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swipe that nose like a credit card – Higuruma Hiromi
[softdom! reader x sub!Hiromi, 650+ words, smut/fluff, cunnilingus, mentions of bj, body insecurities, soothing said insecurities, please I love people with big noses]
You move your hips from his face to your new seat, his chest. Hiromi, lips suddenly detached from your clit, looks up, sweating, panting, blushing, and confused.
“Are you too tired, handsome?” What? Hiromi’s brows curl with dismay. Has he not been pleasing you well enough?
His words come between breathless heaves (he’s spent a decent amount of time buried under your cunt by now). “Am I doing something wrong, ma’am? Tell me.” His hands try to pull your plump ass onto his wet chin again. But from the look on your face he quits immediately. “Please?”
“Have you forgotten?” Leaning down to him, you let him bury his face into your boobs, squeezing and sucking, how lucky he is. You can barely hear his muffled voice: “Please tell me, ma’am, I’ll please you as you wish.”
He needs punishing. His paradise of boobs cruelly leaves him as you lean back again, even though his hands remain cupping your tits. To be fair, it’s not as if anything more than cloudy lust fills his head right now, you can’t really blame him for not remembering. Your hands tighten in his hair till he’s moaning from the pain and humping up into the air.
You run your wet tongue up the bridge of his strong nose. “Shouldn’t this be fucking into my pussy? How could you make such a mistake, pretty face?”
He gulps and nods. “I’m sorry, ma’am. I’ll do better this time.”
“My sweet love,” you praise him as he softly nips the insides of your thighs, sinking two fingers into your cunt, the stretch slow and delicious. He pulls your hips to hover just above his trembling tongue, awaiting further kind words before he pushes heaven up into you. “Love you, Hiromi. You’re perfect, aren’t you, baby boy?”
His fingers part inside your hole, leaving a space for his tongue to lick inside for a moment, collecting your nectar-slick, before drawing them to massage your clit with. You jolt at the sweet sting, his broad hands keeping you locked onto his face, the light stubble of his jaw grazing your delicate skin. Hiromi works up wave upon wave of sharp pleasure till you break. Till you fully take control. Till you grab him down by the hair and are riding your orgasm out on his nose.
“Use me, ma’am.” He groans out, barely an inch from cumming himself watching your boobs bounce, your face twisted, lost in the way his broad nose grinds against your swollen clit again and again and again.
You cry out when you reach your high, your cum dripping over his nose, lips and cheeks. If he tries to sneak a taste with his tongue, you don’t notice. You gently climb down from his face when you’re fully done.
“You know, babe, I was so insecure about my nose back in school.” Hiromi laughs tiredly. A warm towel in your hand, you clean him up, lots of kisses and praise peppered in between. His cock will be sucked off in a bit, if he so wishes, and his arms will be cuddling you to a deep sleep soon. “My friends made fun of me, say it’s too big, you know? That was just how it was like back then. To think you love it so much now…”
You trace the bridge of his carved aquiline nose. Some idiots made fun of this? “I’ll beat your friends up, okay? They don’t know shit about anything. It is big, I don’t know anything about ‘too big’. And thank God that it’s big, because it fits your face perfectly–”
“– and your pussy too.”
“I’m trying to be sweet, Hiromi. Your nose is great because it’s your nose. Nothing more or less than that. Everything on your face, regardless of what other idiots think, is beautiful because it’s you. Does that make sense?”
“Yeah,” he laughs again as you playfully bite his ear. “You love my nose, got it.”
masterlist
a/n: i was lazing in bed not wanting to get up and then i thought 'i can write higuruma getting bossed around' and i immediately got up.
I lowk feel like it would be Higuruma🤷
the colorblind one 😈
You cannot escape me @unidentifiablesubject 😈
the other one
Husband Higuruma
A/N: Kinda fantasising about this fine ass man so naturally I gotta write about him 🤭 Enjoy! <33
Oh the way this man adoresss you. His saving grace from the continuous painful cycle of surviving a capitalist economy.
Spoils you to no end. Of course you live in a massive comfortable house where all your makeup, hair, nails and every other luxuries is cared for. And being the humble man he is, he’ll simply shrug his shoulders and kiss you when you thank him for all the gifts.
I know everyone sees him as a easy going man but I can totally see him being a mean flirt.
“I’m so tired” he’ll say, “me too!” You reply as you straddle him, “Aw is procrastinating hard baby?” he replies as he wraps an arm around your waist, you tut in annoyance and try to move his hand away but his hand doesn’t budge, “shut up Hiro!”, “make me” he’ll quickly retorts with a chuckle when you hit his chest in retaliation.
But don’t get me wrong, he’s still a massive simp for you. This man does not play when it comes to you, he is at your every beck and call. “Hiro can you give me a back massage?” “Yes ma’am”
The second the lawyer walks through the door, his tired eyes scan the area for his pretty princess. A small smile graces his face as he watches you skip towards him in your skimpy pyjama romper.
“Come here beautiful” he says as he stretches out his arms.
He doesn’t like undressing himself it’s so much more fun when you help him. It starts with you on your tip toes loosening his tie as he kisses your neck as a thank you, which soon turns into something more as you reach for his blazer, then his shirt, then his trousers.
“Where’s your hands going angel?” He’ll ask amusedly without taking his eyes off your figure. And he knows it’s over for him when you stare up at him with big hopeful eyes as you pretend innocence “hm? Just helping you undress handsome” you lie, and he chuckles knowing he’ll give in to your trap willingly.
“Careful sweetheart, don’t start something you can’t finish” he warns but when you giggle in response and decide to hook a finger into his boxers, he’s done with self control.
And that’s how you find yourself getting railed in the bathtub. Water splashes out of the tub with every thrust from the much larger man pounding into you, his fat throbbing cock deep inside you. You whine “o-oh Hiro~” and attempt to grasp his broad shoulder for stability goes in vain, because this man is a beast when he is pussy hungry, “so fucking good” he praises in your ear, nudging your cheek with his Roman nose when you blush. The sloppy squelches from your pussy had hiromi’s eyes rolling back before both of you cum, hot ropes of his thick cum eventually leaks out of you. But that’s okay, because he’s going to make you lick it up in a sec.
So yeah.. quite an experience dating hiromi huh? ;)
Firm believer that Higuruma is a switch… bby, you know that man can top and you KNOW that man can bottom.
FUCKKKKK, fine ass man..
Sometimes he just wants you to take care of him:(
And then other times he wants to take care of you.
He’s never ever mean though:( no matter how desperate you get for your husband to be mean he just doesnt.
Kinktober day 3- Higuruma!
Cw- Face sitting, mild overstim mention, cum swallowing
Here you were, after a little less of half an hour of trying to convince you to sit on his face you were finally there. Your initial worry of hurting him had gone down the drain by now, he was so reassuring in everything he done with you.
Especially this.
Your husbands nose was more than perfect, it was the perfect stimulation known to mankind. You loved the feeling of your cunt grinding along his hooked nose. It felt too fucking good.
the soft yet noticeable breaths clouding its way on your cunt were so addictive, almost enough to make you twitch right then and there.
His hands gripped your thighs a silent beg for you to stay on, not at all ready for the sweet essence of your cunt to leave his face yet. He would have spoke by now had his tongue not been stuffed in your deliciously slick hole, this was a silent show of his love for you.
The whines escaping his mouth were utterly perfect, they almost made you come right on the spot, yet you held back. Desperately biting your lip as you listen to him get louder. His mouth eagerly sucking and slurping your clit, groaning softly as he shook his head side to side. His actions were eliciting loud moans and whines that only he could hear, the sound of your pleasure mimicking the one of the man below you, the man you've loved ever since you met him.
Sure you had felt his tongue before, the night of your wedding was spent with his head between your thighs yet you never sat on his face up until now.
The sensations of his mouth sloppily kissing your clit was beginning to fuck with your senses, making them alongside your thighs all fuzzy.
It didn't take long at all until you were cumming all over his mouth, coating him in the evidence of your arousal, the release leaking down his cheeks. Somehow he didn't seem done.
His hands were gripping your thighs, firmly keeping you planted on his face, ignoring the protests you gave about him needing air.
He didn't care for that, not when your warm pussy was enveloping his tongue.
And you knew he'd go again, over and over until he was satisfied with his work. If it was one thing your husband done, it was getting things done to his satisfaction.
I want him.
I wanted it out now and I couldn't be bothered reading it, I'll re-read it to see if there's anything that doesn't make sense!
DREAMHOUSE ┊ ꒰jjk men x female reader ꒱ synopsis ༄ a bored little rich girl home from university for the summer, parents who are away on a lavish vacation in the dives, and seven ways to disappoint them while they're gone: aka, rich girl!reader fucks the hot men in charge of the upkeep of the estate while her parents are away. content ༄ minors do not interact, smut + dark content ahead, aged up characters, age gaps, there will be individual warnings on each piece! rich girl!reader, college au, dad's best friend!꒰ ryoumen sukuna꒱ landscaper!꒰ fushiguro toji ꒱ family attorney!꒰higuruma hiromi ꒱ butler!꒰ gojo satoru ꒱ massage therapist!꒰getou suguru ꒱ personal chef!꒰ nanami kento ꒱ pool boy!꒰ itadori yuuji ꒱
notes ༄ i’m so sooo excited about this !! i’ve been sitting on this juicy idea for a lil while and now that summer is coming, i want to commit to writing it. i can’t wait for you all to read this!
࣪. ˖ ࣪⭑ MASTERLIST (BELOW) ˚˖ PLAYLIST ˚˖
࣪. ˖ ࣪⭑ rêve ﹕ཿ one fushiguro toji.
do not hire that hot lanscaper, he'll plow your wives and your daughters!
࣪. ˖ ࣪⭑ rêve ﹕ཿ two higuruma hiromi.
no, fucking the family attorney will not convince him to write your older brother out of the inheritance. or will it?
࣪. ˖ ࣪⭑ rêve ﹕ཿ three ryoumen sukuna.
what is this, redtube? don't drop your panties for your dad's best friend, stupid!
࣪. ˖ ࣪⭑ rêve ﹕ཿ four gojo satoru.
the help is supposed to draw you a bubble bath, not join you in it.
࣪. ˖ ࣪⭑ rêve ﹕ཿ five nanami kento.
at this estate, the personal chef is the one who eats midnight snacks.
࣪. ˖ ࣪⭑ rêve ﹕ཿ six getou suguru.
it's your mother's fault for hiring a massage therapist with bedroom eyes. what did she expect?
࣪. ˖ ࣪⭑ rêve ﹕ཿ seven itadori yuuji.
the blushy pool boy isn't scared of losing his job, but he is scared of losing you. blech.
࣪. ˖ ࣪⭑ rêve ﹕ཿ eight secret character.
at the end of the day, you should know who you belong to.
MY HUSBAND
౨ৎ incl. husband! higuruma + lots of fluff!!
he thinks for a second that he may be dreaming.
it’s possible. he could still be at work, hunched over asleep at his desk, the ache in his back and his neck keeping him on the border betweeen actual rest and a quick but uncomfortable nap. but he pinches himself and warrants a faint sting, so he’s definitely awake.
now confirmed that this is real, nerves set in quick, spreading like wildfire throughout his body and rendering him near-immobile and — for the first time since he can remember — scared. he's genuinely scared. hiromi approaches his wife’s hospital bed like he's a bull and you’re made of porcelain, completely disregarding his mussed tie and the gentle beading of sweat on his forehead.
he looks down at you with the most loving eyes, stubborn traces of fear and uncertainty lingering in them, swirled into his dark pupils like creamer in black coffee. he’s so in love, but so afraid.
against his wife’s chest is their crying daughter. his baby girl.
“look who it is!” you mutter happily, tired lines seeping into the smile hiromi so adores as you swirl the small tufts of hair on top of your baby’s head between gentle fingers. “look, d/n, it’s daddy.” you gesture him closer to the bed, a faint giggle on your lips. “she’s not gonna bite you.”
“are you sure i can hold her?” he doesn't know what to do with something so tiny. something so loud. he rushed here with the sole intention of seeing his wife. he watched you give birth, and he told himself he was ready, but now that it’s happened, he’s terrified. when you nod with that familiar warmth in your face, he leans down to kiss your forehead, then your cheek. then he worries, “what if i drop her on accident?”
you smile at his unease, trying to hand him the baby. “just make sure her head is supported; you won’t drop her.”
after a second, he reaches his arms out for the newborn, and the minute they make contact, he swears all the stress leaves his body. he feels connected to her forever from this point on, an invisible tether rooted deep in their hearts and wrapping around one another. he holds the tiny head of his daughter in his palm — “she’s so small,” you hear him mumble and watch his eyebrows elevate when he discovers that her entire head fits in his hand — and cradles the rest of her in the crook of his elbow, tucking his other arm under her for good measure. you smile despite the fatigue, your heart melting into goo at the sight of your little family, complete. there’s a sticky sweetness about it, a content air to watching them: like nurturing a flower garden and watching it bloom.
“heyyy… hey, d/n,” he mumbles, trying to rock the fussing baby in his arms, the sound of her crying and the sight of her scrunched-up face already breaking his heart. “it’s daddy.” god, did that taste so sweet on his tongue. “daddy’s here… shh. don’t cry, princess, ‘m here.”
higuruma’s pulse thrums in his ears, watching the baby’s gum-mouthed cries turn to whimpers, then soft little coos as big black eyes meet the matching set of his own, and immediately he makes it his duty to thumb her tears away.
he loves her.
“hi, my baby,” your husband whispers, nuzzling into her soft, supple cheeks with his large nose to kiss her, his heart swelling so big he was afraid it would pop out of him when her hands patted at his face, exploring the soft skin of his jaw and the apples of his own cheeks while her legs kicked (giving him a slight heart attack, thinking she’d wriggle out of his arms and onto the floor somehow) curiously. you notice (and smile) when his eyes so obviously gloss over with tears at the surrealism of the moment — that this was his daughter. this was the living, breathing, essence of him and his wife’s love.
the spring in which he’d married you was the same spring that he began to see the little things for what they were. higuruma had always had a sort of fast pace about him.
but now he hopes time will slow down, stretch like the thick pour of molasses. he wants to milk this life for all it's worth.
new higuruma figure →
(in the jar it goes)
overworked men ♪
ac: Urielbeaupre15 on twt
SMAU- I'M SLEEPING ON THE COUCH (PRANK)
(Gojo, Geto, Toji, Nanami, Choso, Sukuna, Higuruma, Ino)
jjk men + your thighs
Satoru Gojo wants you to suffocate him with your thighs. He loves nothing more than to be buried in your cunt, eating you out like his life depends on it, while your thighs clench around his head. With his hearing muffled, he can just make out your breathy whimpers and moans as his tongue finds your sweet spot. Genuinely wants you to crush his head like a watermelon.
Suguru Geto leaves hickeys all over your thighs. He says he can’t help himself, he just needs to sink his teeth into them when you’re splayed out underneath him on his bed. He kisses your thighs lovingly while your legs are thrown over his shoulders, the tenderness clashing with the way he pounds you into the mattress.
Kento Nanami's hands are always on your thighs. Gripping them while driving in the car, discreetly tracing shapes on them under the table at a fancy restaurant, firmly holding them open while he devours you. His favorite thing, though, is when you're at home relaxing and lay your legs over his lap so he can massage them while you read or watch tv together.
Hiromi Higuruma can’t get enough of fucking your thighs. They’re just so tempting and accessible, especially when you visit him at work wearing the short little skirts that drive him crazy. He’ll pull you into his office and bend you over his desk, sliding his aching cock between your thighs with a muffled groan.
Choso Kamo loves to fall asleep with his head in your lap, using your thighs as a soft, warm pillow. Especially when you stroke his hair while he does it, especially if you’re wearing nothing but panties, or better yet nothing at all. He loves being close to you and feels safest with his arms around you and his face nestled in your thighs.
Toji Fushiguro doesn’t admit it, but he’s obsessed with the way you lock your thighs around him when he’s inside you, holding him in. It throws him off his rhythm but he makes a valiant effort to keep going, hips stuttering against yours as he rocks deeper into you, barely able to pull out for each stroke.
cockwarming Hiromi Higuruma at work
you’re kneeling under his desk, straining to hold his throbbing length in your mouth as he reads through case files
you’re long past caring about the drool that drips from your stretched lips to your aching knees, your mind overwhelmed with the salt-tang taste of his skin, the weight of one big hand absently stroking your hair
he’s humming softly to himself as he scrawls notes and plots his defense, lost in his own world while you breathe hard through your nose, fighting to stifle your gag reflex
he shifts ever so slightly, his chair nudging forward, pinning your head against the back of the wooden desk
the movement forces his thick cock an inch further down your throat and you choke, eyes rolling back to the sound of hiromi’s muffled groan
the feeling of your throat spasming around him rips the lawyer back to reality, and he rocks his sharp hips against you, before shoving his chair back and pulling out
he leans forward to peer down at you, his sharp nose crinkling as he smiles, somehow looking both smug and sheepish as his spit-soaked cock twitches against his abs
you glare up at him through watery eyes, one hand clutching your wrecked throat as you gasp and retch
“Sorry, my love. I was a bit lost in thought.”
you open your mouth to complain, or maybe to forgive him, but you don’t get the chance before he’s shoving himself back down your throat with mumbled apologies, thick fingers tangling in your hair to hold your lips against him
“Mmm that’s it, you feel so- hah s’good love, just a little longer, need your pretty mouth to keep my thoughts straight…need to figure out how to conclude this…”
his praises trail off as you hear his pen start scratching again, and you settle back on your knees, closing your eyes as you let yourself turn back into a cock warmer for him
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an: i’m working on a long-form office romance with Higuruma but have hit a wall, hope you enjoy the filthy result of my writer’s block
road tripping with the jjk men
Satoru Gojo is a passenger princess. His bag is full of snacks, with extras in the glove compartment just in case. He sings along with you to 2000s pop and falls asleep with his mouth open, snoring in a seat that’s pushed all the way back to make room for his long-ass legs.
Suguru Geto drives and asks you to put on the custom playlist he’s made for the trip. He sings along to every song, windows down, and needs you to lean over and tie up his hair when it gets messy from the wind. He claims he can drive for hours without getting tired, but gets the strongest energy drink he can find when you stop for gas.
Kento Nanami downloads a bunch of podcasts for the trip, but you both get bored after an hour and you queue up his emo kid playlist from 2008. You both sing at the top of your lungs, and he keeps one hand on your thigh for the rest of the drive, smiling at you as he squints over his green-tinted sunglasses.
Hiromi Higuruma is locked in. His GPS is set, gas tank is full, tires all topped off with air. You don’t have to think about anything except getting comfy in the passenger seat. Listens to audiobooks. When you get bored, you tease him with dirty talk until he’s flustered and threatening to pull over, but you know he loves it.
Choso Kamo convinces you to let him drive after the first few hours because he feels bad making you do it all. He wants to fight anyone who dares to honk at you. If it starts raining, he’s white-knuckling the steering wheel and going 20mph under the speed limit. Honestly you’re not even sure how he has a license…
Toji Fushiguro smokes out the window and asks for road head fifteen minutes into the trip. You roll your eyes and don’t oblige, but you do let him reach over and feel you up as he steers with one hand. He lets you pick the music but asks for gas money. Definitely speeds, but you feel very safe when he drives.
Bonus:
Yuji would love stopping at every weird roadside attraction. World’s biggest ball of yarn? He’s there taking selfies and buying you a souvenir.
Megumi seems like he’d drive, but he actually prefers when you take the wheel so he can hold your hand and DJ.
Hiromi Higuruma is lying on the couch, face half-buried in a pillow, suit rumpled and tie half-undone at his throat. His hair sticks up in odd places where he’s run his hands through it all day.
A finger of whisky sits abandoned in a glass on the coffee table, the few sips he’d managed to savor making a reappearance as spots of color on his high cheekbones.
“Too far away,” he mumbles.
“Hmm?”
“You’re too far away.” He flops one big hand off the couch in a half-assed “come here”. And you do, smiling to yourself as you squeeze in next to his sprawled body.
He immediately wraps his arms around you, the scent of tobacco and faint cologne shadowing his embrace. His hands splay over your back, pressing you closer.
“You’re so clingy when you’re sleepy, Hiromi,” you tease.
“Hmph no I’m not,” he yawns, entirely unconvincing. “And I’m not sleepy, either.”
“Right. Not at all,” You laugh as you snuggle into his warmth. “That’s not gonna hold up in court.”
Your terrible joke is rewarded with a low groan, and Hiromi buries his face in your neck. “That never gets old, huh?”
“Nope,” you grin.
His grumble is muffled, his stubble scratching against your skin. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”
“I know.” He presses a drowsy kiss to your jaw, his sharp nose nudging along your cheek. You wind your fingers in his hair, massaging his temples and smoothing out the ever-present furrows on his brow.
“Mmm that’ll really make me fall asleep, love,” he warns, his eyelids heavy as he blinks up at you.
“That’s okay. We’ve got nowhere to be and nothing to do.”
“Goddamn. That may be the sexiest thing you’ve ever said.” He squeezes your ass in one big palm and shifts so that you’re cradled in his arms.
He breathes in the comforting scent of your shampoo, and you feel his body relax beneath yours. The slow, steady beat of his heart lulls you until you’re both fast asleep.
Higuruma x Reader
cw: sub!Higuruma, dirty talk, established relationship, excerpt
You were being so mean. Poor Higuruma felt like he was being tortured. You sat across from him in the booth, bending low to make sure he could see down your low-cut top, before curling your tongue around your cocktail straw. You sucked it slowly, taking too much of the straw into your mouth with pouted lips. Under the table, you hooked your ankle around his, tugging to spread his legs.
Higuruma shuddered, his knuckles white as he gripped the tablecloth. “You bloody tease,” he hissed.
“Who, me? I’m just enjoying our dinner date,” you smiled. You kept eye contact as you slid your foot higher, brushing your stiletto heel against the bulge in his slacks.
He clenched his jaw, squeezing his eyes shut. “I’m going to pay you back for this when we get home, my love,” he warned.
“Oh I hope so.”
That would normally be as far as it went. You loved to rile Higuruma up in public, because you loved how he would put you in your place in private. But some dirty little part of you wanted to test the limits tonight, wanted to see just how far you could push him before he snapped.
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“Please, god, please,” he whimpered, crumpled at your feet. “I’ll be good, I promise, I’ll be so good for you…”
His groveling sent a surge of guilty pleasure down your spine. You bent down to his eye level, grinning wickedly. “Yeah? Gonna be a good boy for me, pretty thing?” You grabbed a fistful of his hair to make him nod.
Tears sparked in his eyes at the sting of his scalp, but he let you puppet him into obedience. “Y-yes, yes I’m your good boy…”
You release him and straighten back up, staring down at him through your lashes. “You’re cute when you’re pathetic.”
Hiromi groaned raggedly, eyes fluttering closed at the insult. To his horror, he felt a wet stain spread across the front of his slacks, his aching cock leaking precum. “Please…say it again,” he murmured.
Your eyebrows shot up. You had been confident that he was enjoying the dynamic, but the man almost came in his pants at being called pathetic? This was going to be so much fun. You tilt your head, feigning innocence. “Say what, baby?”
Shame and arousal swirled in his gut, his dress shirt straining over his shoulders as he tensed. “Say I’m pathetic…”
You laugh. “I love you like this, my pretty, desperate, pathetic boy.”
The lawyer moaned, his head tipping back to stare up at you in adoration. “I’m yours,” he whispered thickly.
“Yes you are.”
Femdom Delight
Characters: Gojo Satoru, Higuruma Hiromi, Nanami Kento, Choso, Ryomen Sukuna Reader: female (cis) CW: explicit n.sfw content, femdom, individual warnings per each drabble, Sukuna's drabble (the last one) contains dark content Word Count: ~2.6k together A/N: dedicated to Gojo's slutty waist that isn't leaving me alone since last Friday. Higuruma and Choso per @childofblackmaria's request 😘
cw: pegging, breeding talk, teasing, dirty talk mixed with praise
Gojo’s thick thighs start trembling. He’s hanging on the last thin straps of control and dignity, the mewls he’s been giving you growing louder and lewder. Sweat pearls along his arching back; droplets dribble down his spine towards the line of shaved hair at the back of his head.
You retract your hips, almost pulling out of him, and pour more lube on the shaft of your plastic cock. It slides back into him with delicious ease, slick, almost swallowed by his lustful greed. He moans, low and throaty, when you bottom out, buried balls-deep in him.
“Good boy,” you murmur and spread his asscheeks, devouring the views. You skim past sweaty hair and line of arched spine, towards the red marks your hands left by his waist, blooming with ease on his pale skin. Finally, you focus on your union, on his stretched hole gripping the thick shaft whenever you move your hips back. He doesn’t say it—but you know he’s begging for you to stay, to drill him deeper, to fuck and breed him throughout.
“You take me so well,” you coo and smirk, seeing Gojo finally caving and hiding face in pillows, his sweet sounds now muffled. “You love when I fuck you with this big dildo, hm?”
Sharp trembling of his limbs and a needy groan are his answer. You move the pump to your dominant hand and push his hips down. Obedient, he follows, sprawling himself flat on the bed. Mounting him comfortably you adjust the angle of your thrusts until they cease, fat dildo nestled in him deep and stable.
“What happened to my big and mighty Satoru Gojo?” You chuckle, drawing a line on his back with your nails. You love how his muscles tense under your touch; thin and white, barely visible, hairs stand up and tickle your fingertips. “You’re so behaved when you want my cock…”
You lie down and press close, your breasts flush against his broad, sweaty, hot back. Gojo groans louder again as he’s turned face to side for a breath, quickly hiding again. His long fingers dig helplessly into the sheets, immense pleasure overwhelming his reactions.
“Tsk, tsk, lemme hear you,” free hand sneaking into his hair you pull his head away from the safety of pillows, at the same time squirting some of the thick, cum-like lube into him.
Gojo lets you. Loudly, shamelessly, and needy; such a lewd moan teared out of the throat of a man deemed the strongest. The strongest, yes, on the battlefield, stomping on the teared flesh of his enemies. But here, in your bed, he’s but your toy, a doll you use however you like. And whenever you like.
“Good boy.” You lick the back of his neck, bury your nose into the delicious smell of his hair. “You like when I breed you, hm? You’re such a cute cumslut for me.”
cw: bondage, sucking on strap, hint of footjob
You’ve expected that Higuruma wouldn’t submit to your will so easily. He’s not a brat in the usual meaning of it—but also not a man who would succumb easily to such mundane needs and whims. You don’t have all the power on him; his unwavering gaze, looking up at you, is a remarkable proof of his silent resistance. He’s on his knees only because he wants to, your whims and orders—and his distinct bulge pressing through his pants—have nothing to do with it.
And yet, he listens. And yet, the thrill of the moment is rushing through your veins like adrenaline. You love not having him wholly within your reach.
“You’re so silent…” Not daring to ruin the quiet, you don’t speak much louder than a whisper. “As a lawyer you should use more words…”
His gaze heavy and eyes half-lidded, Higuruma tilts head back and takes a deeper breath, the slightly whistling rustle of air is his only answer. Unfazed, you trace the lines or red ropes, tied around his chest and keeping his hand bound behind his back, with the tip of your stiletto. You can see his muscles taunting under a thin, white shirt, but that’s as much as you get out of him. Even when you keep moving down, towards the hard bulge, cozily underlined with another loop of rope.
“You’re not going to say anything?” You smirk and give your strapped cock a lazy stroke. Your hand is slick and sticky with strawberry-flavored lube you chose for tonight—and you feel an immense urge to wipe it against his cheek, to stain his handsome face before you move to the main course.
Higuruma’s gaze flicks down, towards the dildo, his Adam’s apple bobbing just slightly at the sight of thick, heavy droplets sliding down its shaft.
“Are you hungry?” You tease and press his crotch harder. His hips jerk forwards, he ruts against your foot but stutters and stills as fast as he’s reacted.
“Anything you say can be used against you.” Moving the tip of your shoe against the curve of his bulge, you taste the words and their weight on your tongue. “But this is not a court. Your punishment will be only your reward. And if you’re going to be a good boy, we might even skip that part.”
He jerks again, a slow, dragging move of hips against your sole—but this time you see pleasure and need in his eyes, the everlasting calm, emotionless, expression breaking into a pleading, demanding whim.
You can’t help but smirk with satisfaction.
“Are you hungry?” You repeat and reach out to him. Higuruma hesitates only for a moment.
“I am, ma’am.” He shimmies closer, clumsily with hands bound, and licks your palm, opens mouth wide for your fingers. You toy with him, test how nimble his tongue is, how deep he can take you before he gags. The way he whimpers around your fingers, the way his eyes darken with pleasure, the way tears prick at their corners when you touch his limits… You’re getting wet just from the sight.
“I have something bigger for you.” Grabbing your cock at the base, you rub its head against his lips.
You don’t have power over Higuruma—but at this moment, at this moment only, he blindly gives you all the reins, and swallows the offered treat like a good boy he is.
cw: crossdressing, rimming, degradation
Nanami blushes so easily, for his own demise. The curse of his Nordic ancestors ruins his serious demeanor at the slightest inconvenience—and he’s extra prone to any intimate situation, to restless teasing and to pushing him into an utterly embarrassing state.
But it looks so cute. Especially paired with a skimpy maid dress.
“Your tea, ma’am.” He places the tray with the teakettle, cup and three cookies, neatly piled on a little porcelain plate. He pours you some, careful to not spill a single droplet, and takes a few steps back for a respectful distance.
“Thank you.” You nod with a smile and let your gaze wander up his legs. Long, strong legs, with thighs thick enough to crush wooden logs—now deliciously exposed by a tight, short dress. It’s frilled and has a window on his chest: a perfect view on big, soft and hairy pecs, additionally squeezed by restraining fabric. “Are you wearing panties?”
Red explodes on Nanami’s face, and he has to bite on lips before he dares to speak, “No, ma’am, I am not.”
You click your tongue with a feigned disappointment, “Bend over.”
His legs are shaking and he’s right on the verge of giving up to embarrassment—but he listens and shows you his rear against the same table, right next to your tea set.
“Walking around the house, working and cleaning, without any underwear?” You don’t need to lift the skirt to see what you want but you do it anyway. “You’re such a dirty slut, Kento-chan.”
Slowly, you drag a finger down from his butthole towards his balls—and he whimpers, voice muffled, as he’s probably hiding face in hands right now.
“Dirty, horny whore of a maid—” You keep teasing him at the same spot, watching with satisfaction as he’s growing fast under your ministrations— “thinking about his mistress doing lewd things to his little, tight hole… Instead of working…”
“I’m sorry, ma’am…” Nanami chokes on words, trying his hardest to overpower whimpers and mewls. “I promise… Never again…”
“Aww, aren’t you sweet?” You tease his entrance with a slow, encircling move. It twitches, hungry for your attention. “For a cock-hungry whore you have such an angelic voice. I can’t help but devour you, Kento-chan.”
You nudge his legs open wider and kneel between them, face at the level of his ass. Tension runs through his muscles, not a bad one, but definitely nervous and embarrassed to high heavens. You suck a little, teasing hickey on the inner side of his thigh, smirking as his whimpers grow louder and more desperate.
“You were dreaming about my tongue, weren’t you?” You spread his cheeks open and move closer, your breath ghosting against the most sensitive and intimate part of his body. “Be a good whore and admit it.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Nanami’s voice—usually so low and raspy—breaks with ease. “Please, can I have it?”
You reward his honesty with a deliberate lick, from his balls towards his hole. He moans—and immediately shuts his mouth with both hands.
“No, Kento-chan—” You pull away, not without satisfaction noting how he sighed, disappointed. “You will get my tongue only if you sing for me like a dirty slut you are.”
You lick at his butthole this time, teasingly sliding the tip of your tongue inside until you hear his voice clearly again, truly a melody for your ears.
cw: restraints, overstimulation, begging, non-penetrative sex
You know the power that lies in Choso’s arms, in those thick muscles and big hands, capable of tearing and crushing and breaking—and carrying you around as if you were but a mere feather. That’s why you ordered custom handcuffs, from the strongest materials available, and then bribed Gojo Satoru with a pile of sweets to imbue them with an insane load of cursed energy, so they could work as a decent seal.
Even though you hear the metal chain moaning as loud as him when he pulls, trying to break free and grab your hips to get what he desperately needs from you.
“Fuck! Y/N!” Choso thrashes head to sides, hair plastered to his sweaty forehead. “Please. Please! I can’t any longer! I—”
His hoarse voice turns into a whimper when you drag your hips again, wet, hot slit against his painfully hard and sensitive cock.
“Please what?” You coo, keeping the slow, teasing pace. “Can you finish the sentence?”
You press harder against him, putting almost all of your weight into the friction, and the attempt to answer dies on him with a moan.
Smirking, you continue, one hand running through his chest hair and happy trail. His abdomen is stained with cum, on top of a glistering layer of sweat; you brought him to his high a few times already, restlessly rubbing your cunt against his cock until he’s come all over himself—and never ceasing doing so. He’s so sensitive and spent he’s shaking and raging, each move of your hips sparking his nerves like an electric shock. Veins bulge on his arms, muscles twitch and taunt—but the handcuffs are merciless.
Drooling and crying, Choso finds some power to hump against you, but he steals only some more friction, not exactly what he wants and needs.
“Please… Lemme cum…” His big, puppy eyes seem even bigger under the thin layer of overstimulated tears.
“Oh? But you already came so much…” You cease moving until he stops jerking and shifting under you. Choso is desperate and half-mad with lust but still understands as much. If he wants to get what he asks for, he has to play on your rules. “Do you still want more? So greedy…”
“N-no… Lemme… Lemme in—”
You cut his pleading shut with a sudden, sharp drag of hips—and a shameless moan of your own. Long session of teasing and rubbing against him hasn’t left you unbothered; your juices stain his lower abdomen and sheets under you two. You’re teetering on the line of your first orgasm—and frankly, his helpless whimpers and begging only stir you on more.
You’re not taking this pleasure away from you.
“Y/N!” Choso sobs, the bed frame creaking as he’s thrashing against the restraints. “Please! Fuck! Please! Put it in! Lemme cum in you!”
You stop again and lean down, squishing his cheeks and forcing him to look at you, until he remains still and silent, obedient the same way he’s been when you’ve cuffed him to the bed.
“That’s better.” You smile and kiss his tears away. “But I’m cumming first. Then you can ask me nicely again.”
cw: dubcon, handjob, forced orgasm, Sukuna threatens you with...Sukuna-compliant things
“I’m going to kill you.”
The weight of those words and the range of the voice saying them would have you terrified under any other circumstance. But you’re midst one of those once-in-a-millennium moments, in power you would never expect yourself to ever have. You are the stronger one. You are dealing the cards and dictating the conditions. You are having a curse on your mercy—and nothing and no one could stop you from doing whatever you want to do now.
He seems to care about it as much as you care about his threats.
“I’ll rip your head off.” Sukuna muses, as disinterested as if he wasn’t spread against a wall and pierced to it, all four arms plastered with countless seals. Each would be enough to kill a curse of a significant power. “I’ll tear your ribcage open and smash your heart. And break all your limbs. Gauge your eyes. Bite your breasts off. And then fuck whatever is left of you. All of that while keeping you alive, you worthless maggot.”
“Don’t make me rip your tongue out.” You scoff and squeeze him harder. Any other creature would be already hissing in pain—but not the king of curses. He’s “just” hard against your palm, heavier than any cock you’ve held in your life.
Half of this is satisfaction from his miserable state—and half of it sheer curiosity. But overall, his and only his fault. Even if on the verge of a death sentence, Sukuna couldn’t keep his filthy mouth to himself. You, well, just accepted the challenge.
“You want to harm me.” He laughs, loud and ugly. “You can’t even get me to cum with those weak hands of yours.”
Instead of answering you squeeze his cock so hard you feel pain in your hand. Sukuna’s smirk fades a little and his eyes pop open as he lets out a hiss, not a painful one, but still, the first vocal reaction you’ve heard of him.
His other cock, on purpose ignored and abandoned, twitches and brushes against your wrist. You crook an eyebrow at the sight, triumphant and encouraged.
“Not only you will cum—” Keeping a steady and tight hold on him, you jerk him violently— “you will cum when I tell you so, you worthless curse.”
“You’re a mouthy bitch.” Sukuna scoffs, both pairs of eyes squinted and observing you with disdain. “But that’s as much as you can—”
Genuine surprise flashes through his face when, with a free hand, you trace and press at his perineum.
“Fuck—” He groans and thrashes against the binds. “You—”
“A worthless maggot who can’t even get you to cum?” Now, having a thread ready in your reach, you don’t intend to let it go. The satisfaction from humbling Sukuna himself is even greater than the views and arousal coming from absolute control.
Who knows, maybe you will cave against your inner promise and use his cocks for your own pleasure after you get bored with milking him?
Smirking, you watch him crumble and succumb into your touch—until he finally caves in himself, with a loud, demon-like groan, spurting cum from both of his cocks all over your hand.
“I’m going to kill you,” he repeats, sheer murder beaming from his eyes. “No, you will beg me to kill you.”
Higuruma smut + N$FW audio
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──── When Higuruma has a particularly stressful day, he can only truly relax by having his cock buried in you, stimulating you to the maximum to hear those sweet whimpers of pleasure.
"Do you like that, baby?" Higuruma's voice is deep and husky as he thrusts into you, his skillful fingers playing with your clitoris with the intention of bringing you to orgasm. He smiles as you frantically nod your head, a loud moan escaping from your open mouth as you lie there, sprawled and fucked against the pillows.
"Uh? Do you like how my cock is stretching you?" He teases, and you know he's still smiling as he says it. Tilting his hips to hit your G-spot with each thrust, Higuruma can't help but kiss you with an open mouth as you sigh and whimper from the intense pleasure, feeling yourself getting closer and closer to your orgasm.
"Oh, Hiromi, fuuuck " You already feel so dumb, babbling nonsense and moaning freely as you teeter on the edge. "Are you going to cum for me, baby? Come on, moan for me, let everyone know who treats this pussy so well..." He urges as your orgasm starts to hit you hard.
Your pussy is squeezing Higuruma's cock, your walls vibrating deliciously around him as he lets out a deep growl that makes his fingertips dig into the skin of your hips.
Your moans are loud and high-pitched, echoing through the room and drowning out the creaking of the bed. "That's it, sweetie, just like that" He smiles, hearing you curse and moan his name desperately as he ravenously kisses your mouth. "You can take a little more, can't you? You have no idea how much I need to fill you with my cum, sweetheart ".
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