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daily reminder to stop shaving your coochie for that man. gojo, geto, toji, nanami and sukuna would eat it up hairy and all.

Soft dom!Yandere!Rich bf!Suguru who slides a big fat diamond ring on your finger while fucking your brains out claiming you as his “fianceé”

warnings: fem bodied reader, riding, praise kink, slight possessivness, hinting at missionary, clit stimulation/rubbing, squirting, unprotected sex (wrap and enjoy!) ⁉️ MINORS DNI⁉️

a/n: it’s been a long while since I wrote a smut this long, this might be lacking since english is not my first language. Reblogs and feedback is appreciated, have a lovely read and take care of yourselves because you are important and valued.

“You like it?? You like it when I fuck you like this??.” Your silk dress is all hiked up, mascara running down your face, panties tugged to the side currently bouncing on Suguru’s cock as he sits up with his back touching the headboard supporting you. Your teeth sank in Suguru’s shoulders at the roughness. “Quite a feisty one aren’t you?” He chuckles as he snaps his hips making your back arch scrumptiously, his hands guide your hips to move his shaft in and out of you. “Do you like it when people stare at you? Hmm? Do you like it when men stare at you with their filthy gazes??? Answer me Darling~” Suguru’s cock drilled in and out of you stretching your cunt deliciously, you made coherent babbles, fresh tears running down your eyes “Suguuu~ Slow down Can’t- Can’t take it.” “Oh Darling, my pretty little thing you make sure you enjoy all the attention from those filthy men but you can’t take your boyfriend’s cock??” He coos. You wrap your arms around Suguru’s neck feeling the pressure building up inside you, “S-Suguuu I’m cumming, please let me come” Tears welled up in your eyes begging for mercy. “Go ahead and come for me, darling.” Orgasm crashing down hard, your sweet essence gushing around his cock. Chest heaves up and down from the intense orgasm making you all dazed, Suguru cradles you in his arms calming you down. His pace slows down as his cock is still in your cunt caressing your sensitive spot riling you up. As you recover from your orgasm Suguru speaks up, “My love I know this isn’t the perfect time but I have something for you” his cock is still moving slowly inside of you. He reaches out for a black velvet box which had a perfect diamond ring with gold plated band. He slides in your ring finger and intertwines his fingers in yours increasing his pace slowly. “Promise that you will be mine for eternity.” You nod “Yes, I’m yours Sugu, only yours aaaaaaaaahhhh~” “Tell *Thrusts* me *Thrusts* how *Thrust* much *Thrusts* you *Thrusts* love *Thrusts* me” he tugs at your panties creating friction while making you bounce which knocks out the air in your lungs making you drool “Sugu I promise, I promise to be yours, I’ll never leave you” You cry out in pleasure. Your words make blood rush to his cock and he lays you down roughly on the bed and pounds into you by picking up your legs, throwing them on his shoulder and ripping your dress and panties off you at the urgency of being inside you again. Sounds of skin-slapping filled the entire room. “Tell me, repeat those words, darling.” He holds your face and caresses your cheeks wiping away all the tears from your face, kissing your eyes and lips, snapping his hips into you drilling your spot. You manage to mutter the words. “I promise, to be yours for eternity, I’ll- Suguuuu faster.” A hint of possessiveness fills his entire body and he pounds even harder, his one arm snaking under your thigh for stability, his fingers tugging at the hood of your clit and start altering between rubbing and circling your clit to make you reach your high faster, you squirt all over his abdomen, he smirks. His other hand intertwined with yours which had the ring. You bite your lip as your back arches making your whole body tremble in his touch. You try to grip your dear life at Suguru’s shoulder scratching his back. Your cunt spasm around his cock making you choke on your words. “S-Suguu, I’m y-yours, I’m cummi-cumming” you whine as you feel your second orgasm approaching, “Cum in me Sugu.” Too drunk to think. Suguru and you both reach your high and come at the same time “Oh fuck Darling” is all he manages to utter as your cunt spasms thick ropes of cum paints your velvety walls, some cum seeping out and running down your inner thigh and then on the sheets. Suguru collapses at the side and holds you close to his chest, not pulling out still buried deep into you. “You did so well my love, I’m so proud of you.” He kisses the crown of your head as you calm down listening to his heartbeat. You look at him and kiss his jaw “I love you, my dear fianceé.”

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cool boyfriend sukuna letting fucking his loser girlfriend when she fails to ride him properly…

“‘kuna!” you squeal when he sits you down on his cock, guiding it in quickly after he spent an hour preparing you for his size. you grip his shoulders, expression so lewd and pretty that sukuna instantly deletes any memory of himself watching porn because nothing compares to the real thing, and nothing compares to your expressiveness. brows pinched upwards, eyes all teary and glistening, pink lips bitten to abnormal redness, body hot like a heater — sukuna feels like he’s gonna cum just from the sight of your face. and you being so noisy doesn’t help; you are still a little clumsy when trying to find your rhythm so sukuna just holds you close and thrusts up into you, barely holding back to not hurt from how much he wants to pound you.

gojo’s favourite thing to do when he comes over is to sit you down in front of your full length mirror and take his destined place behind you to tease the hell out of you…

“you look so pretty, sweetheart,” satoru whispers in your ear as he moves his fingers faster on your clit, his free hand fondling your tits and trying to stop you from moving so much. but every jerk of his wrist sends shocks down your spine so it’s impossible for you to not writhe under his touch, whining like a dog in heat as you try to thrust your hips to meet his movements. satoru bites on your ear with a smooth chuckle, his tongue darting out to lick a wet stripe on your cheek as he watches you through the mirror with a fiery gaze, his own hips rolling into your back shamelessly.“the prettiest girl in the whole universe and you’re all mine.”

even after cumming nanami can’t stop thrusting into you, too mesmerised with the way your body reacts to him and his touches…

after you cum, you beam at him and mutter a dreamy “thank you, ‘nami~” like he’s just given you the whole world, and nanami can’t help his own soft smile, looking down at you with fondness in his eyes. he adjust his hips smoothly and starts thrusting once again, chuckling at the quiet little ‘oh!’ you let out from surprise. his hips move at a certain speed as to not overwhelm you and make you feel the best when you cum again while his cum gushes out of you slowly. nanami leans down to trail kisses up your jaw and lock his lips and with yours, swallowing every one of your breathy moans. “want to make you cum again, my darling,” he whispers into your mouth, voice husky with honey undertones. “want to feel good with you.”

choso finds himself noticing that his favourite place to be whenever you’re around his either on you or with his head between your legs…

“choso!” you moan sweetly, threading your fingers further through his ruined hair as your breathing quickens with every stroke of his tongue. he smiles against your cunt and then wraps his lips around your clit, sucking a couple of times just to feel you tug on his hair a little harder and scream a bit louder. your moans get whinier and longer as you cup his face so he doesn’t stop, but you don’t know that only death can part him from sucking on such a sweet pussy. choso feels you tremble under his arms, feels you trying to keep your thighs from closing around his head, but that’s literally what he wants, what he craves. so he slithers his arms around your thighs and buries his face further, locking your legs over his head. you hump his face to ride out your orgasm and choso feels like he’s in heaven, the bed suddenly feeling a little too good and air leaving his lungs from how tight you keep him close. he cums with a strangled moan and keeps his mouth on your cunt, lazily circling his tongue around until you tell him to stop.

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Part 2 here

☆ Gojo Satoru ☆

Subby Satoru begging you to let him cum

He couldn't wait to get home so...

Rubbing your pussy

☆ Toji Fushiguro ☆

Riding his fat cock

Just the tip

Making you cum with just his fingers

☆ Geto Suguru ☆

Backshots

He loves your trampstamp

A little spanking never hurt

☆ Choso Kamo ☆

Eats pussy like a champ

Jerking him off through his boxers

Subby choso playing with his nips

☆ Nanami Kento ☆

Fingering your pretty cunt

He makes you so wet

Early mornings w Nanami

The amount of porn I watched was astronomical 💀

Will I do it again?..... yes

Request! Geto never had to worry bc reader basically never interacts with guys. That 3we until he saw her hugging her male coworker and now he has to put her in place if ykiwm😋

𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: oh yikesss, possessive sugu incoming, oof. lmao this is lowkey like the one i did for my kinktober, but what the hell

⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Geto x afab/fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - canon divergence; Geto is a jujutsu tech sorcerer - shibari; rope bondage (cross-chest box tie, frogtie) - sex toys; use of a vibrator - fingering (f! receiving) - clitoral play (swiping and pinching) - pleasure denial - mild possessive behavior - pet names (angel, baby, pretty girl, my love, sweetie) - cameo: Gojo - mention of drool/saliva.

⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.3k

“Hahhh…ahhaa, Sug’ruu, I can’t…Mmm!”

“Aww, are you feeling well, my love? You look awful.”

And whose fault would that be?

Geto removes his jacket to put aside one of the chairs of the many desks. He stretches his sides and cracks his neck, releasing a massive sigh after a long inhale. He’s now relaxed that he’s back in his classroom. 

However, he isn’t the only one here. Someone he knows is here with him — waiting for him to return. And Geto’s lips curl into a smile once he looks down to see someone on the cold wooden floor.

You were in nude form, clothes sprawled to the side of you. A long red rope contorts around your body, binding your arms behind your back with your wrists tied together. Your thighs and ankles were restricted together; the red ropes tied the leg together to that of a frog-like position. And a red blindfold covers your line of sight. You were whining and writhing in this bounded position. Why? 

Geto slowly walks around you to take in the view, noticing that the vibrators he placed on your body were still where he had left it. Your nipples had a vibrator taped on to each, and the buzzing noises made Geto’s skin crawl. There was another set of bullet vibrators buzzing down south. Three white wires are connected to a remote lying on the floor, and they seem to be stuffed inside the wet entrance of your chasm. So, five vibrators are teasing your body all at once. What a hell. 

He comes down to your level, bringing you up with a hand to lie on his propped knee, and your breathing so low and hushed. “How are you feeling, angel?” He lifts the blindfold to have you peek at him, noticing your eyes are puffy and wet. Poor thing was crying for him.

“Sugu…” You called him by his nickname, a tool in hopes of getting on his good side. “Can you…please…”

Dark eyebrows raise, “Please what, pretty girl?” He shields your eyes again and slithers his hand down from your chin to your neck, and he loves how your breathing lessens when he approaches your breasts. He pulls off one taped vibrator to free the bud. For a moment before he blows on it, “What do you want from me?”

“Can I—Ohh!” His tongue flicks your nipple; it’s so sensitive and sore! “Can I please…cum…?”

“Ahh, what a dirty girl,” Geto chuckles to you as he kisses your mound, his hand now traveling further down to the three wires on the floor. He gently pulls one, a loud noise of one vibrator bumping into another. “You were doing so well being patient for me. I have one more meeting, baby; why can’t you wait after that?”

Your breathing gets shaky, leaning towards his frame to get through. “Because...Mmmm, I want you to make me feel—Ohh…! Good...”

“Is that right?” More laps around your nipple before he sucks it in. “You want me to make you feel good? Not Satoru?” You gulped at the mention of the other’s name, feeling Geto’s intense, indigo gaze on your face. 

In all honesty, Geto admits he can be a jealous man — especially regarding you, his sweet angel. The reason why you’re in this situation is because your partner saw you hug another man yesterday. Satoru Gojo, the dark-haired man’s best friend of all people! Granted, it was because you were only giving a gift of sweets to the tall sorcerer because he came back from a terrible, dangerous mission with Geto. And the white-haired fool, oblivious to personal space as always, brought you in for a hug as he thanked you for the bag of sweets you handed him. 

Putting his hands on you did make Geto unpleasant, yet this was Gojo we were talking about; the guy acts like personal boundaries don’t apply to him. However, what did upset the man more was you reciprocating the embrace with a cheerful smile — a smile only Geto was to bear witness to. It twinged his heart – cliche, but it did. You toyed with his feelings, and he had to correct you for such behavior. 

The man increases the intensity of the vibrators inside your cunt, and your body jerks unexpectedly. He then slides a finger inside your vagina to play around your walls with the toys, and you have to remind yourself not to scream as his fingertips scrape the velvet texture. “You hurt my feelings, sweetie,” he listens to your whimpers get higher and higher as he increases the speed of his finger. “You know I’m not one for sharing — especially with Satoru.” 

“Hahhh, Sugu’uuu, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to—“ You press your lips together to suppress a moan once Geto takes your nipple back into his mouth, pushing the nub to the roof of his mouth and skimming it with his teeth. A sharp gasp escapes your frame at the addition of another finger inside you, and more tears well up from how much stimulation is happening. “Nmoohh, please, I won’t do it again…”

“You promise?” He whispers into your ear, slowly removing his fingers to increase the intensity of the vibrators inside you. Those same fingers now go to your clit where he swipes in slow circles, and you nearly choke on your spit. “Tell me, who’s my favorite girl?” 

“Mee! I’m y’re favorite…!” Despite the ropes tightening around your ankles and thighs, your lower half still jolts to his touch on your delicate pearl, trying to sway your hips to move with the friction. 

“And who’s your only favorite man in this world?”

“You, Sugu!” Oh, the way you desperately said his nickname was so pathetic to hear — so sweet. He couldn’t stop the sneer from flourishing on his face. “You’re my favorite—Mmmph! Always…”

Good girl. “You wanna come so bad, baby?” His thumb and forefinger rub against your clitoris, evoking cute squeaks to fly out your drooling mouth. You nod hastily; that’s not what he wanted, so he pinches your clit. “Words, pretty girl, words.”

“Yessh, please let me cum, my love…!” Now that’s what he wanted to hear, being all cute and pitiful for him to grant you what you’re craving. And you can feel it coming, your nerves heightened with the climb of your orgasm.

But then, you sense his fingers gone from your clit, the cold air occupying their absence. Instead, he puts the vibrator that once teased your nipple back and rests your figure onto the cold wooden floor once more. Your brows screw together with quivered lips, “No, pleaseee! Don’t leave me again!” You whined.

Too late, he was adorning his jacket and heading out for the sliding door of the classroom. “I’m sorry, angel, but I gotta get to this meeting first. Don’t make too much noise while I’m gone, okay?” God, you pulled his heart the way you helplessly laid there. “Don’t give me that look, my love. I’ll be right back when it’s done.” He steps outside and closes the door behind him, swiftly locking it while checking for his surroundings.

And it was a good thing he did, too. Because right around the corner came his best friend, Gojo, the blindfolded sorcerer, retrieving the raven-headed other. “Yo, there ya are, Suguru! The meeting’s about to start; don’t slack off before Yaga comes for our heads.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming,” he walks alongside his companion, heading to the other side of the hall. 

“Hmm, by the way, where’s Y/n?” The white-haired man inquires while scratching his ear. “I haven’t seen them since this morning.”

Geto hums to the question, the shrug of his shoulders to seal the deal. “They felt sick all of a sudden, went to go see Shoko to check.”

The taller sorcerer tilts his head with a scoff. “Who said you were a good liar?”

“You’re one to talk.”

© 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲 – reblogs and comments are appreciated wholeheartedly ☆ header edit done by me + dividers by @/benkeibear.

what is the flow rate of gojo’s sperm? 🤔

😈 😈 😈 ALRIGHT LET’S FIND OUT

shoutout to m00tie @quinnyundertow since u said there's nothing that turns you on more than hearing how mobile a man's flagella are. this one's for you bb.

alright, first off, because his cum is confirmed to be both incompressible fluid as well as move with laminar flow, these attributes satisfy the conditions of pouiseulle’s law:

i had to do a little bit of research to determine if it was laminar or turbulent flow, and apparently sperm travels with both stokes & laminar flow, which is pretty interesting, and also moves in a sinusoidal propagating wave, likely due to the movements/shape of the flagella

note: microscopic sperm travel & ejaculate fluid travel are two very different things, but i can’t solve for anything microscopic here so we’re just gonna go for the ejaculate fluid only

anyways, to use pouiseulle’s law, let’s first determine our variables, and make sure we get the units right as well! always draw a diagram w all the variables:

now, let’s identify the variables:

1. radius (r) of tube -> this refers to the pipe/tube, therefore in this case, the vaginal canal. now since gojo has decided to creampie, we can assume that the radius of the vaginal canal will be equivalent to the radius of his girth as he is stretching you out. gege told me the diameter of his big fat schlong is approximately 3 inch girth, therefore the radius = 3/2 = 1.5 inches

2. ΔP refers to change in pressure gradient, in this case i’ve decided to have P1 as pressure at vaginal canal opening, and P2 as pressure at the end where the cervix is. therefore, ΔP = (P1 - P2) for the equation. i know you’ve got that gorilla grip coochie, esp when the world’s strongest sorcerer is fuckin you SENSELESS, but all things considered this is a very difficult parameter to measure, therefore i found this article to help out with this:

we’re going to assume “contraction pressure” (at the vaginal canal opening) is P1, due to gojo’s intrusion. and we’re going to assume “pressure at rest” is P2 at the end near the cervix (he’s pulled out a lil bit ok this makes things easier for me)

kPa are the units that we want for ΔP in this case, therefore it’s a simple calculation:

ΔP = P1 - P2 = 41.8 kPa - 26.8 kPa = 15 kPa

3. the last variable we need to account for here is L, which is the length of the PIPE HE’S LAYIN INSIDE OF YOU (jk it’s just length of ur coochie). now, i imagine this man is a generous lover, and he’s alr made you cum a few before he stuck it inside, so with arousal, the vaginal canal length has likely increased to about 5 inches (moreso 4.75in based on avg values in research but he stretched you in even more during the sexing!!) therefore L = 5 in

4. the other two values are just constants:

π = pi 3.1415 (imma just use pi function in calc)

η = this is viscosity of a fluid. based on this research article, the viscosity of human semen is approximately 9.35 cps. we want these units in kPa•s (remember that your units need to match the units of the other variables), so we need to use density of sperm (1.043 g/ml) to convert the factor (i just used chatgpt lol) but the conversion factor is pretty similar therefore we will just plug in something close to 9.35 kPa•s (true value is a little smaller)

ALRIGHT WONDERFUL! WE HAVE DETERMINED ALL OF OUR VARIABLES :) NOW WE JUST NEED TO PLUG IT INTO OUR EQUATION/DIAGRAM:

*note: mind the units! (shown in blue) there are lots of variations on how flow rate can be shown w the units, so u wanna be careful that they match

YAAAAY!! so the flow rate (Q) of gojo’s cum is approximately 0.63787 in^3/sec ☺️💕

use a quick converter online, and we can make it into liters per minute -> 0.02214 l/min. convert this to milliliters -> 22.14 mls

which means that, in one of gojo’s average cumshots, he cums 22.14 mls of ejaculate !!! :0 sheesh that’s a lot!!

but how does this value compare to other men? research varies, but on average, men ejaculate between 1-10mls per orgasm, therefore the world’s strongest sorcerer cums more than TWICE the worldwide average!!

and one final calculation shows us that when he finishes, it’s at about 0.369 mls per second :) that's fuckin fast!!!

thank you for cumming to my ted talk!! byee

alr ellie out ✌🏼😖 (i have sm brainrot)

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disclaimer: i am neither mathematician nor engineer nor physicist 🧚‍♀️✨ i hold a b.s. in biology n took very simple college level physics <3 therefore i cannot speak for the true validity of these calculations or results. tis for funsies.

mentally a living corpse

ᰔᩚಎ — 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋

— ໒person on da block꒱‎ ‎‎‎‎ichigo kurosaki ೀ you weren't a big fan of rock, but maybe being dragged to a rock concert and after party isn't too bad !

— ໒including package꒱‎ ೀ rockstar! ichigo, ichigo is kind of a mean dom, spanking, degrading (slut, whore, etc...), pet names (baby, pretty, etc...), ichigo is kind of obsessed idk, unprotected sex (wrap for you tap kids), fat dick ichigo, daddy kink, fingering, creampie, implied use of alcohol, hair pulling, spit kink !

You weren’t a big fan of rock music, but your best friend loved it; her favorite band was coming to town, and she was a certified groupie. You didn’t want to leave her there alone, because what kind of best friend would she be to avoid going to the most important moments of her life?

Tee was so excited, she could not even focus on doing her makeup. All she could do was stare at the poster hanging high on her dorm wall as you lay on your bed scrolling through your phone, looking at other people's stories. “What’s so good about these guys?” You asked, and Tee almost broke her neck looking back at you.

“THEE ICHIGO KUROSAKI is coming to our town; I have to be there!” She practically screamed at you, shoving her poster in your face. You looked at the poster with the four guys on it and asked, “Is this Ichigo?” 

“Nah, that’s Renji; this is Ichigo” Tee guided your hand to where Ichigo was on the poster. “He is attractive, but what’s the hype?” “You’ll see.” Your best friend smiled as she finished her makeup and turned to look in the full-body mirror. 

“Alright, let’s go. Do you have your ID because they are strict at concerts?” You checked your bag to look for your ID in your purse and nodded to confirm. You and Tee finally took an Uber down to the already-crowded arena. You saw so many girls; some were half-naked, and some looked like they hadn’t slept in days. 

Maybe this was a bigger deal than you thought, but then again, you weren’t too pressed about this concert, but you did have a good time, so why not? You saw Tee fight tooth and nail to get front-row tickets; she saved for months and got you and her a ticket, and not only that, she won backstage tickets, so you had to go.

The concert was deafening, and you felt your body would hurt terribly when you woke up in the morning. Tee even showed her tits; all you could do was laugh and shake your head. But who said they couldn’t have fun either? Even though you didn’t know any of the songs, you still danced and had fun.

Your best friend was dragging you everywhere after the concert was over; she wanted to get backstage so she could bat her eyelashes and you both would be able to go to another artist's after-party. Tee was perfect at getting you both into the after-parties. You weren’t as wild as Tee, but you did love a good hook-up here and there. 

You waited for Tee outside the backstage door; all you could see was the long line of girls bum-rushing to meet the boys. You were so glad that you didn’t want to meet anybody; you were just back there for the food and free drinks they were serving. You saw Tee come running back to you, smirking with a piece of paper in hand. 

“So I’m guessing you were successful?” You smirked.

“Yeah, and I got a little gift too.” Tee pulled her tube top down to see a signature on her right breast, signed by Renji. “Oh, bitch.” You both laughed. “Look, you gotta do what you gotta do.” Tee pulled her top up and shoved the piece of paper in her top.

“I want to go back to our dorm and change; I feel too sweaty,” Tee said while you both got in the Uber. Something about going back to your messy dorm wasn’t something you would be looking forward to. By the time you and Tee changed, it was already past midnight, and you were waiting for another Uber. 

You could hear the music blasting from inside the Airbnb, you saw a lot of people on the lawn, and you could see Tee recording from inside the Uber. You were low-key tired, but you were going to keep pushing. When you got inside, the music was even louder, and your ears were ringing nonstop. 

“MY TYPE OF PARTY!” Tee screamed next to you. Little did you know, when you looked to your side, Tee was gone, and you shook your head. She probably went to go find her bae for the night. But you were sure that she could take care of herself; maybe you’d be able to find her later if she wanted to be found. 

You sat down on the staircase, watching and observing everyone else at the party. You finally found Tee, but she was sitting and flirting with Renji, so you knew you would probably be going back to the dorm by yourself.

“Why sitting over here by yourself” 

You looked up to see a tall, shirtless figure in front of you. When he bent down to get a closer look at you, you noticed that bright ginger hair from anywhere. Ichigo Kurosaki.

“Oh, um, I’m here for moral support; my best friend is here,” you replied. Ichigo smirked, “Yeah, you’re the girl who didn’t look so interested in our concert.”

You opened your mouth, but quickly closed it; you didn’t have a snarky remark to make. Ichigo laughed, “But I guess you're here now. So, I guess you’re stuck with me for the rest of the night since Renji left me too.” Ichigo sat down on the step next to you. 

“So, tell me about yourself; what’s your name, plain girl?”

“Plain? I’m past being plain; maybe your band is plain.” You replied quickly, and Ichigo laughed. “But seriously, what’s your name?” Ichigo asked with a smirk. You rolled your eyes. “Y/N,” you replied.

“Y/N? Hm, got a nice ring to it.” You laughed. “Yeah, it has a nice ring to it, right?” Ichigo smiled. “Well, Y/N, it's nice to meet you. I'm Ichigo; can I get you another drink?” You smiled and nodded, “Sure.” Ichigo winked and walked away to get your drink. You watched him as he went, a smile still on your face.

You and Ichigo were practically hip and hip all night; you don’t know if it was the alcohol talking or if Ichigo got more and more attractive as the night progressed. You and Ichigo were pinned up in the corner, lips locked together. Ichigo tongue was so smooth, and his hands were rough, but it felt so right grabbing the fat of your ass. 

You could taste the alcohol and cigarettes in his mouth. It looked like you both were practically having sex in the corner of the party. “Let me take you upstairs and show you plain,” Ichigo smirked as he grabbed your hands to take you up the steps. You both stumbled up the stairs, laughing as you both tried to stay upright. You both finally made it to a room, got inside, and locked the door.

Ichigo pushed you on the bed as you spread your legs, and he got in between, smashing his lips back on yours. His lips were soft and warm as he explored your mouth. His hands roamed your body, exploring your curves and making you feel wanted. You felt your heart beating faster as you felt yourself getting lost in the moment.

Ichigo pushed your skirt up even more to get a glimpse at your red-laced underwear as he smirked back up at you. “You must want to get fucked tonight,” Ichigo smirked, licking your neck. You bit your lip and looked away, embarrassed. Ichigo leaned in and whispered in your ear, “Well, it looks like you're going to have to be a good girl for me, yeah?”

Ichigo pushed your panties to the side to feel your wet slit. “Fuck, you’re such a slut, getting wet from a little kissing, hm?”. Ichigo's fingers moved up and down, teasing your clit. You gasped and moaned; your body shuddered at Ichigo’s breath on your neck. “Please, wan your fingers,” you begged, bucking your hips into Ichigo’s hand.

Ichigo’s grin widened as he inserted a finger into your wet pussy. He slowly slid his finger in and out of your hole, his thumb gently rubbing your clit. Your moans grew louder as you felt your hips moving in tandem. 

“Hnngh Ichi! I-I need more.” You whimpered, “Oh? What a greedy little whore you are, when you could barely take one finger.” Ichigo's voice was rough as he spoke, adding another finger stretching you further. You whined out in pleasure, your hand shooting to Ichigo’s wrist in an instant, his fingers never stopping as he pleasured you.

“Move your hand, girl; you got greedy, so swallow your pride and take it.” He growled as he moved his fingers faster. You gasped in pleasure, your body trembling as waves of pleasure washed over you. “Mm, yeah, that's a good girl,” Ichigo cooed as he curled his fingers, making you gasp and buck your hips. 

“I-Ichiii, ah! gonna cum-” You moaned, and your eyes rolled back as Ichigo continued to tease and pleasure you. You felt your body tense as your orgasm was creeping up on you; it felt like the breath in your lungs was getting stuck. All Ichigo had to do was pinch your clit just a little as you let out a loud cry as your body shook, and you came hard, pleasure radiating through every inch of your body. “That’s it, such a good little slut.” Ichigo took his fingers out to get a taste of your essence. 

“Turn around and get on your stomach.” You obeyed, feeling your heart pounding as Ichigo moved behind you. You can hear the belt cackle and clack as Ichigo pushes his jeans and boxers down, dragging you to the end of the bed. “I’ll be a gentleman and take it slow since y’re so pretty and delicate.” Ichigo grabbed your hips and thrust inside you, pushing in slowly and calculatingly, watching you to see how you would react. 

“Ngh! S-so full, Ichi!” You panted as Ichigo pushed inch by inch, making your cunt flutter and squeeze. Ichigo laughed, his hips bucking against yours as he fucked you hard and steady. “Fuck y’re so tight, f’me baby,” Ichigo sank his fingers into your waist as he started to pick up the pace.

“S’good Ichigo!” You moaned into the sheets, muffling your moans, something Ichigo didn’t like because you felt your head getting yanked up by your hair, your scalp burning a bit as you gasped. 

“Don’t hide your moans from me,” Ichigo hissed, spanking your ass as you cried out from the slight burn on your scalp and ass. “Daddy, fuckkk hah!” You screamed in pleasure as Ichigo pounded into you, your hips buckling up to meet his thrusts. You felt like you were going to explode as Ichigo's movements became faster and more intense. 

“Sh-shit, y’re such a slut fuckin’ back into me like that,” Ichigo groaned, his hand yanking your body up so that your back was touching his chest, his tip hitting your sweet spot easier. “Open yer’ mouth and stick that slutty tongue out for me,” Ichigo whispered in your ear.

You obeyed, your tongue protruding out of your mouth as Ichigo spat in your mouth, “Now swallow it.” You swallowed his saliva with a gasp, and he chuckled. “Fuck, yer such a whore for me,” he said, before pushing you back down on the bed and slapping your ass as his pace quickened. 

“Gonna cummmm” Your voice cracked as you gripped the sheets tighter in your hand, as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your hips stuttering to meet Ichigo’s rough thrust. “Fuck me too, baby, me too,” Ichigo moaned, his thrust getting sloppy. Ichigo bent over to see your glistening eyes as he bit his lip, he could bust just looking at your pretty face scrunched up just for him. 

“Yesyesyesyes!” You cried out. Ichigo leaned in and gave you a passionate kiss, his hips stuttering and slamming into you and his balls slapping into you uncontrollably. You moaned with pleasure, your body trembling as pleasure overwhelmed you. Ichigo felt you tighten around him, and you came with a loud cry of pleasure. “Fuck, so, so pretty baby,” Ichigo groaned.

“Shit, g’na give the slut just what she wants,” Ichigo panted as he kept thrusting, his orgasm quickly approaching. You whine from overstimulation; you feel Ichigo's body tense as he groans loudly as he comes, his body trembling with pleasure as he releases inside of you. His hips were still moving against you for a few moments to make sure his cum got inside, before pulling out and watching the cum ooze out. 

Ichigo collapsed next to you, exhausted. You lay there for a few moments, trying to catch your breath. “You owe me $50 for a plan B.” You side-eyed Ichigo as he looked back at you and chuckled. “I gotchu ma.” Ichigo slapped your ass once again before sitting up to grab his wallet.

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SON, YOUR GIRLFRIEND IS CUTE. MIND IF I HAVE A TASTE?

FUSHIGURO TOJI X MEGUMI'S CHUBBY GIRLFRIEND READER

content warnings ─── noncon, drugging, reader is megumi's girlfriend, voyeurism, forced orgasm, thigh fucking, brief daddy kink, somnophilia, pussy eating, megumi and reader in 20s, toji in his 40s.

ᝰ synopsis.ᐟ: in which toji couldn't help but to steal a taste of his son's girlfriend. hope he doesn't find out. poor megumi.

“—gumi... oh fuck...”

he can hear your filthy moans leaking through the crack of his son's bedroom door followed by the breathless whispers and the sound of bed creaking under the weight of you two. he listened for a brief moment before going to his kitchen.

opening the refrigerator and grabbing a water bottle and twisting its cap off then taking a swig from it. toji chuckles at the "study session" you both were doing. ahh, kids these days and his thought goes to you. his son's girlfriend.

he still remembers how you came into his life. his son introducing him to you as a friend but by the looks it's more than of it and you were the first to never ogle at him like he was a piece of meat. there's nothing such as lingering stares, the batting of eyelashes and the seductive voice trying to get him — only a quick bow and an introduction of your name and that's all.

and toji did like that however megumi made clear you were off limits. his son could be so possessive and protective over you and who can blame him — sweet, little like you doesn't know the dangers that lurks at every corner including him and toji has the tendency to fuck who will give him the slightest of interest including you but it still doesn't happen. keeping him at arm's length and that's fine with him — he says but nothing's fine with it.

it is not his business to pry the people his son is dating, he's no different from it. jumping from woman to woman after his wife passed away. he got needs. anyways, his son is old enough to do whatever he pleases and dating is no exception from it and looking at you, his son's relationship with you — it's looking good.

closing back the fridge, in the corner of his sight. he caught the familiar spiky tuft of a hair belonging to his son and you by his side. raising a brow at you two. megumi only gave his father a side glance before escorting you to the door to accompany you in safely going back to your place.

“uhm, thank you for letting me stay fushiguro-san.” you say to him, bowing quickly before following megumi. he only looks at you longer — too close for comfort and noticing his father's gaze at you. megumi glares at the man and toji almost barked a laugh at his son.

don't worry, megumi. i ain't touching your girlfriend but only if she wants too. he wants to say at megumi. their relationship already estranged. well, who could blame his son he wasn't the best of fathers.

then after that, you both were off. the slam of the door being closed briefly echoes in the room and then toji was left on his own. settled in the couch and the television playing his horse races.

“pretty please?” you bat your pretty lashes at him. your eyes getting rounder and wider staring at him with doe eyes of yours and toji isn't so weak at them but gives in. your palms pressed in his chest while your slick covered cunt brushing at his hardened length. “hasn't my boy been treating you well?” he asks. his emerald green eyes similar to his son glints. “no, that's why need you to take care of me.” holding his cheek and leaning down to press a kiss to his cheek and then to his jaw and then to his lips. “please, daddy~” you begged in a cute voice that leaves the older in front of you smirking. “if that's my pretty baby wants.” the scar in the corner of his mountain twitching. large palms holding your wide hips slithering to grip your butt cheeks. not breaking eye contact and watch your expression change. chuckling at already your cock drunk face when he plunges his cock inside you. “ah~ yes!” you moaned out. holding his shoulder for balance before shaking your hips to get the best use of your boyfriend's dad cock.

“you're a disgusting one, aren't you?” he mused. cocking his head to examine your once innocent face turning into one of a whore. “moaning like a bitch after taking my cock....is my son really not that good at pleasing you, huh?” a playful chuckle leaving his lips. “nuh uh but not enough, ohh~” kissing his jaw and toji grabs your nape. pulling you into a bruising kiss. his other hand holding your plush waist in tight grip before thrusting his cock violently to your cunt. “oh god, yes! more, more, more!” you screamed pressing your chest against his. your nipples rubbing his pectoral muscles. your cunt spasming around his lenght and your orgasm coming through. “to...oh... ji...mmmm” you moaned out. repeating his name over and over as your orgasm builds up in the pit of your stomach threatening to explode at any given moment and toji, oh he's getting close as well. you got the perfect pussy for him. such a shame his son can't please this slutty pussy of yours. there's a pause in between his growls. fixated on your face turning into an expression of a cock drunk slut while you moan his name. “toji! toji! toji—”

“toji-san?”

the call of his name brought your boyfriend's dad to his not so innocent daydreams. standing in front of him was his son's girlfriend whom he can't stop fucking with his eyes and it didn't get better when you're standing in his doorway with your collarbones displayed in front of him and his sight gets lower he sees the soft swell of your chest and curse the choice of your outfit. a fucking sundress that he's close to nutting in his pants.

“first name basis are we now, sweetheart?” he teases despite the smoldering look he had on you. his sight flicks in to your face. “uhm, sorry for calling you like that.” you apologized. “there's nothing sorry about that, sweetheart.” the nickname you are being called takes you back. your feet taps continuously. a nervous habit you developed. megumi's dad isn't someone you are comfortable with. it doesn't mean you disrespect him but more like you were just intimidated by his father with his muscular build, the scar in his lips moving and his attitude. anyways, you were being polite to him.

“need anything if you're here.” his eyebrows raised at you and the scar in his lips twitch. his body blocking the door. leaning on the door frame posture relaxed and that smug smirk painted in his face.

“i—”

“who's that?” megumi's voice interrupted you. toji glanced behind him and scowled before turning into a neutral expression. moving to reveal you and megumi's stoic features softened.

“just the right time. come.” he said walking towards you and ignoring his father. it was your cue to follow him. “excuse me, toji-san.” bowing your head slightly before discarding your shoes to follow megumi.

toji's sight follows you. pressing a kiss to his son's cheek and returning it by patting your head and kisses your forehead. your cheeks warming up and megumi glances at his father. his scowl deepening and megumi glares at him before taking you to his bedroom.

that little brat. toji thinks but what about it. he was supposedly to support his son's partner not lusting over you but he's a man and it's unfortunate for you for someone like him to take interest.

he slumps in his couch with a groan. annoyed by this carnal urge to just jump on you and make you cum multiple times. he would be better than his son. you will truly be pleased by him. toji plays with his bangs moving it upward to fully see the ceiling above him and ponder about stuff, to you. getting childish of taking his son's happiness for him but how could he resist you. the more you try to pull away from him the more he wishes to get closer to you. you seem to be wary about him and toji can't blame you but that what makes it sweeter. ripe for the picking. always been attracted with the innocent ones and you were not so innocent than you think.

you would be incredibly suited for him. sucking him dry and warming his cock while you sit prettily in his lap watching those races. if he wins he'll fuck you nice and good and if he loses he'll fuck you hard and deny you of release endlessly.

the sound of door opening followed by voices perks him up. “don't you want me to accompany you?” your voice worried and megumi is quick to assure you. “i'll be quick. i'm just picking up the work what kamo finished. wait for me here.” megumi said. quickly to diminish any further worries you have for him. a ghost of a smile in his face before heading to the door.

deciding you can't comeback to his room. you settled in the couch. observing the man in the other couch who's focused with whatever's the television playing and you remained quiet before pulling out your phone to entertain yourself and ignore the awkwardness in the air with your boyfriend's father.

toji stands up making his way to the kitchen but before that he stands behind where you are seated. “what you want to drink, sweetheart?” he offers. the deep rumble of his voice startling you that you almost jumped from your seat.

“water would be fine, sir.” you politely replied and your phone dings. alarming you of a message and toji gets a glimpse of the message.

megumi: i apologize, got dragged by itadori. i'll be back in an hour.

you frown before typing a quick reply and toji continued his way to the kitchen. taking a can of beer in his fridge and pouring you a glass of water. whistling casually as he easily crushed the white, little, round shaped pills before mixing it to your drink. his eyes boring holes in the glass as the pills turned powdered mixes in the water. he grabs the glass and handed it to you.

“here you go, sweetheart.” you naively accepts the glass of water cause it's just water right. a regular water used for drinking.

toji settles in the couch. popping the beer can before taking a swig. discreetly taking a glance at you and following your move. he watches you put your cellphone before taking a sip and then another sip and bingo. placing the glass in the coffee table. watch as you blink. sleepiness taking over you with a confused look in your face and then you were passed out on his couch. sleeping soundly without a cry. finally, toji thought as his plans came into fruition.

toji ignores the television playing. standing up to examine your sleeping figure. you won't make a peep at your current situation. “come on now, sleeping beauty.” he coos. scooping you up in his arms. the back of your knees hooked in his arm while the other supports your back.

“there we go.” he mutters. peering at you through his bangs and toji couldn't deny how pretty you look in his arms. your soft features only for him to ogle at. toji never expected he would be attracted to you despite your heavier physique and being his son's girlfriend. toji would never in a million years would go someone for like you but his son got a good taste in choosing partners in which he took the liberty of pleasing them in bed. they showed interest first, he just returned the favor. to you he needs to work and it's not you'll find out.

he kicks the door open and closes it with his foot before placing you to his bed. he sits beside you. his added weight made the bed creak slightly. admiring your features and running his knuckles in your face. starting from your forehead and then to the side of your face and your round cheek and his thumb swiping your soft lips. such tenderness present in his touches if only it was for his good intentions but toji have so much stored for you.

toji realizing for a minute that the gesture he just had done to you wasn't even bestowed to his wife and only you had experienced such softness in him. that still wouldn't justify what he is about to do with you.

he leans down. the proximity of his face and yours are closer. his breath fanning to your cheek. moving to your neck while he kiss that tender spot he knew that you would like and so he was rewarded a soft sigh in response and a sly smirk graced toji's lips.

so you like that, eh. he moves towards to your pulse point. nose brushing and pressing another kiss again. licking on the tender spot and another soft moan emits from your lips and toji wonders if you can make the same noise again if his lips would kiss your other parts...

the time didn't bother him when he slowly undresses you. beginning to lower the straps of your sundress and pulling it down in your chest area until you were bare in front of him minus your underwear. your bra holding your soft breasts and that cute panties you're wearing is already damp.

he began to kiss your chest, his lips stopping in your stomach to nibble the flesh there. sucking and trapping it between his teeth before reaching to your fat mound. his breathing getting shallow, once he smells you. almost drooling at the sight of your pussy lips inviting him to take a taste. he presses his nose to your pussy still protected by your panties.

the sudden contact made your body involuntarily jump and toji had to hold your thick thighs to stop your drugged body to stop squirming.

his eyes almost roll when his brain registered the scent of your pussy. inhaling your scent through the pesky fabric and toji moves your panties aside. admiring your fat pussy and he can see the cute clit of yours throb and slick is already dripping from your aching hole.

he raises your thigh to place in his shoulder. rubbing the soft flesh in his cheek and bestowing a chaste kiss to it before sucking the flesh. careful not to leave any marks that will reveal of the unwanted deed he had done. you remain still. motionless aside from the sudden jerk of your body responding to his physical exertions to your body.

“you're dripping wet for me, darling.”he mutters. his eyes half-lidded and a nonchalant chuckle spills in his lips. staring at your fat pussy waiting to be taken care by him.

“now, now. daddy's taking care of you.” he says. pulling your panties down and putting it aside. spreading your pussy lips before taking a lick. toji groans at your taste. “no wonder that brat's pussydrunk.” diving back again to your slick cunt getting wetter the more his tongue flicks up and down. catching the wetness with his tongue and although involuntarily your body began to react with his licks.

toji buries his face in between your legs deeper. wanting to get more of that goodness being produced by your sweet cunt. if he'd known sooner, he would have taken you away from his son and make you his. warms his bed and your mouth ready for fucking and this fat pussy of yours, wet and warm to nest his cock inside you.

you remain asleep. your chest fluttering in response to the pleasure of your cunt being licked. it's almost making out with your pussy from how toji frantically catches the drops of your arousal. the translucent wetness settling in his tongue that will sure linger in his mouth for days.

your boyfriend's father begin to ponder. how long it has been since he'd gone down on someone. clearly, it was that long that he can't even remember and you coming to the pictures and with the opportunity of being able to taste you. it tells him to get back at it with an exception. you're the only one who can receive it. such a shame you're sedated. he's quite curious of what sounds you can produce from him fucking your brains out. you're not the screamer, he knows that. it's not the first time he had catched you and his son being frisky but he's sure he can bring the noises you never knew existed.

your legs shakes in his shoulders, a sign of your impending orgasm and your wetness in his tongue increasing that he had to swallow and slurp that goodness coming from you. his tongue flicking back and forth to your folds and sucking your cute little clit. he proves that he still is the expert of making someone cum with his tongue and he's not rusty like he thinks he is.

“good girl.” he praises you as he detaches his mouth to your fat cunt. licking his lips to brush the remnants of your cum that is coating his lips.

his emerald eyes staring at your body. asleep and snoring softly. your chest getting back to it's regular rhythm after being bestowed by an orgasm that a father could give to his son's girlfriend.

he contemplates for a bit if he should fuck you but what about when you wake up. he's sure there would be the familiar sting in between your legs and he doesn't know if you have his son the consent of allowing him to touch you while asleep. that would be a problem. should he use your mouth? ah, clearly not. his sight darts to your thighs and it's going to be good like your hole. that's settled then.

he hoists your legs up. grabbing your ankles as he leaves a trail of kisses in your chunky calves. he's already rock hard and his cock is uncomfortably pressing in his boxers. he tugs his pants down followed by his boxers. his burly cock slapping in his abdomen. its tip red and angry. pre-cum already beading in the tip and toji groans. spitting in his palm to lubricate your thighs before putting his cock in.

“needs to get your thighs lubricated, princess.” the rough and calloused texture of his palm rubbing through your inner thighs. after getting your thighs wet and lubricated. he slowly slides his cock and there's a deep rumble coming from his throat similar to a growl.

“s—shit!” he curses out. feeling the sparks of desire moving upwards to his cock and to the pit of his stomach. if your thick thighs is already this good, how could it be much better if he's going to fuck your pussy. he keeps your thighs together. slowly thrusting his burly cock between your creamy thighs. reveling in the softness of your flesh and how his cock is being squeezed by this heavenly goodness. he should steal you from megumi now. he could sacrifice his relationship with his son for this body of yours.

fuck!

he promised to himself that he would not leave any evidence of your body being touched by him, however his resolve dissolves as the minute goes by. what once and steady pace he's going now isn't going to cut it.

he hugs your legs. his hips speeding up to slam his cock to your thighs faster. he's going rougher and deeper that his balls slaps to the back of your thighs. his muscular thighs also adding the obscene sound of skin being slapped together. the sound echoing in his bedroom and he's sure it can be heard outside. he didn't care though. he's close. ready to burst his seed at any moment.

his semen trickling down your thighs as it's being milked everytime it disappears in between your thighs. although he's working through his orgasm, toji is mesmerized from how your body moves. imitating his thrusts as your body jiggles. the layers of stomach are turning into ripples as his rough thrusts turns to be harsher than the last. you're still sleeping soundly though.

his hips stutter, before slamming with a brutal strength. growling as he released buckets of cums in your thighs. spilling in your thighs and watch droplets of his cum stain your dress and decorating your round stomach. that was fucking intense. the best of thigh fucking he ever experienced and he can't wait to pound your poor, fat pussy until you cry.

he puts your legs down and he takes a moment to memorize your every inch of your body until his gaze landed in your face. he's glad you didn't wake up or else there would be trouble. he fixes himself before going to his bedstand. grabbing the box of tissues and wiping your thighs clean and to your stomach. what a waste. he thinks to himself. he could be pablo picasso or some shit from how he painted your body with his cum.

he tugs the hem of your dress and puts your panty. pressing a kiss to your fat mound and with that he carries you back to the couch and pretends he didn't taste and fucked his son's girlfriend's thighs.

just as he's about to settle in his couch. the door swung open. his brat, bored as ever in his expression. softening as his gaze meeting his girlfriend sleeping on the couch.

he ignores his son and pretends he's focused on the television while takes a drink from his beer like he didn't experienced the best sex of his life although it's just your thighs. it won't be too long before he can bed you. he just have to be patient for now.

you wake up to the scent of megumi's colonge. your head on his lap as you clear the fog in your head. blinking softly as you adjust your sight to your surroundings.

“megumi?” your boyfriend hums. caressing your cheek and the first thing you noticed when you moved is how your thighs felt sticky. you're confused did megumi touched you while you're asleep in his dad's couch?

“did you—” megumi's brows furrows in confusion and seeing the look in his face. you shaked your head. “nevermind.”

“you fell asleep.” megumi commented. “i don't remember falling asleep.” you shrugged as you eyed the glass of water resting in the coffee table.

“stay the night.” he muttered and you nod. sitting up to get closer to him and megumi wraps around your soft middle. almost sitting in his lap before pressing a kiss to his cheek. your boyfriend returning it to your forehead. not minding that his father is only a few seats apart.

he wouldn't admit it but seeing you lovey-dovey and shit with his son, he's jealous. what is he? a fucking teenager? it almost puts a damp in his mood but who cares he almost fucked his son's girlfriend and won't be too long before he can do it again minus the sedatives. get a taste of his cock and you're leaving his son in a heartbeat despite the loyalty shit you have for him.

glancing, a smirk dances in his lips. he just have to wait again to get a taste of you again.

a good father he is.

thinking about men who are obsessed with big girls.

☆ — men who love the stretch marks on your hips, thighs, tummy, ass, tits, and arms. you call them weird when they plant their face in between your plump breasts as you're cuddling. but the affection they show towards what you call "flaws" is genuine and heartening.

☆ — men who makes it their habit to help you apply your lotion to your body after your shower. they have you laying on a towel on your stomach and they rub it all over your skin. "i like it when your skin feels soft and smooth." they answer when you ask them why they like to put lotion on your body. in reality it's because they want to explore your chubby body with their hands. fingers rubbing circles onto your skin and groping on the fat flesh on your love handles.

☆ — when they get agitated by something and you're near by them, they wrap their arm around your waist and squeeze your tummy. jiggling it in their hand as they're trying to assess a problem that's making them irritated in their head.

☆ — men who love it when you wear crop tops that show off your tummy, shorts that barely go over your ass and leave some cheek hanging out, and body hugging dresses (without the shapewear). especially when you're at the pool wearing a two piece swimsuit.

nsfw under the cut!

☆ — men who can't control themselves when you ride them reverse cowgirl and your round ass cheeks are recoiling each time you slam your pussy down on his dick. his eyes are darkened yet focused on your ass because, fuck, the sight of them jiggling and clapping when they hit his skin is mesmerizing. "god... you do that so good baby. riding my cock like that, oh fuck." there's sticky strings of white attached to your pussy and on his cock. your head is tossed back and mouth is singing a chorus of squeaky moans from his cock ramming into your sweet spot. he smacks you on your ass repeatedly till the skin is stinging and it gets sore.

☆ — men who like to fuck you when you're on your stomach. this position is their favorite because they have control over the pace and they get a view of your body jiggling by their hard thrusts. he has his right arm wrapped under your tummy and gripping the fat on your waist. the left one is squeezing your breast and pinching your nipples. he likes that he could toss you around on the bed and fuck you hard enough that you're seeing stars. "can't talk anymore baby eh? did i make- fuck- make you go dumb?"

☆ — men who get excited when you get on your knees and take his big cock into your mouth. your fingers can barely connect around the base of it and you make an effort in swallowing his full length down your throat. your head tilted back shows him the bulge and it drives him crazy that you could do that. "mmm, fuck, mm, just like that. i love that shit baby." he thrusts his hips forward and bullies his dick in your mouth like he does when he's in your pussy. your head game has his legs shaking and balls tightening up when he's getting close to cumming. he tells you stop so he could come on your face, but you hold him by his thighs and lower your mouth on his shaft. your throat flexes around his dick, and he breaks, he releases a heavy load down your throat. just when he thought you couldn't get any nastier you swallow it and fondle his balls.

☆ — men who want for you to sit your pussy down on their face when they eat you out. their pointed nose rubbing at your clit with their long tongue wiggling inside of you. you're going numb when they jostle their head around. he gives your ass gentle smacks as you slowly start to rock your hips on his face. you can't help yourself though, it just feels so good. he makes a gesture for you stop, and he lifts the hood of your clit up, then his tongue flicks rapidly to the hard bud. a shudder crashes through your body, as you whimper and tangle your fingers in his hair. pulling at the strands when you bring his face closer and grind your hips again on his face. "daddy, daddy, i'm going to cum, daddy! m'ohh, ahh, hm!" you whine. you feel a tightness in your stomach at the same time your body is lifted up and you're on the bed with your head on the mattress and rest of your body hoisted up in the air. your feet are touching your shoulders. you look up to see him fucking his tongue into your pussy. in between short breaths, out of his mouth are the words, "come on baby, make this pretty pussy come on my tongue." and your hole clenches around his tongue, a stream of your juices spurt onto his face and drip down your body. his mouth pulls off from your mound smacking his wet lips and tasting yourself on his mouth.

☆ — men who after they're done fucking you they cuddle with you on the bed and just feel all over your body. their hands caress your soft skin and grope on your breasts. his deep voice is whispering praises, appreciations, and assurances into your ear. "i love you so much baby," "you're so fucking beautiful." "don't worry honey i'm not going anywhere." no matter the size of you, they carry you into the shower and help you wash off the body fluids. still they murmur appreciation for your existence as they clean you.

(jjk) gojo, TOJI, NANAMI, geto, choso, sukuna, (kny) TENGEN, RENGOKU, sanemi, (aot) jean, EREN, ERWIN, connie, (tokyo rev) mikey, kakucho, DRAKEN, HANMA, TAIJU, baji, ran, rindou, (marvel) MIGUEL O'HARA, steve rogers, bucky barnes, any of your favs! ♡

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Ramadan is coming up and I can’t stress enough how much Palestinians have never got the chance to experience one normal Ramadan for 75years

You may not have been subjected to this, but as a person from an Arabic country, every Ramadan from every year there’s always headlines of Israeli iof soldiers or Israeli extremist settlers attacking Palestinians during Ramadan, especially Palestinian worshipers trying to pray in the al aqsa mosque

It’s happens almost every single year

Ramadan is suppoused to be Muslim people’s month of worship, of Baraka and it is very important to Muslim people

But Palestinians never ever experienced a normal Ramadan because Israel attacks them Viciously

Almost

Every

Single

Fucking

Year

And I will dare and say that Israel does it on purpose, it does it every Ramadan on purpose

And now, this year, with Ramadan being only a few weeks away, I doubt that they’ll have a normal Ramadan, not in the West Bank, and not in Gaza

All what I have to say here is that Israel will still follow this trend, something bad is gonna happen this Ramadan, keep an eye on Palestine during Ramadan

how you can help palestine

*i regularly update this post with any new info i find so please always reblog the original post*

Donations

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‼️ help buy e-sims for people in gaza

donate to get food packages to gaza - care for gaza

donate direct aid to gaza - ehab rida (longtime activist and volunteer, has been carrying out donations and humanitarian projects in gaza since 2021)

palestine children's relief fund

world food programme

aid to gaza - taawon/bank of palestine

help gaza’s children

female hygiene kits for gaza - pious project

donate to UNRWA

urgent humanitarian aid to palestinians - anera

medical aid for palestinians

urgent support for medical professionals in gaza

donate to ahmed (@/90-ghost on tumblr)

he is born, raised and based in gaza. please help him reach his goal of $50K to get his family to safety across the rafah border into egypt. as of right now… it’s $7.5K per person to evacuate gaza.

help journalist yousef escape gaza to treat his cancer

help mohamed evacuate gaza to get treatment for himself and his daughter

support palestinians: buy a keffiyeh from the last and only factory in palestine - hirbawi

secondary donations:

click to donate - arab.org

emergency relief for gaza - pious projects

palestine red crescent society

save palestine - islamic relief canada

send medical supplies to gaza - palestinian american medical association

help bring down israel's weapon trade - palaction

donate for the recovery of hisham awartani

one of the three palestinian students shot by a racist in vermont for wearing kufiyas and speaking arabic. hisham’s injuries have left him paralysed from below the chest.

Petitions

‼️ urge icj to invite gazan journalists to testify

international cultural workers to strike from german cultural institutions for their complicity in oppressing palestinians and promoting genocide - strike germany

petition to investigate war crimes committed by israeli military

demand ceasefire - amnesty international

open call for immediate ceasefire

american government call for immediate ceasefire

american government to stop funding israeli military

ceasefire and increase humanitarian assistance - oxfam au

petition to get canva to address their pro-israel stance

invoke the genocide convention to call for ceasefire in gaza - world beyond war

suspend israel from international sports - diem25

UK to expel israeli ambassador - change.org

gaza healthcare workers for nobel peace prize - change.org

teachers around the world demand ceasefire - teachers for palestine

president whitten: reinstate samia halaby retrospective NOW - action network

demand the immediate release of mansour shouman

location specific petitions

gaza call for lasting ceasefire - oxfam (UK)

end israeli occupation - parliament uk (UK)

email your MP - medical aid for palestine (UK)

protect gaza civilians - islamic relief (UK)

stop fuelling genocide - action network (USA)

@ biden: call for ceasefire now - move on (USA)

ceasefirenow.com - jewishvoiceofpeace (USA)

call congress and demand a ceasefire - uscpr (USA - they provide a script of what you should say, so don't worry about it)

note: you can call everyday. they tally the number of calls per issue. so more calls = higher chance for them to take action. p.s. you mainly go to voicemail so don’t worry about phone call anxiety. fight through it just this once please.

no forced displacement! - action network

australia call on israel to stop attacking palestinians - apan (AUS)

immediate ceasefire and increase in humanitarian aid in gaza - actionaid (AUS)

email your MPs - stand with palestine (AUS)

‼️ australian senate to investigate australian citizens in the IDF for war crimes allegations - fpm (AUS)

‼️ arms embargo on israel - cjpme (CANADA)

sign to send letter to MP for ceasefire - nccm (CANADA)

ceasefire now! - ijv (CANADA)

call on your local mayor and council to demand ceasefire - LeadNow (CANADA)

cessez-le-feu et un couloir humanitaire - le mouvement (FRANCE)

écrivez aux député-es et sénateurs-trices - association france palestine solidarité (FRANCE)

write to your député - assemblée nationale (FRANCE)

skydda civilbefolkningen i gaza! - mittskifte (SWEDEN)

singaporeans call for immediate ceasefire (SIN)

contact your elected reps and demand a ceasefire (GERMANY)

write to the EU demanding a ceasefire (EUROPE)

template of letters you can send (EU)

guide on how to contact your MPs in EU

p.s. if the template is outdated, just use it as a guide and add a few sentences here and there that reflect the current situation. i can’t find any recent templates so :/ at least this is something

multiple actions you can take to help palestine - plant een olifbloom (NETHERLANDS)

includes: links for donations, emails to MP, emails to media, links to petitions and demonstrations

den haag, maak nú werk van vrede in israël/Palestina - the right forum (NETHERLANDS)

māori call for palestine - ourActionStation (NZ)

deem israeli actions as war crimes - NZ parliament/pāremata aotearoa (NZ)

basta ao genocídio em Gaza! - awaaz (BRAZIL)

globo e grande mídia, parem de desumanizar civis palestinos - the intercept (BRAZIL)

Campaigns

‼️ justice for palestine

reach out to countries to back up south africa’s invoke genocide convention at the ICJ

‼️ international criminal court

submit evidences of israeli war crimes

friends of al-aqsa

❥ UK-specific

urge your MP to speak up for palestine

hands off al-aqsa

stop administrative detention

petition for UK to stop arming israel

❥ International

boycott puma — email them to end their partnership with israel

boycott coca-cola

islamic relief canada

urge your MP to rally for ceasefire

decolonise palestine

poster campaign to raise awareness on the war crimes being committed against palestinians

text/call campaign for people living in USA

text RESIST @ 50409 to send a letter to your representatives to pass HR3103–a bill that prohibits tax dollars from going to israel

download 5Calls app to contact members of your congress | (more info)

fax campaign for people in the USA

go on this website to send 5 free faxes per day

here’s a link to a pre-written fax copy you can download to send (the first link on the linktree)

here’s a video that explains how to fax your senator (it’s very easy and all you need is a valid email address)

‼️ BDS movement

get involved in boycotting companies associated with israel

palestine diaspora network

global strike guide - join the global strike!

please let me know if you have any more links. i will add them in. and please reblog the original post!!

UPCOMING PROTESTS

PALESTINIAN LITERATURE READING LIST

PALESTINIAN BUSINESSES

them as a boyfriend headcanons with gojo and naoya?

ive never written for gojo readers before but i really hope you like this! 😭 <3

jujutsu kaisen headcanons | your boyfriend is who??

⋆✮↪ gojo satoru and zenin naoya

*⁀➷ WHEN HE PLANS DATES…

SATORU goes all out. while he doesn’t recognize the full extent of his financial privilege, this man knows he has money, and he’s only ever spent it on you, himself, and a few close friends. in that order. time for leisure is rare for jujutsu sorcerers, but on those rare occasions when his schedule aligns with yours, satoru dedicates twenty-four hours to you alone. you want to buy something from the mall? say less. you want to eat at a high-end restaurant? he’s already on the phone. satoru relishes in the feeling of not having to worry about work. with you, he can be a normal man.

NAOYA only settles for excellent quality and nothing less. the second you tell him you’re available on the weekend, he’s booking a table at the most expensive restaurant in the city, buying a designer dress to match his suit, and ordering a giant bouquet that will be delivered to your house. it’s a little overwhelming but you’re unsurprised by your boyfriend’s gaudy preferences. naoya was severely spoiled since birth, so of course it follows him into adulthood. you can’t tell if it’s a blessing or a curse that you ended up with the most insufferable man in the zenin family. 

*⁀➷ WHEN YOU ARE SICK…

SATORU immediately takes time off work to take care of you. he can continue changing the world of jujutsu another day. right now, his lady is sick and satoru needs to come home as soon as possible. and he does, but not before buying things from the store first. it’s just some groceries and painkillers to get you through the week, but the way he treats you with nothing but tenderness and care makes you swoon. sure he's not the best cook in the world, but he keeps you nice and fed. you also love how he lightens up the mood with playful banter.

NAOYA pretends to hate taking care of you. if it was anyone else, there's no doubt that naoya would be laughing at their misfortune. but it’s you, and you weren’t just anyone to him. so naoya bites down his pride and decides to play doctor. he checks your temperature every once in a while, refills your water, and orders that all windows must remain open to allow air to circulate within the estate. although he complains about how you’re wasting his time and how you’ll definitely get him sick, you don’t miss the worry in his words. it's sweet.

*⁀➷ WHEN YOU ARE UPSET…

SATORU is absolutely distraught. the last thing any man wants to see is his girlfriend’s beautiful, tear-stained face all red and puffy from crying over god knows what. and it’s impossible to hide things from satoru. he will know something is wrong once he sees your wet eyes and wobbly smile. although his initial plan for the day was to take you to the strawberry festival, satoru settles for something more intimate, like a movie night! when you ask him why the change in mind, he only scoops you up in his arms to plant kisses all over your face.

NAOYA doesn’t notice at first. snarky comments are part of your dynamic, so he doesn’t think twice about aggravating your pissy attitude. which was a huge mistake. he’s never made you cry before. he doesn’t think he ever would, but he’s proven wrong when the tethers of your patience snap before his eyes, leaving him with a mess of emotions unfamiliar to him. to say that he’s stunned is an understatement. in that moment, naoya realizes he hates when you cry. you hardly register the rough pads of his thumbs wiping your cheeks.

(masterlist)

how you can help palestine

*i regularly update this post with any new info i find so please always reblog the original post*

Donations

donations currently reaching gaza:

‼️ help buy e-sims for people in gaza

donate to get food packages to gaza - care for gaza

donate direct aid to gaza - ehab rida (longtime activist and volunteer, has been carrying out donations and humanitarian projects in gaza since 2021)

palestine children's relief fund

world food programme

aid to gaza - taawon/bank of palestine

help gaza’s children

female hygiene kits for gaza - pious project

donate to UNRWA

urgent humanitarian aid to palestinians - anera

medical aid for palestinians

urgent support for medical professionals in gaza

donate to ahmed (@/90-ghost on tumblr)

he is born, raised and based in gaza. please help him reach his goal of $50K to get his family to safety across the rafah border into egypt. as of right now… it’s $7.5K per person to evacuate gaza.

help journalist yousef escape gaza to treat his cancer

help mohamed evacuate gaza to get treatment for himself and his daughter

support palestinians: buy a keffiyeh from the last and only factory in palestine - hirbawi

secondary donations:

click to donate - arab.org

emergency relief for gaza - pious projects

palestine red crescent society

save palestine - islamic relief canada

send medical supplies to gaza - palestinian american medical association

help bring down israel's weapon trade - palaction

donate for the recovery of hisham awartani

one of the three palestinian students shot by a racist in vermont for wearing kufiyas and speaking arabic. hisham’s injuries have left him paralysed from below the chest.

Petitions

‼️ urge icj to invite gazan journalists to testify

international cultural workers to strike from german cultural institutions for their complicity in oppressing palestinians and promoting genocide - strike germany

petition to investigate war crimes committed by israeli military

demand ceasefire - amnesty international

open call for immediate ceasefire

american government call for immediate ceasefire

american government to stop funding israeli military

ceasefire and increase humanitarian assistance - oxfam au

petition to get canva to address their pro-israel stance

invoke the genocide convention to call for ceasefire in gaza - world beyond war

suspend israel from international sports - diem25

UK to expel israeli ambassador - change.org

gaza healthcare workers for nobel peace prize - change.org

teachers around the world demand ceasefire - teachers for palestine

president whitten: reinstate samia halaby retrospective NOW - action network

demand the immediate release of mansour shouman

location specific petitions

gaza call for lasting ceasefire - oxfam (UK)

end israeli occupation - parliament uk (UK)

email your MP - medical aid for palestine (UK)

protect gaza civilians - islamic relief (UK)

stop fuelling genocide - action network (USA)

@ biden: call for ceasefire now - move on (USA)

ceasefirenow.com - jewishvoiceofpeace (USA)

call congress and demand a ceasefire - uscpr (USA - they provide a script of what you should say, so don't worry about it)

note: you can call everyday. they tally the number of calls per issue. so more calls = higher chance for them to take action. p.s. you mainly go to voicemail so don’t worry about phone call anxiety. fight through it just this once please.

no forced displacement! - action network

australia call on israel to stop attacking palestinians - apan (AUS)

immediate ceasefire and increase in humanitarian aid in gaza - actionaid (AUS)

email your MPs - stand with palestine (AUS)

‼️ australian senate to investigate australian citizens in the IDF for war crimes allegations - fpm (AUS)

‼️ arms embargo on israel - cjpme (CANADA)

sign to send letter to MP for ceasefire - nccm (CANADA)

ceasefire now! - ijv (CANADA)

call on your local mayor and council to demand ceasefire - LeadNow (CANADA)

cessez-le-feu et un couloir humanitaire - le mouvement (FRANCE)

écrivez aux député-es et sénateurs-trices - association france palestine solidarité (FRANCE)

write to your député - assemblée nationale (FRANCE)

skydda civilbefolkningen i gaza! - mittskifte (SWEDEN)

singaporeans call for immediate ceasefire (SIN)

contact your elected reps and demand a ceasefire (GERMANY)

write to the EU demanding a ceasefire (EUROPE)

template of letters you can send (EU)

guide on how to contact your MPs in EU

p.s. if the template is outdated, just use it as a guide and add a few sentences here and there that reflect the current situation. i can’t find any recent templates so :/ at least this is something

multiple actions you can take to help palestine - plant een olifbloom (NETHERLANDS)

includes: links for donations, emails to MP, emails to media, links to petitions and demonstrations

den haag, maak nú werk van vrede in israël/Palestina - the right forum (NETHERLANDS)

māori call for palestine - ourActionStation (NZ)

deem israeli actions as war crimes - NZ parliament/pāremata aotearoa (NZ)

basta ao genocídio em Gaza! - awaaz (BRAZIL)

globo e grande mídia, parem de desumanizar civis palestinos - the intercept (BRAZIL)

Campaigns

‼️ justice for palestine

reach out to countries to back up south africa’s invoke genocide convention at the ICJ

‼️ international criminal court

submit evidences of israeli war crimes

friends of al-aqsa

❥ UK-specific

urge your MP to speak up for palestine

hands off al-aqsa

stop administrative detention

petition for UK to stop arming israel

❥ International

boycott puma — email them to end their partnership with israel

boycott coca-cola

islamic relief canada

urge your MP to rally for ceasefire

decolonise palestine

poster campaign to raise awareness on the war crimes being committed against palestinians

text/call campaign for people living in USA

text RESIST @ 50409 to send a letter to your representatives to pass HR3103–a bill that prohibits tax dollars from going to israel

download 5Calls app to contact members of your congress | (more info)

fax campaign for people in the USA

go on this website to send 5 free faxes per day

here’s a link to a pre-written fax copy you can download to send (the first link on the linktree)

here’s a video that explains how to fax your senator (it’s very easy and all you need is a valid email address)

‼️ BDS movement

get involved in boycotting companies associated with israel

palestine diaspora network

global strike guide - join the global strike!

please let me know if you have any more links. i will add them in. and please reblog the original post!!

UPCOMING PROTESTS

PALESTINIAN LITERATURE READING LIST

PALESTINIAN BUSINESSES

𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐏𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ! 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

—jjk men and the positions they fuck you in

featuring: gojo, toji, nanami, choso, geto

content: smut, praise, ass slapping, belly bulge, breeding, hair pulling, degradation, cervix touching mention.. n more

𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨. Doggy style

There’s just something about having you on your hands and knees that Gojo loves. His hands on your hips as he pounded roughly into you, black blindfold covering his crazed eyes at the feeling of his thick cock thrusting into your sopping cunt.

You were moaning loudly, sweat coating your forehead as Gojo’s hips slammed onto your ass. His length grazing against your gummy walls before finding itself deep. You mewled. “Satoru, feels so good.” Whimpering shakily when you felt his tip pressing into your g spot, his heavy balls hitting your sensitive clit with each movement.

“Nnhg- ah, S-satoru,” you cried, your lips parting in heavy breaths and mewls as Gojo rutted into you like there was no tomorrow. A grin on his face when one hand reached up for your hair. Pulling your head up and forcing you to look at your slut out face in the mirror.

“Look at yourself.” he grinned, “such a pretty little slut f’me hmm?” Watching as you watched yourself with teary eyes. Your tits bouncing lewdly as you gripped the bed’s sheets harder. “Taking my cock so fucking well.” His large hand kneading at the flesh of your ass before landing his hand down onto it.

A choked cry escaping your mouth as you clenched down on him. Your eyes rolling back and your toes curling as Gojo molded your pussy on his cock. “Sa-tor— haah” you let out a moan when Gojo leaned down to press his back against yours.

The new found position allowing him to fuck you even deeper, heat filling your body at the building coil in your stomach. Gojo’s breath was hot on your ear when he groaned, “Come on slutty girl, make a mess on me, yeah?”

You nodded with a silent scream when Gojo’s hot tongue met your neck, his hand in your hair still forcing you to make eye contact with your reflection as you came undone. Your back arching deep and your body shaking as you gushed around his cock. A cocky smirk plastered on his face watching you squirt around him, his fast pace never slowing down.

“One more.”

𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢. Full nelson

It started off as something he simply wanted to try, quickly becoming his favorite position to manhandle your body into when he wanted to use your pussy. Lifting you up onto him. Whether he was sitting or standing, bending your legs back onto his shoulders with his arms under your knees. Using your smaller body as his personal breeding fleshlight.

Forcing your pussy on and off his fat cock till you were crying at how deep he was. His tip almost pushing past your cervix entrance as he fucked you on him. Effortlessly using your wetness to stroke his dick.

“To-jiii— nngh, ‘s too much- you’re so deep,” you mewled, your cries shaky as the older man’s cock pierced your insides. Toji groaned with a smirk, bringing your hips flush down harshly onto his cock. The underside of your ass slamming against his hips as he messily fucked into you.

“Such a good pocket pussy for me.” he groaned, his veiny cock rubbing hard against your slippery walls. “Slutty pussy is so fucking tight.” he rasped, his deep voice hot in your ear making you clench down with a cry.

“Tojiii— ahh, ‘m cumming.” you sobbed, screaming out with a hiccup as pleasurable tears stained your cheeks. Your stomach tightening with the outline of the man’s tip bulging through. Toji thrusting up mercilessly into you with a grunt. “Go ahead. Fuck. Squeezing me so fucking tight, gonna break this pussy on my cock.”

His eyes dark as you fell apart. Your puffy eyes rolled back with loud sobs, your body spasming and your toes curling as you breathed heavily. Head falling back into Toji’s neck as you fell off the edge. Pussy gushing messily onto his still thrusting cock.

Toji grinned sadistically, “There we go. Hmm, think you can let out one more f’me?” Knowing very well he’d force one out of you even if you said no.

𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢. Riding

Loves to have you ride him. Thinking you’re in charge as you moved your hips back and forth. Moaning and whimpering loudly as you simultaneously stimulated your clit near the base of his cock. You were so tired, you just couldn’t grind against that spot that you needed so bad.

“Kentooo— need your help, make me cum, please.” Nanami smiled teasingly, “My baby can’t make herself come on her own now can she?”

You let out a whine, eyes tearing up with a pout as you began to bounce on him. “Uh uh, need you Kento— please daddy.”

Nanami smiled, “My pleasure sweetheart.” Grabbing hold of your hips to still your rhythmless movements. Pressing a kiss to your lips before guiding your hips up and down his cock, thrusting roughly up into you making you cry out.

His dick fucking messily into your wet cunt, your mouth hung open in loud moans as he effortlessly slammed up into you just how you needed it. You mewled, “K-ken.. nnhg, Kento— haah, so good.”

Your whimpers were shaky as your boyfriend did all the work for you. His thick cock grazing harshly against your gummy walls as it stretched you out, stuffing your tight pussy to the max. “Daddy,” you breathed, your eyes rolling back as you felt yourself getting close.

Head fuzzy as you became a mess on him. Nanami’s large hand reaching up to grab your chin. “Look at me when you cum sweetheart.” Your glassy eyes meeting his as you fell apart, body trembling when Nanami helped you grind along his thighs.

A broken mewl leaving your mouth as you creamed his cock, clenching down on him with a string of moans.

Nanami grunted. “That’s it. Good girl, give me another one hmm?”

𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨. Missionary

He’s a simple man. As long as he is able to touch you while looking at your pretty face then he’s happy. His hips rutting sloppily into you as he moaned and whined. His movements rough and fast as he got lost in the tight wetness of your slippery cunt.

His eyes filled with want, watching lovingly as you moaned his name. “You’re so t-tight baby— nnhg, feel so good around my cock,” he moaned. Pressing sloppy kisses all over your face with his hand kneading the soft flesh of your breasts. Leaning down to latch his hot tongue around your pert nipple, swirling his tongue around the bud with a groan.

“Baby,” Choso whined, “Sooo good— so tight, ahh- so wet.” Moaning loudly when your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging at fluffy black strands as his hips rolled into yours.

“Ch-oso— ah, choso baby. So good.” you cried out, your pussy clenching down hard onto him and your back arching. A shaky whimper leaving both your mouths when your eyes met. Your moans competing with his as you both reached your highs.

Touching as much of each other as you could. Your sweaty bodies pressed onto each other in a room filled with lewd noises.

“Chosoo—“ you mewled, “ ‘M close.”

Choso whimpered when you clenched down on his cock. “Mhm? Cum with me okay baby? Fuck— please cum with me.” he cried out, his thrusts becoming uncoordinated as you both let each other’s name slip past your lips. Moaning and whimpering into each other before you were both shaking.

“You there baby?” Choso mewled, “Please tell me you’re there.”

You nodded, “Uh huh— ahh, ‘m there baby.”

You’re both cumming after that, Choso’s eyes closed and his lips parted in short moans while your eyes rolled back in a silent scream. Gushing onto his cock as Choso bottomed out inside you, stilling his cock deep into your heat before spilling his warm cum.

Both of you panting hard as he fucked you through your high. Choso intoxicated at the way you were becoming stuffed full. “Don’t wanna stop yet baby. One more.”

𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨. Cowgirl

Puts you on him in cowgirl position. Watching with a satisfied smirk as you rode him to orgasm. His hands behind his head against his headboard, his eyes swirling with lust as you bounced on his cock with the roll of your hips.

Whimpering loudly as your nails raked down his chest. Frothy ring of wetness forming at the base of his cock, your sopping pussy dripping down onto his thighs as you fucked yourself deep. Crying out shakily when you felt his rounded tip hitting rapidly into your gummy spot. The sensation making you throw back your head with a mewl.

“Suguru— nnhg, so good.” Your head falling back as you rut your hips desperately onto him, your pussy messily gushing onto his skin. “Sugu- ahh, Suguru,” your eyes glassed over with tears as your cunt was stuffed full of his girth.

Geto hummed, “Look at you, such a good little thing for me aren’t ya?” His smirk widening when you could only moan in response, tightening down on him as your body trembled.

“Suguru. ‘M so close.” you mewled, your breathing heavy with your movements becoming uncoordinated. Digging your nails past the barrier of his skin as your back arched, a string of cries falling past your swollen lips.

“Come on pretty,” he groaned, “doing so well, make a mess on my cock yeah?”

“H-haah, nnhg— sugu,” The coil in your stomach snapping as your eyes met your boyfriend’s with a shiver. Mewling loudly at the sight of his pierced lip between his teeth. His chest rising and falling as your cunt tightened.

“That’s it baby, let it out.”

His deep voice was enough to have you falling apart, messily creaming his cock.

“There we go, ‘m sure you can take one more. Don’t stop.”

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Jujutsu Kaisen Men + Twitter Links

A/n idk if you guys can tell but im literally running out of ideas on how to describe the videos😭

Toji, Gojo, Nanami, Choso

Toji fushiguro

Slapping your pussy while you squirt then fucking you

This shit SCREAMS Toji.

Fucking your cunt with his fingers

Pounding the shit out of you

He does shit like this.

Shoving his cock in your mouth

Gojo Satoru

Jerking him off and sucking his cock

Making you squirt then fucking you (pornhub link)

Fingering you while your tied up

Fingering you while your jerking him off

Pounding his slutty maid

He just loves making you squirt

Nanami Kento

Fucking you from behind with a buttplug in your ass

Fingering you while your jerking him off

Pounding you hard from behind

Prone bone with him

This just reminds me of him

Choso Kamo

Riding him on the couch

He loves licking your pussy

Playing with your clit while he fucks you slow

Fingering your ass while you ride him

Fucking you in different positions

Fucking you from behind in a skirt

Bouncing on his cock

AN ARMOUR'S EMBRACE ⋆·˚ ༘ *

PAIRING: Commander! Satoru, Archmage! Reader

WC: 1k+

CW: fluff, slight angst, smut, clit stimulation (a lot), possessiveness, body worship, soft!dom obsessed Satoru (🥹)

SYNOPSIS: Your husband doesn’t like you putting yourself in danger but what happens when you disobey him and disguise yourself as one of his comrades.

a/n: Hello everyone, I wrote this after a really long while. Thank you for the likes on the previous fic that I wrote months back. Here’s another one because I miss my husband. I hope you all are doing great and have a happy read. There might be a part 2 for this.

˚✩ MINORS DO NOT INVOLVE!! ˚✩

Your mana depleted as time went by, and just as you were about to be slashed by the rival, you crouched down in fear, you feared for your life after involving yourself in a battle. You were more dependent on sorcery rather than combat skills. Hearing slashing sounds dying down, you slowly lift your head and recognize your husband, Satoru, staring at you in complete silence yet his stern gaze not leaving you, he crouches down to your level.

“Let’s go back”

He growled and you couldn't argue about it. You had your gaze downcasted dreading, what was coming for you. You felt Satoru pick you up in an instant and mount you on the horse, his arm wrapped around your waist to keep you steady in place before. Holding you close, he rides fast across the fields, back to his castle. Gripping on tight; and as he does, the wind whistles through his silver-white hair.

Later, the gates of the castle were visible from afar and the horse galloped fast. The Lord’s arrival was informed and a signal blew in the distance to open the gates. Reaching the entrance of the castle, you were carefully placed on the ground followed by Satoru dismounting from the horse.

“Everyone is exempted from their duties, a grand buffet is being organised at our victory tomorrow.”

You stood there with your husband who was commanding his knights, you felt small beside him with a long cloak covering your entire body. He dispersed everyone and glanced down lifted you up. The servants and maids bowed to him as he made big strides to the grand halls of the castle, carrying you bridal-style in his arms.

On reaching the chambers, you were set down and Satoru locked the door of the room, you set aside your cloak. Silence filled the room, you swear you wanted to protect Satoru, you hated how he’d have to go away for petty reasons, leaving you behind in the cold castle.

“Satoru I-”

“Why were you there?”

Is the first thing he asks you. You take a deep breath and let it all out.

“Satoru, I wanted to be a part of this battle. I wanted to be of some use to you. I wanted to lessen the burden you have.”

He looked down at you, the frown still on his face.

“Can't you understand how worried I was for you?”

He spoke softly this time, but you heard the underlying sternness in his voice.

Your voice quivered and your bottom lip wobbled a bit, tears welled up in your eyes. You were convinced that he’d punish you for going against him.

Before you could utter anything once again, Satoru approached and grabbed you, pulling you towards him and placing a kiss on your lips. You could sense how eager he is, a swipe of his tongue on your lips and you allow him to explore your mouth. Pulling away with a string of saliva connecting your lips, he hugged you so tight afraid of leaving you. He wipes the tears on your face connecting your foreheads.

“You shouldn’t have been involved in this ordeal.”

You hugged him back, inhaling his scent. He smelled like cold metal.

“It is obvious that a knight’s lady gets involved in such a trivial matter.”

“You aren’t meant to be there!”

He raises his voice a little causing you to flinch. You didn't wish that he perceived you as weak by your own husband. He sighs and picks up a strand of your hair inhaling it deeply and letting out a shaky breath.

“You wouldn’t understand how I felt back there when you were about to be killed. The floor was snached from beneath me at the sight of you kneeling in the middle of the battlefield.”

You felt soft, a spring of bloom raised in your stomach, he wanted you to live in comfort within the castle walls and not involve yourself in such barbaric acts. You cupped his face and gazed into his beautiful sapphire irises.

“I understand Satoru, I’ll be more careful in the future.”

“Good”

Deafening silence filled the room once again, you stood in front of him.

“Are you hurt, princess?”

“H-Huh?? No I’m not, I just have minor scratches here and there.”

“Don’t lie to me! Come here, I’ll inspect it myself. Undress yourself”

His statement left you stunned and speechless. Blush crept on your face and you averted your gaze.

“Are you going to do it or shall I do it myself?”

“Sa-”

Before you could protest, Satoru removed his gloves, slowly closed the distance between you and began to untie the corset of your gown. The flowy fabric which was in place due to the corset came undone and lose, dropping on the floor leaving you behind in the petticoat. He picked you up and set you on the bed. He kneeled beside you, taking off your boots and throwing them somewhere in the room. His hands slowly slid underneath the skirt up to your thighs. He lifted the skirt and saw bruises on your knee. You gulp down nervously and put your hand on your face. A slight bruise was revealed on the knee.

He lowered his head and kissed the wound on the knee, your whole body trembled at the contact.

“S-Satoru.....it doesn’t hurt-”

“But it hurts to me....”

He looked up with worry and a frown on his face.

“This is the last thing I want to see, you getting harmed because of me....I have seen several men massacred on the battlefield, yet I can’t tolerate a single scratch on you.....”

He caressed your cheek with his thumb, his gaze softening at your sight.

“You are an amazing archmage and I believe in you, Princess. It’s just that I can’t see you in pain. I want you to live comfortably without any worry.”

You couldn’t help but admire your husband. So this is love, it melts the heart of the toughest in no time.

“Even if I put myself in danger, I know that you, my husband, will come to save me”

Satoru’s chest filled up with pure warmness, a warm tinge of pride spreading over him whenever you called him your husband.

His eyes widened in shock as you dragged him towards you, but then his breath hitched as he felt your warmth pressing upon his body.

His voice became strained and his eyes glinted with a burning urge.

"I need you... I desperately need you..."

A smile tugged on your lips and you gently cupped his face and kissed him deeply.

Taken aback by your action but soon obliged. He pulled you closer again, mouths colliding in a union leaving you with winds knocked out from the lungs, you had already been covered in a deep blush.

“The things you do to me, Princess. You can’t go back now. I have to have you right now”

There was a dangerous yet possessive glint in his eyes which sent a throbbing sensation between your legs. His presence intoxicating you, he removes his fur coat and the armor. Now, just left in his pants, his body was just perfect, the Gods took their time to sculpt such a body…but…the whole torse was covered in scars from the battles, some were mere cuts and some felt deep and painful. Your heart ached, You shift back on the bed with your face flushed, pressing your thighs together in hopes of getting some friction. You were caught staring at him.

“Like what you see, My Dear Wife?”

Smirking, he pins you down to the bed. Your heart rammed in your chest and a whimper left your lips. You felt like a lamb caught by a wolf which would devour you any minute.

Satoru didn’t waste any time and kissed you roughly, his tongue rougly wandering around inside your mouth. You couldn’t help feel greedy about it widening your legs to make room for him, you pull him closer with your hands laced in his white locks.

“Hah! You are going to be the death of me. Do you want this??”

Too lost in lust, you weren’t able to respond. He grabs your chin making you look upto him, he caresses your cheeks with his thumb.

“Do you want this? We can stop if you don’t want to do it.”

“No, don’t stop please….give me more….”

Satoru kissed your lips again, sucking at your bottom lip. His hands made it’s way on your clothed breasts and started playing with it as you kept kissing.

“This is bothering me!”

He growls and tears apart the last piece of modesty which was hanging on your body. Your shrieked and try to cover yourself but Satoru wasn’t having it, he pinned your arms above your head.

“No hiding from me. Understood!”

His commanding voice was spiralling your head. You quietly obeyed his orders. He sits up on his knees looking at you. The flames of the candles highlighted your beautiful features.

“Princess, you are a godsent. Oh! How I’m lucky to be your husband”

Satoru places a loving kiss on your forehead, your cheeks your nose, your lips. You felt loved, and never wated this feeling to end. Satoru placed several kisses on your neck and bit your sensitive spot. His hands kneading your breasts which peaked in no time. Rolling the twin peaks between his thumb and finger, you shudder and grab onto his shoulder.

“Ahh!…..nngghhh…”

Satoru sucked on your nipples with his tongue swirling around the hardened bud while his other hand rubbed the other mound. He bit your nipple a little causing you to yelp. He pulls away and chuckles.

“I love it when you make such noise.”

He continues with the same treatment to the other

his hands snake down to your underwear touching the damp spot. Your whole body shivered

“Gosh, you are so wet down there and I haven’t even touched you properly. Who would’ve thought my wife would be so needy”

He began rubbing up and down the dampened area before tearing apart your underwear. As expected from a fierce person who can’t do anything gently.

The pink cavern drooling with arousal was a sight to behold. Satoru licked his lips before lowering himself to the mound. His breath fanned over your pussy which made you eager to just smash his face deep into you.

“Satoru….please…please my love do something”

You whine. Satoru let out a chuckle and lifted your legs, He began trailing kisses inside your thighs, riling you up. He reaches at the top stopping and staring at you with a smug expression.

“Spread your legs for me, princess. I wish to see all of it.”

Your juices dripped down on the finest silks. Too embarrassed you tilted your head to the side not wanting to see his face.

“Princess? Look at me, I want your eyes on me all the time”

His voice ever so gentle that it made you tear up. Is it possible for a merciless and a ruthless man to act so gently?

You look at him with a smile forming your lips. Satoru was lost in love and lust. His hand come up to your engorged clit and began circling it slowly.

He continued rubbing your clit with two fingers increasing the speed. He kept assaulting your clit, flicking it, making different patterns and glancing at you to see your reaction. Your face contorted in an erotic expression which made Satoru painfully hard underneath his trousers. You kept quivering under his touch, gripping onto his shoulder

“Nngghhh…aaghh..”

“So this is where you are weak huh?”

He chuckles and slides his fingers from your hole, collecting your drool and rubbing it on your clit. He proceeds to roll your clit between his fingers. You gasp at the feeling wanting more. He removes his hand, leaving you grinding your hips in the air.

“Satoru….why’d you stop”

You look at him with tears of frustration in your eyes, he loved this side of yours, falling apart just for him. Lowering his head, he made an experimental lick at your slit, making you shudder, arching your back and plopping back on the bed.

“Ahh!….”

Satoru spread your lips and continue making small licks all over your pussy. He gently sucked your clit, making out with it. He kept grunting as he kept lapping at your cunt, savouring the taste. You unconsciously pushed him closer which made Satoru bite your clit. You jolted a little. Soon, your lower abdomen tightened along with the thrilling sensation as you clench on the bedsheets tighter with your fists and your back arching deliciously. You reach your high and all your juices sprayed on Satoru’s face. He paused and placed a loving kiss on your clit before pulling away. He looked at you with his pupils dilated, blown with lust. His chin glistening with his saliva and your juices.

“You are so sweet, princess….”

You were catching your breath and was about to sit up, you were laid again on the bed, hovering over you, eyes darkening dangerously.

“Where do you think you are going, princess. I’m not done with you yet!”

♡₊˚⚜️・₊✧ 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝘂𝗸𝘂𝗻𝗮'𝘀 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱'𝘀 𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 ♡₊˚⚜️・₊✧

: ̗̀➛ tropes: fem! reader 𖥔 mdni 𖥔 sukuna is a mafia kingpin 𖥔 teasing grumpy x sunshine 𖥔 pregnancy trope 𖥔 he'll burn the world for you 𖥔 "my wife" 𖥔 he's a great dad 𖥔 mentions of miscarriage 𖥔 mentions of physical and sexual assault 𖥔 mention of parental death 𖥔 major fluff 𖥔 sexual content 𖥔 alternate universe 𖥔 nsfw 𖥔 he loves eating you out 𖥔 anal play (yup.) 𖥔 last warning: mdni!

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: ̗̀➛ notes: no bc i love you all so much. it's insane how much you guys have supported my toji fanfic & and my nanami fanfic. i'll def be writing a part two to both of those masterpieces (yes i have self-confidence). as someone who's always imagined sukuna as a mafia leader, i decided to say fuck it and write it. please leave a comment, like, and reblog! thank you & ily. enjoy! (p.s. pregnancy trope>>>)

You never thought you'd be married to Sukuna Ryomen, let alone carrying his kid again. Yet, four years deep into this forced marital mess, thanks to your father owing a hefty debt to the kingpin of the underworld crime syndicate, here you were.

“Look at you, Mrs. Sukuna, radiant as ever!” chirped one of your husband’s associate's wives. You had studied a name list last night, but it all escaped your memory after you passed out from sheer exhaustion.

Sukuna wasn’t keeping a hawk's eye on you like he used to when you first stepped into the public eye. Gone were the days of his glares if you messed up a name. Never once had he laid a finger on you at home, despite your assumption that forgetfulness would earn you a beating.

“Thank you." You forced a smile at the woman, your patience waning as the mayor's birthday party stretched on. It was almost the end of the night, and your feet were protesting from traipsing around in flats. All you craved at that moment was your bed, pronto.

The woman and her husband attempted to capture Sukuna's lukewarm attention through political discussions and expressing gratitude for the illegal artillery shipments from your husband's syndicate. They made no effort to acknowledge your existence by his side.

Your hand rested on your belly, a mere eight months into your pregnancy—a new personal record. The first time you conceived, Sukuna demanded an heir, and you willingly agreed, knowing that the child would provide some distraction in the expansive estate that felt like a cage. Unfortunately, at the two-month mark, you experienced a miscarriage.

Feeling Sukuna's knuckles lightly tapping your back, you straightened your posture momentarily, only to slouch again almost instantly. It was futile. The discomfort of your swollen and cramped belly made it nearly impossible to maintain a poised demeanor in the midst of the party.

Disobeying Sukuna meant facing inevitable death, a fact well understood in his dangerous domain, and you had never dared to challenge that.

"Let's go," Sukuna said, cutting through the incessant chatter of the couple. He didn't grasp your hand, only your fragile wrist, a gesture you didn't mind. Yours was not a typical love; he, Sukuna Ryomen, a most feared monster in the criminal underworld, and you, a sacrificial lamb, a trophy collected three years ago, a means to his heir.

"I'm sorry," you whispered as you exited the venue, heading towards the limousine surrounded by fifteen armed guards under Sukuna's command. "I'm so sorry—"

"Get in the car." He held the door open for you, signaling his guards to disperse and take their positions in the Jeeps parked behind.

Silencing yourself, you cautiously settled into the back seat, and Sukuna joined you, slamming the door with force. His anger was discernible, and the memory of that night, losing your second unborn child to a kidnapping, plagued your dreams. You were uncertain if the nightmares were about Sukuna's wrath upon finding you or the horrors his enemies inflicted on you during your 48-hour captivity.

Sukuna noticed your struggle with the seatbelt and contorted his body toward you. Your fingers released their grip on the belt, allowing him to pull it taut and secure it snugly around your midsection. Click. He withdrew, distancing himself from your face that had been mere inches away.

“Tedious fucking party, anyway,” Sukuna grumbled, his left ankle casually perched on his right kneecap. He always adopted a specific posture, his elbow leaning against something, cheek resting on his knuckles, and his narrow eyes a rich brown that could almost pass for a deep shade of red. He exuded an unrelenting air of intimidation.

"I agree," you unintentionally voiced your thoughts, earning a sidelong glance from him. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."

His attention barely lingered on you as the car roared to life. You breathed a sigh of relief, stretching out your legs and leaning your head back against the seat's shoulder. Your palm absentmindedly traced circles on your belly. Goosebumps peppered your skin from the frigidness in the car, stirring an involuntary shudder.

"Turn on the heater," Sukuna ordered the driver in his smooth, languid baritone.

"Yes, sir."

As warmth gradually surrounded the backseat, you hummed a small "Thank you" and closed your eyes, enjoying a few moments of peace.

Disorientation clouded your senses, and you dispelled it by rubbing your eyes and using your knuckles to prop yourself against the headboard. A couple of contractions ripped through your gut, causing you to groan and hiss through gritted teeth.

The enormous room was devoid of Sukuna, its black silk sheets hinting at the luxury covering you. The fireplace casted a warm glow, and a soft, dim golden light spilled from the lamp onto the floor.

In the first year of your marriage and pregnancy, your bedroom was located three doors away. You were tended to by on-site nurses and doctors, surrounded by an entourage of maids for company. Days were spent aimlessly wandering the estate, occasionally crossing paths with one of Sukuna's mistresses, their curious smirks evident as they exited his room.

The second year brought a subtle shift. You still slept alone, but now there was a surprising addition of joining Sukuna for dinner. Positioned diagonally from him, an air of restrained silence hung above your head. Yet, between the utensils clattering and quiet chewing, Sukuna's glances toward you and your five-month-old belly revealed your anticipation for the impending arrival of your child.

One of your maids had been instructed to lure you into a private conversation in the back garden, and before you could react, a group of men clad in black drugged you and forcibly removed you from the cage, which in that cruel moment felt like a sanctuary.

Most details of the monstrosities forced upon you in that warehouse have been compressed by your mind—the merciless physical and sexual assault endured for hours. They callously bragged that raping Sukuna's Ryomen's wife was a personal victory, cackling like bloodthirsty hyenas as you bled from your legs. In the thick of your suffering, you lost your second child in a pool of your own sweat and feces.

When Sukuna discovered you, when he annihilated every man along with their bloodlines, you were left as a mere shell of a woman, practically lifeless. You've existed as a walking corpse for quite some time now. Following that dreadful night, you attempted every conceivable means to end your own life—drowning, leaping out of windows, creating a makeshift noose from bed sheets and tying them around balcony railings, teetering on the edge—but every attempt proved useless. Sukuna consistently interfered at the last minute, sweeping in and enveloping you in his arms as you wept until unconsciousness claimed you for days.

Therapy provided some relief, as did the medications. Sukuna heightened security measures tenfold, keeping only those workers who served during his father and grandfather's reigns. He moved your belongings into his bedroom, sleeping by your side with a gun beneath his pillow. There were times when you would doze off in the library while reading, only to wake up in his room.

Two years seemed like an eternity in the slow process of healing, both physically and mentally, from the torment that had befallen you. Stepping into the garden was a reminder of the progress you had made, yet the hope that blossomed in your womb now filled you with a different kind of fear.

You needed your baby. Even if it meant risking your own life during childbirth. The only thing that mattered was the precious life you carried within you, and as long as your baby took that first breath, you'd welcome death with open arms.

Sukuna's bedroom door creaked open, revealing his presence.

Mink-colored tendrils of hair obscured his eyes, disheveled from their usual spiked stance. The stark white of his dress shirt was marred by the unmistakable stains of someone else's blood, and a gun dangled casually from his grasp. In the subdued lighting, his facial markings, inked tattoos designed to mask the scars of his tormented childhood, appeared more ominous than ever.

Without acknowledging your ogling, he briskly entered his bathroom.

You slipped back under the covers, pulling the comforter up to your chin, soothing the sharp twinges in your belly. The rhythmic sounds of his shower served as a background melody. Sukuna took an eternity to freshen up, nearly two hours passing before the door finally creaked open. You had kept a close eye on it, lost in your own world and trying to ignore the persistent contractions. No complaints, though – you were at the eight-month mark, and this baby was determined to make its entrance into the world.

Draped in a sleek black silk robe, Sukuna strolled toward his side of the bed, his eyes locking onto yours. "Why are you still awake?" He tilted his head as if studying an unfamiliar creature. He always regarded you with a curious interest, unearthing some new revelations about you.

"Cramps," you whispered in the dimness, even though the first rays of morning sun began to seep through the curtains.

Sukuna strolled to his side of the bed, lifting the comforter to settle down. "Do you take any medication for it?"

You shook your head. "I don't want to take any risks."

"So you're just going to endure the night with a migraine?"

Your husband seemed oblivious to the concept of cramps. He hadn't bothered to educate himself about your pregnancy or even familiarize himself with basic menstrual cycle terminology. You hesitated to bring attention to his title and position, but he was, after all, born from a woman.

How could he not know?

"Answer me," Sukuna demanded, fixing you with a cold, indifferent gaze. How could two simple words carry such a heavy, intimidating weight? Your entire body shuddered, and you swore you felt your child kick in response to his attitude, causing you to clench your teeth.

"Cramps . . . are something women experience during their period and pregnancy. They're sharp, unpredictable pains in your gut and back," you explained, finding a position that eased the cramps and calmed your baby. "It's worse when you're pregnant—like someone attached a taser to your body without a switch to turn it off."

Sukuna's brow furrowed, and he seemed pissed off as if he held a vendetta against cramps. "Will it have any consequence on the baby?"

You were really trying to be patient. “The baby is the reason why.” 

He ran his hands wearily down his face, casting a stern gaze at the ceiling, his breath quickening. "Is there any way to relieve the pain? Besides medication?"

“Well,” you said slowly, “when I first started menstruating, my mother used to place a warm rubber bottle on my stomach.” The recollection of nights spent groaning, tossing, and turning with your hand clutching your stomach brought a smile. After her passing in high school, you found yourself managing the household, dealing with your drug-addicted father, and taking care of yourself all on your own.

"Come here."

Startled, you shifted your focus to your husband, who raised the comforter like a makeshift tent with one arm. "You don't have to—"

"Come here."

With caution, you edged closer, lying flat and holding your breath. Sukuna propped himself up on one elbow, resting his temple on his knuckles while adjusting the blanket up to your neck. His left hand glided up your sweater and settled on your swollen belly.

An immediate sense of relaxation cocooned you, your eyes closing as warmth radiated from his palm onto your skin. The sensation passed through to your child, who quit kicking within seconds, seemingly recognizing their father's touch. It dawned on you that Sukuna hadn't touched you since you conceived, and you hadn't realized the volume of your misery and longing until this moment.

"Feeling better?"

"Mm-hmm." You nestled your face close to his neck. All you managed to whisper, your voice tinged with brokenness, was, "Please, don't let go."

Sukuna responded only with silence.

You'd woken up screaming bloody-mary.

The security team and maids hurried into the bedroom, their eyes widening at the sight of blood staining your clothes and darkening the black sheets. In a swift response, the doctor and her team of nurses rushed in while Uraume, Sukuna's trusted aide, calmly called for your husband from a corner of the room.

In the heat of your excruciating screams, five nurses attempted to guide your breathing and encourage you to follow a pattern. Guards carefully lifted you into a sitting position, and Uraume decisively cleared the room of all men. The doctor swiftly removed your sweatpants and panties, covering your lower region with a sheet, and instructing you to push.

Your body felt numb, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, and a black vignette closing in on your vision. Your head swayed left and right, on the verge of dropping if not for Uraume's unwavering support. Despite the intensity of your grip, they held steady, their only reaction being a stream of muttered curses amid the chaotic scene.

"I can't—Uraume—"

"You will, Mrs. Sukuna. You have come this far. Giving up now is not an option."

"I don't want to die," you whispered akin to a prayer.

"You won't," they softly replied. "He won't allow it."

Uraume, a silent figure from the past, now stood by your side, offering support and encouragement. The connection with them had been minimal, limited to the formalities of a marital contract signing. They had simply muttered, “He’s not half as evil as they say,” to you before packing up the papers and leaving you in the room with Sukuna.

The room buzzed with affirmations, reassuring you that they could see the baby's head and urging you to push with each breath.

The sound of the baby's cries stirred you awake.

You snapped to attention at the sweet, reassuring sound, realizing that your baby was close to arrival—alive and ready to face the world. Following two heartbreaking miscarriages and the pain endured as Sukuna's wife, the bearer of his lost children, you were finally on the cusp of welcoming motherhood.

"Two more pushes!" The doctor's voice cut through the air.

"AGH!" A guttural growl escaped your throat as you grappled with the harsh sensations. Your body trembled, and waves of fiery discomfort overflowed through your core as you exerted yourself to bring your baby into the world.

"Come on," Uraume whispered. "You can do this, Mrs. Sukuna."

You let out a powerful cry and strained with effort, bringing forth new life. The baby and you were crying at the exact wavelength, competing against who could be louder. The nurses and attendants, familiar faces from your previous pregnancies, clasped their hands in prayer for a safe delivery. Tears of relief streamed down your face as you pushed for your own well-being.

"Blanket!" the doctor urgently called out, prompting a nurse to rush over with a soft cream blanket. "Push!"

With a final, determined push, the weight lifted suddenly.

The slippery sensation of delivering the child and the immediate release of pressure left you slumping against Uraume's shoulder. As they laid you down, the doctor directed the staff to tend to you while the baby's cries filled the air.

The doctor approached through your hazy sight and gently laid your newborn on your chest. Overwhelmed with emotion, you showered your baby with kisses, tears of joy streaming down your face. Your little one was here. They were finally here.

"Congratulations, Mrs. Sukuna," the doctor announced as the cries of your newborn gradually faded into the background. "It's a girl."

You drifted into unconsciousness.

The soft cadence of Sukuna's voice filtered through the foggy boundaries of sleep, causing you to slowly come back to life.

“Why is this brat refusing to sleep?” you heard your husband grumbling.

With a laborious effort, you rubbed your eyes, summoning the strength to lift your head from the comfort of the pillow. The scene unfolded before you—Sukuna, the most feared criminal, pacing at the foot of his bed, cradling your crying newborn daughter in his arms, unsure of how to handle his little foe.

"What do you want? Food? You don’t have any teeth yet, little miscreant."

"Sukuna . . ." you whispered, a gentle plea for attention.

Your husband's gaze snapped in your direction, relief washing over his features as he realized you were conscious. "Thank fuck." Moving swiftly, he approached and took a seat at the edge of the bed.

His brown-reddish eyes lingered on the delicate scene unfolding before him—the intertwining of your index finger with your daughter's tiny, rattling fist. A calming magic seemed to stem from your touch, instantly soothing the cries to soft sniffles.

"Already playing favorites, I see," he remarked with a teasing tone, a wry smile on his lips.

"I have to feed her." Your voice was hoarse from the relentless screaming during the delivery. A series of deadly wheezes followed when you coughed, frightening your baby once more. Her cries started again, blending with the impatient curses of her father.

He gently placed her in the cradle, his strength used to prop you up against the headboard. The room carried the scent of coconut soap, your body freshly washed, the sheets beneath you brand-new. You were also dressed in a new set of panties and a nursing bra.

"Are you sure you have enough nutrients in your body to feed her?" Sukuna asked, holding your baby girl as you unclipped the front left cup. Rather than wasting your breath on a response, you focused on helping your daughter latch onto your nipple.

You winced once she caught it, then melted back as she started drinking. “I’m fine,” you finally answered. “Body . . . hurts.”

"No shit. You pushed an eight-kilo baby out of you." Despite the crude sarcasm in his tone, Sukuna tenderly caressed his knuckles over his daughter's cheek.

"Did you want . . . a girl?"

"Why do you ask?"

"I'm sorry," you mumbled, adjusting your baby onto your lap. "I assumed you'd prefer a boy as an heir."

"I'm not my father," he declared, putting an end to the conversation. "She's got your eyes."

Your daughter gazed up at you with a curiosity remarkably similar to yours. You smiled down at her, grateful she had made it. Grateful that Sukuna wasn't throwing a tantrum over the gender of your child but instead cupping the top of his baby girl's head and brushing his thumb across her forehead.

“You got a name for her?” Sukuna asked.

“Yes, but we can brainstorm if you don’t—”

“You carried the child, you birthed her, you will name her. Whatever it is, I agree.”

Something dead stirred inside your chest. Swallowing hard, you shared the chosen name, "Nobara."

He nodded in approval, and as he pronounced her name, Nobara responded with a wailing cry. "Her tantrums will be the fucking death of me." Sukuna took her into his arms again.

"Support the back of her head and rub her back. She needs to be burped," you advised.

He grunted but followed your instructions. Moments later, a tiny burp from Nobara made you chuckle, earning a slight eye roll and a hint of a smile from him.

"I'll take the next few weeks off to help you recover from the aftermath and the stitches," he announced, rising and walking towards his work desk, where he settled into a large leather chair, cradling your newborn.

You nodded appreciatively, easing yourself down.

"Oh, before I forget," Sukuna mentioned as you settled into bed, "I've arranged a new doctor for you."

“Did you fire the last one?”

“I fired at her, yes.”

Your eyes widened. "What? Why would you—? What?"

He shrugged, cradling the back of your newborn's head. "She suggested an additional stitch for you. Said it would make things 'tighter' down there for me."

Your face flushed. “So . . . you killed her?”

"Yes," he confirmed, his gaze fixed on you with those penetrating eyes, "I don't need a mere doctor questioning whether I'd still enjoy having sex with my wife after she gave birth to our child."

“But . . . you have mistresses. Don’t you?”

He lifted a brow. “I had mistresses up until . . . ”

Up until the kidnapping.

Sukuna never spoke of the crime after he’d saved you. Instead, he expressed his commitment through actions: sleeping beside you, teaching you how to handle a handgun, keeping a protective arm around your waist at social gatherings. Occasionally, you swore you felt him run his fingers through your hair as you slept.

"I wouldn't mind if you did," you admitted, a voice inside contradicting your words. "Given what my body has been through, I would find myself repulsive for pleasure, too. I understand if you feel disgusted."

Sukuna halted the gentle strokes on your daughter's back and straightened up. "What the fuck did you just say?"

An icy shiver ran through you, momentarily numbing the pain. "I-I just assumed—"

"You know, you make a lot of assumptions about me, wife. It gets under my fucking skin that you'd ever believe I could raise a hand on you. Day and night, every hour and minute, even now, in your presence, my mind is consumed with ways to kill the fear that's taken root in you.” He was infuriated yet vulnerable, with Nobara sleeping peacefully on his shoulder. “Everyone I’ve ever met has done nothing but fear me like I’m a curse on their soul, and while I’m flattered of the monster they’ve painted me out to be, I refuse to let my wife and daughter see me in that light. Do I make myself clear?"

You . . . nodded. 

“And for your information, I had mistresses up until I married you.”

You took in a sharp breath, processing the confession. "But those women—"

"Spies," he clarified, his voice low and steady. "They operate undercover in my clubs, keeping an eye out for potential threats. I haven't fucked anyone since the day I put that ring on your finger." He offered a small, almost imperceptible apology to your baby for cursing.

"Oh."

All you ever heard were twisted stories about the Sukuna Ryomen, a young man who, against all odds, slaughtered his own father to ascend the throne of the underworld criminal realm. Whispers spoke of a chilling childhood, where a mother's desperate attempt to suffocate her son in his sleep. The scars etched into his skin, concealed beneath a tapestry of dark markings, bore witness to the brutal initiation rites inflicted by vengeful uncles. In his domain, everyone prayed to see him buried six feet under.

Which is why you felt sympathy for your husband. He was lonely. Too lonely. Despite all the riches and influence surrounding him, he was stuck in a fortress where danger lurked around every corner. He had no friends, no one he could truly confide in—except perhaps Uraume. Opening up about his emotions wasn't in his nature. He kept the tough exterior, convinced that being a monster, a curse, was the only path to earning respect and recognition.

But just now, when had cut himself open in front of you and bled a human color, he was Ryomen. Your husband. The one who just became a father. A man wrapped in a comfortable robe with his hair combed down and his skin clean of dirt and blood as he held his daughter, as he gazed at you like you two were the only people meant fighting for in his treacherous world.

Sukuna noticed your silence, tuned in to your steady breaths, and lowered his lashes. "You'll ask me to touch you. Not just for the sake of having another child but for your own pleasure. If I'm not around and you need me, you will call, and I'll rush home. If this little brat gives you any trouble, I'll handle it. Hell, maybe I'll let her in on a bit of the family business for a head start."

"No," you murmured, absorbing everything he'd just said. "Not now. I want her to enjoy a proper childhood."

"Is that a demand?" Sukuna tilted his head slightly, another method of asserting authority. Yet, after all he'd shared about dropping everything for you, about making love to you, the fear in you started to dissolve bit by bit.

"Yes," you affirmed. "It's a demand."

A small smirk played on Sukuna's lips as he rose from his spot, circled the bed, and settled down beside you, with Nobara resting peacefully on his chest. Summoning all your strength, you turned to run your fingers over your baby's soft cheek and tiny, parted lips.

“She sleeps like you, Mr. Sukuna.”

“Ryomen,” he corrected, his arm covering his eyes as he breathed with a slightly open mouth. “My wife will call me Ryomen.”

Teasingly, you asked, “Is that a demand, Ryomen?”

His arm shifted low, and his reddish-brown eyes softened, stealing your breath. “Only from my wife and daughter.”

You smiled, closing your eyes. “Goodnight, Ryomen.”

In response, he wrapped his strong arm around you, pulling you close to his side, his two girls snuggled against his body.

In the beginning, you knew you didn't belong in the hell Sukuna ruled. Your father's mistakes, pilfering drug shipments and peddling them locally, had sealed both his fate and yours. With thoughts of fleeing the disgrace your father brought upon your family, you had started packing, desperate to escape the clutches of your old man.

The following night, Sukuna and his henchmen barged into your cramped apartment, wreaking havoc on every piece of furniture. Rocking in the corner of your room, Sukuna casted his shadow over you like the God of Death, bathed in your father’s blood.

Crouching down to your eye level, he tipped your chin up, leaving a splotch of blood. He used the collar of your sweater to wipe it away. In a hushed confession, you revealed the hidden drugs under the sink and floorboards, along with your father's buyer list folded in the cereal boxes. Sukuna grinned and ordered his underlings to retrieve the concealed items. Then, the chilling question hung in the air: "Are you going to kill me, too?"

"I'm tempted," Sukuna replied, "but not to kill you." His gaze fixated on your left hand, and he raised it, studying your ring finger. "You will pay for your father's crimes with your life." He held your hand in front of your face. "You will take my last name." His smirk widened, revealing perfect teeth. "Isn't that the cruelest form of death, love?"

Unconsciousness claimed you then, but after seven years of marriage, enduring unimaginable hardships, and finally welcoming a baby into the world, your answer was clear. The true torment wasn't caused by the man you once perceived as a monster but rather by his enemies.

"How am I supposed to know if Mr. Munchkin wants more tea? He's a fucking stuffed toy. Can't talk, you know?"

"Ryo," you warned, perched on the armrest while busy crocheting baby socks for your little one on the way.

Nobara, wielding a rubber, squeaky hammer, stood up from her seat, giving her father a bonk on the head each time he let out a curse. And you often heard the squeak of the hammer around the house.

Nobara's tiara was slightly askew, frustration evident in her curled lips and bared teeth. She was growing increasingly irritated with her father's lack of understanding about the rules of her tea party. "Mr. Munchkin wants tea, Papa. Give him tea! Give him tea! Give him—"

"Fine, I surrender. Here, you little bastard. Take the whole fu—damn pot." He shoved the plastic teapot towards Mr. Munchkin, a well-loved cat stuffed toy you had gifted Nobara on her last birthday. "Happy?"

"Cup," she insisted, pointing at the tea cup in front of Mr. Munchkin.

Sukuna sighed and poured the water from the kettle into the pink plastic cup.

"Me too," Nobara added, settling back in her kiddie chair. Sukuna had barely taken his seat before she had him on the floor. "Hurry!"

"May I pour for the other toys first, Your Highness?"

"Not toys. Friends."

Sukuna shot you a helpless glare, eliciting a chuckle from you. He filled the table with tea, and Nobara, holding her small cup, clinked it with her father's, followed by her collection of stuffed animals. Sukuna reluctantly mimicked the gesture. Instead of sipping the tea, he downed it like a shot.

“Papa!”

“Ryo, come on.”

There wasn’t any winning with his girls.

Sukuna reluctantly poured himself another cup, sipping it with an air of reluctance that mirrored a princess. Despite his resistance to the make-believe tea party, you couldn't ignore the genuine affection he showed toward his daughter. He would nod attentively when one of the stuffed animals "spoke," laughed along with Nobara, and even beautified himself with a glittering tiara, a feathered pink scarf, and deep purple-painted nails.

Sukuna was, without a doubt, a fantastic father. It came as no surprise that Nobara's first word was 'Brat.'

That night, you kissed your daughter goodnight and tucked her into her bed. Sukuna joked that he’d spent every last bit of his wealth decorating the brat’s room, filling it with the latest toys, and stacking her closet with whatever clothes she laid her finger or eyes on. She was truly the princess of her father’s heart.

"She's asleep," you informed him.

"I'll give her a kiss in a minute. Just need to finish this," Sukuna replied, poring over his documents.

Letting out a sigh, you shuffled over, rolled back his chair, and settled onto his lap. He continued reading as you wrapped your arms around his neck, resting your cheek on his shoulder, peering at him through your lashes.

"I want you, Ryo," you murmured.

Sukuna paused, lowering his gaze to meet your cheeky smile. "Later."

"It's late."

"I have to finish—" He halted as you began kissing his neck, moving up to his jaw and cheeks, tracing the contours of his face tattoos.

"Please, Ryo," you whispered near his ear.

How could he refuse you anything when you appeared so stunning, radiating with the joy of expecting another child in your four-month-old belly?

“Take off your robe and get on the bed. Spread your legs for me.” He gave your ass a little smack as you happily skipped away, shedding your clothes and clearing the bed to settle in. With a grin, you opened your legs, propping yourself up on your elbows.

Sukuna stood up from his seat, loosening his robe as he did. He sighed, watching the moisture forming between your legs. Pregnancy seemed to heighten your lusts, and Sukuna was always ready to fulfill your needs.

“What pretty, wet cunt,” he whispered softly, leaning in to kiss your chest, trailing down to your stomach, your hips, your calling clit. 

Over the years, you realized Sukuna enjoyed pleasuring you more than the opposite. He feasted on you like a starved man, whether it happened in the back of the limo, in a guest room during a party, or just minutes before a crucial meeting in his office. He insisted it was his way of relaxing, often pleading with you to spend a full hour on his face as he ate you out and drank every drop of your release. It had turned into a daily routine for him. And for you.

“Oh, Ryo, yes, yes. Right there—ah!” Your back arched off the mattress when his tongue drove into your hole, flicking and exploring your clamping walls. His mouth was latched to your pussy, sucking it in, his cheeks hollowing rapidly. Your fingers tightened in his hair, hips voluntarily grating against his face, his sharp nose rubbing over your swollen clit. 

Sukuna drew back as you came down with a muted cry behind your hand and lapped at the flow of your juices pouring out of you. His lips shone as he leaned over and gently kissed you, allowing you to taste yourself from his tongue. “If I don’t fuck you now, I will die.” 

“Hurry, then.” 

Sukuna pushed himself inside you, and that first wave of pleasure hit you so strongly that you sank your nails in his back and cried out heavenwards. He groaned and grunted, thrusts growing speed, his plump balls smacking against your ass. You loved that he fucked harder, faster, driving you to the brink of ruination. 

After you'd healed from Nobara's birth, he would always make sure to get at least ten orgasms from you. From midnight to early morning, he'd fuck you in every possible position. But his favorite was always missionary, where he could have his eyes on you, writhing and whimpering beneath him, telling him it’s too much, he's too thick, all while using your heels to draw him in even closer.

Sukuna curled his arm around your waist and sat you up on his lap, thrusting up into you as you coiled yourself around his neck. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck. Your cunt was made for me, love. Your cunt was fucking made for me.” His hand threaded to the back of your head, grasping your hair and drawing your face back so you were looking him in the eyes without wavering, without bowing your head. He needed to know you didn’t fear him when he fucked you like this. It was an unspoken check-in, and when you smiled drunkenly, only then did he let you return to embracing him. 

“Are you close?” you whispered. 

“Not yet. I want to come in your ass.” 

You shivered despite how scalding and sweaty your bodies were. “Do it.” 

“Yeah?” 

You nodded. “Please.” 

Sukuna dragged you off his cock so you could get on all-fours, raising your ass up for him. He’s only ever been in your sacred spot a handful of times but never finished himself inside it. It appeared that tonight you were both a little extra spellbound.

Mounting himself behind you, Sukuna unfurled your ass and spit on his fingers, stroking the puckered hole. He gathered the creamy liquid dripping out of your pussy to lubricate the spot. His middle finger stretched you out, followed by his ring fingers, pushing in and out until he knew for sure you were prepared for him. 

Sukuna’s steel-hard cock pushed into your tiny hole. The sight of it expanding to swallow his girthy size almost made him come right there and then. He started to move in sluggish movement, grabbing onto your waist. His hips cruised, brushing against your ass, making you impatient and push yourself back. 

“Understood.” He chuckled and dug his nails into your skin, dragging out to the tip and shoving himself inside. Your face pressed into your pillows, crying and trembling as he abused your asshole non-stop. “You’re taking me so well, my love. Oh, fuck, fuck.” He rutted into you like a beast, claiming your body, rubbing your clit from the front, spanking your ass, brandishing you over and over again. 

You both snapped in unison. 

Sukuna sagged over your spine as he bucked in every last bit of his sloppy seed. His lips kissed your shoulder blades, holding you up by one arm. Gently, he pulled out, his cock growing floppy until you flipped onto your back, hair sticking to your sweaty, flushed face, belly slightly swollen, your tits larger in size, his release mingled with yours seeping out from your holes. 

“Fuck, I love you,” he whispered, cupping your face like he didn’t just fuck your soul out of you. That smirk you’d come to love appeared on his lips. You reciprocated back, stretching out your arms so he could lean down and kiss you sweetly on the lips and cheeks and toss in a praise or two for what a good girl you were as he slid into you again, slower and more intimate with his game. “I fucking love you, Y/N.” 

You smiled against his lips that continuously whispered the three beautiful words and said, “I love you, too, Ryomen,” before sealing it with a long, lasting kiss.

AN ARMOUR'S EMBRACE ⋆·˚ ༘ *

PAIRING: Commander! Satoru, Archmage! Reader

WC: 1k+

CW: fluff, slight angst, smut, clit stimulation (a lot), possessiveness, body worship, soft!dom obsessed Satoru (🥹)

SYNOPSIS: Your husband doesn’t like you putting yourself in danger but what happens when you disobey him and disguise yourself as one of his comrades.

a/n: Hello everyone, I wrote this after a really long while. Thank you for the likes on the previous fic that I wrote months back. Here’s another one because I miss my husband. I hope you all are doing great and have a happy read. There might be a part 2 for this.

˚✩ MINORS DO NOT INVOLVE!! ˚✩

Your mana depleted as time went by, and just as you were about to be slashed by the rival, you crouched down in fear, you feared for your life after involving yourself in a battle. You were more dependent on sorcery rather than combat skills. Hearing slashing sounds dying down, you slowly lift your head and recognize your husband, Satoru, staring at you in complete silence yet his stern gaze not leaving you, he crouches down to your level.

“Let’s go back”

He growled and you couldn't argue about it. You had your gaze downcasted dreading, what was coming for you. You felt Satoru pick you up in an instant and mount you on the horse, his arm wrapped around your waist to keep you steady in place before. Holding you close, he rides fast across the fields, back to his castle. Gripping on tight; and as he does, the wind whistles through his silver-white hair.

Later, the gates of the castle were visible from afar and the horse galloped fast. The Lord’s arrival was informed and a signal blew in the distance to open the gates. Reaching the entrance of the castle, you were carefully placed on the ground followed by Satoru dismounting from the horse.

“Everyone is exempted from their duties, a grand buffet is being organised at our victory tomorrow.”

You stood there with your husband who was commanding his knights, you felt small beside him with a long cloak covering your entire body. He dispersed everyone and glanced down lifted you up. The servants and maids bowed to him as he made big strides to the grand halls of the castle, carrying you bridal-style in his arms.

On reaching the chambers, you were set down and Satoru locked the door of the room, you set aside your cloak. Silence filled the room, you swear you wanted to protect Satoru, you hated how he’d have to go away for petty reasons, leaving you behind in the cold castle.

“Satoru I-”

“Why were you there?”

Is the first thing he asks you. You take a deep breath and let it all out.

“Satoru, I wanted to be a part of this battle. I wanted to be of some use to you. I wanted to lessen the burden you have.”

He looked down at you, the frown still on his face.

“Can't you understand how worried I was for you?”

He spoke softly this time, but you heard the underlying sternness in his voice.

Your voice quivered and your bottom lip wobbled a bit, tears welled up in your eyes. You were convinced that he’d punish you for going against him.

Before you could utter anything once again, Satoru approached and grabbed you, pulling you towards him and placing a kiss on your lips. You could sense how eager he is, a swipe of his tongue on your lips and you allow him to explore your mouth. Pulling away with a string of saliva connecting your lips, he hugged you so tight afraid of leaving you. He wipes the tears on your face connecting your foreheads.

“You shouldn’t have been involved in this ordeal.”

You hugged him back, inhaling his scent. He smelled like cold metal.

“It is obvious that a knight’s lady gets involved in such a trivial matter.”

“You aren’t meant to be there!”

He raises his voice a little causing you to flinch. You didn't wish that he perceived you as weak by your own husband. He sighs and picks up a strand of your hair inhaling it deeply and letting out a shaky breath.

“You wouldn’t understand how I felt back there when you were about to be killed. The floor was snached from beneath me at the sight of you kneeling in the middle of the battlefield.”

You felt soft, a spring of bloom raised in your stomach, he wanted you to live in comfort within the castle walls and not involve yourself in such barbaric acts. You cupped his face and gazed into his beautiful sapphire irises.

“I understand Satoru, I’ll be more careful in the future.”

“Good”

Deafening silence filled the room once again, you stood in front of him.

“Are you hurt, princess?”

“H-Huh?? No I’m not, I just have minor scratches here and there.”

“Don’t lie to me! Come here, I’ll inspect it myself. Undress yourself”

His statement left you stunned and speechless. Blush crept on your face and you averted your gaze.

“Are you going to do it or shall I do it myself?”

“Sa-”

Before you could protest, Satoru removed his gloves, slowly closed the distance between you and began to untie the corset of your gown. The flowy fabric which was in place due to the corset came undone and lose, dropping on the floor leaving you behind in the petticoat. He picked you up and set you on the bed. He kneeled beside you, taking off your boots and throwing them somewhere in the room. His hands slowly slid underneath the skirt up to your thighs. He lifted the skirt and saw bruises on your knee. You gulp down nervously and put your hand on your face. A slight bruise was revealed on the knee.

He lowered his head and kissed the wound on the knee, your whole body trembled at the contact.

“S-Satoru.....it doesn’t hurt-”

“But it hurts to me....”

He looked up with worry and a frown on his face.

“This is the last thing I want to see, you getting harmed because of me....I have seen several men massacred on the battlefield, yet I can’t tolerate a single scratch on you.....”

He caressed your cheek with his thumb, his gaze softening at your sight.

“You are an amazing archmage and I believe in you, Princess. It’s just that I can’t see you in pain. I want you to live comfortably without any worry.”

You couldn’t help but admire your husband. So this is love, it melts the heart of the toughest in no time.

“Even if I put myself in danger, I know that you, my husband, will come to save me”

Satoru’s chest filled up with pure warmness, a warm tinge of pride spreading over him whenever you called him your husband.

His eyes widened in shock as you dragged him towards you, but then his breath hitched as he felt your warmth pressing upon his body.

His voice became strained and his eyes glinted with a burning urge.

"I need you... I desperately need you..."

A smile tugged on your lips and you gently cupped his face and kissed him deeply.

Taken aback by your action but soon obliged. He pulled you closer again, mouths colliding in a union leaving you with winds knocked out from the lungs, you had already been covered in a deep blush.

“The things you do to me, Princess. You can’t go back now. I have to have you right now”

There was a dangerous yet possessive glint in his eyes which sent a throbbing sensation between your legs. His presence intoxicating you, he removes his fur coat and the armor. Now, just left in his pants, his body was just perfect, the Gods took their time to sculpt such a body…but…the whole torse was covered in scars from the battles, some were mere cuts and some felt deep and painful. Your heart ached, You shift back on the bed with your face flushed, pressing your thighs together in hopes of getting some friction. You were caught staring at him.

“Like what you see, My Dear Wife?”

Smirking, he pins you down to the bed. Your heart rammed in your chest and a whimper left your lips. You felt like a lamb caught by a wolf which would devour you any minute.

Satoru didn’t waste any time and kissed you roughly, his tongue rougly wandering around inside your mouth. You couldn’t help feel greedy about it widening your legs to make room for him, you pull him closer with your hands laced in his white locks.

“Hah! You are going to be the death of me. Do you want this??”

Too lost in lust, you weren’t able to respond. He grabs your chin making you look upto him, he caresses your cheeks with his thumb.

“Do you want this? We can stop if you don’t want to do it.”

“No, don’t stop please….give me more….”

Satoru kissed your lips again, sucking at your bottom lip. His hands made it’s way on your clothed breasts and started playing with it as you kept kissing.

“This is bothering me!”

He growls and tears apart the last piece of modesty which was hanging on your body. Your shrieked and try to cover yourself but Satoru wasn’t having it, he pinned your arms above your head.

“No hiding from me. Understood!”

His commanding voice was spiralling your head. You quietly obeyed his orders. He sits up on his knees looking at you. The flames of the candles highlighted your beautiful features.

“Princess, you are a godsent. Oh! How I’m lucky to be your husband”

Satoru places a loving kiss on your forehead, your cheeks your nose, your lips. You felt loved, and never wated this feeling to end. Satoru placed several kisses on your neck and bit your sensitive spot. His hands kneading your breasts which peaked in no time. Rolling the twin peaks between his thumb and finger, you shudder and grab onto his shoulder.

“Ahh!…..nngghhh…”

Satoru sucked on your nipples with his tongue swirling around the hardened bud while his other hand rubbed the other mound. He bit your nipple a little causing you to yelp. He pulls away and chuckles.

“I love it when you make such noise.”

He continues with the same treatment to the other

his hands snake down to your underwear touching the damp spot. Your whole body shivered

“Gosh, you are so wet down there and I haven’t even touched you properly. Who would’ve thought my wife would be so needy”

He began rubbing up and down the dampened area before tearing apart your underwear. As expected from a fierce person who can’t do anything gently.

The pink cavern drooling with arousal was a sight to behold. Satoru licked his lips before lowering himself to the mound. His breath fanned over your pussy which made you eager to just smash his face deep into you.

“Satoru….please…please my love do something”

You whine. Satoru let out a chuckle and lifted your legs, He began trailing kisses inside your thighs, riling you up. He reaches at the top stopping and staring at you with a smug expression.

“Spread your legs for me, princess. I wish to see all of it.”

Your juices dripped down on the finest silks. Too embarrassed you tilted your head to the side not wanting to see his face.

“Princess? Look at me, I want your eyes on me all the time”

His voice ever so gentle that it made you tear up. Is it possible for a merciless and a ruthless man to act so gently?

You look at him with a smile forming your lips. Satoru was lost in love and lust. His hand come up to your engorged clit and began circling it slowly.

He continued rubbing your clit with two fingers increasing the speed. He kept assaulting your clit, flicking it, making different patterns and glancing at you to see your reaction. Your face contorted in an erotic expression which made Satoru painfully hard underneath his trousers. You kept quivering under his touch, gripping onto his shoulder

“Nngghhh…aaghh..”

“So this is where you are weak huh?”

He chuckles and slides his fingers from your hole, collecting your drool and rubbing it on your clit. He proceeds to roll your clit between his fingers. You gasp at the feeling wanting more. He removes his hand, leaving you grinding your hips in the air.

“Satoru….why’d you stop”

You look at him with tears of frustration in your eyes, he loved this side of yours, falling apart just for him. Lowering his head, he made an experimental lick at your slit, making you shudder, arching your back and plopping back on the bed.

“Ahh!….”

Satoru spread your lips and continue making small licks all over your pussy. He gently sucked your clit, making out with it. He kept grunting as he kept lapping at your cunt, savouring the taste. You unconsciously pushed him closer which made Satoru bite your clit. You jolted a little. Soon, your lower abdomen tightened along with the thrilling sensation as you clench on the bedsheets tighter with your fists and your back arching deliciously. You reach your high and all your juices sprayed on Satoru’s face. He paused and placed a loving kiss on your clit before pulling away. He looked at you with his pupils dilated, blown with lust. His chin glistening with his saliva and your juices.

“You are so sweet, princess….”

You were catching your breath and was about to sit up, you were laid again on the bed, hovering over you, eyes darkening dangerously.

“Where do you think you are going, princess. I’m not done with you yet!”

AN ARMOUR'S EMBRACE ⋆·˚ ༘ *

PAIRING: Commander! Satoru, Archmage! Reader

WC: 1k+

CW: fluff, slight angst, smut, clit stimulation (a lot), possessiveness, body worship, soft!dom obsessed Satoru (🥹)

SYNOPSIS: Your husband doesn’t like you putting yourself in danger but what happens when you disobey him and disguise yourself as one of his comrades.

a/n: Hello everyone, I wrote this after a really long while. Thank you for the likes on the previous fic that I wrote months back. Here’s another one because I miss my husband. I hope you all are doing great and have a happy read. There might be a part 2 for this.

˚✩ MINORS DO NOT INVOLVE!! ˚✩

Your mana depleted as time went by, and just as you were about to be slashed by the rival, you crouched down in fear, you feared for your life after involving yourself in a battle. You were more dependent on sorcery rather than combat skills. Hearing slashing sounds dying down, you slowly lift your head and recognize your husband, Satoru, staring at you in complete silence yet his stern gaze not leaving you, he crouches down to your level.

“Let’s go back”

He growled and you couldn't argue about it. You had your gaze downcasted dreading, what was coming for you. You felt Satoru pick you up in an instant and mount you on the horse, his arm wrapped around your waist to keep you steady in place before. Holding you close, he rides fast across the fields, back to his castle. Gripping on tight; and as he does, the wind whistles through his silver-white hair.

Later, the gates of the castle were visible from afar and the horse galloped fast. The Lord’s arrival was informed and a signal blew in the distance to open the gates. Reaching the entrance of the castle, you were carefully placed on the ground followed by Satoru dismounting from the horse.

“Everyone is exempted from their duties, a grand buffet is being organised at our victory tomorrow.”

You stood there with your husband who was commanding his knights, you felt small beside him with a long cloak covering your entire body. He dispersed everyone and glanced down lifted you up. The servants and maids bowed to him as he made big strides to the grand halls of the castle, carrying you bridal-style in his arms.

On reaching the chambers, you were set down and Satoru locked the door of the room, you set aside your cloak. Silence filled the room, you swear you wanted to protect Satoru, you hated how he’d have to go away for petty reasons, leaving you behind in the cold castle.

“Satoru I-”

“Why were you there?”

Is the first thing he asks you. You take a deep breath and let it all out.

“Satoru, I wanted to be a part of this battle. I wanted to be of some use to you. I wanted to lessen the burden you have.”

He looked down at you, the frown still on his face.

“Can't you understand how worried I was for you?”

He spoke softly this time, but you heard the underlying sternness in his voice.

Your voice quivered and your bottom lip wobbled a bit, tears welled up in your eyes. You were convinced that he’d punish you for going against him.

Before you could utter anything once again, Satoru approached and grabbed you, pulling you towards him and placing a kiss on your lips. You could sense how eager he is, a swipe of his tongue on your lips and you allow him to explore your mouth. Pulling away with a string of saliva connecting your lips, he hugged you so tight afraid of leaving you. He wipes the tears on your face connecting your foreheads.

“You shouldn’t have been involved in this ordeal.”

You hugged him back, inhaling his scent. He smelled like cold metal.

“It is obvious that a knight’s lady gets involved in such a trivial matter.”

“You aren’t meant to be there!”

He raises his voice a little causing you to flinch. You didn't wish that he perceived you as weak by your own husband. He sighs and picks up a strand of your hair inhaling it deeply and letting out a shaky breath.

“You wouldn’t understand how I felt back there when you were about to be killed. The floor was snached from beneath me at the sight of you kneeling in the middle of the battlefield.”

You felt soft, a spring of bloom raised in your stomach, he wanted you to live in comfort within the castle walls and not involve yourself in such barbaric acts. You cupped his face and gazed into his beautiful sapphire irises.

“I understand Satoru, I’ll be more careful in the future.”

“Good”

Deafening silence filled the room once again, you stood in front of him.

“Are you hurt, princess?”

“H-Huh?? No I’m not, I just have minor scratches here and there.”

“Don’t lie to me! Come here, I’ll inspect it myself. Undress yourself”

His statement left you stunned and speechless. Blush crept on your face and you averted your gaze.

“Are you going to do it or shall I do it myself?”

“Sa-”

Before you could protest, Satoru removed his gloves, slowly closed the distance between you and began to untie the corset of your gown. The flowy fabric which was in place due to the corset came undone and lose, dropping on the floor leaving you behind in the petticoat. He picked you up and set you on the bed. He kneeled beside you, taking off your boots and throwing them somewhere in the room. His hands slowly slid underneath the skirt up to your thighs. He lifted the skirt and saw bruises on your knee. You gulp down nervously and put your hand on your face. A slight bruise was revealed on the knee.

He lowered his head and kissed the wound on the knee, your whole body trembled at the contact.

“S-Satoru.....it doesn’t hurt-”

“But it hurts to me....”

He looked up with worry and a frown on his face.

“This is the last thing I want to see, you getting harmed because of me....I have seen several men massacred on the battlefield, yet I can’t tolerate a single scratch on you.....”

He caressed your cheek with his thumb, his gaze softening at your sight.

“You are an amazing archmage and I believe in you, Princess. It’s just that I can’t see you in pain. I want you to live comfortably without any worry.”

You couldn’t help but admire your husband. So this is love, it melts the heart of the toughest in no time.

“Even if I put myself in danger, I know that you, my husband, will come to save me”

Satoru’s chest filled up with pure warmness, a warm tinge of pride spreading over him whenever you called him your husband.

His eyes widened in shock as you dragged him towards you, but then his breath hitched as he felt your warmth pressing upon his body.

His voice became strained and his eyes glinted with a burning urge.

"I need you... I desperately need you..."

A smile tugged on your lips and you gently cupped his face and kissed him deeply.

Taken aback by your action but soon obliged. He pulled you closer again, mouths colliding in a union leaving you with winds knocked out from the lungs, you had already been covered in a deep blush.

“The things you do to me, Princess. You can’t go back now. I have to have you right now”

There was a dangerous yet possessive glint in his eyes which sent a throbbing sensation between your legs. His presence intoxicating you, he removes his fur coat and the armor. Now, just left in his pants, his body was just perfect, the Gods took their time to sculpt such a body…but…the whole torse was covered in scars from the battles, some were mere cuts and some felt deep and painful. Your heart ached, You shift back on the bed with your face flushed, pressing your thighs together in hopes of getting some friction. You were caught staring at him.

“Like what you see, My Dear Wife?”

Smirking, he pins you down to the bed. Your heart rammed in your chest and a whimper left your lips. You felt like a lamb caught by a wolf which would devour you any minute.

Satoru didn’t waste any time and kissed you roughly, his tongue rougly wandering around inside your mouth. You couldn’t help feel greedy about it widening your legs to make room for him, you pull him closer with your hands laced in his white locks.

“Hah! You are going to be the death of me. Do you want this??”

Too lost in lust, you weren’t able to respond. He grabs your chin making you look upto him, he caresses your cheeks with his thumb.

“Do you want this? We can stop if you don’t want to do it.”

“No, don’t stop please….give me more….”

Satoru kissed your lips again, sucking at your bottom lip. His hands made it’s way on your clothed breasts and started playing with it as you kept kissing.

“This is bothering me!”

He growls and tears apart the last piece of modesty which was hanging on your body. Your shrieked and try to cover yourself but Satoru wasn’t having it, he pinned your arms above your head.

“No hiding from me. Understood!”

His commanding voice was spiralling your head. You quietly obeyed his orders. He sits up on his knees looking at you. The flames of the candles highlighted your beautiful features.

“Princess, you are a godsent. Oh! How I’m lucky to be your husband”

Satoru places a loving kiss on your forehead, your cheeks your nose, your lips. You felt loved, and never wated this feeling to end. Satoru placed several kisses on your neck and bit your sensitive spot. His hands kneading your breasts which peaked in no time. Rolling the twin peaks between his thumb and finger, you shudder and grab onto his shoulder.

“Ahh!…..nngghhh…”

Satoru sucked on your nipples with his tongue swirling around the hardened bud while his other hand rubbed the other mound. He bit your nipple a little causing you to yelp. He pulls away and chuckles.

“I love it when you make such noise.”

He continues with the same treatment to the other

his hands snake down to your underwear touching the damp spot. Your whole body shivered

“Gosh, you are so wet down there and I haven’t even touched you properly. Who would’ve thought my wife would be so needy”

He began rubbing up and down the dampened area before tearing apart your underwear. As expected from a fierce person who can’t do anything gently.

The pink cavern drooling with arousal was a sight to behold. Satoru licked his lips before lowering himself to the mound. His breath fanned over your pussy which made you eager to just smash his face deep into you.

“Satoru….please…please my love do something”

You whine. Satoru let out a chuckle and lifted your legs, He began trailing kisses inside your thighs, riling you up. He reaches at the top stopping and staring at you with a smug expression.

“Spread your legs for me, princess. I wish to see all of it.”

Your juices dripped down on the finest silks. Too embarrassed you tilted your head to the side not wanting to see his face.

“Princess? Look at me, I want your eyes on me all the time”

His voice ever so gentle that it made you tear up. Is it possible for a merciless and a ruthless man to act so gently?

You look at him with a smile forming your lips. Satoru was lost in love and lust. His hand come up to your engorged clit and began circling it slowly.

He continued rubbing your clit with two fingers increasing the speed. He kept assaulting your clit, flicking it, making different patterns and glancing at you to see your reaction. Your face contorted in an erotic expression which made Satoru painfully hard underneath his trousers. You kept quivering under his touch, gripping onto his shoulder

“Nngghhh…aaghh..”

“So this is where you are weak huh?”

He chuckles and slides his fingers from your hole, collecting your drool and rubbing it on your clit. He proceeds to roll your clit between his fingers. You gasp at the feeling wanting more. He removes his hand, leaving you grinding your hips in the air.

“Satoru….why’d you stop”

You look at him with tears of frustration in your eyes, he loved this side of yours, falling apart just for him. Lowering his head, he made an experimental lick at your slit, making you shudder, arching your back and plopping back on the bed.

“Ahh!….”

Satoru spread your lips and continue making small licks all over your pussy. He gently sucked your clit, making out with it. He kept grunting as he kept lapping at your cunt, savouring the taste. You unconsciously pushed him closer which made Satoru bite your clit. You jolted a little. Soon, your lower abdomen tightened along with the thrilling sensation as you clench on the bedsheets tighter with your fists and your back arching deliciously. You reach your high and all your juices sprayed on Satoru’s face. He paused and placed a loving kiss on your clit before pulling away. He looked at you with his pupils dilated, blown with lust. His chin glistening with his saliva and your juices.

“You are so sweet, princess….”

You were catching your breath and was about to sit up, you were laid again on the bed, hovering over you, eyes darkening dangerously.

“Where do you think you are going, princess. I’m not done with you yet!”

AN ARMOUR'S EMBRACE ⋆·˚ ༘ *

PAIRING: Commander! Satoru, Archmage! Reader

WC: 1k+

CW: fluff, slight angst, smut, clit stimulation (a lot), possessiveness, body worship, soft!dom obsessed Satoru (🥹)

SYNOPSIS: Your husband doesn’t like you putting yourself in danger but what happens when you disobey him and disguise yourself as one of his comrades.

a/n: Hello everyone, I wrote this after a really long while. Thank you for the likes on the previous fic that I wrote months back. Here’s another one because I miss my husband. I hope you all are doing great and have a happy read. There might be a part 2 for this.

˚✩ MINORS DO NOT INVOLVE!! ˚✩

Your mana depleted as time went by, and just as you were about to be slashed by the rival, you crouched down in fear, you feared for your life after involving yourself in a battle. You were more dependent on sorcery rather than combat skills. Hearing slashing sounds dying down, you slowly lift your head and recognize your husband, Satoru, staring at you in complete silence yet his stern gaze not leaving you, he crouches down to your level.

“Let’s go back”

He growled and you couldn't argue about it. You had your gaze downcasted dreading, what was coming for you. You felt Satoru pick you up in an instant and mount you on the horse, his arm wrapped around your waist to keep you steady in place before. Holding you close, he rides fast across the fields, back to his castle. Gripping on tight; and as he does, the wind whistles through his silver-white hair.

Later, the gates of the castle were visible from afar and the horse galloped fast. The Lord’s arrival was informed and a signal blew in the distance to open the gates. Reaching the entrance of the castle, you were carefully placed on the ground followed by Satoru dismounting from the horse.

“Everyone is exempted from their duties, a grand buffet is being organised at our victory tomorrow.”

You stood there with your husband who was commanding his knights, you felt small beside him with a long cloak covering your entire body. He dispersed everyone and glanced down lifted you up. The servants and maids bowed to him as he made big strides to the grand halls of the castle, carrying you bridal-style in his arms.

On reaching the chambers, you were set down and Satoru locked the door of the room, you set aside your cloak. Silence filled the room, you swear you wanted to protect Satoru, you hated how he’d have to go away for petty reasons, leaving you behind in the cold castle.

“Satoru I-”

“Why were you there?”

Is the first thing he asks you. You take a deep breath and let it all out.

“Satoru, I wanted to be a part of this battle. I wanted to be of some use to you. I wanted to lessen the burden you have.”

He looked down at you, the frown still on his face.

“Can't you understand how worried I was for you?”

He spoke softly this time, but you heard the underlying sternness in his voice.

Your voice quivered and your bottom lip wobbled a bit, tears welled up in your eyes. You were convinced that he’d punish you for going against him.

Before you could utter anything once again, Satoru approached and grabbed you, pulling you towards him and placing a kiss on your lips. You could sense how eager he is, a swipe of his tongue on your lips and you allow him to explore your mouth. Pulling away with a string of saliva connecting your lips, he hugged you so tight afraid of leaving you. He wipes the tears on your face connecting your foreheads.

“You shouldn’t have been involved in this ordeal.”

You hugged him back, inhaling his scent. He smelled like cold metal.

“It is obvious that a knight’s lady gets involved in such a trivial matter.”

“You aren’t meant to be there!”

He raises his voice a little causing you to flinch. You didn't wish that he perceived you as weak by your own husband. He sighs and picks up a strand of your hair inhaling it deeply and letting out a shaky breath.

“You wouldn’t understand how I felt back there when you were about to be killed. The floor was snached from beneath me at the sight of you kneeling in the middle of the battlefield.”

You felt soft, a spring of bloom raised in your stomach, he wanted you to live in comfort within the castle walls and not involve yourself in such barbaric acts. You cupped his face and gazed into his beautiful sapphire irises.

“I understand Satoru, I’ll be more careful in the future.”

“Good”

Deafening silence filled the room once again, you stood in front of him.

“Are you hurt, princess?”

“H-Huh?? No I’m not, I just have minor scratches here and there.”

“Don’t lie to me! Come here, I’ll inspect it myself. Undress yourself”

His statement left you stunned and speechless. Blush crept on your face and you averted your gaze.

“Are you going to do it or shall I do it myself?”

“Sa-”

Before you could protest, Satoru removed his gloves, slowly closed the distance between you and began to untie the corset of your gown. The flowy fabric which was in place due to the corset came undone and lose, dropping on the floor leaving you behind in the petticoat. He picked you up and set you on the bed. He kneeled beside you, taking off your boots and throwing them somewhere in the room. His hands slowly slid underneath the skirt up to your thighs. He lifted the skirt and saw bruises on your knee. You gulp down nervously and put your hand on your face. A slight bruise was revealed on the knee.

He lowered his head and kissed the wound on the knee, your whole body trembled at the contact.

“S-Satoru.....it doesn’t hurt-”

“But it hurts to me....”

He looked up with worry and a frown on his face.

“This is the last thing I want to see, you getting harmed because of me....I have seen several men massacred on the battlefield, yet I can’t tolerate a single scratch on you.....”

He caressed your cheek with his thumb, his gaze softening at your sight.

“You are an amazing archmage and I believe in you, Princess. It’s just that I can’t see you in pain. I want you to live comfortably without any worry.”

You couldn’t help but admire your husband. So this is love, it melts the heart of the toughest in no time.

“Even if I put myself in danger, I know that you, my husband, will come to save me”

Satoru’s chest filled up with pure warmness, a warm tinge of pride spreading over him whenever you called him your husband.

His eyes widened in shock as you dragged him towards you, but then his breath hitched as he felt your warmth pressing upon his body.

His voice became strained and his eyes glinted with a burning urge.

"I need you... I desperately need you..."

A smile tugged on your lips and you gently cupped his face and kissed him deeply.

Taken aback by your action but soon obliged. He pulled you closer again, mouths colliding in a union leaving you with winds knocked out from the lungs, you had already been covered in a deep blush.

“The things you do to me, Princess. You can’t go back now. I have to have you right now”

There was a dangerous yet possessive glint in his eyes which sent a throbbing sensation between your legs. His presence intoxicating you, he removes his fur coat and the armor. Now, just left in his pants, his body was just perfect, the Gods took their time to sculpt such a body…but…the whole torse was covered in scars from the battles, some were mere cuts and some felt deep and painful. Your heart ached, You shift back on the bed with your face flushed, pressing your thighs together in hopes of getting some friction. You were caught staring at him.

“Like what you see, My Dear Wife?”

Smirking, he pins you down to the bed. Your heart rammed in your chest and a whimper left your lips. You felt like a lamb caught by a wolf which would devour you any minute.

Satoru didn’t waste any time and kissed you roughly, his tongue rougly wandering around inside your mouth. You couldn’t help feel greedy about it widening your legs to make room for him, you pull him closer with your hands laced in his white locks.

“Hah! You are going to be the death of me. Do you want this??”

Too lost in lust, you weren’t able to respond. He grabs your chin making you look upto him, he caresses your cheeks with his thumb.

“Do you want this? We can stop if you don’t want to do it.”

“No, don’t stop please….give me more….”

Satoru kissed your lips again, sucking at your bottom lip. His hands made it’s way on your clothed breasts and started playing with it as you kept kissing.

“This is bothering me!”

He growls and tears apart the last piece of modesty which was hanging on your body. Your shrieked and try to cover yourself but Satoru wasn’t having it, he pinned your arms above your head.

“No hiding from me. Understood!”

His commanding voice was spiralling your head. You quietly obeyed his orders. He sits up on his knees looking at you. The flames of the candles highlighted your beautiful features.

“Princess, you are a godsent. Oh! How I’m lucky to be your husband”

Satoru places a loving kiss on your forehead, your cheeks your nose, your lips. You felt loved, and never wated this feeling to end. Satoru placed several kisses on your neck and bit your sensitive spot. His hands kneading your breasts which peaked in no time. Rolling the twin peaks between his thumb and finger, you shudder and grab onto his shoulder.

“Ahh!…..nngghhh…”

Satoru sucked on your nipples with his tongue swirling around the hardened bud while his other hand rubbed the other mound. He bit your nipple a little causing you to yelp. He pulls away and chuckles.

“I love it when you make such noise.”

He continues with the same treatment to the other

his hands snake down to your underwear touching the damp spot. Your whole body shivered

“Gosh, you are so wet down there and I haven’t even touched you properly. Who would’ve thought my wife would be so needy”

He began rubbing up and down the dampened area before tearing apart your underwear. As expected from a fierce person who can’t do anything gently.

The pink cavern drooling with arousal was a sight to behold. Satoru licked his lips before lowering himself to the mound. His breath fanned over your pussy which made you eager to just smash his face deep into you.

“Satoru….please…please my love do something”

You whine. Satoru let out a chuckle and lifted your legs, He began trailing kisses inside your thighs, riling you up. He reaches at the top stopping and staring at you with a smug expression.

“Spread your legs for me, princess. I wish to see all of it.”

Your juices dripped down on the finest silks. Too embarrassed you tilted your head to the side not wanting to see his face.

“Princess? Look at me, I want your eyes on me all the time”

His voice ever so gentle that it made you tear up. Is it possible for a merciless and a ruthless man to act so gently?

You look at him with a smile forming your lips. Satoru was lost in love and lust. His hand come up to your engorged clit and began circling it slowly.

He continued rubbing your clit with two fingers increasing the speed. He kept assaulting your clit, flicking it, making different patterns and glancing at you to see your reaction. Your face contorted in an erotic expression which made Satoru painfully hard underneath his trousers. You kept quivering under his touch, gripping onto his shoulder

“Nngghhh…aaghh..”

“So this is where you are weak huh?”

He chuckles and slides his fingers from your hole, collecting your drool and rubbing it on your clit. He proceeds to roll your clit between his fingers. You gasp at the feeling wanting more. He removes his hand, leaving you grinding your hips in the air.

“Satoru….why’d you stop”

You look at him with tears of frustration in your eyes, he loved this side of yours, falling apart just for him. Lowering his head, he made an experimental lick at your slit, making you shudder, arching your back and plopping back on the bed.

“Ahh!….”

Satoru spread your lips and continue making small licks all over your pussy. He gently sucked your clit, making out with it. He kept grunting as he kept lapping at your cunt, savouring the taste. You unconsciously pushed him closer which made Satoru bite your clit. You jolted a little. Soon, your lower abdomen tightened along with the thrilling sensation as you clench on the bedsheets tighter with your fists and your back arching deliciously. You reach your high and all your juices sprayed on Satoru’s face. He paused and placed a loving kiss on your clit before pulling away. He looked at you with his pupils dilated, blown with lust. His chin glistening with his saliva and your juices.

“You are so sweet, princess….”

You were catching your breath and was about to sit up, you were laid again on the bed, hovering over you, eyes darkening dangerously.

“Where do you think you are going, princess. I’m not done with you yet!”