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chaibewriting · 2 years ago

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BEG FOR IT! ft. pro-hero! ken takagi (rock lock) x afab! fem! pro-hero! poc reader

-> NOTES: do be warned that i have no idea how to write for rock lock since there’s not much about his personality so bare with me on this, i hope you enjoy it anyways. this was requested an interesting lil’ human, i hope this is all that you imagined it to be.

-> WARNINGS: public nudity, public sex, chastity belt (m. wearing).

EVERYTHING was perfect. You’d made sure of it. You’d laid everything out on your shared bedroom and were just waiting for your husband’s arrival. To put it simply, this was your form of punishing him for having missed your wedding anniversary, however, he wasn’t aware that he was going to be punished yet. Just the thought of having things go your way made you all the more giddy, you were even more excited when you heard the front door knob jiggle and shake, indicating that the soon-to-be tortured man was finally home.

You sat pretty atop your bed, one leg crossed over the other, waiting for Ken to enter the bedroom, and when he did, he stood in the doorway, looking over you with a raised eyebrow. You were still wearing your hero costume, and as much as he loved seeing the way it fit on you, he was a little confused about why you hadn’t changed. His eyes then drifted towards the strange big black box that sat on the bed beside you. He was the type to jump to conclusions with how observant and quick he was but he had no idea what was going on inside of your head at the moment.

And so, you spoke first. “Welcome home, baby. How was your patrol?” You asked, though you could already tell that he was feeling a bit of the stress from work. “… It was alright. You gonna tell me what this is about, keychain?” He asked, the petname leaving his lips like the millions of other times he’s said it and it almost, yes, almost made you rethink your punishment for him. However, you still held strong, wanting to exact your own version of revenge on him, and you would get it no matter what.

“I know you don’t like to beat around the bush or sugarcoat things so—“ You grabbed the box beside you and dropped it on your lap, sliding the top off and tossing it behind you so that it landed on the bed with a light bounce. Inside of it, placed elegantly atop a white silk fabric, was a cock cage other known as a chastity belt, big enough to fit his well-endowed third leg. Afterwards, you began your brief explanation. “You missed our anniversary, my love, and that means— you’ve got to earn the right to release or stay locked for as long as I want. It’s a fitting punishment, don’t you think?”

And before you could get a verbal answer from him, you had already activated your quirk, zooming around him within the small confines of your room. In no time at all, you had stripped him completely and put the chastity belt on his soft cock in a matter of milliseconds, locking it in place. Oh the irony. You then sat back where you were, resuming the position you’d been in, this time with a key ring around your finger that had the key to the belt dangling from it.

Since your quirk allowed you to move at the speed of light so long as you were exposed to a source of light (even as small as a flame), he was unable to keep up with your movements (just like most villains and heroes), which, in turn, left him defenseless to your punishment for the time being. “Doll, is this really necessary you coulda just made me sleep on the couch or somethin’. This seems pretty damn excessive.” He complained, and he had every right to, especially with the way the cage was squeezing around him. The cold metal on his shaft was sending him into the tiniest bit of a frenzy, and it was a borderline death sentence if he managed to get hard while wearing this stupid ass contraction. He could stop things in place, hell, he could stop you from moving if he touched your clothes in the right places, but you were too fast for him to do such a thing, maybe if he caught you off-guard—

“Listen, I booked a hotel that’s within walking distance from here. Meet me on the roof of Koji Hotel, and if I see fit, I’ll let you out. But if you come on your way there, or if you get caught— which I know you won’t, you’ll have to stay locked in. And oh don’t even think of chickening out, I know you can’t ignore a challenge, and the idea excites you… Just look at your dick, I can see it twitch all the way from here. Ah, and one more thing— no clothes allowed, personally I’d say seeing you like this is quite a treat. Others should be able to experience what I’m experiencing too.~” You mused, your eyes glued on his gloriously caged, veiny cock that was just begging for attention. You licked your lips and then mentally slapped yourself. No! Not yet, Y/N! Calm the fuck down.

After your little speech, Ken looked over you, taking note of the way you were eyeing his nude body while licking your lips. Huh. You seemed even more excited about this then he (secretly) was. Though, of course, he had to at least act like the voice of reason, even in all his shame. “Seriously? I could get arrested for public indecency. Do you /want/ me to go to jail?” You smiled cheekily at him and then daringly shot forward, pecking him on the lips before moving back out of his reach again, this time going towards your bedroom window.

“Oh, my love, I already know you won’t get caught, you’re quite a resourceful man, that’s one of the things I love about you.~ You’ve got fifteen minutes to get to me.” You dangled the key for him to see and then slipped it onto one of the pockets on your hero costume. “Show me how well your hero training’s been working for you, this challenge should be a piece of cake for you, hm?~ I’ll make it all worth it if you do /exactly/ as I say… See ya!” You then opened the window and jumped out, using your quirk to speedily and easily run up walls and make your way to the hotel roof nearby.

The pro hero stood there, he was usually quite quick on his feet, but at the moment he was still stunned about what had just unfolded. You sneaky little— He couldn’t help but smirk. You really were something, weren’t you? Were you really expecting him to actually go through with this?

…

Why the fuck was he doing this? Why, god, why? Maybe some part of him buried deep, deep down within the pits of his soul was turned on by the sense of danger and the chance that he could be caught. Maybe he got off on he thought of someone besides you seeing him like this. His muscular torso, lightly littered in hair that matched the curl pattern on top of his head, along with an array of scars on his body, and his toned legs… not to mention his soft eight inch dick that seemed to swing with each step, the metal hitting against his leg which reminded him just how /caged/ in he truly was. He was currently ducked into an alley, hiding behind a dumpster. Fuck, was he INSANE?! He was starting to think he was.

Alright, he could do this. No clothes were allowed, but you didn’t mention anything else, maybe he could find something useful around here. And to his luck, his eyes landed on a pair of trash cans with metal tops, perfect for covering the front and the back. He had already gotten a little closer to the hotel, all he needed to do was sneak around a tad bit, use his quirk, and propel himself up onto the roof where you would no doubt be waiting for him—

“Hey mommy, what’s that guy doing behind the dumpster over there?” “Oh good lord— don’t look, Okuyasu! C’mon!”

Ah fuck. He needed to move, and move quick before he ended up getting caught up and he did not want to explain any of his freaky, personal shit to the media. With determination and a new spark of motivation, he hurried his way over to the trash cans, snatched the lids from their place, used them to cover his body. He then glanced around at his surroundings yet again, taking note that the street was a little less busy with civilians but nonetheless still had a good handful of people roaming around. And it was getting a tad bit on the darker side thanks to the sun being nearly set completely so he’d use this to his advantage, thank gods he still had his shoes on. He got into position and ran, if someone didn’t know any better, they would have thought he had some kind of speed enhancing quirk with how fast he ran, the sound of metal clacking around covering the sound of his heavy footsteps. He had to stop himself from audibly groaning with the way the cage was moving around on his cock, he’d already ended up semi-hard /somehow/, he’d be an idiot if he ended up with a hard-on while wearing this thing. He needed to get it off, and get off, you were in for a punishment of your own.

By the skin of his teeth, he’d just barely made it to the other alleyway across the street— which was exactly where he needed to be. He could only hope no one was watching him now as he used his quirk to start climbing upwards into the air with the use of the trash can lids, suspending and unfreezing the lids in the air in place as he traveled upwards until he could jump onto the roof. From there, he was able to properly roof dash, seeing where you were from a distance.

You watched him from where you stood, an eager grin on your face as you watched him carefully maneuver his way around until he landed on the roof top where you were. You’d made sure to get him some clothes before making your departure, figuring you’d be at least a little considerate of his circumstances.

As he approached you, he stood directly in front of you. He was glaring at you like he didn’t like the exhilarating rush of running around naked for anyone and everyone to see. “Ah, look at that, you made it.~ Did you cum without me?” You asked, watching as he tossed the trash lids aside, ignoring the crashing sound that came from them connecting with the concrete roof top. He completely ignored your question and spoke up. “You woulda liked that, wouldn’t ya have? Hurry up and unlock it. I’m startin’ to chafe.” You grinned at him, as devious as ever. “Beg for it.” You could have sworn you saw his eye twitch at that and you had to stop yourself from bursting into laughter.

While you were too busy trying to keep your sides from splitting, your oh-so-lovely husband snuck up on you and touched your leg, arm, and chest, effectively deadlocking the most mobile parts of your hero suit. In doing this, he effectively had you frozen in place, a smirk appearing on his face as he looked at your bewildered expression. Of course, you could have phased through your clothing with ease, but that would have left you naked as well… Wait— was that his plan???

“You sneaky man. Are you really that eager to cum? C’mon baby, all you had to do was ask me politely and I would have done it for you easily. I was even gonna suck your dick right here on the rooftop.” You pouted, watching as he began to pat you down, attempting to find where you had put the key to the chastity belt. You playfully moaned when he gave your thighs a few firm squeezes, huffing after hearing the soft jingle of metal. Ah, man, he found the key. As much as you wanted to unlock it for him, you were deadlocked in place so you really had no way out of this situation without falling for his trap or begging him to let you out. Oh how the turns table.

You soon heard the sound of metal hitting the ground beneath you, eyeing the man who stood in front of you now completely naked, aside from his shoes. At that point you thought it was time to say something, anything really. As you watched him take the bag from your hand, moving his hand around inside of it, a grin spread out across your face when he pulled out a cropped shirt and a single sock. Ken looked absolutely flabbergasted. You couldn’t contain the laughter that soon followed. God, you really were an evil thing.

“Oh. You think this is funny, huh?” He questioned, squinting at you and your predicament. It seemed like the two of you were now on equal playing field, but you couldn’t help but to continue grinning rather sinisterly. Your laughter continued for a few more seconds before you finally answered him. “Oh honey, you know me, I love playing games, and wasn’t this such a good de-stresser? I’m a genius, I know. Now… can you release my suit?” Ken stared at you intently for a moment, observing your expression before a grin of his own slowly broke across his face. “Beg for it.”

#x reader #x poc reader #bnha #mha #bnha x poc reader #mha x poc reader #rock lock x reader #rock lock x poc reader #rock lock #ken takagi #ken takagi x reader #ken takagi x poc reader #black writer #— chai’s requests. !!

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iloveroblox48 · 4 months ago

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dating rock lock HC ❣︎

❣︎ ➝ Masterlist here!

❣︎ ➝ Tags:dating rock lock/Ken Takagi headcannons! fem reader, mentions of kids, fluff ε-(´・｀)

❣︎ ➝ Req:Then for my request, can you write a oneshot/headcannons featuring Rock Lock and a woman reader going on a date please? You can decide on the activities.

❣︎ ➝ A/n:hi guys!! this is a super cute request i hope i wrote enough for your liking! i actually really like rock lock he is also super underrated for no reason (╯︵╰,) anways ignore any grammer/spelling mistakes requests open as always enjoy reading ⁽˙³˙⁾

❣︎ ➝if you’re a pro hero too he is definitely on the worrier side for you he knows you can hold your on he just worries

❣︎ ➝he’s the type to take you on more classic dates dinner,walks in the parks you know

❣︎ ➝he also like the chill kinds though too considering how exhausting pro hero work is so moives,game nights etc etc

❣︎ ➝for dates he deff plans them all and you dont have to ask either he just texts you like this

ken🩷:be ready around 7 we’re going out to dinner

wifey😚:where to?

ken🩷:the new restaurant near down town

wifey😚: AHH THE NEW ONE THAT I WAS LOOKING AT

ken🩷:yes love you see you soon

wifey😚:love you too!!

❣︎ ➝i feel like his love language is acts of service and quality time so if you’ve had a long day at work he cleans up around the house and turns on your favorite show

❣︎ ➝hes the type to be “not interested” in whatever corny show you’re watching but he looms behind the couch watching it

❣︎ ➝i feel like hes a good cook so he does most nights

❣︎ ➝he is not the type to get into arguments i feel like he is super good at communicating everything

❣︎ ➝hes super observant so he can tell just by a look on your face whats wrong

❣︎ ➝cant control his facial expressions so sometimes you have to remind him

❣︎ ➝you guys would deff have to keep somethings underwraps considering villians

❣︎ ➝but if you’re already well known by the public he definitely brags about you

“rock lock what motivates you when doing your hero work?”

“my beautiful wife and daughter”

❣︎ ➝i feel like he would want you to be a housewife if you’re a civilian because the pro hero work makes tons of money

❣︎ ➝he deff has like a plant collection and they are super well taken care of

❣︎ ➝hes a secret cuddlebug

❣︎ ➝he is super good at interior design

❣︎ ➝he deff has a super random hobby like crochet or something like that

#rock lock #mha fluff #ken takagi #bnha #pro hero #mha x reader #underrated #my hero academia #Rock lock x reader #Ken takagi x reader #Takagi x reader #i love him #writes ❣︎

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luselih · 5 months ago

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For my request, can you write a oneshot featuring Rock Lock and a chubby female reader with public nudity and hypnosis please? In the story, the two are going on a date to the beach. But the reader hypnotizes Rock into losing his swim trunks and so he'll feel more comfortable being naked on the entire date, much to her delight. What do you think?

look at ME || rock lock

summary/ask: a date on a beach went a bit more existing than you expected, not that you mind of course 😉

content warnings I smut (minor back off 🤺), consent is not mentioned but it is given by Rock before this happened so this is consensual!, chubby!fem! reader, neutral skin tone reader as always, public sex, unprotected sex, handjob, cow girl position, creampie and tummy bulge because i am horny 🥰, rock is smitten w you even without hypnosis, tit play, a made this more romantic than usual, reader have a hypothesizing quirk (more like Succubus quirk tho-) +more…

a/n- i think that i like this request very much, i am sorry for writing this MUCH later than i thought i would, ya girl is trying to be in top 5 in her class 🥹 (update, i am 6th best 🥰)

Hot summer days were Rock Lock’s favorite things ever, aside from you of course but did he loved when crimes were low like this in the summer, so there was a lot of fun dates on beach sides and having special time with you. Today was as same as every other lazy day at his hotel he owned - waking up late as you two lazily rolled over the bed for the next two hours for extra cuddles and comfort. While his hands of course slide over your body, memorizing your body like he fears he would go blind any moment soon and regret not looking and feeling your body every single day.

Soon enough you two finally get up from the bed, doing your morning routine in the bathroom and going down to eat a breakfast at hotels lounge area and finally dragging your asses to a nearby beach to catch some sunlight and enjoy cold water of the sea for the rest of the day.

Running in the ocean as the air was filled up with sound of water splashing and soft laughter and giggles from you two as you play fighted each other, hands obviously touching each other’s bodies both just to provoke and tease other other for a better time at the pretty empty beach for a surprise since it was packed last few days.

When you got tired you left him in the water to get some rest on a beach towel you two bring to here, your soft body finally getting some rest as you sipped on your can of drink of choice. Front teeth biting on the straw, your eyes sliding over your boyfriends magnificent face and body. His dark and thick curly hair drenched with the water and his tan body shining underneath the harsh sunlight, his big arms, wide shoulders and perfect abdomen were like eye candy for you to look as your eyes darted down onto his muscular thighs, biting your lips as the thought of what it is in his bathing shorts, already feeling your insides dingle with excitement. With a swift smile you blinked your eyes couple of times, your normal round pupils turning into a heart shaped ones, your e/c getting hints of strong pink in them as you stared up and down on your boyfriend like a thirsty beast in the wild, waiting for your boyfriend to turn and make eye contact with you.

“Look at me”

And as planned he turned around to see you looking at him like that, his breath slowly started to get rigid and his lips dry. Only things he heard were “hmm~ look at my good looking boyfriend here~~” “you look absolutely beautiful in that bathing shorts love…but i think you would look even better without those on~” “cmon~~it’s only us here” Your hypnotizing voice filling up his pretty head, his dick undeniably getting harder and harder in tight fit of his shorts anyway, his hand sliding over his abs as his fingers got a hold of hem of shorts and pulled it down. Down his legs to his ankles and throw it away (don’t worry, it landed somewhere on the sand so he will have them at end lol-) and be in all of his glory at shallow sea. His dick quickly arose from you, slowly becoming hard solid as he licked his lips, his hand giving his member a small stimulation of couple of pumps. His body yearning your touch quickly and he needs it immediately.

Slowly, you arose from your place at the towel, his eyes catching the way your ass jingles as you walk and your tiddies jump when you take a step by step towards him. Entering the water slowly as you hold a eye contact with him, you finally stood in front of him. Your face playing innocence but your eyes looked like you were about to jump on him, he then heard.

“Need some help with that, honey?”

“Please, please i fucking need some help please-“

He begged almost pathetically, sweat running down his face and neck as his body almost combusted from your presence alone. His breath hitched mid breath when your hand reached his member, thumb caressing his angry tip and slowly pushing your hand up and down as you pressed your breast against his body. His mouth didn’t even waste a single second before his plump lips chased yours, hands gripping your love handles and your cheeks down there, folding and holding them underwater his rough skin, pulling you even deeper and closer to him. He craved your body, craved the perfect feeling of your body on his, the way you swayed, the way your breast jumped and your thighs shook from pleasure. He wanted it now, he couldn’t wait any longer.

His lips ravishing yours within a minute, he really tried to pull you two away the water he swears he did but your drunken eyes just made him delirious. Picking you up by your things and carrying you to shallow water, where sand and water meet and lay you down and looked you like a real man, man with love and desire for you and only you, his only one.

While another make out session was happening between your mouths, his hand slipped into your bikini top sliding over erected nipple, tugging them with just enough force that will make you whine so sweetly in his ear. His other hand slide down to your intimate part, sliding them over to side and getting good look at such a pretty sight between your legs. His movements however were stopped by you, suddenly getting a hold of his shoulders and pushing him down, flipping you two to reverse your positions. His back now pressed against cold sand as ocean slapped over your legs and back and practically making you look like a goddess between the humans. His hand flew over your hips again as you again teasingly got his dick in your hand and brushed against your puffy pussy lips and tiny bud before he got so fed up by your teasing that his hand gripped your ass cheeks hard and pulled them apart almost painfully, making you yelp and lean against his chest with your, lips brushing so closely as he pushed mushroom shaped head between your tight hole, hissing at the slick feel of gummy inside of you.

A loud whine left your lips, hips trying to get away from that overwhelming stretch as your walls practically choked the living shit of his penis. Your tiny whimpers and moans that left your mouth right in front of his lips almost make him want to— No that’s bad, he breathed shakily as he lowered you down to hilt. Losing his mind when your walls tensed up almost every couple of seconds. His lips kissing your jaw and whispering sweet nothings as he took the charge of your hip movement, making you bounce like a doll that he can only play with, his only.

You tried to fight for your dominance back, getting balance by gripping his shoulders and started riding him like there is no tomorrow. His right hand pinching your nipple, tugging on them as you mewled at stimulation and other pressed on your tummy bulge as his thumb pressed against your love button and started rubbing it, peace of his finger getting faster and faster when he felt you were close.

I mean how couldn’t you approach finishing so soon, heavy eye contact and beautiful things being said between you two as he put your pleasure on the first place (toying with your nipples and clit as his head kissed the sensitive cervix) cold water and hot sun kissed your bodies. It was perfect. Even when he finished, burying his face in your neck as his cum coated your inside white.

After couple of silent moments, he kissed your lips as your quirk finished working after just 5 minutes, a groan left both of you when you finally pulled away and stood up somehow. His cum slowly sliding down your thighs and into the sand as your legs quivered from the sensitivity. You cursed when you just realized how messed up you looked, trying to pull everything together in place.

But a hand pressed against your lower stomach stopped you mid track as a familiar body pressed against your back and husky, almost dangerously low voice ringed your ears.

(after another round(s), he got his trunks back at the end so don’t worry (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧)

“I think i deserve something from you for losing my shorts, my little devil”

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thatwasntverycashmoneyofme · 1 year ago

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{ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 — 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍, 𝖺𝖺𝗏𝖾, 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗌, 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀. }

rock lock who fucks you so good and hard after having to deal w these other stupid ass heroes. "hahh fuck yea baby… you like that shit huhh like when a nigga putting all this dick up in yo guts." he groans in your ear holding you up by your throat as your fist dug into the sheet and tears stream down your face.

the rough backshots he was giving you made you feel like you were on another plane as your eyes rolled back. "you don’t think ’m stupid huh mama? aghh.. them fuck ass niggas got me taking anger out on you.. but ’m fucking you good huh?”

when rock lock fucked you while ranting about whatever piss him off, especially when it wasn’t you, you knew you were in for a loong rough session of fucking, cuz he couldn’t take it up with them lest he lose his job and you didn’t mind it a single bit not if this was how he was converting his anger.

"yesss daddyyy~ i don’t care i don’t care.. love you fucking my pussy like this!" you gasp, trembling when his hips pressed flush against yours, all 9 inches buried deep in your cunt. "of course you love it y��fuckin slut."

he moans when you squeezed down on his dick as you squirt, kissing your open mouth as you and succeed at pulling away to breathe. "ahhh fuuuck kennn~ daddy made my pussy so wet!" your legs still shook as he tilted your head towards him giving you sloppy kisses.

you flopped down into the bed when he lets go of your neck, his dick coming out of you in the process with a wet ‘pop’ as he taps your thigh repeatedly. "unt unt girl i ain’t finished witchu turn that ass over." you whine from the stimulation slowly turning over.

"ion know why you actin like you don’t want this dick girl.. be begging for it on the daily shut that shit up." you giggle at his scrunched up face and he sucks his teeth. "sorry daddy i do want it you just so big it be hurting my tummy."

he hums biting his lip, looking in between your spread legs at your soaked pussy "mmm you too fuckin sexy i ain’t gon be done fuckin you til morning." and you liked the sound of that.

𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖣𝖮𝖭𝖳 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅, 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒 𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾. ©𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅

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thelustdevil · 2 years ago

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Love Hotel | K. Takagi

Pairings: No pairing.

Warnings: smut, just straight up smut. Mummification, chastity cages, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, sub? Rock Lock.

Word Count: ~1.6k

Notes: I had a lot of fun with this request!! I hope I did it justice. It was such a fun challenge to write. Esp with Ken!

The vivid red and gold invitation burned a hole in the back of Ken’s mind. His wife had handed it to him an hour ago. She had left him with vague instructions.

You have a couple hours before it starts. Take some time for yourself, my love. I’ll watch our son tonight. She kissed him softly and headed out the door, a cooing bundle in her hands.

Now here he was, standing in the shower, washing the sleep off his body. He should've realized something was amiss when his boss called him about a scheduling error last night. Something about mixed days and he would have the full day off. When his love heard the news she was incredibly eager. Trapping him in front of the bed before pouncing. His cock jumped at the memory of her slick heat. But then came breakfast in bed followed by the odd invitation.

Once he hopped out of the shower he sat at the table and opened the small envelope. The moment he read it, a smile grew on his face. The excitement coursing through his body was beyond electrifying. Ken shot a quick text to his wife before leaving. Laughing softly, he grabbed his coat and headed out. He had a few hours to kill so he figured out some nice food before his new adventure took place.

***

Belly full and mind excited, Ken approached the elegant but simplistic building. He recognized the outside, The Pure Leisure Hotel, a somewhat high class love hotel in the upper district. Ken had mentioned it in passing a couple times when his wife has questioned his interests in the bedroom.

It was known for its discretion and popularity among heroes who needed specific interests catered. Sessions could be pricey but the quality was more than worth it.

Ken entered the main lounge and walked towards the front desk. The attendant stood inside of a frosted glass cubicle, a small slit sat at waist level, large enough to pass cards or paper through. It was silent from the other side as Ken slipped his invitation through the slot. He heard the sound of keyboard tapping and rustling. A folded paper and pen were handed through, his name across the exposed header. The terms. He figured. Reading over them he nodded as he went, acknowledging the scheduled events as well as safety measures and the knocking system in place if he needed out. Signing, and folding it once more, he slid it back through the slot. Wordlessly, a tagged key was passed back to him.

He gave a small nod of thanks before remembering he couldn’t be seen. Grabbing the key, he muttered thanks and headed towards the elevators. The tag read 502. He presumed that was the room assigned to him.

The nerves began as he stepped out of the lift on the fifth floor. He was excited, yes, but the sub space within him was itching to come out. The words “chastity” and “fully-bound” were rocketing around his mind, demanding attention. The invitation has described what he should expect from his visit. It seems his wife had gone all out for him.

Entering the suite, he was greeted by an androgynous figure standing by what looked like an actual milking table. There were rolls of duct tape sitting on the top, along with a small gold metal cage.

The figure motioned towards the table, “please undress and we can begin”. They stepped towards the door, their distorted voice letting him know they would be back in a few moments.

Taking a breath, the hero began undressing. There was a small table with a bottle of water and small tub labeled “belongings”. He placed his clothing and such into the box before grabbing the water and taking a swig. Walking towards the table he grabbed the small chastity cage and began to examine it. His dick was aching at the sight in front of him. This was one of his deepest fantasies and here it was in front of him. The excitement racing through his body as he imagined the feeling of the tape and cage on his skin.

As he looked at everything, there was a knock at the door. It swung open once he called out, the androgynous figure returning.

“Please stand comfortably, we can begin if you’re ready”. The figure grabbed a roll of tape and began to unroll it, crouching at his feet. They pulled a small compact from their apron pocket, dabbing powder on the meat of his legs. They began wrapping up his legs, powdering spots as they went. As they reached the apex of his thighs they paused, turning to grab the golden chastity belt. A shiver ran down his spine as they opened it and clasped it shut around his dick. He groaned as the cool metal touched his heated girth.

The pro swore the masked figure was smiling as they locked him in, giving the head of the cage a small tap. He jumped slightly at the sensation, which they paid no mind to as they continued to wrap him. Upwards, they moved, attaching his arms to his sides and moving across his chest and behind. They guided him to the table, his ass snug in the small dip, his asshole bared to the underneath of the table. The figure continued their wrapping and powdering.

Before they reached his head, they pulled a nylon stocking over it. Allowing them to wrap his head completely, until they cut out a small hole around his mouth and another around his nose. The air coming to his mouth was quickly blocked as a cloth was shoved into it and then secured with what he assumed was more tape.

“Fu-gh, mm-ease,” the gag choked him deliciously. His senses were incredibly limited at this point, not that he’d be able to use them anyway. Most of the blood for his brain was crowding around his dick. Unable to fully erect himself, the sensation settled itself in his groin, warming upwards to his stomach.

“Squirming already? I haven’t even begun”. The muffled voice bounced off the tape and left him with murmurs and a sense of longing. What would they do?

His questions were answered as he felt something running up and down his body. Applying pressure when it brushed over his aching dick or hardened nipples. The pleasure rushed over his body. His back was aching, wanting to arch towards the pleasure but the tape around him kept him in place. The pull of the tape against his skin just added to his restlessness.

This continued for what felt like hours, objects and hands running up and down his body, paying extra attention to the erogenous zones. The figure pleasuring him calling out teases and whispering against his gagged mouth. Laughing when all he could reply with was muffled gags and noises.

Soon he felt something prodding at the underside of the table. “-aht,” he began.

“Are you ready for this?” The voice came from somewhere next to him. As they finished speaking he felt vibrations against his open entrance. It was slick and pushed against him, moving its way inward.

“Fmph-ugh” he groaned, feeling the object push past his ring of muscle. It started shallow fucking him as he laid there, body shaking every time it moved. It continued its slow assault on the pro, his body pulling against the tape and restraints. His cock jumped as slightly as it could in its cage.

The slow assault continued, pushing him through his first orgasm of the evening. His cum painted the cage and the tape around it. He strained to find more release, squirming and writhing against the table, moans spilling out against the gag in his mouth.

“G-uhd, s’gu-um” He tried arching backwards, pushing into the forcing moving inside him.

“Let’s set a pattern shall we?” The figure announced. The toy torturing him began to speed up and burrow deeper on every thrust. His overstimulation shoving him towards another orgasm. The pleasure was overtaking every nerve, choking him on its sweet venom as it filled his veins. His second orgasm hit him out of nowhere. The overstimulation forced ropes of hot cum out of his cock.

“Guh-mmph” his body bowed involuntarily, pulling and writhing.

A laugh rang out in the room, fading as the owner of it walked away. The pleasure grew with an icy edge as he heard a door close. He knew what part of the evening this was. Just him and this relentless machine for however long. Pleasure is all he would know, that and pain.

The thought of the erotic cocktail coming his way was enough to hurtle him towards another orgasm. Tears pushing at the corners of his eyes from the mix of pleasure and pain. Every nerve was on fire and he loved it. He continued to try and grind against the machine, pulling it deeper. Riding out his third orgasm.

“Mmuh-uh, uugh” he was insatiable now. He needed more.

He found out soon enough of the danger of pushing too far. Soon the overstimulation hit him. The rubbing of the golden cage on his cock. Pushing against his aching length, not allowing him to stretch and jump like he wanted to. If he could just wrap his hand around it, give himself some sort of release.

It was futile, the tape made sure of that. He was rewarded for his actions, however. The machine increased once again. It’s pace taking on an animalistic quality. He cried out against his gags, again and again as his prostate was bullied relentlessly.

“Mm-ah! MMMmmph” his cock ached as he came once more. Brutally pushing against it’s golden confines. Weeping as he did, both from the mix of pleasure and pain. It felt like staring into the sun, dangerously challenging. But rather than challenge what was in front of him, he accepted it.

He wanted-no, needed it. This was for him, everything he needed was bullying itself deep into his body. He prayed it wouldn’t stop, not if he laid here and took it like he should. Like a good boy.

By god did they reward him. Whether he wanted it or not. The tape around his thighs was loosening with how much cum was leaking from his groin. The machine continued to tap his sensitive spot and he felt the rush of release once more. The cum beginning to drop down his balls and land in between his bound thighs. His eyes rolled back as he began to lose himself once more.

Best anniversary present ever.

Bonus: hours had passed. Ken laid there, shaking and moaning as wave after wave of overstimulation hit him. After his third dry orgasm he was begging for something. What he wanted he was unsure. All he could think of was the pleasuring feeling enveloping his body and squeezing. His cum leaking down his legs, ass and back at this point. Lubing the machine as it fucked him farther beyond his limit.

Still, all too soon, the figure came back. Slowly objects were removed and tape was pulled off carefully. A blanket and several bottles of water waited for him. Along with some lotion and a small meal. He cleaned himself up as best he could with wipes and a bottle of water, opting to fully shower at home. The masked figure left while he settled down before returning to check in.

Once he was deemed settled and refreshed, he headed back home. The sky was significantly darker and his thighs and abdomen were sore and shaking, but there was a smile on his face. He’d have to thank the missus when he got home.

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helloescapist · 1 year ago

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For my request, can you write a oneshot featuring Rock Lock, his wife and a reader practicing bondage and chastity please? In the fic, the wife suggests that they try a bondage session to spice up their love life with RL reluctantly accepting. They'd be introduced to the reader who's a bondage instructor and teaches the wife how to tie up and gag Rock Lock. You can decide on how RL would be tied along with the intimate scenes between them (and the reader). But I'd like Rock to have a large cloth gag to cover his mouth and his cock locked in chastity. What do you think?

Ah, I still think this is an adorable ask, and a great opportunity to spice up married life--- but I went rogue. I don't know why I'm like this. I hope this ask meets all of your expectations, and you're not disappointed. 🖤

To Reconnect | Rock Lock

Word Count: 2500

Setting: Rock Lock x wife x gn!reader (reader is a sex therapist)

Content Warning(s): smut, sex therapist, shibari knots, cloth gag, male chastity, teasing foreplay, voyeurism, threesome, oral (wife receiving), I think this is all--- sorry if I missed anything!

Summary: the Takagis need some assistance with reconnecting-- married life, a new baby, and a world full of villians. Will Rock Lock be able to let go, and just enjoy an intimate moment with his wife?

A/N: Well, Mrs. Takagi has never been given a name as far as I know, so we have just given her the name Saki for the s ake of this fic (forgive me!). Also, guys, just to be clear, this is fiction. If you see a sexual therapist's guidance, know that they will NOT be snogging. They are strickly professionals, and their job title is not consent.

The soft flutter of your hands that floated above his head, the graze of your fingers as they worked effortlessly on the knot before you. The slip of red cord fresh from its packaging caught between well practiced hands. The praise of soft, plush lips as they divulged instructions, your guidance soft and informative as his wife attempted the same motion. Saki’s own fingers a little shaken, and unpracticed to the motion, the exact opposite of your own. Well-practiced in a way that left Takagi perplexed. A nervous knot of anxiety and excitement that blossomed into his throat at the unfamiliar territory, soothed into his bones at the gentle way your voice met his ears. Offered reassurance of his state, a chilled condition of exposed. Umber tones of mocha revealed the chill of goosebumps that nipped at his flesh. Muscles that strained, stripped of his clothing, bound his arms and legs, leaving little to the imagination nor room to hide beneath your understanding gaze, one that had caught him exposed so many times before.

Those times had been different. Pen pressed between the lining of a soft notebook. Gentle music that offered to calm his agitation as his eyes flittered across the room. Well intended plants placed at calculated images, plush carpets and welcoming furniture in an office that alluded intimate lighting. Dulled his senses, and attempted to sooth the fray end of his nerves. The lean of his wife against his arm, shy in the way she refused to meet your eyes. Saki had been the one to suggest this, though it had not changed the small stutter when she answered your questions. The small smile of understanding that blossomed at your lips as you met her gaze, reassuring. Welcomed Saki to divulged secrets of his marital bedroom, of dynamics that had shifted when their little one had been born, and the affects it had had on their sex life. Unreactive to the line of his work, the stress of his career as a pro-hero, how Rock Lock had impacted his own mental status. Your accepting smile untouched session after session in which confidential had been spilled, slipped frustrations of control, and anxiety. A stress that had bundled into his existence, anxieties of what was to come, of the world he had chosen to raise a child in, how desperately he craved the sanctity of his marriage though he shuttered from her touch.

No, the times in which you had offered reassurance had been different. Cool lighting exchanged for warm glows of lighting that hung overhead. Soft ambience of candles, of a bed wrapped in silk bedding. Pillows that were sot and inviting, tones of wood, and small plants, and mirrors that reflected his exposure. The position of a love seat placed before the bed in which you had guided Saki to dig her knees into. The kiss of ivory skin, blossomed pink buds that gave to the nervous plush of her shoulders revealing the shyness of her gaze. Waves of ocean that flickered deep longing, as evident as the blush on her cheeks. The tug of his large lips appraised by the sight of his wife; adoring how her blush captivated her cheeks, trailed down her neck and blossomed at her breast. The jingle of a key pressed between her breast, proof she alone contained the means of his arousal. The shy roll of her shoulders pressed into her cheek, squeezing her breast in nervousness as her finger twirled the curls that caught at her exposed clavicle. Tenderly peeking at him, as your hands found her back, gently urging her forward. Reassuring and firm, ensuring Saki reminded that this had been everything Ken asked for. The strain of his placid cock caught in the chastity. The soft silicone pressed against the tip of his penis only whispering how Saki had bit her lips at the small ticking it had produced when she had followed your guidance, captured his length, and secured between her soft fingers. Delicate and affectionate, warmed by the tender words you had guided her with, while also reminding Saki to offer praise for his vulnerability. The press of the toy already betraying his desires, unwavering in its duty.

How you leaned over her, your hand fitting the small of her back as you tucked a soft white fabric into Saki’s hands. Guided her to his side, Saki’s shaking fingers pressed to his face, the warm of his deep hickory eyes caught against her own. As rough of the mountains that met the sea, crashed into waves that longed to touch, to accept the terrain and give life to one another, breathed in desperation as the cloth pressed to his mouth. Gauged and enduring warm whispers of praise that you provided. Saki once again taking place at the foot of the bed, your hand caught at the small of her back as you pressed the young woman onto all fours. Completing her form, fingers that traced along his wife, your eyes caught onto his own, as you pressed her forward. The tease of his lover caught at his feet. The overwhelming pull of sensations he would so often ignore at the height of his erection now teased every sense. Her hands warm as your own. Your fingers that traced the inner working of his calves, encouraged Saki to follow the same motion. Traced over muscles, caught on old scars he had earned from villains. Cooed affections, rubbed at the height of his thighs as Saki placed kiss after kiss against the height of his thighs. Near horrified by the way his gasps caught against the silk cloth. Unable to deny the small wiggle that his extremities provided against the red shibari knots that secured him in place. The desire that spread from the gaze of the younger blonde woman. How lovingly she traced his muscles, poured her fingers into each motion as she grazed the touch of his hips. Drew cutesy little hearts into the taunt of his flesh, his own moans stifled at the caught of a cloth, the warm gaze you caught him in. Shuffled between praises of his wife, and the noticeable rock of your own hips whispering deeply buried desires. The strain of your clothes despite how exposed the marital couple before you had been in your instruction. Leaned forward, as your nail caught a sensitive ending on his hip bone, drawing Saki’s attention to the neglected area. “A small bite, right here,” you purred. Quickly answered as Saki’s teeth grazed against him, the murmur of Takagi’s shattered nerves succumbed to the doting you guided the couple through. The quiver of his arms, unable to do nothing more than subject himself to Saki’s will under your instruction. The sweet torture of watching your hands fitted to Saki’s hips straddled against his core. Denied by the chastity that confined him, as you gently attended to her position. Securing her exposed heat to the toy that captivated him, steered her hips in a rocking motion that budded her clit against the shaft of his placid dick. Warmed by her heat, and cooed in ways that revealed the drip of her cunt against him. Excited, and overwhelmed at the kisses that rolled onto his clavicle caught at his neck, and your hands forcing her to remain in place rocked against his neglected manhood that left Rock Lock humming desperations. The shy moans of his wife long gone as she cried for his touch, begged to feel the distinct knick of his notched fingers. Soothed only by the delicate press of your weight onto the bed. Your fingers quick to ease her frustrations as the flitted to her clit. Teasing circles that reassured Saki that denial of his state would pay off for the both of them, she need only be patient. Tended to by the warm flick of your gaze that caught on the buds of Saki’s breast heaved in ecstasy. The ache of his senses savoring the flow of her your fingers pressed against his wife’s clitoris. Rubbed raw and stimulated against the catch of the toy that bound him. The knots rubbed into him with each of her teasing grind, one hand caught on her hip. Desperately seeking release, cooed affections to the broad of his chest, grazed her teeth against his neck. Your gentle gaze warm and enjoying the pull of Saki between your fingers as she worshiped her husband. Takagi’s groans becoming more audible, and no longer contained by the cloth at the kiss of Saki’s lips against his temple.

“K-Ken,” she purred in his ear, the small yank of his hand. Denied by the binds that had him. Desperate to tuck her hair behind her ear. The imploring begging look as the blue eyes peeked over her shoulder at you. Permission, struggling to accept she alone contained the key to his release. A knowing smile that caught at the curls that fell against her back, allowing a quiet nod. Eager and fumbling for key between her breast, playful, and unable to deny the way your hands found her erect nipples, toying with them, challenging her desires before allowing one hand to find the warmth of her clit, the strain of Rock Lock’s hip revealing his own desperation. Eager to reconnect after so long, the smile you allowed yourself to relinquish your hold on the eager young bride, chided yourself for allowing your fingers to wander on a client. Y-you had only intervened when they needed assistance, swallowing the lump of need and the heat of your own desires as you crawled off the bed. To reconnect as husband and wife.

Oblivious to the knots that had come loose in your distracting thoughts. Unaware of the shift of the bed, the weight below you leaned far more than expected. The press of a hand against your back, pinioning you to the bed with a simple touch. The flurry of your heart as the voice met your ears. Warm and enticing as it met your neck. Hissed teasing desires, revealing your own. The delicate touch of a woman that fitted against your hips, as Ken’s words drew you into his lap. “Do you really want to leave?” Aware of the code, and the contract everyone had signed before engaging. The heat of your face against his hold, Saki’s finger’s grazing across your own as the tenderness of her touch grazed across your cheek, traced your jawline as you had demonstrated on her husband. The lump at the base of your throat, offering only a nod. Tempted to remind them of your position—your occupation was to merely guide—“your body disagrees.” Strummed at the flick of finger against your core. The horror of your state, of your duties dismissed so quickly. Tickled and warmed, as you cooed against their touch.

Saki had learned so well under your instruction, as she had proven. Eager to practice her new skills as her husband bound you to the firm press of his body. His hold as effective as any shibari knot, gentle as the graze of his callous, notched fingers. Warm as the breath that huffed against your neck. The growth of his reaction growing more, evident pressed into your back as his eyes followed the eager gaze of his wife. Her form crawled against you. Kisses that trained along your thighs, nipped lightly at the height of your thighs. Toyed with the dip of your hips, and trailed up to warm breaths that hung on the collar of your shirt. Mrs. Takagi’s eyes momentarily pausing to appraise that of your state, and meet with the consent of her husband. The smile of her desire as she made quick of your clothes, affirmed of how desperately you longed for her touch. The press of Rock Lock’s erection warmed at the tip of your back. Practically weeping at the sight before him. The slip of your façade discarded with your work attire, revealed to the married couple. Teased at the touch of their guide, a loss of control between the two of them. Ken quick to guide you to you into Saki’s breast. Her coos warmed against the touch of her nipples, toyed with her breast. Hummed pleasure, and caught Ken’s groan. The strain of his erection, freed from any restraint. The girth that warmed the press of your ass as he guided you forward. Cushioned on your knees, your face buried into the press of Saki. The slick of her heat warm and sweet scent that met with your face at her eager buck. The slight tint of salt warm against your tongue as though the ocean itself were calling your name, and welcoming you to its waves. The lap of your tongue, and her fingers that grazed through your hair. The buck of her hips eager as they met at your tongue. Quivered her shoulders, a sight you could not delight in, far too distracted at the callous knotches that met at your hips. Spread your legs gently with minimal prompting, far too quick to give in to his demands. The scent of mountains that met the forest in his movements that met as his fingers delicately tempted your hole. The groan of your pleasure touched, eliciting a purr that vibrated Saki’s clit. Hummed her joy, and pleasure. Rock Lock making quick work of the press of your hole, taunt and pulsing. Offering only a moment for you to adjust to his girth before sliding his length languidly in a stroke that captivated your senses. The rack of his thrust into your greedy heat, pressed against the buck of Mrs. Takagi’s hips that cried out for your tongue. Shoved the tip of your nose against her clit, tongued circles toying, and desperate. Your form caught between the mountains and the sea, desperately riding the rock of the waves, and the touch of the shore. The stroke of his length, rammed your hole against the length of his shaft. The purr of Saki’s pleasure, the lap of your tongue, met at the bob of his dick deep inside of you. Filled to the brim, bursting at the hilt of his shaft. A desperate cry, muffled against Mrs. Takagi’s cunt. Warm and leaking, taunt muscles that quivered with each thrust. Moans that rattled breasts, and heaved the final heave of ecstasy between the Takagis. Leaving you breathless, and curled into their breast.

A dazed state in which you could only offer reminders of the importance of aftercare on their marriage as you struggled to regain your composure, rushed to secure the buttons of your collar. Horrified at how you had allowed yourself to be swept away by clients, shamed by the state of your quivering muscles. Escape in touch, the feel of the secure doorknob between your fingers, before the couple dared to book the next session far sooner than expected.

Or how your greed betrayed the press of your knees, “I look forward to it.”

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #rock lock #ken takagi #rock lock x wife x reader #🍡tsuyospeaks

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justlydiasworld · 2 years ago

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So for the new request, can you write a oneshot featuring Rock Lock trying to find a Christmas gift for his wife and/or child please? And for a potential conflict, he has to race to a specific store to get the gift(s) before it closes. You're thoughts?

❥꧂SURPRISE

Day 3 of 12

Pairing: Rock Lock x Kylie Stewart

Summary: Rock Lock is a determined man, even if it comes down to buying his wife and his child a Christmas gift. But will be make it in time to her favorite shop?

Warning(s): I don’t know much about rock locks character so it might not be as good, and fluff!!

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting! I hope you enjoying reading it as much as I enjoy writing the fanfic.

Rock lock, a hero, he took a break to spend his time with his family, but instead he’s shopping for his family. He took a deep breath and fixes his coat, making his way towards the beauty store. As he went inside to get something for his wife, he met a woman. “Hi sir rock lock! Do you need any assistance?” The kind woman asked, her blonde hair in a pony tail and thin glasses that suited her. “Do you know where the perfume section is located by any chance?” His face twitches, not very familiar with the sudden warm and bubbly atmosphere. He’s been so used to fighting in battles as a pro-hero but shopping for his wife was a different kind of battle for rock lock.

“And there you may have it, these are the most popular perfumes we have at the moment! Are they to your liking Rock Lock?” The woman smiled,patiently waiting for his response. “Ah yes, I’ll take these three bottles of perfume to go.” Rock lock finally responding. He keeps glancing down at his watch, his wife’s favorite store is about to close in just thirty minutes. He can’t help but nervously sweat down his face and back. “Sir? Sir rock lock?” The woman repeatedly calling for his attention.

“Ah yes?” He quickly makes eye-contact with the blonde haired woman, giving her a broken smile. She hands him a box of perfumes that he just bought. “Here are your perfumes, have a good day sir.” She bowed slightly and just then on the spot, he makes a run for it towards the store that his wife keeps telling him about.

As he continues to run and glance at his watch to time to time, he makes it in front of the store before it closed. Out of breath, he pants and closes his eyes. His hands roughly on the wall. “Did I make it in time?” He again glances down at his watch and yet the store closes in twenty minutes. Rock lock makes his way inside the clothing store and immediately saw something that would look absolutely breathtaking on his wife. It was a pink pastel matching pj set. The colors complimented her hair too. Whatever she was wearing, it would always look good on her. “I’m taking you with me.” He took the matching pj set off the shelves and then sees a smaller baby like pj set, reminding him of his child. This time the colors weren’t pink, it was dark red.

His smile grew and now he can finally relax with his family. He bought some other little items for his baby and wife along the way but he’s just glad he could buy the gifts in time. Now he’s in front of his house, he tried opening the door but his wife beat him to it. He swung the door open and arms flying around his shoulders.

“Now where’d you go?” She smiles with warmth in the air. “Surprise.” He shows her the bags of clothing and items for her and their child.

#mha headcanons #mha season 6 #rock lock #anime fanfic #my hero acedamia #my hero imagines #mha dabi #mha aizawa #mha bakugou #bakugou x reader #mha spoilers #mha x reader #mha kirishima

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tonycries · 4 days ago

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Synopsis. No Nút November finally came, and so did he!

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, losing NNN, PÚSSYDRUNK BOYS, bréeding, creampíes, cúmming in his pants, oraI (fem receiving), cúmplay, spítting, húmping, making Geto WHIMPER, exhibítionism (Geto), jealousy (Gojo), GOJO’S POWERS, innap. use of jujutsu, true form Sukuna, dp, p slapping, pet names, swéaring.

Word count. 5.9k

A/N. Y’all have no idea how I’ve been waiting to write this since FEBRUARY.

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - 8th Nov. 7:48PM

“S’stupid, so stupid-” Toji’s spitting, teeth grit so hard that he thinks he could taste the tang of metal. With a roughened grunt, his big palms smear open your sopping lips, “Such a stupid challenge, n’ a stupid month ah-”

And oh how Toji wishes he could reel back the babbles spilling from his ravaged lips. How he wishes his rumbling baritone didn’t shake ever-so-slightly near the end.

Because Toji Fushiguro was going crazy - and it was all your fault.

“Deprivin’ me of her-” Every single shred of his needy frustration from the past eight days bleeds into each gush of his furiously weepy cock. Fingers curling around the hilt to smack! smack! smack! his round, pinkish tip on your soppingly wet lips. “-ya know how hngh- crazy it drove me?”

One strong arm of his flexes mouth-wateringly tight around your squirming body, massaging your perfectly arched spine closer into his rock-hard abs. A full nelson. His favorite. One he’s missed for- “Over a week. Ohh- over a week n’ m’still not gonna lose.”

He already knew that was a lie.

Because just a single, sunken inch is enough to stretch your sloppy entrance so gapingly open, enough to have you keening for air.

To have him let his jaw fall slack with a hoarse drag of your name, drunken head falling back into the silken sheets when your gooey cunt swallows more and more of his hefty girth. So heavy and sweltering hot inside your clingy walls.

The first time in so long and it felt too good.

Your trembly fingers clutch Toji’s sweat-dampened locks. He growls with a rough pull of your hands, fat, readied balls giving such a painful squeeze at the simple gesture. Hiccuping a feverish puff of condensation by your ear, “What, ma? T-torturin’ me for eight days isn’t enough?”

“Not that–” you’re whining, batting away big bulbous tears of stimulation in your eyes. “Jus’ need you so bad.”

Fuck, that has every drop of blood in his body pumping right to his maddeningly hard dick, staggering size growing twofold.

You feel his velvety shaft kiss deeply into the bullseye of your g-spot, swollen length making your elastic walls constrict around him. Shit, all it’d taken was eight days to almost forget how jaw-droppingly big Toji was. How he was rutting up in mindless, squelching wet gyrations up into your dripping cunt.

“Shoulda thought of that before ya were holdin’ out on me.”

And Toji’s utterly seething, pressurizing his riotous hips with enough of his almost-inhuman strength that he’s fucking you like he hates you. Every one of his words are dripping in a scolding tone, pumping up harshly with sudden jabs into your snug pussy. Deeper and deeper and oh-

He can’t help but leer his glassy eyes over down at the heavenly view, splaying his beefy forearms underneath your quivering legs to stretch you out shamelessly.

“Did ya kn-know this was ah- gonna happen?” he gruffs, already feeling a slight trickle of drool down the side of his scar. “That this stupid fuckin’ challenge was gonna drive me mad? M’still not- not gonna ah- cum-”

Fuck.

But even Toji didn’t know at this point.

“Shit-” Your body bows in an even sluttier way, hips swiveling in slow, sultry grinds to guide the very end of his weepy cock into kissing your most sensitive spots. Drawing wet, translucent glides of steaming hot precum down your insides. “W-wasn’t on purpose, Toji I s-swear- s’a chall-”

“Challenge my ass.” he’s rolling his eyes, and you feel his lips graze across yours in a messy excuse of a kiss. Dark brows furrows, a low ah! ah! ah! leaving his mouth with every slurping plunge. “My only ch-challenge right ah- fuckin’ now s’to get you to cum–”

You shake your bleary head, fingers dipping to his wrist. “No– wan’ you to cum first-”

Earning you a sweet, simpering smack! right alongside the peak of your throbbing clit, he’s smoothing over the sting with methodical massages of his rude fingers. “Move that damn hand.”

Leaving you gasping when he shotguns his painfully hard cock at such an angle to mash ruthlessly into your g-spot, your cervix. Punishing, bruising spearheads to remind you. “A challenge and m’gonna t-treat it like one. Cum.”

But oh, if Toji Fushiguro thought that he was running on merely the fumes of his sanity before then he wasn’t ready for you to finally reach your orgasm.

Milking his cock in only a few more shuddering jams before you’re crashing headfirst into a sudden wave of your high, tightly stuffed pussy gushing out in honeyed gushes. It glistens down into his drenched tufts of black, squirting all over his rippling abs to shine an almost-creamy sheen.

His dewy eyes widen - you squirted. You squirted.

And in response all Toji can do is bite down into the tender crook of your neck. Bite and bite until he was cumming.

Whimpering out a broken tone into your skin, his sharp canines dig even more animalistically. Dangerously pulsing cock snapping upwards in a sudden surge that has his rummagingly fat tip bumping into your womb, a thorough thrust before dumping out thick, voluminous spurts of his cum.

��F-fuck–” he’s breathing out unsteadily, sculpted chest heaving for breath. Eyes still scrunched firmly shut no matter how much he wanted to see that prettily fucked-out expression on your face, because ever slight squeeze of your cozy walls had him twitching out another ribbon of cum. “Oh god- shit, ma- this pussy- gonna be- hngh- death-”

Easily overstimulating Toji until he could feel embarrassing tears prick behind his lids, cumming after what felt like so long and now he didn’t want to stop. Couldn’t stop.

Instead swirling a ravenous thumb down the edges of your leaking slit, pooling the creamy dredges of his seed that’d formed a little ring around his thick base.

Without warning he’s shoving every single pearlescent bead back into your already overspilling pussy.

“Heh, whatever-” he tuts, sliding his tongue down those syrupy splatters of your slick - glossing all the way up to his scar. “Now that I’ve already lost this stupid challenge, jus’ stop yer whinin’ and ride me proper, doll.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - 21st Nov. 5:31PM

Nanami Kento was not going to lose to your little challenge.

He was not going to let down his gorgeous wife.

He was not going to-

“Fuck.” Nanami heaves, he gasps for air. “Fuck.”

Thick fingers curl even tighter around his fat hilt, squeezing within an inch of himself. He’s hissing at the way that makes his angrily red tip blush even deeper, beading down glistening beads of precum that drip! drip! drip! right onto your pretty face.

“Tha’s it-” he’s huffing out, darkened eyes drooping into a sultry half-lid. Muscled thighs spreading further, he sears a firm five-fingered grip onto your hair. Cool wedding ring brushing over your scalp, “K-keep that gorgeous face still f’me, my love.”

But oh, despite that sweet, sweet pet name his tone drips with such sheerly primal need. Hoarse towards the end with something dangerous.

It was only a brief mention of this month that ended up with you two this - just a tiny joke of a special reward at the end that had Nanami clenching his teeth and his sanity to keep from cumming this entire month.

And he’d only made it so far.

All it took was a single pissed off work meeting, a single complaint from a client, one bad day at work for him to slam your shared apartment door open. Striding his way towards you darkly before spitting to you - his beautiful wife - “on your knees.”

Not even to have your pretty mouth on him- no, Nanami’s blond brows furrow deeper, sweat sheening a thin layer on his forehead when his greedy palms just drag down his drooling length. Over and over.

“Ken-”

“Shit.” His fat, rotund head twitches at the mere sound of your honeyed voice, his favorite song. Gushing out a steady stream of glossing precum against the side of your lips, and Nanami just hunches. “Shhh, darling you’re gonna have me-”

“I want you to, Ken.” you’re batting your lashes up at him in a way that makes him gasp, admiring all the dips and curves of his sculpted body. “Please?”

He pants out such a shuddering breath that you feel fan your face, stern lips falling further and further slack with every sodden clench of his balls. Every swirl of the soft pad of his thumb around the bawling pinkish divot of his tip.

“Take it.” Reward be damned. He was nothing against you. His metallic wristwatch flashes with every hurried pump up and down up and down up and- “T-take it all f’me, my wife.”

And oh then he’s cumming - head thrown back, toned abs rippling, face burning red when he’s moaning your name like a mantra. Over and over again into the heady living room air because Nanami hadn’t even made it as far as the bedroom before giving into that dark urge to paint your pretty features white with himself.

Spazzing tip weeping out thick dredge after dredge of his seed that sticks to you like a sloppy second skin. Drooling down the side of your mouth, and he’s guiding his fat cock to gloss over your lips. Pretty.

“My love- get up-” he’s hissing through clenched teeth. And before those syrupy slurring words can even register in your mind, Nanami’s swiftly looping two strong arms around your waist. Dragging you upwards like some glorified ragdoll. “Need- hahhh– I need-”

Immediately, you’re being carried to splay all out on the plushy sofa nearby, Nanami hovering over you with kiss after messy kiss. Tasting himself, tasting you.

“Have no idea how much- hngh–” Shit, he can’t even speak right now, words breaking into the most whiny groans you’ve ever heard pulled from the man. “How much I missed-” And with a particularly loud squelch! he’s reeling back just enough from the filthy kiss. Drunken grin leering across his face at the dripping gleam all over the lower half of your face, delicate strings of spit and cum still connecting you to him. “-this.”

You’re blinking away the haze, pressing pecks into sight dimple at the corner of his mouth. “M-missed this, too- Hah, don’t even care about that ch-challenge.”

Gliding an open palm down your curved spine, he grins. “Exactly what I like to hear.”

And then you feel like you’re being split open apart so widely that it feels like Nanami’s reaching into your very lungs, swiping the milky tip of his still-hard cock against those hidden-away sensitive spots of yours. He’s prying open your snug cunt with steady, slow spearheads, barely even tugging away his work tie before folding you into such a thorough mating press.

“I remember–” he’s dancing a thumb across your sodden lips, glossing it over in the most obscene opaque coating of cum you’d never even imagine. Popping it into his mouth. Sucking. “-something about a reward.”

He’s smearing his left hand down your throbbing clit - purposefully, to chuckle at the way you whine and puff about the cool sting of his golden wedding band. But more importantly, Nanami’s other hand draws down an invisible line about halfway down your stomach.

Fuck.

Exactly where he could feel his leaky cock bludgeon solid, circular bruises into your spongy cervix. Bouncing back at the recoil, exactly where he knew that little nudge was, dragging his pulsing cock to massage your cunt, your womb-

You suck in a shuddered inhale, “Wh-what about the reward?”

“Well, since there’s no ngh- u-use in the challenge anymore…” His long fingers press down hard. And oh the way the realization dawns on your face makes you look so beautiful underneath him - his beautiful wife. But Nanami can’t help but think how much more of a beautiful momma you’d be. How perfect. Unable to tear his eyes away from the slow dribble of cum down your lips. “How about a reward for both of us, my love? Two or three rewards?”

♡ GETO SUGURU - 11th Nov. 3:33AM

“S-Sugu-”

“...”

“Sugu-”

“Shhh–” Your leader’s silky smooth voice thrums at your throat, pressing an unapologetic trail of kisses down the tender skin. And you jolt at the sharp nip of his canines, “We’re trying to have a hah- meeting here, honey.”

But it was anything but that.

Fed up with your little challenge, Geto had all but demanded you sit with him through your next cult meeting. Plopping you down all prettily on his manspread lap as soon as the rest of your members filed in, acting for all the world like he wasn’t just taking filthy advantage of that short skirt he’d insisted you wear.

Stuffed staggeringly deeply inside.

Your saturated pussy lips bulge around his fat length, swirling his swollen cock around your walls with even the tiniest jostles. Firmly and readily cockwarming him for hours now.

And both of you were nearing your limits - especially Geto, but, of course, he couldn’t let you know that yet.

“Something wrong?” he’s lilting his baritone voice in volume, just enough for the surrounding members to catch interest in. Deliberate. One massive palm gripping a handful of your hips, “Seems like you’re having oh- difficulty gettin’ comfortable, gorgeous?”

Muscular thighs bouncing up and down in a relentless little cadence that had you gripping onto his decadent robes for balance. Tiny, rummaging thrusts of his sloppy length pierce your snug insides. Ridges upon ridges of his prominent veins massaging every single sweet spot he could reach - all of them.

They had him coaching those gruff grunts to the very back of his throat, fists curling on the table to prevent himself from simply slamming you down until you were stupid on his thick cock.

Babbling out in a desperate tone, “Suguru I can’t-”

Oh? He grits his teeth at the clingy squeeze of your velvety walls around his rotund tip, the way your ass jiggles at every slight gyration. So filthy. Raising one dark brow, Geto flicks a finger at the rest of the meeting to carry on. “Can’t even handle a lil’ cockwarming, hm? What h-happened to my stubborn girl from before? And her no-nut-Nov-”

“Stop teasing!” you’re mewling out with a pretty pout that makes him twitch inside. “Jus’ want you t-to cum–” d-don’t care that i-it’s November anymore-”

His rock-hard cock throb throb throbs inside your melty walls, bumping every oozing wave of precum into the very bottom of your pussy. And you could hear mutters spurting from every corner of the room now.

They knew. They always did.

“Oh so now, you don’t care?” Geto snickers, leaning back in his velvety chair to seep a bit more power behind his swiveling hips. “D-didn’t hngh- seem so greedy for my cock when ya made me p-promise not to cum for a month.”

As if to prove his point - and disprove yours - Geto’s hand comes slamming! down onto the vast mahogany table, grin wide. Dangerous. A primal rasp resounding at the back of his throat when he’d punishing your poor pussy with his first thorough thrust yet.

One. Two. Three.

“P-please!”

“P-p-please, what?” he’s mocking, dramatics of your own whiny tone.

“Please, Sugu–” You’ve definitely attracted the attention of every other person in this meeting room right now. But Geto couldn’t give a fuck. Not when those words fall from your syrupy sweet lips, “-m’s-sorry jus’ fuck-”

SLAM!

He stands. One hand at your neck, the other at your clit.

And as soon as your needy front is hitting the cool table, Geto’s merciless cockhead is diving thoroughly into your sweetened spots. The sudden change in angle letting him barrel his girthy shaft to tuck away at your very womb, all it takes for you to cum.

Eyes rolling to the back of your head, nails clawing at the poor wood, he’s driving his weepy cock in to pound you through every single one of your highs.

Peak after peak that Geto can’t help but get addicted to, and he’s missed this heavenly feeling so much that he can’t help but let his mean mouth hang open. Dark, dewy eyes rolling so far into the back of his head that he’s forced to scrunch them closed.

The table rattles precariously when he’s rutting his hips into you ferally, sharp hip bones smacking aching bruises against the fat of your ass. Pressing you down with his entire body weight when-

“Oh- oh shit, all your f-fault. Fuck-” He half-collapses when he cums. Over and over in thick, stringy wads that gush into your very cervix. Sloshing around with each of his jackhammers, it paints your velvety walls with a dripping white coat. Again. And again. And again and again- “So jus- take it-”

Shit.

Geto almost forgot how unfairly good it felt to have his achy cock milked by your cunt. Mustering up every shred of will to crack an eye open, he could spy the way your soppingly wet slit was overspilling with so much of his seed.

Licking his lips, he’s holding back a whimper.

And, truly, it was almost embarrassing the way that obscene sight was all it took for Geto’s once-softening cock to shoot up another few wispy ribbons of cum all over again.

So much of it that he couldn’t control.

Couldn’t even think of taming the way he was hiking up one powerful thigh onto the table to drive even more forcefully into you. Fingers curling almost painfully tightly around your throat to reel you into a filthy kiss of teeth and tongue.

He has absolutely no shame wrapping his glossy lips around your tongue to suck. And even less at the way that honeyed taste of you is all it takes for him to shoot a well round of sputtering blanks into your pussy.

Chuckling tearily at those downturned, greedy eyes - shit, when did he even start crying? “A-aw look, you’ve interrupted the meeting, gorgeous.”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - 4th Nov. 10:01PM

“F-four days?” Choso’s swallowing a heavy gulp, burning face buried into the crook of your neck. And he can’t stop from heaving in deep inhales, from letting his mouth water. “-s’only been four days, baby?”

That cute, broken quiver in his tone has you tittering out a teasing giggle, something that only has his breath even more shortened. Brows knitting together when his hips just rut-

“Sorry.” your lovely boyfriend’s hiccuping, trembly fingers wrapping even tighter around your body. And he’s trying - scrambling - oh-so-desperately to stray his glassy gaze back onto the movie on-screen. He has to. He needs to or else he’s about to lose his fucking sanity. “Sorry didn’t hngh- didn’t mean to, jus’ ignore-”

But that’s when Choso’s breath hitches, when his large body wrecks with a violent shudder running down his spine. “Are you alright, Cho?”

Because oh, your taunting body was squirming up just right against the hefty girth of his swollen cock. Dragging your ass down the exact line of his sensitive slit in a way that has his hand grasping roughly onto your hips to make you stop-

“M’gonna ah- m’not gonna be able t-to do it, baby–” he’s pleading in a filthy kiss against your lips. Sucking. Begging. “Please- don’t-”

“Don’t what, Cho?”

Shit, that nickname has him hurling his hips forwards with a choked-up grunt. Seeing white-hot pleasure behind his eyes at every one of your smoothly swiveling gyrations, seeing you in all your dripping wet glory when he thumbs your drenched panties just to the side.

“Shit.” he gasps, dewy eyes widening, breath turning feverish at your neck. “Shit shit shit- wh-why are you so-”

And Choso moans, he can’t even finish his sentence right now. Can’t do anything but tug down his too-tight gray sweatpants to glide a steamingly hot smear of precum down your slit.

“So what- oh-” Your taunting mouth only drops further and further open when he’s dragging his achy cock down your cunt like he was addicted. Getting off to the way that your saturatedly wet pussy lips were coating him in a glossy sheen, sucking him up like you wanted-

“Just the tip.”

It’s his little mantra.

Rasped out over and over into your open mouth, panted in every messy kiss of his reddened, fat head against your sloppy hole. Once. Twice. Pretty pecks to French kisses..

“What was that–?” you’re batting your lashes, your hips meeting his messy cadence when his own speeds up. Keening at the sculpted leg being thrown over yours to angle his driving pistons more determinedly - desperately.

With a low whine at the back of his throat, the curved tips of Choso’s fingers find their sultry way down to your clit. And he’s giving you a harsh tug at the very peak before sobbing, “Just want to put it in, baby- jus’ the tip- p-please-”

“Just the tip?”

The movie long-forgotten.

The resounding squelch! squelch! squelch! of skin on sodden skin rings louder in your ears, as do those tiny hitches in Choso’s pants. Words gurgled though those big, bulbous tears rolling down his cheek, “Please- can’t do it anymore. Ngh- wan’ to c-cum- can I cum inside?” Drooping, half-lidded eyes boring right into your bleary ones, “Please?”

And all you can do is nod.

All Choso can do is try not to lose his fucking mind just as soon as the thick circumference of his head is bullying past your swollen folds, feeding you inch after ragingly needy inch of his cock.

All it takes for him to lose - because with the most broken of moans, you’re being stuffed snugly full with the sheer volume of Choso’s cum. With just the tip. And there’s so much of it, it’s like he hasn’t cum for years, sloshing to hit the very back of your womb, slopping around in a way that makes you shiver.

Wrangling to slip out his cock the tiniest inch-

“No!” Choso gasps, eyes blowing wide almost comically. “No no no- wanted- inside- hngh-” His ruddy lower lip wobbles at the slow, sultry dribble of his potent seed down your inner thighs, glossing over his own hands when he’s smearing your sodden pussy lips stretched even wider. “Inside, baby–”

“O-oh my god-” your eyes can just barely crack open when two slender fingers slip into your slick entrance, plugging you staggeringly full as soon as he’s shoving you tight with the rest of his angry cock. Rock-hard length stretching your meshing cunt taut, the very tips of his fingers being jostled to the side of every spongy g-spot in your walls. “Cho- s’too full it won’t- won’t- ah-”

The sheer stimulation was maddening.

And Choso was drunk on your pretty moans.

“Yes it will-” he’s babbling, syrupy saliva being drooled in a streaming wad right onto your lolling tongue. And with his free hand, he’s prying your pretty mouth shut. “Don’t- hngh- don’t sound so cute, baby s’gonna make me- oh-”

But you could already guess.

Because just the slightest note of your voice, the slightest grind of your hips to fuck back into his mindlessly messy cadence had him jolting inside you. Too-sensitive tip twitching out in honeyed ribbons of precum that drip down your walls.

Choso hisses with a sudden thwack! of his hefty balls kissing up against your cunt, gliding a hand underneath your thigh to pound into you languidly. Desperately. “Four days- shit- couldn’t make four days without this c-cute cunt-”

“Baby—” you’re huffing, your half-lucid eyes drifting away to the black screen. “The movie’s over.”

He huffs out a wet bout of laughter into your lips, nipping slightly at the very bottom one. “But I g-guess that doesn’t matter when I ah- already l-lost does it, baby?” Reeling out the sticky digits of his fingers, snapping at those delicate strings of cum and your sweet, sweet juices. He grins. “Because I already have four day t-to make up for-”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - 7th Nov. 8:29PM

Times like this, the king of curses found himself on his knees. Times like this, he wanted to ruin you.

“Awww, don’ be like that, woman-” he’s digging the rough dark claws on two hands onto the small of your back. Inhuman stretch wrenching you down, down, down that never-ending girth of his twin cocks. “Not when I’ve hngh- got you like this-”

But the only answer you’re giving him is another one of your stubborn pouts, brows scrunched together in a way that makes his tips twitch. Eagerly nudging up in a wet kiss against one of those sweet spots Sukuna knew would make you mewl.

Your lower lip wobbles with a whine, “M’ s-still mad at you, Kuna.”

Ah, he’d roll his eyes at your adorable antics but he knew that wouldn’t quite help his case. You’ve been like this ever since you’d joked about that little tradition humans did in November - and he took it seriously.

Too seriously, according to you, perhaps. With the way your devilish boyfriend was still fucking you into the decadent royal mattress - simply leaving you teasingly high and dry the mere moment he felt his orgasm coming.

And now, the very actions had him groaning. Powerfully muscled hips staggering upwards to bob you slowly on his cocks, rearing his fat tips against your cervix, your g-spot, your cervix, your g-spot, your- “What more do you ngh, want, brat?”

It’s asked with a sudden sopping swat planted on your beading cunt, and Sukuna’s taking the opportunity to let his other tongue take over. A slow, lewd drag of those massive tastebuds down your throbbing clit.

“I-I don’t ngh-” you’re moaning, and he already knows he’s winning. By the way your melty walls are cozying up even hotter around his thick cocks, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. “-don’t know-”

“Awww–” The third of Sukuna’s big, beefy arms just can’t help but thread through one of your own, bringing it right up to his lips to leave a saccharine sweet kiss on the back of your hand. “My woman- my love-” One. Then another. And Another. “My queen, tell me what you want.”

Your tone cracks into a saturated whine when he ambushes a particularly sensitive part of your g-spot, drawing a wet glisten of precum down the side of your walls. Swelteringly hot. “W-want more-” Your trembly arms snake around his broad shoulders, digging into the smooth muscle. “-wan’ more, Kuna- hah- please-”

And who was Ryomen Sukuna to ever say no to you?

In just a few split-seconds, you’re being dragged right off of his bulging cocks. Throat just barely moving to whimper in disappointment, when Sukuna manhandles you to splay out pliantly on all fours on those silken sheets.

Face buried into the mushy pillows, his cocks buried in your dripping cunt.

“Shit-” he’s shuddering, heavy balls clenching at the newly sodden wave of slick that drools down your slit. And Sukuna can feel himself drool ever-so-slightly, hiding his burning face away in your neck. Thank fuck for doggy. “Is tha’s all you wanted, then–”

And every one of his surging thrusts have you plummeting further and further up the bed, gripping onto the mahogany headboard. He’s swiping down your thrumming clit, kissing a wet trail down your sluttily arched spine.

You sob when his smacking hips turn bruising, your gummy walls stretched to your limits. “Y-you were so mean-”

“Mhm– so mean, baby.”

“M-made me so hngh- mad- never liked that ah- stupid challenge-”

Sukuna’s just snickering, flashes of white-hot pleasure sparking behind his eyes. Every time he’s milking himself on your tight pussy forcing him to hold back his whimpers, his gasps. One large set of his rough digits curling around your throat to haul you off of the bed, your head airy when he’s fucking each and every single thought out of your syrupy mind. “Don’ worry, my ah- spoiled brat. M’gonna fill up this oh fuuuck- cute cunt n’ there nothin’ you n’ any stupid challenge can do about it.”

Both of his rock-hard cocks were so messy, dragging out the sloppiest of slurps when he’s rummaging around your velvety insides. Spurts of wispy white precum staining down your sodden walls, making you gasp.

“M’so close-” You’re arched into the perfect bow for Sukuna to drag his lips down yours in a filthy kiss, humming darkly. “Gonna ah-”

Your pretty cunt has Sukuna chuckling, babbling out drunkenly. “So cum then- hah- why dontcha cum. Cum all over my cocks-” And he wants it. Needs it now, and shit- he’s never participating in this puny human custom ever again. Lazing out his second tongue to squelch an unapologetic pathway to your clit. Rolling. Sucking. “-go on then, woman. Show off f’me.”

And each one of his words were trembling with sheer desperation, cracking, even when you’re finally reaching your peak. Pound after pound. Every flick of his monstrous tongue drags you through your high, letting your toes curl.

With a sudden, hefty shudder, his cum-filled balls clench - and Sukuna’s finally cumming. Harder than he has in all his thousands of years. Harder than he ever thinks he could.

You’re simply at the mercy of both weepy ends of his cocks when they burst out thick streams of his seed, reverberating the most filthiest of sounds that make your ears buzz. Doubly. And his balls smacking against your ass grow drippingly wetter, your poor pussy overspilling each of his steamingly hot ribbons of cum.

“Fuck-” Sukuna sucks in a sharp breath, tears crinkling at the very ends of his eyes from how heavenly it felt having his stringy seed slosh against and between his jostling lengths. His hand feels for that inflationary bump where you’d been stuffed full, purring. “Did you take your pill?”

You blink, “N-no?”

“Good. Because m’suddenly wanting for an h-heir this Christmas.”

♡ GOJO SATORU - 1st Nov. 12:17AM

Shit, he’s going to lose. Gojo’s musing with whatever’s left of his syrupy mind - or wait, was it even November, yet?

Ah, he can’t even remember. Can’t even think to do anything but piston the very cockhead of his needy length between your puffed-up pussy lips. Spreading apart your folds with an easy, glistening swipe. And he’s so half-lucid that Gojo giggles at the way your ready cunt is taking him in so well.

“You’re mine-” Gojo’s panting out a feverish breath. Kissing your sopping wet cervix easily with each furious thrust, he’s spitting out a wet drawl of profanity into your lips. “M-mine, y’know that?”

“Toru–” Fuck, your cracking whine has Gojo’s glassy eyes veering into the back of his head. Murmuring out a vibrating groan. “S’jus’ hah- what’s gotten into you-”

And the strongest could babble about how seeing that newly appointed teacher at Jujutsu Tech churned his gears. He could tell you about how easy it is to conjure up a hollow purple when some bastard is making eyes at his wife.

Especially in November of all days, when he’d finally said he was going to make it through the whole month. He has to.

But, no.

Instead, he’s crackling the very soft tips of his fingers with jujutsu. Pinching your clit ever-so-slightly–

“Fuck!” Your spine’s arching into such a delicious bow that has his mouth watering. His thoroughly sunken cock bursts out in a few dangerously wispy waves of precum that make him shutter a gasp. “U-using jujutsu’s not ngh- fair-”

“Fair?” he hiccups, nosing down the side of your neck. “Not fair is how hah- good this pretty pussy of yours f-feel, sweetheart.” And he’s rutting into you so sloppily, massaging down your elastic walls with each of his prominent veins. Over and over Gojo can feel himself losing his mind- “Shit- I think I-I’m the one that-”

You can’t even react.

Because in a split-second, Gojo’s splayed out all the way near the foot of the bed. Teleported.

Strong hands jostling your legs spread even further open, drool dripping down the side of his mouth when he just drinks in your essence, feverishly hot breath hovering over your quivering cunt. And that pathetic mewl barely out of your lips before-

“A-at least I can’t lose the ch-challenge way, heh-” Gojo’s lips move sultry and slow over your already thrumming clit, wrapping around so prettily to suck on the saturated beads of slick.

You can only keen, you can only thread your shaky fingers through his snow locks. Giving a harsh tug that does absolutely nothing to deter his messy make out with your cunt - if anything, your husband’s surging his face even deeper into his favorite heaven between your thighs.

Nose meshing against the very tip top of your presoaked slit, dragging in a wet glide with every languid roll of his tongue into your sloppy entrance. Jaw grinding deeper and deeper-

He’s simpering out such a fucked-out smile on your pussy, long pinkish tongue lolling out to smear open your swollen folds. And all you can do is watch and watch as he’s slurping up syrupy stripes, slender fingers dancing their way dangerously up, up, up-

“Ah!” Your entire body wracks with a sudden surge of electricity - coming from the slender digits currently bullying their way into your slippery entrance. Gushing a thumb over your clit- “Toru what did I tell you about-”

“Ah, the jujutsu?” Gojo leans his head deliriously against part of your inner thigh, leaving a wet trail of bites. Hips mindlessly grinding down pathetically onto the plush mattress. Fuck.

And he looked so pretty like this - gaze drooping so close-lidded that they were almost shut, blue eyes half-glowing, mouth all glossed over with a dripping wave of your sweet, sweet juices. With this, you’re gifted with another swat of his thumb over your sodden clit, slurring, “Can’t r-remember a thing–”

And then you’re cumming.

Toes curling, your hips jerking upwards into his ready hold, fisting painfully at Gojo’s hair. If it hurt then he didn’t show it. Anything but. Because he’s hiking his legs up into a seated position, your trembly thighs splayed out shamelessly on the muscles of his broad shoulders.

Dragging and dragging you through your high with drippingly wet sucks on your clit, those drawing squelches ring in your ears and make you gasp. It was so filthy.

But not as filthy as the way that Gojo’s head drops backwards with a wet whimper, his eyes firmly scrunched shut. “O-oh sweetheart I-” Bedroom lights flickering.

And then nothing more is said as he just rips down the rest of his overpriced trousers until they were nothing but tatters hanging haphazardly around his slender waist.

Jittery fingers immediately taking hold of his cock - his furiously cumming cock. From just eating out his girl.

So reddish and weepy at the very thick tip of his, streaming out thick ribbon after ribbon of his seed that coats his fist a glossy white. You could see the way his hefty balls clenched, how his girthy shaft was twitching ferally in his fingers.

He bares you with his drunken gaze, lightning bolting at the ends of his eyes. Kiss electric. Sucking on your tongue over and over - before shoving two of his dripping wet digits between your pretty lips.

“There we- hngh- go don’t give a fuck about November-” You flinch when he smacks! his cock along your overworked clit. Circling the very edge of your entrance with his fat, sobbing tip.

Coated such a creamy ring with his cum. His.

Prattling, “Th-this is what my girl s’pposed to hah- look like. My girl.” And as soon as he sinks in just the barest of his bulbous head - the lights go out, in all of Tokyo. Soon, in all of Japan. “Heheh, doesn’t c-count that I lost no nut November if I can’t hngh- see it, right?”

A/N. Hope y’all have a lovely lovely NNN *evil laughs*

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soft-girl-musings · 4 months ago

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not sure how 2 months passed between me reading your lovely comment and me finally responding but!!! oh well

tysm!! i love these three and this fic becoming wallpaper would be the highest honor lol

Salt & Pepper

Moon Knight System x GN!Reader

cross-posted to ao3

tags: rated T for teasing, domestic fluff, author does not condone touching people's hair without permission, no use of Y/N

wc: 1,078

fic summary: Marc, are you familiar with the term "silver fox"?

A/N: i might have a problem lol

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“Put. It. Down.”

Marc Spector does not startle easily. So when he nearly falls from his perch beside the bathtub, you’re surprised you have to steady him.

“Jesus, where’s the fire?” Marc picks up the towel and small cardboard box he’d dropped because of your outburst.

Shifting your focus, you zero in on the latter: hair dye, just as you’d suspected.

“So this is what you get up to when I’m away?” You tut, cradling his temples and shaking your head. "What happened to you?"

"What? Nothing, I'm-"

"-I wasn't talking to you," you sigh, resting your forehead against the crown of his head. "How long has he been treating you like this, you poor things?"

“Ha-ha.”

You release his face to study it. "But seriously, how long have you been dying your hair?”

“... For a couple of years. Started to turn gray from stress a while back, and I guess it never stopped.” He fidgets with the loose edge of the container.. “You really never noticed?”

You take the box and set it beside him. “You hid it well.”

You’re not judging him for dying his hair, it’s just… surprising. Marc’s never been one to fuss over his appearance, as far as you could tell. When you first saw his closet, you’d half expected it to be lined with the same outfit ten times, like in a cartoon. Most days, “dressing up” means adding a jacket or blazer.

“Since when do you care? About your hair, I mean.”

He shrugs. “I’m not gettin’ any younger, honey.”

“Neither am I.” You kiss the bridge of his nose. “You got a problem with that?”

“Of course not.”

“Good. Goes double for me, don’t you forget it.” Leaning in, Marc tries for another kiss, but you duck and grab the hair dye before turning away with a mischievous smirk.

“Gotta keep you honest,” you wink and dart out of the room before he can catch you.

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"Love?"

"Hm?"

"Might fall out if you keep playing with it like that.”

You’d been standing behind Steven for the past couple of minutes, meaning to check in on his preparations for his morning tour but had gotten distracted. Very distracted.

“Sorry,” you sigh, your fingers leaving the wisps of hair at the nape of his neck and trailing down to his shoulder. “It’s just… hm.”

Your conversation with Marc must have taken root: over the past few weeks, you’ve noticed the hair that had been dangerously close to another round of boxed dye abuse steadily turning lighter. A subtle blend of silver strands mix with the darker curls that frame his face, making his hair shine a bit brighter in the light of the desk lamp.

“It’s like starlight,” you finally state, leaning in to rest your head against his.

Steven sputters and puts his book aside. “Starli- that’s a bit much, yeah?” His brow furrows, but there’s no denying the smile tugging at his lips.

“Not if it’s true,” you contend. You adjust the reading glasses that had slid down his face and tuck a stray curl behind his ear. “It’s a good look on you.”

There’s no denying the heat rising to his cheeks when you talk. “This– you don’t–” Steven caves and sets his book down, hopelessly flustered. “Either go away or get over here. Cheeky.”

He makes room for you to settle into his lap, which you giddily accept. Your hands sink back into his curls and he shivers as you scratch his scalp.

“Did I ever tell you I had a thing for my professor, once upon a time?”

“Oh my days–”

You’re not sure who kisses who, but you’re certainly not complaining. Neither is he.

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The time apart has been agony.

You check your phone for the fifth time this evening. They’ve been gone for what feels like months (it’s been weeks) handling some business in California, of all places. Marc said he’d call when they were on their way home, meaning no news is sad news.

You’re pulled from your pity party by a knock on the door. It’s late, and you’ve already signed for your dinner delivery. Slowly, you get up and grab the bat you keep by the entrance (with a sock slipped over the end per Jake’s advice).

The knocking continues, getting more urgent. You take a deep breath and look through the peephole. A large brown eye stares back and you yelp, dropping your bat. The unmistakable boom of Jake’s belly laughter mocks you from behind the door.

“You’re hilarious,” you groan, standing the bat back on its head and unlocking the door.

You’re ready to lay into him when you open the door, but you’re stunned into silence. Jake’s smile is highlighted by silvery stubble, dusted with black. He adjusts his cap as his dark eyebrows raise in mock surprise.

“What, no hello?”

You tear your eyes away from his jaw. “Hm? Oh. Hi.” You open the door wider for him to step in. “Marc said you’d call first.”

“No fun in that, is there? Besides, you looked ready to handle some trouble.” he shrugs off his coat as you lock the door behind him.

“Trouble, yes. Nuisance, debatable.” You sidle up to him and drape your arms around his waist. You place a kiss on his cheek; it’d be impossible for him to not notice how you let yours drag along the rough line of his jaw.

“I missed you too,” he laughs again. “But man, is it warm in here…”

He tosses his cap and it takes everything in him to not lose it when your eyes widen at the sight of his hair, now more gray than black and curls longer than you’ve seen them before. You’re too enraptured to be embarrassed at your obvious loss for words.

“Your hair…” You reach up to touch it, but Jake grabs your wrist.

“Tsk, tsk, you threaten and barely say a word to me, then go straight for the goods without so much as a ‘please’? What happened to decorum, hm?”

“You fucking tease,” you huff. “...please?”

“Well, since you asked nicely–” Jake can barely finish his thought before your lips are on his, your hand tangled in his starlit hair as soon as he lets go.

“I take it we should cancel Marc’s haircut?” he murmurs as you catch your breath.

Your free hand grazes the scruff on his cheek and you grin. “I wouldn’t complain if you did.”

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A/N: marvel you cowards give us gray-haired moon knight

ty for reading <3

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sku11s1asher · 8 months ago

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upcoming fics…

note; ill add this to my navigation but this is the fics im working on and the order fics will most likely be posted ! ill also cross out fics that have been recently done and put their link; maybe I’ll leave it up there for a week or so

neuv & wrio x male reader (fluff)

rock lock x male reader (nsfw)

diluc x male reader (fluff ; this req is so cute??!!)

erwin & levi x male reader (nsfw)

nanami x male reader (nsfw ; scenario)

possible diluc,ayato,alhaitham and neuvillette (angst?)

#male reader #request #genshin impact x male reader #aot x male reader #mha x male reader #scream x male reader #billy loomis x male reader #stu macher x male reader #rock lock x male reader #bnha x male reader #wriothesley x male reader #jjk x male reader

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not-neverland06 · 3 months ago

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we're dating? ♡

logan howlett x fem!mutant!reader

One-shot A/N: I've decided using the same X-men name/powers for the reader in my Logan fics is easier because coming up with superpowers is hard and stupid. They call you flux, like once, it's really just a nickname incoming warning for fluff so bad you'll get a cavity Summary: You're on probation from the team and official house arrest after a little accident with your powers. Logan knows you're going stir-crazy so he takes you to the arcade for some fun. And then your friendship takes a weird turn. (80's timeline in mind, but characters not from the 80’s will be mentioned) Clueless!reader

You’d had an accident, a few weeks ago. Well, accident might be downplaying it too much. You’d destroyed the garden and left a ten-foot crater in the backyard of Charles’ prestigious grounds. In your defense, you had warned them all that it wasn’t a good idea to take your cuffs off.

The metal bands are entirely necessary to make sure you can’t lose control and wipe out everything around you. Manipulation at an atomic level is beyond fatal. You don’t want to think about what would have happened if you’d had the meltdown and the kids were anywhere near you.

Charles had been able to shut you down, but now he’s keeping you on probation. You’ve been locked up in the mansion, unable to leave until you managed to get your abilities under control. There’s never been a problem with wearing the cuffs before. You don’t understand why he’s so against them now.

You’re going stir-crazy. There’s only so many times you can pace your room before you start to lose your mind. He’s not even letting you teach classes anymore. You’re stuck training, all day, every day.

“Focus!” Charles snaps and you resist the urge to turn his bones liquid. Maybe that would get him off your back.

Instead of killing your friend, you glare at the large tank of water in front of you. You do what you’ve been doing for the past half hour. It fluctuates from liquid to gas to solid, and then liquid again. An endless cycle of repetition that makes you want to melt your brain so you don’t have to do this anymore.

You drop your hand and huff. “This is pointless, Charles. What’s this even teaching me?”

He crosses his arms, walks over to you, and pointedly glares at the tank in front of you. You roll your eyes and look back at it. “Shit,” you hiss. In your frustration, the glass has cracked and splintered into dust. Water pools around your stool and leaks through the wood of the floor. You flick your wrist, the glass swirling around you before reforming into the tank. The water follows along, droplets lifting from the floor and dropping back into the container.

“One moment of frustration, of distraction. That’s all it took.” Charles shakes his head and walks back over to his desk. He picks the cuffs up and you slip them silently back onto your wrists. “How can you be trusted to protect your team on the field if you can’t control this? What are you going to do when you’re panicked and fighting for your life?”

Shame bubbles in your gut. It makes you nauseous and forces your eyes to the floor so you don’t have to face him. He sighs, placing his hands on your shoulders and squeezing gently. You glance up at him briefly and he offers a strained smile.

“This is for your protection, as much as you hate it, Flux. It’s necessary.” You scoff at the use of your X-Men name. Not much of an X-Man if you’re not even on the field anymore.

“Right,” you mutter. “Thanks for the lesson in incompetency,” you don’t let him respond and slam the door to his office closed behind you. You feel bad the second you get outside and onto the porch. He doesn’t deserve your bitchiness. It’s your own fault you can’t get a handle on this. You don't have anyone to blame but yourself.

You let out a dramatic sigh, throwing yourself into a rocking chair and running your hands over your face. The once comforting weight of your cuffs is now oppressing. It just feels like a constant reminder of your failure. You should already have a handle on all of this, but you struggle to even manipulate water.

“Rough day?” You don’t open your eyes as Logan walks by. He takes a seat on the rocking chair beside you, letting out a low groan as he stretches.

You let your hands drop into your lap, staring at the sunset so you don’t have to face him. You’ve already dealt with enough dejection today. You don’t need to look at him and be reminded that you want him in a way you can never have.

“Mhm,” you hum, propping your head in your hand as you watch the sun disappear behind the clouds. The sky is painted in hues of pink and orange that seem too hopeful for how you feel right now.

Logan chuckles, the sound low and gravely. It makes your heart stutter in your chest and you cringe in embarrassment. You know he can hear the way your heart practically beats free of your ribs when you’re around him. You’re sure with that nose of his he can smell some sort of hormonal change in you every time you lay eyes on him.

You swear you’ve never felt this way about a man before. You haven’t had many boyfriends before, it’s not really common among mutants. Not many people are accepting of you when they know what you are. And some people are too into you.

But you've had crushes, and none of them have been as bad as this one is. You want to gnaw on him. It sounds fucking insane every time you think about it. But when you train with him and he tears his shirt off, you want to sink your teeth into him and never let go.

You feel feral around him, a side of you surfacing that you’re not used to. Maybe it’s because of his mutant abilities. They are very animalistic, it’s easy to blame that on how desperately you crave him.

You hate being around him and despise not being in his presence. It’s conflicting, and more often than not you sound like a bumbling idiot when you speak to him because your brain is going in a million different directions.

You hear the familiar click of his lighter and then he shifts again. You risk a peek over at him and regret it the second you do. His head is tilted back, eyes closed in relaxation as he stretches across the porch. Smoke leaks out of his lips as he groans in satisfaction.

You have to pick your jaw up off the floor and make sure there isn’t drool on your chin. This is insane. You’re a grown woman, how does he have this much of an effect on you? He’s not even doing anything! He’s just sitting there and you want to jump his bones.

You whip your head around, mumbling incoherently to yourself to get it together. Logan peaks an eye open and you miss the mischievous tilt to his lips. “Something wrong?”

I need to have sex with you or I’m going to explode.

You stutter for a few seconds, getting your mind back together. “Just training with Charles,” you mutter.

He sits up a little straighter and quirks a brow. When you don’t continue he sighs. “And?” He prods, impatient for your answer. You hope you’re not reading into it, but you think he’s been as disappointed by your absence from the team as you are. He always complains about being partnered up with Scott. You like to think it’s because he misses you. But you’re probably just delusional.

“And, nothing,” you sigh. Your hands flop against your legs and you glare at the bands on your wrists. “No progress. I still can’t control them without these on, and my abilities are watered down and useless with the cuffs.”

Logan huffs, you’re caught off guard by the sudden warmth on your thigh. You glance down, eyes widening ever so slightly when you see his hand on your leg. It nearly covers the whole thing and when he squeezes your thigh you think you’re going to pass out.

You’re friendly. But you’ve never been touchy. At least not like this. The placement of his palm is very intimate and you are struggling not to just get on your knees and profess your undying love. You take in a deep breath, looking up at him so you can get your heartbeat under control.

But looking at him just makes it worse. Because there is so much faith and fondness in his gaze as he looks at you. His lips are tilted up, eyes soft, and you’ve never had someone make you feel so warm and secure from just a look.

“You aren’t useless,” he tells you. He squeezes your thigh again before he retreats back to his chair. You have to clamp your jaw shut so you don’t beg him to keep touching you and never stop. “You’re just stuck in this house all day. You’ve got nothing to do but sit in your failure.”

You scoff and throw yourself back in your seat. “Don’t remind me. I’ve begged Charles to let me out.” Your gaze drifts to the crater in the backyard. Some of the kids have been working on filling it in, but whatever energy you’d let go of has left a permanent mark. “He refuses to give me permission.”

Logan laughs, the noise teasing and a little mean. Your brows furrow and you glance over at him with a questioning look. He tilts his head in disbelief like you’re an idiot. “Seriously, Flux? Just fuckin’ leave, who gives a shit?”

“Uh,” you think on it for a minute before weakly settling on, “Charles?”

His face falls and you sink lower into your seat. He looks out at the yard, gaze distant. His jaw clenches a few times before he puts the cigar out on the ashtray beside him. He gets to his feet and you think he might just leave. Instead, he turns towards you.

You’re caught off guard by the little smirk on his face. “Wanna have some fun?”

Only an idiot would say no.

You grin and place your hand in his, yelping slightly at how easily he pulls you to your feet. You stumble into his chest and are hesitant to back away when his hand drifts to rest on your waist. He looks down at you, smiling, he squeezes your waist once before he backs up.

“Come on, kid.” He tugs you inside the house, leading you downstairs to the garage. You already know what he’s going for before the door is even open.

“Didn’t Scott tell you to leave his bike alone?” Logan takes a step inside. He pauses, glancing over his shoulder and grinning at you. It makes your breath catch in your throat, the happiness on his face. You never see him like this around the others.

You hate thinking like that. Placing too much importance on your relationship with him will only lead to heartbreak down the road. But, you never see him act the way he does with you with anyone else.

“Since when have I ever listened to Cyclops, sweetheart?”

“Good point,” you mutter, moving to stand next to him.

He straddles the seat and looks over expectantly at you. “Don’t you need a helmet?”

You shake your head, “Oh, no, it’ll ruin my hair.” You laugh but he gives you a deadpan look. You don’t regenerate the way he does. An accident would be a lot more fatal for you than it would be for him. You huff, “Relax, Lo, I can use my powers.” When he looks like he’s not going to drop it, you let some energy swirl around your fingers. It solidifies the air around your skin, you reach up and flick at his skull hard enough to hear the metal ding.

He grunts, glaring down at your hand while you grin. “See,” you whisper, sliding onto the back of the bike and wrapping your arms around his waist. “I’m perfectly safe.” He shakes his head and starts the bike.

The ride to the arcade is spent in silence. Logan always seems to break every speeding law known to man whenever he takes Scott’s bike out. You’re not sure if he does it to purposefully piss the man off, but it makes you cling to him like a wild animal. You feel like if you hit one speed bump you’re going to go flying.

By the time he parks your legs feel like jello. He laughs a little at the way your face has blanched. Again, he offers you a hand and holds the door open to lead you inside. You’re trying not to look a gift horse in the mouth, but this whole thing is odd.

You guys are friends. And you’re friendlier with each other than most of the mutants in the school. But this feels different somehow. For one, Logan kind of despises the arcade. It’s an amalgamation of bad smells and loud noises, and it overwhelms his already sensitive senses. You’ve heard him complain about the smell of body odor and fake cheese enough times when you went on a field trip with the kids.

Secondly, he’s being more touchy than he normally would. You’re not complaining. You weren’t exactly hugged a lot as a kid, mainly just passed between different mutant fetish clubs. Logan isn’t known for handing hugs out so easily. But right now, he doesn’t seem to be ready to not have at least one hand on you.

Maybe he’s just cheering you up. You need to stop drifting so far into your mind and just enjoy the night. “Alright, what’s first bub?”

You grin and drag him towards the claw machine. “I’m horrible at these things,” you inform him as you put your quarters in. “But, I hold out hope that one day I’ll be able to actually beat this monster.”

Three failed attempts later, it’s become embarrassingly clear that you will never beat the claw machine. Logan isn’t even trying to hide his amusement as you become increasingly more frustrated. There’s a certain point where this game stops being fun and starts to be an affront to your character.

Logan peers into the machine and asks, “What are you going for?”

“The pigeon,” you mutter. Your tongue pokes between your lips, and your eyes narrow in concentration. You aim the claw over the pigeon perfectly and slam your hand down on the big red button.

You’re allowed five seconds of celebration before the damn thing slips out of the claws grasp and tumbles into the pile of stuffies below. “Dammit, Bart,” you let the ridiculous name you’ve come up with for the toy slip.

Logan snorts, leaning against the glass while you jam another quarter in the slot. “Bart?” He teases.

You shake your head and give him a look out the side of your eye. “What, you think I call myself Flux because I’m good at coming up with names?” You give up after the last failed attempt and turn to face him with a huff.

He clicks his tongue and shakes his head. “Tough luck, kid.” He slings an arm over your shoulder and pulls you towards the concession stand.

“Shut up,” you laugh, slapping lightly at his chest.

The rest of the night is nice. He doesn’t play much except for the strength-oriented games. And then you kind of just exploit him for more tickets. By the time you get back to the mansion, you’ve forgotten all about why you were upset in the first place.

Nothing had gone wrong, you didn’t have a total meltdown and wipe out the entire arcade. You don’t know why Charles was so afraid of letting you out.

Logan walks you back to your room, his hand heavy on your lower back as you head up the stairs. You’re talking endlessly, filling up any gap of silence with rambling you’ve lost track of. You don’t know what it is about him that invites you to yap the way you do, but you’re always embarrassed by it the second he leaves.

You reach your door and smile up at him. “Thanks, Lo.”

He gives you a soft smile, his eyes wrinkling endearingly at the corners. He reaches up and brushes some hair off your shoulder. There’s a certain shift in his expression that has your breath stopping short. Whatever else you were going to say to him tumbles off into an incomprehensible whisper.

He leans down and every inappropriate thought you’ve ever had about him suddenly surges to the front of your mind. Your lips part in anticipation, thinking he’s going to kiss you and your fantasies are going to come to life.

His lips brush against your cheek so gently you almost don’t feel them. “‘Night Flux,” he leans back and your body goes with him. He backs off with a smile, walking down the hall to his own room. You feel dazed, eyelashes fluttering rapidly as you fan your cheeks and try to come to terms with what just happened.

He didn’t kiss you, but you oddly aren’t disappointed. You go to bed that night with a lovesick grin on your face. Well, you would have. Were it not for the annoyingly British voice ringing out in your head, “Training’s at four tomorrow morning. Consider it your punishment for sneaking out.”

“Fuck,” you hiss to yourself. Stupid fucking telepaths.

You thought the arcade was a one-off moment. But Logan keeps sneaking you out of the mansion. Charles hasn’t officially lifted the house arrest, but he’s given up trying to keep you inside. Besides, you’ve essentially got a chaperone since Logan is always with you.

You make lunch for the two of you and he’ll take you out to the woods for a picnic. Or you’ll go to the movies together. Sometimes you don’t even do anything, just linger around each other. You enjoy the company, and you love having these quiet moments together with no one else around.

Your favorite part of all of this has to be the way he’s started touching you. He’s always got a hand on your leg or back. And if he can’t do that, then you’re tucked into his side. It’s feeding into a starved part of you that you’ve left neglected for far too long.

It’s only been about two weeks of these fun little adventures and odd behavior. You’re dreading the moment they’ll stop. You’re not sure when Logan’s going to deem you properly cheered up, but you’re hoping it’s not anytime soon.

There have been a few more moments where you think your friendship might turn into something more, and every time you’ve been interrupted. You’re actually starting to feel a little edged. You’ve been considering just grabbing him and planting one on him. But every time you think about it you get sick to your stomach.

You don’t want to make a move on him and end up getting rejected. You know he’s just being a good friend and taking care of you so you don’t end up spiraling too far in your head. It’s happened before, when you’ve been struggling with your abilities. He’s just keeping you from shutting down again and you don’t want to make him uncomfortable because you’re hopelessly in love.

When you walk out of your room this morning you’re immediately smacked in the face. “What the fuck, guys?” You yell at the two kids running past your room. Not the best language for someone who's supposed to be a role model. You can’t be bothered though, not when they’re running around throwing pink rolls of streamer at your face.

“Sorry!” Mary calls over her shoulder, laughing as she pins a heart up onto the wall. You’re sure Charles won’t appreciate the hole in his old ass mahogany wood. It’s only as you watch her run down the stairs that you register just what is going on.

There is pink and red everywhere. It looks like Dollar Store Cupid has thrown up all over the mansion. You’ve been so caught up in your attraction to Logan that, ironically, you’ve forgotten what month it was.

You grumble bitterly to yourself as you trudge down the stairs. Another Valentine’s Day alone and single. How lovely. You spot two kids giggling to themselves by the banister, they lean in like they’re going to kiss and you gag. “Hey!” You snap, and they jump apart, eyes wide with fear. “Quit it, get out of here.” They scramble off and you feel just a little bit vindicated.

“Not a fan of young love, Flux?”

You groan and roll your eyes, turning around to find a very smug Scott watching you bully teenagers. “Shut it, Summers,” you warn. You point an accusing finger at him and he raises his hands in surrender. Faux innocence played across his insufferable smirk. “When you’re in a committed relationship, you don’t get to judge me.”

His brows turn down in confusion, “Wait, but aren’t you and Logan-”

He’s cut off by the sound of a loud crash down the hall. You both turn around just as one of the classroom doors slams open. A bright pink explosion hurtles from the doors and a throng of coughing students follows.

Jubilee walks out a minute later, a guilty expression on her face. “Sorry, I was just trying to make it more Vanetine-y.”

You glance over at Scott, grinning widely at him while you pat his shoulder and walk past him, leaving him to clean up the mess. “Enjoy the young love, Summers.”

You actively avoid Logan all day. You’re already facing constant reminders of how lonely you are. You see kids walking around with baskets of bears and chocolates. Or you catch them passing notes in class with scribbled hearts all over the front.

There’s only so much a girl can take before she loses it. The last thing you need is to be faced with the man you have the worst unrequited crush on in history. But he doesn’t seem to get the hint. He’s everywhere you go, popping up around corners and trying to catch your attention.

You keep brushing him off and pretending like you have something urgent you’re going to be late for. Eventually, though, he was going to catch up with you.

It happens in the kitchen. Most of the kids are in their rooms or the library. The noise has died down and you’re alone. You grumble to yourself, ripping down a pink streamer that keeps drifting across the top of your head and pissing you off. You grab a frozen meal from the fridge and are about to microwave it when he speaks.

“Huh, thought you’d want something a little more romantic than a frozen burrito.”

You gasp, clutching your chest and whirling around on him while your heart races. “Logan, Jesus, you scared me.” He’s frowning at you, eyes glaring at the frozen package in your hand. “Um,” you toss it back in the freezer but the look on his face isn’t going away. “Yeah, I might just go with cereal instead.”

He looks at you and then glances behind him. You peer around his shoulder but you don’t see anything. Without much warning, he grabs your wrist and pulls you towards the stairs. “Logan?” There’s no point in trying to resist him, he could just toss you up the stairs if he wanted to. Still, the silence is kind of creeping you out.

You call his name a few more times but give up when he makes it clear he’s not going to be answering you anytime. There’s a rotten feeling in your stomach. You have this awful idea like you’re in trouble for something. Like a little girl who's gotten her hand caught in the cookie jar too many times.

He stops you in front of his door and nods towards it. “You want me to go inside?” He crosses his arms and glares down at you. You huff and mutter, “Jesus, fine.” What the hell is wrong with him?

You grab the doorknob to his room, glaring at him while you do. You throw the door open dramatically, taking a step inside and surveying the area. “Wow,” you suck your teeth and shake your head. “You have not decorated at all.”

“Shut up, smartass,” he mutters in your ear. Chills prick at your skin from his proximity. A shudder goes down your spine as the low tone of his voice reverberates through you. “Look a little harder.”

You roll your eyes but acquiesce. Another run over the room finally shows you what you missed. You gasp and rush towards his bed, “Holy shit, Bart!” He chuckles behind you as you pick the stuffed pigeon up.

“Went back for him after we left,” Logan tells you.

You glare at him, eyes narrowed in suspicion. “How many tries did this take you?” He mouths a smug one and you roll your eyes in irritation. You look back down at the pigeon and smile.

He smells like the inside of a claw machine. His head is sewed on crookedly and you’re pretty sure he’s missing an eye. But he’s absolutely perfect to you. You’re about to thank Logan when you spot something metal wrapped around the stuffie’s neck. “What’s this,” you mumble to yourself.

You slide your fingers under the chain and tug it off Bart’s neck. Logan’s dog tags dangle off your fingers and you stare at him in shock. A sudden cold dread washes over you and you find yourself immobile. “Logan,” you trail off, an unspoken question following his name.

He smirks, walking towards you and slipping the tags out of your hand. “I wanted you to have this,” he says, his voice low like this moment is too precious to break, “so you know you’re not alone. You’re always so afraid of what’s going to happen if you lose control out in the field. But you forget, you’re not alone. You have me, you’re always going to have me.” He places the tags over your neck, untucking your hair from the chain.

You don’t even have words for him. It’s such a deeply personal gift. But this also feels incredibly intimate. There’s no possible way for you to reason this away. This isn’t something “just friends” do.

He seems to prefer your silence, anyway. One of his hands drifts from your neck and cups your jaw. With the utmost tenderness, he lifts your face to his. “Wanted to do this for a while,” he whispers. You almost ask what he’s talking about, but his lips are already covering yours.

It’s incredibly soft, this kiss, softer than you’re used to. He’s barely putting any pressure on you and it makes you realize that you’re still not moving. You’re just standing there in shock, eyes wide open while the man you’ve wanted since you’ve known him kisses you.

You drop Bart to the floor and your arms come up to twine around his neck. You finally close your eyes, let your body melt into his knowing he’ll catch you. The second you reciprocate he really kisses you. Neither of you hold back, each of you pouring all the pent-up desire you’ve felt for each other.

You’ve spent so long dancing around this, around each other. It’s like a missing puzzle piece is returned to you as Logan holds you. You feel full, complete, warmer than you ever have before.

You part from him - needing air - painfully slow. You don’t want to spend a second away from him now that you have him. You wish you didn’t have to breathe. Wished you could have kept kissing him and never stopped.

Logan chuckles, pressing a kiss against your forehead like he can read your thoughts. You can feel the dorky smile that’s about to split your cheeks. You bite your lip, hoping it might suppress it, but you know it’s pointless.

You look up at him with a cheeky twinkle in your eye. “Are you asking me to be your Valentine, Lo?”

He scoffs and pulls away from you slightly. “Do you have to ask your girlfriend to be your Valentine?”

Your eyes widen and your mouth opens and closes rapidly. “I- Well- I mean,” you take a full step back from him and shake your head. “What?” You finally settle on. “I mean, I’m not objecting, at all, but what?”

Logan tilts his head, a disbelieving look on his face. “What do you think we’ve been doing the past three weeks?”

You shake your head, stuttering and struggling for an answer. “I don’t know. I thought you were being a good friend!”

He smiles, there’s no irritation on his face at your cluelessness. If anything he seems to be more endeared to you. “You think I take all my friends on romantic picnics in the woods?”

You sigh, letting out a long disappointed breath. You can’t believe you’ve been so blind. When you think about it, his behavior lately makes a lot more sense. You’re not sure how you were able to trick yourself for so long.

“Well,” you start, walking back towards him as he pulls you into a hug, “certainly not Scott.” He huffs and shakes his head. You give him a sheepish smile, brows knitted together. “I can’t believe we’ve been dating this whole time.”

He just presses another kiss to your temple and shrugs. “It’s alright, sweetheart, you can make it up to me by being my Valentine again next year.”

There’s something unspoken in his voice. A promise that he’s planning to be around for a lot longer than a year. You smile at him, silently promising the same. “Only if you’re mine.”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

a/n: i’m gonna gag actually. Made myself cringe there at the end. I want a valentine next year so bad, it’s sad. But what’s the point of a valentine if it’s not going to be Logan?

dividers by @/thecutestgrotto

#wolverine x reader #wolverine x you #logan howlett x reader #logan howlett x you #logan howlett #logan howlett imagine #x men #x men x you #deadpool and wolverine

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satorena · 11 months ago

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✮⋆˙ I LUV WHEN WE GET FREAKY ON CAMERA !?

featuring. g. satoru, f. toji, g. suguru, n. kento x afab!reader

warnings. cybersex, camgirl!reader, facetiming, onlyfans account, dirty talking, usage of toys, reader wears lingerie, fingering, anal play, consented video taping, feminine pet names, let’s pretend toji has money okay? okay.

rena’s note. big shoutout to my dawgs @screampied ! would’ve suffered a bad writer’s block if not for them <3 ly pooks

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

“yeah baby~ fuck, arch your back just like that—shit!”

you complied to his request, moaning as you arch your back and push your hips backwards, deepening the angle of which your dildo penetrated inside of you.

from your facetime call, you faced the camera and propped your dildo to the wall behind you. you watched as your ass recoiled like waves, flesh bouncing off the wall in hypnotic motions, giving your boyfriend the pov he demanded at the start of this call.

you watched through your laptop screen as your boyfriend held his cock tightly with one hand, his other hand propped at the back of his head. his stomach clenched tightly as he matched your pace with his jerks. your wet squelches filled the atmosphere followed by your moans, arms stretched out to claw at the silk sheets on your bed.

“mmh—fuck baby, wish you were h-here right now,” you whine, bringing your fingertips to your lolled out tongue, coating the digits with your saliva, before slipping them between your thighs to focus on your neglected clit.

drawing figure eights to the bundle of nerves, your cheek smushed against the mattress, face heating and tears streaking down your cheeks.

bottom lip tucked in his teeth, gojo narrows his cerulean eyes to zero in on your figure, the sounds of your creamy pussy rocking back and forth on your dildo, your teary eyes watching him with such want— and fuck if he doesn’t wish this conference meeting overseas would end so he could blow your back out.

“i know, ‘m sorry— hah, princess,” he whines, thumbing his leaking slit as the hand behind his hair starts to grip at his own locks. the stinging feeling reminded him of you and it only turned him on further.

“just a f—few more days, yeah? and i’m all yours, promise baby, wait out for me,” he prods further, upset at the fact he has to reach out to you virtually. even behind the low quality of your camera, you shone like an angel sent from heaven, lashes wet with tears and your lips glistening from your smeared gloss.

you nod your head, before fluttering your eyes close as your gut begins to coil. your limbs grow hot and limp, toes curling and you up the pace of your rocking, the drag of the customized silicone dildo against your velvety walls stretching you in ways that reminded you an awful lot of your boyfriend.

“toru—fuck, i’m cumming!” you arch your back deeper, chest pressed flat against the mattress, fingernails scratching the softness of your sheets.

gojo had been on the brink of an orgasm eons ago, but he held back for you. to him, nothing beat busting a nut at the same time you did. his snowy white hair matted to his forehead, cheeks flushed a pretty red as he now focuses on his stiff cock with two firm hands.

he mimics circular motions you usually do, fighting to keep his eyes open as his orgasm washes over him just from the sight of your cries alone. your body shudders, your own orgasm washing over you from head to toe as you mewl out his name, spraying your juices all over the wall behind you and down your plush thighs.

your back arches outwards and you’re drooling all over yourself but gojo doesn’t think he’s seen anything prettier in his entire life.

“shit—oh fuck, cum for me princess, make a mess all over—ngh, yourself for me—my perfect fuckin’ girl.”

𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈

“welcome back everyone~”

there was something terribly sinful in the way the girl currently clothed in skimpy lingerie, fingers rubbing at her pussy in lazy circles with a dildo to her lips, tip of the toy teasingly grazing at her pink tongue—was also the same girl toji paid money to babysit his kid whenever he was away at work.

toji was no good man. this was definitely wrong on many personal levels, but alas he was still a man, if the way his dick hardened painfully quick at the sound of your honeyed voice alone.

he shifts in his chair, leaning back into it as he palms his hard on through his sweats. he watches with narrowed green orbs as you finally swallow the silicone toy down your throat, the dildo lubed in your saliva whenever it came out of contact from your mouth.

“wishin’ it was your fat cock instead, mmh,” you swirl your tongue around the dildo, before arriving to the tip and latching your plump lips around it.

you simultaneously increase the speed at your folds, fingers soon growing sticky with your essence as the obscene wetness fills the room. you moan around the toy, spreading your lips for the camera while clenching around nothing.

dick long freed from his pants and tucked tightly in his fist, toji groans as he watches your pretty pussy flutter and basically beg for him to fill you up. he hacks up some spit and drips it down on his girthy length, before roughly going back to jerking at his dick.

“i wonder which one of my lucky viewers is gonna get to fuck me next live?” you breathlessly giggle, before lowering the dildo in your free hand to your gaping cunt.

your comments flood with praises and pleasantries, with money flowing in easily—anything to capture your attention and have you notice them. they’re desperate, toji thinks, but realizes he’s definitely no better—hands already moving to donate a much bigger sum than whatever pussydestroyer69 could ever offer you.

“ooh, four bills is a hefty amount,” you tilt your head to the side, your pretty lips stretched in a perfect smile. you giggle when the comments start to insult toji but he’s too far enamoured in the way your free hand now travelled to your breast, groping at the mounds and flicking at your stiff buds.

you return to the regular programming, pressing the tip of your dildo to your cunt, dragging it up and down your wet folds, teasing yourself with your legs spread open for the viewers to see.

“fuck— this feels amazing, mmh, ‘m sooo sensitive,” you whine, applying a small amount of pressure to slightly push the tip in but pull it back out.

this was torturous— your thong pushed to the side to reveal your puffy lips as it leaked your essence. toji let his mind run to how badly he wanted to taste you. he was sure you’d be as sweet as honey, a potent taste on his tongue, and the thought of you face down with your ass up, begging for him to eat you out had his balls tightening with eagerness.

“fuckin’ shit— what a tease.” toji grunts, throwing his head back as he rubs the callouses at his palms against his veiny skin. his hips jerked up in anticipation, feeling his limbs run hot while his thumb circled at his reddened tip.

“y’wanna fuck my gaping pussy? yeah, ‘m all wet and tight just for you— hnng, bet i’d have you cumming quicker than you ever had~” you taunt, and finally push the toy all the way in, moaning at the stretch of the toy at your pussy.

your toes curl and you tighten your hold at your tits, slowly thrusting the dildo in and out of your cunt, the slick sound of the friction enticing toji as he matches your pace, fanged teeth biting down at his bottom lip.

you pout your bottom lip, small whines escaping your throat as you fuck yourself desperately. “feels’good— shit, need you to fuck me daddy!”

call him delusional but he felt you spoke to him and not the rest of these bums, legs opened and pussy clenching down at the dripping toy, as your hips rocked upwards to try and meet the dildo for further pleasure.

the telltale of his dick twitching uncontrollably told he was on the brink of an orgasm, one that has him cursing incessantly and brings sweat to his hairline. he pries his eyes open, refusing to miss out on how your folds get abused by yourself, multitasking between thrusting inside and attacking your clit.

“‘m gonna cum daddy—please lemme cum—ngh!” you plead, and as if some force between the two of you is pulled, you spray your essence all over yourself, slick dripping down your sheets and wetting your lingerie, staining your panties soaked as toji calls out your name, hips bucking into his tight fist as ropes of hot cum are pulled out of him.

“there we go baby—damn, keep creamin’ just like that.”

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔

“c’mon mama—don’t you let up, fuck, keep bouncin’ f’me.”

you whined some more, thighs aching and trembling from your consistent riding mixed with the added stimulation to your rim from your gifted anal plug. behind you was geto’s set up, computer camera propped as your back faced it, with geto seated at the edge of the bed.

hands planted firmly onto his chest, you stabilized yourself as you continued to rock your hips, dragging yourself up and down on his inches of dick, feeling his hardness stretch out your walls.

“sugu, ‘s too much— shit, want you to fuck me already!” you moaned, leaning your head downward to his broad shoulders, forehead slippery with sweat.

geto chuckled at your neediness, clicking his tongue as he lands a firm slap to your reddened ass. you all but moaned, hips moving back and forth as you clenched your mounds around his cock.

“but baby,” geto complains mockingly, slipping his hand in between your bodies and thumbing at your swollen clit. “y’wouldn’t wanna disappoint your fans, would ya?”

as he spoke, he glanced over your shoulder to check the comment section, as it was filled with numerous donations, praises as well as degradations. the more his viewers donated money to him, the quicker the toy plugged in your ass vibrated.

the triple stimulation had your brain gone to mush, your golden spot brutally toyed with as the foreign but pleasurable feeling in your puckered hole stretched it out, added with the circles at your bundle of nerves, sending shivers all throughout your body.

“uhn uhn,” you shake your head, all but against the idea of ruining his live stream simply because you were tired. more than anything, you wanted to cum, even if it had been in the most torturous way you could think of.

“that’s my good girl,” geto presses his lips at the crane of your head. his praise sends tingles in your belly, core licking with heat. his hands find their way to your ass cheeks, groping the soft mounds as encouragement, the actions causing a shift in the toy to be pushed slightly deeper inside of you.

“f-fuck—don’t do that, i’ll cum!” you complain, arching your chest into his, sensitive nipples brushing into his own.

the creamy mess at the base of his cock clearly accessible to the viewers sent a massive amount of money right into geto’s account and straight to your ass, as you jolted into his hold, clinging your arms around his neck.

“holy shit—one thousand?” geto asks breathlessly, followed by immediate more pinging indicating more donations. “you’re a hit baby—they fuckin’ love this pussy. too bad it’s all fuckin’ mine though, hah,”

you’re flattered by it all, and hit with a final wave of confidence before you’re sure the dam in your gut will snap, you push him back to lay on his bed. geto watches you with a cocked brow and smug smile, baby hairs messily framing his flushed skin.

“oh?” he asks, amused by the sudden turn of events. he never lets go of your hips, instead tightening his hold on you as you plant your feet to the mattress.

you hop up and down, his dick nearly slipping by how far up you rode him, with your palms pressed against the plane of his abs. feeling tears build up at your lash line, you moan and wail, dick penetrating deep into your cunt deliciously.

“fuckin’ ride this dick, ‘s all yours mama—shit, gonna make me cum all inside that pretty pussy, mmh. give it all t’me,”

it doesn’t take much between his constant praising, the slickness of your wetness around his cock and the additional vibrations to your ass to have you cumming hard around him. you clamp your walls down, momentarily pausing your riding as you let it take over your entire body.

geto comes through, hips bucking upwards to further your orgasm and you’re sure you momentarily blacked out, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your tongue lolls out of your mouth.

“what a pretty fuckin’ face baby, all mine. goddamn, ‘s too bad your biggest fan won’t get to see it— ain’t that right, satoru?”

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎

“k-kento—oh fuck daddy, ‘s so fucking deep!”

his wrist ached as he worked his way up and down his cock, tip throbbing an angry red. he watched himself hold your waist with one grip of his hand, the other propped up to film the lewd scenery, capturing you in all your glory.

nanami maintained a steady focus, pistonning into your cunt at a ruthless pace, a ruthless angle, and judging by the sound of your broken moans, he was thrusting into that spot that had you seeing stars and slurring your words.

on the screen showed you face down with your ass up, hands bind by his tie behind your back, face planted into his bed as he fucked into you passionately. your pussy gripped onto his cock greedily, sucking him in as the ripples of your ass bounced on his pelvis.

“my perfect girl, fuck, keep taking it just like that.” his large hand held at your waist firmly, bottoming out just to pull out all the way to where your lips latched at his tip, coating his dick in your creamy essence.

his hand made it to the top of his shaft, and when the screen presented him an erotic view of both your body fluids— semen, juices, sweat— sticking between both your damp skin, where you lowered yourself on his cock and where he pushed forward to fasten the process, his thumb grazed over his slit tauntingly, the same way he’s seen you done it dozens of times.

it’d never occur to him that watching himself plow into you would turn him on so, but you were so far away and he was immensely turned on.

his button down now unbuttoned, his chest heaved up and down as he panted heavily, sliding his other hand down to cup at his balls, the way you’ve done to him so many times. he winces at the feeling, dick painfully hard as it twitches in his hold.

“holy fuck— my perfect fuckin’ girl, shit.” he groans, narrowing his eyes to focus on the hypnotic sight that had his erection crying impossibly further.

the sight of you unable to do anything but take his dick like the slut you were made to be for him had him curling his feet and thighs tremble rather quickly. your fingers twitched as you begged him to free you, to let you touch him, but all that resorted to was your ass getting slapped for your disobedience.

“behave princess.” nanami warned you while rubbing his hand at the reddened skin, and you whined a ‘m so sorry daddy but obeyed nonetheless, and whatever kink triggered in nanami activated, as he jerked off faster, desperate to chase that release.

in the video, nanami pulled his dick out momentarily, causing you to cry out at your pussy’s emptiness. lowering the camera to your abused cunt, your pink walls gaped and clenched around nothing, practically calling out for him to fill the void. he chuckles behind his phone, before grabbing at his cock and lining himself at your entrance, teasing your folds by dragging his tip up and down before bottoming out again.

“fuckin’ hell, i need you right now,” nanami cussed, wanting nothing more than to feel your warmth around his cock instead of his own hand, to feel you clamp and suck him into your pussy, to have you squirt on his cock and still beg him for more despite your sensitivity.

between the pornographic sight of your cunt clenching down on his cock, your asshole winking at him, the recoil of your ass onto him and the sinful arch of your back, nanami soon painted his fist white in his cum, head thrown back as he was overtaken by an orgasm.

“damn it—shit, just like that princess—keep gripping onto me, gonna fill that pretty pussy full of my cum.”

yes, gojo was the generous donator on geto’s live stream. pervert

#rena☆star.#www.tumblr.com/satorena #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk x you #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru smut #gojo x reader #gojo smut #toji fushiguro #toji fushiguro smut #toji fushigro x reader #toji x reader #toji smut

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thatwasntverycashmoneyofme · 2 years ago

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—𝗋𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄

`𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘭’ 𝘺𝘦𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘤𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘬’

♧↝𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 ♤↝𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍 ♡↝𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 ♢↝𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄

⁂ 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋

𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗋𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍. (♧)

#rock lock masterlist #rock lock x black!reader #rock lock x black fem!reader

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classyrbf · 3 months ago

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MAKE THAT PU$$Y RAIN! — TOJI FUSHIGURO

SYNOPSIS...pornstar!toji makes you squirt for the first time on camera

INFO...pornstar!toji x fem!reader, full nelson position, squirting, recording, fingering, overstim, praise, degradation, pussy slaps, messy, dacryphilia, creampie, not proofread

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

“Oh my god!” You squealed, pussy squelching as Toji fucked you ruthlessly, his fat tip hitting your swollen g-spot over and over again. “Fuck, fuck! You’re so fucking deep!” You cry out, biting down on your bottom limp as you whimpered, tears pooling in your eyes from how good you felt, pleasure coursing through your entire body, making you feel like you were on fire.

His muscular arms held your legs back, locking his hands behind your head, leaving you in no position to run from the dicking down he was giving you. A filthy mess formed between where you two met, your juices coating length, dripping down his heavy balls. “Put that pretty on full view for the camera—nngh fuck!” He grunted, letting out a dark chuckle that sent a shiver down your spine.

“So fucking good—hah! Ah! Yes, yes, yes! Right here!” Your toes pointed as you eyes rolled into the back of your head, your brain going completely stupid, feeling your hungry pussy clench down on his cock. “Nngh!” You managed to open your eyes, jaw going slack as you stared into the lens, hazy eyes fixated upon the camera.

Your body rocked with each thrust, lewd moans echoing off the walls as your body went completely weak, mind blank. “Hah, Toji! Toji, I feel like I’m gonna squirt! Stop!” You begged. “Toji!” You mewled, clenching your eyes shut, toes curling.

“Let it out for me, wanna see you make a mess on my dick,” he growled, somehow managing to fuck you harder and faster, bullying his thick cock into your poor, swollen pussy. “Come on, baby. Fucking squirt for me! Show everyone how messy this pussy can get!” His thrusts are greedy, forceful, looking to drive your orgasm out of you no matter what.

“I’m cumming! Oh my—fuck! Nnngh! Hah!” Your pussy gushes clear liquid, soaking your thighs and Toji’s, some even getting on the camera in front of you. “Oh my god!” You cry out, tears streaming down your face. “Shit, shit, shit, so fucking good!” Your body is twitching in his hold, his thick length still stretching you out so deliciously it makes your eyes roll back once more. He was fucking you stupid at this point. That was the first time you’ve ever squirted and you can’t believe it was caught on camera for thousands—millions of people to see.

“That’s a good fucking girl,” he chuckles loudly. “Good job, baby. Pussy loves my cock, doesn’t it?” He breathed heavily, something primal awakening in him, wanting to make you squirt once more. “Give me one more, I know this pussy wants it,” he gruffly says.

“Nngh! Nngh! Gonna…cuuu—fuccckk!” Your jaw falls slack, eyes squeezing shut as you squirt for a second time, your body shaking violently. Toji pulled out of you, a clear stream shooting from your cunt. He let out a laugh, reaching a rough hand down between your legs to rub your puffy clit. “Ah!” You yelp, eyes shooting open to watch as he rubs your clit, getting every last drop out of you. “Tojiii!” You pout, reaching his hand because the overstimulation is driving you absolutely crazy. Your legs close shut, still slightly shaking.

Two of his thick digits slide into your cunt with ease, pushing up on your g-spot in a fast motion as he uses his one arm to hold your legs in the air. Without warning your squirting again, your back colliding with his chest as you fall back, so lost in pleasure you don’t care about a thing any more. “Atta girl, look at you,” he coos in your ear. His large hand comes down to spank your soaked pussy, making you twitch with each hit.

“More, more, please,” you murmur, biting at your bottom lip, batting your teary eyes up at him.

“More? Yeah? You turn into such slut when getting fucked stupid, don’t you baby?” He slides his fingers back into your greedy hole, your cunt squelching as he quickly moves his fingers against your g-spot.

“Yessssuuuhh!” Your nails dig into the skin of his forearm, toes curling again when you feel that familiar feeling in your lower abdomen build up. “Cumming! Hah!” Toji quickly slips his fingers out your cunt as you began to squirt, the pads of his fingers rubbing your clit in circles again, your juices spraying everywhere.

He unexpectedly lifts your hips up, a long down out groan escaping his throat when your warm cunt sinks back down around his cock. “Fuck, baby, pussy is so tight!” He moans, hips vigorously thrusting into you, wrapping his arms around your legs again to leave you in a helpless position.

“Nngh…Toji…ah.” You’re barely able to speak, your brain completely mush. You were addicted to the way he was making you feel, addicted to how he worked your body to do what he wanted. His hips slammed into your eyes, balls slapping against your clit as he chased his orgasm.

“Ah, you’re clenching, baby. That pussy gonna squirt again, huh?” He gritted his teeth, feeling his orgasm approaching as he moans grew louder and mixed in with yours. “Cum with me, cum with me—nngh, shit! Shit! Yes, keep squeezing me!” Thick spurts of his cum paint your walls, filling you up and making you warm inside. His cum trails down his length while he fucks it back into you. “Fuckkkk!” He groans.

Your squirt mixes with his cum, your cunt clenching around his length, sucking him back in. “Oh my goddd!” You’re screaming, tears streaming down your face. Toji pulls out of you, leaving you a panting, soaked mess, cum leaking from your hole. “Mmmp!” You whimper.

“Show the camera, sweetheart.” He spreads your legs wide enough so that a glob of his cum leaks out of you, slipping down to your ass. “Good girl.” He plants a kiss on your lips, walking off the bed to grab the camera, focusing it on you and the bed below. “Look at the mess you made,” he laughs, zooming in on the soaked sheets and puddles on the floor. “You even got it on fucking camera,” he chuckles.

“I’m sorry,” you giggle, still trying to catch your breath as you roll over in the bed, lying on your stomach. He swats your ass a few times, groping it before spreading it to get another view of your messy cunt. “Made squirt for the first time on camera, you know?” You lazily smile.

“Really?” He asked, surprised. “I know what I’m gonna title this video then.”

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꒰ nanami is forced to put his sweet wife back in her place (under him) ꒱

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 ─── fem!reader, wife!reader, ceo!reader, lifestyle dom!nanami, househusband!nanami, brat taming, hair pulling, overstimulation, sir kink, restraints, finger gagging, nipple play, use of vibrators, chair bondage, reader gets spanked, fear of cheating, unprotected s[e]x, collaring, oral s[e]x, kento mentions divorce playfully, nanami slaps his c*ck on reader's face and tongue, degradation, pet names (baby, little slut, love, darling, good girl), aftercare

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 ─── 5k+ words because of mappa’s horniness they made him so big and beefy what did you expect me to do

“Fuck, baby, that’s a good girl.”

Your husband’s scratchy moan is followed by a tug to your hair. He’s got your locks in his firm, veiny grip, using it to guide your mouth up and down his flushed cock like you were nothing but a human fleshlight made just for him.

The kitchen clock ticks and you’re on your knees, still in your office blazer and figure-hugging skirt.

It was usually customary for you to greet your husband like this—like he’s pure treasure and deserves your devotion on these marbled tiles.

They were the same ones you bought with your twelve-month bonus, right when the company you spearheaded burst into the tech scene and started raking in the billions.

Through it all, Nanami Kento was with you, building your home while you changed the world.

More than anything, he was the rock which kept you from falling apart.

But, if they could see you now… how your mouth was slicked with a mixture of cum and spit and your eyes were woozy with bliss, they couldn’t tell that you were the same woman who once fired three directors on account of an embezzlement accusation.

He pulled you off his flushed tip, those chiselled cheeks dusted with pink. Reacting like this, he was nothing more than an enamoured husband adoring his wife on her knees. But, you had been bad to him today, and bad girls didn’t deserve what they wanted. They needed to be put back in their place.

Nanami tugged you up higher, enough to have you balancing on the slivers of your shins. His mouth found yours, insistent and hot with his lustful intention.

“Do you want your collar, baby?” His mouth was a stroke away from yours, warm breath caressing your tongue.

You nodded, not trusting your voice to break. The planes of your husband’s defined chest shook in a soft laugh as he let go of your hair—for now.

“Go and grab it, sweetheart. I'll wait for you.”

You did as he said, standing up on shaky legs that were riddled with pins and needles. He steadied you, looking ridiculously handsome even with his half-chub out and tiny pink apron still on. Nanami was just a man who could make even a trash bag work.

You stumbled into the bedroom, going straight for a drawer that was shut tightly. Using the key next to your perfume stand, you unlocked it, removing a smooth, dark leather strap with the words ‘Kento’s girl’ embedded into it with diamonds.

You heard your husband come back into the room, his body pressed behind yours as he took the collar from your shaking hands. Pushing your hair aside, he fastened it around your neck with a kiss to your earlobe.

“Shall we go back to what we were doing earlier?”

You slid back into your knees in response, shuffling to face him again. Those dark eyes appraised you with pride, tinged with an even darker possession.

“Always so pretty for me,” he hummed. “Aren’t you, my little slut?”

A dirty thrill shot down your spine, and you parted your mouth open on instinct. “Yes, Sir.”

Kento chuckled, giving his hard-hard cock a few pumps before nursing it back into your mouth. You sucked on the tip, tasting his musk and salt. Hollowing your cheeks, you took him deeper, till he hit the back of your throat, and whatever else you couldn’t fit, you fisted around the base of his cock to work it up and down.

Your husband hissed out a curse, and wound your hair back into his tight grip, watching you suck him off with barely concealed wonder. “Doing so good for me, love,” he murmured, a sharp tug on the nape of your neck making you wince and your pussy flood your red lace thong. “And to think you were just mouthing off to me earlier.”

You squirmed on your knees, needing to touch between your legs to ease the flame of desire only your husband could burn.

Kento used his sheer strength to pull you off his cock, and as if still punishing you, he slapped the tip of his fat dick onto your cheeks, coaxing your mouth open so he could do the same thing on your tongue. You didn’t complain, glad to be used as a stress reliever for your husband.

Pre-cum smeared your cheeks and spit was glossing your chin when you took him back down your throat again, this time with more urgency.

Kento was breathing deeper, his half-hooded eyes almost closing from your talented mouth. No one could suck cock as well as his wife could, and he would stand firm in that.

Your sheer hunger and eagerness blew everyone else out of the water, the devotion only you showed him shaping his unshakable love for you.

It's just too bad you had unintentionally insulted him where it hurt the most.

“Do you think you’re forgiven because I let you suck my cock?”

Before you could answer, you were wrenched off his dick, pushed back into your knees. Your cry of indignation was stopped when he shoved two thick fingers down your throat, gagging you with a wet choke.

You worked hard to please him—to apologise to him because you didn’t mean those words; they were just a product of a stressful day.

It’s not like you understand what the fuck I’m going through, Kento. You’re just a househusband who spends all day cleaning!

Careful, those dark eyes had narrowed at you. Do you want to repeat that, darling?

I said—

But, he never gave you a chance to finish.

As if remembering your painful words, Kento grunted, bringing you to your feet just so he could spread you face down, ass up onto your huge makeup counter. The mirror reflected back your desperate stare into your husband’s impassive face, his collar searing through your skin.

“Kento—“

Rough hands from days of labour pushed your skirt up, tugging your thong unceremoniously down your cheeks where the fabric burned against your sensitive skin. “Ah—!”

The first spank landed on your left globe, leaving a stinging pain on the tender flesh. He didn’t stop there—Kento viciously spanked your right cheek, then back to your left, alternating between them until you swore they were glowing hot like dying embers.

You were wincing and crying out softly, hair stuck to your temple and cheeks with sweat. The woman in the mirror had tears in her eyes, and her husband barely pay attention to her—just like how she had messed up and thought lowly of him for a split, disastrous second.

“I don’t know what you’re going through? Did you forget I used to be a salaryman, too, darling?”

His tone dripped with sardonic anger. Another spank, this time on your lower back. The tears broke down your face.

“I’m going to drill into that pretty head who owns you so you don’t mouth back to him. A househusband?” This hit was personal, right on your prickling left cheek. “Is that all you see me as? Do you think of me that lowly?”

Frustrated, Kento yanked your hair back at the same time he plunged two thick fingers into your glistening pussy.

“Oh—Kento!”

Your cry fell from your lax mouth, your eyes snapping close in ecstasy while he finger-fucked you roughly, tugging on your hair to deliver sharp prickles of torture down your spine.

The pain mixed with the pleasure till you couldn’t tell which one was which, your body spiraling closer and closer into delirium.

“Kento!” You sobbed, sure to have woken up the neighbors if your bedroom was soundproofed. “Oh, oh, ah—f-fuck, K-Kento, I-I—“

His forefinger was hitting that softest spot inside of you, and you ached to touch your clit to throw yourself down the agonizing high.

Without thinking it through, one hand drifted in between your thighs, and you managed about three shaky circles on your sensitive bud with your middle finger when Kento noticed and yanked your hand away. Your soft cry was muffled when he pushed your face into the hard word, breathing unsteadily.

“Who said you could touch yourself? Did I say you were given permission to?”

“N-No—“

But, Kento refused to listen to your excuses. “You’re misbehaving more and more tonight. I think I need to teach you an even bigger lesson.”

You could barely cry out a complaint when he manhandled you into his arms, bringing you back into the kitchen. Plopping you down onto the huge dining chair, he left you stewing in your thoughts, tense as to what he had next up his sleeve.

Nanami returned not a minute later with a pair of arm binders and leg cuffs, and your eyes widened when he immediately took your hands, placing them in the restrictive loop behind the chair. He worked on your legs next, fastening them to the wooden stems, while you continued to pathetically bleat apologies that rained on his deaf ears.

Once you were secured, Nanami took you in.

Everything about you was softness and seduction, and he couldn’t help but feel like he was the luckiest bastard alive. I love her, Kento’s eyes shone when you blinked up at him, all innocent and cute like you weren’t exposed in such a lewd way. I love her so very much.

“K-Ken,” you whined, shifting in your seat. The gesture unintentionally hiked your skirt further up your plush thighs.

As much as he loved you, Nanami had to put you back in your place—get you to respect him, even as his cock is raging to sink into your tight heat.

He tapped your cheek, a stern look emblazoned on his handsome face. “That is not what you’re allowed to call me.” His big hand wrapped around your neck, digging into your pulse point—restricting the breath from going down your airways. Asserting his point.

“Sir!” You managed to choke out. “S-Sir—”

Your wheeze turned into a cough when he let you go, your watery eyes looking up at him filled with nothing but remorse.

Nanami toyed with the idea of letting you go once the regret settled in, but the other half of him—that darker impulse which bludgeoned his Jujutsu years with bloodshed and violence—reared its head. It was the same sickly thrill he got whenever he beat up a curse and managed to squeeze in no more than an hour of overtime to get back home to you.

For your credit, you always let him exact his pent-up rage onto your willing body—never bending or breaking your resolve.

Even when he walks back into the bedroom to retrieve your most hated G-spot vibrator, or when he sank it almost lovingly into your waiting pussy, you could never hate your husband—even if he drove you half mad.

Nanami stared at his phone screen, connecting the vibrator to the app it came with. You could tell he was completely focused on breaking you, his eyes never straying when he adjusted the settings.

Soon, a pleasant hum goes off in between your thighs, and you toss your head back, a dulcet whimper leaving your lips and saturating the air with your pure neediness. Your husband doesn’t react beyond crossing his arms over his hulking chest, studying you with those intense darkened eyes you could go insane for.

The vibrator notch constantly rubbed on your G-spot, leaving your clit throbbing with abject neglect. You almost didn’t notice your husband pushing off the sleeves of your blazer, unbuttoning the crisp white dress shirt he had ironed this morning to expose the rise of your heaving tits covered in the red lacy bra he loved so much on you.

“You wore this today?” He fingered the lacy strap, and you hiccuped a stuttering y-yes. Your husband chuckled, easing down the cups so your nipples sprung forward, ready to be teased and touched. Kento hunched down next to you, his entirely bigger build almost draping across your lap as he ran his tongue over the rise of your plush flesh, growing closer and closer to your stiffening nipples. But, he never gave you what you wanted.

Everytime his tongue so much as grazed your areola, he would pull back, leaving you keening with disappointment. Your thighs were starting to shake, the constant pressure on such a susceptible spot slowly making you lose your mind. Without the stimulation Kento was selfishly withholding, you were sure you would be strung along for hours until he decided to show you mercy.

As it was, your husband was a stubborn man once he put his mind to something. You could barely think past the haze of your blurry thoughts, your mind filled with cotton when finally—finally—Kento sucked on your nipples. It was soft at first, barely any stimulation, but once he had a hit of you, Kento couldn’t stop. He suckled on your tits roughly, tonguing them harsh enough to make those sensitive buds throb.

Then, he bit down on them, eliciting a soft cry past your swollen lips. Your hips had basically taken on a life of their own, undulating minutely to the cruel game Kento played on your body.

Once you were on the precipice, needing just a bit more stimulation to topple over the edge, Kento pulled back. He stopped the vibrator with one tap on the screen, and you came crashing back down—body slumped against the chair.

“Sir,” you sobbed, unable to hold back those fat tears from chasing down your cheeks.

Nanami barely gave you time to adjust to the cresting sensations. He stood back up to his full height, toying with his phone and sliding his thumb pad across the screen. The same motions were replicated within the vibrator between your legs—the alternating softness and sudden vigorous overstimulation wrecking your body into dividing sensations.

You didn’t know whether to flinch or lean into the pleasure—whether to cry or to moan.

All you could do was let out a stream of weak Sir, please, oh—Sir, past your lax mouth, your body jerking like a puppet caught in the web of his control.

If it wasn’t enough to torture you, Kento wanted to tease you, too. He continuously pinched your hard nipples, flicking them up and down with the tip of his thumb to get them all perky and desperate for him.

He even knelt in between your thighs, looking up at you with those melting dark eyes while his thumb gently rubbed on your twitching clit. Your husband was doing everything in his power to get you to fold for him, and you were so close to putting aside your ego just to beg him to fuck you.

“S-Sir,” you sniffled.

Kento glanced up at you, noticing the tears beading your lash line. He swiped his thumb under one bulging tear, wiping it away.

In contrast to his filthy actions, his words were soft and sweet. “What do you want, darling?” he added, “Do you want to cum?”

You gave him a shaky nod.

“Do you think you deserve to cum?”

Disappointment curdled in your belly at his simple question. Kento was giving you a chance to apologise, and you could either take the high road and beg for his forgiveness, or let your bigheadedness keep you unsatisfied.

“I don’t,” you whispered, ducking your head in defeat. Kento hated to admit how a carnal wave of satisfaction curled right in his chest from your admission. “I was mean to you. Y-you did so much for me—” you lifted your hips, as if to alleviate the tense pleasure. “—I-I’m so sorry, Sir.”

His big hand smoothed down your belly, settling on your hip. He leaned forward, kissing your forehead tenderly. Instead of accepting your apology, he smeared your tears away with patient lips, trailing down kisses to your neck, his tongue running across the collar which held his claim on you.

“You’re forgiven, sweet girl,” your husband murmured, standing up to switch off the vibrator. You sagged back into the seat with a teary hiccup, peeling your glossy eyes on him so pathetically, his heart couldn’t help but squeeze. “Come on—let’s get you cleaned up.”

Kento removed your bindings, careful to help you stand up on your trembling legs. He held you close to his chest, rubbing those big, warm hands up and down your back to soothe your shuddering sobs. “There, there. You’re alright, baby. You’re fine.” He lifted you into his arms, careful to tuck your head on his shoulder as he carefully made his way back to the bedroom with you.

There, Nanami reverted back to his loving, devoted self—removing your blazer, dress shirt, and pencil skirt with reverence. He lifted your leg onto his shoulder, kissing your ankles before easing off your stockings smoothly. Once you were naked in front of him, it was his turn to undress.

Kento shed off the pink apron, removed his sweatpants and then his fitted cotton shirt, exposing his shredded torso lined with numerous thin, pale white scars. There was once he was afraid of showing them to you—his past bare for your fingers to trace. But, you loved kissing each and every mark left from wounds he could not explain to you. And Nanami was grateful.

He counted himself one of the luckiest sorcerers to make it out alive of that world and into a semi-normal one. He had a wife, a home, a decent car, plenty of time to unwind and relax—in short, he was living the dream he once saw as unattainable. And it was all thanks to you.

“Come here, baby.” Kento gathered you into his arms, careful to not put too much pressure on your sore butt. He traced your features, kissed your eyelids and cheeks until you stopped quietly sobbing, all wrung out and lying exhaustively on his chest. “Good girl—just take a deep breath and tell me what happened.”

His voice was a deep, enticing baritone, inciting goosebumps on your arms and putting your guard down. Your eyes slipped closed and you inhaled unsteadily, fingers digging into his shoulders.

“One of my executives found out her husband was cheating on her and she completely lost it at work today.”

Kento stopped stroking your shoulder. “What?”

You nodded, keeping your face buried in his chest to avoid meeting his eyes. “He was a… a stay-at-home husband, too. She trusted him with the nanny and—and that woman knew her kids inside and out. I was so disgusted. I… I thought that—”

“You thought that I would do the same thing to you?”

Nanami wasn’t an idiot. It wasn’t hard for him to piece two and two together—for him to see what was truly haunting you.

A minute of hesitation passed, and then, he felt you nod again.

Nanami’s shoulders relaxed, and he tightened his grip on your tinier body. “I love you so much, Y/N. You know that, right? You’re the best part of my life. I’m so grateful you chose to marry me.”

His sincerity stopped you up short. You peeked from past your curtain of hair, finding him smiling gently at you.

Perching half of your body up, you folded your arms on his chest, looking deeply into his eyes for the absolute truth. “If you ever fall out of love with me, Kento, please tell me. I won’t put up a fight if you want to leave me. Just don’t sneak around behind my back with someone else.”

How serious you looked, and those words… those words you spouted completely broke his heart. Kento’s expression fell, and he shook his head fiercely.

“You don’t get it, do you?”

With barely any grace, he rolled you onto the bed, spreading your thighs around his waist. His hips drove against yours, cock sheathing in one fluid motion into your waiting pussy. The both of you cursed and cried out at the same time, heads thrown back and desire coursing freely in this bedroom.

Nanami’s pace was brutal yet loving, his cock trying to bully into you what he had been desperately trying to show for the past few years you’ve both been blissfully married.

He loves you—he would do anything to make you happy because your happiness was his own.

“Nghh—Sir,” you whined, holding onto his biceps for dear life, trying hard not to fall around his cock without his permission. “Oh—oh, Kento, more, more—please, don’t stop—!”

He wasn’t planning to. If he could make you believe with his actions, Kento would keep at it until you finally accepted what he’d been feeling for all these years.

He smudged endless kisses onto your cheeks, nose and lips, each time tasting your desperation a bit more.

“Sir, can I please touch myself?”

How sweet—you were waiting for his permission. In answer, Nanami plucked your hand from your side, placing it right in between your legs, implicitly telling you to pleasure yourself while he ruined your world.

The both of you were hanging right on a thread, and the very second he felt your walls starting to melt around him, Kento pulled you in for a deep kiss, one which felt like it could break every resolve in your body. You became putty for him, dissolving into the kiss and his arms.

You broke the second you felt his hot cum paint your walls, every fibre of your soul screaming out your husband’s name. “Kento,” you whimpered in between sloppy kisses, your bodies slippery with sweat. “Kento—”

Nanami caught you the second you sagged into his arms. With his ludicrous strength and yet, his gentleness, he easily rolled you against his chest, letting you catch your breath on top of him. His lips found your temple and hair, large palms methodically massaging your sore muscles. He gripped your ass, squeezing fondly and unhurriedly, content to enjoy this moment with you.

When you had finally stilled and your breathing returned to normal, Kento whispered: “I love you, darling. You know that, right?”

Even with your raging insecurities, you couldn’t deny how sincere and sweet he sounded.

“I love you, too, Kento.”

Seriously now, he added: “And I won’t ever cheat on you because you’d take my car away first.”

You grinned, knowing that Nanami Kento was a man of his word and would never back down from it without a fight.

a/n: mappa made him so damn fuckable in the last ep as reparations for what they’re gonna do to him next im so sick

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