Hello, I Was Wondering Where Ohma Tokita Caught His Wife Touching Herself And Was Whimpering And Moaning

Hello, I was wondering where Ohma Tokita caught his wife touching herself and was whimpering and moaning his name want to slightly choke her and being rough with her and she really enjoys it.

Yes I can do that for you! I will use my OC Satomi again for this one. Sorry for it being so late! 😭

Demon x Demon love

Ohma Tokita X Reader (oc) Satomi Ishikawa

Synopsis: After three years apart from his wife Satomi who thinks that he is dead, Ohma finally returns home and gets roughly intimate with her.

🚨⚠️🛑🚧Warnings: rough sex|unprotected sex|Selfservice|cream pie|vulgar language|NSFW|🚨⚠️🛑🚧

🚨⚠️🛑🚧18 and up only!!! MDNI!!!🚨⚠️🛑🚧

Word count: 2,253

Ohma had finally settled down with his wife Satomi who was one of the first female fangs of Metsudo, a powerful fang at that.

After the first Kengan tournament ended and Ohma got a heart replacement surgery he couldn't wait to get back home with Satomi to their cottage and their mile long forest property where there was no neighbor or human being in sight.

Not that Ohma hated people but he liked the fact that there weren't any bothersome neighbors around them.

Once doctor Hanafusa gave him the okay, Ohma wasted no time in dressing up in his denim black jeans, his black camo shirt that showed off his detailed muscular physique and his detailed abdomen.

“Someone seems to be in a hurry to have some nice romping with their wife! Are you planning to play hide the cannoli-”

“Shut up. My sex life with my wife doesn't concern you, you crazy quack.” Replied Ohma, annoyed at Hanafusa’s teasing as Ohma put on his jacket and his wedding ring.

“Maybe so but I didn't come in here to tease you. I wanted to ask if Satomi knows that you're alive and does she know that you're coming home?” Asked Hajime Hanafusa with that sus smile of his.

“No she doesn't. But it doesn't matter. She’ll ask questions and I'll answer them. End of story.” Replied Ohma dryly as he walked past him eagerly heading towards the door.

But he is soon stopped by Erioh Kure. Ohma clicks his tongue in annoyance and sighs heavily. “What is it? If you're going to ask me to-”

“No….it's none of that….. I’m here because I want to help you and your wife Satomi reconcile. You know……she's going to be quite angry as well…..don't you think she'll be upset-”

“Regardless how she feels…..it's mine and her business not yours or anyone else's. Is that clear?” Spoke Ohma harshly looking down at Erioh with a cold blooded glare.

Eruoh only nods his head and says nothing. Ohma soon walked out of teb Kure estate and he continued to walk down the mountain to the main road.

However Retsudo and Misasa pulled up in a fancy car and gave him a ride back home to Satomi.

He fell asleep the whole car ride seeing as it took a few hours to arrive back to his home. As soon as the car came to a stop he woke up. He gave Retsudo a few stacks one was a thank you and the other ten stacks were to keep Retsudo’s father Metsudo, from interrupting his alone time with his wife.

“Keep your father from calling Satomi in to work and from interrupting my alone time with her.” Replied Ohma firmly as he added another stack.

“Done!” Spoke Retsudo with a satisfied grin. Ohma got off the car and followed the trail to the inside of their cottage. He took the key out from under the mat and he opened the door.

“Omi?” He called Satomi by his nickname for her.

He closes the door behind him and locks it. He sees one of the cats that he and Satomi rescued come up to him, meowing at him with happiness.

He smiles a bit as he pets Oreo and Chip for a little bit. “Mmm……ah….. oh.” Ohma hears some soft whimpers coming from their master bedroom.

“ Ah…..ah……mmmm…..oh yes……ah….Ohma.” Satomi whimpered softly as she kneaded her right voluptuous breast and she slowly thrusted to fingers inside of her wet heat.

Ohma looked a bit taken aback but he could feel his shaft growing hard. His lips parted a bit as he looked at his wife pleasuring herself.

Satomi arches her back and she leans back on the bed writhing in pleasure. She fucked her hips a few times as she kept fingering herself. Her juices began to spill out of her wetness.

“Oh god! AAhh! OHMA!” Satomi moaned louder as she fingered herself deeper. Ohma’s breathe hitches in his throat as he swallowed hard as his heart beat grew faster and faster.

His eyes glowed red from his demon transformation wanting to take over him to feast on his wife. “I'll be damned if I let you take over.” Thought Ohma to himself as he let out a low growl. He bit his bottom lip hard making it bleed a bit from trying to keep himself quiet not wanting to jump in yet.

He unzipped his pants and he began to jerk off hearing his wife’s consistent moaning and calling to his name.

He began to breathe heavily as precum began to spill out of the tip of his huge, thick, and long shaft. Satomi bucked her hips faster as she fingered herself deeper and moaning louder and louder.

“FUCK!” He growled loudly ripping off his clothes and slamming the door wide open revealing his bulging cock twitching at how aroused he really was.

“O-OHMA ……YOU'RE ALIVE……….WHA-Mmm!” Satomi was silenced with such a rough and passionate kiss.

“Omi….I know you want answers right now….but I really need you right now….I want you right now so badly.” Ohma let out a deep guttural growl as he devoured her mouth wolfishly.

“Mmm!” Whimpered Satomi softly into his mouth as she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. her lipstick smudges on his lips.

He pulls back as a rope of saliva connects to each other's tongues breathing heavily.

Satomi looked up at him with such a longing look as she flushed red. Ohma looks down at her as he licks her lipstick smudge clean off his lips while smiling lewdly at her.

“You're enjoying this aren't you…..” He chuckles softly as he cups her chin and licks her lips.

Satomi gasps a little and then she Whimpers softly as Ohma bites her bottom lip.

“Ah….” Satomi moans quietly.

“The mark on your bottom lip is red…..it's going to get swollen soon.” Spoke Ohma with a sly smirk as he began to kiss her jawline tenderly.

Satomi leans into his kisses while stroking his chest. Ohma's big hands gripped her small waist tightly. He trailed his kisses down to her neck. His kisses on her neck were passionate and wet making her moan loudly in pleasure as she felt his teeth graze her skin.

“Ah…….Ohma…..no……no hickeys….Ah!” She gasps softly as Ohma bites her neck.

“Why not?” he mumbles softly into her skin as he continues to bite her and suck on her skin enjoying her taste.

“Ah …….ah……Ohma….I don't like…..when….. people……see the marks you leave on my neck……Ah! Not so hard. Ah!” Replied Satomi in a quiet whisper. Ohma's hands roamed her body as he trailed his kisses down to her collarbone.

“Come on Omi……you like it rough….just as much as I do….. Remember…….our first fuck at the Kengan tournament…..in you're hotel room…….we broke the bed…..and you couldn't stop riding me.” He chuckles softly at her while playfully pankong her voluptuous ass.

Satomi giggles softly as she kisses him again. Ohma smirks against her lips. He slides his hand down her stomach and then to the crest of her pelvis. She wraps her right leg around his waist.

“I was going to use my finger but….I think I'll go right on in.” Ohma growled possessively as he gripped her ass tightly and he rammed into her making her arch her back and moan loudly in pain and pleasure.

Ohma begins to thrust into her roughly, tightening his grip on her ass. Her right leg wrapped around his waist tightens even more. “AH! AH! AH! AH! AH! FUCK! OHMA!” She mewls louder and louder. Ohma growls with dominance as he wraps her other leg around his waist.

“I'm gonna show you just how much I missed you so much Omi, my dear wife.” He grunts as he thrusts into her aggressively.

Satomi screams in pleasure, moving her hips equally with his. “Ha! Ah! Haa! Ah! Oh! Ah! I missed you so fucking much! Ah!” She yells at the top of her lungs with so much pleasure.

Ohma then throws her on the bed and he crawls on top of her looking down at her with those dominant eyes of his. Once again he devours her mouth like if it was his last time he was going to see her ever again.

Suddenly his eyes glow red and he lets out a growl. “O-Ohma?” She says a little nervous. Ohma realizes what's going on and he shakes his head frantically looking down at her a bit terrified.

Once again his demon transformation took over him. He steps away but she hugs him tightly.

“I'm sorry…..it's just……ever since……the tournaments…..die some reason….my transformation….wants you…..I don't-”she silences him with a passionate kiss.

“Let him out.” She replies in a soft whisper.

He looks at her puzzled. “What? No…are you crazy-” Satomi cuts him off by kissing him again.

She pulls back slightly. “Ohma…. you're not the only one who can transform…..my demon transformation has been craving you as well.” She replied in a soft whisper. Her eyes began to glow a light shade of neon blue her hair got a little more disheveled and she grinned at him slyly.

Ohma sighs softly in relief closing his eyes nodding his head. When he opens his eyes, they turn into a deep shade of crimson red, and his smile grows into a wide yet excited grin. Just like the grin he gets when ever he sees or is about to fight someone worthy.

His veins pop out and his skin turns a light shade of red. Satomi's transformation demon smiles just as wife as his demon transformation.

She opens her legs wide open. He growls and grips her hips tightly. He enters inside of her without warning and he thrusts into in such a barbaric way.

“AH! AH! AH! AH! AH! AH! AH! AH! OH! FUCK!” Satomi's demon growls in pleasure as she as she hung on to him tightly.

Ohma's demon laughs and he bites down on Satomi's neck making Satomi's demon whimper softly. Ohma's demon then licks the bite mark on her neck to soothe it down a bit.

But Ohma's demon continue to ram into Satomi mercilessly gently gripping her neck at first and then a little tighter.

Satomi's demon eyes rolled back as she breathed heavily enjoying every second of Ohma's demon being so barbaric.

The next moment he pulls out of her and then he turns her around and enters her entrance from behind making her gasp loudly as he continued to thrust into her barbarically from behind.

With both of his hands gripped her neck tightly as he thrusted into her at rapid speed that every single thrust hit her cervix.

“AAHHH! OH GOD! I MISSED YOU SO MUCH! OHMAAAAA!” Screamed Satomi’s demon in pleasure as she squirts her nectar on his shaft and out of her while he was still buried inside of her.

Ohma demon growls louder as he releases bucket loads of his cum deep inside of her. Filling her up to the brim. Ohma’s demon transformation soon fades away me so does Satomi's. She whimpers softly as Ohma continues to pump his cum deep, deep inside wood her womb, filling her up to the brim.

“Ah……..oh…….ohma……ah..” She whispers softly as Ohma collapses on top of her from behind, nuzzling his head into her neck. While continuing to slowly rock his hips into her still pumping his seed into her.

Satomi’s Whimpers were soft and quiet as she felt him continuing to pump his load into her. Her legs trembled and shake from their intense passionate love making, his cum spills out of her as he's still buried inside of her a puddle of cum already surrounded them as they stood on it.

Ohma’s cum drips down her thighs all the day down her calves. After a few more minutes Ohma finally stopped rocking his hips and he hugged her tightly from behind in his collapsed position on top of her, he still stayed buried inside of her.

The two breathe heavily trying to catch their breathes. Satomi turns her head to the left side where Ohma cooked her chin and he kisses her passionately and deeply.

“Mmm…..” she moans softly into his mouth.

“Ohma…..I love you…” She speaks softly smiling up at him as the two were covered in so much sticky sweat.

“I do too.” He whispers back as he kisses her temple and her cheek.

He slowly pulls out of her making her whimper softly again and his shaft is covered in so much cum and his cum leaks out of her like a waterfall.

He lays down in bed and he brings her closer to him hugging her tightly. “Rest…..knowing my demon….. you're going to be sore tomorrow. You’re not going to be walking for quite a while. “ He chuckles softly.

Satomi smiles as she looks up at him. “Thanks for the tip….and thanks for giving me such a good cream pie…” whe days kn a seductive tone as she kisses hia lils ans then she rests her head on his chest and she goes to sleep.

Ohma laughs softly as he kisses the top of her head and inhales her sweet scent from her hair. He was finally home with his beautiful wife and now he could live peacefully with her.

The End……

Aftercare with Toji, where after all the roughness and manhandling is over with, he can't take his eyes off of you. All he cares about is making sure that you're not in excruciating pain, yet he hasn't been able to say a word for the past five minutes. You've pressed so many tender kisses to his face and expressed that you're okay enough times to him, but he can't seem to drop the smallest, lingering coil of guilt he feels at the sight of your scuffed up body. You look like you fought off a bear and ripped octopus tentacles off your skin—simultaneously, with all the scratches, bruises, and hickeys that littered you from your jaw to your ankles.

"Quit staring," you say, bringing your knees up and crossing your arms, your hands gripping your biceps.

"Nah- baby..." he finally says, softly, like he's quickly trying to justify the gaze he had set on you. "Come here."

Toji makes quick work of crushing this wave of insecurity that threatens your peace. He knows what you just endured was not the softest experience, and that you practically let him—a man capable of showing the aggression of a pack of wolves, devour you. Really, he did not hold back at all.

You slide down the bed and pull the covers over your body, laying your head on his chest with an arm thrown over his midsection. He pulls you close with an arm wrapped around your shoulder, and kisses the top of your head. "You know I love you, right, mama?"

"Mhm," you hum. Minutes ago you would have thought those words were a cruel joke being played on you with the way he gripped onto you like he wanted it to hurt.

"Wasn't trying to hurt your feelings by staring at you like that. Just did a lot of damage, this time, and it looks like it hurts... a lot."

"I'm fine," you repeat, for the nth time. You look up at him, briefly, sparing a smile before resting your cheek on his chest again. "A hot shower will melt it all away, I promise," you mumble.

He brushes over one of the many stains he left on the side of your neck. "My little trooper," he sighs, very much relaxed by your side. "You know i'd be proud even if you told me you were hurting." He knows it'll take more than a shower to get all these new semipermanent tattoos off your pretty skin, but for the sake of not making you feel small, again, he shuts up about it.

"I know," you assure. "I just don't wanna burden you. You're probably just as tired, if not more."

"What do you need?"

You lift your head again and look at him, confusion filling out your features. "You heard me, didn't you? I can take care of myself."

"I know that, and I don't doubt it for a second, but you're really gonna reject me?" He hisses, dramatically clutching his chest. "Damn, mama, just like that?"

"Well, no. Of course not-"

"Right. Of course not," he says, with that horrible tendency he has of cutting you off when the situation benefits you. "Gonna ask you one more time, and if you don't answer, i'm just gonna do what I want for you. What do you need?"

You had to think about it for a minute, about how you wanted him to help you. Independence shone through your thoughts. Everything he could help you with, you could also do alone. You didn't want to be needy.

"Five..." He's timing you, now. "Four..." The countdown has your brain scrambling to pick something. Anything, but you're blanking, losing second by second the already little time you were gifted. "Three... it shouldn't be this hard," he teases, a smirk on his face.

"I don't know, um."

"Two... you're gonna lose the option of telling me what to do, doll."

"No- I don't know."

"One." The countdown ends. "Alright," he groans, pulling you up with him as he sits up. "Let's go."

–

Sure enough, once the lukewarm water hit your skin, you gained a burst of energy. You made the washing of your body an amusing, yet tedious task for Toji. With all your little excitement fueled dances and laughter, what should have been a ten minute session turned into a twenty minute one.

"Doll, turn around. Let me get your back," Toji says, holding back a grin at the sight of you trying to soothe the burning sensation you feel in your nose after inhaling water.

You turn your back to him, before jovially turning to face him again. "Joking, joking," you say, when you catch his lidded eyes. You quickly turn your back to him, again, with giggles slipping past your lips.

He sighs, unable to hold back the gentle curl of his lips any longer. "What am I gonna do with you?" He lathers you from the nape of your neck to your lower back, with soap. The contrast of the white foam and the darkened stains on your skin, were enough to have him thinking about what ended just a little over half an hour ago. There wasn't a spot on you that didn't have some mark of his on it. Your shoulder blades and spine were mottled with stains of his lips, and your hips had opaque fingerprints on them.

You winced and took a step forward, away from Toji's touch, successfully pulling him out of his zoned out state. "You're scrubbing the scratches too hard," you say, turning to him while running your hands over the tender skin.

"Shit," he gently pulls you back and turns your back to him again, "sorry, princess." A few soothing kisses are pressed into the strikes, enough of them to make you forget that it even stung in the first place. He makes sure his mind stays out of the gutter, at least until he's done washing you, so that he doesn't hurt you again.

After showering, you stayed in bed while Toji went to the kitchen to make some tea for you. He did this for you after every night of intimacy, to expedite the betterment of your exhausted throat. He also knows of the calming properties that ease you into slumber. He wants nothing more than for you to sleep off the soreness your body retains.

"There you go, baby. I know you don't like it, but it'll make your throat feel better, so you have to drink the whole thing." He settles down next to you, on his side of the bed and watches you sip on the steaming hot drink.

The familiar scrunch of your nose appears at the taste that hits your taste buds, a sight that Toji has started looking forward to. "I hate the flavor just a little more every time I drink it. Oh well," you say, taking another sip, ignoring the scalding heat that embraces your tongue.

"I know. It sucks," he says, pressing a kiss to your temple. "Hopefully, next time we choose correctly and get something you'll like."

You set the mug down on the nightstand and turn to him. With warm hands, you cup his cheeks and tilt his head up slightly.

"What?" He asks, his eyes directed towards you.

Your smile evolves into a short giggle as you stare at one pinpointed spot on the side of his neck. "I got you, too. Right..." you drag a finger down his neck, gently pressing on the dark spot you left on him. "...here."

His hand tracks your touch and replaces it with his own, feeling the mark. "Damn right, you did. You got me, baby," he says through a grin. "My turn?"

You sigh, with faux irritation. "Fiiine."

"Let's see..." He cups your cheeks the way you did his. "I got this whole area here." His thumb brushes over your jawline, dragging beneath it to where the marks end. "Then there's this entire patch right here." He turns your head, exposing the reddish-purple splotches on the side of your neck to the light. His eyes trace the slope that leads to your shoulder, spotting the marks that remain visible beneath the collar of your shirt. He coordinates his touch with his sight, dragging his fingers over your delicate skin. "Right here," he says, after pulling the collar of your shirt down your shoulder, revealing more of his marks.

"Okay, okay. You win," you say fixing your shirt, covering up again.

"There's one right there," he continues, tapping the column of your neck. "Some more there," his finger glide over your left collarbone.

"Toji, I swear, if you point out one more, i'm gonna bite your finger off."

He stares at you silently, the corners of his lips twitching as you watch him, intently. After a few seconds, he slowly starts directing his finger towards a mark on your chest. Once he makes contact with your skin, he gently presses on the smear of color that marks it, still holding eye contact with you. "Here, too."

You swat his hand away from you, and huff. "Why did I even try to threaten you? You want me to bite your finger off, huh?"

"Not in the slightest. I just knew you weren't actually gonna do it, so I pushed it."

You cross your arms. "Whatever. I'm just gonna put a hoodie on so you can't look at them anymore."

"Woah, baby, put down the knife," he says, hands up in playful surrender. "No need to take drastic measures over this. Don't hide all my hard work."

"Hard work," you mutter, an incredulous scoff following.

Toji's gaze falls on your lips. "You're pouting like you wanna be kissed," he teases.

"And you're... you're being annoying," you say, covering your mouth with your hand, concealing the involuntary lift of your lips.

"Yeah, but you still want me to kiss you," he says, with a sly, knowing smirk on his face. "Look at you. Look at that blush. Even your knuckles are red, doll."

"Oh my god..." you groan with embarrassment. You use both hands to cover your entire face, now.

He chuckles, pulling you into his arms. "You're so pretty, ma. A total work of art." His hands have never gotten lost on you, but for now, in any way he holds you, he'll be able to see the trails his lips left behind.

"Stop..." you mumble, smiling softly at the sweetness poured into his words.

"You look mine, with all these marks," he says, pulling down the collar of your shirt a little, to see the blots of color that appear at the start of your spine.

"Shut up," you say, blushing furiously against his chest.

"Sounds like you still want that kiss, huh?"

"Not anymore," you say, lifting your gaze to meet his. The look in your eyes betrays every ounce of your denial. Toji can very clearly tell that you're lying.

"Those rosy cheeks are saying something else," he says, grinning. "Damn, look at those pretty lips. They're ready for me."

"If you want to kiss me, just say so," you chide, lightheartedly.

"I'm gonna kiss you so hard, doll," he says, cupping your cheeks again. "Your lips lack a little more of me."

bedtime sketch. dont take it seriously i just wanted to do arms and that specific shirt cut

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