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husbandograveyard · 3 months ago

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Part of my 2024 Kinktober - Masterlist here

Prompt: Somnophilia Word count: 1430 Reader: No pronouns, reader has a vagina, no nicknames used Cw: somnophilia (so in its own realm of dubcon), cunnilingus, light hair pulling, just Nanami needing you desperately. minors / ageless blogs interacting will be blocked

Nanami is exhausted when he comes home late. The tiredness weighs on his body, and he knows it can only be lifted with your presence. Overtime -his beloathed- was unavoidable on this mission, and all the way home he thought of nothing but you. Crawling into bed with you, holding you, inhaling your scent. He just knew it would make him feel better.

He’s loosening his tie when he walks into the living room, surprised to find you on the couch in nothing but one of his shirts and underwear, a blanket barely covering your sleeping frame. Your hair is a little messy, and your mouth slightly open. The mere sight wakes him a little bit more, and a soft smile appears on his features as he puts the pieces together: you probably fell asleep waiting for him.

There’s a pang of regret in his chest when he realizes that though, because you waited up for him, and he was late again. He didn’t want you to feel like he was taking you for granted. He never would.

He knelt next to the couch, gently tracing the back of his hand over your cheek. You didn’t react at all, and he smiled softly, watching your sleeping face. He was contemplating what to do. Wake you up? Carry you to your shared bed? Or-

His hand trailed lower from your cheek to your neck, over your shirt. Your body had the slightest reactions, small twitches of your muscles, the soft skin of your arms now covered in goosebumps as his ministrations made your hair stand up straight. The mere thought of what was to come made him feel shivers as well. He’s never done this.

Surely, you two had talked about this before, there was just never a moment where it seemed right; except for now. Now would be perfect. It would take away some of his stress, he would feel so much better, he could have some of the relief he’d been craving ever since he started his trip back home for the day. He could enjoy some closeness to you, intimacy, even.

He takes off his glasses and puts them on the side table, then kneels down in front of you on the couch. His movements are slow and deliberate, and he’s as quiet as he can be. His hand rests on your knee, gently spreading your legs apart just a little. The movement makes the blanket slide completely off of your body, and the loss of that little extra warmth and weight makes you shift again.

It’s only when your body stills again, that Nanami realizes he’s been holding his breath in anticipation. He breathes out, finally, and lowers his face to your thigh, nuzzling the soft flesh. Breathing in again he inhales your scent, the lingering fragrance of your shower gel and the perfume you wore throughout the day, and just the smell of you, a scent that means home to him.

He places soft kisses to your inner thigh, inching higher and higher as he feels your body react ever so slightly again: muscles tensing just a little before relaxing again, your breathing hitching a bit, before it goes back to the rhythmic deep breaths of sleep.

His other hand is on your other thigh, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your skin as he inches higher there as well, towards your hip, where the soft fabric of your panties rests. He can’t resist playing some with the fabric, slipping his fingers underneath and stretching it out, before letting it return to its original position slowly, not wanting to wake you up with the slap of your elastic waistband.

You stir, mumbling something so quietly he can barely distinguish it. But he’s sure that he’s heard something that at the very least resembles his name. He looks up at you, head cocked to the side, studying you carefully before concluding that you are still asleep. Maybe you somehow noticed his presence was nearby, even while sleeping, the way you would cling to him when he slips into your shared bed when you’re already asleep in there. Maybe you were dreaming about him. He hoped you were- it would make this an even more pleasurable experience for the both of you.

The way you mumbled his name got him more riled up though, and he feels himself losing his patience just a little. The next time he slides his fingers underneath the fabric of your panties, it’s closer to your core, and he hears your breath hitch ever so slightly once more. He stretches and flexes his fingers, just enough to finally touch you where he really wants to, pulling back just a little to study your face. No reaction, though he can feel your body is reacting in some way.

He puts his mouth back to your thigh, kisses trailing upwards again, until his lips reach the fabric that’s separating him from where he wants to be most. He’s quick to pull your panties to the side now, a little more careless now that hunger is taking over, and presses a kiss to your lower lips.

He wishes he could stay in this moment for a while longer, but his patience is running too thin now, and instincts take over. In no time, his lips and tongue are all over you, tentative, hesitant at first, trying to be careful and mindful about your sleeping state, but getting more confident and adding more pressure with each hungry lick, every eager kiss he places.

He barely registers your quiet, sleepy moans and whimpers over the sounds he’s making, wet and sticky, skin on skin. He’s moaning as well, just too absorbed by the taste and feel of you. How he’s missed this. How he’s missed you. He can feel his cock straining in his pants, but decides to ignore it for now. You are his sole focus, the only thing that should be on his mind now.

“Ah- Kento..”

Your voice is sleepy and a little confused when his lips latch onto your clit, his tongue flicking over it repeatedly. You can barely finish saying his name before another moan escapes your lips. He smiles onto your skin, not letting up on any of his ministrations as you blink sleepily, realizing that your dreams weren’t that unrealistic after all.

His gaze meets yours for a while and he pauses briefly: a silent check-in. Is this still okay? You look back at him and say nothing, instead lifting one of your hands slowly, putting it on his head, your fingers tangling in his hair. You don’t need words to tell him what you want, and he picks up again immediately, lapping at your folds as if it were the last meal he’d ever eat. You nearly close your legs at the sensation, but his free hand holds your legs open, fingertips digging into your thighs.

You can’t resist moving your hips just a bit, your body reacting purely on instinct while the last bits of sleep eb away from your hazy brain, the thick fog of sleep just getting replaced by a different kind of mist. Nanami lets you move against his mouth freely, flattening his tongue for more contact, and you can’t do anything but buck your hips and whimper as you feel a familiar buildup, a knot tying right behind your navel.

“Don’t stop”, you manage to pant out, quieter and more out of breath than you had hoped, but Nanami hears it nonetheless, humming against your core in acknowledgement. He focuses his attention back to your clit, sucking harshly as you cry out his name a little louder this time. You are so close when he flicks his tongue over your sensitive bud over and over. Your back arches off of the couch and your grip on his hair tightens as your climax washes over you like a sudden wave, pulling you under and making you lose yourself in pleasure.

Nanami doesn’t stop just there, instead just slows down his motions while you ride out your orgasm. You let go of his hair and let yourself sink back into the couch, breathing heavily as your eyes start adjusting to the dim lighting in your living room. He leans back after a final, soft kiss to your clit, making your legs twitch. His lips and chin are glistening from your release and the light makes him look almost ethereal. You sigh contently, smiling as you finally make proper eye contact. He smiles back at you, his eyes full of love.

“Welcome home, Kento”

#jjk #jjk x reader #nanami kento x reader #nanami x reader #jjk nanami #kinktober #Hazel_sin #2nd person pov #jjk smut #nanami smut

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husbandograveyard · 3 months ago

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Part of my 2024 Kinktober - Masterlist here

Prompt: Thigh riding Word count: 1200 Reader: No pronouns used, reader has a vagina and breasts, no nicknames used Cw: power imbalance, a bit of powerplay, Sukuna talks down on reader, but no explicit degradation, dom!Sukuna and sub!reader, thigh riding, slight begging, nipple pulling, Sukuna has 4 arms, size difference minors / ageless blogs interacting will be blocked

“Strip”

That was all he said while staring at you intently, making you shiver as you shed your layers, putting them to the side. Usually, you would neatly fold them, but you had heard the impatience in his voice. You knew the consequences would be yours to feel if you made him any more impatient. Any other day you could have tried to take it as a challenge, but not today. The way he looked at you and the way he spoke made it more than clear: you shouldn’t even think about being a brat now.

Now you stood before him, completely naked. Even sitting down he was almost as tall as you were standing up. You felt vulnerable, his eyes scanning your figure, one of his hands motioning to come closer, and closer, until one of your knees nearly bumped into one of his. He had all his clothes on still, and you couldn’t fully read his expression. It made the situation even more daunting, even though generally good things came out of these situations.

You felt the tension rise while he made you wait for a few more seconds. You studied his expression, which still wasn’t clear, and he didn’t break eye contact unless you did it first. The feeling was intense, and you were startled slightly when one of his lower hands hooked behind your knee, effectively pulling you into him.

It took you a second to register what he wanted you to do, before you spread your legs slightly, enough to take a seat on his thigh. Your breath hitched in your throat at the sensation of the fabric on your bare sex, and you felt your body reacting instinctively: pressing yourself down just a little bit more, looking for more of that contact.

His two lower hands settled on your hips, holding you in place firmly. You looked up at him, eyes pleading for more instructions, your hips moving a bit: a search for more friction badly disguised as settling.

“Desperate already?” The amusement was clear in his voice as he almost sneered at you.

You weren’t sure what to reply. Agree with him, and risk him denying you pleasure? Or try to deny it? You weren't that desperate yet, though the anticipation made you more aroused than you cared to admit. You stayed silent in your indecisiveness. Generally Sukuna already had planned out what he wanted to do with you, and you were just there to follow along, occasionally resisting the inevitable.

He didn’t really wait for an answer, the hands on your hips suddenly pulling you forward while still holding you down. You let out a sound that was something in between a yelp and a moan, placing your hands on his chest in an attempt to steady yourself. The sudden movement had sent a wave of pleasure through your entire body, but the speed at which it happened had taken you too off guard to properly savor it.

You didn’t have to wait too long to be able to feel it again though, as Sukuna swiftly repeated the motions, handling your body with ease. He did it again and again, yet you couldn’t get a grasp of the rhythm he was setting- leaving you to buck your hips in desperation as you searched for the right rhythm, the right angle, anything to get the buildup you were craving.

As if he read your mind, Sukuna flexed his thigh muscles and shifted his leg slightly, so most of the pressure was now directly on your clit. The movement was small, and you couldn’t do anything but moan loudly as he kept up his relentless, rhythmless handling of your body.

“Sukuna- I- you- please..”

You were starting to struggle to form coherent thoughts, let alone form sentences to say. You weren’t exactly sure what you were asking for either.

One of his free hands came up to tilt your chin, keeping your eyes fixed on his, while his final free hand trailed up from your sides to your chest, just another sensation that was completely out of control. You cried out when he pulled at a nipple, right at the same time the stimulation between your legs was at another height. It was all too much, and at the same time, not enough. Everything was out of your control, and if he could just give you that little bit more, you knew you could-

“Look at me.”

You weren’t even aware you had closed your eyes by now, too lost in all the sensations to register that you had shut out one of them. You opened your eyes, feeling your already erratic heartbeat missing a few beats just by seeing the way he was looking at you.

“What are you asking for?”

You whined in response, he knew damn well what the answer to that question was. Just as well as he knew that it would take all of your power to be able to formulate it. Meanwhile his sensory assaults on your body didn’t rest, and you felt a constant buildup that just as constantly slipped away, it was nothing but frustration filled with pleasure.

You were about to answer when he pulled at your other nipple harshly, and you let out a cry. He chuckled in response, thoroughly amused at your reactions, rock hard at the sight of you completely at his mercy. He’d have his turn after. For now, he’d just enjoy your reactions, your desperate helplessness.

“Say it. Beg for it if you need.”

You groaned, your thigh muscles and abs tensing from the effort of seeking out the exact rhythm you needed. You didn’t want to- truly, but you couldn’t not ask for it. You needed relief and release and you needed it now.

“Please- Sukuna,” you started, voice strained from the effort, unable to breathe as deeply as you would like.

Sukuna didn’t let up on his movements, dragging your cunt over the now soaked fabric of his yukata, keeping your gaze fixed on him.

“Please”, you groan, “let me cum”, adding another ‘please’ for good measure, knowing fully well about the effect your pleas have on him.

It seemed to satisfy him just enough for him to slow down a little, movements becoming more precise and matching the rhythm of your hips. You grasped onto his upper arms with a gasp, your fingertips digging into his skin as the buildup was there faster than you anticipated- as if your body had been preparing ever since this started.

“Go on then”, Sukuna said, looking you straight in the eyes, “cum.”

You nodded desperately, focusing on the almost electric jolts of pleasure you were feeling now. You only needed to roll your hips a few more times before you felt the buildup reach a climax, your muscles tensing up as you clenched around nothing when you came, crying out Sukuna’s name, messing up his clothes even more.

You felt yourself slump forward just a little as you came, your hands steadying you on his chest. Even though you had stilled your hips by now, Sukuna hadn’t let up on his movements and you were whining out, pleasure mixing with something you could only describe as ‘too much’. You heard Sukuna snicker.

“Let’s see if we can do that again.”

#sukuna x reader #jjk #jjk x reader #sukuna smut #Hazel_sin #jjk smut #kinktober #second person pov #afab reader

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husbandograveyard · 3 months ago

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Part of my 2024 Kinktober - Masterlist here

Prompt: Drunk sex Word count: 1600 Reader: afab (reader has a vagina, no other explicit body descriptions), reader gets called 'baby' Cw: alcohol consumption, drunk-ish reader, dubcon because drunkness, but reader is just very fumbly, awkward sex, pining, scissoring/tribbing, friends to lovers minors / ageless blogs interacting will be blocked

You weren’t exactly sure why you had agreed on going out with Shoko after work. It was a Friday night, and with no one on important missions, chances of her getting called in were small. This usually made for a light atmosphere, but also -in Shoko’s case- booze aplenty.

She was also so damn convincing. ‘Just one more’, ‘one for flavor’, ‘don’t tell me you’re already done’... You didn’t have to join her in her journey to make her blood to alcohol ratio about 50/50, but some impulsive part of you didn’t want to fall behind too much. Some part of you wanted to do even more than that, actually, you wanted to impress her.

Your friendship with Shoko had always been on a different level than that with your other friends. It was of the joking, flirty kind, but in the way that you weren’t sure if she was actually joking or serious half of the time, and the way she would talk to you made it all the more ambiguous. You usually tried to match her energy and give her the same type of banter right back.

But that also hurt you. After all, your feelings had turned from a playful, yet intense friendship, to a full-on crush in just a matter of weeks, and by now, you had fallen hard. You had yet to find the courage to tell her so, and maybe that’s why you had been so eager to impress her tonight. Maybe you would find said courage at the bottom of a bottle?

It was Shoko who eventually put a halt to your drinking. You weren’t that drunk just yet, if anything you had wanted to go on a little longer, flirt some more, spend some more time. But she had actually insisted. She wasn’t even close to being hammered either, and the whole scenario had left you confused.

“But Shoko, I-”

She laughed, the sound of it making your heart skip a beat.

“No buts, baby, we have better things to do tonight than get wasted.”

You were so taken off guard by that statement and the confidence with which she had said it. What did she mean by that? Your mind was clear enough to overthink it, but not clear enough to decipher her meaning. It only dawned on you when she grabbed your hand, tugging you in the direction of her room, instead of any shared space.

“Shoko I-”

“Sounding like a broken record, huh?” She chuckled, making fun of the way you hadn’t been able to form proper sentences the past few minutes. You had been so flabbergasted by the way things were unfolding, that you just weren’t sure if your alcohol-clouded mind could actually keep up with what was happening.

“You have been undressing me with your eyes for months now. You have been trying to be sneaky with your loving touches. You have been extremely receptive to my flirting, yet not giving in. I think you simply do not realize that I was kind of waiting to see if you would make the first move.”

Your mouth fell open in surprise. The flirting was just that? Flirting? Had you been that obvious with your crush? You thought you had been hiding it well. But maybe you had underestimated Shoko’s keen eye. She was not stupid, of course she had to see that something had changed between the two of you. But for her to see and to reciprocate your feelings and to initiate now, that was a series of events you had never even dared to dream of.

You had barely time to think when you felt yourself being pushed against the wall, right besides the door inside the room. The door was closed with a swift kick from her foot, and before you knew it, her lips were on yours. You were feeling like a dream, floating inside your mind, before you realized that you had to reciprocate and make sure she knew that this was something you really wanted too.

You wrapped your arms around her, one resting on the small of her back, the other on her shoulders and you pulled her into you, working your lips in rhythm with hers, your movements a little sloppy because of the drinks in your system and the sheer overwhelm of the situation.

Your hands were eager to explore, and before you knew it you had stumbled to the bed, needy kisses only being broken by the need to peel clothes off of each other. You were fumbling a lot, your hands shaking from nerves, and Shoko had to laugh when you just couldn’t seem to get her bra unclasped. She put her hands on yours, gently pushing them away and taking off the garment herself, before cupping your face, looking you straight in the eyes. The sudden intimate break in between all your earlier frantic movements made you want her even more. She didn’t say anything, but it was as if she was wordlessly checking in.

“Shoko, please…”, you surprised yourself at how steady your voice sounded, “I want to touch you, to fuck you. Please."

She smiled, as if that was all she needed to hear, pressing her lips to yours once more, letting her hands explore your body more freely. You followed her in the motions, a sensual dance, letting your lips leave hers, only to trail kisses all over her body. You nuzzled her neck, and spent some extra time and attention kissing a soft spot that had made her gasp, pulling the most delicious sounds from her throat.

You trailed your kisses down even more, peppering her chest in them. There was no strategy, no plan, just your overwhelming need to be with her and make her feel good. In between all her sounds of pleasure and contentment, you could feel her growing a little impatient too, skilled fingers expertly undressing you. Before you realized it all too well, you were both naked.

You couldn’t help but take a moment, just a short one, to take in the beauty you saw. Your mouth slightly agape, Shoko slapped your arm playfully, remarking that maybe you should stare less, do more. You nodded sheepishly in reply, pulling her down onto the mattress with you before locking lips again.

Wandering hands and grinding hips could only get you so far, and you started to position your legs in a way that you could both get some much-needed friction right there where you needed it most. In theory, it worked out perfectly in your head, in practice, it required a little more expertise than you could handle at this moment.

Luckily for you, Shoko had the expertise, knowledge and strength to help you out a bit. With a sexy grin on her face and some simple movements, she had flipped your positions in a way you were now laying on your back, looking up at her as she positioned herself in between your legs, draping one of hers over one of yours. It took a little readjusting, but she did so effortlessly, and within minutes her sex was pressed against yours.

You moaned at the sensation, all the foreplay from before had made the both of you wet enough for Shoko to be able to grind your clits against each other with just the right amount of friction. You bucked your hips up in what you hoped was a matching rhythm. Even if it wasn’t, it was enough for her to throw back her head with a whimper, while not letting up on the grinding she was doing.

She picked up the pace even, shifting just a little to find the perfect spot-

And she did. You nearly yelled out her name, having the sense to slap a hand over your mouth right before you did so. It was late, no need to wake up anyone else nearby. She chuckled, though it came out more as a low groan, a sound of victory as she repeated that exact motion, and it didn’t take long for your vision to explode in stars. You came fast and hard, your body reacting faster than your mind could catch up, you felt yourself sober up in almost an instant, and got drunk again -this time on all the endorphins- just as fast.

You whimpered and whined when she didn’t stop, chasing her own high now that you had come, readjusting her own legs and moving just a little faster. You felt your mixed arousal drip down your thighs and ass, and those sensations, combined with the slick sounds of your lips rubbing together and her breathy whimpers and moans, turned you on even more, overstimulation be damned.

You blabbed out her praises, telling her how good she made you feel, how gorgeous she looked, how pretty she sounded. Your words were slurred from the ecstasy you were feeling more than from the alcohol in your veins, and they seemed to be just what Shoko needed to get sent over the edge as well. Her movements became irregular bursts as she rode out her orgasm, before -carefully- collapsing onto you.

You wrapped your arms around her, holding her tightly as both of you were breathing heavily. You couldn’t help but press soft, open-mouthed kisses at whatever skin was within reach, mostly her cheek and temple. Shoko shifted her position so your legs were no longer forced open by her body, and cuddled into you.

“Fuck- that was amazing”, you panted out after you felt the most intense emotions eb away a little.

She chuckled in response.

“Just you wait until you see what I can do to you when we’re both sober.”

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husbandograveyard · 2 months ago

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Part of my 2024 Kinktober - Masterlist here

Prompt: cockwarming Word count: 1500 Reader: afab (reader has a vagina and breasts), no pronouns, reader gets called 'sweetheart' Cw: Choking / breath play, rough sex, teasing, established relationship, dom!suguru, sub!reader

minors / ageless blogs interacting will be blocked

You had meant it mostly as a joke when you had sent Suguru some texts about wanting a new necklace, sending him a picture of his hands when he had asked for some clarification. He hadn’t reacted to it at first, and you assumed that was the end of it. Just another meme exchange in your never ending chat conversation.

You had even forgotten about it by the time you went home. The conversation was buried under mundane text about groceries that needed to be bought, and dinner plans for that evening. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary when you got home, kicking your shoes off and placing them near the door. You put the groceries down and started stalling them away, checking your phone to see if Suguru would be long, so you could plan on when to start preparing dinner.

You were almost done when Suguru did come home, greeting you with strong arms sneaking around your waist and a soft kiss placed to the nape of your neck while you were cooking. You chuckled, turning around to give him a quick kiss, and redirected your focus back to the food, making sure it would not burn. In doing so, you did miss a certain glint in Suguru’s eyes, one you didn’t see very often.

You turned off the stove, moving pots and pans to positions where they could safely cool down, and reached up to open the cupboards with the plates.

“Suguru, could you mayb-”

You interrupted yourself with a gasp when Suguru wrapped an arm around you again, this time unexpectedly. His other covered yours reaching for the cupboard and he placed his hand over yours, gently lowering it before you could knock over plates in surprise.

“Sugu-?” You asked with your voice not nearly as steady as you had hoped it would be, when he started peppering your neck with kisses. Your breath hitched in your throat at the sensation, his lips latching onto a spot he knew was sensitive, and you felt your body relax against him.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day”, he murmured against your skin, never ceasing the open mouthed kisses he was now trailing towards your shoulder. He made a huffing noise when his lips reached fabric, and you smiled a little at the way you could practically see him pouting without even facing him.

Your smugness was only temporary though, as he wasted no time picking you up. You yelped out in surprise as he carried you to the bedroom, wasting no time in laying you down on the bed, already pulling his shirt over his head.

You couldn’t deny you were both turned on and intrigued by his sudden eagerness, but you were also confused. What had caused this?

He was on you in no time, lifting your shirt and pulling it over your head. Finally peppering kisses to the sensitive skin of your neck, the places he couldn’t reach earlier.

“You shouldn’t feign surprise. You send me such suggestive messages, then think I wouldn’t react to it? Not do anything with it? One silly picture and you occupied my mind all day, should’ve sent a picture of you with it, honestly, maybe that would’ve made me a bit less pent up.”

He was murmuring against your neck and shoulders, putting emphasis on certain words by nipping your skin here and there, then softly kissing the spots where he was marking you. You were still confused, finding it hard to focus and think about why he was all worked up like this, your brain shutting down and thinking only of the way he was hovering above you, all his ministrations making you whimper and moan.

He sat up just a little bit to study your flustered face with a grin, seemingly pleased with the effect he was having on you. This was only increased when he slowly placed his hand on your throat. No pressure, barely touching you. Your eyes were wide, pupils blown. Your mouth fell open just a little when you finally realized what had caused all this. Your lips stayed stuck in that silent o-shape until he removed his hand, only turning into a disappointed pout when he got off of the bed.

He chuckled and reached down to unbutton his pants, before looking up at you, still on the bed, unmoving.

“You best make sure you’re lying there naked for me before I’m done.”

He said it with a gentle smile, but his tone betrayed his true, darker intentions. Not that he had to ask twice. It was as if those words had lit a fire underneath your ass, and you scrambled to peel off your clothes as fast as you could. His earlier ministrations already making you anticipate what’s to come and having you more eager than you would have liked to admit.

Prep was short yet tender, as he plunged two fingers into your heat without much warning once he was on you again. His lips captured yours in feverish kisses, his tongue dancing with yours in a rhythm that only he was in control of. He was doing so little, yet so much already. You bucked your hips up into his touches, thumb coming up to rub at your clit. You could only moan into his mouth, keeping him close with your arms wrapped around him, fingertips digging into his back.

You felt some sweet buildup already, and whined loudly when he made said buildup subside in a matter of seconds when he retracted his fingers. You didn’t have time to voice your complaints though, cause his fingers were replaced by his cock in a matter of seconds. You groaned at the sensation of him pushing in, gathered slick providing barely enough lubricant to make it truly comfortable. He was as slow and mindful as he was impatient, not really waiting for you to adjust after he bottomed out, immediately transitioning to slow, deep strokes that made your toes curl.

“Suguru- I-...” You weren’t quite sure what you were going to ask or say, your mind blanking on the words. He merely let out a breathy chuckle in response, murmuring some praise on just how nice you felt around him. How you were so warm, so good for him. You melted away at his compliments, and you nearly forgot what he had promised earlier.

It became much harder to forget when he leaned back just enough to be able to place his hand around your throat again.

Again, no pressure, it was a ghost of a touch. You were impressed by how much he was in control, considering he was still keeping up a precise rhythm, slamming his hips into yours. You looked up at him, a strain to open your eyes while you were experiencing all these other sensations. His eyes were fixed on yours, gaze filled with adoration and lust, and a little bit of something else. Worry? You smiled a little, gave the slightest nod. You trusted him. It was okay.

He picked up the pace, trading slow and deep for faster and deep, just the way you liked it. The way his large hand hadn’t moved on your throat, had your breath hitching in anticipation. You closed your eyes again, focusing on the pleasant pressure between your legs, and the way it was making your legs twitch. It wouldn’t be long now, since that sweet buildup from earlier had returned almost as soon as he had pushed his tip past your entrance.

And now there was also his hand, the way his fingers closed around your throat ever so slightly. Not enough to cut off any airflow at all, but enough to make you feel a certain tension, and it was only accelerating the way your pleasure was building up.

You moaned-

Or at least you wanted to, because the second Suguru had felt you clenching around him in a familiar way, he knew you were close, and cut off your airflow. He was quick, he was precise, and the way he did it, sent you over the edge immediately. The temporary lack of oxygen making you see stars as you came, your usual moans reduced to some weak whimpers and choked noises as your mind went completely blank.

The pleasure was intense, unlike anything you had experienced before. You almost wished you could stay in that mindset for a while longer: no thoughts, just mind-numbing white pleasure. But Suguru didn’t go that far, letting go as soon as your orgasm started to subside, cupping your cheek to make you look at him -just to check in-. He slowed down, only for a moment, to not push you past any limits. But when you smiled at him, taking in some deep breaths as if your brain willed your body to replenish the oxygen lost, he picked up the pace again.

He smiled when he spoke up in low grunts, trying to stave off his own orgasm for just a little longer.

“Don’t think we’re done just yet, sweetheart. I think I want to see you in that ‘necklace’ again.”

#geto x reader #suguru x reader #suguru geto x reader #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk reader inser #geto smut #jjk smut #suguru smut #Hazel_sin #kinktober #scheduled post #2nd person pov #GN reader #afab reader

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husbandograveyard · 3 months ago

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Part of my 2024 Kinktober - Masterlist here

Prompt: threesome Word count: 2150 Reader: No pronouns used, reader has a vagina and breasts, no nicknames etc. used Cw: threesome, throuple dynamics, Geto is a teacher AU, facesitting, cunnilingus, teasing, brat!Gojo, sub!Gojo, whiney!Gojo, tease!Gojo, basically Gojo gets what he was asking for and more, dom!Geto, reader is somewhere in between minors / ageless blogs interacting will be blocked

Satoru was such a brat. Always running his mouth, teasing in both words and actions. He knew just what to say and do to rile you up, how to touch you in ways that let you know that he was craving you, what to say to make your skin erupt in goosebumps, and he knew just how to push Suguru’s buttons as well.

Worst of all was his ability to keep a straight face through it. Smiling innocently when your cheeks heat up, as if he hadn’t just leant down to whisper the dirtiest promises in your ear. Suguru was better at keeping his composure, but mostly because he was even more determined to not give Gojo what he wanted -not yet at least-. You were faster to crumble, but usually, you did try to hold on just as well, knowing that the reward would be so sweet for everyone involved.

Today was such a day. Satoru woke up in a mood, already letting his hands wander from the minute he opened up his eyes, even though your alarm clocks were clear: it was a teaching day, not one to slack off.

You didn’t know just what he had done to Suguru, but Satoru had been gleefully skipping out on any and all duties that weren’t super necessary, even leaving the students to run laps on the track field, while bothering you in your class. You had hissed at him to get back to work when he had made a suggestive comment in a hushed tone while you were trying to oversee a sparring exercise. He had let his hands wander near inappropriate territory in a hug, a public display of affection that was already pushing boundaries while you were both in your functions as teachers in front of the class. And most of all, he had been constantly texting in your group chat, initially just all kinds of reasons why Suguru and you should just quit early for the day, getting more and more explicit and suggestive as the day went on, even going as far as spending his lunch break sending some pictures to the both of you. The latter had nearly made you chuck your phone across the classroom in shock.

You had to agree with him for a bit: he was right to be needy, it was a rare occasion that the three of you were around for longer than a couple of hours, and the clock was ticking for one of you to get called away on a mission again. Sure, it would be nice if you could make the most of it, spending all this time cuddling, dating and making love, but all three of you were adults with jobs and responsibilities. For Gojo those came a little easier, so he usually felt a little more inclined to take some liberties with fulfilling his duties, something Suguru and you rarely to never did.

Still, you knew there was no way all of Satoru’s teasing and button-pushing would go unpunished. You had been struggling to keep it together ever since Satoru had placed his hand strategically high on your thigh under the table while you were having lunch, and you hadn’t failed to notice a light twitch in Suguru’s left eye when he made eye-to-blindfold contact with the perpetrator. Satoru had just left the table earlier with a smile, saying something about quitting classes earlier, and maybe meeting him in your shared room?

No such thing happened of course, but the minute the final class of the day was over you noticed another notification in the group chat. This time it was from Suguru.

Room. Now.

You chuckled, quickening your step a little. No doubt Satoru would be virtually teleporting to your shared bedroom, and you didn’t want to be left out of the action too much. Besides, after a day such as this one, you knew Suguru would be in a mood to put Satoru in his place, and you didn’t want to miss too much of that.

You were right to hurry up. You were the last one to get to the room and opened the door to your two boyfriends already making out. Suguru had his hand around Satoru’s throat in an almost gentle way, holding him close while they kissed. The sight made you flustered already, even though it was nothing new. They didn’t break the kiss when they heard the door open but Suguru did motion for you to close the door behind you. You did so, and locked it for good measure- you didn’t want anyone walking in on the three of you.

As per usual, Suguru was swift to take command, letting go of Satoru, leaving him breathless and panting from that intense kiss already, and pulling you in instead. Suguru took his time kissing you, switching between soft, loving pecks and more intense kisses, while holding you tenderly. You wrapped your arms around him as you kissed back, happy for some form of intimacy and release, after all the tension that had been building up all day.

It wasn’t long before you heard some whiny noises though, and you chuckled against Suguru’s lips as the both of you glanced down at Satoru, who was now sitting at the edge of the bed, looking up at the two of you with a pout on his glossy lips. You smiled, redirecting your attention to the man who was holding you again. Your playful smile turned into a smirk when you looked into his dark eyes, a quiet understanding between the two of you wordlessly clicking into place. He mirrored your playful expression.

“What do you think? After all he did today, we ought to just bind him to the desk chair and let him watch us fuck…”, Suguru mused, talking to you, not even looking at the number one sorcerer sitting on the bed, looking more desperate with every second someone wasn’t paying attention to him.

You hummed in agreement, pecking his lips again.

“You’re right, but then we ought to shut him up too. You know how loud he can get when he begs to be allowed to join”, you added with a chuckle, easily playing along to the tones set by Suguru.

“That’s fair”, he agreed, “I have a better plan then.”

You laughed lightly, giving Suguru one more kiss before letting go of him, giving him a nod to signal you were ready for whatever.

Suguru was quick to take command, as he always was, instructing Gojo to get undressed and lay down on the bed. It was almost funny to see how fast Satoru scrambled to get his clothes off. You weren’t surprised to see he was hard already, and you couldn’t help but lick your lips at the sight. In any other situation, you would join on the bed immediately and help him out a bit. It was always such a pleasure to have the great Satoru Gojo crumble underneath your skilled hands and lips, but you knew that wasn’t the way things were going to go today. After all, brats need to be punished just a little.

A firm hand on your shoulder and the mention of your name pulled you out of your thoughts. You looked at Suguru with big, questioning eyes, and he chuckled when he realized the view on the bed in front of you had successfully distracted you so much that you hadn’t heard him calling out for you twice already. The view in this direction was similarly distracting though, as Suguru had shed most of his layers already as well, standing dressed in nothing but his boxer shorts and a handsome grin. There was impatience in his eyes, and you realized that all Satoru’s teasing of the day had made for both of your partners to be impatient today, albeit each in their own way.

“I said you should maybe take off your clothes as well, it’ll make the next step easier.”

Suguru was more gentle in tone towards you. You nodded, taking off your clothes swiftly, not even bothering to put on a show, eager to see where this would lead today. Satoru was laying on his back leisurely, enjoying the view with his head craned upwards slightly.

Satoru was about to speak up when Suguru silenced him by simply holding up a finger. You smiled at the interaction, while you could see Satoru doing the math in his head with a glimmer in his eye: should he push this a little further still, just to see what the consequences would be?

Suguru was faster, and thus the first to speak.

“Let’s shut him up and give him what he wanted, shall we?”

You nodded, and followed Suguru’s instructions to take place where Satoru’s head was. Your legs on either side of him, Suguru instructed that he didn’t want to hear a single word or plea from Satoru until he’s made you cum at least once. He wasn’t allowed to cum either until both Suguru and you had gotten off. Satoru whimpered out an affirmative, hands already on your thighs and pulling you down a bit. He was more than eager to finally get some attention, in whichever capacity.

You weren’t prepared for the eagerness with which Satoru started eating you out. He had been starving for attention as much as he had been starving for you with the way he was sloppily making out with your folds. You moaned out immediately at the sudden intensity, grabbing onto the headboard for stability. You tried to keep your body raised somewhat, but you were no match for Satoru’s strong hands holding you in place, pulling you as close as he could, burying himself in your sex, nearly suffocating himself. His own moans and whimpers only added to the sensations, and before you knew it, you were dripping yourself, lightly rocking your hips in his hold, chasing after your high.

Another layer of stimuli came when you felt Satoru’s body rocking in sync with yours on the bed. In all the excitement and pleasure you had nearly forgotten about Suguru, who had used the distraction to prepare himself. He had now pushed Satoru’s legs up, and was sliding into him in rhythm with your own hips. Suguru’s deep groans and breathy moans joined your own sounds of pleasure, as well as the muffled moans and whimpers coming out from underneath you.

It wasn’t too long before the mix of all those sounds and the intense sensations you were feeling were amplified when Satoru latched his lips onto your clit, sucking hard, and making you cry out in pleasure, arching your back a little. This made it easier for Suguru to lean forward, grabbing your shoulder for leverage and kissing your neck. You moaned even louder at that, feeling your mind go blank. It took all your willpower to answer with a breathy “yes,” when Suguru -in between labored breaths- asked you if “Satoru was doing a good job making you feel good?”

Satoru was doing such a great job even, you felt your orgasm rapidly approaching. In any other case you would have tried to stave it off a little more, especially since this was technically a punishment, and usually Suguru and you made that last more than a few measly minutes. But the desperation with which Satoru was working your most sensitive spots made it hard to hold back anything at all.

You cried out when he pushed his tongue inside, moving faster and thrusting into you in bursts that were dependent on the way Suguru made his body move. Your knuckles were white from how hard you were gripping the headboard now, whimpering as you announced that you were so, so close.

That only spurred both of the men on, and you could only let the pleasure come over you in wave after wave, before a particular deep trust with Satoru’s tongue sent you over the edge without warning. You moaned loudly, your legs shaking. Your instinct was to sit up, but Satoru held you in place, tongue eagerly lapping up your release and then some, driving you towards overstimulation almost.

You could still feel his body moving underneath you, noticing that the rhythm had changed some, and you turned your head slightly when you heard Suguru let out a breathy chuckle.

“That wasn’t the agreement, Satoru”, he moaned out, changing his pace for deep, hard thrusts, conserving his stamina without stopping to chase his own high.

“You would only come after both of us. Not one of us”

Suguru made a tutting sound, a little less demeaning while he was so out of breath himself. But the impact of the next few words wasn’t any less because of it.

“Let’s do this again then, hm? Until you have done this properly, according to our rules.”

#jjk #jjk x reader #satoru x reader #suguru x reader #satoru x suguru x reader #gojo x reader #geto x rader #geto x gojo x reader #stsg #stsg x reader #Hazel_sin #2nd person pov #afab reader

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husbandograveyard · 3 months ago

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Part of my 2024 Kinktober - Masterlist here

Prompt: Blindfold Word count: 2500 Reader: No pronouns used, reader has a vagina and breasts, reader gets called babe and dear Cw: Blindfold, fingering, sensory play, some temperature play, some impact play, some biting (nothing too much), ruined orgasm to eventual satisfaction, Gojo is a whore for praise (nothing new), some nipple play, reader has trouble focusing on sex/cumming, spit mentioned once.

[A/n]: this one is LONG (compared to the others in this series) and very self-indulgent. My neurodivergent ass has trouble focusing during the horizontal tango, so I dedicate this fic to myself. For that reason I am also HC'ing the reader as neurodivergent, but you are free to see them however you like <3 I hope you enjoy reading the fic either way, because I had a blast writing it! minors / ageless blogs interacting will be blocked

It was gone.

You groaned out in frustration as you felt the perfect buildup towards your orgasm subside, until there was nothing left but sensations that felt neither good or bad, just a feeling. Letting go of the sheets balled up in your fists, you gently placed one hand on top of Gojo’s larger one, making him still his movements completely, pulling out his fingers.

“Did it happen again?”

When you nodded in response, he clicked his tongue in annoyance and wiped his hand on the sheets. The annoyance was not directed towards you, it was moreso a shared displeasure, frustration in your stead. He wanted you to feel pleasure, wanted you to cum. Yet somehow your brain wouldn’t allow you to focus unless the stars were aligned perfectly.

You actually didn’t mind as much. You enjoyed sex, still. You found comfort in the proximity, the intimacy, the love you shared. There was also very little that made you feel as confident and attractive as the great Satoru Gojo practically worshiping you, or having him completely at your mercy every now and then.

But he didn’t see it that way. Especially because Satoru was so used to being good, no, the best at everything. It was not so much a matter of pride as it was of ego. The fact that he was struggling to make you come felt like an insult to his skills, no matter how many times you had assured him that there was nothing he was doing wrong. It was just your brain providing too many thoughts and distractions, taking you away from the matter at hand.

Satoru got up from the bed, started to rummage in his closet drawers. You propped yourself up on your elbows, watching him curiously. Usually that was not how these situations ended; You’d take some time kissing and cuddling, getting back in the mood before eventually having sex and having another round of cuddles after. It was what you were prepared for, and what you were looking forward to.

You frowned in confusion, observing Gojo as he finally found what he was looking for, pulling a piece of black fabric out of the drawer with a triumphant grin. You cocked your head to the side, opening your mouth to ask him what this was about, but he interrupted you before you could even start speaking.

“One of my blindfolds!”

He looked at you with a huge smile on his face, as if he had just revealed a full-on brilliant plan, and expected you to jump on the hype train with him immediately.

“Are you gonna tie me up?”

“Of course not, silly”, he chuckled, “I’m gonna blindfold you. One sense less, means one less distraction. I’ll force that brain of yours to focus on just the sensations, on just me. If you can’t see what’s coming, you can’t anticipate it, so you’ll be taken by surprise, and that will hopefully increase your focus.”

You thought it over, finding that there was very little to argue with his logic. In the best case he was right, and in the worst case, he’d still be taking care of you with pleasant sensations. There was no outcome where you’d lose in this scenario, so you smiled and nodded:

“Sure. Let’s try it.”

Satoru climbed onto the bed again, sitting cross-legged next to your naked frame, motioning for you to sit up a little. You did just that, feeling a little bit of excitement bubbling up at the feeling of the soft fabric across your eyes. He leaned in close to tie the blindfold behind your head, an expert at the motions on himself, but fiddling a little now it was on someone else.

“How’s that?”

You wiggled your eyebrows, tried to blink and scrunched up your nose, trying to move the blindfold with just your facial expressions. It shifted slightly, but your vision stayed a vague black.

“Perfect”, you smiled.

“Lay back down then, I’ll guide you,” Satoru replied, one hand already on your back, guiding you to lay back down onto the bed. You shifted until you were comfortable, fully closing your eyes under the blindfold in anticipation. It was no use trying to peer from underneath it, and it only added to your excitement.

You felt the weight on the bed shift as Satoru got up, moving away from the bed. You strained your ears, trying to hear where he was going and what he was up to. You couldn’t help but notice that your senses felt just a little different now, now that one of them was blocked off. He hadn’t said what exactly he would do either, which only added to your focus and would undoubtedly add to the surprises that would follow.

“You remember our safe word, right?”

Satoru’s voice was across the room, near the doorframe. You frowned. He wasn’t going to play some stupid joke and leave, right? You nodded in response to his question.

“Use your words, dear.”

“Yes, I remember��, you sighed, just the slightest hint of annoyance in your voice. What was he up to? Now was not the moment for teasing. The plan was to get you in the mood and focus, but all he was doing now was pushing your curiosity just a little bit too far.

“Good.”

It was quiet for a second, and you suddenly felt a little exposed just laying there naked, still not a single touch from Satoru.

“You’re not going to leave me here, are you?”

He laughed, a genuine and playful laugh, the sound giving you some tingles.

“Of course not. But I do want to go get some stuff…” the way he emphasized the last word made you even more suspicious. What the hell was that supposed to mean? You voiced that question out loud.

“You know, to really make this a true sensory experience?”

You raised your eyebrows at his tone, not that he could see that.

“I will be right back. I promise.”

He did sound more sincere with those final words, in an effort to reassure you that this was definitely not a stupid prank, and you heard his footsteps move down the hallway. You took a few deep breaths, trying to not let your thoughts wander too much, and instead trying to direct your focus onto yourself, your body and the way you were feeling.

The room wasn’t too warm nor too cold. You had been sweating a little earlier when you were getting into it, but the sweat had long dried on your skin, making it a little colder to the touch where it had properly cooled down your body temperature. You didn’t feel chilly though, but you knew it wouldn’t be long. You hoped Satoru would hurry up-

Right as you thought so, you felt the mattress dip again. You gasped, you hadn’t even heard him come back into the room. Had you been so deep in thought?

Satoru lets out a low whistle, and you can hear him smirking as he speaks: “Damn, babe. I should’ve done this before. You look breathtaking laying there, all helplessly anticipating me”

You wish you could roll your eyes at him, but at the same time, you’re much too curious about what is to come to truly express any annoyance; in the heart of it all there was praise for you, and you know that’s just what he is seeking too: your praise when he does a good job. You whimpering his name when he makes you feel good. You coming undone for him, by his touches and kisses. No matter how you looked at it, no matter how much it was something he did for you, it was also still a win for him.

Your train of thought was interrupted again, this time by Satoru lightly grazing the skin of your stomach. Just his fingertips, dancing across the skin, almost tickling, but not even enough for that. The sensation made you shiver, and you felt your brain focus just a little, waiting for more.

He pressed his fingers down a little, trailing down to your navel, and then up in between your breasts. You noticed his fingers were cold. Not like his usual chilly touch, but almost as if he had put his hands in the freezer-?

You gasped loudly when you felt an ice cube being pressed against your collarbone. The location was wildly different to where Satoru’s fingertips were still tracing your skin, the ice cold sensation sudden and unexpected, nearly shocking your brain into focus.

Satoru chuckled, removing the ice cube to not make the cold hurt you, rubbing the water that had melted onto your skin, letting it evaporate and leave nothing but goosebumps behind.

Before you could even say anything, he repeated the motion, ice cube a little lower, right above your breasts, while his other hand was trailing down as well, fingertips now dancing below your navel. You swallowed away a whimper. You weren’t exactly sure how this was feeling, but it wasn’t bad. You were on edge, but ready for pleasure. You were seeking it out. You were-

-taken off guard when he now shifted fast, retracting the hand on your belly and dipping his head down to lick off the water on your skin now. You couldn’t help but gasp again, and you felt a slight vibration of him chuckling onto your skin.

Your heartbeat was picking up now, anticipation flooding your veins. There was very little he had done so far, yet these few little movements and sensations had already been successful in getting you on edge in a pleasant way. You wanted to bite your lip, but were stopped in doing so when Satoru pressed his lips to yours, capturing them in a quick, but sloppy kiss. You felt a little saliva drip on your chin when he pulled away again, and before you could whine at the loss of contact, the ice cube -now nearly melted- was pressed to one of your nipples.

You moaned, the chill hardening your nipple, the feeling only getting better when the last of the ice cube melted and it was just Satoru’s skilled fingers playing with the sensitive bud. You arched your back into his touches, and whined when he stopped them just as suddenly as they started.

Before you could voice your complaint, he had latched his lips onto the other nipple, sucking hard, before letting go with a wet pop. He then pressed a soft kiss to your breast, and you just felt the way his lips were curled as he did so: he was smirking, enjoying the way you were reacting. He just knew that whatever he did was working. And he was right about it too.

The whiplash from sensation to sensation, made it unable for your brain to drift off. You couldn’t help but focus as he continued to barrage your body with a mix of soft and less soft touches. A kiss here, a light nibble there. A kiss to your lips while his fingers pinched one of your nipples, a kiss to your stomach before his hand came down on your thigh harshly, following that motion with some soothing rubs, to just move onto another sensation, another spot to lick, to kiss, to slap, to suck, to nibble.

“Fuck- ‘Toru”

You were a writhing mess now, very much aware of the slick that has been gathering between your thighs all this time. The sensory experience, almost overload, had your sex throbbing and you wanted to rub your thighs together, desperate for some friction. Satoru had to have noticed it too, but so far he hadn’t really acknowledged it, too busy giving you pleasure literally everywhere but the spot where you needed him the most.

When he did touch you there, for the first time since you started this ordeal, you almost yelped, a soft brush with one slender finger over your folds was already enough to send electric jolts through your body. You had been so worked up by now that your brain was fully focused, and when Satoru finally slid two fingers into your sopping heat, you locked in even more. You felt every movement, every curl of his fingers, every drag of his fingertips against your sensitive walls. You heard the lewd sounds, wet on wet, mixed into with your own moans and whimpers. You bucked your hips up into his touches, but Satoru kept your hips down with his free hand, leaving you completely at his mercy.

He changed the angle of his hand just a little so he could rub at your clit as well as keep up the previous motions, and you felt your legs tense up, then twitch.

“How’s that feel, babe? You gettin’ there?”

You know he’s gauging the effect he’s having on you, checking in to see if his plan is actually working as well as he’s fishing for praise, as if your satisfied moans and whimpers aren’t enough of a sign that he’s doing a good job. You don’t want to risk losing the momentum now though, now that you’re so very close to getting some sweet release, so you make sure to interject your wordless sounds with praises for how good he’s making you feel and pleas for him to not stop whatever he is doing. And he doesn’t, he keeps on curling his fingers just right, circling your clit with the exact amount of pressure you need. Your praises might be a way of appeasing him and his incorrigible ego, but there was a truth in them too. Whatever he was doing, you were feeling it in every single cell of your body, and you desperately didn’t want him to stop.

You know he is about to talk again, undoubtedly some smartass remark, but he interrupts himself at the first syllable as your walls clench around his fingers almost rhythmically, and you are almost taken off guard yourself as the pleasure reaches its peak. Your orgasm makes you close your eyes tightly, even under the blindfold, and for once your head seems void of any thoughts except for the ones that you cannot put into words: just a blank mind filled with feelings of pleasure.

Satoru continues the movement of his fingers just a little longer, slowing down after a while when he notices you’re no longer twitching as hard. He eventually pulls them out of you, and you don’t need to lift the blindfold to know that he is practically beaming with pride.

“There you go. Told you I’d get you there.”

You are too busy focusing on breathing normally again, that you can’t even retort, just lifting the blindfold from your eyes instead so you can look at him again.

“Next time I’ll make you cum twice.”

He was going to be the death of you.

#gojo x reader #jjk #jjk x reader #satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk smut #gojo smut #Hazel_sin #2nd person pov #afab reader #scheduled post

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husbandograveyard · 2 months ago

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Part of my 2024 Kinktober - Masterlist here

Prompt: cockwarming Word count: 1500 Reader: afab (reader has a vagina and breasts), no pronouns, reader gets called 'love' Cw: domestic fluff, domestic smut, lazy morning sex, cockwarming cause why move, established relationship, voice kink if you squint, teasing from both partners

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The curtains weren’t fully closed.

It’s the first thing you notice in the morning, as a bright ray of sunlight manages to shine right onto your face, making you wake up at the bright yet warm sensation. The light gives your room somewhat of a cozy feeling, and you shift slightly, leaning into Toji a bit more.

He is lying behind you, one leg draped around one of yours and an arm loosely around your midsection. He makes a soft grumbling noise, a sign that he is awake as well -though barely.

You make no attempts to move anymore, perfectly content with how you’ve settled in. You don’t have to work, and neither does he, so you can actually enjoy the absence of your alarm clock and settle in, enjoy the proximity, the cuddle, the intimacy, the-

“Good morning.”

Toji interrupts your thoughts with a squeeze of his arm and his deep, gruff morning voice close to your ear. It tickles a little, and you chuckle.

“Morning Toji”, you mumble back, shifting again, so you can place a kiss on his arm. He murmurs an inaudible answer, and you close your eyes again, ready to rest just a little more.

You feel yourself slipping away, while you feel Toji shift a bit- and then again. You smile at the way he grumbles a little, seemingly dissatisfied with the way he cannot seem to find a good position to continue resting in. Eventually he readjust you a little, pulling you even more into him, and you chuckle quietly.

It is completely silent for a while, just your breathing, in sync with Toji’s. You’re feeling your eyelids grow heavy when you feel his hand wander a bit, shifting from holding you close with his arm around your waist, to a little lower, where the hem of your oversized t-shirt is. You take in a deeper breath when he slips his hand underneath it, resting it on your skin there, not yet moving.

For a second you think he just wants to enjoy the feeling of you, skin on skin, the way he gently rubs his thumb but doesn’t move his hand just yet. But then he does let his hand wander, until it rests right underneath your breast, and you know just what is coming.

You let out a small, content sigh, a silent sign for him that what he is doing is okay, but that he will have to work a bit to get you in the mood. You were enjoying a little extra time for sleeping, after all. Maybe you’d make it a bit of a challenge, you knew he would enjoy that if you didn’t push it too far.

It takes a while for him to continue moving though. His breathing is deep and even, as if he himself isn’t entirely sure whether he’s in need of more sleep or up for a round of lazy morning sex. You aren’t exactly sure of what you want either, shimmying your body to press into him, settling in again.

You would have been able to do so, if it weren’t for the obvious hardness pressing into your thigh. You couldn’t help but grin a little at the way his breathing hitched the second you accidentally grinded on him, and snickered when it happened again when you repeated the motion -not so accidentally.

“Tease”

His tone was accusing, but you could hear the way he was smiling while saying it, and you couldn’t help but smirk in response. He matched your energy though, letting his hand slide up, playfully fondling your chest, letting the pads of his fingers glide over your nipples as he felt them harden under his touch.

You couldn’t help but arch your back into his gentle, lazy touches. He took his time mapping out your upper body, as if he didn’t already know it by heart. There was a tenderness to it all, and you closed your eyes in bliss. You would be perfectly content laying like this all day, but you did feel Toji growing a little impatient, as his touches became more intense, precise and needy.

You felt him moving his hips ever so slightly, rocking his clothed erection against your back, enjoying some friction. You knew that soon enough just friction wouldn’t be enough for him anymore.

“How about you just put it in?”

"Eh?"

The way his voice rose slightly in pitch at his surprise made you giggle. You weren’t sure if he was genuinely surprised, or if he just hadn’t heard you properly with his mind clouded half by sleep and half by want. Either way, his reaction entertained you, and you just stayed quiet for a bit while he fully processed what you had said.

“You serious?”

“Hmhmm” you muse, nodding your head slightly as you readjust it on your pillow. He chuckles, a deep rumble that you feel reverberating against your back.

“Bold on this beautiful morning, are ya?” it’s the longest sentence he’s said so far, and the first proper display of his morning voice. The timbre helps turn you on more than any of his touches so far do. If you could bathe in that voice, you would.

You’d almost think with him asking so many questions was a sign of him not being too eager, but the opposite was true. He just wanted to make it a game as much as you were.

His hand let go of your breast and slid down over your tummy, effortless dipping beneath the waistband of the shorts you were wearing -stolen from his side of your shared closet. His fingers danced playfully along the fabric of your panties, touching you just about everywhere but the places where you needed him.

You shifted a bit, an attempt to make him touch you better, and he chuckled right next to your ear, the feeling of his lips on your earlobe sending shivers down your spine.

“So eager, hmm? Where’s all the teasing gone?”

You were about to reply when he pressed one finger to your clit, finding the spot so effortlessly, rubbing lazy circles over your panties. Your hips bucked up into his touch by reflex, and you let the softest whine escape your lips. He was right, he had somehow managed to turn the tables on you, though you were much too stubborn to ever admit to that.

“Toji..”

It came out much more needy than you had anticipated, and he just laughed again, but he did comply by now moving his hand underneath your panties, touching you with long, slow strokes. He circled your clit a few times, before sliding his finger down between your folds, towards your entrance. The arousal that had built up and gathered until now made this all unsurprisingly easy for him, but he couldn’t help but comment on it as he slipped one finger into your core.

“Looks like I won’t have too much effort ‘just putting it in’, hmm?” You could hear his smirk in his tone, but you cut off your own reply with a moan when he curled his finger inside of you just right. Oh how you were looking forward to the next step.

Toji didn’t make you wait too long, pulling his hand back all too sudden and readjusting you. It never ceased to amaze you how effortless his strength was. Lifting you up by the hips to slide down the shorts just enough, pushing your leg up and your panties to the side- it was only a matter of seconds before his tip was prodding at your entrance and you both let out a breathy moan as he pushed in -agonizingly slow.

He filled you up so nicely, he always did, and the sensation of you stretching out over him was one you’d never not welcome. You groaned quietly, and Toji wrapped an arm around you, pulling you back into him, and down onto him some more. Your slick lubricated him just enough for him to bottom out without too much effort, and that was where he stayed.

“You feel fantastic, love”, he mumbled against the skin of your neck, placing a soft kiss as he slipped the arm that was wrapped around you again underneath your shirt once more. You hummed in response, unsure if you wanted to agree, or tell him to move after all.

It was quiet for a bit while you both settled into the sheets again, the silence only broken by your soft moans and whimpers every time one of you shifted to readjust, the slightest movement making his cock throb and you felt it every time.

“Toji.. please.”

“Begging already?”

You huffed in response. He interrupted you before you could properly respond, talking as if you had just told him to get up instead of make love to you. You could hear the smile and teasing edge to his tone.

“Five more minutes.”

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