, teeth scraping your shoulder as he rails you harder. the new angle has him grinding against your cervix with every brutal snap of his hips, and your eyes roll back. youâre drooling onto the sheets, fingers clawing at the comforter, and toji eats it upâgrowling praises and filth right against your ear.
âthatâs it. scream for your husband. let it outâfuckinâ louder, baby, i wanna hear you cry on this dick.â
he reaches around, rough thumb finding your swollen clit and rubbing tight, mean circles. your legs start shaking. the pressure builds so fast itâs embarrassingâweeks of quiet, careful sex with one ear always listening for a toddlerâs cry suddenly exploding out of you in one overwhelming wave.
âtojiâiâmâiâm gonnaââ
âyeah you are,â he snarls, hips never slowing. âcum on me. soak my fuckinâ cock so i can fill you up proper.â
you shatter. loud. your moan cracks into a wail that echoes off the bedroom walls as your pussy clamps down around him like a vice, pulsing, gushing. toji groans like heâs been punched, but he doesnât stopâhe fucks you straight through it, hips stuttering only for a second before heâs back to that relentless, brain-melting pace.
âgood girlâgood fuckinâ girl. look at you creaminâ all over me. messy little wife.â
he pulls out suddenly, flips you onto your back like you weigh nothing, and shoves your knees to your chest. the new position has you folded in half, ankles by your ears, and tojiâs cock sinks back in even deeper. you swear you feel him in your stomach.
âthere we go,â he pants, eyes dark and wild as he watches his thick shaft disappear into your soaked pussy over and over. âwant you to see what iâm doinâ to you.â
his abs flex with every thrust, tank top riding up to show the dark happy trail leading down to where his cock is stretching you open. sweat beads on his forehead, dark hair sticking to his skin, scar pulling tight when he smirks down at you.
âgonna put another baby in you tonight,â he grunts, voice rough. âfuck you so full youâll be waddlinâ around with my kid again. you want that? want me to knock you up while the house is empty?â
you nod frantically, nails digging into his biceps. âyesâyes, tojiâpleaseââ
he laughs, low and dangerous, and starts pounding you even harder, bedframe slamming against the wall in a steady, filthy rhythm. your tits bounce with every thrust. your moans are nonstop now, raw and desperate, and toji drinks them in like oxygen.
he leans down, mouth latching onto one of your nipples through the thin fabric of your dress, sucking hard while his hips keep working. the dual sensation has you arching off the bed, another orgasm crashing over you so fast you almost black out.
âthatâs two,â he mutters against your skin, teeth grazing your nipple. âthink you got one more in you before i fill this cunt up.â
he sits back on his heels, yanks you down the bed so your ass is hanging off the edge, and hooks your legs over his shoulders. the angle is obscene. heâs so deep you can barely breathe, and he knows itâgrinning that cocky, scarred grin as he watches your belly bulge every time he bottoms out.
âlook at that,â he groans, one big hand pressing down on the swell. âcan see my dick right here. fuckinâ perfect.â
youâre sobbing with pleasure now, tears streaking your cheeks, but you donât want him to stop. you never want him to stop.
tojiâs pace turns feral. short, brutal snaps of his hips that have the wet slap of skin on skin ringing out like gunshots. his balls are soaked, your thighs are soaked, the sheets are soaked. heâs grunting with every thrust, low and animalistic, sweat dripping from his jaw onto your chest.
âgonna cum,â he warns, voice wrecked. âgonna flood this pussy till itâs leakinâ down your ass. you ready, wife?â
âpleaseâcum inside meâfill me upââ
he buries himself to the hilt and stays there, grinding deep as his cock throbs and pulses. thick, hot ropes of cum shoot straight against your cervix, pulse after pulse, so much it starts leaking out around his shaft immediately. toji groans long and loud, hips twitching as he empties himself completely.
but he doesnât pull out.
instead he leans down, presses a surprisingly soft kiss to your sweaty forehead, then starts moving againâslow, lazy rolls of his hips that push his cum even deeper.
ânot done yet,â he murmurs, voice hoarse. âkidâs gone till sunday. iâm spendinâ every fuckinâ minute of it buried in this cunt.â
he pulls out with a wet pop, flips you onto your stomach again, and yanks your hips up into a perfect arch. his cum is already dripping down your thighs, but he just spreads your ass cheeks with both hands and spits right on your ruined hole before sliding back in.
âround two, baby. scream louder this time. i wanna hear my name when you cum on my cock again.â
and he starts all overâhard, deep, relentlessâbecause tonight thereâs no reason to hold back. the house is empty, your throat is his, and tojiâs going to fuck you until the only thing you can remember is how it feels when your husband finally gets to ruin you exactly the way he wants.
GOJO SATORU
gojoâs been vibrating with energy since the moment your mother drove off with your little one buckled safely in the backseat. the second the taillights disappeared around the corner, he locked the front door, turned around, and looked at you like a man whoâd been starving for weeks.
âfinally,â he drawls, that signature cocky grin stretching across his pretty face. blindfold already tugged down around his neck, those electric blue eyes glowing with pure mischief. âno tiny footsteps. no bedtime stories. no âshh, satoru, the baby might hear.â tonight, mommyâs all mine.â
you feel heat rush to your face instantly at the word. âsatoruââ
ânuh-uh.â heâs on you before you can protest, tall frame crowding you against the hallway wall. long fingers tilt your chin up as he leans in, lips brushing yours but not quite kissing. âsay it again. call me satoru while iâm balls deep and iâll stop. promise.â
he doesnât wait for an answer. he kisses you filthyâtongue sliding in, claiming, tasting like the strawberry mochi he stole from the fridge earlier. his hands are everywhere at once, shoving your shirt up, palming your tits, pinching your nipples until you gasp into his mouth.
âbeen thinking about this all day,â he murmurs against your lips, grinding his already hard cock against your stomach. âhow loud iâm gonna make my pretty wife scream. how many times i can make mommy cum before the sun comes up.â
âstop calling me that,â you whine, embarrassed, cheeks burning.
gojo just laughsâlow, delighted, mean. he scoops you up like you weigh nothing, your legs wrapping around his narrow waist as he carries you to the bedroom. he kicks the door shut with his foot and drops you onto the mattress, crawling over you immediately.
âwhy? you get so cute when i say it.â he yanks your shorts and panties down in one rough tug, spreading your thighs wide. âlook at this needy little pussy already soaked. been aching for daddyâs cock while you were playing perfect mommy all week, huh?â
two long fingers drag through your folds, collecting your slick before he pushes them inside without warning. you arch with a sharp cry, and gojoâs eyes darken with satisfaction.
âthatâs it. loud. i want every neighbor to know whoâs fucking you stupid tonight.â
he curls his fingers perfectly, rubbing that spongy spot inside you while his thumb circles your clit with lazy precision. your hips jerk, a broken moan slipping out, and he coos.
âaww, mommyâs already moaning so pretty. does it feel good? tell me.â
âsatoruâfuckââ
âwrong answer.â he pulls his fingers out, ignores your whimper of protest, and flips you onto your stomach. he yanks your hips up into a deep arch, one big hand pressing between your shoulder blades to keep your chest down. you hear his belt, the rustle of fabric, then the heavy, wet slap of his cock against your ass.
heâs painfully hard, tip already leaking, veins prominent along the long, pretty length. he rubs the fat head up and down your slit, teasing your clit, dipping just the tip in before pulling back out.
âbeg for it, mommy.â
you bury your face in the pillow, mortified and dripping. âplease, satoruââ
he slaps your ass hard. âtry again.â
âplease⊠fuck me.â
âstill not right.â he pushes in just the tip, stretching you open, then stops. âwhoâs about to get ruined?â
youâre trembling, embarrassment and arousal twisting together so tightly you can barely think. âdaddy⊠please fuck mommy.â
âgood girl.â
he slams in to the hilt in one brutal thrust. the stretch burns so good your eyes roll back, a loud, shameless moan ripping from your throat. gojo groans, head falling back, white hair sticking to his forehead already.
âfuuuuck, so tight. always so fucking tight for me.â he doesnât give you time to adjust. he pulls back and starts pounding youâdeep, ruthless strokes that make the bed slam against the wall. every thrust punches the air out of your lungs, his heavy balls slapping your clit with wet, obscene smacks.
âhear that?â he pants, voice dripping with smug delight. âlisten to how wet mommyâs pussy is. sloppy fucking sounds just for me.â
youâre already a messâdrooling onto the sheets, fingers clawing at the comforter, moans pouring out unrestrained because thereâs no reason to hold back. gojo reaches around, long fingers finding your clit again, rubbing fast and mean.
âgonna cum already? so sensitive tonight. been neglecting this greedy cunt, havenât i?â
âsatoruâslow downâahh!â
he laughs and fucks you harder instead, hips snapping with that inhuman stamina. the lewd pap-pap-pap-pap of skin on skin fills the room, mixed with your broken cries and his filthy teasing.
âcanât slow down, mommy. been dreaming about folding you in half for days.â he pulls out suddenly, flips you onto your back, and folds you exactly like he promisedâyour knees pushed to your chest, ankles by your ears. he slides back in even deeper, the new angle making your belly visibly bulge every time he bottoms out.
âlook at that,â he groans, one large hand pressing down on the swell. âcan see daddyâs cock right here. ruining mommyâs insides.â
you sob with pleasure, tears slipping down your temples. the embarrassment of him calling you mommy while heâs rearranging your guts only makes you wetter, and he knows itâhe can see it with those damn six eyes.
âyouâre clenching so hard every time i say it,â he taunts, leaning down to bite your bottom lip. âdoes my dirty little mommy like being called out? like when i remind her sheâs getting fucked stupid while our kidâs away?â
âshut upâoh godâ!â
he angles his hips and starts hammering that perfect spot relentlessly. your orgasm crashes into you without warning, pussy gushing around his cock, walls fluttering wildly. you scream his name, loud and raw, body shaking violently.
gojo doesnât stop. he fucks you straight through it, eyes wild and bright.
âthatâs one. gonna give me at least three more before i fill you up.â
he pulls out, flips you again, this time pulling you to the edge of the bed so your ass hangs off. he hooks your legs over his shoulders and slides back in, grinding deep, rolling his hips in that devastating way that makes your toes curl.
âsay it,â he demands, thumb pressing on your oversensitive clit. âtell daddy how good it feels.â
youâre crying, voice hoarse. âfeels so goodâtoo deepâsatoruââ
âwrong.â he pinches your clit and you wail. âtry again, mommy.â
âdaddyâdaddy it feels so goodâplease donât stopââ
âthere she is.â his grin is feral as he starts pounding you again, bed creaking dangerously. sweat drips from his chest onto yours, his white hair a mess, muscles flexing with every brutal thrust. he looks unrealâbeautiful and mean and completely obsessed with breaking you.
your second orgasm hits even harder. you squirt around his cock, soaking his abs and the sheets, screaming loud enough that your throat hurts. gojo moans like heâs the one cumming, hips stuttering for a second before he keeps going.
âmessy mommy. look what you did to me.â he pulls out, slaps his soaked cock against your clit a few times, then pushes back in. âone more. i want you crying before i breed you.â
he leans over you, folding you again, mouth latching onto your nipple while he rails you senseless. his teeth graze, tongue swirls, and the dual stimulation has you seeing stars.
âgonna cum inside this perfect pussy,â he growls against your breast. âfill mommy up until sheâs leaking for days. maybe make another baby tonight, huh? you want that? want daddy to knock you up while youâre screaming his name?â
you nod frantically, too fucked out to be embarrassed anymore. âyesâyes pleaseâcum insideââ
gojo buries himself to the hilt and lets go with a broken groan, thick ropes of cum flooding your womb. he keeps grinding deep, pushing it further inside, whispering filthy praise against your ear.
âgood mommy⊠taking every drop like a champ. such a perfect wife.â
but heâs not done.
he stays inside you, softening only a little before he starts slow, lazy thrusts again, stirring his cum deeper. he kisses your tear-streaked face, then smirks.
âround two in the shower. then the couch. then maybe the kitchen counter. weâve got all night, mommy⊠and iâm nowhere near finished with you.â
he pulls out with a wet pop, cum dripping down your thighs, and throws you over his shoulder like a trophy, heading for the bathroom with that same infuriating, delighted laugh.
âbetter start stretching, baby. daddyâs feeling extra mean tonight.â
NANAMI KENTO
nanami kento had been composed all eveningâpolite smile when your mother picked up your little one, steady hand waving goodbye from the porch, even helping you clear the dinner dishes like the perfect husband he always was. but the second the car disappeared down the street, the mask slipped.
the kitchen light was still on, warm and golden. you were wiping down the counter when you felt him behind youâbroad chest pressing against your back, strong arms caging you in, his large hands gripping the edge of the marble on either side of you.
âfinally,â he breathed against your ear, voice low and rough, that usual calm baritone now edged with something feral. âno bedtime monitor. no little footsteps. just you and me, darling⊠and iâve been aching for this all week.â
you barely had time to set the cloth down before one of his hands slid under your sundress, palming your ass, squeezing hard enough to make you gasp. nanami groaned at the soundâopen, unfilteredâand pressed his already-hard cock against you through his slacks.
âlisten to that pretty little noise,â he murmured, lips brushing your neck. âyou donât have to hold back tonight, sweetheart. i want to hear every single sound you make when i fuck you.â
he spun you around, lifted you onto the counter in one smooth motion like you weighed nothing, and stepped between your thighs. his tie was already loosened, shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, exposing those thick, veined forearms. you reached for his belt but he caught your wrists, pinning them gently above your head with one hand while the other tugged your panties down your legs.
âlet me take care of you first,â he said, dropping to his knees right there on the kitchen floor. âbeen thinking about this sweet pussy on my tongue since breakfast.â
nanami buried his face between your thighs without warningâmouth hot, tongue broad and insistent as he licked a long, slow stripe up your soaked folds. the groan he let out vibrated straight through you. he ate you like a man starved: messy, devoted, sucking your clit between his lips while two thick fingers pushed inside you, curling perfectly against that spot that made your back arch.
âkentoâoh fuckââ your moan echoed around the kitchen, loud and shameless, and he rewarded you with a deeper thrust of his fingers and a pleased hum.
âthatâs it, my love. louder. let the whole house hear how good your husband makes you feel.â he licked and sucked noisily, spit and your slick dripping down his chin onto the tile. âso wet already⊠been craving this just as badly as i have, havenât you?â
your thighs started trembling around his shoulders. he hooked one of your legs over his back, pressing you wider, and devoured you with renewed hungerâfingers pumping faster, tongue flicking your clit in tight, relentless circles. your first orgasm hit you like a freight train. you cried out his name, loud and broken, hips jerking against his face as you gushed around his fingers. nanami didnât stop, only slowed his movements to work you through it, murmuring praises against your throbbing pussy.
âgood girl⊠such a perfect wife. look at you soaking my tongue. beautiful.â
he rose to his feet, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before kissing you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. you fumbled with his belt, desperate, and he helped youâthick, heavy cock springing free, flushed dark and leaking at the tip. you wrapped your hand around him and he hissed, forehead dropping to yours.
âcareful, darling. iâve been hard for hours.â
he didnât give you long to stroke him. nanami grabbed your hips, yanked you to the very edge of the counter, and pushed in with one long, brutal stroke. the stretch made you screamâraw, unrestrainedâand the sound seemed to snap something in him.
âfuckâ so tight,â he growled, voice wrecked. âalways so perfect for me.â
he set a punishing pace immediatelyâdeep, powerful thrusts that made the counter creak beneath you. every slam of his hips drove him right against your cervix, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing loudly through the quiet house. your tits bounced inside your dress with every thrust and nanami yanked the neckline down so he could watch them, leaning in to suck a nipple into his mouth while he fucked you senseless.
âyesâkentoâharder!â you sobbed, nails digging into his shoulders through his shirt.
he obliged. his grip on your hips turned bruising as he pounded into you, muscles in his arms and shoulders flexing with every savage snap of his hips. sweat already beaded on his forehead, blond hair falling messily over his eyes, but he never looked away from your faceâwatching every moan, every tear of pleasure that slipped down your cheeks.
âyouâre taking me so well, sweetheart,â he praised between gritted teeth, voice rough with restraint and need. âlook at how beautifully you stretch around my cock. my perfect little wife⊠letting me ruin her right here on the counter where we make our sonâs breakfast.â
the filthy words in his usually polite voice sent heat rushing through you. you clenched hard around him and he groaned, hips stuttering for a moment before he doubled downâfucking you even rougher, the wet squelch of your pussy obscene in the open kitchen.
he pulled out suddenly, spun you around, and bent you over the counter. your chest pressed against the cool marble as he kicked your legs wider and slammed back in from behind. the new angle had you seeing stars, his cock dragging perfectly against that spongy spot inside you with every thrust.
âkentoâoh my godâ!â
âlouder, darling. scream for me.â one hand fisted in your hair, the other gripping your ass as he railed you mercilessly. the sound of his heavy balls slapping against your clit filled the room, mixed with your broken cries and his low, guttural groans. âthatâs it⊠let it all out. no oneâs here to stop us.â
your second orgasm ripped through you without warning. you wailed his name, pussy gushing around his thick cock, legs shaking so badly he had to hold you up. nanami fucked you straight through it, praising you the entire time.
âgood girlâsuch a good fucking girl. squeezing me so tight⊠youâre going to make me cum if you keep that up.â
but he didnât stop. he pulled out, turned you to face him again, and lifted you clean off the counter, your legs wrapping around his waist. he carried you the few steps to the kitchen table and laid you down on your back, plates and napkins clattering to the floor. he hooked your legs over his shoulders and drove back in, folding you in half.
the position was devastating. he was so deep you swore you could feel him in your stomach. nanamiâs pace turned feralâlong, punishing strokes that had the heavy wooden table scraping across the floor. his abs flexed with every thrust, shirt half-unbuttoned and clinging to his sweat-damp skin.
âyou feel that, my love?â he panted, pressing a hand down on your lower belly so you could feel the bulge of his cock moving inside you. âiâm so deep⊠going to fill you up until youâre dripping down your thighs for days.â
you were crying nowâoverwhelmed, overstimulated, blissed out. âpleaseâkentoâcum inside meââ
ânot yet,â he growled, leaning down to bite your neck. âi want one more. give me one more, sweetheart. let me feel you fall apart on my cock again.â
he reached between you, thumb finding your swollen clit, rubbing tight, slick circles while he hammered into you. your third orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave. you screamedâloud, hoarse, unrestrainedâbody seizing, pussy clamping down around him like a vice. nanami groaned deep in his chest, hips stuttering as he finally let go.
he buried himself to the hilt and came hard, thick, hot ropes of cum flooding your womb. he kept grinding deep, pushing every drop inside you, whispering broken praises against your sweat-slick skin.
âperfect⊠so perfect for me⊠my beautiful wife⊠taking everything i give youâŠâ
even after he finished, he stayed buried inside you, rolling his hips in slow, lazy circles to keep his cum deep. he kissed you softlyâforehead, cheeks, lipsâthen rested his forehead against yours, breathing hard.
âweâre not done,â he murmured, voice still rough. âiâm taking you on every surface in this house tonight. the couch next⊠then our bed⊠maybe the shower if you can still stand.â
he pulled out slowly, watching with dark satisfaction as his cum leaked from your swollen pussy onto the kitchen table. nanami scooped you up bridal-style, kissing your temple as he carried you toward the living room.
âi love you,â he said quietly, reverently. then, with a small, wicked smile that only you ever got to see: âbut iâm going to fuck you like i donât until the sun comes up, darling. scream as loud as you want. your husband needs to remind this pretty body exactly who it belongs to.â
CHOSO KAMO
choso stood at the doorway long after your motherâs car had disappeared down the street, fingers twitching at his sides like he didnât know what to do with them. the house was finally quietâno cartoons playing in the background, no little voice calling for âpapaâ or âmama.â just the two of you.
he turned to you slowly, cheeks already flushed that pretty shade of pink. his dark hair fell messily over his eyes as he rubbed the back of his neck, looking anywhere but directly at you.
âum⊠babe?â his voice was soft, almost shy. ânow that⊠sheâs gone for the night⊠can weâŠ?â he swallowed hard, ears burning red. âi mean⊠if you want to⊠can i have you? please?â
the polite little plea, the way he looked like he might actually die of embarrassment if you said no, made heat bloom low in your belly. you smiled, stepping close and sliding your arms around his neck.
âyes, choso. i want you. take me.â
the switch flipped instantly.
his hands grabbed your waistâgentle at firstâthen suddenly tightened, pulling you flush against him as his mouth crashed into yours. the kiss was desperate, hungry, all tongue and soft whimpers vibrating against your lips. he walked you backwards toward the bedroom without breaking it, kicking the door open with his foot.
but right as you reached the hallway, he pulled back just enough to breathe against your mouth, voice shaky with need.
âwhat about⊠the kiddoâs room?â he whispered, eyes dark and glassy. âwe could⊠on their little bedââ
your eyes snapped wide, giving him a severe, shocked look.
choso froze immediately, panic flashing across his face. âno, noâi was just joking! iâm sorry, i didnât mean itâplease, forget i said that. bedroom. only our bedroom. i promise.â
you nodded once, still giving him that stern stare, and he whimpered quietlyâan actual submissive little soundâbefore he scooped you up and carried you the rest of the way, kicking your bedroom door shut behind him with way more force than necessary.
he laid you on the bed almost reverently, but the second your back hit the mattress his hands turned greedy. he yanked your shirt over your head, shoved your shorts and panties down in one rough tug, and stared at your bare body like he was starving.
âyouâre so beautiful,â he whispered, voice trembling with adoration even as he shoved two thick fingers inside you without warning. âso wet already⊠did you miss me this much, baby?â
you moaned loudlyâfinally allowed toâand chosoâs eyes rolled back at the sound. his fingers pumped fast, curling hard against that spongy spot inside you, thumb rubbing messy circles on your clit. nothing about the way he touched you was gentle. it was frantic, almost punishing, like heâd been holding back for months.
âchosoâfuckâ!â
âi know, i know,â he panted, leaning down to suck a harsh mark into your neck while his fingers drove deeper, faster. âiâm sorry, you just feel so good. i canât stop. please donât make me stop.â
he added a third finger, stretching you open roughly, scissoring them while his palm slapped wetly against your clit with every thrust. your hips bucked and he pressed you down with his other hand, holding you still so he could wreck you exactly how he wanted.
âgood girl⊠such a good wife,â he murmured sweetly against your ear, voice so soft and loving while his fingers fucked you loud and sloppy. âmaking all these pretty noises just for me. louder, baby. please be louder.â
your first orgasm hit you like a slap. you cried out, thighs shaking, pussy gushing around his fingers. choso moaned with you, eyes half-lidded in bliss as he kept pumping through it, drawing it out until you were twitching and oversensitive.
he didnât even give you time to breathe.
choso stripped his clothes off in seconds, cock springing freeâthick, flushed dark, already drooling precum down the shaft. he stroked himself once, twice, then climbed over you, hooking your legs over his shoulders and folding you in half.
âi love you,â he whispered tenderly, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.
then he slammed into you in one brutal thrust.
you screamedâraw, unrestrainedâback arching clean off the bed. choso groaned loud, burying his face in your neck as he started fucking you like a man possessed. every stroke was deep, punishing, his heavy balls slapping loudly against your ass with wet, filthy smacks. the bed creaked violently under the force.
âso tightâfuckâso warm and perfect,â he gasped, voice cracking with pleasure even as his hips snapped forward mercilessly. âi missed this pussy so much. missed making you feel good. youâre squeezing me so nicely, baby. thank youâthank youââ
his words stayed so sweet, so full of worship, but his body was anything but. he pounded into you with raw power, hips rolling in deep, devastating circles that made his cock drag against every sensitive ridge inside you. sweat dripped from his hair onto your chest. his abs flexed hard with every thrust, muscles in his arms and shoulders bulging as he held your legs open wide.
âchosoâtoo deepâahh!â
âiâm sorry,â he whimpered, but he only fucked you harder, grinding the fat head of his cock right against your cervix on every stroke. âi canât be gentle right now. you feel too good. please let me stay deepâplease, i need it.â
he shifted angles suddenly, hitting that perfect spot over and over until your eyes rolled back and another orgasm ripped through you. you wailed his name, pussy spasming wildly around his thick length, and choso moaned like he was the one cumming.
âyesâyes, just like that. cum on me again, my love. youâre so beautiful when you fall apart for me.â
he didnât slow down. he fucked you straight through it, hips snapping relentlessly, the wet squelching of your soaked pussy filling the entire bedroom. he leaned down, sucking one of your nipples into his mouth while he railed you, teeth grazing just enough to make you jolt.
then he pulled out, flipped you onto your stomach, and yanked your hips up into a deep arch. he pushed back in with a broken groan, one hand fisting your hair, the other gripping your ass hard enough to leave marks.
âlook at you⊠so pretty like this,â he praised breathlessly, voice soft and adoring. âmy perfect wife. taking me so well. i love youâi love you so muchââ
but his thrusts were savage. he was slamming into you so hard the headboard banged rhythmically against the wall, balls slapping your clit with every brutal stroke. your moans turned into sobs of pleasure, drool soaking the pillow as he rearranged your insides.
âchosoâgonna cum againâ!â
âpleaseâplease cum,â he begged, voice cracking. âi want to feel it. i need it. milk my cock, baby. be good for me.â
you shattered for the third time, screaming into the mattress. chosoâs hips stuttered, a high, needy whine escaping his throat as your walls clamped down around him. but he still didnât stopâhe fucked you through it, harder, faster, chasing his own release.
âiâm closeâiâm so close,â he panted, leaning over your back, lips brushing your ear. âcan i cum inside? please, my love? i want to fill you up so deep. want you dripping with me all night.â
âyesâcum in me, chosoââ
he buried himself to the hilt with a broken cry, thick ropes of cum flooding your womb in heavy, pulsing spurts. he kept grinding deep, pushing every drop inside you, whimpering soft praises the whole time.
âthank you⊠thank you, baby⊠youâre so good to me⊠such a perfect mommy⊠i love youâŠâ
even after he finished, he stayed buried inside, rolling his hips in slow, lazy thrusts to keep his cum deep. he kissed along your spine, gentle and reverent, while his cock continued to twitch and leak inside your ruined pussy.
âcan we go again?â he whispered shyly after a minute, cheeks flushed. âi⊠i still need you. please?â
you nodded weakly, and chosoâs eyes lit up with that same desperate hunger.
he pulled out, flipped you onto your back, and slid back in with one smooth, brutal thrust.
âiâll be gentler this time,â he promised softly, brushing hair from your sweaty face.
then he started fucking you even harder than beforeâdeep, punishing strokes that made your eyes water and your voice crackâwhile whispering the sweetest words against your lips the entire time.
the night was still young, and choso had no intention of letting you rest anytime soon.
HIROMI HIGURU
higuruma hiromi had been counting down the hours.
for once, the courthouse calendar had aligned perfectly: a rare full day off, no emergencies, no late-night case files, and your little one safely tucked away at school until late afternoon. the house was quiet, sunlight pouring through the windows, andâmost importantlyâhiromi wasnât exhausted. he felt wired. alive. hungry.
you were still in the kitchen rinsing the last of the breakfast dishes when you felt him behind you. no warning. no gentle âgood morning, darling.â just two strong hands gripping your hips and a hard, insistent cock pressing against your ass through his sweatpants.
âhiromiââ you gasped, nearly dropping the plate.
âshh.â his voice was low, rougher than usual, lips brushing the shell of your ear. âwe have the entire day. no work. no kid. no excuses.â he rolled his hips once, letting you feel exactly how hard he already was. âand iâm not tired today, sweetheart. not even a little.â
he spun you around, lifted you onto the counter in one smooth motion, and kissed you like a man whoâd been starved for months. deep, filthy, tongue stroking yours while his hands shoved your robe open. the cool morning air hit your bare skin and you shiveredâthen moaned loud when he sucked a nipple into his mouth, teeth grazing just enough to make your back arch.
âfuck, youâre perfect,â he growled against your breast. âbeen thinking about bending you over every surface in this house since i woke up.â
he didnât bother with more foreplay. hiromi yanked your panties to the side, freed his thick cock, and pushed in with one brutal thrust. the stretch made you cry outâraw and loudâand the sound seemed to ignite something feral in him.
âthatâs it,â he groaned, forehead pressed to yours. âmake noise. scream if you want. no oneâs here to stop us.â
he set a punishing rhythm immediately. hips snapping forward hard enough to make the dishes rattle in the sink behind you. every thrust was deep, heavy, the fat head of his cock kissing your cervix on every stroke. the wet slap of skin on skin echoed through the quiet kitchen, filthy and loud.
âhiromiâoh my godâslow downââ
âcanât,â he panted, voice strained with pleasure. âyou feel too fucking good. been holding back for weeks. today iâm taking whatâs mine.â
he hooked your legs over his elbows, folding you harder, and drove in even deeper. the new angle had you seeing stars, a broken moan tearing from your throat as he pounded that perfect spot inside you without mercy. sweat already beaded on his forehead, dark hair falling messily into his eyes, but he never looked away from your faceâwatching every expression, every tear of overwhelming pleasure.
your first orgasm hit fast and violent. you screamed his name, pussy clamping down around him like a vice, gushing slick down his cock and onto the counter. hiromi groaned deep in his chest but didnât slow. he fucked you straight through it, hips snapping relentlessly, drawing out every pulse until your legs shook.
âgood girl⊠such a good fucking wife,â he praised, voice wrecked. âlook at you creaming all over me already. weâre just getting started.â
he pulled out, spun you around, and bent you over the counter. your chest pressed against the cool marble as he kicked your legs wider and slammed back in from behind. the force made your toes curl. hiromi gripped your hips hard enough to bruise, using them as leverage to rail you even harderâlong, punishing strokes that had the entire counter shaking.
âhear that?â he growled, one hand fisting your hair to pull your head back. âlisten to how sloppy your pussy is for me. so wet. so loud. been dreaming about this sound for weeks.â
you could only sob in response, drooling onto the counter, pleasure bordering on too much. he reached around, rough fingers finding your clit and rubbing fast, mean circles while his cock continued its relentless assault.
your second orgasm tore through you even harder. you wailed, thighs trembling violently, and hiromi moaned like he was the one falling apartâhips stuttering for half a second before he kept going, fucking you through the aftershocks with savage intensity.
he carried youâstill impaled on his cockâto the living room couch. laid you on your back, threw your legs over his shoulders, and folded you in half again. the new position let him sink impossibly deeper. you swore you could feel him in your stomach.
âlook,â he rasped, pressing a hand down on your lower belly so you could see the bulge of his cock moving inside you with every thrust. âwatch how deep iâm fucking you, baby. this is what you do to me. this is how badly i need you.â
he was sweating, muscles in his arms and chest flexing with every brutal snap of his hips. the couch creaked dangerously beneath you. his balls slapped loudly against your ass, the wet, obscene sounds mixing with your hoarse cries and his low, guttural groans.
âhiromiâi canâtâtoo muchââ
âyou can,â he growled, leaning down to bite your neck. âyouâre going to cum on my cock again. right now.â
he angled his hips and hammered that spot mercilessly. your third orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave. you screamedâloud, broken, unrestrainedâbody seizing, pussy gushing around his thick length. hiromi cursed under his breath, hips losing rhythm for a moment as your walls milked him.
but he still didnât stop.
he pulled out, flipped you onto your stomach, and yanked your hips up into a deep arch. he pushed back in with a broken moan, one hand pressing between your shoulder blades to keep your chest down while the other gripped your ass hard.
âarch just like thatâfuckâperfect,â he panted. then he started fucking you like a man possessedâshort, brutal snaps of his hips that had the couch slamming against the wall. every thrust punched the air out of your lungs. tears streamed down your face from the overwhelming pleasure, but you pushed back against him, greedy for more.
âyouâre taking me so well,â he praised between gritted teeth, voice rough with adoration and lust. âmy beautiful wife. my perfect little hole. gonna fill you up until youâre dripping for days.â
he reached down, rubbed your oversensitive clit again, and you shattered for the fourth timeâscreaming into the cushion, body convulsing. hiromi finally let himself go with a deep, animalistic groan. he buried himself to the hilt and came hard, thick ropes of cum flooding your womb in heavy pulses. he kept grinding deep, pushing every drop inside you, hips twitching with aftershocks.
for a moment the only sounds were your ragged breathing and the wet drip of his cum leaking down your thighs.
but hiromi wasnât done.
he stayed inside you, softening only slightly, and started slow, lazy rolls of his hipsâstirring his cum deeper while he kissed along your spine.
âshower,â he murmured against your skin, voice still dark with need. âthen the bedroom. then maybe my office desk. we have hours, sweetheart⊠and iâm nowhere near finished with you.â
he pulled out with a filthy wet sound, scooped you up like you weighed nothing, and carried you toward the bathroom. cum dripped down your legs the entire way, but hiromi just smirkedâtired lawyer nowhere in sight.
today, on his rare day off, higuruma hiromi was going to fuck his wife raw in every room of the house, and you were going to scream his name until your voice gave out.
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