#X-Men Drabble

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

Breaking no contact with the JJK men with the Catherine Method

Tags: JJK men x fem!Reader, smau, crack, cursing nsfw, mdni

An: @theuniversesnepobaby sent me a funny ass tiktok with this trend in it, so you guys can thank her for this smau. also pls look this stuff up on tiktok. it’s so funny for no reason. don’t take this shit too seriously 😭

Taglist: @theuniversesnepobaby @airandyeah

[animamii]

"y'know," Toji grunts, fingers digging into the plush of your hips, "You shouldn't wanna be with a guy like me." His lidded eyes are focused on the way your body is arched, ass tutted out on display for him as his hands slide to grip the jiggly flesh.

"Mmm? And why not?" Your neck cranes, your voice silky and sweet and you purr out moan after moan.

"Cause you're my son's age, sweetheart," he bites his lip as he watches his dick slip in and out so smoothly, the way it shines with your slickness, "I could be your—hah— father."

"Why be my father when you could be my daddy?" You giggle, glossy lips curling up into a seductive smirk as you push back against him, emphasizing every deep thrust. His breath hitches, fingers tightening possessively on your waist.

"You're a dangerous little thing, aren't you?" Toji growls, voice thick with lust, his pace never faltering. "Makin' me wanna ruin you even more." With that he drills deeper, pushing every single inch of his manhood as deep as he can into you.

Your giggle melts into a breathless moan as he pulls you closer, his chest pressing against your back. "Then do it," you whisper, long lashes fluttering. "Make me yours, Daddy." Toji really doesn't know how a pretty little thing like you got into his bed, but by god he was grateful for it.

A deep, guttural groan rumbles from his chest as he snaps his hips forward, sending waves of pleasure through your trembling body. "Fuck, sweetheart," he mutters. "You really don't know what you're askin' for."

"Oh, I think I do," your voice gets a little deeper, sultrier than your usual girlish tone. Fucking little minx, he thinks.

Toji lets out a deep chuckle, the sound rough and sinful as his fingers trail up your spine before gripping the back of your neck. "You're playin' a dangerous game, sweetheart," he murmurs, voice thick with amusement and something darker—something possessive. "But I gotta admit… I like watchin' you lose."

His hips roll forward, slow and deliberate, making you feel every inch of him dragging against your slick walls. The stretch, the heat—it’s too much and not enough all at once, and the way he holds you, like he owns you, only makes it worse.

You whimper, pushing back against him, needing more, needing him to stop teasing. "T-Toji…"

His grip on your neck tightens just enough to make your breath hitch. "What was that, baby?" he taunts, smirking as he leans in, lips brushing the shell of your ear. "Thought you liked actin' all grown up. Use your words."

Your body shudders, pleasure tingling down your spine. "Please," you gasp, barely coherent, "Please, Daddy—"

A sharp groan rips from his throat, and in a heartbeat, his restraint snaps. His fingers dig into your flesh as he drags you back onto his cock, setting a brutal pace that has your eyes rolling back. "Fuck—there’s my good girl," he grits out, jaw clenching as he watches your body take him so greedily. "Knew you’d beg for it eventually."

The filthy squelch of skin meeting skin fills the air, and Toji watches, mesmerized, as your body trembles beneath him. "So fuckin' pretty when you fall apart," he rasps, reaching down to press his rough fingers against your needy clit. "C’mon, sweetheart—lemme see you cum for Daddy."

[silverskyeline]

ੈ♡˳ imagine you're wearing logans dog tags as you ride him. 18+

you're rolling your hips on him, riding him just how he wants. his firm, calloused hands grip your hips with purpose, digging into your flesh so hard it will surely leave bruises. he wants to leave bruises, evidence of how much he wants you, needs you. growling like a fucking animal as his cock slides in and out of you with ease, each slap of his hips connecting with yours earning soft moans from your lips and rough grunts from his.

he loves staring into your eyes while he fucks you, watching those pretty eyes of yours roll back into your skull - but not tonight. tonight he can't help but be mesmerised by the way his dog tags around your neck bounce each time he thrusts. the soft jingling of the metal fills his ears, adding to the sounds of skin on skin and ragged gasps.

fuck, they looked so good on you. his rough fingers trail across your lower stomach, snaking their way to the tags. the metal around your neck, a sign that he owned you, watching the metal coined with his name slap against your soft skin rhythmically.

"that's it," he yanks the chain suddenly, causing you to gasp and place your hands on his fuzzy chest to steady yourself, "atta'girl. . ." logan coos, as he pumps up into you, meeting your every movement. by now, he knows your wet hole is just aching to be filled. it started aching the moment you crawled into bed beside him.

every. single. night.

and you're his, you know you're his, you've given yourself completely to him. your hand grips around his on the tags as if solidifying this, silently granting him ownership.

logan grins, feeling his cock twitch inside you.

you looked so pretty with his name around your neck.

[itsafairytalekay]

Toji always puts you on his back when he's doing pushups, that man says you are his warmup weight even if you weigh 90 kgs, he will come into your bedroom with his protein shake and smirk like a teenager and you know what's about to happen, you're used to this. he's putting you over his shoulder to then directly put you on his back and start doing pushups, fast af too. You just latch onto his neck for dear life and he's laughing while doing his workout.

He will also make you a dumbbell for working his biceps.

Then while doing squats he will put you on his neck.

He just wants to get a good workout in but, also spend time with his girl.

You talk to him while he's getting his workout in, literally on his neck or back and he's just responding with grunts and mhm's.

He loves how you talk so much, He just loves you too much <3

[theorist-fox]

Can I interest you in some silly sex with Simon? 🧎🏻‍♀️‍➡️

18+

Word count: 1k.

CW: nothing really. Just silly sex. Just giggling sex. Just I-need-to-give-this-man-some-humanity sex. Simon is ticklish and you find out, that's the plot.

Masterlist 🦊

You look delectable straddling his hips.

Naked and soft, plump tits sitting prettily in his hands. His thumbs swipe idly around your perked nipples as you ride him slowly, early morning sun peeking through the curtains and lapping at your skin. What a way to wake up, what a sight.

He stares at your lips and how they part for him—something he still has to get used to, though he probably never truly will. How dulcet does his name sound if it’s your voice whispering it, how beautiful your eyes when they take in his face.

Soft hands are pressed on his chest for leverage, and you’re treating him with a view he keeps pinned to the forefront of his brain—gliding your cunt until you’re chock-full of him, stroking yourself until you’re shivering.

He likes it when he’s on top, sure. He’s used to taking the lead and orchestrating every detail, in and out of the job. 

But when you allow him to sit back and take it? Hell, sign him up. He’d do it every day. Especially when it’s this lazy sex here, in which you’re canting your hips to cum before he does, giving him the blissful chance of feeling you clench around him when he's still hard. 

Goosebumps rise under your nails as they graze down his chest and brush his stomach. Your hands wander blindly on his belly, then his sides, as you clock his eyes with your heavy ones, panting softly, idly—my beautiful, beautiful girl.

But then you inadvertently brush his ribs, and he stiffens—even squirms, and your movements come to a halt.

You blink as conscience returns to you slowly, and the room sinks into tense silence. His cock twitches inside of you when you tilt your head inquisitively, squinting your eyes.

Experimentally, you brush your fingertips against his ribs again, and his biceps flatten to his sides, trapping your hands.

Your eyes widen, and his do the same.

“Don’t.”

You gasp, “Oh my God.”

“Darling, no.” He warns, but you’ve clearly made up your mind already.

Your lips are curled in a smile that promises mischief, and he can only give up, sit back, and count his losses.

“Darling, yes.”

Simon feels your fingers wiggle under the tight press of his arms, but no matter his strength, they're seemingly useless against that playful resolve you're displaying.

His cock is still embarrassingly hard inside you, and Simon reckons it won't soften any time soon. You don’t seem eager to get off him either, thus prolonging the torture with each tiny movement you make.

He inhales sharply and fights tooth and nail to school his expression into neutrality. His eyes are narrowed, and his jaw is locked tight. The only thing giving him away is the flush of his cheeks, getting pinker by the second because he refuses to open his mouth to breathe a much-needed lungful of air. Knowing that if he would, he'd bark a laugh that would proclaim you as the winner of this fight.

He would never.

You roll your hips, then—cheap trick. He unravels with a shaky breath, and his biceps give out enough for you to slip your hands away.

And then, he knows he's done for.

“Cut it out.” He barks, trying to sound stern and miserably failing. He knows because you're laughing even harder.

Your fingers feel like tiny bugs crawling up his sides, and they make his breath catch in his throat.

“Never.” You say, with a grin that scrunches your nose. A smile that would normally make his heart throb, but right now just makes him wish he were a lesser man so he could throttle you.

“Fuckin’-“

You chuckle.

You evil little cunt.

Resistance lasts a few more seconds before he bursts.

It’s not a full laugh that leaves him; more of a wheeze that makes you chortle like a wicked witch. His chest heaves as your fingers frantically tickle his sides. Tries to get you off him by shaking his hips, but that only makes the two of you falter and moan, and then chuckle and catch your breaths.

His shoulders shake in a breathless, choking laugh that pitches upward as you continue with your assault (yes, assault—he is not being dramatic), eyes veiled with tears of frustration and mirth. He shrieks when your hands travel under his armpits—the sound makes you giggle in a way that would have him melt. 

“That laugh’s lovely, baby.” You say with a smarmy grin he wishes he could wipe with a kiss, hands unrelenting against his sides. “Sound like a kettle whistling.”

He tries to glower and push you off, but you’re surprisingly strong when you’re focused. Right now, your only goal is to apparently make him hate you—he'd rather be held at gunpoint than being forced to hold in a laugh that makes his stomach hurt.

Simon now looks shockingly harmless, with his cheeks flushed bright red and his voice an octave too high—wouldn't look dangerous if he tried.

“Tea ready, yet?” You add, batting your lashes, because why not rub salt into the already embarrassing wound marring his pride.

It’s that unfathomably stupid joke that finally makes Simon crack. He barks out a laugh that bubbles up his throat, rippling through his stomach so suddenly that you bounce above him. Your own laugh follows soon after, because each time you manage to steal one from him, your heart vibrates with loving triumph.

But still—he is Simon Riley, isn’t he? Member of Task Force 141. Lieutenant in the UK Special Forces, SAS. The Ghost. There is some pride in there, one he'd like to keep intact.

He tries to recollect his breath, sniffling, and his arms shoot out to wrap around your waist. He rolls onto his side, taking you with him.

It’s then that you find yourself in a position of utter disadvantage, on your back with your big brute of a boyfriend holding you down. You’re wide-eyed and still smiling with barely contained giggles, and he’d be lying if he said it doesn't make his heart soar.

Sure, he’s panting, still proper flushed and apple-cheeked, with shivers wrecking his spine and unshed tears in his eyes—but he takes great pride in having won yet another fight (again, not overreacting at all, if you ask him).

He grabs your wrists and pins them above your head.

You fix him with a look. “Simon, no.”

Before you can add more to your complaint, he rams his cock into you until your chest stutters, your lips mouthing around a shaky breath he drinks dry with a wet kiss.

He fucks you into the mattress, then—once, twice, until the remnants of laughter vanish from your face and you’re trembling in bliss, eyes rolled back under heavy eyelids.

He places a sloppy kiss down to your collarbone.

“Simon, yes.”

[bluukive]

Eyes On You

summary - you finally decide to give the gym a go, getting yourself involved with a man who's dead set on pushing you to your limits

wc - 5.4k

content - MDNI, insecure!reader x gymowner!Sukuna, mentions of weight, Sukuna's harsh at first, eventual mutual pining, solo mast. (m + F, separate), 0ral (f receiving), face s;tting, handj0b, slight body worship, submissive reader, freaky in the gym shower (anyone could hear them...but no one does?), teasing, hella unrealistic, really amateur writing like please I'm cringing so hard

an - uhm I've never written a mini fic before !! please excuse the awkward writing

Lazily proofread by me mb

It took all the courage you had to even think about signing up to the gym that opened down the road, but the little voice in the back of your head was telling you to go. Just check it out, it said. Walk around a little, and then right back out. Shouldn’t be hard, right?

Right?

Wrong. How wrong you were. It was easier said than done in hindsight, but you didn’t expect the heavy thud of rock music to blare throughout the facility until you felt your bones tremble. Nor did you expect large gaggles of gym bros swarming around the equipment, a few heads turning the moment you pushed open the glass door. Sure, there were enough women there also, but not enough to deter you from yanking the drawstrings of your hoodie. Your vision became obstructed as the hood tightened around your face, whispered curses leaving your lips.

“Shit, shit, shit,” you muttered, eyes darting side to side as the social anxiety set in. You were close to turning around on your heel and out of this building, leg already twitching. But a low, gravelly voice called out to you from beside a water fountain you were unfortunately standing too close to. 

“Lost? Nervous? Which one is it, girl?”

You don’t know how you missed this giant of a man, especially when his cropped, pink hair made him stick out like a sore thumb. Some strands were plastered to his sweaty forehead and concealed the judgement of his stare. Barely. His tank top also did a poor job of hiding those hulking muscles, flexing slightly with full veins as he gripped his water bottle. Looks like you caught him mid-workout. Oh, and you’re gawking like an idiot.

Nice going. 

“Are you deaf or something? Speak up already,” the stranger clicked his tongue impatiently, and you internally panicked. You wondered whether manifestation was real and if you could will for the stranger to just explode. Actually, make it the entire room. An embarrassed grimace appeared on your face as you realised you had the attention of a couple of people on you.

“Uh, no. No, I’m not deaf. Just looking around,” you began to explain, undoing the drawstrings of your hoodie once you realised how utterly stupid you must have looked. But then the stranger gave you a grimace of his own, lips quirking up as his eyes landed on your dishevelled hair. You looked like a mess. 

Way to go. Now you can’t show your face in public. And yes, it really was that deep.

And so you smoothened your hair out and plastered an overly enthusiastic grin on your face to compensate for the fact you couldn’t socialise. “Where do I sign up?”

He snorted, a sceptical brow raised as he checked out your incredibly outdated attire. “You want to sign up?” 

You nodded. Fuck, you weren’t even meant to say that. The urge to slap a hand over your forehead grew tenfold, but you fought it.

A shaky breath left you as you gave in to that little voice reminding you that no, you didn’t fit into those jeans you’ve had your eyes on for a while. No, your mom hadn’t stopped making comments about your body and lack of love life. 

“...Yes, please,” you said after a beat of silence, and that was that. Sukuna, who was apparently a trainer, led you through the whole process. Sign this, read that, fork over some of your wage. You know, the typical procedure. The new you was coming very soon, you told yourself after internally crying over the money spent. You’ll buy those jeans in no time.

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“Sloppy fuckin’ form, girl. Sharpen up,” Sukuna barked, circling around you like a goddamn hawk. 

Oh, you swore you were going to quit that gym soon. He had been riding your ass for the past couple of weeks, pushing you further than you’ve ever pushed yourself. Sukuna called you out on your bullshit that first day when you tried hiding in the corner with your phone out, coaxing you onto a mat and making you stretch. Since then, Sukuna kept an eye on you, making sure you were red-faced by the end of the workout. 

A sharp click of his tongue brought you back from your thoughts. You groaned, raising your hips from the floor and spreading out your limbs. You were currently doing a plank, which appeared to be dissatisfactory in Sukuna’s eyes. 

“I’m doing it, I’m doing it,” you hissed, head tilting up as best as you could so that you may glare at your tormentor. A scoff left his lips.

“Yeah, you’re as intimidating as fuckin’ pebble right now. Head down.”

Your head dropped reluctantly. The quiet grunt you accidentally let out didn’t escape the trainer, but he wasn’t about to soften up. Neither were you out of sheer stubbornness. 

However, the burn in your thighs and arms became more noticeable. An ‘oof’ sound left your lips as your jellied arms buckled and you face-planted the floor. Another tut and more chuckles from the other members scattered in the gym. 

“Take five,” Sukuna couldn’t help but roll his eyes at you. 

A dismissive noise left you as you remained face-down on the floor, Sukuna’s fading footsteps and mutters of annoyance filling your reddening ears. Your face burned. 

Swallow your pride and quit, the voice in your head mocked. 

But two weeks in? You couldn’t. Not when you had stupidly formed a grudge against Sukuna for pushing you so hard too early on. You shook your head and got back into form, lower lip jutting out in sheer determination. You were completely unaware of the approving nod from the other end of the room.

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Walking was simply out of the question today. You threw the covers off and gritted your teeth at the way your legs throbbed with each shift of your body. 

It had been maybe five sessions since you had face-planted the floor in front of Sukuna. It didn't look like he'd ease up any time soon after that incident. In fact, he grew meaner. That apparently made you like him more.

The mere thought of him made you shrivel up in bed and grimace, but you couldn’t fight the slight inkling of attraction you felt towards him, slight being an understatement.

It was bound to happen eventually, right? You'd be stupid not to be attracted to him. Each muscle looked like it had been carved right out of stone. Hell, now that you think about it, it was probably also those unamused looks he was throwing your way that made you keep going back to that cursed gym. 

You were there now after hyping yourself up in the mirror back home. Not for too long, though. One look at your chest flailing around was enough to make you curl your lip and shrug on that tacky pair of sweats and hoodie you liked to work out in. You skipped breakfast and settled on a shitty cereal bar you found in your kitchen. It wasn't the best thing to do, but you were set on losing weight. 

The air reeked, to be frank. It was the first thing you noticed after walking into the gym. Testosterone and sweat mixed with a strong hit of regret. Regardless, you pushed through and continued shuffling on your boneless legs. You set your bag down in some lonely corner and mentally prepared yourself for Sukuna to berate you about God knows what. It was something new every time you came here. 

“Told your stubborn ass to stretch after the workout,” he drawled once he sauntered over, an amused look on his face. “Just had to stomp out like a little brat, didn’t you?”

“That's not true. I just wanted to go home and shower,” you scoffed in response. But Sukuna didn’t reply. Instead, he raised a brow that screamed oh, really? You could feel the back of your neck prickle with an uncomfortable heat as he stared you down. 

And then he walked off. Asshole.

“So fucking weird. I mean, who does that?” you rambled to no one, getting in form and raising your arms over your head as you stretched. The slight sting of your muscles being used was actually rather welcome for once. 

═══ Later ═══

By the time you were done, you were warm and sweaty. Sukuna hadn’t spoken to you much today, too busy chewing out a new member of the gym. Poor dude, you thought. But at least it wasn't you. 

This gave you time to look in the mirror, a poor habit of yours. Your eyes cast over your body agonisingly slow as you checked for any changes in physique. Little bursts of cool air hit your flushed skin when you lifted your t-shirt with one hand slightly to inspect yourself, the other hand fanning your face. You then sighed, running a hand over your hip. 

“The fuck are you doing?” 

A garbled yelp left you as you dropped your top and looked at Sukuna from the mirror without turning around. His red eyes were trained at your hip, and he looked almost disappointed at the fact that your clothes had covered again. You whizzed around and stood there stiff. A pause, and then you were wondering why the hell your mouth was starting to run. 

“Nothin’. None of your business,” you chuckled nervously, hands clenching at your sides. “Just checking progress.” 

“Yeah, ‘cus that’s the only reason why you cop a feel of your own body after every session looking like a kicked puppy,” Sukuna’s eyes remained lidded, flicking between the mirror and you. 

“Oh, cmon. I look nothing like a kicked puppy-”

“Yeah, you do. Every single time.”

“You're watching me like some perv-”

“And what?”

You paused and inhaled deeply, a stupid smirk appearing on Sukuna's lips as you grew increasingly frustrated with him. “Will you at least let me finish my sentence?”

“No can do. Wanna explain yourself?” He asked, beefy arms folding over his chest. You had to forcefully drag your eyes away from the slight jiggle of his pecs, your body reacting similarly to that of a Victorian male seeing an ankle for the first time. 

“Eyes up here. Talk to me,” Sukuna repeated, softer this time. Your hands fiddled with each other as you debated whether to open up to this hothead. It was likely that he'd a) make fun of you, or b) propose on the spot and fawn over how perfect you were (extremely unlikely, but a girl could dream).

Sukuna watched as your lips parted and the lie tumbled out of your mouth since it was easier than telling the truth.

“Just stretching.”

An unimpressed grunt rumbled in the man's chest. “Bullshit, but keep telling yourself that.”

“Tch. What else am I doing then?”

“Fuck knows, but quit it. That's not healthy,” a finger jabbed at your forehead, and you swatted his hand away without thinking. Your chest tightened slightly. Was that genuine concern?

Sukuna saw your reluctance to accept his words, making him shoot a deadpan look your way. “I'm being serious. Stop grabbing at yourself before I throw a dumbbell at the mirror,” he scolded, narrowed eyes boring into yours.

“I see you busting your ass every time you're here. You may not think I notice it, but I do. Trust me. Do you really think I’d push someone so hard if I didn’t see something in them?”

He was speaking to you like a trainer now, but you could hear some of his own personal feelings slip through the cracks. It made your throat feel tighter. 

“To be honest, I didn't think you'd see,” you mumbled, swallowing the lump in your throat and wiping your increasingly sweaty hands on your t-shirt.

“Well, I have. Now, stop touching your hips like that. They're fine,” he scolded. Sukuna didn't even wait for a reply as he walked off, probably to slap the back of someone's head again.

For the first time that day, your body felt less heavy. 

And you could confidently meet your eyes in the mirror again. 

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With your eyes fluttering shut, you shifted and lay on your back whilst reminiscing on Sukuna's words. Maybe it was your memory playing tricks on you, but you swore his eyes lingered on your body in an appreciative way. Maybe he saw more in you than you had ever seen in yourself. But realistically, maybe you were that attention deprived that you were making up scenarios to feel special. 

An exasperated groan left you as you rubbed your face in your hands, heat creeping up onto your cheeks yet again. Honestly? You couldn't remember the last time you felt so whipped over someone before. It had been just under a month since you joined that gym, and Sukuna was already plaguing your every thought. 

It's not like Sukuna was your teacher or anything. You were both legal adults. Yeah, maybe you were just some stubborn brat who frequented his gym. But that didn't mean you couldn't feel anything for him. 

But why did you feel guilty? Was it the way he was so uncaring yet so observant at the same time that made you feel this way? Or was it the fact that you saw yourself as unworthy of this arousal?

Regardless, you could feel your cunt beginning to ache. You tried relieving it by squeezing your thighs together, but it was useless. The muscles in your body still felt tight, and the effects of the gym lingered. God, why couldn’t you escape him?

Slick noises filled the bedroom not long after you began questioning your whole dynamic with Sukuna. Yes, it was deeply embarrassing and you’ll surely regret it later. But right now, the sensation of your fingers rubbing tight circles over your clit was too pleasurable to ignore. 

With each ashamed jerk of your hips as you lay there, the plush skin of your thighs shook as you raised it slightly and bent your knee. Even though you lived alone and no one was around to hear you, you bit into your fist to conceal the plethora of needy mewls and gasps falling from your lips. The towel had come undone, exposing the curves of your writhing body. The cool air contrasted deliciously with the wet heat between your parted legs. Now that your breasts were free, the hand at your mouth moved lower so that you lazily brush a couple fingers over a hardened nipple. 

But the moment you did that, existential dread crept over you and you withdrew your hand. Self-consciousness hit you like a ton of bricks and you sat up abruptly, face burning at the fact that you were getting off at the thought of some musclehead at the gym. Your eyes fluttered down, unfocused and blurry from denying yourself of an orgasm. You guessed it was time for another shower. Maybe that’d wash the shame off of you. 

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After a few days of ignoring the urge to go to the gym, you gave in and dragged yourself out of your home. There’s no way you could look at Sukuna in the eye now. That was one of the many thoughts whizzing round your head as you kept your eyes low and headed to your usual corner of the gym. You could smell the lecture coming from the pink-haired man from a mile away, and boy, you were right. 

You were barely done with your first warmup set when you heard his gruff voice cut through the blaring music. He was not amused. 

“You suuure took your sweet time coming back, Sick of working out already?”

And that’s when you froze. Your heart quite literally dropped to your ass once you managed to stand up straight, but your eyes remained on the mat below you both. 

“Was busy, that’s all,” which was a bold lie. He could tell.

“Hm,” Sukuna began. “Looks like you were too busy to even do your stretches properly.”

A thick set of fingers met your back, the digits pressing into your spine so that your posture was correct. An awkward noise left your lips at the contact.

“Straighten up. At this rate, you won’t even be able to workout because of body pains.”

But that was the least of your problems. Fantasies of his hands coaxing your thighs open and his tongue doing unspeakable things to you filled your mind, causing you to move back sharply. You cleared your throat, noticing again the displeased look on Sukuna’s face.

“I didn’t think you’d care if I turned up or not,” you admitted sheepishly, a bold assumption on your end.

A low, hum of laughter rumbled in his chest, which quite frankly did nothing to soothe the steady pulsing between your thighs. “Oh, I don’t. I just don’t want to be losing out on money through your absence.”

Ouch. 

Your head turned, and he saw the mildly offended look on your face. His words were just enough to make you forget about the heat of his body as he walked around slowly to stand in front of you. 

“I’m kidding, i'm kidding. Mostly," he borderline purred. "Is everything okay, though? You’ve been ignoring me more than you usually do,” Sukuna cocked his head to the side, and you wondered how he could sound both amused and irritated at the same time.

A short huff left your lips, almost sounding amused. If only he knew why you had been avoiding him.

“Nah, everything’s good. Just working out, y’know. Like a normal person would.”

Sukuna’s lip quirked up again, a stupidly attractive habit he had when he felt playful. “Riiiight. If that’s the case, stop lookin’ at me like I’ve fucked your life up or something.”

Your brows furrowed as you struggled to keep your eyes on him. The fuck did he know?! But that frantic look on your face didn’t stop him from running that mouth of his. 

“Oh, but who knows? I might have already. And in that case?” he let his voice drop down a couple of notches, leaning forward until you could practically taste his aftershave on your tongue. “You’re welcome, I guess.” He let his eyes drift down, pausing at your lips, and then down to the swell of your breasts through your t-shirt. 

Were you meant to ask him to look for longer, or slap him?

Once the realisation that maybe, just maybe Sukuna was attracted to you settled in your stomach like a heavy weight, he pulled back and walked away slowly, eyes on you until the last possible moment. You blinked once, then twice. 

You were dumbfounded, but also aroused. What the hell was going on with you both?

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Sukuna’s private office was…something. Low hanging fluorescent lights flickered periodically as he sat there in the busted chair, sun already having set outside. The occasional clang of metal reverberated around the gym outside of the private wall, and the air inside was heavy with dust, sweat, and intense longing. 

Sukuna’s eyes were screwed shut, unable to physically eat the half-chewed apple on his desk. His cock was aching in his sweats. It’s only been under a week since you came back to the gym, and he’s losing it. He’d be lying if he said you had caught his eye immediately. Sukuna remembers the day you came bumbling in like an idiot into his gym all wide-eyed like you’ve never seen a man before. 

But how wrong he was. You had a mouth on you under all that awkwardness. But most importantly, you were so reactive. He doesn’t know why he liked it so much, but seeing you stiffen up at his touches, push out your lower lip when he pissed you off… It really set him off. Not to mention the noises, God. Your soft pants after a workout, your low groans as you stretched those legs of yours.

Honestly? Sukuna didn’t understand why on earth you were so insecure. He had the urge to drag you away from the mirror every time he saw that disappointed look on your face after each workout session. He could spend ages running his hands across every soft inch of your body to show you that you were fine. There was no need for you to push yourself so hard. 

The mental imagery of burying his face deep into your pussy pained him. It was embarrassing, really, the way he was always ogling at you bent over the dumbbell racks or watching your throat bob with every gulp of water. Sukuna rubbed his face with his hands, groaning and manspreading further in his seat as his cock practically weeped to be freed. He could feel the front of his boxers dampen with his precum, which he had been trying to ignore for a while now. But it was useless. Sukuna may have felt like a hormonal idiot for freeing his length from the confinements of his sweatpants, but he saw no use in denying himself the pleasure of fantasising you on top of him. 

It wasn’t long before Sukuna had a large hand nestled deep in his pants, wrapped around his throbbing cock. He couldn’t be bothered taking it out, and something about ruining his clothes to the thought of you made it all the more thrilling. When he shut his eyes, he could see the full outline of your body underneath your clothes, the way the outline of your sports bra was visible due to sweat after vigorously exercising. 

His cock twitched in his hand and he finally began pumping his hand lazily. Sukuna could imagine you walking in on him, the frazzled look you’d shoot his way. He wanted you to see him like this, but unfortunately for him, you had gone home. 

“Fuckin’ hell, you’ve done it now. Messed me up all good and p-proper, huh?” His hand continued to move, wrist rolling expertly. Almost as if he was used to jerking off to the thought of you. Sukuna’s head tipped back as he pictured you on your knees, lips glossy with his cum and body eager to please him. Oh, you'd look so pretty with your tits pressed together as you sat their obediently.

The chair creaked once he started rutting into his hand frantically. His hips jerked once, then again as his orgasm hit him. It hit him hard. It was messy and the waves of shame hit him at the same time ropes of thick cum coated his fingers and the insides of his sweats. 

Uneven pants filled that small office, and Sukuna finally withdrew his fingers and wiped them clean with a nearby rag he kept nearby. He could feel his heart hammering in his throat, and he actively avoided looking down at the mess he made inside of his sweats. 

Maybe Sukuna felt ashamed. He definitely should have. But there was no way in hell Sukuna would ever stop thinking about you. 

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You should have gone home and showered there like you usually did. But the tension between you and Sukuna exactly two days later had you on edge. You weren’t thinking straight, water bottle empty and chest heaving from overexertion. Your aching feet dragged to the gym showers instead, where you stripped after setting up all of your belongings. That berry-scented body wash just screaming your name. 

Sukuna however, came with other plans. He was thanking the stars that the gym was mostly empty, and there was little to no chance of anyone walking in. Plot armour, one may call it. 

You were in the middle of washing your body, washcloth scrubbing at your chest and getting them all soapy. How odd Sukuna was acting today, you muttered to yourself, recalling how his stare never left you and how his jaw remained tightly clenched. You were almost afraid he’d break a tooth.

The obnoxious creak of the shower-room doors brought you out of your daydreams, and you were glad the curtains concealed you from the eyes of whoever had just walked in. You were thinking to yourself that gosh, they really should oil up the hinges, but the curtains opened. Your eyes landed on a very pent-up Sukuna, whose eyes were shamelessly ogling at your nude body. You merely blinked at him, brain trying to catch up with what was going on.

“So, hey! One person per shower!?” you practically shrieked, backing up when Sukuna entered the shower and shut the curtain behind him. He’s soaking in the sight, clothes becoming drenched as the hot water beat down on both of you. Sukuna’is breath met the steam as he exhaled heavily, finally forcing himself to speak. 

“Gonna tell me to fuck off any time soon? Say something, pretty girl,” he cooed raspily, head cocked slightly to the side as he hunched over you. You could only stare back up at him, blinking away the spray of water. But the way your pussy clenched around nothing told you all you needed to know. You were positive you wanted him, so you gave him a nod. 

That was enough of an invitation for Sukuna to capture your bottom lip with his teeth, sucking it lightly into his mouth as he initiated a kiss under the spraying showerhead. You wanted to kiss back, but everything about Sukuna screamed urgency. You could barely register the fact that he was nipping at your neck, sucking a nipple into his mouth as his greedy hands pawed at every inch of skin you had to offer. 

“R-ryo, please wait-”

“No waiting. Don’t you dare tell me to wait,” he gritted out, sinking onto the tiles and using his hands to maneuver you around so that your rear was in his face. You winced at the sensation of the cold tiles your breasts were pressed up against, but you had no time to complain about it when Sukuna used both hands to spread the supple fat of your ass apart. A sharp gasp ripped out of your throat and your head whipped behind you to check.

“What exactly do you think you’re doin-”

He doesn't allow you to finish your sentence. The fiend angled his head, flattened his tongue and licked a fat stripe from your pussy to ass. You shrieked, hands flailing as you tried to grip the tiles unsuccessfully. A sharp swat to your ass served as a reminder to keep quiet, so you slapped a hand over your kiss-bitten lips. Sukuna took this as a chance to grab one of your calves and lifted it to the side, allowing him to groan deeply at the way your pussy spread so nicely for him. The fact that he could do so with such ease had you positively shaking. 

Your foot slipped ever so slightly on the wet tiles, but Sukuna was there to grip you even tighter, digging his fingers into the ample layer of fat over your hip to steady you. He dove back in, mouth hot on the entirety of your cunt as he ate you out like a man possessed. A garbled cry left your lips as you let your hand leave the tile. Sukuna was beyond pleased when you twisted his short hair into your fist and tugged, beginning to practically ride his face. 

“Fucking starving today, y’know?” he huffed in between filthy slurps. “Acting all shy for what, when your body is this fuckin’ slutty. Think I wouldn’t notice, huh?”

He went on and on, pausing to languidly roll his thick tongue over your pulsing clit. Sukuna sucked it into his mouth, nose buried between the crevice of your ass. You couldn’t respond, rendered to stupidity as ragged breaths left your lungs. The only time the man under you pulled away was to spit directly onto your pussy before diving back in. 

“P-pull away, gah, pull away, Ryo. M’gonna-,” you whined before being rudely cut off. Sukuna chokes on a curse at the nickname you have for him, and he wraps his arms around your waist. You’re sitting on his face, spasming with a cry as he begins shaking his head to the best of his ability. He’s a certified munch for a reason, devouring you from the back as you release all over his face with a strangled cry. 

You wiped the water from your face and slumped against the tiles. A kiss was planted against your ass, and then another. 

“Fucking hell. Should have done this sooner. Much sooner,” he muttered as he eventually rose to his feet. Sukuna’s knees ached, but it was worth it. “Pussy tastes sweeter than anything I’ve ever had.”

You managed to focus your eyes on him, face undeniably flushed as you pushed yourself away from the tiles. It did something to you to see Sukuna so pussydrunk and hard in his boxers. Somewhere along the way, he had tossed his shorts aside, which was perfect. His erection was straining against the fabric, and you took that as an invitation to sling an arm over his bulky shoulder. Your other hand slid down his torso, dipping in every curve of muscle it could find. You left his pecs alone, deciding to squeeze them another day. 

“Oh, oh. You want this as much as I do?” he teased before stopping himself from speaking anymore once he saw the look in your hazy eyes. You didn’t want sex. Not today, at least. So you settled on timidly freeing his length from his underwear and brushing your thumb over the flushed tip. The larger man almost moaned aloud when you rested your forehead against his chest and looked down, a soft noise of awe escaping your mouth at how deliciously thick his cock was. All thoughts of covering the stretchmarks on your hips, the thickness of your thighs, all of it… they were long forgotten at that moment. You started stroking his length almost lovingly, and you heard the slight crack in his usually confident voice.

“Hahhh, s-shit. Got a reaaal sweet pair of hands on you, don’t you, pretty girl?” he simpered, raising your head with a hand and affectionately resting his warm forehead against yours. The way Sukuna praised you had you doubling your efforts, wrist twisting as you pumped him earnestly. 

The water kept running, but Sukuna could worry about the bill another day. A chorus of guttural growls left him, strokes growing increasingly slick with his precum. The periodic twitches spurred you on, your eyes lighting up the closer he came to orgasm. Your gaze broke away when Sukuna’s lips pressed against your temple in a feverish manner, aaall the way down until he could claim your lips once more. The slight musky taste of your own slick graced your mouth. You should’ve pulled away, but you enjoyed the way his saliva mixed with yours.

“W-woah, there. Steady, fuck. I’m about to cum-”

One last flick of the wrist and a sweet peck on the cheek was all Sukuna needed to cum all over your fingers with a final grunt of your name. His release was warm, ropes of it shooting up to his abs. The urge to pop your fingers into your mouth grew, but the water washed it away. Neither of you spoke for a minute, trying to gather your wits about the change in dynamic between you. The steam continued to swirl around you both, providing a more intimate cocoon for you to relax in.

“Let me wash you up, yeah? Can’t be going home half-cleaned,” Sukuna murmured after pulling back from your face, trying as gently as he could to wipe the sodden strands of hair off of your face. He’s made a mess of you, but you were a gorgeous mess. One he’d happily devour a million times over. 

“Ah, well. That’s your fault, no? I suppose you should be the one taking responsibility,” you laughed weakly, mild exhaustion setting in. The orgasm combined with the heat of the shower was getting unbearable, and you wanted to leave. Sukuna picked up on this, making quick work of cleaning you both up. 

“Is that so, hm? Let me take you out then. Properly,” he said, followed by a nip at your ear. Large hands rubbed at your skin, thumbing at the curve of your waist. A swat of your hand landed on his chest, but Sukuna didn’t pull away. Oh, he was deathly serious. 

“...Yes, please.”

divider creds - @cursed-carmine

[satorusweetheart]

munch gojo <3

hovering over the bridge of his nose, you can feel his breath against your pussy. his hands work endlessly to grope the fat of your ass, spreading your lips apart in the process.

“i told you to sit on it— not fuckin float over” he grunts, pulling you down onto his pretty face.

his tongue pokes into your little cunt, stretching around his thick muscle as it traces your velvet walls. he guides your hips, letting you hump his mouth. it’s so much; so intense, your eyes roll back as he makes out with your warm pussy.

“fuck yeah,” he groans against your lips, lapping up your arousal. “i’m so fuckin hard.”

you can year him shuffling, his hands loosening their hold on you and as you turn your head, you see his cock springing free. his tip is already so sloppy, coated in more pre cum then you’ve seen in the past. he jerks himself off with a firey passion, moaning into your body, sending the vibrations up your spine.

“cum on my face, baby,” he begs, voice sounding oh-so whiny. his deserpation only causes you to grind faster, chasing your orgasm as the heat between your legs spreads throughout your body.

his tongue. his hand around his cock. his nose hitting against your clit is enough to drive you over the edge and while you squeal out, he only shoves his face deeper. he eats away at your cunt like a child eager to lick their plate clean.

[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.

[lostalioth]

𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡

→ premise: logan was obsessed, he was from the moment he met you. he didn’t get crushes, but you’ve turned the big bad wolverine into a depraved puppy and he’s had enough.

→ pairing: logan howlett x fem!reader

→ warnings: 2k words, smut | 18+, obsession [not dark, just like a big crush, idk how to actually write obsession well], belly bulge, unprotected sex, nicknames [baby, princess, pretty girl], creampie, I visualized like x1-3 logan when writing but you can imagine whichever logan era.

→ a/n: kinktober 09

Logan was utterly obsessed, entranced by your entire being. If he didn’t already know what your mutation was, he'd swear you were a witch that cast a love spell on him so he goes starry eyed and dulcet when you walk in a room. He wasn't the kind of man to get crushes, he did one night stands to satiate his needs and yet now he can't bring himself to want anybody but you.

You and your pretty eyes that sparkle when you look at him and flutter your eyelashes to get what you want. You and your tendency to brush against him or run your hand down his arm when you walk around him making his brain go fuzzy and getting him all flustered. The whole team could see how smitten and enthralled he was with you, mocking him and calling him a love sick puppy especially when you go away on mission and he mopes around the mansion. He’s had enough of the little flirting back and forth and nothing coming of it, he was desperate for you and his crush was only getting stronger as the months went on.

You had just gotten back from a short mission with Storm and Jean when before you could even say hi to everybody Logan is grabbing your hand and pulling you away down the hall. “eh- hey! Lo slow down” you squeal out as he drags you along behind him, heart racing at the feeling of his fingers intertwined with your own. The nickname you've resorted to calling him as the two of you have gotten closer makes his ears ring. He loved when you called him Lo you were the only one allowed to, anybody else who tired got glared at.

“Need to talk to ya’ now, right now” he grumbled out, his signature, you swore permanent grumpy scowl plastered on his face. He continues to tug you down the long hall towards your bedroom. Your eyebrows knit together in confusion at where he's taking you. Pushing open your door, he turns around and yanks you inside. Shutting the door, his body now facing you. His grip on your hand is still tight, he didnt wanna let go especially not when you haven't said anything about the fact he’s practically holding your hand.

“What is it? Is everything okay Lo?” You question in that sweet concerned voice you give him when he tells you he didn't sleep well because of another nightmare. “Do you want me?” He blurts out so fast the words practically blend together. You think you hear his question and it makes your head spin in more confusion but you needed him to repeat it. “What’d you say” you question as your gaze stays fixed on Logan, his own glued to your face watching for reactions. Taking a deep breath to calm his nerves he starts again “Do you want me?” He questions in a slower softer tone.

Now your head really was spinning and slick settled in your core at his wording, he wasn't asking if you liked him, no he was asking if you WANTED him. your eyes that were on him are now darting around the room like it's the most fascinating thing. Through the fogginess of your brain all you can manage to eat out is a “What..?”

Pushing forward Logan backs your body up against your shut bedroom door, his frame looming over you and blocking you in. The hand that is not entangled with yours comes up to your chin to grab it and make you look at him. “Do. You. Want. Me? I'm not repeatin’ myself again pretty girl” he growls out, punching out each word of his question. He was losing his patience especially after the sweet scent of your arousal fills his nostrils and makes his cock twitch. “Cause i want you princess, have wanted you for fuckin’ months. And it's killing me, you’re killin’ me pretty girl” he groans out in frustration.

“Do you even know what you do to me? What my crush on you is doin’ to me princess? All our flirting and lingering looks, everybody always mocking me for how I act round you” he continues to ramble on, pulling your face closer to his as he waits on an answer to at least one of his questions.

“Yes..i want you Lo” you mumble out breathlessly and low. A big lopsided smirk spreads on Logan’s face as your words register in his head. “What was that baby?” He teases, needing you to repeat it just so he can hear it again.

“I want you Logan, really fucking bad” you whine out as your core aches for attention, your hips gravitate towards his to push against him. “Shit- fuck it” he groans out and grabs ahold of your waist and crashes his lips agaisnt yours, he knew the two of you should’ve gone back to the team. You needed to give Charles a debrief of the mission but Logan could care less at the moment. You kiss him with the same amount of passion and fever as your arms wrap around his neck pressing your chest to his. You hum and moan into the kiss sending vibrations through Logan’s body and straight to his confined cock that was begging to be released. “Jump and wrap ya’ legs around me baby” he instructed, his words mumbled against your lips but clear enough for you to understand. Jumping up a bit, Logan catches you by grabbing onto your ass as your legs wrapped around his waist. “Atta girl princess” you smile against his lips at the praise while he walks the two of you over to your plush bed.

Laying you down on your back, he keeps his body between your spread thighs as his mouth pulls away from yours and drifts down to kiss at your neck. His hard cock pressed right up against your leaking cunt in this position, his large hands rubbing and groping all over your body. Running over your hips and waist, palming over your tits and grabbing at your ass, anywhere his hands can reach, indulging in the fact you're allowing him to touch you like this. “Mhmm Lo, baby please i need you” you whine out and buck your hips against his, grinding your core against his bulge. “Yeah? Whatcha need baby? Huh princess? Use your words” he doesnt pull away from your neck, continuously kissing it and along your collarbones and chest as you were wearing a low cut top, even sucking and biting at your skin to form hickeys.

”Need you, need you to fuck me Lo please” you whimper out and tug at the wasit band of his jeans as well as push up at his white tank top. “Yeah i can do that baby fuck” he grunts out and sucks in a breath, a shiver going down his back when you strach at his lower stomach and happy trail. The feeling of your hands on his bare skin makes his body tingle and skin feel on fire.

His movements are frantic as he is quick to strip off his shirt and yours. Pulling your pants down and off your legs alongside your panties, leaving your bare pussy exposed to the cool air. “Oh fuck~ shes so pretty” he mumbled out under his breath seemingly to himself, you werent sure if it was aimed at your cunt or you. in his haste he just barely pushes his jeans and boxers down enough to free his cock. His throbbing cock springs free, making you gasp at his size, he didn't feel nearly as big when it was hidden as he looks now. His cock long and so deliciously thick that it has your mouth watering wanting a taste. You knew your jaw would burn to accommodate his size; you couldn't imagine your cunt fitting him. “Lo i don't know if it’ll fit” you whine out, looking into his lust blown eyes with concern.

“Pretty girl if you’re as wet as ya’ smell i’ll slip right in” he chuckles softly, grabbing himself at the base and nudging his mushroom tip to open your slit and rub it through your soaked folds. Your slick collects and mixes with the precum leaking from his cock lubing up his shaft and tip. Your hole clenches around nothing everytime he brushes over it making your hips twitch and thrust up trying to get him to push inside already.

“Mmm Lo..please just fuck me already” you whine out and squirm. His brows furrowed in concentration, gaze locked on where your bodies meet, trying his hardest not to already blow his load as he lines his tip up at your entrance. Just rubbing over your pussy with his cock was causing his balls to tighten, your pussy felt heavenly and addicting. This moment was 10 times better than any of the hundreds of wet dreams he had late at night where he’d wake up with a wet spot forming in his sweats.

He lets out a broken gasp that morphs into a string of curses when he finally slowly pushes into the wet heat of your cunt. “Oh fuck~ shes already squeezin’ me so tight baby” he grunts as he finally bottoms out buried to the hilt, his hips wasting no time in finding a rymth and thrusting deep inside you. the sting of your pussy stretching to take his cock makes your head go hazy, eyes screwing shut in bliss.

You clench around him and Logan cant stop himself from thrusting harder and faster, a slurred pussy-drunk mess of sentences fall from his mouth.

“Fuck youre so hot princess, s’good for me” “Cant believe ya’ letting me do this to you, fuckin’ you like this” “Dreamt’ bout’ this for so long, been fuckin’ obsessed with ya’ for forever” he whines out in a long run on setenace as his hips slam against yours, the filthy squelching sound of your cunt and your moans and whimpers fill the air in your room. You didn't care that you were being loud enough that anyone who walked past your door would definitely hear you and know what was going on. the knowledge of that seemed to be spurring both you and Logan on more.

His eyes are locked at where your bodies are connected, his cock creating a bulge in your lower stomach every time he thrusts all the way in. “Fuck baby, look at that, my cock s’big its making a bulge when im buried inside” he groans out and presses down on your lower stomach making your cunt clench down harder on him, your body trying to milk his release out of him. Tipping your head down you open your eyes to watch as his cock thrusts in and out of your throbbing pussy, his tip driving right into that spot deep inside you making you see stars. That spongy spot that your toys could never reach just right when Logan would get you all worked up with his flirting, not like his cock currently is.

“M’gonna cum Lo- baby, Fuck- mhm~ wanna cum with you please” you moan out, your sentence coming out broken up as your climax was teetering on the edge. “Im gonna cum too baby don’t worry pretty girl” he hissed out as his fingers dig into your hips, his own flattering in there thrusting as his cock twitches inside you. “Cum on my cock princess, gonna fill this pretty up makin’ it all mine-” you cut off his sentence by grabbing ahold of the back of his neck, pulling his face down to kiss him desperately.

“Already all yours Lo, i been yours the whole time” you whine against his lips as your high washes over you, cumming on his cock as his thrusts speed up one last time.

Your cream coating his cock acts to further lube up his thick cock as it jackhammers into you, before your cunt milks Logan’s cum out of him in thick ropes that fill you. “Ya’ 100 percent all mine now baby” he hums into your mouth, lazily kissing you while he catches his breath, your hips grinding on his cock as you both ride out your highs.

→ a/n: fully meant to post this yesterday but i barely had anything written for it then and couldnt bring myself to write more. Im doing better than I’ve done the past 3 years with kinktober tho, gotten further than any other times.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

➤𝐅𝐮𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚

You weren't quite sure how you ended up in this situation. One moment Wade and Logan were stabbing each other in that damn Honda the next thing you knew Logan was pounding into from behind. His hand's clutching your hips tight as Wade thrusted up into your pussy.

Your hands on Wade's chest, mask pulled up so only his lips were shown. "Such a naughty little girl you are with such a sweet little pussy."

Gritting his teeth, Logan tries to not think about Wade fucking you too. He wanted to be the one to get you to hit your orgasm not that little fucker. Pulling his cock out, he then slammed back in causing your body to shift forward. "Shut the fuck up."

Scoffing, Wade let his hand grab your breast as his thumb circle your nipple. "I know what you're trying to do wolfie boy and it's not gonna work! I'm gonna make her cum first."

Resting your head on Wade's chest you could feel your heart slamming in your chest as both men continued to fight with each other, as they continued to fuck you and you knew neither men would let up until one of them would admit defeat.

It was going to be a long night

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

Slipping the JJK men a “special” chocolate at a party

Tags: JJK men x fem!Reader, smau, nsfw, mdni, dirty talking, mention of aphrodisiac chocolates, reader kinda micro dosed them ngl.

Synopsis: The JJK men and reader are at a party. You slip them a “special” chocolate secretly and begin to ignore them to talk to your friends. They become a little… frustrated (sexually).

An: this is based off of a request from @theuniversesnepobaby i can’t respond to the request because my tumblr is so DUMB but anyways! here you go bby <3 i’ll do a part two with more characters! I’m thinking Sukuna, Toji, Shiu Kong, Kusakabe? lmk

Incl - Satoru, Suguru, Nanami, Higuruma, Choso

[n1ght0f-nyx]

giving him a fast and rough handjob that lasts what feels like several hours, he lays on the bed, his thighs squirming and clenching as you bully his sticky cock, he has cum a bazillion times, cum pooling at his thighs and stomach "oh god.. please mommy..i need more...d-d-dont stop!!" he begs and pleads, and you cant help but grin "don't worry babyboy...i wasn't planning on it~"

[slut4megantheestallion]

•｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅Threesome w/ ElliVi

Pairings: Ellivi x fem! reader

Warnings ⚠️: Mdni, Smut, Dom!ellie, Dom!vi, threesome, polyamorous relationship, fingering, strap-on sex, overstimulation, dumbification, sex toys, pussy slaps, slight degradation, heavy praise, aftercare, soft!Ellivi dynamic at the end.

The room is dimly lit, the low hum of the city outside barely reaching the thick walls of your apartment. You're sprawled across the mattress, legs trembling as Ellie grips your thighs, her calloused fingers digging into your skin.

"Look at you," she muses, her voice thick with amusement, running her two fingers teasingly through your soaked folds. "Already so needy, huh?"

Before you can even stammer out a response, Vi chuckles from behind, her rough hands ghosting up your torso before grabbing your chin, tilting your head back so her lips hover just near your ear.

"She loves being our dumb little thing," Vi murmurs, voice smooth yet edged with something dangerous, something possessive. "Don't you, babe?"

A whimper is all you manage before Ellie delivers a sharp slap to your clit, making you jolt. Your body betrays you, pushing further into her touch even as the sting lingers.

"Use your words," Ellie demands, her other hand tightening around your thigh. Vi presses a soft kiss to your jaw before adding, "Or we'll have to make you beg for it."

Your head spins, caught between them, bodies warm, eyes dark with hunger.

Ellie’s fingers stay at your entrance, teasing, barely dipping inside before pulling back out, making you squirm. "She's already making such a mess," Ellie mutters, dragging her fingers through your slick before pressing them against your clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles.

Vi smirks, still holding your jaw. "She's always does. She's our good little thing, aren't you?" Her voice is deep, taunting, sending a shiver down your spine.

You nod quickly, panting, but Ellie’s grip on your thigh tightens. "Nah, none of that nodding shit," she corrects, pressing a little harder against your clit before giving it another sharp slap, making you whimper. "Tell us."

Your voice comes out shaky. "Y-Yeah, I'm your good girl."

Vi grins, satisfied, and kisses down your jaw, down your neck, nipping at your skin. "That's right."

Ellie pulls away, reaching to the side for something, and when you hear the familiar sound of a cap being popped open, your body tenses in anticipation. "Relax, babe," Ellie coos, coating her fingers in lube before bringing them back to your dripping cunt. "We're gonna take care of you."

Vi shifts beside you, her strong arms wrapping around your waist as she leans back against the headboard, pulling you onto her lap. The feeling of her bare skin against yours makes you whine, especially when her toned thighs press against yours, spreading you open. "Hold her still, Vi." Ellie instructs, and Vi doesn't hesitate, keeping a firm grip on your waist,leaving you completely exposed.

Ellie wastes no time, pushing two fingers inside with ease, the stretch making you gasp. She curls them immediately, brushing against that perfect spot that has your body arching against Vi. She chuckles, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. "Yeah? Feels good, huh?"

You can't even respond before Ellie adds a third finger, thrusting them at a steady rhythm, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room. Your hips buck, but Vi holds you down easily, strong arms keeping you in place. "So desperate," Ellie teases, pressing her thumb against your clit, applying just enough pressure to make your breath hitch. "What do you think, Vi? Think she can take more?"

Vi hums, dragging her fingers down your stomach before spreading your folds apart even more, watching Ellie’s fingers disappear into you. "She can take more," Vi confirms, her voice thick with lust. "But she's already getting dumb on just your fingers, babe."

Ellie grins, slowing her movements, pulling her fingers out almost entirely before slamming them back in, making you cry out. "Aw, are we already fucking you stupid?"

Your head falls back against Vi's shoulder, your body trembling, only able to whimper. Vi tuts, her fingers coming up to your chin, tilting your face towards hers. "C"mon, sweetheart," she murmurs, pressing a slow, teasing kiss against your lips. "You can give us a real answer, can't you?"

Ellie picks up the pace, fucking you open with her fingers, the wetness dripping down onto Vi's thigh. "Answer her, baby," Ellie taunts, adding another sharp slap to your clit that sends a jolt through your entire body.

Your voice is weak, barely coherent. "Y-Yeah- feels so good"

Vi chuckles, pressing another kiss to your lips before muttering, "That's our girl."

Ellie fingers suddenly disappear, leaving you empty, making you whine. "Don't pout." Ellie coos mockingly, reaching for something else. When you hear the distinct sound of a vibrator clicking on, your breath catches.

Vi grins against your skin, her hands keeping you spread open. "Oh, you're in for it now, baby."

Ellie presses the toy against your already overstimulated clit, and the moment the vibrations hit, your whole body jerks. "Oh, look at her," Ellie taunts, rubbing slow, deliberate circles. "She's shaking."

Vi tightens her grip as you struggle against the overwhelming sensation, pressing her lips to your ear. "Be good for us, sweetheart. We're just getting started."

Your legs are trembling, body struggling to keep up with the relentless pleasure Ellie and Vi are giving you. The vibrator stays pressed against your clit, Ellie watching you with a smirk as your hips twitch involuntarily.

"Poor thing," Ellie taunts, eyes flicking up to your dazed expression. "Already so fucked out."

Vi hums in agreement, kissing the side of your neck. "And we haven't even gotten to the best part yet."

The best part.

Your whimper is swallowed by Vi's mouth as she pulls you into a deep kiss, her teeth nipping at your lower lip before soothing it with her tongue. Ellie, on the other hand, is focused - watching every little movement, every shudder, every sharp inhale as she turns up the intensity of the toy.

Your body jolts. "Ellie! I-"

"Shhh, baby," Ellie coos mockingly. "You can take it."

Vi grips your chin, forcing you to look at her. "Yeah, you can, sweetheart. You're our good little thing, remember?"

Ellie suddenly pulls the vibrator away, leaving you gasping at the loss, and moves back, reaching for something. You barely have a second to register what it is before you hear the low hum of another toy - a strap, the silicone glistening as Ellie coats it in lube.

"Think she's ready, Vi?" Ellie asks, stroking the toy slowly.

Vi smirks, shifting beneath you. "I think we should stretch her a little more. Make sure she can really take both of us."

Your breath hitches. Both?

Ellie’s grin turns wicked as she guides the tip of the strap against your soaked entrance, teasing, just barely pressing in before pulling back. "Oh, you like the sound of that, huh?"

Your hips try to chase the toy, desperate, but Vi tightens her grip. "Ah, ah," she scolds, pressing a hand to your stomach to keep you still. "Be patient, sweetheart."

Ellie pushes in slowly, watching with dark eyes as the strap disappears inch by inch. The stretch makes you moan, head falling back against Vi's shoulder as your body adjusts.

Vi presses soft kisses to your jaw. "That's it, baby. Take it."

Ellie bottoms out with a low groan, her hands gripping your hips. "Fuck, you're squeezing me so good." She pulls out almost entirely before snapping her hips forward, setting a slow, deep rhythm that has your breath hitching.

Vi chuckles, her hand trailing down your stomach, fingers finding your clit. "Look at you," she murmurs. "Taking Ellie so well."

The combination of Ellie deep thrusts and Vi's teasing fingers has your mind spiraling, pleasure overwhelming every inch of your body. You can barely form a coherent thought, words slurred as you whimper and moan for them.

Ellie leans in, her voice husky. "Bet you can't wait for Vi to stuff you full too, huh?"

Vi presses a kiss behind your ear. "We're gonna ruin you, sweetheart."

And the night is so far from over.

Ellie doesn't let up, her hips snapping forward with precise, deliberate thrusts, each one forcing a choked moan from your lips. The stretch is intoxicating, the way her strap drags against your walls, making your whole body shudder. Vi's fingers don't stop either- two of them rubbing slow, teasing circles over your swollen clit, keeping you right on the edge but not letting you fall over.

"Shit," Ellie groans, watching the way your body reacts to her. "She's so fuckin' tight."

Vi hums, pressing her lips to the side of your neck, sucking at the sensitive skin. "She always is," she murmurs, her free hand coming up to cup your throat - not squeezing, just holding you there, making you feel completely at their mercy. "Our dumb little baby can barely handle it, huh?"

Your head feels light, every nerve ending burning with pleasure. "I- Ellie- Vi, Please-"

Ellie grins, snapping her hips harder. "Please what, baby?"

Vi chuckles, her grip on your throat tightening just enough to make your breath hitch. "Gotta be specific, sweetheart. What do you need?"

The words are struck in your throat, too lost in the overwhelming sensation of Ellie pounding into you and Vi's fingers torturing your clit. Your body is trembling, overstimulated, but desperate for more, your mind going blank as the pleasure builds higher and higher.

Ellie slows her thrusts, pulling out almost completely before dragging the tip of the strap through your soaked folds, teasing. "C'mon," she coaxes, pressing the tip back in just enough to make you whimper. "Use your words."

Vi's grip on your throat tightens again, just for a moment, before she releases you entirely. "She's getting too dumb to think straight," she teases, voice thick with amusement. "Already gone, huh, baby?"

Ellie smirks. "Guess we'll just have to keep fucking her stupid, then."

Before you can process her words, Ellie slams back in, harder this time, setting a ruthless pace that has you crying out, back arching against Vi. She groans, her hands gripping your waist to hold you still. "Fuck, watching her get wrecked like this is so fucking hot."

Ellie’s breath is heavy, her hands digging into your hips. "You ready for her?" She asks, voice strained with hunger.

Vi smirks against your shoulder. "Oh, I've been ready."

Your body is still shaking when Ellie pulls out completely, leaving you feeling empty, your cunt clenching around nothing. Before you can whine in protest, Vi is shifting beneath you, guiding you to straddle her lap.

Her strap presses against your entrance, slick with arousal, and she doesn't waste any time, hands gripping your hips as she pushes in, stretching you open all over again. Your head falls forward against her shoulder, a broken moan leaving your lips as she bottoms out, filling you up completely.

"Fuck," Vi growls, her grip tightening. "She's gripping me so tight."

Ellie chuckles, moving behind you, her hands running up your sides before gripping your ass, spreading you open. "She's always a greedy little thing."

Before you can even catch your breath, you feel the blunt tip of Ellie’s strap pressing against your entrance again, right alongside Vi's, making your entire body jolt.

"Wait -" Your voice is barely above a gasp, brain short-circuiting at the realization of what they're about to do.

Vi tilts your head up, forcing you to look at her. "You can take it, sweetheart," she murmurs, lips brushing against yours. "You're our good girl, aren't you?"

Ellie presses in slowly, the stretch almost unbearable, your walls struggling to accommodate both of them at once. The burning sensation makes you whimper, but the sheer fullness has your head spinning, pleasure, and pain blurring together.

Vi kisses you deeply, swallowing your moans. "That's it," she breathes, her fingers gripping your hips tighter. "Taking both of us so well."

Ellie groans from behind you, her hands kneading your ass. "Fuck, she's squeezing us so tight."

Once they're both fully inside, they stay still for a moment, letting you adjust. Your body is trembling, every muscle taut, but the overwhelming fullness has you feeling drunk on pleasure, mind hazy, and incoherent.

Ellie moves first, pulling out slightly before snapping her hips forward, forcing a cry from your lips. Vi follows her lead, thrusting up into you, matching Ellie’s movements perfectly, their rhythm synchronized to wreck you completely.

The sensation is overwhelming, your body caught between them, every nerve ending burning with pleasure. Each thrust has you seeing stars, their hands gripping you tightly, keeping you in place as they fuck you mercilessly.

Ellie leans in, her breath hot against your ear. “You’re so fucking ruined, baby.”

Vi chuckles darkly, dragging her nails down your back. “And we’re not done yet.”

They keep going, thrusting in perfect unison, stretching you open, fucking you so deep that your mind goes completely blank. You’re barely aware of your own voice, barely aware of anything except them—except the way they own you, body and mind, claiming you as theirs.

The only thing you know for sure is that you’re not coming out of this night the same.

Your body feels weightless, mind completely blank as the overwhelming pleasure finally peaks. The coil inside you snaps violently, waves of ecstasy crashing over you in relentless succession. Your body tenses, then completely melts between them, a wrecked moan slipping past your lips as your vision blurs.

Ellie and Vi don’t stop, fucking you through your orgasm, dragging out every last pulse of pleasure until your whole body is trembling uncontrollably. Your legs shake, your arms go weak, and all you can do is let them hold you up as they push you past your limit.

“Fuck, that’s it,” Ellie groans from behind you, her hands gripping your waist tightly, anchoring you to her. “So fuckin’ pretty when she cums.”

Vi hums, watching the way your body reacts, how you’re still spasming around them, completely spent. “She’s done, babe,” Vi murmurs, pressing a slow kiss to your shoulder. “We wrecked her.”

Ellie sighs, slowing her thrusts before finally pulling out, leaving you feeling empty but relieved. Vi follows, carefully easing you off her strap before laying you down on the bed. The moment your back hits the mattress, your entire body goes limp, completely spent.

A warm hand brushes over your cheek, grounding you. "Breathe, baby," Ellie murmurs, her voice softer now, all teasing gone. “You good?”

You try to nod, but you’re too exhausted to move. A small, satisfied smile tugs at Vi’s lips. “She’s out of it.”

Ellie chuckles, flopping onto the bed beside you while Vi shifts to the other side, both of them surrounding you. “She took us so well,” Ellie praises, running her fingers through your damp hair. “So fuckin’ good for us.”

Vi hums in agreement, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “You did so good, sweetheart.”

The shift in their dynamic is immediate—where before they were teasing and relentless, now they’re soft, careful, taking care of you in every way possible.

Vi moves first, slipping off the bed to grab a warm, damp cloth. Ellie stays beside you, her calloused fingers tracing soft patterns against your bare skin, grounding you. “You with us, babe?” Ellie murmurs, voice low and soothing.

You manage a small hum of acknowledgment, eyes fluttering open to meet hers. The corner of her lips twitch in a lazy smile. “There she is.”

Vi returns, gently wiping between your legs, cleaning you up with slow, delicate movements. “Tell us if anything feels too sensitive,” she murmurs.

The touch is warm and comforting, and you sigh softly, sinking into the bed. Ellie leans over, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple. “You need water, babe?”

You nod faintly, throat dry, and Vi immediately grabs a water bottle from the nightstand, helping you sit up just enough to take a few small sips. Ellie watches with a soft smirk. “See? We take care of our girl.”

Vi hums, setting the water aside once you’re finished. “That’s ‘cause she’s ours.”

A warmth spreads through your chest at their words, at the way they’re both looking at you—soft, protective, completely wrapped around your finger.

Ellie shifts, tucking herself against your side, draping an arm over your waist while Vi slides in on your other side, pulling the blankets up to cover the three of you. You’re warm, safe, completely surrounded by them.

“You feel okay?” Vi asks, voice quieter now, brushing a few strands of hair from your face.

You nod again, melting into the comfort of their embrace. “Yeah,” you murmur, voice slightly hoarse. “I feel… really good.”

Ellie chuckles, pressing a slow kiss to your bare shoulder. “Good. ‘Cause we’re not lettin’ you go anywhere.”

Vi smirks, nuzzling against the crook of your neck. “Not a chance, sweetheart.”

Their arms tighten around you, pulling you impossibly closer, their warmth seeping into your skin. Your body is sore, completely spent, but the comfort of being between them makes every ache worth it.

Ellie presses one last kiss against your skin, her voice dipping into something fond. “Get some sleep, baby.”

Vi hums in agreement, her voice the last thing you hear before exhaustion fully takes over.

“We got you.”

[alpali]

Atsumu talks big and a lot.

Acts all cocky and prideful. And hell it’s infuriating because he can back up everything he says.

But the moment you’re on your knees in front of him, sucking him so good.

He’s crying.

The pro setter of the Black Jackals, the heart throb, all whiny and crumbling the minute your lips meet the tip of his cock.

“I told ya s-stop teasin’ me.” He huffs.

Most think he’d be the one to dominate you and sometimes he does. But not when he’s in this position. His brain is complete mush and he’s panting like a dog. The moment he even tries to buck his hips you’re pulling off of him.

“Baby please! ‘M sorry, I’ll stop.” He whines desperately. He acts like a toddler throwing a tantrum all because you’re not letting him finish just yet.

“Will you ‘sumu?” He nods his head frantically.

“Promise!” He practically yells.

So you oblige, wrapping your small hand on his thick cock, licking the vein that goes straight to his tip. He draws out a breathy moan that almost sounds like a sigh of relief. His lip is pulled between his teeth, his eyes already welling up with tears.

“Love ya s’much.” He whimpers, his hands gently raking through your hair.

His head is thrown back when you take him in your warm mouth all the way until he hits the back of your throat. Yet right when he’s so close to seeing white, your mouth is gone and your hand is the only thing left.

And he cries.

His chest heaves as the tears fall down his cheeks. He’s babbling nonsense at this point, the only thing spurring through his body is the need to cum.

“Why!” He drawls out, thick fat tears falling as he hiccups. You grin at his reaction, his noises.

“You want it ‘Samu?”

“Yes—yes. I’ll do anythin!” His breathes are erratic, it’s starting to hurt and you could tell by just how red his tip is.

Yet instead of giving in just yet, you deliver a small kitten lick right on his slit. And just like that, thick ropes of cum are shooting out, as he moans and sobs. His abs tightening as he quite literally spasms.

You pout at the fact, you wanted him to last a little longer. Once he finally stops, his body slumps against the couch, utterly breathless and heaving. His eyes are lidded on his tear stricken face.

You, agonizingly slow, clean up the mess he’s made, making sure not to waste a drop. He twitches when your mouth reaches his crotch, trying to move away from you.

“N—No more. ‘S too much.” He sounds so broken, voice so raspy yet squeaky at the same time. You smile at him softly.

“I’m done dummy.”

You lightly slip on his boxers and he’s practically pouncing on you with the little energy he could muster up, his head falling on your lap.

“Yer fuckin crazy.” He huffs, still not fully recovered from his life altering orgasm. You giggle as you wipe the remnants of his tears.

“And you’re a crybaby.”

[nymphoniah]

needy little thing

just thinking about how logan is a munch, and he is absolutely shameless about it. nothing can stop this man from eating you out!

pairing: dom!logan x afab!reader

warnings/tags: NSFW (minors DNI, 18+ only), pussy eating, cunnilingus, oral sex (f!receiving) dom!logan, teasing, orgasm denial, swearing, pet names (princess, his girl), spitting, mark-leaving

the second he comes back home from a mission, a side hustle, or whatever it may be, the first thing he does is make a beeline for your room.

logan doesn’t waste a second, deftly making his way to your bed, finding purchase between your legs. “i need to see that pretty pussy of yours,” he whines, pawing your thighs apart with his calloused hands.

“you just got home logan, take a shower at least,” you chuckle, running your fingers through his hair, tugging slightly at the tufts that peek upwards.

“that can wait darlin', i need to see you now.” he growls, sliding down your skimpy little pair of sleep shorts, which left nothing to the imagination.

his grip on your legs tightens, his fingers molding the plush of your inner thighs as he pulls your panties to the side with his teeth. he lets out an almost primal growl at the sight of your cunt.

your cunt is glistening with your arousal, shining under the pale light of your bedside lamp. "fuck," he whines, his nose hovering over your clit, "didn't even 'hafta do anything, you're already soaking for me"

the scent of your arousal fills logan's senses. he hastily places wet kisses all over your cunt, paying close attention to your clit. he gently sucks on the swollen nub, pulling away with a pop.

"been so needy for you, i missed you-" you lull, cutting yourself off with a moan as he bites your inner thigh, a stark contrast from the pleasure from earlier, but a well needed balance of pain.

he flattens his tongue, licking a stripe from your sopping hole, all the way to your swollen clit. you whine out his name, pulling his face closer to your cunt, the scratchiness of his beard grounding you as it grazes against your skin.

he continues to hungrily lap at your cunt, his tongue working between your folds with ease. he teases your hole, flicking his tongue in, lingering there for a split second, then slips himself out.

"want more..." you beg, lifting your pelvis upward so his nose nudged against your clit. he pulls away swiftly, his warm breath tickling your core, and you whine at the loss of friction.

he spits on your cunt, using it as lubricant as his thumb lazily rubs rough circles against your clit. "such a needy little girl, aren't you?" he hisses, feeling himself hardening from your displeasure.

logan peers down at your cunt, "poor thing can't even handle a bit of teasing?" he says smugly, observing how your hole pulsed around nothing.

before you even got the chance to respond, he pulls at your thighs, his fingernails leaving crescent-shaped marks on your skin. manhandling you, he rests your legs on his broad shoulders, his face now a mere centimeter away from your aching core.

"i can do this for hours, princess" he says cockily, pressing a wet kiss to your clit. "surely she can handle that, yeah?". he adds teasingly, talking to your cunt.

you take in the sight as he dives back in, working hastily at your swollen nub. his face slicked with your arousal, beard glistening as he pulls away from your cunt.

you tilt your head back into the mattress, tugging his head to where it once was. "then give it to me," you murmur, the grip on his hair not nearly as tight as the grip he has on your thighs.

oh, the beard burn from tonight is definitely going to be worth it.

[kurikurikur1]

Never really touched on a kinda disgusting topic (?) but... I hope smone out there likes this kind of stuff 💔

(tw: a touch on hyperemia — a production of a larger volume of semen when orgasming.) (might be inaccurate?)

Ever think of.. hyperspermia on sub!choso?

his cock throbbing so hard in his pants that it was painful—one good look at you and it got him so flustered that it made him rock hard, a harsh pink dusting his cheeks.

He blushed furiously, rushing straight to the bathroom to try and help himself bring it down.

Oh, and his cock was throbbing throbbing, his reddened angry tip already squirting out pre-cúm—which literally looked like he had already cummed. He squeezes the base—whimpering from the sensation as he imagined his cock opening up your tight entrance. Choso throws his head back, one touch to his cock and he's already so sensitive—a string of whimpers and slightly high-pitched moans echo out his mouth.

He strokes his cock at a hurried pace, trying to rush it before anyone notices how long he's taking in the bathroom. He winces—squeezing the base once more imagining that it's your pink fleshy cunt clenching around him, he groans.

Before he knew it—he couldn't control his hand, stroking at a fast speed—you can hear wet squelching from the precum coming out of the tip.

He cums—a loud moan he couldn't contain spills out of his mouth, his mouth open as he tried breathing normally, he looks down. Choso's eyes widened as his cock spurted out loads of cum, somehow still going as he whimpers softly—his eyes wondering if he had cummed inside you. How it'd fill up your womb. His cum sloshing inside of you.

Before choso could come to his senses, to clean up the abundance of his own cum about to soak on his pants and shirt—he hears a knock and a familiar voice. His eyes widened.

"hey! Choso, you okay in there? You've taken a long while, I heard you scream slightly.." You talk loud enough for him to hear from the other side of the door.

He's fucking screwed.

Hello! You might be waiting a while for the event thingy I have for Sukuna and Gojo! Please wait a bit, I'm working on it as I've taken a huge break :) I'll try and post a bit more often! Also, I'll probably change my theme as well..

oh! Edit: I didn't expect this to reach numbers this high...so If ever we get 1k notes I'll do a part 2💔