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"Something on your mind, pretty?" He called out, turning his phone off, giving you his full attention.

"Uh," You turned around startled, quickly coming up with an excuse as to why you were checking yourself out in the mirror. He raised an eyebrow at your hesitation.

Might as well just come out with it.

"I don't like my body.."

Silence.

"Kuna-"

"You don't like what?" He stood up from the bed, approaching you with that menacing body of his. You gulped, staying in place.

"I don't really like my body.. It's too flat."

Sukuna squeezed at your thigh in warning. "That's bullshit. Who told you that, huh?"

You couldn't help but roll his eyes. Anyone with vision would be able to tell that you weren't as gifted as others.

"Don't do that shit." He frowned. "You saying it like it's a bad thing to be little."

He forcefully led you to the bedroom, pushing you down on the bed making you gasp.

His roughed up hand tugged your shirt upwards, letting your chest be exposed to the cold air. Your nipples hardened under his gaze. He let out a hum of approval, staring at you in awe before leaning down to kiss the perky tits.

"Love my girls.. how could you not, huh?" He grumbled. "Nothing to be ashamed about. Fuck, you look so sexy."

Your fingers tangled themselves in his hair, whining at the way he was marking your chest up.

"Oh!" You jolted up when he playfully bit at a nipple. "Babe!"

He was biting you like a starved man. His hands shifted to palm at your ass, squeezing and spanking.

Without another word, he pulled back to rip off your shorts, turning you over to your stomach. He stuffed your cunt immediately with that monster cock of his.

Sukuna moaned loudly at the sudden warmth welcoming him.

"Kuna ngh!" You closed your eyes shut when he fucked into you quick. "Too fast!"

"Not fast enough. God, you're beautiful." He kept a hand on your waist, the other still on your ass.

His eyes were set on the slight bounce they did at every thrust. He was enamored.

You almost came at the feeling of him twitching inside of you, he was dragging his cock straight into your g-spot.

"Don't ever.. fuck- shit don't squeeze me like that, can barely fit in you as it is. Don't ever degrade yourself hah.." Sukuna licked his lips, now going faster than before. "Only I'm allowed to be mean to ya."

Your whines became muffled when he shoved your face into the mattress. "Take it, baby." He coo'ed.

He was becoming sloppier.

"Gonna fuck this pussy till those nasty thoughts are out of your head."

How could he ever complain about you being petite when his body practically overtook yours? You barely reached his biceps and your head was the size of said biceps.

You sobbed, cumming all over his cock. But he didn't stop, he did make a promise after all.

HIROMI HIGURUMA - nose riding

"Come on, sweetheart. Promise it'll be okay."

Your husband has been constantly trying to get you to sit on his face. Every time you refused because you were afraid you'd suffocate him.

"Hiro what if you can't breathe?"

"Always the same question.." He grumbled, slowly dragging you over his body until you were hovering over his face. "Just sit down. I'll make you feel good, and you'll make me feel good."

"You did say you liked my nose, hm? Go on, sit on it."

The memory was all too clear. It was the early stages of your relationship when you complimented his nose one night you were drunk out of your mind.

"You know what Doja Cat said?" You giggled, bumping his shoulder with yours. "Big noses are the best because you can ride 'em."

You cringed at the flashback.

"Please.." He begged, spreading your folds with his tongue, feeling your thighs begin to quivers in his hands.

You held yourself up by the head frame, moaning at the wet sensation. Higuruma groaned at your sweet taste. "Tastes so good, doll." He pushed you all the way down until you were fully sitting on him.

Your pussy was drooling when his nose bumped against your clit.

His tongue was mean on you, lapping at your juices hungrily. "Fuck.." You could faintly hear from below you. He began moving you up and down his face, encouraging you to grind.

You whimpered softly, moving your hips in circular motions. "I c-can't.."

"You can." He gave one long lick, placing you directly on his nose till it was practically inside you. You screamed out his name, feeling your whole body begin to shake.

Your slick was all over his plump lips, not that he was complaining. In this position, Higuruma was able to fully take in your scent.

With your mouth ajar, sweet sounds fell out. Your hips didn't stop, riding him until you were releasing yourself on him.

He slurped loudly, squeezing your thighs hard enough to leave marks behind. "Good girl."

You tried lifting yourself up only to get slammed back down.

"Uh-uh, we aren't done yet."

His hand reached down to his briefs, pulling them down enough to have his cock bounce out.

"Turn around baby," He ordered. "Gonna eat you out while you jerk me off."

You did as he said, earning a small praise from him.

The coldness of your wedding ring on his shaft made him moan. With both hands on your ass, Higuruma dragged his nose from one hole to another, sniffing harshly.

You tapped his tip on your tongue, tasting the small pearl of pre-cum. Closing your eyes, you took in what you could.

KENTO NANAMI - brat taming

Nanami was a patient man.

That's what he told himself every time you acted up. He'd take a deep breath every time you put on that attitude of yours. But with the overflow of work he's been having lately, he expects to come home to his sweet girl being understanding. Not bratty.

"Kennnn." You whined, tugging at his arm. He was still dressed in his work attire, head tipped back on the couch in hopes of relaxing. "You promised we'd go today." What you were referring to was the mall. And you were correct, he did promise to take you to get the brand new Victorias secret valentines set they had just released.

But his head was killing him with one headache to the other.

"Darling, please, I'm exhausted. We can go on Saturday instead. Let me rest, okay?"

You frowned, pouting with those soft lips of yours.

"But on Saturday the set will be gone!" You argued. "I've been wanting it for so long! Please Ken!"

Your constant whining finally caused him to snap. Before you could complain again, he threw you over his knee, bunching your skirt up with one hand while the other lifted in the air, striking right on your cheek.

"Ken!" You whined, trying to get out of his hold. But of course he overpowered you.

"Always whining like a damn kid." Nanami murmured, landing another spank. Your ass was now turning a soft shade of pink, one that matched your panties.

Hot tears streamed down your cheeks. "You're being mean!" You mewled.

He landed three strikes at once, watching as your legs lifted at each one.

"Told you I'd take you Saturday, but you're as bratty as ever. Can't take a second to think how tired I am. Been working my ass off to have you living like you are."

Your eyes snapped open, sniffling at the harsh reality.

"M'sorry! M'sorry!"

"Yeah, I know you are darling. I know you are." he relished in the broken sobs you let out, entranced at the new marks forming on your butt.

He palms your ass, rubbing it to soothe out the stinging pain.

"Let it all out, such a pretty crybaby."

You tried pulling yourself up only to be slammed back down on the couch.

"Take your punishment."

His hand grabbed a fistful of your hair, tugging you up to create an almost painful arch.

"How many more do you deserve?" HIs voice remained calm despite the situation. "Ten? Go on, count to ten for me."

And even though he was pretty vocal about his dislike for your brattiness, part of him got off to the idea of him being the only one to set you back on track.

CHOSO KAMO - dry humping

He was practically on the verge of tears.

"I'll be good! I promise, please it'll be quick!"

"Baby, we're in public."

The music was too loud and bodies would occasionally bump into you. Dragging your boyfriend to a party wasn't the best idea, not when he was whiny and horny.

The poor boy was quivering from how much he needed you.

His hips moved to slightly rub his clothed bulge against you, allowing you to feel how bad the situation was. How could he not get hard when you were wearing the dress he bought for you. It was purple, his favorite.

It was adorning every area just right.

"Please." He groans into your ear, dragging his cock on the plush of your ass. "Let's head upstairs.."

His hair was loose, tickling you when he placed his head on your shoulder panting like a dog in heat.

You felt his hands grab onto your hips, swaying them side to side to disguise his current actions as just dancing.

"Choso.." You gritted out. If people saw, you'll never hear the end of it.

He could feel his dick jump at your stern voice. "Yes, fuck, talk to me like that again."

"You're disgusting."

He moaned.

What a fucking weirdo.

His teeth sank into your neck, becoming more frantic with his humping. If it wasn't for how full the place was, you would have been caught. "This feels soooo nice."

You allowed yourself to let out a small grunt when his lips crashed on yours.

"Fuck." He licked your bottom lip. "Think I'm gonna cum." His thrusts became harsher, rubbing into you sloppier.

You wouldn't even dare call him disgusting when he has shown you how desperate he could get for you to go as far as nutting in his pants.

Without a word, you reached behind you to squeeze his bulge, feeling it twitch before it got damp.

Choso hid his face in your neck, whimpering shyly.

"Thank you.. but can we please head upstairs now?"

SATORU GOJO - aphrodisiacs

"You got the wrong chocolates, Satoru." You lifted the box of sweet tears in your hand, pointing at the red label that clearly stated they were 'sex chocolate bars'

He shrugged, pulling his shirt over his head.

"Have you noticed it's been getting warmer lately? You think Winter season is finally over?"

"Don't you dare change the subject. You got these on purpose!" You threw the box at him.

Satoru gasped dramatically, pacing a hand on his chest. "How cold you ever accuse me of committing such things!"

He grinned, grabbing onto your wrist to pull you over to him on the bed. You straddled him, legs on each side of him.

"You're lying."

"Am I?" He brought the chocolate up to his face, reading it one more time. "Can't let them go to waste."

His veins were clearly evident when he slipped his cock into your entrance, stretching you out. You whimpered, body feeling way too hot and sensitive.

"What is in those things?!" Your voice quivered, arching after he bottomed out.

"Uhhh... maca root, cinammon-"

"Oh my god!" You interrupted him, scratching at his shoulders when he rutted into you, already forming a stomach bulge.

Satoru was sweating more than usual, grunting at your expressions.

"Yeah, baby? Can you feel all of me?"

He was sloppy with it, not being able to fully think straight with how his mind was clouded.

His dick slid all the way out until it was just the tip, teasing you. "Please.." You begged, slapping a hand over your mouth when he slammed right back in causing the bed to shake.

"Hand me over another chocolate."

You did as he said, giving it to him with shaky hands. He took it out the wrapper, popping it into his mouth not stopping his movements.

Satoru pounded relentlessly, bringing his face closer to yours, sliding the candy into your mouth.

"Think my dick can taste your cunt now." He let out a breathy laugh. Was he getting bigger inside of you? Was that even possible?

Your pussy was making sounds of her own, squelching loudly.

"Toru!" You squealed when he wrapped a hand on your throat, fucking you like he hated you.

Everything felt like too much.

"We ain't stopping."

TOJI FUSHIGURO- breeding

You saw the way he looked at you.

Like a predator eyeing his prey, measuring it before consuming it.

"What's with that look?" You finally asked, sweeping the floor in the living room while he sat on the couch, beer in hand.

"Just thinkin'.." He purred.

You raised your brows. "Didn't know you were capable of that."

Toji scoffed, lips twitching in a grin. The thought has been consuming him, you with your belly round, leading to a little one running around the house.

"Want to have a baby." He admitted.

You paused, stopping your cleaning. "A baby?" Toji nodded, taking a sip from his drink, placing it on the coffee table with a small thud. "You'd look so pretty, fuck, you'd be glowing."

You backed away when he stood up, muscles twitching under his shirt.

"Please?"

He wasn't asking.

Sobs tore through your throat when he thrusted in. The fat of your ass was gripped by his hands. "Gonna fuck so many babies into ya, you won't mind right?" His breath was hot against your skin, every grunt going straight into your ear.

His body was a heavy weight pinning you down in place, and you were eating it up.

"Ji'! You're too big!"

His hand grabbed your chin, tilting your head back to force his lips on yours. "I know. You're taking it so well. Gotta get this pussy stretched." It was clear he was struggling to hold himself back.

How could he when your cum was spilling out of you like a fountain.

His lips skimmed along your jawline, pumping a few more times before releasing his seed.

"Turn around, we gotta go again to make sure you get pregnant."

SUGURU GETO - humiliation

Fucking while he was on the phone wasn't anything new to you.

The kiss was sloppy, strangled moans falling from him. He pulled back slightly, leaving you with drool sneaking out your plum lips.

"Yeah, I'm listening." He said into the phone, shifting it so it was on the bed instead, putting it on speaker mode.

"Alright. We'll need to order the papers by tonight so they'd arrive first thing tomorrow morning." His coworker explained.

"Right."

Wrapping his arms around your waist, you brought yourself closer to him. The kiss became more heated as he bit down on your bottom lip, tugging you so you could feel the way his cock was jumping up and down in his pants.

"How many copies should I order?"

Suguru hummed, pulling away from you.

"Twenty should be enough."

"Sugu.." You whispered.

He shushed you, shoving you on your back, trying you over to angle you how he wanted. He pressed his boner right on your ass, dry humping you into oblivion.

"Okay. Is everything alright with you? You sound out of breath?" The voice on the other end called out.

Suguru's hands slid down your legs, pulling down the panties as he did.

"I'm fine. Just did a workout session and I'm still catching my breath, y'know?"

You tried to get a word out but you were silenced when he slid the reddened tip in.

"Quiet darling." He whispered.

His chest was heaving at every inch he pumped into you, reaching up to bunch your blouse in his hands.

You couldn't hold in your moans any longer, allowing a little whine to slip out.

Your husband chuckled, looking over at his phone.

The other man cleared his throat. "I'll leave you to it then. Goodnight Mr. Geto."

You bit your bottom lip to muffle the embarrassing whimpers that were wanting to come out, resting your head on the pillow that soon became covered in drool.

"See you tomorrow."

Suguru smirked. "Couldn't keep quiet?"

You shook your head. "Hngh- sugu!" You screamed his name at the sensation of his cock slamming into your womb.

He came soon after you did, watching the missed releases come out when he pulled his cock out.

"Maybe next time he'll stick longer on the call."

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you would usually run down the staircase greeting him with plethora of kisses around his face, but he was met with silence “strange — saw her car in the garage.” he mumbled to himself as he loosened his tie and rolling up his sleeves. he heads up the stairs to the shared bedroom, knocking on the door before entering. seeing you at your large vanity he built for you, just in his large black t-shirt, and lace panties. pink scarf wrapped around your sew in. before he could sneak up on you and scare you like he usually does, he hears sniffling and a pile of tissues.

“hey hey hey princess , what’s wrong?” you turn around with tissues clawed between your freshly done french tips, tear stained lashes and cheeks, lord he could break down with you.

“oh sweets, c’mere, sit down with me.” he said, sitting on the edge of the king sized bed, patting his thigh. you weakly get up, blowing your nose, walking over to him sitting on his lap. his large hands finding home at your hips and thighs. caressing your soft skin,

“g’mme some baby — then tell me what happened.” you sniffled before giving nanami a soft peck on the lips, he snuck in another as you pulled away making you giggle.

“there’s that beautiful smile.” he complimented before giving you another kiss.

“now, tell me why my pretty girl was crying earlier?” he asked placing his hand over yours.

you take a deep staggered breath before speaking,

“you know that new coworker i needa train for a few weeks i told you about?”

“mhm, what happened?”

“so, i was in the break room getting me and her a coffee, and i-i overheard some coworkers.” you pause, feeling your throat start to tighten, and tears start to well up in your eyes.

“take your time, no rush.” he reassured, caressing your hands. you nodded your head, wiping your tears quickly before continuing your story.

“ i overheard some coworkers saying that i was doing a shitty job of training her, and that im failing her on purpose. but my boss says i’m doing great. i-i just don’t understand why they would say such rude stuff about me.” you explained trying not to tear up again, holding nanami’s hand tighter.

nanami nods his head, kissing the back of your ear. you turn your head away from him to avoid him looking at your tear stained face.

“look at me princess.” you turn your head to look at your boyfriend, his hazel eyes filled with sympathy and wanting nothing but to help.

“ i know you care deeply for the people around you, and if you know you’re doing a good job, you’re doing a good job. i remember all the stories you tell of your trainee learning new things and applying them around your workplace. you’re doing great baby, you don’t need to change anything.” he reassured, wiping the incoming tears.

he kissed your cheek before kissing your neck, than your shoulder before speaking again.

“shouldn’t care about others people’s opinions but yourself baby. it can be hard, yes, but it’ll make life ten times easier, i promise.” he held your hand snd lifting it to his lips, giving a peck on the gold heart studded promise ring. you smile sniffing in reassurance.

“thank you nana’ love you so so much.” you grab his face pecking kisses all around making the let out a chuckle. it continues until he catches your lips, his hands moving from your thigh to your neck, deepening the kiss.

softly pushing you back on the plush of the comforter, his body towering over yours. his larger hand hooking under your thigh, leading it up to rest on his broad shoulder, the same with the other. his lips moved down to your cheek, to behind your ear where a cursive letter ‘𝒩 ’ rests.

“o-oh ken!” you whimpered as you felt his lips kiss that specific spot, also feeling that stupid smirk.

“shh, let your ken take care of you. lets get these of — c’mon.” he moved his hand down your thigh at a teasing pace, his finger playing with the hem of your panties, moving it down to move your panties to the side. your essence connects your wet pussy to your panties.

his tongue gives slow circles to your sensitive bud. you gasp, subconsciously close your leg around his head. nanami chuckles, using his strong hands to pull your legs apart, diving in again. your freshly pedicured hands digging into his blonde locks, stomach caving in and legs twitching as he started to slurp your everything. incoherent moans and whimpers fall from your lips as he continued to devour you, a smile formed on his lips when you announced you were about to cum.

“mmmng! nana! m’cummingg!” you whimpered, the heels of your feet started to dig into his upper back.

nanami didn’t respond, he simply gave your thigh a smack and continued his eating. he felt your thighs tighten up against his neck. the knot in your stomach snaps, thighs now trembling and squirting all over his face and chin.

“did so good for me baby.” he wipes his chin looking up at you. you’re heaving, trying to catch your breath. you let out a small laugh covering your mouth as you do so.

“now, lets get you cleaned up. and then, you can show me the wishlist you’ve been making.”

fin

You shook your head, your throat tight. “It’s stupid. I don’t even know how to explain it.” Your words tumbled out in broken fragments, lowering yourself on the futon, pressing both palms over the swell of your belly as the the weight may anchor you. The tears welled up again before you could stop them. “I just… miss you. Even when you’re right here, I feel far away. I can’t hold you properly anymore. I can’t press close, or hug you tightly, or-” Your voice broke, and you hid your face in your hands. “It feels like my belly’s in the way. Like there’s a wall between us.”

Your words tumbled over each other, uneven and raw, more emotion than explanation. It made no sense, even to you, but the ache in your chest was real and unbearable.

For a moment, there was only the sound of your uneven breathing. Then the futon dipped as Giyuu knelt beside you. His hands found your wrists, gentle but insistent, lowering your hands away from your face. His expression was calm, always, but his eyes held you firmly.

“You haven’t lost me,” he said simply. “You’re not far. You’re right here.”

You sniffled, trying to explain more, but your words became jumbled. All that came out was, “it just feels like I’m missing out on you, even though I’m not.”

He didn’t argue, didn’t tell you to calm down. Instead, he adjusted the blankets and shifted down onto the futon with you. With deliberate care, he maneuvered his body so yours could rest diagonally across him- your side angled, upper body pressed close against his chest, while your belly and lower body extended outward with space for the twins. One arm slid beneath your head as a pillow, the other wrapped securely across your shoulders, pulling you against him.

“Like this,” he murmured against your hair. “Is this close enough?”

You breathed out slowly, the tension unraveling in your chest taps you melted into him. His scent surrounded you. “Mhm,” you hummed, eyes fluttering shut. For the first time in a while, you felt close to him.

He rested his chin gently against your crown, his breathing slow. His thumb stroked along your upper arm in small patterns to remind you he was there even in silence. Minutes passed in peace.

“Are you comfortable?” He asked after a while, voice low, as to not break the calm.

A drowsy smile tugged at your lips. “Yes.”

You snuggled deeper against him, savoring the warmth of his chest, the weight of his arm, the calmness your mind became.

But then a sharp, familiar pressure made your eyes fly open. You groaned breaking the stillness. “…I have to pee.”

He exhaled through his nose, the corner of his mouth twitching upward. Amusement flickered in his eyes as he tightened his hold on you for a heartbeat longer, before he shifted, helping you up with steady hands. He would walk with you through every trip, every tear, every moment of discomfort.

The mountain air was cool, crisp in your breaths as you trekked up the path home. You should have found it refreshing, but every step on the narrow path sent a sharp pain running down your lower back and through your leg. Sciatica- that cursed electric pain- made even walking a punishment.

You paused, once again, gripping the wooden railing, your breath catching as you tried to mask a wince. But Gyomei, even without sight, tilted his head toward you immediately, his prayer beads clicked softly in his massive hands.

“You’re hurting again,” he said, his voice gentle. “Let me carry you.”

You shook your head stubbornly, “No, I’ll feel like a child if you do that.”

He fell silent for a moment, then shifted, thinking. “Then perhaps an herbal pack. I can prepare one now. Willow bark eases nerve pain-”

“It won’t last,” you muttered, trying to keep walking.

“Then a warm compress,” he tried again, his deep voice thoughtful. “I’ll press it to your back as you sit. It might loosen the ache.”

Your hand tightened on the railing. “It doesn’t work.”

“Then rest,” he said quietly, worry lacing the calm of his tone. “Sit with me a while. You should not be straining.”

Your temper snapped, the words spilling before you could catch them. “I’ve been resting all day!” Your voice rang out across the vacant mountainside, cracking with frustration. You froze at the sound, breath shallow, but Gyomei remained still, his expression untroubled. The restraint in him made your irritation spill over further.

“All of it- it doesn’t matter,” you choked out, your words unraveling. “the herbs, the heat, the resting. They only work for a little while, if at all. And then I’m right back to this.” Your voice cracked, sciatica burning down your leg again as if to prove the point. “I’m always uncomfortable. Always irritable. And I hate it!”

Tears blurred your vision and you bit your lip hard, shoulders shaking, humiliated by the outburst.

Gyomei bowed his head, his beads sliding steadily through his palms before he stepped forward, no doubt saying a prayer in his head. His voice was low, warm, unshaken. “You are right. I cannot fix this. I cannot take the pain from you.” His massive hand came to rest on your shoulder as tears streamed down his cheeks. “But I can share it. I can stand in it with you.”

His words made your throat close tight. You looked up and the sight in front of you was enough to make you crumble forward, burying yourself into his broad torso. The sobs broke free, sounding frustrated, raw, and heavy. “I’m sorry!” you cried into him, gripping at him with desperate fingers. “I feel everything tenfold and I can’t contain it! I feel crazy, and it- it just keeps spilling out...”

You clutched harder, looking up at him through your wet lashes. “Do you… do you still love me?”

Gyomei lowered his head, his forehead brushing against the crown of yours, his voice reverberating. “Of course.”

You hiccuped, shame growing in your gut. “Will you forgive me?”

“Of course.” He said again, without hesitation. His embrace tightened, arms encircling you letting his warmth calm your trembling frame.

A beat passes before you finally pulled back, a sharp hiss escaped as another stab of pain shot down your leg. You grabbed his forearms for balance, grimacing. “Ow. Damn it-“

Gyomei’s hand steadied you immediately. You let out a shaky laugh, half embarrassed, half weary. “…I’ll take you up on those offers. The herbal pack, the warm compress… all of it.”

He tilted his head, the faintest smile curving his lips.

“And… if you could carry me too,” you whispered sheepishly, avoiding his face.

Without hesitation, his arms slid beneath you, lifting you as though you weighed nothing at all. The ache in your back eased the moment your weight left your legs, and you slumped against his chest, relief almost dizzying.

“You are never a burden,” he murmured, voice low. “Not to me.”

Dinner was quiet but comfortable at first. The three of you knelt at the low table, bowls of rice steaming in front of you, the fragrance of the soup curling in the air, and grilled fish still sizzling from the pan. Your hunger was sharper than you realized. You ate quickly, savoring each bite, then reached for another serving, and another, until your bowl sat empty before you.

Kyojuro’s amber eyes lit with pride. “You’re eating more than I do! Splendid!” He declared, grinning wide and unfiltered.

Across from you, Senjuro stiffened. His chopsticks froze halfway to his lips, eyes darting nervously between you and his brother. Even at this age, he could see how words that were meant to praise might wound instead.

Meanwhile, your own body froze. Slowly, you glanced down at your thighs spreading under the folds of your yukata, the way the fabric stretched across your hips, the roundness of your belly pressing against the sash, the puffiness of your cheeks. All at once, the food in your mouth turned heavy. You chewed slowly, mechanically, and set your chopsticks down.

Senjuro panicked. “A-anue!” He blurted, “I-I think you eat just enough! Not too much! Only what’s healthy!” He waved his hands, cheeks pink with desperation. “You don’t look big at all!”

His attempt shattered you. Your throat closed tight, tears welling until you couldn’t swallow. A sob broke free as you whispered, “I-I do look big!” and covered your face with both hands.

Kyojuro’s heart lurched. In an instant, he was at your side kneeling close. His hands cupped your tear-streaked cheeks, thumbs brushing the wetness away with more tenderness than his normal voice.

“My love,” he murmured, gaze burning steady into yours, “I am sorry. My words were careless. Forgive me.”

You hiccupped through your tears, shoulders trembling. “You don’t understand- I feel heavier every day. Clumsier. Ugly. And now even you two-

“No.” Kyojuro’s cut in firmly, shaking his head, his eyes never wavering. “Do you remember when you first became pregnant? How you could barely eat? How pale you became? How weak and thin? Every day I feared for you.” His hand pressed gently to your cheek, grounding you. “To see you eat now, heartily and without fear, is a blessing. Because it means you’re strong and healthy. Our child is strong, it fills me with joy.”

Your tears slow down. “Do you still find me pretty?” You asked in a small, fragile voice.

Kyojuro’s face softened, and he leaned closer, the conviction in his voice leaving no room for doubt. “More beautiful than ever. Every curve and every change is proof of your strength. I adore you.”

You let out a shaky laugh through your tears, shoulders slumping as the weight in your chest eased. Senjuro, cheeks red with guilt, ducked his head. “Forgive me too, aneue. I only wished to help.”

You sniffed and reached a hand towards him, brushing his hair back gently. “You did nothing wrong.”

Kyojuro smiled at the sight the reached for your bowl, breaking a piece of fish and holding it up to your lips. “Come,” he said with a grin. “Let me feed you. Let me serve the most radiant woman I know.”

You cracked into a smile as you leaned forward, letting him feed you, his eyes glowed brighter than any lantern. “Tasty?”

You hummed happily as you chewed. "Mhm!"

(Kyojuro come homeeeee 😭)

The futon ruffled beneath you as you shifted again, trying to find relief. No matter how you turned, your belly dragged heavy, the baby inside rolling, kicking, pressing against your ribs which were already sore. Sleep dangled just out of reach, and when your eyes finally stung with frustrated tears, you curled a fist into the blanket.

“Why won’t you stop moving?” You whispered hoarsely into the dark. “Please just let me rest.” Your voice cracked, and the tears spilled hot down your cheeks. you muffled the sound into your sleeve, ashamed and exhausted.

The rustle beside you told you Obanai was awake. He turned toward you, pale in the moonlight, his mismatched eyes catching on the wet streaks down your face. His own chest tightened, and though he rarely showed softness, he sat up and pressed a hand carefully over the swell of your stomach. The baby kicked in answer, sharp and insistent.

“Enough,” Obanai said flatly as if scolding a young slayer. His thumb brushed along your skin in warning. “Stop tormenting your mother.”

The baby didn’t listen of course. Another roll, another kick, and more tears welled in your eyes. You gave a broken laugh. “he won’t stop… he doesn’t care.”

Obanai’s gaze flicked to your trembling mouth, to the bags under your eyes, then back down to where his palm spread protectively across your belly. He leaned closer, lowering his voice into a softer tone you often hear when he shows tenderness. “Then I’ll stay awake with you. If he won’t let you rest, he won’t let me rest either.”

You blinked at him, startled. “You’d do that?”

“I already am.” His lips curved into the faintest smile as he settled behind you against the wall, tugging you carefully so your back pressed against his chest. "We'll be uncomfortable together. If you cry, I'll threaten him. He moves and I'll scold him. That's fair enough, right?" He offers with a kiss to the crown of your head.

You chuckled, leaning into him as you wiped your cheek. "No..." you whined softly, "I won't let you be mean to him." you teased but meant it to an extent.

He smiled into your hair, murmuring small stories, bits of nonsense, really. His hand stayed firm on your stomach, a silent scold for your son.

The baby's kicks slowed, and though true rest never came, you felt steadier lying there with Obanai's warmth at your back with his voice in your ear. Safe enough to close your eyes, if only for a little while.

You sat slumped on the futon, tears streaming down your cheeks as you clutched your belly. The weight of it, the lateness of it, pressed like lead on your chest.

"He's late," you sobbed, voice raw. "He should have been born last week..."

Tengen knelt in front of you, hair loose around his shoulders, the jeweled band glinting faintly over his eye in the dim glow. His grin was softer than his usual flash, though his voice still carried that confident flow.

"Hey," he said, lifting your chin with two fingers. "Do you really think my flamboyant son would arrive quietly on schedule?"

A broken laugh slipped through your sob. "That's not funny."

"It is," he countered easily, though his grin softened as his thumb brushed the wetness from your cheeks. "He's just making an entrance. Like his father."

Your breath hitched, another sob catching in your throat. "I feel heavier every day. I can't breathe. I -I strain my back just to walk or I'll topple over. It hurts so much..." Your voice cracked as your covered your face. "And it's all your fault!"

For a heartbeat, the room stilled. It pained him to see you breaking down, and though he could joke- he didn't. Not this time. Instead, he gently pulled your hands from your face, leaning down until his gaze filled your blurry vision.

"You've carried him this far," he said, voice quieter that you'd ever heard it. "He knows how strong his mother is. He knows how loved he is. And I..." he pressed his forehead briefly to yours. "I am so proud of you."

Your tears fell harder, hot against your cheeks.

"When the time comes," he whispered, arms wrapping fully around you, broad hand rubbing your back in steady circles, "I'll be right here. We all will. You'll never be alone in this."

You trembled against him, finally letting yourself fall into his chest. For once, there was not teasing, no flourish, no dramatic flair. Just Tengen's warmth and the steady beat of his heart beneath your cheek.

Until his hand traveled lower.

"You know what else can help get the baby out?"

You sat on the engawa, clutching a sandal that refused to slide over your swollen foot. Your hair stuck damply to your temples, sweat beginning to form, and the harder you pulled at the straps, the deeper they pinched into the puffy skin of your ankle. The sandal slipped from your hands and clattered to the wooden floor.

"Damn it! I can't even put on my own sandals!" you burst out, shoving it aside with a choked sob.

Sanemi froze in the doorway, watching the sandal bounce in front of him. He faces demons with their dirty blood dripping from his hair, but the sight of your tears made his chest lock. For a moment, he only stood there. Then, without a word, he crossed the floor and knelt in front of you.

His scarred hands cradled your swollen foot with a gentleness you didn't expect. His thumb brushed across the plush tender skin, pausing over the angry dents left behind from your socks.

"They hurt?" he asked gruffly, voice low, as if speaking louder might break you.

You sniffled and nodded, trying to cover your feet. "They hurt to stand on. My socks don't fit- look, they leave marks. My feet look like... like sausages!" The words cracked apart as your throat burned, and you pressed your hands over your ankles as though hiding them might erase the shame.

Sanemi's jaw flexed. He didn't argue, didn't scoff. Instead, he lifted your foot into his palm as if it were glass and began to rub the arch with his thumb. At first the pressure was clumsy and rough, but slowly it softened into steady, soothing circles. Warmth spread up your leg, the ache easing just enough that your shoulders relaxed.

"You don't need to wear those sandals," he muttered, sliding his own pair across the wood to you. "Use mine."

You blinked down at them- his worm leather, much too big, much too masculine. He lifted your foot to slide them on.

"They won't fit!" Your feet are much too bigger than-"

They fit.

Not by length, but by width, slipping over your swollen skin with ease. The sight of them on your feet made your chest tighten all over again, tears rushing back as your voice cracked. "Great. I look like a man."

Sanemi deadpanned. He looked at your swollen belly, then up at your voluminous hair, and down to your glowing skin. He shook his head, his voice steady and low. "You look like my woman." His hand remained wrapped around your ankle, firm and grounding. He lifted his gaze to yours, purple eyes serious but soft. "And if you don't want to walk, I'll carry you. Wherever you need to go."

The words hit deeper than you expected- probably from the seriousness in tone. Your breath shuddered out, tears softening into something else. Relief. And when his thumb brushed over the arch of your other foot, you let yourself lean back, letting him bear the weight.

---

Not a single one of his pocket pussy’s could compare to this- the warm, wet tightness of your cunt.

He never would have thought his fantasies would come true like this- finding a cute lil’ thing to use as his personal cum dump over and over and over. Yet here you were- currently riding the fuck out of him and fucking what was possibly the fourth load of cum deep into your pulsating hole.

It’s like you’ve gone deep within his browser history found each one of his favorite kinks.

Facefucking? You’re on your knees and swallowing his cock before he can even get the question fully out.

Spit play? The amount of times he’s spit on your face while you’ve taken his dick down your throat is way too many times to count.

Bondage? He’s left you tied up with a vibrator edging you for hours while he worked on something in another room and you take it so well- begging him so prettily when he finally comes to use you.

Any position he wants you’re manipulating yourself into eagerly take his cock. He knew pretty early on you did not just have a high libido. You were a nymphomaniac.

For all intensive purposes you were free use to him. And you loved it. He loved it.

There was even times when your sex drive seemed to be higher than his. You’d come crawling to him just to fish his flaccid cock out of his sweatpants and keep him in your mouth, slowly sucking him until he’s rock hard. The best part? You’d just look up at him with those pretty eyes and whine about how you just wanted to taste him and the musk that’s built over the day.

There was one time you caught him jerking off to porn. And it wasn’t even a ‘oh I’m watching it on my phone and let me shove it under my pillow’ type of moment. Oh no, ever the freak Nam-Gyu was, with his shameless, raw, depravity, you walked in on him with the porn casted to the living room TV, sprawled out with no possible way of covering what he was doing up.

You didn’t get mad. You didn’t even get flustered.

You strutted your way across the living room and dropped to the floor in front of him. Wasting no time to swat his hand away from his own cock, wrapping your lips around the flushed tip. And you let him continue watching the porn, sucking him off so eagerly.

That even led to him casting the porn to the TV while he fucks you- manipulating you into whatever position the actress on the screen is in.

“Yeahhh, jus’ like that…seeee she thought it felt good….” He’s nodding his head to the sides gesturing to the TV and the porn actress who was getting fucked from behind. “I just knew you’d like it…you just love anything I give you don’t you fucking whore?”

Sobbing into the pillow of the couch, you can feel Nam-Gyu’s foot press you into the cushion even more.

This wasn’t any regular doggy style, oh noooo. When Nam-Gyu found that one video of the actress that looks so much like you getting fucked from behind with a foot pressing her head into the pillow- he had to re-create it with you. It’s such a debauched position, reducing you to a mess underneath him.

When you moan like those pornstars he watched until he beat his dick raw or whine on and on about how big his dick is? Nam-Gyu’s cock is throbbing inside you and painting your insides white in no time.

Oh!!! And who could forget the time you first asked him to cum in you?!

It was maybe the first two weeks of you two officially dating. You can’t wait long!! You need to feel it!

Pressed together in a mess of limbs and sweat, he’s stretching your pussy so wide it’s giving you that addicting dull ache in between your legs that you know no one else could ever replicate.

He’s so close, he can feel his balls tighten and his cock twitch inside your gummy walls. He can’t cum in you though- that would freak you out right!? It’s only been two weeks. The fact yall have been fucking like rabbits aside- he has always finished in your mouth or on you somewhere.

As much as he’s dreamt about it- woken up hard dreaming of his cum leaking out your puffy cunt- it’s too soon to do that…right?! He can just jerk off to the thought of it when you’re in the shower or something!!

Little did he know, you were just as insatiable as he was- as much as he’s a pervert through and through, a porn addict damn near (the amount of hardened tissues in the trash can next to his desk is obscene)- you’re just as depraved.

You crave him. All of him. It’s a deep, primal desire to just be filled and to please him.

“F-fuck, You’re so wettt…” Nam-Gyu is hissing, rocking his hips into you, splitting you open, while his thumb circles your clit in mind numbing circles. “Prettiest fuckin’ pussy too- Mmpfh fuuckk- I’m gonna cum.”

His words are trails of never ending depravity that make your pussy weep. You can feel the way his thrusts grow sloppier and more erratic. The silence in the room is completely destroyed by the sounds of your moans and squelches of your cunt around his cock.

“S-shitttt.” Nam-Gyu can feel his balls pull taut and he’s trying to pull his hips back to cum all over your stomach but he can’t. Not when you’re wrapping your legs around him and crossing your ankles, forcing him balls deep back into your pussy with an obscene wet sound.

“I-inside! W-want it inside!”

Nam-Gyu can hardly make out your words not when he’s granted the heavenly feeling of cumming deep within your pussy. Painting your walls white with his cock pressed tightly against your womb.

The second you feel the thick, vicious ropes fill you, you’re cumming hard- back bowing off the bed and nails raking down his back.

He pulls out slowly with a sickening wet pop- getting ready to watch the view that he’s only seen on porn and craved for so long- your swollen pussy gaped from his cock and leaking his cum.

When he sees it, thick trails falling out of your pussy and down the valley of your ass, his cock is already hard again. He needs to do it again.

Nam-Gyu is relentless, using you like the fleshlights he’s had hidden under his bed.

Speaking of fleshlights! That’s a whole other story!

Nam-Gyu figured when beginning to date you that you couldn’t find any of his silicone sex toys. They’re all models of hyper realistic pussies- one of them even the full torso ones, thick thighs and tits to match the fake cunt. He had to hide them.

And he thought he did a decent job.

Almost like a sniffer dog, you’re finding them within week three of your relationship. You knew he had to have something! You needed to see if your intuition was right- was he an absolute depraved freak like you had hoped?

It didn’t take long for you to get your question answered- the out of place bright red storage box under his bed was like a blaring signal for you to check it out.

When he was in the shower you were in his room, getting changed. Nothing new here!! It’s when you walk over to the bedside table to pick up your charging phone that something throws you off. You’re kicking the edge of something, nearly falling face first into the floor.

When you catch yourself and look back to see the corner of the box peeking out of the bed- you’re dropping to your knees and pulling out from under the bed.

You can’t believe your eyes, the second you rip open the lid you’re met with multiple silicone sex toys. Random strokers with various ridges, multiple pocket pussies each with their own uniqueness.

And the best one?! It’s one of those sex dolls, just a torso and tits with a bit of thighs.

Your mind is running rampant with images of your new boyfriend hunched over and thrusting into the sex dolls wishing it was a real cunt gripping him. You’re getting a perfect idea.

When Nam-Gyu walks out of the bathroom and sees you suddenly rid of your pajamas and cradling the sex toy between your legs- fingers playing with the silicone dolls pussy- he nearly has a heart attack.

“You weren’t…supposed to find it..” he mumbles, still worried you’re going to be mad even as he watches you mess with the doll that he’s cum in more times than he can count.

“Why not?” You muse, a wicked grin spread across your lips. You’re moving the doll, sliding it to the edge of the bed and positioning yourself behind it. Spreading your legs, you give Nam-Gyu a nice show of your sopping cunt.

You fucking liked this. You can see the outline of his cock, resting on his thigh under the towel on his waist and twitching.

“Wanna watch you use it.”

It’s comical the way his cock stands up straight so fast. Parting the towel and sticking out, already swollen and red. This had to be a dream. This was literally one of his favorite fantasies come to life.

So of course he did exactly what you said. Wetting his cock with the lube stashed in his nightstand, he’s fucking into the toy while you touch yourself right in front of him.

He’s still unsure- thrusts not as rough as usual as if he thinks you’d be mad at him for enjoying what you offered to do. His hands are awkwardly fisting the sheets- if he gropes at the bouncing silicone tits while you’re watching that’d be weird right?! You’d think he’s weird!

“That’s not how you use it…c’mon now, don’t be shy. Show me how you really use her.”

Your words alone could make him blow his load into the doll then and there. His hands are unfurling from the comforter and flying to the soft silicone of the doll.

One hand on the waist the other groping at the obscenely large tits that jiggle with every thrust. Nam-Gyu is speeding up, each thrust makes the doll let out a lewd, wet squelch- the flexible plastic stretching to fit his cock.

Nam-Gyu falls more into it, the view of you pumping your fingers into your cunt in perfect rhythm with his thrusts is making his cock harder, twitching inside the walls of the doll.

You look so pretty fucking yourself on your own fingers- hips rocking down for more friction and eyebrows upturned in the cutest expression. Your gaze is focused on how he fucks the sex doll tongue lolled out like you’re searching for something to lick on.

When you surge forward, leaning over the doll and putting your face right where he’s fucking into the fake pussy- he’s confused. But, you don’t give him much time to try and think about what you’re going to do until you’re spitting down onto the pussy of the doll and his cock. Your spit being used as lube and fucked into the doll.

You don’t stop there, you’re sticking your tongue out and licking. Like you’re simultaneously eating the sex doll out and licking along his shaft.

Yeah, he didn’t last long after that- he’s rapidly pulling out of the doll and painting your face with probably his largest load ever.

Needless to say, you were his perfect match.

So when you two found yourselves in the situation you were in- sat on top of him on your bed and Nam-Gyu about to dump another load in your abused pussy- you were already thinking about what position you wanted him to fuck you in next.

“Y-you’re such a fuckin slut.” Nose scrunched and teeth barred, Nam-Gyu’s eyes are locked on where your pussy swallows the entirety of his cock. Every pummeling thrust up into your pussy has milky white globs of his cum from the last rounds seeping out your entrance.

The pet name is only serving to make you more cockdrunk, you’re nodding and slamming your hips down onto him, “Mhmmmm~ your slut.”

“You’re just the perfect little fuck toy- all f’me, perfect fuckin’ pussy.” It’s mumbled, syllables mixed together. He’s thinking of all the times he’s fisted his cock to a porno that was just like this.

“Mmm- fuck- need more- wan-want you to fill me up!”

He’s scoffing, chest heaving. Never in his life did he think he’d find someone who’d have a sex drive higher than him, “You’re so f-filthy. Jus’ letting me use you as a cumdump..”

A ringed hand is traveling up your side, groping at your tits that bounce in his face with any little movement you make, “Nam-Gyuuuu~ pleaseeee.” You’re dragging out his name and you’re begging so sweetly. It’s literally like you walked out of his favorite porno and into his lap.

“Yeah? Need me to cum in this tight fucking cunt? You want it so bad, don’t you?” He’s cooing out mockingly, fingers pinching your nipples between his fingers as you keep moving up and down.

In his mind all he can think about is how you sound just like all the porn actresses he dreamed of while fucking his fist back before he met you. Times like these he’s certain he’s stuck in a life long trip and you aren’t even real. You’re fucking perfect for him it almost scares him.

You’re crying out and nodding, mouth dropped open wide as the fat cockhead of his dick assaults your g-spot every time you drop your hips down.

“Keep ridin’ me, jus’ like that- fucking shit- you’re riding my cock so fuckin’ good.”

Hair matted to his forehead with, eyes narrowed and bottom lip caught between his teeth, he’s thrusting up into you ready to cum deep inside you for what felt like the 5th time of the night.

Leaning forward, hands bracing themselves on his chest and your back arching so pretty- your hips work him crazily, pussy greedily swallowing every inch of his thick cock. Your ass is slamming down onto his thighs and jiggling in a way that has Nam-Gyu so fucking dizzy.

Hands slide from your waist to your ass, hands gripping handfuls of the fat, supple flesh. It’s hard enough that you’re positive you’ll have bruises in the morning. He’s using his grip as leverage to impale you harder down onto his length, your gummy walls stretching obscenely wide to accommodate every bit he gives you.

“W-where’d you learn how to ride cock like this, hm?” He’s huffing out, lifting his head off the pillow to pull you into a sloppy kiss. It’s all tongue and teeth- needy and depraved.

Pulling away, he’s captured your bottom lip in his teeth and tugging before releasing, “You just spend h-hours fucking yourself on your glittery dildo, huh?”

You’re sobbing out his name and nodding, “Fuckkkk you’re so deep.” It’s like you’re fucked too stupid to even realize what he’s saying to you. You don’t even realize that he’s mentioned the dildo that you’re almost positive has stayed hidden in your underwear drawer.

“Yeahhhh I am…” he’s hissing, pistoning his hips up into you, “And you fucking love it- perfect fucking cunt…”

He can’t believe that he gets to ramble off filthy shit he’s only heard in porn with you taking it so eagerly. Every bit of his dirty praise or debauched degradation has you creaming more around his cock and saying something that makes his balls tighten with that whiny voice of yours.

“F-fuck yessss I do, Nam-Gyu pleaseeee~”

You’re not even sure what you’re begging for at this point- you’re already fucked so full of his cum that it’s squishing out of you with every thrust and adding to the mess that’s on his pelvis.

And when his feet plant on the bed to fuck up into you violently, his pelvis grinding against your throbbing clit with every movement…your orgasm hits you violently.

You’re seizing up, curling over him and screaming out a broken sob of his name. Your cunt clamps down on him so hard it’s ripping a low growl out of his throat and he’s tumbling into his 5th orgasm of the night right after you.

Nam-Gyu, ever so greedy, doesn’t let up. He’s violently fucking your through it and prolonging your orgasm- making you gush around him. That’s what ends him, truly, watching your pussy weep around his cock, forcing even more of his cum out of your twitching hole.

He’s cumming buckets deep inside you. You can feel every thick, viscous rope pump you full and coat your gummy walls once more.

You both lay there for a while, out of breath and sweaty. His hands lazily trace up and down your back.

Breathless, Nam-Gyu is trying to regain vision. He didn’t even think it was possible to cum that hard.

He thinks both of your are satiated- you e both had your fill.

You on the other hand…not so much. You’re twitching, beginning to pull off of him.

His cock plops! Out of your cunt and hits his stomach with wet slap. Covered in your cream and his own cum, Nam-Gyu is letting out a low whistle. It’s when he sees more thick globs of his load drop out of you and back onto his cock that he’s gripping your hips hard and letting out an over-sensitive hiss.

“Look at that…..” you hum, watching how his softening cock twitches and reacts to the warm white drops.

“Fuck…it’s so much.” He’s responding. Nam-Gyu thinks you’re gonna flop back down onto the bed next to him and catch your breath before you go clean yourself up but you don’t.

You’re sliding down his body and lickinf a fat stripe up the underside of his cock, collecting the mixture that coats the pulsing length.

Hips jerking up into your face he’s gripping your hair and ripping you up off of him, “E-Easy, ‘m sensitive.” He’s choking out.

You’re shaking your head in his hand and giggling so sweetly, “I think you can take it. You can give me one more.” Your lips are wrapping around his cock head and his whole body convulses.

“I- fuccckkk-“ He wants to tell you to wait- he’s so sensitive he can feel it in every single one of his nerves. But the way you’re sucking his softening cock further into your mouth and lapping greedily at the sinful mixture you two created- his cock is swelling in your mouth and he’s ready to go one (three) more times.

To put it simply, Nam-Gyu is obsessed.

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