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“oh yeah? spread your legs for me, baby.”

satoru reaches for your pussy underneath the table, finding you soaked and bare, exactly like you’d told him. of course he doesn’t care that you’re seated with 2 of his friends. you try your hardest not to squirm in your seat, biting onto your fingers balled in a fist with your eyes closed, corners of your lip upturned, releasing hot and heavy exhales due to the crazy heat budding in your core from how good he plays with your wet, throbbing clit.

“what can I get you— a-are you alright?” the waiter turns to you when you suddenly grip onto the white table cloth.

“she’s fine. just give us 5 more minutes,” satoru responds with the widest shit eating grin as he begins to pump two digits into your cunt, palm stroking your clit.

“mmff,” you purr, hunching and leaning onto satoru’s shoulder causing the waiter to cock a brow.

“stomachache.” satoru smiles at the waiter, still relentlessly fucking your hole now with a third digit.

“hmmmfuuuuck,” you drag out as you hit your climax, and at this point, both of his friends are staring at you intently.

“some stomachache. you should get that checked,” suguru says, clearly finding the whole scene very amusing.

“yeah, at home or in a bathroom at the very least? and please, never call us again for dinner. ever,” Shoko barks.

“fuck, now you’ve done it.”

megumi’s dick presses hard against your ass. it’s a good thing the train is crowded and everyone is busy waiting for their stop. he’s not really keen on having his fully hard, throbbing cock out on full display for the other passengers to see. but you could’ve at least picked a better time to let him know you had gone commando.

a cold breeze brushes past your bare ass as he reaches for your wet pussy underneath your skirt. he pinches your clit making you stifle a moan with one hand, the other holding onto the cold steel bar inside the train for dear life.

he reaches for your hand, guiding it to cup his aching bulge. you take his zipper from behind you, pulling it down slowly so it doesn’t make a sound. you reach for his cock, whipping it out through his fly. megumi groans when his foreskin gets a little snagged by his zipper but he doesn’t budge — not when he’s aching to get inside your free access hole.

“‘s tight, fuck.” he slides his cock into your warm, slippery pussy. he’s grateful for the influx of new passengers coming in, allowing him to move and fuck you freely. to others, he only seems like he’s trying to get a good squeeze within the tight space, but to you, his cock hits deeper and deeper the more he tries to ‘struggle’.

“hmmmffff,” you mewl when denim slaps against your ass, roll of his hips forcing you to jolt in shock.

“be quiet, okay?” he whispers in your ear, leaving a hot and sloppy trail of kisses down your neck, hips ramming onto your ass last time before he fills you with his hot cum.

you’ve lost track of time, and with it your stop, and you’re suddenly hit with the realization that you have to get off at this exact moment, not even worrying about the mess beginning to drip down your inner thighs.

“bathroom?” legs crossed, you ask.

“duh. need to make you cum, then let’s get you cleaned up.”

“I knew that was for me, doll.”

a voice growls from your cheek. he licks his lips, and your cheek by extension, at the sight of you trying on clothes that are a tad too tight and too short for a leisurely walk. you perk your ass up, watching the reflection of your exposed wet and puffy lips through the dressing room mirror.

“bend over a little bit more for me.” you do as you’re told, pussy creaming every single time he speaks. every syllable feels like a love bite, as if his razor sharp teeth gnaws underneath your skin. and any time a 2nd pool of heat grows in your stomach, one that is different from your own, you know for a fact that sukuna is excited.

“you know what to do.” sukuna’s mouth suddenly appears on your hand. like a ritual, all he needs to do is say the words, and you are more than ready to say grace. much like a sex toy, you bring your hand — his mouth — to your cunt, his hot saliva, your makeshift lubricant.

“ohhhh fuck. fuuuuuck!” you whine, pitch of your voice increasing the longer you drag out your moans.

sukuna’s mouth ravishes your cunt, alternating between his tongue flicking and his teeth nipping at your sensitive clit, the added bonus of your soiled expression through the mirror pushing you over the edge.

sukuna begins to suck your clit and your cries have all but filled the dressing room.

“are you okay in there?” the shop assistant asks you from the other side of the door.

“mmhmm, yeah ‘m fffine,” you answer back, weakly.

“you sure?”

“yyyeahh,” you breathe out. “just… ti-haaaa-ight, that’s all.”

sukuna’s tongue explores your velvet walls mid-conversation, preventing you from answering any further.

“keeping you here until you’ve collapsed, doll,” sukuna barks.

“is someone there with you?” the shop assistant asks, voice thick with concern.

“fuck,” you curse, knowing just how much sukuna is going to enjoy this.

“you little fucking slut.”

he takes the champagne from your hand, giving it to the waiter. he drags you all the way to the bathroom, past the hotel staff, past his family, flaring at how you’ve chosen to make him horny during his much awaited family reunion. he was going to show off his accomplishments, he was going to show of you, his new pretty little wife, and parade you in front of all his brothers whose wives can barely hold a candle to you.

he shoves you up against the cold tiles of the bathroom wall, hand reaching for your unclothed cunt from underneath your dress.

“fuck, you’re wet.” he coats his two digits slick with your juices before waving them to your face. “see this? my horny little wife, so eager, so wet for me.”

he sucks on his fingers, tasting your wetness before sliding them back into your hole. “fuck, you taste so good. do you want me to make you feel good? say it. say you want your husband to make you feel good.”

“I-I want my husband to m-make me feel good—fuck!” naoya ruthlessly pumps your pussy with his thick fingers, coiling inside your walls, nails scratching your insides making you scream in pleasure.

naoya swells with pride knowing zen’in ears are pressed up on the other side of the door, not that they couldn’t already hear you with how loud you’re screaming from just his fingers. he wants his brothers to hear you. wants them to get hard from the lovely tunes you hum in pleasure and remind them none of them can have you.

“naoya, please—mmm—need your cock now!” you whimper loudly in full support of all your husband’s endeavors.

“my lovely doting wife, so fucking needy!” he says as he lets his pants drop down to his feet.

he hooks your leg around his arm, granting him deeper access to your insides, balls wet from slapping your cunt.

“fuckfuckfuck!” his cock hits you so deep, you’re forced to prop yourself better against the wall while he fucks your high — one hand raised up, palm flat against the cold tiles, the other digging nails into his shoulder, into the hard material of his tuxedo.

he bucks his hips one last time in his climax, stuffing you full of his white seed.

you take a couple of minutes to fix your hair, your clothes, and even clean up the mess dripping down your thighs.

“shall we?” your husband offers you his arm, excited to see the look on his brother’s faces.

A wave of confusion hits you when you’re awoken by the sound of something that dropped in a pan, aroma of something frying filling the room. Your eyes dart to the door slightly left open and you’re suddenly aware of the empty space beside you.

You try to look for the clothes you discarded last night but they’re nowhere to be found. So of course, you go for the next best thing.

Coming into the kitchen, you’re met with your partner’s broad and bare back, and your eyes immediately dart to the white lace-trimmed ribbon tied around his waist.

Clad only in pajama pants and that frilly little apron you gifted him as a joke, one that has a pretty pink ‘kiss the chef’ embroidered text at the front, Nanami is way too preoccupied with preparing breakfast for two.

You whistle in a way that’s too flirty for his comfort. Nanami looks over his shoulder, eyes trailing your form up and down, staring way too long at where his signature blue button-down ends just slightly above your upper thighs.

“Careful, your hashes are about to burn.”

“Did you sleep well?” he asks, completely turning off the heat as he makes his way towards you.

“You’re not gonna finish that? Aren’t you going to—” he doesn’t let you finish when he captures your mouth, pulling you into a deep kiss. His hands reach underneath the hems of your (his) shirt, finding your slick folds before pumping you silly with two of his fingers.

“Nope, I’m suddenly craving something else. Sit on the counter, now.”

You’re woken up by the sound of an alarm. Looking at the clock, it reads ‘7:00 am’ and you’re surprised to find a heavy arm around your waist and something hard pressed up against your ass.

You shift to turn off his alarm, to which Geto’s eyebrows furrow, protesting over your sudden escape from his hold. “Come back here,” he groans, voice a tad deeper than his usual key, swiftly pulling you close to his bare chest.

“You sound so sexy,” you whisper, planting lazy kisses on his nose and on his lips, his erection leaking something warm on your stomach.

“Really? You sounded sexier last night. Need to hear you screaming my name again, angel.” He reaches down, knuckles sliding across your slit as you feel his fist pumping his cock at the same time. For the first time, you’re oriented with what mornings with Geto are like.

The head of his cock runs through your slick folds before finding your hole. You purr at the friction as he enters you, giving a whole new meaning to ‘early morning stretches.’

“Ohh, ohh~” you hum. Your core grows heavy with need, forcing you to try to bounce on his cock, clit grinding against his abdomen as you hold onto his bicep.

“So impatient.” Geto chuckles at your eagerness. “Want daddy to pay attention to your clit?”

“Daddy, daddy, n-need you to move pleasepleaseplease,” you whine. He hooks your leg around his waist, fingers digging into the fat of your ass as he bottoms out.

“Good morning to you too.”

You think maybe you’re having one of those dreams. The best kind- one where a warm, wet muscle runs across your puffy slit before sliding in and out of your hole. It feels so hot, so good. Too hot, too good, you feel an orgasm coming-

“Fuuuck,” you cuss breathily, whines choking back a wake up yawn, and your body arches to the sensation in your pussy in place of an early morning stretch. Your eyes blink away the sleep in your eyes. Looking down, you find that black and white head of hair you love so much in between your thighs. And he doesn’t stop devouring your pretty cunt even as you mewl through your high. “Fuck, baby, fuck me!”

It’s real and it’s definitely his tongue sucking on your throbbing clit, definitely his thick fingers relentlessly fucking your wet velvet walls, definitely your pussy squelching from how good his tongue and fingers play with you at this ungodly hour.

“Grrood, mm-you’re-mm-awake,” he talks as if he’s speaking to your pussy, unwilling to part from your sweet little cunt even for a second. He was also like this last night. He told you the taste of your pussy is so damn fucking intoxicating, he could eat you up like a three-course-meal.

“Don’tstopdon’tstopdon’tstop!” Your fingers rake through his locks, making him use his teeth on your pussy just because he knows how much you like it when he gets rough. He feels so good going down on you like this, you just can’t help but squeeze his head between your thighs.

“Babybabybaby, fuuuuck- shit!” You feel your pussy twitch two or three times before he gulps, and with his lips still glued to your pussy, you could feel him release a deep chuckle at how much you came undone. Worry washes all over you, heat rising to your face when you realize what you’d done.

“I’m sorry I’m sorry, I didn’t-”

“You taste heavenly kitten, do it again.”

Toji wakes up to an all-familiar feeling around his cock, something that wasn’t uncommon before he had you but now that it is you and your pretty mouth wrapped around his cock, one arm propped on his thigh for dear life-

“God, I fucking love you.”

He absolutely adores the sight of your head in the morning bobbing up and down his hard length, ass perked, other hand struggling to play with your cunt.

“C’mere and turn around sweetheart. Show me that pretty pussy of yours.”

Ass still perked, only now it’s dangerously close to his face. He spreads your folds with his thumbs, stretching your juicy, clenching entrance and huffing out hot air before he drags out his tongue to lick stripes on your cunt.

“Rrmfh~” Your mewls are muffled as you’re gagged with the head of his cock. The feeling of his tongue on your pussy tickles something in you that makes you suck on his cock, releasing a pop when your mouth leaves his length.

“Ohh~ T-toji baby-fuck-let’s cum together.”

“So fucking needy.” Toji kisses your clit a couple times before making out with your lips. He alternates between nipping the sensitive bud with his teeth and flicking it with his tongue, driving you insane while your own mouth is stuffed full of his cock.

“I rarely have breakfast, but this is a nice little treat.”

The minute Satoru feels himself nearing his climax, he pulls his cock out of your mouth before bucking his hips into his fist, heavy cock in hand spilling out so much cum with every pump he’s almost milking himself dry.

"God, you're so pretty." He bites onto his lower lip, shit eating grin revealing his pearly whites as he watches his cum explode on your face and open mouth, all while Toji pounds into your pussy from the back.

Toji wraps a loose hand around your neck, soothing your throat, urging you to swallow Satoru's load. You flash Satoru a sweet smile, singing a little hum to your boys after you gulp, giggling at the taste of the lewd substance that went down your throat.

Satoru swears his heart melts at the sight of you looking so pliant, so obedient he just can't help but give you a little kiss, tasting remnants of his own seed in your mouth.

"My turn." Toji strokes your back and you take that as your cue to make the switch, your boys taking turns on your two holes- Toji now with your mouth and Satoru with your pussy.

Cock still hard, Satoru kneels behind you as he slides into your pussy, warmed and stretched out by Toji's cock. "Mmff," you purr, gripping onto the sheets after being stuffed full by two cocks in a row. Your face almost plants to the bed when Satoru begins to move, head of his cock hitting you deep, but Toji tilts your chin up with his finger before tracing your cheeks with his own cock, leaking tip leaving a shiny film where it trails.

"Open wide."

With your tongue out, you fully expect him to shove your mouth with his cock only for him to lean in closer, spitting in your mouth just before two fingers push your tongue back in. And you suck on them, lips popping sloppy sounds when his fingers exit and reenter your mouth, your puppy dog eyes looking up at Toji hissing through his teeth with a carnal grin on his face. He cups your jaw with his free hand, thumb wiping off the drool dripping to the side of your face.

Your pussy clenches around Satoru's cock in sync with you sucking on Toji's fingers. "Fuck!" Satoru growls, fingers digging into the fat of your ass.

"Fucking love that look on you," Toji hisses, fingers coated with your own saliva smearing slick across your cheek before landing a light blow, impact spreading your saliva all over your face. "Oh!" you cry out at the most welcome surprise, making Satoru groan and chuckle at the tight coil of your insides. "Easy there."

Your mouth instinctively opens and Toji's fingers are back to pumping your mouth, curling and pressing against your tongue, free fist stroking his hard and throbbing cock as he slides his digits in and out of your mouth.

one of satoru’s favorite places to eat you out is in the backseat of his car.

you’d think he puts so much trust into his tinted windows, but really he just doesn’t care. any minute, any rando can peer into his windows and inevitably see the look of absolute horror in your face but despite that, you’re too weak in the knees to even ask satoru to stop, not that he can, either.

“you— mm— look so pretty, baby,” he teases between licks. if he didn’t know any better, he’d say you’re his nasty, nasty angel who gets wet to the thought of getting caught.

his tongue feels so hot across your slimy folds. he’s got your skirt lifted up to your stomach, panties tossed somewhere on the floor, cold leather against your skin starting to warm up from the friction.

he tries his best to keep his eyes glued to your face as he tastes you. the look on your face always drives him to the brink of insanity — how you’re so afraid of getting caught but you so desperately want to finish.

you want to cum on his tongue, cum from his lips sucking and nibbling on your clit. you’re so close, so close when he starts to curl his fingers as he fucks your drenched hole. you’re so close, all you could hear is the squelch of your pussy and the sound of leather crumpling against your skin.

he knows you’re near when you start to hum those pretty tunes, whispering your whimpers, hole clenching like crazy while you dial down your cries of how you’re almost there.

“don’t stop~ ffuuuck!”

another one of his favorites, off the balcony of a high rise apartment. which happens to be your next stop.

from the moment you stepped foot in his glass office, there was just something about you.

he asked you to switch your desk with whoever’s was closest to his office so he had you in his periphery at all times. phone calls, meetings, doing plain paperwork - he’s not shy about the looks he constantly sent you. not to mention that little smirk he pulls that creeps in as soon as you looked back.

slowly but surely, when the overtimes came one after the other - neither one of you were complaining. dare he say, he preferred it. your colleagues start to leave the floor, very nearly leaving you all to himself but never quite fully.

until one day you decided to stay just a tad later with what you thought was a sly excuse of having so much to get done - when he knows exactly every little thing you’ve got your nose buried in at work - which to be frank, was not a lot.

he almost came in his pants when you boldly sat on his desk, briefs warm with his tip leaking pre-cum. lips crashed, clothes only partly discarded, and all of a sudden his office felt so hot. he needed to get in you so bad, next thing you know, you’re bent over his desk, breasts marking the glass with your own sweat - his cock so deep in you, his balls hit the back of your legs with every thrust.

up until this point it was always mr. gojo, but he learned just how fast you switched over to first name basis with how fast he’s able to make you cum.

“d-don’t stop, satoru, I beg you!”

he learned just how loud that pretty voice of yours could get too. and apparently, so loud that you wouldn’t have noticed the person secretly taking photos behind you… if it weren’t for the sudden flash.

oops.

a virgin and a very touch-starved gojo satoru nearly forgets all the composure and restraint he’s mustered over the years the moment you sink into his cock.

fingernails dig into the fat of your thighs. "shit," satoru hisses when your insides clench, teeth grinding in place of his usual cocky grin, and you haven't even started moving yet.

he wants to bend you. he wants friction around his cock. still, he’s so careful with you. careful not to break you when you’re so soft and yet so tight around his cock. but he just couldn’t keep himself from touching you where he knows you’ll bruise after.

you chuckle at his expense, feeling his thuds of a heartbeat beneath your palm as you run your hands across his chest. this is the gojo satoru finding out just how good pussy feels around his cock, a single twitch has him cussing under his breath.

“f-fuck- hey, quit messin’ around!”

“I’m sorry,” your bottom starts to sway making satoru’s breath hitch, damp silver bangs sticking to his forehead, fingernails digging deeper into your thighs. “you look… cute ‘s all.”

“shut up.”

along with your slow rhythm, his hands start to caress your sides. his eyes scan your swaying hips, mouth opening agape as you pick up your pace practically dancing on his cock.

“tell me…” he clears his throat. “tell me how it feels.”

“mmf,” you hum. “your cock feels so good, satoru.”

you’re fragile - he has to keep reminding himself. but that doesn’t stop his big hands from cupping your ass, guiding you as you bounce on his cock.

and when he finds himself still hard as a rock, and you still ready for more, after filling your insides white, he realizes just how much constraint he’s gonna need to last all night with you.

When satoru is on a rut, his knots can take from anywhere between 30 minutes to an hour, sometimes even longer.

It's a great thing he's an expert conversationalist, always able to fill the gaps with sweet nothings, his musings about your future, how good you were able to take his cock — basically whatever comes to mind.

That's why when you know for sure he's about to knot, you make sure to straddle him and face him.

"How many times today? 8?" Lying on his back, white hair slightly tousled by the pillow on his head, you feel the grumble of Satoru's stomach in your abdomen as he popped the question, all while his cock swells within your walls.

"9. I came 9 times."

"Not bad." The corners of satoru's mouth perk up, singing praises of his work, of course. "But if we had done this on the balcony, like I'd hoped, I'd have broken our record."

"If we had done this in the balcony, we wouldn't have gotten past 1, and your knot would've been almost over by now." You playfully smack his stomach with the back of your hand.

Satoru perks up, pulling you close to his chest as he snakes both arms around your waist. "Is that a challenge?"

Your lips purse in amusement. "Big talk for someone who nearly nuts after a single lick in his ear."

"Huh? When have I—" Satoru's bulge twitches inside you, sentence cut off with a single swipe of your tongue on his ear, prickling the tiny hairs on his nape. "Fuck."

"That's what I thought."

"Well if you're not gonna play fair." With a pop, Satoru coats his thumb with his saliva.

"What? Satoru, at this poin— fu— sshit!" you shiver through your cusses, ass perking upon the sudden brush of his thumb on your asshole.

"Can't hear you. All I hear is big talk from someone who's so sensitive right... here—"

"Sa— hhaa— toru!" Satoru inserts just the tip of his thumb into your hole, he's groaning himself as your core tightens up around his already swollen cock.

He leaves a soft kiss at the edge of your gaping mouth. "At this rate, we'll beat our record in no time."

You knew there’d be looks. You warned him not everyone will approve. You expected the wincing and recoils from people who spot you next to your boyfriend who looks well in his 40s. It’s a public park on a weekend with all sorts of conservative crowds.

On the outside, people see a well-dressed man in a suit paired with a timepiece hinting at subtle luxury. He’s got creases in his eyes, smile lines decorating his chiseled jaws, silver straying in his blonde stubble. As opposed to you, someone so young and plump and fresh — their words, not yours — with clothes and a scent too expensive, they can only assume you have no means to afford yourself.

None of those things surprised you. They don’t know how much time and effort it took for both of you make this work.

What did surprise you was the subtle tell of triumph in Nanami’s actions — head high, tight grip around your waist, sparing kisses to your temple, cheek, and neck, the more people stop and stare.

You try to collect yourself, resting by your forearms on top of the railings by the pond. And what finally caught you off guard was the bulge pressing and growing behind you when Nanami hugged you from behind.

“Honey, are you—”

“Very much so,” Nanami whispers from behind, hard cock subtly grinding against your ass as he trails kisses between your neck and jaw.

"Kento~ people are staring," you whine, but it's not the looks that are making you feel conscious. It's the fact that you're so horny, and frankly pooling in your panties, for your boyfriend when you're so out in the open.

"Let them. I'd be a fool if I didn't show them how much I love my girlfriend."

Toji doesn't always let you in on what he does for work, but you have your guesses. Plus, you're not stupid. Big, strong, scary man who gets paid an absurd amount of figures on a per-job basis? Not to mention seeing him scheming with some shady man in a suit on a few occasions.

I'm doing this for us is always what he tells you, plus you know exactly when he does a job well done and it's basically whenever Toji doesn't hesitate to shower you with gifts. So, you never bothered to ask. Not even when his suited associate decides to pay him a visit.

"Never would've guessed you liked 'em young." The man in a suit lights up a cigarette.

"Hey, hey, Shiu. She's old enough." Toji sits on the couch and pulls you closer to him like you weigh. He snakes an arm around your waist, you rubbing soothing strokes all over his belly, and you don't miss the way Shiu's eyes follow where Toji's hand goes. Toji squeezes your thigh, muscle memory on his part, but a fresh new sight for Shiu whose chest inflates as he takes a deep inhale of his cigarette.

They talk shop but in riddles, probably because you're around. But Toji doesn't want to exclude you for some reason. And maybe it has something to do with the way Shiu tries so hard to keep his eyes away from you but they keep coming back like he's worried he'll miss something if he takes his gaze from you longer than 5 seconds.

And when Toji's hand trails lower, fingers playing with the hems of your skirt, Shiu uncomfortably shifts in his seat, scratching his throat as he loses his train of thought. "W-where was I—"

"You wanted to lock in the deal," you speak up for the first time since Shiu arrived, to which Toji whispers under his breath, "good girl."

"If she wants, I'll let you borrow her. Do we have ourselves a deal?"

You shoot the sweetest smile at Shiu, knowing just the part Toji wants you to play in his little game of negotiations, which finally gives Shiu the push to shake Toji's hand.

Gasps and eyeballs from every which way follow the scandalous pair entering the lingerie store. Had they known gray was your boyfriend’s natural hair color, they wouldn’t have described your pairing as the silver fox with the sugar baby.

In the store, they’ve coded him as the golfer in mid-life crisis and you the cart girl he bagged for himself. Only because he sports an expensive polo tucked in his pants and looks like he’s aged like fine wine, obviously keeps an active lifestyle with his lean build, and for sure has a very thick wallet. And you, because you look like you’re the right age to be scamming old rich men who have nothing better to do with their money than to spend it on good subscription-basis head.

Satoru isn’t oblivious to these people’s whispers, and he knows exactly how it looks, not like he gives a fuck.

He gives a fuck that people can see just how lovely his girlfriend looks on the slip he asked her to put on, telling the jealous shop assistants your exact measurements, ones he knows by heart at this point.

“Put this on," he tells you, excitement building up in the pit of his stomach.

At first, he waits for you to dress behind the curtains, telling you, and practically everyone within earshot, "God, you're so sexy."

But then comes Satoru's favorite part which is helping you out of those sexy clothes he buys for you. He doesn't care about the gasps from people who saw him enter the dressing room with you. He cares seeing just how ravenous you look from the mirror, and how lovely you sound when he slips a hand down your panties.

"Fuck—" You cover your mouth almost as fast as you moaned. "Satoru! People can hear us~" you caution him but you lean back into his torso, melting into his touch as he draws wet sloppy circles around your clit.

"Is it bad that I want them to? People are already talking about us, might as well give them a good show. Hm?"

"T-take out your cock, 'toru."