#𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒏𝒌𝒐

[nkopurin]

( home cumming )

househusband!satoru prepares his special matcha pancakes in the early sunday morning. with nothing on more than a pale blue apron and lots of love for his breadwinning wife. well, that was until you took him hostage in the countertop of the kitchen.

"missed you in bed..." your hands inch on his exposed waist. voice barely a whisper but nevertheless laced desire for your pretty husband, "let me take a look at you real quick."

in a quick 180 spin, your husband faces you exhibiting gloriously his voyeuristic look. your lips part in a smug smile, his toned body meshed perfectly on his body, accentuating his narrow waist by how tightly he laced the apron.

"you're so fucking hot like this 'toru." a shiver ran down satoru's spine as your nails brush his exposed skin. his pretty face twisting away with a small pout, and you thought how long it was since you had tasted him in your mouth and teased him.

"...really?"

"mhm! makes me miss all the things we did before marriage..." as tough as it was, keeping a household afloat was busy duty, from both of your ends, leaving him and you exhausted at the end of most days. satoru deserved each and every spare second of your attention and affection before he wildly claims you're fucking your secretary— untrue by the way.

your lips found their way towards your husband's exposed skin, following down, trailing towards the disturbance on the apron. you kissed his hips before going under the fabric, gojo killed the switch on the stove swiftly and pushed the cotton apron to the side so his grip on your hair would be firm while you tease his pink tip with the cusp of your tongue.

"sh-it, honey~" his dick would slip off from your lips to your cheeks or chin as he began to nudge his hips forward. your wet tongue followed the path of veins around his shaft till his base rested over you face.

satoru's eyes glistened watching his wife's face be his cock placeholder, his chest heaved and his grip on you hardened when you took his balls to your mouth, sucking and kissing and making them a slippery mess, "fuck sweetheart, keep it like that and i'll cum all over your face..."

gojo knew with his words you wouldn't relent until all his pent up lust was spread all over your face for him to later lick clean. and maybe, as a good, diligent husband, he would return his wife's favor by eating your pussy out with some newly bought maple syrup.

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i want a girl dad!toji , who learned from his mistakes w his first son and is desperately trying to right his wrong , who was never expecting a child w you let along a baby girl .

he didn't know what to do , and frankly , neither did you , but as you two finally decided on something , regardless of the outcome , it was already too late to even consider alternative options . you found out about your pregnancy late , and twelve weeks had already passed.

but he vows , the moment he feels the little creature kick inside your belly , how he would love them and protect them no matter what , just like he did with you . he was not going to be tied to what his demons dictate anymore .

and the vow to protect his little girl was renewed when he finally got to meet her , with your exhausted body holding her , toji's convictions were set . he was going to be the best dad to his little princess .

he would change and feed his little baby hoshiko , he would teach her how to fish , take pictures of every milestone she achieved , dance with her and you around his arms and especially he would watch every single barbie , princess and monster high film there has been released up to date . he would memorize her favorite character and always be sure to buy her toy .

in which every birthday koko was celebrated he would secretly shed some tears. you would find him in one ocation . crying in a princess dress that didn't fit him , his nails poorly painted and a crinkled paper crown . it was koko's fourh birthday and he saw megumi and koko smile , play and interact like siblings . you smile , your husband looking quite ridiculous and cute , but overall pitiful . it was your duty to hold him as he calmed down , toji never believed himself to be a good human . you digressed his beliefs , he proved himself with every tear you wiped off his face and with every aspiration he was telling you for his kids of how good of a human he actually was . even after all of his mistakes .

[nkopurin]

( pornfessions )

it came, for a lack of a better word, as a shock once you found out secretary!nanami's dirty little secret.

a semi-famous OF page. the notification for a new influx of subscribers just pinged on his phone, awfully casual as the phone laid on your desk, of course you were going to look thinking it was your own!

he wasn't the type to create content online, especially this type of erotic content. no, he couldn't... right? he's worked under you diligently for the past year and a half. such a hard-working, stoic, and reliable man couldn't have such a deep hidden side to him. however, in reality, kento did.

out of some impulsive curiosity, you looked him up that same night.

now you had a dirty little secret of your own after scrolling through the collection of lewd images and videos. to say you became obsessed and infatuated was an understatement. especially the 'fucking my boss dumb' fantasies, the films ranged around twelve minutes each, some more, some less. still, it composed the majority of his catalog, smart move since it gave him high engagement.

you pressed play on the video under the title 'power moves (eating my boss's pussy out under her desk)' and move the time bar to a random time stamp before the screen was fully loaded.

the sight was so exquisite that your mouth fell to the floor. nanami was knelt on his dark mattress and legs spread open, yellow hues of his night stand lamp giving a perfect view of his blond and neat happy trail. he was stripped off from any clothes but a satin fabric tied around his balls and base of his cock...was it one of his ties?

his open palm teased his pink tip while the other held a rubber sex doll up towards his mouth. the camera was strategically aligned so that the bottom half of his face is visible, his defined jaw flexing with each slobber over the faux pussy. you clenched your thighs in a delusive attempt to calm your aching cunt down.

"you feel so good on my tongue dear" "wanna feel your pussy juices over me, baby" is what you could make out from the slews of his moans.

'fuck ' you thought as you moved your panties to the side, you couldn't help but begin to tease your clit along the same rhythm nanami milked his cock out while eating that pussy out, fantasizing it as your own. good thing it was friday because it was going to be a long night for you and your cunt.

part two some day

[nkopurin]

lazy fucks with suguru were your pussy squeezes and strokes his cock slowly, but deliciously while being on top of him. a string of smoke left his pierced lips, the cigarette taste was putrid as always but the nicotine hit was always welcomed and enjoyed.

suguru traces with the tip of his digits from your pelvis up through your tits all the way towards your lips. he had the lit cig right between the nooks of his fingers, gesturing you to take a drag. you, of course, take it and inhale the smoke.

you thow your head back finding comfort in the numbing of the drug, yet nothing beat the feeling of being stuffed full by your boyfriend's dick, that's for sure.

you began to rock your hips more aggressively, sliding yourself on him up and down. that little itch for pleasure doesn't leave with the nicotine, if anything it amplifies the urge. you settle on the ash tray what was left of the cigarette.

suguru's lips turn into a smile as he sees his girl use him to get off as she pleases. suguru pinches on your nipples to pull you in for a kiss. a giggle slips out of you while being brought in to his lips and pinch him back on his sides. eventually your kisses became heated and desperate, your moans and pleads for him are synonymous to melodies to his ears.

and he couldn't help but think, as his large hands grips your ass to firmly guide you on him, what did he do to deserve moments like this.

[nkopurin]

dilf!choso was a sight for sore eyes, that much was a fact, his shaggy, jetblack hair, tired eyes, muscular build, face tattoo and the love he had for his boy and girl twins, as well as his baby brother, would melt anyone away! however, he was a man of apathetic nature. so he never really paid much attention to you outside of your babysitting his children and baby brother.

he was polite and all, but choso kept you at arms length the first few months of working at his house. 'whatever' you would tell yourself, he was a recent divorceé, of course, the least thing he would want is to be around women more than necessary.

but that did not stop you from glancing at him a few seconds too long while going for a jog in the park or when he decided to cook. slowly but surely you were becoming a sucker for dilf!choso. it's true! you even found yourself giggling like a shoolgirl at his god-awful dad jokes.

this little attraction for choso didn't come unnoticed to the kids. "big sis...why do you keep steawing at big bro cho?"

"can i tell you a secret little yuu? you two want to hear it, too?" you hurdled the babies in a tight nit circle. leaving the toy trucks and princesses behind. after all, this was a top secret matter, "this is a secret choso can't know: i find your brother and daddy really handsome."

there was a collective gasp before the twins began to squeal and whisper in eachothers ear, yuuji covered his little mouth, "then pwease big sis, take care of papa wike you do us!" yelled the pair of siblings together.

whatever could those little siblings even mean when declaring that?

but boy, you would take phenomenal care of him, just not quite how the kids could ever imagine...like now.

you spent most days fantasizing the ways in which dilf!choso would moan, shudder and mewl while getting his cock milked. were they low grunts? or was he on the more vocal side? aparrently he was a mix of both. his neglected cock twitched at every stroke and caress you gave it. such pleasure inducing release made it near impossible for choso to contain his low grunts with needy words stringing along soon after.

"haa~ you're so-so god at this, sweetheart." he whispered as his head flew back to rest on your shoulder.

"keep your eyes on the mirror mr. kamo." there was no doubt it had been a good chunk of time since choso had felt the touch of a woman. you speculated that even before the divorce his marriage had gone stale in the intimmacy department. and it was your due diligence to bring that spark back to him.

what the mirror on choso's room reflected was a sight he neverthough he would ever witnessed. his hips rocking along the rythm you set and his neck subjected with wet kisses by a beautiful, young woman.

through lidded eyes, he cought glimpses of your plump lipsnd choso wondered of its taste. 'kiss me' he would babble through strings of moans. once catching his words you complied to his sweet demand. you turned his head with your free hand and plaed your lips on his, gently and soft at first, edging him for more. but these deliate kisses broke him, not holding himself any loner droplets of cum began to adorn his exposed belly and thighs.

"fuck~" choso was worried, now that he realized you and your need for pleasure were set into a secondary position,as he voiced this concern you just laughed.

"don't worry," you purred as you felt his limp cock hardening by the second again, "we got all day, don't we?"

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fratboy!toji is nothing less than a menace to society.

now tell me, and stay with me on this one, what do people think when it comes to fratboys? the average person would usually think of the following traits: dumb, self-centered, fuckboys, party animals, muscles and no brain, arrogant, reckless, immature even. however, toji wasn't your average 'sigma kappa tau' member. he is the three big C's in a nutshell. cunning, cold, and calculating, but of course, these are the only traits that differentiate him from being a good old regular frat bud.

he is a party animal, through and through.

he is arrogant and self-centered; there is no question about it.

he is a fuckboy, with his looks it would be a crime not to be. and he would never turn down a pretty face, ever.

nevertheless, he was an above average student, muscles and brain type of guy—not a top valedictorian student, though. he knew the spotlight brought nothing but prying eyes and trouble. as edgy as it sounds, he liked to stay in the shadows, away from the lime light.

he is the thinking head behind the 'sigma kappa tau' house. he coordinated the parties, found desperate nerds, ones who thought they were good enough candidates to be part of the 'brotherhood', to clean up after. and he indeed financed these parties via not so legal means. it was somewhat of an open secret/rumor that toji was a plug.

he knew a lot of people who dabbled in various things, so in just the dial of the phone he got it for you, and everything that you might be desperate to latch your hands on.

you needed a gram of blow, weed, oxy, burner phones, getaway car, or contraband alcohol? don't worry! toji was handling it to you by sundown.

or perhaps you need information on someone? at least that's what it seemed to be the case with you.

"so you know where that creep is?" the ticking of the clock was defening in the stagnant silence. you shifted your weight on the couch, your gaze trailed toji's every step and move he took.

"of course i know, princess." he lowers the brick phone to his chest to look at your pretty, dolled up figure. it was impossible for him not to walk your way and catch your chin, guiding your eyes to meet his. yet you jerked away from his touch, not taking even a grain of his performative, affectionate gestures. obviously, he was charming, got muscled for days, evil as shit, and that chiseled god-like face is just your type down to a t. but then again, you were nothing less than a hater of his stupid, little games.

"just tell me where they are fushiguro," you might be dressed in all pastels and fancy skirts bestowing an innocent, preppy act. but the death stare you gave the frat revealed your nature perfectly, toji's breath hitched, your cold eyes stirred up hardcore emotions inside him. he's an adrenaline junkie, one who lusts after control and being above anyone, nevertheless, you are not easily swayed...yet.

"only if you take me."

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"hey tits." toji came crashing into any room he entered with his signature arrogance and rudeness. nobody was safe from him, not even you, fuck you wouldn't be surprised if he disrespected his mother in a similar fashion.

"how's it going, steroids?" you scoffed, even amidst the caos, splatted intimate pictures with blood droplets resting on them and a wailing, tied up dude, toji had the power to make you even angrier than you already were.

"my night became brighter now that i've seen you doll..." there was no way toji would miss the opportunity, even with a half-conscious man in front of him, to shower his next target with flowers, "so this is what the guy looks like."

the beat up dude looked like any average joe to be honest. who knew this normal looking man would sneak mundane and lewd pictures of your sorority sisters indiscriminately.

"yes, i hope he learns not to take more pictures...of anybody, ever," even in the chair that you sat, your cold, poisonous words engraved themselves deep into everybody inside the room, "girls, you can leave now, you've done good. i have something to discuss with fushiguro here."

your sorority sisters left the secluded shack one following the other, giving their 'thank you's' to you and toji. he gave them all the disheveled, blood-stained ladies a polite smile, while doing a mental note to never mess with your sorority in any way. he was sure to tell his boys this.

"so how much," you briefly looked at him before unzipping your purse. there is always a price for these types of job's, you just hoped the money that you brought was more than enough.

"a date." you stopped counting on the money. he is not serious.

"toji i'm serious..."

"god, keep saying my name."

"how much toji, i don't have all night." toji took a hold to your chin for you to look at him, just like days prior. and your exasperation deepened.

"as i said doll, a date."

"...ugh, fine!" you bounce up, raging due to your predicament, and what better way to take your frustration out than on somebody. more specifically on creepy-mcgee, "this is all your fault!"

and it actually was, if it weren't for this perverted nobody, you wouldn't have sought out for toji's help. if it weren't for you heels you would kick the shit out of the guy, "i'll burn the pics, can you keep fucking this guy up?"

"anything for the lady." like a puppy doing a trick for the treat, toji took to breaking further the poor devils face. but not before taking a picture, specifically of you, from the ground into his pocket.

you did not hate toji, hate is a strong word, there was only distaste for some aspects of his personality and antics. but that sour taste you had of him diluted with every strike he blew on your stalker's face. you could not help but peek at him whenever you took the prints from the floor. it was completely messed up to find the aggressor attractive, but his muscles flexing and contracting were just too cool, with each spilling of blood towards random places proving his strength. toji's grin was akin to the devil's, dangerously enchanting, one that drives you insane and willing to commit the most heinous sin imaginable. whatever could you do to keep seeing that smile often?

you tossed the pictured into the empty barrel and poured some oil in it before setting it ablaze with some lit matches. there was no escape from the scene in front of you, as you tossed the last match you couldn't help but to thing in how wrong you are. completely wrong to find satisfaction in violence, one that toji of all people induced.

without a word you set out of the shack, felling the soft night breeze hit you, you tried to keep your remaining integrity intact. the car where you came in was nowhere in sight, obviously. the only vehicle left was toji's old ass subaru.

'fuck it,' you began to navigate your way towards toji's ride and rest your weight near its door. the beating in your heart marched like a parade drum, this was not happening. your body wanted him, scratch that, needed him in unspeakable ways.

"hey," toji started, "i came to see if you were alright, maybe the scene was too much—"

your lips seeking his was bound to happen. you didn't let him finish his sentence; besides, it didn't matter, his concern was always a show. you thought this inebriating feeling would appease itself, well you thought wrong.

"fucking shut up fushiguro, just kiss me."

"fuck," he heaved, sinking back into the lips of the woman he so desperately coveted. with every stroke of his tongue in yours the fever for him just increased in temperature.

'more!' your body was quick to demand, and your hands even quicker to lay on his toned abdomen, shamelessly traversing through his smooth skin. his bloody hands kept your head in place as his lips explored every crevice of your mouth.

"do ughn~ do something fushiguro!" you whinged, leading his beaten up hand all the way down to that wet spot in between your legs.

"damn, doll...can't use my fingers though," he whispered, caressing your clothed cunt, crimson stains sadly smearing over the fabric.

you catch a fistful of his shirt collar, bringing him to your face level and not minding the means to relieve you. it just had to be him, "then your mouth will have to do."

you did not believe the rumors of toji fushiguro's head being mind blowing. they had to be a brazen exaggeration, nothing more than a whisper started by him to inflate his ego a set his reputation in stone. but as they say 'don't knock it 'till you try it'.

to your pride's dismay, the rumors fell short in comparison to the real deal. this man didn't tickle your pussy, he devoured it. his hot, wet tongue circled around your clit before lapping it through your slit. your back rested comfortably in the car's hood, skirt up, panties to your side and your legs locked firmly around toji's neck. strings of moaned profanities left your mouth, your hands gripping at toji's raven locks. at this rate you migh as well leave a bald spot with how hard you tugged at his hair for him to go deeper in you.

disappointment will fill you once your head clears from the lustful fog. but in this precise second all you wanted was to seek your orgasm. and sure enough you were terribly close, toji switched from burying his tongue inside of you to kissing the most sensitive parts of your pussy.

"fushi—toji~ i am, shit if you keep—going i'm gonna- i-!" torrents of erratic pleasure rippled from your pelvis through out your body. your juices coated toji's lips and dripped to his chin.

you heaved, gasping for the fresh air of nature, the stars above twinkled and now your mind became clear once more.

"get off me, help me too."

"man a thank you would be nice." always the gentleman, toji helped you sit right, kneeling to push your panties up and secure you in place as you stood up. even after you ignored his need of gratitude.

"what are you gonna do about that?" you gestured at the obvious bulge in his pants.

"shit, baby, don't worry i got certified jerk off material right here." he took the picture he had previously tucked in his pocket, out on display for you to see. apparently the creep that took all the sorority's most intimate moments actually had a talent for photography.

"fuck, fushiguro, give me my picture!" you caught a glimpse of its contents; you observing your figure through tithe mirror in a pink dress, one that looked eerily similar to lingerie. you tried to snatch it from his grasp, however he held it high in the air, making it imposible for you to get ahold of.

"you'll have to bounce on my cock if you want the pic dollface," he beamed a grin while opening the passenger door, "let's go to mine and finish the transaction."

"ughh, you're insufferable fushiguro."

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never thought this would be as long as it did :o + feedback on my writing is hella appreciated !

[nkopurin]

( power moves )

pt.1

"as mentioned before... we believe injecting more budget into the security in exportation would be absolutely...beneficial—a-are you okay, boss?"

"no... keep going, just a little headache..." your face radiating with a polite smile that urged your subordinate to continue his report however icy stare lingered maliciously on him. the young man shifted in his place, the girls next to him feeling and knowing all too well his anguish. he was terrified of you, obviously since you were his superior, and your smile was evidently a front for your growing discomfort. however, it was not due to the poor man, or the girls, or the budget readjustment. your growing irritation found itself in between your legs.

"maybe we can leave this with mr.nanami-"

"he's not available at the moment," you words escaped from you snappier than intended, you lidded gaze fell on the employee, "leave it here if you need to leave."

you heaved, desperate to control your inconsolable body and gestured to set the papers on your wooden desk before submerging your hand below it, searching to grip on the blond strands of secretary!nanami's hair. he counted the seconds to be alone with you once again, the minutes were painfully dragging along, just like his tongue did on your cunt. how many times did he thought of this moment? how many videos with this particular voyeuristic scene did he record? he lost count, but now he could satiate his hunger for you now with his tongue teasing the soft edges of your pussy hole.

"i'll leave it here and come back on the evening then... get well boss!" the erratic employee fled your office urgently, the other ladies following him suit. with the click of the door shutting, you remove nanami from between your thighs.

"you fucking idiot!" you were in complete distress while you brough the disheveled man to your face, "we could have lost our jobs!"

nanami could only smile defiantly, "i wouldn't mind that,"

"you—!" speechless, you grunted, of course he could leave this job, his side job gave him a salary competitive to the one he already had from his office job. however, you couldn't afford this slip-up, endless hours of work and ass-kissing lead you to where you currently were, and not even your little work/porn crush was going to shatter that "you know what...? fine! finish off," you spread your legs wide enough for him to dive however he wanted, "but this is the last time... we're doing something like this here."

your secretary took your lips for his own, making you taste your own mess he helped create happily now knowing that this was going to be a routine. he found your hands to set them on the tent on his linen trousers, then returned to your lonely core, giving her all his attention once more.

but nanami wondered on the next time. his fingers found refuge inside your pussy while his digits toyed around, he was not going to waste time now or be shy.

"fuck... then, wanna appear in a video?"

short but part 3 (when i come up w a good story😮‍💨) will be longer (🏷) @vorfreudevortex , @hellopurplestar, @yamato-my-beloved , @zaynerider

[nkopurin]

( chip 4 dick )

the corner of your mouth tweaks upwards. a faint smile creeping on your face by the sight of the man in front of you. rival!toji gripped the playing cards, a poker face plastered on him, yet his eyes sparkled in triumph. he was absolutely sure he had the winning hand. after all these incessant weeks of losing and being anchored at your mercy, he will finally beat you in a game by a landslide. his hand cradled a vanquishing 'royal flush'. this sweet, sweet royal flush was going to be his ticket to your ass.

literally.

see, here's the thing. you gambled away a night with him, all in the spirit of competition and friendly/flirty banter. you also wanted to see him spiral out of a good time with you at times in the match. but, and he could never, ever know the lengths you went through to secure your loss at all costs.

most of this losing game was about luck, no doubt about it. but a little smooth talk beforehand with the dealer wouldn't hurt the purpose of your aim for an absolute loss.

"looking happy over there, huh, fushiguro?"

he arches his eyebrows while setting his eyes on you, "does it?" his hand rests on his scarred mouth, attempting—with no success, to hide his idiot-like grin.

"pshhh, gramps on the slots at the back can tell..."

toji lets a deep, effortless, and light chuckle slip out of him. the crinkles in his eyes deepened with the visible smile, "i guess luck might finally look me in the eye, pretty lady."

"i bet it won't fushiguro, i wanna keep you where you are..." you charged in all the chips you owned towards the middle of the table, smoothly, no hitch or doubt, and flipped your cards with absolute confidence. a 'straight flush' of clubs painted the table, sealing your fate for the night in motion, "out of my dress."

now, it was impossible for toji to hide his giddy grin. shoving the chips towards the center, he sets them next to yours. his magnificent winning hand laid successfully side up, his emerald eyes fixed on you the whole time.

you puffed, "of course..."

defeat, such a strange feeling, but did you really lose? you leave your seat behind to approach toji and grab a fistful of his opened button shirt, "c'mon fushiguro," you strung him along, like a dog on a leash to the hotel elevator. the music of the machines, the cheers and rageful grunts echoed through the carpeted casino floor, "a promise is a promise."

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the strands of raven hair merged with your fingers as they held on tight to them. toji rammed his dick into you, never ceasing or stopping for a break, his teeth snuggled deeply into the flesh of your shoulder. he was set into marking this evening, the evidence of him in you. his moans vibrated throughout your skin, the proof of the ecstasy he felt finally being welcomed by you.

you observed through your cloudy and teary eyes the way he cradled and teased your body in the mirrors reflection. a hand on your tit with your nipples being squeezed and spoiled while his other hand devoted itself to give your puffed, needy clit the attention she seeked out.

the hotel sheets tangled in the love juices of you and toji, his eyes and kisses roam around your body until they settle on your lips like a winner, shutting your please for more of him. however, now you knew his touch, his time, his mind, his desire is all in your grasp.

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