TRACKSTAR?!
Synopsis. Heâs not running a marathon with you, heâs fĂșcking one.
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Higuruma x Reader, Gojo x Reader, Ino x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, MARATHONS, overstĂm, creampĂes, cĂșmflation, dĂșmbifĂcation, making them whĂmper, cervĂx kĂssing, breaking the bed, ĂnnaproprĂate use of powers, pĂșssydrĂșnk men, true form Sukuna, dp, brĂ©eding, p talking, theyâre FĂRAL, manhandIing, BĂLGES, spĂtting, cĂșmplay, L bĂłmbs, boss!Higuruma, pet names, swĂ©aring.
A/N. Hope you have a lovely week!!
⥠TOJI FUSHIGURO - 5 rounds
âCâmooon- only round five nâ youâre already this gone, mama?â Toji departs a breathy whistle from his scarred lips, jaded eyes rolling in time with your cute whimpers.
And youâre just trembling underneath him - your legs turned into complete mush and your eyes permanently homed all the way in the back of your head. A big fat wad of creamy white drips out from your sensitive slit and makes you groanâ âAs if youâre any hck! better.â
Grumbling gruffly, âHuh? Sâthat backtalk, doll?â
âM-maybeâŠâ
Well- what else could he have expected after completely breaking your rickety bedframe, two desks, and damn near the floor you were drooling all over.
Tojiâs plush pecs grinding firmly against your shoulder, scorching skin-against-skin as one beefy arm loops underneath to keep you arched. The other patting that inflationary, throbbing lilâ bulge rested inside your tummy with a leer, âBecause all sheâs tellinâ me sâthat youâre gonna take this next round like a champ.â
Next.
A marathon - fuck, a marathon.
So many rounds upon countless rounds and he was still aching for more - the fat nâ girthy shaft of his painful cock drip-drip-dripping with even more sappy precum. Flooding your sheeny entrance as if he was slobbering, the cutting edge of his mushroom tip swirls around your milked entrance to open you up further.Â
âYeahâŠâ Toji drawls under his breath, low. Pinkish tongue flicking out at the pretty, pretty vision of your ruined pussyâ âTellinâ me sheâs gonna t-take it alright.â
And if he stuttered, if his voice broke then you donât notice - because soon enough your brain melts into nothingness as he traces your teary slit with a harsh jab of his crowned head. Dribbling veering into straight-up bawling from between your legs.Â
Your head lolls back stupidly, striking the plane of his sharp collarbone. Hands scrambling for anything on the floor right about now, âOh- oh, please. Tooojiâ!â
âWhat, huh? Sâthat pretty lilâ ngh- head scrambled already?â A hoarse snicker breezes out from above you, in unison with the splintered creeeak! that resonates out once one of his clammy palms press up against the nearby wall.Â
No- you want to say.Â
But the only thing that spills out of your spit-glued lips is a few whimpering wails of Tojiâs name, your knees weakening as he keeps rutting his bludgeoning cock deeper and deeper.Â
Fucking you like an animal. He was so big that you could feel his pounding veins scrape every inch of your insides, lightning bolts rubbing up against your snug walls in a way that was so sensual. Zig-zagging across your gooey pussy as your bottom lip catches on your teeth. âHarder h-harder.â
So dizzy that you felt like collapsing-
âWhoops- upsy daisy.â Before you can even blink your tear-stuck lashes, Toji cradles your neck with his bulging bicep. In exactly the lecherous way that makes your mouth spill over with a splash of excited slobber, seeping right down his toned arm. âTch, made a mess too.â
Manhandling you like youâre boneless, youâre pressed up against every rippling muscle. Every glissading ab, a hot trickle of sweat drips down from Tojiâs temple.
âPlease- nghhh please, it feels t-too goodââ
âToo good, huh?â And you already know heâs rolling his eyes lazily. Grouching out, âMânot even all the way hah- inside this cute lilâ pussy. So tight sâlike sheâs gonna fuuuuuck- break.â
The image made you want to squirm, held down by the briefest, barest flex of his arms. Knocking out every ounce of wheezed air stuffed inside your lungs, Toji gazes down at you when you moan and sneers.
âAnd look at that- sheâs still throbbing.â His free handâs flicking over your relentless tummy bulge until ivory cum splatters down your shivering thighs. âLettinâ out a damn hngh- fountain, too.â Skin glued together with the mess heâd made insideâ and somewhere far off in the distance, your eardrums register a sharp snap!Â
Because Toji Fushiguro was out of control. Out of his mind.Â
Sharp tendrils of his inhuman power breaking every piece of furniture inside of your heady bedroom, and making his slender hips rut with a sharp spank! It echoes, the sound.
Clap after clap after clap where heâs cluttering your velvety dripping insides with that fattened circumference, gooping out splashing wads of precum that skids right on over to the target of your tummy bulge. Inflating you up even more.Â
âTight fuckinâ th-thingââ Heâs gasping into the crook of your neck, eyes ogling down at the globular bump through his shaggy Stygian bangs. So sensitive. So tender, the underside of his cock was flinching with every slip nâ slide deeper. Wincing at your saturated clench, â-fit- fit- fit, goddammit.â
Shit- heâd plugged you so full with glutinous bucketloads of cum that every snagging buck pulled your walls so taut.Â
Struggling to even fit, heâs rovering his thick fingertips over to that invisible line he was jackhammering inside you and pushing. Hard. Snickering to himself as your pussy torrents out a milky flood with a splurch!
You think you might be cumming - you think you donât even realize as your vision of the wall splinters with splotches of pure white. Clawing down his sweat-simmered skin, your throat tastes rusty with a strained moan of âT-Toooojiâ!â
âYeah- yeah yeah, doll. Scream fâme. Even sheâs louder than you.â Smoothing over the doughy patch of his palm on top of your glittery pussymound. His words carry out over the vulgar paps of flesh, stinging your mounds. And even the scratchy gliiiide of Tojiâs tufted happy trail leaves your skin all tender, âScream- scream, becauseâŠâ
And then thereâs a sudden crack!
Thundering across your ears; youâd have thought that your poor bedroom floor would be the last thing that even Toji wouldnât be able to break. Youâd have thought you were safe down here.Â
But his hand plants away from the wall, a crumbling handprint embedded deep into the plaster. Oh.Â
That very same one patting your womb - with both his calloused fingers outside your tummy, and the ruby-red cockhead on his vast shaft. Bottoming out until he was shoveled balls-deep, he shivers. Primally, â-because this next oneâs gonna be a biiiig one, mama.â
⥠NANAMI KENTO - 8 rounds
âI want to be yourâŠcumdump, Kento.â
That was what had started it - that was exactly what had broken whatever was left of Nanami Kentoâs sanity until heâd bent you over and taken you in the lewdest, rawest mating press right then nâ there on your marble kitchen counter.Â
His thick, frigid wedding ring roams between your swollen pussy folds, peaking right between those slippery edges to watch the way your pretty face twists into a whine. âAre- are you hah! alright? If you canât, darling-âÂ
âNo no- I want it, Kenââ Your words huff into a pout almost as much as your delicious lips were, and Nanami finds himself leaning in to smear a laaaazy peck. â-want you to fuck me rough- again, please?â
âAww, my loveâŠan eighth round? Sâgonna be a biiig stretch, yâknow?â And for a second you think he simply wonât agree, for a second you think heâll simply kiss you dizzy and make slow, sensual love to you.Â
But, no.
No- what your husband does next is sternly loosen the yellow speckled tie still stuck to his perspired neck, cording it tightly around your own. A sinful little loop that pulls your head off of the frosty counter and up to him.
â-then you better open âer up wiiide, mâkay?â
There was something hard in his rugged tonality, something soâŠferal. And the only thing more feral were his hips, prying apart your puckered lips until you were gasping around his plumped-up girth. Every ridge and vein pushing and pushing until his massive cock was working you open - you could never get used to Nanamiâs sheer size.Â
âPlease-â Youâre clawing down his half-open shirt, drenched through with such slabs of sweat until you could count every ab. Your head throws back as he further thumbs open your filthy hole with a soppy squelchâ! âPlease please please-â
Stretching and stretching. He couldnât get enough of you - your rubbery hole was already opened up so that he could take you maddeningly.Â
Nanamiâs aching tip was burning hot, slurping up your gooey insides with such famishment. And every pistoning drill had his golden happy trail itching your perked clit until you saw overstimulated stars-Â
âMâkissing you here.â He gruffs out from the depths of his guttural throat, veering an index in a straight line down your cunt. âAnd here.â Mazing into one of your favorite spots, battering a bruise. âAnd hereâŠâ
Skidding a stripe of pre just millimeters below your throbbing g-spot; your melty insides clench oh-so-adorably at the sensation and Nanami finds himself almost cumming. A singular thin, stringy knot of seed dribbling out of his sensitive orifice and targeting your g-spot - almost like heâd planned it.
Heâs smiling as your chest heaves with a wailâ âAnd mâkissing you ngh- there.â Your lips tremble as he leans over to nibble down on your dewy-glossed lips like a gummy, âMy favorite. This here-â Your thighs jittery uncontrollably as he draws a firm line across, â-love you up to right here. Love you more.â
âK-Ken- oh!â
And it might be the eighth- was it? You think youâve lost fucking count. The only thing on your mind right now was the way he hiked a capped knee over to angle his drilling hips just so.Â
âMmmâ keep these open.â A softened palm latches onto the underside of your thighs and splays you out until your legs hit your tits, such a burning stretch. And yet, Nanami himself was even hotter - even more feverish. Blond bangs tickling your face- âSqueeze- squeeze.â
Before you can even think of listening to his spat-out words, heâs slouching his head back to dart your pussy like a fat splat of spittle. Formulating a shiny sheen right over your entrance, âMy pussy- fuck! Squeeze, my wife, mâgonna make sure you c-can feel allll of it. Gonna make sure.â
The swell of his vein-covered shaft protrudes against some of your sweetest spots, probing. âI feel- feel it-â
âYeahhhâ? Sâshe memorizing it?â
Itâs like every vulgar whack has Nanami more pussydrunk by the sultry seconds.Â
Pound after pound that made the counter shake dangerously with his sheer force, youâre sure that if you tilted your head enough youâd see the way that his toned pelvis was stinging red from his bulky base.Â
The driveling crown of Nanamiâs cock slips across your womb and you cry out, letting him clench that vice-like tie even tighter. Needier.Â
âShe- she is.â Youâre croaking out, embarrassingly belated. Oblivious to the way his molten eyes widen, heavy lashes fluttering furiously to remain open. A thin line of saliva leaks from your mouth, which Nanami tenderly wipes away. âWant you to- fuck- faster. Harder.â
Oh.Â
You evil, evil thing. Lengthy digits curling into a fist, heâs slamming it down inches away from your head at the white-hot sparks of pleasure that sprints through Nanamiâs body. He wasnât just fucking you on the kitchen counter, he was fucking you into it.Â
Meaty pecs heaving with a wheezeâ âM-marry me.â
âWh-what?â
âMarry me.â Damn near ten inches that drove crazily inside each nâ every time, pummeling out a clean circular bruise on the pinpoint of your spongy cervix. âMarry me marry me marry- fuck!âÂ
He feels the moment you cum before even you do, a sparking hot flash of heat. Not even electricity, not even peaks, just sizzling tingles that make your dripping wet cunt spit out a few more pearly drops of sappy slick.
âKen- fuckfuckfuckââ Your back arches almost completely off of the cool surface, and right into his arms. â-mâcumming mâcummingââ
The metallic frames of his glasses sag even loser, making him look such a mess. All burnished flush, hooded eyes, and a sleekly slobbering mouth that shapes to form- âMhmmâ cum, cum, my love- nâthen mâgonna fuck! wife you up. Make you my gorgeous wife.â
He really was that pussydrunk.
Your shimmering lips crash mindlessly into his and your usually-stoic husband finds himself bloating even larger. Wrenching your head back with every snagging catch of his rock-hard cock, ba-dumpâ! goes the very bottom of your watery pussy.Â
Your words are soaked in such utterly loving, âWeâre already married, Kenââ
âO-oh.â You never thought youâd hear the day that Nanami Kento stutters - almost even whines. Looking helplessly towards your prettily fucked-out face, and then your matching rings. Oh.Â
âThenâŠâ But you canât revel in your accomplishment too much before he rendered you thoughtless with yet another splosh of scalded seed overstuffing your soppy cunt. Spraying down your cervix until you could feel every loooong slide of those heavy ribbons. Eyes widening- did he just cum from realizing you two were marriedâŠNanami grunts, Nanami begs.â-make me a dad?â
⥠GETO SUGURU - 7 rounds
âMmm, gorgeousââ Heâs purring, cherry-pink lips now all stained white with the leaky remnants of his cum. Clinging his greedy maw âround your seed-frothed clit and draaagging, âYa taste even sweeter after the heh- sixth round.â
Youâre whimpering, tastebuds overflowing with the saturated taste of your slick saliva. It gurgles at the back of your throat and gushes the very instant Geto flops his prolonged tongue inside your filthy hole, âSugu- Suguruââ
âMmmâ whatâs that?â
âSugu, I want-â
Before you can even think of finishing your sentence, Getoâs slender fingers come slamming down to leave your dripping pussymound aching. Spank! The manicured crescents of his nails just slightly catching on the hood of your clit while he pinches and leaves you breathless-
âNâ who was talking to you?â The sloped tip of his nose meanly nudges your pert nub, flaring out a scorched huff of laughter right where it struck you the most. âMhm- sârude ta talk outta turn, you know?â
And Getoâs gulping so loud itâs just filthy. Letting his heated mouth open wiiide enough that youâre displayed with all the dewy droplets of syrupy white that glisten down his dampened muscle.Â
Your thighs try helplessly to clench together, mussing up his long, inky locks - in a way heâd never admit that he fucking loves. âB-but, SuguruâŠâ He really doesnât make it easy for you, thrusting his tongue in rapid, greedy gyrations in and out. Mewling, âReally wanâ you to- to fuck me again.â
Ah, there it went - Geto halts, he gasps - his sanity.
Again? Again?Â
Oh. And somewhere in the back of his husked throat, he giggles. Has the audacity to fucking giggle whilst his eyeliner-smudged irises drift up to your fucked-out expression, the way you were so needy still. Begging, actually.Â
âR-round seven?â
He was so pretty - all tear-glittered eyes, lips that were swollen and sopping wet with oozing dredges of his own creamy white seed. He looked like he was about to fucking ravish you to soothe his permanently-drenched throat.
The only thing you can do is fucking nod - before Geto Suguru makes lecherous use of his swift battle prowess to latch a hand on the side of your waist and flip you over.Â
Sweat-simmered abs kissing up against your arched back, his long bangs tickling down your spine. Down, down, downâ inches over where heâs swabbing your drooling cunt with three repeated strikes. One to make your pussy just whoosh! with syrupy gumdrops of sap - coating a burnished lacquer where his glinting piercing was-
âHeh- yer more honest here, gorgeous.â The stretchy band of your hole rings out with a burning streeeetch once Getoâs teasing you with the sweltering hot crown of his length.Â
So unfairly wide that your teary eyes run away to the back of your head without even a single inch sunken in. Your boyfriend catches the sensitive slit underneath his pretty swollen mushroom tip right where your entrance was, âMmmâ spilling out so much. Take it- take it then, if you want it so bad.â
âMoreââ Your skin pebbles with so many endless goosebumps at the chilling orb of his Prince Albertâs piercing probinâ your cunt open. In in in- âFuh-fuuuuck, gimme- gimme more.â
âGreedy girl.â
Dark yukata only half-off, pinning you down. And yet even seven rounds wouldnât be enough to ever get you used to how truly big he was. Massive.Â
Fuck- heâs cradling his half-soft, sensitive hilt with those lengthy fingers of his. Tight. Pulling and pulling in tight, rapid tugs so that his aching cock bloats even harder. Whispering a staccato of âcâmon câmon câmonâ, either side of his circumference molding your melty walls never-endingly open. You whine as his throbbing tip starts perking even deeper inside your innards, making himself so fucking painfully hard for you.
âO-ohhhh so big.â Youâre gurgling out, knees skittering to a shake on your screeching mattress. âS-Suguru why are you so ngh- big.â
Ruby-red, blushed so fucking pink that it matched the maidenly flush overtaking Getoâs handsome features. âThatâs what ya get for thinking more with this hck! pussy than that head.â A creamy ring of cum outlines your entrance as he bottoms out, tender balls-deep. âSo take it- take it then.â
Shit, you were squeezing around him so tight that it made him groooan pornographically.Â
Knotted slivers of spit dolloping out from between his cracked lips and onto your back, Getoâs sneaking a foot down on your hazed head and holding you trapped. Eyed locked on what he could see of your expression while he delved deeply inâÂ
Every minute change, every tiny squeal while his heavy cock drips out hot precum exactly on the target of your g-spot. As if his circular piercing was a spotlight tugging on every tender spot mapped out, âYeahhhâ atta girl.âÂ
You always melted into such mush whenever he cooed at you that way, yeowling out while he opened up every cute lilâ crevice. âSugu, kiss- kiss?â
How cute, his long, eyelined waterlines flutter with the overstimulated urge to pass out right then and there.Â
Instead, Getoâs dragging his neatly-trimmed pelvis against the mound of your jiggling ass until your skin scratches raw. âA lilâ kiss- you mean- here?â Pointing a cute lilâ splotch of thick precum where your sloppy entrance was clenching and unclenching furiously. âOrrrr here?â Another barreling poke near where your g-spot was, digging the curvature of his piercing right inside. âOrâ oh, you like that, huh, filthy girl?â
âYes- yesyesyes fuckâ!â
Thwack! Youâre hit with the edges of his knobbled digits, and then another second strike with a ropey splatter of saliva. âWhatâd I say about talking out of turn, gorgeous?â
Before you can respond, Geto flicks over a slash of his beaded piercing right over your clit. âOrâŠâ Right prior to the way that rasping breath of his grows shaky. Unsteady. And no sooner are you hit with the realization that youâre positively walloped with the saturated swash of his stringy cum clogging you up. Stretchy, squeezing himself inside you as if he was trying to milk himself dry - and he truly was.
Bumping out an inflationary lilâ pouch where he was knocking on your womb, you felt so full that you couldnât even breathe.Â
Finally, finally against your lipsâ you taste Getoâs cum and overstimulated tears. He whimpers, â-here?â
⥠CHOSO KAMO - 4 œ rounds
Chosoâs crying, he thinks heâs blubbering. Big, great tears that spill from the ends of his eyes and stream down his scorchingly blushed cheeks, âC-can I put it inside again, babyâ?â
And almost as if he was afraid of what you would say, your poor boyfriendâs angling your leg just a lilâ higher from behind. Watery mahogany eyes fixed permanently on your expression from behind, on his side - every minute change whilst he slithers his blushing red tip inside to wrench out the sloppiest sluuurpâ!
Once. Twice. Three filthy times in succession.Â
You just leak in milky ribbons of cum that heâd pumped inside of you, all full until his rounded hilt was dripping wet in sticky rings upon rings of it. Drenched.
âOhhh- pretty pussy. What a pretty pussy.â His breathy gasps humidify your neck, heaving. Leering down, âHey thereâ pretty.â Not even talking to you. Pantingâ oh, and youâre sure right now if you turned around then he would be flushed bright pretty pink. âPlease, baby, let me give you one more?â
You canât help but coo as youâre feeling his warm tears splatter your shoulder drenched, âOf course, Choâ All inside now- donât be shy.â
âMân-notâŠâ
And for all he said, Choso has to rim his pearly white teeth over the tender crook of your neck and bite the moment he sinks in. Bloated mushroom tip so fat that it only eases in a single inch before heâs latching two hands on the flesh of your hips and bucking.
Wildly, achingly.
âOh- oh my godâŠâ Heâs whispering into your skin. Chiseled abs stuck like adhesive to your back, the sizzling sweat between your bodies makes Chosoâs fattened girth slip out with a lecherous pop! and he whinesâ again and again.
You run your hands through the sweaty valleys of his locks, âAww, sâalrightââ
But he gapes, stingingly swollen cockhead almost steaming in your heady bedroom air. Spurting out a viscid jetstream of pre as if to say he wasnât supposed to be outside. Anywhere but your honeyed pussy. âNo- nononoââ Choso mutters, nibbling down on his bruised lips to failingly hold back his soft gasping whimpers. âInside. Inside.â
âMmmâ lemme help, baby.â You pop the âpâ and gaze adoringly at the way his girthy, fat cock massages your outer ring. Treacling out a gooey few splotches of pre that overrun your flooded entrance and stretch you open so wide.
Truly, Choso was way too big for his own good.Â
Heavy and hard. The curving ridges of his shaftâs help him lean exactly towards where your g-spot was located, smearing out a steamy line of sap straight towards his bullseye there. Your clingy walls were practically melting into him, keening at the curly brown hairs that tickle your inner thighs.
âS-sâit all ngh! inside, babyâ?â Your head lolls to the side and drowns in your plush pillow, dragging in deep breaths with every even deeper stroke he was planting on you. Slowly, so that you can feel every sensual lightning bolt of his veins massaging your innards.
âInside- inside oh-â Chosoâs spit-glued jaw drops as if the thought only registered to him. And heâs flapping his long lashes furiously to blink down through the haze, âSâinside.â
As if to prove his point, he snakes over one of his sweat-moistened palms and crams down over where your spongy cervix was being kissed over nâ over. So many loving, lingering kisses that scrubbed his rounded cockhead polished with every glide.Â
âA-all inside, all safe and hck! sound.â Heâs prattling away drunkenly - and you donât know whoâs more fucked, you or him. Another winding arm pressing you to him like two halves of one body, âFor the f-fourth time. Fuck- mâgonna cum once more o-or die trying.â
Heâs treating your dampened cunt like heâs worshipping you there, such loooong raw grinds that make your eardrums buzz with the intense gulping slurps. Every strike to your most favorite areas leaving your perpetual high just tingles.Â
Your hand reaches over to drag him by one of his dangling silver necklaces into a sloppy, sloppy kiss. âMmmâ all inside, mâkay? No ngh- missing, Choââ
âNo missing. NoâŠno missing.â He nods from behind, chestnut bangs falling over those half-lidded eyes and still doing nothing to hide the glaring intensity in them. With a puffing heaval of his full lungs, he moansâ âWonât miss- wonât missâŠwonât miss so you have to t-take it ngh- all, baby- mâkay?â
And itâs only a few more vulgar slap after slap before Choso throws his head back and cums. Lifting your hips almost middair so that youâre swallowing up each plump wad of seed.
Thereâs so much of it bursting inside, coating your every nook and cranny in a stark white. You could practically feel the knotted mess streaaaming down your gummy walls, the drooling slope of his crownhead targeting every sweet orifice.Â
And Choso counts- oh, he counts.
Something smoky that crackles underneath his baritone breath, just barely reaching your popped ears. âOne-â Just as his first wiry ribbon weaves its way through your oversaturated walls, â-two-â Another one streaking down your battered g-spot. â-three.â
That third and final clump of hefty cum could barely even be considered that - only a few pearly droplets before heâs reaching his high dry.
Sparks explodinâ behind those shuttered lids, his sweat-slicked brows furrowing almost painfully. Choso rears his head like some beast and bites down exactly where your pulse was beating the loudest.
Hard enough to break skin whilst he cums and cums and cums and nothing comes out.Â
âNgh- nghhhhââ He gurgles from the throaty back of his larynx, voice broken. And itâs just about the most intense high of his life- âPlease- take it. P-please take it, baby.â
And take it you doâ with open arms, and your legs shoved even more fully open by one of his lanky legs. The skin of his thighs steaming against yours, your cunt throbs once and you leer. And he jolts, primally. âChoâ how about we try till five?â
⥠RYOMEN SUKUNA - 11 rounds
There was one thing no one ever mentioned about the king of curses - one thing no one dared to even question. Never dared to find out.
And that one thing beingâŠhis heat.
The very thing right now that had you bent all out of shape on his centuries-old bed into the most filthy mating press; your voice achingly hoarse from crying out, and yet your gushing pussy even louder.Â
So fucking loud, in fact, that Sukuna himself canât help but let his cursed second mouth come lolling out to give your dripping lips a lilâ peck. Loud and squelching, the sweltering hot gusts of his breath make you shiver. âWh-why the hell is your stamina so ngh- good, Kunaâ?â
âHeh- mâflattered, brat.â Youâre feeling each prominent vein decorating his twin shafts throb, bloating up even bigger until your rubbery orifice was stretched to the max. Your very cervix stinging with how many times heâd whacked it with his globular slopes. âBut if yer still sensical then mânot doing a good ânough job.â
Though, he supposed that was partly on him for seeping reverse cursed technique throughout your boneless body- but he couldnât have his dear queen breaking any bones, right?
And if this was any other time then Sukunaâs husky baritone wouldnât have shaken the way it did, hitching octaves higher as heâs slapping his monstrous tongue down once on your slick-topped clit.Â
The mushy tip of it flicking over a few glittering beads of stray cum up to his other mouth, and Sukuna shivers. All cleaned up once more for him to ruin. Pink locks of hair flopping over as he throws his head back, âOh- ohhhh, here it comes- here it comes. Get that cute cunt ready girl, because mâheat is far from over.â
And youâre far from even registering the words in your melted mind before heâs inching his sculptured hips back and hitting them down with a wham!Â
You can only stare as he barrels his rugged cocks flawlessly, direct hits that simultaneously batter both your g-spot and your poor cervix. And thatâs all that it takes for your clingy, overstimulated walls to hold onto his heated lengths for dear life and cum. Sparking with white-hot pleasure while he stretches and stretches and stretches you stupid.Â
Even the slightest, tiniest movement made your body curlâ the burning sparks of bliss way too much for you to handle. After so many continuous rounds you didnât even know how you hadnât broken any bones. Spread-eagle by two of his big, beefy arms-
âOh my god- ohhh sâso big. Kuna sâtoo bigâ!â
âYeahhh, thaâs more like it.â Sukuna snickers from above, eyeing the way your maw gapes open with a torrent of spittle that stains his shoulder tattoos. A sleek gloss that makes his other set of lips smack, âAlways love when ya ngh- fuck yerself stupid taking that biiig cock ya said was too big.â
Mindlessly, your hand skims over where he was pounding a rounded bulge right into your tummy. Filling you up snugly. âPlease- p-pleaseââ
Tilting his head almost mockingly, âYeah? Whaâs that, ma?â Oh, his grin makes him look so feral - gleaming white canines on full display. He quirks a brow, âThat cute lilâ bulge?â
Your inner thighs shake pathetically as he drifts a fatly-padded thumb right over where he was reaching such tender areas inside, deeper and deeper every time you blinked. âHeh- sâwhere mâbreeding you, human. Nâ I think I reeeeeally like her.âÂ
One, two, three whacks of his dual curved cocks until you realize Sukuna wasnât even talking to you.Â
No- he was cooing down at that cylindrical outline visible through your tummy. The way every tunneling jackhammer had him pouring out a generous helping of precum that made it inflate even rounder - all from the sensitive bawling divot that rubbed raw along the ridges of your insides.Â
One of his four hands palming down hard, âAnd you know what else-âÂ
âFuuuuckâ! Wait- mâsensitive mâsensitive, Kuna-â
â-sâreminding me ofâŠâ Thereâs a filmy haze in his eyes, something feral and gone. And as Sukuna inches in closer, his saccharine steamed breath makes you sweat. Drinking in a deep whiff of your honeyed pheromones and he drools, â-wanting to get you all round nâ full.â
Your mouth lacquers over with a watery bout of sap, the cloying taste of it taking over your senses. Slight strings of it snapping and dangling from your panting crevice, âY-you meanâŠ?âÂ
âOh you know what I mean-â Honed fringes of his canines dig deliciously into your earlobe, â-ma.â
Thereâs an electric trill that runs through you - and not just because Sukuna had taken up to walloping your poor g-spot about four times every single second. Fuck, the man had stray bursts of red, red lightning darting devilishly all over his body with the sheer power it took to keep you two from breaking.Â
Hard, thorough thrust after thrust that rendered your mind dizzy - your brain clanging around the inside of your empty skull. Excess sloshes of seed that he hadnât lapped up swashing on your innards, you barely even realize it when youâre hitting yet another orgasm with a shrillâ
âMâcumming- mâcumming mâcumming, Kunaââ Your hands claw down his muscular back, feeling his sexily shifting muscles underneath your touch. Pretty noises so loud that heâs reaching up a palm with his second mouth manifested there for you to suck on- âIâm- mmpf-!â
âGoodâŠgood.â His titters rumble out in a guttural gruff, prominent veins popping out on either side of his throat. âMamaâs always gotta cum first- nânow ta ngh- give ya my heir.â
Your chest heaves frantically, heart racing at his words. Set free from the heavy make-out with his lengthy tongue with a dampened pwah! âWill- will it even fit?â
Because Sukuna meant double the wadded cum filling you up, and with him being in heatâŠ
âOf course ya can-â Probably, heâs musing inside of his fuzzy mind. And yet, it didnât matter if a single knotted ounce leaked out because his cursed maw was already manifesting back across his tensed core. Licking its lips just as he twitches warningly inside you - so hard it leaves your tummy lurching- ââ-Kunaâsâ always right.â
⥠INO TAKUMA - 3 rounds
Ino canât help but hitch out a tiny, rasping sob with each thrust; those sensitive veins covering each side of his red nâ swollen shaft massaging up and down furiously. âSo sensitive- so sensitive, think mâgonna- gonna cum, pretty.â
Your throat clogs up with utter bucketloads of saccharine spittle, drenching Inoâs sexy ski mask thatâd been stuffed into your sagging maw moments prior. Something about your voice being âtoo prettyâ...
âWhatâs that? Whatâs that?â His weepy crowned tip stirs around your gummy insides, splotching out a hefty wad of creamed pre - a warning. So many pitches higher, feral. âCâmon m-milk me- milk me milk me with that pretty pussy, sweetness.â
Every vicious pap was so rough that it made your vision blister with pure white - youâre muffling out something that sounds like a jumble of âpleaseâ.
And before long youâre simply being soaked - if you thought your driveling pussy was wet before, then you werenât ready for the absolute puddles it was formulating now. Heavy, clumped bucketloads of sappy cum that spills out of your saturated brim.
For the second time now.Â
Every crevice of your tender pussy is just flooded, the smooth waves of seed treacling down your sides is so sinful that your knees weaken. Doughy heels of your feet sliding down the sweaty skin of his slender waist âtill his tawny happy trail hits your bleary cunt. âMmmâ feels so h-hot inside.â
So hot that Ino himself was burning, veins bubbling up from underneath his very skin â heâs flushing all the way down to his mahogany roots at the sight of that creamy frothing between your legs.Â
âWanna seeâ sâalright if I- s-see?â And heâs not just probinâ the question at you, heâs targeting it to your pussy. Nodding along with every squelch after squelch emanating out as if holding his own lecherous conversation.Â
And the very moment that Ino lurches his hips and draaaag his ballooned-up cock out of you, your sloppy hole simply cascades.Â
So wet that a warm waterfall pours out between your puffed-up folds, enough to soak your sheets and right down to your bedsprings. They ricket creakily following every bulky slap of his round, cylindrical shaft down on your gluey slit.
Grunting, âYeah- yeah yeah yeah so fuckinâ pretty- so pretty. Dâyou have any idea h-how hck! gorgeous ya are?â
A clingy, dripping mess dangles from his oozing divot by the time your cottony mind clears up enough to spit out his choking mask. Blubbering out a strained, âPlease- please, Takuââ
Oh, that lilâ nickname makes Ino slouch his head back and groan.Â
âDonât- fuuuuck, donât say it like that-â His huffing words depart his chest with every stimulated twitch, full-bodied. Ino was shivering, those trembly thighs of his doing nothing to hide the way his ruby-red cockhead was blushing enough to resemble a lollipop. âDonât say it or mâgonnaâŠâ
âMhmâ?â
You evil minx.
With a determined rut of his beastly hips, Inoâs spanking the tender underside of his length down straightly across your cunt. Making you see for yourself just how loooong and wide he really was, your greedy insides are clenching already.Â
Drawling up a steady finger to mark on your where heâd be using as his target, âHiya, pretty- can ya handle one more? J-just- just the tip this time, ngh- okay?â Muttering - more to himself than anything. Those fawny doe-eyes look up at you and youâre noticing that his pupils are practically hearts. âSwear- just the tip, I swear-â
And heâs still so sensitive - so delicate from just cumming that even smooching your glossily saturated lips is enough to leave your pretty boyfriend gasping.Â
Nose crinkling at the bridge, âJustâŠjust the tipâŠâ Heâs talking almost as if heâs in a daze, drunkenly lolling his head down to watch the way your bulging pussylips smear open with his wide circumference, â-for th-this third round- canât be more than the ngh- tip, okayâ?âÂ
Punctuated with slow, sensual grinds.Â
The pulsating of his tip curves up into your g-spot precisely, over and over. Repeated, thorough strikes where he makes sure youâre being rendered dizzy on his winding veins. Your sensory walls feel along every zig-zagged pattern, rubbing back nâ forth back nâ forth back nâ forth.Â
âFuuuuckâ it feels so good, baby.âÂ
âSh-shit.â
He stills at your words - body aching out a ba-dumpâ! You mewl out, your overstimulation making the blissful sensations increase twofold. And a fat glob of cum spurts out of you as you quiver, heady gaze starinâ dead-on. âWant a bit moreâŠTaku.â
There it was again. And Ino is falling even deeper in love with you, heart racing once he flits his hazed peripheries down to your pussy. Then you. Your pussy. Then you. Your drooling pussy-
âG-gonnaâŠâ He starts off, voice low. Rasping. Something primal in them jolting awake, he clings on a hand underneath one of your asscheeks and lifts you up easily. Pliably, to inch in just another solid bulk further, â-gonna take it alllll like a g-good girl, okay?â
Yes- but you donât even have the time to revel in your success before youâre being split apart.Â
âKeep- keep your eyes open, sweetness.â Youâre hearing grouch into your fuzzy ear canal, the stinging spank of skin-on-skin echoing right along with it. âKeep âem open nâ watch me all ngh- deeeep inside.âÂ
Ino wasnât giving you mercy, he wasnât giving you even time to breathe before the very cum-capped tip of his cock reaches into your lungs. Carving out a stout, rotund bruise exactly on your sponged cervix, âOne.â He counts - counts. âTwo- three.â Every hit after hit to the ends of your gooey pussy that make you wail out in whimpers.Â
Your hands wrap around his craned neck, tangling with the sweat-matted curls at the base. âAre- are you gonna cum all hck! inside this time, Takuâ?â
And how could he resist? Heâs reaching up to ten before answering, a breathy pant of an answer. âAnything for you, sweetnessâŠâ
⥠GOJO SATORU - INFINITY?!
âSweetheart, look- look at me.â Torrid clumps of spittle cling down Gojoâs lips in a shiny sheen, licked dripping wet as he takes in the sight of you all pretty underneath him and damn near swoons.Â
For the nth time tonightâ youâd lost count.
The strongest frantically flaps his long lashes open, eyes bleary and hazed - your bedroom lights had long since shattered, and yet he was so honed in on you. On the way your slippery slope sloshes out with a creamy white pour of cum the second he slaps his sweltering crowned tip down. Thwack!Â
Octaves higher, wild. Gojo couldnât even speak normally at this point- shit, you wonder if he was even thinking. âLook, sweetheart- o-oh my fuck, look.â
And you - you were so fucked dumb you could barely even breathe let alone twist your head âround to stare, teeth bitten cutely around the drenched edge of your silken pillow. âPlease- please, Toru- d-dunno if I can fit any moreâŠâ
âWh-what?â At this, the strongest has the audacity to flinch- fully bodily, his meaty thighs pressing down further on your ass to prevent you from squirming. You could count every tick and every flex of his calves as he pinned you down in the most lecherous, most raw prone bone ever.Â
A hot waft of breath empties out near your sensitive ear, âY-you donât ngh- mean thatâŠdo you?â Desperate. Fattened globs of something wet splatter on top of your shoulder, and only sultry moments later do you realize that you had him crying. Dewy sapphire eyes honed in on your expression of oh! âM-more- câmon, say it- tell me what you want, my girl.â
Both you and the rickety bedsprings sing in unison as he rests his hefty weight over and smears a thick stripe of buttery pre where you were leaking out. Flooding, actually.Â
You were so wet that itâd formed a syrupy puddle, your ruined sheets sticking to your slammed skin as if they were made of glue. Because your dear husband had made sure to fill you up till the very brim, knotted ribbons of seed frothing at your entrance like a cap of icing.
Gojo rovers his hands near the base of your spine and arches you, âAgain, câmon- câmon câmonââ Your ears ring with a slobbering sluuuurpâ! as his rounded mushroom tip leaves peck after peck on your sloppy hole. A huff of laughter vibrating his broad chest from behind you, âLook how loud- how p-pretty.â Yeah, those powerful eyes of his were locked on your dripping cunt. The way those dangling wires of slick streeetch ridiculously. âLook how badly she wants me- but I needa hear it from ngh- you, sweetheart.â
âF-from me?â Youâre gurgling, and somewhere along the way heâs curling a dexterous hand around your throat to force you to look up.Â
Heâs rutting into you like an animal - a promise of what was to come. âMhmâ you, my girl.â Those heart-shaped pupils of his finally dead-locking into yours- and a few axons in the air explode from simply the eye-contact. âSay it- say it. Tell me you wanâ me- want more. One more.â
Heâd been saying one more for aaaaages now. For so many seconds and thirds and fourths.
If it was anyone but Gojo, then they wouldnât have been able to catch the minute way your watery lips unfasted into a wobbly shape of something like âmoreâ.
But this is Gojo Satoru - so of course, he notices.Â
âWh-what was that?â Heâs breathing out, globe-headed tip just starting to press against your awaiting pussy. Throb-throb-throbbing, his pounding vein massaging the hood of your clit. âTell me- tell me what-â
One clammy palm of his reaches out to claw the crown of your head- whining for a second when his limitless flickers on and off. Feverish. Out of control. Gojoâs nose buries inside your throat to drink in your sexed-up scent, slobbering. âTell your dear S-Satoru here, tell it allll tâme.â
âW-want it-â
âWant whaaat?â
âWant-â Your throat constricts with such a leaden ball of need, the saturated sweetness of it clogging your words. â-want you. Fuck me, Toru-â
And Gojo feels his ears pop! with pressure, every unbolted piece of furniture hovering numerous inches in the air when the strongest reels his toned hips back and slams you incredibly full.Â
So sensitive that the man flinches, head throwing back with a smoky groan ofâ âOh. Ohhh mân-never gettinâ tired of that.â
Itâs a mind-numbing stretch, the taut pull of his girthy cock swabbing apart tender nooks and crevices that only he could. Mixing nâ matching new hefty piles of pre upon the remnants of seed heâd left behind prior. He was just so big.
Before you know it, Gojoâs rubbing one of his doughy-padded hands over your lower tummy. âWoahâŠâ Eager tips of his fingers pressing down hard on the plump, cylindrical outline jutting out of you. â-can feel it-â Peripherals glowing, Six Eyes rendering him light-headed. â-can see it, sweetheart.â
Fuck- itâs about the fifth time that he was uttering those very words to you. And the simple sound of them had your thighs clenching, sticking together with a solid plap! of sprayed juices trapped in-between.
Gojo was so hot collapsing down into you like he was melting - everything from his pants, to his skin to his pace. Practically melting. A fast, pounding pummel over nâ over that rubbed your gummy walls raw every time heâs prodding about.
Canât stop, wonât stop.
âGonna- gonna fuck you, mâkay?â His pearly whites sinking down on your soft earlobe, Gojoâs grunts pour out after every slick gliiiide of his meaty muscled front down your prespired back. Up and down.
You think you count six- no, eight of his washboard abs before your cottony mind is put-together enough to mewl, âY-you already- are. Fuck! Already f-fuckinâ me so deep, Satoru.â
âOhâŠâ Sexily half-lidded eyes of his fall down to where his viscerally fat length was prying your swollen folds apart. In and out. Split-ended tip rummaging up your gooey insides until hot pearly beads of cum were just oozing out with each thrust. âOh.â
Was he seriously so pussydrunk that heâd forgotten? That it was the only thing on his mind?
Youâre not getting too far with your half-formed thoughts until a few slender fingers drift over to toy with your knobbled clit and make your eyes swirl cartoonishly. âH-howâs it feel to keep the strongest ngh- hostage like th-this. To know mânot gonna go aaaaanywhere until Iâve plugged up this pretty pussy?â
Your heart races with the implications that his bass steeps primally in, âP-plugged up?â
âMhm.â As if to prove his point, the rounded curvature of his tightened balls come spanking down near the treacly ends of your cunt. Enough to render you speechless, he floats his sensory touch over where a spurt of white was jetstreaming out. âUntil I fill you up so much I c-canât even fit anymore.â
Your visionâs flashing pure white, âAnd h-how will you do that?â
Oh- you were so fucked.
And if it wasnât the way the bed was shifting- floating, then it was the way that something in the air shimmers with power. Your clit twitching as a few tendrils of buzzing cursed energy reach up your body with a low bzzzzzzâ!
Whirling your droopy head to see that his pretty eyes were aglow, skin crackling with minuscule blue lightning.Â
âGonnaâŠâ Gojo cracks a toothy smile - breathy, crazed. Canines gleaming with carnal slobber, â-mold you to my cock forever.â
⥠HIGURUMA HIROMI - 6 rounds
Your boss, Higuruma, was mean - and he fucked even meaner.
Tangling a hand near the satin base of your tight, tight office skirtâ one that he all but rips off entirely. A few scruffy tatters of it stuffed into your stupidly unfastened mouth, Higuruma takes one good look at you and takes you for hours on his very own desk.
The mahogany surfaces crackles underneath your clawing, a dopey smile splaying out across your face. Feeling the tattered glide of that condom that was ripping off, âFuck- more, moreâ Hiromi.â
âHiromi?â Higurumaâs grouchy baritone rings across your ears and makes your toes curl cutely, vibrations skittering right down to the dewy spot between your legs. And where it rained, it poured. Out with every rummaging pound being planted on your poor, dripping cunt. âWho the fuck is âHiromiâ, angel? Forgot mâyour hck! boss after five rounds, huh? Guess mâjust gonna hafta- hah- jog- that- memory back-â
And every rut had him stretching and stretching at your gluey walls until you saw white, the pointed probe of his pre-topped cockhead bludgeoning you so thoroughly.Â
Higuruma throws one of your jittery legs over his shoulders and slicks down a solid splash of viscous spittle, prying apart those glossily stained folds until they let off a ringing sluuurpâ! âOooâ look at you, say âthank youâ.â
âTh-thank youâŠâ A hefty spitball bubbles out of the edges of your pathetic maw, one that Higuruma wastes no time slouching over and licking away with the edges of his tongue himself.Â
âMmmâ always welcome, sugar.â The curvaceous fringe of his thumb comes slotting down between your slippery slit, pokinâ just inside to tug on your cozy ring of muscle. âNow how about we test that hah- streeeetch.â Digging right along the sleek flesh to let both his rigid length and his fingers pull you taut.
One of his frigidly cool rings snag on your flooded hole and make you whineâ âPlease- sâsooo much, Hiro- sir.â
âNow now- donât whine, angel.â Higurumaâs bloating his cock up a few more mind-numbing millimeters in width, dilated pupils latches permanently on the way it makes your kiss-bitten lips fall into a cute oh! âYou begged for this with this- damn skirt nâ that-â
A blazing bite on your lower lip, the corners of his mouth turns up into a leering snarl as your boss takes his languid time draaagging it away. â-this damn s-smile and-â Steady pace getting sloppy, achingly filthy. â-this fuckinâ pussy.â
Oh, your pussy was just yeowling with every ramming slam.Â
Soggy squelches that rang across all four walls and seeped through the paper-thin plaster of the office. Higuruma watches with a smile as you slap your hand over your mouth, âNow now, let âem hear-â Tracing a wet streak of buttery pre that sandwiches each of your sweet orifices, heâs targeting your adorable g-spot and striking it like a dartboard. â-how many rounds- how- how many times have I fucked you stupid, angel?â
âS-sâŠâ
âSpeak up.â
Fuck- he was so hot. With his clean-cut, billowing jacket haphazardly draping off, and the way that Higurumaâs hair was uncharacteristically unruly. Mussed-up strands plastering to the perspiration-stuck plane of his forehead, he looked crazed.
Hitting your pussy faster and faster, it was a slaughter fest. âSpeak up speak up-â
âSix!â Youâre squealing, gasping. Unsure of what came first - the drawling yelp of your whine or the way that youâre running headfirst into your high.
âOhâ filthy girl. Look how sheâs ngh- throbbinâ fâme.â
So powerful that every peak of it flashes your vision with nothing but white, and you can only stare up ahead at Higurumaâs sinfully fucked-out expression while he bludgeoned your pussy raw. Lugging you through one peak, another peak, another, another-Â
Voice cracking with tears at the sheer overstimulation running through your body, âHiromi- inside, please. Wanâ you inside-â Before you know it, your hand reaches down as if magnetized to caress the dark happy trail leading up to his base. âP-please?â
âPleaseâŠ?â
â-w-with a hck! ch-cherry on top.â
And almost immediately, Higuruma grins. Depraved.Â
Pulling out with a spectacularly wet plop! heâs leaving you clenching around nothing for the briefest nanoseconds. Tearing off the mess of rubber that was once a condom - one that was way too small for his massive size.Â
Because Higuruma was so big that your thighs flinch at simply the idea of fitting all of him once more, mouth watering.
But thatâs exactly what you do - in one, sloppy shuddering ram. All the way from his rounded, gummy-pink mushroom tip to the very hefty base. All those prominently veins snaking down your snug walls, vehemently. Youâre feeling his hips shudderâ
âInside-â You echo, just about the only thing you can do right now. â-donât miss. Donât missââ
âThink mâgonna miss?â One sappy smack on the awaiting slope of your pussy for you to get your lilâ act together, and another just for fun. âJust w-watch meââ His hissing growl makes you clench; dark brows furrowing, toned abdomen snapping, achy cockhead bursting. â-mâgonna fill her u-up until she fuuuckâ! canât take anymore.â
Your overfilling pussy feels like a slushy as the first few ribbons of cum strike your sloshing bottom. Practically feeling the swashing sensation of a goopy second layer cloaking your insides, and he doesnât just orgasm once.Â
No- your dripping cunt is being fed with so many seconds and thirds and fourths. Gripping pussy swirlinâ around the glossy mess until it pinpoints every magical spot inside you.
âS-see?â Higurumaâs stern baritone wavers, unsteady. Stuttering. Heâs smoothing over a few dumbstruck droplets of spittle that slip out of you, âThere- your Hiromi doesnât miss. There we go- are we happy now, hmmmâ?â
And you can only nod and nod and nod, in awe of the oozing oodles of sappy liquid that stuck your thighs together. âY-yes, Hiromi.â
âMmmâ call me yourâŠhusband?â
A/N. Mwahaha I sense ovulation is nearâŠ
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