Shower Sex ( Ft. Eren )

say it again — satoru gojo x fem!reader

you've been married to satoru gojo for so long, but you've kept it quiet, so you can imagine his satisfaction at finally hearing you call him "husband" in public.

You've managed to keep your marriage to Satoru Gojo under wraps for nearly two year now. It isn't that you're ashamed—far from it.

Being married to one of the most powerful sorcerers simply comes with complications, especially given his clan's tendency to meddle in everything.

So you both agreed to keep it quiet. No flashy announcements, no public displays, just you and him. Sure, it means wearing your ring on a chain under your clothes and careful planning for your living arrangements, but it's worth it for the peace and quiet.

That is, until you slip up at the most mundane possible moment.

You're both at an official appointment regarding some property documentation. The clerk has been droning on about paperwork when she asks about your relationship to Satoru for the forms.

"Oh, he's my husband," you reply absently, still scanning the documents in front of you.

The scratching of Satoru's pen stops abruptly. You look up to find him staring at you with the most ridiculous expression—somewhere between absolutely delighted and utterly self-satisfied.

"What was that?" he asks, a grin spreading across his face.

You blink, realizing what you've just said. "I mean—"

"No, no, say it again." His eyes are practically shining now. "What am I to you?"

"Satoru," you warn, very aware of the confused clerk watching your exchange.

"Come on," he says, leaning closer. "One more time. What am I?"

"We're in public," you hiss, but you can feel your cheeks warming under his gaze.

"Please?" He bats his eyelashes at you in that ridiculous way of his. "For your beloved husband?"

"You're impossible," you mutter, but you can't help the small smile tugging at your lips.

"Impossibly charming? Impossibly handsome? Impossibly perfect as your husband?"

The clerk clears her throat. "Should I... put down 'married' then?"

"Yes!" Satoru answers before you can. "Put down that I am this wonderful person's husband. Their spouse. Their better half. Their—"

"She gets it," you cut him off.

But Satoru isn't done. For the rest of the appointment, he manages to work the word "husband" into nearly every sentence. "As her husband, I think we should sign here." "My lovely spouse and I would like copies of that." "Do you need both myself and my better half to initial this?"

By the time you leave the office, you're ready to strangle him.

"You're enjoying this way too much," you say as you walk to the car.

"Can you blame me?" He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you close. "It's not every day I get to hear you call me your husband in public. Usually it's all 'this is Satoru' or 'we're together' or my personal favorite, 'yes, I do unfortunately know him.'"

You roll your eyes, but can't help leaning into him. "You know why we keep it quiet."

"I know, I know. The clan would be insufferable." He presses a kiss to your temple. "But maybe we should tell them anyway? Can you imagine their faces when they find out we've been married this whole time?"

"They'll have our heads for this."

"Perhaps. But you have to admit, the thought is tempting. No more sneaking around, no more hiding that ring." He catches your hand, thumb brushing over where your ring should be. "I want everyone to know exactly who you are to me. And what I am to you. What was it again?"

"Don't push your luck."

"Come on," he coaxes, "just say it once more."

You pretend to consider it. "And what do I get out of this?"

"My eternal love and devotion?" He gives you a long look. "And I'll do the dishes for a week."

"You're supposed to do those anyway," you point out, but he's already pulling you closer, that insufferable smirk of his growing wider.

"Say it again, love," he says, and the way he looks at you then—eyes soft and full of adoration—makes your breath catch in your throat.

All your defenses melt away under that gaze, the one he reserves just for you, the one that makes you forget why you ever try to deny him anything.

"Husband," you breathe, and feel him tense slightly against you.

"Just like that," he whispers. "Though I prefer when you add my name to it."

"Don't get ahead of yourself."

"That's what I do best," he says. "Besides, my darling wife, I think you secretly love it when I am."

The way he says 'wife' sends a shiver down your spine—something you know he notices from the satisfied look in his eyes. "You're impossible."

"Impossibly yours," he corrects, and despite his playful tone, there's something sincere in his gaze. "What do you say? Ready to scandalize some elders?"

Looking at him now, you can't remember why you ever wanted to keep this secret. "With you? Always."

He doesn't wait for more, just leans in and captures your lips with his, and you think maybe going public isn't such a terrible idea after all.

© lostfracturess. do not repost, translate, or copy my work.

asiah-

'm thinking of getou who has a pretty little housewife

he likes to treat her so well, spoil her and give her leedle gifts. but unfortunately, he also wants leedle pudgy babies to take care of so he bullies your pussy into submission 😥

ᥫ᭡ ─ UP UNTIL DAWN. ⸝⸝ suguru getō.

ଘ. featuring ⸝⸝ suguru x f!reader

ଘ. synopsis ⸝⸝ you've always given getō what he's asked, but tonight, he's telling you what he's truly been wanting..

ଘ. warnings ⸝⸝ 0.9k wc. pwp. breeding (& kink). established marriage. mating press. pregnancy. creampie. overstimulation(?). talk of: pregnancy & babies. (17+).

you've been such a good little housewife. keeping up with everything and treating your beloved husband with the utmost love and care. even the consistent reminder that you were being an exemplary wife a man could ask for that was being delivered with sweet gifts of love to small chocolates that made you feel like you were doing your finest..

but the way getō's slamming his heavy cock into your sweet cunny made you feel as if he's irritated with you. irritated that you were giving him everything except the one thing he needed most.

your gasps for air dissolve into placated whines, but those little whines are being suffocated through the damp fabric that's stuffed into your babbling mouth..

you remember scarcely how they snug nicely around your hips..

getō was being relentless, as if you deserved to be punished for ignoring his needs. needs you didn't even know you had to serve until he spoke,

"y'know, little wife's like you give everything to their husbands—fuck—but you.. you forgot to give me what i want most," the dominance in his voice that growled close to the shell of your ear ignited your internal engines,

“what i need.”

still confused and high off his cock, the many things he’s wanted, you’ve always given, but what was it that he truly wanted..

the makeshift gag suppressed your loud cry of surprise when getō swiftly positioned your legs with your knees bent towards your chest; he was folding you like you were some paper. the savagery feeling of his slick cock burying itself deeper in a single thrust, you could feel him splitting you in half, the crown of his leaking cock jackhammering into your cervix mercilessly.

"you forgot to give me some perfect little babies.” your blood ignited hearing him say that so roughly, and that’s when everything clicked.

the times he’s pointed out the happy couples swaying a cute baby together in a park, pointing out how cute baby clothes are, and even mocking the idea of having one flat out. you’ve always thought he was joking to get a flustered reaction from you, but this deep tone in his voice, the way he’s stuffing you impossibly deep with his cock, barely pulling out.

he was serious.

you want nothing to do with babies, but the way getō is curving his fat cock to jam directly at your womb is making you fall into submission at the idea. the idea of him pumping you full of his thick seed every night, knowing he will never settle with just one. he's a greedy man and you'll be overburdened with his children. waddling around with children that look just like him on each hip, along with another brewing in your belly.

“hm, how does that sound? ‘m gonna fill you up.. yeah, fill you to the brim with my cum,” getō would give you twins if he could tonight. stuff you with so much cum you'll end up with two.

you finally fall into the idea, a pleading whine and a needy nod told him so, making a devious smirk layout on his sweating face.

“oh yeah? you want me to fuck a baby right into you, huh?” the pleads you were delivering to him made his thrusts grow with more urgency. possession, fierce and dark, grew in his expression even more than usual. another roll, another lift of your thighs with his help, and you two were panting with greed for each other's touch. for each other's release.

pleasure, wicked and electrifying, coursed through every muscle and nerve in your body until it culminated in your convulsing cunt. the primal-ness in his thrusts was numbing your lower region, tingling trails of goosebumps along your frame as those wonderful deep-chested grunts and moans he was making signaled he was close to that sweet release.

getō’s toned body was on top of yours fully, his heavy weight pressing you further down into the mattress; his chest close to your face, hearing his heart thundering with anticipation. sweat beaded across your bodies as electrifying sparks cracked between you two the second getō snapped his hips a little harder than intended and you felt that breath of air you were desperately taking leave your body.

“take it all. take every last drop.”

getō shudders, letting out a low guttural brawl. the way his balls squeezed and convulsed against you and his cock twitching and throbbing made it impossible not to feel it all; the jerking of his hips as he released his hot ribbons of thick cum into your squeezing cunt, painting every inch of your gummy walls.

he stayed deeply embedded in your fluttering cunt until he was satisfied with the thought that his cum was already settling in your womb. and when he finally pulled out his softening cock, he did so gradually, doing his best to keep his baby batter mess from spilling out of you.

getō tried to catch any bit of his escaping thick load with his thumb, carefully scooping it and pushing it as deep as he can back inside of you, but the way your used little cunt was greedily clenching, keeping in his load made him smile heartily.

and that night, not a single drop was wasted.

₍ ੭ᐢ..ᐢ)੭ @getoswhore — refrain from plagiarizing, translating, modifying, and/or reposting my work!

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: oral, vibrating dildo, some dumbification, manhandling, squirting for the first time, praise, overstimulation

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 @gonjie: i saw a post saying requests are open? need some Gojo content to cope rn plz maybe it's the first time with Gojo and he makes you squirt, which you've never done before. i feel like going from ordinary/mediocre men to Gojo would be such an overwhelming experience

Oreo: they are open and sorry this took forever for me to get to. 🥲 Satoru would be a huge jump from the guys you normally hook up with 😩

You’re craving more of the immense mind-breaking pleasure of Satoru’s relentless tongue. “Fuck right there! Please toru don’t stop! Fuck I’ve been wanting to cum on your pretty face since I saw you.”

Straddling his face, tightly holding onto Satoru’s fluffy, soft hair. He’s so strong, easily holding you on his shoulders, straddling his face. His hand on your hip keeps you steady.

You’re losing your ability to think, loudly moaning, your thighs tremble, clenching his beautiful face. “Cummed! I-I-nnn cummed! Nn!” Satoru’s relentless, captivated by eating and stuffing your sloppy cunt.

You can feel the dildo’s vibrations in your oversensitive, puffy clit. Pumping it faster, keeping it perfectly angled, never missing your g-spot. “Nnnnn!” The toy pulses faster, and he keeps it still, pressing it to your g-spot.

Your eyes widen, stinging with tears that trickle down your face. Clenching the toy, rocking your hips, grinding your puffy clit on his soft tongue. Chasing another high, you can’t help but want more.

After months of pinning after your co-worker, spending nights masturbating whilst thinking about him. “Don’t stop! Your tongue feels so good on my cunt.” Mindlessly seeking pleasure, grinding your sloppy cunt on his beautiful face.

Satoru tightens his grasp, not wavering, loudly groaning licking your clit faster. Stepping towards the bed, kneeling at its edge, sliding his hand up towards the middle of your back. Laying you down on the edge of the bed without taking his mouth off your clit.

Shallowly pumping the toy, stroking your sweet spot. He groans, making out with your clit. Sliding his hand out from under you, grabbing your hip. You hook the other one over his shoulder, pulling Satoru in closer.

Squirting warm cum onto Satoru’s beautiful face. Quivering, feebly jerking away from his soft tongue. He groans following your hips, steadily stroking your clit, pumping the toy fucking you through your high.

Your cunt spams around the toy. Tugging his soft hair, desperate for a reprieve from the intensity. “Good girl knew your beautiful sloppy cunt could squirt for me, she likes me too much.” Kissing your clit, dragging the dildo till its tip is tugging on your tight cunt.

His groans are beautiful, breathy, and more erotic than they should be. “Fuck you’re so beautiful.” He slips his finger underneath the dark band of his blindfold, gliding it off. “Messin’ up my bed with your pretty soaking wet pussy, wanna soak my cock next?”

PANTY STEALER | E. JAEGER

⇲ PAIRING: roommate!eren jaeger x female!reader

⇲ WARNINGS: panty thief eren >:(, smut, swearing, humping/grinding, unprotected sex (wear a condom), creampie, UNDER 17 DNI.

⇲ WORD COUNT: 1,079

⇲ SYNOPSIS: eren is your roommate, and an annoyingly attractive one at that. but one by one, your panties begin to disappear. surely it can’t be eren?

⇲ AN: this concept and ‘ren :,)..this was very self indulgent bye.. but him <33 pls god help.. ty @yeagertv for beta reading bae i love u🤍 please let me know if i missed anything in the warnings! likes + reblogs are always appreciated !!

At first, you didn’t pay it any mind. Maybe it got lost in the wash, or perhaps you’d mistakenly thrown it out. It was just a pair of panties, you had plenty — and if need be, you could buy yourself some more.

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cheerleader!reader riding nerd!toji in the locker room afterschool. You’d basically be shunned by your team if they ever found out you were fucking a nerd, but you just couldn’t resist him. He wasn’t an ordinary, stereotypical type of nerd. He was the type who kept to himself, very nonchalant, and only conversed with a few people, but he also was very smart, not to mention muscular (he must hit the gym in his free time). It’d be a shame if he didn’t put those muscles to use. You’re a bit of a slut, practically slept with the entire football team and none of them had you whipped like Toji. His big hands, his thick cock, his muscular arms, they all just fit so perfectly in or on you.

Your skirt is hiked up, panties pushed to the side as you ride him on the bench, the loud sound of skin clapping echoing through the locker room. “Nnngh—fuck! Your cock feels so good!” You pant, slamming your hips down on his, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix. “I swear—ah! Don’t tell anyone about this! I’ll make your life hell!” You threaten through your moans, biting down on your lip.

“I…I won’t.” He shakes his head, running his hands over your inner thighs, eyes glued to the way your pussy sinks down onto his glistening cock. “Fuck…your pussy feels too good,” he rasps, his hands reaching up to grip your waist.

“Don’t you dare cum in me! Mmmph, I can feel you throbbing!” Your mouth is saying one thing but your mind is saying another. You’d absolutely love to see his cum dripping from your pussy, but you can’t take any chances. But your hips keep on moving and your pussy keeps on clenching down on him like a vice, milking his cock.

“Shit, shit! S-slow down!” He tries to halt your movements, but you slap his hand out the way. “Stop! You’re gonna make me fucking cum! Ah! Nnngh!” His eyes squeezed shut as you went faster, bouncing on his cock like a bitch in heat.

“I…I can’t…stop.” Your eyes glaze over, like your in a trance, your sloppy pussy squelching with each movement and before you know it toji dumps his hot load inside of you, the sheer feeling making you cum with him. “Oh my god! Yes!” You rock your hips back and forth, his cock massaging against your g-spot. Your body twitches above his for few moments, both of you catching your breath. “Keep your mouth shut about this.” You warn, slowly lifting your hips, his cum oozing out slowly. A soft whimper leaves your lips as you stand to your shaky feet, fixing your skirt. “Ugh now I need to get a plan b.”

“I told you to get off,” he plainly said. “Not my fault.”

"it was in 2020" oh so like a year or so ago. a couple years. im sorry 5? did you just say five? five years ago ?

( 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙬𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 ) ── HEADcanons for you, my girls ! 🎀 ྀིྀི

⭑ 𓂃⠀boku no hero ・ ⸝⸝ ҂ their reaction while you ride .. ( sfw x cow girl ) pt2

Bakugo

. you moaned slyly or whimpered = him going crazy.

. helps you go faster.

. "fuck, I'm yours-".

. marks.

. he likes to be in control even in these situations, so, they will both move.

. this position makes him moan your name.

. he gets so horny that in addition to pulsing inside, the tip of his dick turns red.

Iida

. when he goes to kiss you, one hand on your hip for you don't stop and the other on your neck or in your hair.

. “shake yr hips here..”

. he likes you to put your hands on his chest to make him go faster.

. moan hoarsely.

. muffle the moans with kisses.

Shoto

. the more you press it, the faster it goes.

. he loves the noise that bodies make when you're too wet.

. "let me help you.."

. loves being scratched on the abdomen.

. uses kissing as an excuse to take control of movements.

❗ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ 18+ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ɪꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ. ❗

[ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ]

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: ᴍɪʟꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴀꜱᴋꜱ ʜᴇʟᴘ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ɴᴇɪɢʜʙᴏʀ ᴡʜᴏᴍ ʜɪꜱ ꜱᴏɴ ɪꜱ ꜰᴏɴᴅ ᴏꜰ.

𝙏𝙖𝙜𝙨: ᴀꜰᴀʙ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴛᴇᴀꜱɪɴɢ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴘʀᴇɢɴᴀɴᴄʏ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ʙʀᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇꜱᴛʀᴏʏɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴇʀᴠɪx

[𝘙𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴: 𝘖𝘱𝘦𝘯]

𝘼/𝙉: 𝙁𝙊𝙇𝙇𝙊𝙒𝙄𝙉𝙂, 𝙍𝙀𝘽𝙇𝙊𝙂𝙂𝙄𝙉𝙂, 𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉𝙎, 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙁𝙀𝙀𝘿𝘽𝘼𝘾𝙆𝙎 𝘼𝙍𝙀 𝘼𝙋𝙋𝙍𝙀𝘾𝙄𝘼𝙏𝙀𝘿. 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩. 𝙄'𝙢 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙥𝙞𝙣 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙤 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙗𝙚 𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙣𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙪𝙥𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙖𝙣 𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙨.

"And here I thought we're just gonna fix the little table you brought for your kid," his seducing whispers tickled your right ear as he bit on it gently. You could feel his hands get themselves busy by tracing the shape of your body, slowly and gently as he pressed his bulge against your ass.

"Geto stop it," it was the nth time you asked him to halt his perverted ministrations while you guys were in the middle of fixing something. You could already tell that he's already keeping himself at home.

"Are we really gonna stop this?" He pressed himself again and this time his bulge brushed against the thin cloth of your skirt. "Are we really gonna stop this, mommy?"

The way he addressed the title was something off but it wasn't that, it in fact made you curious. Come to think of it, you were older than this man and also considering you have a seven year old son. Geto has been your neighbor for a couple of months now and you could say that him and your son get along all the time. You didn't understand what really connected the both of them to be close but you also understood that your son needed a good father figure to look up to. Or so you thought...

"Quit it, Geto. It's not funny- Ah!" His hand suddenly groped one of your breast, giving it a little massage before cupping both of them. The sudden touch he gave you made you arch your back that your to rest your head unto his chest and your ass pressing itself more into his bulge. As you looked down, the position itself gave you the view of his skilled hands playing with your mounds.

This feeling felt new to you again. Has it been months? Years perhaps?

"Geto-"

"Yeah? Enjoyin' yourself so much?" He chuckled as he felt the pressure of your soft ass against him and your plump breasts that he cupped selfishly. His eyes gazed at your round ass and it seems that you're either brushing it on purpose or you really are just wiggling yourself out from his grasp.

Neither matters, he thought. A little grin forming on his lips as he pressed it against your neck, deliciously and slowly leaving kisses until he blew a thin air to your nape. For him, every bit of reaction that you feel was like a reward to himself. He wanted to torment you sweetly, wanted you to become his. Was it the thought of you being plump with his kid? Hell nah, he didn't even want to be a father in the first place. He was so sure about it but then his little mind would long for little games. Dangerous games.

Well of course, little games like him filling you up and you bearing his kid. It was something that icked the young man to mess you up until your plump.

Without any hesitation he picked you up like a little ragged doll and went to your room where you slept. The sudden action of course surprised you but deep inside you, from the way he did his actions you somehow knew you guys would end up fucking. He threw you to bed, the soft bounce from the foam ricocheted as you lie down. He positioned himself just right in front of you, both of his palms resting on your knees.

"Suguru please, my kid will be coming home from school!"

"Yeah," he looked at the wall clock and saw that it was 4:00 in the afternoon. His well chiseled jawline evident before he clenched it, now his gaze focused on you.

Shit. That's all you have to say.

"What 'yeah'? Get off me please,"

He only nodded with a playful 'hmm' as he used his right palm to rest on your waist. "See, it looks so beautiful." He couldn't help himself but to put his other palm to your other waist.

"H-huh?"

"Seems your waist agrees that it likes the feeling of my palms," he snickered. Noticing how embarrassed you look, he knew he did well. "You're so beautiful, I'd fill you up until you don't want me anymore."

"Goodness Suguru," you whispered, your core already wanting for attention. You could feel your panties already soaking wet coming from his actions a while ago. Your skirt didn't even matter to him anymore, he was quick to lift that skimpy skirt you have and let him have access to your deepest desires.

"I know," he started to run his thin and delicate fingers to the lacy thin hem of your panties. His fingers continued to scan the underwear just at the front coverage when he followed a certain pattern of the underwear.

"It's thin," he gazed at you. His sly eyes that teased you. Oh you know this gaze too damn well and you sure feel intoxicated by it. His fingertips still grazing to that lacy front coverage. You couldn't take your eyes off him as well. Not that you were not embarrassed but by the way he gazed at you. It felt so demanding that the moment he laid his eyes at you.

"H-huh?"

He only chuckled at your dumbfounded response. Geto slowly moves his lips closer to your right ear. He blew another thin air that made your brows furrow and lips shut.

"You seem pretty good with choosing colors," he pecked your cheek and slowly and gently nudged his nose against it, it seemed romantic and gentle that you didn't even stop the man.

I mean, who wouldn't?

"Hmm, how did you know I like the color burgundy?"

Oh.

Shit.

The color made you remember that your officemate eventually gave this to you during the little holiday party to you had alongside the other workers.

"I really can't think of another gift to give you aside this one, it'll come handy next time."

You remember her silly smile with her wink as she gave you the present in a small paper bag. Recalling it made you flustered in frustration.

"It's not what you think, a friend gave it to me and said It'll come handy-" another kiss on your cheek.

"So your friend does know what she's doing,"

"Geto stop it- I don't like it." his hands now slowly groping your soft, round, and voluptuous breasts. He slowly unbuttoned half of the white blouse you had on until he could fully access his itchy fingers to feel the warmth of your boobs.

"Hmm." He rested his forehead on your shoulder, keeping himself entertained. His slender fingers slowly lowered your bra revealing your peaks erect from the stimulation. "Your body says otherwise,"

A victorious grin perked up on his lips.

"You jerk."

"Yeah, I'd be honest." looking at you with his sly eyes and amused lips, he left a kiss on your cleavage and let his lips take over your left nipple. "I jerk on you often times."

"Please Geto- Ah!"

How could he say that to you so bluntly? Was it something he'd do normally? Of course not. He's probably messing around. Unless??

He knew what he was doing and he's enjoying every bit of it. You could almost see that annoying ghost smile of his. You could have resisted but whatever happened to it, it's long gone.

As far as you could remember, it has been years since you last felt the high of euphoria of sexual pleasure. You had no time for this since you were too busy taking care of your son plus his father was an irresponsible individual, what do you expect?

"Give in to me," Geto whispered those sweet words to you as he continued to suck like a greedy and hungry baby. "You won't regret it."

You were so confused but it felt so fucking nice. It's too late to say no him because his touches were already eating the modesty left in you.

"Let's be selfish, yeah?" he encouraged. "Wanna breed you so bad and bully your lil cervix."

You were driven by his devilish temptations and it got the best of you and without any hesitation you reached for the clasp of your bra and undid it. The clicking sound of you unclasping it.

"Just- please just hurry up."

Oh? She's really telling me to hurry up huh? Well, that's gonna be her problem.

He waited for this.

Geto could sense how embarrassed you were with your actions but he was entertained. Of course he couldn't get pass this moment.

Every single day he prayed for it.

"Yeah, I'm kinda excited that your little pal gonna witness his mom bear another kid."

"Fuck you."

"Yeah, I'll fuck you so hard..." He chuckled and nibbled on your ear. "... You'd really beg me to wife you up."

Perverted things JJK men do (established relationship)

Gojo

Cums in your conditioner bottle. He loves knowing that you wear him with you every day, that when people brush against you and inhale your sweet scent, they’re also smelling him. Satoru likes to think that it sends, on a cellular level perhaps, a message telling them you’re taken, by him. 

Intent on keeping this a secret, he does the grocery shopping every time you let him know you’re running out. Unscrewing the bottle, he places the head of his cock into the hole just as he’s about to reach his peak, jerking his long and pink cock off as fast as he can, biting his bottom lip to keep from making a noise that might alert you to the depravity that’s going on in the bathroom. 

Then, once he’s spilled his seed, he screws the lid back on and shakes vigorously to ensure it’s all mixed in properly and that every pump will have his cum in it. Satoru counts the hours until you excuse yourself to the bathroom and waits, in anticipation and with a leaky cock, for you to emerge all fresh and brand spanking new.

He’s never once told anyone else this, and he himself does not understand why he feels the urge to be so perverted. Sometimes he wonders how you’d react if he told you. Would you get mad? Make him stop? Or maybe you’d find it hot or adorable?

Whatever it’ll be, Satoru’s not eager to find out anytime soon. So, he continues his routine, smiles when you get a compliment on your hair, and frowns when you say you want to stop using hair conditioner and wear a hair mask instead.

What the heck is a hair mask?

Geto

Takes advantage of your sleeping form. It started off completely innocent. He just liked watching the faces you make: your brows furrow when you’re having a nightmare, your bottom lip quivers when you exhale just a little too hard, and you sometimes smile when you’re having a dream he can only hope involves him. 

But then, the urge to do something darker, something secretive overwhelmed him. At night, you’re completely vulnerable. He loves pushing what he can get away with. He’ll manoeuvre your body into positions he likes — arms wide open so he can see your breasts press against the thin confines of your tank top, nipples hard and poking through; legs spread and feet together in a butterfly position so he can see your panties tight against your pussy lips, the imprints defined and he can run his finger down the seam, pressing harder where your clit is just to hear your gasp; and keeping your body still so he can pull the neckline of your tank top down, baring your beautiful tits to the night air and wrap them around his cock.

He juts between the valley, tip knocking into your chin and leaving a wet trail that breaks off as he pulls back just to thrust forward again. Careful not to thrust too hard, lest the bed creaks and you're jostled awake, he uses the immorality of his act to get himself going, knowing that you're vulnerable to his ministrations. But Suguru isn't a bad boyfriend, so he leans back and presses hard against your pussy, rubbing you to an orgasm only your sleeping form can appreciate.

Ever the gentleman, he cums into a tissue and not into your mouth, and only then can he fall asleep beside you. Then, in the morning, he shrugs when you wonder why you're always soaked in the morning. Must have had a wet dream, he says.

Choso

Takes your dirty panties with him for moral support. You don’t know he does this and he’d very much like to keep it that way in case you chalk it up to him being a curse and not knowing what's right and wrong. He knows it's wrong. The truth is, he just really really likes you. Loves you, in fact. So, he sneakily steals a panty or two from the laundry basket and stuffs them in his pockets. 

There’s just something about being able to carry you with him whenever he goes. Whether, it’s whilst he’s in the car, sparring, or on a mission. He can take a piece of you out and inhale your scent, bask in your sweetness, and memorise every part of you to heart. 

Of course, his intentions aren’t entirely romantic and pure. He also really likes to jerk off with your used panties wrapped around his cock. It’s shameful and embarrassing and so depraved, he knows that, but that’s precisely what gets him going. Knowing you’d be shocked bye the extent of his adoration for you makes him thrust faster. He imagines you watching, with that saccharine sweet voice, telling him to show you just how much he loves you. And he never wants to disappoint you, so in the car, parked somewhere dark, he presses the cold, wet spot of the gusset to his nose and takes a long and deep inhale. 

The car shakes with the ferocity of his jerking. One hand gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles turn white and the other holding your panties to his cock head, connecting his tip to where you were and imagining that it’s your pussy wrapped around him. The scent, the wetness, the wrongness of it all makes him cum harder than he should. And just in time to pick you up too. This way when he gets to have the real thing with you, he’ll last longer. 

Toji

Pisses you off on purpose. Can’t blame him. You’re so fucking adorable when you’re mad. Seriously. You make this pouting face when you think whatever excuse he’s giving you is complete and utter bullshit, which it is. Then, you’ll cross your arms, pushing those bouncy tits up, foot tapping and accentuating your long legs. Stomping around and yelling as if you know what you’re doing. You should know by now that raising your voice only gets him hard. And damn, when you smack his chest to get his attention, it makes his dick jump in his boxers. 

Leaving the toilet seat up or not using a coaster, all of it irks you and gets him going. Of course, he doesn’t do it often; you’ll goddamn leave him if he did, that’s for sure. So, he saves his little tricks up his sleeve for when he’s really horny. Like now, when he didn’t take the meat out of the freezer to defrost in time for when you came home. You’re talking his ear off about how irresponsible he is, shrugging off your work clothes one by one until you’re left in a white button up and just panties, completely blind to how he’s grinning ear to ear, watching you bend over, showing him the smooth, round fats of your ass. 

God, he loves the infuriated look on your face. You’re fuming. The best part about it all is the angry sex you’re about to have. Maybe you like to get mad at him for the same reason. Maybe you hope, as you walk up to the door of your house, that he’s fucked up something, anything. And who is he to deny you? So, with faux indignation, he grabs you by the throat and hisses for you to shut the fuck up, get on your knees and open that pretty mouth of yours. Put it to better use than yapping, he says, eyes rolling back at the intensity of your suction.

Nanami

Swaps out your birth control for sugar pills. He knows it’s wrong. God, does he ever. But the temptation is too hard to resist. Kento’s already pushing it with the fact that he convinced you to get on the pill so you can make love with no barrier between you two but he just had to go a step further and make sure that the pill is useless. 

It only started recently. He just wanted to fuck once knowing he could be making you a mommy at any given moment. The thought of you all plump and round with his child drives him crazy. It makes him rut into you with no rhyme or rhythm, just pushing the overflowing cum he’s already pumped in there deeper into your pussy, tutting when they spill out of you. Thumbing the errant drops, he tells you to open up and pushes it down your throat; if his cum won’t go into your womb then it should go into your stomach, right?

The tears in your eyes from the overstimulation makes his cock throb. This one of the very rare moments he ever allows himself to make you cry and he imagines you'll also cry tears of joy when you find out you're pregnant with his child, and again when the baby, a little girl he hopes, is in your arms.

Kento knows he’ll be good to you. He’ll be so good. He’ll massage your swollen feet, waddle you over to the toilet, pulling your panties down for you when you can’t, tending to every craving no matter how odd and no matter at what time. You know he’ll be a good father — he’s sweet, caring, firm when needed, reliable and dependable. So, he reasons that you won’t mind if his seed does take hold. 

You love raw sex just as much as he does, after all. 

Sukuna

Makes you think he’s going to kill you. He has no remorse. The high is incredible. You have a penchant for pissing him off, so when his irritation finally boils over, you see a glint in his eyes and a tick in his jaw that very much tells you one thing: run. 

Of course, he has a soft spot for you so he gives you a head start. He’s a monster, not a man. Every part of him is attune to his surroundings. He knows every inch of the estate and better yet, he knows you. Where you like to hide, where you think he’d think to look, and where your little legs could take you in the short time he gave you. Sukuna could seek you out immediately, but the fun isn’t in the victory. It’s in the conquest. 

Voice loud, he taunts, “I can smell your fear, woman. I can hear your pathetic quivering. I know where you are. And when I find you, I’m going to tear you to pieces.”

For the effect, he even picks up an unnecessary weapon. A stoke or an axe, something that will make a chilling noise as he drags it along the wooden floor or scrape it against the wall, letting you know he’s getting closer and closer. His cock is throbbing in his robes, heavy and swinging, as he takes a deep inhale of the fear permeating the air. It’s salty from the sheer prospect of pain and death, but also sweet because it’s undeniably yours. 

Entering your chambers, he rolls his eyes at how utterly predictable, and foolish, you are. You clear haven’t learnt from any of the stupid horror movies you’ve forced him to watch — hiding under the bed is the worst thing you can do. He reminds you of that when his big hand wraps around your ankle, fondling the frail bone, and tugs. Sukuna rejoices, and leaks cum, at the blood curdling cream you let out. 

You dangle in the air as his monstrous form towers over you. When he sniffs at your pussy and smells the juices you’re leaking out too, he knows you get off on the thrill too, and perhaps, that’s the real reason he loves this so much.