#skye writes ᝰ.ᐟ

[sukudoll]

wc ;; ~1.8k | note ;; first post on the new acc, not proof read | warnings/tags: kinda ooc, porn with some (?) plot, spit kink, rough sex, very mild dub con (nanami is rather forceful but reader is okay with it), public teasing, degrading, etc.

kento is a patient man⁠—there's no doubting that. he'll wait on you for hours while in the clothing shops you like, all filled with pretty, frilly things that catch your eye. he has no issue with it either. in fact, it wasn't even boring for him either because he gets to watch your eyes light up at every cute thing you find. his patience didn't wear in really any aspect of his life. even when you'd tease him in bed, the patience didn't wear.

"do you want my panties off?" you'd ask. he'd swallow subtly and nod, eyes shifting from yours down to your fingers teasing the stretchy band of your panties. "hmm..." you'd hum, trying to keep the subtle smirk off your face, "i think you should ask nicely, ken." your eyes practically screamed "fuck me".

he'd chuckle lowly and say, "tsk, tsk, tsk. my little wife is a tease, is she?" the smirk couldn't keep itself off your face for long because of his words. you'd slide your fingers under your panties just a little more, teasing him a bit. "please, will you take off your panties, my love?" he'd ask, patient as ever. and, of course, you'd give in.

but tonight was different. you'd been teasing him literally all day. a dinner with gojo and his wife was anticipated to go smoothly, he thought the night before. but before dinner even came around, you'd been a little tease. the only issue is that he wanted to keep his life-long streak of never being late to things, even if gojo was destined to be late per usual.

"ken, baby?" you'd called, coming into the living room as you were trying to get ready quick. he turned to look at you only to witness a sight that had him secretly trying to get his boner down for ten minutes after you retreated to the bedroom. only clad in a tank top, a pair of panties, and a pair of plain socks while having your head tilted slightly as you put in an earring.

"i⁠—yes, my love?" he said, trying to ignore the feeling of his pants sudden tightness. "have you seen the new pair of heels i got? they aren't in the closet," you explained. it had been on purpose that you were showing off so much skin, and he knew it, but he ultimately decided to not play into it right then. "er... no. maybe check in top of the closet, if you haven't already." you let out a soft hum and nodded, turning around, and smiling to yourself as you walk back to the bedroom.

the night went on like this; you teasing constantly and him not being able to do anything about it for... well, various coincidental reasons. at the restaurant, you and nanami sat next to each other as you read the menu while waiting for gojo and his wife to show up. "ooo. they have vanilla mousse," you commented, eyes fixated on the menu. under the table, you rubbed your heel against his shin, acting completely oblivious. "honey, i love you, but i really don't wanna have a boner in front of-"

"the strongest has ariiiiiived!" gojo's overly-enthusiastic voice cut nanami off, making him sigh. "gojo," he addressed, giving a respectful nod at gojo's wife. "late per usual, hm?" your well-dressed husband said to the white-haired man. gojo sat down on the other side of the table, chuckled, and leaned back in the booth rather casually in spite of the high-class environment, "old habits die hard."

the night went on and your touchiness increased slowly but surely. a hand on his thigh that was was too close to his cock for comfort, you moving it off before he can give you a scolding look, 'unconsciously' biting your lip. by dessert, he was fully tenting his pants, leg bouncing unusually. "could i get the vanilla mousse?" you asked the waiter as they came around, asking about dessert. the waiter enthusiastically smiled and tucked their pen into their apron pocket. "coming right out."

the desserts arrived after a bit. nanami got a slice of cheesecake, you got vanilla mousse, and you couldn't even remember what the other two had gotten. the point of the mousse was more for the spoon, another way you'd practically torture nanami before the night ended.

with a small spoonful of the sugary treat, you slid the spoon into your mouth, tongue sliding over the cool metal as you looked at nanami. his jaw tightened and that's exactly how you knew you were in for it. "ken, is your cake good?" you asked before taking another spoonful into your mouth, repeating the previous action.

"it is," he said, his voice strained, "but i'm gonna get us a to-go box. i've found myself getting tired earlier than expected it seems." quickly saying goodbye to gojo and his consort, you and your husband head out.

the car ride home was nerve-racking, and the air was thick with anticipation. you'd never seen this side of nanami. he was clearly restraining himself; muscles tense, fist clenched, not looking at you. he hadn't said anything the entire ride⁠—even when he opened the door and buckled you in⁠—until the last few minutes.

"your behavior tonight was unacceptable. i'm not a cruel man, but unfortunately this requires a consequence. as soon as you're inside, i want you on the couch, dress off⁠—keep your heels and panties on, ass up. do you understand?"

and that brings us to now.

his hips slap against your ass nastily, dress pants hanging low on his waist. your hair is disheveled and wrapped around his fist. "i cannot believe you. never in my life have you acted so out of order. teased me all day⁠—fuck⁠—and thought you could get away with it? huh? no, no. i know my wife, baby," he said gruffly, grunting between words.

you whine into the fabric of the couch, biting on your knuckle to stifle your moans that you almost choke on. his cock is so girthy and long, heavy balls slapping against your cunt. your back arches so much from the pleasure that your upper body is pressed firmly against the cushion. kento's free hand slaps your ass. hard. your teeth sink further into your knuckle, hole clenching around him like a vice.

"and guess what? you aren't gonna cum either, not for awhile tonight, baby. teasing brats don't get to cum 'til they've learned their lesson," he pants.

feeling your walls beginning to squeeze and throb around him, despite desperately wanting to cum inside your warm cunt, he pulls out before you can finish. looking down at your hole when he pulls out, he sees it clench around nothing. "needy little cunt. turn around, and look at me."

you hesitate and he pulls your hair, forcing you to turn your head and look back. "open your mouth." you do, of course, not hesitating this time. he leans forward and lets a glob of saliva drip into your waiting mouth. "swallow," he says lowly. watching you obey, a small smirk appears on his lips.

"now, you're going to really make up for all the teasing. you understand?" you nod wordlessly, waiting for his command. "turn your whole body. i want your face leveled with my cock, eyes only focused on it." the only reason this was particularly an issue is because kento's cock is so fucking big. you barely sucked him off because it was always too hard to fit more than a fourth of his length in your tight, warm mouth.

"'nami..." you whine.

"hush."

you turn your body so you're facing his cock, legs tucked under you while you're on the couch still. his thick, meaty length is right in front of your face, no more than an inch from the tip of your nose. the blonde, neatly trimmed hair on his cock trailed up to his bellybutton, something you found incredibly hot. you could smell yourself on his cock still, making you blush a bit. "yer gonna take it this time. you teased all day, so my cock is gonna be buried down that throat. we'll train it to take the whole thing, isn't that right, baby?"

you nodded nervously and swallowed.

"words. you have 'em, use 'em."

keeping your eyes locked on his thick shaft, you said, "y-yes, sir. i'm gonna take it."

he hums in response, taping your cheek with his hand as a signal to open up. opening up obediently, nanami wastes no time guiding his cock into your mouth, sliding past your lips without letting you warm up. your cheeks bulge, eyes immediately watering as he guides as much as you usually take into your throat. a low grown escapes his lips and he mutters a quiet, "jesus, fuck."

after letting his cock sit in your throat for just a minute, his eyes admiring your teary-eyed gaze. his eyebrows furrow as he starts thrusting, letting out a heavy breath. your throat tightens instinctively around his cock and suddenly his control snaps.

he can't help it at this point, he's fucking your throat with unleashed fervor. the saliva dripping from your mouth sticks to his cock and creates strings of spit every time he pulls back. "f-fuck, my pretty little wife reduced to nothing but a cockdrunk slut, hm." you adjust your leg so that the ball of your foot is pressed right against your pussy, allowing you to get some friction and some sort of pleasure.

you hum around his cock, but it comes out like a whine. his hand moves to your hair, pulling on it harder than he means. it doesn't take long for him to start forcing his entire length down your throat, toned hips meeting your nose. tears streamed down your face from your gag reflex, but it only turned him on more.

"gonna cum down yer throat, 'n' yer gonna swallow."

his heavy, full balls slap against your chin, his teeth gritting as he feels them draw up. "c-christ," he grunts, abs tensing. his orgasm comes as your throat suddenly tightens unexpectedly, sending him straight into orgasm. he holds your head against his pelvis, face smushed. hot, thick spurts of cum fill your mouth, and there's so much of it that it starts spilling out your mouth. he thrusts gently a few more times until you pat his thigh urgently, telling him to pull out. Nanami wanted to punish you of course, but not truly hurt you. he slowly pulled his cock out of your mouth, watching as you coughed up some of the seed he'd just left in your throat.

"are you alright?" he asks.

you nod, looking up at him with saliva and his seed smeared around your mouth, effectively marking you.

"good, cause we aren't done."

[sukudoll]

wc ;; ? | notes ;; not proof read, i wrote this in like ten minutes so i wouldn’t forget lol | warnings/tags: pussy eating, overstimulation, tongue fucking, squirting, etc.

nanami really is a beautiful man.

you obviously know this, it’s not an uncommon opinion to have. but, with you being his wife, you notice it more than others probably do.

you notice how beautiful he is when he reads.

when he cooks.

when he goes down on you.

especially when he goes down on you.

“k-ken,” you whine, back arched, body in a mating press while he holds your nimble ankles down, forcing you to stay put. “ohmygodd-“

he presses his long, slick tongue against your sweet bud before sliding back down to stick his tongue into your sopping hole, fucking you with with his tongue. one hand in his hair, the other grasping the sheets. “ken, b-baby, ‘m too sensitive! i can’t t-take more!”

the words fall upon deaf ears though. your gummy walls tighten around the pink muscle inside of you, signaling your impending climax. he doesn’t yield though. he takes a hand off one of your ankles and uses the thumb to rub your swollen bud. your sweetness covered his mouth, making everything slick and slippery.

you throbbed around his tongue and he was rock hard, his thick, heavy cock rutting against the mattress just enough to give him some friction. you barely ever squirted, but when you did, it was a lot. this time was one of times. sweet, wet release flooded the sheets beneath you, got his face all wet too. he didnt stop until you were practically crying for him to yield his ministrations, fingers pulling his hair slightly, thighs shaking almost violently.

he pulled away just enough to lift his head and look at you. blonde hair matted to his forehead, completely strayed from it’s usual put-together look, his eyes were glossy with desire, and his lips were swollen and wet.

he looked like an absolute dream.

“was that good, sweetheart? i made you squirt this time, so i’d take that as a good sign. i hope it wasn’t too much,” he said, his voice softened.

your thighs were still shaky, and all you could do was nod and admire his sculpted face, so glad that he was yours.

[sukudoll]

wc ;; ? | note ;; i wrote this in like ten minutes so i would have something to post lol | warnings/tags ;; oral fixation, biting, not much else tbh

sukuna has a not-so-secret oral fixation.

he knows it. but he figures you don't. but, being his oh-so-observant wife, you know it. in fact, even if you weren't observant, you'd know. you'll walk in, seeing him chew on the hair tie he⁠—for whatever reason⁠—keeps around his wrist. this fixation has passed on from just chewing on inanimate objects to literally biting and sucking you⁠ any time he feels like it.

sukuna is rarely ever soft, but when he is, he's like mush. and, of course, it's currently one of those times. he's pressing absent-minded smooches to your arms as you watch tv, not paying him much mind. his little wet kisses turn into nibbles, which alerts you a little but, again, doesn't really make you pay it any mind.

sukuna knows his teeth are sharp, so subconsciously he's trying to be gentle. but eventually, it gets a little out of hand. he's turned to digging his teeth into the soft skin of your shoulder, making you yelp in surprise. "sukuna, that hurt!"

he immediately pulls back, releasing your arm. "sorry, sorry. got carried away."

"clearly." you huff, crossing your arms.

"i think this calls for kisses. y'know, to make up for it," you suggest.

"yeah, won't bite you this time, swear," he says with a almost boyish grin.

"better not, or i'll have to bite you back."