Satoru’s Pregnant Wife Who Can’t Keep Her Hands Off Him. You’re Far Along Now, And He Swears That

The weight of his gaze was almost unbearable as she knelt before him, every inch of her screaming with the need to be touched, praised, and filled. He pulled her close, his grip firm and possessive, and she shivered at the way he held her like she was something precious—something that belonged entirely to him.

“Such a good girl,” he murmured, his voice deep and laced with desire. “Look at you, always so ready for me. Do you know what I’ve been thinking about, kitten?”

She swallowed, her eyes wide and innocent, the words catching in her throat as she struggled to find her voice. “No, sir,” she managed to whisper, her heart racing at the intensity in his eyes.

“I’ve been thinking about how perfect you’d look carrying something of mine,” he continued, his hand trailing lower, teasing the soft skin of her stomach. “The thought of you full, so sweet and obedient, knowing you’re all mine… it drives me crazy.”

The way he said it sent a thrill of heat rushing through her, a mix of embarrassment and undeniable arousal pooling low in her belly. She had always loved the way he spoke to her—possessive, claiming, like she was something he had every right to mark and keep.

“Does that thought excite you, kitten?” he asked, his voice a rough whisper against her ear. “Being filled up, knowing you’re taking everything I give you? I want you to say it.”

“Yes, sir,” she breathed, her cheeks burning as she pressed closer to him. “I want it… I want to be filled.”

He chuckled, the sound dark and satisfied, like she’d given him exactly what he wanted. “That’s my good girl. So eager to please, so desperate to be mine in every way. You’d let me fill you up, wouldn’t you? Take every bit of me without question.”

Her nod was frantic, her body trembling with the need to be touched, claimed, made his in the most primal way. “Yes… please, sir. I want it so bad.”

His hand moved to her waist, pulling her flush against him, the promise of what was to come hanging heavily in the air. “I’m going to give you exactly what you’ve been begging for,” he said, his voice dripping with authority. “And you’re going to thank me for it, aren’t you? You’re going to show me how grateful you are to be my good, obedient little kitten.”

She whimpered, eyes squeezing shut as his words washed over her, the heat between them nearly overwhelming. “Thank you, sir… thank you,” she gasped, her head spinning with the weight of his praise.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his tone both commanding and full of dark promise. “Now let’s see how well you can take everything I give you.”

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JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY.

↳ JJK MEN: HOW THEY FUCK YOU WHEN THEY'RE JEALOUS

↳ feat. satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami, choso kamo, yuta okkotsu

cw: 18+ only, nsfw, overstimulation (f!), dick drunk, orgasm delay (f!), riding, semi-exhibitionism, spanking, teasing, dom! geto, soft dom! nanami, breeding, body worship, pleasure dom! choso, unprotected sex, creampie, marking, oral (f!), fingering (f!), facesitting (f!), marking (f!), geto uses the term "monkeys," degradation (slut) in geto's blurb, ijichi and ino mentioned in gojo's and choso's blurbs respectively, a/n: the only way to read the title is to the tune of olivia rodrigo's song. also its my first time writing yuta - be gentle.

SATORU GOJO | overstimulation, dick drunk, orgasm delay

jealous of laughing at another's joke

"T-Toru, ngh, please, I can't—" and you're only met with a laugh, his lips pressed against your neck, as his cock continued to fuck you.

How many times had you cum? You had lost count. Your cunt was soaked with your release, along with your thighs and his cock, slipping down his skin as he fucked you hard and fast.

He was relentless, maybe limitless, especially today.

"You can handle it, sweetheart, know this little cunt can take it," he's grunting, as his fingers dig into your plush thighs, "haven't broken this pussy yet," and you couldn't bring yourself to be concerned about the "yet" as he brought you to cum yet again, and you were sure if every word hadn't been fucked out of your brain— it had now.

Your eyes were glazed over, fucked out, as you stared up at him, as only pauses a moment, to press your thighs to your chest, "gonna fuck you right, baby, gotta kiss your womb," and you're whining, and he's only pistoning in deeper, "not so funny now huh?" he's hissing as you grow even fuckin' tighter — how was that possible?

"what are you—" and you whine as his tip grazes even deeper, and you're sure he's somehow fucking your stomach now, "are you jealous of Ijichi?"

"Don't say his name," he gives a particularly rough thrust of his hips to punctuate his point, drawing another squeal from your lips, and yet he's the one who brings him up, "fuckin' laughing at his joke like I wasn't even there. He isn't funny. Nowhere as funny as me!" and you're already close again, tears pooling in your eyes, as you stammer.

Was he really that upset because you laughed at an old friend's bad joke?

"Toru, a-are you serious—" and he's slowing down now to a tortuous pace, as you whimper, "baby, he just made a joke, I was being polite," you can't even laugh at how ridiculous it is with how badly you want to cum.

"Only i'm supposed to see that smile, that laugh," and he's teasing you with the tip of his cock now, dragging it in teasing circles around your clit, "you're mine, mine to make smile, make to make laugh, mine to fuck," and he's fucking you again, bottoming out in one thrust, "say it, baby, tell me who you belong to,"

And your back is arching, throat raw as you tell him just how much he owns you, as you orgasm for the nth time, and he's not far behind, his hot release spurting into your needy cunt, as he fucks it only deeper.

"Toru," you moan again, "Toru, fuck," you murmur, fucked dumb by his dick, as you both come down from your highs, "were you really that jealous of—"

And he only pouts, pressing his lips to yours again, "Don't say his name," and he's pressing needy kisses to your neck, as he pulls out, your mixed cum leaking out, before he's slipping two fingers in, pulling another moan from your lips, "by the time I'm done with you, you won't even remember his name."

SUGURU GETO | riding, semi-exhibitionism, dom!geto, spanking, degradation (slut)

jealous of you talking about someone else

"Princess, you can do better than that," Suguru is clicking his tongue, as you split yourself open on his cock, warm walls squeezing all too deliciously around his already drenched dick, as only whines and pants left your kiss ruined lips, "gonna have to be quieter than that if you don't want someone else to hear—"

He had you riding him in a side room of a temple he used often to collect money, some his other followers congregated in the room over to hear him "preach of the new world." Bullshit that he fed to monkeys that made them full and happy and complacent -- but right now, he had something else that was making you feel so full.

"C'mon baby, ride me like you mean it," he coos, and his hand is coming down on your ass with a mean spank to your already sore ass, heat blooming from the impact, "you certainly had plenty of effort when you were sweet-talking those damn monkeys, didn't you?"

"Sugu, I was just trying to help," you whine, as his hips snap against yours, making you squeal, as he finds his way even deeper into your already fucked out cunt, "I just was--"

"You were flirting," he hisses, as his hands find their way to your hips, forcing you to meet his upward thrusts, as your hands cover your mouth to muffle your moans, "you love this, love it when I fuck you like this, think you want them to see you like this, grinding on my cock like a slut," you whine, but his words only makes your sweet cunt give a telltale clench around his dick, "that's it — you can lie, but your princess cunt can't, baby,"

"Sugu, please 'm close—can't—" and his hands are pulling back, letting you do all the work, and you do, fucking yourself stupid on his cock, the wet squelch of your pussy ringing in your ears — so loud, you can't understand why someone hasn't burst into the room yet— but you can't bring yourself to care, when you're so fuckin' close to cumming.

"That's it, fuck, s'good for me," and he's pulling your hands away from your mouth, letting your moans resonate and fill the room, as he watches a white ring of your cum form around the base of his cock, as he grunts, dick twitching as your walls cream around his cock, "now moan my name as you cum so these goddamn monkeys know whose cock you're bouncing on."

KENTO NANAMI | soft!dom, breeding, hair pulling

jealous of running into an ex

"Did he ever make you feel this good?" Kento's question murmured against your neck, as he presses soft kisses to your neck, dragging his leaking tip against your aching cunt, "did he love you like I did?" And his fingers sneak under your head, making your neck arch as he tugged your hair.

"N-no, Kento, he didn't—"

"He certainly acted as if we were the same," he scoffed at the thought of your ex, the one you had dated before Kento, who had the audacity to approach the two of you today. Catching up with you and even touching your arm, as if your husband wasn't there, even ignoring him, until you introduced him. They had shook hands, and you knew Kento had squeezed his hand a little too hard, but now those same hands were gripping you softly — but firmly.

"He's nothing compared to you you're everything to me," and he's rewarding you with sinking his tip into your needy pussy, "ah, Kento, please stop teasing me," you whine, a noise leaving your throat that you didn't even know you could make.

"You're practically sucking me in, but did you do the same for that bastard?" he's dragging his cock up and down, driving you insane with how your walls squeezed, trying to pull him in, but he resisted every tempting contraction of your sweet cunt, "did you take him this well?" and his teeth graze against the soft skin of your neck, "did he make you beg for him?"

"Only you make me feel this good, only you, Kento, only you make me this needy, make this pussy so—" and he's sinking into you, slowly, torturously, but pleasurably — inch by inch, until he's bottoming out, but he doesn't move, not at first, "please, Kento, please—move—"

And he obliges you, thrusting into you, fucking you in earnest, his cock dragging against your walls with each snap of his hips agianst yours, "such a needy baby," he grunts, "your cunt is trying to hold onto me even as I pull out — is that how much you want my cock? Want me to fill you?"

You're nodding, moaning his name, as you meet his lips in messy kiss, all tongue and teeth, as he fucks you harder, "Look at me, baby," he orders, and your eyes flutter open, meeting his lust clouded gaze, making you all the more sensitive to his touch, "want you to watch me as I breed you," and you're groaning, pussy twitching at the thought, "how're you even tighter?" he grunts, "want me to breed you, don't you? Want me to fill you with my cum? Make you full with my children," and your head is thrown back, voice raw as you can only groan his name again and again.

"Kento, mmph, 'm s'close, can't,"

"Cum for me, baby, let me fill you," he's finding your lips in another sloppy kiss as you cum, hard, walls gripping him as he fucked you through your orgasm. And he's cumming too right behind you, filling your womb with his hot release, "good girl," he murmurs, pressing sweet kisses to your chest, "but if you think I'm done, we're far from finished," and he's pulling out slowly, before gathering his cum that leaked out on his fingers before slipping it back into your still sensitive cunt, "we're not going to be getting much sleep tonight, love."

CHOSO KAMO | body worship, pleasure dom, oral(f), squirting, implied oral (m!)

jealous of a fellow sorcerer flirting

"Cho-so! Nugh, please—" your fingers buried in his black locks, hair ties long since come loose from your tugging — and you're not even sure if you want to pull him closer, or push him away, "i can't—"

"I know you have more in you, my love," he's only murmuring against your sweet cunt, tongue flicking against your swollen clit, "need to feel you flood my mouth, need to taste every inch of you,” he’s re-doubling his efforts, his hot tongue dragging your gummy walls, making good on his promise, “sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted — how are you this perfect? How do I deserve you?” You look at him, nestled between your thighs, his lips and chin glossy with your release, tongue darting out to lick your pre from his lips.

“Choso, y-you do, I love you, only you,” and he’s peering up at you with a lidded gaze — but you see something else besides lust — insecurity lined his furrowed brow, and then it clicks, “you know that Ino was just being friend—"

But he’s burying his face back, fucking your cunt his his tongue, as his thumb teases your needy clit, your words falling away to pleasure.

“It wasn’t just friendly. He wants you. I know the lustful gaze of a man, especially one who wants what I have,” he mutters, as his teeth graze your inner thigh, drawing a gasp from your lips, “but how do I have the right to you? Half curse, half human — what am I really to have the right to be with you?” And then he bites your thigh, pulling a loud moan from your lips, “but I can’t help but want you.”

“I love you, only you, I don’t care what you are. I love everything about you because you’re mine. My Choso,” you manage between pants, as your fingers tug his hair to force him to meet your gaze — make him see the state he’s left you in — utterly fucked out with your chest rising and falling, your eyes glazed over with lust, “please, I need you—"

And that’s all he needs to redouble his errors, rubbing himself on the mattress below him, certainly soaking through his boxers and the sheets.

“Mmph, Choso, please, I’m—“ and his lips latch around your clit, sucking hard, until you squirt on his face, and he’s eagerly lapping up your release, as you moan his name. He’s slurping and swallowing your cum with lips quirked in a smile, his groans and grunts only making your cunt flutter around his tongue.

And he’s pulling away finally, an unspoken question on his lips whether he did well, and your only response is to pull him into a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips, before flipping him over. You kiss your way down his body, as you tug his boxers down to free his erection, tongue grazing the underside, making him groan.

You grin, “My turn.”

YUTA OKKOTSU | fingering (f!), marking, face sitting

jealous of an ex you just broke up with

“Yuta, please—" the last word comes out a squeal, as his calloused fingers tease the crotch of your shorts, a warm heat settling over your skin all at once but all too slowly — like the start of a wildfire.

"I told you I'd help you forget about him," he murmurs, his long and lithe fingers all too skilled, as they snap the waistband of your shorts against your skin, "he never deserved you - you're special, especially to me," and he's pulling down your shorts, until you're kicking them away at your feet.

And this fire had spread far too fast — especially with his fingers teasing your folds through your soaked panties.

“Still thinking about him?” Yuta asks softly, his words soft but not the intent, and he only sighs at your whine, "I'll have to do better for you then," and his fingers slip past your ruined underwear as they tug the fabric down your thighs, making butterflies bloom in your stomach before they surely burst into flames from the fire Yuta is brewing, as two fingers part your dripping folds, "already so wet? I've barely started,"

"Yuta," and he's pausing, as you try to form a sentence, but only comes out as a single word, "more," and his lips quirk into a smile.

"Of course," and he's fucking you open nice and slow, your pre slipping down his fingers onto your hardwood living room floor, "i've been wanting to do this for so long — has your ex ever done this for you?" and you only swallow, whining when he stops, only continuing when you shake your head, "you deserve so much, you deserve the world," and a third finger sinks into you, making you cry out his name, "that's it, love, let me make you feel good."

"Yuta, please," you moan, as his fingers drag against your needy cunt, as he noses the nape of your neck, placing wet kisses along your neck, before his teeth graze your sensitive skin, sucking and licking marks that surely will dot your skin the next day, "ah—"

"Mine," he murmurs, and that makes your cunt twitch around his fingers — god you were so close, so close—and that's right when he's pulling his fingers out.

"Yut—" and he's licking your release from his fingers, before he's tugging you into a bruising kiss, sticking his tongue out to meet yours in a messy kiss, before he's pulling you on top of him, wet cunt pressed against his chest, "what are you--"

"Sit on my face," he says, his pupils nearly completely dark as he meets your gaze, "i want to show you what you've been missing -- how you deserve to be treated," and the blood rushes to your face, as your head shakes no, but he can feel your pussy say yes -- walls squeezing around nothing, "please,"

"Yuta, you don't have to—" but he's unwavering in his gaze, "what if I crush you?"

"It wouldn't be the worst way to go — you know I did have a secret execution scheduled before," and you smack him, but he only catches you by the wrist and kisses each finger, licking your fingertips, sending heat right to your cunt, "let me make you feel good — better than he ever has," and now you realize what it is — it's jealousy.

So you settle above his face, your cheeks burning as you feel his breath warm your aching pussy, "don't worry," and he's helping you ease yourself onto his lips, and right before his tongue drags slowly along the length of your sopping cunt, "you won't remember your name, much less his, after this."

a/n: i just realized i used a similar line in gojo's and yuta's, but y'know what, like teacher like student. what was this? who knows? will i do something like this again? maybe.

☆ gojo is so big that you have to go slow with taking him otherwise he will break you. and he loves that fact—he’s so cocky about it, about how every aspect of him is so overwhelming to you that you can’t take his cock without crying.

and they’re good tears, tears that taste good on his tongue when he licks them from your cheeks. tears that spring hot in your eyes with every inch he manages into you—he’s too much, though at the same time you can never get enough of him.

“gonna finally take all of me tonight, baby?” he mocks you, grins at the way your eyes squeeze shut as he rubs at your clit in hopes of relaxing you a tad. “you know, i could flip us over.. let gravity do the hard work.”

you accept because it sounds good in theory. gojo flips you both over and lays on his back as you find purchase with your fingers splayed over his heaving chest. but being like this, with satorus pulsing dick still barely half inside of you, you realise gravity hates you.

because although you're dropping just that little bit further down on his cock, your legs are trembling like it's an effort to keep you off of him. and gojo, being the cocky man he is, takes hold of your hips and works you even further downwards onto his length.

"fuck," is all you can manage, he's painful and narcotic all in the same stroke and so deep inside of you that you swear he's in your stomach. you shake your head, "i can't. you're too big, im sorry."

satoru shakes his head, looks up at you with those lust-blown eyes of his and smiles. "you want me to pull out?"

and as he tries to pull you up and off his length, slow as not to hurt you, there's a look on his face that you can't miss. he's so pretty when he's plotting, but you're only given a second to admire him, because just as he's about to pull the tip of his aching cock out of you, he lets go of your hips.

and your legs fail you, your body collapses downwards and you, in turn, are impaled on his prodigious length once again. you could cry, you think you do—your cheeks are wet when you fall forwards and your gasp of shock is swallowed by gojo, who kisses you hungrily. his fingers dig into your hips as he smiles against your kiss.

you feel his cock twitch inside of you, deeper than you've ever been able to take him before, and you realise you're practically at the base. you've never felt so full... so good... so stretched out and overwhelmed. and when your boyfriend tests the waters and fucks up into you just a little, a breathy moan is drawn straight from your lungs.

"toru—"

"shh," he snaps his hips up again to stall your words. "finally gonna cum inside of you, baby, not pulling out until you're left just as full as you are now."

and if your lover is anything at all, it's a man of his words. you'll have to call in sick tomorrow.

contents: dilf!toji, fem reader, heavily implied age gap, he calls you sweetheart and kid, you call him sir, one use of daddy, size kink, breeding kink, creampies, squirting, slight degradation, praise, body worship, toji is a tit man, i'm sorry i am ovulating ok!! minors and ageless blogs do not interact wc: 1.9k

If your friends knew you were fucking the single dad who lives in the apartment next to yours, you’d never hear the end of it. 

But it’s not your fault. 

Toji is nice. He fixed your car for you once, when he found you outside of your building, panicking about how you were going to get to class in time. And then there was the one time when he helped you get your new table inside your apartment. You even watch his kid for him sometimes, when he gets a late shift at his job. 

He calls you sweetheart. You like it, though it made your friend cringe when she heard it after you coincidentally ran into him in the hallway. 

“He calls you that? That’s so old-school. Don’t you feel sorta uncomfortable?”

But you could never feel uncomfortable around Toji. Not when he fixes your leaking sink and offers to give you a ride to university whenever the roads are too slippery during wintertime.

“The roads aren’t safe,” he’ll mutter, eyeing your little Toyota Aigo.

“Did you even remember to get the tyres changed for winter?” he adds, and you’ll shake your head, feeling embarrassed.

No worries though, because Toji will drive you to class and neither of you will comment on the hand on your thigh during the ride. Maybe he has time to go get your tyres changed on the weekend. 

And you definitely do not feel uncomfortable when he knocks on your door one evening and tells you with a smirk that Megumi is sleeping over at some friend's place. So he has time to take a look at that flickery lamp you mentioned last week. 

“Thank you,” 

Your eyes are lidded, your cheeks stained with tears, and your hair is a mess. “Thank you, thank you, fuck, thank–”

Toji chuckles and leans down to press a wet kiss to your cheek, spit and tears mixing as he rests an elbow on each side of your head, caging you in underneath him. If anyone were to walk into your bedroom, they would only see Toji’s broad back and his hips pistoning into yours. You doubt they’d be able to see you, apart from your legs dangling over his shoulders. 

“You don’t have to thank me, sweetheart,” he rasps, his face mere inches from yours as he watches you carefully, taking in your knitted brows and the way your jaw falls open, as a lewd, borderline pornographic moan leaves you each time he bottoms out. “The pleasure is all mine.” 

His eyes travel down, watching the way your tits bounce with each thrust. He didn’t bother taking your tank top all the way off, only pulling it right above your tits so he could watch them in all their glory. He played with them earlier, till they were overly sensitive and soaked in spit. 

“Your tits are a sight for sore fucking eyes,” he mutters, giving you a particularly hard thrust just to watch your back arch and your body jolt. Your cunt squeezes around him, and his eyes flicker to yours, a grin stretching on his lips. “You like that, kid? Like when I praise you?” he asks. 

You sink your teeth into your lower lip and whine, all pretty and pouty, hating when he reminds you of how inexperienced you are compared to him. 

“I’m not a kid,” you mutter, and Toji scoffs in amusement. His eyes travel down again, this time all the way to where your bodies connect. He watches himself disappear in and out, enjoying the little bulge in your abdomen. 

“I’m so deep, aren’t I?” he says, and his tone is as teasing as ever. 

You huff. Toji isn’t just deep—the tip of his ridiculously large cock is practically bullying your cervix, sending sparks of pain and pleasure through your body. You’re so terribly wet that there’s a puddle of slick running down your ass and creating a wet spot underneath you. A white ring has formed around the base of Toji’s cock, sticking to you both when he bottoms out, and Toji can’t help himself when he brings a hand down to press on your stomach while his other arm wraps underneath your waist, forcing you to arch into him. 

“That’s it,” he praises as he feels you grow impossibly tight, his cock now abusing your sweet spot as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. The sounds that leave you are obscene. It’s all babbled nonsense, praises and thank you’s and fuck, sir, feels so good, fucking me so good, thank you, thank you, oh my god—

Your sweaty bodies stick together, the back of your thighs pressing against Toji’s stomach as you go mute, your jaw going slack in a silent scream. Toji pulls back slightly so he can look at you, watching the way your eyes roll to the back of your head. He grabs your arms, once again settling with an elbow on each side of your head while his hands hold your arms above your head. 

“Good”, thrust “fucking,” thrust “girl,” Toji says through gritted teeth. He keeps eye contact as best as possible (at least when your pupils aren’t disappearing in the back of your skull) while he completely rearranges your guts, stretching you thin around his thick length. “You’ve been aching for this, haven’t you?” 

You can’t reply. At this point, you’re just taking whatever he’s giving you, your toes curling and your legs slightly shaking. 

“You think I can’t hear?” he asks, slapping your cheek lightly, bringing you somewhat back to earth. “Think I can’t hear when you bring those loser college boys home?”

“I might be old, but I’m not deaf, sweetheart,”

You mewl. You know the walls are thin. It doesn’t make it better that the wall your bed is up against is connected to Toji’s bedroom on the other side. You didn’t think he’d hear.

Or maybe some secret perverted part of you hoped he did. 

“I’ve heard the way you moan when they fuck you,” he says, and at this point his thrusts are punishing as he snaps his hips into yours, pressing your bodies together, and making the headboard bang into the wall. The very wall that keeps your bedrooms separated. “Tell me if I’m wrong, kid, but you sound much more fucked out right now.”

He wants to say that you sound more genuine as well. But that would mean he’d have to admit to lying awake at night, listening to your pathetic, little moans as some sweaty, hormonal boy laid on top of you. He hates the way he’s imagined countless times how you sound when you’re drowned in pleasure. How it would be to fuck you dumb.

How it is you sound right now. 

But his imagination could never live up to the real thing. Not in a million years. Your moans are like music to his ears, clouding up his thoughts and making his dick hurt with how hard he is.

“What is it you always say,” Toji muses, leaning down and nipping at your earlobe. “Harder, fuck me harder,” he repeats, and you let out a wretched sob, trashing underneath him as you feel the buildup in your abdomen, while simultaneously feeling embarrassed that he heard all that.

“Say it for me, kid,” Toji breathes in the scent of your hair, waiting.

“Harder,” you gasp, hot tears rolling down your cheeks as your toes curl. “Fuck me harder, please, sir, I want to come.”

Toji groans, and you feel his dick twitch inside you. He grabs the back of your head and makes you look at the way he bullies his thick cock inside your cunt. 

“You see that,” he asks, both of you fixated on the sinful sight. “Taking my dick like the perfect little cocksleeve,”

“Gonna come,” you gasp, digging your nails into his biceps as you grab him for leverage. The headboard bangs against the wall louder. You’re bound to get complaints from your other neighbors, though you can’t bring yourself to care. 

Your orgasm builds and builds and builds, and you try to get away from the immense pleasure, and Toji’s punishing cock, but you’re inevitably brought to the edge when he thumbs your clit. 

You spray him soon after, squirting all over his abdomen as you reach heaven. Black dots cloud your vision, and you cry out, hitting his shoulders when he keeps fucking you. 

“You’re perfect,” 

Toji whistles, and his hips stutter at how tight you get. You’re practically begging for a creampie at this point, but luckily Toji isn’t stingy, as he buries himself deep inside you and shoots copious amounts of cum, painting your insides white. You almost come again at the feeling, though you’re ready to pass out, fully content with the proper dicking down you just received. 

You grab him, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

“Thank you, daddy,” you hum. There isn’t a single intelligent thought running through your head other than how good Toji is to you. Toji huffs at the slip of a new nickname, though he doesn't complain. He makes a mental note in the back of his head, to ask you about it later. Megumi probably wouldn’t mind a little sibling if you want it so bad. 

He pulls out, though he’s still hard, and watches his cum spill out of you. It’s a lovely sight really, and he can’t help but consider a second round, unable to deny the fact that it would only be right to fuck his cum right back into you. 

Just for good measure.

Naive girls like you deserve to be creampied. You practically beg for it, honestly, with your tempting body and your pretty sparkly eyes, always looking at him like he has the answer to everything. It’s only right to stuff you full and fuck your brains out, Toji reasons, as he rubs the head of his cock on your clit. 

He slips in again, ignoring your tiny protest when he begins to grind his hips into yours. You moan and grab his hair, running your fingers through dark locks and kissing the scar on his lips. 

“Kiss me, please,” you mutter, and Toji obliges, pressing his lips to yours properly this time, sucking on your tongue, and fucking you slow and nice. You moan and gasp and whine. It all sounds so very pretty that it makes Toji’s teeth ache with how lovely you are. 

“Feel good, kid?” Toji asks, and you nod, moaning into his ear and sucking on his neck. 

“Feels so good. Mmmh, love your cock so much, sir,” you babble, pushing your hips up to meet his pace. 

“Pretty baby just needed a real man,” Toji chuckles. “You’ve been craving a proper cock, haven’t you? Probably got so tired of bringing home useless college dude after college dude.”

You whine at the thought, nodding your head. 

“Pretty girls like you need real men, though. You deserved to be fucked like a whore.”

You let your head fall back as a second orgasm unexpectedly rips through you. 

"Fuck!” you yell as your body convulses and your thighs shake. You tense up, and Toji continues to fuck you, though it’s not long before he comes again and fills you up once more.

You giggle. Especially when he puts your panties on again and you feel them get cum-soaked immediately. He helps you pee (though he tells you to not waste any of his cum), and then there’s cuddles and food and water and shitty movies on your computer in your bed. 

And if you suck his dick later, letting him grab your head and fuck your throat as a proper thank you for all he does, then you can’t really be blamed.

After all, it is common decency to return favours. <33

first fic for toji, oh em gee!! i need him bad, guys, i need him carnally, i need him in every position possible, i need him night, morning, and day i need him NOWWW

thank you for reading >:D please reblog and comment to support your writers!!

divider by enchanthings | masterlist

there’s just something about men who look like they could throw me around that makes me go insane

Candy Cane Kisses

Summary: You had one special request for Santa this year- a creamy, fat creampie xoxo~ ❄︎ ♡

The following stroke, just as brutal as the first, followed after a cruel ten second pause, “Oh, baby, ya like that, don't ya?" he growls, his voice deep as he thrust into your tight little cunt under the twinkling lights of the Christmas tree.

Your cute whines only encouraged him further, his fingers tangling in your hair as he drives the tip of his cock right up against that squishy sweet spot deep within you, the one that makes your thighs quiver and your belly tighten. The scent of pine and sex wafts thick in the air, mingling with the warm aroma of sugar cookies, hot cocoa and freshly roasted chestnuts.

It's almost as intoxicating as the way Gojo’s muscular body is flexing over yours, the sound of his breath hitching in his throat as he continues to pound the absolute fuck out of you, his large, veiny hand wrapping around your jaw, tilting your head back, “gonna fill ya up so nicely, babygirl. Make sure my pretty elf has a belly full of me.”

The feeling of being so utterly possessed by him, the sparkly red ribbon binding your wrists above your head, the sight of him gazing down at you like you're the only thing he's ever wanted for Christmas... It's all driving you closer and closer to the edge, making your heart thud faster and your breath grow shallower.

Each thrust made your toes curl and your back arch, “Ngh~ S-Satoru~!” you gasped… to which made him give you the sweetest and most tender smile, it was the best gift he could have asked for- hearing you cry his name as his cock stretched your pretty pussy out so deliciously.

You saw how his hand reached for one of the candy canes that hung from the tree, his teeth ripping the wrapper open before holding it above your face, “Stick out your tongue, pretty baby...”

Gojo watched as your mouth hung open like the good good girl you were, the sweet, sticky flavor coating your tongue as he pressed the thick end of the candy in between your lips, letting you suckle on it for a moment. Your cheeks grew rosy, your eyes hazy, your moans muffled as you tried your best to lap at the sweet treat.

“That’s my good little elf, keep sucking,” his voice rumbled, his icy blue eyes trained on the way your lips moved, your tongue licking along the striped cane as if it were a cock, “You look so mmn’pretty like this, doll, so fuckin' good.”

His hips snapped, pushing his cock right up against your cervix, his hands moving beneath you to grip at your ass, tilting your hips upwards, letting him sink even deeper into you. His eyes closed for a moment, his head tipping back, his snowy hair falling back, exposing his handsome jaw and the pretty veins that ran along his neck.

All you wanted for Christmas was a creampie from Gojo Satoru, but you had no idea just how much of it you were about to get.

As the ornaments clinked and the snow fell softly outside the window, you came with a whimpering moan, your inner walls fluttering and squeezing around him, milking his thick cock of every last drop of cum. He was more than happy to give you everything you wished for Christmas, his hot seed spilling inside of you, his hips twitching as he continued to rut into you, his nails biting gently at your skin, his hands gripping onto your ass.

It took a few minutes for him to finally finish, but when he did, he let out a sigh, his chest rising and falling as he slowly pulled out of you. You could feel his seed dribbling down your thighs, making a pretty white mess beneath you.

The candy cane had fallen out of your mouth, leaving behind a trail of sticky saliva on your cheek. He smiled, brushing a thumb across your bottom lip, “Let’s see if ya taste as good as ya look,” he murmurs, leaning forward and capturing your mouth in a sweet kiss.

The warmth and tenderness of his lips against yours made your heart swell with joy. He tasted of peppermint and chocolate. And now, he had made this holiday complete, giving you the perfect gift and making you the happiest little elf ever.

Men who cradle you after you cum, bringing you down from the haze of your own arousal with their thumb stroking your cheek and sweet kisses pressed between praises along your features. Soothing you like they’re not using their free hand to line up their cock for the next round 💗

One day, you're going to wake up on a Saturday to the sun shining through your window and the birds singing. A fresh breeze is rolling in through the open window. You smell breakfast cooking downstairs. As you roll out of bed, you feel a stickiness between your thighs. Thick semen flows out of your cunt, and you're certain you had gone to bed with panties on, but now they're gone.

You head downstairs, and your husband is standing at the stove while he flips a pancake. He is naked, and his flaccid penis is glistening with your wetness. It immediately grows stiff as he notices you. As you hug him, his warm cock presses into your pregnant tummy. As his precum oozes out onto your belly, you feel content and safe.