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taking satoru's dick for the first time in theory and in practice are two very different extremes. sure you'd felt him from grinding, from holding the weight of him in your palm under the sheets while you two were supposed to be 'watching a movie'. it felt doable for the most part—taking him.
you've heeded all his thinly veiled warnings long enough and tonight of all nights wasn't one where you two could exactly stop at just heavy petting. you'd even laughed at it beforehand, assured him that you could take him for the millionth time.
if you could slap your past self, you would. because now you're barely 2 minutes into him being inside of you. back spread on soft sheets, practically folded in half under satoru. legs slung over his shoulders, panting, practically vibrating from the effort of trying to get used to the sheer size of him.
"fuck—you gotta stop—" his fingers press harder into the undersides of your thighs where he has you held, hips rocking incrementally to get you adjusted to what he's given already. not even halfway in and you're already all noisy. "breathe for me, pretty? so I can give you the rest."
“t-the rest? ” you gasp, voice going embarrassingly high. it feels like he's been pushing in for ages now and now he's telling you that there's more? “that’s not all of it? are you sure?"
"i'm sure, trust me. just a little more." a bit more than a little, but you'd cross that bridge eventually. he presses a kiss to your knee—soft, lingering like he’s trying to ground both you and himself. "you said you could take it."
"i say a lot of things when I'm horny. you know—oh fuck—that!" you snap, voice breaking on the last word. "you're too big. this is all your fault, satoru."
"my fault?" he manages a huff despite the strain in his voice, brows knitted like he's the one struggling here. to be fair, he sort of is. "you said, and I quote—" his hips ease forward by an infinitesimal amount, just enough to have the bulb of him swabbing against your soft insides. it's enough for your jaw to go slack, toes curling near his ears. "—'please just fuck me already'. and to 'stop treating you like glass'." so here he is, not treating you like glass. not holding out on you. large hands press your thighs and knees closer to your chest, his body angled downward to drive into you with short, gentle thrusts.
"I don't even sound like that." you're clawing blindly at the bedding, airy sounds punching out of you like he's owed them.
"mhm. just breathe." he murmurs, voice rumbling low against your skin as he nudges deeper with the next roll of his hips—a slow, steady push, feeding you yet another inch. one hand leaves your thighs to slide up to your stomach, pressing in like he's trying to feel for himself there. "yeah...that's it, let me in.." the same hand settles just above where you're taking him to thumb at your arousal slick clit, your own darting to out the grab at his wrist. to no avail of course, since his thumb just keeps on moving in circle after circle.
“tell me if you need me to stop, yeah?” he whispers, hips tilting just a little deeper. new slick from his teasing helps, sliding deeper with ease. “that's right...all the way. you're doing so well."
it's soft, so sweet and encouraging that you're reaching a hand out to bring him closer to you by the back of his neck. "m'good, 'toru. you're fine."
you can't help but wonder how much more he has left to give, what kind of monstrous beast he's been hiding under his briefs. curiosity gets the better of you, eyes dropping to where you've yet to fully connect.
and boy, do you regret it almost instantly.
it's near obscene. inches of him glistening and buried, folds parted against his girth. even with how long he's been easing in (or how long it feels at least), there's still a gap. his gaze follows yours, nosing gently at your ankle, hand squeezing your thigh. "you okay?"
the glisten of his flesh, the taut flex of his abdomen like he's holding back...no, you're not okay in the slightest.
you can feel your core flutter involuntarily at the sight and god, he feels it too.
“oh fuck,” satoru's voice breaks, forehead tipping down to rest against your forehead. “baby, please don’t do that. i'll...this really won't last long.”
"oops, sorry. sorry."
the bits of soft pink that aren't inside inch in-in-in with every second that passing. it's barely anything left to give, yet, he's being so careful. too careful."
"holy fuck, just do—shit!"
you're arching clean off the bed with the way he suddenly, finally hilts himself inside. bare behind flush to his hips, groomed hairs at his base grazing against your skin.
he’s silent for a moment, breathing slow, forehead still dampened and pressed down against yours. "..okay, I have bad news."
you're a little drunk on him, just lucid enough to manage a small hm, nails scraping through the damp hair at his nape.
"there's...there's a high chance that I'll cum if I move."
even in your state, laughter breaks out of you, the heavy man above you flushing a soft pink from the highs of his cheeks up to his ears. murmuring something about it 'not being that funny' and him 'embarrassing himself here'.
"stay still then." you finally breathe when your laughter dies down just enough, smile all gentle up at him, lips brushing against the sharp point of his nose. "we'll just stay like this all night." the pain had properly eased into a dull, barely there ache at that point—more pleasure than any other feeling. with how he'd taken his time, it'd been almost inevitable.
"can't just not move," he replies through gritted teeth, hips shifting just a hair. enough for you both to feel the heavy drag, the way your walls clench instinctively. "god—I can't not move when you feel like that."
it's endearing in a way, very much flattering. your grin only widens, head lifting to angle your mouth against his with a firm kiss. "i'm close too if that makes you feel any better."
words meant to help only make him whine, throbbing inside you, hips beginning to rock slowly. "you are?"
"mhmm. very close." you let out a strangled sound when his hips angle just right and it's enough for him to give up on pacing himself. his weight crushes your thighs against your chest, pace building. "so just keep moving. please."
the sounds leaving you are a mix of 'ahh's' and calls of his name, all broken, all sending his hips into you a little faster. they stutter as he fucks into you with less and less finesse, 0 rhyme or rhythm just the need to see you cum for him like this. hips slapping against the back of your thighs, paced breaths dually filling the room. "you feel so good. taking me so well." and when his thumb finds your clit again with those same, easy circles? you're a goner. "gonna cum--gonna- oh my god, keep doing that—" he finds that spot from before over and over again like there's a target stuck to it, leaky tip wedging itself right where you need it, pleasure mounting far too quickly. you're crying out at this point, hips angling up into his thrusts. so full it hurts in that perfect, dizzying way.
“fuck, you're gonna make me—”
“shut up and cum,” you choke out. “do it inside. pleaseplease—”
his entire body jolts, pace faltering. you feel him twitch deep inside you before it hits, his hips driving in and out hard—once, twice, and then he’s moaning into your mouth as he spills. he drags you down with him, pressure in your abdomen bursting, unfurling outwards with your release—his name still falling from your lips. helpless sounds that only spur the continued movement of his hips to draw out the pleasure.
you're both shaking, sucking in breaths of air greedily for moments after that. you're still folded like a pretzel, still crushed against his weight. "...that one doesn't count."
"agreed."
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should I make another middle mouth fic?
yesss!! pt 2!!
no!! one and done!
if yes feel free to share ideas for it
you’re obsessed with gojo’s beauty marks — even the ones on his dick.
one thing you loved about gojo was the multiple beauty marks he had all around his body. you first noticed them when you went out to the arcade together. having just joined jujutsu tech, principal yaga encouraged you to go out with the other students. you asked satoru, the boy you crushed on the second you were introduced to each other.
if he wanted to hang out after seeing that no one else was available. your heart leaped when he accepted almost immediately.
“i haven’t gone to the fair in forever!” he beamed, smile stretched across his pretty face. “cmon, i’ll play all those basketball tossing games and win you whatever you want.”
when you both walked side to side with several stuffed animals, joking about the bumper cars and how he was a terrible driver, you saw the mole right under his eye. your eyes soon fell down to the one on his right cheek, then one on his plump lips. ever since then, you’ve made it your goal to try and find each one.
you invited him over to the pool on a scorching hot day, feeling your breath hitch when he took off his shirt to jump in. “you not gonna jump in?” he asked, already prepping himself for a dive. but you were too mesmerized to answer back.
water splashed everywhere when his body fell into the pool, landing on you as well. “satoru!!” you called out, wiping your face with you hands in slight annoyance. he laughed at your reaction, pearly whites shining underneath the sun. there were more beauty marks on his chest, and when he turned around, his back was practically littered with them.
“sorry princess, had to get you wet somehow, right?”
your face burned. in what way did he mean that?
he slid onto the floor next to you, kicking his feet in the water. “you look good in that bikini.” he coo’ed.
“thank you..” you squeaked, forcing yourself to look away. it was quiet for a bit until a wave of confidence washed over you. your hand hesitantly reached out to touch the dots on his arm. satoru looked down at you, confused as to what was happening.
“what’s this, hm?”
“i really like your beauty marks..” you mumbled, tracing each one that traveled down his arm. “yeah? i’ve got some on my ass too.” satoru smiled before you playfully slapped him. “i’m kidding, mostly.”
his hand tugged down his swim shorts just a bit to reveal one on his lower waist, right on that delicious v line. your finger brushed against it, making his breath hitch. “what do you mean mostly?”
“i mean they’re not on my ass.. but y’know.”
yeah, you definitely knew. that’s why you both were inside in the living room, deep throating your best friend after he had shown you the beauty mark on his tip. “fuckkk..” satoru threw his head back, opening his eyes to watch the way you bobbed yours up and down. “that’s it, suck harder baby.”
you don’t know how it never came to you that he might’ve had some on his dick as well. but you were glad you got to see them either way. your toes were curled, preventing yourself from gagging excessively. not like it did much when he was packing an 8 inch cock that could kill someone.
your whimpers sent vibrations through him, making him arch on the couch. “gonna cum..” he warned, but your eyes were fixated on all the pretty marks on his body. he was like the sky decorated in stars and you were just a stargazer.
“been wanting ya for months.. think i haven’t seen ya staring at me like im a piece of meat? huh?” he slapped your cheek playfully, dropping the hand to squeeze your throat. “got a beauty mark kink or something sweet girl?” you whimpered, eyes shutting close when his warm seed spilled into your mouth. “take every last drop.”
seeing that you obeyed, he gently pulled away. a string of a mixture of saliva and cum connected you to his tip, making you want more.
“wanna count them all now?”
Accidentally Discovering Your Boyfriend’s Weakness
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Pairing: Bf!Sukuna x F!reader
Warnings: Hair Pulling, Teasing, Dirty Talk, Possessive Behavior, Jealous Reader, Heavy Make-Outs, Oral Sex, Sexual Tension, Established Relationship, Dom/Sub Undertones, Denial, Smug Sukuna, Flirting, Praise Kink Undertones, Hair Pulling Kink, Sukuna Being Weak for Reader, Suggestive Content, Explicit Sexual Content, Short.
Synopsis: Sukuna loves having his hair pulled. He would rather die than admit it. Unfortunately, you already know.
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Sukuna loves it when you pull his hair.
Has he ever told you that?
No.
Would he ever admit it out loud?
Absolutely fucking not.
It’s something you started noticing slowly over time, through reactions he probably didn’t even realize he was giving away himself.
And the funniest part?
The first times you pulled his hair weren’t even in a sexual way.
They were out of jealousy.
Sometimes Sukuna could be painfully oblivious whenever women flirted with him. Or maybe he wasn’t oblivious at all and just genuinely didn’t care enough to notice. Either way, it irritates the hell out of you.
Your boyfriend usually acts like speaking to people physically pains him. Half the time he looks one inconvenience away from telling someone to fuck off.
So when he suddenly answers another woman calmly instead of ignoring her like usual?
Yeah. It annoys you more than it should.
Especially because even with that permanently irritated expression and dry attitude, his voice still sounds unfairly sexy.
Fucking idiot.
So whenever those situations happened in public, you’d stand beside him smiling sweetly while resting your hand against his back innocently.

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only talking to sukuna's stomach mouth when he pisses you off
Sukuna’s developed an irritating habit. Whenever he’s fed up with you, or whenever he doesn’t want to entertain one of your questions, he’ll simply stay quiet and gesture towards his stomach. It’s kind of like saying ‘talk to the hand’. But in his case, it’s ‘talk to the stomach mouth’.
Then his stomach mouth will shoot you this wide, smug grin, like it’s more than happy to converse with you. And you’ll just toss up your hands and groan, annoyed that your husband won’t even bother to speak with you face to face.
But recently you've taken Sukuna up on his offer, turning the tables to give him the silent treatment while still chatting away with his stomach. Because Sukuna underestimated just how much that mouth of his likes to rile someone up. Even if it’s the rest of his body.
Now, Sukuna’s lounging on the bed, limbs draped carelessly along the mattress. He’s trying to feign indifference. Trying to pretend he’s unphased by the fact that you haven’t spoken to him in four whole days.
But you know better. You see the slight clench in his jaw, the scowl that deepens on his face each time he steals a look your way. He watches as you sit by the window, gazing at the scenery outside.
When the silence stretches on longer than he can bear, Sukuna sets his pride aside to clear his throat and ask, “Are you still doing this?”
You don’t even spare him a glance, continuing to look out the window. “Middle Mouth,” you say, “will you please inform the rest of Sukuna that I have no idea what he’s talking about?”
Sukuna scoffs in disbelief, but that mouth of his flashes its teeth and singsongs, “Sukunaaaa. She doesn’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I heard you,” Sukuna huffs, speaking to you instead of his stomach.
He hates this whole situation. Hates that you're not speaking with him. Hates that you’ve given his stomach mouth a nickname. And he hates that the mouth is entertaining it at all.
His jaw clenches once more, and he sighs before saying, “You’re ignoring me.”
He’s not wrong. For almost a week, you’ve been avoiding your husband, refusing to interact or even look at any part of him other than his stomach maw. But despite all of his sulking and sour moods, you act as if nothing is amiss.
“Middle Mouth, will you please inform the rest of Sukuna that I am not ignoring him. You and I just had a lovely conversation, didn’t we?”
“Sukunaaaa,” the mouth singsongs again. “She isn’t ignoring you…well, me.” That grin returns, and you can’t help but let out a quiet laugh. Why didn’t you start speaking with your husband’s stomach mouth sooner? He really is entertaining.
“Stop that. Don’t humor her,” Sukuna scolds.
“Middle Mouth, you can converse with me as you please.”
“I intend to,” his maw replies.
Sukuna’s eyes narrow, but he’s not sure whether to direct his glare at you or his abdomen. “How long do you intend to keep up these antics?”
You brush an imaginary piece of lint from your clothes and say, "Middle Mouth, please inform the rest of Sukuna that I’m still waiting on a proper apology from him."
“I’m warning you, do not–”
“Sukunaaaa. She is waiting for a proper apology from you.”
Sukuna stares murderously down at his lower half. He’s finally met his match. The only ‘enemy’ that he can’t silence by force. Himself.
And secretly, you think that he slightly enjoys that you’re speaking with his stomach mouth. It shows him that despite this silent treatment, you still desire some form of communication with him.
So he’ll put up with the teasing, the inside jokes, and the fact that his wife is being stolen by his own body.
You decide to press your luck a little bit further, and say something you know will send your husband over the edge. “Middle Mouth–”
“Not again,” Sukuna groans, tossing his head back.
“Do you remember what I told you? What we talked about last night?”
“What?!?" Sukuna demands, sitting up abruptly and sending the covers around him flying.
“Oh, I remember,” his maw says, immediately grinning and playing into it.
“Well, I was thinking about it and–”
“Why are you speaking with my wife at night?”
“Our wife. And what we discuss during late hours does not concern you.”
“Anyways, as I was telling you, Middle Mouth, before I was rudely interrupted–”
“No. This ends now."
In seconds, Sukuna’s beside you, all 7 feet of him towering over you intimidatingly. He rubs a hand across his jaw, like he has to physically force the words out of his mouth. “I.. apologize for not answering when you asked me which of my cocks I urinate from.”
“…”
“The answer is both of them.”
Immediately, your mood lifts. You turn away from the window, smiling and facing your husband like nothing was ever wrong. “Apology accepted.” And then to his stomach mouth, “We’ll continue our conversation later.”
a/n: idk why the mouth is referring to him in third person...js to be annoying ig lol
︵ ೀ mdni. satoru is undoubtedly attractive but you still see him as the annoying little kid you babysat every weekend to earn some extra money during high school. little do you know that he wants to rail you bad ( pervert!satoru / reverse age-gap )
satoru gojo used to be the annoying little kid you babysat every weekend to make extra money during high school.
he was your neighbor’s son—loud, spoiled, with those striking blue eyes that always followed you around the house like you hung the stars. you’d tuck him in, read him stories, and laugh when he threw tantrums about bedtime. “you’re like my big sister,” he used to say, clinging to your leg. you found it cute back then.
now he’s nineteen, tall, ridiculously handsome, and somehow even more trouble.
you still live next door, working part-time while finishing your degree. satoru has grown into something dangerous. six-foot-three of muscle, messy white hair, and that infuriating smirk that makes girls on campus lose their minds. but to you, he’s still little satoru. the kid you used to scold for eating too much sugar.
he wishes you’d stop seeing him that way. because every night when he’s alone in his room, it’s your face he sees. your soft smile, the way your hips sway when you walk, the curve of your breasts under those old t-shirts you wear when you come over to help his mom. he wraps his hand around his cock and strokes himself slow and desperate, imagining bending you over the same couch you used to read him stories on.
he cums hard every time, biting his lip to stay quiet.
𝓢leep 𝓱abits 𓏲˚ ۪ ❤︎⊹.
^ྀི𓈒 ⸝⸝ JJK MEN sleeping habits/sleep hc’s — featuring: toji fushiguro, geto suguru, gojo satoru, sukuna ryomen
Contents: fluff, reader is implied smaller than sukuna, established relationships, domestic, fluff idk what other warnings to write :(
Note: I changed the line up because Sukuna’s part was funny and I want you guys to read that first
^ྀི𓈒 ⸝⸝ Sukuna Ryomen
Bedding down with Sukuna is a nightmare. He’s a statue of cold marble one minute and a restless, twitching predator the next.
The sleepwalking is the worst of it. It’s not some cute, aimless wandering. This man will bolt upright in the dead of night, eyes snapped open but seeing nothing in this century, and start barking orders or rambling about some blood-soaked nonsense from a thousand years ago. It’s terrifying. You’re lying there, heart hammering against your ribs, whispering, "Sukuna? Hey, you okay?" and he just stares through you like you’re a ghost.
Then, just as fast as the fever hit him, he slumps back into the pillows, the weight of him nearly launching you off the mattress. He’s usually cool to the touch—not freezing, a lethal chill that makes you want to crawl under his skin just to find a spark. He mumbles. A lot. Most of it is grit and gravel, but every so often, tucked between a threat and a snarl, your name slips out. And then, something softer. Something that sounds suspiciously like I love you, though he’d sooner rip his own tongue out than admit it come sunrise.
He likes to keep you pinned. You’re small enough that he can practically swallow you whole against his chest, his massive arms locking you in place like a cage. It’s a domestic sort of violence, he finds you pathetic and adorable, though he’ll only show it by burying his face in your hair and grunting when you try to turn over. Then comes the morning. He’ll wake up with a scowl that could level a city, rubbing a shoulder that hasn't felt pain in a millennium.
"You hit me," he’ll growl, "You were swinging in your sleep again, brat. Try it again and see what happens." He knows damn well you didn't do a thing. He just likes the way you look when you're indignant and trapped under his weight.
warnings. mdni. gojo accidentally puts u in a mating press during a playfight, dry huming + cumming in pants.
Satoru Gojo is built like a fucking tank and it’s no exaggeration—broad-shouldered, firm, and heavy. Built with a density that makes the air around him feel thin. It’s most obvious when he’s fresh from the gym, black compression shirt stretched over his frame, tracing the hard line of his chest and the way his biceps coil with the slightest twitch of his fingers.
It’s why you keep baiting him into these meaningless little skirmishes—soft provocations just to feel the sheer, overwhelming force of him. To let him catch your wrists and remind you exactly how easily he can fold you into the floor.
Your lungs burn already. You’re shoving, palms flat against the unyielding fabric of his shirt, straining until your muscles shake. But it’s useless. There’s a pronounced imbalance in physical strength, not that you’re complaining (obviously), but he could at least pretend there isn’t and budge a little, for the sake of your dignity.
“Shit, ‘toru,” you grunt, the words squeezed out of your chest. “How much… do you even weigh? Feels like im trying to push a fuckin’ sumo wrestler off me or some shit.”
Love Me In Lace
Pairing: Husband!Gojo x f!reader (18+ mdni)
Summary: your husband finds out you've been secretly buying lingerie
wc: 2k
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How To Get Your Wife To Wear Her Lingerie In 5 Easy Steps
Step 1- Find The Lingerie Set In Her Shopping Bag
Every time you come back from shopping, Gojo always asks to see a haul of every single thing you’ve bought. He doesn’t care that he has to take several trips to the car just to bring all the bags inside the house. The more money you spend, the more excited he is.
He showers you with compliments while you try on all of your new clothes and shoes. Smells the new candles you bought for the house. And he notices when there’s one bag in particular that you haven’t opened up, one that you keep trying to subtly move further and further behind the rest of them.

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ᨳ𐔌 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒐 cums untouched ; 𝒎𝒅𝒏𝒊 ˚‧◟ ͜
𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒐 is pathetic for you, always has been and always will be. turning into mush under your hands. trying his absolute best to keep his composure but not able to help but let slip the small whines between your kisses.
you love it. you love teasing him, he's just so patient and you like pushing him to see just how patient he can be. kissing him deep and slow, sitting happily in his lap as you take your time. able to feel the unmistakable erection digging into you, your pussy growing wetter the longer you sit on him.
moving your attention to his neck, kissing down his throat. choso's hands dig into your hips, panted moan leaving him as he bares himself to you more. he whines your name softly, urging you to do more.
"c'mon, stop teasing so much," he huffs, nearing his limit.
you pout back at him, "but i'm not done kissing you."
his head is tilted back, watching you closely. he can feel himself throbbing in his pants, dick aching for attention. feeling so much more sensitive and worked up than he has in a while, you must be feeling especially evil today because this is the most you've teased in a bit.
choso's skin feels hot all over, everywhere your lips have touched, where your tongue has grazed. he knows he's flushed and pitiful and he can't even care because you look so pretty kissing him stupid.
"fine, keep kissing me then." he pulls your head back down to him.
lips on yours frenzied and desperate, tongue licking into your mouth as he kisses you deep. relishing in the moan you let out, hips jolting up against you. his cock throbbing and straining against its confines, begging for you.
the control you have is slipping the more you get caught up in his kisses. shiver running down your spine at his hard dick grinding into you. parting your lips, you ghost them over his, barely touching.
"cho, i want you inside me," you whisper against him, breaths intermingling.
that quiet plea does him in completely, cumming out of nowhere. shudders run through him and he grabs you, holding you tight to him. hips desperately rutting up into you to ride out his high. his whines are pitched and needy, his mouth latches onto your neck.
you're as surprised by his orgasm as you are turned on, moaning softly as he continues to grind up into you. stroking his back comfortingly as he comes down. he's a mess, eyes weepy and lips pink and swollen from your shared kisses.
"i'm sorry, i'm so sorry," he nuzzles against your sternum, "i was too turned on, you're so pretty and your voice—"
"it's okay, cho," you kiss the top of his head, "you'll just have to make it up to me now."
choso looks up at you, eyes sparkling, "undress for me then."
୨୧ Sex ban on your husband, Satoru, has him more desperate than ever [18+]
“Aaah— please, baby, let me—” “No.”
You stand your ground firmly. You were enforcing a sex ban on your husband, Gojo. Was a sex ban really necessary? Probably not. He forgot you were spending a day out with friends since you left before he woke up, and you were just taking soo loonngg to get back home. You two usually had sweet, gentle, lazy sex in the mornings to start your day off on the right foot. But you thought he looked so peaceful asleep, you didn’t want to wake him before you left. How were you supposed to know how pent up you’d be leaving him?
It was 4 PM, and you were still out. Poor Satoru just couldn’t take it anymore. He whipped out his phone to take a video of him palming at his aching cock, moaning like a whore into the mic.
You saw the notification pop up on your phone and thought nothing of it, assuming it was just an innocent video from your husband. How was Satoru supposed to know you’d be around your friends when you opened it? With the volume dialed all the way up too, although that one’s on you.
“You didn’t think to give me a heads up first?!” you shouted at Satoru when you came home, who just pouted like a puppy as he accepted your scolding.
Fast forward three days to the current moment, you were in no mood to have sex with him. Well. You were. But you were being stubborn, as per usual. He had already apologized and everything. You weren’t really sure why you were still enforcing a sex ban on your lovely husband. Your lovely husband who was rock hard just at the sight of you sitting across from him on the couch. Your lovely husband who was massaging your feet, trying to get on your good side.
Fuck.
He was so hard.
And you were so horny.
But again, so stubborn.
Maybe if you just….
You scoot your foot closer to his crotch, slightly rubbing your toe against the outline of his tip. It had been three days since you touched his cock. You missed it.
You tried to act nonchalant. Like this wasn’t intentional. Like you weren’t trying to rile him up. You’d pull your foot away every few seconds, pretending to be more focused on your phone than you were on him.
You’d slowly graze your foot against his base, all the way back up to his tip. Then move away. Repeat.
Satoru caught on instantly. Did you think he was born yesterday or something?
However, he didn’t want to spook you by acting too fast. He’d thrust up ever so carefully against your touch. When you’d graze your foot against his tip, he’d lean into it.
More.
And more.
And more.
You’d grown less careful yourself, not caring about subtlety.
“Baby… can I?” he looked over to you with those big blue eyes, hovering his hands above your ankle.
You nod, not exactly sure what he was asking or what you were agreeing to, but you think you get the gist of it.
He grabs your ankle with one of his hands and uses the other to position himself on the couch.
He leans into your foot, just grinding against it desperately.
“Mpphff— I love you. Fuucck—” he groans as he reaches his high, his pace growing faster and unsteady till eventually a wet spot forms in his sweatpants.
“Thank you.” he lets out a breathy sigh.
“That desperate, huh?” You try to look unaffected, as if your panties weren’t soaking from that little show Satoru put on. Like your pussy wasn’t aching with regret that you let him cum in those pants of his instead of cumming in you.
“Yeah. I missed you.”
Yeah, you’re a weak woman.
“Okay, you’re forgiven.”
He cocks his eyebrow up and gives you that infamous grin.
“Really? Just like that?” His voice teases.
“Take your pants off, Toru.”
“Anything for my wife.”
a/n: here’s the visual link that this was inspired by. It kept showing up on my feed so I fear I had to write something about it. Pls no foot fetish allegations, I just thought the video was hot🥲 I enjoy desperate men.
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saying 'good boy’ turns choso on (18+ mdni)
“Good boy.”
You said it as a joke. A harmless little phrase to tease Choso for the way he quickly stood up from the couch after you asked for a glass of water. You thought he would laugh. Or maybe even roll his eyes in annoyance.
He does neither.
Halfway to the kitchen, Choso stops walking when he hears you. Because the second those words left your lips, his cock twitched fiercely in his boxers. He’s hard, painfully so. In a way that desperately demands his attention.
choso's too nice — 18+
choso is so infuriatingly polite to you. even if you've been dating for a few months and you've established that he can touch you wherever he damn well wants without needing to ask, he still gets so nervous that you might not like where his hands go and just keeps them on your face, the safe option.
you'll have to drag him down on top of you and lock your arms and legs around him so he doesn't shy away with bumbling apologies about how this is too vulgar, and put one hand on your tits with the other in your hair or around your throat so he knows where you want him. but he's still so gentle with you because he's bigger than you and he doesn't want to suffocate you or crush you under his weight, and he keeps trying to pull his mouth off yours - as you're doing all this while making out - to ask if what he's doing is okay, as if you're not the one who directed everything.
finally, you pull back, lips coming off his with a wet mwah accompanied by gooey strings of saliva and say, "choso, if you ask me one more time if i'm sure, or pull away, i'm not going to fuck you for a month."
his face pales slightly, pretty eyes slightly glazed. "but i..."
you shake your head quickly. "no buts. i want you to not ask me anything. just do what you want to me and stop worrying so much."
he stares down at you all pink cheeked, analyzing your ultimatum. it can't be hard, can it? to just bury his trepidation when it comes to sex and the possibility of hurting you. or he won't get to be inside you for thirty whole days. with a deep breath, he sits up, muttering encouragements to himself, and fumbles with the waistband of his sweats, pulling it down and revealing his cock that's turned red and swollen from holding in his cum so long. he didn't want to finish while kissing you, he thought you'd hate it.
you pant and grab his dick, thumbing the drooly tip and smudging around pearly precum while you guide him to your hole, wanting to take it raw.
choso sinks in without much resistance since you're soaked from kissing and being under him for such a long period of time. he notches the swollen crown at your entrance and hilts inside you while you're both staring into each other's eyes, your moans coming out in unison.
his drive to not let you down causes him to start with a rough pace, his cock pumping in and out of you so fast that your juices are wrung out of you and drip down from where you're both connected. his heavy balls slap against tour ass, the weight and movement of them a promise of the thick load he plans to empty inside you.
your puffy, slick walls stretch and mold around his thick girth, gripping him like a velvet vice. each thrust sends a fresh gush of her arousal dripping down to pool on the sheets below.
choso leans down to capture your lips again, kissing you sloppy and open-mouthed. your tongues tangle messily, while he ruts into you clumsily, dragging his heavy cock through your soft insides and then pulling back, making sure no part of you goes untouched.
you're swapping spit and breath with choso as he continues to fuck you. his cock stuffs inside you each time, and makes a point to roll his hips forward and grind his tip against your sweet spot each time he hilts inside you.
one hand snakes up to touch your tits, squeezing a soft mound roughly in his hand and kneading at your nipple until it swells against his fingers. the other grips your hip hard enough to leave finger-shaped indents, holding you in place as he pounds into you.
you're whining into his mouth, nails raking down his back and bucking your hips upwards to meet his thrusts. he's finally being rough with you, and it's more than you could've asked for. your pussy's literally slobbering around his cock with how much he's enjoying himself. he pulls off your mouth again to place sloppy kisses to your throat and jaw.
your pussy starting to tighten around him, clenching and rippling around his pistoning cock. the feeling of your velvet walls fluttering around him, milking his cock, brings him closer to the edge. with one more thrusts, he buries himself as deep as he can go, and for a moment you think he might pop straight into your womb, but he just pushes up against it, leaning over you and watching your folds stretch and twitch around him, trying to suck him in impossibly deeper.
he throws his head back and moans loudly as thick, hot ropes of cum spill inside you, sticking to your walls and painting them white. there's so much that excess spills out from inside you, pooling on the sheets beneath you.
choso rocks his cock into you, stirring his seed and ensuring as much of his cum takes as possible. his balls rest flat against your ass, and he stills, his cock plugging your messy hole to prevent any more of his load from spilling out. he's going to keep fucking you with you stuffed with his cream.
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DICK PRINT!
cw. perv! reader, some dubious consent in terms of reader looking at the men's dick without permission, mdni, 18+ themes ahead.
synopsis. checking out how big the jjk men are based on their dick prints. (sukuna version here)
pairings. choso, gojo, nanami, higuruma, toji (separate)
a/n. this fic is buns ngl... manga panel and coloring. @/sugoroo
choso kamo
choso's been fiddling with his sketchbook at your house for a little bit now, watching you on your phone and using you as a reference to draw. his pencil skims over the paper as he shades the light glinting in your eyes, huffing triumphantly through his nose when he catches your beauty just right. you look over at your precious best friend curiously, unaware that he's drawing you. you'd just scrolled past the tutorial on your phone on how to catch prints, and who better to test it on than choso, the boy who'd do just about anything for you.
"cho," you call softly from the bed, sitting up. he lifts his head, fluffy bangs falling into his eyes which he pushes away with his big hand. "hm?" he responds with that soft hum, tipping his head to the side innocently. he's so cute that you honestly feel a little bad that you're going to be staring at his bulge for the next thirty seconds or so, but nevertheless, you push forward.

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you find husband!gojo's secret sex toy. so you edge him with it until he learns his lesson! mdni ⟢
you hadn't meant to find it, truly. you were just looking for satoru's spare charger when you opened the drawer of his nightstand, expecting to find the usual clutter of blindfolds, receipts, candy wrappers, and such. instead, your fingers brushed against smooth silicone, and when you pulled it out, your eyes widened comically.
a fleshlight. clearly high-end, expensive-looking, and used based off the bottle of lube tucked beside it.
"looking for something, sweetheart?"
you turn around to find your clueless husband leaning against the doorframe, a short-lived, lazy smile plastered onto his face. though his smile is wiped off just as suddenly when he registers what you're holding in the palm of your hand.
"satoru," you enunciate slowly, holding up the toy. "what is this?"
"I-I can explain, baby..." he pushes off the doorframe, shuffling miserably toward you as if accepting his own face "it's really not a big deal..."
"not a big deal?" you tilt your head, an expression of utter betrayal painted across your features, "you have me. why would you need this?"
something flickers in his brilliant blue eyes—like a deer in headlights, "sometimes you're not available, and I—"
"I'm always available for you." you set the toy on the bed, crossing your arms. "you know that. so why, satoru? why would you use this instead of just asking me?"
he runs a shaky hand through his white hair, feeling like a scolded child "I-I bought it before I met you.. when there were no expectations, when there was no—"
"—no me," you finish for him. "I think you need to be reminded exactly what you're choosing this over."
his eyes narrow slightly, sensing danger. "what are you—"
"strip," you command, your voice leaving no room for argument. "and get on the bed."