Take Another Hit.

SHE SAID IT'S HER FIRST TIME! — NANAMI KENTO

SYNOPSIS...older bf!nanami finds out he’s your first time and he intends to make it very special

INFO...older bf!nanami x virgin fem!reader, age gap (earlier 20s, early 30s), virginity loss, consent checks, praise, nipple sucking, fingering, pussy eating, penetration, slight blood, slight crying, creampie, nanami grows kinda feral, not proofread

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

Having Nanami as an older boyfriend was such a joy. The maturity, thoughtfulness, communication, love, commitment, and patience you received from him was more than you could have ever asked for. You were always so open with him, telling him everything and just being the annoying girl friend you were. But, there is one thing that you’ve kept hidden for the last six months of your relationship.

Every time things got heated between you Nanami while making out or getting handsy, you always backed out last minute telling him that you “weren’t ready” and he always understood and respected your boundaries. Though, you are ready. If you were to lose your virginity to anyone you’d want it to be your sweet loving boyfriend. But voices in the back of your head start to make you overthink, wonder if he’ll even want you anymore if you confess to him.

It isn’t until you’re here on his bed, hands tangled in his hair while kiss him slowly, passionately. His hands are roaming all over your body, still careful to be respectful. You’re pushing into him, smiling in between kisses. “Have I ever told you how much of an amazing kisser you are?” He chuckles, peppering kisses along your jawline.

A blissful sigh escapes your lips before you answer, “no.” You shake your head, his lips traveling lower down to your neck. Your bottom lip tucks between your teeth, enjoying the moment. His tongue glides along the skin of your neck, gently sucking and kissing, earning little whimpers from you as a reward. His hand grabs at your leg, hooking in over his waist as he pushes his hips into you.

Your breathing grows shallow, heart beating frantically against your ribcage. You gulp, feeling things grow more intense with each passing second before you push Nanami away. “I’m sorry, Kento, I just—”

“It’s alright, sweetheart. I understand you want to take your time with this kind of thing.” He gently grabs your hand, the pad of his thumb rubbing over your knuckles. His brows furrowed as he studies your features, eyes wandering every where else but into his. “What’s wrong, hm? You know you can talk to me,” he says in the most smooth voice, one that makes you wanna spill every secret. You open your mouth to say something, anything, but nothing comes out. “Sweetheart?” He draws out the pet name, he knows something is on your mind.

“Ken, I feel bad for keeping this from you for so long, but,” you sigh, fidgeting with the hem of your t-shirt, “I’m a…virgin.” You finally look in his eyes, clenching your jaw. Your entire body feels like it’s on fire, ears ringing loudly it almost drowns out your heart beat.

His lips part, eyes widening at your words. Deafening silence falls upon you like a tidal wave and you feel the embarrassment rush in. “Fuck,” you whisper, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything I…I’m just gonna go.” You quickly scramble to your feet, grabbing your sweater from off of his bedroom floor. Maybe those voices in your head were right. Why would a man like Kento want anything to do with an inexperienced girl like you, compared to a woman who would know how to please him, give him a what he wants.

Just as you were about to walk out his bedroom, you feel a tug at your arm pulling you back until you hit his broad chest. “Where are you going?” He asked, looking at you. “I never said to leave, sweetheart.” He walks you back over to the bed, taking your sweater from your hands and placing it on the back of his chair. You sit on the edge of the bed, anxiously waiting for the next words to leave his mouth. Eyes follow his every movement, watching the way he walks over to you and kneels down in front you, grabbing your hands in his. “Look at me.” And you do, eventually, meet his gaze. “What’s wrong?”

You find it hard to speak, to even get a peep out. Nerves are shot and it feels like your stomach is twisting in knots. “I just thought that—”

“That I’d be upset you’re a virgin?” He asked, putting it all out there. You nodded your head, biting the inside of your cheek. “Sweetheart,” he chuckles, flashing a smile at you, “you’re too cute for your own good.” He caresses your cheek. “No wonder you’ve been so nervous each time we’ve made out.” He licks his lips, taking a deep breath in before speaking again, “listen, we don’t have to rush into anything. You should’ve just told me, but I understand your feelings.”

You blink a couple of times, your heart rate finally drops, feeling more comfortable with the situation. It felt like a huge weight was lifted off of your shoulders, and even more importantly, you were glad Nanami took it so well. “But, I am ready.” You look away from him.

“What?” His brows furrowed, confusion written on his face.

“I’ve been ready, just been scared, nervous…I don’t know.” You shrug, your voice getting quieter with each word you say.

His hand comes up to your cheek, gently cupping it as he directs your gaze back towards him for the millionth time. “Are you asking me to be your first?” He asks in such a gentle tone, eyes carrying a look of adoration in them. Sheepishly, you nod.

“Always wanted it to be you, Ken. You’re so kind to me, and so patient,” you admit.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he coos, “I’d love nothing more than to be your first.” He kisses the top of your hand, soft lip pressing against your skin as he stares into your eyes. “We’ll go at your pace, yeah?” He smirks.

Everything in you is telling you to pounce on this man and go at it like animals with how he was treating you. It only made him a hundred more times attractive than he already was. Your lips find his as you both fall back onto the bed, resuming the make out session from minutes ago, only this time it’ll actually lead somewhere. The kisses felt more feverish, more passionate, something that’d you been craving this entire time.

“Can I take your clothes off?” He asked, placing a kiss to your jaw. “I’ll take mine off too.”

“Yeah.” You nod, feeling his hands tug at the hem of your shirt. The fabric slipped over your head, your first instinct was to cover your chest, feeling completely vulnerable in this position. His hands carefully undid your pants, pulling them down along with your panties, discarding the items of clothing on the wood floor. You covered yourself up, shutting your legs and holding your chest.

As you watched him get undressed, your eyes landed upon the obvious tent in his shorts, leaving you turned on. His body seemed liked it was carved from the gods, toned biceps, shredded six pack. He looked like he could just easily toss you around, put in whatever position he wanted. Not to mention, you could see how big he was through his boxers, your nerves starting to wrack up again as you began to wonder if it’d even fit. And once he pulled them down, your eyes widened and worry flooded your face.

Nanami let out a light laugh at the look on your face. “What’s the matter?” He asked, rubbing his hands over your thighs.

“Do you think it’ll fit? It’s just…really big, Ken.” Your eyes couldn’t help but wander. He was thick, and slightly long, which is reasonable excuse for your worry.

“It might hurt a little, sweetheart, but that’s why I need to prepare you, yeah? Make it feel good for my sweet girl. Now, don’t hide yourself from me, okay? I wanna see all of you, praise all of you.” He leaned over, kissing your lips again, trailing down further with each one. His hands replaced yours, gently groping your tits, squeezing them in his hands. “Such soft and pretty tits.” He kissed each one. “Can I suck on them? I promise you it’ll feel good.”

Once he gets your approval, he wastes no time, his lips latching onto your hard nipple, hot tongue swirling around the bud. His eyes fluttered shut, a muffled moan escaping his lips. Your hands find themselves in his hair, little pants and whimpers leaving your lips at the foreign sensation. His other hand pulls at your nipple, rolling it between his fingers as he gets lost in thought. He pulls his head up, hazy eyes staring back at you. “Doing okay, baby?” He asks.

“Yes, please keep going.” You bite down on your bottom lip, earning a smile from his as he moves over to your other nipple, tip of his tongue circling over the sensitive skin before taking it in his mouth, suckling on it. “Mmm, Ken,” you whimper, tugging at his hair.

“Feeling good?” He places kisses all over your tits, his touches so gentle. You buck your hips up towards him, grinding against him. “I’ll take that as a yes. You’re feeling needy, aren’t you, baby? Go on, you can tell me.” The flat of his tongue lays against your nipple again, slowly licking, teasing you.

You bring your hand up to your face, covering it, too embarrassed to look at him, to let him hear you. But with each flick of his tongue more whimpers spill out of you, overflowing. His warm lips press kisses to your sternum, traveling down towards your stomach, getting lower and lower until you jolt up. “What…what are you doing?” You ask, dumbly. It was clear what his intentions were with his mouth just inches away from your cunt.

“Just sit back and relax.” He caresses your side. “Open up for me, wanna get a taste,” he murmurs. He gently pushes your thighs open, scooting lower on the bed. His mouth slightly parts, eyes gravitating towards your wet cunt. “Oh, sweetheart, you’re already so wet,” he chuckles, looking up at you. He rests his head against your thighs, lips kissing your skin, worshipping you, savoring you. He plans to tease you as much as possible, he wants you ready.

You body twitches when you feel his fingers ghost over your throbbing cunt, light touches making you yearn for something you’ve never even had before. He kisses down your thighs and towards your pussy, pausing when he finally reaches. He looks up at you for approval and when you scoot your hips closer towards him with the cutest whimper, he dips his head down between your legs and presses the slowest kisses on your clit. The way you gasp makes him smirk, he wonders how you’ll sound when he uses his tongue.

Finally, you feel the flat of his hot tongue dip between your soaked folds, pushing its way up your slit and finding your clit. You sit up on your elbows, brows furrowing in pleasure as Nanami wraps your his arms around your thighs, holding your hips in place. He moans against you, pulling you closer towards him as he starves for more of your taste.

He flicks his tongue across your clit, his chin coated in your juices before he moves his tongue lower, tongue fucking you. You bite down on your plump lower lip, quietly moaning while your eyes watch his every movement, like you were studying him. His tongue slithers back to your clit, circling it before he gently sucks on it. “Hah, fuck,” you gasp, your hand instinctively reaching for his blonde locks of hair.

He lifts his head, licking his lips to not waste any drop of you. “Hey, pretty girl, can we try something?” His voice is gentle, a sense of security in it. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” The pad of his thumb rubs your clit in circles, his other hand caresses your thigh. “Wanna try fingering you while I eat this pretty pussy, get you ready for me,” he explains.

You gulp, nervously looking down at his hands. “Will it hurt as much?” You ask.

“Might hurt a little, but it’ll help. I’ll make you feel good, baby. I never wanna hurt you.” He sits up, moving closer towards you.

You nod slowly, “okay,” you meekly say. Nanami, wraps his arms around your waist, hoisting your leg around him as you both lay on your sides.

“You ready?” He asks, kissing your cheek, his fingers rubbing your slick over your entrance and back over your clit, trying to get you prepared. “Just gonna do one finger for now until you want more,” he whispers into your ear. Slowly, he slides his thick digit into your entrance and you immediately let out a pained sigh. He removes his finger, pressing another kiss to you cheek. “Take your time, baby. You’re okay. Hold on to me if it gets too much.” He continues rubbing your clit in slow circles until you give him the nod of approval to try again.

He pushes his finger past your folds, feeling your walls clench around him as he goes inch by inch. “Mmm.” Your eyes screw shut as you cling onto his broad shoulders, feeling the sting of the stretch. He finally gets it all the way through and you’re panting, clawing at his skin.

“You’re alright, sweetheart,” he reassures. “Hey, look at me,” he grabs your face in his direction, “it’s okay.” He kisses your lips as you whimper against his. “I’m gonna start moving my hand now.” You hold onto him tighter, the burn making you wince as he pulls his hand back and pushes his finger back in, slightly gaining in speed.

You can’t seem to look away from him, melting into his touch as the pain slowly turned to pleasure, feeling your body accept him just like you wanted this entire time. He presses his forehead against yours, bodies pressed up against one another as you fight back the urge to kiss him until you’re breathless. Your hips rock into his hand, following his movements. “Want more,” you whimper, nodding at him.

“Want more, pretty? Yeah?” He pecks your lips, carefully sliding his ring finger into your entrance. You whine at the stretch, taking in a deep breath when you feel his fingers curl up, repeatedly hitting your g-spot. Your cunt squelches around his fingers, sucking them in. “You’re doing such a good job,” he whispers, working fingers faster until you’re a moaning mess.

Wet kisses make their way down your neck, moving lower down to your chest as he repositions himself at the end up of the bed, fingers still curling inside you. He pushes one of your legs back, eyes intently watching the way your pussy takes his fingers so well. Without warning, the flat of his tongue presses down your swollen clit. “Oh fuck!” You gasp, gripping at the sheets below you. Your body shivers with pleasure, the sensation of his tongue and fingers sending you to cloud nine.

Your head falls back on the pillow, eyes rolling back, legs threatening to close around his head. He slurps your pussy, tongue working its way through your folds to get every last drop. He’s moaning at your taste, breathing heavily through his nose. His hand pushes your leg back farther, nearly up to your chest, as he works hard to drive that orgasm out of you. “Ah! Oh my gosh!” You cry out, clutching at his hair, pushing his head down when he sucks on your sensitive clit once more. “Ken, baby, I think—fuck!” You squeal, rocking your hips on his face. Your legs close around his head as your orgasm arrives, body quivering, and every touch is heightened. That doesn’t stop Nanami, low eyes watching how prettily your back arches off the bed, your walls squeezing his fingers. “Hah! Ah! Yes!” You moan.

Nanami finally lifts his head, chest heaving up and down as he looks at you with the most love in his eyes. “Fuck, baby, you did so good. Come here.” He rushes to plant his lips on yours, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. His dick is throbbing, oozing pre from the tip just from watching you cum. “You alright?” He asks, petting your cheek.

“I’m okay.” You nod. “Thank you.” The sweetest smile spreads across your face, one that makes his chest fill with warmth. “But, I think I’m finally ready.” You look down towards where you two meet, only inches away from one another.

“You sure? We don’t have to if you don’t want to. I want you to be comfortable,” he says softly.

“I promise I am. Just…go slow,” anxiousness riddled your tone.

“Of course. Let me know at any time if you wanna stop.” He presses a kiss to your forehead. The nerves build in your chest, and your stomach fills with butterflies. He repositions his hips, rubbing his length through your folds, smearing his precum. He lightly groans, slowly moving up and down, nudging your clit with each thrust. Nanami notices you watching, he can see you’re still nervous. “Baby, look at me, okay. It’s gonna be fine.” He gently grabs your face, staring into your eyes before his fat tip pushes its way through your folds. Your eyebrows raise in surprise before furrowing. He goes as slow as possible before removing himself, letting you take a breather.

You spread your legs further before another attempt, wrapping your arms around his neck. He pushes into you again, inch by inch you feel the stretch, the stinging sensation making you grit your teeth. “Ah!” You bury your face in his neck, when you feel his hips finally meet with yours.

Tears fall down your cheeks, and he’s quick to kiss them away. “I know it hurts, sweetheart. Let’s stay like this for a minute.” He wipes your tears, massaging your thighs as you try to accustom to his size. “Gonna start moving now.” He pulls his hips back, his length coated in a mix of your juices and slight blood. “Oh, your bleeding baby.” He looks at you with the most empathetic expression.

“Mmmph, sorry, I’m sorry.” A wave of embarrassment washes over you as it came to mind that it was most likely on his sheets.

“There’s nothing to apologize for. It’s completely normal.” He kisses your lips as he pushes his hips against your again, the head of his cock grazing over a sweet spot deep inside you that you didn’t even know existed. “I’m so proud of you, you know that?Hah, my sweet, sweet girl—fuck,” he breathily chuckles. And now he’s moving faster, wrapping your legs around his waist, clinging onto him like you never want to let go. “So fucking tight,” he grunts.

You feel so full of him, like he was made for you. His dick dragging along your walls, his hands holding you close, wrapping around you as he whispers praises in your ear in the most sweetest voice. Your eyes roll back, nails leaving marks on his skin, your toes pointed. He’s fucking you into the mattress, but being oh so gentle about it. “It feels so good,” you mewl as he fucks you deep, his balls slapping against your ass with each thrust.

“This pussy was made for me baby—oh shit—taking me so fucking well. You feel so fucking good,” he moans. He presses into you, each thrust sending your mind spiraling as shivers run down your spine, your body covered in sweat. Nanami squeezes you tightly, kissing your neck, and nibbling at the skin.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” It feels like your breath is being sucked out of you, your heart beating rapidly against your ribcage. “Gonna cum!” You cry out. “Hah—yes, yes!” He keeps the same rhythm, tip of his dick kissing your cervix before your shaking under him.

He holds you tightly, pressing his sweaty forehead against yours, staring into your eyes as you cum around his dick. Your hands cup his face, searching his eyes. “That’s my girl, let it all out,” he says. He can feel you clenching down on him, the feeling making his dick throb harder. “Always be my good girl, right baby?” He asks. And all you can do is nod, when he starts fucking you faster, almost like he’s grown feral. “It’s good that you know because I’m about to fuck you like you aren’t.” He pushes your knees to your chest, lifting your hips slightly so that he reaches the deepest parts of you. “Nngh, fuck!” He grunts.

“Ken! Oh fuck, fuck!” You squeeze your eyes shut, the bed rocking and creaking with each other his hard thrusts. A hand clasps over your mouth in a weak attempt to muffle your screams of pleasure.

“Pussy feels so good, sweetheart. Can’t get enough—fuck—I’m sorry,” he heavily pants. Strands of blonde hair cling to his forehead, eyes fixated on watching his dick disappears in and out of you, your pussy creaming around him, leaving a white ring around the base. He can feel you clenching down on him again, your nails leaving crescent marks in his forearms as you’re cumming for a third time tonight, barely able to form words. “Atta girl. Look so pretty cumming on my cock,” he smirks.

Your back arches into him, legs quivering as he thrusts grow sloppier and sloppier. “Nnngh, shit,” he moans. “Gonna make me cum—ah!” His brows furrow as he fucks you harder, a primal feeling rises in him as he thinks of cumming inside of you for the first time ever. “Baby,” he says with desperation, “baby, let me cum inside you.” A rosy red spreads across his cheeks as he stares into your eyes.

Your arms reach out to him, dragging him down for kiss, legs locking around his waist as you push him closer to you. Nanami groans into the kiss and you swallow every last one as his seed fills you up, coating your walls. He slowly fucks you, making sure to get every last drop of his cum in you before pulling out.

“Oh my god, sweetheart,” he chuckles, a glint in his eyes. You laugh with him before he rolls both of you over, you now on top of him. He caresses your cheek and you melt into his hand, a blissful sigh leaving your lips. “You did absolutely amazing.” He smiles. “You doing okay, though?” He wonders, fingertips tracing patters on the small of your back.

“Yeah,” you nod, closing your eyes shut, “I’m doing great actually.” You smile. You rest your head on his chest. “Thank you, Ken.”

“No, thank you. I’m glad that you trusted me to be your first, honestly. It means a lot to me.” He kisses the crown of your head. “You’ll always be my girl.” He continues tracing your skin.

“Really?” You ask, lifting your head to look at him. “Promise me?” You pout, batting your lashes.

“I promise.” A smile tugs at the corner of his lips, his thumb rubbing over your bottom lips before you press a kiss to it. He chuckles at the small gesture. “Let’s get in the shower, together, yeah? Maybe order some food? You deserve it.”

『NEED YOU, DADDY』 | Bokuto Koutarou

WARNINGS: age gap, mentions of alcohol, unprotected sex, breeding, praising, daddy kink, manhandling, rough sex, mentions of pregnancy.

WORD COUNT: 2.7k

AO3

dilf!bokuto who forgot to date someone because of his focus on his career, especially when he was getting ready to retire.

it’s been so long since he’s been in someone’s bed and it’s killing him. he blames it on his job, and maybe it was, but the main reason is his insecurities.

bokuto doesn’t have the defined abs he had in his early twenties, now the muscles blend with the small fat of his ‘dad body’.

he often finds spots of flaccid skin around his hips and he hates it. his hard chest is now soft and flabby (a perfect pillow ff you ask me), he misses his old athletic body.

even with a special workout program made by his friend iwaizumi, he still cannot go back to the way he was years ago.

and he can’t bring himself to take someone home when he looks like that.

but then, his daughter comes to visit during her college break with a friend she met on campus, who coincidentally lived in the same neighborhood as her yet they’ve never met before. and as you take your first steps into the bokuto household, koutarou is sure he’s fucked.

you’re so sweet and kind, extremely polite as you greet your friend’s father, but he could see there was something else behind your gaze.

after all, how could you not peak your interest in him when he's like that? welcoming you into his house so warmly, big grin on his face as he pulls you to a tight hug. wearing slightly tight briefs that give you a glimpse of how his shaft rests on his thigh, broad back moving under his shirt. it is hard to be satisfied with just watching.

he sees the way you side eye him as he cooks some snacks for y’all, subtly flexing his biceps a little more (cause he’s a show off). and he totally sees the mini skirt you wear when you come visit them the next day.

you bump into him when you go to the kitchen to get some soda, and press your chest on his to get through the space between the counter and the island, even though there’s enough space for both of you.

bokuto gulps as you bend over to take a better look at what’s in the bottom of his fridge, giving him a clear sight of your red lacy panties.

he chokes on his tea and he blushes as you turn around to face him, fake worry on your face and innocent eyes, asking if he was okay, acting as if nothing had happened.

a few days later, his kid goes to her mother’s house and he finds himself alone again. that is, until he hears a few knocks on the door.

you stand by his door frame with a pack of beer cans and a few snacks. he invites you in and you set yourselves in his living room. an unsaid knowledge of just why you're there falls into the air of his house as your eyes meet.

your body language says it all: legs crossed towards him, torso leaned to hear him better, hand brushing on his thigh every now and then.

and he wants to give you what you want, but he can't help but overthink.

you're a young, beautiful, and hot, girl, didn't you deserve a guy who's body could be just as good-looking as yours?

"you know, bokuto-san, it's really hard to find good boys out there." you say, fidgeting with the metal seal of your can. "most of the guys on campus are assholes."

"having boy problems, sweetheart?"

"yeah." you sigh. "i just- i need a mature man." you lock eyes with him, showing him slight puppt eyes under your long lashes. "i need someone who's able to take care of me, bokuto-san. 'm tired of spending so many nights alone, cold." he feels your hand crailing up his knee and suddenly the room starts to get a little hotter. "when akane told me you're alone too, i could barely believe it. how could such a handsome, lovely man not be with someone? i'm sure you also need a someone to take care of you too, bokuto-san."

your hand stops by the top of his thigh, dangerously close to his already half hard length. you lean in slowly, like a snake seducing its prey. bokuto finds himself hypnotized, totally devoted to your charms.

"so i thought, why don't we help each other out?"

you can see his expression of hesitation and somewhat fear, and it's amusing to see that big, strong man submitting to you so easily.

you slip your free hand up his shirt and brush your lips on his ear as you continue.

"tell me, bokuto-san, if i'm a good girl for you, will you be a good man for me too?"

koutarou can only gulp, he can't believe he's crumbling to a girl who's his daughter's age, yet, he can't deny the burning desire in his chest and pants.

"you don't know what you're messing with, sweetheart." he warns.

"i'm willing to find out... daddy."

you start to kiss his neck, climbing on his lap while you do so.

"shit..." you roll your hips back and forth softly, only making his erection harder.

you begin to pull his shirt out of him but he stops you. you look up to him and he avoids your gaze, however, you catch a glimpse of his reddish cheeks.

"no need to get shy on me, handsome." you say, delivering a kiss to his jaw.

he lets go of your hands and you take the cloth off him, displaying his scrumptious upper body. bokuto still keeps looking to the side, fearing you might change your mind now. but he's surprised as you let your hands wander around his body and return your attention to his neck, leaving hickeys and bites all over it.

"you're so sexy, daddy, fuck."

it's overwhelming, the feeling of your hot hands on his skin, the friction between your bodies, your lips on his neck, it's too much, and it's too good.

his hands find your waist and his head spins at how tiny it seems under his big hands. however it is short lasted as you take his wrists and guide him to grab your ass.

you whimper as he grops on it, pressing you harder on him.

"let me take care of you, daddy."

you lower your legs to kneel on the floor before him but he cups your cheeks before you do so. air is stolen from your lungs as he kisses you roughly, tongue deep in your mouth, exploring it. you kiss him back with just as much hunger, and moan against his lips as he completely dominates you.

the kiss that is rough but you can still feel some tenderness in it, like there’s something more to it than just lust.

you laugh under your breath when you pull away, still with a string of saliva connecting both lips. you give him one last peck before kneeling in front of him.

koutarou spreads his legs wider and you put your hands on his knees, then catch the band of his sport shots with your teeth.

"you're quite a tease, aren't you, doll?"

you smirk at the new pet name and pull his shots along with his underwear down. his throbbing dick slaps his abdomen, your eyes going wide and throat gulping as you acknowledge his size.

“oh, c’mon, don’t get shy on me now, sweetheart. wasn’t this what you wanted?” he smirks smugly. “i told you you didn’t know what you were messing with.”

koutarou leans in and catches your lips in another kiss while he guides you to stand on your knees.

“get on the coffee table, all in fours.” he mumbles against you.

you do as you’re told, pushing the snacks and beer cans away to make space. once you’re in position, bokuto folds your dress upwards so it’s sitting on your waist, and pushes your panties to the side. he presses his thumb in your entrance just slightly, then drags your precum along your folds, wetting your puffy cunt.

“what a preyty little pussy,” he hums, delivering little kisses to the swell of your ass. “wonder if daddy’s big cock is gonna fit in here.”

you start whimpering as he teases you, slowly stroking you and lazily rubbing your clit.

“d- daddy…” you whine, begging for more.

he licks a long stripe on your arousal, making you gasp at the sudden feeling. his thumb slips into your fluttering hole as he attacks your labia and clitoris.

koutarou eats you out like a starved man, and well, he is. the former ace’s always been more of a giver than a taker and he can’t remember the last time he had his face buried between someone’s legs, your sweet taste on his tongue only makes him more and more feral as the seconds passes by, he feels himself eager to make you scream just from his tongue.

“fuck, daddy! so good!”

your wetness drips down his chin and a little on his chest. the sounds echoing from his mouth and your stupidly wet cunt are hopelessly sloppy, echoing through the whole room.

he replaces his thrusting thumb with his tongue, fucking you with precision.

with one hand on your hips he keeps you still, and uses the other to stroke his pulsating dick.

“ah! daddy! gonna make me cum!”

he laughs at your whining. minutes ago you were acting tough all over him and now he can see your legs trembling.

bokuto lets go of his cock for a moment and grabs your hips with both hands, pressing you even harder on his mouth so he can taste you roughly.

your orgasm comes hard and without a notice you’re shaking and making a true mess on your friend’s father.

“fuck.” you mumble, struggling to keep yourself standing.

koutarou hugs your waist and pulls you to sit on his lap on the couch again, quickly taking your dress and panties off of you. he keeps a hand stroking your sensitive and swollen clit while the other bumps his length.

“i want you, need you, daddy.” you say, snuggling your face on his neck.

“let me grab a con-”

“no. I want it raw. I want to feel all of you.”

“are you sure, pretty?” you nod. "i need words."

you lower your hand to meet his and grasp his cock, running your hand up and down firmly.

"i am sure, papí. want to feel you inside me, can't you feel how wet i am for you?"

his hand catches your neck harshly, bringing you to a kiss.

"there's no coming back now, sweetheart."

you lift yourself and align his dick on your entrance, then place both hands on his shoulders. he spreads your thighs and slowly thrusts upwards, stretching your walls as your nails dig on his skin.

"fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, daddy! 's so big."

"shit." bokuto closes his eyes shut as he bottoms out, feeling out of air as you clamp on him so tight he can't move an inch. “so fucking tight.”

his mind gets foggy, it almost hurts how much he wants to ram into you without worrying about anything else but painting your soft insides white. he stays still for a while, allowing you to get used to his size and him to tune down his hunger.

after a few minutes, koutarou starts to pull out and you look down to where your bodies meet. you start to feel empty as his tip is the only thing you left inside you.

he thrusts in roughly and unwarningly and a loud moan escapes your lips. your fingers tangle themselves on his black and white strands, pulling them back as pleasure takes over your core.

bokuto pulls out slowly, but pushes himself in quickly, stealing lewd sounds from you and your sweetly welcoming hole.

“this pussy’s perfect, one of the best i ever had.” he groans and you blush at the praise. “daddy’s cock fits perfectly, doesn’t it?” you hum in affirmation, unable to speak since each thrust of his steals the air from your lungs.

he picks up his pace, turning you into nothing but a moaning mess. his body is hot under yours and the way your tiddies bounce in unison with his movements makes his head spin.

“‘m gonna cum.” he warns.

his hips start to stutter a bit and you move your own body up and down, meeting his thrusts.

“cum inside me, papí. want your load. wanna make you a daddy again.”

“oh, fuck it.”

koutarou throws away anything that was holding him back.

he lifts you out of him and throws you to the side, landing in your elbows and knees in the leather couch.

you turn your head back to question him but you’re roughly pushed back to the couch. his calloused hand is wrapped around your neck, pushing you down as he suddenly starts to fuck you from behind.

“you want me to fill this pretty pussy? want to carry my babies?” the sound of skin clapping must be echoing in the whole house now, along with your screams of pleasure. “i’ll knock you up so good you’ll feel my cum in your tummy for days.”

bokuto hits your soft walls with precision, kissing your cervix and making your eyes roll to the back of your head. you start to clench around him, bringing both of you closer to your climaxes.

“daddy!”

you squirm and shake under him creaming around his dick. he moans at the sensation and he fucks your cum back inside you without direction. all it takes is a few more thrusts and he's cumming deep inside you.

he looks down to see the absolute mess you two made. your juices drip down his balls and thighs, he pulls out slowly to see even more of his white load slipping out of your fluttering cunt.

the sight is mesmerizing, he thinks, but it's still not enough.

he takes the cum with his fingers and push it back into you. you whimper as he does so, only indulging the feeling in his twitching dick.

bokuto turns you to lay on your back and pushes your legs to your chest in a matting press, taking no time to align his hard cock to your entrance again.

he shoves himself inside you in the same crazy pace as before, lips brushing against yours as he mumbles about how good you feel.

after a while, you can't remember how many times you came, all you can feel is his load making your thighs sticky, the sensitivity in your whole body and your lips pulsating.

"just one more, sweetheart, let me fill your needy cunt just once more." this is probably the third time he said it would be the last. you can't even find it in yourself to say something, you definitelydon't want to deny him but a little break would be good. "you're doing so good, little girl. you look the prettiest like this." he says between kisses.

the more he fucked into you, the more sweet and tender he became, not with his dick, of course, but with his words and kisses. he made you feel precious, pretty, special even, and you figure there must be way more to your friend's father than just a big shaft and hot body.

bokuto wipes the tears off your face with small pecks, slightly smiling when he feels your arms and legs wrap around him in a tight hug.

"there, there, sweetie." he coos. "relax, you did so good. c'mon."

he grabs your underwear from the side and slips it in your legs, then gently taps your now covered pussy, as if congratulating it for its hard work.

he picks you up in his arms, takes you upstairs to his room, and lays you gently on the bed. he goes back downstairs to get you some water then joins you in his king side mattress.

koutarou holds you close to his chest, rubbing your back up and down and massaging your sore and bruised skin. he falls asleep a little after you do, satisfied to know that once he wakes up, not only your pussy will still be dripping his seed but he'll be able to fuck it back into you all over again.

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"m’kay— think that's enough for one night, doll," toji lets out an amused chuckle as he observes your actions through his peripheral.

you’re leaning over the tray placed on your lap to snort your fifth line of coke that night, your head shooting back up to face the roof of toji’s car as you scrunch your nose in an attempt to offset the sting of the powder lining your sinuses. once the feeling subdued, you lazily turn to face the man in the driver’s seat, blinking at him dumbfoundedly with a pouty frown on your lips.

huh.

how’d i end up in my boyfriend’s dad’s car?

why couldn’t megumi come pick me up? did i even call him? i don’t think i did. did yuuji do it? why didn’t megumi come to the party in the first place? oh, right, he has that exam tomorrow morning. wait, don’t i have to write that exam, too? god, it’s so hot, even with the windows down. the wind feels nice… shit, it’s really cold.

the harsh gust of the cool summer night’s wind flew in through toji’s open window and across your body, pushing your hair past your shoulders and raising goosebumps on your bare arms. you shiver against the leather seat, sinking further into it in an attempt to avoid the draft. this shift in your position seems to have only made it worse, however; the rigid breeze now skimming over your chest.

oh, wait, that feels good…

the copious amount of drugs in your blood had you hyper-cognizant of every tiny, minute change your body experienced, and that translated into the heightened responses it elicited.

you feel your nipples harden through the thin fabric of your tank top, and you can’t help the way your thighs start rubbing together to ease the inevitable throbbing of your clit. your breathing is quick to become ragged as you feel yourself burning up, and you undo your seatbelt to shuffle uncomfortably in your seat.

“f-fuck…” it escapes you as the quietest of erotic sighs, yet, it’s loud enough for toji’s ears to pick up on.

he’s snapping his head towards you at the sound of your high-pitched voice and the slow beeping coming from his car to signal him that you’d removed your seatbelt. his brow is raised and worry is hidden in his eyes behind the usual nonchalance they carry— he’s ready to ask you if you’re alright before the sight in front of him nearly knocks the air out of his lungs.

your head is leaning back against the headrest, face set blissfully with slightly parted lips and closed eyes. his gaze scans over your body; your nipples peeking out through your tank top, your far too-short skirt doing a poor job of covering your legs— the fabric bunching up at your hips and one of your hands slotted in between your thighs. you're dragging your clit along your fist, the faint gasps you let out travelling straight to toji’s cock.

fucking hell. were you too coked up to notice that your boyfriend’s dad was sitting right next to you?

from the first day his son brought you home, toji knew. he knew damn well you were going to cause him a lot of problems. he couldn’t deny that he had the hots for his son’s girlfriend; what with the way you waltz around his home wearing nothing but megumi’s shirts and your panties, with the way you talk to him with coquettish undertones lacing your soft voice, with the way you always smile at him so sweetly and so, so enticingly.

did you have any idea of what you do to him? or were you just that fucking naive?

did you have any idea of how he fucks his fist to the obscene sounds of your whimpers and whines as megumi fucks you into the bed in the next room over? or how he spills all over your panties that had accidentally gotten into his laundry? or how you’re in his dreams damn near every night, where he’s the one leaving his mark on you, and not megumi.

he’s brought back to the present when the tempo of the beeps coming from his car increases. before he realises it, he’s reaching out to place a sweaty palm on your thigh— a bit further up than he probably should’ve— to lightly shake you, “hey, doll, you gotta put your seatbelt back on.”

you whine in response, arching your back further off the seat upon the contact of his skin on yours, “don’t wanna…” your free hand finds its way on top of toji’s much larger one, and you slide your fingers under his palm to hold it, “can- can you… h-hah…”

toji would never admit it, but you have him short circuiting. behind his seemingly cool demeanour, he’s having a hard time driving straight in between the lines; his car swerving left and right. the incessant beeping from the dashboard that only seems to be getting louder and louder doesn’t do anything to help the chaos of the situation he’s in, “c’mon, use your words…”

he hides his flustered arousal behind that signature, devilish smirk of his, eyes fluttering between the road and your legs as he swallows an impending groan that’s brought on by you sliding his hand to hook onto the inside of your thigh.

toji's too focused on trying to not let your lewd whimpers get to his head— and his dick, to notice that the grip he had on the steering wheel was turning white-knuckled and that his foot had been applying more pressure on the accelerator.

120 mph.

“t-toji…”

he covers up a cough with a low chuckle, your soft call of his name sending his brain into overdrive. he rubs a comforting thumb along your thigh— fuck, your skin was so soft, “yeah, doll?”

you utter almost painfully, “ngh— n-need… need you…”

130 mph.

toji fushiguro was a greedy man. he craved money, sex, and all the thrills that the universe had to offer. but at this point in his life, nothing came close to how much he wanted you. was it because you were probably the only thing that he couldn’t have? maybe.

was it because you belonged to his son and not him? perhaps.

toji fushiguro was a greedy man, but the amount of self-discipline he has is almost surprising. he knows not to touch what’s not his— especially when it comes to megumi.

but with the way you’re begging him to take you, with the way you’re clinging onto his hand as if it were a lifeline— god, toji doesn’t think his patience has ever been tested to this extreme.

“fuck me… please— oh, god— need it s’bad, toji…”

140 mph.

the thin thread of resolve that toji had was very close to tearing. he inhales deeply, before looking over at you with a grin more sinister than before, “you’re playing a dangerous game here… don’t get your pretty little head into somethin’ y’know you won’t be able to get out of,” his fingers experimentally dig into the flesh of your thigh, coaxing a wanton moan of his name from your throat.

"want you so bad… wanna fuck you so bad," your thighs tighten around his hand, "want you inside me, wanna feel you fill me up—"

and that's when he snaps.

"fuck this," with a sudden jerk of the steering wheel, he's pulling over to the side of the freeway, putting his car in park before hastily undoing his seatbelt and leaning over to maneuver you onto his lap. without warning, he takes either side of your face in his hands, pulling you into him to clash his lips against yours.

the kiss is hungry and full of lust, full of the want and need that toji’s had bottled up in him for the many months you’ve been dating his son.

his fingers trace down your neck to slide the straps of your tank-top off your shoulders, pulling down the front to expose your breasts. the cool breeze of the night flows through the open window, goosebumps forming on your supple skin, and you can't help the shiver that runs up your spine as you press your chest into his to try and feel as much of him against you as possible.

his palms crawl under the fabric of your top and run up your sides, stopping at your chest to rub his calloused thumbs over your perky nipples. his actions elicit a ghost of a moan from you and an uncontrolled buck of your hips against his, "f-fuck..."

toji’s fully sober, but he feels himself getting drunk on your taste and touch, the alcohol on your tongue prominent against his, the tip of his nose lightly dusted with the white powder you messily snorted earlier. your one hand is under his black skin-tight shirt, warm palm placed on his taut abs to feel the way they contract and expand under your sensual touch; your other hand is lost in his straight black locks, gripping and gently tugging every time you feel yourself slipping deeper and deeper into your arousal.

he’s groaning into your mouth and ravishing you with sloppy kisses, sucking and tugging on your lower lip before releasing it with a pop, "do you have any idea of what you do to me? walkin’ around dressed like a fuckin' hooker?" his large hands travel down to your hips, impatient fingers tapping against the cotton fabric of your too-short skirt; he's snarling against your jaw, peppering wet kisses and leaving bite marks along his trail, "the way you walk, the way you talk, the way you smile— the way you cry out my son’s name when he’s fucking you into the bed? yeah, doll, i can hear it all, y’know."

the growl lacing his baritone voice sends blood rushing straight to your clit and prompts you to grind down onto his lap, revealing the boner he'd popped, "please, toji—"

"fuck; you sound even better when you’re sayin’ my name,” his lips are at your collarbone now, trailing south to leave love-bites on the curvature of your breasts— right atop the fading ones left on you by megumi from nights prior. as for toji’s hands— they're on your thighs, palming and squeezing at whatever flesh he can get a hold of.

his fingers dance upwards, and you feel a lick of warmth shoot up your abdomen as he nears the place you need him the most. toji lets out a low groan against your sternum when he feels the lack of the thin fabric he was expecting to separate your cunt from the thick denim of his jeans, "no panties? you're practically begging to be fucked stupid, aren't cha?"

"wan' it s'bad, toji, please, please,” pawing at his crotch with butterfingers, you attempt to remove the button of his jeans, letting out a needy whine when you can't get them undone.

tojii notices that your words are more slurred now— the copious amounts of drugs and alcohol in your system are probably just reaching their peak.

he’s a man of questionable morals; sure, he’s definitely dreamed about fucking you every which way when he sleeps at night, waking up with soiled boxers and sweat drenching the sheets. he’s definitely shamelessly fucked his fist while he hears the bed creak rhythmically from his son’s room next door, your broken mewls and cries spurring him on until he cums the most he thinks he ever has.

he’s a man of questionable morals; but even he can tell this is an all time low for him. there's a voice in the back of his mind that's screaming at him to stop, how messed up it is of him to be fucking his son's girlfriend— but how does he expect himself to hold back when you're the one who pushed yourself onto him, when you're the one asking him— and not his son, your boyfriend— to bury his cock deep within you and fill you up.

toji helps you with unbuttoning his jeans and freeing his cock from its confines, letting out a curse when the cold night breeze sweeps over it. your pussy throbs at the sight of his dick— it's leaking pre-cum, fat tip flushed red and angry; desperately in need of attention with the way it's twitching against his abdomen. you can't help the giggle that escapes you in that moment, your index finger lightly tracing over a prominent vein, "can tell where ‘gumi got his size from…”

his cock twitches again at your words, a breathy laugh leaving him as he leans forward, one hand finding the back of your neck to mold his lips against yours. with his other hand, he takes a hold of his cock and strokes it a few times, rubbing the pre-cum over his length before flicking your skirt up and gliding the head in between your folds, making sure to give extra attention to your puffy nub. he feels your hips buck against his and your arms wrap tighter around his shoulders when he prods your entrance open, dreamily sighing into his mouth, “feels s’good, toji…”

“h-hah, ‘m not even in you yet— o-oh, fuck,” you sink down on his full length without warning, languid moans falling from both of your lips, and your ass squishing down against his thighs as you take a moment to adjust to his size.

just from looking at his dick, you thought it was roughly the same size as your boyfriend’s but fuck, does it feel so much bigger inside you— the girth stretching you out almost painfully and the thick head hitting pleasure points against your wall that you didn’t even know existed. your chest flushes with warmth when he shifts his hips experimentally, your clit catching onto his pubic bone, earning a broken whimper from you as you bury your head in the crook of his neck.

maybe it’s all the foreign substances in your blood talking, but toji’s dick feels so, so amazing— feels like you’re in seventh heaven, and he hasn’t even started moving. a part of you is scared for him to, knowing that you’ll be sure to cum embarrassingly quick from the heavy drag of his veiny cock and the tip nudging up against that one sacred spot inside you that megumi’s dick couldn’t even dream of reaching.

unbeknownst to you, toji was experiencing the same inner turmoil. he swears he’s never been in pussy this tight— or at least not in many years; and god, he doesn’t remember the last time he’s felt this good. he’s pretty sure you’re unaware of the way your wall is clamping down on his length, but he’s hyper aware of how your ministrations keep pushing him closer and closer to his release. his arms engulf your frame and pull you flush against his chest, his breathing ragged against the crown of your head, “gotta stop clenching ‘round my cock like that, baby, f-fuck.”

your hold on his bicep loosens as you turn your head into his face, lips tracing his jaw. you look up at him through your lashes and you both share the same expression; parted lips slowly curving upwards into soft smiles. toji knew this was wrong; who in their right mind would fuck their son’s girlfriend? you also knew it was wrong, even through your clouded inebriation, but that just added to the thrill of it all; the giddiness in both of you growing by the second, “i— s-sorry…”

toji’s heart swells upon hearing your sweet voice, and he can’t help but coo at you, “good girl, so sweet f’me— umph!”

good girl.

all it took were those two words to have you clamping down on his cock again, this time much harder than previously. a lewd cry escapes your lips as your head falls forward onto his chest, your arms encircling his broad shoulders, “f-fuck, ‘m sorry!”

he’s panting into your neck, hot breath leaving drops of condensation that drip down your skin. toji has a lot of patience and willpower, both of which were running extremely low— all thanks to you. it’s not like he really minds, though; he wants nothing more than to fuck you senseless, wants nothing more than to hear you call out his name, wants nothing more than to taint you and watch his thick seed leak out of you, “y’like that, huh? like it when i praise ya, pretty?”

your needy whine overtakes his voice mid-sentence as your rub your hips against his. you want to fuck him; you want to bounce on his cock and make him feel good, but there’s no way you can. you’re practically jelly in his arms; complaisant and pliable, and half your mind is wishing you’d taken it easier on the alcohol, “mhm, can you— h-hah… fuck me, please, d-daddy?”

toji groans when hears your last word, “smart girl— catchin’ on s’quickly,” he’s quick to heed your request that you asked him oh, so sweetly for, thrusting his hips up into yours gently once, twice, and then a third time, his half-lidded eyes scanning your face.

your bottom lip is caught between your top teeth as you try to suppress the obscene sounds you knew would escape your throat; your eyes are shut and brows furrowed, head tilted back to expose your neck and chest to him. his lips find a home in the hollow of your collar bone, where he sucks and nips to mark you up even more— the thought of megumi finding your body littered with small bruises that he knows he didn’t leave has toji smirking into your skin.

his actions elicit a gasp from you and your fingers find the roots of his hair to grip them, “daddy; please, please, please— ngh, s’good,” you’re babbling at this point, without even the slightest of clues of what you’re begging him for.

calling him “daddy” again seem to awaken some type of carnal desire within him, with the way his thrusts start becoming more forceful and his fingertips dig further into the flesh of your waist. he’s hitting deep— so deep and so violently that your jaw falls slack and a loud moan of his name leaves your lips.

toji growls in response, one hand leaving your waist to pull you in by the back of your neck for a slobbery kiss. your tongues massage each other, drool dripping down the corners of your mouths. it’s messy— full of lust and passion and desire.

he loves it that way.

the sounds of his thighs slapping up against your ass and the wet squelches of his cock ploughing into your leaking cunt fill the empty silence of the car, but your lewd cries and mewls are quick to join the ensemble. you sound so cute— so innocent and so sweet with the way you’re begging for him that a part of toji wishes he hadn’t fallen prey to his craving for you. despite this, he can’t help the ever-growing amount of blood rushing down to his cock.

he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, and neither were you.

every thrust up into your soft cunny has your clit catching onto his pelvis, and you can feel the cold flame in your abdomen burning brighter from the accompanied drag of his cock against all the pleasure points that line your walls. broken gasps and whimpers fall onto his ears as you swear he’s fucking up into your womb.

toji isn’t faring much well off either; your gummy walls have his length in a vice grip, and your voice only drives him closer and closer to his high. his eyes are stuck on your entrance, salivating at the way the ring of cream coating the base of his cock gets thicker with each thrust up into you, "gonna let daddy cum inside this pretty pussy?"

“oh, fuck, y-yes—” your grip on his hair tightens.

“yeah?” it’s a back-and-forth; toji asking you almost mockingly and you responding with high-pitched whines, “so good f'me.”

and suddenly, without warning, he’s groping your ass to fuck you at an angle that has you choking on your breath. you sob at the way the fat head of his dick is hitting your cervix rapidly, falling dizzy from how he’s splitting you in half. an unfamiliar tremor slowly makes its appearance within you, and you don’t think you’ve ever felt it when megumi’s made you cum before.

no, this is different; it feels like a flash, a hot streak ripping through your body and pulsating in your abdomen as you succumb to your arousal, your body breaking into trembles under toji’s secure hold, “daddy, cumming— 'm cumming!”

“shh, that’s it, princess, let go,” his thumb finds your clit to rub gentle circles on it, helping you ride out your high. you're crying while you're cumming, the pleasure hitting you like a high tide, and you’re gasping for air as you feel your essence leaking out of the gap between your cunny and toji’s cock to wet his lap and the leather seat below him. your walls spasm around him, and he twitches inside of you as his thrusts pick up speed, “f-fuck, ‘m gonna cum too.”

and that he does. he’s leaning into you, muffling a guttural groan into your neck as his hips lose their rhythmic pace and begin to stutter. he spills inside your womb, seed sloshing around your walls to paint them an opaque, milky white. his cock twitches inside you, the warmth of your spongy walls sending gentle waves of euphoria through him.

you’re resting your head on his chest with his chin on your scalp, both of you heaving to catch your breaths in the aftermath of a mind-blowing orgasm. toji’s the first to speak, pressing a lingering kiss to your hairline, “you’re fuckin’ filthy, doll.”

his voice rumbles through his chest, the reverberations ringing through your worn body and you all of a sudden feel embarrassed, letting out a timid hum as you bury your face into the crook of his neck.

“don’t go gettin’ all shy on me now,” one of toji’s hands tighten around your waist, the other coming up to gently cup your cheek and lift your face to meet his gaze.

he had always thought your looks were easy on the eyes, but seeing you like this— with your tired, lust-blown eyes, a thin sheen of saliva coating your pouty lips, and the moon casting her light down on one side of your face to illuminate the apples of your cheeks and the colour of your irises— god, he swears he’s never seen a sight more stunning, “megumi’s one lucky bastard,” his thumb caresses your cheekbone and you find yourself leaning into his touch, a lazy smile making its way onto your face.

he’s silent as he admires your face for a minute before you finally process his previous statement, your brain working at half it’s sober speed, “hah, or maybe he’s not—”

“let’s not… let’s not think about that for now,” he whispers before leaning forward to slot your lips between his in an attempt to push that thought aside in his mind.

the gravity of the situation you’d both gotten yourselves into hadn’t exactly hit yet— neither of you want it to— thinking that you could stay in this position, with his lips moulded against yours and his cock buried deep within the warm confinements of your walls for eternity.

you're both brought out of your post-sex bliss when buzzing comes from your phone that’s laying face up on the shotgun seat. your heads turn in time to take a look at who's calling, only to be met with a selfie of you and megumi on the screen. toji reaches an arm out to pick up the device, an expletive followed by a low laugh leaving his lips, and he taps your phone gently against the side of your head, "so... you gonna answer that, princess? or should i?"

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sukuna slipping his hand between your legs in the middle of an important dinner because what good is his ability to form a mouth on his hand if not to make you cum over and over by just cupping his hand over your pussy? hm?

Umm.. Stepdad toji who keeps pinching your puffy clit and stuffs three thick fingers knuckle deep into your pussy at the dinner table just because you brought home a guy friend of yours to hang out at his house and he does NOT like that. :(

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Note: What’s written in bold is nsfw/highly suggestive

✮ All thirsts here 

JUJUTSU KAISEN

Headcanons:

✮ Jujutsu Kaisen men when somebody’s hitting on you 

Characters included: Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Toji Fushiguro 

✮ Where would they fuck you

Characters included: Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Toji Fushiguro, Choso, Sukuna, Naoya Zenin, Megumi Fushiguro, Itadori Yuuji, Noritoshi Kamo, Inumaki Toge, Todo Aoi, Geto Suguru, Mahito

✮ Sitting on their lap

Characters included: Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Toji Fushiguro, Sukuna, Choso

✮ Waking them up with a blowjob

Characters included: Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Toji Fushiguro, Choso, Sukuna, Geto Suguru

✮ They find out you’re pregnant

Characters included: Sukuna, Choso, Gojo Satoru, Naoya Zenin, Geto Suguru

✮ Things they did that killed the mood during sex

Characters included: Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Toji Fushiguro, Choso, Sukuna, Megumi Fushiguro, Itadori Yuuji, Inumaki Toge, Todo Aoi

✮ Little things they do 

Characters included: Choso, Megumi Fushiguro, Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Itadori Yuji, Toji Fushiguro, Geto Suguru, Nobara Kugisaki, Toge Inumaki, Panda, Maki Zenin, Sukuna Ryomen, Noritoshi Kamo, Mahito, Todo Aoi

✮ They get hard in public

Characters included: Nanami Kento, Choso, Toji Fushiguro

✮  Having a friends with benefits relationship with the JJK men

Characters included: Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Sukuna, Choso, Geto Suguru, Toji Fushiguro

✮ You send them nudes

Characters included: Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Choso, Toji Fushiguro, Sukuna, Geto Suguru, Megumi Fushiguro, Yuuji Itadori

✮ Jujutsu Kaisen men when one of your parents enters the room mid sex

Characters included: Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Choso, Toji Fushiguro, Sukuna, Geto Suguru

✮ Jujutsu Kaisen men with a breeding kink

Characters included: Toji Fushiguro, Sukuna Rymen, Choso

✮ Toji with an affectionate s/o

✮ You get a phone call during sex

Characters included: Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Sukuna Ryomen, Choso, Toji Fushiguro, Geto Suguru, Itadori Yuji, Megumi Fushiguro, Yuta Okkotsu

✮ Their dark fantasies 

Characters included: Gojo Satoru,  Toji Fushiguro, Nanami Kento, Choso, Naoya Zenin

✮ You tell them you’re horny

Characters included: Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Suguru Geto, Sukuna Ryomen, Choso, Toji Fushiguro, Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro

✮ Jujutsu Kaisen men + fisting

Characters included: Sukuna Ryomen, Gojo Satoru, Naoya Zenin, Suguru Geto

✮ How they fuck you + VISUALS

Characters included: Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Toji Fushiguro, Choso, Geto Suguru, Sukuna Ryomen, Mahito

✮ You moan their names in your sleep

Characters included: Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Toji Fushiguro, Sukuna Ryomen, Choso, Geto Suguru

✮ How the Jujutsu Kaisen men treat you in a relationship - red flag edition

Characters included: Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Toji Fushiguro, Sukuna Ryomen, Choso, Geto Suguru

✮ Jujutsu Kaisen men when you flash your tiddies

Characters included: Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Toji Fushiguro, Sukuna Ryomen, Choso, Geto Suguru

Oneshots:

✮ No need for words - Inumaki x Reader

✮ Birthday boy/ Noritoshi Kamo - Noritoshi x Reader

✮ Pampering Toji 

✮ Make it Double - Gojo x fem!reader x Geto

✮ Walking naked in front of Choso

✮ The sweet treasure - Minotaur!Todo x Reader

✮ One drink is all it takes - Bartender!Sukuna x reader

The Dark Fantasies Collection

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tw: gun play, breeding, slut used once, dumbification, choking

sum about toji pulling the glock out during missionary makes me go insane. like he's just ramming your poor insides, telling you how fucking stressful work is, but you can't concentrate because your dumb little brain can't focus on two things at once. he'd wrap his hand around your throat, squeezing tight enough to make you even more light-headed and then he grabs his gun from off the night stand. "haven't been listening to shit I've said, huh?"

"but if I tell you how much I wanna fill your filthy pussy up with cum you'll fucking listen, slut." pushing the barrel to your temple, chuckling at how your pussy basically sucked him in. you wanted to milk him dry and of course he would let you. "want you to." you breathed slowly, lips all plump and covered in saliva, "put a baby 'n me, please."

"I'll fill this slutty pussy up." he motioned to it with the barrel, pushing it into your puffy clit. the cold metal making your lurch up, back arched off the bed. you locked your legs behind his back, feeling the underside of his length pulse, before he was dumping his load. thick hot cum, filling you up, but unwavering hips followed the release.

toji had a plan to breed his hot little bitch