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tw; piss.

his wallpaper pic is you sitting on his face after pissing in his mouth. a little red and slightly sleepy, sucking on your vulva, your wetness, as if he could relax it even more, the tip of his nose dragging leisurely against you, hands holding you in place around your thighs. he sucks sloppily, slowly and wetly, his soft tongue slipping in and out of you at times, trailing along your folds, whimpering, he can stay there forever.

yuuta, megumi & yuuji coded.

[ckaulitzz]

bro me and who 💔💔💔

“my wife” ft. nanami kento

in which the married man nanami kento cannot stop using every single excuse to call you his wife. he just can’t help it, it sounds really nice.

at the bakery, instead of looking for it he went to the counter to ask, “excuse me, do you have whole wheat bread? my wife prefers that over the plain one.” was there a reason for him to mention you? nope. is he going to to it again? absolutely.

he now brings home cooked lunch to work. the man who usually dreads the small talk from his coworkers now becomes quite eager when they notice the bento and asked him about it. “my lunch looks great? thank you. my wife cooked this for me.”

or when it’s after hours and there’s random talk amongst the workers such as places to visit on vacation. “these are really good recommendations, i’ll have to visit them with my wife if i have the chance.”

when he’s on grocery shop duty after work when you asked him to buy something from the market. kento tasted the one of the sample food and perked up, for two reasons. reason one is that he finds something you’d like, second reason, “where can i find more of this? my wife would love this.”

when a random stranger flirts with him and he didn’t miss a beat to say, “ah, you find me charming? thank you, my wife would agree.”

his phone would ring while he’s occupied in a work discussion and he had the slightest smile on his face as he stood up, “excuse me, my wife is calling.”

the way he always tried to insert you in every conversation even if the topic barely correlates to you. “i seriously almost drowned that day, the beach can be really dangerous,” one of his coworker said, finishing a story. and who would be able to know why kento felt the need to say, “my wife quite likes the beach.”

even in front of mutual friends such as gojo, as he knew the both of you back from high school days. “let me ask my wife first if she wants to come.” oh now it’s gojo’s turn to roll his eyes after so many years he has tormented the blond man with his antics. “you know that i know ‘your wife’ right? that she’s my friend too?” nanami looked at him, “what’s your point?” he deadpanned.

on the most random time of the day, his mind wandered to you as always. “i miss my wife.”

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guys i think he has a wife

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i wanna make him a father 🤤

the only drawback to making kento a father is the lack of 'alone time' you now get.

he was made to be a dad, there’s no doubt about it. he’s the perfect contender, stern but patient and understanding and so infatuated with fatherhood that you almost don’t mind the nightly interruptions.

almost. the sound of little padding footsteps leading up to your closed bedroom door gives you a trauma response now. how your husband can hold himself above you, inches away from dipping inside your sweet center, and still remain kind-eyed and cheery when your daughter starts banging on the shut door to be let in is beyond you.

he's a good man. you hate him for it.

maybe you just need sex. you've been deprived of your husband's body for so long that you're going stir crazy, in a sense. he did marry you with a vow of servitude, after all.

thank god for takuma and his wide eyes. he looks like a deer in headlights as he stands at your front door, a huge bag of toys and snacks and just-in-case diapers in one hand and your daughters tiny hand wrapped around two fingers of his other hand. she beams up at uncle ino, ready to spend a night away from home (and get unreasonably spoilt in the process).

"no snacks after her teeth are brushed. and she's developed a penchant for climbing—don't let her do that. and if she comes home with even a mark, ino, i will be breaking each and every last one of your bones, starting with the toes and moving upwards until i reach your—"

"i think he gets the point, love," you place a gentle hand on your husbands tense bicep. "please stop threatening to snap takuma's bones."

ino, who is probably going over his last will and testament in his head, forces a grin. "loud and clear, she's safe with me."

"mhm," your husband can only eye him for so long before your daughter is tugging uncle ino away and leaving the two of you in the foyer.

finally alone. just you, your husband, and his teething paranoia. he's darting to the front window and peeking through it like a yappy dog would as their owner leaves. it’s cute. you feel bad for the future-teenage version of your daughter, who will have to deal with a man like kento nanami as her father. but now she’s just a baby and in the safe (albeit shaky) care of uncle ino, and you are vying for an orgasm or six.

“ken, honey."

his eyes are stuck outside.

"kento."

still stuck. you never thought the other woman would be sporting butterfly clips and drool as a statement piece.

"oh my fucking god kento nanami if you do not fuck me right now i will take that little sword of yours and stick it so far up your— oh hi."

he's standing in front of you before you know it, with your face held firmly in his hands and an awfully stern look on his face.

"my love," he drags his thumb from your cheek, down to your bottom lip. "first of all, i have every intention of ravaging you until you're so full of me that you don't have the mind to beg for more. and second, it's more of a cleaver than a sword."

"okay nerd," you pull your man into a deep kiss, one much more intimate than you've been allowing yourself of late. kento takes the lead easily, slipping his tongue past your lips in a way he'd never dare to do over the breakfast table.

before you can register your movements, the two of you are stumbling like drunk teens up to your bedroom, a garment of clothing lost with each step to the door. you loosen your husbands tie and drop it to the ground, and he manages to unclasp your bra just as his back hits the bed and you're falling on top of him in a mess of gross kisses and shared laughter.

it's sweet, until kento tires of the homely teasing and flips you over to press his heavy body (and even heavier cock, it seems) against yourself. your legs part naturally, as they will ever do for the man you love, and kento trails kiss after kiss from your neck all the way down to the dripping mess of your cunt.

when he latches his lips to your clit you gasp and shoot your hand down to his hair. he loves it being pulled, admitted to you after a drink too many that he finds in degrading in a way that is only pleasurable coming from you: he's sensitive to that sort of stuff, so you tug lightly at his blond locks until your fingers snag against something hard.

"what's in your hair?" you manage between moans as ken savours his most favourite meal.

he pulls away for a second, resting his cheek against your parted (and already shaky) thigh as you comb through his hair with your fingers once more and pullout not one, but two hot pink butterfly clips that you were looking for only this morning.

"oh," your husband smiles when he sees them. "i got a princess makeover last night. i stopped her before she could go looking for makeup but she did manage to find those."

"they suit you," you smile, and clip them back into his hair. it look silly, but it keeps his hair from sticking to his forehead in the heat of things, so you look past the glitter. "you're a good dad, you know?"

kento presses a kiss to your clit, which has your breath hitch in your throat, before rising up to climb over you once again. his cock is heavy and pulsing with heat as it rests against you, but ken denies himself for a moment in favour of pressing a very sweet kiss to your lips. you can taste yourself on his smile.

"thank you for making me a dad," he kisses your cheek next, and then your forehead. "and thank you for everything else you have given me in our marriage."

"all those orgasms..." you muse, which earns you a small laugh from your lover.

"oh indeed," he reaches down and lines himself up with you. "you always know just how to set the mood. very sentimental, you are."

"it's what you married me for," you lift your hips a little to help your husband in. "isn't it? you just love the way i—oh god, ken."

he pushes into you niiice and slow, feeling the way you stretch around him. it's been a while, so the usual ache of accommodating his unfair size is more of a burn this time through, but kento's lips against your neck are a nice distraction. he's slow and sweet and so in love with you that you can feel it in the way he fills you up. or maybe you're just delusional from the dick.

"love the way you feel," he finishes your sentence. drawing his hips back only a little to get you used to his movements, he presses his next kiss to your shoulder. "love the way you look."

"you don't need to flatter me. you're already inside of me."

kento bites the skin of your shoulder and picks up the pace to really start fucking you. "love the way you can take a compliment without being a smartass about it."

"god, kento," you can only manage a few words before he's adjusting his thrusts to brush against your g spot with each movement in and out. "it's so much."

"i love how well you take me," he goes on. "i love your heart. and i love your body. and i love your idiotic jokes. and i love how you smell."

"ken..."

"and i love—" kento runs a hand down your left arm to take your hand in his, bringing your knuckles up to his lips before pressing a long kiss to your wedding band "—how i'm all yours."

not his, yours. he's made it very clear since your first date (which was more of a study-situation than anything, that he is all yours. your property. your lover. your shoulder to cry on and your life partner and the man who would burn down cities for you and your kid.

and the only man who could fill you this deep and still be romantic about it. he fucks you like that until your legs are locked around his waist and you're begging him to fill you up with his load.

and of course he obliges, because anything you ask for he will give you enthusiastically. he rubs your clit until you're blanking on your own name and cumming in beautiful synchronisation with him. kento spills deep inside of you with a breathy groan and even then still manages to fuck you through your orgasm until he's softening inside of you and you're trying ultra hard not to cry from the overwhelming love (and pleasure) you're feeling.

and as he holds himself over you, smiling down at you like he didn't just possibly breed you out again, all you can do is look up at him with teary eyes and laugh at the ridiculous pink butterfly clips on his head.

"you're so pretty," you giggle, reaching up between your sweaty bodies to tap on the clips. "my manly husband."

"god," he groans, dropping his head down to your chest. you laugh some more, now with an even better view of his accessories, until he steals your laughter altogether with a sharp bite to your nipple.

"ow, fuck! that is not how a princess behaves."

"you are going to be the death of me."

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filthy 1am thoughts (04)

just your boyfriend(s)— aka jjk men being pussy drunk for their girlfriend. mdni! cw: pussydrunk!jjk men, filthy bull

your man’s shoulders spread your thighs like he has been deprived of getting his hand on you, cheek pressed into your inner thigh just to feel how hard you throb when he spits on your pussy like it’s nothing.

doesn’t even bother warming you up with fingers. doesn’t bother being nice. you’re already soaked—he made sure of that twenty minutes ago when he talked about what he was gonna do.

the way he leaned down and said it slow, in that low murmur like you weren’t gonna start dripping through your underwear just from hearing it: “gonna get my whole fuckin’ face in it. right here,” he said, thumb dragging through your folds like he was clearing a path.

sure it turned you on but you’re still shy with him being so bare for you and when you tried to make an excuse, your man hit you with: “you think i care how messy it gets? c’mon, y’know want it messy.” he breathes on your hot skin. “wanna ruin you with my mouth.”

and now here he is. kneeling like it is the only will he came here to fulfill. holding your cunt open with both thumbs, just watching— no, observing you naked. for a second you think he’s teasing you but your wrong thought is cut short when his tongue is dragging up the mess like it’s syrup off a spoon. slow, heavy, filthy.

then he goes mean.

mouth clamping down like he’s starving. lips sucking your clit in tight while his tongue swirls rough circles around it—sloppy and deep like he’s fucking it with the tip of his tongue. and then both thumbs dig in. spreading you further, holding your pussy taut and pretty and open like he’s putting it on display just for himself.

“you hear how wet you are?” he says right into your cunt, lips brushing your clit when he talks. “you did this. just from me putting my mouth on you, you nasty fuckin’ thing.”

you moan—loud. too loud. that kind of noise you don’t even mean to make. it’s just what comes out when he does that flutter thing with his tongue and your thighs lock up, toes curling like your whole body’s trying to grab onto something. anything.

he doesn’t let up. not even when you’re trembling. not even when your hips start to buck.

“baby, stay still.” he pinches your thigh softly. “let me eat.” he spits a globe of spit again. lets it dribble right down the middle and then licks it back up like a pervert. like he’s obsessed which he definitely is. jaw tight, lips shiny, nose pressed in while his tongue drags every single moan out of you. he wants you dripping down his chin, messy, sobbing, twitching from how good it is.

“gonna suck on this tight cunt ‘till you cry,” he groans into it. “then i’m gonna fuck your hole so deep you won’t remember your name, get it?” you’re almost wasted.

his tongue slows—not out of mercy, just to watch you squirm.

he leans back slightly, lips shiny from your juice, chin slick with spit and arousal and everything he’s worked out of you already. breath heavy. hungry eyes fixed on your twitching cunt like it just pissed him off.

“part your lips,” he demands, voice low but fierce like it’s a fucking order. “spread it open for me. i wanna see it.”

your shaky fingers move on instinct, reaching down to obey. you hook your fingers under your folds, pulling yourself wide, and he groans low in his chest like it hurts to see you like this. so wet. so raw. clit swollen and twitching from the attention he’s given it—and now, exposed like this, it’s almost too much. it should be too much.

but then he leans in again, and your whole spine arches like it’s bracing for impact. he doesn’t start with his tongue this time.

no. he starts with his nose.

just brushes it up the slit slow, deliberately letting it nudge your clit—bump, bump, bump—like he’s testing your reaction. like he’s marking time with the softest part of him while your legs flinch and your stomach pulls tight from the overstimulation.

“look at this greedy little thing,” he murmurs, voice warm and dark against your cunt. “swollen like she’s beggin’ me to hurt her.”

then he flicks his tongue out—sideways, not up. not gentle. your thighs clamp down again.

“don’t fuckin’ close up now,” he growls, annoyed slap getting delivered to the inside of your thigh hard enough to sting. “i said open.”

you do. because you have to and this shit feels so good.

your boyfriend sucks your clit back into his mouth again, lips plush and tight around it, and just holds it there. tongue flicking back and forth underneath like a motor, side to side, building that high-pitched pressure that makes your whole lower body feel electric. and just as you’re about to go—

he slides one finger in, “fuuuuck.” he mouths, watching you stretch then adds another.

then—fuck—a third.

all in one go. deep. curling them inside you like a ‘c’mere’ sign. he knows exactly where to press and he does. his fingers are thick, deliberate, merciless. your walls clamp down, a slippery squeeze that makes his groan vibrate through your clit.

“tight as fuck,” he growls into you, barely able to talk through the wet suction of his mouth. “look at you. all stretched open and still tryna suck me in like you’re starving.”

his wrist moves faster. three fingers fucking in and out of you with obscene speed, knuckles wet, palm slapping against your cunt. he’s feeding your pussy the sound of it—squelch, squelch, squelch—and every time he presses up into that spot, every time he sucks on your clit at the same time, you swear your vision whites out.

“you feel that?” he pants. “that’s me fucking you with my hand. stuffing you like you’re made to take it. this hole’s so good i’m about to lose my fucking mind.”

you moan something incoherent—can’t even tell if it’s his name or just sound—and your hips try to run from it, but he just growls low and hooks one arm under your thigh, dragging you right back down to the base of his wrist.

“don’t fuckin’ run,” he says, licking a wide stripe up your pussy like a punishment. “take it.”

and like a good girlfriend, you will. you have to.

your legs are shaking.

trembling like you’re being exorcised, like something holy and terrifying is ripping through your core and trying to claw its way out. you’re babbling—words, moans, curses, all mangled into one long, wrecked sound while his mouth stays latched onto your clit like he’s feeding from it.

and his fingers— god, his fingers.

three thick digits fucking into you like he’s digging for something deeper, pumping in and curling like they’re sculpting you from the inside out. it’s fast. rough. deliberate. every drag of his palm over your soaked entrance sends another wave of heat crashing up your spine.

“you’re close,” he says into your cunt, voice tight and wet and vibrating directly into your clit. “tightening on me and shit, so proud of you.”

your thighs are twitching.

your belly’s clenching.

your whole body’s bucking off the bed like you’re being shocked. and he just laughs, this low, mean sound that makes your stomach drop—because he knows. knows what’s coming. knows exactly what he’s doing to you.

“yeah, baby, that’s it,” he groans, sucking your clit hard while his fingers slam into you. “give it to me. i want it.”

your vision goes white.

your hips lift off the bed.

and then it happens.

your cunt grip down like a vice—and your whole body seizes up, thighs locking around his head as you squirt all over his face. gushes. hot and fast, soaking him down to the jaw, running in messy rivulets down his neck and chin.

he doesn’t flinch.

doesn’t pull away.

doesn’t even slow down.

“fuck, there it is,” he grunts, filthy and proud, lapping it up like he’s dying of thirst. “so sweet when you let go like that. look at this mess you made on my face. you fuckin’ animal.” you would’ve playfully slapped him if you were in the right state of mind.

“so good for me.” your thighs are still twitching when he finally looks up at you, lips slick, eyes dark and hooded—but soft. not hungry anymore, just… proud. reverent.

“look at you,” he murmurs, voice all low and ruined. “still shaking.”

you try to speak, but nothing really comes out. your lips part, but all you can do is breathe, jaw slack, chest rising too fast.

he leans in anyway. kisses the inside of your knee. then your hip. then drags his hands up your sides, slow and grounding, like he’s trying to put you back together.

“you okay?” he asks, pressing his forehead to your stomach. “talk to me.”

you nod, but he doesn’t move just yet. just holds you, skin to skin, letting your body calm in his hands. his fingers trace lazy circles over your ribs, over your waist, like he’s memorizing every inch all over again.

“you were perfect,” he whispers. “every fuckin’ second.”

and even when your breath steadies, he stays right there. quiet. close. just making sure you’re still here with him.

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[ckaulitzz]

i need this man so bad

I can’t stop thinking about DILF kento who’s the best husband and father in the whole world <3

He’s always up early before work—blonde hair perfectly styled, his tie neat and snug around his neck. But his hand’s already on your ass in the kitchen while you’re trying to pour cereal for the kids. He leans in close and murmurs, “Bend over a little, sweetheart. Just like that,” as if it’s just another casual morning—which it is, in the Nanami household.

He’s so calm about it too. Nothing riles him. He could have your panties pushed to the side and rubbing little circles on your clit under the dining table while the kids are still brushing their teeth and still be checking the weather app calmly on his phone with a straight face.

He’s sooo big on discipline too, but only when you’re alone. If you’re being a tease, he’ll wait until everyone’s asleep, then bend you over the edge of the bed and say, “This is for acting out in front of the kids. Now count” and before you get anytime to protest, the loud sound of his palm colliding with the swell of your ass echos in your shared bedroom.

And Kento loves routines. Saturday morning grocery run, followed by fucking you in the backseat of his car while the groceries sweat in the trunk. Sunday night after bath time? He has you on his lap in the living room while he watches the news and the kids are staying at their grandparents house, his cock buried deep inside of you, with occasional slow little rolls of his hips every time you shift.

His aftercare is immaculate. Fuzzy robe, your favorite drink, rubbing lotion into your thighs with those big, warm hands. He says it’s so you’re not sore for the school run tomorrow—but you know he just likes taking care of what’s his.

And he definitely pulls your hand under the table at PTA meetings and makes you rub him through his slacks while he calmly discusses bake sale logistics.

He’s also very big on household rules—he enforces them. You sass him in front of the kids? You get a quiet, “We’ll talk later,” and your stomach flips. Later means he’s dragging you across his lap, voice low and calm while he pulls your panties down and says, “We don’t use that tone in this house, Darling”.

His love language is ruining you before 7 a.m. and leaving a sticky note on the fridge that says “You were perfect this morning. Don’t forget to drink water”. And he texts you at noon: “Thinking about how you looked bouncing on my cock. Proud of you, sweetheart”

The other dads are always late and tired for everything. But kento? He’s freshly shaved, in cuffed sleeves, and already made you came twice before breakfast.

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I'm not just a bitch, I'm a bitch with a backstory

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When tumblr refreshes itself and the fic I was reading fucking disappears forever 💔

I’ve been searching for a smau I was reading for three days 😔

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more dante x pizza delivery girl reader ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ✩

“Hello?” You knock again, it’s already been like five minutes. The rain is heavy, and the wind makes you hold onto the pizza box a little tighter. “Dante, you fatass, come open your fucking door!” Your fist pounds against his door harder than before, chills do down your spine when a particularly cold wind sieves through the air and through you thin uniform. His front door swings “Hey baby, you rang?” He answers his door cooly, he looks pained, clutching his bloody gauze to his side. You blink dumbly, before making a face “Don’t call me “baby” sleaze, are you okay?” You blink, watching his blood soak the rag, turning white into crimson. “Just fine.” He pulls it away, showing the skin prying itself together, muscle and ligaments reattaching. “Ew.” You dip under his arm, escaping the heavy rain. He hums happily, shutting the door, “That was kinda slutty y’know? So eager that you’re breaking and entering!” He says rather happily, you frown at that big grin. "You would know a lot about slutty wouldn't you?" You set the wet cardboard on his countertop, flipping the top open, the pizza is miraculously dry, you steal a slice and it makes him guffaw.

“You are so forward today, someone really oughta teach you manners.”

“Shut up, i’m soaked, it’s pouring out there and you made me come deliver a stupid pizza.”

“Uh-uh-uh, rain or shine, fifteen minutes or less babe.” He wags his finger in front of your nose repeating your pizzerias motto back to you, you roll your eyes and it makes his loins hot, so defiant, so bratty. "Whatever." You wave him off dismissively, he cozies up next to you, taking a nice cheesy slice of pizza, extra mushrooms thank you very much. He finishes his slice in three big bites, "I'll be right back." Dante speaks through his mouthful of chewing, boys are so gross.

For such a shit hole, he has a decent a/c, it's nice and toasty inside, the pizza helps to warm your insides back up. He comes back with a towel in hand, "Here, for your hair." He tosses it to you. "I don't want your jizz rag." You frown, tentatively holding the rag up by its edge, it is actually soft like it's fresh from the dryer. "Oh you wish." Dante raises his brow, pinching your cheek harshly.

"OW!"

"That did not hurt."

You cup your cheek, it does slightly sting "Need me to kiss it better?" He's baby talking you, already cupping your face in his hands. You don't like how...nice it feels. You bat him away feeling embarrassed now. "I have to go, before my boss thinks I'm in your basement...or something." You hop off the stool, "Basement eh? Kinky, is “or something” my bedroom? We can make that happen.” He follows you as you make your way to his door, he gets in front of you, blocking the only exit. “Quit it, i’m on the clock.” when you get all huffy he really tries hard not to stare at your tits, truly he is a gentleman, “Just say the rain held you up.” He shrugs, it sounds like a good enough excuse, “It’s like unethical they make you run around in that shit.” Dante contemplates it, maybe he shouldn’t have made you come to this side of town, he feels a little like a jerk now, He looks at your face and sighs.

“I’m sorry.”

“What for?” You ask confused, tilting your head to the side, god he wants to pet you like a puppy, warm you up on his lap, feed you treats and whatnot.

“For makin’ you come all the way over here, make you listen to my shitty jokes.”

“Oh so they are all just jokes?” You ask crossing your arms over your chest, “Well, not everything.” He says, having enough decency to be sheepish. “Lemme take you out, seriously, i’ll be the perfect gentleman, hand to god.” Dante puts his hand over his heart, it’s not an out of nowhere request, for all his quips, he really does wanna take you out, open doors for you, pull your chair out, whatever, he likes you, not just for your cute face, you make butterflies fly like wild in his stomach, make his face hot, Dante is serious. He’s looking at you pleadingly, you frown, “I’m free next Friday.” His face lights up, you shove past him, and he’s too happy to be upset about your escape. “Okay! I’ll pick you up!” He watches you pad off quickly, feeling like a schoolboy whose crush agreed to go to the prom with him. “What a woman…” He croons with a crooked smile, he doesn’t know what the hell he’s gonna do with you Friday, but he’ll make sure to treat you so sweetly that you’ll be begging for a second date. Maybe he should pick up a dating book.

dividers by @enchanthings

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rock star!dante x pop star f!reader. cw: overt age gap (20+ years), marking. banter. nsfw. | wc: 779, reading time: less than 5 minutes

“Ah ah ah, no. I have to wear that low cut thing in a coupl—shit.“

The vulgarity falls from your lips before you can even think to stop it.

Or maybe it’s actually Dante’s fault considering he’s the one drawing such expletives from you, his clear eagerness to have you in at his disposal clouding his judgment. 

Lifting his face from your chest, arms on either side of your torso. He tilts his head so charmingly for a man of his age, you could mistake him for that playful young pup that used to cover every magazine in the grocery store check out. 

“So?”

Shaking your head, you pout. 

“So…I’ll be covered in bruises.”

He shrugs, head still tilted. 

Scoffing, you furrow your brows. “Dante.”

“What? There’s still some guy out there who thinks he has a chance with you and I don’t want him to get the wrong idea.”

Uninterested in explaining himself any further, he returns to work. His stubble brushes against your jaw, those greedy lips seeking out every last bit of skin. 

”Dante,” you warn, palms pressed flat against his cotton clad chest. 

If you’re trying to get him off of you it’s a pretty half hearted attempt.

“What?” He asks, mouth returning to work before you can answer. 

Front teeth nip and leave behind their impression. Your back arches and your neck stretches, the traitorous muscles in your body yearning to lean into his every touch and what it will leave behind. 

“I’m tired of your little game of hide and seek.” He continues, palm cupping the back of your head and fingers weaving through your hair. “You aren’t even hiding anymore.”

Dante tilts your head and turns your face to his own, looking down at you with a smirk. 

“You’ve been caught, angel.”

Heat simmers in your cheeks. Your belly. Your desire-filled core. Every bit of you throbs and aches, eager for a touch you’re familiar with that still feels new every time. 

Even if you argued with him, how far would it get you? You’re in his bed, linen sheets rumpled beneath you, skirt hiked well above your belly button while his mouth renders your neck and chest a field of reddish-purple roses — a meadow of his own making. 

“I didn’t take you for the jealous type.”

It’s the best you can manage while your head swims, thighs lazily parting and falling against each other. Dante twirls a lock of your hair around his index finger, head falling back to your clavicle.

“I am.” 

He stares right at you, steel blues intense. You don’t bother to bite back the smile his response draws.

Jealous has always kind of been your type even if you like to pretend it cramps your style. 

“Over little old me?”

The man snorts, tip of his nose drawing a line from your collarbone to your throat. He lets it rest in the hollow.

“Especially over you.”

All you can do is whimper defenselessly and hum while he begins his work on your neck again. Teeth grazing your pulse. Clever tongue lapping at that hollow. 

When he feels you’ve been sufficiently driven mad, his nose traces a path toward your ear. 

“Let me remind the world you’re spoken for,” he whispers.

It sounds a little bit like a plea. You squirm, reaching to drag the hand that has rested on your hip toward your inner thigh. His index finger brushes against the cleft of your pussy.

“All that for me?”

Giggling, you let go of his hand. He continues to gently stroke through your wet folds, pausing his ministrations on your neck until you answer him. 

“Who else would it be for?”

Dante withdraws his finger, arching a brow. “What kind of answer is that?”

As hard as you’ve been trying to hide the heart you wear on your sleeve, you know he’s seen it the whole time. 

You’ve well and truly been caught. 

“It’s always just for you, Dante.” You admit, staring up at him moon-eyed. “Has been since we met.”

Pleased with your second attempt, he leans back in with a grin, placing a wet kiss right against your throat. Your cunt throbs and he’s all too eager to satiate her as well, finger returning to its prior featherlight torture. 

“Maybe I can make them shaped like a D,” he muses, mouth muffled by your skin. 

With a laugh, you reach to run your fingers through his wavy hair. 

“I’ll let the artist decide what he wants to leave behind, how about that?”

The man of your dreams looks up at you, smirking.  “You always make deals I can’t refuse.”

Just as you‘ve always envisioned him. 

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oh yes i love this

+ note: i intended this with dmc3 dante, but any version of him you desire works <33

minors dni!

dante sparda was know for his appetite. he loved pizza, he loved strawberry sundaes. but what he most loved?

your pussy.

dante could spend hours between your thighs. he would beg for a lick, "just one, please?" you both knew that it would be way more than one. but how could you ever deny him?

he was messy, but skilled. one long, flat press of his tongue up your slit, fingers parting your lips as he dips his tongue in to lap at your walls.

he couldn't get enough!! his lips would wrap around your clit, tracing shapes and his name onto the sensitive bud. anything to get you to cum, anything to slurp up all your release.

dante never settled for one orgasm from you. no, he needed more. your thighs would be coated in your slick, release, and his drool, his chin wet, a puddle soaking into the bed or couch, where ever he could get you.

your legs would be slung over his shoulders, mouth desperately making out with your cunt, like he was starved for days.

he even asked you to not shower after work. he loved your natural scent, the taste of your day on you.

dante was a hungry, sloppy man, never satisfied. he craved you. it got him off watching you fall apart under him.

or better, on top of him. he loved having you sit on his face.

that's an understatement, he needed you to sit on his face. caging his head in between your thighs, rutting your hips against his mouth, it was heaven for the man.

his eyes would close in pure ecstasy, hands keeping your hips fully seated on his face as he slurps away. he doesn't do that hovering bullshit, he needs to feel you against him, on him.

dante has no shame using his devil trigger as well, fucking you with his long tongue, hot breath against your wet flesh. it was primal, he felt almost animalistic with the way he would get.

what could he say? dante really just loved the taste of you.

©2025 spikesbunny- please do not repost/translate my works on other media sites ♡

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filthy 1am thoughts (03)

best friend’s dad!toji x fem!reader — mdni! this is basically what a horny bsf’s dad toji would do to you every time you two are togethe.

best friend’s dad!toji who spits on your pussy before sliding in just to watch you squirm. says “you like that, huh? fuckin’ messy little thing” but his thumb’s already circling your clit with the kind of pressure that makes your hips lift off the bed.

best friend’s dad!toji who grabs your chin and makes you open your mouth wide, shoving his fingers past your tongue like “you cryin’ already, baby? didn’t even stretch you yet.” and he doesn’t pull out until your eyes roll.

best friend’s dad!toji who teases your entrance with his tip for so long it hurts, holding your thighs apart like he’s got all the time in the world. “you want it? say it. beg me like a little whore.” and he doesn’t move until your voice cracks.

best friend’s dad!toji who mutters filth nonstop—“tight little cunt, fuck,”, “made to be filled up,”—but presses soft kisses between your shoulder blades like he’s trying to comfort you through every cruel, perfect stroke.

best friend’s dad!toji who grinds his hips down so hard you swear you feel him in your ribs. he palms your lower belly and rubs it slow like he’s worshiping the way you stretch around him. “see that? that’s me, sweetheart. all the way inside.”

best friend’s dad!toji who pins your wrists above your head and uses the heel of his hand to rub your clit hard and fast, grinding it down until you’re gasping, twitching, overstimmed—and he just smirks like “what? too much already?”

best friend’s dad!toji who forces eye contact the second you start shaking from an orgasm. grabs your face, holds your jaw in his hand and mutters “that’s it. fuckin’ look at me when you cum. want you to remember who makes you feel like this.”

best friend’s dad!toji who says “good girl” like it’s a reward and a threat. like “that’s my perfect little slut, takin’ every inch like you were built for me.” the kind of praise that makes you soak his cock even more.

best friend’s dad!toji who presses the pads of his fingers against your clit and rubs it in slow, evil circles while still thrusting—watching you twitch and beg with that lazy grin, saying “c’mon, baby. don’t run. i know your body better than you do now.”

best friend’s dad!toji who fucks you hard but still brushes your hair out of your face when you cry. kisses your cheek, calls you “pretty girl” in the softest voice even while his hips snap into you like he’s trying to break you.

best friend’s dad!toji who picks you up while still inside you, carries you to the bathroom and sits down with you in his lap in the warm tub. “relax, sweetheart. lemme clean you up. you took all of me so good.”

best friend’s dad!toji who turns you to the mirror after, still dripping, his cum sliding down your thigh, your makeup ruined. palms your waist and mutters “look at that. you should see how pretty you look when i wreck you.”

best friend’s dad!toji who leaves a deep, grinding bruise on your inner thigh with his mouth. doesn’t bite—but sucks hard and slow enough to make you whimper, just so he can pull back and say “mine. no one else gets this fuckin’ close.”

t6ji | 2025 prod — do not copy, reuse, or translate anything written on this blog.

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thinking about... your best friend shoko fingering you after catching you with your fingers deep in your pretty pussy <3

unedited i'm js hungry for this sexy lady

“please.” you gasp softly, body alight with a fire you’ve never quite felt before. shoko’s lips only ignite the fire further as they press against your skin. her fingers are soft against your skin and methodical with every movement they make. your cunt clenches, squeezes, because you’ve never felt this needy for anyone in your life. 

her dark eyes watch your face carefully—a new form of anticipation brewing on her features. you’re so fucking cute shoko thinks, her tongue darting over her pink lips briefly to wet them once again. “do you want it?” she purrs softly, pressing a kiss to your collarbone.

there hasn't been anything you want more in this life than for your best friend to touch you. her brown eyes are low on your face, sliding down your body before they venture back up to your teary ones. you sniffle softly despite the embarrassment settling in your tummy. "please? i'll be so good for you, sho. i'll do whatver, just please."

if you weren't the prettiest thing shoko's ever seen she'd tease you longer. make you beg while she presses a vibrator to your poor, swollen clit. she'd have made you eat her out until you couldn't think for yourself anymore. but, that's for another day. a day when you haven't already worked yourself up.

"shh, shh, it's okay." she hums sweetly, pressing the softest of kisses against your lips. "is this what you wanted?" cold fingers press against your soaking pussy before they gently tease at your sopping entrance.

your back arches off of your bed just slightly as stomach clenches and your eyes squeeze shut from the touch. shoko watches your reaction with an amused look, studying your face as she slips two fingers in with a soft squelch! her fingers slide in with little to no resistance from your own fingers having been plunged deep inside your pussy.

it makes her smile against your lips, something that fails to disturb how intensely you're kissing her back. your tongues slide against one another effortlessly in a dance they seemed to be familiar with. as her fingers began to pump in and out of you your hands found themselves tangled in her brown locks.

she pulls away from your lips to watch your expression once more. a string of saliva dips between the two of you as your lips part, faces warm from the pure need planting itself in your veins. “you were hidin’ this from me, pretty?” she questions rhetorically as her thumb swipes across your clit.

you manage to shake your head in response, wet eyes fluttering open with the most needy look in your eye. “n-no, you never asked. you wanted—fuck!—you were too busy fucking utahime.” you hiss your friend’s name despite your love for her. you just loved her better when she wasn’t fucking your best friend.

shoko leans closer to you and your noses brush just slightly before your lips do. “you jealous? you chose to hide this pretty cunt from me, and you’re jealous? closed mouths don’t get fed, baby.” she accentuates her final words with a particularly harsh thrust of her fingers. you cringe away from her, sobbing something unintelligible as her nimble fingers hit your g-spot.

that familiar warm feeling of finality grips your body. it’s embarrassing. her fingers haven’t even been in you that long and you’re already about to come. “keep doing that, please? ‘m gonna come- yes!” shoko laughs airily, connecting your lips whilst she flicks her wrist to shove her fingers inside of you deeper at a faster pace.

your eyes slam shut, focusing on the pleasure thrumming through your body and how soft shoko’s lips are against yours. how warm her tongue is, how deep her fingers are inside of you. the way the heel of her hand keeps rubbing against your clit as the unmistakable sound of your pussy fills the air. you’ve never been this wet in your life, never heard how fucking slutty your pussy is.

it's all too much, you decide. you clench harshly around shoko's fingers as heat bursts in your chest. you barely moan shoko's name before you feel your body clench. your legs shut against her hand despite her not stopping her ministrations. "that's it, come for me." shoko barely pulls away from your gasping lips to whisper to you.

the way you sob her name is music to shoko's ears, it makes her pussy clench and her mind erase the ache building in her wrist. it's worth it. watching you fall apart. you whimper with tears streaming down your cheeks, mouthing soft kisses against her neck. shoko giggles before she presses her thumb against your clit harshly one more time just to watch you squirm.

“okay, sho! okay!” she laughs, kissing you softly. her fingers slip from your pussy with a loud, wet sound that makes you shudder. you allow your shaky thighs to part and free her fingers from where they’d been trapped. shoko brings her fingers to her mouth, sucking your sweetness from them slowly. her brown eyes bear into yours as her tongue wraps around her slender digits.

"you look so pretty when you come, but i'm not done baby. keep your legs spread. i need to taste how sweet you are form the source." the grin on her face tells you exactly what you'd hoped: you won't be sleeping any time soon.

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.｡*ﾟ+.*. Needy at work +..｡*ﾟ+

JJK SMAU

MDNI

Master list's

Sum: JJK men are needy at work

Characters: Satoru Gojo, Toji Fushiguro, Kento Nanami, Ryomen Sukuna, Suguru Geto, Choso Kamo x Fem!reader (Separate)

A/N: First SMAU i wrote it kinda sucks 💔

.｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ ﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+

Satoru Gojo

Toji Fushiguro

Kento Nanami

Ryomen Sukuna

Suguru Geto

Choso Kamo

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tag list : @kikikoifi

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househusband toji letting you relieve some of your stress after a hard day at work

it started out with just simply letting him pound you into the mattress, ridding yourself of the pressure of your workplace, until you kept yearning for more..

toji had just came for the nth time, his hands pressing bruises into the dimples of your back. “f-fuck ma, you’re milking me.” he huffs out as he flops down onto the bed next to your frail body. “but i wan’ it toji.” you whine, sneaking your way on top of him to sit your leaking cunt onto his still hardened shaft.

you’re sliding his blushing tip in between your folds, allowing his tip to kiss on your puffy clit before sliding him inside you once more. “just one more time nngh! p-please” you mewl, globs of drool threatening to spill from the corner of your plump lips. “y-yeah, just take it ma. use me” toji whimpers, thighs shaking in overstimulation.

his hands are gripping your hips firmly while you bounce up n down on his sensitive cock. your cunt was sucking him in so sweetly like you didn’t wanna let him go, he could already feel his orgasm closing in on him. “toji! inside, cum inside please mmf!” you cried, hand sneaking down to your cunt to spread yourself just for him to see.

househusband toji would never tell his pretty wife no >.<

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Farmer Toji fucking you while his animals watch <3

He has you bent over by the massive apple tree and you’re already drooling on the bark with your legs spread wide in front of him while his mean cock bullies your poor little cunt, pumping in with slow, heavy thrusts that make your eyes cross and go crazy. The bark scrapes your tits, dirt clings to your knees, and your panties are shoved in your mouth to muffle how loud you’re moaning for him.

Toji stands behind you, lazy as ever, chewing on an apple with one hand while his other palm rests on your ass, spreading your cheeks open like he’s admiring the lewd view. “Messy thing,” he murmurs around a bite, juice dripping down his chin. “Got my cock soaked and you ain’t even cum yet, huh?”

You’re leaking all over him, cream gluing your thighs together, your cunt sucking him in like it’s starving to swallow up his cock and keep it stuffed in there. “Daddy,” you whimper around your panties, “feels s’full...can’t think—!”

“You’re not s’posed to think, sweetheart,” he grunts, giving your pussy a wet slap that makes you jolt. “Just take it. Just let Daddy stuff this tight lil cunnie full’a cock till you can’t breathe”

The animals are watching. A goat snorts. The pigs shuffle closer and there you are being used like a fucktoy in the open—your brain’s melting with every drag of his being cock hitting against that spongy spot inside you that he knows sooo well and fuck he’s so mean with it too.

He spits the apple core out, grabs both sides of your hips, and starts pounding into you rough and faster now—his fat, loaded balls repeatedly slapping your puffy clit and making your hole flutter around his girth while your creamy pussy squelches loud and nasty as his cock punches straight into your guts over and over.

“Gonna fill you up right here, baby,” he pants, voice thick and raspy. “Right here in the dirt, with the whole damn farm watching. You want Daddy’s cum in this nasty little hole, don’tcha?”

You nod like a dumb little thing, drooling with tears dripping off your chin, and when he spills his warm, bitter seed deep inside you, you cum so hard you black out for a second.

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this is so good..

PU$$Y GOT MORE M⛧RDERS THAN SHIBUYA.ᐟ 𝐌⛧𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑#𝟐 — 𝐎𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐮!𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨, 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

⛧ 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞: nov 2nd, 1:17pm ⛧ 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞: cosplaying + dubcon + public sex + exhbitionsim + creampie + squirting + dirty talk + humiliation + bimbo!reader + pet names (bunny) ⛧ 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐬: 5079

𝐚/𝐧: eta—tysm @yung-notorious for the beta!

𝐧𝐧𝐧 𝐦.𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐮!𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐦.𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“Bunny, hurry! Over here! We’re up next!”

Stepping out from behind the makeshift curtain. Gojo spots you immediately, his grin widening as he waves you over. Excitement is practically radiating off him while nervousness is rolling off of you. Your heart thumps in your ears over the prospect of going on stage in front of hundreds of people in a cosplay of all things.

This wasn’t just your first time cosplaying—it was your first anime convention ever! 

Toru had convinced you not only to come along but to join him in a couples cosplay contest. Under normal circumstances you would have refused but it was the only way he’d hold up his end of the deal of participating in the dreaded 'No Nut November.'

The cosplay couple Gojo chose for you both was Loid and Yor Forger from Spy Family, wanting to start you out with something easy for your first time. Yet getting into Yor’s black sleek assassin dress was anything but easy as Gojo spares no expense on realism even having the dress corsetted. 

Gojo as Loid is decked out in Loid's classic light green three-piece suit and blonde lace front wig. His piercing natural baby blues lend to Loid well and he is everybit of charming and statuesque as the actual character.

Well, as long as the lil’ freak didn’t open his mouth. 

“Can I at least get a good luck kiss since you didn’t want to give me a good luck BJ earlier?”

Gojo whispers, wiggling his brows with a goofy smirk as he interrupts your worried thoughts. You sigh at your boyfriend being nothing more than a hopeless perv at all times, but ultimately you give him a quick peck on the cheek without much fuss. The butterflies raving in your stomach are making you more agreeable at the moment.

“Come on Bunny, I know it's ‘No Nut November’ but you don’t gotta be so stingy with the kisses, a tiny bit of that cute ecchi tongue of yours in my mouth would be enough.”

Gojo pretends to pout and you roll your eyes. He’s definitely cum just from you kissing him too nasty before. In fact, he was practically guaranteed to blow every time you sucked on his tongue the tiniest bit. Thankfully, all that puts a limit on the amount of kissing and PDA he could do with you in public.

“Don’t push it, digidork!”

Saving you from further harassment over kisses, the announcer dressed up as a cute blue haired girl, that Gojo identifies as Hatsune Miku, tells you it’s your turn. 

Initially you’re terrified to step on stage, but as you both stride onto the runway, you realize that a cosplay contest isn’t all that different from the few modeling gigs you’ve done—just with a much, much nerdier vibe. 

And honestly, you have to admit, it’s way more fun! 

Unlike the stiff, subdued atmosphere of fashion shows, this audience of fans and otaku is anything but reserved. Their cheers, hoots, and applause fill the air, electrifying the room. The energy peaks as you and Gojo flawlessly nail the intricate poses he’d made you practice. With the amount of effort Gojo had put in, people no doubt mistake you both for pro cosplayers and you quickly start to eat it all up.

Pleased with how quickly you adapt, Gojo is so overjoyed that he decides to up the ante with an impromptu pose. Grabbing your hand, he twirls you effortlessly, spinning you into a graceful dip. This brings one of your thighs to rest against his hip, causing your already snug dress to ride up even higher.

The crowd erupts in cheers at the sight—the flash of extra skin, combined with what looks like Loid!Gojo leaning in for a kiss, delivers exactly the kind of fanservice they are craving.

What actually secures your win though is the moment you, in a panicked fluster, smack the absolute dogshit out of Loid!Gojo. The force of it made him drop you as he staggered back.

Upon realization of what you'd done you were mortified—god, would you be disqualified now? Or kicked out of the convention all together? 

Your reflexive aversion to what you thought was Toru’s perverted over-the-top PDA in front of so many people happened so fast you didn’t have a chance to stop yourself. But your horror quickly turned to bewilderment as the crowd, initially silenced by the sharp echo of the slap reverberating through the hall, instantly erupted into a frenzy of cheers and laughter.

Only having seen a few episodes, you had zero clue of the bashful dynamics between the two when Yor perceives any type of affection from Loid and practically beats his ass because of it. 

To you, it was pure, unintentional chaos—to the crowd, it was coordinated perfection.

Winning first place, by a unanimous decision, was no surprise to anyone. You had to admit even with the unexpected hiccup that cosplaying was actually really fun!

After the awards ceremony, you and Gojo still linger in the main stage area before another panel starts, snapping pictures with fellow cosplayers and con-goers. You really hadn’t expected to enjoy cosplaying so much but the sheer energy and attention you get from it is downright addictive!

Before you know it, you’re fully leaning into the spotlight—posing dramatically and soaking up the admiration like you’re the one whose the otaku nerd in the relationship.

Of course Gojo was into it as well as he posed with fangirls who all gush over him being 'the most perfect Loid ever!' Gojo smiles as he'd worked hard to make today the perfect con "date" and winning was just the start! He wanted to set the stage to get you to do this again with him in the future.

Yet after the crowd around him disperses and the event area begins to clear out, he finds you aren't where he last saw you. It takes some looking around for him to realize you are actually right where he left you, just surrounded in sizeable horde of sweaty nerd otaku.

Eagerly hanging onto your every word they snap endless pictures. Even candid ones when you weren’t posing.

Gojo’s bottom lip juts out in an exaggerated pout as he watches from a distance, having resigned himself to the sidelines. While he is a bit sour at how captivated they are by you, a new thrill—the thrill of being cucked having all of these otaku captivated by and stealing your attention takes over.

It's twisted he knows, but as much jealousy as Gojo wants to feel watching the swarm of loser otaku crowd around you—he's getting more turned on by watching them drool over you.

Not to mention Gojo absolutely adores seeing you actually enjoy one of his hobbies and being able to experience it with you. The fanboys were just apart of it, he'd knew you'd be popular anyway—you were already the hottest girl on earth to him!

Yet as time goes on and the crowd only grows bigger Gojo notices he hadn't accounted for how these shy and awkward otaku, now in their natural habitat, would swarm you so aggressively like an infestation of pesky roaches. 

What had started as a small, thrilling twinge of being cucked a little had grown into something far more frustrating when 15 minutes turns into 45.

The longer they monopolize you, the more they keep you from being able to enjoy the con with him—and you still had to hit up artist alley and the studio booths!

Real jealousy starts to simmer within Gojo as he watches them bombard you with endless questions.

“D-Do, you have a cosplay name?!” 

One of the otaku asks you.

“Um, no, people just call me Bunny I guess.”

You shrug with a small giggle that has the otaku swooning harder and Gojo clenching his teeth.

“Kawaii Bunny-hime~!”

“Cosplay Queen Bunny~!”

“Anime Goddess Bunny~!”

“C-Can I-I follow you on IG, B-Bunny-hime?”

You were only a few dozen a way from 7k followers on IG, you could use these simps for some extra engagement. They looked like the type you could ignore and they'd still like everything.

“Sure, I suppose…”

The crowd of otaku cheer as Gojo sneers—you were giving out your IG?!!?  You only just started letting him tag you in his posts!

“Oh thank you, our favorite pro-cosplayer, Bunny-chan!”

HAH!? You were only doing this because he asked you to! You were his cosplay goddess Bunny damnit!

Gojo tries to temper his envy, but all reasoning snaps once a particularly slimy round otaku stumbles forward, his pimply cheeks (that looked like it had never seen a washcloth) flushed at the request he so boldly asks you while looking straight at the ground. 

“Um, B-B-Bunny-chan…c-can, you s-step on me please, Mast—ah, er—Q-Queen?”

“Step on you!?”

The question has you incredulous before the realization of exactly how much power you had over these pathetic otaku virgins dawns on you. You weren’t sure why you thought this level of deranged simpage was Toru exclusive, your boyfriend was way hotter but unfortunately cut from the same cloth as these desperate nerds. 

You stifle a smirk, power tripping as you feign boredom like the request was a chore. Pointing towards the floor the otaku instantly drops to his knees. Surprised at how easy that was you step forward to the pathetic otaku on the ground gazing up at you—only for Gojo to angrily snatch you away before you could even lift your foot off the ground. 

Taken by surprised, you are thoroughly gagged as he pulls you away from your group of otaku simps, leaving them in the dust to blink dumbfoundedly. 

Hauling you off to a more secluded area of the con, Gojo leads you straight into the men’s bathroom before he releases you. 

But by now you’re pissed and your wrist aches a bit from him dragging you across the convention.

What was that all about!?

However, just as you’re about to give Toru a piece of your mind, he suddenly whirls around. The sight stops you cold—his face flushed bright pink, his puppy-dog eyes shimmering with unshed tears teetering on the edge of spilling down his puffed cheeks.

Bewildered as to why he's the one upset, you decide to tread cautiously.

“Toru? Toru—tell me what’s wrong baby… "

He doesn’t answer right away, his pained whimpers are the only sound as he struggles to hold back the tears. 

"C'mon tell me what's wrong...did they sell out of that gangbang figure scene you wanted? The limited edition Bible Black one?”

"No, B-Bunny—worse than t-that..."

Worry creeps in, as you know he's been talking non-stop about wanting that figure so you couldn't imagine what could be worse than that—yet your lip curls once Gojo finally speaks and you are reminded exactly who you are dealing with.

“*sniff* Y-You were really gonna step on that guy before you even stepped on me, B-Bunny? D-Do you *sniff* not love me anymore?”

Gojo grumbles, genuinely hurt.

For real???

That’s what he’s upset about!?

“W-We haven’t even tried dominatrix play yet, Bunny! *sniffs* I-I thought I’d have to wear you down a lot more first...”

Oh for fucks sake! 

You resist the urge to roll your eyes and let out the deep breath of exasperation you are holding.

God, why does your rich hot ass boyfriend have to be such a lil' freak!?

Even though you promised to step on Gojo when you got home, maybe even add a kick in too, that wasn’t good enough for your pervert boyfriend’s fragile feelings.

And now for some reason—even as tears still pooled threateningly on his soft white lashes—he was sporting a raging boner.

Argh, why now...

Mumbling you shake your head. You had to be going insane as the situation tugs on your guilted heartstrings much to your own dismay.

“Ugh, I can’t believe I’mma do this… “

Swallowing your aversions, you knew just the thing to cheer him up.

”...The back stall Toru—now!”

The rules?

Simple.

You’d give him a pussy job for exactly 5 minutes. No touching you or feeling you up otherwise and not for a second longer.

Most importantly?

No cumming allowed. 

No breaking ‘No Nut November’ or you swore you’d never go to another con with him ever again.

As if the tears in his eyes had never existed, Gojo instantly perks up. His demeanor skyrockets at the prospect of finally getting his cock even a little wet after two and a half grueling days of abstaining from your ecchi angel pussy.

And that’s how you find yourself pressed against the wall of the very back stall, your dress bunched up around your waist and your panties dangling off your heel hooked around his hips. The other leg barely steadying your heel on the ground as his oppressively long cock glides through your slick ridden folds. The teasing drag of his length against your bare pussy, bumping clumsily over your clit makes your breath hitch as you try to not show can reaction. 

In absolute bliss, Gojo’s eyes are clenched shut, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip hard enough to leave marks as he braces his other arm against the wall behind you. Every swipe of his cock through your slick folds is deliberate. Building a steady rhythm, Gojo savors every fraction of a second he gets to spend with his cock rubbing against your core.

Clinging to the fraying edges of his control, doing his best to actually be a good boy and keep his shit together—lest you never go to another con with him again. 

Your sleek cosplay starts to develop wrinkles as it bunches not only on your hips but your hands. Twisting the fabric in your hands you attempt to resist the burning need to just tilt your pelvis up a little more while pulling his hips forward so Toru’s cock can slip inside you.

Girl, you gotta stay strong though!

“Shiiiiit, Bunbun—I-I wanna fuck your pussy s’bad baby… does my pretty lil' onnahole miss me? God, shes fuckin’ she’s soaked!”

Gojo’s body lurches forward slightly, his Adam’s apple bobbing visibly as he swallows hard, fighting off the urge to cum. He can’t risk looking down—nor let his eyes catch the way your sexy Yor cosplaying cunny is sliding along his cock. God, if he does it’ll all be over—and if he wasn’t going to fuck you for the remaining 27 days then he wanted to make this last and savor every second of grinding through your sopping heat.

“Ngh—HAH! Y-you better keep your p-promise, T-Toru!" 

Stammering, a sheen of sweat blossoms across your skin. Originally, you’d convinced Gojo to agree to NNN as a way to give your poor, overworked cunny a break from his degenerate hentai-inspired kinks. 

After all, the Halloween season of dressup and cosplay had been a never ending marathon on both you and your throughly fucked lil' pussy. But now, as his length messily drags through your pussy, memories of how good it feels to be stretched and filled by Toru flood back, leaving you questioning everything.

Did you really need a break at all?

Wasn't two days enough?

You bite your lip, barely suppressing the whimper that rises in your throat. Every swipe of his cock over your clit sends pulses of pleasure rippling through you, and you can feel every ridge, every vein throbbing against your sensitive nub. 

Gojo had trained your prissy lil cunt well, and it was maddening that an otaku like him could subdue you from how hard he’d have you crying on his cock from the very first time you fucked him.

Truthfully, these days even if your tastes weren’t on a freaked-out supreme level like his, you initiated sex just as much.

Maybe if…

No! 

You had to hold strong!

If you made an exception now there’s no way he’d continue on with it the rest of the month and you couldn’t let him think you’d actually missed all his crazed otaku sex fantasies.

God you needed this to be over—how much time is left again!?

Grabbing your phone out of your boobs, you sigh in relief. 

You just need to hold on for 30 more seconds…

Now 20 seconds… 

Just 10 more seconds….

“Okay, Toru time’s u—”

Out of nowhere, the bathroom door bursts open, and a loud group of flood in, their chatter echoing off the tiled walls.

Sheer panic races through you. Eyes wide as saucers, you hurriedly clutch at Gojo, hoisting your other leg up to wrap around his hips in a desperate attempt to hide your heeled feet from view beneath the stall. The sudden movement causes him choke on his own spit as the timing—perfectly aligned with a deep, measured thrust—causes him to ram his engorged cock fully into your core.

Gojo tries to keep his voice from cracking as he bottoms out inside your moist sticky cunt, the head of his cock pressing firmly against your cervix.

Trembling, the fear of the moment overwhelms you and in response you tense around his cock tighter. You cover your mouth, muffling the soft whimpers that escape from him entering you so suddenly. 

“Heh, ya gotta ease up, my tight lil' hentai Bunny—” 

Gojo coos his perverted words into your hair muffling his whines. Although you can tell from the myrth etched into his voice hes enjoying every second of this. “—y-ya know what your pretty pussy does to me—I’ll bust if she keeps squeezing me like that.” You wanna scream and slap him for jamming his dummy long cock into you so suddenly but you know given the circumstances you have to keep it together for both your sakes—but mostly yours. You’d die before you were exposed fucking your nerd ass otaku boyfriend in a public stall at an anime convention of all places. 

Completely unsympathetic to your internal plight, Gojo’s lips curl into a sly smirk against your temple. Breathing hot taunting whispers against your skin, Gojo is relishing in the feeling of your pussy telling him how much she's missed him inside her—and God, he missed her so, so much too!

“Heh—my little pervy bunny’s pussy is begging me for my cum. I-I dun' think she cares about 'NNN' no more baby...”

You pull back just enough to glare at him, tears streaking your cheeks as you try to hold it together—his cock feels so amazing though~~ 

The amount of turned on you are righ now is obvious as your slippery arousal seeps down his cock, past his balls, to darken the fabric of his cosplay suit pants.

Gojo’s large hands dig into the soft flesh of your ass, his grip firm as he begins lifting you slowly, up and down, on his cock. Promises be damned, he can only think of how phenomenal your pussy feels leaking and stretched around him… in a public bathroom… while a crowd just entered. 

Holy shit, he'd never thought he'd get to live out this of public sex fantasy! Gojo decides that besides the first day he got a taste of your sweet cunny—this was definitely the second best day of his life so far!

Each motion of Gojo's hips plows his cock deeper into your walls. Clutching tighter around his neck trying in vain to lift yourself up off of him a bit and alleviate the pressure. It’s useless. Not only does Gojo's veiny cock weaken you completely, his grip is like a steel on you.

“S-S-S-taaawp T-Toru, puhweaseee!” You grit out. The dangerous amounts of electricity in your core jolts your senses, rendering your nerves and your pussy into a lustful mush.

“I'd gotta put ya down then Bun, nghhh-shiiiiiiiit—or I won't be able to resist the squeeze of my ecchi angel creaming all on me."

You shake your head desperately.

You couldn’t possibly get down and Toru knew that! 

"Besides Bunny bae...I can tell your naughty lil' manko is about to cum—she's practically screaming it around my cock. You don't want me to stop for real, do you?"

The smug glint in Gojo’s eye tells you he’s fully aware of the effect he has on you—intentionally working you over until keeping your composure becomes utterly impossible and you give in.

Shiiit you wanted to, you were so getting fucking horny right now the need to come was becoming unbarable.

“EWW MAN, WASH YOUR HANDS!”

 An outburst erupts from one of the otaku near the urinals.

“No way! That sexy Yor cosplayer touched it. I’m gonna fap with it later.” 

The unsanitary otaku chimes in, smugly like he’d won a prize. 

No, no, no, no please, no!

“Fair point.” 

A third agrees, earning a collective murmur from the rest who all express the wish to feel your delicate lil hands around their cock. Your entire body freezes as you realize these are the same otaku from earlier.

Unfortunately, the group doesn’t stop their vulgar simpage of you there launching into a full-blown discussion about your assets and debating on your exact measurements. Your face burns hotter than the building friction Gojo is creating between your thighs. The salacious words of praise for you is renewing his envy.

“She was so hot, dude—she almost stepped on you too!”

Gojo’s soft snickers morph into something darker, more sinister at the reminder. Goosebumps spread across your body as presses you into the wall to prod deeper into your guts.

“Yeah, too bad you got foot-blocked by that Loid!”

“Total chad move!"

Those otaku incel calling Gojo a "chad" was laughable and you might have giggled if not for Gojo’s hand sliding up your back to tug loose the strings of your corset, making your tits spill over.

His eyes narrow like a vengeful deity as he bends forward to take one of your perky nipples into his hot mouth.

“Think that’s her boyfriend?”

“What? No way, man! She’s way too good for a loser-chad like him!”

Goddamnit, those nerds are talking your pussy into some major problems. 

Your teeth dig into your plump lips as you fight not to make a sound, but the way he moves so obsessively inside you makes it a losing battle as the soft whispers of mewls fumble from your lips.

The sheer force of him drilling you into the wall like a corkscrew sends your sanity spiraling as your pussy drools and squeezes around him.

“Yeah, no way—that dude’s probably just paid her to be here. Heh—wonder what she'd do if I paid her..."

Through your tear clouded vision you could see Gojo's neck redding—he was pissed. Clearly that remark hitting too close to home since he initially did pretty much agree to be your sugar daddy so you'd fuck him. Plus he'd probably dropped at least 10 stacks on you daily—but that's besides the point.

As if you would ever fuck one of those losers even if they offered you a billion dollars!

Urgh, aware of how bad it sounded in your head, you admit to yourself you only had the hots for one creepy otaku loser—and that was Gojo.

He should know that by now though.

“Wait—is someone back there?!”

Oh god no! 

The moist, juicy sound of your cunt sloshing around his cock loud is echoing off the tile walls of the bathroom. The sounds of your flesh slapping together clearly audible as Gojo intentionally stops holding back, groaning his mouth still full of your tits. You had to so something to distract him though, so he wouldn’t do something absolutely reckless like getting y’all kicked out and banned for fucking in a stall or worse—having these weirdo incels start filming.

Bringing all of Toru's focus to you again and snatching him off your tiddies, you you craddle his face in your hands. Sensually you trail your tongue over his lips before nibbling your way down his jaw to his neck. Ever so sweet and coy, you sweetly moan out the vile words that felt like the grosses poison on your tongue. Saying them out of utter necessity to keep his focus on you, as well as small amount of dignity you had left in this situation.

“Haah m'so guuudd! F-fuck me harder Toru, m’hentai daddy! This tiny hime pussy missed your big oni cock splitting her open. N’dun wanna go—n’can’t go without it again for so long, baby. Love you s’much—pweasee cum in me.”

Hips stuttering, Gojo nearly drops you for the second time that day as you finish your outrageously lewd proclamation by kissing his lips passionately. His slutty mouth, previously eager to blow up your entire spot just to prove a point to some irrelevant incel dorks is silenced as you suck on his tongue.

Gojo's rage, already eroded by your filthy words, dissolves entirely as his climax tears through him triggered by your honey like tongue. The immense pressure builds to a breaking point, and his cum floods your womb in thick, pulsing waves. His cock thrashes inside you, painting your walls, pussy, thighs, and even the crotch of his pants white with the sheer volume of cum he’s saved up in just two and a half days.

A guttural moan rips from Gojo’s throat.

A sound so raw, so painfully pleasurable, it reverberates against your chest like a desperate confession of just how much he fucking loved you while his thumb finds your swollen clit, tormenting it with merciless circles. He’s determined to wring every ounce of pleasure from your trembling body, driving you towards ecstasy as he builds up another load of his own—still hard inside you.

The stall shakes violently, Gojo’s lean, muscular thighs trembling as the wet, sticky slap of his balls against your ass grows impossibly louder with each thrust. The sound is salaciously obscene—like stirring a pot of creamy mac and cheese—but, predictably, the group of clueless, bitchless otaku outside misinterpret the situation entirely.

“Uh Hey! You okay back there, buddy?” 

Another calls out, concerned after a particularly drawn-out pitchy keen from Gojo that sounded like he was dying. 

“HNNNNG—Y-Yeahhh n-nah, m’fine—FUHH!”

His voice is raggedly straining between his mind piercing thrusts he’s delivering your womb.

“Jus—hngh—a little backed up, y’know? Been a few days since I’ve been able t’let it all out... 'bout leggo a big one n’ a few more pushes another s’gonna come out—FUHHHCK!”

There’s a collective moment of silence in the bathroom.

You're shocked that Toru is actually doing a half-decent job of covering this up even if he was making himself sound absolutely fucking disgusting in the process—thankfully though the group of otaku think so too.

“Ew nasty, man!” “Dude, go see a doctor!” “Bruh, that’s unholy!”

The door slams shut as they scurry out, their revulsion growing more distant.

“Fuckin’ finally—SHIIIIT!” 

Gojo cries out, finally letting go like he’s been desperate to, his grin widening as he grips your hips and slams you down hard one last time. Your vision blurs, white washing over your vision as your body convulses. The waves of pleasure crash through you with an intensity that steals your breath.

Gojo shudders a final time, his loud moans spilling into the air as he releases himself into your overflowing pussy once more. The sheer heat and volume of his release leaves you gasping, his viscous fluids spilling from you in thick, sticky waves. It feels as though he’s been saving this up for weeks—more than you’d ever seen, even the first time he came when you popped his cherry.

Still breathing heavily, he carefully eases you down onto the floor, mindful of his trembling legs. His body presses against yours, holding you upright as he pins you to the wall, your legs too weak to support you after he’d torn you apart like a madman.

The minutes tick by, your bodies still entwined as you both are left wrecked in the wake of the risky bathroom sex you just had However, Gojo, miraculously, seems to recover much faster.

You watch as he pulls out his phone, crouching down and angling it toward you with a mischievous glint in his eye.

“Wh-what are you doing now T-Toru?”

Gojo smiles at you lovingly, pulling your leg up to rest on his shoulder as he spreads your swollen pussy lips apart, studying how utterly wrecked she looks. Even under the harsh fluorescent lights, your pussy glistening, swollen and completely coated in his cum is one of the prettiest sights in the world (and he has seen all 7 wonders).

“Why, commemorating this moment, my sweet hentai goddess divine!”

You groan, too drained to swat him away, your limbs limp and unresponsive.

You're just glad it's all over... but now you wanted to leave this godforsaken bathroom and con—ASAP! Maxing yourself to the absolute limit for otakus and nerd shit completely for the day, you want to just go home!

Your 'No Nut November' was thoroughly ruined, and you couldn’t even blame him—you’d been just as guilty letting all the cosplay attention go to your head. Yet you paid for it alright, pussy bruised and sore, but thoroughly sated in a way you hadn’t realized you needed until now. Switching to video mode Gojo, leans back on his heels humming the digimon theme song—something he often did after sex and other times he was particularly content with life.

“Ya know how sexy I think you look as Yor Bunny, but I think the prize for the hottest cosplay goes to your ecchi pussy for how well she cosplays a creampie all plugged full with my cum.”

You roll your eyes, your otaku boyfriend was truly incorrigible. 

“Oooh! Bunny, Bunny! We should do this cosplay again next year, pleasepleaseplease!?” "Fine... I guess that would be—"

“—ah, amazing!”

Gojo interrupts you with a dirty grin forming on his lips as he cheeses. 

“Ya know baby bun, I was thinkin'—If you stop taking your birth control now, we could have little Anya with us by next year. Whaddya—?”

But before he can finish, your heeled foot lashes out, connecting solidly with his side of his face and sending him sprawling onto the bathroom floor as he knocks up against the other side of the stall. 

Gojo's laughter only grows louder as gazes up at you with hearts in his eyes. Ecstatic you for finally kicked him, you see his dick hardening once more.

“Do it again, pleasepleaseplease!”

You roll your eyes.

This is exactly why you wanted a 'No Nut November' in the first place.

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★ popular girl!reader distracting nerd!nanami during a study session

“p-please don’t. you have to pay -ngh- attention,” nanami mutters, hands waving in the air frantically, unsure where to land. 

under the desk, you mouth at his cock – he’s being so boring, reading off the textbook and bossing you around. so, of course you had to take matters into your own hand, or rather, into your mouth, to liven things up. otherwise you would have lost your mind in boredom. “no, i want to have some fun.”

“but you promised me that after i -ah s-slow down- after i ate you out you’d work hard for an hour.” the nerd’s mouth is saying no but his cock is throbbing yes in morse code. he really ought to be more honest, especially when you can tell he showered right before you came; his hair is slightly wet, his skin supple and smooth, smelling of cocoa butter, and his cock of lavender soap. 

mouth full of his heavy balls, you tease, “i am working hard, kento. you think milking your pathetic cock is easy? hmm?”

nanami flushes a pretty pink, teeth biting into the plump of his bottom lip, desperate to stop the groans and moans from leaving his mouth. unable to help himself, his hand flies down to your hair and faces an internal battle: to push you away or to pull you down his long length until your nose is buried in the blond hair at his base. 

“this is -oh, f-fudge- unfair. ngh! i-if you fail the exam, you’ll -hah- get mad at me.”

that’s true. last time you failed, you didn’t speak to him for a week, choosing to ignore him on campus, and you certainly never let him touch you, not for quick hookups in the janitor’s closet or in the toilet stalls, not for a handjob in his car or some pussy eating behind a tree in the fields behind the science labs. honestly, you weren’t even planning on torturing him like that – you knew it was your fault to begin with – but he gets so needy and pitifully sensitive when you finally give him attention, almost as if he craved to be punished, to earn you and your pussy. 

nanami would rut his softening cock into your pussy well after he came, driving himself into oversensitivity until he’s shooting blanks and drooling all over your chest. he’d whimper your name over and over again, moaning about how he missed you, how he’s sorry and he’ll tutor you better so please don’t replace him. then, when you mercifully give him another chance as you push him back to sit on his face, he whines ‘thank you’ endlessly right against your clit.

in a lot of ways, it was actually a reward for him. 

you’re charitable like that. 

“ugh, shut up, nerd. hurry up and cum down my throat so you can eat me out again. if you do a good enough job, i’ll go through a practice paper with yo–mghm!.”

his hands shove your head down his cock, suffocating you and making you gag, eyes watering. hips thrusting up in unrhythmic pulses, nanami practically uses you like a fleshlight. when you give him these kinds of commands, it’s hard to tell whether he’s more pleased about you actually doing some studying or if he’s eager to have you sit on his face again. either way, you suppose, you’re both getting what you want. 

when he finally paints your throat white with his salty spend, you come to straddle him, pinching his chin. thoroughly pavlov’d, his jaw hangs wide enough for you to spit his own cum back into his mouth. he swallows. his eyes roll back. “hmm, you’ve been -hah- chewing cherry bubblegum again. you know what that does to me.”

“i don’t know what you mean, kenny baby.”

something begins to grow hard again beneath your ass. 

pathetic.