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Baby You Know We’re a Different Type of Freak (Kento x Toji x Black! AFAB! Reader)

Kento returned home after his miserable overtime shift to his wife and her boyfriend, Toji. What will happen next?

Warnings: MDNI, Black fat/plus-size/curvy fem! reader, husband! nanami, live-in boyfriend! toji, double pen., unprotected, creampie, brief hair pulling, dirty talk, cucking, oral (f & m receiving, kento goes down on both), pet names (my love, darling, good girl, baby girl, babe, wife, etc.), brief spanking, Kento and Toji kiss, unprotected, nipple play, fluffy aftercare

w/c: 3.8k

a/n: self indulgent, all likes, reblogs, notes are appreciated, had to resist saying "weeniering" instead of lovemaking lol

MDNI after the cut!

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honey-on-your-tongue

tease

── .✦ Clark Kent x fem!reader

synopsis: Jfc, Clark teasing you by pressing the thick head of his cock against your entrance, only to pull back, then press forward again, then pull back???

cw: porn and no plot, clark teases you, bigdick!clark, slight dacryphilia, depictions of porn in general <3

wc: 364 (blurb)

a/n: can you tell i'm ovulating 😩

He'll do it for a good while, after he's already worked you up, eaten your pussy, and fucked you on his fingers for well over an hour. So when, instead of sinking his cock into your needy cunt, he starts teasing you, you start crying.

honey-on-your-tongue

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Why do people tag smut on posts that aren't? It's annoying!!!! You're clogging the tag with irrelevant bs!

#clark kent smut

chichireadss

!Fire lord zuko drinking your milk.

You shifted uncomfortably on the edge of the bed, your hand pressed against your chest as another wave of pressure built beneath your palm.

"She still won't take it?" Zuko's voice came from the doorway, concern in his tone.

You shook your head, frustration and discomfort in your expression. "She turns away every time. I don't know what's changed. Yesterday she was fine, and now..." You winced as you adjusted your position, the movement sending a sharp ache through your breasts.

Izumi had been fussy all day, refusing to nurse despite your repeated attempts. The wet nurse had suggested she might be teething early, or perhaps going through one of those inexplicable phases that babies sometimes experienced. Whatever the reason, the result was the same—your breasts had grown increasingly swollen and heavy throughout the day, filled with milk that had nowhere to go.

Zuko crossed the room, his footsteps quiet on the polished floor. He knelt before you, golden eyes searching your face. "How bad is it?"

"It hurts," you admitted, your voice tight. "They're so full, Zuko. I've tried releasing some manually, but it's not enough. The pressure just keeps building."

His gaze dropped to your chest, and even through the fabric of your robe, he could see the difference. Your breasts were noticeably larger, swollen and round, straining against the silk. Small damp spots had begun to appear where milk had started to leak through despite your best efforts to contain it.

"Let me see," he said softly, his hands moving to the tie of your robe.

You hesitated only a moment before nodding, allowing him to part the fabric. You took off your breast bindings hours ago when they'd become too tight, and now your breasts were fully exposed to his view—heavy and engorged, the skin stretched tight and shining in the lamplight. Your nipples were darker than usual, prominent and already glistening with beads of milk that had begun to leak unbidden.

Zuko's breath caught audibly. "Spirits," he murmured, his voice dropping low. "You're so swollen."

"I know," you whispered, embarrassment heating your cheeks even as another droplet of milk formed at your nipple and traced a slow path down the curve of your breast. "I look ridiculous."

"No." His contradiction was immediate. His hands came up to hover near your breasts, not quite touching. "You look incredible. May I?"

You nodded, and his warm palms cupped you gently, his touch was gentle as though afraid of hurting you. Even that contact made you gasp—your breasts were so sensitive, every nerve ending heightened by the engorgement.

"They're so warm," Zuko observed, his thumbs brushing carefully along the undersides. "And heavy. This must be painful."

"It is," you confirmed, biting your lip as his exploration sent confusing signals through your body—discomfort from the pressure, but also something else, something that made heat pool low in your belly despite the ache.

Zuko was quiet for a moment, his eyes fixed on your chest, watching as another bead of milk formed and began to drip. Then he looked up at you, and there was something dark and hungry in his gaze that made your breath hitch.

"I could help," he said, his voice rough. "If you'd let me."

You understood immediately what he was suggesting, and your heart began to pound. "Zuko..."

"The wet nurse said Izumi might not nurse for days," he continued, his hands still cradling your breasts with exquisite gentleness. "You can't stay like this. Manual expression isn't working well enough. But I could..." He swallowed hard, his pupils dilating. "I could drink from you. Relieve the pressure."

The suggestion sent a bolt of arousal straight through you, unexpected and intense. You'd never considered such a thing, but now that he'd said it, the image filled your mind—Zuko's mouth on your breast, his lips sealed around your nipple, drawing out the milk that made you ache.

"Would you want to?" you asked breathlessly.

His answer was to lean forward and drag his tongue slowly up the trail of milk on your breast, collecting the droplets. His eyes fluttered closed and he made a low sound of appreciation. "You taste sweet," he murmured against your skin. "Like honey and cream."

Your fingers tangled in his hair, your body trembling. "Please zu..," you whispered, no longer sure if you were begging for relief from the physical discomfort or from the sudden, desperate need that had ignited in your core.

Zuko shifted closer, positioning himself between your thighs as you sat on the edge of the bed. His hands cupped your right breast, lifting it slightly, and then his mouth closed over your nipple.

The sensation was overwhelming. His lips formed a seal, warm and soft, and then he began to suck—gently at first, then with increasing pressure. The milk let down immediately, flowing into his mouth in a warm rush that made you cry out. The relief was immediate and intense, the pressure easing as he drank, but it was accompanied by a pleasure so acute it bordered on pain.

"Oh, agni," you gasped, your head falling back as Zuko nursed from you. His tongue worked against your nipple, encouraging the flow, while his hand kneaded the swollen flesh gently, helping to express the milk. You could hear him swallowing, could feel the pull of his mouth with every draw, and it was the most erotic thing you'd ever experienced.

He drank deeply, his eyes closed in concentration and pleasure. One of his hands remained on your breast, massaging carefully, while the other slid up your thigh, pushing your robe further open. You were already wet, arousal slicking your inner thighs, and when his fingers found your center, you moaned aloud.

Zuko pulled back just long enough to murmur, "You're soaked," before returning his mouth to your breast. His fingers stroked through your folds, teasing, while he continued to nurse. The dual sensations—his mouth drawing milk from your breast and his fingers working between your legs—had you trembling and gasping within seconds.

Your breast was beginning to soften slightly, the terrible tightness easing, but you were still so full. Zuko seemed to sense this, and he shifted his attention to your other breast, his mouth closing over that nipple with the same hungry devotion. The milk flowed just as readily, and you whimpered as the relief-pleasure washed through you again.

"So good," Zuko murmured between draws, his voice muffled against your flesh. "You taste so good, and you're giving me so much."

His fingers found your clit, circling it with practiced skill, and you bucked against his hand. The combination of sensations was driving you toward climax with startling speed—the relief of your breasts being emptied, the eroticism of your husband drinking from you, the skilled touch of his fingers on your most sensitive places.

"Zuko," you panted, your fingers tightening in his hair. "I'm gonna—oh, please—"

He increased the pressure of his sucking, his hand kneading your breast more firmly to encourage the milk flow, while his fingers worked faster between your legs. The pleasure built and built, tension coiling tighter in your core, until finally it snapped.

You came with a sharp cry, your body convulsing as waves of ecstasy rolled through you. Your breast leaked more heavily as you climaxed, milk flowing freely into Zuko's eager mouth, and he groaned against you, the vibration adding to your pleasure. He didn't stop nursing, didn't stop touching you, drawing out your orgasm until you were shaking and oversensitive.

When you finally came down, gasping and trembling, Zuko released your nipple with a soft pop. His lips were wet with your milk, his eyes dark with lust. "Better?" he asked, his voice rough.

You nodded weakly, looking down at your breasts. They were noticeably smaller now, though still fuller than normal. The terrible tightness had eased considerably, leaving only a pleasant heaviness. "Much better," you breathed. "But you're not finished, are you?"

His smile was predatory. "Not even close."

He stood, and you could see the prominent bulge in his pants, evidence of his arousal. He'd been hard since he first started nursing from you, and now he was clearly aching for relief of his own.

"Lie back," he commanded softly, and you obeyed, scooting further onto the bed and reclining against the pillows. Your robe fell completely open, leaving you bare to his hungry gaze.

Zuko stripped quickly, his movements economical and efficient, revealing the lean, scarred body you knew so well. His cock stood proud and hard, the tip already glistening with precum. He climbed onto the bed, settling between your spread thighs, and leaned down to capture your mouth in a deep, claiming kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue—the sweet, creamy flavor of your milk—and it made you moan into his mouth.

"I wanna be inside you," he murmured against your lips, "while I drink more. Can i…?"

"Yes," you gasped, already aching to be filled. "Please, Zuko."

He positioned himself at your entrance, and you were so wet that he slid in easily despite his considerable size. You both groaned at the sensation—the stretch and fullness, the slick heat, the perfect fit of your bodies. He began to move with slow, deep strokes, and then he lowered his head to your breast once more.

The sensation of being filled by his cock while he nursed from you was indescribable. Every pull of his mouth seemed to echo in your core, tightening around him, while every thrust drove him deeper. Your breasts were still producing milk readily, and Zuko drank greedily, alternating between them, his hands roaming your body possessively.

"You're so beautiful like this," he murmured between draws, his hips maintaining the steady pace. "So full and soft and perfect. I could drink from you for hours."

"Zuko," you whimpered, your hands clutching at his shoulders. The pleasure was building again, faster this time, your body still sensitive from your first orgasm. "Harder, please."

He complied immediately, his thrusts becoming more forceful, driving deeper. His mouth worked at your breast with matching intensity, sucking hard enough that you knew you'd have marks tomorrow—not enough to bruise.. The thought made you clench around him, and he groaned.

"So tight," he panted, releasing your nipple to kiss and lick at the curve of your breast, following the trails of milk that had escaped. "Squeezing me so perfectly. Are you gonna cumagain? Gonna cum on my cock while I drink from these beautiful breasts hm?"

"Y-yes!," you gasped, your nails digging into his back. "Yes, I'm close, so close—"

His hand slipped between your bodies, finding your clit again, and that was all it took. You shattered, crying out his name as your second orgasm crashed over you. Your inner walls clamped down on him rhythmically, and you felt a fresh surge of milk let down, flowing freely as your body convulsed in pleasure.

Zuko captured your nipple again, drinking deeply as you came, and the sensation prolonged your climax until you were sobbing with the intensity of it. His thrusts became erratic, and then he was following you over the edge, burying himself deep as he found his own release. You felt him pulse inside you, filling you with his seed, while his mouth continued to draw from your breast in long, satisfied pulls.

He collapsed against you carefully, mindful of your still-tender breasts, his softening cock still inside you. For long moments, you both simply breathed, hearts pounding in sync, bodies slick with sweat and milk.

Finally, Zuko lifted his head, pressing a tender kiss to your breast before meeting your eyes. "How do you feel?" he asked softly.

You took inventory of your body. Your breasts were much softer now, the painful engorgement relieved, though they still held milk. Your body was pleasantly sore, satisfied in a way that made you feel boneless and content. "Perfect," you murmured, running your fingers through his hair. "Absolutely perfect."

He smiled, that rare, genuine smile that he reserved only for you and Izumi. "Good." He pressed a kiss to your lips, sweet and lingering. "Though you know this might become a regular thing if Izumi continues to refuse."

A shiver of anticipation ran through you at the thought. "I think I could live with that."

"Mmm." He nuzzled against your neck, his hand coming up to cup your breast again, thumb brushing over your nipple almost absently. "We should probably clean up. You're covered in milk."

You laughed softly. "So are you."

"I know." His voice was smug, satisfied. "I can still taste you."

Heat bloomed in your cheeks, but you made no move to get up, content to lie there with your husband's weight pressing you into the mattress, his hand gentle on your breast, his seed slowly leaking from your body. There would be time to clean up later. For now, you simply wanted to savor this moment—the intimacy, the pleasure, the deep connection that bound you together.

Outside, the sun had fully set, and the palace was quiet. Somewhere in the nursery, Izumi slept peacefully, unaware of the gift her refusal to nurse had given her parents. And in the Fire Lord's chambers, you and Zuko held each other close, already anticipating the next time your breasts would swell with milk and he would relieve you with his mouth and hands and body.

It was, you reflected drowsily as Zuko's breathing evened out against your neck, a very satisfactory solution to the problem.

The next morning, you woke to the familiar pressure building in your breasts again. Izumi had still refused to nurse at her dawn feeding, and the wet nurse had reported that she seemed perfectly content with a bottle instead.

Zuko stirred beside you, his hand immediately finding your breast, testing its fullness. His eyes opened, meeting yours, and a slow smile curved his lips.

"Again?" he murmured, his voice still rough with sleep.

You nodded, already feeling the ache, the need. "Again."

He wasted no time, pushing you gently onto your back and settling between your thighs. This time there was no hesitation, no tentative exploration. He knew exactly what you both needed, and he took your nipple into his mouth with confident hunger.

The milk flowed readily, and you gasped as the pleasure washed through you once more. Zuko's hand slipped between your legs, finding you already wet and ready, and he groaned against your breast.

"Every morning," he murmured, his fingers sliding inside you while he continued to nurse. "I wanna wake up like this every morning, drinking from you, making you cum."

"Yes," you whimpered, already close to climax. "Yes, Zuko, please—"

He brought you to orgasm twice before he was satisfied that your breasts were sufficiently relieved, and then he made love to you slowly, thoroughly, until you were both sated and trembling. Afterward, as you lay tangled together in the rumpled sheets, you couldn't help but laugh softly.

"What?" Zuko asked, pressing a kiss to your temple.

"I was so worried when Izumi stopped nursing," you admitted. "I thought it was a problem.."

"Now it isn’t," he finished, his hand cupping your breast. "I intend to enjoy it thoroughly for as long as it lasts."

You smiled, turning to kiss him properly. "I love you."

"I love you too," he murmured against your lips. "My beautiful wife. My perfect Fire Lady."

chichireadss

Firelord Zuko/atla masterlist

Smut

zuko pleasuring you

Zuko is frustrated with his firelord duties

Zuko breeding you

pussy eater Zuko

puss eater zuko (2)

part 1: Finding out you're pregnant, but Zuko can't seem to take his hands off you.

part 2: !princess Izumi begging for a sibling

Semi public sex with Zuko

Sub zuko

pov you're jealous of Zuko's ex

letting him take control

your husband, firelord zuko has a breeding kink.

Zuko steaming up whenever you have sex together

claiming firelord zuko

Fire Lord Zuko eating you out despite being over stimulated

Fire Lord Zuko drinking your milk

Fire Lord Zuko has a size kink.

Fluff

Zuko with his beautiful wife, you. and his daughter, Izumi.

Exhaustion or pregnancy? (part 2 of arranged marriage with zuko)

Angst

Arranged marriage with firelord zuko (part 1)

jazzthatonewriterchick

Smile For The Camera, Baby!

Pairing: Photographer!Geto x Plus-Sized!F!Reader

Synopsis: In which you decide to volunteer to model for your friend’s lingerie line photoshoot when the original model gets sick and meet the very sexy photographer who isn’t letting you leave until you realize how gorgeous you are.

Warnings: 18+ (MDNI); No Curse AU; T/W for Body Insecurity; Alcohol Consumption; Eye Fucking; Sexual Tension; Highkey Flirting; Inappropriate Touching; Tattoo Kink; Tongue Piercing; Pet Names (Mama, Baby, Sugar), Dom!Geto x sub!Reader; Strangers to Lovers; Sex on Camera; Taking Nudes; Tongue Kissing; Striptease; Mutual Oral; 69ing; Facesitting; Praise; Edge Play; Lewd Pictures; No PIV Sex; Facial; Exhibitionism; Aftercare Cuddles

Word Count: 9.4k

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer's Note: I wrote this about a year ago, but it ended up being flagged (ugggggggh!!!) lol so I wanted to revise & repost it for 2026! This is how I cope with my baby being d*ad & gone. I also know for a fact Geto loves women of all shapes n sizes! I hope y'all enjoy! -Jazz

Credits: Divider by @anitalenia!

Read on AO3 HERE!

“I-I don’t know about this, Maki.”

About two weeks ago, you were okay with taking semi-naked photos for your friend’s lingerie shoot since her model got ill. It wasn’t on short notice since the date for the shoot was on the weekend and you were getting paid for your time.

Plus, spending a hot afternoon trying on cute lingerie and sipping on Moscato seemed like a great afternoon, indeed.

slvttyplums

favors for toji and getting whatever you want (˶>⩊<˶)

you suck toji’s dick as "favors"; in return he gets you whatever your heart desires.

“hey, do me a favor.”

“i need a quick favor.”

“be good and do me a favor.”

when toji first asked if you could do a favor for him, as a roommate to a middle-aged man, you said yes.

he wasn’t that nice, but favors always meant you got something in return, so you didn't mind picking up something from the store for him or cleaning his room.

all of those were assumptions; that's what you thought the favor was going to be. instead, when you said, "sure, what is it?”

he pulled his sweatpants down in one move, revealing his stiff, aching dick that glowed pink at the tip.

“can you suck me off?”

his tone was casual, which not only confused you but also annoyed you. after staring at his dick for a while, your hand slowly reached out, grabbing it, his dick stiffening even more in your hold.

this kickstarted an unspoken arrangement: he asks you for a "favor," you do it, and he gives you everything you want.

the morning after doing it for the first time, you woke up to his worn-out wallet beside you.

two hundred dollars in it with his credit card, a sticky note attached saying his limit is five hundred and not to go crazy… but you did.

toji asking you the first time was on a whim, expecting you to curse him out or call the cops. so when you started sucking him off, he wasn’t expecting to get addicted to your mouth.

coming into your room for favors almost every night, making his wallet run dry and making you into a spoiled brat.

“you said $250 and a shopping spree!”

hanging your head off the edge of the bed with a pout while toji sighs, putting on his belt.

“i have to get more fucking hours; i told you last week, good fucking god.”

the more favors he wanted, the more he had to stay at work and get other side gigs just to fund you, his pretty little roommate with the pretty face and wet warm mouth.

shopping sprees? he made it happen. you wanted specific shoes? he got them. he always made sure you got what you wanted the next day.

it didn't take long for the two of you to start growing attached and developing feelings.

toji coming back to you sleeping in his bed and you coming home to gifts in your room even when you didn't suck him off.

the arrangement continued on anyway.

an: yes ik its short but i was thinking about this and really wanted to post tehehe.

aizawa-horny-brigade

milkmaid.

Farmer!Nanami x Chubby!Cowgirl!Reader (ft. Puppyboy!Yuji)

Bitch, I’m a cow 🐮

A/N: This lil fic is for the Paws and Claws Collab by @katslutski! Thanks for letting me participate! Also sorry for making it stupidly long 😳😩

NOTICE: Yes, Yuji is in the story, but only as an additional character. Nothing sexual involving him.

Word Count: 4.1 K

TW/CW: power imbalance relationship (owner x pet), chubby!reader, cowgirl!reader, heat cycle/going into heat, reader has large breasts (duh lol), lactation, milking, nipple play, unprotected sex, creampie

PART 2 Wolf!Toji x Chubby!Cowgirl!reader & Farmer!Nanami x Chubby!Cowgirl!reader

PART 3

Life, you had decided, was just not fair.

It was the ass crack of dawn and, just like every other day before, you were fumbling around in your cozy cabin half asleep, trying to get prepared to receive your assigned duties for the day. “Why couldn’t I have been born a puppy girl?” Your ears fluttered as you mutter grumpily, “all they ever have to do is lay around, be cute and get pet.” The bitterness in your tone was almost enough to leave a bad taste in your mouth. “I’d be just a little dumber, but it’d be worth it!”

tajinism-deactivated20260516

pregnant sex with hiromi ⭐︎

higuruma hiromi hasn’t been stressed in a suspicious minute. he’s been more calm, poised, and factual as of recently. he seems… visually happier.

he’s applied for six months worth of paid leave already— that’s almost two hundred days he’s been racking up. some firm members speculate a getaway trip. others are betting that he’s being wed.

nobody truly knows why he’s planning on being absent for six months, but you certainly do. the reason being the little fury growing in your belly.

hiromi has made it his personal duty to discreetly accommodate your every need— including your heightened sex-drive. your libido has increased dramatically, resulting in you pawing at hiromi’s body every other hour because you want him to stuff you full with his cock.

that’s why you’re nestled in his lap, pussy wrapped neatly around his hard-on. your skirt is bunched around your hips, button-up top slightly undone, and belly bump creating a slight gap between your bodies. hiromi feels you squirm uneasily against his body and he squeezes your thigh in reassurance.

“stay still, sweetheart.” he whispers, hand moving up to stroke your back while he fills out documents. “you don’t want me to mess up and lose another case, right?” hiromi’s thankful you can’t see his face right now. gritted teeth, temples pulsing, and eyes narrowing in an attempt to stay focused.

“n-no, sir—“ you breathe shakily. your head’s tucked in the crook of his neck to avoid the embarrassment of your overly needy body. “i just want you to m-move…”

your body aches for action from hiromi’s cock. it’s simply shoved in your needy cunt, veins firm against your g-spot.

hiromi sighs and continues to draw mindless patterns on your much smaller frame. “but what about our little baby, honey?” he knows how to push you buttons— you can’t bear hurting such an innocent little thing. “you don’t want to hurt them, do you?”

“won’t hurt them… just be gentle—“ you muster weakly. you let out a small gasp when hiromi delivers a small flick to your perky clit. “higuuu, please— i’ll die without your cock..!” that does it.

hiromi drops his pen and makes you face him. there’s a ravenous look across his face, a product of all his built-up lust. he’s careful of the little bump when he splays his hand across your tummy. you hold onto his shoulders when he slightly lifts you and slams you down mercilessly on his cock.

you’re bouncing up and down his dick, faint breaths of ah! ah! ah! leaving your lips. "hiromiiii...!" you moan into the spacious office room. the sinful sounds of skin against skin accompany your sweet sounds, something hiromi delights in.

god, you're the most perfect little thing.

needy, pliant, obedient, and carrying his baby. hiromi halts his actions and runs his thumb against your protruding stomach. you let out a needy whine which causes his cock to twitch against your tight, warm walls.

"tell the little one to buckle up." hiromi says, grounding your hips on his lap.

"mommy and daddy are a little... restless right now."

tajinism-deactivated20260516

@mimuju here you go wife

bluukive-deactivated20260523

▶ Munchies.ᐟ

synopsis :: the type of eaters the jjk men are

content :: MDNI, Nanami + Toji x fem!reader (seperate), Sukuna x reader x Gojo, oral (f.receiving), overstimulation, Shiu listening in and jerking off, threesome, Sukugo being gay

forgot I was going to write this until miss @coralbae reminded me and helped me out, thanks again twin (go follow her rn btw)

header :: it's my sale assistant's fault that my new publication is XXX.

▶ Nanami :: ꒰ over eater! ꒱

One orgasm, two orgasm, three orgasm, four.

Could your husband Nanami Kento draw out anymore?

spideyyeet

➷ FRATKUNA NEVER NOTICED YOUR OVULATION…UNTIL YOU GET HANDSY WITH HIM IN THE POOL [FWB]

[ TAGS ] — MDNI 18+ ONLY. NSFW. fwb. piv. raw. OVULATION. needy reader. EXHIBITIONISM. creampie. PUBLIC SEX. spanking. POSSESSIVE SUKUNA. CAUGHT. spitting. slight degradation. DUMBIFICATION. slight angsttt. dacryphilia. fingering. scent kink. overstim. wc: 14.6k

sukuna knows women. he knows how to please them. how to make them moan, whine, cry. but knowing how to please a woman doesn’t mean he knows women. aka a woman’s cycle. in simple terms, sukuna has mainly grown up with men, his gramps, his brothers, toji — all he knows is a girl has a period, but he has never bothered to stay with a girl long enough to actually address her period.

well until his fuck buddy, you, open your door for him.

his arm wraps around your waist, tugging you towards his chest, lips locking with yours in moments. “Mmm,” he groans, tongue pushing past your lips, just to feel you press a hand to his chest. your lips break, air filling his lungs in disdain, eyes narrowing at you for pushing him away.

“you didn’t text me, dude,” you say, letting him pull away to drop his backbag on the floor, plastic bag in hand as he kicks his shoes off.

deartoru-deactivated20260407

ᯓ :ִ ࣪✧ 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

｡°✩ pairings ; nanami kento x fem!reader x hiromi higuruma

⋆｡°✩ summary ; kento and hiromi loose their minds over their coworker, aka you.

⋆｡°✩ cw ; NSFW/MDNI ; sexualization (not malicious but take it as you will) ; male masturbation ; fantasizing ; the closet is glass guys ; implied bisexual nanami and higuruma ; erm.. idk what else to tell u ; corruption kink ; these men r freaks

⋆｡°✩ author's note; i saw @/owwllly's art and could NOT stop thinking abt this duo so yeah... enjoy freaks. banner is also owwllly's art on tumblr .

⋆｡°✩ wc; 1.2k

the lab was quiet, too quiet after you left. the centrifuge was still humming in it's corner, a low and steady whir filling in the silence where light conversation should've filled it. the fume hood lightly buzzed overhead, its light emanated a faint, sterile glow over the half cleaned lab.

nothing was unusual, yet everything was.

nanami sat back in his chair, fingers loosely steepled against his lips, his hair askew like he hasn't bothered to fix them since you walked out.

across from him, was an equally tired higuruma. he leaned back into his own seat, head tipped back, eyes half-lidded like normal, but the pinch in his brow signified that he was thinking. well, trying to gather his thoughts, clearly failing of course.

kamiflix

▶︎︎ Needy (starring . various jjk men)

synopsis . What happens when you come home late to them when they’re needy. pairings (separate) . Gojo x f!reader, Geto x f!reader, Toji x f!reader, Choso x f!reader, & Nanami x f!reader. content . afab!reader, non-curse au, neediness, dirty talk, jealousy, unprotected sex, established relationships, semi-public sex, finger sucking, masturbation, clit pinching, choking, oral sex, filth, possessiveness, slight throat fucking, manhandling, rough sex, breeding kink, dry humping, spitting, etc.

word count . 7.8k | author’s note: this is a repost from kamitv! i want all my works on one account so if this looks familiar, that’s why. banner art from “Infiltration! Agent on Edge”

☆ Gojo Satoru

“Fuuuuck, I missed you so much today,” He’d groan directly into your mouth, aching cock slipping in between your dripping folds ever so perfectly, “Missed’ this pussy, fuck.”

You’d let off a whine and your brows would pinch together at your boyfriend’s words, “I was only gone for an-, ahh! an hour longer, ‘Toru." Your cunt narrowed around his long cock as he continued pushing into you.

To come home to a needy Gojo always ended the same—you laid out on the nearest surface beneath him as he worked his dick inside you and forced you to tell him about your extended day.

“Mhmm, I know,” He’d frown as his sharp cerulean eyes bored down into your own carefully, “Felt like forever though,” Gojo explains, nudging himself in inch by inch, watching how your eyes flicker, and admiring the way your lips parted to release a sigh.

hoodzgyal

⚠️STRETCH YOU OUT⚠️

wherein clark kent gives you his most sincere apology (mindblowing head) in his fraternity house.

a/n: this got wayyyyyyy longer than expected. nsfw under the cut. mdni.

Clark Kent is sunshine in a bottle, really.

So it’s confusing, no, outright bewildering that his fraternity brothers are absolute dogs to women, and what’s worse is that Clark can’t help but seem to go along with it sometimes; which brings you to his room hanging out with him after he begged for to see you. To talk and hopefully smooth things over.

“I just wish you’d stop doing that weird nonchalant thing when you get in your head,” Clark says out of the blue, his big azure eyes staring at your unamused form.

You’re lying in his bed at the frat house, regrettably, you think, letting him trace shapes onto your thick thigh. You swore you wouldn’t be back here. Swore you wouldn’t speak to Clark again after seeing him with some girl at a party.

His hands all over her, her hands all over him. Your stomach turns that the thought, even though you have no right. It’s not like you and Clark are together or anything.

Clark kisses his teeth, already knowing where your head is at. For the supposed ‘sweetest’ guy in his fraternity, he sure can be a dickhead.

“If it’s about Lana, I’ll… I’ll stop entertaining that, like, now. I’ll stop entertaining all of ‘em.”

You sigh, internally cringing at your own lack of resolve and self respect. You really shouldn’t have come over.

“It’s the principle, Clark,” You huff out, shifting away from him, “That shit was so embarrassing.”

It’s like a switch flips in Clark’s brain; all of the relaxed bravado of his college frat boy persona dries up like water in the desert. He wilts for a second, looking like a kicked puppy as he reads your body language.

“Hey, no,” Clark almost whines, his big hands encircling your waist to drag you into his arms, “Don’t do that, honey. Please.”

A grunt leaves your throat as you turn tour face from him, yet you don’t pull away or worm your way out of his grip. Internally, Clark smiles. He’s still got you, for now.

“Hey,” he says again, “‘M serious, baby.” He kisses at your cheeks and neck, attempting to coax a noise, a quip, some sort or reaction from you, “Let me make it up to you.”

kryptidfiles

Respectfully, 22B

Pairing: David!Clark Kent x Wife!Reader, Set in Mrs. Kent Diaries Summary: You're not as quiet as you think. The neighbor complains. Clark considers responding. But first! Day 15 of January Jumble Scribbles Event | wc: 490 (pls don't arrest me) Tags: SMUT, 18+, MDNI, Clark you smug handsome bastard. Wall sex just how I like it with Mr. Muscle. As always, unedited bc I don't know

Event Masterlist

The note was waiting under your door:

You're not as quiet as you think. Thin walls. Open windows. People have children, you know. Consider soundproofing. A gag. Or shutting the fuck up. -Respectfully, 22B

You showed it to Clark over breakfast. He read it twice, squinted, then sucked in a breath between his teeth. “Oh, yikes, it’s underlined —Wait—open windows?”

You both turned slowly toward the balcony. You’d absolutely forgotten to close it.

The worst part? You weren’t being loud last night. Not really. Not the real loud.

Not like now.

everydaydreamer

Drink me like a warm glass of milk (18+)

That's what the caption for the picture you sent your boyfriend said. Clark's eyes widened and he nervously looked around at his surroundings to make sure none of his colleagues saw the sensual photo you sent him.

You were dressed in a Mrs. Clause themed lingerie set propped up with your legs spread in front of the full length mirror in your bedroom. The mini, pretty much nonexistent, skirt covered just above Clark's favorite spot. He began to feel his pants tighten and his fingers began to itch for you.

classyrbf

older bf!nanami making you squirt for the first time…

He has your legs spread, body naked and vulnerable, his thick fingers plunged deep inside of you as he slowly drags them over your g-spot, your poor, needy pussy clenching around him. You squirm in his lap, heavy breaths making the room hot and head dizzy. His other hand slowly rubbed your clit, following the same pace of his two fingers that were working inside you. He was always the type to help build up your orgasm, taking his time with you, watching you slowly fall into the pit of lust and ecstasy. He loved watching you become desperate, your body submitting to his touch, getting you so worked up to the point you can’t do anything but cum.

He listens to the way your breath waivers and your whimpers get louder, letting him know just what drives you up the wall. And he’s successful every time, leaving you a moaning, shaking mess. Only this time, you notice he purposefully curls his fingers to hook your g-spot. It’s not like he hasn’t before, but he’s constantly doing it, and slowly too. It feels different, too different. The pressure makes you squirm, each time he presses against it, it feels like you have to pee.

“Mmmph—Ken…can we stop for a second it feels like I’m gonna pee,” you shyly say. He doesn’t release his grip on you, if anything it only gets stronger. And his fingers? They’re moving faster, harder, deeper. “W-wait! Ken! I’m serious! I think I’m gonna pee!” You squeal, toes curling, a rush of embarrassment washing over you at the thought of peeing all over your boyfriend. He presses on your clit a little harder, rubbing faster.

Your whimpers turn into moans, brows furrowing as the pressure builds up, increasing each second. Each brush of his fingers has you threatening to explode everywhere. “K-Ken! You’re going too fast! Just let me use—ahhhh! Oh my god! I can’t…hold it! I’m sorry!” You meekly say, your pussy gushing everywhere. But was it really you peeing? It can’t be? Your legs are shaking and your body feels light, almost like…did he just make you squirt?

He keeps rubbing your puffy, sensitive clit, clear liquid still erupting from your poor cunt, soaking your thighs and your boyfriend’s lap. He pulls his fingers out from your sopping cunt, your juices dribbling down. “W-what…the fuck?” You ask between heavy breaths, your brain feels like complete mush.

Your boyfriend chuckles in your ear, his large palm lightly smacking your pussy, bumping your clit. “I knew you could do it, sweetheart.” You could hear the smirk in his voice.

“Y-you planned this?” You ask, legs quivering, body twitching each time he glides his fingertips over your slit.

“You’re so cute,” he laughed. “I need to pee! I need to pee!” He said mockingly. “My poor baby has never squirted before.”

“Stop!” You feel a wave of embarrassment wash over you, turning away from him.

“Did you feel good? You felt that oh so sweet release? Your body letting go?” He whispered in your ear, peppering kisses down your neck. You nodded, biting down on your bottom lip as his fingers still toyed with you. “Good. Now I want you to do it on my cock next.”

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