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[hamikiz]

worship - t. fushiguro

❦ toji fushiguro x fem!reader

❦ smut oneshot

❝ after a day out you admit an insecurity to your husband and he has every intention of proving to you just how much you have no need to be insecure. he has no shame in just how willing he is to fuck that thought straight out of your head. ❞

❦ cw ; mdni. 18+ only. fem!reader. husband!toji. unprotected. praise. dirty talk. oral (f! receiving). fingering. body worship. manhandling. biting. licking. mirror play. mentions of stomach bulge. pet names (mama, baby, girl, darling, doll). p in v. size kink. overstimulation. mating press. mentions of scarring/stretch marks. toji's a lil soft for his sweet wife.

❦ words ; 4.3k.

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The moment the door to your shared home is shut, Toji’s lips crash against yours, rough and needy. He’s been craving you since the moment you walked into the bedroom wearing a delectably short pair or shorts that hugged all of your curves just right.

His toned body pins you to the door, palms flat on the wall on either side of your head as he roughly grinds his hips against your core.

“Been waitin’ all day f’r this,” he groans into your mouth, his tongue swiping across your lower lip. Your lips part immediately, granting him the permission he craves. It’s hot, the heat from his body against yours, the maddening taste of him as his tongue swallows you whole, the feeling of his rough hands moving from beside your head to find purchase on your body.

One arm slinks around your back, arching you into him, while the other grips your hips, the pads of his fingers digging in with intent as he holds you tightly to him. He smirks when a wanton moan leaves your lips.

God, the feeling of your moan in his mouth is enough to set him on fire and his movements become more aggressive, teeth clashing and tongues twisting. His hand drifts from your waist down to your hips, relishing in the way you’re arching so obediently for him and yet when he moves to wrap your leg around his waist, you stiffen.

Toji’s not one to miss a single thing about his sweet wife. He’s mapped out every inch of your body, he knows how to finger you just right so that your eyes roll back in your skull and your thighs need to be held down to give him access to you. He knows the way you like his fingers around your neck, the way you like to be handled roughly.

So when you stiffen, he stops immediately, pulling back to examine your expression. When your eyes don’t meet his, he knows something is wrong.

“What’re you getting all tense on me for, mama?” He asks with narrowed eyes and a tilted head. Raven hair just barely blocks his vision but that isn’t what’s bothering him right now.

“I-” you hesitate, finding the ground infinitely more interesting than your husband despite the compromising position he has you in.

Sensing your hesitation, his hands move to your waist, gently caressing your curves in a more sensual manner. His attention never once leaves you as he waits for you to speak your mind.

“I’m just feeling a bit self-conscious I guess,” you voice your thoughts meekly.

Toji’s eyebrow raises, his eyes trailing the length of your body. You shrink away from him, which only furthers the crease in his brow.

Your husband isn’t overly affectionate, nor has he ever really had a way with words. Toji is blunt. He’s blunt, and he speaks his mind, so his question doesn’t shock you.

“Why?”

You pull your lower lip between your teeth, swallowing the uncomfortable lump in your throat as you force the words out, knowing this is something Toji had no intention of dropping. “When we were at the gym earlier today, that woman lifting weights was checking you out and-”

“That’s what this is about?” He interrupts, his genuine shock surprising you. He closes the gap between you before you have the chance to finish your sentence, his firm grip on your waist pulling you flush against the musculature of his broad chest. His warmth radiates against you and even as you share your vulnerability with him, you feel heat pool between your thighs.

“She-” you hesitate as Toji’s grip on your waist tightens, his thumb gently rubbing the skin beneath your shirt. “She was gorgeous, Toji.”

“Darlin’.” The pet name he uses with you, stated so matter-of-factly, as though you couldn’t possibly be more wrong. “Ya know I didn’t notice whoever y’r talkin’ about, right?”

You meet his eyes finally, showing him that you’re listening.

“Guess I’ll just have to show ya,” he smirks slyly, relishing in the way you squeal in surprise as he picks you up suddenly with ease. One arm supports your back, while his other is beneath your ass, holding you firmly to his chest. Your hands find purchase around his neck, staring up at him with wide eyes as he sets you down on the edge of your shared bed.

He parts from you for a moment, pulling your full-length mirror from the door in which it hung and setting it down across from you. You grimace, crossing your arms over your stomach as he sidles comfortably behind you, one leg on either side of your body as his large frame envelops you from behind.

The rough scarred skin of his lip brushes your cheek as he presses an uncharacteristically gentle kiss to your cheek, smirking when he sees the way your cheeks redden in the mirror.

God, is he ever a sight to behold, the way his biceps ripple with each minute movement of his arms. But to him, you’re a goddamn masterpiece. Flawless in every way, because you’re sculpted for him, you fit against him so perfectly. You complete him, and if you don’t believe him by the end of the night then he’ll spend his entire life proving that to you.

His fingers wrap around each of your wrists as he rests his chin on your shoulder, lidded eyes watching your expression as he moves his- and your- hands up your hips, over your waist, over your plump breasts, taking care to slowly move both pairs of hands back down the center of your body.

“Jus’ look at my girl, so fuckin’ gorgeous,” he coos.

Hooking his leg under your ankle, he deftly pulls your legs open, sliding your hands down over your hips, squeezing the plump of your ass before he holds your legs open and brings your hand down to your clothed core. Your hips buck at the contact and he chuckles lowly, his voice dripping with arousal as you let out a needy whine.

“I love this body,” he purrs affectionately in your ear, finally releasing your wrists as he slides his hands back up your body, his fingers hooking beneath the fabric of your shirt as he effortlessly brings it up over your head and tosses it across the room.

“T-Toji-” you whimper his name as his thumbs hook onto the belt loops of your denim shorts, dragging them painstakingly slowly down your body, admiring the way his thumbs drag along the bare skin of your hips and down your legs.

Sitting mostly barren before him, he sees the way you try to shrink back into his chest, away from the mirror.

“None of that, mama,” he chides as his lips meet the sensitive skin at the nape of your neck. He sucks and laps at the skin, sure to leave a mark before his tongue swipes over the purpled skin soothingly.

He gathers both of your hands behind your back, holding them against his toned abs with one large hand as he moves his opposite hand down to your core, his middle finger ghosts over your clit and through your slit, pulling a whine from your lips.

“I love your curves,” he drawls in your ear, pulling your earlobe between his lips as he sucks on it before peppering kisses down your neck. As you squirm against him, desperate for friction, he drops your hands which find their grip on either of his thighs. He makes use of his freed hand to palm your breast, grinning when you gasp as he flicks your nipple.

His hand lowers down to your hips, sliding across stretch marks and imperfections in your skin. He doesn’t let you shy away, spotting your insecurities before you have the chance to let yourself be insecure about such a thing.

“I love-” his voice carries a huskiness not noticeable in his previous words as his finger hooks around the seam of your panties, pushing them aside and revealing your heated core. His finger glides through the slick of your folds, soaking the digit and he hums in satisfaction before he finishes his thought. “-every little mark and scar that makes you you.”

It’s strangely sweet to hear such a thing come from Toji, even dripping with lust. Though he makes it clear he loves you, he’s not an overly affectionate person, generally only craving your warmth on the couch and at night in bed. He’s a sweet talker in bed, but he’s never had a way with words.

Yet now, as his forefinger and thumb grip your chin, keeping your gaze locked on your dripping sex, soaking wet for him, you feel loved. You feel attractive.

“I love you, Toj- ah!” Toji grins as he plunges a digit slowly into your cunt, gliding in easily. The feeling of his knuckles hitting your slick lips makes your toes curl with anticipation as you arch into his touch.

He hums in approval. “Love you too, baby. Now keep y’r eyes on my sloppy girl,” he breathes, slipping another finger into your soaking core. With each pump of his long fingers stretching  you out, whimpers and moans fall easily from your lips.

Toji’s hard length presses against your lower back and ass and as much as Toji enjoys watching how you fall apart on his fingers in the mirror, he’s growing needy. He speeds up his movements within your tight cunt, a husky groan leaving his grinning lips as your walls contract around him.

Toji slows his movements, swallowing hard as you whine for him to speed up, mumbling a broken “pleaseplease toj- fuck,” and oh how he loves to hear you beg.

His cock twitches against the plump of your ass and he growls, easing a third finger into your core and allowing you a moment to adjust before he curls his fingers just right against your walls, hitting the spot that makes your stomach knot and your thighs shake in anticipation.

“Toji right there, just like-” you babble between moans as he moves his thumb in slow circles around your clit. He leaves a series of slow kisses on your jaw as he holds your chin steady, your blissed out expression nothing short of gorgeous as you quiver over his fingers.

His teeth graze your skin as you moan his name oh so angelically, a sound like music to his ears- and his cock- as it jumps in his shorts against your ass. As your walls begin to pulse around his fingers, Toji rests his chin on your shoulder again, pupils blown out as he watches you fall apart all from his fingers, thighs shaking as sounds of pleasure and ecstasy part your lips.

His fingers slow, letting you ride out every last ounce of your orgasm all while he continues to hold your chin, to have you watch the gorgeous scene he’s watching play out before him.

“That’s it, baby. Give it t’ me,” he grunts in your ear, bringing his movements to a halt when your figure slumps back against him.

You whimper when he pulls his fingers from your sensitive walls, bringing them up to your lips. Your tired eyes open at the taste of your own arousal on your lips as Toji slides his fingers between your lips. His pupils are blown wide as he watches you take his digits to the knuckle, cleaning them of your slick.

Your tongue slides out over your lips when Toji’s hand parts from the warmth of your tongue. He finally lets your chin go, shuffling back on the bed and bringing you with him. You gasp in surprise as Toji maneuvers you back with him, before flipping you to be underneath him.

“Y’ see how fuckin’ stunning you are now?”

You nod slowly but it’s still not the reaction Toji wants from you.

He sits up and pulls his shirt over his head, tossing it aside carelessly. Your eyes roam the length of his body as his hands come down on either side of your head. Still, your eyes come to settle on the tent in your husband’s pants that has your mouth watering.

“Lookit me, mama.” Toji pulls your attention back to his emerald eyes, narrowed with lust. “Y’ get that,” he whispers huskily as he juts his chin in the direction of his rock-hard erection, “when I’m done makin’ sure I never hear another thing ‘bout some girl at the gym.”

He loves the way your wide eyes watch him, smirking as he captures your lips with his, leaving a hand above your head to hold him up while the other travels down your chest to flick your nipple. When you jerk under his touch and your lips part, he uses the opportunity to shove his tongue in your mouth.

And oh how he cherishes the way you whimper into the kiss as he pays attention to the bundle of nerves between calloused fingers.

“Mmf, Toj- hah-” you moan into his mouth, his minty taste fresh as it dances against your tongue. Your moans goad him on as he flicks your nipple again before he pulls back and moves to pay attention to the sensitive skin at the nape of your neck.

“Y’ drive me fuckin’ crazy,” he groans against your skin, sucking and nipping at the length of your neck before smoothing his tongue over the marks he’s left behind on you. He leans back to admire the purpled skin, the bruises that tell the world you’re taken by the man who gives you the best dick of your life.

Your hands rake through Toji’s hair when he dips down to pay attention to your neglected breast, lapping his tongue from the bottom of the plush skin up to your nipple. He blows on it, chuckling when you whine and shiver at the cool air.

“Such a sweet lil’ thing,” he coos, nipping at the hardened bud. You struggle beneath him, desperate for more, more friction, more touch, more pleasure. And oh, how Toji relishes in each and every little reaction and moan he pulls from you, all so cute.

The pressure of your hands against his head increases as you push him towards your dripping pussy and he grins up at you, pausing as his tongue swipes your nipple once more. “Patience, doll,” he teases in his sultry voice, rutting his hardened length against you.

“Toji, I need you,” you whine.

“Ah ah ah, what’d I say, girl?” He drags his hand slowly from your breasts down your stomach, backing onto his knees. “‘M not done with ya yet.”

You whimper, your grip on his hair tightening enough that Toji groans. Holding out on his own pleasure is something he rarely does but today, this moment, it’s all about you and he’ll be damned if you don’t let him take his time.

The taut skin of his scarred lip brushes your stomach and you jolt, big eyes watching him intently as he moves down your body. His lips leave uncharacteristically tender kisses down the length of your stomach before he smooths his tongue over that same line of kisses.

“Love feelin’ you here when I’m inside.” You follow his hand that settles over your stomach, your cheeks reddening at the vulgar words that spew from Toji’s lips. He chuckles at the sight of your blush. “When I’m deep inside n’ you clamp ‘round me so good, fuck,” he pushes his statement, grinning when your head falls back on the bed in an attempt to hide your flustered expression.

“Keep y’r eyes up here, mama.” You obediently raise your head again, hopelessly blushing and needy as you meet his hungry eyes. His gaze narrows as he hums out a ‘good girl’ that has your pussy pulsing with desire.

Toji continues his leisurely trail of sloppy kisses, nipping at the skin of your lower stomach that he knows you’ve been self conscious of in the past. He watches the way your body shivers when his teeth graze the skin, but then he presses a long, languid kiss to the skin, his eyes never once parting from your gaze.

“Y’r gorgeous, doll.”

Toji’s genuine words send a wave of heat through your body and you aren’t sure whether or not you’re more giddy, flustered, or horny at the sentiments he’s expressing as he worships every inch of you with wandering hands, teeth, and lips.

Continuing his motions, he revels in the way your back arches so perfectly for him with just one swipe of his fingers through your sopping folds. He smiles against the skin of your thighs, not oblivious to the fact that you’re trying to shy away from him as he sucks on the stretched skin of your upper thighs, covered in light stretch marks.

“Doll,” he pulls your attention back to him, your glazed eyes now intently watching his actions again. “I love you. N’ I love your thighs n’ everythin’ that comes with ‘em, scars n’ all.” You can’t help the genuine smile that spreads across your features at Toji’s genuine words.

“I love you too Toji,” you sigh dreamily as your husband presses his cheek to your thigh. He squeezes your leg with his free hand, his devilish smile causing you to tilt your head questioningly, only to throw it back against the bed as Toji’s finger plunges into your pussy and rips a gasp from you. “Shit, Toj-”

“She’s so fuckin’ sloppy for me,” he laments seconds before he pulls his digit from within you, jade irises fixed on the way your lips are parted in pleasure as you watch him suck your juices from his finger, pullling it from his lips with a pop! His tongue lolls out as he goes to press the flat of his tongue to your dripping cunt, always so vulgar.

“Wan’ you to fuck me, Toji,” you whine when his tongue dips inside you and sends pleasure up your spine like a firecracker popping.

“Patience, mama,” he chides, pulling back enough for you to see the arousal that drips from his chin. When you push him back down with a hand tangling in his raven hair, he chuckles and the vibration has you arching your back for more, more.

Obliging your silent plea, Toji thumbs the hood of your clit. “Shit, Toji-” you breathe out, your hips bucking.

“Still sensitive, darlin’?” He asks, but his tone is teasing and you know he has every intention of holding you down and pulling every last whine and moan he can from you in the only way he knows how.

Your legs tense around his head, breath coming out in pants when he swirls his tongue around your clit. “T-Toji-” You moan his name, fingers curling in his hair when he sucks on your clit and pleasure surges through your body.

“Tha’s right, listen to how sloppy she is f’r me,” his words are barely audible over the squelching of your pussy as he parts your folds with a finger before sliding two in.

“Hah- shit-!” You sob out as Toji gives you no time to adjust to his fast and repetitive movements, bullying his fingers against your already sensitive gummy walls. Your jaw goes slack, head lolling back as he curls his fingers so skillfully, so practiced in the way that has your toes curling and heels digging into his back.

Your husband hums, the vibration sending a wave of pleasure through your body as you squirm, your hips jerking. Toji slides his free hand from your thighs up to your hips, draping it horizontally across you as he holds you down. “Stop runnin’, mama.”

You whimper and gasp as the additional pressure on your lower stomach causes your body to jerk as a tight knot forms in your abdomen, the pleasure rapidly increasing. You squirm in Toji’s grasp which only has him chuckling at the sight of your overstimulated pleasure.

“Atta girl, give it t’ me. Wanna taste you,” his words are muffled in the folds of your cunt which spasms at the sound of his gruff voice. Your orgasm rips through you as you scream Toji’s name like a mantra, your vision blurring as tears streak from the corners of your eyes down your cheeks.

Toji’s fingers slow to a gradual halt, his tongue working you through the intense orgasm as he watches the way you twitch and jerk with each wave of your orgasm, your juices leaking onto his tongue steadily.

With one last lick up your folds, he pulls his fingers from you. You whimper as the pleasure continues to ring in your ears, but Toji’s nowhere near done.

“Tastes heavenly,” he grins at you and licks his lips as he sits up between your legs, barely managing to catch your glassy-eyed attention. “Can you give me one more, sweet girl?” He asks, softly kissing your lips.

Your arousal coats his lips and drips down his chin, warm when it hits your breast. You nod with a blissed out smile and Toji cannot possibly get enough of that look. He loves the way you take him so well, the way your body jerks and jolts with each calculated flick and curl of his tongue and fingers within you.

He loves the control.

He loves your body.

He loves you.

He wastes no time in finally pulling his shorts down along with his boxers, his head falling back as his rock-hard boner is finally freed from its confines, hitting his toned abdomen with a slap!

It’s all so lewd, the way Toji stares at you, drinking in your every expression as your mouth falls open when he pushes your legs up and presses his body against yours, legs held in place over his shoulders.

He lines himself up at your entrance and feeds you his cock, inch by inch, jaw clenching with desire as your walls squeeze him even after two orgasms.

“Shit, y’er tight,” he mumbles as he presses forward until his thick cock is buried to the hilt. Viridescent eyes lock onto yours as he uses every ounce of self control not to tear you apart right then and there for his own pleasure.

No, this is about you. He wants today to be about you.

“Y’ see how fuckin’ gorgeous you look takin’ my cock?” Your eyes lock to his gaze after the vulgar statement before shying away. “Nuh uh,” he grabs your chin, urging you to keep your eyes on him. “Wanna see y’r face.”

“F-fuck, fuck!” You gasp when he pulls out to the tip before slamming into you with no warning, your eyes rolling back as you practically see stars. Your reactions are like fuel to Toji’s fire as he groans at the sight of your eyes rolling back and his fingers part from your chin to rest on the bed at either side of your head as he pounds his cock into you.

It’s pure ecstasy and Toji’s been waiting for this moment all day. Your hands find purchase on his back and you pull him closer, deeper, running your nails down the length of his back. Angry red marks trail across his muscles but they’re a distant thought as Toji’s world is clouded in a haze of every moan and whimper he pulls from the back of your throat.

The room is filled with the lewd noises of your sloppy cunt, still so sensitive, squeezing his length with every thrust, followed by his heady pants and your moans.

“Squeezin’ me so tight, darlin’,” he groans, throwing his head back. He knows you’re close, he can tell by the way your moans and pleas turn to meaningless babbles and choked cries. 

“Feel so good, Toj, don’t- hah fuck- don’t stop-” you barely manage to choke out as your walls pulse and milk your husband until you’re all he can see.

His pace begins to falter and grow less rhythmic as his high closes in and he’s whispering down in your ear in such a husky voice you almost fall apart right then and there. “Where d’you want me, doll?”

“Inside, wanna feel- ah- you inside-” you beg in a whiny voice. He grins, kissing your jaw before his pace increases, growing sloppy as he chases his own high, knowing you’ll come down with him.

And god is he right, the moment his hard cock twitches and jerks inside you, your legs grow impossibly numb and pleasure tears through you like a tsunami, pulling with it a wave of moans and curses.

Toji leans forward on his arms as you pulse around his cock, slowing his pace to milk out every last drop of cum that fills you and drips down the hilt of his veiny length. Your chests heavy synchronously, both lips parted as you try to catch your breath.

When he regains his composure, Toji leans back, pulling himself out and watching with a smirk as the mix of his and your arousal drips so dirtily from your leaking hole, clenching around nothing.

“Good girl,” he praises you, leaning forward on his muscular arms to kiss you softly, sweetly. “Takin’ me so good,” he praises again, pulling back and admiring the way you timidly smile at him.

“Tojiiii,” you whine in a breathless giggle as he peppers kisses along your face. It’s so uncharacteristic of him you almost wonder what’s happened to your husband, but in truth you can’t wonder that when he had you folded in a mating press only seconds ago.

“Now don’t go thinkin’ anythin’ like that again, yeah?” When his words are met with your saccharine sweet grin, eyes still glazed over in bliss, he smirks.

No one gets to make him feel this way but you.

His perfect and gorgeous wife.

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[hamikiz]

Girl, I'm Into It!

Synopsis. Jus’ take it, girl, doesn’t matter if someone sees.

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, EXHÍBITIONISM, cúmplay, the elders, Geto’s cúlt, creampíes, getting interrupted, cóckwarming, GOJO’S POWERS, face-sítting (fem), true form!Sukuna, dp, semi-public, spítting, VERY pússydrúnk Geto, overstím, spánking, bréeding (Gojo), marathons, showing off, pet names, swéaring.

Word count. 5.9k

A/N. Hope you have a lovely week <3

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - A mouthful, woman!

“Mhm—” Toji’s babbling out a drawn-out groan, dragging the sharp bridge of his nose down your drooling slit. Veering slow and syrupy where your clit was just throbbing, “Yeah, that last job- actually. Gimme a sec, Shiu.”

And you can only gasp when he’s trapping that glaring phone screen between his ear and his shoulder, sliding the calloused expanse of his palm up, up, up your arched spine. 

Curling gently around your throat, “Now, who said you can stop sittin’ on m’face, doll?”

It’s said low - dangerous - loud enough that it just reached your ears above those saturated squelches. 

“B-but-” you shudder. “Shiu can-”

“B-b-but what?” He’s licking his slick-glossed lips, pooling your sweet sweet juices on his pinkish tongue. And oh just that one taste makes Toji moan, makes his eyes roll to the back of his head, thick fingers coming down in a swift smack! to hurry your honeyed answer. “S’not good to ah- leave someone hanging, y’know?”

His best friend on the other end of the line be damned, Toji was going to taste your pretty pussy one way or the other. 

“Yo, Fushiguro- where the hell did ya go?”

That makes you just jump, earning a rough snicker from the man underneath you. Words puffing out against your hole in a feverish pant, “Relax, girl, m’muted already.” 

And the rest of Shiu’s crackling voice can’t even register in his melty brain right now, can’t even be heard over that sudden gruff murmur ripping from his throat at the needy little drip! drip! drip! of your weepy cunt down his lolling tongue. Sliding all the way to the back of his throat. “For now.”

Toji’s prominent Adam’s apple bobs ravenously, before he’s just dragging your pliant body with a harsh tug - until your entire body weight is seated on his slutty mouth.

Exactly how he liked- no, loved it.

“See?” Sharp canines nip gently at your puffed-up pussy lips, you could feel Toji’s leering smirk widen, only plunging his pretty face deeper and deeper where you needed him the most. “Was that so hard?”

“N-no–” you’re mewling out, the truth babbling out of you when he slips past your swollen folds easily. Drinking in languid, calculated strokes up and down up and down up and-

“Helloooo? Ya better not have fucked off again, Fushiguro.”

Ah, yes. Toji’s rolling his eyes, taking his frustration out by giving you another stinging swat along your ass. 

And it’s so messy - you’re so sloppy on top of him that it takes a few glissading taps down his phone before Toji can finally unmute himself. Eyes bleary, ears thundering, mouth so drunken that he could barely speak - your pussy coating him in a sticky sheen of your slick with each ounce of pleasure. 

“Whaddaya say again, Shiu?” he’s slurring out - hoarse, strangled. The solid curve of his thumb gliding in a sopping wet dance across your sensitive clit, “Sorry was- eating.”

Toji laughs - he laughs - muffling the deep sounds by suckling on your leaky clit. Lapping at each and every pearlescent bead of your juices, high cheekbones hollowing out to scratch his obscene little taste buds roughly against the very peaked tip.

“You’re really eating mid-call?”

Shit, Toji can already feel the way you grow even more drenched at that, gushing out in a silken wave that dribbles down his chin. 

Smack!

It’s as if he was taunting you to break - to whine loud enough that Shiu would hear. Toji’s free hand is tightening around your neck, hauling you all over his face to meet in the messiest French kiss. “Oh you have no hah- idea.”

It’s just about the last thing said before Toji’s bullying his long tongue past that taut entrance to your sloppy hole, only needing one, two tiny grinds before your gummy walls are sucking him up deliciously. Molding around each one of his hazy drags, every saturated swirl around your cozy channel. 

“Well can ya be so fuckin’ loud-” You’re biting down on your lower lip hard enough to draw blood at Shiu’s little complaint. “Seriously- what are you even eating, you animal?”

“Jus’ a lil’ something sweet. The cutest of desserts.” Nosy prick, he’s musing half-deliriously. “Now are ya gonna t-talk business or do I needa hang up?”

But Toji knows he won’t be hanging up - not by the way every rattled-off detail about his next mission has you grinding your pussy down even more desperately onto his mouth. Snapping those delicate strings of spit and slick with each slobbering drag. Addicted. Hypnotic. 

Enough so that he doesn’t even know the date of his next job - and right now, Toji didn’t care. 

And you half-wonder how his tongue wasn’t cramping up right now, how his voice wasn’t just raw from those faint grunts of affirmation dragged out at Shiu’s conversation - non-stop, purposeful. 

And so was he.

You didn’t know who wanted you to cum more - you, or him. 

But when you do - you’re utterly sure that it’s your dear boyfriend. 

“Sh-shit-” you whisper, breath hitching with each desperate moan threatening to break free. And your nails just claw down his sculpted abs, hips gyrating in drippingly wet swivels with his tongue. Sure Shiu could hear now- “M’gonna cum-” They grow longer - sloppier. “Toji, m’cumming m’cumming- f-fuck-”

All Toji can do is giggle, as if he was fucked-out already. Shakily dipping his head further to ride you through your high, his nose nudges past your spread folds, into the base of your pussy, pointed chin kissing up against your puffy clit. Placing wet thrust after thrust that have you convulsing on top of him, the tiniest ah! ah! ah! leaving your ragged mouth when you feel his big beefy biceps flexing in a vice-like grip around your neck to hold you still. 

Addictive.

So much so that he’s barely even registering Shiu’s little, “You got all that?”

And you swear you hear Toji’s tough baritone crack at the very end, verging on a whine when he mumbles, “Y-yeah yeah- got all of it.”

“Alright, and- Fushiguro?”

“Mhm?”

“At least let a man join next time.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - Over-overtime

“Ken-”

“Shh, my love.”

“But Ken!”

Immediately, you’re feeling the soft graze of all five of Nanami’s thick fingers curling over your jaw-dropped mouth. Your shared, golden wedding ring cool over your heated skin when he puffs out in a feverish heave, “Please ah- quieten down those pretty moans, unless you w-want to be caught, darling.”

Honestly, Nanami wouldn’t even mind right now - wouldn’t even care for anything other than swiveling his hips into yours in a slow, sultry cadence.

Angry, red tip pushing you further and further into those important documents he should really be working on right about now. Your tight silken skirt riding high, hands scrambling towards the ends of his cool office desk-

“B-but-” you’re whining, muffled through his digits. “-but it feels so hck! good-” 

You little minx. Nanami can feel himself just gush out a trail of steamingly hot precum in response to your pretty moans, jaw clenching while he tries to hold back the deepest of guttural groans from breaking free. 

It was the first time he’d ever ignored any form of overtime for something like this. But feeling the slight shiver in your thighs, the way your pretty tits heave with each gasping inhale - shiiit, did he wish he did this sooner. 

Every night of overtime, every lunch break, every meeting. 

“S-s’that so?” he’s rasping, and the desk rattles when he picks up the pace. Ricketing after every smack! of his thick, hefty balls against your ass, girthy cock stretching you out maddeningly. “My cute lil’ wife w-wants so badly to moan out? To scream my name?”

“Yes–” you sob, and your trembly fingers can do nothing but snatch the yellow velvet of his favorite tie. Hauling your husband even pressingly closer, “D-don’t care if they hah- hear, need you, Ken-”

Fuck, that’s enough to have him gasping, entire body wracking with an almost-violent shiver. 

Moaning.

Frantically, his sweat-slicked head snaps towards the door - the shut door. 

Breathing out a sigh of relief, he nuzzles down the tender column of your neck. Nosing into your sweetened spots, “Hah- wouldn’t- wouldn’t even mind being fired for this heavenly pussy, my love-” he confesses. But for all how sweet his words were toned, Nanami only pounds you deeper against the desk. Now clattering against the wall with how roughly he was spearing into your melty depths. “But I don’t want them seeing my wife.”

The hand around your mouth was nothing more than a little formality at this point, and Nanami himself was getting so dangerously loud-

Each grunt is punctuated by a meaningful slam into your drippingly wet cunt. Slurring out a little with each one, loosely whispering saccharine praises in your ear. 

“So pretty-” he kisses the corner of your lips, your chin. Ravenous thumb reaching down to pull at your neglected clit, “So fucking sexy- ah you feel s-so good.” Leering smile too unlike him, growing at every one of your plush squeezes. “So- so loud-”

And, truly, the stuffy corporate room was so heady with the hypnotic smell and sound of sex - the sound of you two. 

But Nanami still wasn’t done.

“M-move your hand, darling.” he hiccups out, and you already know what he’s talking about. Scrambling to shift away the now-sopping wet hand you’d cushioned to deter the wet thwack of his cum-filled balls against your ass, his toned pelvis on your ass. They ring thunderously in your ears, “Yeah- yeahhh, fuck- jus’ like that.”

Without the barrier of your hand in the way, he’s hiking up one powerful thigh onto the smooth plane of the desk. The change in angle nudging his fattened tip against your bulging g-spot, drawing swift, sopping glides. He was so out of control now. 

And whatever’s left of his rational self knows that maybe he should slow down - be more mindful of the resounding squelches that your slutty cunt was drumming up.

But he couldn’t bring himself to care. 

Not when your slicked walls are clamping down around him so tight. Your eyes fluttering shut, spine arching definitively, mouth dropping open with the most honeyed call of his name when you cum. 

The noise so addictive - his favorite song - that Nanami isn’t too far behind. Overfilling your poor cunt over and over with thick globs of his cum. 

And god it was so much of it that Nanami doesn’t even realize when his arm falls down limply to cup your cheek, messily kissing your puckered-up lips. You whine into the heated kiss of teeth and lips when he gushes out in velvety ropes of potent seed. 

So fucking much. Enough to paint a glossy ring around his thick base, soaking those tufts of blond, dribbling down in a creamy pool at his polished work shoes, slippery.

“O-oh fuck yeah-” he’s spitting profanity after profanity. Twitchy cock still fucking you through the peaks of your own high, “Shhh- sh- c’mon now, milk me- milk fuck, take it all f’me–”

So caught up in his own bliss that Nanami finds his head lolling to the side when he’s finally cracking his eyes open - more to take a look upon that gorgeously fucked-out expression on your face than anything. When his gaze catches on something else-

The door. 

Open. 

A stunned Higuruma standing right by it, one hand holding a pile of documents that were sure to be the work he was actually supposed to be doing, the other adjusting his too-tight pants.

Which, while Nanami understood - hell, he could feel his still-cumming dick spurt out another gripping load of wispy white - didn’t mean he was going to let it slide. Not even for his closest coworker. 

“O-on the other hand…” he muses, throat shot. Looking right into greedy, alarmed eyes when he rubs a lazy gyration on your throbbing clit, bring the glossy, sheened digits up, up, up to his mouth. Tongue lingering on his glistening wedding ring, “Why dontcha be as loud as possible f’me, my love?”

♡ GETO SUGURU - So? Let ‘em see.

“Fuck-” Geto’s panting out, dark brows knitting tighter together after each wrenched-out moan. “Fuck.”

God, it was just about the least he could word out right now - words a ragged pitch, head throwing backwards with each smooth squeeze of your sopping wet pussy around into his swollen cock. Slow, languid glides that only made him impossibly harder. 

And part of him knows, he should keep up that cold, cult-leader facade in front of the group gathered around you two this very moment. To show off how calculating he really is when something is done wrong.

How no one’s safe - not even you, his sweet, special second-in-command.

But you’re looking over your shoulder at him with those glassy, tear-filled eyes and he’s already defeated. Nothing against you. 

“S-Sugu–” you whimper, drool dripping down the side of your lips - which he cranes down to lick away with a lazy swipe. Pinning you down with the weight of his hulkingly sculpted body to prevent your mindless little gyrations.

But Geto already knows that won’t stop your trembly fingers from wrapping around the base of his pretty red cock, hot and heavy in your hand. Begging, “I need you to fuck me so bad- need you ngh-”

He was painfully rock-hard, cum-filled balls pulled so taut that he almost looked like he’d burst if he wasn’t pummeling inside your gummy walls this very second. And just squeeze of your soft palm has Geto’s thick, round tip coating down your wrist in a swelteringly hot coat of his precum. Glossy and translucent. 

Needy.

“Heh, ya sick of cockwarming already, gorgeous?” he’s leering down at you with a sexily smug smirk, pearly white teeth biting his bottom lip raw to hold back his tiny grunts. “M’not sure you’ve m-made it up to us already-”

“Please!”

Smack!

His slender fingers soothe over the stinging imprint across your ass, Geto’s leaning back to take in that heavenly view with his half-lidded eyes. The way your greedy pussy drips! down onto the tatami mats, how you shiver so prettily on all fours for him.

Taking only a split-second to drench his slender digits on the mess you were trailing down his cock, bullying them unapologetically between your lips. Geto’s chest rumbles with the vibrations of his ragged whisper in your ear, “Watch it, pretty girl.”

You’re choking around his thick fingers - such a sweet, sweet sound that almost hurts Geto to talk over. 

Turning to the rest of the eagerly-watching room- “So, d’you think my gorgeous girl deserves it? After she-” Swirling his digits around your tongue, pressing hard into the narrow back of your throat. “-failed our last mission?”

Your ears are ringing, eyes too bleary to look up at any of the expressions of your fellow members. “Sugu-”

“Shhh–” Geto’s deeply rich tone is soothing, though the way his leaky tip just twitches is anything but. “We’re holdin’ a vote- s’rude to interrupt a vote.”

And fuck, Geto didn’t care about a fucking vote, didn’t care what any one else has to say. Honestly, he doesn’t think he even got through counting half the hands raised - or what it was even for.  

But you feel the way his achy cock swells up even thicker, expanding your clingy channel to your limits. His fat, bulbous tip only grows toastier inside of you, throbbing in a thrumming tempo. Faster. Desperate. 

“Sh-shit- s-so deep-” you’re hiccuping, hands trembling with fatigue where you were holding yourself up. And had it not been for one of Geto’s big, strong arms circling firmly around your waist, it would’ve been absolutely impossible to stop yourself from collapsing into a needy mess right in front of him. 

Ah, but right now Geto felt like a needy mess - having teased both of yourself to the ends of your insanity by now.

He has to blink back the overstimulated tears in his eyes, huff and puff that guttural whine in his voice, the sheer excitement in his eyes. “Well then…” Geto’s purring, planting a path of hot pecks down your neck. “Majority wins.”

And then it feels like you’re being split apart, like you’re being thrust all the way into the ends of your lungs with how hard Geto’s pounding into you. Not even giving you a split-second to accommodate before he rummages his heated cock around your tight pussy. The very outer rides of his prominent veins peeking into your sensitive spots. 

You scramble to grab onto the carpet, the silken sheets, anything when his powerful hips reel back and forth back and forth back and-

“What?” he heaves out as a voice pipes up nearby. Taking a few sloppy seconds to actually register the words let alone the language, with how good you felt milking the fucking soul out of him. “Oh- you’re right-”

Suddenly, he’s sitting back on his knees, dragging you with him like some glorified ragdoll. Geto snickers into the tender crook of your neck, your body all limp and pliant on top of him, seated until you were spearheaded so thoroughly on his messy erection. 

Eyes rolling to the back of his head, long strands of his inky hair sticking to his sweat-sheened forehead, picking up such a merciless cadence. Sharp hip bones dig into you, Geto’s hefty balls sure to leave a raised circular imprint on your thighs, his tip on your cervix - your lungs. 

“Don’ be shy~ let ‘em see, they’re- they’re sayin’ you’re trying to ah- r-run away–” he’s whining in your ear, defined canines sinking down into your ear lobe. “Begged to be fucked n’ this is the th-thanks I get? M’heartbroken, gorgeous.”

But oh, he didn’t sound like it - not even close. 

Dragging his wet, wet lips in a sodden kiss against your sagging mouth, Geto sounded like he was about to laugh. “Now- does everyone here think she deserves a lil’ punishment for that, too?”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - “Sh-shh, baby…”

Choso can’t do anything right now, can’t even say anything other hushed, broken praises and urgent warnings in your ear to quiet down. 

But oh he should’ve known that your teasing self wouldn’t listen. He should’ve known that you’d be toying with his sanity the second you slipped under those blankets with him for Itadori family movie night. That you’d run your greedy fingers across the sensitive curve of his dick - taunting. For just a second - before escaping towards the bathroom with a wink, taking his rationality right along with you-

“Spacing out, Cho?” you’re giggling from the smoothened marble counter, batting those sultry lashes up at him in a way that makes his overworked cock twitch. “Or are ya just thinking about me again?”

And, well, the movie probably ended hours ago.

The sound of your pretty voice is enough to make him whine, to have his thick fingers bunching up at the hem of your translucently drenched panties - still pulled just enough aside to have him grind up deeper into you. 

“N-no-” His lower lip wobbles with that panted-out answer, burning cheeks hidden away when your sweet boyfriend swipes over the curve of his thumb to your leaky cunt. Smearing that glossy trail of cum from your sodden slit, “Jus’- hngh, don’ squeeze me like that, baby- jus’ thinking that maybe we should h-head back.”

He says this, but you feel the way Choso’s reddened cock just weeps out another sloshing gush of milky precum, stretching out your already-overfilled walls with another coat of his. Just once. 

And then again. And again.

“Sh-shit-” He’s suddenly rutting his hips unsteadily, ferally, pulling out the most drippingly wet squelches when he bullies the very rotund tip of his fat head into your cervix. Sweat-sheened forehead drooping against yours, rosy red lips  slacking open, “Shit shit shit shit- have to- have to go- but I’m so hngh! so addicted, ahh my pretty girl-”

Just one, powerful jackhammer was enough to get him pussydrunk all over again.

“Y-yeah?” you ask, struggling through fucked-out gasps. Your hands find their way around his broad shoulders now, tracing over those deep red nail marks clawed across his creamy skin. “What about the m-”

“Don’t you d-dare mention the movie-”

Choso finds it impossible to hide the broken sob in his words, to not let a big fat tear splatter onto your own lips when his furious cock massages your plush walls back and forth. 

“S’probably o-over and-” And shit, he can’t hold back anymore, muffling those honeyed moans with pressurized peck after peck. Leaving your lips ragged and half-bruised. “And I ngh- d-didn’t even get to pay attention and-” Abruptly, Choso’s head is thrown back, brows scrunching, voice whimpering. “-fuck we’re gonna get- caught-”

It was so loud - those saturated slurps emanating out from your needy pussy every time you were milking him dry. 

That sodden slap! of skin-on-skin echo across this snug, heady bathroom and making Choso’s cheeks flush with embarrassment. And he’s sure his family outside can hear it through the door. Fuck- 

Yet, he’s pounding meanly into your gummy pussy, dewy eyes locked onto that heavenly view of his glistening cock disappearing with each one. Your swollen folds rubbed raw with every kiss against his thick base, bulging outwardly, snapping delicate strings of cum and you you you-

“Then- then why don’t we oh- stop, baby?” you’re purring, tugging on his damp strands of hair. “If you’re so scared of g-getting caught we can-”

“No!”

If it was any other moment, you’d have toyed with poor Choso just a bit more for interrupting you - and he’d apologize and apologize until you crack.

But right now, the only thing you could focus on was how he was fucking you into the counter even harder, to indent that cool surface onto your skin, to mark the round divot of his tip into your g-spot. Over and over.

“Then what do you w-want, sweetheart?” you gasp, feeling blood pump rapidly into every solid inch of him. Growing him even bigger, even girthier - stretching out your very insides until you could feel Choso brush over every single nook and cranny inside you. 

“Want you-” he’s moaning. Voice lilting higher in pitch and volume with each wrenched-out word. “Want you want you want- want you ngh- d-don’t even care anymore.” 

Drunk on your pussy, he barely even realizes it when he’s smearing his fingers across that sopping wet gloss of around your inner thighs. Pooling each thick dredge, before just plugging them back into your overstuffed pussy.

“Hngh!”

“Shhh sh-shh…” His mouth hovers agonizingly closer to yours, and for a second, you think that Choso is going to place a sweet kiss upon your lips. But, insead, he’s tilting his head ever-so-slightly to suck on your tongue.

“Gotta be q-quiet-” he’s keening like a mantra, riotous digits now swiveling around and around your clit. Tired, sloppy but still never-ending - swollen twitching wildly inside your dripping cunt. “Quiet- ah fuck gotta-” Mouth running a mile a minute, you were so soft inside every time he was mashing into your sweet spots. He was out of control now. “Can’t be- caught- ah- please-”

And maybe at this very moment, Jin is turning up the volume to the tv even past its maximum, grandpa Itadori takes off his hearing aid - Sukuna just cackles. 

Because in a split-second, Choso’s slamming his hand down on the counter beside you, groaning huskily into your ear, spitting out curse after curse when he cums and cums against your snug walls until he couldn’t anymore. 

You feel his spazzing wet shaft heaten up inside you, pumping out blanks now. Heavy balls squeezing like he’d run out of his voluminous, thick cum. “W-wait did you just hah!”

“M-maybe….fuck-” Choso drags his lips down your jaw, sharply nipping tiny bites for everyone to see. “Y’know, baby- I think I hear another movie playin’.”

Shit.

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - Queen of curses

Ryomen Sukuna would never admit it - would never even think to hint at it - but oh, how he loved having you like this.

With your bleary head lolling into his pecs, drool swiping a glossy glide across his smooth skin, hips squirming and just jittering atop where he had you sat all prettily on two matchingly aching cocks. Unmoving. Unrelenting. 

All in front of them.

“Well- whaddaya think, brat?” Sukuna’s leering down into your dazed eyes with his devilish red ones. “You think they hah- deserve death?”

Everyone - everyone - in Sukuna’s decadent throne room flinches. All the way from the spattering of lower curses groveling at the much larger demon’s feet, to you. The staggering curvature of your spine bowing only deeper, batting your teary lashes up at him. 

“I- I don’t-” Each gasped-out little answer catches in your chest at the rabid thump! thump! thumping of his furious heads against your gummy walls. 

His true form was so incredibly massive. Pressing up thoroughly in an indenting little swivel - god, no matter how many times you took him, the intense stretch of his girthy shafts always left your clingy walls struggling to accommodate him, scrambling for your sanity. 

“Don’t?”

And it comes out higher-pitched than Sukuna’s usual rumbling baritone. An almost-believable little look of shock splattered all across his handsome face as he tightens two beefy arms around your body. 

“My queen is sayin’ she doesn’t know?” He’s bouncing his muscular knee in both annoyance, and to drag your slobbering pussy down each length. Tiny, punishing gyrations back and forth. “Can ya believe this?”

It takes you a few more sloppily spent seconds to realize with a jolt that he’s not addressing you in that last sentence - your glassy gaze fixated on how he tilts his head at the few curses behind you two. Snickering out a bout of dark laughter, “My lil’ human- the queen, s’too cockdrunk to even hand your sorry asses your fates.”

Huffing, you pound at his broad chest in a way that he thinks almost tickles. Mumbling with the sort of pout that makes him throb, “S’not m-my fault, Kuna!”

“Not your fault” is an understatement - because Sukuna’s hips were slowly but surely rocking upwards into your sopping cunt. Busying one of his hands with gripping your hips roughly, rummaging your insides with every thorough ram, one of his swollen cocks branding against your g-spot, the other making circular indents along your cervix.  

“Awww, you’re absolutely right, woman.” he slurs out. “S’my fault you w-wan’ed to ride my cock while I hold court, hm?” Jostling you on top of him to manspread, holding on tight to the armrests of his throne to just fuck up into you. “My fault your p-pretty pussy’s too selfish?”

You can only keen when his hefty set of balls sting against your ass, and the tiniest of jolts to your body has Sukuna seizing the opportunity to dip his hand down to your throbbing clit. 

Toying. Pulling. Rolling. 

“P-please-” you’re whining out a syrupy string of profanities that make him titter, and the stupefied curses behind you gasp. Stupidly, “M’not selfish- hngh-”

Shit, your pretty moans were such music to his ears. And one glimpse at the scum behind you two revealed that they thought so too. Heh, which is probably what’s spurring him to slam into you even deeper, to thumb your pussy lips apart and show off how well you were milking inch after inch of him. 

And those other curses could already spy the way Sukuna bulged even bigger inside of you, the way your dewy eyes rolled to the back of your head. 

They almost had half the mind to be concerned if it wasn’t for that uncharacteristically sappy smile on their king’s face.

“Damn. Is that so?” his hips grind up into yours faster. Sloppier. The hard lines of his hip bones making themselves at home imprinting against yours. Sukuna cranes his head down to bite at your slack lips, dangerous. “Then why dontcha hah- give these little heathens their punishment for disrespecting your king?”

It’s just about all you can do to whirl your teary gaze backwards, meeting widened sets of cursed eyes. Watching. Waiting. Greedy gazes dipping down-

“J-jus’ finish them off-” you’re squealing, sputtering to get out your words in full when Sukuna’s thick fingers move inhumanly fast on your clit. Quick, taunting circles. “Jus- fuck-”

That earns you the tiniest of swats on your sensitive nub - and he was being nice. “Ah ah- what a naughty mouth. Honestly, m’thinkin’ you should be the one to be punished - wouldn’t you trash agree?”

You don’t get to hear their answer - but you don’t have to, either. 

Because just then, two, thick fingers tap on the side of your cheek - and you already knew what that meant. You didn’t even have to think about it before letting your mouth fall open in haste, tongue lolling out perfectly. 

His absolute favorite part when Sukuna spits - once. Twice. A thick wad of honeyed saliva right onto the middle of your taste-buds, splattering in a translucent puddle down the side of your mouth. All despite his famously perfect aim. 

Sukuna grins, wiping another one of his thumb across your lower lip. On purpose, of course. 

“There- one punishment down and…” In only a split-second, you feel yourself being flipped - easily, pliantly - to have your back pressed up against all the ridges and curves of Sukuna’s muscles. Two bulging cocks still spearheaded all the way into the very back of your poor pussy, rough palms weighted underneath your legs, spreading you open almost shamefully in front of your audience. “-one more to go.”

The audience that Sukuna was pussydrunken enough to half-forget by now. 

“Ah, you pathetic scum are still here.” His chest vibrates with hissed-out words, breath hot against your ear. He’s whispering - to you, this time, “Whaddaya say- if ya squirt on m’cock I’ll finish ‘em off, my queen?”

♡ GOJO SATORU - POWA

Not one. Not two.

Not even the entire council of elders could stop Satoru Gojo from taking exactly what he wanted - you. 

Not the way your joints were protesting at this rude mating press he had you folded into, how his poor, overworked cock was twitching a mile a minute trying to keep up with his vigorous cadence - not even the fact that the two of you were being heard.

“T-Toru–” you’re begging, but it comes out as more of a strangled little mess of moans than anything. Your nails claw rawly down his back - yards upon yards of red, red lines. “The elders are just- out- the- door-”

Oh, but it was so hard to spit out any coherent sentences with the way that your husband was ramming his swollen cock into your with reckless abandon. Each and every ragged thrust like his hips were moving before his very mind - like he was just chasing that toasty hug of your walls. 

It takes a few more sloppy spearheads into the very back of your cunt before his pussydrunk brain can manage to find the words, “So what?”

You’re gasping when his palm comes down in a shuddering smack! right onto the smooth tatami of your living room floor. Too depraved. Too restless to have taken you anywhere else. 

Those pressurized waves causing the tiniest of tremors in the ground underneath you - more to piss off the grumbling elders outside than anything, if those muffled whispers were anything to go by.

For them to hear, to imagine. But not to see - no, because Gojo Satoru was a possessive bastard over his dear wife. 

“They sh-show up to my Estate-” he gasps out - voice dragged hoarse, each word spat with the utmost venom you haven’t heard Gojo talk with to even his deepest of enemies. “Interrupt my time with my wife to demand hah- shitty talks of clan politics and- heirs.” And you swear his cerulean eyes just glow in the dim lighting, biting down hard on your earlobe, “And expect not to get a firsthand experience on makin’ an heir, heh-”

You’re keening when it seems like he’s hitting all your sweetened spots at such an inhuman pace. Scrunched eyes tinging with slight blue lightning when he glides a splayed-out palm across your stomach-

“F-fuck, Toru-” your own greedy gaze widens when his long index draws an invisible line halfway across your stomach. Deftly feeling for that bulging nudge of his fattened tip denting into your g-spot, smirking at that feeble recoil. “Are- are you using six eyes?”

At this, Gojo’s babbling out a humorless bout of laughter - broken, higher-pitched, murmured into the corner of your mouth. 

“And?” His aching cock was just sobbing swelteringly hot precum with every surging ram, and so was Gojo - the stimulation of your plushy walls and the use of his jujutsu too much that he can feel his eyes well up with big, bulbous tears. “Hafta- hngh! hafta give ‘em a lil’ lesson on how strong our heir’s gonna be, right, sweetheart?”

You finding yourself clinging desperately onto Gojo’s snowy locks, boring up into his half-lidded, red-rimmed eyes. “Y-yes- gonna hafta- hngh- just hafta have you fill me up, Toru–”

Clearly, that was not what he was expecting.

Because this little answer leaves the strongest heaving in deep inhales of air. Barely even realizing the slow, lazy nod he’s giving you - a fucked-out grin spreading across his pretty features when he tilts his head towards your firmly shut sliding door. 

“Mhm- jus’- hngh-” he groans, head throwing back at the mess of gooey translucence that dribbles its way down from your snugly filled cunt. “Jus’ need ya to say it a ah- little louder f’me, my wife- p-please?”

“Wan’ you t-to give me an heir-”

“Louder, sweetheart.”

“Wan-”

“Louder-”

You scream - you moan. And you cum, crashing into your orgasm headfirst, faster than either of you expected-

“Fuck- fuck yeah, gonna fill ya up-” Gojo’s gaping in awe, unable to rip his eyes away from your beautiful face all twisted in ecstasy. Just the very furrow in your brows, the trickle of drool at the corner of your lips, the way your hot insides massage him so snug makes him fuck you into the tatami faster. “Gonna make ya a p-pretty momma- hngh- all round n’ glowing- Give you all my cum until all they can see is me- fuck- me me me.”

Forehead pressed up damply against yours, his abs burn at the fervent drive of his weeping dick. Sensitive shaft feeling his thick precum slosh around your insides with each aggressive grind. 

And he’s fucking wondering already how you two haven’t broken bones yet. 

Much, much later, he’ll figure out that it was his reverse cursed technique. That his cock runs red and raw after tonight, that the power bursts out in all prefectures in Tokyo when Gojo Satoru finally cums. 

Halfway on purpose - letting loose of his jujutsu a bit more than necessary. 

He snickers at the chorus of gasps from outside when shards of lightbulbs flow across the room, whimpers spilling from his ravaged mouth. “Heheh- serves ‘em right-” Drilling into you sloppily, so deep. “Gonna f-find out- gonna fuck a baby into ya- hngh- an heir- fuck serves ‘em right–”

Oh, he’s running his mouth a mile a minute with little nonsense - and you can’t speak at all. Feeling those darting spurts of his potent seed at your very lungs, the sheer volume knocking against your womb. Over and over in a silky white gloss. It drools out of your sopping wet slit, soiling a puddle underneath your sweat-slicked bodies. 

“Oh, sweetheart-” Gojo simpers, and shit, you already knew his tone didn’t bode well for your poor, overspilling pussy. His eyes lock on the door, “I don’t think our guests have left yet-”

“Because you froze them with your jujutsu-”

“How about another round?”

A/N. These poor side characters do NOT get paid enough lemme tell ya that.

Plagiarism not authorized.

[hamikiz]

TOJI FUSHIGURO ! ⋆˚

one shots

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✧ behind the bars dub-con, mutual masturbation, voyeurism, exhibitionism, dirty talk, handjob, power imbalance, etc.

✧ after dark maintenance non-con, coercion, home invasion, power imbalance, fingering, bathroom sex, breeding kink, forced orgasm, dirty talk, etc.

✧ gunpoint pleasure non-con, gun-play, humiliation, degradation, size kink, forced mutual masturbation, grinding, riding, forced breeding, forced orgasm, mating press, prone bone, possessive behavior, etc.

✧ rooms don't keep secrets home invasion, panty kink, masturbation, dirty talk, possessive yandere-like behavior, illegal/non-con surveillance, etc.

✧ slumbering darling somnophilia, dub-con, manipulation, titjob, assjob, possessive sex, possessive behavior, breeding kink, soft cnc, spit kink, dirty talk, missionary, etc.

✧ back in the ring non-con, forced blowjob, piss kink, missionary, doggystyle, mating press, forced breeding, dirty talk, power imbalance, possessive/obsessive sex, etc.

✧ body first, theory later professor x student, virgin!reader, manipulation, dubcon, size kink, cunnilingus, fingering, blowjob, face-fucking, squirting, creampie, overstimulation, mating press, spitting kink, breeding kink, classroom sex, etc.

✧ honeymoon hangover husband/wife kink, blowjob, cunnilingus, dirty talk, size kink, soft non-con, cowgirl, mating press, overstimulation, toji has a tongue piercing and an eyebrow piercing, etc.

✧ hide and seek non-con, forest sex, power imbalance, , knife play, obsessive/possessive behavior, possessive sex, spit kink, cunnilingus, blowjob, overstimulation, missionary, mating press, etc.

drabbles/headcanons

toji is obsessed with your tits ⋆ toji is obsessed with your post-partum body (especially your tits) ⋆ sweat kink ⋆ toji unleashes his primal nature ⋆ toji's favorite sex positions are prone bone and mating press ⋆ toji has a huge thing about you being his wife ⋆ toji has a huge thing for your pussy (especially your bush) ⋆ piss kink ⋆ panty kink ⋆ toji loves it when you degrade him

[hamikiz]

welcome home <3

he’s unboxed ! who cheered. by far one of my most requested fics of all time. started this series 6 months ago and it remains one of my favs :,) this is by no means the end though ! i haven’t been writing any of the additions to this series in “order” and i am still 100% open to writing about his life inside/after prison lol. thank u to all the lovely ppl that have been showing love to these since april mwah mwah mwah mwah

as always, prison bf toji series linked here <3

content: (incarceration, fem reader, fluff, hurt/comfort, p in v smut, pining, road head, swallowing, creampie, dirty talk, multiple rounds)

“just step through here and—yep,” the guard waves his security want across your outstretched arms, clearing you to take your belongings from the conveyor belt.

you’d done this dance a hundred times over the past seven years, driving up to the district penitentiary twice a week to see your boyfriend—now fiancé.

toji told you he didn’t have it in him to wait, popping the question during a conjugal visit a month ago. 

the man had known he’d wanted to marry you even before he got locked up. the feeling was mutual, but unspoken, always hanging in the air between the two of you.

you on the other hand had known you wanted to marry toji the moment he whispered his first “i love you,” said to you through the crackly speaker of a burner phone on a night when neither of you knew if he’d be coming home or not.

you make a beeline for the release wing, breaking into a subtle jog without drawing too much attention to yourself. the bouquet of green flowers you’d bought at the grocery store jostles in your purse, leaving a breadcrumb trail of stray petals.

there, around a bend and down the corridor stands the man of your dreams, flanked by officers and personnel at the front desk. 

metal cuffs clack together as the man reaches to accept a clipboard from the release agent, skillfully uncapping the pen with his teeth to fill out the means for his freedom.

he looks up a split second before you speak, dropping the clipboard with an audible clatter. toji tears down the corridor with a look that speaks of relief beyond words.

“toji!” you yell, sprinting to the inmate with outstretched arms. you nearly trip over your own feet with how quick you barrel towards him.

warm bodies clash together at last, squeezing, cradling, and caressing every inch of each other at last. his law enforcement entourage watches from afar, some smiling, others annoyed.

you’re lifted clean off the ground as strong, tattooed arms slip over your head and around your body. thick fingers work their way into your hair, cradling your head to his shoulder. 

actions speak louder than words, you know that much from how quickly he buckles, dropping to his knees with your body still wrapped around his. 

toji smells different every time you come to visit. there were days when the tang of blood stuck to his skin no matter how hard he scrubbed, a telling sign of his short temper. 

other days he’d smell like the earth, soil from the rec field permeating his already brown garments after his morning run.

once in a while, you’d catch hints of industrial paint and car exhaust, a smell built up from hours of making license plates for pocket change from the state. “pennies,” he’d tell you, “that’s all we fucking get in here.”

today, toji smells like himself. like the man you fell in love with 7 years ago in the passenger seat of a BMW, gazing into green eyes while gentle hands brushed the hair from your face. 

you almost think he’s laughing until warm tears trickle through the porous fabric of your shirt. 

strong shoulders quiver as quiet sobs rack his body, you rub his back in small circles, unable to pull away with how tight he’s holding you against his chest.

“i love you,” the inmate whimpers, wiping hot tears with his sleeve. he pulls back to press your lips together, mumbling nonsense in between kisses.

“pretty girl—m’ sorry— missed you,” his hands shake as they curl into the fabric at your waist.

you’d seen him cry exactly twice in his life. the first being the night he’d opened up to you in full for the first time, quietly relaying stories of neglect and abuse from his childhood while you kissed tears from his cheeks.

the second was well, the day he went away.

to see him break down like this so openly was devastating. he hated being emotional, told you it was humiliating. you’re sure he felt more than vulnerable, the leader of the city’s biggest drug ring, crumpled on the floor of a prison hallway 

“it’s okay baby,” you tell him, still rubbing circles into his skin.

to touch him like this, at last, was unlike anything the two of you had been allowed to experience for the past 7 years. this wasn’t your two legally allowed hugs at the beginning and end of your visits, or a quick fuck in a storage closet.

this was love. to hold and be held in front of law enforcement personnel without threat of being reprimanded. this was the first time you had been allowed to feel him under the tips of your fingers with an audience, publicly declaring your claim on each other without fear. 

you never blamed toji for what had happened, as angry as you were that first year. he blamed himself enough for the both of you really. 

you’d come to learn over the years that it had already been too late for him to get out of his line of work way before you’d found each other, a cycle he couldn’t break.

prison was always a possibility, inevitable even. that’s just how it was.

you slowly gather your purse off the ground, cellophane-wrapped flowers coming into view. 

“for me?” he laughs, slightly embarrassed. dark green carnations, just like his eyes. 

“who else?” you tease, watching the distress melt from his face.

you share a look briefly, yours saying you’re safe with me. his saying i know.

the soft clicks of black work boots pull you from your thoughts, a female officer in tow.

“you guys ready to get started?” she asks softly, shooting you a sympathetic look.

toji stands with a chuckle, not letting you respond. silver cuffs dig into the meat of your thighs as you’re carried back to the group.

 ˚ ✧ ───────────

half an hour of paperwork for his freedom. that’s what you give the prison in exchange for his belongings and dignity. 

the waiting room is quiet, sterile air filtering through dated vents. calloused fingers rub over your ankle, legs propped up in his lap.

“feels like a hospital in here,” he mumbles, trying to cut through the silence.

the cuffs are gone, thank god. though you’re more than unhappy with the marks they left on his wrists. toji doesn’t seem to mind, used to almost a decade of this treatment.

the release desk worker slides you two a yellow bag under the glass divider once you finish your task, pointing you in the direction of the bathrooms in case toji wanted to change. 

the inmate—no, ex-inmate you remind yourself— hands you the bag with a disinterested look. 

he doesn’t want to remember, you realize. too scared to wear the suit he had on the day the world took you from him. you quickly trash the old clothes and hold out your shoulder bag to him, fresh clothes neatly folded inside. 

“always prepared huh?” toji smiles, grateful at the gesture. “haven’t changed a bit.”

you wait a couple of minutes outside the single-stall bathroom, physically picking your jaw up off the floor when he emerges.

to say that his old shirt fit would be... egregiously wrong. blasphemous even.

toji’s shirt doesn’t just “not fit”, it’s bursting at the seams as it struggles to accommodate his hulking form, stretching over plains of corded muscle like a rubber band pulled too tight. 

seeing him so often had likely gotten your brain used to the change, preventing you from realizing how fucking big your fiancé had gotten. truly.

the black garment is so tight against his body that it’s practically a second skin. you make note of the way it molds into the dips and curves of his abs, mentally reminding yourself to get him to wear it for you later. 

you suppose the change makes sense. if toji wasn’t with you on a day visit he was always in his cell, sticking to a strict workout regimen to take his mind off things. still, you rack your brain trying to pinpoint how and when such a massive transformation slipped your mind.

a tattooed hand snaps you out of your trance, cradling your cheek.

“you focused?” your fiancé teases, rubbing circles into your jaw with his thumb.

“i think that thing’s gonna explode if you move,” you swat his hand away. 

“would you rather i take it off to be safe?” he asks, jutting a thumb behind him at the waiting room desk.

the workers make no attempt to hide their oggling, faces pressed against the glass barrier separating your party from theirs.

“no— god keep it on,” you mutter, shooting them a nasty look.

“you and your girlfriend ready to go fushiguro?” an officer says, holding the door open for the both of you. toji squats down momentarily to get a grip on your thighs, folding you over his shoulder to carry you fireman style.

“wife,” he corrects, shouldering past the guard and trudging down the corridor with calculated steps.

the coos that ring out from the help desk are humiliating.

waxed tile fades into worn concrete as the two of you pass the threshold into the prison parking lot, your soon-to-be-husband muttering a curt “go fuck yourselves” to the officers who’d wished him good luck on his way out the door.

you’re proud of him for holding his tongue, in a way. knowing toji and his temper there were a hundred more creative and undoubtedly gruesome things he could have said to the personnel who’d kept him locked up for the better half of a decade. 

the world flips right side up again as you’re gently placed on your feet in front of the car. 

toji raises his head to the sky, basking in the warmth of the afternoon sun.

“s’ nice,” he mumbles, reaching to intertwine your hands. “felt the sun during rev time but.. not like this.”

you hum, rubbing your thumb over tattooed knuckles. 

“get ready to experience a lot more sun then,” you giggle. “wanna have a look at the car?” the question is more of a rhetorical one at this point considering he’s already running his hand over the hood with a whistle.

“haven’t seen this baby in a while,” he smiles, internally gushing at your choice to welcome him to the world in the car he used to drive you home the night you met. your fiancé doesn’t have to say thank you, you know how grateful he is from his smile alone.

he falters for a bit, looking like a newborn fawn with how careful his steps are as he circles the vehicle. you figure wearing proper shoes instead of rubber slides must feel at least a little abnormal after 7 long years. 

“alright,” toji states, rolling his shoulders in his too-tight top. “fuck are we waiting for, i wanna go home.”

 ˚ ✧ ───────────

you pay no mind to toji the first time he turns to look at you, opening his mouth to say something before slumping back into his seat with a frustrated sigh.

the fourth time it happens, you speak up.

“what are you doing?” you laugh, eyeing him from the driver's seat

“getting rubbed to death by my fucking zipper,” he mutters, repositioning his lower half to take the pressure off his cock. his frustration isn’t aimed at you in the slightest, all blame placed on his bottoms.

oh.. oh.

the whirlwind of emotions toji had gone through in the past 3 hours alone had taken a toll on his mind and body. but tasting the first morsels of freedom with you, alone in a car that smelled like you? you’d be worried if he wasn’t hard.

you had no problem helping his little problem go away, the question was how soon.

the idea that piques on you is absolutely shameful, you’re not even sure where it came from but you don’t have it in you to care. 

you know this road, you’ve used it a thousand times to make the trip up to the penitentiary. judging by how long you’d been driving you’d say there was about 10 minutes left before ruler-straight tar merged into the twists and turns of the suburbs.

“when did your license expire?” you ask, cautiously peering in the rearview mirror. good, no cars.

“3 years ago,” he laughs, “why?”

fuck it, you think.

“you still remember how to steer?” 

“course i d— oh.”

it finally dawns on him. you smile, shooting him a look that says “want to?”

you’re sure you have your answer judging by how quick he shucks his jeans and boxers down, freeing his cock from its confines.

“oh fuck,” he groans, struggling to keep his eyes open as your mouth presses against his base. 

your fiancé steers while your head bobs just beneath the dash, one hand on the wheel and the other placed firmly at the crown of your head, guiding you up and down the shaft.

your throat flexes around the intrusion, fighting the hulking feeling of his length mercilessly fucking into your mouth.

“fuck, perfect girl— my girl,” he shudders, hips moving to buck into your slick throat.

“gonna cum, gonna— shit,”

fingers kissed in dark ink massage your throat softly, urging you to swallow the hot load coating every inch of your mouth. you flutter around his length, pulling back to clean him off with your tongue.

“fucks gotten into you, pretty girl?” he whispers, so out of breath you barely hear him. 

 ˚ ✧ ───────────

you barely make it up the steps of the house before you’re shoved against the door, tattooed hands groping up and down your body with fervor.

“keys,” he says against your lips, “keys—fuck, now,” his voice is hoarser this time, desperation clear.

you whip around to jam the item into the lock, not unaware of the rock-hard dick grinding into your jean-clad ass from behind.

you’re being carried to the couch before you even step off the doormat, a stray throw blanket cushioning your fall as you’re pressed into squeaky leather. 

“won’t be gentle,” toji groans, ripping your jeans and panties down in one fluid motion.” can’t right now.”

“don’t be.” you say, rucking his shirt off his body surprisingly quick. “wouldn’t want you to.”

you needed him, needed toji to have his way with you. to christen your home round after round until you couldn’t feel where his body and yours ended.

when it came down to it, you suppose 

he smiles at the crude admission, rubbing the head of his cock up and down your drenched folds.

“filthy,” he mutters, said almost lovingly. toji grips his base and sinks to the hilt with a sharp groan, shuddering at the heat of your walls.

the stretch is delicious, filling you from every angle and pressing right against that special spot. you’re surprised at how easily he slams in, though you’re embarrassed to admit it was entirely because of how soaked you were. 

toji immediately pulls back with a flick of his hips, pistoning into you like his life depends on it. 

he hasn’t changed, you think. still so incredibly in tune with your body, skills that would put a pornstar to shame.

this was better than some quick closeted fuck under the cover of night after slipping a guard a rubber band of cash. this was primal, filthy. two bodies writhing against each other, the only goal being complete and utter pleasure. 

toji makes no effort to shush you like he would if you were sneaking around, basking in your sighs and whines like water from a stream.

“missed this,” he says, licking a long, wet stripe from your sternum to your pulse. “missed you, missed having you every day.”

“you’ll have me forever,” you moan, sucking a purple bruise into the tattooed skin of his throat.

thick fingers thread into your hair to hold you to his neck, silently commanding you to bite down.

and so you do. you bite down hard on the junction of his neck and shoulder, licking over pink teeth marks as his thrusts reach their maximum speed.

the pleasure you feel is blinding. stars explode behind your vision while the curve of his cock hits that heavenly spot in you just right. over, and over, and over.

your climax sneaks up on you before you can think, ripping a wail from the depths of your chest. toji’s thrusts falter to a halt as you lock down on him, pleasantly caught off guard by the vice grip you have around him.

“oh my g— holy shit,” he groans, mouth hanging open. dark brows furrow it to a look of pure pleasure, emerald eyes squeezing tight.

“keep going,” you mumble, scratching rivets down the skin of his back. “just keep fucking me please don’t stop please pl—”

“yeah? keep going?” he teases, groping at the swell of your breast. “greedy huh?”

you did want more, that was the thing. you just came the hardest you ever had in years but you’d be damned if he didn’t keep giving it to you.

brutal thrusts shake the frame of the couch. your bodies meld like they were made for each other, sharing pleasure in the comfort that came with the knowledge that the both of you intended to fuck until you physically couldn’t anymore.

“gonna come,” your fiancé pants, mouthing at the curve of one of your breasts. blunt teeth brush over the bud of your nipple, sending shockwaves down your spine

“inside, fuck—please,” you’re practically shaking.

“inside?” he repeats, the word rolling off his tongue like gold. “you want my seed? huh?” 

you nod, clutching to his naked back as he ruts into you, deeper than ever. strong hands grip the back of your thighs practically folding you in half, opening you up in ways you thought to be impossible.

hot release fills you up for the second time that day, shrouding your lower half in a blanket of warmth.

you sigh, low and satiated at the feeling inside of you, pulling toji to your chest when he collapses on top of you.

“we should probably..” toji trails off, completely out of breath. “should probably head upstairs.” he heaves, chest swelling with deep gulps of air.

“or we could go another round?” you mumble, throwing the question out there. 

“shit, yeah.. probably should right?” he chuckles

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MASTERPIECE

PU$$Y GOT MORE M⛧RDERS THAN SHIBUYA.ᐟ 𝐌⛧𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑#𝟔 — 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢, 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨

⛧ 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡: nov 28th, 5:47 pm ⛧ 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡: thanksgiving speech + heavy innuendo + dirty talk + bathroom sex + fellatio/blow job + backshots + pussy smacks + brat taming + brat!reader + dom!nanami + nanami has a lil' sadistic streak when it comes to payback ⛧ 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐬: 9078 (5k of it is pure smut khfjhdrfrdgjhf)

𝐧𝐧𝐧 𝐦.𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

How does the saying go again? Play with fire, get burned?

Well, when it came to mischief, you weren’t just playing with fire—you were a regular pyromaniac. 

And poor Nanami? 

He was the one whose patience kept getting scorched time and again.

Case in point: right now.

With feigned innocence, you stretch across the dining room table to set down a china plate. A mundane act by anyone else's standards—except you’re braless under your loose sweater dress, and the moment you lean forward, your pert nipples peek through the gaping neckline, jiggling carelessly right in Nanami’s direct line of sight.

Nanami, of course, pretends not to notice. Attempting to hold himself to his signature stoicism as to not reward your slutty antics. Yet, Nanami’s hands give him away, hesitating mid-fold as the napkin fumbles through his fingers.

The result: a sagging, lopsided swan. 

A far cry from the pristine little flock he’d already created.

With a sharp exhale, Nanami quietly undoes his work and begins again, a clear scowl tugging at his lips.

He should by all accounts be happy, it’s Thanksgiving. 

Yet today also makes it Day 28 of the cursed No Nut November bet.

All month, your playful taunts, pretty pouts and cutesy whines have been tortuously chipping away at Nanami’s resolution to remain firm in not fucking you. Although it’s really no surprise to Nanami how bratty you could get when you went too long without a good dicking to remind you to behave—and for that, Nanami continues to lament letting Gojo rope him into the bet in the first place. 

Not that Nanami particularly cared for any bets, he did however have a petty streak towards Gojo’s antics. Nanami couldn’t resist this particular challenge. After all, if there was one thing Nanami could undoubtedly best the so-called infinite strongest in—it was self-restraint.

Something Gojo has in laughably short supply, so it would be an easy win.

And it had been. Gojo folded within the first 72 hrs.

The satisfaction that came with besting Gojo had been short-lived. What really had kept Nanami going all this time is his more sadistic side relishing in how desperate you’ve been for him all month. 

You, his perfect lil’ slut—you had zero false illusions of pride, especially when it came to getting your sweet lil’ pussy pounded. At the mere mention of your involuntary participation in the month you quickly unraveled like an addict from just the thought of having dick withdrawals. As such, dealing with your horny desperation has been a whole other beast of its own.

A few times Nanami had nearly caved too as he found himself fighting against his more debased animalistic urges that would arise. 

You’re his weakness after all and it’s far too easy to be enamored by you. 

Especially when you would rub your thick thighs together—your plush skin sliding against whatever scandalous lingerie you’d be wearing, splayed out on whatever surface was the closest—bed, counter, sofa, floor— wet pussy on display and  all while cooing for him to reconsider. 

You would beg so sweetly for Nanami to touch you, to stretch your pretty pussy out just a little bit with the fat head of his tip—yet to his own maddening torment, Nanami held firmly and refused. 

Your charms had finally met their match. 

For every ounce of brat you possess, Nanami has pounds of stubbornness to counter. Nanami would have thought though as the end of the month drew closer, you’d be able to hold on knowing you’d made it this far. 

Yet contrary to his hopes, you’d only ramped up your teasing to practically insufferable levels. 

All of which is particularly bothersome to Nanami right now seeing as your entire family is in Japan to visit you for Thanksgiving this year. 

Much to Nanami’s chagrin, even your family’s presence is not enough to deter your lewd stunts—if anything you take it up a notch, slyly using your family as a shield from his reprimand. 

Your family, of course, doesn’t think of you as anything less than an angel, your shameless behaviors going undetected to all but him.  

Like the time you insisted on stopping for ice cream crepes after taking your family out for lunch despite the near-freezing temperatures. The chill didn’t faze you one bit as you messily devoured the treat. When your relatives weren’t looking, you made a show of deep throating your pristinely manicured fingers—in slow, exaggerated motions, like you were devouring something far filthier than just the frozen sweet cream flavor you had purposely let drip down to your palms.

The bitter chill also never stopped you from flouncing around the city in the shortest of mini skirts. Your legs would be comfortably wrapped in thick, form-hugging thigh-highs—another one of Nanami’s undeniable weaknesses. 

You knew that though, and as expected you made sure to tease him whenever you got the tiniest chance. Exampled by your flashing him glimpses of your crotchless panties during a casual family trip to the local Daiso for souvenirs.

Despite the warmth indoors, Nanami was forced to uncomfortably pull his thick wool coat tighter around himself. The last thing he needed was to be seen with his arousal leading ahead of him because you feigned sudden interest in every item on the lower shelves. Every time something new caught your eye you’d bend over just enough to offer him, and only him, the perfect view of your smooth, bare cunt— the glistening flesh plumping out between your thighs as if your pussy lips would have blown him a wet kiss at any moment.

The sight almost broke him.

Nanami had to dig for newfound strength in order not to push you up against the shelves that day. Public indecency charges be damned, Nanami would have given almost anything in that moment to spank your naughty cunny red for rebelling against him to these extremes. Then of course, he’d bury his aching cock into that tight lil’ cunt of yours, already pulsing and soaked, just so ready to be punished.

Worst of all though, was the constant weight of his arousal resting heavy between his thick, muscular thighs, growing unbearable with each one of your taunts. Nonetheless Nanami endured it—and his blue balls—if only to teach you that haughty lil’ brats couldn’t get their way. 

Now it was deeper than the bet with Gojo even, this was on principle.

Two more days.

In just two more days it be December, your family would be gone and Nanami could finally fuck you into the slobbery, sated stupor you’d been fiending for all month. 

Nanami sighs again, looking up to see you already staring at him, smiling sweetly like you weren’t the embodiment of Lilith herself. 

You only giggle at him.

Patience is Nanami’s virtue, not yours. Surely destined for the naughty list this year, you and those venus like curves of yours are driving him to insanity—and you knew that.

All according to plan! 

“Ken~to~~”

Your sing-song lilt not only grabs his attention but the attention of his cock as well, to his utter dismay the dull throb in Nanami’s pants responds before he can.

“Whatcha thinking so hard about, babe…?” 

Well, he certainly couldn’t answer honestly.  

No way in hell Nanami was going to admit he was vividly picturing how satisfying it would be to rip your sweater dress down the middle in two. He’d spread you out until your thighs trembled from the ache, plating your sassy lil’ pussy right next to the crystal centerpiece in the middle of the table before devouring you whole. 

That’s the true feast Nanami wanted—fuck the turkey.

Instead, Nanami tiredly shakes his head as if to say ‘not much at all’.  

“I meannnnn, it must be something pretty intense because you’re ignoring the timer for the turkey right now, it's been going off for over a minute.”  

Oh fuck—the actual turkey! 

Nanami couldn’t burn it, not the turkey he’d spent 10 hours basting with meticulous care. Nanami being the amazing partner he is, followed your Nana’s recipe to the letter so your family could spend the little time they had visiting Tokyo sightseeing and not in the kitchen. 

You smirk as you bide your time, all while listening to Nanami quietly cursing as he fusses to himself the entire way to the kitchen.

Breaking Nanami before the end of the month has become your personal mission and you took that seriously. Even with all his saintly restraint you reasoned that Nanami was still just a man of flesh and blood.

He had to have a breaking point somewhere.

And when he finally snapped… well, you weren’t dumb, knew that wouldn’t bode well for you.

But wasn’t that the thrill? 

The anticipation of pushing him off the very edge of his limits, of coaxing out the strict, authoritative side to him—the side he only let loose when he was truly fed up with you? 

You’d wind your A-type boyfriend up so much today that the second your family left back to their hotel for the night he’d have no choice but to release all his frustrations out on your ass—literally. 

For now, you return to setting the table. Your parents and older family members would be back from their shopping trip and your cousins back from the walk—and then, your little plan could finally unfold.

Sure enough, it isn’t long before the front door swings open, laughter and the crinkle of shopping bags flooding in to announce their return. Your cousins also return, eyes a bit redder but thanks to raiding your bathroom cabinets for eye drops, your family none the wiser. In no time, the dining table is brimming with your Thanksgiving favorites.

And unlike the wonky napkin swans, Nanami executes each dish with the precision of a seasoned chef, as if these recipes had been his own all along. The rich aroma of roasted turkey, buttery stuffing, and stewed collards lures the rest of your family into the dining room as everyone settles to eat.

Out of respect, you let your parents take the seats at the heads of the table and intentionally save the seat beside you for Nanami. But when he pointedly chooses the chair diagonally across from you instead, your pout is impossible to hide.

Nanami’s gaze snaps to yours, and he offers the faintest smirk—as if to say he knows better.

At best? 

If he sat across from you you’d tease him under the table, playing footsie. Your delicate feet gliding along the rim of his socks, tickling his ankle and testing just how composed he could really be.

At worst? 

Well, if he sat next to you and your shamelessness got the better of you, you might just get bold enough to slip your hand into his lap and onto his cock—breaking any boundaries of your already reckless antics. 

The idea of being jerked off under the table, in front of your entire family, just because you were too much of a cock-hungry slut to wait?

Nanami refuses to entertain it.

Because knowing you? 

The likelihood of getting caught wasn’t an "if." It was a "when" and there simply isn’t enough therapy or meditative prayer in the world for Nanami to be able to recover from that.

Nanami tries to hold back his glower, while you flash him a saccharine smile musing at how this works in your favor.

This time your stubbornly patient boyfriend needed to think a little bigger if he wanted to stop you. 

Footsie and grabbing at him? Ha! That was child’s play. 

Far too predictable and too much of a risk with your family here, even for you. 

To be honest, with what you did have planned though you could savor his expressions better across from him than next to him. Nanami actually did exactly what you wanted him too—he didn’t need to know that though. 

Thus, enacting your grand plan begins when you speak up once everyone is seated, cheerfully announcing that you’d be the one giving the Thanksgiving speech this year. 

Your family of course delightfully agrees. 

Ever composed, Nanami remains stoic—yet the slightest twitch of his brow betrays his exasperation. 

He’s not stupid. He knows you are up to something. But here? Now?

The unspoken reprimand of ‘this is not the time’ radiates off him in controlled waves, but that only fuels your misbehavior.

Clearing your throat, your smile curls just sweetly as the marshmallow fluffed candied-yams that are steaming on the table. 

“I just want to say how thankful I am for us all to be here—Mom, Dad, Grandma, Auntie, Uncle, all my dear cousins. I'm so thankful you all could finally make it to Japan!  And of course, I’m so very thankful my sweet Kento could finally get away from his busy job this year to celebrate with us!”

Shooting Nanami a demure look, your eyes dance with devilment yet your tone is angelic. 

Nanami’s gaze sharpens just a fraction, his jaw tightening in silent warning although his lips are composed into a polite smile that says ‘you wouldn’t dare’. 

Oh, but you absolutely would! 

You revel in the tension, in the silent promise that later tonight—when your family is safely back at their hotel—you’ll be paying for this in full.

All according to plan of course~!

"Again, thanks are due to my Kento, for volunteering to cook most of the dishes and for following Nana's recipes so closely! The dressing smells divine, and honestly, I’m amazed by how much you managed to stuff into that bird. But then again, you’ve always been so good at making things fit, Ken.”

Your parents, aunts, and uncles remain blissfully unaware of the roguish double meaning laced in your words, offering nothing but approving smiles and nods. 

Your cousins, however—the ones closest to your age—are all high off their asses and catch on instantly. Some have to bite their lips to suppress giggles, while others shake their heads in mock disapproval, faint smirks betraying their amusement.

Nanami’s fingers flex subtly around the armrest of his dining chair, his smile dips ever-so-slightly as his dark cocoa eyes meet yours, piercing and questioning.

Are you seriously doing this to him right now—and are your cousins actually high!?

Dear God.

Your lashes flutter innocently at Nanami, like butter wouldn’t melt in that hot sinful little mouth of yours as you continue.

“Speaking of the turkey, you really took your time preparing her and so thoroughly. Just basting her in her juices for hours! She looks so good—sooo succulent and moist… She’s just dripping."

Nanami’s hand lifts to adjust his glasses—a calculated effort to distract from the faint flush creeping up his neck. His fingers pinch the bridge of his nose briefly, trying to quietly suffer through the absolute depravity spilling from you.

Across the table, one of your cousins bites down on their lips, muzzling their laughter. Another abruptly ducks under the table, allegedly retrieving a dropped napkin, though it’s painfully obvious to everyone in the know they’re just extra baked and trying not to completely lose their cool.

Nanami sends a pointed, pleading glance at each one of your cousins, his cocoa eyes practically screaming at them to keep their shit together. 

But that only makes it worse,  their sniggers becoming audible and earning reprimanding glances from the elders at the table who thought it was rude they were interrupting your lovely speech.

"Oh, and let’s not forget the mac and cheese—the true star of the table! Kento baby, you really outdid yourself. It looks so rich, so creamy… has that perfect gooey squelch when you stir it up." 

You hum, deliberately dragging out each syllable before shifting your attention elsewhere on the table. 

"Mmm, and the ham? Perfectly pink, with that honey glaze oozing so invitingly between the folds. Doesn’t it just make you want to slide your *ahem* fork, right in?"

Nanami exhales slowly, the tension carved into his handsome features intensifying.

Around the table, your high ass cousins are seconds away from crumbling, somehow though holding it in for Nanami’s sake. 

The youngest one cracks first as they start violently choking on their water they took a sip of, prompting your aunt to firmly pat their back. 

And you?

Oh, you're reveling in every second of this masterpiece—the scandalous spectacle you've written, directed, and are now starring as the lead slut yourself as you prepare for your finale.

"Anyway, I’m rambling now. Wouldn’t want all the yummy food Ken cooked to get cold…"

Wrapping up your x-rated Thanksgiving speech, you decide to end it with a bang.

"So I’ll just end it by saying that Kento has such a knack for taking care of everything, as you all can see. He always spoils me, and he cooks for me regularly too which is why I had so much faith he could pull this off in the first place…" 

Turning towards Nanami you smile brightly.

“...Kento always keeps me full with his yummy meals—and hopefully with his kids someday too!"

That last remark sends your cousins over the edge, howling their laughter bursts out now that they finally have an excuse to do so openly. 

To the rest of your family, it’s cheeky fun—oh just you playfully pressuring Nanami, your boyfriend of 3 years into starting a family.

Your parents and older relatives even chuckle along too.

“Sweetie! Don’t embarrass poor Nanami like that, let him take his time—oh, look, now you’ve got his ears all red!” 

Your mom softly chides you and you’re giggling innocently as if you’ve hadn’t just turned Thanksgiving grace into an impromptu smut reading.

“Poor mans, looks like he’s about to pass out.” 

Your uncle shakes his head, clearly unimpressed with your brazen attempt to push kids on Nanami—especially when you’re both still unmarried. He casts Nanami a knowing, sympathetic look, the kind that silently says, ‘I’ve been there, brother.’

Nanami, ever composed, simply returns a curt nod in acknowledgment.

To his credit, Nanami isn’t anywhere close to losing consciousness, but his anger? 

The tension radiating off of him?

That’s a different story entirely.

Nanami’s cursed energy fluctuates in restrained waves, betraying the quiet storm beneath his civil smiles. His sanity is hanging by a thread, and though he maintains perfect decorum, as he diligently carves and serves the turkey, you—and only you—can sense the static hum of his furry crackling just beneath the surface.

While the mood quickly settles for your family as dinner is served, the hairs on the back of your neck remain standing at full attention.

The food is, of course, delicious—Nanami never misses when it comes to executing a perfect meal. But you barely taste anything, too on edge from the weight of his stifled fury pressing against your senses to fully enjoy your plate. 

On one hand you’re positively ecstatic, you know you’ve succeeded in pushing Nanami past his limits—yet on the other, you still can’t help but feel a chill for the utter bloodlust you sense in his energy. 

Such malice you’d only felt him direct at curses before.

And so as your cousins gossip beside you, spilling all the tea about the drama and happenings back home, their words don’t register over the buzzing tension sitting right across from you. 

However, by the time dinner winds down, Nanami at least outwardly appears much more at ease. 

His posture has relaxed, his tone is as smooth as ever, and even his cursed energy has seemingly leveled out. Nanami engages effortlessly with your family, charming your parents with thoughtful anecdotes eliciting genuine laughter from them—because of course he does. 

Nanami is the perfect partner after all. 

But you know Kento too well.

The minuscule, erratic twitch in his fingers, the hardly perceptible grind of his teeth—it’s enough to tell you the truth.

He’s still pissed. Livid, even.

And later tonight?

You’re so getting fucked for this!

Perfect right? 

Your plan went off without a hitch! 

Then why do you still feel like you took it too far and your impending doom is at hand? 

You’d never seen him this irritated at anything before, even after he had a week long mission with Gojo.

Fuck…Did your cousins have any weed left over? Likely not…

On second thought, maybe you should go back to the hotel with your family tonight.

You’d never pulled a stunt quite like that before, so it could give Nanami a chance to cool off and you could spend more time with your family. Sure, you wanted him to fuck you but you also needed to be able to get out of bed tomorrow as you still had to play tour guide to your family.

Avoiding being alone with Nanami seemed like a solid plan.

However, the universe is clearly working against you, wanting you to lay in the smutty bed of trouble you made for yourself.

“Sweetie, go help Nanami put the pies in the oven.”

Your mother’s voice disrupts the chatter of your thoughts like a bucket of cold water to the face.

Shit.

You gulp, dropping your fork to clatter onto your plate as your eyes flicker toward Nanami. 

You knew he wouldn’t try anything with your family in the house, but the idea of facing his simmering rage in the kitchen? 

Yeah, that’s far from ideal.

“Oh, Momma, I’m still catching up with my cousins though! Ken doesn’t need my help!”

You plaster on your cutest pout, puffing your cheeks as you loop arms with your favorite cousin—your shameless co-conspirator, the one who gave you the idea for your lewd monologue in the first place.

Your mother arches a brow, unimpressed.

“Young lady, I wasn’t asking, now was I?”

You deflate, instantly resigning to your mother.

“No, ma’am.”

“That’s what I thought! Now, help your man if you want that ring and babies, sweetie—Nanami doesn’t want a lazy wife! G’on!”

You sigh, defeated. You should have known the cute puppy-dog pout wouldn’t work on the very person you learned it from.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Nanami chuckles, clearly entertained. 

No matter how much of a brat you are with him, your mother has you in check with a single look. 

Still, Nanami clearly did have some authority over you as you visibly flinch the moment he stands and walks around the table to you. Taking your hand firmly, he pulls you to your feet with an air of finality as you try not to gulp.

“Of course, we’re on it, ma’am—or should I call you ‘mom’ now?”

Nanami’s voice is welcoming and warm—endearing enough to make your family chuckle again as he clearly has them eating out of the palm of his hand. 

But the pressure tightening around your wrist? 

That promises a very different Nanami once you’re alone.

Your stomach twists. The short walk to the kitchen suddenly feels like you’re being led to a firing squad. 

Yet, once inside, Nanami does something unexpected. 

He ignores you entirely.

Somehow the silence is worse.

Sulking, you plop onto one of the stools at the kitchen island as Nanami moves around his kitchen like you aren’t even there. 

Like a child in time out.

You both know damn well he doesn’t need your help. The pies are already prepped, perfectly assembled—apple, pecan, and sweet potato, each looking like they belong on the cover of Southern Living magazine.

Worse still, you can’t leave—not unless you want to risk another tongue lashing from your mother. 

Sighing, cross your arms as you pout and you kick your feet impatiently like an actual toddler would.

This sucks!

After a few more agonizing minutes you can’t stand the tension any longer as you push off the stool in a huff.

“I’m going to the bathroom!” 

Breaking unbearable silence with your announcement you bristle slightly as Nanami doesn’t even acknowledge you. 

Not a glance, not a nod—nothing.

Rolling your eyes, you slip out of the kitchen. You’re careful to avoid the dining room and your family as you make your way to the hallway bathroom. At least here you can breathe without the thick tension suffocating you.

Humming a soft tune, you scroll through your socials with one hand while the other carefully touches up your mascara in the mirror. The bathroom—really more of a powder room without so much as a shower—was small, but just secluded enough to serve as your personal hideout for now.

Fixing your makeup and catching up on the latest celeb drama blogs, it’s a decent escape.

For all of three minutes until the door knob twists.

“It’s occupied! Geez, can’t a girl get some privac—”

Your complaints are cut short as you choke over your words. 

“K-K-Kento!”

You’d expected it to be one of your cousins barging in or maybe even your nosey ass aunt, who had zero respect for boundaries.

But Nanami?!

Nanami’s broad imposing frame fills the doorway before he moves inside, shutting it behind him without a word.

Click. 

The sound of the lock clicking in place is synchronous to your audible gulp.

“K-Ken! W-What are yo—”

But Nanami moves faster than you can finish speaking. 

His hand clamps firmly over your mouth as his other muscular arm bands around your waist, pinning you between him and the sink.

Nanami has you in his grasp now, ironclad and inescapable.

"Shhhhh, just shut those filthy little lips of yours for once, my love…"

Nanami's deep, velvety baritone drips with sinister intent.

"...you've already said more than fucking enough tonight, yes?"

A shiver rolls down your spine. 

Oh, you’re so fucked!

You freeze up entirely as you are caught in a state of panic and growing arousal. 

You wanted this—you had begged for this treatment all month. 

But not here and certainly not right now!

Especially not while your entire family is just in earshot across the hall!

Yet your body is never fully yours when Nanami touches you. Despite your mind's protest, your back arches instinctively as Nanami—completely indifferent to anyone else in his home—smashes himself even closer against you.

That's when you feel it—his stiff, heavy erection, nudging petulantly against the swell of your ass. 

Even through Nanami’s thick wool of his slacks, you can feel the fiery heat radiating from him. The outline of his cock is thick and unforgiving as it nestles between your rear cheeks.

This was all happening so fast?!

Your eyes widen, tears dusting your lashes when you meet his own in the mirror, pleading with him. 

But if you thought your feminine appeals would soften him this time, you were sorely mistaken. 

If anything, it only spurs Nanami on, wanting to punish you for that manipulative nature of yours that had subdued him more often that he wanted to admit.

“You’re such a good girl for your mother, sweetheart…” 

Nanami purrs, his lips dragging down the column of your neck.

“...and yet so disobedient for Daddy.”

Your small, helpless whimpers are muffled into Nanami’s hand as your thighs squeeze together. Heat simmers low in your belly, ignited by Nanami’s weighted words overflowing with authority as he’s clearly not referring to your actual father—just mere feet away in the next room.

Nanami’s arm around your waist slackens just enough to let his brawny hand roam free, his fingers splaying possessively over your body and drawing out more submissive whines from you.

Head swimming, your shaky breaths draw in Nanami’s scent—his natural musk tangled with the rich notes of his woody cologne. Cedar, myrrh, and a faint whisper of smoked vanilla saturate your senses, leaving you lightheaded, dizzy with need, and aching for more despite the dangerous proximity of your family just beyond the door.

“All because this troublesome lil’ pussy can’t even go a mere month without my cock inside her, hm?” 

Nanami’s smirks at your quivering under the weight of his wicked words as his fingers graze the waistband of your panties. 

To be honest he was surprised given your antics you’d even bothered to put them on today.

You really must not have thought he’d be the one to escalate the situation. 

Yet, a man could only be pushed so far…

“You were a virgin when we met, remember? Who knew I would unleash such a greedy n’ spoiled lil’ slut.”

You don't even get the chance to protest—not that you even had a leg to stand on—before Nanami’s hand presses his thumb past your plush lips, pinning your tongue down and robbing you of any ability to speak. Your moist, wriggling tongue squirms helplessly against his digit, a low hiss escaping him as the pressure of his cock grinds harder into the curve of your ass through the strained fabric of his slacks.

At the same time, Nanami’s other hand dips beneath the fabric of your panties, his skilled fingers parting the moist swampy folds of your cunt.

The goan that escapes Nanami is visceral when he feels the slippery evidence of just how fucking drenched you are for him.

“Oh, sweetheart…” 

Before you can even process what’s happening your dress is bunched around your hips as his thick thigh slots between your legs. Writhing, you shake your head frantically as Nanami forces you to ride his thigh. 

"S-Stowp! Mmfph—muh fampfy, K-Kem!"

Your garbled protest earns you a sadistic chuckle from him. 

"Your family? You want me to stop because of your family, princess?" 

Nanami hums thoughtfully, as if weighing the idea—yet still grinds his thigh harder against your damp core. He swaps the thumb silencing you for three thick fingers, stuffing them past your lips to muffle the desperate sounds spilling from your throat.

"No, that vulgar mouth up here didn’t mind being such a shameless cockteasing slut in front of your family. She’s racked up quite the tab of misbehavior. Why should this one down here—" 

Nanami’s fingertips glide past your fluttering entrance, submerging into your soaked heat, stroking against that spongy spot that never fails to curl your toes.

“—mind finally cashing me out?”

A broken moan dies in your throat, gagged by Nanami’s thick fingers in your mouth all due to his fingers in your pussy methodically dragging along your soppy, pulsing walls to gather every trace of your need before finally withdrawing his hand. 

"See, my love? How she's unabashedly drooling…" 

Strings of your silky gossamer arousal web between his fingers, glistening even in the dull bathroom light as he displays them before your face.

"This is exactly what your naughty lil’ pussy has been begging for all month."

Your mind drifts into a hazy abyss, the raw need between your thighs consuming you entirely. 

Everything else—the scandal of your family being in the house, the risk of them hearing you and getting caught, even your own better judgment—it all begins to fade away.

“Sorry, my dear…I’m afraid you can’t have your slutty cake and eat it too this time.” 

Nanami husks the words against your skin, inhaling deeply to bask in the scent of your arousal lingering on his fingers before daring to taste it himself—consuming every sinful, decadent drop.

“My sweet girl has been a fucking cockteasing menace all month. You’ve succeeded in breaking me, now it’s time to reap your consequences…”

Your protests are audible even through his slobber coated fingers as his words ignite goosebumps over your skin.

“Aht-Aht-Aht…”

Nanami admonishes you.

 “...you begged, manipulated and schemed for this. You’ll take Daddy’s cock now, exactly how he gives it to you or you will go another week without it. Your choice, love.”

The muffled cry you release is loud and needy. Your eyes are like saucers and your body trembles at Nanami’s very real threat. Yet Nanami just brings his face down to smoosh against your cheek, piercing you with those unwavering cocoa eyes of his that meet yours in the mirror once more.

“This silly month might be over in two days but that doesn’t mean your naughty lil’ pussy will get fucked anytime soon, sweet girl. Not if she doesn’t take it for Daddy now…”

Thick tears spill down your cheeks, wetting Nanami’s hand as the oppressive tension in the tiny powder room grows suffocating. You'd get what you wanted, alright—

Nanami would break No Nut November and fuck you stupid—

—but only on his terms.

Anticipation and dread knot tighter in your belly, a dizzying cocktail of fear and excitement. You’re in no position to stall now, and Nanami’s patience has long since rotted away.

"Can’t decide?" 

Nanami drawls, voice dark with amusement. 

"Then we'll defer to the lewd lil’ brat between your legs, hm?"

Without another word, Nanami hooks two fingers into the gusset of your soaked panties. The lace gives a pitiful snap as he rips them clean off, stuffing the ruined fabric into his pocket like a prize. Before you can catch your breath from the shock of it, his hand slaps harshly against your drenched pussy—an obscene, wet crack that ricochets off the cramped bathroom walls.

You jolt forward with a sharp, broken whimper, your thighs quivering as the sting melts deliciously into heat. Nanami just watches in the mirror, his lips curling into a wicked smirk as he drinks in the sight of you coming undone from just a single strike.

Now bare, the cool air brings a chill to your exposed, leaking cunt.

SMACK

Another sharp slap lands against your throbbing cunt and your knees almost buckle from the pleasureful sting. 

Nanami hums in satisfaction, his fingers dipping lower to ghost over the sticky mess leaking out from your twitching hole.

“Looks like she’s already made the decision for you, princess. That’s two against one.”

You flinch as you feel his cock pulse in between your cheeks—impatient, demanding, aching to be acknowledged. 

Nanami’s own body is thrumming with need, to bury himself to the hilt, to fuck you so deep his cock kisses your cervix, the force of his hips so powerful they’d leave their imprint on your skin soft skin even the next day.

“…I stand corrected, make that three against one.”

And so your fate is sealed—which is how you ended up in this position now—squatting before Nanami on the bathroom floor, staring up at him as he looms above you. Your bottom lip catches between your teeth in nervous anticipation as you watch his practiced fingers work his belt open, the slow, torturous pace makes your pussy clench.

“I really should put you over my knee for a proper spanking, princess.” 

Namani’s belt buckle clinks, as he undoes his zipper and he slides his slacks down just enough that his cock springs free—flushed red, and already dribbling beads of pre down his large veiny shaft.

“But we can save that for after your family leaves—at the very least.”

The metaphorical hearts in your eyes drown out the implications of any further punishment later. You just nod dumbly, too transfixed by the primal scent wafting off his cock as it stands proudly, heavy and imposing, bobbing directly above your face. 

Oh, you’ve missed it bad. 

You don’t know how you survived this entire time without it.

“Open.”

Finally obedient for the first time all month, you don’t protest or pout. You simply part your lips wide, presenting your tongue without hesitation.

Three times—Nanami’s weepy tip taps against your tongue, smearing precum across the soft bumpy surface and you are keening at the familiar, salty taste. 

Biting back a groan, Nanami’s eyes momentarily flutter shut. 

Reveling in the comforting pleasure of your tongue against his sensitive tip. 

When Nanami finally opens his eyes again it takes everything in him not to spill himself right there, utterly ruin that pretty face of yours before he even gets started. Nanami tightens his grip around the base of his shaft because fuck—you look absolutely destroyed already, your glazed-over eyes locked onto his cock as though it were a holy relic. 

Awe-stricken, mesmerized, your mouth opens wider, wordlessly inviting him to sheath himself inside fully and return to the cozy confines of your throat—a place he’d been aching to bury himself in for weeks.

My God, you’d really be the end of him one of these days.

“We don’t have much time to spare. Be a good girl and prep her for me, won’t you sweetheart?” 

The raw desperation bleeding into Nanami’s voice goes unnoticed by you, too lost in your own pleasure to realize just how close he is to completely snapping. Your plump lips closing around his swollen cockhead as your tongue flicks sharply before flattening over the tender slit.

Of course, you don’t neglect yourself either—one hand wrapping around his girth to guide him deeper into your mouth’s wet molten cavern—the other snakes between your legs to your exposed pussy that is already eagerly leaking droplets onto the tiled floor. 

Your fingers feel good of course, but they aren’t enough—truly, nothing has been since Nanami put you through the trials of NNN this month. But now with his cock cradled between your lips, knowing he’d soon be inside your pussy causes her to tingle even from your own touch this time. You don’t hesitate to sink them deeper inside your slippery cunt, pumping yourself frantically, so riled up by the sounds of Nanami’s suppressed hisses and the vulgar slurps of you sucking him off.

It’s been a whole month since you’ve had him in your mouth and thankfully, you haven’t lost your touch or your practically non-existent gag reflex—not by a longshot. 

As a further testament to your skill, Nanami threads his fingers through your hair, guiding your movements as he rolls his hips forward in a slow, greedy thrust. His lust-darkened eyes remain locked onto your lips, transfixed by the way they stretch obscenely to accommodate him. 

The salacious sight driving him past limits for the nth time tonight, Nanami presses your head down until your nose nestles into the neatly trimmed hairs at his base. He’s so deep in your throat his length is nudging past your tonsils. 

You moan wantonly, throat stretched out so obediently around his cock as Nanami’s palm closes firmly around your neck. His fingers flex, savoring the way he can feel the thick outline of himself bulging through your tender skin, the vibrations of your desperate whimpers rippling straight up his shaft.

Instinctively, your throat tightens even more, eliciting another sharp hiss of approval from him. You feel the heavy, pulsing vein along the underside of his shaft pressing deliciously against your vocal cords—a clear reminder of how badly he's missed this. 

Yet before you can fully appreciate the exquisite stretch, Nanami’s composure shatters completely.

Using your mouth as a fleshlight, Nanami tips his head back, letting go.

Who the fuck cares that he technically caved to your bratty whims? 

That this wouldn’t teach your slutty lil’ cunt a single lesson about behaving in the long run? 

If anything, it only meant he’d have to keep fucking you nice and sweet all over again, something that he’d gladly do over again if the delayed release felt this good everytime.

"Such a good little slut for Daddy, aren’t you? You can’t help but to crave my cock, hm princess?"

More groaning pulsations around his cock are the only answers you are capable of at the moment and of course that encourages more hushed curses to roll off Nanami’s tongue. The tight, punishing hold he has on you, keeps you in place. 

Fortunately, this allows you to lower the hand that isn’t feverishly scissoring your pussy, loosening your tight walls for her long awaited turn, to rub your neglected lil’ clit. Your thighs shake from the burn of squatting and your tear smeared mascara burns your vision—but you don’t care. For the first time in a month you were about to be successful in making yourself cum.

So close m’gawd—m’gonna cum!

You can nearly taste the suffocating pleasure building, hurling you steadily to your peak—and yet abruptly, Nanami pulls out—because he can’t afford to cum now. 

Not in your throat at least.

The action leaves you choking, gasping for air as spit and pre-cum are splattered across your chin. Your hands instinctively ripped away from your pussy, thwarting your impending orgasm as you have to catch yourself from completely falling over.

"Hands on the sink." 

The command is gruff, the strain evident in Nanami’s voice—but you’re still the bigger mess by far.

You nod obediently, though your legs tremble so badly they nearly give out beneath you. Nanami has no patience left to spare. Gripping you roughly, he yanks you upright, a resounding smack landing on your ass before he turns you toward the mirror with a force that leaves your head spinning. You collapse against the sink, elbows bracing against the cold porcelain, panting and gasping as your chest heaves—desperately trying to catch up with the ruthless pace he’s setting.

“No, absolutely not—."

Nanami lifts you upright against him again, grabbing your jaw and tilting your flushed, tear-streaked face up to the mirror.

"—you must look at me while I fuck you, my sweet girl. Look at whose cock you’ve been dying to slut yourself for.”

Nanami’s girth prods against your soaked entrance that’s already fluttering, hungry to have him plunged inside you. Yet you still can’t help as your heart races knowing that after nearly a month of waiting, you’d be lucky to be able to walk after this—fuck you really didn’t think this through when you deviously planned to break his ‘No Nut November’!

Yet there's no more time for thinking as with a snap of Nanami’s hips, the stretch is instant, intrusively overwhelming as Nanami bottoms out with one sharp thrust into your guts. Your lungs deflate, all the air pushed out as you can feel his cursed energy tentatively radiating off of him. 

You’re so full your tummy can’t even flex and this time it’s your own hands this time that have to fly to your mouth to keep your cries in as Nanami does not give you a single moment to adjust, his hard length ripping through you and smashing against your womb.

“My girl thought she was being cute out there, hm? Showing off like that?” 

Nanami growls through gritted teeth, his hips slapping against yours with an unforgiving force bolstered ever so slightly by his cursed energy. The rhythmic slaps of skin meeting skin and wet squeaks from your oozing core echo off the walls like a drumline.

You can hardly see Nanami now through your bleary, tear-filled eyes but he looks more like a wild animal than your perfectly composed boyfriend in this state. Nanami had never fucked you with this curse energy activated so the feeling was sensational as you felt his cock pierce through every nerve of your body.

“C’mon, my sweet slutty girl, no words now that Daddy is stuffing you better than the Thanksgiving turkey?” 

Nanami’s fingers dig into your shoulder keeping you upright as he pistons into you harder, deeper—right against the sweet spot that has your eyes rolling back into your head and you forgetting your very name. His other palm slides to your stomach to feel the thick bulge of his cock filling you and press down forcibly moving your hips back to meet his bruising thrusts when your body can no longer do anything more but take it.

You can feel the sensuous pressure building quickly within you, so full, so ready to explode and gush all over Namani’s length drilling into you. 

Mmmm, good god yessss! 

You are finally getting your nut. 

Nothing else mattered. Your face contorts in your aching pleasure behind your hands.

You’re almost there.

Nanami is growling into your neck, feeling your imminent release. 

“Don’t tell me my slutty girl is already abou—”

“Huh, Is this the bathroom? Sweetie, are you in there? Where’s Nanami?”

Your mom’s voice crashes through the filthy haze like a gunshot, and pure panic rockets up your spine. The tiny bathroom spins around you, Nanami still buried deep inside, your heart lurching so violently you almost faint.

Approaching the door, she hastily knocks.

Fuck!

Your eyes widen in horror but Nanami doesn’t flinch. 

This was your punishment after all and your consequence to bear. 

Though Nanami does slow the feverish pace, that mere moments ago had the sounds of your flesh ringing off the walls, his hips never still completely. 

Instead, his movements grow more deliberate, more precise. 

With a commanding grip on your waist and hips, his cock grinds methodically against your cervix, each rotation of his pelvis powerful and calculated.

God, you swear you can feel his cock grinding up into your fucking ribs…

“Go on, answer her…” 

Nanami goads you with low raspy whispers. Once he guides your body into a rhythm, his hands lazily wander up to pull your sweater dress completely down in the front and tweak your nipples.

Damn him! But— FUCK, if it doesn’t feel so, so good.

The well of drool you were holding in spills through your hands to dribble down your wrists

“These naughty fuckin’ lips had no problem mouthing off at the dinner table, whats wrong now sweetheart?”

What was wrong was Nanami slowly churning your core into liquified mush with his torturous strokes scraping against your womb. 

This pace was somehow even more brutal than before.

But your mom now jiggling the door knob snaps your attention back to the urgent reality of the situation.

“Are you okay in there, honey?”

No you weren’t okay! 

Nanami was driving you to insanity. You needed more. 

This wasn't enough to make you cum, only keep you dangerously on the edge of it while your body screamed for release.

But you had to answer your mother, she is totally the type to beat down the door and then your dad might force Nanami into a shotgun wedding right here and now, roping your uncle in to officiate. (That idea did make you giggle but that ultimately was NOT how you wanted to get married to Nanami!)

“Umm, er—AH! Hah, I, uh, um… jus’ ate t-too much momma, m’s-sick…shiiiit.”

You nearly bite a chunk out of your tongue as Nanami's hand leaves your waist to draw slow agonizing circles around your clit in perfect sync with his grinding while the other lazily flicks your nipples.

“Oh no sweetie, you need me to come in there to help you, pooh?”

“N-NO! Nnngh!”

You said that a bit hastily, trying to recover. 

You had to convince your mom you were fine. Well fine enough she'd be persuaded to leave you alone.

“Mmm, n-no, Momma, m-ma’am, I-I just need a minute…I-I’ll be out!”

“Okay, well I’m just a holler away, if you do…”

Thank fuck…

“Oh, and one more thing?”

God what now?! Let it end please...

Rolling your eyes in exasperation you exhale through your teeth, keeping your shit together somehow. The irony was not lost on you—now knowing exactly how Nanami felt at the dinner table.

“Y-Yes m-ma’am?”

“You never told me where Nanami ran off too, I couldn’t find him in the kitchen.”

Gnawing on your inner cheek you suppress a needy moan as Nanami takes to placing nuzzling kisses into the crook of your neck.

“The s-store! I t-think he went to the store, Mom… U-Uh, for the pies. Y-Yeah, um, to make w-whipped cream!”

It was the first excuse that popped into your head—and thankfully, it was enough. With not much more fuss from her, you finally hear your mom’s footsteps retreating back down the hall, her worries laid to rest for now.

Moreover, your lies also earn you dark chuckles from Nanami, who couldn’t help but breathe filthy praises in your ear. Relentlessly taunting you with what your mother might say if she knew she'd raised such a naughty, deceitful lil’ slut.

“Whipped cream, hm? When did my sweet girl turn into such an underhanded brat?”

You manage to twist just enough to throw a pout over your shoulder at Nanami—only to find him watching you with a rare shit-eating grin stretching across his usually stoic features.

“Something wrong, my love?”

You can't take this teasing any longer—it's downright villainous—and with a sob of frustration, you snap, squirming and cooing for him to finally give you what you want.

“Pwease, K-Ken, m’sorry, *sniff* I won’t act up anymore. *sniff* I promise.”

There she is. 

There’s his good girl that’s been hiding all along under that slutty Hyde-like brat.

Nanami hums, pleased with the turn of events. All the sass in you temporarily melting away.

“F-Forgive me…please, s-sir?”

Sir.

Oh you little minx. 

If hearing you call him Daddy thrilled the dom in Nanami, then hearing you whimper sir—so soft, so desperate—nearly drove him feral. He knew he'd broken you the moment the brat in you crumbled enough to say it without a hint of defiance or sarcasm.

“If I finally make this slutty lil’ cunt cum...are you going to take all of Daddy’s in your pretty pussy like a good girl?” 

You nod whispering through your sniffles.

“And when we return to the living room you will continue to act like the respectable young lady that Daddy trained you to be?”

You’re bobbing your head in affirmation but Nanami needs to hear it again, hear you call him that delicious little word from your lips once more.

“Words, babydoll.”

“Y-Yes, sir! I-I’ll be so good for you… I-I’ll—”

However, Nanami hushes you with a soft murmur, pressing a tender kiss to your cheek, his voice smoothing into a warm, calming lull.

“I know you will doll. I want you to let it all go, everything you've been holding for me all month—I’ve got you sweetheart.”

And it hasn’t been just you holding it, not by a long shot.

Nanami’s brow prespires as his muscles tremble from the sheer restraint he’s been holding onto all month—restraint he’s finally ready to cast aside. He delights in the way your body quivers, hunched and pliant beneath him, before snapping his hips forward and resuming the merciless pace that had you falling apart earlier.

You sob in raw relief, the sound abruptly cut off as Nanami’s hand tightens around your throat—firm but careful—silencing you while your fingers scramble for purchase against the sink, clinging to it like a lifeline as the rough pads of his fingers feverishly strum over your clit.

“I thought my sweet girl wanted to cum, hm? So then cum for me.” 

Nanami’s voice is all silk and sin, his cock pulsing deep inside your creamy cunt. 

However, twice now you’ve been edged and you think you might just combust on the spot if for some godforsaken reason it happens a third time. 

You can’t even form a coherent sound to respond to him though—your body strung so tightly—buzzing with a frantic cocktail of need, paranoia, and overstimulation. 

You wanna let go so bad. 

When the coil inside you finally snaps, your sweet, celestial orgasm crashes down in violent, shuddering waves, that has Nanami’s hand returning to your mouth in order to suppress it enough not to draw attention.

When the coil inside you finally snaps, pleasure detonates through your body in wild, celestial bursts—so fierce Nanami has to slap his hand back over your mouth to smother the desperate, lewd sounds lest you draw more attention.

Growling in response to your convulsing grip on his cock, Nanami, drives one more hard slam of his hips into your ass as thick, molten ropes of cum spill into you, painting your insides white.He doesn’t stop—rubbing cruelly slow circles into your swollen clit with the pads of his fingers, forcing every last aftershock to wrack your body while he stays sheathed inside you.

A feral growl rumbles from Nanami's chest as your spasming walls clamp down around him. With a final, punishing thrust, he buries himself to the hilt, spilling thick, molten ropes of cum deep inside you—painting your insides completely white. He doesn’t relent there, the rough pads of his fingers working merciless circles over your swollen clit, wringing every last shudder and twitch from your overstimulated body as he stays locked inside you, refusing to let a single drop go to waste.

Nanami is claiming you from the inside out—filling you so completely it almost hurts—and fuck, if the way your abused, sloppy pussy kept milking him didn’t make him want to start all over again.

The urgency of your current situation is momentarily forgotten as Nanami relishes every helpless flutter of your cunt around him—along every obscene, wet squelch of his cum sloshing inside your womb. 

It's addicting. Dangerously so.

Nanami almost regrets having nearly spent an entire month without it. Yet now that he’d broken ‘No Nut November’ he wasn’t about to let up on you anytime soon—you were still owed that spanking later tonight after all.

Nevertheless after a minute Nanami does pull out, albeit reluctantly. 

Grabbing a spare hand towel, he dampens it with cool water, and gives you a few through swipes—dragging it over your trembling thighs, sticky tummy, and the flushed rise of your chest. 

Nanami doesn’t bother wiping between your legs, letting the thick mess of his cum drip down your inner thighs unchecked, hidden under the hem of your dress as he tugs it roughly back into place. 

Also part of your punishment. By the time he’s done, you almost look innocent—if not for the way your frizzy hair clings to your temples and the slightly dazed flush about your face.

It would have to be good enough—for now at least—especially since Nanami is always the one stuck covering for your half-baked lies.

“Now, quickly grab your shoes and we’ll slip out the back.” 

You simply blink at him, still a bit out of it from the first actually satisfying orgasm you had all month.

“Huh? Why?” 

Nanami’s smirk is devious as he clicks his belt into place. 

“Darling, you told your mother I went to the store to buy whipped cream for the pies.”

“So?”

Nanami’s grin turns wolfish, clearly amused as the brat he spent so long fucking into submission claws her way right back to the surface.

“So sweet girl, we can’t exactly serve them the cream I just made inside of you, now can we, princess?”

Goddamnit. You’re pouting, realizing how your mouth has talked you into all sorts of problems today. 

“Now hurry along, my love. Oh, and you better keep those thighs of yours closed tight—I don’t think aisle 5 is equipped to clean up that kind of creamy spill.”

blkkizzat ©2023-2024 no ai, reposting, plagiarism nor translation allowed.

𝐚/𝐧: so is nanami more out of pocket here for nnn than otaku!gojo was? lmfao, you decide 🤭.

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idk why but it took me forever to get this fic in a place where I like it. I still may go back and edit it a bit again, fix any remaining errors. (I wrote so many paragraphs like 3x over that there might be repeating lines im so sorry I tried to delete them all).

last up but definitely not least is Higuruma, Hiromi (comment on m.list for tag). not sure when i will get his part out. I want to go back and work on like a handful of things but it's also like 70% done so we will see lol.

[hamikiz]

choso x reader

warnings:angst,fluff,established relationship,suggestive stuff at the end only a bit tho

summary:late night talk with choso leads to a deep conversation and getting drunk.

Its a rainy cold night in tokyo, its 11pm and its been raining for almost an hour and choso is on the balcony of his apartment staring down at the busy streets down below. Suddenly he hears the front door of his house open he just assumes its yuji visiting so he doesn’t get up nor turn around.

“Cho?” You whisper as u gently slide open the door leading to the balcony, “y/n?” He says in a suprised tone while turning around “what are you doing here? Are you okay? Did something happen baby??” He rushes to cup ur face with a nervous look upon his face. You chuckle “No just missed you! Thought id come say hi but you weren’t answering your phone, is everything okay?” A long silence falls upon that and you cant help but look deep into his eyes and see that his eyes were slightly red…was he crying?

“Baby you know you can speak to me about anything so please do tell me whats wrong.” You say sternly, Choso takes a seat on the chair below him and pats on his lap signalling for you to sit on him which you instantly do. “I feel off lately…i dunno.” he mutters quietly. You rush to wrap ur arms around his neck giving him some sorta hug “wanna speak about it?” “No…im not s-some weakling.” he says while stuttering which sounds very out of character to you since choso was never afraid to speak to you about anything.

“Tell me choso.” “No!” “Why are you being so defensive just tell me, i can help you baby.” You say a little louder than usual, you’re letting your anger get to you again but ur not necessarily mad, you just want him to be open with you. “Im a man. Im not a baby who cries to their girlfriend when theres something slightly w-wrong you know?” “Why are you thinking like this this isnt like yo-“ you say before choso interrupts you “men dont cry.” He says while crying, the tears come out fast and thick almost like hes been holding it in for a decade. “No baby, dont say that.” You say while pushing his head onto ur shoulder letting him sob into it…this is the saddest you’ve ever seen him and yeah hes an emotional man but not like this.

You gently scratch his scalp helping him calm down and it seems to work, he lifts his head and with the most saddest expression ever he says “Can we t-talk about it t-tomorrow?” He mutters while fidgeting with the ends of ur shirt, he recognises it and remembers it belongs to him…he cant help but blush at the sight and sheepishly smile. “Yeah thats okay, wanna go to sleep? Ill tuck you in and sleep with you.” You say with a grin while wiping his tears away. “Yes please” he says eagerly.

You take his hand and lead him into his room which you tuck him in the bed and climb in as well, you turn to your left to turn off the lamp and choso wraps his arms around your waist possessively. “ur so good too me baby” he says quietly while digging his head into the crook of ur neck. “Yeah?” “Yeah.” “Well ur even gooder to mee~” you say while giggling “thats not even a word.” “Well then ur such a good boy, happy?” “Im hard.” “Ugh good night choso” you say while rolling ur eyes teasingly.

[hamikiz]

✰ ── calling babydaddy!toji while drunk after getting drinks with friends

warnings: fluff and angst, mentions of drinking

babydaddy!toji series masterlist

you hadn’t talked to toji since he left you alone on the balcony after spilling out his entire being to you while chain smoking cigarettes. the next day he had picked megumi up at ten in the morning, not even a simple ‘hi’ was shared. it felt awkward. you weren’t sure what to say to him or how to go about digesting all the information he had dumped on you.

saturday nights usually included you watching movies with megumi as you ate take-out from a restaurant down the street. or when he was with toji for the weekend, you liked to wind down for some alone time— drink some wine, take a bath, cuddle up in bed with a book. you liked it simple, quiet.

you spent a lot of your late teen years being reckless, but once you had megumi, you had simmered out. being an adult wasn’t as bad as you had thought it to be. it had its fair share of challenges but every time you looked at megumi, it was all worth it.

this saturday in particular had been your friend, shoko’s birthday. you didn’t hang out with your friends as much as you once had but you still made an effort to stay in touch and hang out with them every once in a while. you were the youngest of your friends, yet the only one who was a parent.

you had spent the better half of the night shooting from one shitty dive bar to the next, until finally landing on a club. it wasn’t your scene, not since you became a parent. the music and led lights were making your head pound, mixing sourly with the obscene amount of alcohol you had drank — shoko said everyone had to participate in ‘birthday shots’ at every bar you all had stopped at — and your head felt like it was going to explode, pounding in sync with the beat of the music.

you pushed through the crowd, toward the exit, reveling in how nice the cold night air felt against your hot face. sitting on the curb, you absentmindedly picked up your phone and started dialing the one person you shouldn’t have. the alcohol in your system had diminished your inhibitions. you had a yearning in your chest. a desire to hear something familiar.

the phone only rang for a few seconds before he answered the call.

“somethin’ wrong?” his words were sharp and straight to the point, raspy from sleep. you never called his phone, especially not at two in the morning and judging by his voice, your call had woken him up. he had always been a light sleeper, the simplest of sounds causing him to jolt up.

“hi,” was all you said.

his end was silent for a second before he spoke, “i hear shitty pop music, what are you doin’?”

“i drank a lot,” you giggled although there wasn’t much humor to it. nausea was still swimming in your brain making it hard to concentrate on anything.

“where’s megumi?” he asked.

“my parents,” you responded. your parents helped a lot with megumi, and you were grateful for that.

“where are you?”

“out,” you responded dryly, shrugging even though he couldn’t see you.

his response was quick. “with who?”

“it’s shoko’s birthday so we went out for drinks. i haven’t had this much alcohol since freshman year of college. i feel so fucking sick,” you rambled on, careless.

“why aren’t you with your friends?” he questioned, and you could hear the genuine concern in his voice.

“they’re still inside, but i couldn’t stand being in that shithole anymore,” you grumbled, remembering the suffocating feeling of a bunch of sweaty bodies pushing up on you. “this sleezeball kept trying to buy me drinks. he fucking groped me.”

“send me the address,” his voice was eerily calm, but you could tell he was holding back. “and i’m bringin’ my fucking gun.”

“it’s fine, toji. i don’t need you to come save me. i shouldn’t have called. i just— i dunno,” you trailed off, still wondering why you had even called him in the first place. you had just been desperate to escape the club and craved something you couldn’t quite decipher. “i should’ve stayed home. i miss megs.”

“tell me where you’re at,” he demanded sternly.

you ignored him. “i think im gonna get an uber.”

“no uber i don’t want you in some random’s car while you’re drunk.” he griped.

“ill be fine,” you assured him as you leaned against your propped up legs. “i’m not gonna drag my ex out of bed to come pick me up.”

the line was silent for a moment, except for the sound of him shuffling around, presumably getting dressed.

“m’gonna pick you up and bring you home. tell me the address, now.”

you knew he wasn’t going to take no for an answer, he never did.

you sighed. “it’s the club on thirteenth. the one next to the two-story mcdonald’s.”

“ill be there in ten, stay where you are.”

“there you are, pretty thing,” the sound of your friend, yuki’s voice sounded from behind you as soon as you hung up the phone. she plopped herself down beside you on the curb, throwing an arm over your shoulders. “how long have you been out here?”

“just like twenty minutes. wasn’t feeling it anymore,” you sighed, raking your hands through your hair. it had been such a long night and you wanted nothing more than to get comfortable under your covers and go to bed.

“almost thought you found a conquest for the night,” yuki chuckled, nudging you with her head.

“god, no,” you shook your head as you covered your face with your hands.

“still stuck on that big oaf, huh?” she quirked an eyebrow.

“no…” you couldn’t meet her stare.

“the dick must be good or something for all he put you through,” yuki sighed. “old brooding bastard.”

“oh my god, shut up,” you buried your face into her shoulder, as your face turned a bright shade of red.

“but i guess you’re kinda stuck with him, kid and all,” yuki thought aloud, before her tone became more like an interrogation. “you fuck him since the separation?”

your pause was enough answer for her as she started bursting out laughing. “i fucking knew it.”

“don’t tell shoko,” you groaned. “i’ll never hear the end of it.”

“no promises,” yuki smirked.

after about ten minutes, you could see toji’s old pickup truck pulling up to the curb. as soon as the truck stopped, the door opened and he was heading straight toward you— long bold strides, a deep furrow between his brows.

you awkwardly pulled yourself up from the curb, stumbling on your feet. yuki helped steady you as she handed you off to toji. his strong hands grabbed your waist to steady you, the warmth on his touch scorched your skin and left need brewing deep in your lower stomach.

“get her home safe,” yuki jammed her pointer finger into his chest, staring at him with narrowed eyes. “and no funny business, old man, unless she sobers up of course.”

yuki winked at you before she disappeared back into the club, leaving you alone with toji. you wished you could curl up into yourself and hide with how embarrassed you were for dragging him out of bed at two in the morning. as your ex, he had no obligation to you. regardless, he was there, putting a protective arm around you.

“old man?” toji mumbled under his breath, jaw clenched.

“you weren’t lying about the gun,” you noticed the gun that was tucked into his waistband, not concealed.

“don’t let me catch that bastard, i’ll be going to jail, sweetheart,” he whispered into your ear.

he helped you over to his truck and placed you in the passenger seat, buckling you up. “no throwin’ up in my truck.”

“m’sorry,” you mumbled, slumped down in the seat.

“your my kid’s mom. s’my job to help you,” was his response before shutting the passenger door and heading over to the driver’s seat.

the car ride was silent as he drove you to your apartment, neither wanting to be the first to say anything. you felt ashamed of yourself for going out drinking — but not only that. your ex got to bare witness to you making a dumb decision, while your kid spent the night with his grandparents. you wanted to curse at yourself for being so stupid.

when you got to the parking lot of your apartment complex, toji turned off the ignition but didn’t get out. he sat there for a moment, deep in thought as if contemplating what to say to you. he seemed to decide against saying anything as he got out and helped you out of the car.

as soon as you were able to reach your bathroom, you were hunched over the toilet, throwing up all the contents of your stomach. toji was behind you, rubbing your back and holding the hair out of your face.

“sorry,” you apologized for the tenth time that night to him, as you rubbed your mouth on the back of your hand.

“i was with you when you were pregnant, ive seen you throw up a million times,” he reminded you, as he swiftly lifted you from off the ground with little to no effort.

“my bedroom’s down the hall,” you wanted nothing more than to face plant into the sheets and sleep for the next twelve hours.

“i know,”

you saw the corner of his lips twist up into a smirk, the reminder of what had happened in said bedroom sitting heavy in the air. you had to fight the urge to roll your eyes.

when he set you onto your bed, you got cuddled up into the covers.

“m’gonna head out, i’ll lock the door behind me,” he turned to leave, but you reached out and grabbed his wrist.

“wait,” you stopped him.

tears were starting to well up in yours eyes and you weren’t exactly sure why. you had always been a sensitive drunk— the night always ending with you crying. old memories hit you like a brick. every night after tucking megumi in, toji would tuck you into bed, placing a kiss on your head before he joined in next to you.

every thing had been so much simpler back then.

now, every night you slept alone. it felt cold without his warmth radiating off him. it felt like something was missing. you had spent the last six months tossing and turning, waking up every hour of the night, riddled with anxiety. it was torture.

toji sighed as he sat on the bed next to you. you laid your head on his thigh, relishing in the heat that bloomed across your cheek.

“what’s wrong, doll?” his voice was gentle and smooth, a stark contrast to usual, as he rubbed the hair out of your face.

“i shouldn’t have left,” was the last thing you said before drifting off to sleep.

tags,

@wo-ming-bai @a-hidden-gem @kashxyou @ita606 @tojis-juicymantitys @jellybellyconnoisseur @snapcracklen @hon3y0logy

[hamikiz]

“please don’t leave me”

desc:the day Suguru left you was the day a part of you died, yet when ur standing in front of him at his deathbed you cant bring yourself to forgive him.

warnings or wtv:angst,death,trauma,ex lovers,grief

idk if this is super accurate as i tried to make geto more geto even tho ive watched jjk twice so i dunno

“You can’t do this” you cry out while gripping onto his sleeve, he knocks ur hand off and gives you a cold glare “either join me or don’t Y/n, i don’t want to hear your cries.” he mutters while glaring at the floor refusing to make eye contact because he knows he would break down at the sight of you being on the verge of tears. Three years of friendship and two years of being lovers went down the drain due to Sugurus selfishness, but you didn’t deny that his plan was entirely wrong it was just too unrealistic and morally bad.

“Did you know your mother used to tell me that i was the one?”….”look at me while im speaking Suguru.” You yell into his face leading him to lift his glare up to meet your beautiful eyes. “Your mother used tell me that i was going to be her daughter-in law, can you imagine that?” You say with a nervous giggle, suguru cant help but smile at that. He loved how you always tried to bring light into horrible situations…that was his favourite thing about you. “Now she will never ever see the light of day because of you, how can one kill its own fucking mother?” You say with a fierce tone shoving suguru. “You dont understand. I had to get it done! Whats the difference if i kill her sooner or later?” He says with raw emotion lingering on his tounge leading you to scoff, “fuck you if your willing to kill your family and leave your friends behind for some stupid hatred for curses.”

Suguru turns around and starts to walk slowly out of the hallways of jujitsu high, but he turns his head slightly to his shoulder and stops walking to puncture one sentence into your head “im not leaving because i hate them…im leaving because i hate what they have turned me and all of us into. so why should we get rid of the symptoms instead of the root cause? And you know what? Its kind of funny that out of everyone I expected you and gojo to understand me, but your all nothing but puppets for non-sorcerers that wouldn’t care if you sacrificed your whole life for them.” He spits out avoiding eye contact again, he doesnt give u time to respond but instead keeps on walking off. “Suguru i fucking dare you to walk off!” Your scream echoing in the same hallways you and Suguru once used to make out in causing a disgusting reaction from gojo and shoko. The good old days will never return as tears fall from eyes gently.

A good few years go by and yuta fights geto leading to him being severely injured and you and gojo are on the look for him and come across a bricked wall alleyway to surprisingly see geto kneeled on the ground on the verge of death. Its an akward moment at first but getos purple eyes immediately find yours and he gives u a smile, an odd one for a guy that ruined your life completely. “You haven’t aged a bit.” Suguru says with a weak chuckle, it hasnt been the first time you have seen suguru face to face since the incident but it was the first time being one to one with him.

“No small talk.” You mutter with your fist balled up almost like your about to throw a punch at his stupidly handsome face. “Really? Cant even say a few words to me before i leave this shitty world?” He says with his eyes filling up slowly with tears. “…you know i loved you alot Suguru, i dont hold a grudge on you for doing what you felt was right but i just cant help being angry at this world for allowing me to loose the only person i loved” you mutter quietly but loud enough for both gojo and geto to hear. “The amount of sleepless nights i had was insane suguru, i literally had to fall asleep with shoko and gojo to find some sort of replacement to you.” sugurus eyes start to tear up with regret. “An apology wont be enough would it?” He says while glancing at both you and gojo, “no never will be” you say while turning your back to him “Let me know when your done with him” you say to gojo with a fake smile as you walk off. “I love you” suguru mutters but not loud enough for you to hear. You cry while walking off but not close enough for him to see.

A part of you heals knowing you left him the way he left you.

[hamikiz]

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 & 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯

18+ || NSFW, minors dni.

ꫂ ၴႅၴ gojo satoru

admiring the pretty panties he bought before sliding in

moaning so much because his dick so long

so pussydrunk he's the only one naked

he couldn't take your pacing anymore

he always wants to be close to you

recorded this video for later

fucking his cum back in

soft morning sex

ꫂ ၴႅၴ toji fushiguro

fucks you so good you can't stop squirting

daddy gives you gentle backshots how sweet

you're so cute he can't help himself

both feet on the bed so he can thrust up into you

this is why he goes to the gym, he thinks

maybe he should replace that toy with his thumb

[hamikiz]

Saving this for October ^_^

kinktober 25' masterlist

day 1 . cream pie ୨ yuji ୧

day 2 . breath play ୨ toji ୧

day 3 . spanking ୨ gojo ୧

day 4 . cock warming ୨ toji ୧

day 5 . first time ୨ gojo ୧

day 6 . period sex ୨ choso ୧

day 7 . camboy ୨ toji ୧

day 8 . size difference ୨ toji ୧

day 9 . threesome ୨ suguru and gojo ୧

day 10 . office sex ୨ nanami ୧

day 11 . breeding kink ୨ toji ୧

day 12 . blindfolds ୨ gojo ୧

day 13 . dry humping ୨ yuji ୧

day 14 . gun play ୨ toji ୧

day 15 . nipple play ୨ megumi ୧

day 16 . just the tips ୨ sukuna ୧

day 17 . oral ୨ megumi ୧

day 18 . public sex ୨ choso ୧

day 19 . body worship ୨ yuji ୧

day 20 . hate fucking ୨ gojo ୧

day 21 . anal ୨ sukuna ୧

day 22 . humiliation ୨ suguru ୧

day 23 . tongue piercing ୨ choso ୧

day 24 . monster fucking ୨ sukuna ୧

day 25 . professor x student ୨ gojo ୧

day 26 . corruption ୨ yuji ୧

day 27 . daddy kink ୨ toji ୧

day 28 . phone sex ୨ gojo ୧

day 29 . bathtub ୨ hiromi ୧

day 30 . raw ୨ toji ୧

day 31. costume sex ୨ gojo, suguru, nanami, hiromi, toji ୧

hi everyone ! I will be partaking in kinktober this year, I have finalized the master list and this will begin starting on october 1st, the taglist is closed and will not be open again so don’t ask if u can be added bc u will not !

[hamikiz]

red bull toji

[hamikiz]

nanami kento

too tight ࣪ missionary style ࣪ backshot for his greedy wife ࣪ squirting kento ࣪ cockwarming ࣪ taming you ࣪ broken bed ࣪ rough day ࣪ hiding his moans ࣪ somno ࣪ ass slap ࣪ first time sucking ࣪ backshot for his greedy wife ࣪ mighty butt ࣪ fucking you gently ࣪ no diggity ࣪ getting mad at you ࣪ early birds? ࣪ you took all life ࣪ aftercare ࣪ jealous

gojo satoru

talkative while fucking you ࣪ biting during sex ࣪ keep your eyes on him ࣪ loud ࣪ soon love ࣪ goodboy ࣪ close as possible ࣪ calling you mommy ࣪ vanilla glazed ࣪ turtles ࣪ toxic ex ࣪ i needed to lose you to love ࣪

toji fushiguro

never letting you top ࣪ grinding on his abs ࣪ mean toji ࣪ one night stand ࣪ meanest bastard ࣪ fuck buddies, nothing else. ࣪

geto suguru

edging

choso kamo

crybaby ࣪

jjk mixed

dumbfication ࣪

levi ackerman

quicky ࣪

[hamikiz]

⟣ 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎

⟣ 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓

Camping with Toji <3

Showering with Toji <3

How Toji handles your nagging

Grimy old man Toji

Grimy step-dad Toji

Older bf Toji never lets you leave the house without filling you up :3

How Toji deals with other men liking you

Toji feeling guilty about the age-gap

Toji fucking you with his gun

Milkman Toji

Toji touching and teasing his shy gf

Toji with his talkative gf

Being needy and waking Toji at night

Toji lovesss short girls

Sitting on step-dad Toji’s lap

Toji lovesss your cunt even more after you gave birth

Accidentally calling Toji “dad” during sex

Rubbing your face on Toji’s bulge

“One’s in my mouth, One’s in my soul” w kento

Watching Toji take a piss + blow job

⟣ 𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅

“Get used to seeing a man in love”

Mornings with Toji

Toji’s snores turn you on

Putting stickers on Toji

⟣ 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓

Washing machine heart

⟣ 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

And…they were roommates

[hamikiz]

World Cup champion <3

ʚ pairing: professional soccer player Gojo x reader

ʚ cont: established relationship, finger sucking, oral, reverse cowgirl, rough sex, soooo much dirty talk, dick piercing, praise kink

ʚ note: for @satoruenmayonoenabril winning my fic giveaway :) pls excuse any grammar mistakes >.< i hope u enjoy

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

"Oh fuck…" Gojo groaned, lazily stroking his hand through your hair as you lay between his legs and suck him off, one hand between your thighs to tend to your own burning need. His piercing on the underside of his cock scrapes your tongue, tingling your skin. You couldn't wait to feel that inside you, but after Gojo scored the final goal and secured the World Cup for his team, you needed to give him some special attention before easing your own pleasure.

Watching his skills on the field had been more than a turn on, especially when the camera tracked his skills with the ball, giving you a closeup of his serious face as he navigated across the field with expert focus.

"Ohhh my god baby right there-" He groaned when you paid special attention to his piercing, lavishing it with your tongue. "Yes, oh god I love you." He moaned when you rubbed your tongue side to side against the sensitive spot, making his head swim with pleasure.

Popping off his dick, a string of saliva connected you to the tip of his cock, and you used the wetness to stroke him off as you look up at him from between his thighs. His legs tremble with intense pleasure and his bas contracts under his pulled-up jersey as you jerk him in quick succession.

"You were so fucking amazing out there. You're so fucking strong, Toru." You praise, rubbing your thumb under the head of his cock.

Gojo groaned sliding his hand from your head down to your cheek to cradle it with gentleness. With his thumb, he pulled down your bottom lip, exposing the bottom row of your teeth, and bit his bottom lip when you darted your thumb out to take his thumb into your mouth to suck on like you did his cock.

"You're so good to me baby. Couldn't have done it without you, you know that? Found you every time I scored-" He cut himself off with a harsh groan when you took his thumb to the back of your throat and swallowed. "I found you in the crowd. You look so fucking pretty wearing my number, made me wanna win just to impress you."

You hum around his thumb as he slowly pulls it back out. His fingers find their way back into your hair, but he pulls you up, keeping you from taking him back into your mouth. The grip wasn't harsh, but it was full of subtle dominance that made the need between your legs throb.

He must've seen the desire to please him mingled with confusion in your eyes, because he smiled and pulled you towards him with a smile. "Much as I love your sweet little lips around my cock, I need to make you feel good baby."

Your bottom lip jut out in a pout as you placed your hands on his chest to study yourself, hovering over his obvious arousal standing tall between his sculpted thighs, bulging and tensing each time his cock throbbed, dripping arousal onto his stomach just under his jersey. "I want to worship you."

Gojo made a sound akin to a purr and held the back of your neck. Bringing your mouths together, the kiss was gentle but full of need. He shivered into the kiss when your tongue met his, only to pull back before he got too lost in it. "Worship me with this sweet cunt, hm?"

Lithe fingers snuck between your thighs and pressed against that bundle of nerves at the apex of your thighs unexpectedly, making you jerk forward and scratch your nails into his chest, something his cock appreciated by jumping between you.

"Sit on my dick and fuck me, use me, baby, show me how hot watching me win the cup got you. That's how you can worship me, baby." His fingers that drew lazy circles against your clit slid down and teased your entrance. He swiftly took care of that ache, not leaving you waiting for long as he slid two fingers into your cunt, curling them upwards towards that sweet spot that had you seeing stars.

"Huh? Can you do that for me? Can you turn around and ride my cock n' let my piercing make that pussy feel good?" He leaned in, whispering against your ear as he fignerfucked you slowly, curling deep and hard, applying enough pressure to make you dizzy.

He nearly brought you to the brink with just a little touching. Him in his jersey acting so high off the win was doing things to your brain and your cunt, apparently, for fuck sake it felt like you were in heat.

You nodded against his head, slowly losing the strength in your legs the longer he pleased you. The tip of his cock teased where his fingers were buried inside you, and he hummed in appreciation as he removed his fingers and gripped his cock, slicking himself with your wetness.

"Turn around for me, princess." He whispered, to which you quickly obeyed.

Turning in his lap, your ass to him, you braced your hands on his thighs that bulged under your fingers as he rubbed his cockhead against your dripping entrance, teasing the both of you.

"Shit." He whistled, "Such a nice fucking view. I'm not gonna last long at all." He almost giggled before catching his cockhead against the ring of your cunt and slowly pushing in. The tip of his cock breached your hole, and you squeezed instinctually, ripping a groan and a full-body jerk and shutter from the man under you. "Oh god that feels good, you feel so good." He groaned as you slid down on him inch by inch until you were seated fully.

"Toru, fuck, you're so fucking big." You groaned, scratching his thighs as you rocked back and forth on his pelvis, adjusting to his size as he throbbed against your tight walls. "Love how you feel inside me."

Gojo gripped your hips tightly and shook. He held his breath behind you before exhaling loudly, almost sounding like a sigh of relief. "Can't say that shit to me right now, almost came. But I need you to move baby, need you to play with your clit while you ride me too because I'm really struggling not to fill you up right now."

You nod, not able to form words anymore as you lift yourself up and torturously slide back down. The both of you groan in unison when his piercing scrapes your insides so perfectly, turning your brain to mush.

The tempo picks up after that until you're practically slamming down on him with each thrust. The sounds of slapping and squelching sounds from where the two of you are connected drive you crazy, only fueling your thrusts.

"Goddd, tell me how it feels, tell me you like how I feel, baby, said it, tell me how my piercing feels so good inside you." Gojo grunted, thrusting his hips up against your ass to meet you thrust for thrust.

You nodded, rolling your hips in a circle on the downstroke, and Gojo whined behind you. "Love how you feel, I love when you fuck me, toru-" You moan, rubbing your clit furiously. "Love when my fucking world star gives it to me."

"Oh shiiiit." He cries, body writhing under you. His thighs are tense each time you drop onto them, and his sounds and thrusts are becoming more weak and pathetic, a telltale sign of his impending orgasm. His fingers dig into your hips and drive you down onto him when he began to lose strength, knocking the air from your lungs. "More, praise me more, baby, please." He grits through his teeth.

"Love-love how good you look in your jersey."

Groan.

"Love how I can feel you twitch inside me."

Whine.

"Love how h-hard you fuck me when you get close."

He thrusts hard, making sounds of agreement behind you. "So fucking close. So close. Need you to come with me right now. Are you playing with your clit?" He asks.

You nod, your hand becoming stiff where you're drawing tight circles against the hard little nub.

"How does it feel? Tell me how it feels to--oh my god--tell me how it feels to p-lay with yourself while you ride me."

You shake your head, unable to do much else but rock back and forth on his lap as your orgasm started to crest. Gojo did his best to thrust up into you, but his body was already so exhausted after playing all day, and his own orgasm was robbing the residual strength from him, but the grinding got the both of you there. "So good, w-wish it was your fingers."

The build reached its peak. "I'm-"

Gojo wrapped his arms around you from behind and yanked you back onto his chest. His jersey was rough against his back and smelled like sweat and him. Placing his feet on the beg and bending his knees, he fucked up into you furiously, grunting and moaning against the shell of your ear. "Me too."

That was the last thing he said before your high crashed over you, and pleasure unlike you've ever felt before wracked through your body and stole your mind, heart, and soul. You were on a different plane, but somehow still felt Gojo's thrusts still as his cock kicked against your walls, spilling his seed inside you.

You gasped coming down, vision blurred from such an intense high. Gojo similarly gasped behind you, holding you to his chest as he let his cock soften inside you following his orgasm. Arms still tight around your torso, he burred his neck into the crook of your neck and kissed the spot under your ear.

"Did you really think I looked hot today?" He whispered almost timidly, and you burst into laughter, turning your head so you could cup the side of his face and press a kiss to his temple.

"The hottest."

[hamikiz]

THE WANK BANK— miguel edition!

╰┈➤ a list of some of vi's fav smutty fics!! (mostly me dick riding my moots)

— "Earth 703” (+ the sex pollen drabble) BY @xbellaxcarolinax

— “Mystery Girl” series BY @fairlyang

— “Lunch Break” (and literally EVERY scientist hubby!miguel fic she’s written) BY @improbable-outset

— “Nerd!Miguel starts an OF” and it’s sequel BY @cheonstapes

— “69ing w/ Miguel” BY @mybvalentine

— “Sticky-Icky" BY @bluesidez

— "Dad Bod!Miguel ft. breeding kink" BY @cupcakeinat0r

— Literally any of their "sweet thoughts", but this one especially BY @sweetimpurity

— Every single fic she writes is phenomenal, but my favourite is the "Curvy!Reader x Miguel" headcanons BY @cherryredstars

— “Let's Make Up" and "Don't Push It" BY @monarchberrysblog

— Every "The Quiet Storm on 209.9" oneshot BY @risararelywrites

— "Miguel Knows How to..." BY @lacedinweb22

— "My Husband Has A Symbiote!" BY @slushycoookie

— "Study Night" BY @pxtched

— "Mi Valentín" BY @xxsugarbonesxx

— "Present time with baby daddy!" (specifically pt.6) BY @yougavemeyourheartyouknow

— "Devil's Advocate" BY @st4rymoon

— "Pretty in Pink" BY @miguelhugger2099

— Literally ANYTHING BY @lazyjellyfish300

— "Miguel x Wife!Reader (Lactation Kink)" BY @exhaslo

obviously there are many many more amazingly sexy fics and extremely talented writers on this app, so I might have to make a part 2!

[hamikiz]

SHIU KONG FIC RECS // mdni!

sucking shiu off in his car - @/screampied

watch yourself take me - @/webism

fwb shiu - @/shegetsburned

edging - @/ultravioletrayz

shhhh, beware of the footsteps! - @/cumironi (multi, has shiu)

porn star shiu - @/webism

in the car - @/pepperyduck

candy crus(h)er! - @/screampied

one more, just one more - @/obsesssedblerd

shiu knows how to use it - @/lazyjellyfish300

back seat - @/nanivinsmoke

somethin stupid like I love you - @/shegetsburned

bimbo - @/tojisun

rush - @/tripleyeeet

no body rides for free - @/barleyo

ceo shiu kong - @-kishibe-kisser

sugar daddy shiu - @/dog-bimbo

shiu drabble - @/dog-bimbo

darlin, can I be your favorite? - @/screampied

you wanna watch? - @/nanaslutt

cold case, hot detective - @/yuujispinkhair

lemonade - @/blueparadis

cartwheel on the dick - @/screampied (multi, has shiu)

the way shiu doms you - @/cinnamorollcrybaby

I DONT OWN ANY OF THESE FICS!! // CREDS TO THE WRITERS!! <3