madz 𝜗𝜚

cws. mocking. edging. nicknames used; ‘sweetheart,’

“mph! ‘toru, please. . .” your legs shake with each slap to your cunt. satoru’s grinning from ear to ear, enjoying every little noise you make as his palm pats your pussy lightly. he’s going so slow—trying to get on your nerves by not allowing you to cum just yet.

“‘toru, please’,” satoru repeats your words in a high-pitched tone. he snickers at his own tease before planting a sweet kiss on the side of your chest, glazed over eyes still looking down at your cunt.

your juices are coating his slender fingers and it takes every ounce of his strength to not lick them off. to taste the sweetness.

the slow slaps and the time interval between them drove you to insanity. the pleasure comes and goes—it’s torturous. satoru pouts as you pout, mirroring your actions with a shit-eating grin, “patience, sweetheart. just a few more, i promise. i’ll fuck you reaaal good afterwards.”

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 ˬ

does it when you least expect it, because that man loves to catch you off guard.

he can be gentle or rough about it—depends on his mood. if he’s in a good mood, the little slaps are meant to stimulate your clit for your own satisfaction. if he’s in a shit mood, the firm slaps are meant as punishment.

tags \\ cws. p in v. doggy style. condescending tones. nicknames used ‘princess’

“what now, princess?” suguru murmurs right into your ear. his chest is pressed against your back, one hand slithering down your waist to hip and between your legs. you’re whining, unlike before, when you had the audacity to hold back your moans and act like you didn’t like what he was doing.

“where’d that attitude go, hm?” suguru grunts, clicking his tongue.

you’re bratty today, but he has the solution to fix that. he pulls his hard cock out of your pulsating cunt and leaves you empty. the tips of his fingers glide over your labia instead. you try to grind back against his digits, though was met by a harsh slap instead.

your body jolts at the unexpected slap. not a moment goes by and a second one hits your pussy lips firmly. your moans are muffled by the pillow you’re biting into.

suguru sees you struggle to keep your moans to yourself and chuckles deeply. his jaw clenches and his hand lands harshly on your puffy cunt once more, “keep that attitude up and i’m not stopping until you’re screaming for mercy.”

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 ˬ

does it gently, but is so so nasty about it. wouldn’t be surprised if you came just from him slapping your cunt a couple times.

loves to do it when you have your panties still on. that way he can see your wetness through the fabric.

tags \\ cws. praise. semi-public/exhibitionism kinda. reader wears skirt. nicknames used ‘love, angel’.

“now now, love,” kento kisses the side of your neck gently, urging you to stay still. your back is against his chest and your legs are spread with your skirt flipped up. it’s an embarrassing situation—especially because you’re in his office with your lace panties on display.

the wet spot on the fabric only grows bigger and bigger with each gentle tap of your lover’s palm. kento’s slaps are painfully soft. he knows that it’s agonising for you, but it’s a complete turn-on for him, “you’re doing so well. getting so wet and ready for my cock, mm?”

your eyes roll back from the combination of dirty talk and praise. kento chuckles, his deep voice rumbling in his chest. his fingers come in contact with your clothed clit and it makes you squirm. each little slap made you needier. kento drags his fingers up and down your pussy before slapping it again through your panties;

“if you stay still for me, i promise i’ll give you what you want, okay, angel? for me?”

𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 ˬ

is pretty harsh when doing it. might use his cock to do so too.

loves to do it when he’s eating you out—gives a couple slaps in between, here and there. right on your clit too.

tags \\ cws. cunnilingus. degradation. reader gets called ‘little girl’.

“nasty fuckin’ pussy. look at her,” toji scoffs once he pulls his mouth away from your messy cunt. he’s been lapping up your juices for a couple minutes now, the clear fluid smeared all around his lips.

the tip of his tongue drags up and down your slit—tracing circles around your clit. your hands grab onto toji’s black hair, gaining a deep grunt from him. he lifts his hand and slaps your pussy in response, “hands to yrself, little girl.”

you want to comply, but the extra stimulation your body got from that slap only urges you to grip his hair tighter. toji curses under his breath, removes his head from between your thighs and makes it seem like he’s finally going to fuck you—his leaking tip suddenly placed right at your entrance.

well, you guessed wrong. toji’s veiny hand wraps around the base of his cock, only to slap it down on your sensitive clit. you moan at the contact and he answers by doing it again, “hah. thought i was gonna fuck you? nah, ‘m not doing any of that until ya know y’r place.”

𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 ˬ

makes it nasty by spitting on your cunt before slapping it. loves to see the mess the fluids form on your pussy lips.

has you counting the slaps probably too. if you lose count or get it wrong, he’s starting over.

does it again and again until you’re in absolute tears.

tags \\ cws. true form!sukuna. over-protectiveness. mention of murder. dacryphilia. spit. reader gets called ‘brat’

“what’d i tell you about hanging around with that lowlife?” sukuna grumbles, clearly pissed off. he spits on your cunt that laid open before him. he’d ordered you to wait for him on his bed with your legs spread while he took care of some ‘business’. which was killing that man who dared to speak with you.

“fuckin’ brat. you never listen,” sukuna continues.

two of his hands hold your thighs in place, another one rubs his spit all over your aching pussy. he delivers a firm slap to your cunt once it’s coated in his saliva. you whine and whimper, but the king of curses could not care less.

you know what you should do; accept and count the amount of slaps. you do exactly that, though the harsh slaps are too overstimulating for your poor pussy, causing you to sob. sukuna’s eyes have a dangerous and sadistic look in them—clearly enjoying your tears and suffering.

the sounds of your wet flesh getting slapped repeatedly echoes throughout the room. your tears, whines and bodily reactions drive sukuna absolutely insane. he breathes heavily and stops the slaps, “on all fours. now. i’m not repeating myself.”

And it’s less than a few minutes later when you’re shoved face-first into the puffy white pillows, your ass in the air, your cunt being stuffed with all of Toji’s swollen hot inches. Ruthlessly slipping in the globular head of his mushroomy tip before he started rutting.

Harsh. Animalistic.

He was just so large- well, you already knew that. But without the tight barrier of a condom hugging onto his girth, you swear that he’s swollen even bigger than usual. Even more vicious.

It takes a prolonged slam! against one of your sweeter spots for you to jerk- and for Toji to grip onto either side of your waist. Hauling your body back into his as if you were nothing but a ragdoll, you yelp as you feel the silky blankets bunch up at your knees and draaaaag along with you. “Now where’d you think yer runnin’ off to, mama? Got somewhere else to be now?”

“No—” You’re gasping, holding onto the wooden headboard for dear life. You can’t stop the spit that drivels from either side of your lips and drenches the mattress below, “No, it’s just that you’re so- oh.”

His pretty, puckered tip swabs mercilessly at your g-spot. “So what—?”

And then it’s as if your boyfriend was trying to meanly fuck the words straight out of you. 

Pistoning all eight of his inches straight into the deepest depths of your cunt, letting all his thicks veins scrape your orifice. It somehow felt as if Toji had been designed to hit each spot of your bundled nerves- with his winding vessels probin’ against every good area.

You’d never realized just how prominent his veins were without a condom on, and right now he was fully pummeling you stupid with them. Keeping your hips still so that he could swipe your entrance with his ruby-red cocktip then push dooooown as deep as it would go- until your cute pussy started struggling to fit him. “So- so biiiiig, Toji-”

“So biiiiig, huh?” He’s chuckling darkly from above, the fatness of his thumb hooking ‘round your pussylips and pushing each lip apart. “If m’so big then why does this pussy always keep askin’ for seconds? Greedy girl.”

“I am…?” Hazily letting your head drop, you can stare at the way that Toji was bustlin’ his hot tip into your hole. And even from here the size difference was just insane- you’d taken him before so why was this—”But this time you seem even bigger than usual-”

“Oh?” One of Toji’s jet-black brows raise, “That’s because I am.”

“Wh-what- fuck.” Immediately plugging your throat up with his thorough thrashes. He upturns spots you didn’t even know you had- making your tastebuds sizzle with saliva.

You feel your ears pop! as he increases his speed- but Toji’s merely holding onto your body so you can’t slip away. Just so casually watching as you squirm and whine given his cock.

Hell, he doesn’t even give you a warning before he’s reaching forwards and twisting a beefy arm around the front of your neck. Dragging you into a headlock- “This pussy of mine just feels too good, mama. I don’t know how you do it- hah.” He’s whispering in his grumbly tone into your ear, pants scorching. And if you didn’t know any better, then you’d have said that he sounded even more out-of-breath than usual, even more gone. “Can’t blame a man for growing just a lil’ bit harder inside ya, can you?”

“I don’t fucking—ngh.” Eyes rolling to the back of your head as he reaches a spot so tender, somehow it felt even better without a condom coverin’ Toji’s slick tip. “I don’t fucking know-”

“That’s alright, my doll, you don’t hafta know.” And you’re just about to ask Toji what he meant by that- when he’s sticking his thumb between your pussylips to press down on your clit. Startling you into a bounce that has you gulping up just a few more inches- “You just hafta take me-”

Something in the way he said that last sentence…ruined.

Rough.

Rugged.

His deep octaves were smoky with arousal, “Just take me.” He repeats, this time with something cracking at the back of his throat. You’re realizing with a jolt that the further Toji fucks inside you, the more his fingertips shake on your body. “Take me.” The more he pants. The more he heaves. The more he’s reaching inside of you and groaning at the sultry sensation of your walls. “Take me and- and squeeeeeze-”

Pressin’ on your clit like a button to make your body quiver, you’re instinctually listening to what Toji says and pressing your thighs together. It makes his thickened length massage your walls incredibly, “Like- like this?”

“Yes-” A sensation that he’s rapidly growing addicted to. “Yes, fuuuuuck-” Toji has to fight not to throw his head back, staring down at you through the gaps in his shaggy black bangs. He swears the next time he’s walking into a convenience store, he’s burning every condom box he sees on sight. “Not too big for you now, am I?”

You stubbornly have to admit, “W-well, no…”

“Mhm, and you’re taking me like a good girl? Even though your Toji grew eeeeven bigger without a condom?” Pumping into you meanly, he was almost fucking you like he hated you. Like he hated how much he couldn’t live without your soppin’ wet cunt.

“I am—” Though your veins bubble and boil with the embarrassment of having to admit it, “Love taking you-”

“Yeah- yeah, taking me so well.” He rasps, tugging you back by the headlock until his happy trail was all but glued to the arch of your back. Roverin’ cockhead moving against the insides of your cunt, “Taking me so well and I can, mmm, tell you like me being so big.” Spitting between clenches canines, the more pussydrunk he grew - the more he babbled. ‘Can tell you like it without a condom- like taking me all raaaw and feelin’ your natural cunt. Can tell that this pussy can’t wait until I finally cum inside her.“

“Fuck, Toji—!” You’re squealing out once his free hand moves just a little to jerk on your clit. Finally bottoming out and hitting his heavy balls against your cunt with a ringing thwack!

“And you’re gonna take me like this all the time, aren’t ya?”

“Yes.”

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The next time that Toji Fushiguro was at the convenience store, it’s with a list. 

At your insistence once more, of course- though he didn’t argue against it this time either, a few hot loads of cum poured inside you and one bed frame broken meant that he was way past forgetting anything now. 

Though, one sweeping look down at what you’d written showed him that you didn’t write condoms…

Fuck, he’s never been more excited to go back home and fuck you until his cock was all raw and red again-

“Next customer, please.”

The line moves forwards, and Toji finds himself casually placing the items in his basket down on the counter. He tries not to look like he’s been thinking lecherous thoughts about you since the moment he walked past that hygiene aisle, and he thinks he does well flying under the radar.

That is, until-

“Oh, sonny, it’s you!” A slightly weathered voice before him speaks, and Toji’s looking up to meet gazes with the kindly older woman who manned the register. She owned the store and had always been especially nice to the two of you—young love, she’d sigh.

And she looked moments away from sighing it right now- “How’s that lovely gal of yours? You know, I’ve actually been meaning to catch you-” She digs for something under the desk, “The last time you were here, it seems I hadn’t rung up this little product and you’d left it behind…”

Toji looks down to find…the condoms.

The very condoms he’d thought he’d forgotten last time.

She continues, “Seems it’d slipped through the cracks. This one’s on the hou-”

“You know what, Mrs. Tanaka.” Toji shakes his head, “Actually…we have no need for that today.”

“Oh?”

“Or ever- from here onwards.”

“Oh.”

Toji smirks, “I should thank you, really.”

“Oh heavens-”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - Family man…

You hear the door slam shut.

Hard enough to make the floorboards beneath you tremble, sudden enough to make you furrow your brows—who the hell could that be?

It certainly couldn’t have been your lovely husband, right? Nanami Kento was never the type of man to slam doors, to drop briefcases, to fling his tie - not even when he’d been pushed to his very limits at work that day. Always making his entrance into your newlywed home with simply the soft click! of the front door opening, and a gentle call of your name. “My darling, I’m home.”

You’re listening for that familiar sentence right now and…nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

You’re wiping your hands on that new apron he’d bought you just yesterday, and glancing up at the clock on the wall above. It read the time that Nanami would usually be back at home- that paired with the fact that no one else had a key to the home meant that, realistically, this shouldn’t be anyone but your husband…

Footsteps.

Sharp and striding.

You turn with a smile on your lips, “Welcome home, Kento~! Tough day at w—”

Only for the words to die on your lips. 

Because the Nanami Kento standing at your doorway wasn’t how you knew your husband- fuck, you almost had a feeling that this wasn’t your husband at all.

Nanami had his broad build blocking the light, his head lowered, his chest heaving, his tie askew, and his forehead perspired- gulping as if he’d just run a hundred thousand marathons to get to you. Unbeknownst to yourself, you whisper his name and it’s only then that he raises his eyes to look at you—oh.

Nanami jolts with something primal.

In split-seconds, you’re being shoved against the marble countertops- his toned back against your front, his throbbing erection against your behind. Nanami snakes a hand underneath your right thigh and streeeetches it up onto the counter, resting on top of the frigid surface.

You whimper at the stretch- “K-Kento—mmpf.”

Only for your sweet husband to crane his neck down and spit straight between your lips, shutting you right up. He watches with half-lidded eyes as your expression morphs into one of surprise, and then proceeds to hook a thumb to pry aside your panties- and do the very same there.

“Oh, please-” You’re gasping at the glittery wad that sticks to your pussylips, “Kento, what has gotten into you?”

“Long day.”

It’s the only thing he’s replying with. The first thing he’s said to you since he’s walked through those doors- before swirlin’ the fat edge of his fingertip against the slit of your pussy. He delves just a bit deeper to push against your puckered hole, getting a good feel for how wet you were.

And just the sheer amount of juices soaking his skin is enough to make Nanami moan-

“S’been a long day.” Breathily against the back of your neck - and maybe you hadn’t heard it in his short answer earlier, but there was something in Nanami’s tone that made each hair on your body stand up.

Rasping. Rumbling with something dangerous, something that you couldn’t quite pinpoint.

It’s like the more he’s feeling you, the more pussydrunk he’s becoming.

He’s then merely pursing his plump lips and spitting a jetstream of saliva straight down on your pussy—all the way from above. It splatters above your outer folds and leaves you shivering. Nanami Kento never fucked you like he disrespected you.

But you can’t think about it any longer before he’s inching his toned hips closer and rutting- you gasp at the feeling of something loooong and hard kissin’ your sultry orifice. You hadn’t even heard him unbuckle his pants.

And yet his rock-hard tip was teasin’ at your entrance, the sheer girth of his shaft sending white-hot sparks shooting through you. He groans. He was sinking into your cunt with the loudest slurps you’ve ever heard, feeling so needy and feverishly hot between your legs-

“W-wait.” Your eyes shoot open once you realize that you could feel the extremely flared ridge of his cockhead. Perhaps a bit more than usual - and though you absolutely loved the feeling of his pulsating tip easing in, that rational part of you can’t help but babble. “Kento, do you have a condom-”

“It’s been such a long fucking day.” He growls, and you shiver. 

You’re taking that to mean that he didn’t.

With your hands clasped onto the edge of your kitchen countertops for dear life, you’re thrashing your hips back against his own. Despite being married for a few weeks - and together for four entire years before that - the two of you hadn’t ever done this without protection. You’d always assumed that Nanami was too busy focusing on his career in the first place. “B-but, Kento, I forgot to take the pill today as well-”

“My love-” Seething. Snarling against the sensitive shell of your ear, it’s just so animalistic how Nanami bites down on your ear lobe as he speaks. Pushing against you from behind, “-it’s been a long. Fucking. Day.”

He slips an inch deeper and throbs inside.

And you can’t help but let your thighs fall further open with a moan, perfect for your husband to flatten his palm on your leg and keep you spread wide open. 

And no matter how much you squirm, no matter how much you buck, no matter how much you try to move- Nanami keeps you pinned down mercilessly. Despite the fact that your husband was always the type to place you before himself, always the type to take it sloooow and easy until your pretty walls had gotten used to his size.

Your heart races at the fact that he wasn’t letting you do as you pleased anymore - right now he was listening to your cunt and his cock. Only. 

Rawly pumping his inches into you until you saw stars- stretchin’ out your walls. Just so biiiig and covered in so many veins that lined down his shaft, filling up your every delicate orifice. The sensations were just so much more heightened than any time before this, without the barrier of a rubber between your walls and his textured cock. 

Even the slightest slips n’ slides down your channel left your mouth watering, “Fuh-fuuuuck, Kento. It just feels too good-”

“Long fucking day- hck!” Just the mere timbre of his baritone is enough to make your velvety walls clench- and it’s enough to make Nanami damn near break. Breath hitching. Nails clawing. His bulbous red tip swellin’ just a bit bigger inside of you before he thrusts.

Nanami crushes you to his muscular front while he’s fucking you onto your countertops, “S’been a loooong fucking-” Hitting a particular spot inside you that makes your entire body twitch, “-day.”

“Oh fuuuuck-” You squeal once he moves his hand from your thigh to your neck.

He leans in close to gruff against your ear, “And seeing you this morning, the only thing I could think about all day was you- like this.” His cock was slippin’ around your hidden nooks and crannies at a quick pace, the circular end of his divot placing beads of sap into every single spot. It takes you a few more vulgar thrusts to register that this was the first time that Nanami had spoken something other than his shattered mantra. “Havin’ your pussy clench ‘round me like this, darling- havin’ you drench my cock with your sweet juices- havin’ you take everything you’re given like my goood little wife-”

“N-nghhh—” He was just talking so dirty- all those soft whispers and reassurances from times prior turned into…this. And it was only making you even wetter. “Shit-”

“-raw.” Nanami finally finishes his sentence.

Raw.

He’d been dreaming about fucking you raw all day—

And the only thing you can do is sob out at the extremely thorough plunges of his shaft, extremely accurate with the probes at your sweetest spots. He was roughing you up from the inside and out. Thud-thud-thudding away on the spongy back of your cervix with such ease, “And what- what even brought this on, Kento? I don’t think you’ve ever been so- so needy about wanting to fuck without a condom before?” 

To that, Nanami doesn’t answer immediately.

You’re not quite sure whether it’s because he was just so pussydrunk that he couldn’t put it into words, or because he was too busy gliding his free hand down your front.

Squeezing your tits, sliding down the middle to press on where he was pistoning into you, mussing up your new apron- oh.

Your head snaps down in an instant, to where Nanami was twiddling with the soft pink fabric. The prettiest flowers around it. Cursive writing in the middle.

One that read—World’s #1 Mama.

Oh.

Oh.

You’d happened to try this apron on for the first time this morning, asking your sweet husband how you thought it looked right before he left for work. And this…so this was what…

Your jaw drops, and Nanami snickers breathily against your eardrums. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him sound so ruined.

So utterly crazed.

“Baby fever.”

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“Oh- baby formula, baby powder, pampers?” The sweet elderly lady that rang up your items gave you a glowing look. It was a late night in the convenience store, and you were eager to get back to Nanami at home. “Will I be expecting to see baby Nanami Kento soon, my dear?”

You shift on your feet. “Well…maybe in the future-” Raising the final item that had to be added to your bags—a pregnancy test. “-but for now I just have to make sure.”

Her painted lips part, “So then the- the baby items?”

“Oh well, my husband will be making sure we need them anyways.”

“Oh my…”

♡ GETO SUGURU - Heir.

“You.”

A shiver runs down your spine.

Shock.

Fear.

Excitement.

You knew that if you looked up right now, you would see only one thing - the pale, poised fingertip of Geto Suguru. Honed down on you like a bolt of lightning.

Striking you. Only you amongst the row of other women that seemed to stretch endlessly along the temple hallway. 

Geto’s jet-black hair was so long that it almost reached the floor, swishing softly along the engraved marble as he turns to one of the elders beside him. “I have chosen. It shall be her.” And it’s the only thing he has to utter for the procession behind him to be thrown into a frenzy. He walked like a king, his court of association members following.

A final lingering look at you and Geto idly walks past.

With the white-robed men and women around you the complete opposite - they were breathless, twitching with nervousness as they grabbed you from either side. Helping you to stand from where you’d been kneeled for the past hour, “Get her ready for our leader- now.”

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Geto Suguru had a little problem, you see.

It’d been raised as an issue before during those long, tiresome meetings with the Time Vessel Association members: the lack of an…heir to the association, so to say.

After all, Geto Suguru may have once been one amongst the strongest, but that wasn’t to say that he was mortal. So just in case, the council of elders had decided that it would be wise to perhaps look towards yet another generation of their superior ideologies and plans.

And so came the Choosing Ceremony.

The most eligible daughters in all the land and even some others, threatened invited to join hands with the Time Vessel Association as a bride to its leader.

And of all the hundreds of thousands that had sat before him, he only had eyes for one—

“Are you okay, Geto-san?” You’re fluttering your eyes up at him, almost shy to make eye contact with the man that’d become your husband less than an hour ago. 

It was a rushed ceremony. Rushed bows. Rushed solemn vows. A rush to get to the bedroom and splay you out flat on his luxurious futon- Geto Suguru currently had his aching, throbbing cock buried in you to the hilt and looked as if he was about to explode from the sensation. 

Raw, because he didn’t need a condom if his entire goal was to get you pregnant.

Legs locked in a mating press. Pillow underneath your hips.

It was an honor, or so they said.

“Y-yes…” He breathes out, and it almost sounds like a hiss. You can feel the way his tip swells against the sides of your cunt walls, almost as if he was growing even thicker inside of you.

Geto’s driving you uuuuup the futon then with his strong hips, just the smallest of ruts that make your toes curl. “Yes- yes, I am.” His voice sounding just a bit stronger now, trying to regain control of that wobbly baritone. “Yes, fuck, why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because-” You’re hiccuping, feeling him bashin’ in his tip at your very throat. “-because I can feel you cumming-”

“Oh.” Geto himself is whipping his head down to look between your dewy legs, lips parting as he watches a creamy wad of cum slip out from between your folds.

Immediately, he’s reaching a thumb down and swipin’ that excess cum back inside you. Heavy balls thwacking! the front of your cunt as he streams out loooooong stripes of gooey sap- “Oh, fuck.” He whispers, a furrow forming between his dark brows. “Oh fuck, oh fuck-”

“Y-you’re cumming already—ngh.” And the worst (best, more like) part was that you could feel each sensation of his orgasm splashing inside of you. Again and again.

Wave after wave.

Geto Suguru’s entire body was twitching delicately after each pump of his cum, each long ribbony spurt that was fucked inside of you. Until the salty mess was one that you could almost feel at your very throat- and you can’t help but wrap your arms around the leader’s neck. Letting his inky black strands cover your surroundings like a curtain as he leans in, “Have you never done this before, Geto-san-”

“Suguru.” He corrects, voice tight. “And no.”

“No to having sex, or no to having sex without a condom-”

“Both.”

And he was just fucking you like an animal. 

Like he’d been deprived of this his entire life- and now that he managed to catch the feeling of your sopping wet walls clenching ‘round his cock, he was fucking addicted. He was pistons his velvety inches inside and grazing just the stray vein against your sweetest spots, body hunching into yours the longer he kept on pummeling-

“I’m doing just fine.” He rasps, bleary eyes staring into yours. “I’m alright- fuck, why wouldn’t I be?”

“I don’t…I don’t-” Hiccuping on your own whines and oodles of saliva clogging up your throat.

“Because I’m perfectly alright, gorgeous.” Geto’s scorching hot breath burns your face, “Perfectly- if you think that those cute clenches of your pussy have me stupid, then you’re wrong.”

Your jaw drops, “I didn’t-”

But he’s not listening to a single word - you don’t know if he even had the ability to. The sense. If he could even make himself manually breathe at an even rate when he bulges his rovering cocktip into your insides. “If you think that I s-stutter because of the way you clench, then you’re wrong.” Raw and wet—Geto sweats at the feeling of your walls closing in on him. “If you think I could fuck this pretty pussy for aaaages just like this then you’re- fucking- wrong-”

Swabbin’ his rotund shaft so deeply that you swear it was about to start bruising your cunt walls. You moan- 

Immediately, a hand claps over your agape mouth- not because Geto didn’t want to hear your sinful noises, but because he damn well knew he couldn’t handle it if he had to.

He’d already cum early from his rock-hard erection, and was still so sensitive gliding down your soft walls - raw. He’s panting heavily in an attempt to control himself, “Who do you think you are- making me feel like this. And it let off such noises that he never even thought were possible, you were so wet that his ears were ringing with the sound. The way his globular tip was pryin’ aside your cunt, your every delicate spot.

And you don’t even know what to say at this point, just gasping wetly after each thorough strike. “Please- mercy-”

“Mercy?” He seethes, octaves higher. Gaze widened. “Mercy- who do you think I am? On our wedding night- you- you thought I’d be affected by going in raw-”

“Oh f-fuuuuck-”

“Because I’m…” And Geto seems to trail off at once you lock your ankles around his body and pull him closer, nudgin’ those excess wads of cum towards your womb. He watches the ring of white forming around his cock hilt and lets his mouth water, babbling. “-fuck, gorgeous, I think you’ve b-broken me.”

His voice cracks upon the very words.

His amethyst eyes glaze with tears.

You couldn’t believe that Geto Suguru - the Geto Suguru, the man had jujutsu society on edge at all times, the very man that would quite gladly allow an entire system and its cities implode, the very ruthless leader of this cult - was ruined just on the feeling of your raw cunt.

You clench his veiny shaft once more and watch him try to bite back a whimper, “Do that again and you’re never leaving this room until you get pregnant, not even if you b-”

“But what if I want that?” Fluttering your lashes once more, you knew he liked it by the way his creamy tip just seemed to throb itself even larger.

“Then fuck…” Geto breathes, something crazed in his eyes. 

Without warning, he’s placing both of his hands underneath your thighs and hoisting them further up his broad shoulders. Not resting until your ankles were properly locked around his neck with no signs of letting up any time soon. Not resting until he bends you down, down, down even further than you had already been folded in this mating press. Knees hitting your tits. His pulsing cockhead hitting your cervix. 

Not letting you rest until he drags you down to him by the legs, letting go of you for a mere moment to clap-clap his hands. Loud and clear.

You could tell by the anticipating silence that rings after that that there was no normal applause.

In no time, the grand bedroom door slides open just a bit- and one of the association attendants bows. Head lowered. You gape-

“Let the wedding party know that an heir shall be conceived before midnight.” Geto turns to you with a sleazy grin, “And let them know to not interrupt us or knock on this door for the next five days.”

“As you wish, master.”

Just as the door quietly slides shut once more, and he starts moving ruthlessly again-

You mouth silently—five days.

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It’s exactly two months later that you’re dragging out a particularly handsome cult leader to the nearest convenience store for a pregnancy test (the poor lady at the register had nearly fainted seeing all the bite marks down your neck).

It’s exactly nine months later that the heir to the Geto name is born.

♡ CHOSO KAMO - LIKE A VIRGIN!

“W-wait fuck-” Choso’s raspy whisper echoes against your ear, hot mouth detaching from the side of your neck to speak. “Wait, baby, something happened…”

“What, Cho?” You’re peering behind at your boyfriend.

Tonight was finally the night—you and Choso were about to fuck. 

It’d been quite some time since the two of you had started dating, and during the beginning Choso had admitted to you that he wasn’t experienced - at all, really. Which you were completely understanding of, taking your time with the pretty boy.

And tonight had been one of your usual date nights: flowers brought straight to your doorstep like in some cheesy movie, a romantic dinner at a restaurant of your choice, a long drive with the windows down. Perfectly perfect as usual, until Choso had made one particular confession on the ride back to your apartment.

“Baby, I really want t-to do…it.”

After that you’d rerouted to the nearest convenience store and bought a pack of the largest rubbers on sale, one that the cashier had raised her eyebrows impressively at.

XXL

And the night ended up with you laying down on your side of the bed, your legs splayed open and dripping onto the expensive silken sheets. Choso was spooning you from behind, gnawin’ down cutely on his lower lip as he tried to make the condom fit.

Tried to.

“I’m sorry but- but it just keeps breaking, baby.” His voice makes you look down at where Choso was focused between his meaty thighs. One hand gripping the fat base of his cock, and the other attempting to tug down on the rubber channel of the condom- “Is it supposed to be this tight of a fit?”

“Well, it’s supposed to fit…” You reply slightly breathlessly, checking the golden box once more and- yeah, that was definitely XXL. “Here- let me try, Cho.”

He lets you shift and attempt to smooth down the rubber, only for it to shatter into a zillion pieces at the sheer throbbing size of him. You have no choice but to throw away the wasted condom onto a little pile that had started forming at the foot of the bed.

Choso looks at you worriedly, “Am I doing something wrong, baby? Did I somehow pick up the wrong thing?”

“No, you picked up condoms alright- big ones.” You gulp, now unable to take your eyes off of his swollen cock. It really was true what they say about the quiet ones - he was big. Just about ten or eleven inches if your mental counting was correct, covered in so many decorative veins. 

You couldn’t wait to feel him inside you.

But for that you first had to explain- “It’s just…you’re even bigger than that, baby. And I don’t even know if they make that size.”

“E-even bigger?” Choso’s voice pitches up highly, “But I thought I picked up XXL-”

“Yes. Yes, you did.”

“And you’re saying that m’even bigger?” He pumps his cock once, heavy balls twitching with need. Your boyfriend might not even have realized it, but all this time he’d been rutting against you like a damn dog in heat. Just slide-slide-sliiiiding the thickened edge of his tip down your slit, “B-but I always thought that I was just above average, baby?”

You shake your head fervently.

“But then-” He looks in panic at the graveyard of ripped condoms, tearing up. “-what will I do? Will I never get to-”

But Choso Kamo doesn’t get to finish his sentence.

He’s cutting himself off with the cutest little- “F-fuck.” Because you’re impatiently veering your hips behind, until the globes of your ass cheeks meet his slightly scruffy happy trail.

Until his pretty ruby-red tip sinks inside your hole with a sluuuurp! and you’re feeling the curve of his shaft start to bend inside your entrance. He feels his first inch slips inside and Choso’s immediately gripping into the sides of your hips until he leaves claw marks, immediately stuttering out a hitched breath and rutting, immediately cumming—

Long and hard.

And hot.

It swashes inside you like a flood. So much of his ivory sap that you almost start to wonder how he was holding it all back.

Your eyes pop open, “Ch-Choso, did you just-”

“Yes.” He’s hissing out in a broken tone into the crook of your neck, pushing his face there as if he wanted to hide away. Though you could still feel the clammy blush coating his features, “Y-yes, I—oh.”

Making even more noises as he pumps his inches inside, they kiss you in such a sultry way. Pokin’ his rounded cocktip against your smallest orifices, “Just from feeling m-”

“Just from feeling you.” He sounds more like a broken record player than your actual boyfriend, with his whimpering tone echoing out with every clench of your sopping wet walls. Every curve and ridge of his shaft molding against your insides, messing them all up, and Choso just shivers with every squeeze and rut-

Dribblin’ out his gluey wads of cum into the very base of your pussy, “Just from feeling you without any- ngh.” One more clench and Choso’s voice wavers as if he was on the verge of crying, “Is- is it legal for a pussy to feel this good?”

“Legal- oh-” But not even you could keep your words or thoughts coherently together. 

His thrusts were just so vicious, and he managed to stretch you out like nothing before. Emptying out his heavy balls and the amount of inches that you could take him, he drives in until he feels the slight resistance of your elastic entrance and pulls back to shove back in- “This can’t be normal, right? The way you’re s-sucking in my cock juuuust like that-” Already striking the very bottom of your cunt, “The way you ngh- drench me in so much sweetness that it’s like a damn waterpark down there.”

“F-fuck, Choso—” You cry out, the backs of your ass stinging with the slamming contact with his hips. Choso was bucking into you like a madman - sharp, sloppy, well-timed hits with plummy tip.

He swipes at what feels like the very forefront of your lungs and makes you gasp, “No no no, I’m fucking you, baby. Don’t forget that.” He mewls out, pretty pinkish lips jutting out in a pout, “I’m f-fucking you and it feels s-soooo good- fuck! Why does it feel so good?”

“I don’t know, I don’t know-”

“But it’s your pussy—” He’s moaning out, biceps bulging against your body and he pulls you in close. “It’s your pussy and you d-don’t even know why it feel so good- I’m fucking ngh- losing my mind. How have I been living this long without it?” Voice breathy, eyes wide. “How- how-”

“Choso, you’re fucking- ngh-”

“You?”

“Insane.” With just a few more vicious strokes, you’re thrown into your high with absolutely no warning. Simply the sloppiest thud-thud-thud of his reddened cockhead against your sweet spot - and they weren’t even purposeful. Moving on pure carnal instinct.

Barely even realizing the way he was wrecking your cunt.

Pushing in and in and in—he manages to fuck you through each startling wave of your high. White-hot pleasure flowing through your veins, your entire body shivering with the forceful impact. “I’m c-cumming-”

But he could already tell from the way you clench- “I know, baby, and it’s gonna make me…” 

Soon enough, you feel the splotchy splashes of even more of his syrup pouring out. It cascades down your tight channel and ends up gluing to your womb, “Shit.” Your eyes widen in surprise, “Again?”

“Again.” Choso affirms, barely even audible over the plap-plap! of his hips drilling into yours. He fucks you through each peak of your orgasm, greedy for the adorable way you’d clench around him- and then does the very same when it comes to his own.

A thumb gliding down your slick slit to push in each glittery wad, “And-” He’s breathing against the side of your throat, “And I have the feeling that if you clench like that- ngh, I’ll be c-cumming again very, very soon.”

“Oh.”

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The convenience store opened at 8AM.

You and Choso are stepping inside at exactly 8:01AM - perhaps not even that. And it’s with a slightly sheepish smile that you nod at the elderly cashier, whose plucked brows raise at the sight of the two of you again. You have the feeling that she still remembered you from last night.

For a few minutes, you walk through the aisles hand-in-hand. Pretending to browse through the selection of potato chips, and picking up a few snacks along the way (you’d intended for it to be a front, but Choso had whispered in your ear about needing enough sustenance to last the night). 

And then finally - finally - the two of you enter that dreaded aisle.

The hygiene aisle.

The condom section.

You’re in and out of it so fast that you’re sure the security cameras don’t catch you, slamming that little box down on the counter (along with the rest of your snacks) and looking anywhere but at the woman.

Expectedly, she picks it up first. 

Seeks it out, more like- and she adjusts her glasses—only to drop the condom box in pure shock and stare at the two of you with her mouth open. You wince. Choso blushes.

XXXXL.

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - W.R.A.P.P.E.D.

“Protection?”

You nod, heart racing as you still refuse to believe just what sort of conversation you were having with Ryomen Sukuna. The King of Curses. The most feared man in the land. 

Also your soon-to-be husband.

The wedding was fast approaching, and it was to be quite the lavish affair - Sukuna certainly wasn’t sparing any expenses. It barely even put a dent in his pocket to have delicacies from all over the world transported to your estate, to buy you every intricate gift you so much as glanced at, to pay the best musicians in the nation, to invite guests from every clan. He’d taken over the primary role in planning the wedding to your tastes, not wishing to stress you more than you already were about taking on the mantle of household Madam. 

Although, of course, there was the wedding night.

That was entirely up to you to plan.

And so you were- Sukuna raises one pink brow, “Ya ask me what protection I will wear before we consumm-”

“Shhh!” You’re looking around in alarm, “Someone might overhear-”

“Yer the one that asked me what I shall be wearing when I fuck you senseless, woman.” He doesn’t care for all the world. One edge of his lip curling up in amusement as he watches you fret, “And don’t you worry your pretty head about it.”

“What?” Staring up at him confusion, “But I need to inform the attend-”

“Don’t. You. Worry.”

You shudder to wonder what exactly that meant.

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And you’re finding out the answer precisely on your wedding night- when Sukuna had your back against his front, and his dual cocks stuffed deeeeeep inside your pussy.

A full nelson.

Both globular tips swirlin’ around your orifice, making you drool stupidly at the sheer stretch of him from the inside. Every nook and cranny. Every little bundle of nerves. He managed to plunge his rotund end up to your womb and then aaaaaall the way back down to stretch your poor hole, making you scream at the streeeetch-

“And why exactly do ya think I didn’t want those- tch, condoms, hmmm?” Sukuna’s low croon sounds out from behind you, scalding breath tickling the back of your neck. 

Every time he’s bucking up into you, your entire body feels as though you’re being tossed- a few centimeters straightly into the air at the sheer force. Ripplin’ and flexin’ away against your skin, it made the sensations of him pumping inside you even more incredible. “I-I don’t-”

“Don’t know? Stupid already, are ya?” He snickers out from behind, just so mean that you feel your hips aching to bounce-

Only for Sukuna to loop two of his strong arms underneath your legs and haaaaul them up as far as they would go. Up and up and up. This sudden shift in angle only makes his dual tips scour even deeper, their rotund edges marking out every good spot inside you. “Awww, my poor wife- so stupid that she’s trying to run- heh.” Sukuna’s dark tone rumbles from even closer, and you can feel his honed canines start to nip at your throat. Dangerous. “Funny that you think you can run away from me.”

“P-please—” Whining between the sudden gasps at him swatting your deepest depths, you can only thrash uselessly in his large arms. Just so beefy. “Kuna, it just feels too good-”

“So ya can speak in proper sentences still.” He almost sounds as if he was disappointed in the fact—only a sign to fuck you even harder. “Then tell me, brat- why do ya think m’not wearing those damn protections? Why do you think m’fucking this pretty pussy raw—?”

“Is it…” You turn your bleary gaze downwards, tears overspilling at a rapid rate. “Is it because you’re so- fuck, that feels so good.” Because just in that moment he’s travelling a third hand down to pinch your pulsing clit. 

“Wrong answer.”

That sudden squeeze turns into a pinch.

Your jaw drops—wait. You hadn’t even been answering his question- and yet Sukuna was chuckling darkly to himself as if you had. As if his poor, cockdrunken wife was babbling nonsense and he had to simply fuck you through it.

With every drag of his veiny cocks, he’s making your body twitch in such pleasure. His size was incredible. His size was making you drivel out a waterfall of saliva- the thickest plump tips that shoved aside your pussylips to maze in and out, in and out, in and out.

Crying out because you’d never felt anything like this before- “I meant because you’re too- hngh, fuck.”

“Wrong answer again.”

Yet another piiiiinch that leaves your body shaking, throat wrecking with tears. He was fucking you hard and fast, in dizzying thrusts- each of his length slipping n’ sliding across each other and along your walls. 

You’re noticing that Sukuna’s upper shaft was slightly longer than his lower stacked shaft - and that particular positioning left your g-spot assaulted in two consecutive ba-dumps! that left you maddened. Zaps of pleasure running up your spine, “It’s not the wrong answer, Kuna, it’s just-”

“That’s not the right answer either.” His rugged fingertips were just ruthless on your clit, pinching and this time—draaaaagging out until you see stars. “Hmmm m’not hearing anything~”

“S’because—” You hiccup, “-too big!”

“What was that?”

“Y-you’re just too big, Kuna-” Gasping out the answer—finally. It’s what you’d been wanting to say for so long, since the very moment he’d untied his robe and you’d been met face-to-lengths with each massive erection of his. “You can’t wear the- ngh, protections because you’re too big-”

“Hmmm…” He puffs out in sultry amusement behind you.

It clouds against the back of your neck- and to your relief, you find that his mean digits aren’t pinching your clit once more. Instead, he’s only pushing aside your legs to shovel even harder. 

Harder and harder.

The raw feeling of his vein-covered cock- he managed to push apart your velvety walls with each girth of his. It was just your favorite pattern - that lightning bolted pattern - molding against your snug channel. “I-I’m correct, aren’t I?” You’re throwing your head back to ask him, “You can’t because- ngh, because you’re so big? Both of you? Because it’ll never fit?”

“Mhmm—” Sukuna’s chest heaves with a guttural groan, and he’s rutting up a few more jerky thrusts. Hard and thorough. Almost aggressive. “Nope.”

Your heart drops, “Wh-what?”

And before he answers, he manhandles you into an even tighter full nelson. Resting both swirlin’ tips aaaaall the way into the back of your spongy cervix, letting them push there in two double smooches. “Wrong answer.”

Then he plants just the meanest, the sharpest spank on your pussy.

Right on top of your puckered folds, and the electric pleasure wracks through your every vein. “My wife- so cute when you’re heh- fucked dumb on my cock.” He’s groaning out, watching each thickened erection pushes in between those swollen lips. “I mean- yeah, those things won’t fuckin’ it anyway. But don’tcha know the real reason that I don’t wear those fuckin’ rubbers?”

“Wh-why?”

“Why?” Deep inside, he pours out in clingy wads of pre. His crimson eyes narrowing, “Because who else is gonna fuck you pregnant, woman?”

He was fucking an heir into you.

He was trying to breed you-

What use was any silly contraception if his goal was to fill you up till you overspilled in the first place? Your body jolts- because if you thought that Sukuna was fucking you like a madman earlier, then you were sorely mistaken. Because right now he was usin’ your body like a damn ragdoll, both of his thickened tips swabbing away into each spot. 

And you’re stuck in a dilemma that bounces your hips as if you’re trying to run away, almost as if you’re trying to fuck back down for more, more, more—

“And you better get ready-” Fourth hand pressing down on the two cylindrical outlines bulging atop your stomach, he chuckles. “-because the babies in my family are reeeeeal big.”

“H-have mercy?”

“Hah.”

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The lady apothecary, Mrs. Tanaka, is summoned to the estate at once the very next day. It is said that she is given the largest sum for service in the entire land, personally gifted by the infamous King of Curses for a task which she was not to utter to a single soul.

Making one that actually fits.

♡ INO TAKUMA - Again and again

“I just want you so baaaaad, pretty…” Ino was practically slurring against the front of your pussylips, your swollen folds splatterin’ out such a pretty gloss of slick across his mouth.

They were all swollen and pink with desire, the friction causing the skin ‘round his mouth to sting just a little- but that didn’t mean that Ino Takuma was stopping. That didn’t mean that he was going to unlatch himself from your dewy cunt.

Curly edge of his tastebuds slippin’ between your pussylips and juuuust pushing in to stretch out your hole. His tongue was just the perfect girth - thick enough that it leaves you reeling, slender n’ flexible enough that he can easily glide in and out.

Slurpin’ up the white wads of cum that he’d left over from rounds before, those droplets enter onto his tongue and end up at his throat. The ridges of his tastebuds leave you so damn sensitive, ticklin’ your every favorite spot - he’d mapped them out by now.

He’d been flapping his mouth away stupidly between your legs for what felt like hoooours now. Drunk on your pussy. Drunk on you. “Mmmm, p-please, sweetness—fuck, you’re so sweet.” He’s whimpering as you squeeze your thighs around his sweaty brown locks, “Fuck, I just wanna fuck your cunt again. Can I, pretty? Can I, please?”

“Again, Taku?” You’re asking in surprise, blinking away the tears in your eyes. “But we’ve been at it for some time now, are you sure you can-”

“Yes.” He’s never answered anything faster in his life. 

And in but a mere few minutes, Ino’s straightening his toned body up and hovering above you. And with but a mere few strokes- he has his plump, pinkish tip stuffed inside.

“N-ngh—” Ino’s entire body shakes with filthy shivers, and the cutest whimper leaves him the moment he’s feeling your raw cunt. He doesn’t think he’ll ever manage to get used to such a heavenly feeling, it’s as if you’re enveloping him so hot and soft- “Yeahhh, th-that’s what I’m talking about-”

“All talk but are you sure you can handle it?” You smile up at your ruined boyfriend in amusement.

His tawny brows furrow, “Of course I can- why do you think I—fucking hell.” Because just then you’re clenching your sopping lips around him and the sorcerer’s voice breaks.

Shatters.

Just like his sanity, which makes him plunge into your gooey depths as if he was out of control. Just a singular, choppy strike that presses on the area of your g-spot like a button. You could feel the curvature of his cockhead right at your very throat, scouring in deeeeep. “What are you saying, Taku?”

And it takes him a few more hammers before he can actually pull himself together, before he can actually perhaps try to string together a few words. But could you blame him? The raw feeling of your pussy was just too fucking good…“Oh, I was just saying—hck!” All for that progress of regaining his mind to be thrown out at the very next tight clench of your cunt, “Oh fuck, now that’s just unfair, sweetness…”

“What’s unfair?” Fluttering your lashes innocently up at him.

He furrows his brow, blushing just a little- you didn’t realize that your mere expressions had such an impact on him like this. “That thing you do-”

You clench again and his breath hitches, “What thing?”

“Th-that thing—” Voice reaching an almost pleading degree, hips reaching such a feverpoint. He sounded as if he was all but breaking. On the verge of it.

“What-”

“That.” Ino’s teeth grit, and he’s almost growling out the word through them. Hips snapping to yours—

The next time you’re clenching ‘round his rovering shaft, it’s because of the sheer force with which he was slamming into your cervix. Rotund surface of his tip opening up your womb, his twitchy balls hitting the front of your cunt- “That thing- that.” Even though you hadn’t even been trying to tease him this time, your boyfriend’s punishing your pussy with a few more vicious slams. Even more so. “Th-that thing you do with your- ngh, cunt should just be illegal-”

“But why does it-”

“Because it can fucking break a man, that’s why.”

“Oh…” Your mouth can only drop hopelessly agape as he keeps pumping his cock into you like a madman now, the constant thrashings of his inches making you dizzy. Stupid. And he was just as sensitive to you.

Solid and heavy. Spreadin’ your walls apart and scouring every ounce of space inside you, before you know it he has one thumb plastered onto your folds. He pries them apart and uses the pressure to push his shaft even deeper inside, “I-I love you, sweetness.” It’s only after saying such sweet words does Ino purse his lips and spit straight down on your cunt. “I love you, but y-you have to stop squeezing me with your pussy like that. Once more and m’gonna fucking cum-”

“But m’not even trying to-” You gasp.

“Not even trying to ruin me?” Breathy and broken as if he couldn’t even believe what you were saying right now, “You’re ruining me with this pussy and not even trying to?”

You’re looking up into his big, teary eyes and shaking your head slowly. “N-not quite, Taku-”

He whines, “Then I better teach slutty pussy a lesson.”

But you’re realizing wondering which one of you was being taught—and what exactly. In just a few sloppy strokes, Ino’s emptying his swollen balls out into your tight channel. It fills up so easily with the ivory wads of seed that take over every inch, splashin’ hot and wet inside of you and out. Ropey stripes of cum that glaze your walls in a second skin.

His bulging tip pushes in each wad, fucking them all the way to the back of your womb.

So much of it.

Again and again, you think you might feel the waves of your high as well.

Ino’s toned v-line slips against the puddle of slick that you were drooling out, glued by the sheen of white that coats both your bodies. And his nose crinkles in embarrassment at the fact. In shyness. “That…that wasn’t the lesson.”

You giggle, “I’m sure?”

And he pulls a few of his solid inches out with a soaked squeeelch! eyeing down the white glaze that coats his shaft. The way that it smeared down the outer area of your pussy- he remembers just how they felt on his raw lips.

Ino gulps, “Can we go again?”

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The elderly cashier gawks as Ino puts a box of condoms on top of her counter- which wouldn’t have been particularly notable had it not been for the fact that he places another one next to it. 

And another one.

And another one.

And another one and another one-

“You…” She starts, eyes flickering between the boxes and the blushing young man. She peers over the counter and through the window, because outside the convenience store was you- “And this is all for…the two of you?”

“Yes.” Ino chokes out, still placing just about half the hygiene aisle in front of him. “I have a certain…problem, you see.”

“A problem?”

“I need to wear at least five or I can’t handle her.”

“Oh.”

♡ GOJO SATORU - INFINITY

“I don’t think that’ll work, Toru.”

“I think it will.”

“I don’t think it will-”

“I think it will.” He’s staring down at you with those pretty blue eyes of his, twinkling in the way they did whenever Gojo Satoru got up to no good. “But…there’s only one way to find out, right?”

And you supposed you couldn’t argue with that logic.

Less than an hour later you find yourself with your back plastered against Gojo’s bedsheets- your legs on his broad shoulder, your head throwing back into the pillows as he presses his plump cocktip between your pussylips.

Just slooooowly lining down the middle of that cute crevice that just kept on leakin’ your hot syrup, it coats his shaft slowly and Gojo groans. “I think- I think it’s working, sweetheart.”

“Satoru, I can feel your cock- ngh, raw.” And you didn’t want to admit to your cocky boyfriend that it might just be the best thing you’ve ever felt. Gojo’s cock was just as pretty as he was - a large roundish tip blushed all pink, smoothing between your sensitive folds. Uuuuup and down, up and down merely outlining your slit. “I don’t think it’s working-”

“Shhh shh—” He hushes out - ironic coming from him. “Things like this take time, my girl. They take time.”

“But just how long—?”

“Impatient girl.” Chuckling, just too cute how needy you were for his aching hot erection. He was rock-hard and fleetingly pressing against your entrance, “Just a little longer.” And you’d roll your eyes if you weren’t so caught up in your arousal - because this was the very same mantra that he’d been spouting since he’d first suggested this ‘experiment’. Teasing at your cunt. Rovering the first inch of his cock along your outer pussy- but not inside just yet. “Almost there—aaaaalmost there.”

Bucking. 

And just then he’s attempting to rut between your legs- only to pull back with a teasing kiss at your hole. One that makes you moan above the lecherous slurps that sound, “I s-swear to god, Satoru. If you won’t just stop this madness and fuck me-”

“Done.”

And it’s just then that you’re feeling a sudden pressure between your legs- not one of an intrusion, but more like the atoms around that saturated air had suddenly charged up with electricity.

And The Strongest was sliding his thick, cursed energy-covered cock into your hole—grinning at the expression of awe that smears across your face. “Y-yeahhhhh, sweetheart, can you feel me?” Gojo hoarsely echoes at the back of his throat, breath hitching once he snaps his hips- “Can you feel the way your pussy’s stretchin’ all around me? Can you feel the way that pretty cunt of yours shivers because she’s so glad to see me?”

“I…” Just fucked speechless simply from the way that he was easing inside. Because Gojo always did have an incredible size to him - a swollen girth that molded your walls to him, so many numerous veins running down his side to massage your favorite spots. “Y-yes, Toru, I can—fuck.”

But you don’t think he’s even hearing a word you’re saying let alone registering them- in no time he’s plunging in a few more slick-soaked inches. He looks at you through his ethereal ivory bangs, eyes wide, grin crazed. “Can you feel the infinity around my cock?”

“Oh—!” With your back arching into a perfect curve, you grip onto the sheets covering the king-sized mattress- practically ripping them out of where they were tucked. “Yes- fuck yes, I can feel it.”

Because this was the entire experiment.

This was what Gojo had been bickering with you about, what Gojo had been dying to try out with you- whether he could fuck your pussy raw without actually fucking your pussy raw (not that he’d be opposed to it, but what use was being The Strongest if he couldn’t even experiment with his powers?)

He had cursed energy coating down the loooong inches of his shaft, each one roverin’ deep into your depths with his cockhead acting like the spotlight. Upturning your every bundle of nerves. Spearing aside either side of your gummy walls. Making your body crackle with the pleasure of having his jujutsu zap you from the inside.

It felt like his already-agonizing cock was covered in a vibration, bzzz-bzzz-bzzzzing away across your walls. Stimulating even your hidden sweet spots- “Good.” He grins.

“I c-can’t believe it’s actually working.” You’re panting, taking one of Gojo’s hands and guiding it down your front. “Can you feel it? Fuck, s’like you’re vibrating me from the inside-”

“Feel it?” He titters, blue eyes almost glowing in the dim lighting of the bedroom. “Oh, sweetheart, I can see it.”

And because of the extra padded layer on his erection, Gojo was even girthier inside of you. Even bigger. Even more ruinous. Whenever he was glidin’ past a sensitive spot, it was impossible not to push against it and make you see stars.

The edges of his eyes spark with slight blue bolts of lightning, narrowing his gaze down at your womb. You wonder whether Gojo even realized that he was using his Six Eyes on you like this- “Can see the way your pussy is just so greeeedy- take a moment to breathe gal, you’re sucking me in so needily.” Without warning he slaps! one set of his fingertips down on your throbbing clit- and you’re shocked to find that he’d even coated his digits in a thin layer of cursed energy to send pleasure up your spine. “Can see the way your cute lil’ g-spot waits for me to kiss ‘er- can see the way you- ngh, stretch out so wiiiiiiidely because of my infinity- yeah. You like that, my girl?”

“Yes- yes yes yes—” You’re throwing your arms around his neck, playing with the curly white hairs at Gojo’s nape. “Yes, Toru, it feels so good.”

“And my experiment was successful.” He hums smugly.

You roll your eyes- more like roll them to the back of your head, that is. “But how’s that gonna work when I want you to ngh- cum in me, Satoru?”

And that makes Gojo Satoru’s mouth drop a little. That makes him falter just a bit-

“Oh.”

For perhaps the first time in his life.

“Oh.” And then all you’re feeling is a sudden sharp strike straight to your g-spot—and then doooown to meet your spongy womb with his tip. It’s the first time that he’s bottoming out tonight: his pink hilt being swallowed up by your entrance, his slightly unruly happy trail scraping your clit and making you whine. 

And that’s all that it takes for Gojo Satoru’s infinity to shatter.

And he’s then inside you completely exposed and raw.

Exposed and raw.

Raw. 

Powerful body hunching, sweaty forehead pushing into your neck, his mouth parting open with a little whimper—“Oh, f-fuck.” Gojo’s managing out, before he’s then rutting his hips into you like a madman. Probin’ his ruddied cockhead into the cutest spots inside you, he’s then pounding you into the mattress so hard that his pink length looked like nothing but a blur between your thighs. Hard enough that the skin ‘round the area of his pelvis starts burning red, and he was bruising his puckered tip against every spot inside you. “Oh fuck oh fuck oh- oh fuck.”

“Shit, your infinity-” You gasp, tears springing to your eyes at the pressure. He might not have the infinity around his length anymore, but he was still smacking your pussy with his energy-covered digits. Driving you wild. “Toru, it-”

“Sh-shattered.”

You feel a sudden wetness on the inner part of your neck - and it takes you a few drilling strokes to realize that you’d just made Gojo Satoru cry at the heavenly raw texture of your pussy. Big, bulbous tears that wet your skin.

When he pulls away his blotchy tear-stained face, he peers down at you with pouty lips. Merely staring into your heart-shaped pupils was enough to make his thick length twitch inside of you. “Like all good experiments…”

“Yes, baby?”

“Can we have twenty five trials?”

It was going to be a looooong night.

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The keys to the convenience store jingled, their last hum of goodbye before it was closed for the night. No products to ring up, no inventory to take, no more customers-

“Please-” 

Or, at least, there were supposed to be no more customers.

Mrs. Tanaka’s slowly turning around at the voice, brows raise at the sheer desperation in your voice. She knew you from the few times you’d come here, and she’s just about to ask what happened when- “Please, are you just about to close? Can I just buy one thing- I’ll be so quick, I promise!” Because a certain impatient someone was waiting for you at home…

“Why, of course! Are you alright, my dear?” She’s unlocking the store and flicking on the light. Using it to eye you up and down: the way your clothes were askew, your hair a mess, your neck dotted with…some sort of strange marks? Only when you nod does she continue, “What did you need to buy?”

You gulp.

♡ HIGURUMA HIROMI - Never Have I Ever?!

KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK—!

“Come in.”

In Higuruma Hiromi’s law firm, even the opening of a door sounds as sensible and as efficient as it can be. The clicking noise rings throughout the barren office and into the night, only two people in the department by this hour of overtime - you…and your hot boss.

“I’ve faxed the papers to Shiu Kong’s firm, sir.” You’re smiling at your dark-haired boss, who somehow manages a tired smile back. “Is there anything else you’d like for me to do?”

“No, that should be the entirety of it- thank you, angel.” Higuruma responds in his dreamily deep tone, “And my apologies for keeping you so late, you can take the day off if you’re not feeling up to it tomorrow.”

“Of course I’d be feeling up to it, sir.” You don’t mention that a large part of why you had impeccable attendance was because of your boss- honestly, you’d be happy coming into work just to ogle him. But you couldn’t quite say that out loud.

So instead you’re rounding the large table in his office, that golden name plate glinting on top of it. You’re placing a few important documents down beside him- even though they really could have been an email. “Are you sure there isn’t anything else you’d like for me to do, sir?”

His dark brows furrow, “We’ve done all of our workload and more- what exactly do you…”

“It’s just…you look so tired, sir. I hope you’re not overworking yourself- a good work-life balance is important, you know!” You dip, enough that the satin hem of your blouse dips juuust a tad. “Do let me know if there is anything I can do to help.”

“I…” And for the first time since you’ve walked through the law firm’s doors, you have the privilege of seeing Higuruma Hiromi speechless. 

“And by that I mean anything.”

Less than a few minutes later, you’re straddling Higuruma on his luxurious work chair- ass quiverin’ as you hover it above his rock-hard erection, pussylips sliiiiiding up and down the top of his shaft. The attorney was gripping onto the armrests of his chair, so hard that his knuckles were starting to turn white.

Why did he seem so…runied. 

“Fuh-fuck.” Black strands of his bangs fall onto his forehead as he throws his head forwards, burying into the crook of your neck. “What’re you waiting for, angel? Just put it in. Just fucking take me-”

“You’re burning up, Hiromi.” You coo, partially in genuine concern. Even from this position you could feel the pure feverish heat that was radiating off of him, leaving Higuruma’s body slicked in slight perspiration. He’s been like this ever since you had suggested this little…activity to blow off some steam. 

Interestingly enough, you’re leaning in even closer to place the back of your palm on his forehead- accidentally grazing your tender folds down his cocktip. And it makes him flush even further- “Are you okay-”

“Don’t fucking ask me if I’m okay.” Higuruma utters, his voice cracking with a plead that you never thought you’d hear from such a man. Such desperation. “Don’t ask me if I’m okay and just put it in- please, just let me feel that soft pussy.”

“Sh-shit—” You’re elongating your whines, feeling the man underneath you start to rut up. To lift off of the padding of the chair to probe his cock down your naked cunt.

“Just let me taste you with my raw cock- let me kiss you there.” He’s gnawing down on the back ends of his teeth and begging with you. “Just let me feel you-”

“Fuck-” You’re yelping as his thick tip plunges between your pussylips and vertically into your entrance.

“Just let me fucking feel you.” He sounds as if he was breaking, as if he was about to burst into smithereens if he could not feel your heavenly channel. And you never ever thought in your wildest dreams that you’d have Tokyo’s best layer speaking to you like this—“Let me fucking feel you I’m begging-”

“Begging.” You repeat that very word, so satisfying coming from his lips. The realization hitting you all at once- experimentally, you ride back on his bulging tip and find that only visibly shatters the man even more. “Hiromi, have you never fucked raw-”

“No.” A calm answer. Firm. Final. Though the way he was moving inside of you is anything but- “I’ve never- I’ve never. Raw…” Gasping as if he was in disbelief, “I’m fucking you—raw, angel.”

You bite back a smile, “I can tell—”

“Oh, you smart mouth.”

Without warning, his thickened inches are just swirin’ inside your pussy- tunneling inside, stirring up every cute orifice. He was fucking you just the way he did his work, all meticulous and patient. He’s fucking you in loooooong languid thrusts just to fit inside, and the purposeful tempo is one that had you feeling Higuruma all the way at your throat.

“Raw-” He’s repeating once more, like he was nothing but a broken record player on replay. The sexiest breathy moans, “I-I’m fucking you raw-” Peering up at you, almost for confirmation. “I’m seriously fucking you raw, honey-”

“Of- hah, of course, you are.”

“Of course I am.” Higuruma rolls his darkened eyes up at you, holding you in by the waist and slamming his toned hips up into yours. Perhaps a mistake - the best mistake he’s ever made in his goddamn life, because the feeling of your clingy walls is just incredible.

Is just making him dizzy to feel how much you were squeezin’ him like crazy, how much you were trying to suck him back in. He finches once he hits a particularly nice spot inside you and it makes you clamp down hard enough for him to see stars- “Of- of course I am. And you have no fucking idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.”

Your eyes snap open in interest, “How…long?”

“Ever since you walked in through those damn building doors in that slutty skirt of yours.” Higuruma bites back a grunt at the words that just kept on pouring from his mouth, “Fuck- why’d I say that. It’s almost like I can’t even control—fuck.” 

Can’t control just about anything he does. Just about the way he’s scourin’ every inch of your insides and pinpointing it with his dribbles of pre, your limbs shivering at the feeling. You tighten your legs at his hips and gasp- “Well- well you’re in luck because I’ve felt the very same- shit.” He’s cutting you off with a thorough slash down your cervix, almost as if Higuruma couldn’t bear it when you talked like this. He honestly doesn’t even think he could bear the sound of your pretty, whining voice at this point unless he wanted to cream himself stupid-

“Careful.” He trundles, something dangerous in his tone. Higuruma’s speeding up his slitherin’ thrusts until his cock looked like nothing but a blur. “Or else you’re gonna end up pregnant, honey.”

And when you end up cumming, it’s with those exact words in mind.

At just the feeling of him all hot and raw and needy for you.

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It’s past midnight when Mrs. Tanaka is making her last round of convenience store deliveries for the day - this one was some last minute delivery to some law firm. She rarely took such endeavors on, but this one had the largest tip she’s ever seen in her entire life. And she was rather lucky that there was a security guard downstairs to let her inside the barren building (the delivery instructions stated that no one else must see what’s inside).

How…interesting.

Especially considering that the entire department she was walking into seemed empty, especially considering that who answers the door to the singular office with lights on is a very dishevelled Higuruma- and you, especially considering that the sole thing being delivered right now was—

Condoms.

Sex still hangs in the air, and you could barely even walk to the door to take the delivery. Higuruma just as dazed.

She didn’t have to look inside the room to know what had just transpired.

“Why, thank you, Mrs. Tanaka.” You beam, knowing fully well what was inside. “We really do appreciate the effort- really. Especially considering the time.”

“Mhm, we appreciate it quite a bit.” Higurma throws an arm over your shoulder, pulling you into his side. Mrs. Tanaka notes that his tie was put on wrong. “Don’t we, honey?”

You look up at him with starry eyes, “We do. Not that we…need them any time soon, however.”

The older woman sighs.

Maybe she should close that damn convenience store and retire.

A/N. Wrap it before you tap it babygirls!!