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When it hits 9 pm and I pull out this combo:

Ps: I have severe writers block. Help

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HOW HE SOUNDS I kento nanami nsfw audio ʚ ‧₊˚✧ ࿐

⚠️ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT: nanami x fem!reader, nsfw headcanon, praise kink, spitting (in audio), whimpering, nsfw audio [ please use headphones cuties! ] — mdni

NANAMI is much more focused on your pleasure than than his. however, he is vocalllll. his voice is so low and intense it just makes your whole body shiver.

as professional as he is, he sounds like he’s barely holding it together voice heavy, slow grunts punched out of him like it’s too good to stay quiet..

“there. just like that.”

he fucks you like a man with a mission. hand on your waist, forehead to yours, slow strokes that go so deep you forget how to breathe. he groans low and rough in your ear when you clench around him.

source.

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HUSBAND TOJI !

CW: Smut, breeding kink, possessiveness, degradation, cockwarming, rough sex, fingering, oral (f. receiving & m. receiving), titfucking, domestic settings, public teasing, pregnancy themes, explicit language. 18+ ONLY.

HUSBAND!TOJI who always sleeps with a hand down your panties, even when you're mad at him.

He says it’s for “security” and grins when you swat him. “Shut up. S’not like you’re pushing me away.” You’re curled into his chest, and his palm is firm over your mound, thumb lazily brushing against your clit. It’s barely even sexual—it’s possessive, grounding. And yet, your breath still hitches every time he stirs in his sleep, fingers twitching. You whisper, “You’re such a perv.” He hums, “Married one, didn’t you?”

HUSBAND!TOJI when you wear his shirt around the house and nothing else.

He stops mid-step, leans in the doorway, and just stares. “You tryna kill me?” he murmurs, voice thick. You roll your eyes, walking past with a sway in your hips, but he’s already grabbing your waist. “S’cute how you pretend you don’t know what you’re doing.” His hands slide beneath the hem, palming your ass as he groans low. “Keep walking around like that and I'll knock up one more into you again. No hesitation.”

HUSBAND!TOJI when he gets back from work and sees you napping in his hoodie.

The living room’s quiet except for your soft breathing, knees tucked to your chest. His hoodie hangs off your frame, sleeves too long. He kneels beside the couch, brushing hair from your cheek. “Damn, you’re cute,” he mutters, voice rough from the day. You stir a little, and he kisses your forehead. “Go back to sleep, mama. I’ll start dinner.”

HUSBAND!TOJI who stuffs you full and calls it “marital duty.”

“You’re my wife. Know what that means, right?” he growls into your ear, rutting deep inside you. “Means I get to breed you whenever I want.” Your legs tremble as he presses your knees to your chest, cock slamming into you like he’s trying to plant his name in your womb. He watches your stomach bulge slightly with every deep thrust and groans. “Fuck, look at that. So damn tight around me—greedy little thing.” You sob his name, and he snarls, “Gonna make sure you’re leaking for days.”

HUSBAND!TOJI when he catches you without a bra at home.

He corners you in the kitchen, arms braced on either side. “No bra?” he smirks, gaze dark. “You tryna make me lose my mind?” His hands are already under your shirt, kneading your tits like they belong to him—because they do. He toys with your nipples until you’re gasping, lips brushing your ear. “Wanna see how loud you get when I fuck these pretty tits.” And he does—right on the counter.

HUSBAND!TOJI who makes you cockwarm him during dinner.

He pulls you onto his lap, lowering you on his cock slow and deep. “Sit still, yeah? Don’t make a mess on my pants.” You tremble with every twitch of him inside you, your pussy squeezing reflexively. He eats dinner like nothing’s wrong, occasionally shifting his hips just to watch you struggle. “God, I love you like this. My little cockwarmer.” By the time dessert hits the table, you’re shaking and glassy-eyed, and he smirks. “Beg me nicely after this, maybe I’ll let you come.”

HUSBAND!TOJI who fingers you in the shower just because he missed the way you sound.

Water rushes over your bodies as he traps you against the tile. “Missed this tight little pussy,” he rasps, two fingers already thrusting into you knuckle-deep. You’re slipping, clutching his biceps, moaning shamelessly. “You’re already this wet?” he chuckles. “Didn’t even touch your clit yet.” And when he does—you nearly collapse. “Fuck, you’re so easy for me.”

HUSBAND!TOJI who humps you during laundry, muttering filth into your ear.

He pins you to the machine, hips grinding into your ass, cock hard against your thin shorts. “Look at you—trying to fold clothes like you’re not desperate.” His voice is breathless, low, filthy. “You feel that? You feel what you do to me?” You moan when he grabs your tits through your shirt, dragging his cock along your ass again. “Gonna ruin these fuckin’ panties before the spin cycle’s even done.”

HUSBAND!TOJI who lifts you up and fucks you against the wall because you mouthed off.

“You’ve got such a dirty little mouth,” he growls, hauling you up like you weigh nothing. Your back hits the wall, and his cock’s already pushing inside you, thick and fast. “Let’s see if you’re still smart when I fuck the attitude outta you.” Your legs wrap around him instinctively, and he groans. “Shit, you’re tight. Always such a brat ‘til I split you open.”

HUSBAND!TOJI who raw fucks you slow and deep until you’re begging him to move.

He’s hovering over you, arms caging you in, just grinding in so deep it hurts. “Feels better like this, doesn’t it? No rubber. Just you and me.” You sob, trying to buck up into him, but he holds you down. “No rush, sweetheart. Gonna make you feel every inch.” His hips move in torturous rolls, dragging along every sweet spot until your nails dig into his back. “This pussy’s mine. Don’t forget it.”

HUSBAND!TOJI who loves using your tits to get himself off on lazy mornings.

He straddles your chest while you’re barely awake, cock already hard. “Morning, baby,” he says with a smirk, sliding between your tits. “Hope you don’t mind if I use these for a bit.” You groan, blinking up at him as he thrusts slow, then faster. “Fuck, they’re perfect. So soft, so pretty—‘m gonna make a mess on that cute face.” He cums with a grunt, hot and sticky over your lips and cheeks. “Now that’s how a wife should wake up.”

HUSBAND!TOJI who loves fucking you from behind while you're on the phone with your mom.

He catches you on the bed, phone to your ear, chatting sweetly with your mom. “Just a second,” he mouths, grinning as he pulls your shorts down and slides in from behind. Your gasp is muffled in the pillow as he thrusts slow, shallow, teasing. “Tell her how good your day’s been,” he whispers darkly. You try to form words, voice shaking as he pushes deeper. “She’s got no idea her daughter’s getting her guts rearranged while talkin’ about dinner plans.”

HUSBAND!TOJI who wakes you up in the middle of the night just to use your mouth.

You blink awake to the feeling of his tip brushing your lips, already leaking. “Open up, baby. Ya husband needs you,” he murmurs, voice rough with sleep and want. You do, warm and pliant, letting him slide into your throat. His hand cups your cheek as he rocks into you gently, groaning. “Good girl—fuck, just like that.” He finishes in your mouth with a low, breathy moan and strokes your hair. “Now go back to sleep. I’ll take care of you in the morning.”

HUSBAND!TOJI who makes you ride his cock in front of a mirror.

“Look at yourself, baby,” he growls, hands gripping your hips as he makes you bounce on him. The mirror reflects everything—your flushed cheeks, your tits bouncing, the way you’re taking every inch of him. “You see how pretty you look getting ruined by your husband?” he purrs, licking at your neck. You whimper, nails digging into his shoulders. “No hiding—watch me stretch you open like this,” he grunts, thrusting up hard. “You were made to take my cock. Look at that sweet little pussy swallowing me whole.”

HUSBAND!TOJI who stuffs your panties in your mouth while he fingers you.

“Too loud,” he smirks, yanking your soaked panties off and pushing them between your lips. “Can’t have the neighbors hearing how desperate my baby gets.” You moan into the fabric as his fingers slide deep inside, curling just right. “Tight,” he mutters, watching your legs twitch. “Maybe I’ll use my tongue next... or maybe I’ll just edge you until you cry.” Your eyes roll back as he rubs your clit, slow and cruel, while your mouth stays gagged with your own scent.

HUSBAND!TOJI who loves using you as his personal stress reliever after work.

He comes home, tired, eyes dark. “Bend over,” he says simply, already unbuckling his belt. You don’t ask—just obey, trembling. He takes you fast, rough, groaning like he needs this more than air. “Shit, I needed this,” he pants, grabbing your hips. “You’re better than therapy, baby. Fuckin’ perfect little wife.”

HUSBAND!TOJI who makes you sit on his face first thing in the morning.

“C’mon, baby,” he mumbles sleepily, patting his chest. “Sit up here, give ya husband his breakfast.” You’re still groggy, but your core’s already pulsing when he pulls you up over his face. His tongue flicks slow and deep, groaning like he’s starving. “Fuck, you taste even sweeter when you’re half-asleep,” he purrs. Your thighs quake as he sucks your clit, wet and sloppy, tongue working faster until you’re crying out. “Now that’s how you start a goddamn day.”

HUSBAND!TOJI who fucks you dumb while you’re wearing nothing but his shirt.

You thought it would be cute—wearing nothing but his oversized shirt around the house. He thought it was an invitation. “You’re asking for it walking around like that,” he growls, yanking you against the wall. His hand’s already between your legs, fingers finding your slick slit. “No panties? Fucking slut.” He lifts your leg and slides into you hard, the shirt bunched around your waist. “Gonna fill this cunt until your brain melts, baby.”

HUSBAND!TOJI who talks to your belly every night like your baby can hear him.

He lies beside you, hand resting on your bump, voice soft. “Hey, little brat,” he mutters with a small smirk. “You better not give your mom hell tomorrow.” You giggle, combing your fingers through his hair as he kisses your stomach. “She’s already cranky as hell without you kicking her bladder at 3 a.m.” Then his voice lowers, a bit more serious. “But I hope you turn out just like her. She’s the best thing that ever happened to me."

HUSBAND!TOJI who gets possessive seeing your pregnant body in public.

You’re wearing a simple sundress, bump on display, and some guy glances your way. Toji’s arm wraps tight around your waist. “He’s lucky I don’t rip his damn eyes out,” he mutters against your ear, voice low. You laugh, trying to calm him, but he glares after the stranger like he’s a threat. “This belly? Mine. That glow? I did that.” He rests a hand over your stomach with pride, daring anyone else to even glance your way again.

HUSBAND!TOJI who helps you with swollen feet but grumbles the whole time.

You sit on the couch, huffing tiredly as your feet throb. “Should’ve worn the damn slippers I told you to,” he grumbles, grabbing your ankle and dragging your foot into his lap. But his hands are gentle, massaging carefully, thumbs pressing into all the right places. “Tch. You’re lucky I love you,” he mutters, then kisses the inside of your ankle with a soft grunt. You smile, already melting from the warmth of his touch.

HUSBAND!TOJI who gets weirdly emotional feeling the baby kick.

You gasp softly one night. “Toji—she’s kicking.” His head snaps up, and he’s on his knees in front of you in seconds, palm flat on your belly. The next kick makes his eyes widen. “That’s my girl,” he mutters, voice cracking. “Strong little bastard already.” He leans in and presses a kiss right where the baby kicked.

HUSBAND!TOJI who gets turned on seeing you all round and glowing.

You catch him staring at you again—eyes lingering on the stretch of your belly, the heaviness of your breasts. “Toji,” you say, warning in your tone. “Don’t even think about it.” But he smirks, already stalking toward you. “I’m just admiring my work, baby.” He kneels down, kissing your bump, then looking up with that sinful grin. “Still the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever seen.”

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۫ ꣑ৎ . lets just say. toji will never let you take control in bed.

power dynamic. impatient toji. rough. riding control. frustrated. toji taking over.

you’re desperate to ride him, to take full control, to set the pace and make him beg for once, his thick cock buried deep in your aching pussy, stretching you just right as you straddle his hips, determined to drive him wild.

but toji? hes got zero patience, his big hands refusing to stay still, grabbing at you like hes got no concept of letting you lead, his gruff voice taunting you every time you try to slow down.

“c’mon, toji- nghh- lemme do this” you huff, voice breathy and annoyed, your hands braced on his chiseled chest, feeling the heat of his skin under your palms.

you roll your hips slow, the slick slide of his dick inside you making you shiver, each movement calculated to tease, to keep him on edge.

his hands huge, calloused and greedy grabbing your ass, squeezing hard enough to make you yelp, and he thrusts up, sharp and deep, ruining your rhythm.

“tskk, too fuckin’ slow, doll- lemme help ya.” he teases, but its not help—its him taking over, his hips bucking to meet yours, faster, making the bedframe groan.

“toji- ugh- stop it!” you snap trying to pin his wrists above his head, your fingers barely circling his thick forearms.

you’re desperate to keep control, to ride him at your pace, to savor every inch of his cock dragging against your walls.

but hes too strong, too damn impatient, and he laughs, all deep and mocking, easily breaking free to grip your waist, pulling you down onto him with a force that steals your breath.

“fuck- stay still- im tryin’ to make this good,” you whine but your voice cracks, pleasure spiking as he hits that spot deep inside.

“good? this ain’t good enough,” he grunts voice dripping with that cocky edge, and his hands slide to your hips, guiding you faster, his thrusts meeting you halfway, each one a wet slap that echoes in the room.

“nghh- look at you, actin’ all bossy- but you’re squeezin’ me like you want it rough.” hes relentless, his dick splitting you open, and you’re moaning, loud and helpless, your control slipping through your fingers like sand.

“you’re- such a jerk,” you gasp, your nails digging into his chest as you try to slow him down, rolling your hips in a desperate bid to take back the lead.

but toji’s having none of it, his hands roaming, one smacking your ass lightly, the other gripping your thigh to spread you wider, his thrusts growing sloppier, needier.

“cant- can’t you just let me ride you?” your voice is all pouty, and you glare down at him, catching the way his eyes glint, all smug and turned on.

he groans, head tipping back, but his hands dont stop, pulling you down harder, fucking up into you like he’s addicted.

“fuck- keep tryin’ to boss me, but this pussy’s- beggin’ for me to take over.” His words are filthy, teasing, and you’re torn between smacking him and kissing him, your body betraying you as you grind against him, chasing the edge.

“you’re so- mmph- so annoying.” you moan and he laughs again, all rough and triumphant, one hand sliding to your clit, rubbing quick, messy circles that send you spiraling.

“annoyin’? bghh- you love it, look at you- fuck- cumming already.” he growls, and hes right—your orgasm hits hard, a sharp, shuddering wave that has you crying out, pussy clamping around his dick as you tremble, hands slipping on his chest.

hes not far behind, his thrusts erratic, a low groan rumbling from his throat as he comes, hot and deep inside you, his grip on your hips bruising as he holds you still, riding out the aftershocks.

you collapse onto him, panting, sweaty, and pissed, your cheek pressed to his heaving chest.

“you- ruined it,” you mutter voice sulky, and he chuckles, all lazy and satisfied, his hands still roaming, one patting your ass like hes soothing a grumpy cat.

“ruined it? doll, you came so hard you forgot your own name,” he teases, and you lift your head to glare, catching his scarred lip quirked in that infuriating grin.

© written by kaizer | do not copy plagiarize or translate any.

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❥ tied him down to my queen bed!

“fuuuck, baby—”

never in toji fushiguro’s thirty-eight years of living has he let himself get tied up. not during jobs, always too quick and nimble to even let them get close, nor when he was sleeping around. he was always on top, always the one tying them down and fucking them silly.

yet here he is, thick wrists and ankles bound to the posts of your bedframe, legs spread just for you. he can’t help it, not when you’re bouncing on his dick like a see-saw, a repetitive up and down that has those lightning veins dragging through your gooey insides.

“mmmgh, s-shit,” he moans, and it teeters off into a breathy chuckle, practically drowning in feigned confidence. even now, toji still wants to save face with that wobbly smirk on his face, though you definitely know better.

god, he feels like a teenager again, balls heavy and aching cock sensitive to every slight flutter and suctioning clamp of your sweet pussy. it’s like you’ve cast a spell on him, made him weak to your soft touches, the gentle bat of your long lashes, the feeling of your reverent lips peppering his face in endless kisses whenever he returns from a job.

that’s precisely how he ended up like this, tied down to your bed with just a small pout of your glossy lips and a few low, choice words whispered into his ear that’d had his pants instantly growing tight.

it hasn’t even been ten minutes, and toji’s ready to cum. you see it in the way his eyes keep fluttering like he’s having to fight the urge to let them roll back, how his hips don’t stop bucking up into you, shoving his dick in deep enough to create that perfect, cylindrical bulge in your tummy that has him drooling with endless moans and barely bitten off whimpers.

“c’mon, doll, un... mmf— untie me.” his hands flex, testing the barely sufficient restraints. “lemme f-fuck you right. that’s what ya want, y-yeah? jus’ untie me, baby, hah—”

you shake your head, hands on his chest as you up your pace, a familiar pressure building low in your spine. “you p-promised, toji.”

he did promise, he knows that, and he hates breaking them, but with the way you’re now swiveling your hips in torturous figure-eights, snug cunt milking him for all he’s worth, he is genuinely not gonna last.

“baby, pleaseee? you feel s-so fucking good, toji, god—” your voice is as sweet as ever, making the thick walls around toji’s mind melt into goopy, lovesick puddles and his balls draw up tight.

he doesn’t mean to cum before you, honest, but when you’re talking to him like that and riding him so good, he can’t help but pump thick, hot ropes of cum right into your womb, jaw slack for a long, whiny groan.

you don’t even get the chance to process the tears in his eyes before the ropes snap, two big hands coming down on your waist and flipping you right onto your back.

“toji, hnngh, wait—!”

your boyfriend just gives a rough shake of his head, the ropes sliding free from his wrists and ankles as he hikes your legs around his waist. his dark fringe falls in front of his face, and, for a foolish moment, you think he’s going to listen.

but toji has never been good at being submissive for long, even with you.

with a rough snap of his hips, he slams home, pushing that previous load of cum even deeper. “n-nah. ‘s my turn now.”

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☆Jackson Wang boyfriend material☆

After you and Jackson finished having sex, you started taking some photos of them and there was one that you liked the most, so you decided to put it on your wallpaper.

"Hey look, can I put it as wallpaper on my phone?" you say while looking at the photos in love

"Mmm, I'm not convinced, but if that turns you on, that's fine with me" he says with a cocky smile, you laugh and give him a tender kiss.

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18+ MDNI, light smut

dilf!toji leans in the doorway, towel around his neck, fresh out the shower and completely forgetting whatever the hell he came in here for the second he sees you kneeling on the rug, brushing out megumi's messy little bedhead with this patience he swears only you’re capable of. 

“hold still, baby,” you say, soft and low, one hand steady until his chin, the other working the brush through the knots. 

megumi mumbles something under his breath. you laugh, kiss the top of his head, and keep brushing. 

and toji? toji is going feral watching you look after megrim with such care and love. it makes him want to marry you all over again and knock you up over and over again. 

the robe you’re wearing slips a little as you lean forward - allowing a peek of you thigh, the curve of your breast. you don’t even notice.

but toji does. 

oh, he fucking does.

suddenly, he is overwhelmed with an urge to give you more. more mornings like this. more little heads to brush. more of himself, permanently. 

you tuck megumi’s hair behind his ear and send him off to the kitchen with a “go pick out your cereal, i’ll be right there in a minute.”

the second he’s gone, you stand to follow - but don’t even make it a step before tori’s on you. 

his hand firmly grips your hips, pressing your chest tightly against his solid front. he leans down so his lips lightly grazes your neck, voice already rough.

“you tryin’ to kill me, doll?”

you blink at him, caught off guard. “what?”

he huffs a laugh against your skin, low and hot. 

“you. bein’ all soft with him like that. wearin’ this.” his hands slips under your robe, fingers brushing the inside of your thigh.

“you know what that does to me?”

“i was just brushing his hair, toji.” you laugh. you could feel him press up against you, hot and bothered.

“nah,” he mutters, leaving wet kisses along your jaw. “you were bein’ a fuckin’ dream. my wife. takin’ care of our boy like you were made for it.”

before you can say anything, he’s lifting you - big hands gripping the backs of your thighs, robe falling open as he walks you toward the bed. 

“you already gave me one perfect kid,” he says, setting you down and dragging his palm over your stomach like he’s picturing it full again. “you keep actin’ like that, i’m puttin’ another one in you.”

you let out a tiny whimper as toji slowly begins to grind onto you. the hard outline of his cock through his sweatpants pushing just the perfect amount of pressure onto you. his hands are now shamelessly groping your breasts while he marks up your neck.

“toji - megumi’s in the kitchen -“

“he’s got cereal. he’ll be fine. 

and right on cue:

“mom! dad! where’s the milk?! i’m hungry!”

toji groans against your skin, his hips flush against yours, jaw clenched like it physically pains him to stop.

he presses a soft kiss against your temple, a contrast to his rough voice at your ear:

“don’t move a fuckin’ inch. soon as he’s fed, i’m finishing what i started.” 

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hi there, bby!! *paws at you* in your own opinion, which jjk men would still slam or rut into you as they cum and which would go completely still?? 👀 i'm completely normal about that small quirk that men do, ehehehehe.......

🔞WHO SLAMS, RUTS, OR STAYS STILL AS THEY CUM INSIDE OF YOU?🔞

GOJO does both while cumming, but I’d say he usually gets a bit excited and ruts desperately, quickly, and sloppily while whining like a slut.

sometimes he tries to act like the big bad strongest man alive and remain stoic but the pathetic whines peak through and his body shakes as he latches onto your nipple and allows himself to rut. Cute. Calls you mommy sometimes, doesn’t deny he did it after the fact either. Your pussy is just THAT good!! And you make him feel safe like a mommy does for their son! You don’t know exactly how to feel about that lol.

BUT the moments he does go still as he cums, he keeps a lil part of his dick out to watch the base of his dick pulse and jerk while injecting his cum into you, drooling and breathing heavy.

Sometimes, he jerks off and inserts only the tip into you as he cums, it’s so mean, you don’t get to cum at all. you ask him why he does that, and he tells you he’s usually in too much of a hurry everyday to do the whole sex thing, but you suspect he finds it amusing to fuck with you but won’t admit it because he doesn’t want you to think he’s an asshole. the guy even says he’s sorry after if you look extra upset, kisses you on the forehead, and slips into the bathroom to laugh at your expression with his hand over his mouth as you ask what he’s doing in there suspiciously through the door. He says he’s just cleaning his dick up.

TOJI usually drives all the way home in one HARD thrust that gives you a cramp from how deep he penetrates as he cums, with a drawn out throaty old man groan as he spurts into your cervix. he just can’t help that primal need to breed you; he doesn’t want anymore kids, but he just has that animalistic instinct to mate, more than a normal man does.

BUT I could also see him SLAMMING every now and then, but they’re HARD and MEAN thrusts that pound down on you while groaning loudly with every hit. he’s asking if you want to be impregnated, if you like a big man fucking the shit out of you, and so much rambling that you don’t even get a chance to talk back. Says cringe shit lall the way up until he cums and then it’s all drawn out, deep old man groans and grunts.

SUKUNA, similar to Toji, forces all the way, deep inside of you while he cums by shoving it all in at once until his dick and base isn’t even visible and your pussy lips are pressed down on his abdomen.

He WAS slamming before hand though, expect organ rupture. he has the need to shove his balls into you too (what the fuck is that about) but obviously he doesn’t. he stays on top of you, heavy and deep for way too long, 30 minutes sometimes (!!) after cumming, pushing all of his body weight down on you, suffocating you, growling like a tiger into the side of your head and rubbing his skull against yours like a cat. don’t expect him to talk during this process unless it’s to tell you to stop fucking moving when you try to get him off of you; he’s tuned all the way into his primal side so talking doesn’t usually occur.

he licks your neck and entirety of your face with eyes closed as he PURRS, listening to that animalistic primal part of him that wants to groom and thank you for being his mate and letting him breed your cunt, and when the your cute little sounds and convulsions of your pussy walls give him cuteness aggression, he bites your neck, latching on for long minutes at a time as he makes raspy noises like a lion would as it holds its prey in its mouth, proud to have caught dinner.

he takes breeding time very seriously, and gives in to the instinct of plugging you for a good while after cumming— probably to make sure his sperm sticks (even tho he’s not rly doing it to have kids.. just listens to his instincts blindly OR he’s trying to make an heir)

NANAMI stays still, pushed inside a good amount but he’s more so focused on you. He’s caressing your face, admiring you, kissing you and your neck, groaning into you passionately about how good and wet you feel. BUT when you’re a little brat, he fucks you through his own orgasm, hard, as he disciplines you. ‘Are you going to listen now? It’s too much? This hurts me just as much as it hurts you, I don’t want to have to do this to you either.’ he actually can be very mean to you, not name calling or anything but he’s blunt and harsh. you get on his nerves purposely sometimes just so he’ll fuck you really hard— which he suspects.

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If yall like this I can make a part 2 of the other jjk men!

i feel like i could be completely wrong so take this with a grain of salt, just wrote intuitively without thinking much (I’d love to hear your guys opinions in asks)

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SUGURU GETO TWT LINKS

INCLUDES— fingering, clit play, cunnilingus, making out, groping, squirting, creampie, blowjob/throat fucking (?), hand job, body worship, spanking, grinding, breast/nipple play.

WARNINGS— 21 links, all of these videos are for afab readers/viewers, don't like don't read/watch, make sure to be logged into twt/x beforehand, if some of the links stop working please lmk !

shaking from his fingers ? how on earth will you take his cock

makeup sex with suguru but all he wants to do is make you feel good and loved

passion filled sex with him after he finally takes a break from running his cult

suguru saw your cute new set and just couldn't help himself

he never lets you go to bed unsatisfied

when you let him hit it from the back

you looked so pretty making breakfast for him and the girls that he got distracted

he loves to see how far he'll fill you up to

he digs into your pussy so good you let him come inside

loving on your pretty tits

you're a sheet soaker when you're with suguru

he's always such a bumpy ride...

marathon sex w him

you're always so squirmy when he has his cock in you

suguru using your throat

you need to use both hands for his cock

sleepy worshiping

you stopped suguru mid round for kisses and he happily obliged

he can't tolerate bratty behaviour

morning sex in the commune

you're too cute suguru just had to have you

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gojo's genes are scarily strong. the silky white hair and freakishly lightning blue eyes runs in the family! satoru guaranteed his child would look similar to him, his mother, and whoever was further down the drain in his clan. he swooned and giggled when you were pregnant, ensuring you and your baby's safety for when the time comes to bring the little shit into the world. he'll be so enthralled when his child is born, spoiling him even before he takes his first breath.

imagine to his fucking surprise when the baby comes and they look exactly like YOU. satoru sits on the cushioned chair beside your hospital bed, holding his baby while you slept—tired from birthing your sweet child. a pair of sharp blue eyes stare at the bundle of betrayal in his arms.

"a month of my hard work.. cultivating, planting you, then spending the next 9 months taking care of you and my wife." he scoffs while the baby eyes his father. "and you look exactly like your mother."

satoru couldnt help but let out a silent sob and squeal, taking every single nerve in his body not to squeeze the baby to death in a hug. he wishes you were awake—so he could jump up and down in pure ecstacy like a 3rd grader. he just loves your baby so much. after, maybe, around 500 years of bearing the same white haired, blue eyed baby combo into the world, someone finally beat the gojo clan genes.

your baby has your hair and eyes. satoru is surprised, offended and in love. yes, he loves that his baby looks like his mama but were you really so greedy to leave nothing for him?

he can only hope that your baby will be as silly, as stupid and as strong as him when they grow older.

... god, hopefully not

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ridin’ out the attitude // TOJI FUSHIGURO

⁀➷ content. you’ve been pushin’ toji’s buttons all damn day. now he’s got you straddlin’ his lap, smirkin’ as he makes you ride that thick cock ‘til you’re beggin’, spankin’ your ass red just to remind you who’s boss.

pairing. afab!reader x older bf!toji

warnings. mdni. mean!toji, rough sex, spanking, dirty talk, manhandling, dubcon (?), but really he’s just messing with you, age gap, overstimulation

word count. 2,000

you’re not even sure how it got this bad today. maybe it’s the way you kept mouthing off at breakfast, rolling your eyes when toji told you to chill with the attitude. or maybe it’s how you “accidentally” spilled his coffee all over the counter ‘cause you were too busy texting some dude who’s been sliding into your dms.

could’ve been when you snapped at him in the car, calling him an old asshole for turning down your music. whatever it was, you pushed every damn button he’s got, and now you’re here—staring down at him sprawled out on the couch, that stupid smug smirk plastered on his face like he’s been waiting for this all day.

“you done actin’ like a brat?” he drawls, one thick arm slung behind his head. his legs are spread wide, black sweats hanging low on his hips, and you can already see the outline of that thick dick you’re about to regret waking up. “’cause i ain’t liftin’ a finger ‘til you fix this shit.”

you scoff, crossing your arms like that’s gonna do anything. “fix what? you’re the one actin’ like a dick all day.”

his smirk twitches, eyes narrowing. “oh, you think you’re slick, huh? talkin’ back like i won’t have you cryin’ on this dick in two minutes.” he leans forward just a bit, patting his thigh with one big hand. “get your ass over here. now.”

you hesitate, ‘cause you know where this is goin’. toji don’t play when he’s pissed, and you’ve been tap-dancing on his last nerve since sunrise. but you’re stubborn as hell, so you jut your chin out and mutter, “make me.”

wrong fuckin’ move.

he’s on you in a flash, big hand wrapping around your wrist and yanking you down onto the couch. you barely have time to yelp before he’s got you pinned, his weight pressing you into the cushions, breath hot against your ear. “you wanna keep testin’ me, doll? ‘cause i got all night to teach your ass a lesson.”

you squirm, half pissed, half turned on already ‘cause damn, he’s strong and you hate how much you love it. “get off me, toji, fuckin’ old man—”

“old man?” he cuts you off with a dark chuckle, flipping you over so you’re straddling his lap. “this old man’s about to have you beggin’ for mercy. strip.”

your heart’s hammerin’, but you glare at him anyway, peelin’ off your top real slow just to fuck with him. his eyes don’t leave you, dark and hungry, like he’s already picturin’ you a mess under him. you toss your shirt at his face, smirkin’ when it lands on his chest. “happy now?”

“bra too,” he says, voice flat, ignoring your little stunt and leanin’ back like he’s settlin’ in for a show. “and lose the attitude ‘fore i fuck it outta you.”

you huff, unhookin’ it and lettin’ it drop, and his gaze zeroes in on your tits, watchin’ ‘em spill out with that smirk, eyes trackin’ every bounce like he’s starvin’ for it.

“now pants,” he say.

you roll your eyes but shimmy out of your jeans, leaving you in just your panties. and he’s all casual, arms spread across the back of the couch. that smirk’s still there, and it’s pissing you off how hot he looks just sittin’ there, waiting for you to figure out what’s next.

“what now, huh?” you snap, crossing your arms again. “you just gonna stare at me all night?”

“nah,” he says, voice dropping an octave as he pats his lap again. “you’re gonna ride me. and you’re gonna do all the fuckin’ work since you wanna act grown.”

your stomach flips, heat creeping up your neck. “what?”

“you heard me.” he shifts, tugging his sweats down just enough to free that thick, heavy cock you’ve been tryna ignore. it slaps against his stomach, already half-hard, and your mouth goes dry. “you pissed me off one too many times today, baby girl. now you’re gonna make it up to me. hop on.”

you swallow hard, thighs clenching ‘cause you know he ain’t playin’. toji don’t bluff—he’ll sit there all night if he has to, waiting for you to figure your shit out. so you crawl closer, knees digging into the couch as you straddle him proper, hovering just above that dick that’s way too big for you to take without a fight.

“what’s the holdup, doll?” he drawls, low and lazy, like he’s got nowhere to be. “thought you were a big girl, talkin’ all that shit earlier. hop on already.”

you glare at him, hands on his shoulders for balance, but you don’t move yet. “you’re such an asshole,” you mutter, tryin’ to keep your cool even though your heart’s poundin’. “maybe i won’t. maybe i’ll just leave you sittin’ here with your dick out.”

he laughs—straight up laughs, deep and rough, like you just told the funniest joke. “oh, you’re cute. real cute.” his eyes narrow and he leans forward just a bit, voice droppin’. “you ain’t goin’ nowhere ‘til i say so. now quit stallin’ and sit on this dick ‘fore i make you.”

you huff, rollin’ your eyes like that’s gonna save you, but you start lowerin’ yourself anyway, holding the fabric of your panties to the side. the tip brushes your entrance, and you bite your lip hard, ‘cause even that little bit stretches you out. he don’t move, just watches you with that damn smirk, hands loose on your hips like he’s enjoyin’ the show.

“go on,” he says. “you wanted to piss me off all day, so take it like you mean it.”

you sink down a little more, and fuck, it’s a lot. he’s thick as hell, and you’re feelin’ every inch, walls flutterin’ just tryin’ to adjust. you’re halfway down when you stall out, breathin’ heavy, thighs shakin’ like they’re about to give up. “shit, toji—” you gasp, nails diggin’ into his shoulders.

“what’s that?” he taunts, tiltin’ his head like he’s tryna hear better. “you tappin’ out already? thought you were tough shit, huh? all that attitude and you can’t even take half.”

“shut up,” you snap, pushin’ yourself lower just to spite him, but it’s a mistake. he’s too big, stretchin’ you so wide it’s borderline painful, and a whine slips out before you can stop it.

“aww, poor baby,” he mocks, voice drippin’ with fake pity. “need me to hold your hand while you cry about it?” his hands tighten on your hips, but he still don’t help, just keeps watchin’ you struggle. “c’mon, doll, you’re takin’ too long. i ain’t got all night.”

you grit your teeth, glarin’ at him through the burn, and force yourself all the way down. you’re stuffed so full you can barely breathe, ass flush against his lap, and he lets out a low groan, finally breakin’ that cocky facade for half a second. “fuck, there you go,” he mutters, one hand slidin’ up your back. “knew you could do it.”

you’re pantin’, tryin’ to get your bearings, but he don’t give you a chance. “move,” he says. “you’re ridin’ me, remember? get to it.”

you start slow, rockin’ your hips ‘cause that’s all you can manage with him buried so deep, that fat cock kissin’ your cervix every damn time you move. every bounce has you moanin’, body tremblin’ from how full you feel, stretched so wide it’s like he’s rearrangin’ your guts, and he’s just sittin’ there, smirkin’ like a bastard, eyes locked on your tits bouncin’ like he’s hypnotized.

“that all you got?” he teases, leanin’ back further like he’s bored. “thought you’d be bouncin’ on this dick like you own it. c’mon, don’t half-ass it.”

“fuck you,” you hiss, pickin’ up the pace just to shut him up. your thighs are screamin’, ass clappin’ against him loud as hell, and the wet smack of skin on skin fills the room. it’s nasty, messy, and you’re lovin’ every second even though you’d never admit it.

“that’s more like it,” he says, eyes locked on where you’re takin’ him. “still ain’t enough, though. you’re actin’ like you don’t deserve a punishment for all that bullshit you pulled today.”

before you can snap back, his hand cracks down hard on your ass. the sting’s sharp, makin’ you yelp, and he don’t wait—lands another one right after, smirkin’ when you clench around him. “there we go,” he mutters, rubbin’ the spot he just hit. “keep fuckin’ yourself on me, and maybe i won’t spank you ‘til you can’t sit tomorrow.”

you’re a mess now, whinin’ and grindin’ down harder ‘cause that smack lit somethin’ up in you. he keeps it comin’, big hand crashin’ against your ass every few thrusts, timin’ it so you’re clenchin’ tight around him each time. “shit, toji—” you gasp, voice breakin’ as the sting.

“what’s wrong? can’t handle a little payback?” he mocks, slappin’ you again. “you were real loud earlier, runnin’ that mouth. where’s all that noise now?”

“please—” you whimper, too far gone to care about pride. your legs are jelly, rhythm all sloppy, and you’re leanin’ into him, tryna get him to help.

“please what?” he says, all smug and slow, finally grippin’ your hips tight. “thought you didn’t need shit from me. what happened to that?”

“toji, fuck, i can’t—” you’re shakin’, walls squeezin’ him so hard he groans low, and he finally takes pity on you. his hands dig in, liftin’ you up just enough to slam you back down, settin’ a brutal pace that’s got you screamin’.

“that’s what i thought,” he growls, thrustin’ up hard to meet every bounce. “fuckin’ brat. gotta do everythin’ myself, huh?” he don’t let up, poundin’ into you like he’s tryna break you, and you’re so wet it’s damn near embarrassing, slick drippin’ down your thighs.

he spanks you again, mid-thrust, and you choke on a moan, whole body joltin’. “keep goin’,” he orders, voice rough as hell. “you ain’t done ‘til i say so.”

you’re lost in it now, head spinnin’, clawin’ at his chest while he fucks you stupid. he’s relentless, hittin’ that spot deep inside over and over, and you can feel yourself unravelin’, pressure buildin’ ��til you’re right on the edge.

“toji, i’m—” you can’t even finish, ‘cause he slams up one more time, spankin’ you so hard you see stars, and you’re gone. you cum screamin’, gushin’ all over him, body shaking. he don’t stop, fuckin’ you through it ‘til you’re whimperin’, overstimulated and damn near cryin’.

“fuck, that’s it,” he mutters, voice tight as he watches you fall apart. he keeps goin’ for a minute, drawin’ it out ‘til you’re a boneless heap on his chest, then finally slows, hands rubbin’ lazy circles on your sore ass. “good girl. now you gonna think twice ‘fore pissin’ me off again?”

you can’t even talk, just mumble somethin’ incoherent against his skin, and he chuckles. “yeah, that’s what i thought.”

you’re slumped against him, breathin’ heavy, whole body achin’ like you just ran a marathon. he’s still sprawled out, smug and relaxed, one arm draped over the back of the couch, the other restin’ on your back like he owns you. your ass is stingin’ from the spanks, thighs still tremblin’ from the ride, and you’re pretty sure you’re gonna feel him for days.

“you good?” he asks, fingers tracin’ idle patterns on your skin.

“fuck you,” you mumble, too wrecked to come up with anything better, and he laughs again, that deep, rough sound that makes your stomach flip.

“already did, doll.” he shifts, pullin’ you closer ‘til your head’s tucked under his chin. “next time you wanna act up, just skip to this part. saves us both the headache.”

you huff, buryin’ your face in his chest ‘cause you’re too tired to argue. he’s an asshole, yeah, but he’s your asshole, and you’re already wonderin’ how long ‘til you piss him off again just to feel this. ‘cause as much as you hate to admit it, you’re hooked—on him, on this, on the way he fucks you.

“whatever,” you mutter, closin’ your eyes, and he snorts, pressin’ a lazy kiss to your forehead.

“that’s my girl.”

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ok, but I don't understand how there are people who have so much creativity, it would take me more than two whole weeks to write something like that lol

roommate! dick grayson teaching you how to suck dick... cause you're an eager learner, and of course friends help eachother out and all that!

word count: 1.8k

You felt embarrassed to say the least.

But Dick was the last person you should feel embarrassed to tell. Or to ask, persay. He was your best friend, your roommate and your closest confidant.

So why did you feel so anxious?

You had kissed before, a few times after a couple drinks (sometimes even sober), it was all innocent fun. He was your first kiss- and he almost seemed flattered when you asked him to teach you that. So why wouldn't he react the same when you asked him to teach you to give head?

You were anxious, some of your other girlfriends were talking about their experiences while out for dinner and drinks, but you had nothing to contribute.

You didn't feel left out, moreso… just innocent.

Which was almost funny to say, considering you had your nipples pierced, and Dick had done so much as to feel them. You weren't oblivious to sexual activity, you just hadn’t found anyone you had really wanted to… partake in it with.

But then there was Dick. Whenever you were around him (every single day) you felt butterflies flutter in your stomach, and honey like liquid fire pool to your lower core.

He had that effect. He was charming and handsome, sweet and kind. What was there not to like?

No- you had your mind set out on this. You were sure it wouldn't be weird.

Maybe a little awkward, but what would be the worst that could happen? You’d retreat back to your room and smush your face into a pillow for a few hours with embarrassment, Dick would tease you and urge you to come out- you’d apologise and it would be like nothing had ever happened.

Or, you’d learn how to please a man.

So either way, there was Dick Grayson interaction.

He had seen your boobs for christs sake. Although to you, it wasn't so much sexual as it was… friendly. Or something along those lines.

So after a few deep breaths, you tossed your phone somewhere in the mess of your bed, peeling yourself up from the blankets and tugged down your oversized sleep shirt. You had stolen it from Dick, and though it was quite large on you, you instinctively tugged it down to attempt some form of modesty.

But who were you kidding? You two were past that point.

You creaked open your bedroom door, peering out to the dim blue glow of the living room. Dick was sprawled on the couch, nothing but plaid pj pants on as he watched some old movie you had little interest in. But anything he liked, you wanted to try.

So you shimmied out, trying not to make too much noise as you tiptoed over to where he was spread. He heard every little creak of the floorboards though, so it was no use. That man could hear everything.

“Hey sweetheart. What's up?”

“Can I watch with you?” you asked softly, and his smile instantly widened, and he patted a spot on the couch next to him. “Get over here sugar.”

You giggled at his cheesy pet names, sitting down- trying not to sit too close in case he wanted some distance. But that wouldn't do for him.

“What are you afraid I got cooties or somethin?” he teased, wrapping an arm around your middle and tugging you in close, so you were snuggled right in his side, breathing in his scent. You hummed softly, praying he didn't notice the way your nipples had hardened at the contact with his body (he did, of course), and the way your breath seemed stuck in your throat.

You were way more anxious than you needed to be. It was a simple question.

You held off for a few minutes, pretending to be interested in the film, but mainly peering up at his face, the way his eyes seemed to darken in the moonlight that filtered through the loft windows. His arm was wrapped around you, hand tracing little patterns back and forth on the exposed skin of your arm, making you shudder- goosebumps leaving in his wake.

You clenched your thighs together tightly, reaching a hand up to rest on his chest, to which he grabbed and placed to his lips, kissing each fingertip as if it were made of the finest china.

Finally, you gathered the courage to spit out.

“Doyouthinkyououldteachmehowtoblowsomeone?” you sputtered out- words trampling over eachother so fast they wouldn't even be detectable if they were slowed.

His eyes widened, staring at you with utter confusion. “Come again?”

“Can you- I just-” you gave up, sighing, putting your head in your hands.

“Okay, promise not to laugh?” you asked and he nodded, face contorted into concern.

“I’ve just never given anyone head before. And I wanna learn just because… I don't know. I just want to know how to do it, in case I… need too? I guess? And I was wondering if maybe you could… teach me?”

Silence.

A wide smirk formed on his lips as he forced you to look into his eyes. Despite the embarrassment that flared in your cheeks, you obliged, doe eyes wide as you peered over at him.

“You wanna suck my dick?” he asked and you winced, shrugging.

“Okay well when you put it that way… I guess its not something friends do. I shouldn't have asked-”

“No, sweetheart, I want you to. God, fuck I’ve wanted this for so long. You’re sure you wanna do this though?” he asked and you nodded.

“I just… I feel comfortable with you.”

His cheeks tinged pink, making you giggle. “Well honey I’m flattered. And seriously, I mean it. I’ve wanted this. I’ve wanted you.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. It made him even harder somehow, seeing the shock in your eyes- seeing how obvious and innocent you truly were.

How you couldn't see his advances, he didn't know. But somehow, that turned him on even more.

“You wanna get on your knees for me honey?”

You nodded, sliding off the couch, thighs poking out as your shirt melted against your body. He bit his lip, groaning at the mere sight of you.

All pretty and eager on your knees, desperate to please him. To learn how to please him.

“You tell me if you want to stop at any time, or you're uncomfortable yea? No shame in that sweetheart. I want you to be comfortable.” he held your chin with his thumb, tilting it up to meet his eyes.

You were a shy one. He liked that though. “I know Dickie. Thank you, again.”

He almost scoffed. He should be the one thanking you. He smiled. “Good girl. Y’wanna take it out for me sweetheart? Don't go all shy on me now.”

You nodded, tugging down his pj pants, his cock hard and heavy- hitting his chest. “That looks… painful.” you whimpered, eyes looking up at him with concern.

“M’okay baby. Just needed you, is all. Always get like this around you. Especially when you trot around in my shirts.”

You reached out, wrapping your fingers around the base- eliciting a hiss from him. “Is this okay?”

“Fuck yes sweetheart. Gotta get it a lil wet for me kay? Spit on it.” he growled, and who were you to deny him? Looking up at him, you spit, letting drool and saliva trickle down, mixing with his precum.

“Atta girl. Just take the tip okay? Don't want you hurting yourself now.” he cooed and you nodded, opening wide as you slowly took him in your mouth, whining.

He already wanted to finish.

Holy. Fuck.

You were so fucking sexy it made him feel physically dizzy. Like the room was spinning.

“Thereee you go baby. Does that feel okay?” he asked and you moaned, trying to nod. “I guess you can't really talk that well, can ya? S’okay. House is finally quiet for a change.” he teased, grabbing your hair and forming a makeshift ponytail, slowly guiding you a bit deeper.

He’d train you so one day he could fuck your mouth after a hard day, have you waiting for him on your knees like you were now. But he was a patient man. For now, this was more than enough.

When your eyes started to drift close he tapped your cheek, jolting you back to look at him. “Keep your eyes on me sweetheart, there you go. You’re doing so good for me. Think you can take a little more?”

You nodded, his hand guiding you a little deeper, until he hit the back of your throat, making you gag. He moaned, guiding you back and forth, watching as your eyes started to tear up, drool coating his cock and spilling out the sides of your mouth.

“Atta girl. Aren't you a pretty picture?”

Your moan in response sent shockwaves through his cock, and he gripped your hair even tighter, speeding up his thrusts into your mouth.

“You don't even know how many times I’ve thought of this. Wishin it was your mouth wrapped around my cock instead of my hand. Even better than I imagined.”

Your cheeks heated at his confession, though you were past embarrassment now. His cock was down your throat for christ sake. You probably looked a mess, mascara streaming down your cheeks. But somehow, with the way he was looking and talking to you- you felt like the prettiest girl alive.

And god, did you ever love when he talked.

“Betcha you’ve thought about me with your hands down your panties, haven't you? Thin walls baby, I think you forget. It's cute though.”

He winked, and before you knew it, his thrusts were erratic, and warm liquid coated your tongue.

“Fuck, sorry honey. I should've warned you. You can spit, it's alright. You did so fuckin good.”

But you had already swallowed, sticking out your tongue to show him. Something like pride filled your chest as his eyes widened in shock, a little fuck me leaving his lips.

You giggled, getting up on shaky legs as you plopped back down on the couch beside him. “I did good? That felt good?” you asked.

“Baby that's the best head I’ve ever had. You sure you've never done that before?”

You shook your head. “Guess you gotta mouth on ya. Just wish you’d put it to use like that sooner.”

You laughed, grabbing a pillow and smacking his head with it as he teased you. “How do you feel though? You okay?” he asked, serious once again and you nodded.

“M’all good.” You were just proud you didn't puke- thank god. Dick was massive, especially for your first time- so you were so thankful he was gentle with you.

You’d take more next time, you were sure of it. “Practice makes perfect I guess.” you shrugged, implying there would be a next time.

He smirked. “Oh you little minx.”

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time to read some good smutty fanfiction

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im so sorry for all of you that don’t know this man

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guido sardelli es el amor de mi vida

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౨ৎ satoru hates the idea of cock-warming. he thinks it's pointless, getting the opportunity to be in you, and not even bothering to make the most of it.

his idea of making the most, well, it would consist only of fucking you so hard, you won't be able to move the next day. that's what good boyfriends do, right?

"good boyfriends do whatever their girlfriend asks them to do," you counter.

satoru whines in response, looking up at you. all pretty, you're seated in his lap, as he lays on the bed. strands of white hair fall into his eyes, and you brush them away.

he pouts, "i am a good boyfriend." satoru's getting impatient, wanting to just feel your snug cunt around him. his throbbing cock sits hard on his stomach, red-tipped and leaky.

"then, please?" drawing out the syllables, you give him the best you can: puppy eyes. he caves. instantly.

grumbling, "fine. i guess you can put her in you. willingly choose not to move, too, or whatever."

you clap your hands, emerging victorious. you're not willing to test your luck, though, not commenting on the fact that you've told him multiple times not to refer to his penis with she/her pronouns.

he groans as you sink onto him, his thick length pushing past your spongey walls. there's a filthy squelching that fills the room, paired with your quiet whimpers.

satoru's hands grip your hips, fingers digging into the flesh. "shit, pretty girl, tight 'n' wet f'me. taking me s'good." his words slur into one another, lost in the depths of arousal.

there's always a certain amount of self-control it takes, to not immediately cum the second he's all the way in. "'toru," you murmur, accidentally clenching around him.

"fuck," he mutters, "you can't do that, squeeze your little pussy like that, if you aren't gonna do anything about it."

"sorry," you say, sheepish. his eyes flutter shut, a hum dismissing the apology.

"now, what? just... stay like that?" satoru tilts his head at you, questioningly. sassy, if you may add. he just really can't believe you'd rather be doing this.

shifting above him, you lean down, resting your head on his bare chest. "yeah. isn't it nice?"

his arms wrap come up, to wrap around your waist. there's a beat of silence from him. begrudgingly, your rigid boyfriend shrugs, "maybe."

you're too content to roll your eyes. he wouldn't admit it, but satoru was filled with love, in this moment. his shoulders relax, and his entire body seems to ease, a breath of satisfaction leaving him. he feels at peace. he's always at peace, when he's with you, but this is different.

more real. more raw.

it's incredibly intimate. he feels like he's a part of you, like there's nothing keeping you separated. satoru inhales your scent, holding you just a little tighter.

"baby, i love you," he whispers, voice thick with emotion.

you smile against him, "i love you, too, 'toru."

to say the least, cock-warming is his new favorite thing. there is no sitting beside him on the couch anymore, not when you're alone. no laying next to each other on bed, either.

if he was clingy before, he's a monster now. if you're near, he wants to be inside you. not to have sex, but just to rest. it's not like you're complaining, anyways. at the end of the day, you're down bad for him, just as much as he is for you.