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tonycries · 4 months ago

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BIIIG STRETCH.

Synopsis. First time fitting all of him = first time losing his mind.

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, they’re PACKING, making it fit, cervíx kíssing, p talking, p slápping, use of “my wife”, dúmbifícation, BÚLGES, jealousy (Ino), BRÉEDING, true form Sukuna, dp, Shiu cameo, spítting, GOJO’S POWERS, D analysis, chóking, exhíbitíonism (Higuruma), cúmplay, pet names, swéaring.

A/N. Tony Claus is here with a biiiig gift for y’all hehehe <3

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - 8.96 inches

“T-Toooji- why the hell are you s-so big?” And oh, he can’t help but snicker at how you can barely even speak, barely do anything but thrash your quivering legs against the coiling springs of the mattress.

“Yeah yeah, tell me something I don’t know, doll.” Toji’s rolling his half-lidded eyes, swollen hilt plummeting down to French kiss his fat, mushroomy tip with a sappy thwack! at your teary slit. “Besides, m’barely even heh- an inch in.”

Barely even an inch.

Toji can feel his parched mouth just lather in greedy saliva at the oh-so-cute shock slipping its way onto your pretty features. “An i-inch…Toji will it even-”

“Silly girl, ‘course it will.” You’re gasping when one big, beefy arm claws around your boneless thighs to drag you halfway down the bed. Streaking a wet swab down your achy folds - oh, the sheer size difference was so vulgar. It makes him grin, “Because m’gonna make it fit, duh.”

Oh.

That wasn’t a promise - it was uttered like an oh-so-simple fact.

Well, your melty mind supposes, that is what you get for stubbornly claiming that you could “take it all”. Begging.

Over and over for days until your dear Toji had finally snapped. Had finally manhandled your poor self into the meanest of mating presses, giving your sloppy hole a mere savoring taste of the fat circumference of his syrupy pink tip-

“Oi.” Toji’s planting two swats onto the deliriously lolling side of your face. “Better not be f-fucked stupid already after all that talkin’ outta ya slutty pussy, ma.”

Hypnotized head nuzzling the sweat-slicked crook of his neck, your sloppy tongue garbles out a barely-coherent, “I-I’m not- I swear. It’s j-just…”

“J-j-just what?” Toji’s rumbling baritone hitches up into a dramatic high pitch, rounded curvature of his knees opening your trembly thighs up even further.

“Just…”

Only to rummage a good few inches of length past your saccharinely glossy hole. Perfectly left-leaning curve of his shaft swiping down your tender spots and fucking you spellbound. Snickering, “Honestly, just loooove complainin’, don’tcha? Why don’t you ah- beg f’me, instead?”

But you can’t - couldn’t even if you wanted to.

Because Toji was big, to say the least.

Girthy, merciless near-nine inches of him glazed a dripping gloss of precum. And it looked like it pained him to pull out. It pained him to slip and slide a sandwiching kiss of his soft, coral pink underside between your saturated lips. Back and forth back and forth back and-

“C’mon c’mon–” he’s hissing, dark brows knitting together tight. And the way you’re pushing away his sweat-streaked strands of black makes Toji shudder. “Yer my good girl, right? G-gonna take it all like a fucking champ, aren’tcha?”

“I-I will?” You mewl, eyes nervously straying to the way he looked so comically staggering twitching between your legs. Impatient. Red and angry. It made you starved. “I will.”

And oh, Toji would make sure of that.

Making sheer white cloud your vision when he’s letting go of his hefty crownhead to thud! across your quivering hole. Before his toned hips drivel in tiny little gyrations to pump you so full - Toji’s bloated cockhead spearheading you open so solidly. And the stretch-

The stretch.

The globular ends of his shaft mazes between your gluey walls to push you tautly to your limits. His sobbing divot buttering up every forbidden nook and cranny inside you with sappy splotches of pre - you felt so heavy with him halfway inside.

“Ah ahh- Toji– you’re in s-so d-deep-” You’re mindlessly rovering your fingers over to feel for that fattened, cylindrical outline of his nudging further and further up your gummy orifice. Big, pearly tears bead at your eyes and make him grin. “Can feel you right h-here. Dunno if I can take m-”

But in the blink of an eye, your slackened maw is being flooded with such stringy wads of spit. Streaming in a slicked mess from Toji’s curled lips before spattering onto your tastebuds. “If ya can t-take this, then you can take all of me, doll.”

Shrieking at the plummy twitch of his split cockhead swashing another wad of ribbony pre. “R-really?”

“Mhmm, Toji’s always hgh- right.” The fat curves of his fingers smush your mouth closed. To swallow. He swipes away a few speckles at the corner of your pretty mouth, pecking an innocent smooch against your lips to wipe those excess remnants cleanly off. “H…heh- good girl. Now get ready for hah- Toji’s biiig stretch.”

Leisurely swiping down one set of his fingerpads to scissor your puffy pussy lips further and further open. Herculean hips rolling to make you gulp down more more more-

“S-See? Didn’t I hah- say this cute cunt could ngh- take me?” Toji can’t help but crush your pliant body with the weight of his muscular thighs, heaving - practically plastering his sculpted front into yours. “Take this fuckin’ cock- the one you said was too big.”

God, he thinks he could almost laugh - fucking giggle like he was air-headed at how pretty you looked underneath him like this .

Your pupils practically heart-shaped and crossing with every jackhammering roll of his hips, tongue lolling out in a way that makes him spit all over again.

“Mhm- just one more fuckin’ inch now, ma.” Well, more like three - but Toji had the feeling you were too cockdrunk to tell the difference, anyway. And with a sodden slap! against your perked clit, he’s curling a calloused few digits around your throat. “Better take it all now.”

Dragging you - biceps flexing when he manhandles you from your throat to push you down millimeter by millimeter, suck him snugly down your elastic walls. And you didn’t know whether you were lightheaded because of that choking restraint or because of the stretch-

But then…

“Oh- Oh?” And something in Toji’s tone makes you blink your thoroughly glassy gaze to rationality. “Fuck- wait-” Toji gasps, he heaves. Willowy eyes bulging, snarling when he feels his ears pop! “Wait, don’t tell me- m’really…really…”

He was.

Now, Toji never claimed to be an optimist - he never said he was a miracle-worker but fuck- was this real? You were really, really milking all of him? This was what it felt like being buried balls-deep inside you?

God, he could die right now between your legs and still be a happy man.

Because he feels like his entire body has been zapped with a zillion bolts of electricity - like he’s in heaven. Stemming all the way from the lustrous little thwack! of his pulpy tip against your spongy cervix.

“Are- are you all the way inside?” You’re sobbing out, whines clawing at your throat with every smooth whack of Toji’s fattened cock into your goopy depths.

“I…” And Toji wants to answer - he wants to not look like a wordless fool in front of you but he can’t right about now. Scarred lips falling parted, he can barely even breathe right about now. Sharp jaw slacking open into a sexily husky laugh, “Yes. Hah! Atta girl, there we g-go. Knew my girl could ngh- do it.”

“Too big” his ass.

In the lazy blink of your weepy eyes, Toji has the two of your sweat-simmered bodies flipped over. Your own glued to his toned front, nails clawing at his bulging deltoids, head drooping between his cushiony pecs.

Bubbles of spit and pure whines flood your mouth when the massive mountains of Toji’s palms sift underneath your thighs to help you ride. Starting off slow - stumbling - presenting you with languid, tumbling thrusts that shape your fleshy insides to every ridge and curve of his cock.

Roughened digits pushing you down. Even more.

“Now…here comes the fun part tha’s gonna end up with you heh- pregnant, ma.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - 10.25 inches

“Am I…am I really that big?”

If this was anyone other than your dear Nanami you’d have huffed at that subtle brag of a question - but Nanami wasn’t bragging. And he wasn’t aware of just how much that simply sopping slide of his blushing shaft into your gooey depths was splitting you apart.

“Y-yes–” you’re mewling out, tangling your fingers with his thick ones to trek them all over your stuffed lower tummy. And Nanami gasps at the bloated nudge of his fat tip against your buttery walls. The outline. That you can feel from the outside. The curvature of his greedy thumb smearing down the mushy rounded edges tenderly. “S’like m’gonna hngh- break.”

Stern lips puckering up to kiss away the pearly tears that lather your fluttery lashes, he’s rumbling from the back of his throat. “Shhh…if you c-can’t, my love, then we can always-”

“Noooo-” God, Nanami loved to see that smack mouth of yours wobble with a few breaking whines, falling into a soft oh! when your squirmy hips shuffle a ravenous few gulps of more and more of his inches. “Want it- want it all.”

“Are you sure, darling? M’only halfway in right now.”

Nodding - nodding and nodding because you’ve never wanted anything more. A simpering trailway of drool sloshes from the slackened corner of your mouth when he’s slapping his weepy cockhead in two nice slaps into your extra sweet orifices.

He was long and thick - unfairly so. Equipped with heavy breeder balls that thump! thump! thumped against your thighs in the same needy rhythm as your heartbeat. Messy. The tannish blushing divot on his mushroomy tip barely even having to try to sugarcoat your goopy depths with a sweltering hot few splotches of creamy pre-

“Then…” Nanami’s wrenching you out of your cockdrunk little daydreams, and you’re faced with his utterly loving gaze. “You can hah- hold my hand- squeeze it if it gets too…much, my love.”

As if you ever would tap out.

Because the stretch was so addictive.

Every single one of his shuddering drives making your dewy eyes sprint all the way hidden at the back of your lids. The exact degree of his arch having you let off a few keens, legs thrashing with the depraved kiss of his sappy cockhead against your g-spot.

“Hey hey-” Nanami’s slanting his mouth over the rivulets upon rivulets of cold sweat beading at your forehead. And in turn you desperately crane upwards to kiss his plush pecs. “Remember what we talked about hngh- before?”

“Y-yes. Simple breathing techniques ah-” you’re crying out as he sneaks in a good swab down your slippery walls. “S’best to oh! Take slow, d-deep…long breaths to relax.”

Nanami chuckles out at your whiny little emphasis, every slow breath of yours helping his dexterous fingers guide that hooked bend of his knotted cock to bump into your treasured spots. Deeper. “Mhmm– good girl, relax. What else?”

“A-and- focus on one part of your ah- body t-to-” You can feel your weepy cunt pulse – thoroughly full and just about all that you could focus on. Inch by fucking inch disappearing. “-to boost awareness and…relax.”

Yeah, certainly enough for Nanami to tut when your glutinous pussylips tack on even tighter around him to halt his merciless pathway.

“Hate to see ya strugglin’, darling. Hold on t-tight-” Nanami’s blond brows simmer with a fresh sheen of perspiration at the tiny resistance. Strong arms dredging your useless legs up onto his broad shoulders. Indenting circular bruises with just how hard your heels were digging in. But oh, he doesn’t care. Doesn’t give a shit if it hurt - instead, planting a sweet few pecks at your ankles. “Because s’a bit of a biiiig stretch.”

He’s hiking one athletic thigh up even higher, adonis-like muscles flexing when Nanami arches his back and bends you easily in half.

Sweetly toying a few circular brushes of his fat thumb against your neglected clit. You’re at the utter mercy of the deepening angle walloping his crownhead into your spongy cervix. Dragging his wet tip in a saccharine few ribbons of velvety pre, you’re being absolutely flooded with the sheer size of him. With all of him-

“I-is it all in?” You’re sobbing out, only for Nanami to stray his hypnotized eyes accordingly downwards and gasp.

“S’all in- ohhhh s’all in- my perfect, perfect girl.” Nanami’s regal nose crinkles with sheer bliss, condensely fogged-up glasses leering further and further down his nosebridge. “N’ s’like y-you’re gonna be hngh- split apart, darling.”

And it felt like it.

Like Nanami was trying to mold your rubbery cunt into the exact shape of him, sticky kisses of his tight balls making you shy. To make sure with every bruising circumference of his overfed tip that you won’t forget him. Forget his size.

“G-gonna hafta get this pretty pussy hngh- used ta me.” He’s tilting his head down at that addictive image of your slurping pussy greedily sucking up every drilling jackhammer, every gyration, every grind just to watch the way your eyes bulge when he’s probing deeply into your cervix. “Jus’ hafta hngh- fuck her to the sh-shape of my cock oh!”

Every clingy squeeze of your gluey walls felt like you were doing that exact thing, and Nanami can’t help but let his toned hips poke languidly into your slicked g-spot. Sloshing a few tender dabs when he’s latching his mouth around your ankles to bite. To worship.

And it makes you sob. It makes you moan. It makes you cum - gasping in surprise at the sudden crash of your high, legs locking around Nanami’s thick neck.

You’re feeling limp - your eyes half-shuttering to a close at the flurries of stars in your vision. Barely even able to breathe let alone register the simpering smile plastering all over Nanami’s face when he locks your ankles behind his head with one ravenous hand.

Still moving. Still aching.

“My love…” He’s starting off. Low. Promising. You’re being gifted with a slow, slow filth of a kiss, still having his pretty lips sucking on your tongue when he hums. “Don’t think I’ve molded you ta my ngh- cock jus’ yet.”

♡ GETO SUGURU - 9.54 inches

It’s been hours now - hours.

Hours of Geto cracking open your trembly legs to mouth over that glossy wetness between them, making out with your slobbery pussy for ages until you were still dizzy with the slow tangle of his soft tongue against your treacly clit.

Still feeling the aftershocks of your nth orgasm when he’s flooding out a few viscous spurts of cum that slop between your pursed pussy lips. Gleaming sultry little lip-stain that he’s oh-so-unashamedly swabbing along a few fingers.

“Hmmm, now this won’t do–” Geto’s popping those slender digits into his mean mouth, snickering at the awe-struck little gasp you’re letting off. “Ain’tcha embarrassed to be th-this fucked n’ I’ve only put the tip in, gorgeous?”

He was so unfair.

Dark brows marrying together sexily when he’s spending a sloppy few seconds pretending to think, “Whaddaya think? Can you ah- take me even when you’re being this full?”

And full you were - being teased over and over again. Fucked with only the hefty, globular curve of his pretty, pierced cockhead until your poor pussy was frosted with a thick, creamy lather of Geto’s seed. Trickling between your legs and splotching over where you were hovering over his muscular thighs, bouncing with your precarious seated position.

Huffing, one hand of yours grapples onto the mountainous terrain of Geto’s sculpted deltoid. The other curling around his pale, sweat-slicked throat in a way that made him drool. “Been w-wantin’ all of ya you, all this ngh time, Sugu–”

SMACK!

“Speakin’ out of turn is rude, y’know?” Geto soothes over the swatted imprints of his fingers on your ass. Before rovering down, down, down, to dredge out the most sinful slurps when he slides one greedy index over your sodden slit. “Right? N’ we were havin’ such a ngh- good conversation.”

That cold studded Prince Albert on Geto’s blushing mushroom tip skims between your pussyflaps, feeding you inch by fucking inch until he stopped just past the tip. As usual.

“Hmmm, what’s this?” Pointedly ignoring your broken little whines in favor of guiding his trekking fat crown to bump that metallic piercing against your gooey sweet spots. To bruise. “Ya want more? Heh, so filthy how ya think ngh- more with this pussy than that pretty lil’ head of yours, gorgeous.”

“You’re the filthy one, Suguru–” you’re whimpering, fingers digging even tighter around his throat at the rude smirk on his pretty face. And you can’t stop yourself - you can’t help yourself - when your hips shiftily sink deeper. And deeper.

“W-woah-” Geto’s puffy breaths hiccup, before clearing his throat into one stray hand. “I-I mean- fuck! Can see it from the outside.”

Indeed, he could.

You were so fucking pretty sat upon him like this, with your slobbery pussy weaving out squelching rivulets of cum. Your chest heaving in a way that makes Geto’s mouth water, his eyes locked on that lecherous little bulge where he was scouring a pathway to your very womb.

He’s giggling - delirious and drunk. “What a cute lil’ pussy- s-sooo fuckin’ tight. Feels like m’gonna break ya…h-heh.”

And it’s only when you stutter, when our drizzling jaw shudders open with a cracking Sugu– that he lets his eyes rip away. His hips jutting upwards with a pressurized push-

“Awww, my gorgeous girl struggling to take this hah- big cock? Wanna take it all but you can’t?” With a rough hand latched onto your waist, Geto fucks up into you so tauntingly, rigorous little pushes and pulls that pump you spellbound. And he’s viciously thumping open your sappy pussylips, mouth drying up at the sight of those silvery sploshes of cum. “Y’know m’not gonna fit if ya don’t relax, girl.”

“I-I am relaxing-” you’re bawling out, head lolling backwards at the utter stretch. It was ridiculous, and your blood curdles with just how good it felt.

Because Geto was so thick. Girth more intimidating than any toy you’ve ever even seen, such a pretty blushing beige. Pricked with one chilling silvery stud at his tip and then another at his bulky hilt, right after the ends of his neat happy trail - one that you oh-so-desperately wanted to reach.

“Liar.” He’s snapping - snarling.

Making you flinch at the lurch of something dark and hot swimming in Geto’s half-lidded eyes. Long, dark lashes batting innocently up at you when he’s lacing two sets of readied fingers on top of your sweat-dampened head and pushing. “W-wait, Sugu what are you-”

“This pussy is s-soo much more ah- honest…aren’tcha?” And it takes only one more final rapid swat at your gloopy cunt, one wet strike of Geto’s round-tipped fingers before he’s bulldozing you downwards. “Hm, bite on this.”

He’s presenting you his toned arm - mercy.

Your teeth mindlessly clamping onto his awaiting forearm, gurgles of moans and screams concocting together as your hips buck- Losing your nervous footing to finally plant a pretty peck of your glossed pussy lips against his toned base, to finally have his orbed piercing nudge your throbbing clit.

And he was big - so, so big that you couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe at the sodden stripes of his pulpy cockhead etched into what felt like your lungs.

With a soggy pah! you’re letting his arm go, kissing over the sunken indents of your teeth across his flesh.

“O-oh-” Moans upon moans are tumbling out of your mouth before you even realize, and you can’t help the way that your hips are bustling up and down in a filthy cadence. “I-It feels so…”

Alternating between the sloppiest drags up and down up and down his thickened length and lazy swivels that result in fat drags of Geto’s piercing onto the mushiest parts of your clit. He was so fucking big that your fatigued legs could barely even bounce up to his uprightly curved tip.

“Yeahhh? F-feels nice havin’ me all ngh- inside ruinin’ your cunt, huh?” Geto’s leaning his body further backwards to take in every single detail of you. One arm bounding behind his head and making his biceps flex, the other helping manhandle your needy hips. And you swear you hear his voice falter, you swear you could hear his teasing baritone crack into a whine. “Look how ah- well she’s takin’ me- don’tcha think I deserve a lil’ r-reward, gorgeous?”

Ah, of course he does.

And as soon as you’re craning your head forwards, you feel the sudden twitch of his swollen tip colliding against your cervix. Gushing in ribbony strings of pre when you pry open Geto’s pretty mouth and spit-

“Messy girl.” He’s swiping away that purposeful little splatter of translucent saliva pooling at the corner of his sappy mouth. Swallowing. “Hope ya know m’gonna be doin’ the ngh- same with my cock riiiiight…” Before trailing that very same finger up, up, up to draw an invisible line at the bullseye of your womb. “-here.”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - 8.20 inches

“Jus’ need the ah- tip, pretty baby–” Choso’s begging - pleading from his splayed-out position spooning you - and he’s fucking his fat, ruddied cockhead into you desperately. Animalistically. Like it’ll be the last time - when in fact it’s the first. Ever.

Slurring out a drawling few squelches from your overstuffed pussy, the way you’re glistening all your lustrous volumes of slick down his generous length makes Choso simply keen. Hulking body breaking out with shivers once your nails scrape against his sweat-lathered scalp.

“But I want more, Cho-” That sullen pout of yours is enough to drive him wild. To bump up at least once more of his inches out of a staggering eight past your gooey ring of muscle, molding your entrance to that girthy bend of him. “Y-you’re so fuckin’ big n’ I want it all.”

Oh.

“Y-you shouldn’t say those ngh- things when s’my first time–” he’s scrunching his brows adorably shyly, one strong palm lifting your trembly thigh even higher to eye the teary trail of cum he’d left off just earlier from simply putting it inside. “Don’ wanna have a ngh- r-repeat of that.”

How cute.

Choso was so embarrassed that his precious pink blush was reaching all the way from his regal cheeks, down to his bustling tip. Messy and angry.

You’d heard that it was always the quiet ones - and Choso was hung to a T. The expansive swollen outline of his rock-hard cock smearing against your elastic walls in a way that felt permanent. Your poor pussy was swallowing up so many copious inches again and again and it felt like Choso always had more to give.

His long length guides a sultry bash against your puffy g-spot, spearheading your gluey walls to mold around his size like butter. Swirling such voluminous heaps of cum that layer him in creamy rings.

“M’being serious, baby-” you’re purring, silken sweet tone of your voice making Choso gasp. Handsome cheeks burning bright red when he’d faced your greedy gaze over one shoulder. “I-it feels so good ngh- you’re in so deep.”

Choso’s coral pink lip wobbles delicately, face flushing your favorite shade of red. “M-me? Don’t even know how to hngh! use it…r-really? Me? But m’just a virgin-”

“Was a virgin, baby-” You’re correcting him, deft fingers nimbling through his soft locks to pull. And it’s enough to make Choso rut- enough to make his reddening hips shovel even harder. “N’ no need to be so shy. You’re so big you might’ve ngh- jus’ ruined everyone f’me.”

And oh.

Choso can feel his mind shatter, powerful hips working overtime to plunge another sappy stroke that thuds against your g-spot. Deeper. And deeper. You’re half-wondering whether he even realized that he was way, way past “just the tip” now.

Nah…definitely too pussydrunk to.

He’s sucking on your kiss-bitten lips like his favorite sugar-coated candy, whimpering out. “G-good. Don’ want you f-for ngh- anyone else.” And you swear you’re catching his doe-eyes dew over with a veil of tears. “Want you to be mine.”

Grinning - cockdrunk, heart-eyed. “Already am.”

And that extended to that greedy cunt of yours.

Of course, it did. Why wouldn’t it?

Choso’s on the very verge of sobbing to himself about why he didn’t do this much, much sooner when his dextrous palms smear open the drool-worthy globes of your ass to sneak a long, mouthwatering eyeful of your stuffed pussy.

He’s so filthy. So urgent skimming two fat thumbs over to spy the way his fattened cock was disappearing between your soppy pussy lips. Fat and heavy, bullying in solid squeezed into your comparatively tiny opening.

And the sight makes him grunt, “S-such a pretty pussy. Could fuckin’ worship her heheh. I hope you don’t ngh- mind, baby, if I…”

Oh, and you didn’t mind.

Didn’t have a mind coherent enough to think at all when Choso has to scissor your slick-flooded hole open with his thorough digits to be able to fit in the rest of his raw length. Saturated, solid ruts pushing past your tiny resistance - your poor entrance being stretched further and further with his circumference.

He has to - he needs to because the stretch was so cozily tight. So sinful. Rubbing his ridged veins down the treacly sides of yours walls, you’re being stuffed to the brim.

His spattering seed glomping out of you and creating such a fucking mess. Helping Choso slip and slide his thighs to engulf your own.

“Pretty pussy…ohhh what a pretty pussy.” He’s hissing to himself - slurring like an intoxicating mantra. Your honeyed squelches were so loud, answering him practically. “Baby, I want you…need you. Need you to take it allll up inside, m’kay?”

And you can only manage out a stream of dripping wet gasps puffing hotly from between your candied lips, shivering at the honeyed drip of his thick crownhead mussing up the sploshes of cum seated inside you. “G-gonna take it- ah-don’t miss, Choso–”

“I’d never.” But the one thing he might do is be rendered utterly stupid when that cylindrical shaft of his plunges impossibly deep into your gooey orifice. As deep as it would go. As deep as he could give.

And you swear that Choso stops breathing for a full few seconds once he first bottoms out. Still regaining the blurring vision in your gaze with how you felt fit to burst, you’re opening your mouth with slight concern-

“Th-this…feels so heavenly- fuck! Why does it feel so heavenly?” Choso sounds so genuinely awestruck. Scared. Words dripping with the slight tremble of an exhilarated giggle when his sopping tip curves its way to thud! against your cervix. “I- woah th-this doesn’t feel like my fist at all.”

And every slight bit of recoil makes Choso tut, makes him plant pound after pound onto your battered cunt until you see stars. He was fucking you like he hated you - and babbling pussydrunkenly like he loved you.

You’re mewling through bliss-lathered tears, “D-does it feel good, baby?”

Oh, Choso really did love you.

“I…I’m fucking you-” he’s breathing out. “I-I’m really fucking you and…”At your encouraging little coos, Choso only swelters with a wafting red blush. Buttony divot at the very ends of his achy cock twitching with a promising squeeze of his hefty, full balls. “...can we hold hands as I cum?”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - 13.3 inches

Nice - the cursed king of curses said he was going to be nice. But if this was his way of being “nice” then you didn’t-

“Tch, that pretty lil’ head of yours scrambled already, brat?” That gruff, rumbling little scolding from underneath you makes you jolt, winding sparks of electricity sprinting down your perfectly arched spine when Sukuna’s punishing your brimful cunt with a sloppy smack!

Such a sleazy grin overtaking his sexy features at the stunned expression on your face, he’s bouncing his adonis-like knees to jostle your greedy hips up and down up and down up and-

“Can’t ngh- talk now, huh?” Sukuna’s tittering out, a few more numerous swats upon swats being pounded upon your bulging cunt. And the syrupy squelch! emanating from down below is enough to make him groan. Brows knitting, teeth sharp when he grins. “Honestly, woman- aren’tcha used to that stretch by now?”

Fuck- it would be impossible to get used to such a ridiculous size.

Sukuna’s towering height of seven feet translating into matching cocks that make you gape, your drunken maw parting stupidly open when his twin swollen lengths plunge up into your goopy depths. Reckless. Rude. Your felt like he was fucking open sweet nooks and crannies that you never even knew existed.

That vulgar size difference was everything.

Because he was so girthy - wisps of precum slathering like torrents against your clingy walls. Tautly pulled over thick thirteen inches - and not just one, two of them - that were making you whine-

“B-but-”

“Ah ah-” Sukuna’s cutting you off, sugary tips pecking a hollowing little smooch of his candy-coated pre against that spot in a way that makes you shut up. “Can’t forget our manners now hngh- can we? Raise yer hand when ya talk to the king.”

And it was a joke…partially. It was something to make your beautiful features scrunch up in that adorable pout of yours - not something to make you wrench one trembly hand upwards and listen to him.

“S-s’not my fault-” you’re huffing out, your wondrous hands roaming all down those sinful curves and dips of Sukuna’s muscles thereafter. Resting on their favorite place at the fleshy mounds of his pecs to squeeze. “You’re just so big.”

Rolling his eyes, you’re being angled so that his oversized second tongue can press a dripping smooch against your plump clit.

“Compliments aren’t gonna g-get me to be any hngh- nicer, mama- C’mon you know that.” And he’s sure to make it so that you never forget if the merciless few more thwack! of his five fat fingerpads down your teary slit were to say anything. “M’already bein’ nice letting you ride me.”

And ah, he’d never admit how pretty you looked like this.

With your sappy cunt stretched wiiiide open over his bumpy cocks, your entire body lathered in sweat and sheer need when he’s sinking in a few more bulky inches. Puffing your pussy lips up until you were about halfway down his raw, red cocks.

“But ah…yer right about one thing.” Sukuna titters and the flurries of emotions that overtake your absolutely fucked-out face. Head lolling to the side when you’re trying to remember what you even said. Cute. “Lemme heh- jog that memory o’ yours, brat.”

And it was such a blessing - or a curse - that Sukuna had four arms. Four massive, strong arms that were busying themselves with driving you wild.

Two of them caressing the sultry curve of your hips, manhandling you up and down all his copious inches with all the dignity of a ragdoll. A third clawing on top of your cottony-filled head and forcing you to look- to spy where his fourth hand was.

Sharp, blackened nail of his burly index tapping those ringed tattoos at his inner thighs. “See these?” Doesn’t matter if you didn’t because Sukuna was making your cockdrunk head motion out a nod for him anyway. “Well- then see these?”

Oh, you had to crane your head - you had to stop your condensed gasp from dripping out of your mouth when he’s swiping his fingers across those matching black rings tattooed around the very hefty hilts of his cocks.

Neat. Stark against unruly tufts of pink. Lacquered with a glistening layer of your sweet, sweet juices.

“Gotta take it ah- allll the way until there, got it?” Sukuna muses, plummy split-ends of his shafts pummeling even harder against the gumdrop sponge of your walls. Very same finger drawling lazily up, up, up until he was drawing a smug line across way past the middle of your tummy. “So get r-ready for a biiiig stretch, mama.”

And it wasn’t just the stretch - not even the double stretch - triple. Triple the invasive rummages inside your snug channel when Sukuna’s swirling his large secondary tongue to lap up every sliver and every bead of slick slobbering from your cunt.

Sloshing a gleaming trailway down the very middle of his rosette tastebuds so lewdly when Sukuna grits against the resistance, hips pushing and pushing-

“Ah- ah!” Your hips are like a pendulum still deciding between swallowing up more more more and running away. “I-I don’t think it’ll ngh- dunno if I can t-take any…”

“Nuh uh, no running away.” Sukuna’s greedy hands devour every naked inch of you to stuff you full, tongue working overtime to push open that elastic entrance to your pretty cunt. He knew you could finally take it all. He knew. And he was going to do it. “Made yer bed- now- lie- in it-”

There’s a deafening pap! of your body glissading into his when with a final, determined thrust, Sukuna’s bottoming out. Your pussy lips smooching both his sexy circular tattoos with their first-ever kiss. For the first time in a thousand years. For the first time in his life-

This is what it feels like - this is what it looks like.

You were so stuffed past the brim that you could feel your pressurized ears pop! White-hot pleasure flashing behind your lids when your mouth opens with a raw shrill.

“So? S’it feel good bein’ all ruined inside?” He’s tittering - choking on rude little whimpers threatening to spill from his even ruder lips.

“Yes- please it f-feels so…”

And then you’re cumming.

“Oh? Cummin’ already just from taking that cock you said was hngh- t-toooo fuckin’ big?” He leaves a few ravenous bites over the tender crook of your neck. “What a heh- slutty cunt o’ mine.”

Sukuna’s realizing before you when his hips rut upwards into the tight fit to pound you through your high, over and over slapping his heavy cockheads against every tiny geyser of an orifice. Until you felt like you were about to burst-

“O-ohhh look at that gorgeous ngh- bulge.” Sukuna’s voice bleeds its way into a whimper - whimper. And if any other curse saw that heart-eyed filter in his gaze, the way his smile grows simpering, then they’d faint. “Almost makes me think of something…else.”

You, all round and glowing - and not just from the thorough rummage of his dual shafts messing up your poor insides. Outlined with thick cylindrical bumps forming their way at your precious womb.

The sight is enough to make Sukuna’s heavy-handed cockheads glaze your mushy cervix with a few ribbony spurts of pre. Flooding. Overspilling. Enough do that he’s digging in a thumb hard to feel for the soppingly wet thwack! of those volumes of velveteen splatters.

Murmuring, “Y’know…how do ya feel about the curses getting an ah- new heir, brat? And their very own queen.”

♡ INO TAKUMA - 7.64 inches

“Shhhh, jus’ an inch more- only an i-inch, pretty.” Ino’s heaving, his plummy, split-ended cockhead gushing out a lazy few rivulets of syrupy pre down your sappy slit. “I know that you can do it…take s’more f’me?”

“I-I want to-” you’re gasping out, legs wrangling an even tighter grip around the slender curve of your beloved boyfriend’s toned hips. Mashing his ridged washboard abs against the sensitive backs of your thighs, “But I don’t know if it’ll fit…”

You say that but you can already feel the way your elastic cunt was constricting and molding to the exact sinful curvature of Ino’s swollen cock. Wanting more more more-

But how could you not?

He was so unfairly pretty - fat, burling inches that rummaged your insides with a sugary layer of sloshing precum. It’s like his plump tip was bawling with every smack! down your puckering pussylips, reddening with an innocent flush that matched his cute cheeks.

“I want it- no, need it to ah- g-go all the way inside-” Ino’s panting begs stumble into your deliriously open maw, the slick gyrations of his tongue tasting you. Savoring. Ringed fingers splayed out and pressing down hard onto the heaving surface of your tummy. “-need everyone t-to know how I’ve ngh- ruined ya for them.”

It’d only taken one sneaking glance at the way some loser at your work was a little too close, a little too…flirty. Simply one spark of that green-eyed monster inside him for Ino to all but drag you home and bend you into such a mean mating press.

His pummeling hips even meaner. Babbling with every dousing swab of his fattened cockhead probing into your goopy depths. Pushing and pushing. “W-wanna be good f’you, y’know? Wanna be…yours.”

“Ngh- s-sweet-talker-” You’re spitting out, heart lurching oh-so-traitorously at the little blush dusting its merry way all over Ino’s handsome cheeks. He’s ready to burst into flames when you’re hiccuping, “Fuck me, baby- with all of you.”

Those words are barely out of your mouth - the thought barely even registering in Ino’s fuzzy scribble of a brain right now before he’s tugging his hips back a sodden inch and sinking in.

“Mhmmm- don’t worry, pretty-” Ino’s gruffing, scorching beads of sweat forming a dotty mosaic over his blissed-out features. “-Taku’s gonna make it fit- h-heh, yeahhhh m’gonna make it ngh- fit-” So snug that he can’t pound into the way he wants you. Huffing at the resistance, he’s latching onto your peaked clit with a pointed pinch. “-or m’gonna die trying hah.”

A promise - well and fully intended to be made true.

Abs flexing with every tight little grind that whacks against your sweetened spots, short. Punctuating. Harder and harder until you’re hearing a watery pap! and Ino’s finally - finally - driving you overwhelmingly full with the ruthless dab of his angry, peach-pink shaft impaling open your deepest insides.

“O-oh.” Ino’s breathing out, chestnut eyes bulging out almost comically at the sloppy trawl of his rock-hard cock in and out. “It fit- it…it actually fit. Mhm- s’that too big for ya, pretty?”

And Ino loved your smart mouth - he loved whatever honeyed syllable would drivel from your pretty lips. But seeing you like this - gasping, and fucked oh-so-dumb on his cock - Ino thinks that he could cum right here and now.

“R-right now?” Your breath hitches, chest heaving to steady your gulping inhales. Impossible with the way that his girthy, rotund cockhead was skimming against what felt like your lungs.

But oh, you weren’t the only one with your sanity dancing away from you with every plunging jackhammer. Ino looked so ruined - his pretty eyes doeing down till they were almost closed, drizzles upon drizzles of drool flooding out and slicking down his mouth, hanging pathetically open when he’s realizing-

Shit, did he say that out loud?

Oh, well.

“And so wh-what?” Ino’s huffing out - meant to be much more smug than the pouty whine it actually came out as. Lower lip wobbling out in a watery way, “Wanna fill ya u-up until yer overspilling, sweetness- until I can’t hahah- fit again.”

He’s making such a sappy mess down there as if already fulfilling those promises. One clammily prespired hand latching around your throat to crane your neck into a tender kiss.

“Wanna fuck a b-baby into ya- ngh- fuck ya until they know I did it-” He’s snarling - alabaster canines beared in a giggle. “Till they s-see you all ah- round and glowing and see me me me me- that coworker’s gonna know that I-I did that. That I fucked you s-so full.”

Heavy thighs planting flat onto the cushiony mattress, and from the woozy corner of your eye you’re spotting a few bedcoils spring brokenly upwards. “Gonna gimme that, aren’tcha?” He’s breathing. Begging. Eyes fuzzy with a heavy clingfilm of utter loving that he was bestowing upon you with every pap! pap! pap! “Make me a dad, mama?”

Shrilling out hoarsely, “Yes- yes yes yes- I- fuck! M’close, Taku…m’gonna cum-”

Ah, just as you do - Ino plants a gliding thwack! against your g-spot so hard that it makes your eyes criss-cross with utter pleasure. Tumbling into your orgasm headfirst and dragging your dear Ino with it, too.

Each peaked crevice of your high being followed by the wettest slap of his lathering cum into your most tenderized spots, fucking his seed into you so viciously that you feel bloated. Eyes drooping fatiguely, your nails dragging red, red patterns down his rigorously flexing back.

It was heaven.

You can’t think of anything but the slow puddle of viscous seed dribbling from between your slippery slit, nothing but how full you felt. Barely even noticing the creaking protests of the bedframe that was suspiciously sagging from one end.

Broken.

And when Ino’s blinking his vision back - letting his mouth drool at the sloppy slosh of his ribbony sap clinging around him like a second skin - the only thing he can utter is a low, “S-so…I don’t think we’ve ngh- made our son just yet.”

♡ GOJO SATORU - 11.01 inches

“Aw c’mooon, my girl. Too big- s’too big, riiight?” Fuck- it was. And Gojo already knew with every cocky snicker that wafted over the back of your neck like an oven. He’s plumping his lips down your spine in a sleazy kiss. “Jus’ admit it n’ I might play…nice.”

As if.

The strongest would never play nice when he had you like this.

When he had his fat, strawberry pink tip French kissing your gluey walls so open. Bumping up against your precious insides to indent every ridge and curvaceous vein against your overstuffed pussy - so staggeringly full. But he still wasn’t done. Barely.

So ridiculously long and pretty - a size to match up that mean ego of his. Eleven inches? He didn’t even have to try to drive you insane.

Gojo was flushed the most candied palettes of pink and red, all the way up to his thickened base. Slender fingers curling dexterously around the white tufted hilt to slowly empty out thick drags of buttery pre just past your throbbing g-spot. “Unless ya want-” Inching ever-so-sinfully closer. “-more?”

It was just a little tease - really, it was. Something to make your cute pout jut out, and your gooey insides clench.

But what Gojo didn’t expect was for thick, viscous droplets of saliva to splatter from between your lips at the sheer mind-numbing stretch. Babbling out into the spit-lathered mess of a pillow. “I- I want- ngh- Toru…”

“Yes yes, your dear Toru is hah- here.” And shit, he can’t help but saddle a strong forearm around your neck to hoist your lolling head upwards in a rude headlock. Making such a mess of glimmering dribble seep into the bulging bicep around your neck. You’re feeling the sappy drag of his long tongue down those puddled splatters of spittle, “Talk to me…tell me…complain about how big I am- I know you want to.”

You’re gasping when he’s leaving a pretty stinging smack! against your treacly cunt, muscular thighs shuffling against your own like a second skin. “I want…”

Every garbling syllable of your pretty voice making him twitch. Depraved. “Mhm—?”

“All of it- More.”

More?

CRASH!

Shit- maybe if you were in any better state of mind you’d have noticed how the flickering yellow lamp at your bedside shatters into a zillion pieces. And how Gojo was much the same.

Slamming one dexterous free palm down onto the already-splintered headboard, you’re catching it crack underneath his vice-like clasp when Gojo hitches his breath and pushes. Wordless. Keening. Mean maw slacking parted with a low ah! ah! ah! at the sweltering hot pulse of his ever-hardening cock.

“S-Satoru did you just get-” bigger. It’s the word you can’t bring yourself to utter even if you wanted to - because Gojo’s swatting his doughy palm to entrap your whiny words.

Hiding your watery sobs when his engorged dick ravines past the adhesive-like grip of your slick-flooded entrance to perk up even harder.

Rasping, “Shhhh sh sh- Another word outta you n’ m’gonna cum.” Entire herculean body hitching - shuddering - to pin you to the velvety sheets like he was practically melting into you. You’re sandwiched into the sweaty glissade of his rugged washboard abs. Jolting at the miniscule lightnings of blue that bolt from his lazily lidded eyes, “Tell me how badly ya want the hngh- biiiig stretch, sweetheart.”

So embarrassing, “I-I want the…biiig stretch, Satoru.”

He’s humming with utter delight, “Louder- more.”

“Please.” Legs kicking in impatience, “I want it- w-want your hck! biiig stretch, Toru. Want it so bad-”

“Then, b-brace yourself…heh.”

Something’s cracking - breaking - only hours and hours later do you realize that it’s your poor mahogany bedframe underneath Gojo’s utter strength.

Knuckles whitening when one sickly sweet rut has his toned abs careening into your mounds of flesh. And that tight little bout of resistance makes him stutter out a hiss, teeth clenching. “Christ, s’fuckin’ tight- n-need more.”

You words had done such a number on him.

And Gojo wanted more - needed it. More more more-

With a sopping pap! Gojo’s sludging his hefty length out from your elastic hole, purposefully peaking his inflated veins against those treasure troves of your tender spots. Emanating out such a sinful squelch! of wiry slick-filled slurps the moment his globular crownhead is popping out of your gooey cunt.

“L-look downwards, my girl-” he’s mumbling, tongue slurring those pesky little whines into his words. And oh, Gojo himself can’t bear to spy his ravenous gaze down below because of that dangerous little high building up at his tight, nudging balls. Can’t bear to do anything but let his sapphire gaze droop half shut.

Tumbling your head down, “Toru what do you- oh!”

Gojo was so fucking needy. That mouthwateringly sculptured arm around your neck taking its second favorite position to warp around his sweltering hot cock and squeeze.

You can only watch when he’s beading out wispy little ropes of precum that gloss your pussy lips a creamy white. Connecting delicate little ropes of your sweet, sweet juices to his bawling cockhead.

It was soiling his hand ivory, his wrist, his cloudy happy trail - he was being so messy.

“Yeah- see this? Take a loooong hah- hard look, sweetheart. Yer gonna take this entire c-cock, m’kay–?” Gojo’s nuzzling his sweat-glimmered cheek down your down, stray strands of white sticking to your skin. Pumping his fist harder - harder. He’s scooping up a syrupy few dredges of sap to poke into your awe-struck mouth, “Gonna take i-it all. No matter how big- mhm?”

You’re whining when his intimidating length nestles between your thighs and pulses, the very brim of his curved tip swiping a sweltering hot drag of pre about half-way down your tummy. The size difference looked so sinful.

And you’re barely nodding - barely whimpering out a polite yes, please - before your mind shatters with the feeling of being split-apart. With every hidden nook and cranny caverning your sloppy pussy being stretched to the max.

“Yeah- yeah yeah c’mon-” Gojo’s begging. Pearly white teeth digging into his pulpy lower lip when his blushing shaft fringes down your clingy walls. “Go inside- fit- please- need ta give m-my girl everythin’.”

Needed - not wanted.

Gojo doesn’t even have to try for his left-leaning curve to locate your most coveted spots, spurting out waterfalling little geysers of slick from between your thighs with every gulping inch.

“Oh- oh mmpf!” You’re mewling when his furious divot mashes into your nearby g-spot. Easily. Too easily that you’re half-wondering whether he’s using his Six Eyes. “It’s s-shoo deep.”

You’re being jostled in a sultry dance back and forth when Gojo’s planting rummaging pound after pound just to fit inside. The slamming smack! smack! smack! of his muscular thighs imprinting against the backs of yours fucking out each and every coherent thought out of your mind.

And with absolutely no hesitation, he’s skimming numerous buzzing fingertips from one hand over to toy around your clit and pinch. Barely even realizing the startling spark of jujutsu that makes you yelp-

“Toru- wh-what did we say about…” Shrilling shrieks withering away on your tongue when- what were you complaining about again? Gojo’s incredible inches sheath their cozy way into your gummy cunt - fully. “O-oh.”

Oh was right.

Because he had finally bottomed-out. Finally. Gasping at the sudden thud! of those ladder-like abs smooching the pretty curve of your ass. The bouncing recoil of his swollen cockhead against your pulpy cervix. Gojo can’t help but run his hands over your jiggling flesh to make sure - to register that this was real.

Having your slobbery pussy wrapped around every needy inch of him? This must be a dream.

He’s struggling to catch his breath, gulps sounding high. Thumbing apart your sodden pussyflaps, Gojo’s rich baritone hitches adorably. “You- yer really m-milkin’ my entire fuckin’ cock…”

Bleary eyes snapping open and veering pathetically cross-eyed, Gojo’s snowy brows scrunch achingly together when both stumbling hands latch onto your waist and pounces a harsh thrust. Thickened, hefty balls swatting your clit heavily. Once. Twice.

And the third - barely even a swirling gyration of his slicked-up cock drilling into the spongy flesh of your cervix before he cums. Cums and cums so hard that it feels like copious orgasms upon orgasms piling all into one.

Feeling like he was bursting - just like the wreckage of generators across all twenty-three special wards in Tokyo this very second. Electricity flickering, Gojo’s eyes glowing, and you two don’t even notice the way the bed crashes! down onto the carpeted floors as if it had been hovering a slight inch.

“W-wait tha’s cheating-” he’s puffing out furiously, but he can’t stop. Luscious ounces of seed gumdropping out from his divot to laminate your poor cervix - no doubt battered and bruised at this point. A fat thumb of his caps your leaky slit with the voluminous dredges of splattering cum gushing haplessly out of you. “This is s’pposed to s-stay inside, sweetheart.”

It was too much - you were overfilled to the very brim of your glistening pussy folds.

But Gojo didn’t sound upset - not in the slightest.

No, in fact, he was smiling.

Cerulean pupils molding practically heart-eyed, a burning blush washes over those handsome cheeks and all the way down to his still-twitching, still-hard cock- “Sooooo…marry me?”

♡ HIGURUMA HIROMI - 8.89 inches

“S’for your own good, angel.”

“B-but, Hiromi–” Oh, you were already winning - and you knew it - you’re feeling that perky little dab of syrupy pre that butters up your insides. Just the mere sound of your voice enough to make Higuruma twitch, “I want you now.”

To make him jolt, to make him sigh.

Long, dextrous fingers of his tightening around that vice-like little restraint of his tie shackled around your neck - just the scratchy dig of that velvety fabric into your tender flesh makes you lightheaded.

“I already told ya.” Higuruma’s sighing, sleepy eyes peaking up at where your trembly figure was riding the fucking soul out of him. Or, at least, was supposed to. “Don’t want ya hah- hurtin’ yerself the first time ya take me, don’t want my girl’s pussy sore.”

But what you were aching for right now was him.

Bucking your hips in a stubborn little up and down that makes his thin lips curl, canines bared. Feral. “Fine- slutty angel.”

And you barely have the time to process his words - to process the stinging sensation of his formal office tie constricting around your throat. Before Higuruma’s dragging you down with a thorough flick of his wrist, leveraging the merciless tightrope of his tie to feed your needy cunt inch by fucking inch.

He’s not stopping when you gasp, not even when big, globular bouts of tears lather your lashes dripping wet. Only pulling you to him like some glorified sex toy-

“H-Hiromi-” your clammy palms clasp around his pale, bulging biceps to squeeze. Spine arching at the way his staggering size was opening you so deliciously.

“Mhmmm, m’here m’here. Biiig stretch, isn’t it?” Bouncing those bulky, muscular hips of his with years upon years of practice in battle. And right now you were on the receiving end of his ruthlessness, your pussy lips being smeared agape at the hefty cylindrical shaft being bullied into you. “Easy there, girl. Easy. You can take m-my ngh- big cock.”

And Higuruma barely even had to try to get you all shattered on his cock like this was. Because his cock? The absolute prize of your wettest dreams.

He was so thick and long, nearing nine inches that bumped his throbbing walls in a lewd little massage down your precious treasure trove of sweet spots. That left-leaning angle of his curvature was so droolworthy, meshing a sodden French kiss easily against the bullseye of your g-spot.

But what had you spellbound - what had you so dizzy - right now wasn’t just the stretch. No, it was that tiny, orbing little piercing studded right underneath Higuruma’s deeply indented slit.

“Hey, doin’ ah- good, angel?” The chilling patch of his metal stud wrenching out the cutest little whimpers from your heated mouth, falling further and further slack with every pretty peck. Every tiny swab of his length being overstuffed into you. “Only an inch more- juuust an i-inch more n’ I want ngh- you to milk it for me.”

“M-me?” You’re pointing at yourself, as if there was anyone else here in this heady bedroom.

“Tha’s right-” Blinking away the clingy film of lust surrounding your eyes, you’re finally noticing the air of something instinctually primal in your dear Higuruma’s ravenous gaze. So at odds with the gentle kiss placed onto your prespired forehead. “While I get some hah- work done, angel.”

Your hips tense when he’s reaching out to grab the phone that had been buzzing on the bedside drawer for quite a while now. Only to get jostled into motion once more with a soft swat! planted onto your jiggling ass.

Turning the flashing screen to emblazon your vision with the name, Shiu Kong (Work)

Oh?

Oh.

At your filthy nod, Higuruma’s puffing out a shuddered bout of laughter. Before sliding one fat thumb across the screen and answering, “Hello? Shiu?” Head tilting to the side, another manhandling haul of Higuruma’s massive palm keeps you riding him. “Yeah, I can heh- talk right now.”

“S-so mean–” you’re mumbling, thoroughly not expecting for him to hear and punish another smack! against your ass.

You couldn’t hear the response - you didn’t even realize that the audio could even hear you before he’s babbling on.

“The meeting- Oh, that? Ah, jus’ my lovely wife.” Gasping, because Higuruma hadn’t proposed…yet. And the way he was sidling your gummy cunt with hefty, vicious pound after pound to lose himself - to melt into your unsteady arms - made you think he just might. Soon. “She’s uh…strugglin’ with somethin’ ya see.”

Fuck- he knew exactly how to make you work.

But you knew exactly how to work.

One hand splaying out between the sweaty valley of Higuruma’s plush chest, you’re eyeing with satisfaction as his dark brows raise. Squeezing that overpriced fabric wrapped around his thick fingers to muffled your leaking whimpers - to choke-

Only for his sharp jaw to fall parted, breath hitching when you jerk your fatigued thighs and ride. Deeper. Sloppier. Further and further until with a heaving shudder your ass smacks against his with a ringing pap!

Loud.

Undeniable.

His hefty breeder balls colliding into the jiggling curve of your ass, Higuruma’s massive cock embedding a few perfectly rounded bruises into the back of your pulpy cervix. Streaking a lazy line drawn by his bulbed piercing across each and every sweeping fissure inside you. Once. Twice.

Again and again-

“A-ah, what?” He’s bumbling absent-mindedly into the speaker, and you’ve never seen him sound so shaky before. Deep baritone cracking into a few whimpering cracks towards the end when one of his thumbs swipe your puffed-up pussylips to take a long look at that heavenly sight. “Oh…oh yeah. My wife- sh-she got it…finally.”

And it’s only when you’re drawing out the most whipped splatters of slicked pre, when you’re steadying your precarious hands onto his sculptured biceps and slamming a sloppy cadence. Humming, “Y-yeah. Real cute, isn’t she?”

Only when Higuruma looks like he’s on the very verge of ending the call that you’re musing how Shiu must know already.

That blasphemous question on the very tip of your tongue before Higuruma’s attractive eyes widen, chuckling out at words exchanged over the phone that you couldn’t make out. Yet.

“Oh?” Yeah, Shiu totally knew. Dark eyes boring right into your heart-eyed depths, and when you nod he’s cracking a smile. Pussydrunk. “Mhm, sure, we can videocall.”

A/N. HIGURUMA NATION HOW ARE WE FEELING???

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tsukuhoe · 5 months ago

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VIRGIN!JJK FIC RECS

something about virginity loss fics makes me sooo wet... req by anon ^^ adding onto the list whenever i find more <3 mdni, nsfw content!

gojo digimon—but making u cum is my real hobby - blkkizzat strongest sorcerer virgin - megumiluv virgin and unexperienced bf!gojo - fatal fairies number one sorcerer (and virgin) - inmaki nerds do it better - sugugasm virginity loss & riding - creamflix inculpatus - jaegerbby teach me how to pleasure my future wife (you) - fvsm4x

geto reformed player!geto - akicult virginity loss & riding - creamflix losing your virginity to geto suguru - yasu-1234 his favourite - h34rtbeat just let me love you - sttoru salvation - puppykento inked - choslut

nanami she said it's her first time - classyrbf sins of the flesh - semisgroupie perfect lover: the life of nanami kento the 35 year old virgin (series) - kanekisfavouritegf

yuuji oh my god, pretty - lokissweater virgin!yuji x virgin!reader - nana-au bff & virgin!yuji - nana-au yuji x f!reader - ickyuji

megumi best friend megumi fushiguro - onismdaydream megumi's birthday - mommypeick first time having sex is awkward - wild-jackaloupe how to fuck 101 - chosok-amo i think i'm ready - romantichomocide95 first time - megvmijx

yuta that boy is mine! i can't wait to try him! - rosesaints gummy bear - loveanddeepdick right here - love-jelly smile, you're on camera - seraphdreams

choso virgin!choso - teasingchoso choso kamo x f!reader - jaegerdilf mind body and soul - admirxation cherry blossoms ( 1 2 3 4 5 ) - sellenite cherry smoke clouds - kleftiko he's such a (hot) looser - classyrbf emo boy - krys4h

toji sins of the flesh - semisgroupie

taboo crush - spideyyeet best friend's dad - nanaslut

sukuna virgin!sukuna - screampied

etc jjk!boys x virgin!fem reader v!rgin killa - screampied asking the jjk characters to take your virginity - nanaslut cherry popper - satorusugurugirl

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baobei-bu · 5 months ago

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happy halloween

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strawb3rryhachi · 21 days ago

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JJK MEN LINKS

TOJI FUSHIGURO

He couldn’t help himself after the shop clerk flirted with you

So deep!

p*ssydrunk

he’s so mean ):

finally giving you that baby you’ve been begging for

NANAMI KENTO

he’s so fucking huge

office pet

what was he supposed to be doing again?

brat taming

helping nanami stay in shape (:

GOJO SATORU

you were a brat so gojo’s making you do all the work ):

“just sit back and let me take care of you”

naughty girls get punished

time to make an heir!

first time seeing each other after a long mission

GETO SUGURU

before the cult meeting

his favorite way to relax after a long day

in front of all his followers

his only exception to hating non-sorcerers <3

first time without a condom ):

SUKUNA RYOMEN

Punishment

training

sukuna’s favorite pet

open wide!

2 hours in…

CHOSO KAMO

choso’s punishment):

he loves to please you

he just wants to feel you as close as possible

he’s desperate for you ):

choso’s payback

Pt. 2 here

enjoy (: remember you have to be logged into twitter (:

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ANACONDA! 𝜗𝜚

❤︎ sum. pov: when his dick’s bigger than a tower and you’re definitely not talking about eiffels. nanami, choso, ijicihi, sukuna, gojo, toji, geto.

warnings. fem! reader, unprotected, condom breaks, unrealistic dick analysis, manhandling, size differences, happy trailsss, stretching reader silly, gaping, overstim, tummy bulges, true form! sukuna, finishing early, sukuna uses an extra mouth, breedıng, cęrvix kissing, spanks, usage of "mommy", degradation, squırting, mild daddy kink, multiple rounds, praise, petnames.

an. MY ANACONDA DONT-

✩ ˛˚ . IJICHI KIYOTAKA.

ijichi’s the type of guy who’s not actually aware of how big he really is - especially whenever he’s inside you.

he swears every time feels like the first time, and his eyes nearly bulge out of his sockets once you ask him in that sweet, airy voice to ‘try a new position.’

“o- oh..” he loudly gulps, nearly choking on the round adam’s apple that bobs at the back of his dry throat. you’re sat on his lap with your back facing the other way. puffy, cloudy breaths that spilled from his lips brush against your shoulder as he feels the lush slickness of your cunt aligning against his cherry-red tip. “hngh-” ijicihi grunts, feeling the mattress beneath you both dip from the overwhelming pounds of rickety, recoiling weight. “when you said you wanted to stretch your legs,” he continues, hearing that breathy ‘lil gasp glide from your glossed lips once he hooks his bare arms underneath your raised legs.

“didn’t- didn’t think this is what you meant, m’love, heh-”

he’s very thick, and you whimpered as the weight of your sticky near-shut thighs sharply slaps! back down onto his legs after each bounce.

“s- so perfect, ride it like it’s yours, pleaseplease, fuck-” ijichi hisses, bringing an arm to wrap around your twisting torso. ijichi’s other hand was glued to your waist as your cunt was just brutally torturing him with its dewy wetness.

“mhm-” you whined, hearing his huffing breaths pick up from behind you. one of ijichi’s weaknesses was you riding him - riding him in reverse.

and, fuck- it was just the way your ass prettily twirled itself ‘round in such hypnotic, slow-motion circles. you’re riding him oh-so good that the black bridge of his glasses becomes crooked on his face. it’s a simple, small detail but it’s also cute — and he grumbles, struggling to reposition them back on your face as your ass continued to ruthlessly slam back onto his throbbing cock.

“ijichiii- right there, baby. that s- spot, mhm, riiiight there ngh-”

“pussy’s just- hah, swallowing me,” he groans, gluing both palms to your rocking waist. his tip that’s a bruised, ruddy shade of red massages its way thoroughly against your g-spot again, and again, and again.

as you’re making sure to relax your shuddering knees against his thighs, you continued to move—rocking back ‘n forth against his lap. “so…. so hot when you grind against me like… th- oh, fuck-”

ijichi’s curtly cut off by one by a familiar feeling he knew all too well. there’s a tangled, knotting core that’s burning in the lower pit of his stomach, and the pads of his damp thumbs were practically melting into your glossy, sweaty skin. “ ‘jichi, spank me.”

“spank you?” he repeats sheepishly, averting his hooded eyes down toward your cunt that’s just leaking.

your mess started to coat against your thighs, streaming from between the cracked crevices of your legs as you kept up your unsteady rhythm. it’s a big, nice stretch that left you humming in contempt after each inch, causing your back to arch even further.

you gave him a nod, and you purposely slowed yourself against his cock as your back leaned forward in such a lewd, filthy manner. with a cute, teasing wriggle of your ass, you heard ijichi smokily groan out a timid, ‘oh my’ once he pauses his thrusts for a moment just to see how full he was stuffing you.

“ ‘kay,” he swallows, feeling his pulsating tip twitch at the sudsy sight of a glittery white ring starting to form around his base.

he’s close - he’s so so close, and ijichi wasn’t sure of how much more he could take. with a single, echoing slap! his hand swats against your right ass cheek and you moaned, craning your head moderately to look at him from behind.

ijichi’s so flustered, and the second his palm made direct contact with your stinging ass, he gulps. “are you- was that okay? ‘m sorry, m’ love.”

“ ‘s fine, baby,” you reassured him, taking a wheezing breath once you continued to feel your insides squeezing around his overwhelming size. ijichi wasn’t even moving anymore—he was just lying back as you were still arched over, facing the opposite direction. his tip’s more flushed than ever, and you let off a soft gasp once you felt his weighty cock leaaaan further inside of your sloppy cunt. “here- let me get on top.”

“okay-” he thickly swallows, groaning once he hears the wet sound of his dick temporarily pulling out of you. ijichi’s entire body was just glistening with sweat, and you could almost see his hazed, half-open irises form into hearts. he was downright pussydrunk, and as you softly laid him back once more, this time - you were straddling him while facing him directly.

a hitched breath held itself in his throat as he stole another greedy glimpse of you — your natural, radiant glow that complimented your skin from the cracked open window as you started to re-align yourself. “hold my hips, ijichi,” you cooed, leaning up close to his face.

his usually neatly slick-parted hair’s a mess. it’s all ruffled and unkempt with a few onyx strands wetly sticking to his perspiring forehead. ijichi moans, hearing the slick plap of your pretty pussy falling back down on his lengthy cock, and the knee-buckling stretch makes itself known yet again.

ijichi brings shaky, callused hands toward your waist at your cooing command, trying to steady your movements as you did a seductive figure eight with your rocky hips. “fuck, baby, thankyouthankyou,” he starts to babble, and you whimpered, feeling the many prominent veins that resided on and around his shaft. his head briefly tilts back as his pink, glossed lips pry open. “s- soooo good, so fuckin’ good-” and as he’s rambling, ijichi lets off a faint, husky whine.

within seconds, he ends up spurting right into you, erupting finally as his legs gave out beneath you. ijichi trembled underneath you as he gripped your hips tighter, his bottom lip cutely quivered. his knitted, black brows furrowed at his current state as he cums.

it’s thin, stringy ropes that even make ijichi gasps as he stuffs you to the brim, and he whispers out an embarrassed ‘shit.’

“hah- baby, did you jus’ cum?” you breathed with a sleazy smile, surprising his quavering rosy lips with a single wet kiss. he whines against your lips in response, nodding weakly as he’s still spasming. it’s so hot, and as he’s still filling you up, you playfully remove his crooked glasses that sat on the bridge of his pointy nose. “good boy.”

“all . . yours,” he replied with a shy half-grin, watching as you put his glasses on your face. even now with blurred, misty vision, you could still see the slightly distorted facial expression that was painted against ijichi’s abased face. as the sloshing, wet squelches from below continued, ijichi brings yet another spank toward your ass.

unlike last time—it’s much harder than before, and you quietly yelped at the rude slap! before meeting his hungry, cunt-drunk gaze.

“babyy-” he grumbled, guiding both rough palms to squeeze each globe of your ass. his cum’s nearly finished filling you, and ijichi starts to sloppily roll your waist against his cock again with both hands. immediately, you’re moving once more and you’re moaning whilst his creamy tip’s starting to sink its way inside of your dripping pussy for its nth time.

“don’t- don’t stop,” ijichi groans, and his husky tone sounds almost needy. the outdated boxspring starts to creak again, and he’s just empty-brained. you made him cum so easily and yet - he only wanted more.

“keep hah- moving this pretty ass, m’love,” ijichi pants, pushing the bridge of his glasses back against your nose. he always thought seeing you wear his glasses were cute, and sometimes it even turned him on . . like now.

“ride it- ride me like i’m yours, f- fuck me, please mommy-” he begged, burying his face into your neck. “hah- ride me good ‘till i make another m.. mess mhm-”

✩ ˛˚ . GOJO SATORU.

satoru’s not thick - he’s long, very and he knows it.

“one,” satoru whispers, watching with bleary-cerulean eyes as your cunt tries to bare around his middle finger. it’s a nice and wide stretch, and your jaw drops once he’s starting to insert another. it’s so lengthy, and your chest cutely deflates once you hear his low, cheeky giggle from behind you.

bastard.

“twooo,” and you’re whimpering, feeling both digits scissor inside of your wet pussy. “aw, c’mon, wifey. if you can’t take my fingers what makes you think you can handle me, hm?”

“satoruuu-” the pretty, repetitive cries of his name that fell from your lips were a tune he’d always grown to love.

between the sprawled arc of your thighs, you were just soaked - dripping, putting actual faucets to shame as you covered the entirety of his lanky fingers with your glossy essence.

in the very lower depths of your fluttering stomach, you’re feeling that known brewing pool of heat stir stir stir - tickling all through your insides before he sloppily pulls his sticky fingers out. “oh, i know, wet girl. iiiii know,” satoru gruff whispers, slightly raising his voice to purposely talk over your moans.

right as his pointed fingers slide their way from between your folds, your cunt spits out a cacophony of wet sloshes that makes him snicker. “she’s so talkative today. cute.”

“ngh- just f- fuck me already,” you’d whine, lying flat on your stomach. you’re gnawing on your bottom lip like it’s some saccharine piece of candy - its flavor being unfortunately tasteless except for the occasional presence of your sugary-sweet saliva. “pleaseplease, don’t tease me, ‘toru-”

“better be a good girl and sit up for me then,” satoru rasps, bringing his leaky shaft towards your slick-glossed slit. even with his long, slender fingers now out of your cunt, you could almost still feel his digits pump inside of you.

how his fingers would just stretch, stretch stretch. with the way satoru would easily explore your pussy with just a few fingers and reached each and every sensitive spot, you were starting to really think if his long fingers were actually six inches.

one hard slap against your cunt with satoru’s blushing tip brings you right back to brutal reality. “mhm, are you gonna be a pretty wet wife for me ‘n open?”

god - even the head of his cock was big, and your wet, lips were already forming into a surprised ‘o’ shape once he’s starting to ease himself in. satoru’s heavy base was so wide, and you were sure you’d feel every barreling inch trying to pummel into your slick core.

he’s got a vastly broad shape with his tip too, and he never failed to make you feel those deliciously, coarse ridges.

your head’s practically smushed into your fluffed pillow as your teeth softly snag against the frilly beige edges. “mmngh-”

“let’s see how many inches ‘till ya pop,” satoru hums, lining up his pearly crowned tip against your drooling entrance. your breath started to quicken at a rapid speed once you felt his slender fingers trace a path down your waist. “arch for me, girl- yeaaah,” satoru lowly encouraged, and you whimpered once he’s aligning his rounded tip against your weeping cunt.

with such quick ease, he slides his way inside right as you arch your back over the extra pillow that sits beneath your tummy. satoru’s dick always knew every spot to hit. he loved more than anything to treat your cute ‘lil g-spot as a target, whacking into it every time with perfect, sloppy accuracy. massaging your gripping walls with each rigid thrust was his favorite too, and he adored hearing your raw, whiny voice scream for more.

“ugh-” you’d whine, piercing the top row of your teeth into the fluffed pillow in front of you. satoru felt you spasming and clenching around his length. you could feel each twitch of his cock inside of you once he started to bestially pound into your core. “ ‘toru, you’re- hah- stretchin’ me so good, think ‘m gonna cum, fuck-”

sharp, harsh slaps of skin filled the room as satoru continued to drill into your sweet cunt. he leans way into your ass, bringing a hand toward your hips. “bet you are, angel,” satoru groans, feeling that familiar heat stir its way ‘round the lower depths of his stomach. it’s steadily arising, and his skin that grinds above yours felt like it was melting. “fuck, might just cum too. oh fuck-”

satoru’s buried to the hilt and he groans once his hips rattled against you. each papping slap against the skin makes you both dizzy, and you whimper once his tip gently bruises its way deep into your cervix with sticky, tender kisses.

it’s only three pounding hits and you’re gasping, while satoru’s hands firmly grip your waist. “s- satoruuu-” you’d whine, and you’re gushing all over his cock.

as you’re succumbing into sweet reverie, your legs violently twitch and he’s groaning. the coil residing inside of his stomach finally snaps - and he’s cumming with you, dumping a filthy thick ‘n creamy load far deep into your womb. it’s hot and sloppily pours inside of you like spilling molasses.

“ugh- didn’t know my girl was a bit of bit of a soaker,” satoru pants with a sly smile, wiping the sheet of sweat that covered a good portion of his pale forehead. his fingers rub against the blindfold that’s halfway hanging on his head — barely just above his eyes so that he can see. darting his navy, blue eyes down towards your sobbing clit, satoru smears his thumb against your wet entrance.

“well, how ‘bout that,” satoru throatily groans, diagonally swirling his thumb around your flooded pussy. gradually, he pulls out, and sticky, white ropes of cum start to pour from your slippery folds. the narrow head of his dick twitches at the sight, and satoru leans down to lap his reddened, pink tongue against your viscous folds. “hngh- hold still, angel.”

“satoru-” you’d moaned, feeling one of his hands lift your leg as his tongue fully rolled itself out of the cave of his mouth, slurping you clean. “what are you-”

he cups his plump lips ‘round your pussy, batting his white lashes shut before giving your dripping pussy a soft spank.

“shhh, baby. ‘m trying… to eat, have some class,” and satoru snatched his blindfold from behind his head, wiping his mouth with it like a handkerchief.

“now, spread those pretty legs ‘n let me finish my meal, heh. pretty please?”

✩ ˛˚ . SUKUNA RYŌMEN.

two words: monster cock.

without a doubt, sukuna’s most likely gonna split you open. especially whenever he’s in his true form because, at that point, your cunt’s just asking to be obliterated.

thick and long with veins galore.

sukuna was more of a shower and rarely ever trimmed. his happy trail’s nothing but pink, and starting down his navel — the pink, curly hair began.

sukuna always had a slight bend with a crimsoned, narrow head. the base of his cock was gruesomely large, and would always curve upwards inside of you after each pivotal thrust. he even had a bit of foreskin shielding the head of his strawberry-colored tip.

“fuck-” sukuna grumbles, wrapping all four arms around your waist, holding you in a securely tight grasp.

seven seconds - it’s only been seven literal seconds since his dick’s slipped out of you and he’s already feral.

to say you’ve milked sukuna dry round after round was the understatement of the century. you’re whimpering as your nose buried into the crook of his neck, getting a nice waft of his strong, peppery scent.

seven seconds and he’s already missing the way your pussy cutely opened and closed around him, clamping down on him tight while holding his cock hostage.

“ ‘m gonna cum again,” he groans, sloppily tossing his hips quicker against your slick core.

“hngh- ‘kuna, don’t stop,” you’d whine, bucking your hips forward. as your slick body grinds against his, you could feel his chiseled ripped abdomen rub against your skin. “mmh,” you’d gasp, feeling two of his lower arms grab at the fleshy globes of your perk ass. “so big, s- sooo fuckin’ big, ‘m not gonna-”

you moaned once he suddenly pulled out, swiftly making you get on all fours.

“wha-” slap!

you’re biting back another incoming moan once sukuna’s swollen tip barbarically mashes itself against your dripping pussy.

your trembling legs shook and your drooling lips parted, shaping into a dramatic ‘o’ once heard the wet sloshes of your folds again. as sukuna watches the narrow tip of his dick disappear in between your folds before you then started to feel something else.

a slippery, wet tongue licks against your puckering hole and your eyes widen. “is- is that-”

“my hand, girl,” sukuna gruffs, softly pushing your head into the plushy pillow. it only takes a few seconds before he starts up his cruel, demonic pace again. “this way i can taste you while splittin’ this ruinin’ ngh- pussy,” and a sweet sob rips out of your throat the moment he slams his hips into you.

the length of sukuna’s cock always scratched such a carnal itch in your brain. you’re humming, clinging onto the pillow in front of you while hearing his crisp, low growls from behind you. “ass fuckin’ up, don’t get lazy.”

sukuna’s hips dip inward and your eyes bulged.

the thickness of his cock plugged you in so full, and you’re babbling the same whiny cacophonies of his name. “uuugh- ‘kuna,” and he’s still holding up his right palm against your ass. when he told you he could form extra mouths on any part of his body, you thought he was joking.

slurp after slurp and the dripping tongue attached to his palm licked ‘round your hole again, greedily lapping up the lustrous strings of slick that poured between your folds. “hngh- you’re so nasty-”

“what’s nasty is this sloppy cunt,” he snarls, loudly talking over the loud, clashing sounds of both sync hips. even the bed beneath you both sounded like it was clinging onto its final hinges. after each bucking thrust, sukuna’s fat tip reaches deeper and deeper ‘till it surprises your g-spot.

you squealed, digging your teeth into the edge of your pillow. sukuna angles his hips, still allowing his hand to swirl its hot pink tongue around your hole before getting a few nips at your teary pussy.

“mngh- she’s always got something to say, just like her sloppy owner- fuck-”

as you’re bouncing up and down on his length, your eyes widened once you felt the ridged curve of his sukuna’s cock attempt to rummage toward your fluttering cervix. once he slaps a single thrust into that particular spot, your thighs immediately collapse and you’re left mewling against his ear.

“ ‘m cumming-” you gasped, swinging your hips against his lap at a much quicker speed. all four of sukuna’s bulky arms caged you in, and each drilling pump of his cock had you stammering on your words. “fuck, fuckfuck-” you’d repeat, and once you finally let go, you softly dug your teeth into his neck.

“easy, little one, ride it out,” sukuna snickers, grabbing ahold of your unsteady hips. his size was just so big - so overwhelming.

every thick inch of him was just buried inside of your slippery cunt, and you’re just shaking on top of him. colorless, sheeny slick trickled down both of your pried open thighs as your airy aerates against his neck. “good girl, wet girl - but good i suppose,” he groans, feeling his cock tighten inside of you.

your muscles were contracting as you started to slow down, and judging by sukuna’s flushed face, you knew he was getting close too. the demon growls out an off-guard groan, squeezing a hand against your ass before wearily slouching back against the bed.

“hey-” he grumbles, spotting the sudden playful glint in your eye. your palms land on his bare, sweaty chest and you’re now straddling him.

“lie- lie back, ‘kuna,” you huffed, still struggling to catch your breath. your dripping cunt was still throbbing and you felt a bit of pudge near the lower pit of your tummy. he really was that big.

teasingly, you rocked your hips a bit forward and watched as sukuna actually whined this time for you instead of groaning. “can you do that?”

sukuna didn’t last long though, because despite just how big he was - he was a bit weak.

as you pressed a wet kiss against his lips while your fingers brushed past his neglected nipples, right at that exact moment, sukuna cums.

“make it qui- f- fuck-”

✩ ˛˚ . NANAMI KENTO.

nanami’s always been big and he’s always been a bit shy about it.

he’s real big and thick with the sun-kissed tip of his cock a bright reddish-pink. tall, girthy even longer stretch and you’d be feeling him everywhere without question.

with how shiny and pearly the head of his tip is, it practically glimmers with the help of the glossy tears of pre-cum spewing down the veiny sides. nanami’s so big that he’d leave you walking side to side after a few rounds—poor wobbly legs trying to support themselves the best they could.

“ ‘m gonna… hah- need you to hold your legs up for me,” he’d groan, sucking in a faint sharp breath once his rouged, creamy tip slaps back against his stomach. “put ‘em up and over like that - atta girl, gooood,” and his voice lowers, gruffly pitching deeper at each ringing slap of tender flesh.

“oh, sweetheart, where do you think you’re going?” nanami lowly hums, reeling your hips back into place. you’re in such a position—gasping whilst his cock’s easing its way into you. “mhm- bare ‘round me just like that, sweet girl- fuck,” he swallows, feeling his rip abs tighten at your warmth. as he’s slowly rocking you back into him, you slam straight down against his lap.

a wet, sloshing squelch sounds from between your legs and you yelped out a sweetened, “s- shit,” once his tip kisses its way near your convulsing g-spot. within a single thrusting thrust, he’s reached that spot that had you seeing nothing but a galaxy of stars. “ken- kento, so f- fuckin’ big, ugh-” you babbled, turning cross-eyed in just seconds.

“c’mon, let me my sweet girl from here,” he quietly rasps, linking his arms underneath your thighs.

you’re whining loudly, biting down fiercely on your slackened jaw as he’s now just basically helping you bounce up and down on his dick.

with the way you moved, lazily rotating your hips, you imitated a seesaw. he’s just huge, figuratively and literally, and nanami gently brings a big hand toward your waist.

“that’s it, pretty girl. show me those gorgeous . . hah- fuckin’ hips. move for me, all for me, honey- yeah,” he groans, tilting his head back at the sloppy slaps of skin clouding his judgment.

nanami had you bouncing on his cock while both of your knees were bent. it’s the perfect position to just feel his long, lengthy cock stretch its way in and out of you. clammy, grabby hands of yours tried to hold onto him so you don’t fall, and he finds the entire scene cute.

nanami was a hardworking man - a very hardworking man. one of his favorite things was to of course, return home to you, his sweet ‘n doting wife but another one of his favorite things was to fuck you after a long day.

he had immense amounts of stamina, and he always said that this was a good “recharge.”

“mngh- look at how good i stretch you out, sweetheart,” nanami breathes, changing positions to where your back’s turned the other way. a mirror was in front of the both of you near the wall, and nanami cupped a hand beneath your chin that was just covered with your dripping drool.

“my wife always knows how to… hah- take me.” and you moaned, darting your eyes down to see your dripping cunt hovering over his scarlet-red tip.

from each lengthy side, it’s painted with a plethora of blue-tinted veins. it’s almost pretty, and you spotted a few blond hairs garnish around his full base.

a miry, clear string of your slick spats out of your pussy while nanami starts to rub circles ‘round your teary folds. you whimpered inaudible wails of the two syllables of his name, rolling your eyes back in erotic pleasure once his fat thumb slides a direct path down toward your palpitating clit.

“ ‘ken, please- don’t tease me,” and your words were so whiny. while he’s playing with you, you’re still just barely hovering above his flushed tip. you’re staring at the lewd reflection of yourself in the mirror, shamefully throbbing at the sight of your legs widely spread for nanami.

with a soft slap, his hand gently whacks against your cunt and you mewled, flopping back against his blond, hairy chest. “please-”

“can never say no to my wet girl,” nanami gruffly whispers against your neck, bringing a torrid, sticky kiss near your exposed collarbone.

the king-sized bed underneath the two of you constantly sunk inward from both pounds of weight before you squealed. nanami aligns his fat tip against your dribbling slit before grabbing the back of your hand, and kissing it.

“ah- watch,” he softly cranes your chin back to face yourself in the mirror, tilting your head down to look straight at your hungry cunt that’s already swallowing his girthy inches.

“that’s it, f- fuck, looks like she’s so good for me too. good and… hah- sooo wet.”

✩ ˛˚ . CHOSO KAMO.

choso’s always been quite the packer and he’s sometimes the type to get a bit timid of his size. condoms always hated to see him coming, because they never lasted a chance, and in some cases, neither did you.

undoubtedly, choso’s thick and long with a slightly untrimmed build. it’s got a cute, flushed shade of vermillion that darkens a few hues every moment it spends inside of your slobbering pussy.

“ ‘m sorry, ‘m . . sorry, baby,” choso whines against your neck, swallowing each tasteless gulp that travels toward the back of his tongue as he frantically pistons his bucking hips inside of you.

he can’t help but click his tongue in sheer annoyance - feeling the constant rubbery material of his condom stretching in and out of you.

after each deep stroke, each slapping thrust, choso’s heart starts to pick up.

it’s going a mile a minute as he’s now just straight-up jackhammering his fat cock into you. his crowned tip explores all erogenous zones of your sensitive clit, kissing against each spot ‘till you sobbed in harmonic pleasure. “ ‘s okay, don’t stop- fuck, keep goin’ choso, yeahyeah, hngh-” you whimpered, holding onto him tight.

but one particular thrust wasn’t like any other.

it’s a loud, stretchy pop sound that sounds from between your legs, and choso freezes.

he lets off a small whine, feeling himself leak in the condom that’s now broken. it snapped, and the material could barely hold itself together anymore. “oops,” he lets out a shaky sigh, pressing his sweat-polished forehead against yours. “sor-”

“stop saying sorry, baby,” you tenderly reassured him, cupping his face. choso’s sweating from all angles and his lips form into a pout before you sneak a kiss against his lips. “hah- you can try raw this time if you-”

“r… raw-” choso’s breathily repeats under his breath. his aching hips remained snugly fit inside of you as he was buried inside with the snapped rubber. choso couldn’t even think straight - the only thing he was doing was nearly salivating at the mental image of being inside you raw.

once he took it off, there’d be nothing between the two of you — just raw skin against skin, nude balmy flesh slapping against flesh. choso groaned, feeling a sudden fullness in his balls before he nipped near your neck. “okay..”

after a few exhilarating rounds with the condom still on, you introduced the ‘mating press’ to choso once - just once, and he’s become nothing more than a fiend for your pussy.

he’s addicted, and he’s groaning as he’s pushing both of your knees toward the center of your chest, quickly getting a grasp of the position you rambled about.

“i need- i need ‘ta feel you again,” he whines gruffly, sliding his lengthy cock out between your folds. it’s a popping, sloshing splat sound that rings from between your legs and he could feel your body beneath him already aching for more. “hah- without this fuckin’ rubber,” and choso pauses, widening his dark baggy eyes before softly laying his dick against your tummy. “pleaseee…”

“g- go ‘head,” you moaned, giving him a firm head nod once you know the exact question he was asking. choso wanted to take off the condom - but, he always knew to ask you first. you could’ve sworn as soon as you complied, you saw his mahogany irises form into cute ‘lil hearts. “take it off, baby.”

right away, choso snatches the rubber off of his length, groaning once the breeze of cool air wafts against his reddened tip. after he tosses it in the garbage bin, he sighs yet again. “mngh-” he grunts, catching you staring at his cock’s head that’s a deep, ruddy shade of red.

his stubby tip’s so fat and round, perfectly plump with the right amount of ridges to make your legs nearly collapse. your poor thighs trembled, and he’s then starting to gingerly whack whack whack the creamy, glowy tip of his cock against your puffy slit.

“hah- keep these knees up, baby,” he murmurs, bringing a thumb to swipe across your tender nipples. hic- can you do that for me? hold ‘em up nice and high?”

“mhm,” you gave him a nod, pulling his buried head up from the crook of your neck. cupping both of his rosy-tinted cheeks, you pressed a sweet, soft kiss against his lips. choso whimpers against your lips, sloppily jerking his hips into yours before you feel himself starting to re-align himself. “choso- fill me up again, don’t stop.”

“ ‘m gonna make this tummy all nice and round again, promise,” choso grunts, sneaking a palm before circling it around the center of your stomach. “hngh- open up for me, baby. open up-”

he bites his bottom lip, feeling how your sloppy cunt immediately squeezed around his cock. with your knees pressed high up against your chest, you nearly felt like choso’s body weight alone was squishing you.

you whimpered at each gaping stretch, tossing your weak arms over his sweat-glossed shoulders. “f..fuck,” you’d whine, feeling choso’s burly body shudder from your misty breath that ghosts against his earlobe. “choso, c- chosoooo-” and more and more inches disappear inside of your cunt.

like always - your convulsing walls couldn’t help but hug ‘round him tight as he continued to vigorously bully his way inside. choso’s weight lays on top of you and you watch as his face cutely contorted.

he’s literally melting inside you, biting his lip while feeling the slick rawness of your pussy gripping tightly against him. “i love you, love you so mu- fuck-” he hiccups, continuing to hold on tight to your pushed knees that’s cutely shoved to your chest.

his tip stretched fully inside you, and you’re whimpering once you felt choso’s hips rattle against yours. “ugh- baby, can’t… can’t hold it,” he groaned, and choso barely lasts a few more sloppy, hard pumps before he’s cumming. his chin falls into your chest as he groans, squeezing his dark lashes shut.

“fuck-” he quietly mewled, shivering at the sudden feeling of your hands grabbing onto his slim waist. a parched, hot load spills inside of you and you feel his hips rattle against your core again.

choso’s face retreated inside the warmth of your shoulder before he murmurs out an embarrassed ‘ah fuck’.

your limp body writhes underneath him and you’re letting off languid gasps once you could still feel the faint stretches of his lengthy cock piercing inside of you. dewy, sticky tears stuck to choso’s lashes before he sat up to look at you, and you moaned once he brought a chaste kiss to your lips.

“raw, one more… pleaseplease,” and as he’s still dumping a hot load into you, you felt him trying to pin your legs over your head. “i- i wanna go raw again, baby,” and you knew you were screwed the second you saw that sly, cunt-drunk grin plastering on his lips.

“heh, pretty please-”

✩ ˛˚ . TOJI FUSHIGURO.

toji’s huge - he’s huge and he fuckin’ knows it too.

he’d be a good estimate of a staggering seven or eight inches and oh, did he know how to rearrange your guts. his dick’s just heavy, abnormally thick with a slouching curve that makes his hips lazily bend forward whenever he pounds into you. he’s so girthy too, and the appetizing bulk you always feel inside of you makes you drool even more the moment he’s pumping in fat inch after inch into you.

“ ‘s not… gonna fit-”

“trust me, baby, it’ll fit,” toji murmurs, placing a rugged palm on the center of your tummy. a thumb of his drags down your navel, and you’re whimpering once you realize he’s only halfway in. toji fushiguro being halfway in was usually equivalent to being fully in. “ ‘sides, trained her well… heh. now gimme that arch, girl. yeah, you got it.”

oh, fuck.

that stretch was always the best part too.

your tongue had a pool of treacly saliva keeping the inside of your mouth company as he was practically splitting your cunt open. ‘mmmpf’ after ‘mmmpf’ and your muffled moans almost sounded like hums. there’s a few prominent veins wrapped around toji’s dick as he’s leisurely ramming himself inside of you. “gimme that pretty stretch, baby,” he groans, pressing a palm against the center of your tummy.

you whined, linking a leg around his slim waist before more inches got swallowed by your dripping cunt. toji’s brawny body was careful not to crush you - just almost, and you felt his untrimmed, curly chest hair tickle against your tummy. “thereeee she fuckin’ is— mmph,” he lowly growls, hinting at your tender g-spot once his plump tip gives it a single tap.

as toji’s body hovers over you - all you’re staring at is each and every lightning-shaped vein that pulses through his beefy biceps. from the neck down, he’s smeared in a pool of his sweat, and he’s now softly piercing his teeth into your left shoulder. the edge of his rough lip scar bristles against your skin whilst he’s finally snugly fit inside. you braced for impact, and a single thrust felt like you were gonna break. toji then starts to rock into you, feeling you cutely tremor beneath him as his bushy happy trail pricks against your tummy after each salacious stroke.

once he begins up his notoriously, insane pace, toji surprises your frantic pussy with a single thrust that nearly snatches your breath away. “f… fuck!” you’d squeal, clawing your nails into his back. it was just one thrust - one single thrust, and you were already spasming underneath him. “d- daddy, fuuuck-”

“who?” toji hums, softly lifting one of your legs, carelessly tossing it over his shoulder. you’re panting as his agonizingly slow, precise thrusts continue.

hooded, droopy eyes of yours do a quick scan down toji, and first — it lands on his slight beer belly. it’s not that big, but it’s nice ‘n round, plump from all sides with a dark fluffy patch of chest hair painting the entirety of his body from the neck down. the carpets match the drapes for sure, and you moaned once toji’s hips rolled into you with a single impactful slam.

“tojiiii-” you mewled, prying his hand away from your spit-dripping lips, hearing the constant snarling groans of the weak boxspring below you both.

toji snickers, sneaking both big hands toward your snapping hips before drawing circles around your skin with the tips of his thumb. “nah, y’didnt say that, girl,” and you whined, feeling him pull out for a second just to slap his tanned, leaking tip against your puffed pussy. from your poor, swollen clitoral hood—you’re drooling with arousal and you just couldn’t help it.

cotton filled your ears as your lips shifted to a cute, chastened pout. “tooojii-” and that earned another slap of his tip against your wet pussy. the wet slosh that echoed from between your thighs always made him groan, and toji brought a few more kisses toward your ankle as he brought your raised leg up to his lips.

“ah ah, dirty girl. repeat y’erself for me,” he clicks his tongue, his gruff tone sounding like nothing more than fake pity. you mewled out a sweet ‘lil tune of incoherent whimpers that translated into soft ‘oh fuck’s’ and ‘pleaseplease’ once he’s re-aligning his reddened, split tip. your leg’s still tossed over his shoulder and you whined, feeling the flat of his palm gently press down on your tummy. “go on.”

“d.. daddy-” you spoke rawly, seeing the amused glint in toji’s eye. he hummed, watching the way your lips quivered and twitched. toji’s dick was just so rude, it had no types of manners whatsoever and you ended up choking on your moan once you felt yourself gaping. sultry-sweet mewls depart from your lips once he starts up another pace again, and he then tosses your other leg over his shoulder. “hngh- fuck me, fuck me, ugh- there, pleaseplease.”

toji’s speed was always relentless. he had the speed of a thoroughbred horse. not to mention, you probably looked a mess beneath him. he had not one but both of your legs lazily thrown over his shoulder whilst he was just fucking you downright stupid.

the stout of his cerise-colored tip was just so big ‘n narrow-shaped that it was splitting you open with each thrust. with bulged, widened eyes, you let off a gargled moan once you felt a bit of a tiny pudge in your tummy.

“mhm, there’s that cute bulge, babygirl,” he groans, lowering his head to rest between your chest. toji brings his lips toward your bare, bouncing breasts and he takes a moment to flick his tongue against each of your nipples. you moaned your first initial instinct to feel on his naturally buff triceps. all you’re hearing above you was the occasional wet pops of toji’s mouth leaving your tits and the loud echoey slaps of hot skin.

“ ‘m gonna cummm,” you dragged out your words, hearing the breathy sound of your shaky voice pick up. rawly, he’s slamming his hips into you, unapologetically battering your pussy with each tormenting hit. you were seeing blurry blots of white within no time, and you were pretty sure you were on the brink of short-circuiting once toji’s fat, split tip struck itself against your cervix. “o- oh my goddd!”

a low, pitchy grumble scratches his smoky throat before he gives his hefty weight one solid shove against you. your clit’s just spasming as it’s continuously being stimulated, and at the same second, toji’s taunt muscles were flexing.

“ah, fuck,” he hisses, maintaining his firm grip on your legs that still hung over his tense shoulders. toji quite literally had you folded like a lawn chair. “damn- so cute when ya squeeze ‘round me right before you finish,” he jibes, already feeling the slippery trail of your arousal spill down your sprawled thighs.

you’re seeing nothing but a whole new world of white - bright, blinding white as the pit of your stomach ignites with a fire. you’re losing it underneath him as your thighs rapidly shake while he’s still buried balls deep.

“uugh-” your shrilling orgasm belts from your throat and toji presses his plump, hot lips against yours. as he’s savoring your lips, his ripped body continues to grind against yours. while you felt his dick twitch inside, feeling a wave of swarming butterflies reside in your tummy or maybe that was something else?

“atta- girl,” he pauses between sloppy, slick kisses. the sides of toji’s head were dripping with droplets and droplets of fresh sweat, and the aroma of both intimate bodies was stronger than ever. toji’s cock was continuously being hugged by your clingy walls that forevermore clenched around him internally. dark, jade eyes glance down at you before he gives your wet pussy a ‘praising’ pat.

“heh, good job i guess, but in my humblest opinion, baby, y’er cunt could use a bit more wor-”

“nobody . . asked you.”

“girl-”

✩ ˛˚ . GETO SUGURU.

it was probably the millionth stinging swat! that was sharply smacked against your sobbing, dripping pussy before you’re nothing but a speechless, whimpering mess.

“awwwh, don’t get shy on me, sweetheart,” geto gravelly purrs, using a free hand to crane your neck toward the mirror.

tightly, you clench down on your jaw as you’re just leaning back against geto’s bare chest. teeth-shatter orgasm after orgasm’s been ripped out of your raw, parched throat and you could let off the cutest, cooing ‘oooh’ once geto lifts you from his fat cock.

his tip—it’s red, a sanguine ruby red with each veiny side covered with prominent aroused veins. geto’s dick was so pretty though - the mere definition of pretty.

its got more of a dark tan from top to bottom, and it’s larger than average length. he’s got a cute, lazy curve that causes his shaft to lean more while stuffed inside you. near his base, it's decorated with black, semi-trimmed pubic hair that paints against bare skin.

best believe he has a happy trail too. starting at his navel, it’s a few curly specks of black hair that naturally trace further and further down his chiseled chest before reaching the lower spots of his skin.

geto’s harshly panting against the shell of your ear with his free hand starting to maneuver circles against your clit. “looook,” and you moaned the instant another mean slap! hits against your slick pussy.

bleary, half-open eyes of his meet yours, and your body instinctively reclines back against his chest. geto’s still wearing his robe while he’s having his way with you too. the fleecy, oversized sleeves of the cloth repeatedly tickled against your skin after each sloppy slam of your hips.

“hah- your eyes always widen a bit when i pinch your pretty clit likeee this-” and a loud, pitchy mewl escapes from your scratchy throat before his bulbous-shaped tip slides against your entrance. “don’t be scared to get a ‘lil loud, sweetheart. always… love that pretty voice when ‘m prying her—ugh, open.”

labored, raucous breaths left out of you as your quivering legs wobbled over him. geto’s dick was overly tall - especially while it stretched inside of your core, and you were biting back high-pitched whines once you flop back down on his lap. he’s got a bit of a hooked curve, and every time the head of his tip politely tapped its way against your g-spot, you whimpered. the prolonged length of geto always got you so wet, and he never minded letting you ride him.

“suguru, f- fuuuck-” you moaned quietly, tightly holding onto his knees. his cock’s just lodged inside, and you’re in the background, sobbing off those adorable wails once his tip’s just mercilessly lodging inside of your pussy.

“roll ‘em, roll those hips for me, shit-” he grunts, flaring his nostrils. swatting palm after palm against your rotating ass, geto laid his legs flat against the mattress.

dark, almond-shaped eyes peer towards your rear that’s just loudly slap slap slapping against his veiny cock and he sucks in a single shallow breath.

the length of his dick was so long, damn near never-ending as it explored through each part of your cunt, and you whimpered once you felt the head of his shaft thrash against your throbbing g-spot.

not once, not twice, not even thrice but four times..

the fat crown head of his shaft then starts meanly battering itself against a particular heart-shaped spot until you’re just babbling his name again and again. your jaw drops, and it feels like you are about to bend, break, or even snap in two. he’s big, very big, and every time he spanked your ass, you’re brought right back into reality.

“sugu- suguruuu, ‘m not gonna last-” you whine, hearing his gruff laughter from behind you. it felt like a tenfold increase of pleasure swelled within you and you’re just about there. a rippling wave surged through your tummy as you chased your high. it’s practically in arms reach.

it’s not ‘till geto’s angry, beat-red tip wetly slaps against your tender cervix twice and oh, you nearly become brain-dead. he’s reached so far, and for once, you were wordless with only the exception of a few croaking squeaks. “good girl, good fuckin’ ngh- girl,” geto grunts, wrapping a beefy arm around your waist.

you’re still bouncing on his cock in reverse when something in you finally snaps. you let off a long, five-second mewl as you’re cumming and it felt like every muscle in your body was spasming. you stilled your hips as you were coming to your titillating end after a few everlasting-like seconds, trying to catch your breath.

“goddamn-”

but apparently, geto couldn’t last much either because, within a blink of an eye, he’s cumming too - hard.

the sensitive head of his cock couldn’t contain itself any longer, and you moaning once you hear the slick sloshes of his cum dribble inside of you. it’s a hot, creamy batch that eventually overflows inside of you, leading to it spilling down the sides of your open thighs. “f- fuck,” geto drawls huskily between spurts, bringing both scarred hands toward your hips.

frothy, velvety rivulets of his mess start to stick against his thighs as you sit on his lap, not moving an inch. “ ‘m so… full, suguru-” you breathed, letting off an airy gasp of a sigh once you slouched back into his chest.

you felt geto’s rapid heartbeat behind you, and even now - he’s still cumming inside you, filling up your pretty pussy with ropes and ropes of drippy, hot cum.

“good girl,” he sighs, sneaking a kiss near the left side of your neck. you hummed silently before geto abruptly pulled you up from his lap, sitting up on the bed. “you can get even fuller though, sweetheart,” and your eyes widened once he suddenly lifted you off the bed with him. humming lowly, geto snickers before helping you re-align yourself back on his dripping, swollen tip while holding you in mid-air.

instinctively, your arms snaked around his clammy neck and you moaned once he had you in a literal standing-up position.

“up and at ‘em. let’s work on that stamina from this angle now, yeah, big girl?”

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manmuncher777 · 2 months ago

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Imagine Virgin!Choso who is just unaware how good his dick is.

He’s inexperienced obviously, and is getting lost in the pleasure you’re giving him.

“Fuck fuck fuck” you squeal out, each swear punctuated by the swift thrust of choso’s hips. You couldn’t stop the moans even if you tried. He was fucking you with such hunger it was a surprise you could still speak. His pace was incredible, so brutal yet he hardly seemed tired. His hips never faltering as he fucked himself deeper and deeper Choso lost it from the second he sunk inside you, watching in awe as your pussy greedily sucked in every single inch he gave. His jaw dropping open as he bottomed out. Listening to the sweet melody of your mewls from beneath him. As soon as he moved, there was nothing that would have been able to stop him, his hips snapping into you so fast, over and over again. His eyes eagerly trained on watching himself enter you. So focused that you were sure he had no idea that he was already about to make you cum a mere few minutes in. All he was processing was the noises of your slick cunt with each move he made His thick cock stretching you to so perfectly you couldn’t stop the rambling moans. With your legs chucked over his shoulders, it just meant he could reach even deeper inside you. “Fuck Cho~ so fucking good” that caused his eyes to snap up to you. First trailing over your tits that were bouncing with every thrust, and then landing on your fucked out face, screwed up in pleasure. He pretty red tip was bullying that soft spot inside of you, pushing deeper and deeper that you were sure you could feel him in your lungs. His eager strokes never ceasing. “Fuckin’ love your cock baby” praise was the only thing you could give the man as he fucked you into the mattress. That look on his face, a look or hunger, of need. It was like he was running on pure adrenaline, that would be the only thing to explain his feral pace. His almost crazed behaviour, the way he never once stuttered in his movements, those moans he let out. It was unlike anything you had ever seen, but you certainly weren’t complaining. There was no way he could be a virgin “R-Really?” His deep voice questioned, coming out as a strain. You would have answered him if something hadn’t cut you off “Holy Fuck- m’cumming!” You cried out, soaking his lower abdomen as you did. Your body squirmed as the pleasure wracked over you, his merciless thrusts still not stopping even as you began to squeal and whine with overstimulation Yes you really did love his cock

#jjk #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk smut #jjk fanfic #jujutsu kaisen choso #choso jjk #jjk choso #choso smut #choso #choso kamo smut #choso kamo

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makuzume · 11 months ago

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Jujutsu Kaisen Masterlist

Requests always open :: Default is gn!reader :: req rules

🏅Popular; ⭐️Author's Favs; 🚺Fem; 🚹Masc; 🌈Queer; 🔞 m!nors do not interact

SMAUs📱💬 (more in series list at the bottom👇)

🔅 Texting Them You're Pregnant 🚺

[Gojo, Nanami]🏅

[Geto, Ino]

[Sukuna, Toji] ⭐️

🔅 Texting Them During the Shibuya Incident

[Toji]

[Nobara, Shoko, Yuta]

🔅 Reacting to Your Handsome Photo 🚹

[Ino, Nanami, Gojo, Megumi]

[Choso, Toji, Shoko, Sukuna, Toge]

🔅 Giving Them A Cute Bento Box

[Megumi, Yuji, Yuta, Maki]

[Gojo, Ino, Geto]

🔅 They Forget About Your Birthday

[Part 1]

[Part 2]🏅

🔅 You "Forget" Their Birthday (As Revenge)🏅

[Part 1]

[Part 2.1 Toji/Nanami] [Part 2.2 Gojo/Geto]

🔅 You Betrayed and Used Them

[Part 1]

[Part 2.1] [Part 2.2]

🔅 [Failed Surprise For Your Birthday]

🔅 [Having a Girl Gym Trainor Prank] 🚺

🔅 [They Can't Open a Bottle/Jar]

🔅 [Texting Them "Have you seen my phone?"]

🔅 [Telling Them You're Bisexual] 🌈

🔅 [Confessing You're Getting a Top Surgery!] 🌈

🔅 [Asking You If They Can "Stack on it"] 🚹🔞

🔅 [They Try to Flirt! (They Don't Know How)] 🚹

🔅 They Ghost You (LDR Scenario)

[Part 1]

[Part 2]🏅

[Part 3.1] [Part 3.2] 🆕

🔅 [Texting You When They're Needy] 🔞🆕

Solo Character SMAUs

🔅 [Failed 35th Bday Surprise for Gojo!] 🆕

🔅 [Comforting Geto After the Riko Incident]

🔅 [bf! Sukuna Comforts Reader Having A Bad Day]

🔅 [bf! Sukuna Pretends to Know About Periods] 🚺

🔅 [Sukuna's POV: Asking Uraume About Periods] 🚺⭐️

Non-SMAU✍️📖 (long fic, headcannons, etc.)

🔅 [Toge Accidentally Uses his Cursed Speech on You] ⭐️

🔅 [The Last Time You Talk to Yuta]

🔅 [Reaction to Fixing Their Necktie]

🔅 [Sukuna Kills Yuji's Lover]

Jujutsu Kaisen Series List

smau:📱|| long fic:📖|| drabbles/headcannons:🗣️|| angst: 🥀|| fluff:🧸|| smut:🔞|| crack:🎭|| mature themes:⚠️|| mild of whatever category: 🤏

🇵🇭Filipino AU Series🇵🇭

In an alternate universe where the JJK characters live as... FILIPINOS??! (Crack!; No specific order; Various AUs) More PH references under "Artworks" section below👇

JJK Characters as Your Filo Delivery Rider 📱🎭⭐️

🔅Toge Accidentally Uses His Cursed Speech on You🔅

What becomes of Toge after the recent traumatic events from Shibuya? Will he be the same? How does it affect him? Worried, you were persistent to see him so you can comfort him, but hese complicated feelings caused him to unintentionally do the unthinkable.

i/ii. Part 1 and Part 2 📱📖🥀

iii. Part 3 📖🥀

iv. Part 4 📖📱🤏🥀/🧸

v. Part 5

🔅Artworks🔅

[Lumpiang Toge] 🇵🇭

[Sukuna Pin (SUKU-NA Ako Meme)] 🇵🇭

[When You're Just a Chill Gojo]

In the works: endless WIPs♾️

Although I absolutely love writing, I take some time to gather energy to make it since it's split between my hobbies and my art degree, so I hope you can be patient :)) (idm the inboxes asking for updates and sometimes you guys ask it in such a silly way XD)

👇Tags to find per character👇

#Choso.#Geto.#Gojo.#Ino.#Megumi.#Maki.#Nanami.#Nobara.#Shoko.#Sukuna.#Toge.#Toji.#Uraume.#Yuji.#Yuta.#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #masterlist

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shoot1ngst4r · 8 months ago

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going out of your way to search up [insert character] ANGST and all you get is smut

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valetoria · 5 months ago

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ུᩧ JJK TWITTER LINKS P3 !

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TOJI FUSHIGURO. ꒱‎

plap plap plap. ⋆ reversed cowgirl. ⋆ penetration + fingering. ⋆ demolishing your pussy. ⋆ exhibitionism. ⋆ pounding you from the back. ⋆ breath play. ⋆ you’re so easy to break. ⋆ riding him.

CHOSO KAMO. ꒱‎

jerking him off while making out. ⋆ choso being affectionate. ⋆ working your hand on him. ⋆ polite roughhousing. ⋆ worshiping you. ⋆ gameplay. ⋆ overstimulation. ⋆ 69ing. ⋆ bdsm.

NANAMI KENTO. ꒱‎

idk but the watch is soooo giving nanami. ⋆ thrusting inside his cute girl. ⋆ sitting on his lap. ⋆ wearing tiny skirts to get him to fuck you. ⋆ touching you. ⋆ what a pretty sight. ⋆ riding him.

GOJO SATORU. ꒱‎

his way of taking care of you. ⋆ backshots. ⋆ rubbing your clit. ⋆ mutual masturbation. ⋆ gojo coded. ⋆ folded missionary. ⋆ grinding yourself on him. ⋆ semi-public. ⋆ spooning you.

GETO SUGURU. ꒱‎

ghostface leaving you brainfucked. ⋆ cnc w ghostface. ⋆ helping you shove a dildo up your hole. ⋆ fingering you while pampering you with kisses. ⋆ fucking you too good. ⋆ bath sex.

SUKUNA RYOMEN. ꒱‎

nasty backshots. ⋆ he only feeds his cock to bimbos. ⋆ taped up cunt. ⋆ bdsm. ⋆ hes so mean when fucking you. ⋆ headlock. ⋆ at his service. ⋆ manhandling. ⋆ pounding you from below.

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tonycries · 1 month ago

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ATTACK ON P*SSY!

Synopsis. He’s a 10 but when you ask him to be rough…he goes 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, rough s, headlocks, hard and fast, manhandIing, dóggy, GOJO’S POWERS, tummy buIges, spítting, dúmbifícation, MARATHONS, jealous s (Nanami’s side), chokíng, leaving marks, cúmplay, p talking, breéding, cervíx kíssing, true form Sukuna, dp, Ino cries, pússydrunk men, they go FÉRAL, p sIapping, pet names, swéaring.

A/N. Lmk if you get the Love and Deepspace reference in Nanami’s heh.

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - Twisterrr!

“So…my girl wants it rough, huh?” Toji’s scarred lips tickle precisely the most sensitive spots on your neck, making him depart a husky snicker. “Heh- stop talkin’ outta ya pussy, mama.”

Your spit-glittered mouth formulates into a pout, hazy peripherals darting over your shoulder and towards your leering boyfriend. Hot. Each syllable hitched with whines, “I-I’m not. I reeeally want it r-”

“When ya can’t even handle this?”

He’s cutting your babbling off with an utterly mean drive of his hips, thoroughly opening up your clingy walls with the curvaceous tip crowning his shaft. Probing n’ probing until he’s pressing a sweet, sweet smooch lovingly on your g-spot.

Holding it there, unmoving.

Rendering you so stupid with only a single thrust that you feel yourself tremble like a leaf once he’s gritting out a low, “Oh? She got even ngh- wetter.” And before you know it, a lengthy foot is being pressed right along the middle of your spine. Strong, rugged palms pulling and pulling on your upper-arms to bend you into such a lecherous arch-

“Fine. Brace yourself, doll.”

And Toji barely even gives your popped ears the time to hear his rasped-out promise let alone register it- fuck, you should consider yourself lucky that he gave you a warning in the first place.

Because Toji Fushiguro was fucking you like he hated you.

His blushing mushroom head was as red as a strawberry, and just as thick - whacking against the poor bullseye of your tenderest nooks n’ crannies repeatedly until your tastebuds simply drowned in saliva.

Until you were throwing your head back with a thick gasp, “T-Tooooji- like that. J-just like that.”

“Just like hah! that?” He’s crooning from behind, planting a peck near your jaw. You feel so dirty when his foot strikes down to bow you even deeper into the perfect geometrical curvature, “Bend. Bend f’me a little more- yeahhh, just like that. M’only getting started, mama.”

Fuck, what?

Toji finds himself smiling all dopily at the tiny sob that slips through your cracked lips. Your glassy eyes wide, thighs shivering against his meaty ones, stringy wads of drool slipping and sliding in thin trails down either cute side of your maw.

So pretty.

“Whaaaat? D-don’t tell me this ngh- needy pussy-” And just as rude Toji talked, he pounded into you even ruder. Swollen, heavy cock now smearing streaks of sappy pre that stick on top of your g-spot like glue. “-can’t-” Hard. Merciless. So full and dumbstruck, you can only mewl when his big, beefy biceps ‘round you grow tighter. Bulging out large bruises on your heated skin, “-handle it?”

“I can I can—” You’re shaking your head like a rattle, vision fuzzy with tears and the arousal of his drenched black pubes scratching your violently papping mounds raw.

He coos, “Mhm, and this pretty pussy hck! won’t cum immediately?”

“Won’t-” You’re choking out, words getting stuck in the leaden ball in your throat when he angles his bloated cock to stroke the roof of your gummy walls. Puffed-up veins massaging every treasure trove of orifices in that delicious zigzag pattern of his.

“Hmm— dunno if I ngh- believe you.”

“P-promise.” Hips swiveling back into his in a lazy back and forth that slaps your ass into his toned abs, every murked pant you’re letting off matches the creaking bedsprings of Toji’s mattress. Sniffling, “Give it t’me. Fuh-fuck me rougher pleeease-”

You bite down on your slackened lower lip as soon as he graces your throbbing cunt with a claggy spank. Still being plastered against Toji’s slick, glissading front with one hand of his hands manhandling both of yours to pin behind your back.

You can feel the sloshing whoosh of his buttery precum dripping out of you, coating your inner thighs with such carnal need.

He chortles something dangerous, and you don’t have to ogle behind at Toji to know that he had his eyes dead set on the prize. Right on your sobbing pussy. “Well…since ya said h-heh ‘please.’”

Within two bats of your tear-lathered lashes, Toji’s unclasping his vice-like restraint on your arms to let you fall onto the cacophonous bed like a delicate piece of domino. Tittering.

Waiting the few sultry nanoseconds it takes for your brows to knit into an adorable furrow, waiting until that disappointed groan is just building up in your throat- before he’s shoving your sweat-shimmered face into the pillows and rutting.

“Jeez, mama-” You hear Toji drawl out through the muffling cotton in your ears, low baritone barely audible over the furious thwack! of his full, rounded breeder balls spanking your thighs. “Told you you’d cum ngh- immediately.”

Fuck.

And it’s only then that you realize that you are cumming - white-hot bliss flashing behind your flapping lids, your hips struggling to push and push off of the soaked sheets while he draaaaags out your high.

You’re grappling onto the headboard for dear life. For anything grounding, because right now you’re so weak you think you might just break. “Toji- Tooooji…c-cumming. M’cumming-”

“Shut up.” Toji hisses through gleaming, clenched teeth. Gone. Bosomy tip French kissing pinpricks of pre into your g-spot with every quiver of your high, and no matter how much you’re clenching your glutinous walls around him, he’s still driving out and in through the resistance so solidly deep. “Told you- told you.”

Before you can snipe back, his palm roughly plummets down on the sweaty crown of your head. Forcing you to bite on a mouthful of satiny pillowcase, forcing you to shut up.

To shut up so that he can slouch back and loll his greedy gaze to your gulping cunt, aftershocks of your orgasm so strong that he could count every time your saturated folds twitched. And he did count.

Five times in all before grumbling, “Told ‘er- didn’t I, p-pretty girl?” Not at you - but at your sloppy pussy. Who seemed more than happy to talk back in wet squelches upon squelches every time he was poking his veins into your gushing entrance. “Yeah- yeahhh I did, you’re so right.”

“Toji mmpf-”

“Wanted it rough, s-so now you’re gonna get it.” Toji’s every word rips out in a primal growl, and you feel your creaking bed snap! somewhere in the distance. Broken. A foot making its lecherous home on your head, hard. “Brace yourself, doll.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - Jealousy, jealousy

“P-please.” You’re whispering with your jaw hanging foolishly open, warbly tone right on the verge of breaking because your husband’s in so deep. So…insatiable. “You can be ngh- rougher today, Ken—”

“R-rougher?” Nanami’s echo comes out ragged, carnal. As strained as his sanity was beginning to feel right now when you were underneath him and begging so prettily like this. He dips a sensual peck near one of your ankles dangling off of his sculptured shoulders, “I don’t want to hurt you, my love. Or leave any marks that…” Pearly whites clenching, seethingly. “-others can see.”

And oh, Nanami Kento was a gentleman. Nanami Kento was patient with you.

Always.

But not with any touchy new co-worker of yours that just-so-happened to hang around you way too fucking often for his taste.

No, one singular mention of him and he’d dragged you to your shared bedroom to bend you into a filthy, filthy mating press until your melty, cotton-filled brain had completely n’ utterly forgotten just how your day had gone.

Until you were fidgeting the doughy heels of your feet against his curvaceous back muscles, “B-but I want it, baby.” Spit-shimmering lips automatically pulling into one of his weaknesses: your pout. “I want you t-to make me yours.”

At this, Nanami flinches.

He blushes - a cute blossomy red that scorches across his cheeks and all the way to the tips of his ears, already drenched with thin ribbons of sweat.

With a deeeep gulp, he croaks out. “...M-mine.” Swallowing a webbed mass of saliva that waters his tastebuds once. Twice. Before tenderly cupping your boneless legs and smearing them so wiiidely agape that they start to burn. Just the mere sinful action makes your pussylips let off a soppy squelch! “Arch f’me then, darling.”

You’re blinking, buzzing eardrums unsure of what you’d oh-so-clearly just heard departing Nanami’s parted lips. “What?”

“Didn’t tell you to question me. Did I, my love?” He hisses, the very fringe of his mouth curling into a sleazy grin at your adorably shocked expression. Rovering down to palm your lower tummy, opened flat and pressed against that thick, cylindrical outline he was fucking into you hard. “Better.”

Oh…he was feeling himself inside you. Caressing your tummy bulge with sheer loving, making your gluey walls stick to his solidly ridged shaft like you were keeping him hostage.

“Who s’fucking you deep inside?” He flicks the curved mushroom tip bumping through you, dabbing every inch inside you. Sleazy. Sloppy. Molten eyes half-shuttering until he looks so ruined. Fuck. “Who? Me or him?”

Your eyes blearily cross and uncross, the pressure of it so much. “Wh-who- who’s him-”

“Talking about another man when you’re with me,?”

Before you can gather your bearings, before you can even gasp in a lungful of shocked air at the gesture - Nanami shocks your throb-throb-throbbing clit with a sloooow drag of his metallic wedding ring. Smudging a cute, wettened heart right where you were the utmost sensitive.

“Pleeease-”

“Speak up.”

“I want-”

“Hmmm…what was that?” He’s striking the bulging patch of your g-spot with an achy glide of his bawling wet divot as soon as you open your mouth. Nanami was shutting you up with his fat, vein-covered cock not just once, not just twice- but three whole times before humming. “My apologies. Can’t hear you over ngh- her, darling.”

How could you ever underestimate just how strong your husband was? How rough he could really be.

Thickened, meaty thighs flex in tightened knots once his hips drive into yours viciously. Every harrowed pap! of his tawny happy trail scratching your slobbery folds open and leaving your mouth parched.

Whack after whack of his plump, split-ended tip scraping your magical spots expertly. And you couldn’t even predict when the next recurring strike would commence because your dazed eyes were sprinting all the way to the back of your head.

You could count eight of his Herculean abs in total, all of them cutting into your front and working to pin down your squirming hips. To stop you from getting more more more- “Fuuuck me. J-just want more-”

“Hmmm?”

“Ngh- I said m-more!” You yelp, breaths turning desperate and wheezing once he scrambles - scrambles - over the dewy, rumpled-up bedsheets to recover his favorite yellowy tie.

Immediately looping it around your delicate neck. Your fluttery lungs fight for gaspfuls of air once he’s leveraging it to drag you alllll the way up off of the claggy pillows- he was bringing you to him.

“Now, whisper it nicely in my hah- ear, my wife. Tell me exactly what you want.” Nanami’s panted puffs cloud your brain with heat and need and him. Before you know it, you’re already nudging your lolled head up to his ear. “There we go, upsy daisy. That’s a good girl.”

And all you can manage out is a slow, simpering gasp of syllables that sounded something like more!

But that’s all it takes.

All it takes for him to reel his greedy hips back, back, back until the very crown of his bloated cock was smooching your ringed hole. Spraying out sheen after sheen of sweltering hot pre that coats your cunt n’ slides right inside.

Timed exactly with the pace that Nanami himself picks up, barrelling out battering rams that indent his rotund circumference into your spongy cervix.

“Mhmmm, knew I’d h-have ya begging f’me–” Nanami coos something gravelly, holding your weakened head up to nuzzle sweet peck after peck on your lips. Shit, he’s even taking dirty lappings of the puddles of drool geysering from past your slack mouth. “Me. Me- right?”

“Y-yes.” You’re yelping once his relentless digits tighten on his tie, cutting off your winded breaths. Choking you. “You- you, Kento.”

Soft, padded fingers just finish drawing an obvious NK on your hooded nub- was he writing his name on your clit? “That’s riiiight, s’Kento. Kento’s here for you, my love.” Punctured with sappy snogs - on your lips, inside your leaking pussy. “Kento, no one else.”

“Ngh- n-no one else.” Tiny whimpers crack within your throat when you feel the swampy splat! of slick pouring more n’ more out of you and drenching him from abdomen to his twitching ballsack. Babbling, “You- Kennn—”

“Cute- mine. You’re my wife.”

“All yours.”

“H-heh, bet ya can’t even remember now- What was damn fucker- coworker’s name again?”

“Oh.” Nanami almost asks you to marry him all over again at the way your brows have to furrow, head shaking from side to cockdrunken side to clear your poor lil’ head. It takes a copious vicious pounds into the mattress to even recall the answer to his question. “Right! He said his name was Zayne…from Linkon City.”

♡ GETO SUGURU - “Ya like that?”

Fuck- if the way whines pour from your overflooded lips wasn’t enough of an answer, then the syrupy slick constantly leaking out of you sure was.

Your bawling cunt was all but having a conversation with Geto, all stuttered slurps n’ squelches that rung like music within his red-tipped ears. And he’s lurching his head in a sudden nod, pearly white teeth all on gleaming display when he ogles a fat dollop of sap and spit slithering down your thighs slooowly.

“Y-yes!” You’re crawling towards the shuddering mahogany headboard, ringing with violent creaks after every pound. “Yes yes yes- I like it, Suguru–”

“Heh, fuuuuck yeah you do.” He doesn’t even bat an eye before hooking a hand on your waist and dragging you all the way back down. “S’supposed to be a punishment but yer such a slut when you’re hck! thrown around.” Smooching a frosty thumb all down your silvery slit, he snickers once he feels your cute insides clench on instinct around him. “Then again…”

Without a singular warning, without even a shred of hesitation, a firm arm roams over to your throat. Tight.

But Geto doesn’t just hold you- no, that would’ve been much too nice for him. Instead, he’s pushing the curvy mounds of his biceps ‘round your pretty neck like some sort of necklace - trapping you in a fucking headlock.

You’re plastered like glue against his glissading front, and you think you’ve never been wetter as you’re massaged by his ridged abs. Thin trailways of boiling hot sweat streaming between his cushy pecs and hitting at your backside with a plap! plap! plap!

Voice hoarse in your ear. Low. “There we go. Theeeeere we go. How about this? Ngh- ya like-” Squeezing his arm even tighter until bursts of remaining air leave your lungs. You could feel every twitch, every flex of toned flesh hot against your own. “-that?”

A sob lets off from your stupidly unhinged lips, “Y-yes– I like it-”

“Greedy fuckin’ girls shouldn’t answer.” He’s promptly cutting you off, both with his deep bass and his deeper strokes. Immediately oozing a tiny heart of sticky pre inside, “I was hah- talking to my lady down here.”

You practically shiver at the feeling of his burnished lilac eyes coursing down to your prettily dripping cunt, and just at that moment he hits your cervix with a sloshing spank.

Filthy.

A thumb dips down to pry your treacly folds apart, Geto’s pinkish tongue slobbering down his grinning lips at the sight of you swallowing him like mad. The sight of your arched back dappling with perspiration after every vulgar swerve of your hips trying to keep up with his. Needy.

“Mmmm yeah. She’s ngh- likin’ it alright. Look at her-” Sickly sweet strands of juices dangle off of his padded fingers like gum, so wet that his wrist gleams glossily. He just can’t help but lurch his head over to streamline a viscid web of saliva right on your sloppy hole, “-she’s a damn waterpark f’me.”

You keen at the back of your throat, spittle spraying a sheen all over Geto’s veiny forearm with a splash! “S-so mean, Sugu–”

“Mean? Mean?”

Something resounds like a growl at the back of your boyfriend’s throat, and only numerous sticky swats of his rounded balls later do you realize - that was a giggle. A giggle.

“H-hear that? My girl’s sayin’ I’m mean.” Another thwack of weepy spit hits your cunt, and the saccharine sweet gasp you take is delicious. Headlocking you tighter- “Oh, gorgeous. You asked to be punished with it r-rough. And you’re ah- getting it- fucking- rough-”

Rasping and ragged and gone. Utterly gone.

If this was supposed to be a punishment then you’d gladly take more.

Geto was pounding into you viciously now, rattling your cottony brain with every sharp slap of his fattened crownhead. Probing deeply into your warm innards to spread apart tender nooks and crannies you didn’t even know existed.

You were nodding like a stupid bobblehead, letting his veiny cock bloat n’ balloon up inside you- shit, the banging flesh where your ass met his silky pubes was rubbed raw by now.

A hoarse bark of laughter flees Geto’s lips once he realizes, immediately angling his rude pelvis just so he can grind purposefully against your agitated skin. It’s so cute the way your moans pitch even deafeningly higher at the texture.

Sliding his strawberry pink divot juuuust off your magical spot, he rolls his eyes. “Seeeee? N’ you s-say I’m mean.”

At that very moment, you think you’re seeing stars. The only sensations ripping through your mind being the Earth-shattering cadence that Geto was fucking into you, and the soft tickle of his long, beautiful locks curtaining your spine.

You’re tugging mindlessly on one of his inky tendrils, dazed peripherals sliding to a flushed Geto. That split-second of direct eye contact enough to make his base swell- “P-pretty.”

Oh, fuck.

Fuck.

With a wicked slam! Geto’s both burying himself inside till the very hilt - straining your rubbery walls until you were whining at the hefty weight of him - and burying your face into the cushy pillow. His savage palm clawing and clawing at your head while he fucking cums, in the filthiest and most surprising way that fills your gooey cunt until you were overspilling.

Just from that.

“P-pull my hair-” He gasps - just barely audible enough that once you do, it makes a creamy coating of even more ribbony seed slip into your entrance. More and more and more. A steaming hot mess that makes you squirm-

“No. No.” Geto gasps - he begs.

And you don’t think he even registers that he’s promptly slamming a firm foot down on your head to pin you pliably down and make you take it.

This newer angle floods your orifice with such generous helpings that Geto feels his taste buds drench in water, sighing lovingly at the sight of your inner thighs being glued together by his sap.

He’s stepping your head even deeper into the sullied pillowcase once he hears you snicker. Shutting you up. Meaty thighs shivering, emptied balls twitching sensitively at the slap of saliva he spits once more on your entrance.

Gritting through furiously clenched teeth, “Oh, you are s-so getting hngh! pregnant tonight, gorgeous.”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - OLFACTORY ETHICS?!

“B-baby…” Choso’s sharp canines snaggle on the drenched fabric of your panties, broad chest heaving in ragged huffs! as your roommate gulps in a deeeep inhale- and his mouth just drops. “Oh, baby.”

You smelled so sweet.

His favorite perfume - so good that it makes his pearly whites clench down and bite.

He’s smearing his favorite pair of your pretty pink silk all down the lower half of his handsome face, where it’d mostly glued to ever since you’d caught him stealing your underwear not too long ago.

Where it’d been since he’d blushed n’ begged for you to punish him.

And you’d known exactly how.

“Just fuck me, Cho–” You’re crooning, the pretty sound of your voice itching something deeply primal in his mind and making him twitch. Full-bodied. Making his achingly hard cock bulge a few millimeters even wider n’ girthier, carnally desperate. “Fuuuuck— C’mon now- you can do it.”

“L-like this?” He’s whispering, all muffled and breathy. Darkened mahogany eyes lock in direct contact with yours as he’s rubbing the ridges of his veined shaft along the sticky slope of your pussy. “Tell me- use me.”

“Mhmm— you’ve got it, baby. Rough now, m’kay?”

“R-rough…”

Slipping and sliding, his hips feel frenzied already. Tapping out a few fat globs of pre from that slobbering orifice nestled on top of his crownhead, Choso can’t help but thumb each bead past your sloppy hole.

“G-gonna fuck you now.” He’s hiccuping out cloudy syllables, piping hot bursts of air that fan your face and make you shiver. And he notices, oh, he notices and flushes. “Gonna fuck- fuck you, baby…”

Choso’s jaw remains almost permanently unhinged as he watches his globular tip push past your teensy resistance, the clingy surface of your cunt molding and melting around him. Hot. Puffed-up pussy lips stretched wiiidely agape, your hole quivers with every one of his prominent veins scraping their way inside.

A whine cracks at the back of his throat-

Shit, was this heaven?

Through half-lidded peripherals he’s stealing looks your way to confirm that you weren’t actually an angel.

Wet tongue lolling out to give your leaky mouth a big kiss, “S’this- this-” And just then Choso’s rumbling baritone is so hot that it makes you clench - and him to jerk into a rut-

He really was out of control now.

“Oh.” He’s trailing off, hitting the damp ends of your pussy and he fucking sees white. Every inch that you’re flawlessly gulping down making him swoon into you, “Ohhhh fuck wait- fuck fuck fuck—”

Hard.

Fast.

Choso was sloppy, letting his sensory tips dangle near your hips while he bludgeoned you with every sultry second. Using his lean muscular strength to pull your ass down to slap n’ slap against his pelvis.

Pumping his probing mushroom tip deeper until you swear you could taste every sappy ribbon of milky precum he was pounding into you. Until his sculpted abs were being struck ruby red at the stinging drives.

“This good? M’I good for you?” He makes such a messy puddle of slick pour from between your bloated folds, hitting a fat thumb over the gloopy mess. Your buzzing ears ring with the wet pap! “S’this r-rough, baby?”

“Fuck- ngh- f-fuuuuck, Choso—” Truthfully, you could barely even speak. The only thing able to escape your mouth being jumbles of fucked-out syllables and gluey drool. You whimper with each whack of his fat cock, “Faster-”

Combing through Choso’s silky bangs, you tug away the stray strands plastered to his sweat-slicked forehead. An action enough to make him burn as bright red as his sobbing tip, leaning further into yours with his utterly ripped front.

“M-more, baby.”

It’s the only thing that’s falling from your lips before nothing else can anymore.

Because your dear roommate is taking the kindly time to slap over his palm on top of your mouth - sodden panties and all.

Damn, was it a sight that made his dewy cockhead twitch dangerously in warning.

Muffling your lecherous words with the stringy scrap of fabric, he grumbles. “Sh-shut up, baby- another word out of you n’ I ngh! w-won’t last much longer.”

Though- fuck, if he wasn’t weak whenever it came to you.

Because as he feels your steamy maw loosen - droplets of spit dripping down to lather his doughy palm - Choso finds himself inching in closer. Bubblegum pink nipples rubbing sensitively against your front when he leans in and listens-

You’re batting your lashes up at him, “Want- want it all inside, Cho.”

Oh.

Oh, and when Choso cums it’s with his pussydrunken head buried into the delicate crook of your neck, sharp fringes of his teeth sinking so roughly into the side of your urgent pulse that you think it might draw iron-tasted blood.

“T-take it.” His voice lilts unstably a few octaves higher, massive hands manhandling the legs looping his feet - pushing and pushing and pushing until your capped knees hit your tits. Veins popping out of his own neck, hard. “Every last fucking drop.”

It’s burst after burst.

The curving globe of his plump head batters out stripes of hot cum with every single thrust, drilling right past the gluey maze of your walls to leave syrupy white splotches on your cervix that you feel coat your cunt in a sloppy second skin. Messy.

You claw your hands down Choso’s flexing back and it makes his eyes burst with white-hot stars of pleasure. “Yeah- yeah. I-inside, baby- don’t miss.”

Hypnotically, he drags the simmering pads of his tongue right along your all-new bite mark. Possessive. The entrails of your panties still dangling haphazardly from one side of your mouth-

Choso feels his heart race when he bites down on the silken edges; letting it stretch stretch stretch before he spits your slutty underwear aside.

“Oh, baby.” Snogging away the wires of spit that sliver from between your lips, “Was- was that rough ‘nough.” He murmurs in concern against your lips, eyes daring to dart all over his animalistic marking. And then he slouches backwards to tilt further down. “Didn’t wanna-”

He takes one heartbeat - two - simply staring at the frosty ivory rings of cum that spilled out of your pussy. A mess that he had to blame for.

And when Choso looks back up at you, it’s through pure heart eyes. “A-actually, I don’t think that was ngh- rough enough, baby…”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - Pony.

“Mmmm- my human’s always so sweet.” Sukuna’s sheeny glossed lips pry apart the heated folds between your legs, his long sultry tongue lapping up every bead n’ ribbon of cum pouring out of your cunt. “Sooo fuckin’ sweet.”

And just as monstrously big as his height was, his tongue was certainly not to disappoint.

You yelp once the split-ended pads of his tastebuds swirl allll the way inside your dripping pussy, round and round. Poking and prodding into sweet geysering spots that he knew would make your pretty lil’ mind useless.

One big, beefy hand of his roams up to curl around your throat and keep your dazed eyes dead locked on the slicked mess the king was making out of your sugary sweet pussy. Unmoving.

“Y-you’re so…” You’re drawling, words so drunken that it’s like they were clinging to your hoarse throat. Your mouth simply hangs at the sight of Sukuna constricting his tongue to let creamy oodles of his seed from hours before sliiiiide all down to his parched throat like a runway. “-filthy, Kuna.”

“H-heh.”

He doesn’t get up until you’re all thoroughly cleaned up, every dollop of thick cum lapped away from your overstimulated entrance.

Hell, you don’t even think Sukuna can think until he pulls away with a drenched plop! Stringy cobwebs of fluids sticking to his face as if some sort of lipgloss.

A bulky second hand of his leaves a spank right on your throbbing clit, and within the blink of an eye you’re being scooped up into Sukuna’s arms. Nestled right against his cushy pecs - his two achingly hard cocks-

And when he kisses you it’s a reminder - letting your maw slide over the caramel salted splotches homed inside his mouth. Savoring it just as much as he was savoring you.

Just as much as he wanted to ruin you.

Your spine arches with a scorched breeze as he inches in to grunt against your ear. Low. Prowling. “Callin’ me filthy when you’re the one leaking with my cum, brat.”

“W-well, not anymore because- fuck!”

“Quarrelsome.” He remarks over your shrill wails, toned muscles on his thighs flexing when he grabs the sweaty crown of your head and pushes you down, down, down onto his rock-hard dicks. Every gust of your heady breaths fucked out of you with just a few swallowed inches of his looong vein-decorated shafts. “I should fuck that outta ya.”

He’s bouncing his tattooed legs in a quick, harsh one-two one-two one-two. Panting, leering at the primal squeeeealch–! that rings in his ears.

Capped fringes of his knees smack against the sexy curve of your ass, the relentless little motions push past that tiny resistance and swivel Sukuna’s proudly swollen crowns all ‘round your bruised insides.

Bulging you open, prying your sticky insides apart until he had you seated all prettily on his lap and whimpering.

“Ride it then, pretty mama. Show me what that ngh- needy human pussy can do.” Sukuna grumbles through a teeth-clenched lil’ grin, halfway through breaking into a soppy smile when your cute noises only get louder. He slouches backwards into the centuries-old headrest so that he won’t miss a single second of your sensual show, “N’ remember- I like fucking rough. I like fucking hard.”

“R-rough?” You rest your hands on his broad shoulders, gulping needily at the way his corded muscles flex underneath your touch. Legs already twitching as you swerve needily, aching once more for that splitting sensation of him plunging oh-so-deep inside. “Fuck- fuuuuuck, Kuna-”

You could already feel the fat bulbs of his tips grow even fuller, snagging right onto the crevices of your g-spot and tugging. He barely even has to try to make your head fill with stupid fuzz.

“Ya call this rough, lil’ human?” He’s spitting into your open mouth, grabbing a handful of your ass and making your clit smear down his tufts of curly pink. Gyrating n’ gyrating. “Seriously- s’embarrassing the king.”

“Th-then you-”

Just at that moment, he’s digging two hands on either side of your hips to slam! them down onto his. Hard. Stinging. Rubbing over the tenderized globeful of your ass before doing it again. Again. And again and again and-

“This is h-how ya fuck rough, pretty mama.” You swear Sukuna’s smirked grin was glistening with a thin trail of dumbstruck drool. “Feel good? Feel the sting? The way m’all deep inside-” Staring down at your cute, cross-eyed expression, he taps a plumply padded finger halfway down your tummy. “-here?”

You’re overstimulated, sensitive. The only thing you can do is nod. Nodding and nodding while a flash of smugness flickers in his crimson eyes. “Count.”

Oh? Oh.

And it’s only when his two matching cocks plant vicious pounds right where he’d marked - only when he slurs out a wet stripe of pre that drenches your pussy from the inside out - that you realize what he meant.

“O-one-”

“Too late. Two.”

Sukuna grits out, practically mocking you. Numbering away every time his bawling divots were whacking your spongy cervix. The lightning-bolted veins on his lengths scrape every carnal spot he could reach - which was all of them.

“Three- ah! Four.” You mewl out, legs scrambling to latch around his tensing core when you’re struck with another one, two, three bludgeons of his girthy circumferences. It’s enough to make you dizzy, and it’s purely on autopilot that you let off soft gasps of, “Si- s-seven?”

Snickering, “Yer finally haaaah- gettin’ it.” The cushioned mattress rings with creak after creak as he repeatedly bucks. “Put yer back into it, brat.”

“Ngh! Eight-”

“Mhm.”

“N-nine…”

“Mhm.”

Your papping flesh stings at the ferocious contact, already rubbed raw that when Sukuna swats a rude palm against your pussymound - you find yourself sobbing. Big, fat tears of salt, “Ten!”

“Nuh uh- that counts as hah- eleven.”

Fuck- he has to stop himself from snickering. He has to stop himself from drooling through both cracked mouths, already missing the taste of you. If you looked closely, you could see the cursed mouth across his abs licking its lips greedily. Grinning. “Now cum f’me before I put my tongue in, too.”

♡ INO TAKUMA - Blush blush blush!

“Here?”

“Taku.”

“Or here?”

“Takuuu–!”

“Orrrrr–” Ino’s tossing his chestnut bangs out of his face to see your cute face better, snickering to himself as he lets his ramming cockhead draw a looong wet trailway to your cervix. Sweltering hot and heavy, slithering right past your precious g-spot. “-here?”

Your gooey walls twitch instinctively around him. “N-noooo-”

Pressing down. Hard. “What’s that? Oh yeah, here. Right?”

You’re huffing and puffing something that sounds like a quivering ‘please’, wobbly lips bitten between the ends of your teeth until Ino pries them free n’ sucks.

“Hmmm. What was that?” His drenched, bawling divot rubs out a fat thud! mere millimeters above where you were aching for him the most. Again. Purposefully.

“S-so mean.” You whimper for just about the nth time tonight as his deeply probing dick pushes against your gummy walls, stretching out the hidden crevices. Prominent veins almost massaging your magical spots but not quite. Tease. “All I did was c-call you ngh- pretty.”

Fuck, there it is again.

And it doesn’t matter how many times the very syllables have departed from your unsteady lips - Ino Takuma still blushed a cute, maidenly pink from apples of his handsome cheeks right down to his collarbones.

Breath hitching, nose bridge crinkling. If he was any weaker man he might just have cum—

He whacks the spherical bulge of his plumpened cockhead into you until your peripherals are teary. Hefty balls so fat that you feel the side of them flinch tenderly against your dripping cunt.

“Sh-shut up.” He’s shivering, teeth grit to stop himself from slipping out a strained keen. Those pretty fawn eyes of Ino’s slide all the way to the back of his throat when you slink a hand underneath the dark ski mask capped on his crown n’ caress. “Gonna- gonna fuck you until you haaah- forget that, sweetness. Gonna fuck you dumb.”

Your awestruck tastebuds fizzle with the taste of his splattered precum sloshing! inside you, watery trickles of saliva travelling all the way down to where your chin was smushed against your chest.

Where Ino was folding you into a mating press so tight that you could feel your ears pop after every pressurized thrust.

He was being so…frenzied.

Manhandling you to every whim and want, you were fallen onto the bedsheets delicately whilst he handled you like some ragdoll. And you’d never seen him act this vehement, this filthy, clapping his toned thighs noisily against yours.

“N’ for that…” His sing-song bass tickles the precious soft spots near your neck, rearing to give your molten tongue tiny suckles. “M’not hittin’ that c-cute g-spot any time tonight.”

It wasn’t simply a threat - he meant it.

He was stroking the slick-glittered mushroom head of his shaft over n’ over into every nook and cranny inside of you except your g-spot. Every rut so greedy that his buttery streaks of pre were piling on near that particular orifice.

Drowning you.

Ino feels his heart race at the sultry little jitters you give him; your poor body torn between digging your heels into his tense shoulders and pushing him away or pap-pap-papping your ass down for more.

“Now now, where are you goinggg—” He doesn’t waste any fucking time rounding a hand behind his head and lassoing you ankles within a few slender digits. Trapping you. Dragging you until the backs of your thighs were clapping in a standing ovation against his. “Fuck that pussy back. C’mon. C’mon, pretty.”

“P-pleeeease, Taku-” You can’t even bring yourself to be an ounce ashamed at the whiny pleas that invade your voice. “S-so close, baby- want it. Want it so bad.”

“Fuh-fuck…” He’s breathing out, mouth drier than a desert at the way you had him so weak. His prominent hip bones pat down your pelvis and leave your mouth gasping into perfect ohs! “Fuckin’ evil ya are. How bad do you want it?”

“S-soooo badly.”

“Hmmm, I dunno- where are those manners?”

“Please!”

“Hmmm?”

Oh, how he could feel his abs tense dangerously at the mixture of annoyance and depravity twisting your beautiful face.

“...w-with a cherry on ngh- top.”

“Mhm, n’ you’re gonna take it nicely?” Ino spreads your legs open a little wider, rocking and rocking. And you’re so wet - even wetter than the splattering pools of slick spittle that splosh out of your other set of lips. So sensitive. “Take it like my pretty c-cockslut?”

You can’t mumble out anything through the thickly rounded fingertips that smush your cheeks together into a pout he almost finds adorable. “Y-yesh— give it t’me, pleeease?”

Fine. And then he does it - finally gives you exactly what you’ve been craving carnally all this time. Striking it right on the bullseye, like you knew he could.

Just a bump up of his plump, curvaceous tip into your splotchy g-spot and you’re halfway through screaming. Struggling and struggling your legs jerkily at the bolting shocks of your orgasm and Ino just doesn’t let up.

He keeps your ankles locked no matter how much you fidget, he keeps the vicious push of his leaking cock into your most favorite spots like it was a button.

Fuck, it was almost too much.

Gritting his teeth through the sloshing figure-eights your hips swerve through every peak of your high, you’re milking yourself on his throbbing shaft so good that Ino forces himself to tip a hand towards his cottony mask and pull down-

“Taku–?” You’re questioning out in warbly tones once your vision was being blinked back, high tapering out into flimsy tingles that still manage to make your toes curl.

Before you can stop yourself, your sensory pads flit over to his ski mask to tug away. And boy, were you fucking glad for that.

Because you’d never seen Ino so flushed. So ruined.

He was like a picture. A red, red gale overtaking his twitching features ‘nough that you could connect the constellations of his freckles.

Caramel brows furrowed tightly knit, tawny lashes flapping his eyelids almost shut. His cherry pink lips looked so kissable; swollen and glossed in slimy spit and- and overstimulated tears.

All ready and awaiting the way you drag him back by the hair and gift his pinkish tongue with a wad of spit. Groaning.

“My pretty boy.”

♡ GOJO SATORU - Starboy

You’re stuffed.

So stuffed with heaps upon heaps of Gojo’s slick cum and yet he was still possessing a massive hand clawing at your hips. The only thing holding you fucking upright while he drills his overworked cock into you, furiously.

“T-Tooru—” Your sentence punctures with every hitch of your wheezing lungs, and you can barely see two inches in front of you let alone swivel your head back to stare at the strongest. Keening groggily, “How are you s-still even hck! going?”

He doesn’t answer. Fuck, you don’t even think he can even hear you right now.

But the way your voice pitches into a pretty whine makes him flinch. Buckling on your knobbly knees, you can feel the steamed handprints imprinted on either side of your papping mounds of flesh.

Dizzy peripherals flickering to the side you gasp- he was leaving scorching hot marks on you. All nice, shapely lengths of his five digits.

Gojo’s snickering- snickering through one of his ragged scoffs, and he rests his towering bodyweight until it was lounging on the base of your cutely arched spine. He’s shivering. Strained. “S’not enough.”

Not enough?

And at this point, your muddled mind is overtaken with the dawning realization that nothing might be enough for a freshly-unsealed Gojo Satoru.

Even though his raw cock was so red n’ swollen already, pulsing out inside you to the same ba-dump–! of your pulse rate. The fat lightning bolts of his veins angle oh-so-deeply against your g-spot. Everywhere and anywhere.

And Gojo only has to trace a few greedy fingers down to feel the dewy trickles of seed that dribble out from your puffed lips like a waterfall. Ogling his lustrously glazed limbs and gasping-

Your mouth drowns in a fresh lamination of syrupy saliva at the way it makes your thighs slap together as if they were held by glue. Gojo’s bulky base endlessly decorating with more and more creamy strings of sappy cum - and then some.

“I-I’m serious…” You’re blurting out, both hands fisting the drenched silken sheets in front of you. You keep your gaze locked on the way he’s pummeling behind you and find yourself rendered almost spellbound. “-m-might not even fit-”

“Limitless void, sweetheart.” He’s cutting you off smoothly, blushing red crownhead twitching up eagerly with just the lecherous thought. Breathless, fuck- he was so far gone he could barely even choke out an answer. “Be my c-cum…dump.”

It takes you one violent thwack - two - of his sloppy, succulent shaft poking messily into your deepest innards for you to realize what he meant. He wanted to use limitless void on your needy cunt. And then an exact three-second spank to your clit for you to wonder whether he was already doing that.

Because Gojo’s doughy soft fingertips leave your body jolted, miniscule tendrils of blue lightning slithering all across your spilling pussy.

“Toru- are you already…”

“O-oh.” He didn’t even realize.

Your eyes roll back at the buzzing sensation of his cursed technique sprinting down your perfectly curved spine, repeatedly pounding hips twitching involuntarily. Vicious.

“I w-wan’’ that.” You admit, the rooound plumpness of his tip swabbing at your g-spot precisely and making you more honest than ever. Bulbous tears formulate near your fluttering waterline, “Want it. Want it so bad- pleeease, Sato- mmpf-”

And you’re not sure if it’s the sorcerer’s superhuman reflexes or your cockdrunken mind - but it’s almost as if you’ve instantaneously teleported into Gojo’s broad, beefy arms.

“F-fuuuuck–! Toru, it’s so much- ngh- it’s soooo much.”

You try to jostle yourself, to perhaps run from the overwhelming cadence. But he doesn’t let you even budge. Of course, he doesn’t.

He was so rough. Using you.

One of his hands shackled to your hips like superglue, kneading filthy handfuls of your ass while he guides you to meet every pound. The other snugly curled around your throat, the only thing holding you upright - the only thing pinning you to him.

This all-new angle helping him maze deeper, deeper, deeper inside of you until it felt like he was permanently prying your jelly-soft walls open. The slosh! of his drizzled cum pouring lazily out of you, it was almost as heavenly as the feeling of Gojo’s chiseled abs sloping down your back.

He’s whispering in your ear, pitchy and rasping. “Yeah? Yeah?” His pearly white teeth nibble softly on your tender lobe, every sharp exhale of breath striking you swelteringly hot. “T-take- cumdump- take-”

The warm clinginess of your pussy has reduced the great Gojo Satoru to stuttering.

“A-all inside” Your head lolls foolishly backwards into the cushioned comfort of his pecs, just slightly slipping on the sweaty sheen covering his muscles. You bat your tear-dipped lashes up at him, “Wan’ it all inside- o-okay, Toru?”

His response departs in a breathless gasp, “Okay.”

And when Gojo cums he makes sure that his girl is not even a second far behind.

Throwing his head back with the most pornographic, draaaagged out call of your name- he wastes no time drenching his long, long fingers in a splat! of webbed saliva and pinching your clit.

It’s like an explosion, it’s like you burst with the nth high of tonight - your rubbery walls milking Gojo’s length completely dry with the intensity, your body shuddering, heart thumping so hard you think you bet Gojo could hear it.

And he was even worse.

“S-sweetheart-” Gojo grits his teeth so hard that you hear them clink! Murked heaves are so solidly condensed that you think you can almost see them. Weighted hips clapping against your ass in a sloppy recurring plap-plap-plap. “My girl, m-my…cumdump.”

Your toes curl the moment you feel his thick, ribbony knots of seed overflood your insides. Waves upon waves upon waves of it caking in with the rest of his excess remnants, so heavy that you can feel it tenderly stroke your most sweetest spots.

Almost too much.

The lights had shattered ages ago, and right now the both of you are so far gone that you don’t even hear the bits of loose furniture in Gojo’s bedroom fall to the floor with dull thuds!

A milky white ring sugarcoats Gojo’s ivory pubic hair, making his silky texture leave wet streaks across your stinging ass. Ones that make him leap from hoarse and dumbstruck straight into babbling helplessly.

Completely drunk on you.

“My girl- my cumdump.” Broad arms wrap around your fatigued body. “My girl my girl my giiirl– oh, my girl.” Before Gojo gifts your bruised mouth with a tiny peck, loving. “D’you know what a-a mating press is?”

♡ HIGURUMA HIROMI - OH BABY, BABY…

The broiling bathtub water sloshes over each ceramic side, almost as wet as the silvery oodles of sap that just kept on pouring out from your pussy. Churning n’ smearing so vehemently that Higuruma can’t help but lift your legs up higher to take a longer look.

Admiring, honestly.

“Isn’t this niiiiice?” He’s grunting out low into the cute lobe of your ear, your hips wriggling needily with every vibration rumbling from his broad best. So close that you could smell the flowery spuds of soap and his masculine natural musk. It was addictive.

“A hot bath, n’ my hot wife-” Oh, you can already hear the smirk in his tonality. “-in a hot f-full nelson to boot.”

“Ngh! Hirooo–!” Your weeping whimpers babble out without you even knowing, the masses of your ass grinding vulgarly back into his prominent hipbones. “F-fuck me already.”

“Impatient impatient.” He tuts, “And why should I?”

“B-because I wan’ you—”

You’re garbling out the prettiest noises, but that wouldn’t be enough to stop his vengeful teasing. Quirking a sleek, black brow. “Aaaand?” He loved this look on you, of course. All greedy n’ desperate.

Though…little did your dear husband know that you had a secret weapon tonight.

“And I want a baby.” You’re finishing off. Smug.

Higuruma freezes. Higuruma gulps, “A-a what?”

“A baby, Higu.”

“A…baby.”

“Mhmm– ah!”

The yelp that departs your mouth in a sudden rush is solely because of the way that he latches his calloused fingertips onto the small of your back like a steering wheel and pulls you down down down.

Greeting your sloppy entrance with pearly ribbons of pre and a sharp slap of his fat head.

“C-can’t just say shit like that out of your pussy, sugar, n’ ngh!” His gravelly tone punctures every pumped inch pinpricking inside of you. You feel so pliant letting him pry apart your deepest mushiest walls, “-not expect ta end up pregnant.”

Your hands scramble towards the smooth ends of the bathtub to keep yourself grounded onto something - anything.

But, ah- Higuruma was selfish for your attention. And he ends up guiding your roaming palms up to his damp cocoa hair, letting you pullll through your bouts of adrenaline however you pleased. “Fuck- fuuuck jus’ like that, Hiromi.”

“I know, I know how to fuck my ngh- wife proper, angel.” He slicks his tongue out to lap at a beaded droplet of water running down your neck. Staring through half-lidded eyes, “You just sit- back- n’ take- it-”

Your eyes comically cross and uncross repeatedly with every whacked slam Higuruma plunges into your gooey depths. A sharp, stubborn one-two that leaves your ass rubbed raw from his happy trail so dark that it was almost black.

And he wasn’t easing you in- oh, not even in the least.

He was hard. Rough.

Rugged pounds so much more vicious than usual, you swear he was battering a bruise the same thick circumference as his plummy crownhead. And his tempo was juuuust enough to force the cracks of your mouth to fill up with treacly drool - not urgent, not slow. Simply precise, loooong fucks of his mean length.

You swear your very cunt was being molded to every puffy vein and ridge decorating his shaft, and the mercilessly massaging texture was enough to drive you wild.

You’re clinging onto his velveteen locks with one hand, and his big, bulging biceps with the other. “Ngh- Hiromi- i-it feels so good-” Clawing and rutting your way through every creamy mess of pre he was slipping past your ballooned-up folds. “You’re in so deep.”

“Oh, you don’t know the half of it.”

And, fuck, your husband didn’t like to see you wasting even those gummy slatherings of precum he was rewarding you.

You’re feeling the round-tipped ends of his fingers caress the saturated seam of your pussylips and pinch. Holding your dewy cunt tightly closed while he was bound to fill you up - so much so that he promised you were going to overspill.

“Gonna be s-soooo much fucking rounder n’ bigger when I fucking breed ya. Riiiight-” Higuruma hiccups, long lashes tickling across his clammy cheeks at the ever-tightening hug of your pussy. Free hand skimming down to measure out a loooong distance between your gulping hole and where he was hitting his pre-capped head into your cervix. “-there. M’gonna breed ya right there, my wife.”

He was measuring you.

Dark eyes a mere millimeter-wide crack away from falling shut, imagining just how glowing and pretty you’d be all full of his kid.

More thorough, even more thorough.

Your entrance was so cozy when he pinched your pussy that he had to arch off the polished bathtub with slippery schwfs! Pushing n’ pushing past the slight resistance of you sucking his heated, heavy cock after every thrust.

Desperate.

You were biting down on your lips to hold back primal screams, because Higuruma was making sure you felt every dragging scrape of his full veins. Making sure your fuzzy eardrums rang with every wiiiinded squelch and splosh resonating from down under - and that was not just the water.

“Gonna fuck ya u-until ngh- until they all know what we’ve done. T-till they all know how I made a ngh- fuckin’ mess of ya.” He snickers after your heels slip along the bathtub trying to rut wildly into him.

“H-Hiro-”

“You wanted a baby. N’ now you’re fuck- getting one.”

“P-please–” You’re letting your head tumble backwards, bleary eyes rolling way deeper and deeper to the backs of your lids as Higuruma keeps rocking constantly into you. Impatiently, “Harder, baby. Harder. Faster.”

“Haaah? Harder? M’supposed ta take care of the future mother of my kids, sugar- not break her pretty ngh- pussy.”

Though he’s grumbling this into your unfastened mouth, his pace only picks up into something filthy. You almost feel dirty letting the plumpened curve of his mushroom tip swat the door to your womb.

And then you feel his reddened, swollen divot dangerously twitch-

“W-wait-” It takes a few seconds for you to manage to get your eyes fluttering open, and even then you’re fighting against the temptation of his long, veined cock fucking you dumb. “Did you j-just say hck! ‘kids’?”

“Sure did, angel—” Higuruma titters by the side of your pulsating throat, gifting you with one, two, three pecks. Right before sinking his teeth into your fragrant skin and groaning, “We’re having five kids. At least.”

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

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