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be my muse! ⋆˚✿˖°
at-home boudoir photoshoot with older!nanami (suggestive, based off this poll)
here you were, sat on the bed exactly how kento wanted you to be.
you rest on the insides of your thighs, knees flat and pointed outward on the sheets, hands poised demurely on the tops of your thighs— but your gaze still wandered along the subtle ripples of the bedsheets, daring not to look at him. behind that vintage leica m3 was your doting husband, and it was your idea to have this boudoir photoshoot together.
you even picked out your lingerie, choosing a classy black lace set and simple sheer black stockings he gifted you on your birthday!
regardless, it seems that a small sense of hesitancy and constraint has caught up to you.
“it’s still me, my love. there's no need to be shy.” nanami reassures after noticing your discomfort. his tone just as soft as the sunlight brushing your exposed skin.
you noted to yourself that this is the most concentrated you’ve ever seen him: glasses pushed up into his disheveled hair, a soft crease between his brows, paired with one eye closed as the other peers through the camera’s viewfinder.
“…i don’t know if this’ll look good, ken…” you murmur, nervously toying with the frilly lace choker wrapped around your neck. “are you sure about this lighting?” “yes, i’m very sure. you look radiant in natural light. perfect, love.” click! “but does the light even matter? the photos will come out in black and white anyway…” you reply dejectedly. “black and white leaves the possibility of choice, my love. color is merely but a distraction,” nanami declares profoundly behind the lens.
“in a way….it leaves more room for the imagination. and by that....well, that is what makes this erotic.”
click!
you were so over it.
when that didn’t comfort you, nanami let out a sigh, lowering the camera slightly to see you in color. “you can drop your shoulders slightly, sweetheart.” he chides, reaching down to card his fingers through your hair. “relax…there is need to pose for me. you’re already my muse.”
you could’ve sworn it was the sun rays heating your cheeks, but something about that loosened the tension in your brow, daring you to look up at him and into the camera’s aperture. you sat up straighter, chest pushed out a little more, with your head tilted just slightly.
“stay right there, love. do not move.”
a click of the shutter was followed by a proud smile.
and there it was, the decisive moment.
⋆˚✿˖°
a/n: can you tell i read some of henri cartier bressons essays 🙃 m.list! taglist! reqs!
be my muse! ⋆˚✿˖°
at-home boudoir photoshoot with older!nanami (suggestive, based off this poll)
here you were, sat on the bed exactly how kento wanted you to be.
you rest on the insides of your thighs, knees flat and pointed outward on the sheets, hands poised demurely on the tops of your thighs— but your gaze still wandered along the subtle ripples of the bedsheets, daring not to look at him. behind that vintage leica m3 was your doting husband, and it was your idea to have this boudoir photoshoot together.
you even picked out your lingerie, choosing a classy black lace set and simple sheer black stockings he gifted you on your birthday!
regardless, it seems that a small sense of hesitancy and constraint has caught up to you.
“it’s still me, my love. there's no need to be shy.” nanami reassures after noticing your discomfort. his tone just as soft as the sunlight brushing your exposed skin.
you noted to yourself that this is the most concentrated you’ve ever seen him: glasses pushed up into his disheveled hair, a soft crease between his brows, paired with one eye closed as the other peers through the camera’s viewfinder.
“…i don’t know if this’ll look good, ken…” you murmur, nervously toying with the frilly lace choker wrapped around your neck. “are you sure about this lighting?” “yes, i’m very sure. you look radiant in natural light. perfect, love.” click! “but does the light even matter? the photos will come out in black and white anyway…” you reply dejectedly. “black and white leaves the possibility of choice, my love. color is merely but a distraction,” nanami declares profoundly behind the lens.
“in a way….it leaves more room for the imagination. and by that....well, that is what makes this erotic.”
click!
you were so over it.
when that didn’t comfort you, nanami let out a sigh, lowering the camera slightly to see you in color. “you can drop your shoulders slightly, sweetheart.” he chides, reaching down to card his fingers through your hair. “relax…there is need to pose for me. you’re already my muse.”
you could’ve sworn it was the sun rays heating your cheeks, but something about that loosened the tension in your brow, daring you to look up at him and into the camera’s aperture. you sat up straighter, chest pushed out a little more, with your head tilted just slightly.
“stay right there, love. do not move.”
a click of the shutter was followed by a proud smile.
and there it was, the decisive moment.
⋆˚✿˖°
a/n: can you tell i read some of henri cartier bressons essays m.list! taglist! reqs!
choso cries when he puts it in! (sub top!chocho) ♡(˃͈ ˂͈ )
18+ mdni!
⋆⭒˚.⋆
“b-baby- haah- i— i just- hnngh!” choso whimpered out pathetically. his shaky, sweaty arms barely able to hold himself up as he hovered above you. he’s been like this for five minutes now, simply nudging and gently thrusting his tip against your sopping pussy and clit. “she’s just- ah- taunting me, angel...” his voice cracked in the cutest and most depraved way possible. “choso, baby….we haven’t even put it in yet…” you cooed with a hand stroking his cheek, a bit concerned now, given how flushed his cheeks were. choso leaned into your touch, glossy lips parted just enough for you to feel the humid air breathe against the palm of your hand. “i-i know. y’er- aah f-fuck! your pussy’s just so good to me…..too good, hnngh…”
luckily enough, you were just as depraved as him. you let him falter for far too long and you’re far too empty to be left like this, right? so, to his utter shock and surprise, you naughtily wrapped your legs around his waist, drawing him closer into you. choso mewled out. mewled. back even arched like a dirty little alley cat. his hands scrambled to grab onto something, anything: your biceps, your breasts, until they rested on your sides. a few seconds passed, choso still frozen above you. “baby…? everything okay….?” you asked, starting to spiral that you had accidentally gone too far. drip…drip…. a few rivulets of water trickled down your chest, cooling in comparison to the warmth of your skin.
your heart dropped, hands shooting up to push back some of his dangling sweat streaked hair. “ch-choso baby…?! what’s……wrong?” oh I see. your eyes were met with the most wretched, pitiful, and glossy doe eyes that were choso’s. thick and heavy tears were welled up along his waterline, eyeliner dripping down his cheeks and looking utterly wrecked by you; his religion. his lower lip quivered, barely able to get a breath in. “it hurts,” he whined. your eyes immediately widened, both hands cupping his cheeks. “it hurts how much I love you, angel- f-fuck!” you’ll never know what else he was going to say, as your legs tightened around him, forcing him to fully bottom out. it was your turn to whimper, having never felt this full and for his tip to fully kiss your cervix. “you’re so dramatic, baby…” you chided with a loving chuckle, hand running through his hair. choso simply dropped his head onto your chest in response, letting out a long drawn out whine.
it's safe to say, your boyfriend is completely done for.
⋆⭒˚.⋆
a/n: tysm for the love on this one 🥹 as always reblogs and comments are always appreciated! my inbox is open for reqs :))
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my baby: @meli555
be my muse! ⋆˚✿˖°
at-home boudoir photoshoot with older!nanami (suggestive, based off this poll)
here you were, sat on the bed exactly how kento wanted you to be.
you rest on the insides of your thighs, knees flat and pointed outward on the sheets, hands poised demurely on the tops of your thighs— but your gaze still wandered along the subtle ripples of the bedsheets, daring not to look at him. behind that vintage leica m3 was your doting husband, and it was your idea to have this boudoir photoshoot together.
you even picked out your lingerie, choosing a classy black lace set and simple sheer black stockings he gifted you on your birthday!
regardless, it seems that a small sense of hesitancy and constraint has caught up to you.
“it’s still me, my love. there's no need to be shy.” nanami reassures after noticing your discomfort. his tone just as soft as the sunlight brushing your exposed skin.
you noted to yourself that this is the most concentrated you’ve ever seen him: glasses pushed up into his disheveled hair, a soft crease between his brows, paired with one eye closed as the other peers through the camera’s viewfinder.
“…i don’t know if this’ll look good, ken…” you murmur, nervously toying with the frilly lace choker wrapped around your neck. “are you sure about this lighting?” “yes, i’m very sure. you look radiant in natural light. perfect, love.” click! “but does the light even matter? the photos will come out in black and white anyway…” you reply dejectedly. “black and white leaves the possibility of choice, my love. color is merely but a distraction,” nanami declares profoundly behind the lens.
“in a way….it leaves more room for the imagination. and by that....well, that is what makes this erotic.”
click!
you were so over it.
when that didn’t comfort you, nanami let out a sigh, lowering the camera slightly to see you in color. “you can drop your shoulders slightly, sweetheart.” he chides, reaching down to card his fingers through your hair. “relax…there is no need to pose for me. you’re already my muse.”
you could’ve sworn it was the sun rays heating your cheeks, but something about that loosened the tension in your brow, daring you to look up at him and into the camera’s aperture. you sat up straighter, chest pushed out a little more, with your head tilted just slightly.
“stay right there, love. do not move.”
a click of the shutter was followed by a proud smile.
and there it was, the decisive moment.
⋆˚✿˖°
a/n: can you tell i read some of henri cartier bressons essays 🙃 m.list! taglist! reqs!

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fucking around with trueform!sukuna’s belly mouth
true form!sukuna x (annoying) concubine!reader (crack)
.𖥔 ݁ ˖
your head dropped down to stare at his happy trail.
sukuna is fresh out of the hot springs from a lovely bath, hair dripping, with a towel wrapped around his hips. his muscular form is well on display for you, while you stand in front of him, very contemplative. hand on your chin and all. “what.” he deadpanned, one pair of his arms resting on his hips while the other was crossed in front of his chest.
he knows that there was some bullshit cooking up in that brain of yours….or at least what was left of it, he thought.
his belly mouth had its lips parted and panting from the prior steam. “...so would your hair down there be a beard or just a happy trail? wait- maybe not a beard per say, more like a goatee, right?” you crane your head back to stare up at him expectantly. the mouth on his stomach shut immediately. he blinked. sighed even. but you continued to ramble anyway. “you know….because you have that” you said like it was the most obvious thing ever, which it kind of was.
before you knew it, one of his four hands reached down, placed itself flat onto the top of your head and over your eyes to move you aside so he could step inside. “it looks good though! do keep it as it is, kuna.”
a tired, harassed groan could be heard from deep inside.
.
at home boudoir photoshoot with....?
choso
nanami
sukuna
toji
suguru
higuruma
shiu
taglist! m.list! reqs!
choso cries when he puts it in! (sub top!chocho) ♡(˃͈ ˂͈ )
18+ mdni!
⋆⭒˚.⋆
“b-baby- haah- i— i just- hnngh!” choso whimpered out pathetically. his shaky, sweaty arms barely able to hold himself up as he hovered above you. he’s been like this for five minutes now, simply nudging and gently thrusting his tip against your sopping pussy and clit. “she’s just- ah- taunting me, angel...” his voice cracked in the cutest and most depraved way possible. “choso, baby….we haven’t even put it in yet…” you cooed with a hand stroking his cheek, a bit concerned now, given how flushed his cheeks were. choso leaned into your touch, glossy lips parted just enough for you to feel the humid air breathe against the palm of your hand. “i-i know. y’er- aah f-fuck! your pussy’s just so good to me…..too good, hnngh…”
luckily enough, you were just as depraved as him. you let him falter for far too long and you’re far too empty to be left like this, right? so, to his utter shock and surprise, you naughtily wrapped your legs around his waist, drawing him closer into you. choso mewled out. mewled. back even arched like a dirty little alley cat. his hands scrambled to grab onto something, anything: your biceps, your breasts, until they rested on your sides. a few seconds passed, choso still frozen above you. “baby…? everything okay….?” you asked, starting to spiral that you had accidentally gone too far. drip…drip…. a few rivulets of water trickled down your chest, cooling in comparison to the warmth of your skin.
your heart dropped, hands shooting up to push back some of his dangling sweat streaked hair. “ch-choso baby…?! what’s……wrong?” oh I see. your eyes were met with the most wretched, pitiful, and glossy doe eyes that were choso’s. thick and heavy tears were welled up along his waterline, eyeliner dripping down his cheeks and looking utterly wrecked by you; his religion. his lower lip quivered, barely able to get a breath in. “it hurts,” he whined. your eyes immediately widened, both hands cupping his cheeks. “it hurts how much I love you, angel- f-fuck!” you’ll never know what else he was going to say, as your legs tightened around him, forcing him to fully bottom out. it was your turn to whimper, having never felt this full and for his tip to fully kiss your cervix. “you’re so dramatic, baby…” you chided with a loving chuckle, hand running through his hair. choso simply dropped his head onto your chest in response, letting out a long drawn out whine.
it's safe to say, your boyfriend is completely done for.
⋆⭒˚.⋆
a/n: tysm for the love on this one 🥹 as always reblogs and comments are always appreciated! my inbox is open for reqs :))
more
my baby: @meli555
at home boudoir photoshoot with....?
choso
nanami
sukuna
toji
suguru
higuruma
shiu
taglist! m.list! reqs!
fucking around with trueform!sukuna’s belly mouth
true form!sukuna x (annoying) concubine!reader (crack)
.𖥔 ݁ ˖
your head dropped down to stare at his happy trail.
sukuna is fresh out of the hot springs from a lovely bath, hair dripping, with a towel wrapped around his hips. his muscular form is well on display for you, while you stand in front of him, very contemplative. hand on your chin and all. “what.” he deadpanned, one pair of his arms resting on his hips while the other was crossed in front of his chest.
he knows that there was some bullshit cooking up in that brain of yours….or at least what was left of it, he thought.
his belly mouth had its lips parted and panting from the prior steam. “...so would your hair down there be a beard or just a happy trail? wait- maybe not a beard per say, more like a goatee, right?” you crane your head back to stare up at him expectantly. the mouth on his stomach shut immediately. he blinked. sighed even. but you continued to ramble anyway. “you know….because you have that” you said like it was the most obvious thing ever, which it kind of was.
before you knew it, one of his four hands reached down, placed itself flat onto the top of your head and over your eyes to move you aside so he could step inside. “it looks good though! do keep it as it is, kuna.”
a tired, harassed groan could be heard from deep inside.
.

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choso cries when he puts it in! (sub top!chocho) ♡(˃͈ ˂͈ )
18+ mdni!
⋆⭒˚.⋆
“b-baby- haah- i— i just- hnngh!” choso whimpered out pathetically. his shaky, sweaty arms barely able to hold himself up as he hovered above you. he’s been like this for five minutes now, simply nudging and gently thrusting his tip against your sopping pussy and clit. “she’s just- ah- taunting me, angel...” his voice cracked in the cutest and most depraved way possible. “choso, baby….we haven’t even put it in yet…” you cooed with a hand stroking his cheek, a bit concerned now, given how flushed his cheeks were. choso leaned into your touch, glossy lips parted just enough for you to feel the humid air breathe against the palm of your hand. “i-i know. y’er- aah f-fuck! your pussy’s just so good to me…..too good, hnngh…”
luckily enough, you were just as depraved as him. you let him falter for far too long and you’re far too empty to be left like this, right? so, to his utter shock and surprise, you naughtily wrapped your legs around his waist, drawing him closer into you. choso mewled out. mewled. back even arched like a dirty little alley cat. his hands scrambled to grab onto something, anything: your biceps, your breasts, until they rested on your sides. a few seconds passed, choso still frozen above you. “baby…? everything okay….?” you asked, starting to spiral that you had accidentally gone too far. drip…drip…. a few rivulets of water trickled down your chest, cooling in comparison to the warmth of your skin.
your heart dropped, hands shooting up to push back some of his dangling sweat streaked hair. “ch-choso baby…?! what’s……wrong?” oh I see. your eyes were met with the most wretched, pitiful, and glossy doe eyes that were choso’s. thick and heavy tears were welled up along his waterline, eyeliner dripping down his cheeks and looking utterly wrecked by you; his religion. his lower lip quivered, barely able to get a breath in. “it hurts,” he whined. your eyes immediately widened, both hands cupping his cheeks. “it hurts how much I love you, angel- f-fuck!” you’ll never know what else he was going to say, as your legs tightened around him, forcing him to fully bottom out. it was your turn to whimper, having never felt this full and for his tip to fully kiss your cervix. “you’re so dramatic, baby…” you chided with a loving chuckle, hand running through his hair. choso simply dropped his head onto your chest in response, letting out a long drawn out whine.
it's safe to say, your boyfriend is completely done for.
⋆⭒˚.⋆
a/n: tysm for the love on this one 🥹 as always reblogs and comments are always appreciated! my inbox is open for reqs :))
more
my baby: @meli555
fucking around with trueform!sukuna’s belly mouth
true form!sukuna x (annoying) concubine!reader (crack)
.𖥔 ݁ ˖
your head dropped down to stare at his happy trail.
sukuna is fresh out of the hot springs from a lovely bath, hair dripping, with a towel wrapped around his hips. his muscular form is well on display for you, while you stand in front of him, very contemplative. hand on your chin and all. “what.” he deadpanned, one pair of his arms resting on his hips while the other was crossed in front of his chest.
he knows that there was some bullshit cooking up in that brain of yours….or at least what was left of it, he thought.
his belly mouth had its lips parted and panting from the prior steam. “...so would your hair down there be a beard or just a happy trail? wait- maybe not a beard per say, more like a goatee, right?” you crane your head back to stare up at him expectantly. the mouth on his stomach shut immediately. he blinked. sighed even. but you continued to ramble anyway. “you know….because you have that” you said like it was the most obvious thing ever, which it kind of was.
before you knew it, one of his four hands reached down, placed itself flat onto the top of your head and over your eyes to move you aside so he could step inside. “it looks good though! do keep it as it is, kuna.”
a tired, harassed groan could be heard from deep inside.
.
choso cries when he puts it in! (sub top!chocho) ♡(˃͈ ˂͈ )
18+ mdni!
⋆⭒˚.⋆
“b-baby- haah- i— i just- hnngh!” choso whimpered out pathetically. his shaky, sweaty arms barely able to hold himself up as he hovered above you. he’s been like this for five minutes now, simply nudging and gently thrusting his tip against your sopping pussy and clit. “she’s just- ah- taunting me, angel...” his voice cracked in the cutest and most depraved way possible. “choso, baby….we haven’t even put it in yet…” you cooed with a hand stroking his cheek, a bit concerned now, given how flushed his cheeks were. choso leaned into your touch, glossy lips parted just enough for you to feel the humid air breathe against the palm of your hand. “i-i know. y’er- aah f-fuck! your pussy’s just so good to me…..too good, hnngh…”
luckily enough, you were just as depraved as him. you let him falter for far too long and you’re far too empty to be left like this, right? so, to his utter shock and surprise, you naughtily wrapped your legs around his waist, drawing him closer into you. choso mewled out. mewled. back even arched like a dirty little alley cat. his hands scrambled to grab onto something, anything: your biceps, your breasts, until they rested on your sides. A few seconds passed, choso still frozen above you. “baby…? everything okay….?” you asked, starting to spiral that you had accidentally gone too far. drip…drip…. a few rivulets of water trickled down your chest, cooling in comparison to the warmth of your skin.
your heart dropped, hands shooting up to push back some of his dangling sweat streaked hair. “ch-choso baby…?! what’s……wrong?” oh I see. your eyes were met with the most wretched, pitiful, and glossy doe eyes that were choso’s. thick and heavy tears were welled up along his waterline, eyeliner dripping down his cheeks and looking utterly wrecked by you; his religion. his lower lip quivered, barely able to get a breath in. “it hurts,” he whined. your eyes immediately widened, both hands cupping his cheeks. “it hurts how much I love you, angel- f-fuck!” you’ll never know what else he was going to say, as your legs tightened around him, forcing him to fully bottom out. it was your turn to whimper, having never felt this full and for his tip to fully kiss your cervix. “you’re so dramatic, baby…” you chided with a loving chuckle, hand running through his hair. choso simply dropped his head onto your chest in response, letting out a long drawn out whine.
it's safe to say, your boyfriend is completely done for.
⋆⭒˚.⋆
my baby: @meli555
choso cries when he puts it in! (sub top!chocho) ♡(˃͈ ˂͈ )
18+ mdni!
⋆⭒˚.⋆
“b-baby- haah- i— i just- hnngh!” choso whimpered out pathetically. his shaky, sweaty arms barely able to hold himself up as he hovered above you. he’s been like this for five minutes now, simply nudging and gently thrusting his tip against your sopping pussy and clit. “she’s just- ah- taunting me, angel...” his voice cracked in the cutest and most depraved way possible. “choso, baby….we haven’t even put it in yet…” you cooed with a hand stroking his cheek, a bit concerned now, given how flushed his cheeks were. choso leaned into your touch, glossy lips parted just enough for you to feel the humid air breathe against the palm of your hand. “i-i know. y’er- aah f-fuck! your pussy’s just so good to me…..too good, hnngh…”
luckily enough, you were just as depraved as him. you let him falter for far too long and you’re far too empty to be left like this, right? so, to his utter shock and surprise, you naughtily wrapped your legs around his waist, drawing him closer into you. choso mewled out. mewled. back even arched like a dirty little alley cat. his hands scrambled to grab onto something, anything: your biceps, your breasts, until they rested on your sides. a few seconds passed, choso still frozen above you. “baby…? everything okay….?” you asked, starting to spiral that you had accidentally gone too far. drip…drip…. a few rivulets of water trickled down your chest, cooling in comparison to the warmth of your skin.
your heart dropped, hands shooting up to push back some of his dangling sweat streaked hair. “ch-choso baby…?! what’s……wrong?” oh I see. your eyes were met with the most wretched, pitiful, and glossy doe eyes that were choso’s. thick and heavy tears were welled up along his waterline, eyeliner dripping down his cheeks and looking utterly wrecked by you; his religion. his lower lip quivered, barely able to get a breath in. “it hurts,” he whined. your eyes immediately widened, both hands cupping his cheeks. “it hurts how much I love you, angel- f-fuck!” you’ll never know what else he was going to say, as your legs tightened around him, forcing him to fully bottom out. it was your turn to whimper, having never felt this full and for his tip to fully kiss your cervix. “you’re so dramatic, baby…” you chided with a loving chuckle, hand running through his hair. choso simply dropped his head onto your chest in response, letting out a long drawn out whine.
it's safe to say, your boyfriend is completely done for.
⋆⭒˚.⋆
a/n: tysm for the love on this one 🥹 as always reblogs and comments are always appreciated! my inbox is open for reqs :))
more
my baby: @meli555
𓂃✍︎ 18+ mdni · pussy so good, sukuna taps in
Loving Yūji comes with a package deal you don't necessarily know how to deal with. Granted, you've loved him first before this whole ordeal even happened — it still is a matter of when and never an if, per se, when it comes to his special situation.
"So tight, baby," Yūji says between sucking his breath. He's not quite sure whether to ram and go at a harsher pace or let you adjust to his girth first. His control is being tested too much right now. "Even after all that."
You moan his name in praise before you lock your legs around his waist and pull yourself closer to him, effectively shutting him up from keeping things slow. You've always wanted things rougher, something that Yūji loves about you (but even then, he still wishes to take his time).
"Oh s-shit, baby!" Yūji would've let his eyes roll back if he wasn't focused on keeping his entire weight off of you. "F-Fuck!"
"H-Harder, Yūji," you beg him, "please."
Yūji doesn't need to be told twice. He grabs hold of your thighs roughly and pounds into you like an animal in heat. You arch your back further for more, and he gives in.
"So good, baby," Yūji drools, "so, so good. Oh my — fuck!"
Just as you are coming down with your first orgasm, another voice pierces through the solidity of the air and breaks it easily as if he had done this countless times before.
"Enchain."
Suddenly you are flipped on your hands and knees. Your hair has been forcibly fisted and yanked until your head is pulled back enough to see your lover covered in tattoos, and a vitriol laugh teases your ears.
"Y-Yū —"
"Brat's not here," Sukuna's voice deeply rumbles against your skin.
This is the first time he's ever made his presence known to you. You've heard stories of how Sukuna would pop on Yūji's cheek or his hands whenever he's got something to say (especially towards your sensei and Megumi), but not once has he ever manifested and break through Yūji's control — and right in the middle of fucking, too.
"Heh," he yanks you further until you can see his eyes gazing heatedly at yours, "pussy so good, my own vessel lost control. Let's see if you do live up to that expectation."
Then he slams your head against the pillow and fucks you senseless. It's wrong . . . to even feel how fucking good it is to be brutally pounded.
Yet, here you are in the mercy of a sadistic curse, cackling like a bastard that he is.
Sukuna had you spread out for him, as he continues to ram his cock up inside of you. One of his hands kneads your ass mockingly before he slaps each cheek hard.
Your teeth bite into the soft fabric of the pillow, muffling your screams lest you want Megumi to hear you from the other side of the room. At this point, Sukuna slapping you might've really been a dead giveaway.
"Y-Yūji —"
"My name, brat —"
"—Y-Yūji, Y-Yū—"
"— I said my name." He slaps your sloppily wet clit.
You arch your back unknowingly to the sensation, and before you could have thought twice about it, your body yields and your mouth muddles the name, "S-Sukuna!"
"Good." He mutters darkly, "Good girl."
He fondles your breasts next. Then his tongue laps to the outline of your spine and back up to your neck, where he marks you. His canines have sunk into your skin so deeply, he can taste your blood, and that further fuels him into a mess of moans and praise as if he's drunk on an aphrodisiac.
"Again." He orders you. "My name. Only."
"Sukuna," you say. "Sukuna! Sukuna! Sukuna! F-Fuck, I —"
"That's it."
The first of your orgasms comes to you like a torrent. It's harsh and unforgiving, much like how Sukuna doesn't even stop fucking you even as you try your best to squirm away.
When you feel that he's finally slowed down, when his hands have released the hold against your body, and you allow yourself to breathe a little better, there's a sudden shift between you and the King of Curses. You realize that it's because you've been flipped back and your legs are locked around his waist again.
"S-Sukuna?"
"No," Yūji breathlessly says. He leans his face closer until his lips brush yours. "I-It's me, baby. It's me. I'm sorry. I-I lost control. Are you hurt?"
You shake your head with a smile. "N-No, I'm fine. I'm more than fine."
"Yeah?" Yūji perks up. You notice that his cock has hardened once more and he's repositioning himself to your abused cunt.
"Yeah, baby." You laugh dumbly. "That was . . . quite exhilarating."
Yūji bumps his nose against yours. The heat in his eyes is visible, but it is nowhere near as intense as the other pair you were forced to look at prior.
"That was hot," Yūji admits. "Watching you . . . like that."
"It was," you breathe out.
When you peer below Yūji's eyes, you swear you've seen the glints of red and black squinting back at you as if to tell you that he's heard about your little honesty.
Well, it really can't be helped sometimes. After all, loving Yūji does come with a deal.
"Are you tired?" Yūji brushes your hair tenderly.
You shake your head. "Not at all, baby."
"Let me fuck you next, then."
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toji's so pussywhipped he wants to marry you! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)
18+ mdni! based on this req
✶⋆.˚
what’s gotten into him? i mean, it’s been hours and he can’t seem to pull out away.
“c’mon princess, keep those eyes open for me.” he groaned above you, rutting into you with smooth, long, and languid strokes.
you’d never heard him so desperate before, and right now, I don’t think you could even process that.
it’s been hours, a blur of positions, and countless creampies. right now, he’s got you on your side with your thigh wrapping around the front of his waist. god, could he even be any deeper?
yes. yes he can.
“‘ji...ngh…i can’t anymore..hic! t-too s-sensitive now…” you practically pawed at him, leg flailing briefly before his veiny, deft hand wrapped around the meat of your thigh. flawlessly, toji hoists your leg further up to rest on his shoulder, his wide tip kissing your womb over and over.
“aww, but pussy’s telling me otherwise, princess. she wants it deeper ’n harder, right? right, princess?” he mocked, his tone pitched up to a teasing lilt, while briefly speaking to your throbbing and gushy pussy. he stared down at you with a shit-eating grin plastered across his scarred lip as he purposely leaned down closer to you, to angle to hips better. he groans like a bitch and you can’t get enough.
toji's so pussywhipped he wants to marry you! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)
18+ mdni! based on this req
✶⋆.˚
what’s gotten into him? i mean, it’s been hours and he can’t seem to pull out away.
“c’mon princess, keep those eyes open for me.” he groaned above you, rutting into you with smooth, long, and languid strokes.
you’d never heard him so desperate before, and right now, I don’t think you could even process that.
it’s been hours, a blur of positions, and countless creampies. right now, he’s got you on your side with your thigh wrapping around the front of his waist. god, could he even be any deeper?
yes. yes he can.
“‘ji...ngh…i can’t anymore..hic! t-too s-sensitive now…” you practically pawed at him, leg flailing briefly before his veiny, deft hand wrapped around the meat of your thigh. flawlessly, toji hoists your leg further up to rest on his shoulder, his wide tip kissing your womb over and over.
“aww, but pussy’s telling me otherwise, princess. she wants it deeper ’n harder, right? right, princess?” he mocked, his tone pitched up to a teasing lilt, while briefly speaking to your throbbing and gushy pussy. he stared down at you with a shit-eating grin plastered across his scarred lip as he purposely leaned down closer to you, to angle to hips better. he groans like a bitch and you can’t get enough.