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nkogneatho · 4 months

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"𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐊"

𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊

—cw: lactation kink, mentions of pregnancy, dirty, nasty, depraved stuff, vaginal sex, period oral mention, monsterfucking in kuna's (sukuna's is way too dirty), dry humping, drinking breast milk obv, not proofread (this is too long and i have an event tomorrow)

—a/n: i have officially lost it. is it obvious i have lost it? idk if this is the best or the worst thing you will ever read but this is very depraved and nasty. like...aaaaaaaaaahh okay i am normal. i put my big titties non existent breast milk into this so please read it all and i hope you enjoy.

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

— satoru is the man who is always up for something new. especially, if it involves pleasing you because he's a good husband and that's good what husbands do. he knows how to pull out the naughty parts out of you, but he had to work his way up.

"I am just saying. It helps. Believe me," your husband was arguing with you.

"Cut it out, Toru. I am not letting you suck my boobs."

"But why?"

"Because it's gross and weird." The moment those words left your mouth, he audibly gasped.

"Did you just call our baby's food gross?" You rolled your eyes. He's always like this. It's not like you weren't curious of his reaction when he does taste you, you were just scared that he'd be disgusted. Plus the post pregnancy hormones are worst as they make you emotional over the silliest things.

"Please, baby? Just this one time. I'll be a good boy I promise." You hate when he addresses himself as if he's an angel. He is a mischievous devil inside. But rather than having him pester you for the rest of the night and ruin your hard earned sleep (since your baby's cries always wakes you up) You thought maybe let him and just get it over with...

"mmph ffhuck." His moans vibrated through your skin, "mhmm god ywo twaste shwo good." The moment he said that, all the insecurity left your body, and heat forming between your legs.

"Ngh—toru..." you felt so embarrassed—so dirty when his eyes locked with you. Your lashes fluttered and you looked away but you swore you could feel him smiling on your nipples. Your husband really digs out the emotions you never thought existed within you.

He was pressing them together, playing like he had just found a new toy. You had never seen so much amusement in those blue eyes as much as of now. Bright pink tongue lolling out to taste the squirting liquid when he squeezed both your breasts together.

"Feels good, right baby? ah!" *slurp* He wiped the dripping milk at the end of his lips with his tongue, and you couldn't process. You felt so wet. And he knew you very well. After all, you've been together for so many years.

"Lay down baby. I'll fuck you while I drink you." You never thought you'd ever hear that sentence but there it was.

𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈

— toji has always been an experienced man. he has definitely tried a lot of things. but there's always areas to expand knowledge and new things to learn. he wouldn't do anything that makes you uncomfortable but he knew the person he was marrying wasn't ordinary. you, deep down, were just very dirty like him.

You had your legs stretched on the sofa, upper body resting on your husband's lap. Since you guys had a baby, it was very rare for you rest. Being a parent is the best thing in the world but it also feels worse than a 9to5 sometimes. Today was a good day though. Your boy was sleeping soundly and you had some quality time to spend with each other. Well, it's hard to go on a date at this time, but you both were just happy to be in each other's presence.

Toji was mindlessly flipping through some channels after he got bored halfway through that one movie he was watching. His emerald eyes fell on your ipad screen where you were scrolling through what seemed like a baby product websites.

"I thought we had bought everything for little gumi." You looked up at him then back to the screen.

"Oh this isn't for gumi bear. This is for me. These are called breast shells."

"What? Show me." He took the ipad from you and carefully observed the product you were supposedly buying. "So what is this a fashion accessory for mommies now?"

"Hehehe," you giggled. "No, baby. My breast oversupplies sometimes and it ruins my dress. They prevent that." You watched him as he sat there in silence, poking his tongue inside his mouth. Within two seconds, he flipped you on the sofa, and gently climbed on you.

"Why are you buying that shitty thing when I am right here?"

"Toji, what do y—OH MY GOD!" he pulled out both your breast pretty quickly, all thanks to your maternity clothes. He knew you won't stop him. He knew you would get wet when he'd do that. And he was right on the money. He started sucking so hard, you felt...foreign. He had sucked them a hundred times before but watching him flick your nipples with his tongue and the milk trailing down, fusing with the tastebuds until it goes transparent and his adam's apple bobs when he gulps it. fuck.

Toji's obvious boner grinds against your heat as he suckled on those pretty tits. The wet patch on your panties were now staining his grey bottoms too.

"Overflowing down there too, mama? Hmph," he chuckled. You were to focused on the feeling of his lips on your nipples that you forgot to see his right hand moving down to cup your heat.

"Ngh—twoji," you mewled.

"Don't worry, baby. I'll take care of you." Thick fingers circled your wet clit, "Ya don't need those shells or whateva when i am right here." He is a great husband. He even saved you so much money that you were gonna spend on those silicones.

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔

—suguru worships you. it isn't obvious but you can feel his devotion towards you. the way his droopy eyes lights up when they fall on you, or his ears turn red when you kiss him. he loves how you take him in, struggling a little at first because he is girthy and a bit long, but when he bottoms out, you finally exhale and relax your walls around him. holy shit. he loves it. but this time, something different struck his curiosity.

"fuck. you sure we can do this baby?" He asked.

"'s okay, sugu. doc said we had to wait like six weeks and it's been three months." You were so busy in your post pregnancy life that you barely got time for just each other. You hadn't even kissed properly in months. "plus," you reached for his cock, "i need you." Those last words came off as a whine. You needed him and who is he to deny you off your pleasure.

You were on top of him as you positioned his boner to your entrance. He watched as your cunt swallowed him. This time, not struggling as much. Thanks to dilation.

"anh! suguuu~ mhmm missed your cock." You moaned so beautifully, he found himself falling in love over and over again. Yet, something was different. Normally, his eyes would focus down on how you well you take him as you ride it, but today he had found something rather more interesting. Your big tits bumped against his face and he couldn't take his eyes of those nipples. Those glistening nipples. He could see droplets of milk settling and honestly, they looked so fucking tempting. He let his intrusive thoughts win as you felt a warm sensation on your boobs.

"haaa—fuck. sugu, mhmm—no, it's gross" He didn't reply. He didn't need to. Pretending he didn't hear that was just right. Why would you even think anything about you is gross. He would kiss the soil you walked on.

"so fucking sweet. my sweet girl." *sucksucksuck* "these are f'me too, right? these were made f'me. hmm...sweet *suck* fucking *suck* girl.

congratulations. you just unlocked his new kink.

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎

—nanami is a gentke lover. we all know that. he is only mean in bed if you ask him too. that alone needs a lot of convincing because he is scared of hurting you. he is not too kinky but you can't say he's completely vanilla. he enjoys wrapping a tie around wrist as be eats you out. he also found himself getting hard when you called him "daddy." So yeah, he is a little kinky. But not in a million years Nanami Kento would've thought he would get hard watching you wipe the excess milk off your breasts.

"So i just put her down to sleep," you walked out of the baby room, with your left tit out, wiping it with a napkin. "What do you want for lunch—Kento?" He immediately broke the staring contest he was having with your boobs and looked at you.

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"Is everything alright? Is there something on my breasts?"

"Yes—I mean no. of course not." It was rare to hear panic in his voice which only made you mroe curious. You walked closer to him, hsi breath heavier than usual.

"What's wrong, Ken? Talk to me." shit shit shit. you were too close. he could feel your wet boobs rubbing against his cyan blue shirt. If you got any closer, you would loathe him for having a boner for such thing. He was ashamed of himself.

"Why are you looking away, baby? Do you not like me anymore?" Fuck. You're so stupid. Not like you? That man is in love with you so much. He cannot contain himself. You tried to get closer but he tripped on the foot of the couch and felk on it upright, and you on top of him.

oh.

OH.

You could feel it between your legs. You didn't even kiss him and it's not like you were seducing him earlier so you connected the dots pretty quickly on why he was hard.

"hmm hmm" you giggled. "is this what makes you hard you, ken? my lactating tits?"

"don't say it out loud, please." it was so fun seeing him all flustered. you adjusted yourself on top him as you thought of something very dirty.

"wanna taste? i know you're curious." he hesitated a bit, but a man like him can only go so high with his walls before he breaks them and let's his wife take control.

He started off with a few licks, testing his feet into the water. It was sweet with a hint of tanginess. The moment he felt it squirting a lot when he sucked, he fell in love. He acted like a kid who had just discovered magic. You chuckled between your heavy moans as you witnessed him trying to fit in your tits in his mouth as much as he can. You start grinding on him and it only makes him more desperate. He taps your thighs, a cue to pull your dress up and throw it in the floor. You watch as he hungrily latches his lips on your nipples quickly again. Your dress was not even off your arms yet. Nanami had discovered his obsession when he watched you squeeze you tits to squirt your milk on him.

𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀

—sukuna didn't even think it was possible for him to have a child as him being a curse and you being a human but here you were. he was in love with you. maybe his expression for love was different than others, but you felt it. be wasn't an embodiment of rage, but rather an overflowing confidence in his skills. That's where the cockiness came from. Existing for over a 1000 years, he thought he had experienced everything. Well...he was wrong.

"So...you just out this device on your chest and it gathers your milk?"

"Yes. It's called a "breast pump" and not a device," his vocabulary according to the new era was still weak but he was working on it.

When you detached the the vaccum of the breast pump from your boobs, Sukuna's eyes were fixated on them. He loved your tits. He had his fair share of biting and sucking on them till they were sore, but today they looked so plumped and so...succulent??

"What are you staring at? You want to drink it too or what?" You joked as you closed the lid of the bottle.

"Yes." You stared at him. Two minutes of complete shock snd silence.

"What?"

"What? You said if I want to drink it, and I answered."

"Yeah but—"

"Be a good wife, my little human. Good wives obey their husband's wishes." (Please let the feminist in you shut up for a sec and enjoy cuz i know he'd say smtg like this)

"Kuna...I don't know. It's nasty, y'know?"

"I think you're forgetting that I am a monster, baby. I ate you out during your those days of the month. This is less dirty." He yaps a lot someone shit him up before I die from embarrassment.

Sukuna laid you on the bed gently after getting you undressed. For the first time in so.many years, you were feeling shy again in front of him. It was quite an amusing sight to enjoy for him. He summoned a mouth on both his palm and licked your nipples. He wasn't sucking yet, but the hint of sweetness still laced his tastebuds.

"I am going to squeeze your breasts in my mouth now, okay?" Why did he feel the need to announce it? Weren't you already so flustered?

The tongues on his palm licked the skin of your tits before squeezing it when his mouth crashed against your nipples, spraying the milk. Sukuna sometimes forget you're a human. You're delicate unlike. The strong force of the suction made you whine and moan so loudly, it vibrated through the walls of the bedroom.

"mhmm I did not know my beloved wife enjoyed such depraved acts," he smirked when his thighs brushed against your bare pussy. you were dripping wet.

"Don't worry, little one. Let me please you. Hope you have pumped out enough in that bottle of yours. Because, I am going to milk you dry today."

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daisynik7 · 7 months

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Nanami is so used to treasuring you, treating you delicately like the sweet, precious gem that you are. It catches him completely off guard when one night, after he vents about work, you ask for him to be very rough with you. “Take it out on me, honey. Be as rough as you like. I can take it.”

He’s speechless at first, taken aback by the unusual request in the middle of him undressing from his office attire. He doesn’t notice that his signature tie is coiled tightly around his fist, button-up undone, revealing his brawny figure beneath his fitted undershirt. He has no clue how sexy he is right now, veins bulging from his beefy fingers, brows furrowed in a scowl, still frustrated from today’s nuisance at work. It’s a different side of him you usually don’t see, and maybe that’s why you’re so intrigued by it. You want to test him, see how hard he can give it you.

It takes a while for him to agree to it; he can’t imagine being even the slightest bit mean to his darling angel. But the further and further you badger him about it, tugging on his cuff, begging please, please, please, the more convinced he is to just do it. So, per your request, he pins your wrists together against your back, knotting his tie around them, locking you in a compromising position. You nestle your head into the pillow, knees digging into the mattress, ass sticking up, completely vulnerable. The anticipation already has your pussy fluttering.

He lies beneath you, eating you out first, slurping and sucking on your clit until your cunt is wet with your first orgasm, sleek enough for him to enter you smoothly. He kneels behind you, teasing your entrance with his fingers, feeling how juicy you are for him. He hums, satisfied, guiding his cock slowly inside you until he bottoms outs, groin pressed firmly to your ass. His thrusts are slow at first, easing into it to allow you to adjust to his size. But when you provoke him with a Is that the best you got? I know you can do better than that, he doesn’t hold back any longer. He grabs your wrists, pinning your shoulders back while he pumps himself deep inside you, bullying your sweet spot until you’re flooded with his cum. “You like it rough, don’t you, sweetheart? You like having this sloppy cunt filled with my seed. I’m gonna keep giving it to you until I’m milked dry and there’s nothing left. Understand?”

You can only nod, gasping when he starts fucking you again, still just as hard inside you, drilling into you until he gives you a second and third creamy load, relishing your unabashed moans echoing off the bedroom walls. When he finally pulls out of you, he watches his cum leak out of you, dripping onto the sheets. You collapse onto the bed, arms sore from being stretched out, wrists raw from the grip of his tie, pussy ragged by his intense pummeling. And the biggest fucking smile on your face, already looking forward to the next time he has a bad day at work.

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satoruhour · 8 months

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YES 2 HEAVEN

a/n: continuation of this. ARRRGHHH also i swear i couldve written this better i kinda hate this lol / tagging @jabamin @shotorus @hyomagiri @crysugu @valberry @lov3rbody ✶

wc: 4.1k (got carried away again ! lord help me)

warnings: dad!gojo, fem!reader, he is enamoured with you, dom!gojo, calls you ‘mama’, also like slight daddy kink, sex while pregnant, lactation kink, pregnancy kink, implied f! masturbation, oral / cunnilingus, fingering, clit stimulation, praise, pet names, spitting, mating press, multiple rounds, overstimulation, unprotected sex, creampie / breeding kink, n*sfw under the cut

✶ dilf!gojo . . .

. . . who, when you were pregnant, could never get enough of your glow. sure, you’d look tired and worn out half the time but gojo thought you never looked better cradling your belly whilst you took your afternoon nap, or when you’d do some light chores around the house (you won over gojo trying to stop you). not to mention, your breasts were fuller and heavier with milk, soaking through your slip dresses often that he’s had to hide his hard-on more and more.

. . . who, on more than one occasion has had your tits caged within his hand: watching television, in naps, sex, he was unbelievably obsessed with the way the fabric around your nipples would leak and darken in colour. all he wanted was to knead them as he eats up your delicious moans, sucking hickies into your throat and holding your baby bump with his other hand. and then when satoru first peels the dress off of you, he whimpers, admiring the way your tits lactate and leak milk from its tip.

“s—satoru—” you’re sat sideways on his lap like the sweet girl you are and the first contact of his tongue around your nipple makes you let out a long moan. the sensitivity is all too much for you together with the heaviness of your belly and your hormones spiking and your husband simply smiles into your skin. he slurps at the liquid that drips from your tits, groaning into your breasts and the vibrations makes you clench your thighs together. it doesn’t go unnoticed by him when he’s got his hand between them, playing lazily with your clit and he presses a little harshly into your bundle of nerves and it draws such a beautiful cry and a spurt of your milk from your nipples right into his mouth. satoru cleans up well, noises similar to when he’d eat you out, “mmh… such perfect tits, mama, leaking so much milk just f’r me.” ✶

. . . whose hands look more rugged than he was young, fingertips a certain roughness to it from the boxes of the furniture of the nursery he’s carried to the training he still partakes in for young sorcerers. but they look especially pretty when he cuts up strawberries and bananas for your pancakes and later on, a teacup that barely makes its appearance in his hand from just how large he was in comparison to your baby girl’s tea set. your eyes also like to trail his hands as they skillfully weave your girl’s hair in a braid, hypnotised in which he uses his teeth to drag the hair tie to his fingers. satoru has a different opinion — he likes to see it on your belly when he wants to feel the baby kick and on your plush thighs when he’s teasing you, so close yet so far to your uncomfortable cunt.

. . . who uses your badly shaven job against you when his lips graze along your still full breasts and down to your torso. you can feel him drag the stubble against your inner thighs and it’s like he’s relishing in the way you squirm and thrash around on the bed, but the gojo below you is the culmination of multiple years of missions and caring for a baby girl. he looks so damn stunning between your legs as he usually does, except his features are more wrinkly and lenient and gentle, white strands turning just a little silver — it may just be the trick of the light.

but the way he eats you out has never changed — he’s already gone past making you beg for it. a hand on your inner thighs, caressing the skin and letting him do his damage, but it’s usually not long that gojo needs to hear you. “i heard you like this?” he laughs as he uses his teeth to pull at your underwear as he lifts your hips like you weigh nothing and his eyes are fixated on the way you’re leaking so much that there’s a string of arousal that connects your panties to your pussy. “’toru . .” you’re whining, grasping at nothing ’cause your belly was just too big. he finds your hand easily and twines your fingers. “yeah, angel?” with your legs propped up, he can appreciate the glory of your soaking pussy, and he thinks your tummy just looks divine, carrying a whole new life within it and still looking beautiful as ever. you preen when his mouth licks a stripe up your cunt and you can practically feel the stubble along your pussy lips. “mmh— was made to eat your pussy out, mama.” it’s no different from before. gojo eats you out with his skillful tongue, lapping at your folds and clit messily. you’re squeezing his hands at the intense sensations and he squeezes right back, other hand slowly drawing circles around your clenching, needy hole.

“look at ‘er,” gojo moans softly in awe as his finger parts your folds and he eases it in, your cunt automatically clamping down. you were right — they did feel rougher, bigger — it’s like you can feel the pads of his fingers and the lines on his digits. “so damn wettt . .” gradually he adds another and starts pumping them, moaning alongside you as your filthy husband nuzzles the bottom of his face into your sex and the prickle of his facial hair is so prominent — you just have to grind your hips onto his face. “careful of the baby, darling.” he lightly warns, fairly muffled, but he lets his little wife continue whatever she’s doing. “’toru, ’toru— needa c-cum . .” you’re whimpering, looking like a greek goddess as you’re dripping, dripping, all over satoru’s chin. “yeah? give it to daddy, baby, c’mon.” he moans into your clit, slurping up your juices mercilessly as his fingers reach so deep in you. “that’s right, that’s my girl— oooh fuckk . . . so much cum for me—” you’re cumming with a loud cry, plump thighs squeezing his head and he only presses his tongue deeper into your core as flood his tongue with your juices. he smacks his lips together and shoots you a smirk, “what a sweet thing my lil wife is — sweetest pussy too.” ✶

. . . who has to fuck you at least once while you’re pregnant, but he hadn’t imagined he would get so addicted to the look of your body rocking back and forth, so limp and pliant for him, especially with how he could easily do anything to you with how strong he was and yet you’re surrending everything up to him. satoru who has you in all sorts of positions where he can look at your supple breasts bounce as you cradle the baby in anxiety with one arm and the other is lining his back in red. and he hadn’t expected you’d be so horny too.

. . . whose dick you just can’t get enough of, pouncing on him once he’s gotten home from missions all sweaty and out of breath and your heart gets caught in your throat. guiding your hand to your little cunt when you wake in the morning to his toned chest and the look of soon-to-be-father looking so good on him. sending him little voice notes as you go on appointments by yourself (gojo hates himself for having a mission clash), but the contrast of your husband’s tear-filled apology before your needy audios is a stark contrast, fingers rubbing at your clit in the hospital toilet, unsatisfied. high-pitched whines whenever his cock would kiss your cervix juuust right and moaning how you want his cum in you, again

your husband throws his head back when he first sinks into you, but not before he slaps his cock along your folds, already soaking the sheets from the four times he’s made you cum. “f—fuck, so warm in here, baby.” gojo presses your hands to his lips and lays multiple kisses along it, even licking at your fingers and keeping his eyes locked on you while plunging them into your mouth. the gesture is sensual, hips rocking into you while his tongue glides over your fingers; he brings it to your clit after, helping you and satoru hopes he wouldn’t cum too early. especially when your hair is all splayed out with that glow along your cheeks. the position accentuate the curves of your body and your swelling stomach, and fuck, if he could paint, the image of your anatomy would be burned into his brain. “s’full, daddy.” he simply caresses your sore belly, “yeah? is it now?” he’s buried all the way to the hilt and the deepness sends a chill up your spine, “takin’ me like the good girl you are.”

“satoru, satoru, mmhhfuck,” your hands are holding into his forearms so tightly as he rocks into you, legs wrapped around his waist to trap him with your pussy and you truly wish your baby bump would be bigger so you didn’t have to look at your husband’s fucked out face and sweaty locks, grunts leaving his mouth as he continues to fuck into you with firm, solid thrusts. “w-what is it, sweeth— s-shit, this pussy’s too fuckin’ good.” you mewl at the words, staring up at him through hooded lids and a lax jaw. “tell me what— fuucck— you want, baby,” your words are beyond comprehensible, so you only can moan louder and babble over and over again, “cum— wan’ your cum, wan’ your cum, ’toru!” and gojo has a full blown aneurysm at the way you beg even when you were already knocked up. gojo’s breath and hips stutter at the way you hold onto his arm and plead, cumming straight into the warmth of your cunt with a loud groan. “don’t know how much i love your cunt, sweets.” ✶

. . . who, once you give birth to your baby girl, has never stopped thirsting over you, but he’s a little more considerate in letting your body rest. most of the time he’s pleasuring you just as you were with your baby bump, always the quickest to stand up and run to the nursery when he’d hear the baby’s cries or pass off him being between your legs as just wrestling as your darling girl gets another terrible nightmare. satoru has put you first, always, but lately the chivalrous acts that he’s been doing is landing you in a position of a dilemma — between decorum of a mother and the filthiness of a wife whose husband is just too hot.

. . . who stands out to you more with his new found love for tight black shirts and low riding sweatpants, always prancing around the penthouse with it glued to his body and accentuates just the best parts of his body. you weren’t sure if it was the post pregnancy hormones doing its job or whatever, but there are many times where you can see yourself staring a little too much: on movie nights when he manspreads and adjust his hips, one hand tucked behind the sofa and you can see the muscles in his arm moving. all gojo asks is “take a picture. it’ll last longer, baby,” and you just roll your eyes, but not before one more glance to his inviting lap. when it’s the morning and you’re already up tending to the baby, bouncing her around and breastfeeding her before your head snaps to the low, raspy greeting and you’re blessed with satoru and his arm up on the doorframe, watching you. he’s yawning and scratching at his torso while the sweatpants ride low, showing a peek of his v-line and happy trail. he’s giving you the sweetest, yet somehow sexiest smile as he saunters up to you, surrounded by his toned body and strong arms.

. . . who knows what he’s doing when he sees your distracted stares to the point your baby girl has to drag your hand full of food to her mouth; or in times of sleepiness in the dawn where all he wears are boxers and he has the gift of hearing your not so quiet gasp when you see him emerge from the bathroom after his morning skincare. what really seals the deal though, is the day you had a reunion with the students of jujutsu high, a nice little picnic out near tokiwa bridge and gojo just had to show his girls off — what was meant to be a wholesome day turned into thoughts of your husband’s physique as he challenges nanami to a “carry-off”, the still stoic sorcerer not even bothering to participate as gojo swoops you both into his arms. your daughter on his right and you on his left, and you’re scrambling to grab his shoulder. it sinks into you like an anchor: just how fit he was, the lines of his tense arm, the cheeky wink he sends to you while you’re up there. you only hope he can’t feel your pussy throb from that.

“you alright, darling?” your baby’s asleep comfortably on your chest, and your eyes can only burn holes into the hand that’s resting on your thigh, swallowing before facing your husband who only seemed to get hotter the more he ages. when you turn to him he’s already looking at you, a lopsided smile on his face before he breaks eye contact and steps on the gas when the traffic light turns green, letting out a loaded exhale when you grab his hand and twine your fingers.

that two person carry has been etched onto your mind long after you’ve reached the penthouse along with everything that’s been going on, but you’re interrupted when satoru squeezes your hand, pulling you into his embrace while keeping your darling girl asleep. he’s skilled at that, as he is with his lips, pressing a deep kiss to your mouth. you can feel your stomach turn with anticipation, tasting his gloss as he whispers “should we order takeout tonight?”

you hum, “i can cook, ’toru.”

his hands feel hot on your waist, “rest today, baby. we did spend a whole day in the hot sun,” they draw circles on your lower back, “plus, we have that event tomorrow, don’t wanna tire you out.”

“the event’s at night you goof,” you laugh, a slow hand stroking your daughter’s hair. stark white and striking as always.

“still.” he grins and winks like there’s some ulterior motive, leaning in to kiss you again before your girl rouses and yawns.

“good morning, my love.” satoru coos as she finds her bearings, looking around in confusion and only being able to focus on her father’s hand on her hair.

“na-na-min?” the awkward plea in her voice would drive gojo to burn the world down, to call nanami right now to meet up again, but he knows all that would only warrant annoyance. he could call yuji, but he did mention something about having dinner with his partner tonight.

gojo feels bad to be breaking her heart like this, “no, darling, ’m sorry.” his heart breaks even more when she breaks into a slight cry and he attempts to quell her sobs by baby-talking her.

“c’mon, why don’t you let papa carry you, and mama can head off to take care of herself, hm?” he suggests with a big grin, mood changing instantly as he plucks her out of your arms, again emphasising his strong arms when they hold her on one side and curl another around you. “go clean up first. i’ll settle dinner for her.”

but the shower seemed to be a bad idea at the time, emerging from the steamy bathroom to see your husband with his shirt off and the baby already all cleaned up and fed. she was swaddled in her most comfortable blanket, the fabric of it peeping out from the side as your eyes focus on the rippling muscles of gojo’s back. he bounces the baby gently as he burps her, muttering little praises and sounds.

“oh, baby—” he catches sight of you in the doorway in a towel and he only smiles, not knowing how you were trying to digest just how broad his shoulders were and how small his waist was. had he always been so fine?

“heard about skin to skin contact with your baby,” he whispers, “says it increases our bond.”

and if you could, you’d drag him back to the chapel all over again to renew your vows, because you didn’t expect him to be such a sap. you also didn’t expect him to read you so well. the baby’s asleep and it’s well past midnight, masking yet another shaky sigh when your body sinks more into his side.

“satoru—”

“yeeess . .?”

you stand up with vigour you didn’t think you have, plopping yourself down onto his lap and all he does is smile slyly. the way his bare body moves as he leans back is enough drive for you to shut him up.

“haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.”

“oh? you have a crush on me?”

so infuriating as always. you roll your eyes and grind down on him, igniting such a familiar and archaic feeling that you haven’t felt in a long time: his bulge against you, the soft groan he lets out. he’s always been treating you time and time, and yet he puts his own needs on hold. a perfect husband like him waited only for you to initiate things, and yet you wonder why it took you so long. maybe it was the baby taking up most of your time, maybe it was him being on missions and coming home dead-beat tired.

maybe you knew you’d never turn back if you indulged yourself — pushing out a whole baby wasn’t exactly easy. but you’ve missed him. on you, in you.

“we’re married, you dumbass.”

“still in disbelief, my bad.” gojo laughs, “is there anything you wanna tell me?”

you sigh, pulling him to you so your foreheads would touch. you breathe onto his lips — “please take care of me.”

oh, gojo satoru did take care of you and more, burying his face between your legs and making you cum over and over. he made your voice hoarse and your thighs ache, juices soaking the sheets from just how wet you were.

“oh, you needed this, huh?”

“shut up.” gojo moans when you push him back onto your cunt, already having orgasmed thrice just from his tongue. he was skillful and he knew it, just as much as he knew just how tight you’d be when he smeared your cum all over your pussy and pushed past your folds. satoru whines at the tightness, at having missed your cunt wrapped around him for so long that he can tears prickling at the corners of his eyes.

“f—fuck . . so fuckin’ good, s’tight . .” you’re not that well off, either, thinking the shower was a waste of water as your sweaty stomach heaved in anticipation while he bottomed out. gojo cries out in a choked moan, “you feel so g—good, mama.”

“w-who’s needing it now?” you breathe out, fingers digging into his shoulders so harshly it hurt. you catch a glimpse of satoru’s smile and a shake of his head — you’d need to be carried tomorrow, for sure.

he pulls out and slams back in so accurately you let out a loud moan, insides turning to mush after so long. the feel of him filling you up is like none other, pussy gripping onto him like a vice. you can’t remember the last time you let him take you.

“so p-perfect for me—” gojo rasps out, looking at you drunkenly. the mother of his child, his wife, it weighs on him and he just thinks he needs to fuck you until you know how much joy you bring to his life. your body rocks as your lover fucks into you, hovering over your body and looking so ethereal. his hair falls into his eyes that you just have to pull him down, crashing your lips against his. the moans he lets out against your face is lovely and you can feel his cock twitch as your legs wrap around his waist.

“‘toru— shiiitt . .” your back arches off of the bed, body caving into satoru like second nature. he lets out babbles against your lips, room filled with the sounds of his balls slamming into your ass, coupled with your weeping pussy, coating his length with all that you can give to him. “so deep—”

“that’s ’cause you’re suckin’ me in, baby—” he laughs breathlessly, cutting off your answer with another kiss, feeling the brush of pelvic bone against your clit. it’s all you need to cum hard, still sensitive after so long and your pussy clenches around gojo’s shaft even tighter; it gets gojo whining into the kiss before he reaches his high too, spilling into you with wide eyes and stuttering hips. you moan at the sensation, eyes pleading your husband for more, more, more.

“forgot how much i loved doing that, f-fuck—” gojo hums as he removes your legs from his waist, pushing you into a deep mating press and you squeal when you feel his cock barely hit your g-spot in this new position, “yeah? ya feel that?”

you nod mindlessly, hands now holding onto his forearms before his hips start moving again and you’re left to whining like a slut. your thighs dig into your chest as gojo folds your body in half, rutting into you messily. there’s so much cum, mixed in filthily as your words only descend into incoherence.

“yes, yes, yes!” are all you can manage as gojo grunts from above you: his stubble, his broad shoulders, his matured face, they all look beautiful in the cold night. he’s so focused on the way your cunt sucks him in, hips stammering when your hand comes into view to rub your clit. “give it all t’me, daddy.”

there’s a small growl that leaves his lips at that, pace reaching an animalistic one as he angles his hips. “open y’mouth.”

satoru is driven crazy when you obey silently, and he has to push deeper into you to reach your mouth, making you falter and pull your brows together — you recover fast enough to catch the spit hanging from his mouth, dribbling slowly into your mouth even when gojo’s hips never stop their assault.

“attagirl,” he praises, smiling softly at the way your pussy twitched at that. he knows you’re close by the look in your eyes, grasping aimlessly at his shoulders.

“gonna let me cum in you again? hm?” gojo’s thrusts are sloppy now, fuelled by the squelch of your drooling cunt, “gonna let daddy put another baby in you?”

you mewl at that, “wan’ that— want all of it—” intoxicated on his cock, they hit the deepest parts of you; you know and love the way his tip hits your sweet spot, you know and love the way the shaved pubes of his pelvis brush up against your clit so well.

“take it then—” gojo grunts, holding your legs up and meets your eyes and the simple call of his name has him shivering. he cums deep, shooting his load so white and hot in you that you’re moaning loudly at the feeling, hand on your clit increasing in pace before your fifth for the night, legs trembling in his grip and your mouth falls open in a silent scream.

gojo thinks you’re god. “that’s it— shit, take all of my cum, mama.” you can barely see blue, rather seeing spots of white that fill your vision and you get dizzy and overstimulated, groaning finally when he removes his cock from you. so much cum spills out, pussy pushing it out and satoru bites his lips at the sight.

but you both know you’re far from done when gojo lies on his back, ulterior motive fulfilled when he sees you climb on top of him and drag your pussy along the base of his dick. with you like this, stretch marks and plumpier breasts, you still look as beautiful as you did before the baby, letting you interlock your fingers with his.

your mouth falls open in a soft “satoru” as you sink down onto his still hard, leaking cock and he never wants to look at anyone else ever again, lest he misses even one second of witnessing a goddess like you at work.

gojo cannot resist sitting up to meet you halfway in a soft kiss (“thank you, ’toru. you always take care of me so well.”) and it gives him all the confirmation he needs when your hips first move and the moans and the lewd sounds of your cunt sound more heavenly than all the choirs in the world.

“it’s what you deserve, baby. only the best.”

#I WROTE SM BYE #jujutsu kaisen gojo #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jjk scenarios #jjk gojo #jjk gojo x reader #gojo smut #gojou satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo satoru smut #gojou satoru smut #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo satoru x reader

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moon7jay · 3 months

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how you think each member will hold hands

and favorite positions

HEESEUNG

Please tell me this isn't heeseung because the hand placement, the size difference, the way it's romantic but also you have no choice but to take it cuz he's holding your hands flushed against the sheets???

Favorite position : Cowgirl

The view of you on top of him, using his body for your own pleasure? Lord, sign him up. Contrary to popular belief, this man would love to be tied up and get used like your very own personal dildo. loves when you play with his nipples and scratch his chest while taking what belongs to you. "Yeah baby, keep fucking it, keep bouncing on that fucking dick" he'd whine, his throat parched while he watches your boobs bouncing in his face as you ride him. The view so erotic that he'd end up cumming without warning. That doesn't mean that he won't absolutely fucking ruin your pussy once he has you underneath him tho.

JAY

Man is a lover boy through and through, hands intertwining while he messily makes out with you is literally what he lives for. He's always gentle with you, clutching your hand tightly in his during sex gives him that sense of intimacy, which he so dearly craves.

Favorite position : Missionary

like I said, a lover boy through and through. Eye contact is a must for him to truly get into sex. His hooded gaze will be pivoted to your face, drinking in your pleasure filled expressions, the sight of small whimpers falling from your red lips while your eyes roll to the back of your head, will quite literally drive him crazy. Sharing hot breaths, gasping and moaning into each other's mouths, kissing messily while he pounds you into the sheets. Yup. That's what sex is all about to him. "just want to keep fucking you like this baby" he'd moan into your mouth, sighing in pleasure at feeling you clench around his throbbing length.

JAKE

Hear me out. Jake gets so pussy drunk while fucking into your wet, gummy walls that he'd be the one gripping onto the sheets. Gasping and moaning like a dog in heat while you wrap your hands around his wrists, begging him to slow down. Will he slow down tho? Naaah

Favorite position : Doggy/Reverse cowgirl

If there's something Jake loves more than your pussy, it's your ass. the view of your plush flesh rippling and jiggling while he snaps his hips into yours? Digging his fingers into your soft flesh, spanking it till it turns bright red? Please sign him up for all of the above. The only sounds coming from his mouth will be pathetic whimpers and gasps. will quiet literally cum in his pants if you so much as glance at him from over your shoulder as you grind your ass against his hardening dick. Baby's just too sensitive :(

SUNGHOON

I don't even have to explain myself on this one, like look at the hand placement and tell me it doesn't scream sunghoon. He LOVES the fact that your hands are so fucking tiny, he can quiet literally grab them both in one single hand, pinning them right above your head. It makes his size kink go brrrr.

Favorite position : Mating Press

Just like jay, he craves the feeling of looking into your eyes while fucking you. But in ordinary missionary? Nope. Sunghoon will fold your body in half till your knees press against your chest and your legs hang over his shoulders. the angle being perfect for the purpose of breeding. And breed you, he does. "fuck, keep milking my cock just like that, gonna knock you up" he'd groan, rutting his hips into yours at a pace so fast and rough that it leaves you gasping. The position also gives sunghoon the leverage to spit into your mouth, and God does he love when sex gets messy. He'd be licking into your hot mouth, slurping up your drool while he dicks you down raw.

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sickslimez · 1 month

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PU$$Y FAIRY! — NANAMI KENTO

SYNOPSIS...the last thing you expected to happen after having sex with your co worker, nanami, was for him to become obsessed with your pussy

INFO...nanami x fem!reader, p in v, oral (f!receiving), semi public sex (?), nanami is a fiend for you, jerking off, dirty thoughts, missionary, breeding, not proofread

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

Nanami is usually a very tame and calm man, he knows how to keep his composure and doesn’t lose himself under pressure. That’s how others would describe him and that’s how he would describe himself, but just one feel and taste of your cunt changed everything in an instant. Each time he closes his eyes to sleep all he could envision is your cunt wrapped around him, squeezing him, milking him. Each time you pass by him in the office, he can’t help but remember the taste of you on his tongue, slurping up your juices and drinking them, eating you up like a starved man.

Ever since that night, he can’t stop thinking about you, his hand wrapped around his cock, imagining it was you fucking him, watching the way you cream around his cock. He cums so much each time, the sticky substance making a mess on his chest and hands, wishing he was filling up your hole, breeding your cunt and making you his. He’s never been so hot and bothered before, something about you just drives him crazy. He can’t stand another second of you ignoring him, acting like he didn’t have you screaming his name and clawing at his back while you came over and over again.

“Please, just let me taste her,” he begs. He’s on his knees in front of you, your legs spread as you sit on his desk, your tights ripped open and panties pushed to the side. Just your scent has him spiraling, salivating. Your fingers run through his blonde locks, gently pulling at them as guide his face closer and closer towards what he wants most. “Yes, please,” he mutters. His tongue darts out once he gets close enough, dipping between your wet folds, and now he’s completely lost in his head.

He shoves his face between your thighs, catching you off guard as his tongue dips into your sopping hole. His dick strains against the fabric of his slacks, tip leaking pre cum as he tastes you on his tongue. His eyes flutter shut, tongue swirling against your sensitive clit. He’s so eager, so greedy, pulling you back on his face each time you pull away from the overwhelming pleasure. “Fuck,” he moans, taking second to breathe. “Fuck, baby, you taste so good,” he pants.

He looks at you from his position, in love with the way your mouth hangs open and your moans spill from within. He doesn’t care if it gets messy, you rough up his hair. He’s been waiting weeks to have you at his mercy again. In minutes he has you cumming on his tongue, your thighs squeezing around his head as a string of curses fall from your lips. He pulls away and lands a feverish kiss upon your lips, cutting your moans short while your hands find their way to his belt, undoing it along with his pants.

Next thing you know, your legs are wrapped around his waist, skirt bunched up as he pounds into you. “You feel so fucking good, oh god,” he grunts, looking down at where the two of you meet, a white ring forming at the base of his cock. Your pussy was so warm and wet, so addictive. It was hard to keep himself from folding you in half and fucking you until you couldn’t walk.

Your pussy clenches around him, sucking him back in each time he threatened to pull out. He reaches a hand down, his thumb rubbing your clit in circles. Your eyes roll back, mind foggy with pleasure. “Yes! Yes! I’m so close!” You cry out, sucking in a breath as your brows furrow. He keeps the same pace, knocking into your g-spot over and over until your legs start to shake. “Oh my god!” Your eyes clench shut. You come undone around him, Nanami holding you close to him as he fucks you through your orgasm.

“That’s it baby. Doing such a good fucking job for me,” he whispers in your ear. He feels your walls spasm around his dick, only adding onto his pleasure. He starts thinking back to all those nights he fantasized about cumming inside of you, all those lewd thought of filling you up and breeding you. He feels so dirty thinking about, but at the same time he doesn’t care. He wants nothing more than to see his cum oozing out of you. “Gonna let me cum in this pussy, huh?” His thrusts grow sloppier, teetering on the edge. He couldn’t wait any longer, letting his thoughts get the best of him as he pushes his hips against yours, hot spurts of sticky cum coating your walls.

You gasp at the sensation, caught by surprise but still so turned on. “Oh shit, baby,” he shudders. “Ah—fuck.” He thrusts into you once more before slowly pulling out. You spread your legs for him, feeling his cum leak out of your hole. “This pussy is always so good to me.” He pushes the cum back in with his thumb, making sure not to waste a drop. He grabs your chin, messily kissing you, tongue sliding against yours. Nanami hopes you know this won’t be the last time he’s cumming in you again.

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munson-blurbs · 5 months

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Single Dad!Eddie x Fem!ReaderSeries

Day 12 of TUI-Mas

Warnings: pregnancy, allusion to smut, contractions, water breaking, labor and delivery, and Eddie wasn't there, epidural, medical emergency, lots of fluff

WC: 4.3k

A/N: I could not have written this piece without @the-unforgivenn 💚 everything accurate in this fic is because of her, and everything inaccurate is because of me. I love you, Annie. Thank you for asking my random birth-related questions at all hours.

Divider credit to @saradika

November 4, 1999

At nine months pregnant, everything hurts.

Perhaps that’s why when you wake up for work with an extra pinch in your back, you cast off any worries. Or maybe it’s because you still have over a week until you’re due, and first babies tend to take their time arriving, so there’s no possible way that today is the day.

You shrug on a sweater and your most comfortable pair of maternity jeans, your body heavy with pregnancy and fatigue. Your movements are sluggish, even more so than usual, and Eddie notices as he stands out the counter, shoveling a spoonful of Honey Nut Cheerios into his mouth.

“You okay, Sweetheart?” he asks, tongue darting out to swipe a drip of milk from his lower lip.

Nodding, you massage just above your tailbone in a meager attempt to ease the pain. “Mhm,” you lie, grabbing two granola bars from the pantry. You unwrap one and take a big bite, letting the chocolate chips melt in your mouth. “Just ready to have this baby.” Another lie, or possibly a half truth; while you’re eager to have your body to yourself again, the prospect of labor and delivery terrifies you.

Eddie presses a kiss to your forehead, his palms gently rubbing your bump. “Eleven more days and then we’ll be a family of four.”

“Baby Brother is taking forever to get here,” Harris laments from his seat at the table, spearing a banana slice with his fork. He glances at your stomach with impatient eyes. “Can’t you do something to hurry him up?”

You cough as your husband’s cheeks flush pink; he rakes a ringed hand through his curls. No doubt he’s remembering last night when he’d innocently lifted your belly to relieve some of the pressure, only to find himself hard as a rock as his fingers lightly dug into your skin. I’ll go slow so I don’t send you into early labor, he’d remarked with a teasing wink.

“Gotta be patient,” Eddie says now, seemingly having recovered from the brief flashback. He slurps the remaining milk from the bowl and stifles a belch, reaching for his jacket and keys. “Have a great day at work,” he kisses you, smiling against your lips, “and school.” He ruffles Harris’s hair, and just like that, he’s out the door.

Harris finishes his breakfast, placing his empty plate in the sink and scampering to the door to put on his sneakers. You watch enviously as he ties them with ease; you’ve been relegated to slip-on shoes until your feet are no longer swollen.

“Come on, Mommy,” he says, slinging his backpack over his shoulders. “I don’t wanna miss the bus.”

You silently pray that the short walk to the bus stop will ease your muscle tension, taking careful steps as you trail behind the far-too-energetic-for-8 AM little boy.

Eleven more days. Only eleven more days, you tell yourself. The reminder has tears prickling along your lash line in a double-edged sword. You don’t think you can handle eleven more days of this discomfort, but will you truly be ready to have a newborn baby in less than two weeks? Once you give birth, you can no longer shield your baby from the world’s dangers and cruelties. Will your love be enough? Will you be enough? And how can you possibly figure it all out in just eleven days?

Your mantra of eleven more days turns out to be just six hours. Since Will became a teacher two years ago, the two of you have made it a habit to spend time together after the students’ dismissal. You’re preparing art materials for tomorrow’s class when you feel it—a trickle of liquid sliding down your leg.

Your eyes widen, heat crawling up your neck and into your face. I peed myself at work. It had happened once last month, but it was preceded by a sneeze, and you were already in the parking lot about to go home. When you’d told Eddie that evening, the two of you laughed so hard that you’d wet yourself again.

But this feels…different.

“Oh, no.” There’s another small stream, but it isn’t accompanied by any relief on your bladder. Your worried murmur gets Will’s attention, and he looks at you with concern. “I think my water broke, but I don’t know…it might just be pee…” Your voice trails off before you can speak in circles.

Will leaps to his feet. “Okay, what do you need me to do?” The pair of scissors he’s been using to cut out paper stars clatter to the table as he rushes to your side.

“Call Eddie,” you mumble, gripping your bump as a cramp—most likely a contraction, you realize—squeezes at your pelvis. “Tell him to—shit—to get my bag from the apartment and bring it to the hospital.” You bite your lip to stifle a groan. “I’ll call Wayne and ask him to get Harris from the bus.”

He nods, dialing from the classroom phone as you rattle off the record store’s number. You pull your own Nokia cell phone—a purchase Eddie had insisted upon after you got pregnant, wanting to make sure you and Baby Munson stayed safe.

“So, um,” Will hesitates after you’ve hung up with Wayne, ending the conversation with a promise to let him know as soon as the baby is born, “Eddie was in the middle of a guitar lesson, so I left a message with one of his employees—”

Please don’t say Ev, you wordlessly plead. Anyone but the stoner who can barely remember to show up to work on time.

“Ev, I think?”

Shit.

Will hooks his arm with yours, providing you with the stability to stand up. “Let’s get you to the hospital, all right? Maybe it’s a false alarm or something.”

You nod, but deep down, you know that this baby is on his way. Call it mother’s intuition, you muse wryly.

After a quick stop in Principal Sinclair’s office to explain the situation, Will helps you into his Chevy Impala, grimacing along with you when another contraction hits. “Should we be timing those?”

You grit your teeth. “Shit, y-yeah. I completely forgot.” All those birthing books you’d read cover to cover to prepare for this moment, and you hadn’t even remembered to time your own damn contractions. “We need to track how long they last and the amount of time between them.”

Will remains unfazed. “We’ll just start now,” he says simply, flicking his wrist to check his watch. “It’s 2:32. Let me know when you get another one.” He turns the key in the ignition, taking your hand before putting the gear shift into drive. “It’ll be okay. Eddie’s gonna get the message, and he’ll be here soon.”

It’s as though he can read your mind, and you exhale a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. He’s right; if you are in labor, it’s still early enough that Eddie won’t miss the birth.

You hope.

Your contractions are one minute long and twelve minutes apart by the time you reach Hawkins General Hospital, growing slightly stronger with each wave. Will relays the information to the receptionist, his voice wavering with nerves and excitement despite his best efforts to remain calm.

Before you know it, you’re being wheeled into a room, a laminated bracelet with your personal details dangling from your wrist. The clock on the wall indicates that it’s just past 3 PM, which means that Eddie should be here in a few minutes.

As if on cue, the cell phone in your purse chirps its familiar ringtone. Harris had insisted that you change it from the standard option, choosing one that sounds like birds chirping. It normally reminds you of springtime mornings; right now, you’re ready to throw it through the window.

Will passes it to you, and you punch the answer button with an impatient, “hello?”

“Hey, Sweetheart,” Eddie’s carefree demeanor wafts through the speaker, “just wanted to check in and see if you’re feeling any better. Did you want me to pick up something from the store on my way—?”

Dammit, Ev. “Eddie, my water broke at work. Will called earlier and left a message,” you manage, maneuvering around the heart rate monitor to brace for another contraction. “I’m—ughhh, shit—I’m at the hospital.”

“What?!” You can hear his sudden shift to panic; the phone drops from his grasp and clatters on the counter before he retrieves it, uttering a slew of swear words. “Okay, I’ll be right there. Your bag’s at home, right? Oh, and Harris! Shit, let me—”

“Wayne’s on it,” you tell him, hopefully putting an end to his mile-a-minute thoughts. “I just need my bag and my husband.”

There’s a relieved sigh on the other end of the line. “I can provide both.” His humor peeks through his fear in subtle reassurance. “Be there ay-sap. I love you so fucking much.”

“Love you, too.” A soft click tells you that he’s on his way, probably simultaneously scrambling for his keys and shouting at his employee.

Nearly an hour later, there’s still no sign of Eddie. Will blots the perspiration on your forehead with a cloth; out of the corner of your eye, you can see that he’s watching the clock as well. “He’ll be here,” he says as though reading your mind. Or maybe he’s scared that he’ll have to stand in for Eddie throughout the entire process. “In the meantime, I’ll flag down a nurse so we can get you that epidural.” His words are even, but his smile is uneasy, both of you well-aware that he is out of his element. Though he’ll deny it vehemently, you know you owe him. Big-time.

“Why don’t you grab yourself some food from the cafeteria?” You’d heard his stomach growling just before, and he can certainly use a break.

Will nods, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Do you want anything?” he asks out of habit, cheeks tinged pink as you shake your dismal cup of ice chips. “Oh, right. Sorry.” He ducks out of the room as a nurse walks in.

“Are we considering an epidural, Mrs. Munson?” she asks. Her bright smile is one you’ll be unable to return until after the pain medication takes effect.

“Y-Yeah, please.” You shift uncomfortably while she examines you and announces that your cervix is four centimeters dilated. Part of you is relieved that labor is progressing at a pace where Eddie should arrive in time for the delivery; another part just wants this baby out of you, now.

The nurse makes a note on your chart. “I’ll let the anesthesiologist know.” Another unreciprocated grin and she’s gone, off to poke and prod the next patient.

Alone for a moment, you relish the quiet, save for the soft beeps of the machines you’re connected to. With great care, you caress the swell of your stomach where your son has developed from a microscopic speck to a full-term baby.

“Your daddy will get here soon,” you murmur to your sensor-covered belly, “hopefully before you do.” You laugh for a second until another contraction squeezes you from the inside, shifting your expression from amused to pained.

The anesthesiologist and Will arrive at the same time, the former pausing to let your impromptu birth partner enter first. He walks with more enthusiasm now that he’s eaten, though his meal threatens to reappear when he sees the doctor pull out the comically oversized needle.

“Just lean forward,” she says to you, “you’ll feel some pressure, but once the medication kicks in, it’ll be worth it.” She offers you a kind smile before turning to Will and explaining, “you may need to help her.”

“Mhm. Sure.” Will mumbles, avoiding looking at the needle. You clasp your hand in his so you can sit up. The cool air raises goosebumps on the sliver of flesh no longer covered by the gown, but the chill is quickly replaced by a stinging sensation that has you gripping Will’s palm. You don’t realize the strength of your grasp until you hear him mutter, “ow,” but you don’t let go until the burning ceases.

“Sorry,” you say sheepishly, watching him shake out his hand. “About all of this. I’m sure this isn’t how you wanted to spend your afternoon.”

He shakes his head and guides you back against the pillow. “Maybe not, but I’m glad I can be here for you.” Now that the threat of broken fingers has passed, he truly means it.

5:46 PM.

You’ve been in the hospital for nearly three hours, and there’s still no sign of Eddie. Will’s casually flipping through a copy of People magazine that’s so outdated, Nick Nolte was just crowned the Sexiest Man Alive. He’s visibly more relaxed now that the medication has eased your pain, chattering teeth a welcome replacement for your anguished moans.

Your concern that Eddie will miss the baby’s birth has hardened into pure fear that something has happened to him. What if he lost focus while driving and got into an accident? The weather was overcast when you’d arrived at Hawkins General; it could have started raining since then and created slippery roads, perfect for hydroplaning. The thought of him hurt while you’re unable to help him has your insides churning, and for the first time, you’re grateful for an empty stomach.

Maybe you should call Wayne and find out if he had heard from his nephew. But if he hadn’t, then both of you would be stuck worrying and answerless; even worse, if he had and didn’t want to relay bad news while you’re in such a vulnerable state–

“I’m here!”

Relief surges through your veins, Eddie’s panting voice music to your ears. You roll from your side onto your back to see your husband standing by your bedside. Sweat drips down his temples and pools under his arms with the pungency of someone who’d just completed a marathon. His chest heaves as he catches his breath, a jacket haphazardly tossed over his shoulder and your bag clutched in his hand.

He swoops down and places his lips on yours in a series of frantic kisses, his free palm cupping your cheek as though ensuring that the moment is real. He only pulls back when you do, getting a glimpse of your face.

“Where were you?” Not an accusation, but a question threaded with genuine care.

His nose nudges yours as he sneaks in another peck. “Did you know that Chief Hopper retired?” Your brows furrow in confusion at his non-answer to your question. “Well, he did, and the sheriff’s department decided to throw him a parade. Today. Closed off a bunch of the side streets and backed up traffic on the main ones.” He coughs out a terse laugh. “Glad I quit smoking, or my lungs would’ve given up before I hit a half-mile.”

You mull over his response for a moment before it finally clicks. “Wait…did you run here?”

He tugs at his shirt fabric in an attempt to create a breeze that will cool him down. “It was more like a walk-run combo, but…yeah.” He shrugs, no big deal. “Parked my car in a random lot and just…booked it.” His shoulder gently sag as the adrenaline from his adventure wears away. “I gotta sit.”

It’s then that he notices Will, rising from the chair and placing the gossip rag on the table beside him. “Byers, holy shit,” Eddie looks at him incredulously, “have you been here with her the whole time?”

“He has,” you answer for him, managing a grateful smile in your friend’s direction. “And I can’t thank him enough.” Will returns the gesture and pulls Eddie in for a hug, wishing you both luck before slipping out the door.

Eddie brings his full attention back to you, lacing his fingers with yours. His thumb brushes the side of your hand, bringing small but strong comfort with each gentle touch. “Sweetheart, I am so, so sorry–”

“Eds,” you interrupt before he can continue his apology, “you’re here now.”

“Yeah.” Soft, distracted, overthinking. You can practically see the gears in head spinning, His second child and the second time he’d nearly missed the birth. He clears his throat and shakes away the thought with a toss of his hair, swiping his tongue over his lower lip. “How are you feeling?” He takes in the sight of you, his wife, the most beautiful being his cynical eyes have ever seen. “You look pretty damn good for someone about to have a baby.”

You laugh. “That epidural is a miracle from above.” You’ll gladly take the chattering teeth and the itchiness over the sensation of your pelvis imploding. Eddie doesn’t share in your amusement, still focused on his own shortcomings. “Hey,” you say quietly, pulling him out of his mind with just one word. “Don’t think about the missed message or the traffic. We’re having our baby today.” You bring his hand to the apex of your stomach in the final few hours that it houses the life you two created together.

“I love you.”

His eyes shine with emotion. He’s here, not only in this moment, but throughout the entire pregnancy. He didn’t bury himself in music or booze or other arbitrary distractions. He’d read What to Expect When You’re Expecting cover to cover, had gone to all of the doctor’s appointments, made sure to keep the kitchen stocked with your cravings and free of your aversions. He’d picked up the household chores (and delegated some to Harris) to ease your workload and wiped your tears when you’d cried while watching two squirrels play in a tree.

You never asked him to do any of it; you never needed to.

“I love you, too.”

It all happened so quickly.

One minute, Eddie’s watching the monitor spike with a contraction, utterly bewildered by the power of pain medication.

“You really can’t feel that?”

“Just some pressure, but nothing like earlier. I told you; it’s a godsend.”

After hours of strategic breathing, a plethora of ice chips, and a steady outpouring of love between you two, you’re about to tell him that you feel the urge to push.

And then a nurse rushes in.

“Mr. and Mrs. Munson,” he begins, urgency evident even through his calm exterior, “your baby is experiencing late heart rate deceleration. We need to begin delivery immediately.” He glances at Eddie, then at you. “I’m going to check your dilation to see if we’ll try a vaginal delivery or prepare for a cesarean birth.”

The blood drains from Eddie’s face as he processes the information, the lighthearted energy completely zapped from the room. “Is…is she…are they…”

The nurse finishes the examination, removing his rubber glove. “Ten centimeters,” he announces. “I’ll page the doctor.”

It’s a whirlwind, with almost no time for panic to set in. The doctor and the other nurses arrive immediately, and when Eddie takes your hand, you can feel him trembling.

He takes a deep breath, willing himself to be strong for you. Your face says it all: you’re terrified, and you need him to be your rock.

“You’ve got this, Sweetheart,” he whispers fiercely, pushing past the lump in his throat. “You’re the strongest fucking person I know, and I’m so lucky that you’re having my baby.” He kisses your forehead; out of the corner of his eye, he sees the medical staff preparing for delivery. His heart skips a beat, and the realization hits that he’s about to be a father of two.

You’re exhausted, a salty mixture of sweat and tears decorating your face. Gritting your teeth, you push while Eddie coaches you, reminding you to breathe and allowing you to swear at him without even batting an eyelash. It’s mostly a blur, with all of your energy concentrated on getting this baby out, but you vaguely recall telling him that he’s not allowed to even think about touching you again.

“Almost there,” he cheers, flashing an awestruck smile so wide that his cheeks ache. “C’mon, you can do it! Oh, my god, you’re a goddamn superhero.”

Three giant pushes later, you hear the telltale newborn wail as a nurse coos, “Happy birthday, little man! Here’s your mama!” She gently places your tiny baby on your chest, quickly wiping off the vernix covering his body.

“He’s here!” you manage through simultaneous laughter and cries. You carefully hold him against you, kissing the wisps of curls on his scalp. “Hi, baby boy!” Turning to Eddie, you blink away the mist coating your eyes. “We have another son,” you choke out.

He just nods, relishing in the wonder of becoming a father again. His pointer finger grazes the baby’s little half-closed fist, only looking away when the nurse asks him if he’d like to cut the umbilical cord. “Y-Yeah. Please,” he awkwardly adds, doing exactly as he’s instructed.

As the baby is lifted from your torso to be assessed and measured, Eddie kisses you with a passion you’ve never felt before, even from him. You can see that he’s crying, too, and he wipes his cheeks haphazardly.

“I’m so proud of you,” he says, punctuating the statement with another kiss. “I couldn’t have asked for a better mother for my kids.” His nose rubs yours tenderly.

You smile at him. “Do you want to call Wayne? I won’t be up for visitors until the morning,” you add, “but I just want to let him know that the baby’s here, happy and healthy.”

“In a bit,” he murmurs, watching the nurse carefully swaddle his newborn son in a hospital blanket. “I just wanna hold him first.”

Eddie takes your baby from the nurse, shifting to support his head. “Hey, buddy. I’m your dad.” His body slowly sways as he rocks back and forth. “You gave us quite the scare just now. I see you’re following in your big brother’s mischievous footsteps.” He swears his heart melts when the infant opens his mouth to yawn. “Yeah, you’ve had a busy day. Same here. But it was worth it, huh?”

He wears fatherhood so naturally, so perfectly. You wish you could capture this feeling in a jar and save it forever. For now, you settle for watching him fawn over his newest son, your eyelids heavy with exhaustion. The last thing you hear before you fall asleep is Eddie murmuring, “and let me tell you: you have the best mommy a kid could ever ask for.”

Morning arrives after a restless sleep. You know the nurses are just following protocol when they examine you every hour, but that doesn’t mean you have to be happy about it.

But the next knock on the door is one that you welcome willingly. Harris and Wayne stand there, waiting for permission to enter. You smile when you notice Harris shuffling his feet and shaking his hands in an attempt to expel some excess energy.

“Come on in,” Eddie whispers, beaming, “there’s someone very special we’d like to introduce you to.”

Harris rushes to your bedside, peering at the bundle in your arms. “My baby brother!” he squeals, jumping up and down.

Eddie puts a finger to his lips. “He’s sleeping, so we have to be quiet, okay?” He ruffles Harris’s hair as the boy nods. “Do you wanna hold him?”

“Yeah! I mean, yeah,” Harris lowers his voice, sitting down on the bed. You scoot over, careful not to move too quickly, and he melds into your side. He’s always been small to you, but compared to his baby brother, he seems so grown up.

“Okay, hold out your arms like this,” Eddie instructs, demonstrating the correct position, “and you’re gonna make sure to keep his head nice and safe, because he can’t hold it up on his own yet.”

Harris sports a look of concentration as you and Eddie work in tandem to place the baby in his arms. “He’s got the teeniest nose I’ve ever seen.”

Wayne laughs at this, watching his older grandson snuggle his youngest. “Does this little fella have a name yet?”

“Oh, right.” Eddie chuckles. “Gentlemen, this is Hendrix William Munson. ‘Hendrix’ after one of the most talented guitarists to grace this planet, and ‘William’ after an amazing friend and substitute birth partner.”

“Hendrix,” Harris repeats incredulously, never taking his eyes off of his brother. “I’m Harris. I talked to you when you were in Mommy’s tummy, remember?” Hendrix lets out a long exhale, like he’s acknowledging the question. “I know you’re still too little right now, but when you get big, we’re gonna play together all the time. Except when I’m at school.” He looks over at you expectantly. “Can I bring him to school with me? Like for show and tell?”

“Maybe when he’s older,” you say, lacking the bandwidth to point out the logistics of his request.

Harris wrinkles his nose, but his expression quickly softens. “Yeah, you’re right. He can’t even do any tricks yet.”

It’s quiet for a moment, everyone focused on the two Munson boys. Surprisingly, Wayne is the one who breaks the silence.

“You two have one beautiful family,” he muses, an arthritic finger grazing Hendrix’s blanket. “Y’should be proud of yourselves.”

Eddie gives his uncle’s shoulder a gentle squeeze. “Couldn’t have done it without ya, Old Man.”

Wayne knows this, accepting the compliment with a bashful grin but saying nothing further.

Peacefulness surrounds the five of you, soft conversation seamlessly weaving its way into the calm. You can’t kid yourself; most days will be pure chaos, balancing spit-up and school plays, field trips and feeding schedules. And once Hendrix starts walking—and running—you’ll need all cylinders firing.

But today, right now, you soak in the serenity. Just you and your boys. Your family.

#eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie x reader #eddie x you #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x f!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things fanfic #fanfic #eddie munson stranger things #stranger things #tui

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milkzoro · 7 months

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roronoa zoro being pussy drunk is a thought that nvr leaves my mind <3

-> contents: coochie eating! overstimulation! piss!! (squirting)

♥️♥️♥️ MDNI

zoro loved coming home to you after a long day. full day battles left him drained but the dopamine he received from you was his greatest pleasure. his pretty girl, how he dreamed he would come across his other half.

he saw you relaxed in your shared bed watching some boring documentary, he’s gonna take care of you. ‘my heart, my meal,’ was all he thought. he was ready to devour.

immediately he’s at your side, kissing and smiling against your warm skin. you knew what was coming, it was practically part of his routine at this point.

“zoro~” you mumble, tired eyes looking down at him.

he quickly got to work with your nightwear, helping you remove your sweats.

“needa taste my girl~ ‘m so starved.” he nips and kisses at your hips and lower stomach. he’s getting sloppier and needier with each wet kiss.

he loved to tease you, play with you just a little bit.

as he’s laid between your legs he plays with the elastic of your panties, pulling with his teeth and allowing them to snap against your skin.

one your panties were fully removed, he kissed even more, getting a taste of every available square inch. he loved traveling down from your belly to your thighs, purposefully avoiding your achy cunt.

his strong hands met with yours, holding them tightly before diving in. his tongue swiping between your slick folds, slurping up your sweet juices. you felt his mouth vibrate as he hummed against you, making you arch your back and grind up against his glistening face.

“oh god please-” he begged, he wants you to cum so bad. you moving your hips up and squeezing around his face, soo sexy, he needs your juices drowning him.

he’s so intoxicated from your taste, much more than he has even been with any type of booze.

his hands leave yours for a moment to tie down your trembling legs. he pushes his face down more, devoting all of his attention to your sensitive bud. each of his suckles and kisses were matched with sporadic moans and whispers escaping your lips.

you felt the waves coming, euphoric pounding building in your lower abdomen, you couldn’t help but cry. “zo- t-too much!! haah- fuck baby mm so close!”

zoro’s pace never faltered as he heard your pathetic whines to stop him, he was on a mission.

his tongue drew swift circles around your pretty clit, his spit mixed with your slick made his muscle feel heavenly.

“fuck, hold still y/n, gonna make you squirt. please-” he needed it so bad, the look on your face whenever you pissed on him was like no other. your pretty face whining in pleasure, he needed to drink you up.

“squirt on my face, baby.” he begged again, this time putting two fingers at the entrance of your weeping hole.

the light touch of his digits made you clench at nothing. fuck, you missed his mouth so much. “p-promise i’ll squirt zo~♡ please, p-put em in- ahh!”

zoro did just that, his thick ring and index fingers curled beautifully in you. gifting you a few pumps then carefully pressing against the spongey pad at the hight of your cervix.

he noticed your muffled moans as you held your hands to cover your mouth, but he needed to hear you. as he felt your flood coming, his lovely treat, he pinched the inside of your leg to hear those sweet sounds from you. the pain mixed with the pleasure was too much, you couldn’t hold it back anymore.

“zoro!!” you cried out, feeling your walls being broken down at the touch of his skilled fingers. he was satisfied, he removed his digits and quickly latched back onto you with his mouth, milking you of you cum.

your ears rang as pleasure consumed your body, hips and legs quivering as you released everything within you onto his eager face.

open mouth kisses on your pretty cunt as he drank all that he could. peering up at you devilishly as he continued his soft licks.

he kept going.. “zoro!! please!! gonna f-fuck gonna cum again~”

he hummed against your achy clit as he milked you one more time.

he met his eyes back with yours once he finished his meal.

“that’s my girl.”

this was based off real life events, zoro just ate me out.

#roronoa zoro #roronoa zoro smut #roronoa zoro x reader #zoro roronoa x you #one piece smut #one piece x reader #one piece scenario #one piece

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bboricha · 1 year

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inazuma boys, we’re unforgettable!

➳ wc: ~ 1.5k ➳ pairings: modern!heizou, kazuha, and scaramouche x fem!reader (she/her) ➳ cw: not proofread, 4P, oral (m and f!receiving), marking, deepthroat, cum eating, protected, unprotected, degradation a bit (slut), scara is called kuni, scara is a bit mean, heizou likes getting his d!ck wet, kazuha is sweet, dumbification if u squint, language, lmk if i missed any

synopsis: it's almost as if this was planned by those three. not that it matters now, you know, with them filling you up so well and all.

kazuha’s behind you, leaving delicate, soft kisses on your neck, putting just enough pressure to make it ever so slightly red, while kuni sits on your right, shoving his tongue down your throat. he nips a bit at your lips, making them pink and puffy as you whine at the feeling—how did he know that you like a little bit of pain? and heizou is below you, arms hooked around your legs as he eats you out like a starved man, slurping up everything you have to give him while leaving marks on the inside of your thighs, muttering comments here and there about how wet you are just from their teasing with his hot breath hitting your skin, making you twitch in response.

you can’t remember how you got here, you were at itto’s party just a second ago, and were swept up into an empty room by these three the next. you’re a bit confused, but it feels good. the attention was nice, not knowing that they were waiting all week for this. it was definitely premeditated. the way they were eyeing you the moment you stepped in, shamelessly looking at any exposed skin or even the parts that were hidden behind fabric, it was as clear as day. you just didn’t know that they had set their sights on you well before this party.

not that it matters now, of course. it doesn’t matter when heizou sticks his tongue inside your dripping hole, tasting your essence as he licks a stripe up towards your clit, sucking on the tiny bud as you whine into kuni’s mouth. he tsks, unsatisfied at how you’re focusing so much on heizou’s ministrations. he stands up, taking his hardened cock out and brings it to your lips. to his delight, you take it in, giving a tentative lick to the tip and proceed to bring the entire head inside your mouth. when kuni pushes a bit more of his length inside, you feel kazuha’s soft hands wrapping around your waist, coming up a bit to your breasts as he begins fondling them. he takes a nipple between the tips of his fingers, rolling it around while biting your shoulders and you can feel him grinding his clothed cock against your ass.

there’s so much going on, you’re not sure how to take in all these sensations when you suddenly cum against heizou’s tongue. he quickly licks up your release, milking out your orgasm for what it’s worth and you whine on kuni’s dick from the overstimulation. once he’s done, he gets up, wiping his chin satisfyingly as he rolls a condom over his length.

“wait, who said you get to go first?” kuni starts, pushing heizou away from you. he ignores him, going back to his original position and lines himself against his entrance.

“you have her mouth, don’t you? that should be enough,” heizou teases, rubbing himself up and down to gather your slick before entering your hole. the stretch has your eyes rolling back—kuni keeps complaining, but you’re not listening and neither is heizou.

“hey, slut,” kuni says, not bothering to hide his irritation as he grabs your face, squishing your cheeks as he forces you to look at him, “you can take it deeper, can’t you?” you try to give a nod the best you can when heizou bottoms out, making you moan on kuni’s cock when he mutters something about “opening up” when he pushes his length down your throat even deeper.

“kazuha, you good?” heizou asks, slowly pulling out before shoving himself all the way back in again, beginning to rhythmically thrust inside you.

“mmhm,” he replies, his voice soft and calm, opposite to the situation, “it’s fun to watch her like this, she’s so cute.” he says fondly, giving you a gentle kiss on the cheek before going back to marking up your neck and back. little do the other men know that it’s because once they’re tired out, it means that kazuha can have you all to himself.

“suit yourself,” heizou grunts, smirking as he’s perfectly content with this. he finally got to taste you and fuck your sweet cunt? it’s a dream come true for him.

he speeds up his thrusts, the pace becoming sporadic when he notices kuni fucking your throat with the same fervor. how insane would it be if the three of you came all at once? and with that thought, he places a finger on your clit, rubbing figure eights against it. kuni’s hands are buried in your hair, using it as leverage as he fucks himself deep in your throat, your tears and messy make up pushing him further to the edge. he gives one last thrust, stilling as far as he can push himself into you as you feel his warm cum trickling down your throat. it was then when heizou gives a particularly harsh pinch to your clit when you orgasm around his length, the spasms of your pussy making him still as he spills into the condom, groaning out about how you’re so impossibly tight. you try to swallow everything kuni had to give you the best you can, and when he pulls out, pressing his thumb down on your tongue to check, he kisses your forehead, the action uncharacteristically sweet.

both men retreat, letting kazuha take their places as they both leave to return to the party to grab refreshments as if they didn’t just fuck the life out of you.

“have fun, kazu! she’s all yours~” heizou laughs, as kuni scowls, not finding his jokes amusing.

“i thought we were sharing,” kuni grumbles and heizou laughs again.

“you know i didn’t mean it like that, of course we are!” you can hear their voices fade away into the rest of the noises from the party downstairs. oh yeah, there was a party, wasn’t there? and what were they talking about…? you’re… whose? and—oh—kazuha begins kissing you gently, ignoring the fact that kuni had just emptied himself inside your mouth. he kisses away your tears, wiping away any strays as he quietly brings fingers to your entrance, testing your reaction as he dips a finger inside. you moan against his mouth, trying to grind on his fingers when you feel his lips curve into a smile.

“you’re still so tight and needy—how exactly do you manage to be so, so perfect?” he asks, the question obviously rhetoric, fully knowing that you’re incapable of responding. he slides in a second finger, the stretch is good, but not enough, so you grab onto his shirt, silently asking for him to simultaneously take it off and to put something bigger inside you.

“you’re just so greedy, aren’t you?” he gives you one last kiss, pulling away as he watches you chase after his lips. “but i like that about you, you know.” he pulls off his shirt and it feels like forever, as if he’s purposely putting on a show. he reveals a toned body underneath, pulling out his cock. why is he taking so long, you wonder, watching him reach for a condom before you grab his arm, stopping him.

“kazuha—please—” you beg before he pushes you down against the mattress, the look in his eyes changing in an instant. it’s darker, almost as if you can see a fire in them and it makes your pussy clench around nothing.

“as you wish,” his voice is deeper than before as he thrusts his entire length inside of you in one go, making you gasp and moan, a mixture of the two. you hold onto his shoulders for some sort of purchase as he begins his assault on your cunt, the pace he sets is brutal. he’s been patient for a bit too long, after all. the head of his dick kisses that gummy part of your walls that makes you see stars. how was he able to find your sweet spot so fast is beyond you, but with the way he keeps his focus there is a telling sign that you won’t be lasting long.

a few more hits have your eyes rolling back as you cum around his cock, leaving a creamy, white ring on him as you squirt all over his lower abdomen. your spasms have him groaning, leaning his body against yours as he kisses you, drinking up your moans as he continues thrusting, chasing after his orgasm now.

“where… should i—” he asks, starting to lose his rhythm as you cut him off.

“inside, please,” you beg with streaks of mascara running down your eyes, your lipstick completely licked off by now, but it’s the prettiest fucking sight kazuha’s ever seen. he reaches his peak, bottoming out as he cums inside of you. you feel warmth spreading throughout your stomach, the feeling a bit addicting, opening up a new door as the actual door to the room opens, heizou and kuni coming in looking refreshed with bottles of water for the four of you.

kazuha’s still inside, leaning down to give you one last kiss before pulling out.

“you can take more, can’t you?”

➳ an: oops! sorry, just dropped my—oh god—im so fuckin clumsy, sorry let me just—oh no it spilled again, hold on—

#bboricha*:･ﾟ✧#bori writes*:･ﾟ✧#bori genshin*:･ﾟ✧#bori nsfw*:･ﾟ✧#scaramouche x reader #scaramouche smut #kaedehara kazuha x you #kaedehara kazuha x reader #kazuha smut #kazuha x reader #heizou x reader #heizou smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin smut

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hoshieeyewrinkles · 3 months

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Warning: bullying, degradation, non-con.

Bully! Jeno and jaemin who are obsessed with you ever since they saw you walking timidly in the hallways.

Bully! Nomin who glanced at each other and immediately knew what the other was thinking. They were going to have fun with you and since you are a looser, what can you do other than being their plaything?

Bully! Nomin who are obsessed with your little skirts. Asking you to wear more shorter ones with no panties underneath. Jaemin who steals away your panties if they ever caught you wearing one after jeno beats your ass red.

Bully! Nomin where jeno is just obsessed with beating you pink. Your ass, tits, cheeks they all turn pink as he vents out his frustration at you with his veiny hands. Don't look at jaemin for help tho, he is just gonna laugh at your face as he verbally abuses you "Greedy whore, you asked for it."

Bully! Nomin where jaemin brings you strawberry milk one day which surprises you. You hesitantly opened the cap, drinking from it as you watched how he couldn't stop staring at you, going back and forth between your tits and lips. Your suspicions came true when he snatched the bottle away before splashing the milk all over your tits making your shirt transparent. "Aww sorry, angel. Want me to clean you?" He says before slurping all the milk from your tits like a madman while you just stand there covering your mouth, helplessly letting him do as he wishes.

Bully! nomin Who makes sure you are assigned with them for any project, threatening any other boys who even dare to look at you because you are their 'bestie'. Bringing you to their dorms which they share. The work is left forgotten as you grind on Jeno's thighs, biting your lips to control any moans which threatens to slip. All while jaemin records it, Jeno groaning loudly at the feel of your bare cunt on his thighs. "Smile for the camera, slut."

Bully! Nomin who are well known for their good behaviour and looks. No one ever suspects them of the things they do to you. You three soon became the infamous trio making all the girls wonder how a loser like you can be friends with such hot guys? Oh well , only if they know the things behind the doors.

Bully! Nomin who looks at each other amused after seeing the wet snail trail on your thighs after they treat you like their cumrag. They don't feel pity for a slut like you. You were made to be one of their holes afterall.

Read more of bully! Nomin here

#nct hard hours #nct dream smut #non con #nct smut #nct hard thoughts #nct jeno #nct jeno smut #jeno smut #jeno x reader #lee jeno #lee know hard thoughts #jaemin x you #jaemin x reader #jaemin smut #jaemin hard hours #kpop smut #jeno x you

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sashiavi · 1 month

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i BEG for more goathybrid!harvey that patgetic doctor is my everything and i just wanna eat him up for breakfast lunch and dinner 😔🫶

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He is so pathetic I love him sooooo much </3

Just imagine gripping on to Goat!Harvey's pretty, curled horns, pulling him into your cunt while he whines. All he can do is stare up at you, stuck on his knees, forced to balance his weight on the achey tile of the clinic.

His hands are frozen, too nervous to place them anywhere on your body, opting to scrunch them in his lap, blunt nails digging into his own thigh.

Goat!Harvey letting you grind and ride his face, clipping his broad nose into your clit. His lips all smushed, cheeks squished up against your thighs. His poor moustache slicked to his lip, face all wet and messy, covered in your slick.

His eyes would spill soft tears, pretty milk chocolate irises rolling to the back of his skull while his tongue slurps up all your yummy juices.

God, Goat!Harvey who can't help but impulsively buck his hips into your mouth, struggling to keep up a professional front for whoever was chatting to him at the clinic counter.

Meanly swallowing him down your throat, peering up, watching his knuckles bruise white against the high counter. Oh, poor doctor, struggling the quiet down the warbling chitters bubbling up his throat.

When the clinic door finally closes, Goat!Harvey let's it all out. Soft warbles, heavy breaths, leveraging his hands on the counter to hump his cock down your throat, baaabling about how he's going to get you back for this - he truly won't </3

Poor Goat!Harvey who spills his cum into your mouth with a strangled groan, a hard fuck down your throat and a wag of his little tail - all hastily cut off as the door opens once again, inviting in another patient.

Silly Goat!Harvey who's chewed through two ends of a pen in the duration of the latest conversation, cock still nestled down your throat, teasing him oh so meanly.

Goat!Harvey is just too easy to tease <3

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snailpaste · 4 months

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SHANKS x AMAB! MALE READER

NSFW IMAGINE‎

Content: Male-gendered pet names, light dom/sub, oral sex reader receiving, reader has a dick, shanks is a slut (affectionate) MDNI 18+

Imagine...

Shanks blowing you sloppily under the table while you work. Taking his time and teasing your length, groaning when you brush his red locks from his face or roll your hips gently.

Shanks who sucks dick for his pleasure, not yours, laving his tongue around your leaky tip with a satisfied hum; who buries his nose into your groin and nips at the surrounding skin, and runs a hot sloppy kiss up the side of your length.

Shanks who praises you absentmindedly, thoughts rolling off his tongue: "God, you taste so fucking good" ... "So handsome like this" ... "C'mon sweet boy, let me hear more of them pretty moans" ... "Oh, I'm gonna absolutely ruin you later"

Shanks who whines when you fist a hand in his hair and tug- pulling him up and down your length at your own pace, soft, wet sounds coming from his throat with each thrust

Shanks who laughs breathily and gazes up at you with deep crimson eyes, slapping your cockhead on his tongue before taking you down until he gags slightly

Shanks who makes your eyes roll back as he gently scrapes his teeth just right, the slick sounds as he bobs his head up and down your length adding to the heat building in your gut

Shanks who fists his own aching dick while he watches you lovingly, enamoured at every little sound that escapes you, the way your jaw feathers and your muscles tense as you teeter on the edge

Shanks who pulls off your dick with a wet pop, jerking you fast while he presses his cheek to your length, murmuring a sinful “That's my good boy, come on, come f'me darlin',” in between pants

Shanks who milks your cock and outright groans as the first streaks of cum hit his face.

Shanks who takes you back into his mouth only to slurp messily at the last of your release, pulling off just before the sensitivity becomes too much and you writhe under his touch

Shanks who gets up clumsily when you reach to pull him into your arms, ready to repay your lover, but whimpers when you reach down to stroke him and find his shaft covered in his own seed, cock softening after he came just from blowing you

an: unedited in its entirety... It's 11:07pm and I'm tired and down bad for this man and dear god I needed to write this. Leave a comment if you liked it please- for real feedback is the ONLY thing that sustains me ;-;

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hwsing · 1 year

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giving head

warnings/notes: 18+, reader is afab and gender neutral. includes: england (arthur kirkland), america (alfred f. jones), france (francis bonnefoy), n.italy (feliciano vargas). as always, reblogs are appreciated

arthur kirkland

while arthur can be an awfully impatient man, he’s quick to slow as he lowers himself to be eye-level with your cunt. he’s the type to nearly drool as he spreads your legs, watching your cunt spread, just for him. he’ll look up to meet your gaze before gently blowing on your clit, his cock twitching in his pants at the way you shudder.

arthur loves to go down on you. despite being all ‘prim and proper,’ he loves a mess; and so, he loves to make you a mess, too. if you let him, there are nights where he’ll give you multiple orgasms through oral alone, ignoring the ache in his cock as you moan out and clamp your thighs around his head. he’ll suck on your clit, his tongue rubbing against it before wondering lower, prodding at your hole; he’ll tongue fuck you, licking against your walls until his tongue hurts. arthur will force your legs apart, wrapping his hands around your thighs as your cunt drools; don’t worry! he’ll clean up after. really, he doesn’t mind at all.

actually, if he’s given permission to be a bit more mean towards you, he’ll tease you for making a mess — he loves to bully you a bit. he’ll even nip or slap your clit if you talk back to him! when you squeak or whine at the pain, he’ll remind you that as long as you behave, he’ll help you cum. he likes feeling completely responsible for your pleasure, and if you let him, he’ll restrain you to further your dependence on him in the moment.

alfred f. jones

while it’s not something that crosses his mind too often, when he has you laid out beneath him, spreading your legs to let him see your pretty pussy, he nearly gets light headed as the blood rushes to his cock at how soaked you are. he says something about how he’s gonna eat you up as he lowers his face, tongue quickly darting out to lick up between your folds.

alfred is the kind of guy who has little technique, but his passion makes up for it completely. he’ll sloppily eat you out, making disgusting slurp sounds the more wet you become; he doesn’t really get why you get so embarrassed sometimes! he loves to hear you call out his name, your hand grabbing at his hair to pull him closer to your cunt. he’ll grin against you, determined to rock your world.

really, really, really likes when you sit on his face. what do you mean you’ll crush him? please, he’s way stronger than he looks, trust him! he’ll grip your hips and force you to lower yourself on his face, humming as you make such pretty noises. this is his favourite way to eat you out; the angle is perfect, and you have no way to push his head away and interrupt him. as long as you let him, he’ll totally get his full from this.

francis bonnefoy

believes that pleasure is a form of art, through and through; he has an intimidating amount of experience, and is quick to discover what you like. whatever your preferences are, francis is more than capable of providing them. he’ll pay close attention to what makes your head spin; experimenting with how to toy with your clit (do you like when he sucks on it softly, or when he practically tries to milk it? do you prefer circular or side-side motions? do you like a slow build up with sudden fast movements?). whatever you like, he’s bound to figure it out, and when he does, he’ll be almost relentless.

he does like to kitten lick, though. truth be told, he does like to tease you, just a bit; he simply wants to hear just how much you want more. he’ll comply the moment you ask, don’t worry! after all, he must reward you for speaking up!

after spending time between your legs, he finds that the smell of you lingers in his scruff. it’s faint, but, he soaks it in — a reminder of your night together. it arouses him so, but he’s patient to wait until next time. he’ll tell you about how much he craves you, how good you taste, how your smell teases him the following day; it’d be cruel to not let him have another taste, no?

feliciano vargas

feliciano prefers receiving, however, don’t let that fool you; he knows his way around your cunt like the back of his hand. he thinks it’s only natural to! he loves you, and loves to make you feel good. he’ll stay between your legs as long as you want him to, more than happy to be of use to you.

this is 100% about you; all he wants is for you to enjoy yourself and get off. the moment you ask, he’s already nudging you towards a place when you can sit down while he falls to his knees, spreading your legs. he’ll sensually lick your clit, swirling his tongue around your bud before wrapping his plump lips around it. he’ll gather spit in his mouth and let it drool down your cunt as he plays with your clit, your sounds of pleasure being music to his ears. he’ll do anything you tell him to do — but, it should be noted that you don’t necessarily have to. he knows what he’s doing; leave it to him, and he’ll bring you up to cloud nine with ease.

feliciano loves when you yank him off your cunt with your hand gripping his hair; he’ll look up at you with his lower face positively drenched, a small grin and lazy eyes meeting yours. “no more, tesoro?” he’ll ask softly, and when you calm down and steady your breath, sheepishly dragging him back to your cunt slowly, he’ll happily reach out, his neck extending to get closer faster, his tongue already darting out to get to your cunt.

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byuljoonie · 2 months

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A helping hand // jhs

Free you my heart 😪

pairing: dom!hobi x f!reader

genre: smut, drabble, unedited

word count: 360

warnings: cunnilingus

note: Happy Easter ig? Just something I wrote spur of the moment 😅

“Hoseok, please” you begged pathetically, a tear slipping down your already wet cheeks. You were trembling on the bed, your pink sheets soaked and messy.

“Please what, y/n?” He said sickeningly sweet, running his finger along the slit of your sensitive pussy. “Use your words pretty girl.”

He started kissing along the inside of your left thigh, chuckling at the exasperated breath you let out. Your body was spent, you were 3 orgasms in and practically limp.

“Can’t handle more, hobi” you mewled weakly, running your shaky hands through his disheveled hair. You tried pushing his head away from your body but he only resisted.

“Oh but you can, baby” he cooed, furrowing his brows in mock worry. He placed a hand on either of your shins, pushing your legs upward. He positioned himself closer to your waiting core. Listening attentively to your cute whines of desperation.

He leaned down licking a strip up your slit, kissing each side of your pussy lips. Eyeing your glistening cunt like a mad man, hobi peered up through hooded eyes. His long lashes casting a small shadow across his cheeks. Smiling at the sight of your ruined body, he lowered his head. Placing his nose directly on your pussy, inhaling loudly.

Your cheeks burned red, legs starting to ache in the tightly folded position he placed you in. He began tongue fucking you mercilessly. Obscene slurping noises filled the room, your whimpers turning into broken cries. You felt your arousal dripping down your legs continuously. The knot in your stomach forming almost immediately.

“Mmm—“ he hummed against your soaked core, moving away to take a quick breath. He didn’t waste another second diving back in. Spitting on your cunt in a swift motion.

“Whose pussy is this?” He questioned hotly. Using a free hand to rub across your pussy. He looked at you hungrily, milking another orgasm from you with his fingers. You felt your pussy clench around his fingers, repeatedly calling his name in response.

“So gorgeous,” he breathed heavily, watching your cunt contract around his idle fingers. He ran his fingers along your folds placing them in his mouth happily.

“Again?”

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cuethediscoandthedrinks · 1 year

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..so this is like actually nasty. ur welcome whores ;P

mansk and ja + heat pollen ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ﾟ☾ ｡⋆

• it had been out on a mission, exploring the depths of the pandoran forest; initially it was a full-capacity task, but quaritch had since split you up into groups

• him, and a couple others, and you, ja and mansk to survey the borders on the west for any signs of na'vi interference.

• quaritch had entrusted that you three would be a solid group, but you most certainly had a reputation at headquarters for being a rambunctious group; although pretty quiet and reserved yourself, being a mere biological scientist, here to explore the vast plantlife, mansk and ja were full jock marines.

• stomping and clomping through the forest, virtually no interest in what surrounded them. you'd made sure to at least try and avoid stepping on any growing plants, but both of your colleagues took no issue with hacking away at stray vines, and batting past hanging leaves.

• and that's how you got into this mess. roughly bent over into the lush green earth below you; comms turned off due to the sheer graphic noises of struggle, raw fucking and being double-teamed by two of the biggest marines in the recom group.

• in ja's enthusiasm to reach the lookout tower first, he'd not even realised that he crushed the lightly yellowed, luminescent flower in the dense grass below him. the pollen soon escaped in short puffs, filling the air around you

• you and mansk had been not too far behind him, and soon enough all the three of you could think about was breeding. them filling you up deep, and full; thick gushes of creamy seed overfilling your pussy. all as your fertile cunt milked them dry

• that's you ended up being brutally, primally fucked by both of the soldiers; your face was smushed down into the grass, eyes clamped shut but fangs bared and the most lewd, graphic whines and moans erupting from your throat

• mansk had since forced the full-length of his thick, veiny blue cock deep inside your pussy; the way you clenched and dripped had him groaning out into the open air, with ja's lusty sounds not far behind

• he'd decided to lift your face from the ground, giving you a few moments of reprieve before filling your mouth with his throbbing length. ja's cock was certainly longer than mansk's, and in spite of your efforts to take him fully, you couldn't stop your hard gags and moans around him, drool leaking out as you slurped on his pulsating hardness.

• mansk had only been spurred on by such erotic noises, and began to rut hard and fast into your squelching opening; he stretched you out more than ja, but not by much. both of them were so tall, and so big, the only real difference from ja was mansk's bulbous, mushroomed cock-tip that seemingly couldn't miss your g-spot even if it tried.

• mansk's groans were becoming increasingly guttural as his hips pumped deep thrusts into you; soon timing themselves up with ja's bucks into your warm, wet mouth. your eyes were doing their best to stay open in spite of the rough, feral onslaught of ja's weighty cock resting on your tongue, but it was virtually impossible

• ja began to go hilt-deep, taking both hands and cupping your smaller head so as to gain a deeper angle; your gags had become a primal, lewd sort of noise--the mix of saliva and ja's precum dribbled out of your mouth onto the grass below you in long, milky strings as you lost yourself in the eroticised delirium.

• mansk could only watch as his colleague took you for all your worth; likewise how much you seemed to enjoy being taken so roughly. he knew you especially liked when ja'd bottom-out, because he could feel the tell-tale clench of your slickened, throbbing pussy constrict around his fatter cock--

• "..fuckin' enjoyin' this, aren't you?..j-ja-unngh-she takes me so good..fffuck-unnnhgh-and those dirty fuckin' noises..you like slobberin' on ja's cock, babygirl?..fuckin nasty.." he'd grit out, in between some especially curt, rough thrusts to your aching pussy

• and with his pulsing cock inside your warm mouth, ja'd soon become too aroused to even speak. after some especially graphic slurs and groans, he'd take himself out of your mouth; wrapping a hand around his now sticky length, he'd give you a few seconds of breath as he watched your expression.

• you'd given up trying to maintain any sense of self-respect or composure long ago, but only now could ja really take in the emotionality of it all--your loud, wanton squeals from mansk's rhythmic pumping into your hot cunt; your spitty, slobbery mouth hanging agape from ja's rough use; your face reddened in both pollen-stained lust and overexertion - it looked hot, and it made him want to spill his sticky, warm seed all over your face as you whined in pleasure.

• "..hah, fuck..you take it nasty, all fuckin' sloppy and wet..fuckin' gross sweetie..goddamn lucky she's got such gentlemen to indulge her fantasies--isn't that right mansk?" ja'd almost sneer out, as he lay some weighty cock-slaps to your fucked-out face

• his cock, so heavy with his creamy seed only made the sound all the more lewd; some wet 'pap pap pap's almost ricocheted off your flushed cheeks, reaching mansk's needy ears. ja'd only continue at the graphic sound, cupping his tightened sack between his fingers as he alternated between weighty slaps and smearing his pulsing balls all over your wet lips and warm tongue

• mansk could only groan in response, now too entranced with the way your cunt stretched and clenched around his girthy dick; he could feel the ropes of milky cum about to spurt from his cockhead, his thrusts staggering and legs quaking

• "...g-god...f-fffuck she's gonna take it ja..s-she's g'na-ungh--hunhgg--aagh..ffuck take it..f-fuck, fuck..agh..fuckin' christ.." was all he could muster as he unloaded heavy reams of his warm, fertile semen into your throbbing pussy

• your eyes were closed from the sheer pleasure of his movements, feeling the slaps and spanks of ja's wet cock across your face as you let them use you for all you had; that was until you opened your eyes--looking up, still being roughly plowed by the sheer girth of mansk's cock, you took in ja's expression

• he seemed a little..uneasy. his hand had since stalled in its movements, eyes widened in a lewd-glazed shock, ears flicked up; it was only after hearing the tell-tale drawl of your boss, paired with the wry laughs and scoffs in amused surprise from his colleague that it clicked

• "..well, well, well..look what we have here..should'a known you'd get distracted boys..but sweetheart..*tssk*..i expect better from you."--in spite of his stern tone, quaritch sported a dark smirk as he made his way over. slinging his gun around his back, he took no time in turning off his comm, batting mansk's now exhausted form to the side as he unsheathed his long, thick length out from his cargo pants

• "..you're a good girl, pretty..what'cha doin' with these nasty boys, huh?..tryn'a teach you about sex, is that right?..should be more careful darlin', silly boys like these'll stain you up..you're too pretty to go to waste, sweetheart"

• he'd tut out playfully, as in spite of the shame you felt at being caught out, your pollen-infused state only expressed more need in the form of some desperate gyrates into quaritch's cock..after he let out another wry chuckle at your movements, something told you this would be a long day.

fwooh! hot<3

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averyfromzero · 1 year

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Who’s The Better C*ck?

pairing: male reader x jeno, mark, lucas, jaehyun & johnny

summary: after having kissed all of them, you have to take care of each of their *eggplant emoji*

notes: smut, bl*wjob, a whole lotta c*ck

words: 2,089

part 1: “who’s the better kisser?”

"Want me to help you guys with that?" You asked, gesturing at their bulges.

The guys looked down and saw that their cocks had formed obvious tents on each of their tents.

The guys looked at each other, implicitly seeking any disapproval in any of the others' faces. So as Johnny shrugged, so did everyone else.

You watched as the 5 hot men around you got up on their feet and pulled down their pants, letting their dicks out.

You were about to have an overdose of cock. And you couldn't wait for it.

Following the same line as before, you went to Jeno first. He had only the zipper of his jeans open so just his member and balls were visible. As it was so hard that it was pointing upwards, he pushed it down with his thumb and waited as you approached.

Kneeling in front of him, you wrapped your fingers around his shaft. Jeno had always been known for being hung as his bulge could never be hidden. So it was no surprise when you took it in your hand and saw how massive he was.

Jeno's cock looked to be around 8 inches (20.3cm) long and had a medium girth, with a few veins visible along the shaft.

His skin was pale there but the bulbous head was a pretty pink color, intensified by how hard he was, shining from precum.

A patch of black hair also adorned the base, making him look even hotter. Meanwhile, his medium-sized balls lacked hair.

You stroked him a couple times before wrapping your lips around the head. Weirdly enough, Jeno tasted soft and delightful, matching the visual of his cock. He was literally delicious.

As your mouth watered the more you sucked him, Jeno's cock was soon thoroughly wet with spit and precum. The sound of your mouth on his dick reverberated in the room but you could still hear the faint noise of the other guys' slowly jerking themselves off.

Bobbing your head up and down nonstop, you couldn't get enough of how well Jeno tasted and how well he filled your mouth, its thickness filling you up just right.

You felt the spit smear around your lips as you kept slurping on that cock.

Soon, Jeno bent his head back and started puffing, signaling you that he was close to his climax.

After a few more seconds, Jeno shot his huge load inside your mouth. His cum wasn't very thick and it tasted just as soft as the skin of his cock did. Almost like the lightest of milks.

You swallowed it all as it oozed out of Jeno's cock like it was a pacifier. After being done, you let his member slide out of your mouth and exhaled loudly, expressing your content.

You caught your breath for a couple seconds before moving towards Mark, who was patiently waiting while slowly caressing his cock.

Mark had his hoodie on, looking all kinds of soft, but the lust on his face made him look just as hot.

Still on your knees, you took his cock in your hands and examined it, wanting to taking in every detail of it.

Mark wasn't as long as Jeno, but was still packing a big one. His cock was about 7 inches (17.8cm) long and just as thick as the younger's. While Jeno's looked a bit too big for his body, Mark's cock seemed to fit him perfectly, being just the right size for him, which was something that made Mark look even more attractive.

He was slightly more tan than Jeno and the head was a bit more red than pink. The shaft was mostly smooth and gave Mark a very clean appearance, the perfectly brushed patch of dark hair at the base complimenting him even more. Like Jeno, Mark's balls were smooth.

After fully examining Mark's member, you took him in your mouth, swallowing half of his cock in one go.

Mark's cock had a bit more flavor to it when compared to Jeno's but he still tasted pretty clean and soft altogether. It was an addicting taste, and it made you suck him faster.

You bobbed your head up and down and was soon taking all of his 7 inches in your mouth, coating it thoroughly with your spit while you mixed it with his precum.

While Jeno was quieter, Mark couldn't help but moan as you went down on him. His soft voice coming out of him in arousing puffs of air as he looked at the way your wet lips smoothly slid up and down his cock.

Mark's dick fit your mouth perfectly, even more so than Jeno's.

Soon, Mark's moans became louder and more shaky, so you got ready to swallow down yet another load of cum.

After a few seconds, you felt Mark's cock twitch inside your mouth and his overflowing milk started to fill you up.

Mark's cum was less thick than Jeno's, but he easily oozed out double the amount than the other. Its taste was similar to the younger's but a bit more sour.

Because of how much Mark had cum, some of it leaked through the corners of your mouth and ran down your chin. Still, you managed to swallow most of his semen. It felt great.

You didn't bother cleaning up your face before you moved to the third cock of the night: Lucas'.

The young man had his pants pulled down to the knees and his enlarged member hung low as it was too massive to stand up.

Not wasting any time, you wrapped your hand around Lucas' cock and, for the third time, you examined it.

Lucas' cock was the biggest one so far, longer than Jeno's and thicker than both his and Mark's. It was easily 10 inches (25.4cm) long and it gave Lucas the stereotypical image of a tall slim guy with a horse cock.

His puppy face and expression of a horny teenager just helped in building that image up.

Lucas had darker skin than Mark and the head of his cock took a purple tone rather than a red one. A drop of precum hung from the tip and a messy bush of dark hair at the base finished off the look, with his balls being the biggest ones so far, but still lacking any kind of hair.

You gave his shaft a lick from the bottom until the very tip, where you caught the drop of precum that was about to fall.

With that alone, you could feel Lucas' more salty and sour taste compared to the previous two.

You wrapped your lips around his fat head and managed to take in half his cock. His thickness didn't help so you weren't able to fit as much as you did Mark and Jeno.

Keeping your mouth still, you used your hand to stroke the other half of his cock that couldn't fit inside.

You started moving your head up and down at a slow pace as you kept masturbating him.

Soon, you picked up your pace stroked him faster, making Lucas moan out loud. He was louder than Mark.

With a mouthful of cock, you felt your spit drip from your lips as you kept sucking.

After a while, Lucas dragged out a deeper moan as he let out a big load of cum inside your mouth.

His semen was the thickest one so far and the volume was almost the same as Mark's. His taste was salty but still delicious, so you swallowed it all.

You took a few seconds to rest before you moved on to Jaehyun.

Jaehyun was holding his pants open for you as his cock waited to be sucked on.

Kneeling in front of him, you wrapped your right hand around his hanging shaft and, once again, examined it.

Jaehyun was bigger than Jeno but smaller than Lucas, with a length of 9 inches (22.8cm) and as thick as the first one.

His cock was as pale as Jeno's but more veiny, the bulbous head being painted with a deep salmon pink color and shining with precum.

While Jaehyun was the hairiest overall, his pubes were more modest than Lucas' and they took a brighter hair color than expected, looking almost dark blonde.

His balls hung low and had that same dark blonde hair on them, being hairiest sack of all the boys.

You wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock and slurped on it, sucking on his precum.

Jaehyun tasted salty like Lucas but not as sour, while the skin of his member had a slightly musky scent and flavor. He had the richest taste so far.

You went down on his shaft until you couldn't fit any more of it in your mouth. Like you did with Lucas, you started masturbating what was rest of it, taking the chance to brush your hand on the bushy hair at the base.

The rich taste and smell of Jaehyun made your mouth water even more and soon his cock was all lathered up with your saliva.

Taking a break to breathe, you removed your mouth from his cock and stroked it, feeling a rush of arousal as you saw the string of spit connect the tip of his dick with your lips.

Going back at it, you started sucking him off again, this time picking up the pace.

It took Jaehyun a few minutes until his cock twitched and his thick cum started filling up your mouth.

His milk was as thick as Lucas' but it tasted even better. You just wanted more and more. And Jaehyun kept giving it to you.

His orgasm felt almost eternal until he finally stopped cumming. You managed to swallow most of it but some of it had leaked, dripping down your chin like Mark's cum had just minutes before.

You started feeling full and your jaw was a little tired from all the sucking. But you still had one more cock to go.

Johnny took notice of your state as you approached him. "Don't worry, I'm so horned up I'm not gonna take long to cum."

You nodded and then looked down to take in the size of Johnny's cock.

His dick was as long as Lucas' but it seemed even thicker than his. Somehow, it didn't hang as low as the latter one did.

Johnny's cock was as hard as a rock, pointing directly at your face with a purply bulbous head dripping precum.

His shaft was almost as smooth as Mark's, but a single thick vein that traced its underside from the base to the tip gave it some extra texture.

His pubes weren't as bushy as Lucas' but his hairs were longer and his balls, while not as hairy as Jaehyun's, had some of it too.

Tired of using your hands, you rested them on your knees while you got closer to that thick cock with your mouth open.

You felt as Johnny placed one of his hands on your head and started to buck his hips slowly. You let him do the work this time.

His enlarged member filled your mouth quickly but Johnny didn't force it all the way down your throat, not wanting to hurt you.

He started to quicken his thrusts and grunts starting leaving his mouth.

You looked up and took in the erotic sight before you. Johnny had a lustful expression on his face and strands of his hair kept moving as he thrusted inside your mouth.

You two stayed in that position for a few minutes and, when you thought you were about to chug down another load of cum, Johnny's cock left your mouth.

It took you a couple seconds to register that the oldest of them had decided to cum on your face instead. That thought sent chills down your spine.

You watched as Johnny masturbated his cock frantically for a few seconds before milk started to shoot out of him and landing on your face.

He oozed out enough cum to paint your face with his thick semen. You loved all of it.

When he was done, you licked around your mouth to try and taste some of his liquid. His flavor wasn't as musky as Jaehyun but he tasted just as salty. Delicious.

"Oof," Johnny let out, breathless. "That was...good." He said while buttoning up his pants.

"We should that more often," Jaehyun suggested.

You watched as the other boys nodded.

You smirked, loving that idea.

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