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𝑲𝑰𝑺𝑺 𝑰𝑻 𝑩𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑩𝑨𝑩𝒀 𝑓𝑡：𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀ꨄ

“ღ--it’s as if he sees you as fragile. As if he doesn’t want you anymore.“

You barely recognize yourself in the mirror these days. Your belly is round, heavy, your once-snug nightgown now stretching over your form in a way that makes you sigh. Your feet ache, your back is sore, and worst of all—you feel unwanted.

Sukuna hasn’t touched you in weeks.

Sure, he’s affectionate—his big hands on your stomach, rubbing gentle circles, kissing your forehead before he leaves for work. But that’s all it ever is. Soft. Careful. Distant.

It eats at you. You’re needy, frustrated, desperate for the hunger that used to burn in his eyes when he looked at you. Now, it’s as if he sees you as fragile. As if he doesn’t want you anymore.

So when he comes home late that night, you don’t bother waiting up for him. You curl under the covers, turning away when he walks into the room, his voice low and rough from the long day.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

His brows furrow at the short answer. Sukuna isn’t stupid. He knows when you’re upset. He sits on the edge of the bed, his weight dipping the mattress. His warm hand moves to your hip, but you shrug it off, burying your face into the pillow.

“You’re mad at me.”

“No, I’m just tired.”

Silence. You hear him exhale through his nose, feel the heat of his body as he leans closer.

“You’ve been acting different,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against your shoulder. You shiver despite yourself, but the insecurity inside you only grows.

“Maybe I wouldn’t be if you still wanted me.”

Sukuna stills—His hand moves then..gripping your chin, turning you to face him. His crimson eyes are sharp, unreadable, and the way he’s looking at you makes your heart pound.

“What the fuck did you just say?”

You bite your lip, suddenly regretting the outburst. But you don’t look away. “You don’t touch me anymore.” Your voice is small, wavering. “You don’t look at me like you used to.”

Sukuna lets out a low, dark chuckle, but there’s no humor in it. His grip tightens just a little, forcing you to hold his gaze. “You think I don’t want you?” His tone is dangerous, laced with something you can’t quite name.

“You act like I’m—”

“Like what?” His voice drops lower, and before you can finish, he’s pulling you into his lap, manhandling you like you don’t weigh a thing. Your nightgown rides up, and you gasp, shifting you in his lap, dragging your soaked heat against the thick outline of his cock.

“Like I’m not dying to fuck you?” His lips brush against your ear, his breath hot against your skin. “Like I don’t wake up every goddamn morning with my cock aching because I know I can’t?”

You blink, confused. “Can’t?”

Sukuna groans, his hands gripping your hips, fingers digging into your flesh. “You think I don’t want to ruin you? That I don’t want to bend you over and fuck you stupid like I used to?” His lips ghost over your throat, and you whimper when he bites down

“Then why—”

“Because I don’t want to fucking hurt you, dumbass.” His voice is strained, rough. “Because every time I touch you, I have to hold myself back from fucking you the way I need to.”

You let out a soft, breathy moan as he grinds against you, his frustration evident. His fingers slide under your nightgown, tracing up your thighs, dipping between them to find you already soaked.

“Fuck,” he growls, pressing his forehead against yours. “You’re killing me-“

Sukuna growled against your lips, his grip on your hips tightening as you shifted in his lap, grinding just enough to make him curse under his breath.

“Fuck, baby,” he muttered, his fingers digging into your flesh, holding you still. “Careful.”

You pouted, breath shaky. “I just—”

“I know.” His voice was softer this time, his hands smoothing over your belly, a rare gentleness in his touch. “But I’m not gonna fuck you like this.”

Before you could protest, he moved, his strength effortless as he lifted you, rolling you onto your side against the bed. His body followed, pressing up behind you, his chest warm against your back.

“This way’s easier on you,” he murmured, sliding a hand under your thigh to spread you open for him. His cock was already heavy against you, teasing, making you shiver.

“But I like being on top,” you mumbled, breath hitching when he rolled his hips, letting his tip drag through your slick folds.

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “You can ride me when you’re not carrying my kid.” His hand slid down, gripping your jaw, tilting your face back to meet his eyes. “Right now, you let me take care of you.”

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𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐘’𝐒 𝖥𝖳: 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 𑄻𑄾

𑄻𑄾—“Sit pretty, again,”

You feel it before you even settle—his stomach mouth opens again beneath you, wide and wet and starving, tongue snaking up between your legs like it remembers the shape of your cunt. It flicks up, impatient, like it missed you.

You arch your back instinctively, but his lower hands are already on you—one shoving your hips down, the other spreading your ass to give that greedy tongue everything it wants. Your face is flushed against his chest, sticky with his earlier cum, but you moan loud when the tongue starts lapping at you again, deeper, messier, wetter than before.

And he’s still jacking off.

You can feel the sharp tug of his movements above you—his two top hands, each wrapped around a thick dick, stroking furiously as he watches your body twitch over his mouth. His groans echo through his stomach, vibrating your pussy like a toy.

“You’re fuckin’ sick, y’know that?” he pants, grinning down at you, veins in his neck popping from effort. “Bent over my tongue while I beat my dick like a slut.”

You sob into his skin, but your hips won’t stop rocking. You’re grinding back against that monstrous tongue now, messy and reckless, while it slathers you in hot spit, thrusting in and out of you with obscene sounds.

“Ohhh, that’s it—ride it like a good little toy,” he snarls. “You feel that? My stomach’s fuckin’ moaning for you. Dripping. Bet you’d let me fuck you with it if I had a dick there too.”

Your whole body spasms. That should sound horrifying, disgusting—but your mind’s gone fuzzy with overstimulation and the only thing that comes out is a wrecked little whimper.

“Goddamn,” he groans, both his cocks twitching, leaking as he fists them faster. “You’re squeezin’ my tongue like you wanna make it cum. You want me to shoot all over your back again, don’t you?”

You nod frantically, cunt fluttering.

He laughs—low and dark. Then he leans over you, one hand still jerking himself, the other gripping your ass as the stomach tongue fucks into you harder.

“You’re not gettin’ off this thing ‘til I see you shake. Squirt on it.”

Your moans turn into screams. Your body trembles. Your slick gushes out in waves down his waiting tongue—

And then Sukuna explodes above you, twin streams of hot cum shooting across your back and thighs, while he growls your name through gritted teeth like he’s branding it into your soul!

[nilla03]

your little husband cowboy gojo fic is so underrated imo

that shit had me BAD

#needthat

IM SO GLAD THANK YOU BBY 💘

[nilla03]

“𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑺 𝑻𝑾𝑶 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑴!?“ 𝒇𝒕: 𝑇𝑅𝑈𝐸 𝐹𝑂𝑅𝑀 𝑆𝑈𝐾𝑈𝑁𝐴 ꨄ

✰： 𝙊𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 ，𝙏𝙧𝙪𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢 𝙎𝙪𝙠𝙪𝙣𝙖 ,𝙎𝙞𝙢𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 , 𝙎𝙞𝙯𝙚 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙠 ,𝘿𝙤𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 , 𝘾𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝘿𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜

“Come on, sweetheart,” he purred, voice dark and low in your ear. “You wanted to ride me so bad? Show me how pretty that little pussy looks stretched around both of ‘em.”

Your brain short-circuited.

“I-I can’t,” you whimpered, trying to push on his chest weakly. “S’too—too much, I can’t even move, I—” he immediately cut you off making you pout “You can,” he growled. “And you will. Get on.”

So you did. Shaking. Crying. Dripping with your own slick.

He guided you—one cock nudging into your soaked, swollen entrance while the other slid up between your cheeks, pressed hot against your ass. You squealed at the stretch, barely able to breathe, barely able to think.

“You take it all the time,” he growled, licking a tear off your cheek. “Why you actin’ so shy now? You were just beggin’ me to use all my parts—”

“Not both!” you sobbed.

But he ignored that, one pair of hands holding your waist firm, the others teasing your clit and tweaking your nipples as he slowly sank you down onto both.

You screamed…Half in pain, half in sheer, electric ecstasy.

You were so full it felt wrong—like there was no space inside you left untouched, no inch of you that wasn’t claimed by him, filled by him, wrecked by him.

“That’s it,” he moaned, watching your eyes roll back. “Fuck, look at you. Little hole stretched to its limit, belly bulging like a good girl. You love this, huh? You love being nothing but a toy for me.”

Your legs are barely holding you up, thighs trembling and body slick with sweat, but Sukuna doesn’t care. Not when you’re stuffed with both of his cocks, barely hanging on, tears dripping onto his chest as you twitch through another overstimulated high.

“Bounce, sweetheart,” he growls, voice low and sharp. “C’mon, use those hips. That’s what you wanted, right?”

You try—god, you try—rolling your hips slow and pathetic, your body way too overstimulated to keep up with him. But Sukuna just clicks his tongue, four hands tightening around your waist.

“Tch. Useless like this. Fine, I’ll help you.”

A nd before you can protest, he thrusts up.

Your mouth drops open in a silent scream, the stretch searing as he drives both cocks up into you in one brutal stroke. Your hands slap against his chest, nails dragging down his skin, but he just grins—fingers digging into your hips now, forcing you to bounce as he ruts up from underneath.

Your body jerks like a ragdoll, skin clapping against his, stuffed so deep you can feel him in your stomach every time he grinds up.

“You like that?” he hisses. “You feel how deep I am, doll? Fuckin’ bulging out your tummy—can’t even ride right without me takin’ over.”

“P-Please,” you whimper, slurring your words, tears sliding down your flushed cheeks. “Kuna—s’too much, I-I can’t—!”

He laughs dark and breathless. “Oh, you can. Look at you—you’re takin’ both like a filthy little champ. Cryin’, shakin’, still fuckin’ bouncin’ on it.”

“You’re gonna come like this,” he whispered into your ear, breath hot. “Stuffed full, riding both my cocks, every nerve in that bratty little body begging for mercy. You gonna be good for me?”

“Y-Yes!” you sobbed. “Yes, yesyesyes please—!”

“That’s my girl. Look at that messy little face—so dumb on my cock. You gonna ride again?”

[nilla03]

“𝑴𝒀 𝑩𝑹𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑺 𝑩𝑬𝑺𝑻 𝑭𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑵𝑫!?“ 𝑓𝑡: 𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏 𝒋𝒂𝒆𝒈𝒆𝒓

ღ—“Gotta be quiet, baby,” he muttered low against your ear, voice thick and lazy. “Your brother’s down the hall.”

Every time the bed creaked, every time you choked on a gasp, your heart pounded louder with the risk of getting caught. But you couldn’t stop. Couldn’t pull away. Not when his hands felt so good on you. Not when he felt so good inside you.

You were supposed to just crash at your brother’s dorm after the party. Just one night. A borrowed hoodie, a spare blanket, maybe sleep on the couch.

But then he walked out of the shower—towel low on his hips, water dripping down his abs like a goddamn movie—and smiled that smug little smile when he saw you curled up on the couch.

“Didn’t think your brother’s little sister would grow up like this,” he had said, eyes trailing down your bare legs, your tiny sleep shorts.

Now he was buried inside you, hand wrapped around your throat, thumb stroking the edge of your lip like he owned it.

“Look at you,” he murmured, breath hot as his hips rolled up slow and deep. “Riding me like a good girl.”

You whimpered, fingers curling into his shirt. “Y-You feel—f-fuck—”

“Shhh,” he cooed, grinning as you tried to stay quiet. “Don’t wanna wake up your brother, do you?”

You shook your head fast, tears brimming. He was so deep. Too much. Too good. And he knew it—knew exactly how to pull the sweetest little moans from your throat and kiss them off your lips before they got too loud.

“That’s it. Cry on it, pretty.” One hand slid down, fingers rubbing slow circles on your clit. “So fuckin’ wet for me.”

Your head fell forward against his shoulder as you trembled. “T-Too much—”

“Thought you wanted this. Always starin’ at me when I came over,” he teased, licking into your mouth like he owned it. “Sitting on my lap at game night like a fuckin’ tease. You know how hard it was not to bend you over your brother’s desk?”

You gasped as he thrust up hard, and a broken moan spilled from your lips before he slapped a hand over your mouth.

“Mmm—there she is,” he grinned. “My pretty little secret.”

“Cum for me, baby,” he whispered, voice dripping heat. “Cum nice and quiet like a good girl. You do that, and maybe I’ll keep sneaking into your room when he’s not home.”

You clenched around him, eyes rolling, and shattered—right there, wrapped around your brother’s best friend, biting his shoulder to keep from screaming his name.

“Sis!?” You gasp slightly before hearing a knock on the door “have you seen Eren!? I can’t find him”

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“ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʀɪᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴡʙᴏʏ “𝒻𝓉: 𝘾𝙤𝙬𝙗𝙤𝙮! 𝙩𝙤𝙟𝙞

𝜗𝜚—Manhandling, Mutual orgasm, Sweaty, desperate, cowboy sex

The rough rasp of Toji’s voice curls down your spine like a lasso around your waist, pulling a whimper out of you as you bounce in his lap. His calloused hands grip your hips, thumbs digging into the soft skin as he guides your pace slower, harder—like he’s savoring the way you split yourself open on him.

You’re barely holding yourself up anymore, thighs trembling, palms planted weakly against the broad plane of his chest. His bare, tan chest slick with sweat, the faintest dusting of dark hair leading down to where your bodies meet with filthy, wet sounds. His jeans are shoved just enough down his thighs for you to get what you needed, but his boots are still on the ground, spurs clinking softly every time his muscles flex under you.

And his hat—God, his stupid cowboy hat, the one he never lets anyone touch—

He fucking grabs it, plucks it off his head mid-thrust, and plants it right onto yours, tilting it down low over your eyes.

“You wanna act like a lil’ buckle bunny,” he murmurs against your mouth, “then you better wear the uniform.”

Your head tips back, the wide brim slipping lower, and it’s humiliating how much wetter it makes you.

You whine, rolling your hips desperately, chasing the thick stretch of him inside you. Every time you sink down, you can feel the way he hits so deep, scratching at that sweet, devastating spot that leaves your eyes rolling back.

“That’s it, sweet thing,” he coos low, voice syrupy and mean at once. “Ride it like you want it.”

You want it more than anything, grinding your hips against his pelvis, your pretty skirt bunched up around your waist, bouncing fast and desperate now, chasing your high like a little whore. His hands are everywhere—pushing up your top to mouth at your tits, grabbing a fistful of your ass, sliding around to rub slow, messy circles over your clit with the pads of his fingers.

“Fuck, Toji—” you sob, shoving the hat up just enough to look at him.

And he’s smiling at you..like you’re just another little bunny caught in his trap.

“You better cum for me, sugar,” he drawls, tightening his grip on your hips so you can’t squirm away, “Right fuckin’ now.”

You shatter on top of him, clenching so hard around his cock it punches a groan from his chest. He lets you ride it out, lets you make a pretty mess all over him, until he’s the one losing control, bucking up into you with a brutal snap of his hips and filling you up, muttering broken, dirty curses into the sweaty curve of your neck.

When you finally slump against him, panting and wrecked, he tips his hat back up your forehead with a lazy thumb.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, smug, voice thick and low. “Made yourself my lil’ trophy, didn’t you?”

[nilla03]

hii hry i love your writing and your ideas

i wanted to asked why whenever i click on a link in your master list it’s not available?? did you archive it or is it smth on my end lmk

i’m itching to read your boss jean but it’s not working 😩

I lot of my old works were TERRIBLE and I archived a lot of them. My plan was to rewrite most of them but I could definitely rewrite boss Jean in the next week or so 🤍‼️

[nilla03]

𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝜗𝜚 ft: older satoru

𝜗𝜚 —— Married Cowboy!Satoru x Wife!Reader + kids

𝜗𝜚 — body worship, breeding kink if you squint, rough sex, domestic cowboy/farmer satoru

(Y’all don’t know how much I love cowboy fanfics pls god)

The screen door slammed open sometime after sunset, and you knew without even looking it was him.

Heavy boots on the worn wood floors. The clink of a belt buckle. The low huff of breath as he shrugged off his filthy jacket.

You peeked up from the kitchen sink, hands still wet from the dishes, and there he was — Satoru, your cowboy, your husband — standing there in the doorway, looking every inch the man who worked himself into the dirt all day for you and the two little ones napping upstairs.

As frustrating as it was from the lack of time you got to spend with him seeing him all manly like after work was something you never wanted to miss.

Dust streaked across his tanned forearms, a sweat-soaked white tee stretched across his thick chest, jeans riding low on his narrow hips. His silver hair was a mess under his battered old hat, and his throat gleamed with sweat.

“You’re filthy,” you teased softly, unable to stop the smile that tugged at your lips.

His grin was slow. “Yeah? Thought you liked me that way, sweetheart.”

Satoru took his time, tugging off his boots, washing his hands in the sink next to you, his big body crowding yours. His arm brushed yours every time he moved — deliberate, teasing — and you could smell the salt and sun and leather on his skin.

“You behave while I was out?” he asked casually, flicking a glance down your body, lingering on the way your nipples poked against the thin cotton of your sundress probably stained with finger paint, chicken feed and more.

“Had my hands full with your kids,” you whispered back, just as coy.

His smirk turned wicked, but before he could say something else, you heard a soft little cry from upstairs — your youngest.

Satoru sighed, rolling his neck like it hurt, and then pressed a dirty kiss to your temple. “I got it, baby.”

You watched from the doorway as he climbed the stairs, broad back flexing under his filthy shirt, and disappeared into the nursery. A few minutes later, you heard the low rumble of his voice, soft and soothing, and the tiny squeaks of your little boy settling back down.

It was sweet—It should’ve been sweet.

But all it did was make the ache between your thighs worse — the way he moved, the way he held your babies with those big hands, the easy strength of him. Your whole body was tuned to him, straining for him, desperate for him.

By the time he came back downstairs — freshly showered now, clean shirt tugged low over his abs, his hair damp and messy — you were shaking with it.

“You look like you’re about to cry, baby,” he murmured, wiping his hands on a towel, smirking when he caught you staring at him hungrily. “What’s the matter, huh? Missed me that bad?”

You nodded, cheeks hot, heart pounding— he chuckled grabbing your wrist, dragging you down the hall, tossing you onto the big worn bed you shared like you weighed nothing.

He crawled over you, caging you in with those broad shoulders and that cocky goddamn grin, and you whimpered when you felt his hard cock already straining through his jeans, pressing against your thigh.

“Goddamn,” he whispered, brushing your hair off your face, voice gone all low and rough, “the things you do to me, woman.”

He kissed you like he was starving — slow at first, savoring it, then rougher, teeth scraping your bottom lip. His hands roamed, greedy and heavy, tugging your dress up to your waist, shoving your panties aside, rough hands unbuckling his wranglers shoving them down and stroking his more than hard cock. He licked his bottom lip before pushing his tip into your pretty cunt

You gasped, arching into him, and he chuckled low in his chest “Shh,” he teased against your throat. “Gotta be quiet, sweetheart. Kids are asleep.”

You tried — you really tried — but then he was pushing into you, thick and slow and so fucking deep you bit your knuckles to keep from crying out.

Satoru filled you — every inch of him — and he just kept going, rocking into you slow and obscene, like he had all the time in the world to ruin you.

“You feel that?” he whispered, forehead pressed against yours, hips grinding deep. “Ain’t nobody ever gonna fill you like I do. This pussy was made for me.”

You sobbed into his shoulder, nails scratching down his broad back, and he loved it — loved how small you felt under him, how desperate you were for him.

“Look at you,” he murmured, shifting your legs higher over his hips, hitting even deeper. “My pretty little wife. My good girl.”

His hands were so big, so sure — grabbing your thighs, your waist, your tits — manhandling you like you were nothing but his to use, his to fuck full, his to keep.

And when you came, clenching so tight around him he cursed under his breath, he didn’t even slow down — just kept fucking you through it, chasing his own release with a dark, desperate growl.

“Gonna fill you up,” he panted against your ear. “Stuff you full of me again. Maybe knock you up again, huh, baby?”

You whimpered brokenly, half-crazed with pleasure, and that was all he needed — slamming deep one last time and spilling inside you with a low, filthy moan, hips grinding to make sure you took every drop.

He collapsed over you, panting, laughing softly when you clung to him like you’d never let go.

“Love you, darlin’,” he whispered against your skin. “Ain’t never gonna stop.”

[nilla03]

𝑪𝑳𝑶𝑼𝑫 𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑬𝑻𝑬𝑬𝑵 𝘍𝘛: 𝑺𝑨𝑻𝑶𝑹𝑼♡

☪︎—age gap, mean teasing satoru, dumbification, overstimulation, possessiveness, creampie, he’s too good at sex, established relationship

"sex with older! Satoru can't be too bad right..?"

“You’re so pretty when you cry,” Satoru murmurs, palm flat against the arch of your back as he pushes in again, slow and deep like he’s trying to ruin you.

You whimper into the pillow, drooling into his sheets with your lashes soaked, mascara smeared all under your eyes. You don’t even care anymore, because all you can feel is him.

He’s big—too big. Always has been. The kind of stretch that makes you see stars when he first slides in, the kind of pleasure that’s way past your limit ten minutes in. But he doesn’t let up. He likes seeing how far you can take it, how stupid and ruined and pliant he can get you.

“‘Toru!" you cry again

“Aww. Can’t even talk right now, baby?” His voice is smooth and a little cruel, and he reaches around to grab your throat, not hard—just enough to make your little brain stutter. “What happened to all that attitude you had earlier, hm?”

You blink, dumb and empty, drool sliding from your mouth when he pulls you up just a little by your neck, whispering right into your ear.

“God, you’re so cute like this. So fucked-out already and I’m not even close to done.” His hips snap hard and you squeal, whole body jolting forward.

Satoru loves this part. Not the way you take him—that’s a given, he knew from day one that no one could ever make you feel the way he does—but the way you fold. Act like a brat all week,always tease him about the gray in his hair or the way he groans when he sits too long… and yet here you are, crying into his mattress because he’s fucking you dumb.

“This is what happens,” he pants, hand fisting in your hair now, pulling your head back so he can see your face in the mirror. “When you act like you don’t know what this dick does to you.”

Your eyes roll. He knows how good he is at sex. The worst part is that he doesn’t even have to try—he’s confident, cocky, and has more experience than any guy your age could dream of. He knows exactly where to touch, how to angle his hips, when to slow down or speed up.

“You needed this, didn’t you?” Satoru breathes, and now his hand’s between your legs again, his fingers rubbing tight little circles over your clit. “Needed me to fuck the brat outta you.”

Your whole body seizes when he hits that spot again, that perfect spot that only he can reach, and you choke on your sob as you cum around him for what feels like the third—no, fourth time tonight. You’re not even sure anymore. Everything’s hazy, glossy, soaked in heat and tears and the loud slap of skin and his voice in your ear.

“That’s it, baby,” he growls, holding your hips so tight you know there’ll be bruises. “You love when I fuck you like this, don’t you?”

You nod, still crying, still moaning, still grinding helplessly into his cock because you don’t even know how to stop.

“You wanna be my dumb little girl forever, huh?”

You nod again, sob out something that sounds like “yes, yes, ‘toru, please,” and he snaps.

“Fuck—gonna fill you up,” he groans, burying himself deep, so deep, and your nails claw into the sheets as his cock twitches inside you. “Gonna fuck a baby into you, yeah? Show everyone what happens when you act like a slut around me.”

You scream. Genuinely scream. Because he’s so deep, so hot, so good, and he’s not even pulling out—he’s just holding you down, grinding his cum into you, whispering sweet, filthy things as you fall apart underneath him.

[nilla03]

𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑵𝑬𝑬𝑫 𝑨 𝑴𝑨𝑵 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻𝑺 𝑮𝑶𝑵' 𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑬 𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑵 𝑫𝑰𝑮 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑶𝑼𝑻! 𝐹𝑇：𝑹𝑶𝑶𝑴𝑨𝑻𝑬 𝑴𝑬𝑮𝑼𝑴𝑰 ꨄ

“𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙫𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙈𝙚𝙜𝙪𝙢𝙞, 𝙨𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 “𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙩” 𝙖𝙣𝙙 “𝙠𝙚𝙥𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙞𝙢𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛,” 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣’𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙤 𝙗𝙖𝙙....𝙒𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙙“

You knew getting a roommate was a bad idea, but you were desperate. Rent was getting ridiculous, and when your friend vouched for Megumi, saying he was “quiet” and “kept to himself,” you figured it wouldn’t be so bad.

Well They lied.

Megumi was the worst kind of roommate—moody, unbothered, and always bringing random girls over. If he was actually quiet, maybe you could’ve tolerated it, but no. The problem wasn’t him. It was them.

Every few nights, you’d wake up to muffled moans and the sound of your headboard rattling against the shared wall. And maybe, maybe, if you weren’t such a light sleeper, it wouldn’t be so unbearable. But you were, and it was.

Tonight was no different. You groaned, burying your face in your pillow as the giggling and breathy whining seeped through the walls.

“Oh my god, Megumi, right there!—”

You threw your blanket off and stormed out of your room, not caring that you were in an oversized sleep shirt with little lace panties underneath.

Your fist pounded against his door. “MEGUMI”

No response.

The girl was still giggling.

You banged again, harder

The door swung open, and there he was, shirtless, sweat-slicked, and pissed. “The fuck do you want?” His voice was low, still a little breathy.

You swallowed, throat tightening. You hated how good he looked like this—messy dark hair sticking up in different directions, his lean frame flexing as he wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand.

“You’re so fucking inconsiderate,” you spat, crossing your arms over your chest. “Some of us actually need to sleep, but no, every other night I have to deal with your little conquests keeping me up.”

Megumi’s jaw twitched. He exhaled sharply, glancing over his shoulder.

“Get out.” His voice was sharp, you blinked. “Excuse me?”

“Not you,” he sighed, turning back to the girl. “You.”

The girl made a noise of protest, but he was already pulling on his sweats, tossing her clothes toward her. She huffed but obeyed, sending you an annoyed glare as she shuffled past.

Megumi shut the door behind her and leaned against it, arms crossed, studying you. His gaze dipped down to your bare thighs, the hem of your shirt barely covering you.

“Happy now?” His tone was flat.

You rolled your eyes, huffing as you spun on your heel and stomped back to your room. “Whatever,” you muttered, slamming the door behind you.

Even with the apartment quiet and your bedroom was remotely comfy, feeling at ease your body refused to let you rest.

You twisted in your sheets, staring at the ceiling. So annoying. The way his voice rasped from behind that stupid door, the way his fingers dragged through his damp hair, the way his eyes lingered when he looked at you.

Twenty minutes passed. Then thirty.

Your body was not calming down, letting out a frustrated groan, throwing the blankets off you.

Before you could talk yourself out of it, you were on your feet, marching right back to his door.

You knocked—once, twice.

The door cracked open almost immediately, as if he had been expecting it. Megumi leaned against the frame, one brow raised, messy hair still sticking up in all directions. His sweats hung dangerously low on his hips now, exposing the deep V of his stomach.

“What?” His tone was lazy, almost amused.

You stood there for a second, heart pounding. Then, before you could hesitate, you grabbed the collar of his shirt, yanked him down, and kissed him.

Megumi grunted against your lips, surprised—but only for a second. Because then he was moving, grabbing your waist, pulling you flush against him as he backed you into his room.

“You’re so annoying,” you breathed between kisses.

He smirked against your mouth. “Just shut the fuck up” His fingers snapped the waistband of your panties against your hip, making you jolt.

“Why’d you come back, huh?” Megumi taunted, dragging his lips along your jaw “small part of you wanted what you rudely interpreted hm?”

“I did not!-“ you started, but then his knee pressed between your legs, making you gasp. He huffed a laugh, grabbing your chin, forcing you to look at him. “You’re such a fucking liar.”

His fingers trailed down your thigh, slipping between your legs, brushing over the damp lace. His smirk widened.

“Yeah,” he murmured. “That’s what I thought.”

You whined, grabbing at his wrists, but he just pressed in deeper, teasing you through the fabric until your thighs started to shake.

“What happened to all that attitude?” Megumi’s lips were at your ear now, voice like smoke. “You were just bitching at me. Now look at you.” He pushed your panties aside, sliding two fingers between your folds, and you gasped, clutching at his shoulders.

Megumi groaned, head tilting as he watched you squirm. “Fuck,” he muttered. “You’re soaked.”

But then he curled his fingers, dragging them along that sweet spot inside you, couldn’t do much but just look at his face full of concentration

You whimpered, clutching at him harder, but he wasn’t letting up. His fingers were slow, deliberate, teasing you until your legs were weak. “M-Megumi,” you choked, biting your lip.

He kissed the corner of your mouth. “Yeah?” You swallowed, panting against him. “I h-hate you.”He grinned. “Then why are you holding onto me like that?”

Before you could snap at him, he pulled his fingers out, making you whine in protest.

His hands were rough when they grabbed your waist, spinning you effortlessly and pressing your front against the cold wood of his dresser. The sharp edge dug into your stomach, but it only made the heat curling inside you burn hotter.

Megumi’s hands were greedy, yanking your tiny sleep shirt up over your hips, exposing your lace panties to the cool air of his room. He hummed, dragging his fingers along the curve of your ass before giving it a sharp slap, making you jolt forward with a yelp.

“I should’ve done this so much sooner,” he muttered, half to himself, unfiltered and low.

You heard the soft rustle of fabric as he shoved his sweats down, the quiet hitch of his breath as he wrapped a hand around himself, dragging his cock along your barely-covered folds. You gasped, hips twitching as he rubbed against you, slow and teasing, spreading your wetness along his length.

“Fuck,” he murmured, pressing his weight into you, keeping you still.

You swallowed hard, hands gripping the edge of the dresser, trying to ignore the way your thighs trembled.

He smirked, sliding a hand up your spine, pushing you down just a little more, making you arch your back, pressing your ass right against him.

The tip of his cock brushed your clit, you swear you were leaving claw marks against the dark wood of his dresser he was being more than mean.

Megumi huffed a quiet laugh. “So needy,” he murmured, dragging himself along your folds again, slow and deliberate. He pressed against your entrance of your cunt but didn’t push in, making you whine.

“M-Megumi,” you gasped, rocking your hips back against him. He groaned, gripping your waist tighter, fingers digging into your skin.

“Be loud,” he whispered “I wanna keep you up for once.” his moved the hem of his shirt up to lips keeping it between his teeth before lightly stroking himself. Lining him up perfectly with your pretty cunt “gonna be a big stretch baby” he sighs out before pushing in completely

Your mouth fell open, a broken moan spilling out as he stretched you, inch by inch. Megumi groaned behind you, one hand sliding up your back, gripping the nape of your neck, holding you still as he pressed deeper.

“Fuck,” he hissed, voice tight. “So fucking tight—”

You gasped, shuddering beneath him, your fingers gripping the dresser so hard your knuckles turned white. He was big, filling you inch by inch, splitting you apart at an achingly slow pace.

“Oh! Wait-,” you could feel the tears falling down your face, legs trembling.

He exhaled sharply, pulling out just a little before pushing back in, making you arch your back. “What? Baby tell me?”

You swallowed, cheeks burning. “M-more.” Megumi groaned, his hand gripping your nape tighter. “Fuck—yeah?”

You nodded desperately, pushing back against his dick , chasing the stretch, the feeling of him being all over you. He huffed a quiet laugh, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “Greedy,” he murmured.

Then he snapped his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt, pulling a sharp, gasping moan from your throat.

You felt him, every thick inch dragging against your walls, stretching you so good it bordered on unbearable.

“Fuck,” he rasped, watching the way your body molded to his touch. “You take me so fucking well.”

You whimpered, thighs shaking as he kept that torturously slow pace, each deep roll of his hips making your stomach tighten, your breath stutter.

“Megumi!” you gasped, pressing your forehead against the wood.

His fingers curled around the back of your neck, tugging you upright until your back was flush against his chest. The heat of him, the sweat on his skin, the way his breath fanned against your ear—it was too much.

“You feel that?” he murmured, voice rough. He rolled his hips again, deeper this time, pressing a hand against your lower stomach. “Feel me right here?”

Your eyes fluttered shut, a whimper slipping past your lips as he ground against that spot inside you, the pressure of his palm making the sensation even worse.

He chuckled, dark and smug. “Yeah, you do.”

His free hand slid between your legs, fingers finding your clit and rubbing slow, lazy circles. You choked on a moan, thighs squeezing together, but Megumi clicked his tongue, using his own legs to spread yours apart again.

“Don’t run from it,” he murmured, his other arm locking around your waist. “You wanted more, didn’t you?” Megumi’s teeth scraped along your jaw, his fingers pressing a little harder, hips thrusting a little faster. “Then take it.” And then he slammed into you, setting a brutal pace, fucking you into the dresser so hard the wood creaked.

Megumi groaned, gripping your waist with both hands now, using you as leverage as he pounded into you, like he had been waiting to fuck you stupid for weeks.

“That’s it,” he gritted out. “Be loud for me, princess.”

You couldn’t help it—even if you wanted to, even if you were trying to bite back your moans, he was fucking you too deep, too perfect, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside you over and over, dragging sounds from you you’d never let anyone else hear- let alone thought you could make any of these noises

His breath was hot against your ear, voice strained. “You gonna cum for me?”You whimpered, nodding desperately.

Megumi groaned, fingers tightening on your hips. “Then do it,” he muttered. “Cum all over me—”

And then his hand was back between your legs, fingers pressing against your clit just right, rubbing fast, merciless.

You screamed, body going tight, legs shaking as the orgasm crashed into you, rolling through you in waves so intense you swore you saw white.

“fuck..fu-“ you were sobbing uncontrollably

“Fuck—gonna cum—” he groaned, gripping your waist, slamming into you one last time before spilling deep inside you with a low, wrecked moan.

Finally, Megumi sighed, pressing a lazy kiss to your shoulder before pulling out, watching his cum slowly drip down your thighs. He groaned, swiping a thumb along the mess before bringing it to your lips.

“Open,” he muttered.

You rolled your eyes but obeyed, letting him press his thumb past your lips, sucking lightly just to spite him.

Megumi huffed a laugh, shaking his head. “So fucking annoying,”

[nilla03]

armin arlert is so underrated!

[nilla03]

𝑫𝑨𝑫𝑫𝒀 𝑺𝑼𝑲𝑼𝑵𝑨! ღ

𝐶𝑂𝑁𝑇𝐴𝐼𝑁𝑆： 𝐿𝐴𝑁𝐺𝑈𝐴𝐺𝐸，𝑆𝑀𝑈𝑇，𝑆𝑈𝐾𝑈𝑁𝐴 𝐵𝐸𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝐴 𝐷𝐴𝐷, 𝐺𝐸𝑇𝑇𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝐼𝑁𝑇𝐸𝑅𝑈𝑃𝑇𝐸𝐷

Toys scattered across the floor, crayon marks on the coffee table and two tiny tornadoes still running wild even though it’s way past bedtime.

“You’re late,” you hum, shifting the toddler in your arms as she lazily rubs her eyes against your shoulder.

“Tch, got held up.” He runs a hand through his hair, messy from stress, before stepping in and plucking the baby right out of your grasp. “Gimme.”

You don’t argue, watching as she instantly curls against his chest, tiny fingers curling into his work shirt as she nestles close. His big hand rubs slow circles into her back as he sways lightly, soothing her like it’s second nature.

The older one is harder to wrangle, still wide awake, jumping on the couch until Sukuna shoots him a look—sharp, warning.

“Do it again and you’re sleeping outside,” he mutters, and the boy immediately plops down. You roll your eyes before slapping his chest “That’s not how we parent.”

Fifteen minutes later, both kids are finally down for the night—after the usual struggle of one more story, one more sip of water, one more minute of snuggling. Sukuna never denies them, even when he pretends to be annoyed. You watch from the doorway as he tucks the blanket tight around their little bodies, brushing a hand over their foreheads before stepping back with a satisfied grunt.

By the time you both make it back to the living room, the mess is still waiting. You groan. “I was hoping it would just magically clean itself.”

Sukuna snorts. “Yeah? Lemme know when that starts happening.”

Still, he doesn’t leave it all to you. He rolls up his sleeves and starts gathering the toys, tossing stuffed animals into their designated bin while you wipe down the table. It’s quiet, peaceful in a way, the two of you moving in sync, making the house livable again before exhaustion truly sets in.

By the time you’re both in the bedroom, the tension is almost unbearable. The quiet hum of the lamp on your nightstand feels distant compared to the thick atmosphere between you and Sukuna. He’s standing there, his posture commanding, his eyes burning into you, already knowing exactly what he wants.

“Sukuna,” you murmur, tilting your head as his lips graze your throat.

“Been thinking about you all fuckin’ day,” he mutters, voice low, rough. His hands are already moving, slipping beneath your oversized sleep shirt, fingers dragging over your bare thighs. “Watchin’ you be all cute, takin’ care of my kids, cleanin’ my house—shit gets me hard, you know that?”

“You’re ridiculous,” you whisper, but you’re already melting against him, pressing back into his touch.

he spins you around, his hands cupping your face as he crashes his lips onto yours, arms wrapping around his neck, as he deepens it, pulling you impossibly closer. His hands roam down your body, tugging at your shirt and pulling it over your head, leaving you exposed to him.

“Fuck, you’re perfect.”

His hands slide down to your hips, lifting you up with ease as he moves to the bed, laying you down on the soft sheets. You gasp as your back hits the mattress, Sukuna already following you, his body looming over yours, trapping you beneath him.

“Stay still,” he commands, voice low, as he positions himself between your legs. He moves with deliberate slowness, savoring the way you react, the way your breath hitches when his cock presses against your slick folds.

“You feel so fucking good,” he mutters, each thrust punctuated by the pressure of his hips against yours.

His thrusts grow faster, more urgent, and the bed creaks beneath you with each stroke of his cock. You can feel every inch of him, his cock sliding in and out the pace he sets makes your poor body tremble

“Tell me how it feels baby,” Sukuna growls, his thrusts never slowing. “Let me hear it”

“Mmm it’s soo good” you gasp, your hands clutching at his back, nails digging into his skin as he continues to fuck you stupid.

His lips curl into a smirk, pleased by your embarrassing whines. He slams into you harder, the sound of skin meeting skin echoing in the room as he drives you to the edge. You can’t think, can’t focus—With a breathless, almost desperate moan, you look up at him, “Put another baby in me.”

His eyes narrow, and for a brief moment, you can see the flicker of surprise in his gaze. “You want me to fill you up, make you carry another one?”

“You’re always so fucking greedy,” he murmurs, his hands gripping your hips as he moves back inside you with a deliberate, slow thrust. He makes sure you feel every inch of him as he fills your cunt

But just as you’re on the brink, the soft sound of your toddler’s voice crackles through the baby monitor, causing both of you to freeze.

“Mama? Dada?”

Sukuna’s eyes snap to the baby monitor, and his entire body tenses. He’s still deep inside you, but he quickly pulls away, his cock slipping out of you with a frustrated sigh. You scramble to cover yourself, embarrassed, but the damage is done.

“Mama? Dada?” The toddler’s voice is louder now, more insistent, oblivious to the situation in the bedroom.

Sukuna runs a hand through his hair, clearly pissed. “Shit,” he mutters, grabbing his clothes as he adjusts himself. He stands up, his usual composure slipping into irritation. “Go back to bed baby,” he calls out. his voice gruff but trying to be calm. “Daddy will be there in a second.”

You hear a sleepy “Okay!” from the monitor, followed by the sound of the little one shifting back into her crib.

Sukuna exhales, clearly annoyed but trying to contain himself. He turns back to you with a dark “That little brat’s gonna get an earful later.”

You can’t help but laugh nervously, looking at him with wide eyes. “Maybe we can pick up where we left off?”

He presses a soft kiss to your forehead, his smirk returning. “You’re a fucking brat too.”

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𝑻𝑨𝑳𝑲 𝑫𝑰𝑹𝑻𝒀! 𝐹𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔： 𝐁𝐨𝐱𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢 ღ

𝐶𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠： 𝑝ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑥， 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔， 𝑏𝑜𝑥𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜𝑗𝑖， 𝑠𝑒𝑚𝑖 𝑝𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑐 𝑝ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑥

Your phone vibrates in your hand as the screen lights up with an incoming FaceTime call. You barely have time to fix your hair before you’re swiping to answer, your heart still pounding from watching Toji’s match on TV.

The screen opens to a slightly grainy view of him, sweaty and grinning, a small cut above his brow and knuckles still wrapped in tape. He’s in the locker room, the faint buzz of celebration and voices in the background.

“Hey, baby,” he rasps, voice rough from exertion. His smirk deepens when he sees you biting your lip. “You watchin’ me?”

You nod quickly, adjusting the phone in your grip. “You were amazing,”

Toji chuckles, dragging a hand through his sweat-damp hair. “Guess I’ll have to make it up to you, huh?” His eyes darken as he shifts in his seat, rolling out his shoulders. “What you doin’ right now, princess?”

“I was just…” you trail off, toying with the hem of your shirt. “Thinking about how good you looked out there.”

his gaze sharpens, tongue swiping over his bottom lip. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Your voice is softer now, breathy, as you let your legs shift, the movement making your shirt ride up just a little. His eyes catch the glimpse of bare skin, and he exhales harshly, leaning forward towards the screen.

“Fuck, baby, don’t play with me right now.”

“I’m not playing,” you murmur, tilting your phone slightly so he gets a better view of your thighs, the way your fingers are tracing little patterns on them. “Just wanna reward you for winning.”

Toji groans, tilting his head back against the locker. “Shit. You tryna kill me?”

You giggle, shifting until you’re reclining against your pillows. “Mmm. Maybe just making sure you know how proud I am.

“Pull ‘em to the side for me.”

You shiver, heat pooling low in your belly as you obey, tugging the fabric aside just enough to show him your needy cunt

“Fuck, baby,” he mutters, gripping the phone tighter. “Already so wet for me?”

You let out a soft whimper, spreading your legs just enough for him to see the slick glistening on your fingertips. “Been wet since I watched you in the ring,” voice sweet and breathy. “Seeing you all strong and rough… knocking that guy out like he was nothing.”

“Shit.” His hand definitely isn’t idle now, his breathing ragged as he watches your fingers dip lower, spreading the slick that’s gathered between your thighs. “Wish I was there—would’ve had you on your knees, letting me fuck that pretty mouth while I cool down.”

His head tilts back, exposing the thick column of his throat, and the way his abs flex has you rubbing tight circles over your clit, back arching against your pillows.

Toji groans low in his throat, his other hand disappearing out of frame. You hear the rustling of fabric, the unmistakable sound of his belt loosening. “Yeah? That turn you on, princess?” His voice is thicker now, laced with hunger. “My pretty girl getting all worked up just from watchin’ me?”

You nod quickly, circling your fingers over your clit, gasping at the feeling. “Mhm—wanna be there with you. Want you to use me like you used him.”

His breath catches, and when he speaks again, it’s practically a growl. “Keep talking like that, and I’m booking the next fuckin’ flight home.”

You whimper, back arching slightly. “Wish you’d just take me right here.”

“Yeah, that’s it,” he groans, stroking himself faster now, eyes glued to the way you’re touching yourself just for him. “Be a good girl—cream all overrr those fingers baby”

[nilla03]

Guys they hit the cocktagon I’m too lazy to write porn anymore UGHHHHHH GODDDUHHH

[nilla03]

𝘼𝘽𝙊𝙑𝙀 & 𝘽𝙀𝙔𝙊𝙉𝘿𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 : 𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒋𝒊!

𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔: 𝑠𝑒𝑚𝑖 𝑝𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑐 𝑠𝑒𝑥, 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑖𝑚𝑔 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑛𝑔, 𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑒, 𝑐𝑎𝑟 𝑠𝑒𝑥

𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒕: 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒐 𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒐𝒋𝒊 დ

His Tinder pictures had been dangerous enough—a few casual shots, a grainy gym selfie, one where he was holding a stupidly big fish. But in person? Toji Fushiguro was something else entirely.

Broad, thick, and lounging in the dim booth like he had nothing better to do than watch you lose your mind over him

Because it wasn’t fair how effortlessly attractive he was, how his black button-down strained around his biceps, how his forearms flexed when he adjusted the sleeves. He’d ordered a whiskey neat, barely glanced at the menu, and then spent the next twenty minutes watching you toy with your straw like a nervous little thing.

“You always this quiet, sweetheart?” His voice was deep, gravelly, and way too amused.

You forced yourself to smile. “I talk.”

“To who? Your little dating app matches?” He smirked, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. “How many you got lined up after me?”

You scoffed, but your fingers were tight around your drink. “You think I’m a serial dater?”

“I think,” he drawled, eyes dark under heavy lashes, “you’re a cute little thing who has no idea what to do with herself right now.”

You could barely eat, barely sip your drink. The way his gaze kept dropping—lazily, knowingly—to your lips, your chest, the hem of your little dress riding up your thighs. It was all too much.

You weren’t even sure how it happened, who broke first.

One minute, Toji was tossing a couple of bills onto the table, the next, you were pressed against the sleek leather of his car, panting into his mouth as he dragged you into his lap.

“Fuckin’ knew it,” he rasped, fingers digging into your thighs. “Knew you were all worked up. You been dripping since we sat down, huh?”

You whimpered against his lips, rocking forward instinctively, and he groaned, big hands sliding up your ass, gripping tight.

“You shoulda just said somethin’, baby,” he murmured, licking into your mouth like he was starving. “Woulda bent you over the table.”

The mental image made you whimper, nails clawing at his shoulders.

He chuckled, teeth grazing your jaw as he shoved your dress up, rough palms kneading your bare skin. “Yeah? That what you want? Me playin’ with you in public, makin’ a mess of you in front of all those people?”

You shook your head quickly, but the way your hips rolled against him betrayed you.

Toji groaned, dragging you closer, letting you feel the hard, thick length of his cock pressing against your soaked panties. “Lyin’ little thing,” he muttered, pulling the flimsy fabric to the side, thick fingers slipping through your slick folds.

“Shit,” he hissed, middle finger teasing at your entrance. “You’re fuckin’ soaked.”

“Been—been like that,” you admitted, voice shaky.

That earned you a dark chuckle, his hand slipping lower, pushing one thick finger inside you.

You gasped, walls fluttering around the intrusion, but Toji just groaned, lifting his hips to grind against you.

“Shit, you’re tight,” he muttered, adding a second finger, stretching you open, his thumb rubbing messy, slow circles against your clit.

You were a mess already, clinging to him, legs trembling as he worked you open, his mouth hot against your neck, teeth scraping your skin.

“Gonna let me fuck you in my car, princess?” he murmured, curling his fingers just right, making your breath hitch. “Gonna let me wreck this pretty little pussy?”

“Fuck, baby,” he muttered, gripping your hips and grinding you down against him, letting you feel the full, thick press of him through his slacks. “You know what you’re doin’, sittin’ all pretty in my lap, whimperin’ like that.”

You barely had the sense to shake your head, eyes hazy, lips swollen from his kisses. “N-no, I—”

“No?” He smirked, pressing you down harder, making you keen. “This little dress, these pretty panties—” his fingers toyed with the lace before snapping the waistband against your skin, making you jolt. “Come on, sweetheart. You think I don’t know a needy little thing when I see one?”

You shuddered, hands fisting in his shirt, and Toji growled, impatient.

“Take ‘em off.”

You barely managed to lift your hips before he was yanking your panties down, shoving them into his pocket like he was collecting a prize. Then, strong hands gripped your thighs, spreading you wide over him, letting the cool air kiss your soaked folds.

“Fuck,” he murmured, one big hand dragging up your thigh, thumb grazing the messy slick coating your skin. “Look at you.”

You whimpered, face burning, but he didn’t give you a second to get shy. His hands gripped your ass, guiding you forward until your bare pussy was sliding along the thick bulge in his pants.

The friction was too much—too hot, too good. You moaned, clutching his shoulders, hips moving instinctively, chasing the sensation.

Toji groaned, head tipping back against the headrest, his hands tightening on you. “That’s it, baby,” he muttered, voice rough. “Use me.”

Your cheeks burned, but you couldn’t stop, couldn’t think. He was so thick, so hard beneath you, and the slow drag of his clothed cock against your bare, slick folds was driving you insane.

You sobbed, hips rolling in desperate little movements, thighs shaking.

Toji groaned, watching you with half-lidded eyes, his jaw clenched. “Goddamn,” he muttered, voice low, thick. “Look at you, fuckin’ yourself on me like a needy little thing.” You whimpered, burying your face in his neck, overwhelmed.

But he wasn’t having that. One big hand gripped your chin, forcing your gaze back to his. “Nah, pretty girl. You wanted this, didn’t you? Wanted to get all worked up over dinner, let me take you out here and make a mess of you.”

Toji smirked, dark and mean, and suddenly, he was undoing his belt. “Alright, baby,” he rasped, shoving his slacks down just enough to free himself.

Thick. Heavy. Leaking at the tip.

Toji caught the way your thighs squeezed together and chuckled, rubbing the fat head of his cock against your dripping folds.

“Go on, princess,” he murmured, guiding you up, his tip catching against your entrance. “Sit that pretty pussy down on me.”

Your breath caught as Toji’s thick head pressed against your entrance, teasing, stretching, the barest push making you tremble. He didn’t rush, didn’t force—just held you there, gripping your hips, watching with dark, hooded eyes as you struggled to take him.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” he murmured, voice rough, laced with hunger. “You can do it. Just a little more.”

You whined, nails digging into his shoulders, overwhelmed. He was too thick, too big, and the slow burn of him stretching you open had your thighs shaking.

Toji groaned, pressing a hand to your lower belly, feeling the way he was sinking into you, inch by inch. “Shit,” he muttered. “So tight, baby. You feel that?” He gave the lightest push, and you gasped, clenching around him. “Feel me deep in there?”

You nodded frantically, eyes glassy, mouth parted on a whimper.

He chuckled, dark and low, gripping your hips and pulling you down another inch.

You sobbed, thighs squeezing around his waist, toes curling in your heels.

Toji groaned, head tipping back against the seat, his hands flexing against your soft skin. “Fuck,” he rasped, voice raw. “This pussy’s a goddamn dream.”

Your head was spinning, legs trembling as he filled you, splitting you open in slow, agonizing inches.

“Breathe, baby,” Toji murmured, soothing but smug, stroking a rough hand up your spine. “Takin’ me so fuckin’ good.”

You tried, tried to steady yourself, but the stretch was so much, the pressure so intense—your walls fluttered around him, struggling to accommodate the sheer size of him.

Toji let out a low, satisfied groan, his fingers digging into your ass. “There she is,” he murmured, eyes dark, hooded with lust. “Knew you could take it.”

You barely had time to adjust before he shifted beneath you, planting his feet against the car floor.

You choked on a gasp, hands flying to his chest, nails biting into the fabric of his shirt.

Toji grinned, mean, before doing it again, forcing a desperate moan from your lips. “Fuckin’ perfect,” he muttered, dragging you forward, making you take him deeper. “Look at you, baby—sittin’ on my cock like you were made for it.”

You could barely think, barely breathe. Every inch of him stretched you so full, pressing into every sensitive spot, hitting deep, so deep—

Toji groaned, rolling his hips, slow and deliberate, watching the way your body trembled. “You feel it, don’t you?” he murmured, voice thick with satisfaction. “Feel how good I stretch this pretty little pussy?”

You whimpered, nodding weakly, and he chuckled, dragging his thumb down to your clit, rubbing slow, teasing circles.

Your hands clawed at his chest, desperate, overwhelmed, hips jerking as he kept you trapped, held you there, letting you feel every thick inch of him.

“Gonna make a mess on me already, baby?” he murmured, pressing you down harder.

You sobbed, thighs shaking, the coil in your belly tightening too fast, too much-Toji growled, fingers tightening on your hips. “Go on, sweetheart,” he muttered, picking up the pace, fucking up into you with slow, deep thrusts. “Cum on my cock”

Your whole body tensed, a sharp gasp breaking from your lips as the pressure inside you snapped. Your vision blurred, head tipping back as pleasure crashed over you in waves, your walls clenching down around him.

Toji groaned, teeth gritted, his grip bruising as he fucked you through it, dragging every last tremor from your shaking frame. “That’s it, baby,” he rasped, voice thick, his pace turning rougher, sloppier. “Fuck, you’re squeezin’ me so tight—”

“Gonna fill you up, princess,” he muttered, thumb pressing into your swollen clit, making you jolt. “Stuff this little pussy full—“

With a deep, shuddering groan, Toji buried himself to the hilt, his grip on you unrelenting as he spilled inside, thick and hot.

You barely had the strength to move, panting against his shoulder, body trembling, slick and sweat-damp against his chest.

Toji huffed a low chuckle, one hand smoothing up your back, the other gripping your thigh possessively. “Shit, baby,” he murmured, pressing a slow, lazy kiss to your temple. “Next time, we’re skipping dinner.”

[nilla03]

'he would not fucking say that' maybe he would if he knew he was starring in his very own porn fic for the sole purpose of delighting some freaks on archive of our own dot org. maybe he'd play it up for the cameras. ever consider that

[nilla03]

𝑪𝒀𝑩𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑬𝑿 ✰ 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 : 𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑 𝒎𝒆𝒈𝒖𝒎𝒊

𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠: 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑒𝑥, 𝑙𝑎𝑝 𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔

𝑝𝑙𝑜𝑡: 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑦 𝑑𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑒𝑔𝑠 𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡

You had been good—for the first thirty minutes. Now, though, you were over it.

“Megs,” you whined, kicking your feet a little as you pouted at him from across the room. “This is taking too long.”

Megumi didn’t even glance at you, his dark hair hanging over his eyes as he sat with his arm stretched out, the artist carefully dragging the needle over his skin. His sleeve was nearly complete, intricate blackwork and delicate shading wrapping around his muscled forearm. His rings clinked against the chair’s armrest when his fingers flexed.

“Not my problem,” he muttered.

You huffed, crossing your arms under your chest to make sure he saw the way your tits pushed up in your tiny, low-cut top. “But I’m bored.”

“Then go home.”

You narrowed your eyes. Oh, he was being mean.

Pushing up from your chair, you strutted over to him, placing yourself right next to his seat. “No,” you said, pouting. “I wanna sit with you.”

His eyes finally flicked to you, heavy-lidded and sharp, the silver hoop in his lip catching in the light as he exhaled. “Sit over there.”

“I wanna sit here.” Before he could stop you, you climbed onto his lap, settling yourself right over the hard muscle of his thighs. He stiffened beneath you, but you just curled your arms around his neck, brushing your fingers over the piercings in his ear.

The tattoo artist gave a short laugh. “She always this needy?”

“Worse,” Megumi muttered, but his big hands found your waist, gripping you tightly. “You’re testing me,” he murmured low enough for only you to hear.

You smirked, shifting ever so slightly, feeling the bulge beneath his sweats press against your barely-covered core. His grip tightened.

“I just wanna be close,” you whispered, tilting your head as you trailed your fingers down the back of his neck. “That a problem?”

His jaw clenched, the muscle ticking. “You keep moving like that, and we’re gonna have a big problem.”

The second you shifted on his lap again—just a little grind, a little test—Megumi exhaled hard through his nose, his grip on your waist turning bruising.

“Yo,” he called to the artist, voice tight. “Gimme a break.”

The tattoo artist lifted a brow, setting the gun down. “Need a smoke or somethin’?”

“Yeah,” Megumi muttered, but his hands never left your body. The artist shrugged. “I’ll be outside. Ten minutes.”

The second the door clicked shut, Megumi’s fingers flexed, then tightened—before he was flipping you onto the chair so fast your breath hitched. You barely had time to squeak before his big hands were on your thighs, spreading you open, yanking your little skirt up so fast the fabric nearly tore.

“You just couldn’t fucking wait, could you?” His voice was low, dripping with irritation

You batted your lashes, feigning innocence, even as your cunt clenched around nothing. “I don’t know what you mean, Megs.”

His lips curled, amusement flashing for just a second before his ringed fingers hooked into your panties and ripped them clean down the middle.

“Megumi!” you gasped.

“Shut up,” he muttered, shoving them into his pocket like a fucking souvenir. Then he was undoing his sweats, pushing them down just enough to free his cock—thick, flushed, already leaking. He stroked it once, twice, and you whimpered, your hips lifting off the chair.

“Look at you,” he scoffed, dragging the tip through your slick folds. “All that whining, all that attitude—just to end up bent over looking like a slut for me”

Your face burned, but you still pouted. “Took too lonnng”

Before you could throw another bratty quip, he was sinking into you, stretching you open with one slow, brutal thrust. Your mouth dropped open in a silent moan, eyes rolling back as he bottomed out, your walls fluttering around his cock.

Megumi groaned, head tipping forward, lip piercing glinting under the harsh shop lights. “Fuck,” he muttered. “Always so fucking wet everytimee-.”

You whined, fingers scrambling to grip his tattooed forearms as he pulled out almost entirely before slamming back in, the chair creaking under the force.

“What happened to all that attitude?” he taunted, setting a ruthless pace. His hands dug into your hips, keeping you still while he fucked into you

You sobbed, legs wrapping around his waist as his cock dragged against that spot inside you over and over. “M-Megumi—”

He leaned in, lips brushing against your ear. “You wanted my attention, baby,” he murmured darkly, rolling his hips deep. “Now fucking take it.”

Your nails dug into his back, pleasure twisting tight in your gut. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the shop, filthy and obscene, mixing with your breathy moans and Megumi’s ragged groans.

“Gonna come already?” he taunted, feeling the way your walls fluttered around him.

You gasped, nodding frantically, tears welling up. “Y-Yeah—”

“Too bad.” His fingers wrapped around your throat, just enough to make you whimper. “You wanna be a brat? You come when I say.”

A sob left your lips, legs shaking, body strung so tight you thought you’d snap.

Megumi smirked, cruel and satisfied. “Guess you should’ve behaved, huh?”