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Hiii! I’m so in love with your writing and how you write dark!Luke ~ the corruption ask got me thinking that he’d be the type to love thigh highs/knee socks on reader! Like constantly touching etc Would you mind writing something about that if you have time? Thank you!!
aww angel tysm!!! corruption kink n dark!luke warning <3
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seeing his pretty girl in anything innocently dirty… all cute n lacy!!! had lukes cock jumping in his pants
those pretty little thigh highs you wear !! all pink n mesh lacy flowers hiking up ur plush thighs… they go with your tennis skirt!! why wouldnt you wear them??
n damn he never thought he’d even love catching his girl being all innocently dirty… ! hands splaying over your tummy n laying inbetween your knee socked thighs… n your all embarrassed !!! finding his girl all pretty n hot with your naughty little ‘romance’ book…
“Luke stopppp-” you groan !!
“‘his mouth moves-’ fuck princess what kind of shit you been reading… this is practically porn baby” all cocky n mocking !! he just laughs :((
“s’called smut, and its a good book!-” does he even hear you?!
why are his brown eyes falling to your little tennis skirt… the barely covered wet spot on your panties??
“fuckk you were getting off from it weren’t ya? mhm yea, so hell bent on keeping the gods happy-” kissing your tummy all slow- “by mhmm not letting me take your pretty little virginity, but you read dirty shit like this?”
n youd slyly clench your thighs together but he’s laying in between them !!! :( pressing his tongue n sucking your shaky tummy-
“bet your wet right now baby, yea?”
your soso dizzy n stumbly… “n-no” but your blinking lashes give you away- n your legs spread apart ever-so-slightly…
“ha mhm fuck your a cute liar ma, so if I test it with my tongue right now- you won’t taste all fuckin’ sweet”
whys his lips moving even lower?! n hoisting your pink high thighs over his shoulders… matching your pink little thong-
“auh- w-wait we cant!-” but your fingers grip his dark curls !! your clit throbbing :((
but the gods!-
“don’t act all innocent now you little slut, reading that shit- I knew it, your wet as fuckk you’ve already fuckin’ sinned ma,”
his breath is so so hot against your little clothed cunt !!! n before you can squeak ! he licks a stripe right over your little wet spot :((
he looks like a starved man- n of course now your sweet slick is dripping down your puffy n swollen folds… n he stares all hungry at your clenching little hole
“fuckk breathe princess, im just helping my pretty little slut out, fuck the gods”
n you decided to wear those naughty high thighs… that was a sin against the gods in itself :((
so isnt it your fault luke can’t help but feast on his pretty girls sweet cunt?
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g. satoru who is a massive pervert and constantly whines for you to let him touch you all the time, even when you're both around others. you've lost count of how many times he grabs you and pulls you into his lap, his warm hands slipping under your shirt while sitting next to g. suguru, who's attention is no longer on the tv.
'he doesn't mind,' satoru always comforts you, grinning into the skin of your neck. 'sugu's my best friend, he knows i can't help but touch you, baby.'
best friend or not, that doesn't explain how you always ended up with your legs spread open wide in satoru's lap, your jeans and panties discarded somewhere on the floor as suguru kisses all over your thighs. the two of them talk like you aren't even there, as if you aren't growing wetter as each second passes.
"satoru," suguru purrs, his fingers running up and down your soft lips, parting them open to watch slick slowly drip out of you. "you must be doing something else to her. i've never seen it get wet so quickly." the way he speaks so calmly makes you dizzy. it's unfair, so fucking unfair how calm and collected suguru is when he's inches away from your pussy, those pretty purple eyes focused on it.
"yeah? 's wet?" it's also unfair how riled up it gets satoru, seeing his pretty baby getting shy because his best friend is rubbing his fingers up and down her slick folds. "she's so messy, isn't she? she's the prettiest little pussy," he coos into your ear. that gets a chuckle from suguru, his eyes finally looking at you. "always the one to talk to the pussy and not about it, aren't you, satoru?"
his fingers finally focus on your clit, rubbing little circles into it. both you and satoru look pretty from this angle, suguru notices. the pure need and shyness on your face paired with that manic desperation on satoru's...it's a perfect picture, one he wants saved forever. maybe next time you'll let him take some pictures...after all, he needs a new background for his phone.
"c'mooon, sugu...give her a kiss? c'mon, c'mon, give that cunt a kiss, tell me how sticky 'n' wet she is," satoru fucking begs, acting as if he's the one spread open and dripping. but you second the thought, giving suguru the prettiest little puppy eyes.
"anything for you, princess," he coos softly, leaning down and pressing a little kiss on your clit. it's so light you barely feel it but then he's peppering kisses on it, your wetness starting to get on his lips and making each press of his lips sticker and wetter. "s-sugu-!" before you can even beg for more, his mouth is on you. his tongue is so wet and hot on your cunt, it feels like he was drooling for you.
"does she taste good? how wet is she, suguru, c'mon, tell me, tell me how that pussy tastes, pretty please?"
"mm, satoru, it's almost as if you wanted to be between her legs."
"who wouldn't? she's so pretty, she's squirmin' so cutely, my pretty baby, my needy little mochi, her pussy's always so creamy and warm and messy, god, i miss it right now."
"shit...stop talking like that, you're gettin' me flustered, should i-"
"s-sugu, please, keep going," you so politely ask. it's unbearable how cute you are, it's taking everything in him to keep being nice, to keep treating your cunt nicely. he knows satoru is mean and practically bullies your pretty slit almost every day, but he wants to be the nice one, the one who you go to when your 'toru' is being too mean. yet, you're making it so fucking hard when you look at him with lidded eyes that beg him to be rougher with you...
but he knows he's done for when satoru whispers something in your ear that has your eyes fluttering a bit and gets a pretty little gasp from you. those gorgeous eyes—oh, do you have little tears in them too?—connect with his and he's fucked.
"s-suguuu, please," you coo to him, moving your legs to hook over his shoulders and pull him closer to the apex of your thighs. "i need your mouth on my pussy r-really bad, please don't tease me." you take a pause and squeeze your eyes shut, whining a little as satoru coos for you to keep going. "g-give my...my messy cunt attention, suguru..."
suguru shakily sighs and the next thing you know, his mouth is smushed against your pussy, his tongue hungrily swirling against your clit as his hands grab onto the fat of your thighs. he doesn't know what gojo told you in order to hear you say that, but he's silently thanking him as he messily sucks and slurps at your juicy cunt.
it's so hot, all it takes is a few swipes of his tongue and you're gushing everywhere. suguru lowers his head to dip into your hole and he moans. he missed this, missed the sweet taste of your juices on his tongue as you squirmed and moaned for him, your boyfriend's best friend.
"fuck, i-i can hear how wet she is," comes satoru's pitiful whine, his hand dipping down to swipe at your clit as suguru focused on lapping up everything that dripped out of you. "lemme help, lemme help, wanna help you get her creamy, sugu." the feeling of suguru groaning into your puffy folds has you keening, arching your back against satoru's chest. oh, he's in heaven watching you both. "yeah, you didn't know she could cream, didya? put your fingers in her, sugu, put 'em in that sticky little pussy 'n' angle up."
reluctantly pulling his mouth off you with a wet sound, suguru slips two of his fingers in you. he doesn't miss the cry of his name, but he really doesn't miss the delirious giggle and moan when he angles his fingers up, rubbing against that spongy spot.
"f-fuck, she's dripping..."
"go on, fuck her with your fingers, you know you wanna see her make a mess. make her fucking cream, suguru, get her prepped. maybe t'day she'll let you put it in...oh, based on your face, she just clenched on your fingers, yeah?"
his fingers are still swirling around your clit, his other coming down to press on your abdomen. he can hear you getting wetter, your little whimpers turning to moans as you slur their names desperately. he wants you to lose all thoughts, only able to think about him and suguru...yeah, he wants you all soft and sweet so he and his best friend can try and slip into those warm, slick walls.
"mmn...she's really creaming...god, pretty girl, can you cum for me? i wanna see you cum on my fingers. satoru, move your fingers, the poor thing needs my mouth on her."
"hmmm, suddenly you know what she needs? ehehehe, you're learninggg, suguruuuu!" if you had turned to look at satoru, you'd see the charged look in his eye, blue eyes practically glowing with insanity. his hand grabs a fistful of suguru's hair and pulls his face directly into your cunt, unable to handle any more of this. he wanted to see you cum on suguru's face.
"c'mon, c'mon, kiss it, suguru, make it messy for the both of us. mmh, fuck, listen to you making out with her pussy, s' wet and sticky, isn't it? oohmygod, both of you sound so good, she's gonna cum, sugu, she's gonna cum in your mouth...fuck, i love you both so much, can't wait to see you both fucking each other."
𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 ✘ 𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨
❤︎ synopsis: your fiancé knows you're worried that you're not good enough for him. good thing he's comfortable with spending an hour eating you out to prove to you he's committed for life. how else will you believe him? ❤︎ contents: MDNI. fiance! toji fushiguro, fem! reader, gendered terms (good girl, princess, etc) reader expresses insecurity and is dismissive of her feelings, a sprinkle of angst, porn with a plot, domestic n reassurance smut, oral (f. receiving), fingering, cum eating, pet names, praise, this one is for soft / subby readers !! ❤︎ wc: 2.4K ❤︎ authors note: KICKIN THIS OFF !! u know the drill 🐇🐇 !! ❤︎ 𝓢𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 & 𝓢𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 ℳ𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
you know you aren’t you fiancé’s first anything.
not first kiss, not first when it comes to intimacy, and definitely not his first romantic lover— not his first wife either. your fiancé had already had a wife, lived out that fairytale dream with another woman before you and even celebrated the coming of a child he named his blessing.
it’s easy to tell yourself not to be insecure, but it is hard trying not to entirely collapse upon yourself when you remember that the child you help get ready for school in the morning isn’t your own. he looks like a carbon copy of his former mother, and sometimes you feel as if you are tempering with something you shouldn’t. megumi is the boy’s name, a seven-year-old with the same attitude as his father that gives you a hard time, but you love him nonetheless. you love both of them, but it’s difficult to constantly remind yourself that you weren’t their first anything.
they’ve done this before with another woman; they both know the routines because they’ve lived out this life before the tragedy. where your toothbrush rests with megumi and toji's, there used to be another toothbrush there. where your shampoo rests, there used to be another, and where you lay at night... you cringe at the thought.
your fiancé has told you stories of his former beloved. she’s strong willed and poised like a swan, feathers fluttering in the silver shimmering moonlight. he is the lake that fills every waking space she takes, and you feel like a fisherman, metal tools in place intruding on the delicate moment of peace. you feel like an outsider of your own home; you wonder if this is what the rest of your life looks like and there is no way you can prevent it from unfolding.
a predetermined destiny.
“you’re trembling again.” a deep voice rumbles to life, and you snap out of the drowning— a moment to breathe, thank goodness.
you remember where you are, standing in your fiancé’s kitchen. you were making his afternoon tea, zoning out half way through adding the sugar to the mug. your hand tightens on the soft material of the sugar packet before ripping it open with perky fingernails.
“was i?” you ask, words light.
your husband had a lot on his plate already, the last thing he needed was to know that his new lover is questioning where exactly she stands in his life. it’s stupid to feel like this. your friends tell you that if he didn’t love you, he wouldn’t bother staying.
but it still hurts… something hurts.
“you were.” your beloved, toji, confirms. “you’re doing that a lot more often.”
you almost want to scoff. how can he tell? would he believe a lie or a thinly veiled acceptance of the situation?
you opt for the second option. there was no point in lying to the man who knew your mind and body like the back of his hand. toji has memorized your stories and rambles. your voice has been etched in the lines of his heart, beating strongly and echoing throughout the rest of his body.
“yeah, sorry. i haven’t been sleeping well.” you hum, taking the coffee cup and placing it on the table next to where he sits by his gray laptop.
you watch thick fingers trail over the keys. once, twice.
he’s thinking.
“what’s on your mind?” toji pokes; you curl into yourself.
“nothing. i’m worried that megumi’s bus comes too late in the morning. he barely makes it to school on time.” you reply, hand moving to take the seat next to him before toji’s hand comes up, fingers curling around your arm.
he pulls you to his lap, sitting you right on the heavy muscle of his left thigh. you mentally prepare for what might end up being the talk. or any talk for that reason, anxiety soaring to heights you didn’t know existed.
“i know there’s more to it.” he hums, unamused. “you can tell me anything, honey, you know this.”
“i know,” you smile down at him fondly, arms settling around his shoulders. “i’m thankful for you, toji.”
“yeah?” the man hums, low and dangerous. “‘m thankful for you too, dear.”
a beat of silence.
while you’re enjoying the quiet, toji wonders if he should push you further. he’s never liked how you keep things to yourself. he doesn’t blame you, you’ve had your own struggles with romantic relationships. it’s easier to hide away and take up as little space as possible, isn’t that what you learned?
however, it’s hard to always be patient with you. what is he supposed to do when you constantly scoot away when he moves closer? toji does what he’s always done.
pry it open and suck it dry.
“i know there’s something on your mind, darling.” he prods, voice dropping nearly an octave lower. “if you don’t tell me and play nice now, i’ll figure it out one way or another.”
you know he’s serious— and probably already knows what’s on your mind.
a shiver goes down your spine, and you know he isn’t playing around. toji definitely sticks to his word, and you knew this about him even before the two of you even started being intimate.
“i promise, it’s nothing.” you smile at him, but toji knows you’re still putting up a front.
he isn’t fond of it at all.
“don’t be difficult now.” he says, a sensual purr almost.
you had no idea that was your last warning.
“i’m not—”
rather than being met with the round, booming of his voice, he gently latches his lips to your neck. toji exhales, making sure to awake every little hair on your neck when a staggered breath leaves him. your heart beats frantically in your chest, hands immediately moving to grip onto the soft black hair of his head.
he gives the crease of your neck a light kiss, inner lip brushing and wetting the inside of his kiss. toji gives a satisfied hum, pink lips making a soft sound when he finally pulls away.
“are you going to make me figure out what’s wrong?” toji mumbles against the shell of your ear. “i’m not above taking things for myself; you know this.”
part of you wants to tell him right away, but your bratty side responds instead, stubbornly shaking your head and purposefully pushing his buttons— curious to find out exactly what would happen if you didn’t play nice.
“mkay, if you wanna play like that, we can,” your fiancé chuckles against your skin, giving your neck another kitten lick. “i better not see any tears though.”
before you can respond with your own quip, you’re swept off of your feet. he immediately takes you to the living room, plopping you right on the middle of the leather sofa before spreading your legs with strong hands.
if you want to play like that, he can play too.
rather than hooking his fingers around the waistband of his pants, toji settles his face between the fabric. he angles his head right into your clothed crotch, nosing your clothed clit through the material of your cotton sweatpants. when you gasp, he grins, pleased with the reaction he can evoke even without having to directly take your pants off.
“why aren’t you telling me, hm?” toji asks, taunting you.
his hands gently massage into your thighs, fingers mashing together the soft flesh between his hands. he gently slips your pants off, placing his cheek on your right thigh, breathing in the sweet scent of your womanhood.
“are you scared i’ll be mad? is that it?” your fiancé hums, fingers trailing your pretty pink panties.
you shake your head.
“or do you think i will get sad or upset?” he continues, watching your cunt clench around nothing. toji drags his thumb against the soaking, sticky fabric of your wet underwear.
you mewl quietly, and toji chuckles— it’s low and handsome, the type of chuckle that makes your heart swell. the one where his lip unfurls into a charming smile, eyes sparkling with adoration.
“am i getting closer to the right answer?”
when he realizes how embarrassed you are, he stops teasing just for a moment. you’re here, legs spread wide open for him— pussy drooling around nothing and staining the thin material of your panties. how embarrassing…
“oh, i see.” he smiles. “you’re feeling shy again, aren’t you? well, that’s okay. just be a good girl and hold still while i take what’s mine.”
toji’s warm lips brush your inner thigh, fingers carefully pulling at the sticky part of your underwear to get a clear view of your exposed pussy. he gives a satisfied hum, tastebuds immediately recognizing the sweet, moist taste of your cunt. he could die a happy man like this, between your thighs and lips plastered against your writhing core.
“toji…”
“mm-mm, don’t move too much,” toji groans deeply. “you can only nod and shake your head. won’t you be good?”
when you nod, your fiancé smiles— he presses a soft kiss to the pearl of your perky clit.
“atta girl.”
toji’s lips press against your soft folds, tongue dipping between the heaven between your thighs. your toes curl, a soft groan being pulled from your throat as he continues licking and gently sucking between the folds.
“mm, all mine, isn’t that right?” your fiancé coos, tip of his nose meanly pushed against your swollen clit.
“m… mhm…”
“prettiest little cunny i’ve ever seen…” toji praises you, knowing the words go straight to your head and make you dizzy.
you nod weakly, barely able to keep your eyes open. the sensation is too much— your hands come up, gripping toji’s hair with hands desperate for anything that could possibly ground you during this moment.
not even that, but toji is so much bigger than you… like a wolf ravishing a rabbit, you trust him entirely, hand coming down to search for his. you hold his hand, fingers intertwining with his. your fingernails come down and make little crescent moons into his fair skin.
“you look so pretty, mm?” he pulls his mouth away, and before you can savor in the sweet relief— toji slides two fingers into you with ease, walls spasming by the sudden movement of your beloved.
“toji—” you murmur.
heavy and thick fingers stretch your insides, and your straining legs close around his head. you shut your eyes, tears welling your lash line as he eats you out restlessly. toji has no shame, not today and certainly not ever. the lewd kissing noises coming from your bottom half is downright embarrassing, and you almost want to pull away simply because you’re so shy— so shy of having your little pussy eaten by the man in front of you.
“you’re so cute. she’s clenchin’ around me, baby.” toji chuckles lowly. he drags his lips against your inner thigh, kissing the skin tenderly as thick fingers scissor your soft insides.
you shake your head shyly.
“mhm, so cute… here moaning and crying f’me,” he smiles, “you’re gonna be the cutest little wife of mine, aren’t you, hm?”
your heart swells with love, and amidst the pathetic squirming, you wonder how he knew— he always knew what to say when you were like this. was eating you out a confirmation that he loved you? it felt more like an unrecognized punishment, tongue-fucking you on the expensive leather sofa he bought last week.
“so pretty, so good.” your fiancé grumbles, emerald eyes meeting yours.
toji tries to forget the way his dick strains in his pants at the sight of you all flustered, mumbling incoherent words, eyebrows creased together.
you gasp, feeling your orgasm tumble towards you.
“w-wait, toji, ‘s too much!” you wail, but his pace doesn’t slow.
“mm, no, i think you can take it,” toji coos. “you’ve taken more of me before.”
you shake your head frantically, but you’re met with a gentle kiss to your cheek. toji leans up, two fingers sensually moving in and out of you.
he noses your cheek affectionately, “won’t you come for me? let me be a good husband, baby… let me be good.”
when you whine, toji shushes you quietly.
“shush, now… all you have to do is come on my fingers, can you do that, my pretty wife?” he presses his lips to your earlobe. “i know you can do it.”
a few more gentle strokes, the soft padding of his fingertips brushing against your insides and you’re shaking— trembling in his arms as he continues fingering your cunt. you cry out, overwhelmed and overstimulated, your arms come up in a weak attempt to push away your fiancé.
you pant, looking up at him with glossy eyes. fat tears flow down your face, and toji smiles… his soiled right hand coming up to touch your cheeks. he smiles fondly at you, smearing your milky release onto your cheek before popping a heavy thumb into your mouth.
“suck.” toji purrs, groaning at the sensation of your tongue swirling his dirtied thumb before it escapes your swollen lips with a soft pop.
a light string of saliva lines his finger and your bottom lip, and toji chuckles when you wipe it away, embarrassed.
“good girl,” he noses your cheek once more, taking in the soft scent of your skin. “you’re an amazing fiancé, and i won’t regret marrying you one bit.”
soft pants escape your lips, and your walls finally come crumbling down. you sniffle into his chest, and toji shifts, laying his head on your chest in an attempt to ground your frantic heart.
“my girl is such a crybaby,” he pats the back of your head lovingly. “you need to stop cryin’ so much… megumi and i are grateful for you, and i’m glad he gets to really have a mother figure in his life— even if you aren’t his biological mother.”
you sniffle, nodding against the soft black material of his shirt.
“you’re doing fine, pretty… i really have no idea why you’re so insecure, silly girl.” toji kisses your forehead.
“‘m sorry, i’ll work on it.” you perk up, looking at your beloved with a new found determination.
“i know, but until then,” he begins, shifting so that he’s seated between your legs again. “i’ll keep reminding you.”
“wait, toji but we just...” a sharp gasp, “what about megumi? his bus gets home in thirty minutes…”
“well, i guess that means i get another hour with my soon to be wife, doesn’t it?”
“toji—”
“i’ll be quick, i promise.”
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just a short smut fic about Leon bc I have history tomorrow and I am about to explode i need to get my mind off of it!! no thoughts about history just Leon !!!
warnings: none! just pure smut with fem!reader
topic: thigh worship bc!! thighs!! i love thighs!! chubby skinny thin toned soft thick IDC i love thighs. so does leon he told me that himself !!!!! Leon Kennedy loves eating you out thats it thats the plot
Leon is a sucker for thighs. He loves thighs. Worships thighs. Could spend hours on your thighs, sleeping on them, kissing them,
but his favorite thing is being between your thighs <3
Leon is a messy eater. You found that long time ago. No matter his mood or energy level — it always ends up messy. Now, Leon has his beloved way of eating you out.
Face sitting
When Leon proposed this idea at first, he was a bit shy, just a bit. His first words were “suffocating between your thighs would be a way to go I wouldn’t complain about.” with that smirk of his. Took a bit to actually get you to sit on him like he’s a damn chair, ended up with him pulling you all the way down, but you’re sitting, so that’s what matters!
When you sat on his face, he thought he’s in heaven. Grows pussydrunk so fast, doesn’t care about his thick cock throbbing in his pants, growls when you try to touch it because why aren’t you focusing on his tongue !! (he ends up cumming in his pants in the end btw)
Slurps, sucks, kisses, nibbles — he LOVES (your) pussy. Leon is a (your) pussy lover. He moans like a damn whore when you grind against him. Sometimes he wraps his hands around your thighs to make you grind against him, eating you so passionately he forgets about the world outside <3 He just loves being used by you!! that’s his life dream!!
“That’s it baby, best pussy in the whole world, lovin’ it s’ much, god,” the crack in his voice is just.. chefs kiss. Sometimes it feels like Leon talks to your pussy instead to you, but you know he loves you as much !!
He doesn’t stop even when you cum, he has to pull out at least two orgasms out of you before he even considers letting you go.
“Cmon.. baby, just one more, know you can do it,” He mumbles between the sucks. He says it for the third time today. You end up completely fucked dumb by his tongue <3 But when he finally stops, he always ends the session with a small press to your clit,
“Sorry baby, not my fault you taste too good.”
Obviously the session doesn’t end there though. Now it’s his time. But not before he presses soft, loving kisses to your thighs, marking them up, gripping them so possessively but still gently. When he’s satisfied with the sight, he finally takes his pants off and lets his cock spring out, hard and leaking for you <3
But no, he doesn’t fuck your pussy. He knows you’re overstimulated! He’s not that cruel!! But he fucks your thighs. Damn, your thighs, he just loves them. He presses your thighs together — he LOVES and lives for the sight of it. And then puts his dick in front of those soft legs, guiding himself between your thighs before finally pushing forward, letting out the loudest whine you heard.
“Shit, s’good, goddamn, you were made for me,“ He genuinely starts babbling, just as fucked dumb as you are. Moving his hips lazily but desperately, covering your inner thighs with his precum. And when he finally cums on your thighs and pulls away, he turns you around and just stares at the art work he made. to him, the sight of your thighs covered in his seed is a damn piece of art.
“Princess, can I take a photo? Looks so pretty, all mine,”
He ends up taking a photo of your thighs like this, his hand resting there and gently squishing the soft flesh, as if marking you as his. You just know he’s gonna jerk his damn soul off to that photo when you’re not around.
End! Phew, that took a minute. I have a history test tomorrow, I will scream my lungs out. Wish me luck or smth </3
Thinking of the sweetest, most gentle and tender husband Nanami Kento who's dressing you before going out to dinner with your friends only to end up getting distracted.
He was on his knees, dragging your tights up your thighs as you sat on the bed. One loving kiss led to another until his mouth found your panties.
He'd only just put them on for you. A skimpy red pair, matching your bra. He's got your favourite dress laid out on the bed for you too, and he'll see which necklace you'll pick out tonight.
Will it be diamonds, pearls, or his hands?
But first he'll savour this most delicious appetiser, pushing your fresh panties aside that are already soaked, and getting his tongue all over you.
"You taste divine," he always utters such eloquent praise into your pussy, even when he's throbbing hard and leaking pre all over himself.
He can't concentrate on that; the fattest, thickest swell in pants that's bound to bust out any second.
He's fucking busy, licking up your juice.
"K-Kento - pl- please- "
The man can barely hear you.
His tongue is swirling around your clit until you're left faint from the pleasure. Your body collapses back on the bed and you let out one of your most beautiful moans.
"That's it- baby, that's my favourite sound~"
He tells you, drawing out your orgasm with his lips and tongue, his whole mouth, till he's drenched and needy.
But he has to stop.
He licks a big stripe up your pussy and clit, up to your stomach, then sucks a little kiss there before pulling away.
He drags your panties back up and leaves his meal unfinished.
"Come on, sweetheart. We're going to be late."
He finishes dressing you with care and dedication, watching you recover your senses and apply a little make-up.
He drives you to dinner and is only able to relinquish the arousal in his guts when you get home and let him fuck you like an animal.
Hot To Go!
Synopsis. Getting hit by a séx technique? No problem! Of course, you’re there to help.
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, séx cursed technique (he’s affected), mating press, they’re REALLY needy, fúck or díe, oraI (fem receiving), jealousy (Nanami’s), bréeding, marathon séx, teary Gojo, creampíe, spítting, cúmplay, thígh ríding, fíngering, VERY pússydrunk boys, true form! Sukuna, dp, pet names, swearing.
Word count. 5.5k (woah)
A/N. I needed this outta my mind so bad y’all omg. Have a lovely day babygirls <3
♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - Just sit on it, woman!
“Please…” Toji drawls, slow and syrupy around your puffy clit. “Who do you think you are, doll? Just sit.”
Now, the problem wasn’t that strange, low-level curse from Toji’s latest job. No, don’t make him laugh - he barely felt whatever that weak cursed technique was. The problem was the way he’d trudged back home, not even thinking of reaching for that door handle before it hits him.
Suddenly too-sensitive nose getting a whiff of your shampoo - all the way from inside the bedroom.
All the way to that dangerous, ugly little part of himself that says that if he doesn’t get a taste of you right now then neither of you are making out of this alive.
And it’s all you can do to gasp, “T-Toji what happened?”
“You. You happened. N’ I don’t care if I hafta oh-” he cuts himself off, hot lips surging forwards - addicted - to place another slow, wet peck on the sweet sweet juices beading at your cunt. “-if I hafta fuckin’ suffocate, m’gonna die if you don’t just sit, goddammit.”
“Fuck!” you keen when two, calloused hands of Toji’s loop around your shaky thighs. Pulling, dragging you down to press your entire weight down onto his slutty mouth. “You’re being so…”
He barely even hears you - too caught up on the way your pretty cunt was drooling down his waiting tongue.
Prominent Adam’s apple bobbing, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he tips his face up, up, up to let your heady juices slide down his throat. “What? Filthy? Needy? Like a bitch in heat?”
Each hissed out little word has you jolting on top of him - and Toji only tightening his bruising grip with a pained grunt to stop you from disconnecting with his ruthless lips.
“Ohhh fuck stay still, woman. S’the stuff of heaven. You’re so lucky you weren’t anywhere near me after that fight.” he spits at the feeling of you clenching around him, mouth moving a mile a minute even when he slips it past your swollen folds, dragging the muscles along all your hidden sweet spots. “So lucky. So sweet- so perfect thought I was gonna die without a lil’ taste-”
A shiver runs down your spine - all the way down to where Toji was messily making out with your ravaged pussy. Stretching you out, milking himself on your sloppy entrance. Animalistically, even.
You squeal, “Think I’m gonna die.”
“Shit- and you think I care? Just want- ngh-” And that sinful little scar rubs up against your sensitive folds when Toji grins knowingly, so deep now that his nose was pressing against your pelvis, jaw grinding against you. Big arms orchestrating each mean, long drag of your sloppy pussy up and down his pretty face. Up and down up and down up and- “What did I say? This is all because of y-you, y’know?”
And Toji’s tone is so low, strangled - that the answer almost comes out as a whine. It makes you snap your glassy eyes down to look - to gape at how utterly wrecked he already was.
Dark hair curtaining those pussydrunk, half-lidded eyes, your slick glossing prettily over his plump lips - all the way down to his cheeks, his sharp jawline. And only getting sloppier with each movement,
“Me?” you blink tearily - fuck, when did it get so good you started crying? And why was Toji much the same? Dark eyes wet and miles away.
“Mhm.”
“S’your fault for being so- so-” As if the words were failing him, Toji’s only moves to suck harsher on your throbbing clit. Obscene little smacks of his lips following your barely-lucid ah! ah! ah! “-like this.”
Even through the haze of it all, you manage out a huff of laughter, “Like this?”
For this, you get a sharp smack! on the fat of your ass. Thick fingers soothing over the sting almost immediately so that you’re not bowing your body away from Toji’s persistent mouth, “S’it so bad if I wanna taste my sweet girl?.” He moans, sounding so genuinely pained, “But I need you- need to taste this fuuuck pretty cunt so bad. Gonna die if I don’t- if I-”
“Hngh- yes- fuck fuck fuck, Toji-” your fingers threat their way into his soft hair. Tugging and pulling with each harsh lap at your cunt. Your body arching like a slut as if on command when he speeds up, “-feels too good. M’so close fuck-”
“Be messy, be loud- I don’t fucking care.” he hisses, brows furrowing in concentration. And whatever’s left of that practical little part of your hazy mind wonders whether it doesn’t hurt - whether his tongue wasn’t cramping up, mouth aching. “Jus- jus wan’ you to cum on m’tongue. You’ll let me taste you, right, doll? Want it want it want it so fuckin’ bad-”
You didn’t know who wanted you to cum more - you, or your dear boyfriend.
But when you do - you have you answer.
“F-fuck, Toji.” your gummy walls clench around where he was bullying his tongue inside. “M’cumming- M’cumming m’cumming m’- ah!”
“Give it t’me. Give it allll to me that’s it.” Because Toji’s lapping at each and every syrupy drop of your juices, moaning into your cunt as you ride him through your high. Addicted. The vibrations having your hips stuttering and unstable on top of him.
He lets his thumb draw lazy, tight circles on your sensitive clit. Unstopping - even when you’re blinking back your spotty vision, tears crinkling at the corner of your eyes at the overstimulation.
Even when you try to pull away from his ruthless mouth - little, messy strings of spit and slick snapping in the nonexistent distance.
Even when he still darts his tongue out hastily to taste you sloppily, “One more - didn’t get enough of m’fill.”
♡ NANAMI KENTO - Can’t- won’t wait!
Everyone knows that your husband Nanami was protective - rightfully so. Everyone knows that just a toe out of line could have the stoic man snapping - showing off exactly why he was the one that put that pretty lil’ ring on your finger.
But never like this.
Never so…crazed.
And it’d only taken one too many flirty comments from some new intern in the time it’d taken Nanami to rush over there from his latest jujutsu mission. Just for your husband to drag you away from the party, barely paying attention to anything else.
Though, when you caught a glimpse of his eyes you didn’t think he could - gaze strangely hazy, breath a bit shorter, skin flushed a delicate pink.
“Can’t believe it.” he groans, pressing you up against the wall of the nearest empty room he could find. Fat cock just nudging past that feeble ring of resistance of yours. “Can’t fuckin’ believe it. Fuck-”
You’re jumping slightly with each little profanity spat into your open mouth, bleary eyes blinking up at your Nanami. Managing out, “Is everything hah- alright, Ken?”
“Can’t fucking believe it.”
There it was again.
That low, accusing little mantra - this time panted out into the side of your racing pulse. Breaking ever-so-slightly at the end when Nanami’s bullying his swollen cock deeper past your plushy walls, the curve of his girth having you arch like such a slut against the wall.
Nanami growls, “Can’t fucking believe-” he slides two hands under your weakening thighs easily, picking you up like some little ragdoll to be split apart on his cock. Murmuring against your mouth, “Can’t believe you won’t let me jus’ fuck you right then and there, my love.”
You don’t know what shocks you more - Nanami’s words or the way he’s immediately letting gravity do all the work, sliding your dripping cunt so easily down his cock. Inch by fucking inch.
All up until your pelvis was flush against those neat tufts of blond at his base. God, you don’t think you’ve ever seen Nanami so impatient.
“Thought I was gonna die without your sweet cunt.” He was barely even breathing. Eyes glassy - crazed. Voice so deep and ragged when he whispers into your ear. “Should’ve jus’ let me fuck you out there, right in the middle of the ball. Made a scene n’ showed them all please- we could go back-”
And it takes you a few seconds to realize that this is Nanami. Your Nanami.
Seriously, what the fuck happened on that mission?
“But- what?” you squeal, gummy walls swallowing him up so readily despite your confusion. “Who are you and what have you done with my husband?”
And this little comment makes Nanami physically stop, dark eyes glinting with something so dark - dangerous. Brows furrowing as he utters, “Nothing. Did you forget that I’m your husband, darling?” Having you scrambling to hang onto his broad shoulders as he walks over to splay you out so prettily on a nearby desk. “Or do I jus’ hafta remind you?”
It’s all it takes for Nanami to thrust up into your heavenly cunt. One hand holding you still on the cool desk, while the other just ravages your throbbing clit in time with his needy cock.
“F-fuck, Ken— oh- yes yes yes-”
Fat tip pressing up against your g-spot like he had a point to prove, spearing you at each harsh, bullying thrust that has you pushed further and further up the desk. Over and over.
The desk shifts ever-so-slightly with every smack of Nanami’s heavy balls against your ass. Creaking - but not loud enough over your obscene moans.
“Stop-” he chokes out at the feeling of your pussy being inched away from him. You weren’t running from him that easily. Which is exactly the thought ringing through his mind when Nanami circles his large hands underneath your thighs, dragging you right across to meet his sculpted front. “Stop fuckin’ running away.” Nevermind the fact that you weren’t - voluntarily at least. “Please- need it so badly, s’like m’burning without ya. You’re gonna take my cock like a hah- g-good lil’ wife, okay?”
And Nanami knows maybe he should slow down - maybe ease you into it, first. But either it was that stupid fucking cursed technique talking or maybe the sight of some loser being all starry-eyed at you, he’s fucking you into the desk so mean.
“Should’ve- would’ve.” he’s grunting, and you already know what he’s talking about. “Saw you in this pretty lil’ dress and fuck darling you don’t know how h-hard it was to ngh keep m’self in check.” Teeth nipping and leaving little bite marks down your neck, and shit if you were in any better state of mind you’d have had the rationality to be worried about them - about how people would talk if they saw those. “N’ I would’ve loved to. Don’ know how much I fuck- w-worship this pussy, my love. How much I was dreaming about it all day long.”
The creaking grows louder.
Your head is spinning right now, “All day long?”
“Mhm…” Nanami slurs, a loose little smile playing on his lips. “Always do. But today- fuck, today. Needed to feel you or I thought I was gonna ngh- die. Or worse.”
“Or worse.”
Bang!
In a split-second, you’re back bunched up in Nanami’s arms - his cock still buried deep within you. Moving. Merciless. Even though his eyes flicker downwards at the pile of wood that used to be a desk. “Lose you that promotion.”
♡ GETO SUGURU - Use?
“Use me.”
“What?”
“Use me, goddammit.”
Geto sounded almost hysterical now - words ragged, a pitch higher than normal. Staring at you with that drunk, wide-eyed gaze while you perched right on his muscular thigh. Looking as bewildered as you felt at that moment when he lets out a humorless little laugh, “That curse- fuck I should’ve known before ingesting- shit.”
Fingers frantic - almost tearing through the fabric of his boxers as he removes them feverishly.
And his cock didn’t just look rock-hard no- it looked so so angry. So painful. Flushed a pretty red at his weepy tip, leaking down, down, down straight to where you’d unconsciously wrapped your hand around him.
“O-oh.” he gasps in relief when you’re dragging your fist up his cock. Head throwing back to show off that long, beautiful neck - dusted with a blush going all the way down. “Could cum from just this fuuuck.”
And this was nothing like the Geto Suguru you were used to - the sweet talker who’d have you falling apart with just a few words. The one that treated sex like a game - where you were always his pretty lil’ loser.
“Care to elaborate, Sugu?” you flash him a smug smirk - one that makes his swollen cock twitch traitorously in your hand. “Shit, you’re so needy right now you could cum untouched.”
“You little bitch.” he spits out, greedy gaze stuck on the way you were beginning to drag your sloppy cunt up and down his toned thigh. In a way that makes it impossible for Geto to tear his eyes away from the way you were intentionally catching your throbbing clit on each and every dip of muscle, spreading your puffy folds. “You know what I mean.”
You’re batting your lashes so deceivingly innocently, grinding your hips down harder. “I don’t.”
As if to prove your point, you squeeze around his aching dick even harder, pumping your fist all the way from his soaked base up to his sensitive slit.
Immediately, he bucks his hips up wildly, precum smearing a glossy sheen all over your wrist. “F-fuck you.” he spits. “You little-” And oh you should’ve known that Geto was Geto despite whatever he’d been cursed with. That it’d only take him a split second to reach a hand over to smear the mess of sweet sweet juices you were trailing over his thigh. Bullying his dripping wet fingers between your lips, “You talk too fuckin’ much, gorgeous.”
Oh.
Oh, you were fucked.
“You really think I’d let you g-get away with hah that much?” Geto drawls against your ear, fingers dancing down to control your movements riding his thigh. “N’ after ngh- I was so nice.” He was pulling - dragging you at a mean little pace now. “Should’ve just shut up n’ taken it. Should’ve just used me when I asked.”
It’s like he’d forgotten all about his lust-drunk little state.
You’re mewling, muffled around his thick fingers. Something that only makes his lips curl up into a syrupy, smug grin, “Who’s cumming untouched now? Got somethin’ to fuck- say?”
You do - and you’re thumbing teasingly under Geto’s neat slit, reveling in the way that makes his harsh little rant die in his throat. Moving your hand up and down to first his cock needily in hasty, long movements like you were trying to fuck something delicious out.
“You little minx hah-” he’s pressing his fingers right at the back of your tongue, hot mouth kissing away the salty tears welling up behind your eyes. “S-so dirty.”
And it was dirty - your hands coated in Geto’s sheen of precum, his thigh glossy with your slick. But neither of you could bring yourselves to be disgusted - not one bit.
Not when Geto was forcing down your hips harder, bouncing his knee to match your slutty little tempo. Faster. More desperate. Letting you concentrate on driving him fucking insane with your soft hands - palming and running only on the need to making him cum. To have him spill so hotly all over your hands.
“Yeah, oh God that’s right- Use me use me use me-” Geto’s mouth slacks open, eyes heady and cracked only to eye the way you’re clenching and quivering around nothing. Your hips only stuttering - getting sloppier and sloppier with each weighty, hard slide down his thigh. He groans, “Fuck fuck fuck m’close-”
“M-me too-” you whine, voice breaking so pathetically at the end. “So much for coming untouched.”
Close - too close.
Close enough that you’re barely even noticing the way Geto’s stiffening up underneath you. Breath hitching in his throat before-
Slam!
“Wha-” Your back hits the plush mattress - so fast that you almost have half the mind to wonder whether this was some figment of your imagination. But, no, Geto’s hot tip nudging at your puffy folds was real. Dangerous. Waiting for just the right moment to rip you apart. His bated breath against your ear was real - very, very real.
“You didn’t really think I’d let you off that easy, did you, gorgeous?”
♡ CHOSO KAMO - “S-sex?”
Oh, Choso sounded so fucked out just from uttering that.
And you feel the way your cunt clenches at that broken, almost-whiny little plea coming from your best friend’s mouth. Big, dark eyes blinking up at you dazedly in a way that makes you tighten your legs around his waist, pinned to the floor of- fuck, which curse site was this again?
“Mhm, Cho.” you hum, drinking in the shallow pants he lets out into your mouth when you slide his leaky, angry tip between your swollen folds. Barely teasing him between your slit, “S’the only way to get rid of this technique, right?”
Clothes are torn off, breaths coming out in pants. You don’t know if Choso registers your words - shit, you don’t know if he even hears you right now.
Barely even breathing as he slides two shaky hands of his to rest up at your hips. Giving you a reassuring squeeze once. Twice. Before pulling you down in a split second.
“Yes!” the word bursts out from his lips. Choso drags your body up, up, up his throbbing length like some ragdoll - until his pretty pink tip was just circling around your sloppy hole - only to bring you all the way back down again. Barely even halfway in yet, but the stretch - fuck, the stretch had you arching for more. “Yes yes yes yes yes fuck yes if you feel just like- like heaven-”
You never thought your sweet Choso would be so needy. Would buck his hips so ferally into your syrupy sweet cunt until you were second-guessing why it ever took so long to do something like this.
Until today’s fateful little mishap with another curse, that is - and oh, you’ve never been more grateful for that stray cursed technique.
“Hngh-” you screw your eyes shut when the curve of his dick brushed against your sweet spots - unforgivingly. Spreading the fat of your ass in two big hands, trying to squeeze himself inside deeper. Again. And again and again and- “S-slow down, Cho–”
‘Slow down?” Choso breathes from below you - sounding so genuinely bewildered. Still thrusting up in stubborn, long grinds. “Y-you want me to slow down? After- after this?” He’s giving a mean thrust into your gummy pussy, eyes widening down at the heavenly view of your puffy lips sucking him up. Spread needily, bulging around his girth in a way he’d have felt sorry for if he was in any better state of mind. “Slow down- Yeah, gotta- gotta slow down.”
But he only fucks up into you harder. Stronger. Like it killed him to do anything but take you right now and right there on the floor. Messy - no rhythm or rhyme of his hips, just running on pure need and the feeling of you milking his poor cock.
And the idea of that - of your best friend being drunk on the feeling of you wrapped around his aching cock - has you a little more breathless than you’d like. Plushy walls clamping down tight.
Almost immediately, Choso’s throwing his head back, gasping out a stuttering, “O-oh so ngh- that’s what it feels like. Always- always imagined if…” You don’t get to hear the rest of his sentence because two long fingers of his are latching on shyly to your sensitive clit, rolling softly.
And if he were any less of a man, Choso would be cumming on the spot - fuck, he’d be passing out.
“Fuuuuck tighter than I’d dreamt of.” he whimpers, cock twitching wildly inside your dripping cunt. Deft fingers find a lewd little rhythm to toy with your ravaged clit. “Have to slow down- have to- can’t.”
He was out of control now. Sloppy. Teary praises leaving those pretty pink lips with each bullying piston of his hips.
“Ch-Choso!” you whine, dragging your hips down to meet his sloppy cadence.
Choso’s eyes flutter to the back of his head, grunting “Yes, yes that’s it, my baby. Say my name.” Using his inhuman strength to put pressure on your hips. “Take it- take it please. Wan’ see you full of m’cock.” All the way until the heady bedroom echoes with a loud smack! his fat head kissing your cervix, heavy balls imprinting against your ass.
And then it’s like something snapped.
Choso’s sanity - his restraint. Possibly you by the end of this.
Because in all of two seconds, he’s flipping the two of you over. Your back pressed against the cool floor, legs thrown over his shoulders until your knees were folded all the way up into your tits, Choso groans into your ear at the all new angle.
Not wasting a second longer before fucking you in this mean little mating press, abs rippling with each heavy, calculated movement.
“Baby…” Choso drags his lips up your neck, sharp canines biting down on your earlobe. Gentle - the complete opposite of his rock-hard cock. “Think if I cum inside s’gonna solve the curse?”
Oh.
♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - True kinda love
You thought you’d seen everything there is about the king of curses. Anything from those smug kisses he’d give you after taking care of “scum curses” for fun to the times he’d begrudgingly watch sappy movies with you - only to fuck away your tears at the end.
You thought.
But oh you’d never seen him like this - yukata torn apart, no longer fitting how much bigger was, how much stronger his form was. His true form.
Muscles just bulging on all four arms, eyes half-lidded, dark nails leaving neat little indents where he held your squirming hips sat prettily on two matching, painfully hard cocks.
Well, “sat prettily” was an understatement - right now you felt so full you could’ve just died.
“Heh, better not die on me just yet because I feel like m’gonna kill fucking everyone..” Sukuna’s large pecs rumble with laughter- shit, had you said that out loud? “Everything.” Long tongue coming up to lick a hot trail up the big fat tears streaming down your cheeks. Whispering raggedly, “God- fuck! How’d you want it? Like I’m me or like hah- this?”
It’s all you can do to crane your head up deliriously, batting your teary lashes in a way that makes Sukuna twitch so wildly.
His veins thump! thump! thumping into your gummy walls, fat heads nudging right at your bruised cervix - your lungs it felt like. Hips grinding up into yours when he’s shoving himself impossibly deeper, “Answer me.”
“Fuck!” you’re gasping, stupidly. Glassy gaze flitting down to the two angry cocks bullied inside your poor pussy. And still going. “N-no, your true ngh- form- fuck-”
“Oh yeah?”
Your words are coming out a garbled mess, making such a sly, dangerous leer spread across Sukuna’s lips. Fucking up faster. Sloppier.
Oh, the feeling had him lightheaded. Had him thankful he lost control of his powers to maintain that pathetic human image of his. Had him ramming past those rings of muscle again. And again. And again and again- oh he was fucked.
“Fuuuck, feel like m’burning. M’so lucky.” Sukuna slurs out, a free hand of his busying itself toying with your throbbing clit. Pulling, rolling in a way he knows will have you whining so prettily. “Sooo fuckin’ lucky I didn’t kill that fuckin’ trash curse.” Glossing his wrists with your sweet sweet juices, lips kissing at your heated ears. “Because now I get to see how much of a slut my girl is f’me, hm?”
The only answer he’s getting is a wet string of profanities that even Ryomen Sukuna himself is proud of.
Because suddenly Sukuna’s crashing his achy tips against your g-spot, throwing his head back at how fucking sinful it felt to be rubbing up against himself.
“Shit- yer only getting tighter.” he spits, strained. Sculpted thighs rippling underneath you where he was fucking up into you in jagged, methodical half-thrusts to mold your sweet cunt to him. “Ngh- fuuuck gonna be the death of me, pretty girl.”
“Please-” you’re clawing at the sheets, the headboard, Sukuna’s shoulders - anything and everything to keep your sanity. Begging for- what? Mercy? More? “Please please- m’so close. Kuna ngh-”
He cranes his head down to kiss at your slack lips, breaths feverish. “Damn. Open that m-mouth now, brat. Jus’ a bit- jus’ a bit more.”
Your mouth is sagging open, tongue lolling out before you know it - positioned perfectly for the bigger man to purse his lips and spit. Once. Twice.
And Sukuna knew he had perfect aim, he knew he could’ve made this easy for you - but, no, the steady stream of saliva is splattering against the side of your mouth. A large thumb of his coming up to swipe the mess across your wobbly lower lips.
“My girl deserves to be treated like the slut she is, right?”
His true form has those inhumanly large fingers moving so unfairly fast on your clit, rolling and pinching in an obscene little blur.
“Oh- oh my god-” you sob, ass stinging where his heavy balls were smacking you - sure to leave a few embarrassing marks. And fuck he’s not even all the way in yet. “Y-you’re so deep- so much. Close Hngh-”
Sukuna’s grinning, two hands helping just drag you down his sloppy length, until your sopping folds were kissing at his toned pelvis. Another dancing up to knead and grope your sloppy hole open wider, “Say it. Say who you’re acting like such a slut for.”
“It’s- fuck!”
“Say it properly, my cockdrunk girl. Say it if you wanna cum.”
“You!” your words fail you pathetically, and the only think you’re moaning next is Sukuna’s name - like a prayer. “S’you Kuna oh-”
And then you’re cumming - white-hot pleasure behind your eyes, and Sukuna’s name in your mouth. Arching into his body. His tongue slipping past your puffy lips to muffle his own moans because God this was the hardest he’d cum in his life and he wasn’t about to drown out any of your pretty moans with it.
“Oh-” Sukuna shudders, fucking you over and over through your high. Two hands carrying your weight and- shit, when did he stand up? “Yeahh, milk me like that, just it mm knew you were so good f’me-”
You’re realizing with a jolt that he’d gotten up, using gravity to his advantage and sliding you up and down his swollen cocks like some glorified sextoy. So easily. So sinfully while he filled your poor overfilled over and over.
Thick, hot globs of cum that drool down your messy cunt, so fucking much from both his throbbing cocks. Like he couldn’t - wouldn’t stop.
Enough to form a pool at Sukuna’s feet. One he doesn’t even give a second glance before muttering, “Ya better hope you’re on the pill because the curse and I are far from over, brat.”
♡ GOJO SATORU - STRONGEST
You thought it would bate by his second orgasm.
And when it didn’t, well, surely the third time was the charm…
Or, well on the slight chance that that didn’t work - the fourth would be the last, right? Right?
“Sweetheart…” Gojo mutters, teary, red-rimmed eyes peering so unfairly into your hazy ones. Folding your trembling, limp legs back into such a tight mating press. “Jus’ one more time. Please? I promise this fifth time’s gonna be the last.”
Wrong. And here you were, folded up in half underneath the great Gojo Satoru - the strongest, the same sorcerer that can take down a special grade and let himself be hit by its cursed technique (“out of curiosity!”) in the same breath.
“A-another?” you mutter, but it comes out much more breathless than you intended. Thighs tightening involuntarily where they were thrown over Gojo’s broad shoulders. “Toru, are you sure-”
Your dear boyfriend’s only giving you a slow, lazy nod. A dopey smile spreading over his face when he spots the trail of gooey white dribbling down your poor, overfilled pussy, gushing out of you with each languid thrust. Oh- shit, when had he started moving again? You bet even he didn’t know that answer.
And before you can react, Gojo’s taking the time to pool the sinful mess on two of his fingers - promptly bullying them back into your already stuffed cunt.
Fuck, you’re not making it out of this alive.
“Shit, taking me so e-easily, huh?” Gojo’s raw, pink lips fall open when your sloppy hole stretches just enough to accommodate his long fingers. “Y-yeah tha’s it. Take it like m’good girl.” Tears of sensitivity pricking behind his eyes when you clench around him so fucking tight, your plushy walls just milking his ravaged cock. “F-fuck s’too sensitive. Too much!”
And despite his own little whines at the back of his throat, Gojo makes no move to stop.
Did he say he’d stop? Ah, his fried brain couldn’t remember anymore.
None at all, instead, he’s raising his glossy finger pads right up to his mouth. Blue eyes falling shut when he presses them inside momentarily, sucking, savoring the taste of you and him and you-
“You’re t-too much, Toru.” you squeal in embarrassment.
And that’s all it takes the strongest to let out a barely-lucid hum of agreement - pulling out his fingers with a lewd pop!
“I know, sweetheart, I know.” he leans down to hum, breath hot against your face. “But what can I- ngh- do-” Each word was punctuated by a harsh, sloppy smack of his hips against your own. Not even bothering pulling all the way out - Gojo doesn’t have to, because he’s nudging all your sweet spots so expertly anyway. Grunting out over those absolutely lewd squelches, “I just want- need you so bad. S’like m’burning from the inside hah- o-out if I don’t ngh fuck this pretty pussy.” He’s babbling deliriously, bent so far down now that your forehead is pressed up against his, thighs burning at the stretch. “-need it so bad. Need it - my one weakness, sweetheart. S’gonna kill me- gonna be the death of me oh-”
“Please!” you think you could almost feel Gojo’s cum sloshing around your walls right now. Fucking you into the mattress so hard - so deep - that you wonder by what miracle the neither of you haven’t broken anything yet.
It wasn’t a miracle - it was his reverse cursed technique, which the both of you discover only much, much later.
But for now you’re only clinging desperately to Gojo’s muscled shoulders, bones popping in protest. Fucked-out whimpers spiling from his pretty mouth each time he was slamming his poor, overused cock inside you. Teary eyes screwing shut because shit it hurt so good. Too good.
“F-Fuck!” you’re gasping when he dances his fingers straight down to draw hasty, feverish little circles on your poor clit. Fingers clawing at his persistent wrist, “Oh my god-”
Gojo hums into your mouth, “J-just ‘Toru’ is fine.”
You let his cocky little comment slide - if only because your boyfriend was smashing into your g-spot repeatedly now. Over and over.
Voice about an octave higher when he’s groaning, “Y-yeah, that good? Ngh- ah!” His hips were stuttering forwards - messy, so so needy like he was drunk on those cute lil’ whines tearing from you with each drag of his cock. “Yeah fuck fuck f-fuck yer killin’ me - pussy too good, feels like m’gonna die.”
God, he really did feel like he could die. Fuck.
“M-me too ngh, Toru.” you wrench your eyes open when something so wet splashes onto your cheeks. Boring into Gojo’s glassy, pussydrunk eyes. Crying now. “M’so close-”
“O-oh yeah?”
And then he’s speeding up - if that was even possible. Flushed skin smacking against yours harder. Just a bit more calculated. Like he couldn’t stop. Uncontrollable.
Enough for Gojo to blink away the slight haze in his eyes and actually look at you. Look at the way your lips wobble with each glide of his fat tip against your sensitive spots, the way you milk him harder when he’s smearing his mess of cum all over your clit. At those delirious little heart-eyes you give him when he only lets his jaw sag open, such fucking embarrassing whimpers of your name being drawn all the way from his overworked cock.
“Cum f’me, sweetheart.” he manages to grit out. “Cum f’me cum f’me, please. Please.”
And how could you not when the strongest asks you so prettily?
You don’t know who cums first - just that your own orgasm is a wave of tingles that shoot all the way from your toes right into your stupidly fucked-out brain. Again and again and Gojo-
Oh, Gojo can’t do anything but bury his head into the crook of your neck. Sharp teeth biting down hard at the point of your pulse as he cums over and over and over. Shooting thick, hot spurts of seed right into your silky cunt. A sinful little white that drools out of your sloppy slit - too much.
“Sweetheart…” Oh, you knew that tone - too well. “Y’know how I h-have the ah- six eyes n’ this was only our fifth round and six is really a nice num-”
“M’gonna kill you, Toru.”
“S’that dirty talk for our sixth round?”
A/N. TEARY GOJO TEARY GOJO TEARY GOJO
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lowkey need to sit on Nanami's face. and i mean SIT.
HIGHKEY!!!!!!!!!!!!! HIGHKEY NEED TO DO THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! he loves it btw it's literally one of his favourite things ever. to have your thighs around his head to have his nose nudging against your clit.. yeaahhh he fucking LOVES that shit. like this is one of the best ways to relax after a long day yk?
he really likes to watch you too he wants to see every single one of your reactions he wouldn't miss them for the world. he aaalso gets super handsy,, sometimes he's just kneading your thighs but then other times he's sliding his hands up and down your side and your back, pushing and edging for you to really grind down on him. he's fucking rockkkk hard during all of this too btw he gets off on making you feel good!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! oh and yes. he does want you to SIT down on him, if you try to hover he will just pull you down and then keep you there this is a given.
wednesday, august 7th, 2024 | day 69/100 | ♡.°୭̥ ୨୧
achievements:
I actually did a lot of work today but I overwhelmed my self and I feel awful all round
created a questionnaire for nprion commissions
updated my goal planner (I just made it more complicated- why)
I created a new goal tracker template (not as complicated as mine, and it's easy to use. It's also on my kofi, so check it out
I started updating my studio homepage and language goal page (will finish next week)
completed edit of beauty city page for the life planner template
hit 10k steps (it's been a while)
practiced korean on bussu and spanish on duolingo
maintained my calorie deficit
cleaned the living rooms, dinning room and kitchen (also cleaned and organized my space)
did Bible study and listened to the sermon on the Mount podcast
reflection:
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notes:
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habit tracking:
morning stretch study time physical activity self-care quiet time drink water 0.9L/2L
🎧 Jesu Nu Omije Mi Nu ~ Ezekiel Okesola Ft Steve Hills
🎀 Blackish ~ tehehehe
photo credits: pinterest
Mujaddara Arabic Lentil Rice In this vegetarian dish, fried onions are placed on top of a lentil-and-rice mixture that has been spiced with cumin and garlic powder.
Main Dishes - Shannon's Smoky Macaroni and Cheese Smoked Gouda, Cheddar, Swiss, and Parmesan all work together in this version of the classic comfort dish.
Hamburger Hash Browns - Casserole A homemade hash brown crust is topped with seasoned ground beef and Cheddar cheese for a quick and easy comfort-food dish.
Cuisine - Chicken French Rochester, NY Style A classic Chicken French recipe. Chicken breasts get a savory coating of egg and Parmesan cheese, get pan-fried, and served with a lemon-sherry sauce.