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<3 happy valentines day damien luvvie

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two weeks.

it's been two weeks since kento has been inside of you. He's gone months, hell even years without sex before he met you and he was fine. he didn't even wish for it like most of his bachelor counterparts did.

but now that he's had a taste of you? two weeks may as well be a death sentence. which is ironic, giving the nature of this sex ban. everything you do is inviting: maybe it's just his underworked sex drive or maybe he's reverted back to his teenage years because he sure does feel like an impatient, entitled brat whenever you walk past him.

he can smell you. not the smell of your perfume you spritz on each morning. not the product in you hair. not the moisturiser you use. but you, the scent of your self, your body, the skin he's so often inhaled as he bit down between your thighs or up the column of your neck. he can smell the memories of sex, sweaty and tangled in pheromones and all things primal.

he can hear you. not your words or laughter or the way you hum absentmindedly when you're pottering around the house. he can hear that sharp little intake of breath when you accidentally, or not-so-accidentally, brush against him. he can hear that whining tinge to your voice when you tell him you won't sleep with him, that you're punishing him, as if its moreso a punishment for you than him. he can remember the way you'd moan for him, desperate and glassy eyed and oh so perfect for him as he ruins you from the inside out.

he can't take it anymore.

"two weeks is more than enough time for me to think about my actions," he tells you over dinner one night, eyes cast downwards at his plate. "...and to come up with a suitable apology."

you place your chopsticks down at his last words and look up at your husband. "oh? let's hear it then."

over the frames of his glasses, kento's eyes meet yours. "i apologise for worrying you and risking my life for my work."

you tap your fingers against the table. "and will you continue to do it?"

"yes," he admits. "it's my job, one that i do well. if i die doing it, i hope it's in place of someone who didn't sign up for it, like you."

kento reaches over the table and takes your hand. "i can't just stop being a sorcerer. that would be too selfish of me. but i do promise that i will make more of an effort to reduce my chances of getting hurt from now on: no more unnecessary risks. okay?"

though that was all you needed to hear from him, you start to wonder if lifting the sex ban was a good idea when your pent-up husband is swiping plates from the dinner table to make room for you to lay back on it. claiming he can't wait the few extra second to carry you to the bedroom, he has you stripped and laid bare on the dining room table in no time, and he's ready for his meal.

"missed her," he mumbles as he parts your legs with a strong hand and bends down to kiss once at your clit. that's about and gentlemanly as it gets, though, because soon after he's making out with your pussy like he's a virgin. no technique, no precision, nothing but unfiltered need and its so much hotter than you'd imagine it to be.

eyes locking onto yours from between your thighs, he adds two fingers and works you open. two weeks was a long time for the both of you, so he'll need to get you used to the stretch of him again. he scissors his fingers inside of you, curls them upwards to hit your g-spot and smirks like a saint when your back arches off the table in response.

"missed you ken," you ramble on as your climax nears. "missed you so much. hated doing this. love you. loveyouloveyou god i love you."

you cum hard, harder than you've cum in a long time and kento laps it up like he's never tasted anything so good. he savours your taste on his tongue like he would an aged wine, something expensive and delicious and worth keeping bottled. though he's harder than diamond and worried he'll cum in his pants if he doesn't sink inside of you soon. so he stands and undoes his belt in record time (with those lovely hands of his) and repositions you at the end of the table with his leaky cock already pressing against your wet entrance.

he leans over you and shares a kiss with you as he pushes in. he inhales the gasp you let out at the stretch and moans into your mouth as a gift in return. he pulls out almost entirely, so it's just his head nestled in your tight pussy, and then slams in again. hard.

"god kento—" you start, about to chide him for being so rough with you when you notice his face dip into your neck and the sudden warmth filling you from the inside. kento's hips stutter and he bites at the skin of your shoulder to muffle the heavy moans that ache to free themselves from his chest.

"did you just—"

"don't," he cuts you off, cock twitching inside of you with his release. he's plugging you up, keeping you full of him and his cum. "give me a minute and i'll fuck you so stupid that you forget that just happened."

"you just—"

"don't laugh."

"im not laughing! it's just, you know like our first time..."

"shut up." kento's hips pull away and then slam back into yours as he starts a brutal pace with you.

that shuts you up good.

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Nanami is here! I also struggle drawing him but I feel like I did him alright here! 🥸

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shiu thoughts is so real!! i need him so bad! also i don’t see many people write for ijichi so it’s cool to see you do!

i just sighed he’s so perfect i’m so wistful and so is ijichi !!! ugh my men. my men my men my men <3

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GO TO SLEEP!!!

I DID!! i’m up now for school :L

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shiu kong fingers…. in my mouth….. hmmmmm

sleepy can’t sleep thinking about shiu kong need to sleep can’t sleep shiu kong infesting my brain

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sleepy can’t sleep thinking about shiu kong need to sleep can’t sleep shiu kong infesting my brain

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another thing about satoru gojo is that he's a loverboy at his core.

he loves rough sex, loves the mean shit where he's fucking you deep into the mattress like you're nothing but a toy to keep his cock warm. he loves pulling your hair and slapping his hand against your ass and telling you the meanest most degrading things while he empties his balls inside of you.

but once the scene ends, and you're laying all pretty beneath him with tears pooling in your eyes and legs shaking from your orgasms, the flip switches and he goes from mean and domineering to the softest, sweetest man in the world.

wipes you down with a cool cloth while cooing about how perfect you were for him, how much he loves being intimate with you. he'll ask you what you liked and if there was anything he did that you weren't so sold on. he presses kisses to every mark he left behind on your skin, nuzzling his face into your body in an attempt to grow as close as humanly possible to you.

and then you're cleaned up and he's got you situated in bed with some snacks and a bottle of water, he slides in beside you and lets you dote on him for a while. you tell him you know he wasn't serious when he said those mean things, and that you like the way he treated you because aftercare goes both ways and sometimes satoru worries about getting carried away.

and you hold each other, and love each other, and satoru kisses your cheek as you drift off to sleep and thanks you for being the only person he's ever felt comfortable enough to be with in this way.

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just gonna leave this here

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how much nose riding would ijichi enjoy per say

what a question to wake up to 😙

it’s not a matter of how much he would enjoy though. it’s a matter of how much you’ll give him, because ijichi would never deny your pretty pussy on his face. ever.

in fact, when he's feeling a little bolder than usual, and a little more drunk on lust than usual... he'll hold you down on his face even after you've cum. you make such a mess of him and it's an effort for him to catch his breath but he's so in love with your taste and smell and feel that he doesn't mind overstimulating you a bit for an extra few minutes of you.

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I've already written to you about role-playing games, but you probably ignored it for some reason 😢

!! i have nothing in my inbox ): send it again! im not ignoring u

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💕💘💗💓💗💖💘💕💘💖💓💖💖💘💗💗💝💘💕💝💘💝💝💗💗💖💖

higuruma watches every second of it. he can't miss it. his eyes are so fixated on the way your body trembles and finally lets go. the moment your cum spills out, his lips part, and there's a sharp intake of breath, the sight alone is enough to knock the wind out of him. he doesn't look away - not even for a second - as the warm, slick mess drips down between your thighs, smearing across your skin, pooling where his fingers had just been working you open. "fuck," he mutters under his breath, his voice with underlying softness, tinged with something meaner. "look at you."

he doesn't hesitate as he makes his next move. one hand wraps around your thigh, firm, keeping you spread open for him as his other hand trails down, fingers dipping into the mess of your release. white coats his fingertips almost immediately, sticky and warm, and he smears it deliberately over your swollen, overstimulated clit. you jerk at the sensation, but he doesn't stop; he presses down just enough to make you gasp. "you're fucking perfect like this," he cooed, dripping with lust. "messy, desperate, all for me."

and then his head dips, his lips brushing against the inside of your thigh before his tongue drags across your skin, collecting everything single drop you've gave him. he goes right for it, his mouth pressing to your center, tongue sliding through the slick mess and groaning like he's just tasted his favorite fucking thing in the world. "you taste so good," he mumbles against you, his voice all muffled and raspy.

oh he's so pussy drunk on you.

he doesn't hold back. he licks deep, groaning against you as the taste of you spreads across his tongue. "so fucking good," he sighed, the vibration of his voice sending a shiver straight through your core. his hands grip your thighs tighter, spreading you wider as he dives in again.

when he finally pulls back, his chin is shiny, his lips wet and swollen. his eyes met yours, dark and full of something that makes you feel like you could cum again and again. "so.. so pretty." and so, with that, he held up two of his fingers that were coated of your release just long enough to make you blush before licking them clean slowly. "let's get you cleaned up."

a/n: dedicated to @sugucide because shes the main reason why i wrote this!!

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saga this is for u 🌷

lottie this is for you: 🪓🪓🧨🗡️💣🔪🩸💉💉💥💥💥💥💥💥

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this man needs his ass eaten with the same enthusiasm who said that

gojo will eat you out for hours, and never complain, because it makes him feel so good to have you moaning and writhing under his tongue, and the second you cum AGAIN, he'll be fucking you into the bed !!!

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just read ‘gojo has made it out of the grave’. you literally wrote that so good it made my chest hurt.

thank you :( that makes me so happy to hear ily

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hello, now you make me want to ride ijichi’s and higuruma’s nose

join the club :3 they’re both so pretty it hurts my heart </3 more ijichi & higuruma love on this platform is needed. i’m starting a revolution

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Hihi! Is those photos actually urs?

hi! no they’re from pinterest, i wish they were mine :p