kaitoru

[kaitoru]

aftercare with nanami after he fucked the guts out of you

“you okay, love?” nanami asks, his warms hand resting gently on your hip, grounding you, he’s still catching his breath, his chest rising slow, but his focus is all on you, his fingers brushing your skin like he’s checking for damage.

you nod your voice hoarse, a soft whimper escaping as you shift, the soreness making you wince. “yeah, just... damn..” you murmur, a tired smile tugging at your lips, your body still trembling, your heart full but raw.

“you went hard.” he exhales, a faint chuckle, his lips twitching into a rare, small smile, but his eyes are serious, searching yours. “too hard?” he asks, his tone careful, his hand sliding to your lower back, rubbing slowly, soothing circles, his calloused fingers gentle against your flushed skin.

“i got carried away. tell me if i hurt you.” you shake your head, reaching for his hand, lacing your fingers with his, the warmth of his palm steadying you. “no, it was perfect.” you say, your voice soft, honest, meeting his gaze, seeing the relief flicker in his eyes. “just… need you now. stay close.”

he shifts, grabbing a glass of water from the nightstand, holding it to your lips. “drink, love, you need it.” his tone’s gentle, his hand steadying the glass as you sip, slow and careful, your throat cooling, your body relaxing under his care.

“thanks..” you murmur, your voice small, setting the glass down, your hand trembling slightly as you reach for him, needing his warmth.

he notices, his eyes softening, and he pulls you into his lap, careful not to jostle you, his arms wrapping around you, strong and secure. “c’mere.” he says, his voice low, warm, tucking you against his chest, his hand stroking your hair, fingers threading through gently, untangling knots with a patience that’s so him.

“you did so well, so beautiful, taking everything i gave you.” his words are soft, sweet, a contrast to the rough edge he had earlier, his lips brushing your temple, your cheek, each touch a reassurance.

you sigh, a soft, needy sound, melting into him, your body sore but warming up to his touch, your head resting on his shoulder, his heartbeat steady under your ear. “kento..” you whisper, your voice breaking. “you’re too good to me, feel so.. cared for.”

he chuckles, his hand sliding down your back, rubbing slow, firm circles, easing the ache in your muscles. “you deserve it.” he says, his fingers finding a sore spot, kneading gently, making you moan.

“love hearing you like this, all soft and sweet after i've wrecked you.” you laugh, breathless, nudging his chest, your lips brushing his jaw. “wrecked is right.” you tease, your voice hoarse, your body relaxing further under his touch, his hands working down your spine, careful but strong, soothing every ache. “you’re gonna have to carry me tomorrow, you know.”

“gladly.” he says, kissing your hair, his hand sliding to your thigh, massaging gently, checking for soreness. “you sore anywhere specific, love? tell me.” his eyes scanned you, his fingers pausing, waiting for your answer. “just.. everywhere.” you admit, your voice small, a pout forming, and he nods, his lips twitching, not quite a smile but close, his hands resuming their work, gentle but firm, easing the tension in your thighs, your lower back.

“i've got you.” he murmurs, pulling a blanket over you both, tucking it around you, his arms never leaving you. “rest now, okay? im not going anywhere.” his fingers stroke your cheek, soft and slow.

[kaitoru]

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 ࣪

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 ࣪

toji fushiguro

never letting you top ࣪ grinding on his abs ࣪ mean toji ࣪ one night stand ࣪ meanest bastard ࣪ fuck buddies, nothing else. ࣪

choso kamo

crybaby ࣪

jjk mixed

dumbfication ࣪

[kaitoru]

It’s not a question it’s a love appreciate post you can write girl and i love youuuuuuu

omggg my loveee, i appreciate you so much. i hope u know how much u made my way loveeyouumore!

[kaitoru]

hiii do u wanna me mutuals?? >.<

yes ofcourse ! <33

[kaitoru]

@elbbepjjjjppp did you just write a whole pharagraph on my fic baby? help im crying 😭

[kaitoru]

hiii kaikai, how u doing? hope u dreamed with ya husband nanami, sending kisses and hugs 💋❤️

hiii babbyyy, im doing okayy!! hbuu? you need to hope more because i didn't 💔 thanks for the hugs and kisses mwua caught them!

[kaitoru]

YES YES OMG YES I'LL MAKE THIS PLS BUT I CAN'T VIEW THW LINK 💔💔💔 @nanam1nz

[kaitoru]

𓂃 toxic ex satoru fucking you on your wedding day.

implied cheating. public humiliation. relationship destruction. wall sex. hair pulling. toxic ex dynamic.

its your wedding day, hours from vows, yet the joy’s tainted when you glanced in the mirror and see him. satoru gojo, leaning against the doorframe. your toxic ex, the one you dumped years ago when his possessiveness, his need to control every move you made became too much.

he’s here, uninvited, in your private moment, and your stomach twisted. “fuck are you doing here, satoru?” you growl setting the fan down with a clatter, turning to face him, your hands balled into fists, he raises his hands mocking innocence.

“damn, i can’t visit the bride now?” he muttured stepping closer, his long frame casual but predatory. “thought you’d miss me, sweetheart.” you furrowed. “leave.” you snap, your voice low, serious, pointing at the door. “i don’t want you here.”

“leave?” he says feigning hurt, taking another step, his boots clicking on the floor. “im your guest.” his eyes flick over you, lingering on your dress, your bare shoulders, and you gulp. that old pull you swore you’d broken free from.

“you’re not my fucking guest.” you hiss, stepping back, your back brushing the vanity, your heart racing. “you’re here to mess with me, and im not letting that happen.” he tilts his head, shades slipping down, revealing those piercing blue eyes.

“mess with you?” he says, his voice softer, dangerous, closing the distance until he’s inches away, towering over you. “i just wanted to see you, one last time, all dressed up like this.”

you should have shouted, screamed at him, hit him, but the pull was unbearable, you still needed him. and now, it was too late.

he groans, his voice raw, lifting you onto the vanity, your dress bunching up, his hands sliding up your thighs, rough and needy. “satoru..” you gasp, your voice breaking as he pushes your dress higher, his fingers finding your panties, tugging them aside. “we shouldn’t—fuck...” you moan, his fingers brushing your clit, making you arch into him.

“tell me to stop.” he says his voice strained, pausing, his fingers hovering, giving you an out. “say it, and im gone.” you don’t say it, can’t, your hands pulling him closer, your lips on his neck, biting hard. “do it..” you mutter, your voice desperate.

“but make it quick.” he groans, low and raw, unbuttoning his pants, freeing his cock hard and thick, already leaking and lines up, thrusting into you in one deep, rough stroke, making you cry out, your nails digging into his shoulders.

“fuck, still so tight for me.” he growls, his voice breaking, his hips slamming into you, the vanity shaking, bottles clattering to the floor. “satoru, shit!” you moan, your legs wrapping around him, pulling him deeper, your body betraying you.

he grips your hips, thrusting hard, fast, each stroke hitting that spot that makes you see stars, your moans loud, reckless.

“you’re mine.” he mutters his hand tangling in your hair, pulling your head back, making you gasp. “always fuckin’ mine, no matter who you marry.”

you whined pulling his hair back and he groaned thrusting deeper, his hand sliding to your clit, circling fast, relentless. “cum for me, sweetheart. show me you still want this.”. “cum for me, sweetheart. show me you still want this.”

“fuck, satoru!” you cry your orgasm hitting, your body shaking, clenching tight around him, pleasure crashing through you, he groans, loud and raw, cumming with you, spilling inside, his hips stuttering, his face buried in your neck, panting.

you’re both still, breathless, the room quiet except for your gasps, the reality of what you’ve done sinking in.

your white dress feels heavy, stained with the memory of his hands hours ago in the bridal suite. you push it down, your heart pounding, as the officiant’s words blur, leading to the moment you’ve been dreading and craving. the kiss to seal your vows.

your husband leans in, smiling, and you force a smile, your lips trembling, inches from his, then, a sharp crackle cuts through the air, the big screen behind the altar flickering to life.

gasps ripple through the crowd, and your stomach drops, a sick premonition hitting as you turn. there, on the massive screen, is you moaning, legs wrapped around gojo, his hair unmistakable, his cock thrusting into you, the vanity shaking, your voice crying.

“satoru, fuck!” the audio’s loud, obscene, your face clear, flushed with pleasure, his hands gripping your hips. its the moment from hours ago, when you gave in, let him fuck you one last time, thinking it was private, a mistake you could bury.

“no...” you whisper, your voice breaking, stepping back, your hands shaking, the veil slipping from your hair, your husband freezes, his face paling, eyes wide as he stares at the screen, then at you, betrayal carving his features.

“what the fuck is this?!” he says trembling with shock and rage, stepping away, his hands clenched, the crowd’s murmuring, some turning away, others staring, horrified.

you feel naked, so exposed, your chest is tight and your tears are burning your eyes. “i—im sorry..” you stammer your voice small, turning to the crowd as if it could keep them away from the disgusting screen while you search for him, gojo.

he’s there at the back, leaning against a pillar, shades low, a smirk playing on his lips.

he meets your gaze, his unapologetic eyes glinting like he’s won something.

[kaitoru]

hey Hun !! how you doin??

wanna be mooties ? 💕🍭

im doingg good, hbuu? btw yes ofcourss 🎀🩷

[kaitoru]

nanami hates to see us coming @nanamisgirly

[kaitoru]

idek if i want nanami to get me pregnant or i want to get him pregnant

[kaitoru]

thinking about nanami kento your husband who had a hard day at work that he needed to take it out on you

── cw. lowercase. mdni. ignored pleas. mild pain play. stress relief sex. overstimulation. body worship.

“need you.” he growls voice rough like gravel his hand calloused, warm and strong grab your waist spinning you to face him.

his lips crash into yours not the usual gentle kiss but his teeth grazing your bottom lip as he presses himself against you.

you gasp into his mouth the spoon clattering to the counter and he’s already lifting you, your thighs bumping the kitchen island as he sets you down, his fingers tearing at your leggings like theyre an insult to his patience.

“kento—” you start but his mouth is on your neck sucking hard enough to leave marks, and his hands are shoving your panties aside.

you are so wet.

you are always wet for him, but the speed the force of it, makes your breath hitch.

he’s not himself not the careful Kento who checks in with a soft “Is this okay?” tonight he’s a storm, and you’re caught in it.

he frees himself from his slacks and you barely get a glimpse of him— thick, throbbing, a bead of precum at the tip—before he’s pushing into you, one brutal thrust that stretches you so fast you cry out, hands scrabbling at his shoulders.

“fuck,” he groans head falling to your collarbone and he’s not stopping, not slowing, his hips snapping against yours with a rhythm that’s relentless, almost punishing.

the kitchen island creaks under you, your thighs burning as he grips them holding you open his fingers digging into your skin hard enough to bruise.

“kento—s-slow down,” you whimper voice trembling as the pleasure borders on too much, your body jolting with each thrust.

you’re full, too full, his cock hitting so deep it’s like he’s carving himself into you.

your nails bite into his shirt but he doesn’t hear you, lost in his own haze, his breath ragged as he mutters,

“so good, so fucking good.” his hands slide to your hips, pulling you harder against him, and you’re drowning in the intensity, your moans mixing with gasps that sound more like pleas.

“please, kento—slower,” you try again louder your voice breaking, but he’s too far gone his thrusts growing erratic, deeper, his groans vibrating through you as he chases his release.

it’s overwhelming, the way he’s fucking you like he needs to pour every ounce of his stress into you and your body’s betraying you, clenching around him even as you squirm, tears pricking your eyes from the sheer muchness of it.

your thighs shake your core tightening and you’re coming before you mean to a sharp, shuddering orgasm that rips through you, making you cry out his name.

he doesn’t stop doesn’t even pause his cock still pounding into you as you tremble, oversensitive, your whimpers turning to soft sobs.

“kento, too much,” you manage, but it’s like he’s in a trance, his grip tightening, his thrusts sloppy now chasing his own edge.

“mine,” he growls, voice low and possessive and with one final deep thrust, he comes spilling inside you, his body shuddering as he buries his face in your neck, breath hot and ragged.

for a moment it’s just your combined breathing heavy and uneven, the kitchen quiet except for the faint hum of the stove.

you’re shaking thighs slick your heart pounding, and kento’s still inside you his weight heavy against you.

then he lifts his head, and his eyes, those soft, eyes widen as he sees your tear streaked face, your trembling lips.

“baby,” he says voice cracking, and the shift is instant like he’s waking up.

his hands cup your face, thumbs brushing away the tears.

“oh, fuck, did i—did i hurt you?” the panic in his voice guts you, and you shake your head, even though you’re still reeling, your body aching in the best and worst ways.

[kaitoru]

HELP i dont know why i can't respond (ill reset my phone later) but like ur wishing for something pretty impossible 😔 @nanam1nz

[kaitoru]

feel free to ignore me but.. would you take me as your loving mutual perhaps? 💍

IGNORE!? are u crazy why would i do that to my angel 😔 also yes please! i'll be your loving mutual angel :>>

[kaitoru]

hiii i found you a couple of days ago and finally got the courage to talk to you!!! i saw that you don't have stories with sukuna yet, so i might as well be the first, hehehe😈 sorry im a slave for him😔 i was wondering if you could write this prompt:

🪐 ❛ don’t you know what you’re doing to me? ❜

i just love the concept of the king of curses realizing he's capable of loving you, and you're the only one who can make him feel things he's never felt before (smut intended). anywayyyyy i'll stick around, so i hope you don't mind my name popping up on your inbox so many times 🥺👉👈 xoxo💋

awww good to know baby, also i dont mind ur name popping up on my inbox lmao mwaa, i love this request but did u take this on my event celly? the thing is that event is finished 😔 but since i don't have stories for sukuna yet (yes sorry) i'll write it!! ;)) but after i work on some few drafts oki? i'll tag you dwww

[kaitoru]

live laugh love dilfs

wise words

[kaitoru]

i was stalking ur main and WTF you're so hot i literally have a crush on you

awww am i? thank you mwuah