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takumasimp · 4 hours ago
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đ“Œ gojo accidentaly calling you mommy in the heat of the moment.
mommy kink. satoru doing a reverse card on you. Âč⁞ mlist
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“mommy—” gojo groans his face buried on the crook of your neck, hands holding onto the headboard, your eyes widen, your hand flying to his hair, tugging sharp enough to make him hiss.
“mommy?” you repeat, your voice mix of shock and glee, a grin spreading across your face.
he definitely said that on accident, both of you knew damn well it was, and you’re about to tease the shit out of him.
“shut up.” he growls, cutting you off with a harder thrust, the kind that makes your breath catch and your toes curl, his hands grip your hips, fingers digging into your skin, pulling you back to meet his relentless pace.
“don’t even start.” but you’re already laughing, breathy and smug, your nails raking his scalp.
“no, no, mommy? really?” you taunt, your voice dripping with mockery.
“didn’t know you were that needy, baby boy.” gojo’s eyes flash, narrowing as he lifts his head, his smirk dangerous and all trouble.
“oh, you wanna play like that?” he says, his voice low, teasing, he slams into you again, deeper, making you moan loud and sharp.
“yeah, mommy? want me to fuck you like this, mommy?” he flips your tease right back, his tone mocking and filthy, leaning into the slip like it’s his new weapon.
“fuck!” you gasp, your head tipping back as he hits that spot that makes you see stars, his hands slides to your thighs, spreading them wider, giving him better access to drive into you.
he leans down, his teeth grazing your earlobe. “c’mon, mommy, tell me how good it feels. you’re so loud earlier, what happend now?” you try to retort, but he thrusts harder, cutting you off with a cry that’s all pleasure, no words.
his hands gripped you tighter, one sliding to your clit, circling fast and rough, his thigh shifting under your leg to lift your lower body up.
“c’mon, keep talkin, i fuckin’ dare you.” you laugh, breathy and broken, but you’re losing ground, your moans louder than your words.
you opened your mouth your voice shaky. “you're so—fuckin—desperate, callin’ me mommy like that.”
“desperate?” gojo’s eyes darken, and he slams into you, hard enough to make the bed creak louder, your cry echoing. “who’s desperate now, huh?”
“want it harder, mommy? like this?” he thrusts deeper, faster, his fingers circling your clit in time, and you’re gone, your moans turning to screams, your body shaking as you cum, hard and fast, clenching around him.
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takumasimp · 2 days ago
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NSFW ALPHABET — INO TAKUMA
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mdni 18+, all Ino design head cannons below originated from @bittybeanscafe, kept as gender neutral as possible
taglist: @takumasimp @countyourfreckleslikestars @bitchkay @im-n-your-walls @somewhere-elena @paruchus @bittybeanscafe
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Takuma would take such good care of you after sex. He will softly wipe your off with a warm towel while you sip on some water. Holds you close while watching SpongeBob with a freshly rolled blunt in the other hand.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
On him, it’s his arms. He loves how your attention is immediately to his tatted arms when he flexes and stretches. Goes fucking ballistic when you sink your nails into his tattooed forearms when he fucks you.
On you, it’s your ass. Loves slapping it lightly when you’re busy with mundane tasks. Takes great pleasure in spreading your cheeks to watch his cock disappear inside of you. Does not give a fuck about size, he just loves your ass.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Lovesssss cumming inside if you’re on the pill. If not, he’s cumming on your tits.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He’s a dirty ass panty thief, returns them when they are suspiciously sticky.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
He’s got some experience, I strongly believe he had a partner of two before meeting you. He may not know everything but he does know how to please you.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Takuma lovesssss backshots, watching his hips collide with your ass and your back arch turns him on so fucking much.
A close second would be mating press. It’s not because he has a breeding kink, he just likes pinning your legs up to shoulders and watching you take him.
Third favorite overall is reverse cowgirl/ regular cowgirl. Absolutely loves watching your body bounce on him, choke him slightly and he’s going fucking feral.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
He’s very silly in the bedroom, he loves cracking a joke while being balls deep inside of you. Takuma gets butterflies in his tummy when you giggle between moans or gasps.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Takuma keeps it groomed and short. Yes, the carpet matches the drapes. He definitely has a happy trail.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
He’s really sweet and takes your pleasure very seriously. Makes you cum with his fingers and mouth at least twice first before plunging his cock inside of you.
There are days when he’s a little too tired from work to fuck you like regular, so those are your free rein days. He finally lets you give him pleasure before your own.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Before you, like 3 times a week. But now he has you, it’s 3 times every two weeks.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Oral, he has a tongue piercing so he watches you as you flail trying to escape the feeling of his piercing plunging inside of you.
spanking, especially when you refuse you put your full weight on him while sitting on his face.
hair pulling and face shoving, what?! He likes to manhandle a littleđŸ˜€
Mask kink, do I need to explain?????
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Bedroom is the number one spot, he prefers comfort over anything else.
blowjob/handjob in a public bathroom stall ONLY!
adbandoned classroom, it’s like a wet dream come true.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Literally just anything you do, you sitting can just make him pop a boner.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
You once mentioned another man’s name during sex one time as a joke and that pissed him off. He pulled out and didn’t touch you for a week.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
If you take one look at him and tell me he’s not a munch, I know you’re lying.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Varies on your mood, he will fuck you like a slut if you want him to or he will make love to you if you wanna be treated like royalty.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Doesn’t mind them too much, like previously mentioned, your pleasure always before his.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
He will take risks as long as it’s not too risky.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
He can last a good 2 maybe 3 rounds.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
He will sometimes use a dildo or vibrator to edge you, he uses a flashlight/pocket pussy on himself tho.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
This motherfucker LOVES to tease you. With toys, his fingers, and especially blowing against sensitive spots. A teasing little fucker—
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
His bedroom varies from loud whimpers to low grunts, depending on the position.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
He is actually so down to do a ghost face cosplay while fucking you, thinks it’s hot to blow your back out dressed as his favorite slasher.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
He’s a good 6.5 on soft, and 7.5-8 on hard. Takuma’s got a nice girth too. He calls his cock Takuma Jr., but you call it a weapon of mass destruction.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Takuma’s sex drive is pretty high, like I mentioned literally anything you do turns him on.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He waits until you’re asleep then he knocks the fuck out.
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takumasimp · 5 days ago
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cutie takuma
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takumasimp · 5 days ago
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FAST N' FURIOUS!
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Synopsis. When he’s furious, he’s fast. And rough.
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Higuruma x Reader, Gojo x Reader, Ino x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!reader, angry s, manhandIing, they’re FÉRAL, full neIsons, headIocks, creampĂ­es, cĂșmplay, GOJO’S POWERS, fĂ­ngering, chokĂ­ng, spĂ­tting, p talking, true form Sukuna, dp, p sIapping, breaking the bed, ratio technique, exhĂ­bitionĂ­sm (Geto), rough s, they’re big, dumbĂ­ficatĂ­on, pet names, swĂ©aring.
A/N. Heheh hope you have a lovely week <3
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♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - BACK-BREAKER.
CRACK!
It takes a second for Toji to even register the splintering noise let alone realize that he’d just shattered your bed into almost a thousand pieces. Darkened eyes narrowing- a bad gig today and now this?
“Mmm, Toji–” You’re turning your dazed head back to whimper oh-so-cutely. Lips wobbling as you take in the state of your poor bedsprings, “You broke the- oh!”
And Toji Fushiguro didn’t care.
He didn’t care if your bed was in one piece let alone sagging on one side. And before you can even flutter your teary lashes, you’re finding yourself flatly sprawled on your bedroom floor. Spine arched into a curve, legs smeared open by his strong knee.
“Be good for me, girl.” One of his rough, scarred hands creeps up on your neck to manhandle you still. He spanks his puffy n’ red tip down your core with a dampened pap! Voice fuming, “Your husband’s had a baaad day.”
Wait
husband?
Your poor mouth dangles open to ask what he meant by that- but the only thing sneaking out is a shrill whimper. “Fuh-fuck! Oh my god, why are you so big-”
Because Toji’s sheathing in a few of his hard, solid inches in a single thrust. Barely giving you time to adjust, barely letting you even breathe prior to holding onto your rapidly pulsating throat n’ dragging your body up and down in harsh jerks to meet his. 
“Fuck. Shut up.” He’s channeling out a seething hiss, every one of your sweet sounds made his large, weeping tip twitch. Achingly. “Shut up and take- it-”
It’d been nearly hours now since he’d come back from some mission gone awry n’ taken it out on your poor, sensitive cunt. Now tenderly weeping out every time he furiously pours out another batch of wadded pre. 
Toji’s barely even moving in his usually looong, teasing strikes that have you squirming endlessly. Right now he’s fucking you through the frigidly polished hardwood with rough, pummeling half-thrusts that have his own pelvis burning bright red at the slamming impact. 
And you’re so sensitive from it. 
Sobbing, “B-but it’s so much.”
“Shit- if this pretty pussy can’t take it then no one can, doll.” Toji has the audacity to tilt his head sexily and whistle. The wet underside of his shaft rawly inching deeper to stretch your hole wiiidely. “What is it- want me to beg? S’that it? You want me to beg, mama?”
Whining, his rude restraint on your windpipe grows stronger - and so does his cadence. 
With a grunt he swats his plush balls against your cunt and watches as the contact makes your eyes stupidly whirl. “N-ngh- Toji–!”
“Heh- alright then
please.” Grinning, he’s so mean in the way he’s leaning his muscular body down so that you’re dealing with the brunt of his weight. “Please. Hold those legs up f’me and ngh- let your husband blow off a lil’ steam.” Mockingly, annoyed - but not at you, never at you. “Please.” 
Leisurely, you’re only half-way registering what you’re doing once your hands instinctively dive down to perk the inner part of your thighs up. “Like this?”
“More.”
Struggling. “This?” 
He snickers, “Difficult? Need me to fuck ya into the hah– floor instead?” He already was. Letting him throw your jittery legs onto his shoulders and bending–“Not enough, my wife.”
“Wh-what?!”
“I said
” It’s such a primal mating press right then n’ there on the ground. Your thighs on his deltoids, your ass against his washboard abs. 
Toji pliably uses his inhuman strength to roughen you up all he wanted, the fleshy curves of his muscles flexing as he did. It was so mouth-watering to ogle him - all veins of his neck popping out, pecs tense, temple glittered with a thin line of sweat. Easing inside. Groaning, “-not enough.”
“O-oh mmm–” You’re steadily melting as his rugged length angles a straight whack! against the cute target of cute g-spot. Still so delicately bruised from all those rounds prior. “There! Right- ngh- there, baby–”
So deep and big inside of you now that his cocktip was stretchin’ the areas of your walls until you’re damn near seeing stars. 
Swabbing every slick orifice with his reddened, blushing crown, he’s so far gone that the way you twist your hands into his beefy forearms and claaaw your way down only makes him let off a dopey smile. “Tch- like kitten scratches, mmmm- yeah yeah, try harder, doll.”
Harder. Faster. And it was all because of that damn gig- what that damn Shiu had said

It feels so raw having him inside you, spank after spank you’re reeling from- easily making a complete mess of you. 
Hiking his naturally sculptured thighs further upwards to press a deep snog against your cervix, you’re feeling the spheroid of his mushroomy tip surface the spongy layer of your womb and you sob. 
“Harder. C’mon now- harder.” Toji bites out at you, the honed points of his canines gleaming with a layer of slobber. He was drooling at the repeatedly squelching music of your hot, dripping pussy now. “Oh, the lil’ kitty’s purring for me now
h-heh. Is she gonna cum—?”
He knew the state of your sweet, syrupy cunt more than you did. 
Because just then you’re feeling the white-hot sparks swimming near your navel, thighs shaking ‘round Toji’s gyration hips. You can only nod and nod and nod, “C-close! Not gonna last
”
“There there, mama.” He flicks the pinkish edge of his tongue over his scarred lips, just the sight of you all wet and leaking over him maddening. Flopping his tastebuds out to taste your salty tear-tracks, “Cum for me.” Before you can utter a word, his free hand spanks down on your weepy cunt and dips a thumb past your slit. Treating your quivering clit like a button- one strike on your pretty nub, one strike to your g-spot. “Cum. Harder now.”
You don’t even realize you do until Toji’s gasping. 
Until he’s grinning, until his painfully rock-hard cock bulges just a few centimeters even bigger at the sight of your mouth gaping in awe. 
Toes curled, mouth flapping, overstimulated to tears. “T-Toji–! Cum
ing
”
Your slick-sprayed thighs plaster to the side of his obliques, front glued to his ladder-like abs as he sliiides down between vicious thrusts. Leaving no room for you to collect your breath. Leaving no room for you to even start thinking again—
“We haven’t broken the floor yet, doll.” Toji rustles his heady breath over your features, feral. “And Shiu’s gonna see what happens when he tries ta flirt with my wife.”
Oh. 
♡ NANAMI KENTO - A reeeal man
You had your mouth gagged with Nanami’s silky yellow tie, your eyes curling to the back of your head. Jittery hands struggling to find purchase anywhere for dear life—“Mmpf, Ken—!”
And you were just so cute with your wet, puffy folds squeezin’ down on him that Nanami has to force himself to tear his hazy irises away from your cunt. “S’alright, my love.” Cooing, one of his fat thumbs darts up to swipe away the line of sparkly drool seeping from your lips. “Don’t wanna be mean. And I- ngh- don’t wanna be too rough, but
”
But he couldn’t help it.
Oh, ever since the moment he woke up in this very hospital bed after fighting that damned curse Mahito- Nanami Kento couldn’t help himself. 
Parched for his dear wife’s pretty pussy when he thought he’d never see you again, he’s just slightly roughened up after Shoko had mended him, as good as new. Able to fuck you as good as new in this sloppy full nelson.
Chiseled pecs heaving, groans claggy. 
“Fuck, darling, you’d be lucky if I don’t eat you alive.”
Whining, your back arches as his rugged hands come sliding underneath your knees to tug them all the way up to your tits. Tight. Rude.
His scorching hot breath hits the side of ear in gusts, “I’m- I’m gonna break you, my wife.” Uttering this just as Nanami’s feet plant firmly flat on the creaky bedsprings to shovel his cock deeper. The utter fuckin’ stress of everything that’d happened during battle only making his reddened, ravaged cock oh-so-merciless. “I’m gonna fuck you so had that m’gonna hafta apologize.”
You swear the round, curving edge of his cocktip only grows harder every time he’s remembering - getting angrier. Furiously pumping between your pussylips, it just feels so good to have your calm, sensible husband take it out on your pussy until the toned area of his pelvis is stinging red. 
“Ngh– mmm- there.” 
And Nanami didn’t know whether he should be proud or shocked at the way that geysering hole of yours only grows wetter. A sticky lather of syrup trickling down his veiny shaft- “You
you like that?”
All you can do is nod- your head falling slightly backwards to hit his strong collarbone, where he takes the opportunity to sweetly kiss the side of your cheek. 
Murmuring - more to himself this time than you. “You want it- rough.”
It all happens at once- in one blink of your dewy eyes. 
Nanami has your whiny throat caught in one of his big, beefy biceps in a headlock. His ankles looped over yours to smear them even further apart, n’ his large, bulbous cock swinging inside so deep.
And you suddenly have your teary cunt stinging with impact, your tastebuds sizzling at the stretch. “I’m r-really gonna break you, my love.” And yet, he just couldn’t stop himself. He’s rovering his hungry shaft with hard, slamming thrusts. “Really, really
”
Slap after slap.
Even though Nanami’s voice was so very gentle with you, his hips were anything but.
As if he’s slowly regaining his cursed strength and ramming every shred of it into swabbing your sloppy orifice. Letting his hip bones dig deeply into the cheeks of your ass, you’re whining. “M-more!”
“More
?”
“More.” Cheeks still stuffed with the length of his tie, you’re hastily trying to spit it out- just to have him push one of his ringed hands over and squeeze your cheeks. Pushing. Holding you still. And Nanami’s sheer cadence is so hard n’ fast that your legs fall further open like they’re completely boneless. “Want you in like mmm- this.”
Like this?
The metallic clinic bedframe creaks as he only picks up his pace, grunting. “Being all- hah-disrespected like this?” Drilling into you like he was crazed- he’s never been so sloppy, so disoriented, so messy with a pool of precum laying over your folds. He spanks his wedding band on your swollen clit and watches as you squirm. “How does it feel like this, huh?” Tugging rudely on that sensitive nub, “Lettin’ me treat that pussy like a little slut?”
It’s like he’s tightening his restraint on your windpipe and asking you into making your shrilling wails. Goading you to.
“P-please-”
“How does it feel? Goood?”
Your maw splashes a polish of drool down his veiny forearm, your head pathetically airy with bloodrush. All you can whimper are tiny ‘yesses’ and ‘please!’
Voice higher-pitched, breaking. “Don’t say things like that.” Cutting off your rapid breaths as he raises his toned spine to rut n’ rut- “Gonna hafta draw you a long-” His thick veins were throbbing at this point, patterning across every inch inside of you. The towering curves of his body frame twitch as he’s feeling the stress seep away from him. “-loooong bath after this- and the deepest- massage.”
You’re so wet that you’re squirting off a few dribbles of syrupy sap and his precum, shiny in the overhead lights. And he breathes, “And another ring- fuck!”
Oh, with his blond brows furrowed and his glassy gaze blurred at the feeling of your sweet, sweet cunt- Nanami doesn’t waste a single second before striking your sensitive g-spot with a slick thwack!
Repeatedly. Accurately, oh-so-hard with his strength that your teeth are on edge. “F-fuck! There-” Your poor hips are starting to run away from the raw impact, but Nanami can’t bear that-
“Come- come back.” Headlock still in place, you’re being hauled back down until the line of his tawny happy trail nuzzles your back. One more thrash of his weepy divot into your g-spot. Two more. Three more. Four- 
And it’s only later that your mind registers the pricking sensation of the charged air around you two. Almost as if your pussydrunk husband was leaking
electricity? No, that couldn’t be. It was more like

Oh, fuck
your eyes widen. His ratio technique. 
He was out of control- and it seems like Nanami is hit with the very same realization. Gasping sharply, “Oh, darling, you are not going to be walking out of this.”
♡ GETO SUGURU - Jury Duty
“Now
I don’t get mad, gorgeous.” Oh, but Geto Suguru was fuming - not because you’d messed up your sneaky lil’ mission to collect data from the sorcerers- no. 
The very memory makes him slide his glistening fingertips down your raw, leaking slit. Letting off the loudest ringing sluuuurp–! once he’s digging between your puffy folds to squeeze your clit. Humming, “But was it quite so necessary to be that
close?”
He was mad because of just how sweetly you were talking to that nameless assistant that’d tried his best to get your number. Oh, if only Geto could’ve taken care of him right then and there. 
“B-but-”
“Was it?” Raising his head, his darkened eyes face your little audience of the rest of his cult members, surrounding the two of you on the tatami mats. “Did you think you could pull a fast one on me?”
Heads bowed, reverent of their leader. Each n’ every one there shivers at his attention- and you don’t even get to hear their answer before he’s kissing his plush lips down the line of your back- holding you firmly still with a hand at your throat once the curve of his cock slips just between your legs. 
You’re whining, “No it wasn’t- please!” 
“Stay.” Voice deep, tone guttural. He’s clinging on with a clawed hand onto the side of your hips, no matter how much you wrestle and thrash and ache for more- you couldn’t move because of his carnal, strong hold. Not a single inch.
“He was just hck! being nice.”
“And now you can’t stop talking about him, gorgeous?” And Geto knows he’s being unfair. He knows he’s being mean. But the way you just turned so slippery n’ wet once he’s spanking the entrance to your cunt with his reddened, blushing tip makes him only grin. “Guess you’ll just get to talk out of her.”
Geto was silently seething, watching the way your spit-stuck mouth hangs faaaar ajar with every solid inch he slips inside. Sensually, slow enough that your thighs twitch and you can’t do anything but whine once he’s holding you still to rub the fat of his veins against your sweetest spots. Over and over.
“H-heh-” Something in his voice cracks. “Don’t think she even deserves this. Now, do we think she deserves my entire fucking cock, hm—?”
Oh, the low purr in his voice makes both you and the cult shiver- and your popped ears catch a few stray agreements. Geto’s answering tone low in your ear, “You’re lucky they’re being nice~”
But he wasn’t - and before you know it, your boyfriend has one thigh hiked to help take you from behind. The spheroid of his mushroomed tip flared and red-hot lodging straight into your cervix as he sinks in, pushing and pushing and pushing.
He gasps at the slight resistance of your tight hole, “Take it.” Honed fangs snarling, partially-closed eyes locked onto the way slick was gluing your pussylips all sweet n’ together. Your mouth drops as you stare over your shoulder and wonder whether he was even talking to you. 
Because his low, breathy tone made it sound like Geto was babbling like never before. 
Spitting straight down the glittery slope of your slit so that you whimper. “Can’t hear you, pretty baby. Speak up.”
“Suguru–” Your mouth huffs out, lower lip pushing into a pout. Your eyes criss-cross stupidly once he flinches at the sound of his name on your tastebuds and strikes the spongy layer of your g-spot dead-on- as if it’d just electrocuted him. Slapping down two hands on the side of your hips to haul you deeper down his bludgeoning, split-ended crown. He probes a circular bruise into you, “O-ohhh mmm- s’in so deep-”
“And who said you could speak, gorgeous?”
You’re letting off a whiny shrill, questions building up on your tastebuds. Only for Geto to beat you to it and thwack! his meaty cockhead repeatedly against the splotch of your g-spot until you can’t speak.
Tilting his head towards your spectators with a grin, “Right~? I didn’t say hah- she couldn’t speak, right?” Seemingly nodding, you could feel him lean his weight further down into the base of your spine, pinning you down. “So shut up and take- it-” Punctuating his words with stiff jackhammers that blow your mind. “Let this filthy hole be the one ngh- talking t’me- she’s muuuuch sweeter than you.”
As if he’d just planned it, his flared slit snags on the quivering entrance to your pussy and makes such a saccharine squelch! 
“Heh
when she’s not swallowing my fat fucking cock, that is.”
So vulgar. 
You’ve never seen him like this- you’ve never had him like this. 
Fucking you so deeply into the futon that you’re half-sure the pattern of the tatami below would still be on your front by tomorrow. He wasn’t just pounding away, though-  it was hard, precise mazings of his slimy shaft that drove you the most mad. Geto spanks his hips down until it gives a good pummel against your g-spot and wonders whether it might’ve bruised. 
“B-but-” Just barely managing to get out of your drivelling mouth before two of his arms loop underneath your own and hoist you halfway upwards. Held up only by his big, beefy biceps, splayed out like such a slut. 
He sags his pretty face into the crook of your neck, still driving his hips until the fuzz of his happy trail was scratching you raw. “Still talking, gorgeous?”
“But- wanna-”
“Wanna? Hmmmm
” For a second, Geto looks as if he might just as the rest of his association whether or not you deserved to. And for a second, you expect him to.
But it happens all at once- his wrist reaching out to tilt back your woozy head, his rosy lips puckering, spitting a wadded stream of saliva straight into your half-open mouth. 
He’s wrenching shut your jaw and making you swallow—“Clean that mouth out. Talking to hah- bastards.” Absolutely no shame, absolutely no disgust in the way he plants a lecherous slide of his tongue down in a French kiss. Fuck. “Mmm- now you’re mine. Say ‘thank you’, my girl.”
The sheer girth of his length already has you blubbering, mouth moving before your mind. He’s stirring up your insides n’ every ridge until you mewl, “Th-thank you.”
“Good—” The very same hand that was latched onto your jaw now moves to your cheeks, squishin’ them into an embarrassing pout as Geto makes you stare straight at the sprawling audience you two have. Heady. “Now
ask them if you deserve to cum.”
♡ CHOSO KAMO - “Fuck.”
It’s just about the only thing that your poor, twitching boyfriend can say right now.
And as he bruises a roughened hold upon each side of your bouncing hips, echoing in a pant. “F-fuck!” Baritone cracking into something high, he throws his head back into the cushy pillows and ruts just as far as his spine could curvaceously arch. 
Mahogany eyes fluttering shut, teary lashes touching his cheek.
It takes the soft, fleeting caress of your fingers gliding across his bangs for Choso to even register that he should open his eyes. And you coo out in a gentle voice, “Is everything alright, baby–?”
“Yes-” Breath hitching, he’s almost immediately back-tracking his answer when your dewy wet folds try to clench ‘round his girth. And the very feeling makes him once more sloppily thrust- “No.” You smile as Choso’s plush lower lips fall into a pout, “N-no teasing, baby.”
Oh, there was something so primal about the way that Choso’s saying it. 
Like he’s burning up with red, hot power sizzling underneath his skin. You’re pulling on his hair when he whacks your cervix once and the only thing he can keen is a low–“Harder.” Harder. “No- harder.”
It just isn’t enough, some carnal part of him thinks it might never be enough.
And the only thing that the half-curse can do is channel out a few harder hits, feeling his heart race at how that constant ramming of skin on your skin makes his v-line sting. 
“Fuck- nghh-” Your eyes scrunch shut with a few pearly tears at the sultry sensation. Never ever has your boyfriend pounded into you like this, never has he held your drooling cunt hostage while he shoveled his length from the very tip-top of his strawberry divot, bottoming out until he physically can’t anymore. “So good mmm, feels so good, Cho.”
“Yeah? Yeah?” Watching as your puffy core starts squirtin’ out a few sleek ribbons of slick, Choso crinkles his nose and all but begs. “Can- can I go harder then, baby? Please?”
Oh?
He’s never the first to ask to go harder- usually, you are. 
And that itself is enough to get you nodding stupidly, your glassy peripherals swirling in unison with his veiny shaft. Stirring in a slight curving gyration inside of your gummy walls before he pulls out and slams all the way back in. Methodical and mean.
“Fuck-” His flared mushroom tip hits the side of your g-spot and Choso drools. “M’not gonna hck! make it out of this alive. What
what is this feeling-”
Before you can even think of answering, he plants his feet firmly flat on the floor and uses the sinful leverage to slide you upwards on his hips. The feeling of your perky clit gliding down his happy trail making the man hiss—Reaching upwards, eyes dilated. “Feels like m’gonna eat you alive.”
Oh
you had an idea what it was.
Something about putting his cursed energy into overdrive during a mission today. And you’re sure that your dear, inexperienced boyfriend was simply stressed from the day.
Unsure how to take it out. Unsure how to do anything but flinch once you’re opening your sweet maw to shrill a few teasing words. “Awww– seemed like you’re under some ngh- stress, baby. Want me to take care of that for you?”
“I said no fucking- teasing-” 
Choso looks as shocked as you at those words - apologies ripe on his tongue, cherry-pink lips wobbling adorably as he tries to reel it back in- Only for the weepy hole on top of his swollen crown to pour out a generous load of wadded pre, striking right into the very back of your pussy.
Going harder. Sloppier. And he’s so big that every second has your chin glitter with bubbles of spit.
“O-oh.” And he’s sucking in a shallow breath as if he’d just had an epiphany. Dark brows knitting together, the crevice of his damp mouth opens up to let his pinkish tongue peek through. Carefully grazing his thumb down that lil’ tummy bulge he was fucking into you, “You’re gonna take me like- like a good girl.”
Fuck- you’re so wet by now that the bottom half of his abs were polished with a glittery sheen. Making it sooo much easier for him to slip n’ slide you with his manhandling arms. “A good- ngh-” 
“Yeeeeah, exactly that.” And he looks so drunk on that little sentence, a dopey smile playing along his mouth once he presses down on that bumpy, cylindrical outline. Giggling, “H-heh, my good girl. You’re gonna take me, aren’t you, my baby?”
Hands clawing onto the plush curves of his deltoids, you can only throw your head back and let yourself be moved. “Yeah- go on. Have your fun, Cho—”
“My fun. My fun.” Almost as if he couldn’t believe it. The buzz of his powers going into overdrive makes his long, sensitive shaft even more sensitive, rovering down your ridged walls so fast that his delicate veins start throbbing. “That means
I can bend you like this-”
His right hand, so loving n’ soft on your hips- starts arching you back, back, back back- until every ramming kiss of his glazed tip stirs your insides fully.
Until he’s staring at that tummy bulge and watching with such heart eyes, “And- and I can fuck you like this-” Not only were his hips rutting up animalistically, his strong, beefy arms were flexing upon your sides and making you bounce. Milking him. Slouching his toned upper body over to bite on the crook of your neck, “And I can bite-”
With his honed canines nibbling down on your heated skin, Choso’s mouth departs with cracked whimpers every time his tender slit was rubbin’ up on the side of your cervix. 
“Please- ngh- please please please-” You’re throwing your head back as his ruby-red tip starts to twitch. Ferally. Every time he slides his velvety length through your walls, he’s striking hard enough that both of you see stars. 
And Choso grins–“Can be all r-rough- and this pussy’s still mine.”
So it only made sense that he was going to cream himself inside like it. Like you owned him, he’s circling your hips in a wide semi-circle that makes his veins snag all over the insides of your cunt. Lecherous. Loud. 
Choso just can’t stop whining with every splat! of salty white cum that sprays out into your pussy, “Gonna do this again.” Not even slowing. Not even faltering. His pulsating cock is just so big that you can’t even spill all over, just sheathing him in a layer of syrupy white. “Gotta- have to.”
Mewling, “Yes— please- make me cum, baby.”
“Hmm—” And fuck- you’d nearly forgotten just how strong he was. Because in a matter of mere sultry moments, you’re being bent forwards with a powerful hand at your throat. “Only if you spit in my mouth.”
♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - TRUE true form!
Ryomen Sukuna was big - so big that every smash of his dual, blushing tips made you throw your head back and see stars. 
And his arms weren’t letting you off easy, either. All four of his bulbous, beefy biceps flexed once he kept his hold on either side of your body- damn near holding you off of the bed in midair as he fucked you like he hated you. 
“P-please, how are you so hck! big, Kuna?” You’re whining, your chin splashing with a syrupy bout of saliva. And every tiny twitch of your boneless hips left his bludgeoning shafts travelling straight to the bottom of your pussy. 
“P-P-please-” He’s mocking, gruff voice clinging onto the back of your neck like adhesive. You’re just on all fours and shaking like a leaf- “S’that any way to talk to your hah- king, little human?”
“Nooo- but
” 
“Shut up and take it then- heh.” Legs boneless, every ricket! of the mattress leaves you wincing at the recoil of his hips. Ramming into yours so hard that you’re sure you have bruises now- his thighs on your own, his abs on your spine, his twin cockheads on the entrance to your womb.
And you have nothing more to say, every other end of your sentence smashed up every time he’d wetly plastering your cervix with a layer of pre. It was so hot n’ hard having him filling up your every tender orifice. “It’s so rough.”
And what else did you even expect?
Cutely asking him not to destroy a few souls- tch, of course he was pent up. Of course, he was seething and taking out every shred of it by clawing down the base of your spine and pushing n’ pushing. 
Bottomed out but still half-rutting like it would kill him if you didn’t take any more. 
Each lil’ clench of your bubblegum pussy making his black, clawing nails only surge, his muscles ripple even bigger, fangs growing-
“Haaa? What? You want me ta be gentle?” Sukuna purrs, low. And you’re whimpering once you feel the slimy tip of what felt like his second tongue sliiiide down your stuffed slit. “Your king will show you ‘gentle’, brat.”
Mewling, each spank of the velvety underside of his cursed tongue leaves you jolting. Purposefully dragging over his textured tastebuds just so that he could taste every syrupy ounce of you. 
And not even clinging onto the aged headboard of the bed and squirming could get him to let up. 
Could get him to move even a single inch when he’s alternating between rude bangs of his matching plump crowns into your cervix, and then a glutinous flick of his tongue. Again and again, he was letting it alllll out on you until you’re all bruised and battered on the gooey ends of your pussy.
Sukuna’s only holding you to his broad pecs with two of his hands, the other two drifting down to smear your sheeny thighs open. So, so wide but his toned hips were so bulky that stretchin’ round him made your hamstrings ache.
“You won’t let me fuuuck- consume humans and now you won’t let me consume this?” Both mouths drooling, he greedily gazes at the way each single whack! of his breeder balls leaves your cunt hole trembling n’ geysering. He spits, molten hot irritation. “Spoiled brat
I’m starved.”
“Can’t- hck! can’t help it- it’s so much-”
Spank after spank, he slots his second mouth in a steamy French kiss just where your cunt was quivering with delight. Every geysering slosh of sap streaming down to his greedy throat- “Yeah? Sayin’ that when yer making such a ngh- mess?”
And you were just slobbering everywhere, painting a translucent little puddle underneath you that he’s eagerly lapping up. Probin’ oh-so-stupidly deep that you can only babble, “Y-yes?”
“Tch.”
Oh. Oh. 
That sinful little answer of yours makes the King’s tattooed body erupt in goosebumps. And you swear you’re feeling the weight of him press you into the bedsprings even deeper. So feverish, so hot that you blearily snap your head around and drink in the sight of Ryomen Sukuna with horns.
Red, jagged and long. 
His true form.
And it was so unfairly sexy, glinting canines snapping at the tendons of your throat. “And ya think you deserve to be messy, hm?” Grinning in such a gone way, he tilts his head as he presses down on the edge of your spine with one knee. Drilling into you like he’s crazed. Out of control. “Think you deserve more?”
“Mmm- can feel you both inside- ngh, both-”
Something in his glowing, crimson eyes was dark- primal. And it was boring at you dead-on once Sukuna splays an open palm of his in front of your face and croons—“Prove it t’me. Spit.”
Your glossy, puckered lips curve into a pout, starin’ at that opened palm of his straight ahead underneath you. Saliva already dribbling down each side of your twitching lips, like he was spearheading you from the other side and pushing it out. You spit-
Only for Sukuna’s second mouth to manifest right at that very split-second on his palm, so that you’re spitting in there instead. “Filthy thing.” And as that great glittery glob disappears between his cursed lips, you don’t know whether he’s talking to you or his mouth. “Want more then, huh?”
And, truthfully, he doesn’t even know if you can handle it.
Doesn’t know if your stretched-out cunt can take any more with his mushy tongue trying to pry apart your core even further. But he wasn’t feeling any ounce of mercy.
Trying to fill you up so much that you’ll be able to feel it even weeks from now, Sukuna’s lengthy nails leave marks all over your waist as he hoists you up even more. Hissing at the way your fingers reach up to graze just the base of his draconic horns.
And the King blushes, he gasps. 
“You- you vicious fuckin’ woman.”
You’d just made Ryomen Sukuna stutter. 
The roughened thrust that comes next so hard that your eyes are swirling cartoonishly, arms aching where you yearn to touch that part of his true true form. 
Holding on while he pounds you like he’s pressing you in to the royal silk sheets, the flatness of his tongue smacks down on the crevice of your pussy. Slipping inside- a third intrusion—“Now you’re really in for it, lil’ human.”
♡ INO TAKUMA - Got milk(ed)?
“This is what you make me, pretty.” And Ino’s tugging whatever’s left of his damn ski mask, he’s bending your legs firmly into a mating press with natural toned strength you didn’t even know he had. “And this is how you’re going to get hah! fucked.” 
And just one swipe of his cute, pre-glazed tip would be enough for your boyfriend to be salivating at the mouth. Lips twitching with eagerness as he sinks his heavy shaft inside.
But right now?
Oh, right now he wasn’t even sensually slowing down to listen to your pretty trilling moans. He’s not going easy on you, he’s doing nothing but sheathing his prolonged length whole in a way that makes your woozy eyes tear up.
Lips speckling with drivelling spit as you whine, “Shit-” The doughy heels of your feet find purchase on his slender shoulders, unsure whether you wanted to push or have him stretch you out more more more- “Shit- you’re so big.”
“Gonna cry about it?” He smirks- meanly. And where the hell was your sweet, innocent boyfriend? 
The Ino right now was just spanking down a few of his thoroughly ringed digits on your soppy slit, leaving you n’ your quivering cunt seeing stars at the sensation. Stirrin’ around the rotund, bawling edge of his pink crown until he manages to bully all the way into the back of your pussy. 
Just barely managing to open your mouth, “O-oh my god- Taku, it feels so- oh!”
“Whaaat–?” And shit- the way his straight nosebridge was crinkling was sexy, looking at you through hazily half-lidded eyes that told you he wanted to devour you whole. “Look at her- just look.”
Ino lets his knobbly fingertips glissade down your folds and latches onto the button of your clit just enough to pull-pull-puuull. Low, gentle voice tinged with something so raspy as he groans, “M’being so meeean to her, making her cry n’ she’ll still mmm- sucking me in, sweetness.”
Truly, you were just so wet that your oversaturated walls were gulping down his every solid inch like you were starved. Filling up every orifice and cranny with his hot, heavy length- “B-because it’s just so good.”
“Is it—?” Ino sighs out, airy and flushed. For merely a split-second before he’s snapping out of it and promptly kneeing apart the insides of your thighs. 
Bed creaking in protest when he reels his lean hips back to bring them down with a ringing smack! It’s so loud that it makes Ino’s pelvis sting, his chestnut lashes wring with tears, and he has to gnaw down on his lush lower lip to bite back a few broken whimpers. “Fuck- fuck, don’t you dare make me all pathetic, pretty.”
Mewling, one of his slender hands comes to push your cheeks together in a pathetic lil’ pout. The edges of his frigid rings lacquering with your spit- and the other keeps slithering right between your legs. 
Not only was he toying with your clit now - he was circlin’ your cute, rubbery hole. Long middle finger scratching your outer entrance with his bands of metal before shoving its way inside-
“S-still taking me.” And for a lecherous moment there it almost sounds as if he’s just lost himself, it almost sounds like he’s breaking. Before shaking the tawny bangs out of his eyes and snarling down a feral grin. “Pretty hole’s takin’ all of me- wonder if you can take ngh- more, sweetness.”
“Sh-shiiiit–!” Your hands claw red, red lines all down Ino’s sculptured back when you feel the probing push of yet another one of his fingers.
Already stuffed to the brim with his sleek, pummeling cock - and now here he was thrusting in a sloppy cadence of whack-whacking your cervix with his bulbously swabbing tip and tormenting your g-spot with the glides of his digits. 
They’re agonizing when they’re stimulating you at the same time, and the only thing you can do is throw your head back and listen to the noisy squelches and slurps. Moaning, you claw at his dextrous wrist as he spanks a third fingerpad on your slope. “Another- oh, fuck!”
Pushing and pushing
Ino groans huskily at the snug resistance when all three of his fingers can’t poke around- brows scrunching, tongue sticking out.
He looked drunk and gone by the time he’s hissing out a sharp breath and flipping the two of you over. And oh- oh, this position was ideal.
Because not only did it give him the heavenly view of your thighs spread all open n’ straddling his hips to ride him- but it also let him dip his creamy fingers down and rub them all over your geysering cunt. Bullying them the entire way inside up to his mountainous knuckles because enough is never enough.
“Fuck- oh.” Ino tumbles his head back once he’s hearing the sappy plop! of your dripping pussy gobbling up his second finger. Entire body twitching at the feeling of his chilly ring digging in- “Pretty, pretty- I can’t do this anymore I hck! need it—”
Your lips quirk up into a smug smile, hips hitting down with a slam of clammy skin sticking onto skin. And he can only half-rut, savage and angrily pumping his cock. “Aww, already, Taku?”
“Yes. Yes.” He’s begging by now. Pleading. This little roleplay you’d begun, now starting to completely switch when he had you on top like this ready to milk his swollen, reddened cock dry. 
Such a pretty coral pink at his tip, and it matches the innocent blush on Ino’s hollow cheeks once he’s guiding one of your hands up to choke him. Gurgling out, “I want you to be angry at me now, sweetness.”
♡ GOJO SATORU - Mercy.
“Th-this is where you’re weak, right?”
And the strongest’s voice cracks. 
Gojo utters out a rough breath as he catches his thumb on that designer blindfold of his dangling ‘round your neck and plasters you against his tensely glissading abs. The tip of his cock driving between your wet, aching folds, he’s jerking you up just enough to push his reddish crown into your g-spot with a splat!
“O-oh please mmmm–” Your mouth parts with a ribbon of sleek spit, tumbling out in a heap into the pillow lodged underneath your face. “There- right there, Satoru!”
“There- there.” You’re hearing him raspily utter from behind, each pant higher and more broken than the last. With your back arched oh-so-deliciously, he’s hiking up one of his meaty thighs to pin to the side of your hips and pump even deeper- “There?”
Oh, he knew it was there.
He’s rubbin’ his swollen, veiny shaft all over your sweetest areas like a massage. He was mean. And you’re crying out the cutest lil’ whines that only make him bite back a sleazy grin. “Such a good, tight pussy takin’ me- h-heh, so good taking me, sweetheart. So good
”
“S-so rough.” Your hazy peripherals whirl in circles ‘round the whites of your eyes, brows scrunching with every thwack! of his honed, chiseled v-line striking the cheeks of your ass. “It’s so much- ngh.”
And the only response that Gojo’s overheated body can think of is to twist his large fingers into the jostling fabric at your neck to pull you further backwards. Your breath stutters damply, chest heaving. 
He didn’t care. He was going hard. Hissing swiftly in your ear, “If you think this is too much maybe I should knock you up then, my wife.” Something in the cloyingly sticky air crackles - power, raw need - as he snickers to himself. “Should I—? Should I knock you up like they say?”
They: those damn elders.
He wasn’t just irritated after that ambushed meeting on damn Gojo heirs - he was furious. 
The very reason that Gojo hadn’t made two steps past the door to your shared penthouse before he’s practically dragging you to the bedroom. Shoving his heavy, aching cock inside until you were full, full, full-
“M-maybe you should.” You’re blubbering out through the primal mewls ripping through your throat, just another one of his jackhammers rendering you stupid. Almost instant the way he slimily grazes his bulbous tip down to whack the entrance of your cunt.
And Gojo seethes— cheeks angrily ruddied, spit flying in glittery flecks. “I should?” 
“Yes mmm- please.”
“I
should?”
It’s not a question - it’s a realization.
The clammy pads of his fingers shake unstably, his touch zaps you with cursed energy, movements sensually languid- almost like Gojo doesn’t even register what his hefty body is doing right now. Almost like he doesn’t even acknowledge that he’s toeing his left foot upwards to plant it down on the crown of your scalp until he’s looking down at his pretty, pathetically drooling wife and gasping.
“Oh. Oh.” The red n’ full cock speared inside of you twitches, so big that he swabs all your each sultry, shrouded nook and cranny . “You don’t know how haaah- badly it pissed me off, my girl. Wanted to purple hollow all those fuckers.” 
Your hands fist the silk of the pillowcase now sticking to you like adhesive, hips squirming restlessly- he was so fast that the back of your ass was raw with the texture of his pale happy trail. “Wh-what did?”
“Hearin’ them talk about an heir. Hearin’ them talk about you ngh- pregnant.” He snarls, heel pressing down with slight force that makes all the blood rush from your melty mind straight down to your dripping pussy. He’s fucking you like he hates you. “When really I’m your husband-”
As he speaks, the slick curve of his cockhead snags on your bundle of nerves. Your husband’s Six Eyes working overtime when he’s watching - mouth ajar, gaze half-lidded - as his lengthy shaft impales your gummy walls and drives riiiight into your womb. Precisely.
Gojo blushes at the x-ray vision, “-and I get to make my wife pregnant when she wants.”
They wanted a Gojo heir, they’re going to get one.
With your thighs shaking, breaths heaving- before you know it, he’s timing a direct three hits from your cute lil’ g-spot n’ barreling straight into your womb. And it makes you cum. 
Long, vein-covered length barely even pulling out - Gojo feels your walls clench around his thick girth and he’s only half-rutting.
“That’s it- that’s it that’s it that’s it-” You can hear the pure crazed smile in his husked tone, the edges of his rosy lips twisting with every adorably pulsing ba-thump! of your cunt. Faster. Harder. He was wincing with each recoil of his sloppy strokes, unable to even bear being separated from the syrupy depths of your pussy. “Take it- take it like good girl-”
“I-it’s shoooo—” Left so helpless by the merciless way he was pounding you through your high, your mouth was slurring out bubbles of spittle after each second strike. “-so much- hck! So much.”
“More. Yeah, you’re gonna take more, my girl.” He can’t help but memorize the shocked lines of your face and giggle. Octaves higher. Movements filthier. Running a hand down to toy with your clit, “You’re gonna be filled up to the briiim.”
And usually Gojo would’ve rubbed the soft, velvety tips of his fingers on your sensitive nub in hearts. Maybe even his name, teasingly. Usually. 
But he didn’t have the patience for that right now.
Right now, he was twisting his touch onto where you were most swollen and pinching your clit. Hard. Power sparking like some lewd bullet vibrator. 
All that it takes for him to throw his head back and finish off in such a raw, primal way all up inside of your cunt. And you’re not even sure if Gojo registers it - whether he even feels himself cum, because he’s still drilling away like he’s addicted. 
Bed dipping at the force of his blows, sheets staining pure white with the slippery sheen of seed that glues down your thighs. Toes curling, it’s only when you’re sniffling back a tear of overstimulation that Gojo snaps his head down to catch the pearly ribbon of cum escaping your geysering folds—“Need to get you pregnant. Need to- more.”
“What?”
You’re so wet that it feels like a damn waterfall down there, and your husband only glides his knobbly thumb down to plug every sappy, ivory ounce back into your hole. “More, my girl.” 
The air bristles with charged atoms as he swerves his slender hips just right to push the knotted cobwebs of cum accurately against your womb. Every part of him charged, every part of him still powerful and fuming. 
Whining, your knees buckle as if you were unsure whether you wanted to run or hit your hips back. Again and again.
And Gojo’s voice still shakes as he clings a hand onto the side of your birthing hips to manhandle you further down to him. Unable to escape. “You didn’t think you’re h-heh- getting off easy
mama?”
♡ HIGURUMA HIROMI - Mrs. CEO
“I have never seen a CEO this clumsy-” Higuruma’s deep, drawling voice speaks over the haze of your nth high of the night. Thin lips twitching as he takes in the sight of you sprawled on top of your own office desk, shuffling over so many important documents. “-ma’am.”
But oh, he couldn’t go easy on you just yet. Not when you had so much work to do.
And it’s why he’s shuffling his polished shoes further in a step backwards, tongue flicking out to lick his lips as he smeeears the layer of his cum sticking to your cunt like glue. 
Grumbling, “Forgetting the most important hah- meeting of the day. I should report you.” Formal office pants still on, the dangling metal piece of his belt kisses the right cheek of your ass and makes you hiss. Rubbing your gummy walls raw on the slick, winding patterns of his veins. 
And it’s just so wet with all your sappy syrupy and his, travelling down to where you’re rubbing your thighs together. “Are you complaining, hm?” 
Spank! Spank! Spank! 
Three exact swats of his rude hands slamming down on the teary crevice of your slit, Higuruma makes sure to angle his strikes just right so that he can feel the way your clit just quivers. “Watch that pretty mouth, angel.”
And he’s moving so agonizingly, just torturing you with the curve of his mushroomy tip bulldozing straight near your g-spot. 
Never quite hitting it, never quite missing. 
Right up until you throw your head back with a wail and keen–“Please.” Swervin’ your hips back in lecherous figure eights that damn near gets the man above you hypnotized. “M’sorry, Hiromi.”
Spank! 
A hand on your throat- “No, you’re not.” One more to pinch n’ tug on your oversensitive clit until you feel all raw, you’re seeing stars every time he rolls his hips to play with your dripping pussy just right. 
“You n’ this filthy hole need me to ngh- finally fuck some sense into you, riiight–? Finally stop that pretty lil’ head from being filled with just cock?”
You don’t know if you’re nodding, you don’t know if you’re sobbing- but before you can register it, Higuruma’s hiking his capped knee up onto the desk so hard that it rattles. Nearly stepping on the base of your spine just to arch you perfectly.
Whining, “O-ohhh mm- jus’ that deep.” The new angle makes him stretch you open so wide that every splash of buttery white cum slips out of your entrance like a waterfall. Your pussy struggling to suck in his sheer size into your hot insides, “Fuck me- oh, yes, fuck me.”
“S’what I’m doing, silly angel.” The vice-like restraint on your throat is mean, and Higuruma’s tone is even meaner. Cooing- but he’s dragging you by the neck upwards to look directly into his eyes as he sliiiides his lengthy, scorching cock inside and out. “Or are you already that ngh- stupid on my cock, hm?”
So deep, so fat that he can’t even help if the vein-covered sides of his shaft brush up against your sweetest spots by mistake. 
Hips papping back into his, “More.” Cloying layers of seed saturate your innards so much, and you’re so sensitive that every honed thrust makes your knees weaken. “S’more, Hiro, c’mon.”
And the worst part was that your personal assistant’s pinning you with his weight and holding you there to watch you struggling and squirm. Slimy, erect cockhead driving right into the target of your lil’ nerves like he’s addicted to that very spot, “You’ll take what you’re given.” He tilts his head with a smile, “Why don’tcha get some work done, sugar?”
Oh.
You could barely even pick up the pen let alone sign off on important contracts like you were supposed to be doing right now.  
And yet, every time your poor, boneless wrist showed signs of faltering, Higuruma would grit his teeth and painfully slow down his cadence. Each time he lazily rubs just the large, rotund curve of his cocktip on your g-spot, watching as you jerk your hips back for more-
Spank! Spank! 
Massaging two direct swats on the flooded slope of your pussy, “Fuck! This tight little hole really can’t stay that hck! long without me?” Loosening his tie still on him, “She’s even worse than you, angel.”
And he’s milking himself on you- punishing your cunt with the most lecherous drags of his sloppy shaft. Each time you feel him enter past the door to your womb, you can only throw your head back and bite down on the velvety fabric of his damn office tie. 
“H-hck! Please- gonna—” Muffled, your handwriting’s gone astray on whatever document it is by now. “So close-”
Tapping his chin as he pretends to think, “Hm, I’ll let you cum-” And before a gorgeous smile could even start to light up your face, before you can even breathe, Higuruma’s crowning your sweaty scalp with one hand and pushing you to further lay on the mahogany desk. Drooling in such a heaping puddle right then n’ there, “If you can use those fuck! awful manners n’ say ‘please’...”
“Please.”
“Louder.”
“Please-”
Purring, “Can’t hear you, ma’am—”
And you were so far gone that your irises are turning clockwise in circles inside of your eyes, mouth overspilling with a glittered polish of drool and whimpers. 
You thrash your hips up higher on the table, “Please-” Batting your lashes just how you knew he was weak for. “Pretty please, baby.”
Oh- that did it.
That did it.
Because with a final one-two-three more vulgar strokes pumped into your puffy, sopping wet pussy, it isn’t just you hitting your high - it’s Higuruma, too. 
Your stern, sensible personal assistant who slams the chiseled upper half of his body the minute he feels your melty walls clenching and heaves. Meaty quads shaking with every wiry ribbon of cum he departs, letting the goopy mess fill up your cunt to the maximum.
Gasping- “Fuck, look what you did. L-look.”
And for a second you’re so disoriented by your own white-hot flashes of bliss that you barely even hear what he’s saying. In your own little reverie until you’re hit with a spraying splat! of something near your shoulder. 
Blinking, you’re turning behind you and noticing that Higuruma Hiromi was crying tears of overstimulation. 
Crying. 
“S’all your fault, angel.” Your thighs quake with each bout of your high, and just that tiny squeezing motion was enough for him to bead out another thin trail of tears. Milking himself. Your pussy’s holding him hostage until he’s nearly dry, only wrenchin’ out a few pearly knots of seed. Emptied out. 
So lazy and feverishly drunk that he reaches over to softly kiss the matching wedding ring on your hand, “Next time you’re not missing another meeting with me, my wife.”
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A/N. OO I NEEDA WRITE HIGURUMA’S ONE LONGER
Plagiarism not authorized.
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“you know,” yaga started slowly, side-eyeing the sea of alumini surrounding him. covered in wounds and scratches alike. yet all eyes fix to the scene only a few metres away.
the strongest sorcerer of the modern age, bent and observing every inch of your being. you, his wife. his large hands cupping your face once he's assured no fatal harm has come onto you.
some eyes soften as you're dragged into satoru's strong arms. some hitch their breaths at the look of softness in bright blue eyes that boasted utmost feralness but a moment ago. when your life was on the line. when the sea of opponents thought it a grand idea to target you — the honoured one's beloved.
“if anything happens to that woman," yaga continued, blank, despite the small throat clear.
“we're all done for.”
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takumasimp · 7 days ago
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thinking about takumas voice when he is serious hours 🚬
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takumasimp · 14 days ago
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satoru is already hard when you reach for him, he’s been thinking about how you'll do him all day now and finally. he's sprawled out like a star on his bed, shirt halfway off, smirking excitedly. “you gonna play with it or just admire it, pretty baby?” he teases, breath hitching when your hand finally wraps around him.
you start slow on purpose, just watching the way his cock twitches every time you slide your thumb over the head. “fuuuck,” he groans, dropping his head back against the pillows. “you’re suuuuch a tease, i swear.”
his hips start to buck up into your fist, sloppy and needy. your hand’s slick and wetter now—he’s leaking like crazy, and every stroke makes a squelching sound that only makes him whine more. “shitshitshit, right there—don’t stop, don’t—fuck, i’m—!!”
he cums hard, thick and messy, all over your hand and his stomach. his abs flex, and he lets out a raw, fucked out moan, cheeks flushed and hair sticking to his forehead. “you’re evil,” he mumbles, laughing a little, voice wrecked. “marry me-”
“'toru!”
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takumasimp · 15 days ago
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Dear Ino Takuma, pls come to life
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takumasimp · 19 days ago
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awwww i love ya thank you so much, this was scrumptious delicious perfect toecurling wonderful oh my god i need him đŸ˜©đŸ§Ą
thank you my cunty damien <3
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a/n; to the happy birthday girl that WE all love. happy birthday @takumasimp 💗
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you wake up to the smell of cinnamon. that much is clear.
it’s your day! and your sweetheart is already gone, but the kitchen smells warm, sweet, and inviting. you shuffle out of bed, eyes half lidded and hair a mess, and there’s a little folded note sitting on the counter beside your coffee.
don’t lift the lid on your present until i say so. no peeking! i love you!!! ïŒŸâ—ĄïŒŸ
your lips curl into a slow smile. you already know he’s planning something stupid and sweet. he’s always like this. big gestures, big feelings with no shame.
you sip your coffee and he walks in, all golden arms and sleepy eyes and boxers hanging low on his hips like he knows you’re going to look. like he wants you to. he's holding something behind his back.
“happy birthday, baby,” ino says, voice warm from his genuine excitement. “you look hot.”
“i just woke up.”
“exactly. perfect.” he leans in and kisses you softly with his sweet lips, thumb brushing over your cheek. “get ready, i wanna give you your present.”
he sets the mystery box in your lap. it’s wrapped in glossy paper with a silky dark red bow, too fancy for whatever dorky thing is probably inside. you open it and there’s a smaller box.. and then another.. and another.. he laughs as you groan, unraveling layer after layer, until finally, at the bottom—!
he’s kneeling on the carpet, arms open, 'ta da', and absolutely nothing else in the box.
“where’s my gift?” you laugh, cheeks feeling warm.
“me,” ino says. “duh.”
you should’ve expected it. because he’s already shirtless now. and smug. and kneeling between your legs, pushing your thighs apart like he knows he belongs there. he kisses your knee. then your inner thigh. then higher. and higher.
“oh. well come here,” you murmur, tugging at his hair. “i wanna unwrap you.”
ino grins, boyish and giddy, and lets you push him onto the floor. lets you climb over him, straddling his hips, pulling his boxers down slow. he’s already half hard, twitching in your hand when you brush your fingers along the base.
“i really hope you like your present,” he mumbles, breath catching.
you smile down at him, warm and glowing.
“i do,” you say, kissing down his chest, “but i think i’m gonna love it.”
and then you take ino's cock in your mouth.
inch by inch, slow and filthy, warm tongue dragging up the underside as he groans and fists the blanket under him. he’s so sensitive in the morning—in general, he's always been so soft and twitchy. just so desperate. you bob your head, easing down until you feel him hit the back of your throat, and when you swallow, his hips buck up.
“fuck—! baby—” he moans, trying so hard to stay still. “you’re gonna—oh my god.”
you pull back just enough to breathe, saliva glistening on your lips as you stroke him with one hand and suck the tip. he’s panting. sweating - already shaking
“feels good?” you ask, teasing, sweet.
ino nods frantically, eyes blown wide. “you’re so—shit—i can't f-finish that.. that fast- oh!”
you flatten your tongue again, taking him deeper, throat flexing around him as he whimpers louder. he tastes like sugar and pre cum- and well, you. your eyes flutter shut as you let him hit the back of your throat, again and again, nose buried against his stomach, spit dripping down your chin.
and when ino soon cums, it’s with a sharp gasp and your name on his lips. you swallow everything. lick him clean. kiss the inside of his thigh to feel him more. he looks wrecked. and happy.
you crawl back up to kiss his face, soft and slow, and he cups your cheek with a shaky hand.
“you’re fucking perfect,” ino whispers. “you really are.”
you giggle against his lips. “you always get so sappy after head. stop.”=which means not to stop and keep going!
“yeah, well.” he sits up, reaching behind the couch because that bastard hid something there!
“you’re not done?” you ask, blinking. “i thought that was the gift..”
“what- no- did you seriously think head was the whole thing- babe! i'm hurt." he then holds out a tiny box with trembling hands. a little smaller than the one you opened earlier. it was a beautiful velvet.
your breath catches.
“wait—”
ino flips the lid open with his thumb with no no hesitation.
the ring is stunning. platinum band, slim and smooth, with a center stone that catches every ounce of light in the room. it's clear, brilliant, but not so flashy. the diamond’s set low, hugged tight by sharp, modern prongs, and on either side, two tiny sapphires sit tucked in—deep blue, nearly black. it’s elegant without being so fussy. it's definitely the kind of thing you’d never wanna stop looking at. the kind of thing he really paid attention to when picking out. it’s perfect. it’s so.. you.
“will you marry me?”
your heart almost jumps out of your chest. your eyes go wide, and suddenly they’re burning with tears you’re not trying to stop.
did he really just say that??? did he really?
without thinking, you throw your arms around him, burying your face in his chest. “yes!” you whisper, voice shaky. “yes. yes, i will.”
ino kisses the top of your head, fingers threading through your pretty hair, the ring box still lying on the floor between you. and you just can’t believe this is happening.
later, you’ll put it on. later, he’ll fuck you sensual and deep, murmuring my wife over and over into your neck.
so impatient already.
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takumasimp · 20 days ago
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Aazix!!!! thank you so much you cutie <3 loved it so much! You blessed me with your wrinkly brain đŸ˜©đŸ§Ą
also you are 5“ 1? I‘m 5“ 8
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Hello!!!!! Aazix here to congratulate my wonderful and gorgeous miss alpha @takumasimp on making it to 26 years! Happy 26th birthday miss alpha. You are beautiful and so fucking amazing. I hope you have a wonderful birthday, I love you Lena❀
RULER OF MY HEART! - T.I.
warnings: it’s a surprise >:), short and sweet like me! :D (I’m 5’1 1/2â˜č), yes the title is an alien stage reference🙄
banners were made by me😝
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Takuma leads you to your shared bedroom. You wobble slightly, tired from today’s events.
Today was your birthday, so Takuma took you out today. First, he took you shopping. He let you spend his card on whatever you wanted.
You both spent the majority of the day at the arcade. Then Takuma treated you to a fancy dinner and let you order as much as you wanted.
Now, you’re lying down on your comfy shared queen-sized mattress as Takuma takes off your heels. He’s kissing down the slope of your leg from your knee to the start of your ankle.
He throws your heels by the closet door and kneads the soreness out of your feet.
“Did you have fun today, baby?” Takuma whispered softly, rubbing small circles on your hip. His lips trailed against your neck, ghosting your soft skin.
“I had a great day. Thank you for a great birthday.” 
He chuckles against your throat. “I’m glad I could give my beautiful baby the perfect day.”
You slowly sit up, turning him over to lie on his back. Straddling him now, you trace his hairline. 
“Takuma, can I have one more gift?”
“Anything you want.”
“For my last gift, I want you.”
Chest against chest, hands on waist, and his dick inside of you. Pumping slowly, stretching and filling you to the brim. His cock head pressing nicely against your cervix.
“Oooo, Kuma—!” You whine so softly for him. He’s making deep purple marks on your neck as he presses against your lower tummy with his left hand. Takuma can feel his tip if he just presses a little more. 
“My pretty birthday baby.” He whispers in your ear.
You whimper, feeling Takuma’s hips pick up slightly. He spreads you open, committing all of you to memory even under the soft, moonlight.
“So fucking beautiful, so fucking lucky that you’re mine.” Again, his hips pick up speed, bending forward, taking a bouncing nipple into his mouth and flicking his tongue over it.
You cried out as he rubbed your clit from its hood. “Cum when you’re ready, my baby.” 
He’s switching to belly-deep strokes, bending over you with his forearms on either side of your head. Your nails dig into his back and shoulders, when you cum on him. It was thigh-trembling, back-arching, and oh sooo delicious.
He pulls out, stroking himself until he completes on your lower tummy.
You reach up and drag his face down, planting a wobbly kiss on his lips. 
“Best birthday gift ever.”
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takumasimp · 23 days ago
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high sex with takuma > everything else
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takumasimp · 23 days ago
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missing you hours
you know that feeling when you are like someone thought of me? what? you think about me just casually? like why?? and then I think oh my godddd they thought of me <3 thats what i just had
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takumasimp · 23 days ago
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god in bed ! (cream pie, marathon sex, overstimulation, mirror sex)
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the strongest sorcerer alive has always been oblivious to his own strength— when he’s playing with the zen’in kids, when he wrestled his friends, and when he’s pounding you into the mattress.
“toru—!” mumbled whines escape your throat as your face is pushed harder into the soft cushion below, sounds of slapping skin resonating through out the decorated room as gojo all but slams himself into your g-spot over and over again, eager to reach your womb.
“what do you need, doll?” he teases in a slightly mocking tone, nose tickling your nape as he lays his body on top of your back, weighing you down. “baby, baby, don’t run away from me!” he laughs with his chest as his continues pushing your already arched back into the sheets so you’re in his favourite position— the prone bone.
his cock prods at your cervix repeatedly until overstimulation teeters on the edge of your orgasm. before you could stop him, he snakes his fingers down to your clit where he rubs tiny, agonisingly slow circles on your bud until you become a twitching mess.
“i can’t take it anymore
” whimpers softly emanate from your kiss-bruised lips while shivers wrack through your body as the umpteenth orgasm shakes you to your core.
“you can. and you will.” satoru promises, his other free hand going up to fist your hair. pulling— until you two are pressed together in an upright position. gosh. you look so hot in that mirror. “look at yourself, all sweaty and wet for me
 awww do you see me in you? your belly is protruding because of me!”
he continues to thrust his hips deep inside you, even when his tip turns red and twitching, overstimulated in your warm, tight cavern. “don’t you dare look away baby, i’ll make sure you regret it.” he whispers while his fingers come to grope at your tits, squeezing your nipples in warning.
he sporadically and erratically pumps himself into you, “you ready? you ready to take what i have for you?” he asks, right before he empties himself in you once more. white slick drips down your thighs, but without pulling out, satoru gathers his seed with his fingers before pushing it back in.
clicking his tongue, he chastises, “no wasting a single drop, princess.” your body is laden with exhaustion, but that doesn’t deter him.
another thing about the strongest sorcerer alive is that he has crazy good stamina.
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takumasimp · 25 days ago
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chubby reader yess, just like me fr đŸ˜©
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a/n; for that one anon who wanted toji and chubby!reader 💞 i hope this is good!!
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you’re laid out all pretty on toji’s bed, all soft thighs and chubby curves, skin flushed and bare and begging to be touched. he’s standing at the edge, big hands gripping the backs of your thighs, pushing them up so your belly folds a little, so your pussy’s on full display. he fucking loves this view. always has and always will.
“damn, baby,” he mutters, dragging his eyes over your body hungrily. “you know how fuckin’ good you look like this?”
your face heats up immediately, but he just grins widely. he knows you’re too flustered to speak. he leans in, lets his calloused hand rest on your tummy, thumb stroking slow right above your navel. you twitch.
“so cute when you get shy,” he hums, then grabs a handful of your plush waist and squeezes, groaning under his breath. “fuck, you don’t even know what this does to me.”
he dips down and kisses your belly first, then your hip, then the crease of your thigh — he’s taking his time. worshipping every inch of you. your thighs, thick and twitching. your belly, rising and falling with each breath. the stretch marks on your hips and the way your tits spill to the sides when you arch. it’s all driving him insane.
his mouth finally finds your pussy and he groans, deep and low. it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted. he drags his tongue slow over your folds, slurping like a fucking animal. he’s got one arm hooked under your thigh, pressing it up and out so he can get in deeper, and the other hand is palming your belly again, keeping you steady while he feasts.
“mm— fuck, this pussy’s perfect,” he mumbles, mouth sticky with your slick. “love how you taste. love how you fuckin’ bounce when you ride my face, baby, don’t get quiet now.”
your thighs are shaking, clamping around his head as he sucks on your clit, pulling these messy little whimpers out of you. and he doesn’t stop. he’s eating like he’s been starved for weeks, like your cunt is the first real meal he’s had. you’re gripping the sheets, biting your lip, trying not to come too fast but it’s so much. his tongue, his voice, the way he touches you like you’re the only thing that matters..
you come hard.
your stomach is tense, thighs quaking, slick dripping down onto his tongue. and he just keeps going. licking you through it. when he finally pulls back, his lips are tugging upwards, lips shiny with your cum, and eyes dark.
“still got more in you, yeah?” he says, stroking his cock slow, watching you catch your breath. “gonna bend this thick, pretty body over and fuck you stupid.”
and you nod, because how the fuck could you say no to that?
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takumasimp · 26 days ago
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gojo having your face buried in the sheets as he raw dogs you
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takumasimp · 28 days ago
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PLEASE ME, BABY
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You’re straddling him, bare and warm, his cock pressing against your folds, slick smearing everywhere—but not inside. Not yet. You’re holding out, hovering just above where he’s dying to be, watching him come undone beneath you.
“C’mon,” he pants, head tossed back, hands shaking where they grip your hips. “Don’t tease me like this, baby. I’ll fucking lose it.”
“You wanna cum inside?” you ask, voice smooth, teasing.
“Fuck yes I wanna cum inside,” he groans, grinding his hips up, desperate for friction. “I need to, sweetheart—been thinking about it all day, I can’t—fuck. Just let me.”
You still don’t move. His cock twitches against your soaked folds, and he whines.
“You want it that bad?” you coo.
Gojo’s eyes snap open, wild and hungry and so, so gone.
“Wanna fill you up,” he babbles, voice ragged. “Wanna stuff you full, make you mine, fuck it so deep you’re leaking all day—please, baby, please, let me put a baby in you.”
You blink. “A baby?”
He moans like you’ve touched heaven. “Yes. Fuck yes. Wanna fuck you full of me—just once, baby, just one little accident—please, let me breed this perfect little pussy.”
He’s not even pretending to be cool anymore. His fingers are bruising your skin, his body is trembling under yours, and he’s begging.
“Please let me cum in you. Please, let me make you a mess. Let me give you everything. I’ll be so good, I swear—just let me feel it. Let me own it.”
You sink down an inch.
His breath catches in his throat, a strangled gasp, eyes rolling back.
“Oh fuck—”
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