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⚠࣪ Ë WHAT THEYâRE OBSESSED WITH ⚠࣪ Ë
a/n: ass, thigh or tits - what are the jjk men obsessed with? (â â ęâ á´â ęâ )
Nanami Kento â Tits
He worships them like theyâre divine. Mouth slow and reverent, tongue tracing lazy circles before sucking hard enough to make you gasp. He cups them while fucking you from behind, groaning every time they bounce with his thrusts. âPerfect,â he murmurs, almost to himself, like they were made just for him to hold.
Gojo Satoru â Ass
Heâs shameless about it. Smacks, grabs, bitesâheâs obsessed. Will absolutely rest his hand on your ass in public, pretend itâs casual. âHow do you expect me to behave when this is right here?â he teases, grinding against you like heâs trying to make a point. Spoiler: he is.
Geto Suguru âThighs
He loves dragging his fingers up the inside of your thighs, slow and teasing, just to hear you beg. Will bury his face there like itâs the only place he wants to exist. âSuch soft thighs⌠spread them for me again, sweetheart.â Youâll never win against that deep, coaxing voice and that wicked smirk.
Toji Fushiguro â Tits
This man is feral about them. Heâll bury his face between them, grip one in each hand like heâs claiming territory. âFuckinâ perfect,â he grunts, tongue flicking over your nipple before biting down just enough to make you arch. Doesnât care if youâre in bed or up against a wallâheâs getting his mouth on them.
Hiromi Higuruma â Thighs
Heâs quiet about it, but the way his gaze lingers when you wear a short skirt says it all. Loves pulling you into his lap and running his hands along your thighs while pretending to still focus on the case files. âDonât tempt me,â he warnsâand then gives in anyway, lips pressing hot kisses all the way up.
Shiu Kong â Ass
Heâs a menace. Will pretend heâs âhelping you upâ just to sneak a squeeze. Loves bending you over anythingâdesk, car hood, you name itâso he can watch your ass bounce with every thrust. âLook at that,â he groans, palm smacking down again. âYouâre made for this.â
Sukuna Ryomen â Ass
Heâs absolutely obsessed. Doesnât just grabâhe owns. Forces you to ride him so he can grip your hips and watch your ass slap against his thighs. âThatâs it, pet,â he growls. âMove like youâre mine.â And if you ever talk back? A sharp slap and a rougher thrust, until all you can do is cry his name.
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"choso, did you just... cum?" â
you don't mean to sound accusatory but you're so caught off-guard that you can't help but ask. your not-yet boyfriend is sat beneath you with his eyes screwed shut and bottom lip still caught between his teeth.
he shakes his head no in such a quick manner that one of his hairties come loose. a rosy pink blushes his nose and cheeks and you canât quite tell if itâs from embarrassment or the fact that he literally just came in his pants from kissing you.
you werenât even grinding on him. sure, you were sat in his lap and were more than aware of the hardening bulge beneath youâbut youâre so early in this relationship that youâre not even sure you can call him your boyfriend just yet, so you obviously werenât going to address his boner regardless of how badly you wanted to feel his dick pulse against you.
okay so maybe you were grinding on him a little. chasing just enough friction to remind yourself of all the good things in life, like choso and his abnormally large cock that you hope to one day soon feel so deep it's practically in your stomach.
"i didn't," he lies poorly. "i just... sneezed."
"you didn't sneeze."
"i did, it was a silent one."
"like a silent fart?"
"no! god, just... i need a minute, okay? to clean up."
you sit down a little more firmly against choso's cock, which is still so rock hard that you almost wonder if he didn't actually cum in his pants. you know an orgasm when you see it, though, and the way choso basically moaned like a whore once he got a taste of your lips left nothing to the imagination. he came alright.
"you need to clean up your silent sneeze?" you tease him, pressing another kiss to the corner of his lips. "are you lying to me, cho?"
"will you break up with me if i say yes? i'm embarrassed." god he looks gorgeous with this hazy post-orgasm gloss to his eyes. his lips look swollen from your kisses, and you decide you want to keep him like this until he's old and grey and too fucked dumb to ever move.
"can we even break up? are we dating?" you ask, and drag your clothed cunt along the length of his sensitive cock for good measure. "you never asked to be my boyfriend."
choso looks offended. "but- but you just..."
"what, made you cum with a kiss? i've about earned the right to call you my boyfriend, right?"
he nods frantically and, without meaning to, bucks his hips up to meet yours a little better. you can feel all of him now, rock hard against your most sensitive spots even with a few layers of fabric between you. you wonder if lust-induced hypnosis is real and whether or not you're a victim of his wiles.
"it's settled then," you nod. "you want help cleaning up?"
"uhh..." choso hesitates. he didn't think becoming partnered meant sponge baths, though he doesnt think he'd deny you the opportunity, or himself the experience.
"a blowjob, choso. i want to clean you up. with my mouth. this is dirty talk."
choso blinks. "oh," he says. "then yes please."
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⣠đđ° â Degradation + dumbification. blow job in Tojiâs, backshots in Nanamiâs, pussy eating in Gojoâs, Breast play in ichijiâs, breeding in chosoâs, face sitting in Yukiâs. Theyâre prob a lot of grammar errors.
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Tojiâs grumbling could be heard from the hallway as you padded into the bathroom, catching him zipping up his pants, a lazy yawn stretching across his face. You glanced at the toilet seat, then back at him with a deadpan expression. âAre you serious right now?â
He raised a brow in confusion while looking over his shoulder. âWhat?â
You stepped past him and pointed accusingly at the droplets scattered on the seat. âYou really canât just wipe the seat? Itâs not that hard, Tojiâ.
Toji huffed, crossing his big arms over his broad chest as he leaned against the doorframe. âYouâre really gonna whine about that?â
âYeah,â you shot back, hands on your hips. âI live here too, you know. Itâs grossâ.
His eyes dragged over you, amusement flickering in the green depths. âDidnât know you were so prissy, sweetheartâ.
âDidnât know you were so lazy,â you quipped, grabbing a wad of toilet paper and wiping it yourself with a dramatic flourish. âSee? Easyâ.
Tojiâs jaw ticked, but the smirk was still there. âYou wanna be a brat about it?â
âMaybe,â you chirped, tossing the tissue into the bowl and flushing with a pointed look his way. âMaybe if you actually cleaned up after yourself, I wouldnât have to nag you like Iâm your momâ.
He clicked his tongue, stepping forward until your back hit the sink, his hands bracing on either side of you as he towered over you. âThat right?â
Your breath hitched as he leaned in, lips brushing your ear. âGuess I should shut that mouth up for you, huh?â
The smugness was gone, replaced with a flicker of thrill as you tilted your chin up defiantly as if you were challenging him. âYou could tryâ.
Toji didnât waste another second. His large hand cupped the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair as he forcefully pushed you down to your knees, the cool tiles biting against your skin. His belt clattered as he quickly unbuckled it, gaze locked on you with a feral sort of glint.
âOpen up, sweetheart,â he rasped, voice dropping to a deep whisper. You obeyed, mouth parting as he tapped the angry tip of his cock against your tongue, the weight of it heavy and demanding as pre-cum smeared under your nose and lips.
His grip on your hair tightened as he rammed his cock in, stretching your lips around him and feeding his cock to you inch by inch, groaning low in his chest as you hollowed your cheeks to take him in. âThere you goâŚknew you were good for something other than bitchinâ, he grunted, hips thrusting shallowly as you wrapped your hands around his thick thighs for support.
The sound of his breathing roughened, and his eyes stayed locked on the way your pretty lips latched to his shaft as you sucked him, a big spit and pre-cum mixture leaking down your chin as he fucked your mouth deeper, his hips rolling with a much rough rhythm thatâs causing you to lose your breath. âLook at that,â he drawled, thumb grazing the corner of your mouth to catch the saliva pooling there. âSo messyâGot no fucking room to talk except for taking this cockâ.
You moaned around him, nails digging into his pants as he picked up the pace, groaning your name as your tongue flattened along the underside of his dick. His hips snapped harder, the blunt head nudging the back of your throat, forcing tears to prick the corners of your eyes.
His hand cradled your jaw, rough thumb brushing the bulge of his cock through your cheek. âGonna make you clean up every time,â he rasped, voice deep and raspy. âSince you like it so much, fuckinâ slutâ.
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You stood in the doorway of Kentoâs office, arms crossed as you surveyed the stacks of papers cluttering his usually wooden desk. âYou seriously just gonna leave them like this?â
Kento barely glanced up from his monitor, adjusting his glasses with a sigh. âDarling, theyâre already organized,â he replied simply.
âOrganized?â you scoffed, stepping further in to pluck a random sheet from the mess. âThereâs three different client names on here. What kind of system is this?â
He paused, fingers halting over his keyboard. âA working oneâ.
You rolled your eyes at his sassiness, shaking the paper for emphasis. âItâs chaos, Kento. I donât know how you can even find anything in this messâ.
His jaw flexed, gaze finally flicking up to meet yours. âI find everything just fine,â he replied calmly, though the subtle edge in his voice wasnât lost on you.
âClearly,â you taunted sarcastically, flipping through another pile. âThis is why you can never find your keys. Or your wallet. Orââ
Before you could finish, Kento stood upâhis chair scraping back with an annoying sound as he approached you with measured steps, the kind that made your heart thud a little harder because of how calm his demeanor was. He stopped in front of you, gaze sharp behind his glasses. âIf youâre going to waste your time nagging me,â he began, his voice low and serious, âI think you should be put to better useâ.
You barely had time to respond before he's manhandling you around with his strong hands and pressing your front against the desk, papers crinkling beneath you as his hand splayed across your back to keep you pinned there. âMaybe a little distraction will shut you up,â he murmured.
Heat pooled in your stomach as his warm palm slid down, nudging your legs apart. âKento!â
âShh,â he soothed, lips brushing your ear. âYou wanted my attention. Now youâve got itâ.
His hands were deft, hiking up your skirt and yanking your panties down to your knees. The loud drag of his belt coming undone had you shivering, anticipation coiling tightly in your stomach. âThink youâll remember this next time you feel like running your fucking mouth?â
A shiver ran up your spine as you nodded. He chuckled at your obedience, fingers brushing over your slit and spreading the pre-cum dribbling out of his tip between your folds. âGood girl. Don't worry, I'll make sure of itâ.
And with that, he was ramming his cock all the way in, stretching your poor pussy around him inch by inch over the cluttered surface, papers sliding to the floor and making everything even messier as he sloppily pounded his cock into your cunt, fingers gripping your waist with the kind of authority that left you shaking and whimpering. âMaybe Iâll mess this desk up more often,â he rasped. âGives me an excuse to disrespect this pussy and shut you up like thisâ.
Kento squeezed your hips tighter like he was doing it on purpose, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he slammed into you like you were nothing but a warm hole to fuck, his breath hot and heavy against your neck, giving you goosebumps. âFucking look at you,â he sneered, one hand sliding up to fist in your hair, tugging your head back just enough for his lips to brush your ear. âSo mouthy until youâre bent over my desk like a little slut. Still think Iâm disorganized, darling?â His hips snapped forward, the sharp slap of skin against skin punctuating his question, making your eyes roll back.
Your hands scrambled for purchase amidst the scattered papers, crumpling documents beneath your fingertips as his cock bullied its way deeper into your cervix, splitting you open with each unforgiving thrust that's ruining your poor pussy. âBet you wonât be nagging me anymore, huh?â he growled, yanking your hair a little harder when you only moaned in response.
âCan barely think, can you? Fucked you so dumb already that you forgot how to run that pretty mouth of yoursâ. His hand left your hip to smack your rippling ass, the sting sharp and sudden, making you jolt against the desk. âI should leave you like thisâbent over my chaos so you remember exactly where your place isâ.
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You stood in the middle of the living room, running your hands over your face as you analyzed the mess. Candy wrappers were strewn across the coffee table, littering the couch cushions and even dotting the floor like heâd just flung them around for fun. Gojo was lying on the couch, unbothered with his legs manspreading and almost taking up the whole couch, a lollipop dangling from his mouth as he scrolled through his phone.
âSatoru,â you called, voice sharp enough to cut through his blissful ignorance. He raised his head lazily, pushing his sunglasses up to peer at you with that usual cheeky grin.
âMm? Whatâs up, sweetheart?â
You gestured around the room. âThis. All of this. Youâre gonna pick up your candy wrappers or what?â
He tilted his head, sucking obnoxiously on the lollipop with a loud pop. âI was going toâŚeventuallyâ.
You scoffed, bending down to snatch a few wrappers off the floor. âEventually? Satoru, it looks like Halloween exploded in here. You canât just live in your own trashâ.
He chuckled, tossing his phone aside and standing up with a dramatic stretch. âI dunno, I think it adds character. Like, âWelcome to Gojoâs Candy Kingdom!â You want a tour?â
You rolled your eyes, chucking the wrappers into the trash bin with a huff. âIf this is a kingdom, Iâm moving outâ.
âOh, donât be so dramatic,â he teased, stepping up behind you and wrapping his long arms around your waist, chin propped on your shoulder. âYouâre really this mad about some wrappers?â
âItâs disgusting,â you shot back, but your voice wavered when his hands slipped to your hips, thumbs rubbing gentle, teasing circles.
âMmâŚyouâre right,â he murmured, lips brushing your ear. âI should really clean up my messesâ. Before you could respond, you were spun around, and in one swift movement, he had you bent over the arm of the couch, your hips up and your tits smushed into the cushions.
âSatoru!â you squealed, squirming and struggling against his grip, but he just laughed, pushing your skirt up over your hips and exposing your ass with zero shame.
âSee? Cleaning up,â he cooed mockingly, hands squeezing your ass with a playful slap. âStarting with you, sweetsâ.
You barely had time to protest before his eager mouth was on you, tongue quickly lapping between your folds with a kind of greed that had your knees trembling within the first second. âS-Satoruuuâ you gasped, hands clawing at the couch cushions at your clit twitches on his tongue.
He chuckled against your skin, the vibrations making you whimper. âWhat?â he purred, tongue swirling around your clit before sucking harshly like it was a piece of flavorful candy. âThought you wanted me to stop eating candy. Figured Iâd switch to something sweeterâ.
Your face burned, hands fisting into the cushions as he licked into you with unrestrained enthusiasm, slurping sounds echoing obnoxiously through the room, it was so embarassing. âMuch better than chocolate,â he teased, voice muffled as he nipped at your inner thigh. âI think Iâm addicted to this sweet pussyâ.
You moaned, back arching as he buried his face deeper into your wet cunt, hands gripping your thighs to keep you spread for him as he slides his tongue back and forth on your folds and collecting your wetness and tasting it on his tongue. âThink you could get mad at me more often?â he murmured, voice all bright and playful, even as his tongue dipped at the entrance of your soaking pussy. âIâm loving this version of clean-up dutyâ.
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The living room was a battlefield of toysâplastic cars, action figures, and stuffed animals scattered like remnants of some toddler rampage. You carefully stepped over a pile of building blocks, hands on your hips as you watched Choso lean against the wall, arms crossed and eyes half-lidded. He looked completely unfazed by the chaos, gaze drifting lazily over the room like it didnât even register.
âChoso,â you called, voice sharp enough to break his trance. He blinked, head tilting as he looked at you, brows raised in mild surprise.
âYes?â he drawled, voice soft and calm like the mess around him wasnât something he should be responsible for. You gestured around the room. âYou gonna pick up after your brothers, or are you just gonna let them turn this place into a war zone?â
He shrugged, pushing off the wall and stepping closer, his towering frame casting a shadow over you. âTheyâre kids,â he murmured, eyes flickering to yours with that familiar, sleepy smile. âNot that big of a dealâ.
âNot that big of aââ you started, but he cut you off, hands slipping around your waist and pulling you in close. His touch was gentle, but his grip was sturdy, holding you in place as he dipped his head to brush his lips over your neck.
âYouâre so uptight,â he whispered, breath warm against your skin. âAlways scolding me but I like itâ. His hands squeezed your hips, pulling you against him with a low, rumbling sigh. âMaybe I do want you to keep me in lineâ.
Your breath hitched, hands bracing against his chest as he pressed forward, guiding you back until your legs hit the arm of the couch. He eased you down, eyes locked on yours with that predatorial look. âYou wanna boss me around?â he asked, his voice low and teasing. âMake me clean up, take responsibility?â
Your cheeks burned, hands fisting in his shirt as he hovered above you, his heavyweight pressing you into the couch cushions. âMaybe I do,â you shot back, your voice stronger than you felt.
He chuckled. âGood,â he murmured, hands slipping beneath your skirt to squeeze the plush of your thighs. âThen make me, pleaseâ.
You barely had time to process his words before he hooked your legs over his shoulders, his mouth finding yours in a desperate, heated kiss. His hands were everywhereâgripping, squeezing any flesh from your body he could touch, and pulling you closer as if he couldnât get enough of your body. âBeen thinking about it,â he breathed against your lips. âHow cute youâd look all round and fullâstuffed up with my childâ.
Your eyes went wide because of how sudden what heâs saying was, a shiver running down your spine as his grip tightened. âChosoââ
âYeah,â he groaned, cutting you off, his warm forehead pressed to yours, eyes glimmering with something dark and desperate. âBet youâd look so good carrying it for meâwanna see you swollen. Wanna everyone to know that I did that to you, babyâ.
His hands slipped down, grabbing your thighs and yanking you closer, his hips grinding against yours with shameless need as he humped his clothed cock against your panties, the bumpy outline of him creating friction and making your cunt leak against the material. âYou gonna let me?â he whispered, his voice desperation as he awaited your consent. âGonna let me fill you up? Make you mine for real?â
You swallowed hard, nodding before you could stop yourself, and that was all the permission he needed. He quickly pulled his cock out and slid your panties to the side before his hands grabbed at your waist, easily pulling you down onto him in one rough motion, the sudden stretch stealing the breath from your lungs.
Choso moaned loudly, his eyes fluttering shut as he bottomed out and felt your pussy clenching around him already, his hands gripping you tight enough to bruise. âFâFuck! You feel that?â he rasped, his voice cracking. âFeel how deep I am?â
He starts pounding into you, every thrust pushing you deeper into the couch, his teeth grazing your neck as he speaks. âGonna put a little baby in youâmâgonna keep you all full of my childrenâ.
You clutched at his broad shoulders, your nails digging in as he set a brutal rhythm, his thrusts rougher than usual like he was on the verge of losing control. Heâs panting against your neck, whispering filthy promises about how you'd be a wonderful mother and how beautiful youâd look carrying his child, how heâd keep you that wayâbarefoot and pregnant, marked and stuffed up by him.
His pace quickened, hips stuttering a bit and you could already tell he was close. The desperation in his movements mounting and he babbles into your neck. âGonna stuff you,â he groaned, voice dropping to a husky whisper. âOver and over until itâs overflowing out of your pretty little pussyâgonna make sure youâre mineâ.
Your back arched, your body shivering under his broken pace but Chosoâs hands held you steady, keeping you right where he wanted you as he used you but with love, of course. His breath was ragged, his eyes fluttering as he hammers himself deeper, pressing his sweaty forehead to yours. âYou gonna take it for me?â he murmured, almost pleading. âGonnaâfuck!âlet me breed you?â
You instantly nodded, too fucked out to speak or think, and his expression shattered, his hips bucking wildly as he buried himself to the hilt, warmth flooding you in heavy, throbbing beats but his grip didnât loosen, hands still holding you tight against him like he was making sure none of his seed would escape.
When it was over, he stayed there, panting against your skin, his hands still possessive on your hips. âGuess that means I gotta clean up the toys now,â he whispered. âWouldnât want you tripping with my baby in youâ.
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The office was dimly lit, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across Ichijiâs cluttered desk. Papers were stacked in uneven piles, data sheets scattered, and a half-empty cup of coffee sat dangerously close to the edge. You leaned against the doorway, arms crossed as you watched him pinch the bridge of his nose, eyes squeezed shut in clear frustration. You felt so bad for him.
âYouâve been at it for hours,â you said gently, your voice cutting through the tense silence. His head snapped up, eyes heavy with exhaustion as he met your gaze. âMaybe take a break?â
Ichiji sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. âI canât,â he muttered, eyes drifting back to the towering stack of reports. âThereâs too much to do. Itâs not going to finish itselfâ.
You stepped inside, moving behind his chair and placing your hands on his shoulders. His muscles were taut beneath your touch, tension coiled up tight thatâs its aching. âYouâre going to burn out if you keep this up,â you whispered, fingers kneading gently at the knots in his shoulders. âJust ten minutes, okay?â
His eyes fluttered shut at your touch, a shaky sigh slipping past his lips. âI donât have ten minutes,â he replied, voice rough with fatigue.
âFive, then,â you coaxed, leaning down so your lips brushed the shell of his ear. âYou can spare fiveâ.
Before he could argue, your hands slipped lower, fingers tracing slow circles against his chest through the fabric of his uniform. He stiffened beneath your touch, eyes snapping open as you pressed yourself closer, your hands dipping to his collarbones. âYouâre so tense, baby,â you murmured, lips grazing his temple.
Ichiji groaned, head tipping back as his hands found your hips, squeezing it almost desperately. âYou make it so impossible to think,â he whispered with his voice strained.
âGood,â you shot back, voice lilting with mischief. âStop thinking for a bitâ.
He didnât need any more encouragement. His grip tightened, and before you could blink, you were pulled down onto his lap, his hands rougher than usual as they squeezed your waist. His head dipped lower, lips grazing the exposed skin of your collarbone before he suddenly surged forward, calloused hands cupping your breasts with a desperate kind of urgency.
âIchiji,â you gasped, fingers threading through his black strands as his mouth latched onto the curve of your exposed chest, sucking hot, open-mouthed kisses against your soft skin. His hands fondled with them, thumbs brushing over your nipples through your shirt, sending shocks of pleasure down your spine.
But it wasnât enough for him. With a low groan, he tugged your top up, baring you to him before his mouth returnedâhot and fucking eager, his tongue dragging across your skin with feverish need. His hands held you firmly in place on his lap, keeping you pressed against him as his mouth moved, licking and sucking at every inch of bare flesh he could reach.
His breathing was ragged, eyes heavy-lidded with need as he buried his face between the swell of your breasts, mouthing hungrily at the soft skin there. âYou smell so good,â he murmured, voice muffled, his tongue flicking out to trace the curve of your sternum before dipping lower, pressing desperate kisses along the underside.
You shivered, your nails scraping gently against his scalp as he continued, mouth working furiously like he couldnât get enough. His hands squeezed your breasts, thumbs brushing your hardened nipples in teasing circles that made your breath stutter. âYou taste even better,â he rasped, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze, lips swollen and slick.
âFeel a little better now?â you teased, breathless and grinning as you cupped his cheek.
Ichiji just chuckled, his hands sliding back to your hips as he pulled you closer to his chest. âNot even close,â he whispered, eyes glimmering with intent. âI think I need another breakâ.
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The living room was a mess of unfolded laundryâshirts, socks, and lacy panties scattered across the couch like an afterthought. You stared at the chaos, eyebrows raised as you picked up one of Yukiâs crumpled t-shirts. âYou call this folding?â you asked, voice laced with disbelief.
Yuki was sitting on the couch as she scrolled through her phone. She glanced up lazily at you, eyes twinkling with amusement. âItâs folded enough,â she replied, stretching like she hadnât a care in the world.
âFolded enough?â you repeated, holding up one of her wadded-up hoodies like it was evidence of a crime. âYuki, it looks like you just balled everything up and chucked it in the basket!â
Yuki just smirked, tucking her phone into her pocket and patting her lap. âYou got a lot of opinions today,â she drawled, voice dripping with playful arrogance. âWhy donât you come over here and say it to my face?â
You hesitated, eyes narrowing. âWhat are you planning?â
âNothing,â she replied, leaning back with a lazy grin. âJust wanna hear you complain up closeâ.
Against your better judgment, you stepped forward, and she caught your wrist, tugging you closer until you stumbled over her lap. Her hands were commanding as she adjusted you, making sure you were positioned just right.
âYou know,â she mused, her fingers tracing slow circles along your hips. âYou do talk a lot of crap for someone whoâs about to get sat onâ.
Your eyes widened, mouth parting to protest, but Yuki was already shifting beneath you, lifting her hips to slide her sweatpants and panties down her thighs in one fluid motion. The casual confidence in the way she kicked them off sent a thrill straight through you, and you barely had time to process before she grabbed your shoulders, pushing you back onto the couch cushions.
âYuki, waitââ you started, but she just chuckled darkly, swinging one leg over your face and straddling you, her pushy thighs bracketing your head.
âWait?â she mocked, hands settling on the back of the couch for balance. âYou donât wanna keep nagging me? Maybe list off my chores while youâre down there?â Her grin was wicked, eyes sparkling with mischief as she hovered above your face, she spreads her ass cheeksâletting you feel the warmth of her pussy on your face, so close your breath ghosted over her skin.
Her bare cunt was practically soakingâlike she was waiting for this, sticky slick smearing across your lips the second she lowered herself, her folds warm and wet on your mouth. The taste of her was dizzying, all salt and sweetness as she ground her hips down, rubbing her pussy on you back and forth like she was trying to mark you with it. Her wetness smeared across your chin and cheeks as she rolled her hips in harsh circles, moaning softly above you as she used your facial features to get herself off.
âLook at that,â she purred, her voice sweet and sultry. âAlready making such a mess of you.â Her fingers threaded through your hair, gripping tight as she rocked forward, her cunt dragging flat across your tongue with every roll of her hips. âKeep talking about how I donât clean upânow you can clean this up instead,â she taunted, pressing her ass down harder like she was actually sitting on you instead of just hovering.
Your hands flew to her thighs, nails digging into her skin as you tried to catch your breath, but she wasnât letting up. Her thighs squeezed your head, holding you still as she ground her soaked cunt in your mouth, the wetness spreading everywhere with every needy movement and her sweet scent filling your nostrils. âThatâs it,â she cooed, voice dropping to a husky whisper. âLick it up. Make it nice and clean for meâ.
Her juices were everywhereâyour tongue, your cheeks, your chinâand she was so persistent, hips circling with purpose, smearing more of her arousal across your face like she was marking her territory. Her hand found the back of your head, pressing you even closer until your nose brushed against the tight ring of her ass, and she let out a shuddering breath when she feels it tickling her.
âNot so mouthy now, huh?â she murmured. âBet youâre too busy drowning down there to complainâ.
She rocked her ass harder, your tongue slipping through her folds, tasting every bit of arousal she rubbed against you. She moaned sweetly above you, the sound shameless and greedy as she kept grinding like a bitch in heat, wetness leaking down your chin and soaking the poor couch cushions beneath you.
âMaybe Iâll make this a habit,â she mused, eyes half-lidded with pleasure as she looks down at youâeven though she couldnât really see your face because her ass was trapping you. âEvery time you wanna nag me, Iâll just shut you up like thisâsmother that attitude right out of youâ.
You didnât even try to argueâyour tongue was too busy lapping up everything she gave, your mouth coated with her cream as she rode your face with lazy confidence, grinding herself against you and using you for her pleasure like thatâs what you were made for.
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â In which Nanami is put to the test by his insatiable, pregnant wife
Kentoâs libido has always paled in comparison to his wifeâs. That isnât to say he canât keep up or doesnât, far from it. You may start the fun, but itâs he who ends it with you drooling, limp, and buzzing behind the eyes, barely able to even mumble a âthank you.âÂ
Itâs probably more apt to say that his libido only awakens when yours does, whether itâs from your light touches, the mischievous glint in your eyes, or low, sultry whispers in his ears â everything you do and say sparks his sexual spirit. You even joke that heâs wife-sexual and he doesnât argue against that.Â
But these days, heâs starting to question whether there are limits to his appetite and whether you have any at all.Â
Now washing the dishes always ends up with your soft, protruding belly pressed against his back and your arms roving his front. You muse about how amazing his muscles look from the back, how broad his shoulders are, and how his hips seem to be getting narrower and narrower (itâs impossible, of course, but you're adamant). With his hands still sudsy, he knows he canât sate your desire with his fingers alone, so he gets down on his knees, keeps his eyes on yours, and tastes you on his tongue until you tap out.Â
Returning home from work comes with surprises too, usually involving his wife on her knees wearing nothing but the ring he kisses every morning and every night. Driving anywhere, for example, involves some heavy petting during traffic or, when you cannot possibly wait any longer, parking somewhere obscured and having a quick and steamy romp in the backseat.Â
Or two.Â
Up till now, heâs managed rather well; every needs you have are met and expeditiously, even before you were pregnant and especially so now that you are. But, when he wakes up, dazed, confused and with his cock being sucked and slobbered on, heâs met with your adorably round eyes and shiny, swollen lips wrapped around his equally swollen and plump cock, as he pulls the covers away.Â
âOh, s-sweetheart. Itâs late. Did you get -hah- antsy again?â
You nod, cheeks hallowed to slurp on the bubbling pre-cum at his tip. He groans, head thrown back and blond hair spilling all over his pillows. His darling wife isn't the greatest in the kitchen or reading the room, but good God, are you amazing at bringing him to his knees?Â
Inspirational, really.Â
Cooing, he brushes your hair out of your face and sends a shaky smile your way. âF-feeling empty, my love? Lonely? Come up here, sweetheart. Let Ken take care of you.â
A pout graces those lips he loves so much when you nuzzle his palm.
âIâm sorry to wake you, Kenny. I really tried to hold back, I swear! Itâs just like a craving, yâknow?â
Heâs got you straddling his lap soon, your huge shirt framing your larger-than-normal body, the neckline slipping off one shoulder, and nipples pebbled under the thin material â you look nothing short of the embodiment of temptation, the paragon of seduction.
âWhat did I say before? Hmm?â A thumb begins rubbing circles over your clit, concealed behind soaked cotton and it squelches under his touch. Youâre both breathless, moving slowly, gently, lovingly in the dark like you have a million times before and will a million times after. âYou can always come to me for your needs. Iâd resent myself if I ever made you feel embarrassed or alone in this pregnancy. Every high and low, we face it together, remember?â
Growing more and more hungry, you find yourself no longer grinding down on his hand; instead, youâre gripping his length between your pussy lips, sharing in the wetness and seeking to hear more of his low groans as if it fuels you. âNgh, Ken, I know. Youâve been so good t-to me; I just feel bad asking for more when youâve âfuck, Iâm gonna cum!â g-given me everything.â
These days you're more sensitive than usual and it's maddening trying to go easy on your poor cunt when his eyes are rolling back and his cock seems to have grown a mind of its own as it pounds your clamping, sloppy inside. Overstimulation is a common theme now and it's a bother to hide the twitch of his lips when you cry from your fifth orgasm in an hour with the end nowhere in sight. He never thought he'd like to see tears trail down your cheeks but this pregnancy's rewiring everything in your bodies.
âHave I not done a good enough job of making sure you know âthatâs it, sweetheart, grind down on me, ah, s-such a good girl âe-everything thatâs mine is yours?â
Gasping and whining, you admit, âYes! Yes, you have.â
âAnd how m-many timesââ He groans, voice deepening into a growl, sounding almost angry that you need yet another reminder of your place in his life. ââ have I told you that you donât need to -hah- a-ask? That you can t-take from me whatever you like, whenever you like.â
Sweat is beading down your body, thicker thighs pushing through the ache from grinding down on his cock. His huge hands, safe and warm, are pulling you down. Kentoâs perceptive eyes see the way they quiver with your feeble attempt to keep most of your weight off of him, but what you donât know is that he can take it. That he doesnât mind. That he craves your complete and utter reliance on him.Â
âAll the time!â
Needlessly worried about the growing heaviness of your body, he takes every opportunity to remind you that he doesn't work out for aesthetics. All that he does is intended to make you happy and he knows how much you love the burliness of his body, the strength in every limb, every muscle, and every flex. Sometimes, he puts on a show just to watch you press your thighs together.
âThen please act like it,â he hisses. âPlease, just use me without hesitation. Fuck, d-donât even bother with pretences. Just slide my âGod, youâre so wet, s-sweetheartâ s-slide my cock inside you and ride me till you cum. Until youâve had enough.â
Your husband is close, too. His abs, sharp and well-defined, are tensing up, and the veins in his arms are popping with the effort to keep from cumming all over your sopping cunt before your cum drips down his balls. Itâs crude, vulgar, downright shameful, he knows that. But you have a gift; you can drive him to insanity, to the very edge of reason, of self-control, dangling him right where you want him, sweating and babbling about another baby before you even had your first one, and then you pull him back to safety, and he returns as your husband and not your walking sex toy.Â
"I wish you would just touch m-me without worry, my love. I hate to see you dig your nails into your own skin âyour lovely, beautiful skin, so pretty and hnngh! all for meâ b-because you're trying to hold back."
Mewling and clawing his clammy chest, you promise, "I will! I'll just take what I w-want. I'll k-kiss you and touch you and fuck you when I need to, 'kay, K-ken? Even when you're busy!"
"N-never too busy for you, darling."
Spasms wrack your body as he growls out, more to himself than to anyone else, "Never."
When you slump onto his body, shaking and mouthing adorations into the blond splattering of hair on his chest, he doesnât even care that his orgasm was stifled. He can only rub your back reassuringly as he begins worrying about the pressure youâre applying on your belly.Â
You laugh. âThis pregnancy has changed you, Ken. You're just as bad as me, sometimes. Maybe your hormones are going crazy, too.â
He kisses your head, eyes crinkling at the corners and cock throbbing under your stomach from the sweet scent of you filling the air. âItâs only made me bolder, honey. More honest. Now, have you had enough, love? Should we get you back on your side of the bed? The doctors said you need as much sleep as possible and we have a big day tomorrow with our crib shopping, remember?â
Grinning ear to ear, you sit up again.
Kento recognises that glint in your eyes and he sighs. He's in for a long night.
âAre you insane? The night is still young, Kenny honey, and we need practice for baby number two, remember?â
Hooking your panties to the side for you, a chuckle leaves his lips, which he licks subconsciously, eyes drawn to the shiny lips slowly but expertly engulfing his cock, inch by inch.Â
âI have a feeling we wonât be stopping at baby two tonight, darling.â
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"TELL ME WHAT TO DO."
summary: life has never been better since marrying Nanami Kentoâevery second feels like something you wouldnât trade for your favorite food. But who would've thought that even after 3 years of marriage, you both still havenât had sex?
warnings (18+): MDNI. husband!nanami x wife!reader, angst to smut, explicit sexual content, P in V, unprotected sex (wrap it up), reader is DESPERATE, insecure, demanding, no usage of 'y/n', dominance, masturbation, he pulled out but she wanted creampie!!!!, fingering, handjob, breeding kink, pregnancy thoughts, âdaddyâ used in readerâs inner thoughts, begging, choking (light), edging (light), they're both a freak for eo, cursing, praise kink, thoughts of kids, soft dom!nanami, he talks u through it gng đ, reader is very whiny, pet names, mature themes, intimate sex if u blink, vulnerability, strong language, etc. (lmk!!)
author's notes: bro rhis took me like 2 weeks cuz of depression đĽ. I'm barely surviving!!!!!! I DIDNâT edit this so if there r typos or shit... js pretend u didnât see them ok đ love yall twin!!!s!!. Also dw I see those requests piling up in my inboxâkeep âem coming . I genuinely LOVE reading ur ideas, even if my brain is slow at the moment. OK ENJOY READING
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Your thighs clenched. Again.
It has been clenching for so many hours that theyâve gone numb. You shift under the soft blanket, the air thick with the scent of your husbandâs cologne lingering from earlier, and it makes your stomach twist with frustration.
Youâre soaking. Again.
Itâs pathetic, really. How easily your body responds nowâhow even the ghost of his touch, the memory of his voice rumbling low in your ear as he tells you how proud he is of you, makes your cunt throb.
crazy, right?
Your husband. Your fucking husband. The man you've been married to for years. Whoâs seen you at your worst, held your hair back while you threw up from period cramps, memorized the way you like your coffee, babied you, kissed your stretch marks, and still acts like youâre the only woman to ever walk this earth.
And still, after all thatâhe hasnât fucked you.
Not once.
Not on your honeymoon.
Not on your anniversaries.
Not during those quiet, late nights when you're curled up in his lap, drunk on wine and love, whispering every filthy thing you want him to do to you.
Nothing.
Never.
Youâve made out, sure. Heâs fingered you maybe once or twice a month, always with the kind of slow care that made you want to scream.
Youâve given him a few handjobs, watched him cum in your grasp while he grunted your name and bit his lip so hard it bled. But thatâs where it always ends.
Thatâs where it always stops.
Because Nanami Kento, your perfect, maddeningly composed husband, is gentle. Too fucking gentle.
So gentle itâs driving you absolutely insane.
He says he wants to wait.
Says love is about time.
That he wants everything to feel rightânot rushed, not pressured, not like heâs using your body just because youâre married. He says youâre not a thing to be taken. That he wants to love you, not consume you.
It wouldâve been romantic. hell. it IS romantic. At first. That patience. That unwavering control. You thought, âWow, this man is made for me.â
But now?
It's been years, and youâre left curled up on the couch at 03:54⌠flushed and needy, wrapped in one of his shirts with your thighs pressed tight and your fingers covered in your own slick.
And no matter what you watch, no matter what you read, no matter how deep you fuck yourself with your own fingersânothing feels like him.
Because you donât want your fingers.
You want his tongue.
You want his cock.
You want his hands pinning you down, his teeth grazing your throat, his voice low and wrecked in your ear while he finally lets himself have you the way youâve both been dying for.
Youâve tried to seduce him. Girl, have you tried. Youâve worn those little lingerie sets he bought for you, tried riding his thigh in nothing but lace. Tried whispering all your filthy little fantasies in his ear, hands sneaking down his pants, lips trailing down his chest.
But every fucking time, it ends the same.
You straddle him.
You grind.
He kisses you slowly.
You can feel himâhis hard, thick cock pressing up against your dripping heat.
And just when you think this time, heâs finally going to snapâ
He stops.
A knock at the door.
A call from work.
Or worseâhe pulls back, looks at you with those gentle fucking eyes, cups your face, and says something like, âNot tonight, sweetheart. I donât want to rush this.â
And what the fuck are you supposed to do with that?
Your heart aches with how much you love him. Truly. Every day with him feels like living in a dream. He treats you like royaltyâmakes you feel adored, cherished, like no one else even exists. He never forgets a thing. He compliments you constantly. Heâd die before hurting you.
But when youâre ovulating and every nerve ending is on fire, when your skin is begging for his hands, and your body is aching for him to break the rules he setâwhen youâre on the edge of tears because youâre so painfully, brutally, unapologetically needyâall that love starts to taunt you.
Because itâs not enough.
Youâre 99% content. You really are.
But that 1%?
That one, tiny, aching percent that never gets touched? That part is starving.
Sex.
You couldnât hwlp but feel a little pouty every time your friends launched into another one of their steamy storiesâlaughing, swapping details, comparing notes like it was the most casual thing in the world.
Youâd sit there with your lips pressed into a tight smile, nodding along, trying not to let the emptiness in your chest show.
It wasnât like you wanted to spill your own secretsâif you even had any. Sex is supposed to be private, intimate, something you wouldn't just toss into a group chat like gossip.
But still⌠The silence on your end wasnât a choice. You had nothing to share. No experience. No stories. Just a head full of filthy thoughts and daydreams that kept you up at night, especially when he crossed your mind.
And itâs eating you alive.
You slam your laptop shut, fingers still slick, frustration bubbling under your skin like lava. This isnât just arousal anymoreâitâs anger. Itâs longing. Itâs desperation laced with hurt, laced with doubt.
Does he not want me?
Does he not think Iâm sexy enough?
Does he not feel the same ache I do?
Tears threaten to burn in your eyes, but you blink them back.
No.
Fuck that.
You werenât going to cry because your own husband wouldnât fuck you.
You were going to make him.
Your hands found his tie the moment he walked into the bedroom, tired from work, shirt slightly undone, hair a little tousledâthe sight of him only made the fire in your gut explode harder.
âMy loveâŚâ you breathed, your voice nearly shaking as you tugged him down, fingers curling in the fabric of his tie like a lifeline.
A low groan escaped his lips as you pulled him flush against you, your legs locking around his waist like a vice, yanking him down onto the bed without hesitation. The soft thud of his weight on the mattress was drowned out by the pounding in your chest, in your pussy, in your damn soul.
âKentoâŚâ you whined, voice cracking into something that sounded more like a sob, more like please. Your whole body trembled beneath him, needy and raw and exposed.
You were so fucking horny it was hard to thinkâhard to breathe. Everything felt too hot, too loud, too full of him.
His hands found your hips, grounding and warm. He squeezed them gently, like he always didâso fucking gentleâand you wanted to scream.
ââŚyes, honey?â
And then you felt it.
He pressed his crotch to your soaked panties, the hard line of his cock dragging against your swollen folds, and you moanedâa broken, uncontrollable sound that came from somewhere deep in your chest.
It wasn't enough.
It was never enough.
âKen..â you gasped again, hips grinding up to meet him, shameless and desperate. âPleaseâfuck, pleaseâjust fuck me. please.â
Your fingers gripped his shirt now, trembling. âI canât take it anymore, I canâtâI need you, I fucking need you. Not your fingers. Not your sweet words. Not your soft kisses.â
You looked up at him, wild-eyed, tears threatening againânot from sadness this time, but from the sheer force of everything youâve buried.
âI need your cock, Kento. I need you inside me. I need you to fuck me until I forget my name. I need to know you want me like that, too.â
He looked stunned. Lips parted. Hands frozen.
He kept looking into your eyes. Deepâlike he was staring straight into the core of you, trying to read every emotion you didnât know how to say without crumbling.
âDarling⌠weââ
âOh, is this the part where you tell me we have to wait?â you snapped, âIs this where you say you donât want to rush our relationship? Where you tell me this canât be about lust? That you want to wait until itâs the âperfect timeâ?â
Your hands clenched around the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer and yet pushing with your words, with the venom dripping from your tongueâborn out of pure desperation.
âAre you seriously about to do that again, Kenâ? Because I swear Iâm gonna lose it.â
âN-No⌠I meanââ
You shook your head, the burn in your throat threatening to spill into tears, but you swallowed it down because you werenât sad
You were furious.
âI get frustrated, Ken.â you growled, barely holding yourself together. âI get so mad like I could fucking scream, like I could cry and break things, and I hate it. I hate that I feel this way about you.â
You choked on your breath, the words pouring from you like theyâd been waiting at the edge of your tongue for months.
âI get so fucking turned on when you donât touch me the way I want. When you keep doing this thing where you kiss me like Iâm made of porcelain as jf Iâll crack if you fuck me like you want to. And it drives me insane because I know you want to. I can feel it.â
Your hands slid down his chest, your fingers trembling as you pressed your palm against the hard, obvious bulge in his pants.
âYouâre hard, Kenâ. Every time. Every fucking time. You get like this and then you justâstop. You stop and you say something gentle and sweet and then just nothing happens.â
He didnât move. Didnât speak. He just listened.
âDo you even love me, baby?â you whispered, voice breaking. âDo you even want me? Do you want to fuck me, too, or is that just me?â
âAm I not attractive enough for you? Is that it?â Your voice cracked, your eyes locked on his, daring him to lieâbegging him to give you something.
Still, he didnât interrupt. He didnât lean in to kiss you and hush you like he always did. He just watched, his jaw tight, eyes burning with something deeper.
Because he wanted to hear it. All of it.
What else did he even make you feelâjust because he wanted to be patient? Just because he thought patience was love? When it only made you feel neglected, starved, and completely out of your mind with need?
He was too quiet. Too still.
The silence pressed heavy between you both, louder than any shout, any moan, any begging youâve ever done.
He just stared, his hands still on your hips, his eyes unreadableâbut burning. You couldnât tell if he was angry, or hurt, or just holding something back with every ounce of control in his body.
And that silence?
It fucking crushed you.
Your throat tightened. You hated how your eyes started to sting again, tears threatening to spill even though you swore you wouldnât cry. Not in front of him. Not over this. Not over the fact that you practically threw yourself at your own husband and he still wouldnât fuck you.
You looked away, trying to blink the tears back, trying to swallow the humiliation clawing its way up your throat.
âIâI shouldnât have said anything..â you whispered, voice barely there. âForget it. Just forget it. Letâs justâgo to sleep or something, okay? I didnât mean toâfuck, I didnât mean to ruin everything, I justââ
âIâve always wanted to fuck you.â
Your eyes widened.
Your breath caught.
âIâve always wanted to fuck you ever since the first time I saw you.â
Your eyes snapped to his.
âI wantwd to bend you over the second I heard you laugh.â he went on, voice shaking nowânot with hesitation, but with restraint.
âI wanted to have you moaning my name in some dark hallway before I even knew your name. You were wearing that tight fucking skirt and that smug little smirk like you already knew Iâd fall for youâand I did. I fucking did.â
âI even wanted to know how good it would sound if you moan my name the moment it left your lips for the first time.â Your breath hitched at his words, your thighs involuntarily clenching.
âYou think I donât want you? Baby, I wake up hard just from dreaming about you. I jerk off in the shower thinking about what your pussy would feel like wrapped around me. I have to force myself to stop every fucking time we make out because I know that if I go too far, Iâm not stopping until Iâm buried inside you and making you scream.â
You whimpered out loud. You couldnât help it. He chuckled low, breath heavy against your lips, his cock grinding slow against your soaked core.
âYou donât know how many nights Iâve spent fucking my hand to the thought of youâlegs spread, tears on your cheeks, begging for my cock.â
You were trembling now, your nails digging into his shirt. âI thought I was protecting you...â he admitted. âI thought I was being gentle. Loving. Waiting until the right moment. But fuck, baby, I didnât know I was hurting you by not taking what we both need.â
His hands slid under your shirt, palms hungry against your bare skin.
âand for that⌠I'm really sorry, I really mean it.â he murmured, his hands slid up under your shirtâwarm, wide palms trailing up your sides until they found your breasts, and he groaned.
It was guttural, instinctive, like he couldnât believe heâd kept himself from touching you like this for so long. He palmed you through your bra at first, then tugged the fabric down, letting your tits spill into his hands.
âFuckâŚâ he whispered, voice ragged. âLook at you.â
Your hands flew to hisâgripping them, grounding yourself. They were so big, so steady, and they felt like fire on your skin. You werenât even sure if you were holding him there or trying to keep yourself from falling apart.
His thumbs brushed over your nipples underneath your bra which made your back arch, a soft whimper escaping your lips before you could even think to hold it back.
âEvery time youâd crawl into my lapâŚâ he growled, âor wear those little shorts around the house... Iâd have to walk away, baby. Iâd go to the other room and calm myself down so I wouldnât bend you over the fucking couch like I wanted to.â
You whimpered again, biting your lip as your thighs rubbed together, aching for friction.
âIâd picture this.â he murmured, leaning in to kiss down your neck, nipping at your skin like he couldnât stand not having more. âYour tits in my hands. Your legs wrapped around me. Your pussy so wet and hot and ready for me. Iâd picture you on your knees, begging me to ruin you.â
âKenâKento..â
He pressed his forehead to yours again, his hands still full of you, his cock grinding harder into your soaked panties as he stared down at you like he wanted to eat you alive.
âI get it. SoâŚâ he whispered. âTell me what to do.â
You blinked up at him, your lips parted, breath stuttering, heart pounding like a fucking drum.
âTell me how to touch you. Where to kiss you. How to fuck you. Iâll do any-everything. just tell me.â
You looked up at him, breathless, pupils blown wide, hair a mess, nipples hard under his fingersâbut your voice? It came out sharp, needy, laced with monthsâyearsâof built-up frustration.
âYou wanna know what to do, Ken?â you hissed, your hips jerking up against him, chasing friction like your life depended on it. âStart by not stopping this time. Touch me like you mean itâŚâ you snapped, grinding up into his cock, desperate and aching.
âNo more slow fucking kisses and soft whispers and telling me to wait for the right time. This is the right fucking time. Iâm wet, Iâm throbbing, and if you donât fuck me tonight, I swear, Iâm gonna hump your fucking thigh until I pass out.â
âIâm not made of glass, Kento.â you added, wrapping your fingers around his wrists, dragging his hands down to your waist, then back up to your breasts again, encouraging him to squeeze harderâneedier.
âYou can be rough with me. I want it. I need it. I need to feel your cock inside me, I need to hear you lose control. I need to see what the fuck you look like when youâre not trying so hard to be perfect.â
You were rambling, but you didnât care. You were trembling under him, wild with want, your panties completely ruined, sticking to your folds, your clit aching from how ignored it had been for far too fucking long.
âI want you to grab me. Flip me. Manhandle me if you fucking have to. I want you to fuck me until my thighs shake and I cry and scream and forget my own nameââ
âYou want all that?â
You grabbed his tie and yanked his face down, nose to nose, your lips brushing against his as you hissed.
âYes. I want all of it. I want you, Kento. I want every filthy, pent-up, repressed, desperate thought youâve ever had about me. on me. in me. right fucking now.â
He blinked once⌠then his mouth was on yours, hands everywhere, his tongue slid against yours, wet and messy and hot, swallowing the soft whimpers falling out of your mouth as he ground his cock right against your soaked panties, letting you feel how thick and hard he was for you.
One of his hands gripped your breast, kneading it roughly, finally without hesitation. The other slid downâquick, deliberateâand he moaned into your mouth when he felt the mess between your thighs.
âYouâre soakedâŚâ he growled. âmy wife is fucking dripping.â
Your hips jerked when his fingers pressed to your clothed clit, just enough to make you jolt with a high-pitched cry. He smirked against your lips. âYou meant it, didnât you?â
âyou whimpered, âstop teasingâfuckâfuck me alrwady.â
You were tugging at his belt now, frantic and shaking, and he let youâwatched as you undid the buckle, pulled the zipper down, reached into his boxers with desperate, greedy fingers. You wrapped your hand around him and nearly gasped.
Fuck, he's huge. Hot, heavy, twitching against your palm.
âY-Youâve been hiding this.â you choked out, stroking him slow just to feel the way his hips shuddered.
âI was- trying to be patient,â he rasped, voice nearly hoarse now. âBut youâfuck⌠you test me every day, baby.â
His hand pushed your panties aside and when his fingers slid through your folds, his whole body shuddered.
âSo wet for me⌠So soft.â he whispered. âIâve dreamed about thisâabout the way youâd feel, how tight youâd be.â
âThen take meeeeâŚâ you pleaded, voice breaking. âIâm yours. Iâve always been yours, Kento. Justâplease. I need it. I need you.â
He grabbed you by the hips and hooked your legs around his waist. Your panties were gone in secondsâripped, tossed somewhere blindly across the room.
He positioned himself at your entrance, just barely pressing the thick tip against your soaked slit, teasing your hole. You whimpered, trying to push your hips up, but he gripped your thighs hard, pinning you in place.
âTell me again..â
âI want you, Kento, so fuckinggg bad.â you breathed, nearly sobbing from the anticipation. âI want your cock. I want you to fuck me like youâve been dying to. I want you to ruin me.â
That was all it took.
He pushed in, slow at first, making sure you felt every inch, veins, sizeâstretching you so fucking deep your back arched off the bed and a broken moan ripped from your throat.
âOh fuckâKenâKentoââ
He bottomed out and stayed there for a second, just breathing, gripping your hips like he was holding himself together with threads.
âYou feel⌠incredible..â he groaned. âSo tightâso fucking perfect for me.â Then he pulled out, and slammed back inâhard, which made you scream.
He didnât give you a second to recoverâhe started pounding into you like he was possessed, like every bit of restraint and patience heâd shown all these years had finally exploded into raw, filthy need.
and you love it.
Your body bounced with each thrust, your thighs trembling as he slammed into you again and again, the sound of skin slapping and your soaked pussy squelching filling the fucking room.
âThis is what my wife wanted so bad, right?â he groaned into your ear, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head with one hand, the other gripping your waist so tight it might bruise. âThis what you were so desperate for, baby?â
âYesâfuckâyes, Kento!â you cried, arching into him, legs shaking from how deep he was.
"Take it nicely, just like that..."
His cock hit places your fingers never couldâeach thrust pressing against your sweet spot so perfectly you were already close to tears. It was brutal, perfectly brutal, rough in the exact way youâd been begging for. You sobbed, the pleasure too much, the pressure too high.
âIâve wanted to fuck you like this since the first time you touched yourself beside me and thought I didnât notice.â he groaned, mouth against your jaw. âThought I didnât see the way your thighs shook, the way you whispered my name when you thought I was asleep.â
Your walls clenched around him hard.
âOh myâKenâpleaseâplease donât stop!â you begged, barely able to breathe between moans. âHarder, please, harderââ
He let go of your wrists and grabbed your throat, just gently, enough to tilt your chin up so he could look you in the eyes while he ruined you.
âLook at me when you cum.â he growled. âI want to see your face when I make you fall apart.â
And fuck, you were so closeâhis cock dragging over your most sensitive spot with every savage thrust, your clit grinding against the base of him with every slam of his hips, your walls spasming already.
âOh, my sweet babyâŚâ he hissed, thrusting harder, deeper, his voice dark and breathless. âCum all over my cock, babyâshow me how much you fucking needed it.â
You choked on a cry, nails raking down his back, and your whole body tensed.
Then shattered.
Your orgasm hit like a fucking truckâhot, intense, blindingâyour mouth wide open in a silent scream, tears streaming down your cheeks from how violently your body shook beneath him.
He groaned when he felt you clamp down around him, hips stuttering as he fucked you through your high.
âThatâs it.â he grunted. âGood girlâsuch a good fucking girlâtaking me so wellââ
He pulled out just in time, groaning deep as he came all over your stomach and thighs, hot and thick and messy, hand wrapped around his cock as he finished, eyes locked onto your tear-streaked, fucked-out face.
You were gasping for air, still trembling, legs spread wide and twitching. âWhy did you pull outtt, Kennn???â you whined, breath hitching, still sprawled out beneath himâskin flushed, soaked, trembling.
Your voice was hoarse, cracked with frustration and the remnants of your high, but still laced with that needy, bratty tone only he could pull out of you.
Nanamiâs chest rose and fell, his breath still uneven, a strand of hair stuck to his damp forehead. âI-... Are you alright? I wasn't rough, was I? Did I hurt youââ
âNooo.. answer my question, baby!â you whined as he blinked down at you, dazed, cock still twitching in his fist. And then, slowly, a smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth.
âYou were that desperate to get bred, huh?â he murmured, fingers tracing the mess he made across your stomach, dragging the thick cum over your skin in lazy, teasing circles. âYou wanted all of it, baby? Inside?â
You nodded uncontrollably, whimpered while your hips twitches at his words, at the way his tone dropped.
âYes, fuck, Ken⌠I wanted you to fill me upâwhyâd you fucking stopp?â Your voice crscked again as you glared up at him with glossy eyes, grabbing at his wrist. âYou always stop. I wanted to feel it, feel you, all the wayââ
He leaned in, crowding over you again, one big hand sliding under your ass to keep your legs spread, the other smearing more of his cum onto your inner thighs like he was marking you.
âThen tell me..â he whispered, voice low and gravelly, lips brushing your ear. âTell me exactly what you want me to do to you next.â
You rolled your eyes, âBe roughhh, babyyy..â
âYou donât want me to be careful?â he growled, voice rough in your ear as his cock pressed right back against your soaked folds, already hard again. âNot now. Please.â
âThen I hope youâre ready to take every fucking inch of me.â He grinned, making you gasped as he slid back inâslow, just to tease, just to make you feel that first stretch.
You clawed at his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist again, heels digging into his back to force him deeper.
âFuckâfuck, yes, right tbereââ you sobbed, already overwhelmed, already addicted to the way he filled you. âDonât stop, Kenâdonât you fucking stop again! Fuckkk- Don't stopââ
He didnât.
He gripped your thighs and snapped his hips forward hard, burying himself to the hilt with a growl that shook through your body.
The bed rocked.
The soundsâwet, deep groans, filthy moansâfilled the room even more as he started thrusting, deep and rough and mean, but with that same love in his touch that made it unbearable in the best way.
One of his hands slid between your bodies, cupping your tits, squeezing them, thumbing over your nipple as you writhed beneath him.
âYou feel this?â he grunted. âThis pussy was made for me. Yeah? Take it slow⌠Take it like a good girl. I love you, sweetheart.â
You couldn't even form a response, your nails scratched down his back, your mouth open in a cry of desperate pleasure.
âI wanted you bent over every surface in our fucking house.â he kept going, hips snapping, âWanted to watch my cum leak out of your pretty pussy while you begged me to give you more. I wanted to ruin you.â
âThen fucking ruin me, Ken!â you screamed, tears slipping down your cheeks again. âMark me up, mess me up, make me yoursâdo whatever the fuck you want to me!â
He kissed you thenâdeep, harsh, tongue in your mouth while he rammed into you, over and over and over, chasing the orgasm heâd been holding back for years.
And this time?
He didnât pull out.
You couldnât bring yourself to admit just how badly you wanted him to fill you up â not because you actually wanted kids right now, but because the idea of it, of him, made something primal stir inside you.
It was embarrassing, really â how every time he interacted with children, something in you ached. The way his voice softened, the way his eyes lit up with warmth and patience â it drove you absolutely wild. Kids love him and his presence so much. Youâd never imagined something so domestic could be so erotic.
Maybe it's just you though...
And yet, the thought crossed your mind again.. Would it be too much to call him daddy? The word itself felt cringe, almost ridiculous on your tongue, and you worried it might ruin the moment â that it might make him laugh, or worse, be turned off, and look at you differently.
So instead, you bit your lip and stayed quiet, your breath catching as the heat between your bodies lingered.
Your hands flew up to cover your mouth, trying to muffle the sounds that slipped out anyway. Sweat clung to your skin, your bodies still tangled in the aftermath of pleasure, his weight a welcome pressure atop you.
Every slight shift sent aftershocks through you, and you didnât know if your body could handle another round. But deep down, you knew you didnât want him to stop.
His breath was hot against your neck, each exhale fanning over your damp skin like a whisper of fire. You felt the way his chest rose and fell against yours, the weight of his body grounding you, making everything outside this room feel far away.
His fingers grazed along your waist, a slow, deliberate touch, as if he was memorizing you, all over, again.
Your thighs trembled around his hips, still sensitive from the last wave he pulled from you.
You whimpered softly, unsure whether it was from overstimulation or craving more. Probably both.
He tilted his head, catching the sound, and you didnât have to look to know he was smirkingâthat teasing, dangerous smirk that always made your breath hitch.
âYouâre so quiet all of a sudden, my love.â he murmured, voice thick and low, words dragging through your skin like silk and smoke. âAre you okay? Are you hurt?â
You didnât answer. Couldnât. Not with your heart hammering in your chest and your mind so full of him, of the way he held you like you were fragile and ruined all at once.
The word lingered on your tongueâDaddyâand the thought of saying it out loud made your thighs press tighter around him.
Embarrassment flared in your stomach, but it was quickly drowned out by the fire he lit every time he touched you.
He pulled back just enough to look at you, brushing the hair from your flushed face. âWhat are you thinking about?â
You bit your lip, eyes locked on his. Maybe it was the afterglow talking. Maybe it was the way he was still inside you, making you feel so full, so connected, like he could reach into your soul and leave a mark. But the truth bubbled up anyway, hot and real.
âI was thinkingâŚâ You hesitated, cheeks burning. ââŚhow badly I want you. How badly I want to give you everythingâeven if Iâm not ready for what that means.â
âYou already gave me everything..â
His words struck something deep inside youâa tenderness that made your chest ache more than the roughness ever could.
You blinked up at him, eyes glassy, lips parted. You could feel how hard he was trying to hold himself back now, his usual teasing edge traded for something raw, reverent. Like he was worshipping every inch of you just by being there. Just by staying.
He brushed his thumb over your cheek, the pad of it catching on the slight swell of your bottom lip. âYou donât have to be ready..â he murmured, voice low and honest. âNot for that. Not for anything you're not sure about. But if you ever areâŚâ His gaze dropped to your lips, then lowerâto where your bodies were still joined. âJust say the word, and Iâll give you everything.â
You whimpered, the sound caught somewhere between need and awe. Your hips shifted instinctively, a silent plea for more, even if your body was already spent and trembling.
The heat hadnât left youâit only simmered lower, deeper, curling in your belly like a secret promise.
And he felt it. Of course he did. The faint movement. The soft squeeze of your walls around him. The way your eyes silently begged.
âStill not done with me?â he asked, teasing but gentle. âI donât think Iâll ever be done with you.â you breathed, your fingers threading into the damp strands of his hair.
âI want you to ruin me, Ken. Again. Slowly this time.â
âThen weâll take our time.â
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ceo!nanami x reader ⢠nsfw
thinking of ceo!nanami taking you on a business trip with him and absolutely pounding you into the mattress of the hotel.
heâs letting off steam after an annoyingly strenuous day of meetings, and youâre so completely submerged into your pleasure you canât tell how loud youâre being.
your next door neighbor slams their fist on the wall to tell you to lower your volume and have some decorum but youâre too far gone to hear it over your own moans and the sound of your ass slamming into your husbandâs hips.
but he can hear it loud and clear and it pisses him off. it makes him glance up at the wall for a split second before defiance takes over. he slaps your ass, knowing it makes you even louder, smirking when your voice echoes through the walls.
he starts going harder and faster, mouth open as he focuses on you, gripping your waist tighter and growling as he fucks you.
âthatâs it honey- fuck. oh you take it so well, god. let me hear you.â
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a little sweet treat ! ( ft jjk men )
synopsis : surprising your bf by wearing a panty with his name on it <3
content warnings : NSFW 18+ ( viewer discretion advised ), fingering, pussy eating, dirty talking, teasing, praise, pet names, slight dom / sub (ft toji), spanking, penetration, doggy style and riding, dominant Sukuna <3
nanami
he wouldnât notice at first, only notice you are wearing one of his shirts that covers most of you, and when you are kissing him a hello, whispering sweet suggestive nothings is when heâll dig into the cloth of the shirt raising it up to your waist and see the soft blue panty with the letters ânanamiâsâ on it.
the lettering would be in a glittery silver and god would the sight of it make him go crazy. heâd tease you about it at first watching you fluster against him. but the teasing never lasts long with your husband for heâll have you spread on the couch, not even to the bedroom because he needs to be between your legs immediately.
âF-fuckâŚâ you whimpered, your fingers caress the back of Kentoâs neck and your legs that sit on his shoulders shake. the way his tongue laps at your pussy, as if heâs been starved all his life makes your eyes roll back and your mind foggy. âI-Iâm close.â
You attempt to push his head away to avoid cumming on his face, but he grabs your wrist and remains in place. âLet me taste you, darling.â
toji
the second he sees you enter the kitchen with nothing but panties (which was not uncommon) with his names on the back of it in velvet lettering, he immediately pounces on you. he teases you for a while, gently rubbing his fingers at the cloth knowing itâs what will get you started.
âdirty girlâ heâll call you, biting your ear lobe, and push the panties to the side to tease your soaked entrance. he would be so cocky talking about how your cunt was his and will only be his, as you whimper into his shoulder grinding yourself onto his fingers.
âa-ahh, tojiâ you whimpered his fingers thrusting deep inside of you. you keep pressing your body into his hand, his fingers stretching you open and despite the immense pleasure you crave for his cock. âp-pleaseâŚâ
âtwo isnât enough for you princess?â he asks, before slipping a third finger unexpectedly and you jolt at the presence. you begin moaning incoherent words and he makes your neck with his teeth and tongue. it was going to be a very long morning for the two of you.
sukuna
at first there is no initial reaction and you feel as though you embarrassed yourself until it takes two minutes to get you from the first floor and up into the second floor into the bedroom you two share, with you on all fours; panties pushed to the side so that he can still see his name on the cloth, while his hands are glued to your waist and pounding deep into you.
your face is deep into a pillow, breasts hard and needy, and you are gripping tight onto the sheets as the pleasure is all so intense you canât even think straight. moaning was out of question for you were screaming his name, and the sounds of his balls smacking against your clit.
âwhose pussy is this?â you can hear him growl from behind you and your let out a pleasuring scream.
âyours, yours, yours!â you moan, and another moan falls loose as he slightly adjusts you so that his cock hits deeper and deeper. his nails are digging into your waist, the way his cock is hitting every spot and beyond, you swear all you can see is galaxies now. your pussy has never felt such grand pleasure and you tell yourself nothing will ever compete to this.
choso
your boyfriend almost looses it when he sees that you sit on his lap, in nothing but red panty that reads his name in gold. his face turns into a red shade as his hands shaking, grab at your waist. at first the two you grind into one another but that doesnât compete ro the direction and satisfaction either of you will have when he is in you.
the panty rests on one of the chair and you are now bouncing on your boyfriends cock. your breasts are flying in every direction and he watches with such romance, nibbling softly at your neck as you yelp his name.
âfuck chosoâ you whimper and he moans in response as you continue to ride his dick. the way every inch of him satisfies you makes you want to lose your mind and stay doing this forever.
by how many times the two of you fuck you feel as though your pussy grew accustomed to him and only him. anytime you got tired he would take control and slam himself deep inside of you until you were ready for control again and god the gesture alone would make you squirt.
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TWITTER LINKS JJK !

â cw : nsfw twt links w your favorite jjk men. afab reader. minors do not interact. have your age visible on your blog.
TOJI FUSHIGURO
will it fit?
he loves playing with ur sweet and sensitive pussy
size kink
KENTO NANAMI
gentle fingering
he loves to eat you out
riding his thigh
CHOSO KAMO
heâs so sensitive
loves to worship you
doesnât admit it but loves teasing
GETO SUGURU
long nights in his room when no oneâs around
youâre his good girl
this is soo geto listen to the way he moans
٠࣪â Š kkageyamx 2025 all right reserved. you may not copy, reproduce, modify, create derivative works, or translate what i write.
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You didn't expect the strange situation you were in with your boyfriend and his teammates to progress further than it already had. Simon would send videos and images of you during sex to the men he trusted with his life, you got an ego boost from the desperate praise from said men. Everything was good.
And yet, one day when you were on your lunch break, waiting for your name to be called at the cafe, your phone dinged.
You were slightly confused, assuming it was Simon despite that he rarely messages you while he's on base.
But when you opened your phone, it was a group chat.
And not a new one, no. Because as you scrolled up, you saw videos of you that Simon had sent. And some familiar text messages from Simons teammates.
Your phone dinged again and you were at the bottom of the chat once more. Only to see an image of Johnnys hard dick.
"Christ, Soap. Do we all have to see that?" Price messaged.
"Couldn't help myself. Got excited to see that Bonnie lass finally got added after Simons been edging us for months about it" Johnny responded.
"Don't word it like that, Soap." Simon messaged.
The short conversation between the three heavily amused you. Making you giggle under your breath.
Once you returned to your office building with your treat from the cafe, you put the small paper bag on your desk before going to the bathroom.
You scoped out the place, making sure no one else was in there. Before you quickly unbuttoned your blouse and took a photo of the lace bra you had on. Suddenly thankful it was wash day for your favourite comfy bras.
Almost as soon as it was sent, a flood of messages from all four men came through. Clearly all salivating at the image.
That's how it went for a while, too. You'd started sending pictures of your tits, cunt, a few of your hand (or Simons) under your panties.
It definitely inflated your ego. And you now loved getting demands from the men. You should feel disgusted by them, but reading a text from Price saying "show cunt", with the following messages of his men agreeing and begging for it...Yeah you weren't disgusted. It only made you throb.
Your favourite was when they would send voice messages after one of your pretty photos. Grunts and the slick sound of their hand stroking themselves raw.
You've even gotten a video or two from Simon and Price of Kyle and Johnny sat next to each other as they tug each others cocks, staring at the video you'd just sent of you touching yourself.
And at the end of every week, after the last meeting of the day on base, Price would dismiss everyone but his favourite three. Switching the presentation to the more personal one. Where they go through all the images and videos you and Simon had sent during the week. More often than not, cocks in hand as Simon described how you tasted and felt like. How you sounded.
And if the boys had been good that week, they all got a pair of soaked panties to take home.
Adding you to the group chat was definitely the right idea.
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bunny hybrid!boyfriend who can't help fuck his cum back into you right after you've come. breeding bunny boy who needs you to cockwarm him, just so he can inpregnant you. bunny!boyfriend who feels his one and only purpose is to give you all the kids you could possibly dream of.
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Bunny Teasing her Minotaur
Pairing: Minotaur x fem bunny reader
Summary: you tease your Minotaur boyfriend while he is on a business call. He teases you back
Warnings: minors don't interact, 18+!!!!, explicit smut, oral (fem receiving), p in v sex, big đ, lots đŚ.
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It was a quiet evening, save for the sounds of your boyfriend talking on the phone. He was sitting at his desk, focused on his call. And you lounged quietly on the plush sofa opposite his desk. His tall, powerful form was relaxed, his free hand playing with a nearby pen. His deep voice echoed through the room as he discussed company figures and strategies. You watched him, your eyes tracing his broad chest and his firm expression.
The day had been boring and he had been focused on work calls for hours. He was supposed to rest and spend some time with you. An idea sparked in your mind, heat stirring within you at what you were about to do.
Shifting on your seat, you sat with your thighs spread open; you wore nothing but an oversized hoodie of your boyfriendâs. Innocently, you slid your hands down your sides, between your legs and began to fondle your pussy. You opened your outer labia, exposed your entranceâ
A hand slammed hard on the desk.
You jerked a little, a small smile on your lips. Your minotaur had taken notice of your mischief.
Indeed, he was watching you intensely, his brows furrowed.
Hiding a big grin, you continued the show, your fingers tracing your slit then up the bud of your clit. There you whined a little. And he did, too. His eyes were dark with desire, but he quickly cleared his throat and returned his attention to the call, his voice strict as he continued to speak. You thrust a finger into your pussy and then you heard a low growl.
âI have to hung up. Iâll review the documents and get back to you,â he said, his voice clipped. He ended the call and tossed the phone aside.
Your heart thundered when his eyes locked on you, his nostrils flared. You spread your legs wider, giving him a better view. You added a second finger inside your now drenched pussy, pumping them with deliberate slowness, showing off your slickness and puffy cunt.
In an heartbeat, he stood up, kneeling in front of you, eyes on your pussy.
âYou want to play, bunny? Hm?â he growled, his large hands gripping your wrists and suckling your juices off your fingers.
âI was feeling lonely so I treated myself,â you said breathlessly. âSince you were too busy.â
His rough fingers traced your ears, a predatory smile spreading across his face. âIâm never too busy to fuck my bunny."
With practiced skill, he removed the hoodie from your body, your smooth body completely exposed beneath him. His hands kneaded your pert breasts, tongue flicking your swollen nipples. You arched and sought more friction but he stayed there, devouring your breasts, his tongue leaving red marks all over your chest.
It was blissful torture. Sweet torment.
His touches traveled low, leaving wet trails on your soft belly and into your bellybutton. Hands gripping under your ass, he brought you closer, draping your legs over his wide shoulders. His breath teased your folds before he buried his face in your pussy. You thrashed and wiggled but he kept you open to his shameless prodding, his tongue licking up your essence, his nose rubbing your clit.
âKeep your pretty cunt open for me,â he ordered bringing your fingers down to part the lips of your pussy.
Dazedly, you did that, drawing apart your outer labia and almost immediately a whimper left you when he licked a thick stripe up your pussy. He was relentless and you trembled, your fingers shaking, no longer baring your pussy to him.
âI said keep yourself open for me,â he ordered again, taking your hand and bringing it back down your folds.
With a soft nod, you obeyed, fingers opening your folds for him to devour. Time lost meaning as he circled your clit with the tip of his tongue then sucked at it. You squirmed, trying to get away but he kept his hold firm around you while he prodded your entrance, his tongue teasing you, but never quite dipping in.
He made you go breathier and breathier.
Suckling, teasing, prodding with his tongue. But never giving you what you craved. He always stopped when he sensed your orgasm building.
âPlâŚease,â you whimpered, your body trembling with need. âPleaseâ hnnânâŚ. need you.â
âI want you to writhe and soak my face with your juicy cunt,â he said, his voice a low rumble. âYou will not cum until Iâm satisfied.â
And indeed you didnât. He pleasured you but only to a point. He always drew back just in the nick of time. Restless and impatient you succumbed to him while he had his way with you. You very nearly sobbed and tugged impatiently at his shoulders.
âTooâŚmhh⌠too much!â
âThat will teach your slutty pussy not to tease me again.â
âSorry, baby,â you muttered, your eyes red and misty. âWanted you so muchâand you were so busyââ
âMy little bunny wanted attention?â He drew back, his eyes sad. âThen I am to blame. Come little one. Your mate will give you what you need.â
And with that, he bent back down and began to suckle your poor clit in his warm mouth. This time he didnât stop. His thumb added to the play and at the mere touch against your pussy, you came with a blissful cry, your whole body shaking, tears of joy at your eyes. It was the strongest, most intense orgasm and you rode it gratefully, his vibrating moans spurring you on.
You barely registered when he shifted, his pants were unfastened and his hard cock pulsed between your legs. Without a word, he thrust powerfully inside you and you cried out, hugging him tightly as he filled you to the brim. His veined shaft kissed your depths, fucking you fast and deep. The force of his slams made you see stars. You matched his movements, buckling and arching, your bodies moving in perfect harmony.
The room echoed with the sounds of you fuckingâ wet slaps, your moans and his growls.
Blindly, his lips captured yours and you tasted yourself in his sloppy demanding kiss. Your tongues brushed and tangled as both your pleasure rose higher and higher. You climaxed together, an explosion of sensations for both of you. He cried out your name as you milked his cock, a roar of satisfaction escaping his lips as he filled you with buckets of his seed.
âWell fucked and seed marked,â he drawled, his touch gentle as he stroked your ears, each movement making you melt further into his embrace.
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Cockwarming Minotaur PART 2: Movie Night
This series started from this imagine of mine.
Pairing: Minotaur x f!human reader
Summary: you and Balen spend a quiet night together. He is gloriously naked and you have that urge to take his dick in your mouth. Your Minotaur is even more demanding.
Warnings: minors don't interact, 18+!!!!, monster smut, Minotaur hugeđ, oral(male receiving), cÎżckwarming, lots of come. Donât like, donât read please.
This is part of the âCockwarming Minotaurâ series. Find all the parts here.

It was a quiet night. The full moon hung up in the sky, its rays filtering through the thin curtains. The bedroom was dimly lit, the TV playing in the background. Your minotaur boyfriend Balen was resting on the bed against the headboard, hands behind his head as he watched TV. He was naked, every part of him exposed. His massive frame made the bed appear small. His muscles rippled and his eyes burned with desire. As naked as he, you were lying sideways on his hairy thigh cradling his thick cock in your palms nowhere interested in watching the screen.
You had a much better alternative.
Balenâs massive shaft stood proud and pulsing, the head leaking precum. You loved his cock; it was huge and filled with veins, the scent of his musk intoxicating. Mouth watering, you licked your lips and placed your hands on his thighs. Slowly, you closed your lips around the wide cockhead, tongue swirling around it, tasting the salty pre-cum that had gathered there. Your boyfriend moaned, his powerful muscles tensing beneath your touch.
âS-slow, slowâŚhnâŚâ Balen rumbled, his large hand cradling the back of your head. âOr this will end sooner than we both expect.â
âButâŚhmp⌠I want to devour you.â
He chuckled at that. âLater. For now I want your warm and wet mouth around my cock while I watch TV.â
âFine, you horny Minotaur,â you whispered teasingly kissing his balls. âIâll warm your cock for as long as you like.â
Angling your head, you returned to his perfect dick and took him deeper, inch by inch, feeling the stretch in your jaw. Balen groaned, hips thrusting lightly against you. No matter how much youâd tried, you could only accept just one third of his shaft. He was too long and thick to accommodate. The tip of his cock kissed the back of your throat and you swallowed, gagging slightly at the fullness.
âThatâs it, little mate,â he growled, his voice husky and thick with lust. âHow good you take me. So good⌠hnnâŚâ
Your hands wrapped around the part of his cock you couldnât fit in your mouth and he groaned pleasurable, his large hand cradling the back of your head, keeping you there. You caressed and cupped his swollen balls as you tried to take him deeper, despite the tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. You were cockdrunk, having him so deep in your mouth sent tingles to your belly, making you incredibly wet for him.
You stayed there, cockwarming him with your mouth and at some points, Balen would gently guide you to pull off his cock with a slick sound so you could breathe properly. Meanwhile, you peppered kitten licks on the leaking cockhead and all over his sac, feeling the weight of his huge round balls in your small palms that almost overflowed with them.
You filled your mouth with him again, his cock stretching your lips. The feeling of his shaft filling your mouth, the taste of him, the way his heavy balls rested against your jaw made you all the more determined. So you stayed there, his cock down your throat without pulling out an inch.Â
âFuâuhnnnâŚck, youâre amazing,â he sighed, his breathing strained. âWarming your mateâs cock, such a good mate.â
You pulled back to breathe, and he caressed your face, his fingers wiping away the drool that had gathered at the corners of your lips. Then with a gentle nudge of his hips, his cock filed your mouth again. Balen threaded his fingers through your hair, then drew you back, watching the string of saliva connected from your lips to the swollen head of his shaft before thrusting you back down to swallow his cock. He did it again and again, watching at you, his eyes gleaming with lust.
âPretty mate,â you heard him say throatily.
âBalenâŚhmnnp,â you could hardly speak with the throbbing minotaur cock in your mouth.
âWhat is it, love?â Balen asked, guiding you off his cock.
You took a sharp breath. Your cheeks were flushed, your lips swollen. âI wish I could take all of your cock.â
His mouth formed an adoring smile. âYou are perfect the way you are. I love you.â
âLove you, too,â you said, licking blatantly a stripe from base to the tip of the cock. Your mouth took him in again, and he let out growl of satisfaction that vibrated through you.
âThatâs it, pretty girl. Take it all,â he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
Relaxing your throat, you took him as deep as you could, your hands cradling the rest of his cock like an anchor.
You were aware of Balen moving. He reached out with his free hand and grabbed his phone.
âGods, you look so beautiful with my dick in your mouth,â he said as he snapped picture after picture. âYour lips stretched, throat full of me⌠perfect.â
Balen took pictures of you in various angles, groaning at the sight of you. He did that often, he had a full album of indecent photos of you both doing unhinged things that were of course, for his eyes only. You stayed obedient, nursing his cock. With his dick in your mouth, you felt powerful â and a little cockdrunk, your mind hazy with lust.
You wanted him begging and out of control.
So you started pumping him, placing soft, kitten-like licks on the cockhead before diving down on his shaft, so deep that the depth made you gag, tears spilling down your cheeks. Still, you didnât stop.
With each second you deepthroated him and each tempting swirl of your tongue, Balenâs breathing grew more and more ragged. His thighs quivered, his hairy chest heaving. His cock pulsed in your mouth, the salty pre-cum increasing. You moaned around his length; his moans sent shivers through your own body.
âAnnn⌠closeâagh⌠Iâm close,â he groaned, his hips moving in small, desperate thrusts. âYouâre gonna make me cum.â
âWant youâmmpffââ you breathed, tongue licking a vein from the base to tip. âWant you to feed me your cum.â
âSwallow it all, mate. Want you to swallow everyâ drop.â
The words sent a torrent of heat through you so you sucked him harder, tongue working feverishly. Your vision blurred, but all that mattered was Balen. He shuddered hard and tensed to stop his hips from thrusting into your mouth, his cock twitching violently in your mouth. He groaned, clutching the sheets, tearing them as he shot hot, thick ropes of his cum inside your throat.
Fondling his balls, you swallowed fervently.
It was too much but you didnât want to waste a drop, you wanted his taste across your tongue and down your tummy. He rode his orgasm for what felt like minutes and when he finally pulled out of your mouth, youâd sucked him dry. No cum spilled. Your chest was heaving, your lips swollen, your throat sore. But it was all worth it because Balen had that dreamy look on his handsome bullface that was worth everything.
Cradling your head gently, he kissed you in his own unique way, thrusting his tongue in your mouth, tasting his seed everywhere. His fingers brushed away your tears as he whispered how precious you were and how much he loved you. Then, he went to the kitchen to bring you a bottle of water and helped you take a few sips.
âThank you, little mate. That was incredibleâ no more than incredible,â he drawled. âAnd I shall reward you for it.â
âBalen you donât have to reward me. I wanted to suck youââ
âAnd I want to worship your pretty pussy till morning. I want you to writhe and clench around my tongue, your thighs squeezing my head.â
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Monster lover that gets personally offended when they ask you to sit on their face and you hover.
When you say you just donât want to crush them, it just makes it worse.
âWHAT DO YOU MEAN CRUSH ME? YOU THINK I AM FRAGILE AND WEAK?!?!â
After using their strong arms to pull you down onto their face they make you gush on their tongue. They then spend the next few hours showing you just how strong they are by holding you in their arms and bouncing you up and down on their cock, manhandling you into any position they want, and making you take everything they give you.
By the end you are exhausted and on the brink of passing out and they are still muttering under their breath about a human insinuating that they are weak.
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Monster Boyfriendâs Favorite Place To Cum
Warnings: sex, knotting, oral, size kink, anal
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Ghost Boyfriend loves cumming on your tits; he especially loves seeing it drip off your nipples. He will literally spend an extra ten minutes playing with your tits once done, massaging his cum into your breasts.
Werewolf boyfriendâs favorite place to cum is pretty predictable. He loves cumming in your pussy and knotting you to keep it locked inside. His absolute favorite is when he gets you in the perfect position, the tip of his cock nudging your cervix as he knots you. Loves the feeling of cumming directly in your womb.
Demon boyfriend loves cumming down your throat, not in your mouth (although he loves that too), but entirely down your throat. He has your nose pressed up to his pelvis as his cock sits hot and heavy down your throat. You look up at him with tears in your eyes as he shoots rope after rope of hot cum straight down your throat.
Gnoll Boyfriend is completely feral every time he fucks you. He cums in your pussy every time. He will never pull out of your warm wet cunt, fucking into you deep and hard until you both cum over and over again. It only stops once you finally succumb to your exhaustion and pass out.
Dragon Boyfriend Option 1. Dragon boyfriend that is larger than you but not so large that itâs obscene. He enjoys cumming all over your ass, loving the way he can then continue fucking you and watch your glistening cheeks jiggle for him.
Dragon Boyfriend Option 2. Dragon boyfriend that is much larger than you. His cock wonât fit inside you, so he fucks you with his tongue over and over until you are fucked stupid. When itâs his turn, he holds you in his claw and rubs your body up and down his massive cock, using you to jerk himself off. He loves cumming all over your body, producing so much cum that you are practically covered from head to toe. The sight alone has him ready to go again, your wet and sticky body gliding effortlessly along his ribbed shaft, clit catching on the ridges on each stroke.
Spider Hybrid Boyfriend keeps you pinned down with his webs for hours as he works meticulously to fill each and every one of your holes. He fucks your mouth like a fleshlight, laughing as your try with all your might to squeeze your thighs together, trying to get any stimulation to your poor clit, but his webs keep your legs spread wide. He then moves to filling your pussy, making sure that hole is sufficiently dripping before moving to your tight ass. He works you open, teasing you as each thrust in your ass causes your pussy to squirt out his cum, meaning heâll just need to fuck and fill you again.
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Werewolf boyfriend who just has to have his knot in you every day.
He starts ripping through your clothes as soon as you walk through the door because he's so ready to be inside you. He just had you bent over the bathroom sink this morning and made you late for work, but he's biting off your panties and lapping at your cunt like he's needed you for weeks.
Loves how wet you get with every little grunt and growl he lets out as you're riding him until the fur around his navel and thighs is soaked with you. One huge, clawed hand has a tight grip around your middle to keep you from squirming while he fucks his knot up into you.
If you're feeling tired he's giving you the most pathetic puppy eyes and no he doesn't even feel embarrassed about begging because fuck he just needs to have you squeezing around his cock while he breeds you please please please...
Wants you flat on your tummy for your comfort and so he can press you deeper into the mattress every time he sinks into you. He has both your hands wrapped completely in one of his and pinned above your head when he pushes his knot in so slowly, almost cumming again from the way you're whimpering and crying into the sheets.
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Monster boyfriend who is a bit too possessive. Monster boyfriend who insists on putting down your panties and coming over them before going out in public. He jerks off rubbing his tip against your sensitive clit until you are panting, just to let you hanging as he comes and pulls your panties back up. He says he feels better when he knows youâd smell like him, so everyone will know who you belong to. You have to endure the uncomfortable sticky feeling, your wet pussy and, on top of it, his constant teasing. By the time you get back home, you are more than ready to bend over any surface and get pounded into oblivion. (Which he obviously complies with).
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